7 comments/ 15184 views/ 33 favorites Invasion Force V By: Lost Boy All characters are eighteen years or older. This one is just for fun. It is part 1950's sci fi invasion and a peek behind the curtain of prim and proper America. I hope you enjoy. I doubt this will be a series. I have other storylines to finish and cap off the end of what Iron Rain began all those years ago. Don't forget to vote, comment and as always keep looking up. ***** Introduction: Below is the town of Phallusville, home of the Raging Roosters. It is a quiet little town that is nestled between Mount Teton and Perky Peak or as the local folk calls them, the Tatas. Nothing much happens here except the annual hay ride and of course the big game between the roosters and the Bush Whackers. The town is run by Mayor Richard Harden or as the locals calls him Big Mike. This year is a sad time since the old sheriff is retiring and a younger man is taking his place. The old sheriff, Duncan O'Knuts, is going to be given his gold watch this Friday at the Harvest Moon dance. The town will welcome its new law man F. N. Kopp with open arms and serious trepidation. But this story isn't about them, no, it is about an unearthly invasion of evil extraterrestrials from Planet V. The dreaded Hyper Sluts that are in search of man juice to power their dreaded Sexnaughts so they can conquer the galaxy. But before the invasion can begin they must discover whether or not human males are 'cumpatible' with them. It is a hard job and so they will send their best agent, code named Deep Throat. Phallusville: 1958 Autumn Richard Harden Jr. had borrowed his dad sweet ride to take his best girl, Ima Virgin, up to lover's lane. They parked and looked out from the perfect spot between the Tatas. Below them the lights of the town and above them the unmeasured heavens of infinity, Richard and Ima snuggled close in the front seat watching the stars. As they kissed Ima felt Richards hand on her thigh. She was a good girl and didn't want to get knocked up but he was Big Mike's son and a great prospect for a husband. She shivered a little as his hand slowly crept beneath her skirt. Just as his fingers reached their destination the night sky lit up with a bright pink radiance. The lovers looked up and saw a falling star pass overhead and slam into the earth nearby. The car shook from the impact and Little Mike snatched back his hand and sat on the front seat of the convertible peering into the woods behind them. But the woods weren't pitch black as they usually were. There was a pulsing pink light coming from the bushes. Ima tugged on Richard's school jacket and told him not to go. She was so scared her bladder began screaming for attention. It happened every time she was frightened. "I'm gonna go check it out," Little Mike said. "Richard, I gotta pee," Ima said her lips trembling. "Darn it woman, every time you get freaked out you have to piss! What is wrong with you?" "I am going to go in those bushes next to the car. You keep watch okay?" Ima said and Richard nodded not really hearing her. "There is something about that pink light," Little Mike moaned. "It makes me feel all funny you know." Ima was already out of the car and slipping into the undergrowth. Richard was drawn towards the light. His eyes were unfocused as he walked towards where the falling star had impacted the earth. He pushed his way through the bushes and deeper into the woods. He was panting from the exertion as he penetrated the clearing where the crater was. A heavy ground fog had sprung up from the crater making it hard to see anything. The fog clung to Richard's feet and was moving steadily upwards. "Weird," he said. "I got a boner from seeing that glowing pink gash. How did that happen?" The closer he got to the elongated crater the stiffer he became. The fog made it hard to make out details but there was definitely something inside the split in the ground. He was almost there and his heart was hammering in his chest. "Almost there," Richard moaned. "Almost... oh my god..." Ima heard Little Mike cry out just as she found a spot to pee. She cursed under her breath. He had run out on her in her moment of need. Ima tugged her panties down and slipped them off so she could relieve her aching bladder. As she squatted down she wondered what that glowing pink gash could have that she didn't. She looked around as she peed making sure none of the other football players were up and watching her, again. They had a habit of doing that lately. Ever since she had begun dressing in front of her bedroom window the boys liked watching her. She never could figure that out. A sound caught her attention and she gasped. "Richard is that you," she whispered. "I am peeing here, don't you dare watch me you perv." The sound came again but it was a lot closer now. Her fear turned to anger now. She had guarded her virginity and if he thought she was going to give it up tonight he was greatly mistaken. Ima stood up and turned towards the sound. "I swear to god Richard Harden Jr., if you think I am putting out you are out of your damn mind! Look what you made me do, I never curse!" The sound got closer and closer. Ima peered into the shadowed woods and only until it was too late that she saw the thing. It sprung upon her but before she could scream it shoved a hot pink tentacle down her throat. The other tentacles grabbed her limbs and pinned her to the ground. It saved its two largest tentacles for last. As the tentacle between her lips pulsed and moved Ima watched in horror as the remaining appendages violated her in the worst way possible. She tried to scream as her holes were desecrated but the thrusting thing in her mouth kept her silent. 'This isn't happening!' She thought as her vagina and ass were pierced to the core. 'Oh god, it isn't supposed to feel like this! Oh god no... Oh God... no... OH GOD YESSSSSS!' The pulse of fluid hit the back of Ima's throat and she swallowed despite her strict Catholic upbringing. She was a good girl and yet her body betrayed her as the thing raped her. She hated it. She hated those two hard penis-like appendages as they slid in and out of her. And that is why her whimpers of pleasure grew more and more intense. She moaned as the alien raped her throat, ass and pussy. No not pussy, it was her special place! Oh god she thought as the thing from another world fucked her hard and fast now. No... made love... those amazing tentacles were making love to her like no man ever could or ever would. 'Fuck me you alien bastard! Slam those cocks into my special places! Screw this... fuck me motherfucker... god damn I am so close!' Ima cried out as her orgasms crashed over her. Over and over again the pleasure filled her until with a shriek of pleasure she passed out. The figure lurking in the shadows touched one of the buttons on her wrist device and withdrew the Orgasmatron. The tentacled robot was designed to serve the Hyper Sluts. Deep Throat touched another button and the robot scanned the girl's body in every detail. "Keep her safe," Deep Throat commanded the Orgasmastron. "No one must know that I am here." She touched a third button and a pink radiance covered her and when it faded a second Ima Virgin stood in the darkling woods. Smiling the alien agent returned to the primitive ground vehicle. She sat in the front seat and examined the '57 Chevy. It was a crude engine that functioned on petroleum and polluted the atmosphere. Where they trying to destroy their environment? Agent Deep Throat waited patiently until 'Little Mike' returned. He reappeared staggering from the woods with a head wound. There was blood covering the right side of his face. "Richard, are you alright," she gasped as she got out and helped him back into the car. "NO, I uh slipped and hit my head," he growled. "Want me to kiss it and make it feel better?" Deep Throat offered. "Yeah, that might help a little," Richard said forgetting his pain for the moment. "Let me do everything," she cooed as she sat in his lap facing him. "Uh Ima..." he began but her lips on his silenced him instantly. As she kissed him she took his hand and slipped it underneath her sweater. Richard's fingers cupped her tit flesh and began caressing it. His head wound forgotten he slid his other hand under her sweater and played with both her tits. Ima's tongue invaded his mouth as he mauled her breasts. He had been dreaming of this since they started dating. Everyone in town agreed that Ima Virgin had the nicest rack between the Tatas. Richard would be the envy of every male in Phallusville. When he began teasing her nipples Ima went to the next base in no time at all. She reached down, unzipped his jeans and freed his aching boner. Richard moaned into her mouth as her hands began stroking his Johnson. He was in seventh heaven as she double stroked him. Oh man, he was going to blow his load any second now. What had gotten into her, not that he was complaining. He cried out as his load pasted Ima's belly. That is when things got weird. "You climaxed," Deep Throat cried out angrily. "I needed to taste that Richard. I guess I am just going to have to make sure you don't waste anymore." "Huh, I don't understand," he said even as she rose up and teased his semi-hard cock with her special place. "Oh man, are you going to... UNNNNNNN Yeah!" "Shut up human," Deep Throat snapped. "Be quiet while I process you." "OHHHH I get it, you are pretending to by a sexy alien girl. I can play that game too. Oh no... somebody help me... I am being raped by a thing from another world! How was that?" Deep Throat shook her head and began moving. She had to admit that his love tentacle was of good size and girth. He may be inexperienced but he was an eager lover. His erection grew as she moved above him. Despite her training she found human males quite entertaining. When he reached his full size he was deep inside of her hitting spots she was unaccustomed to. She was moving faster now and the human was saying some truly vile things about her but she didn't care. "Fuck me... oh god damn Ima your pussy feels amazing," Richard cried out as she rode him fast and hard. "MMMMM... I wanna suck those titties of yours!" He tugged her sweater up and latched on like an infant feeding for the first time. Deep Throat howled as the sensitive nipples betrayed her training. Her sex clamped down him as she climaxed. Richard came a moment later filling her with his man juice. Deep Throat sat on his lap processing his deposit. Richard sat there grinning like an idiot and happy as a clam. Once the processing was done she made a disappointed face. "Your man juice is of average potency, it will do for now," Deep Throat said as she summoned the extractor. "Have fun Richard." "Huh, wait where are you going?" he asked just as the sound came from the woods. "Holy shit, what is that thing?" "That is a man juice extractor," Deep Throat purred. "It will suck you dry on a regular basis. Make sure to drink lots of fluids and eat your veggies." That is how it began. The silent invasion of Phallusville that no one noticed until it was almost too late. It was one young man that saved not just his home town but the entire world. His name was Harry Koch and he was an awkward senior at Phallus High. He was unattached and living with his mother. He was her only child fathered by the war hero that never returned from WWII. He was tall, skinny and painfully shy. But his life was about to change in ways no one could ever have imagined. Phallusville: 1959 Christmas Break Harry Koch was sitting on the couch reading the latest issue of Wonder Woman comic. He had already read Batman, Superman and Green Lantern. His mom was hovering about and Harry thought his mom might be able to answer his question. "Hey mom," Harry said his eyes never leaving the pages of the comic. "You're a woman right?" "Last time I checked," she replied chuckling. "What is bothering you sweetie?" "I got this comic you know. Well anyway I've never read a Wonder Woman comic before and well, I'm confused." "What has got you all discombobulated?" "Ooh good word, discombobulated, well anyway in the comic Wonder Woman is a super strong amazon." "I like her already." His mom said smiling. "Well she has this magic lasso that is unbreakable and if she puts it around someone they have to tell the truth." "Ooh I could use one of those," Widow Koch said. "Well here's the problem," Harry said. "The bad guys got ahold of it and used it on her. She is all tied up and stuff and acting weird." The plate she had been holding crashed to the floor. Harry sat up and looked at this mom. Her face was pale and she was chewing her lower lip. She didn't seem aware that she had even dropped the plate. Harry got up and walked over to his mom. Was she having a seizure or something? She looked all glassy eyed so Harry lightly touched her arm and she let out the strangest noise he had ever heard. The Widow Koch looked over at Harry and smiled. "Sorry sweetie, I guess I kind of went away there. What was your question?" "Oh it doesn't matter anymore. Maybe you should sit down and I'll clean up this mess." Harry offered. She nodded and sat on the couch. While Harry got the broom and dust pan his mother picked up the comic and looked at it. Her eyes widened as she saw the heroine tied up and powerless. She bit her lip and desperately needed to touch herself but her son was right there. She turned the pages and saw how this Wonder Woman managed to escape but what was the fun in that she thought. Who drew this comic anyway? That was no way to tie up a woman. Look at those knots anyone could wiggle out of those. She did like the costume and the way it pushed up her womanly shape. I've got better breasts than that costumed hussy. They are nice and big and firm. Then the memories of the ropes biting into her wrists and ankles returned. The heat between her legs blossomed and threatened to consume her. Oh that dark secret side of hers had to remain hidden. If Harry found out what a wicked woman she was he would be crushed. No son wants to think of their mother as a sexual creature. Creature was right she was a caged animal wanting... oh what she wanted! Her sex was soaked now and all she wanted was a rock hard... DING DONG! The doorbell woke her from her sexual fervor. "I'll get it," she whimpered as she got to her feet. Harry had just dumped pieces of the broken plate in the trash can. He had put the broom away and was heading into the living room when the flash of pink light caught his attention. What the heck was that? He stepped into the living room and there was mom standing at the front door talking to someone. He couldn't hear what they were saying but after a minute or so, things changed forever. Mom cried out and hugged the person and pulled them into the house. "Oh my god," Mom was saying as she introduced the young woman to Harry. "Harry, this is your long lost sister Jennifer. Jennifer, this is your twin brother Harry." "Sister..." Harry said and looked the girl over. She didn't look like mom. Mom was a short curvy brunette. This gal was a tall slender redhead with a nice rack but all the freckles and her features just didn't fit. There was no way they were related and sure as hell not twins he thought. But mom was smiling and calling her Harry's long lost sister. Jennifer just smiled and went out to get her luggage. Mom ordered Harry to help and he grabbed Jennifer's stuff and carried it up stairs. Where the hell was she going to sleep? Jennifer went straight to his room and that struck the nerve that overrode his ultra-shy nature. "She is not getting my room," Harry shouted as he followed her in. "Relax Harry, I am not going to steal your room," Jennifer said with a wicked smile. "We can share." "Huh... but I only have a twin sized bed," He said and she smiled even wider. "I guess we are going to be close, real close," she purred. "I like airplane models. Did you build these?" "Yeah, my dad... um our dad was a pilot," Harry said protectively. "I don't know much about dad," Jennifer said as she kicked off her shoes and took off her coat. "Can you show me around?" "Um... I suppose so," Harry said. "Are you really my sister?" "Actually I am a female alien out to take over the world," Jennifer said giggling. "Funny," Harry said and gave her the tour. Mom was down in the basement doing laundry as Harry showed Jennifer the rest of the house. The Widow Koch held up her son's underwear and looked around to make sure she was alone. She brought the garment to her face and sniffed them. There was the strong scent of a young man all grown up. The heat that had dimmed had never fully cooled. Her daughter Jennifer was up with Harry as she tugged her panties to the side and began to diddle her pussy. She knew it was wrong since she wasn't alone but the thrill of being caught was as intoxicating as the scent of cum on the underwear. She slid first one and then a second finger inside of her imagining some nameless man tying her up. He was brutal as the rope bit into her wrists and then around her breasts. She could feel the burn as they turned bright crimson. Her nipples were so damn sensitive as he flicked them with his finger. She was stabbing her cunt with her fingers now as her young virile son entertained the stranger... no not stranger, sister. The pink light had told her that she was a daughter and a sister and could be trusted. The Widow Koch nearly collapsed when her orgasm struck. She was panting and moaning when she heard the footsteps at the top of the stairs. "No, mom is down there doing laundry," Harry said pulling Jennifer away. "You are not allowed to go down there. Mom will get angry." "Why," Jennifer asked. "Why can't you go down into the deep dark basement?" "It's one of the rules," Harry replied. He didn't know why mom didn't want him down there. Since he was a kid that was mom's sacred space as she called it. Jennifer let out a strange noise and he looked over at her. His hand was still on her arm. He let go of her and apologized. She on the other hand didn't seem to mind that he had been touching her. Women were just plain crazy Harry decided. Mom and her weird reaction to a comic and now this Jennifer character practically purring when he touched her arm. Harry walked away and returned to 'his' bedroom. He left Jennifer by herself and if she went down to the basement that was on her. He looked at the airplanes hanging from the ceiling and wondered what his dad would do. He had been a war hero. He had died for his country. Harry decided he would accept this Jennifer until such time as she proved herself false. He lay on his bed and stared up at the ceiling when it suddenly hit him. He was going to have to share his bed with Jennifer. That stoked all sorts of thoughts and ideas. He had never been close to a cute girl before and she was cute. He liked her red hair but it was that and her freckles that worried him. He and his mom were dark haired with blue eyes and yet Jennifer had those ghostly green eyes that bored right though you. He remembered the one photo of his dad and the way mom talked about him. He had dark hair too and his eyes were brown. Something wasn't adding up but he didn't have enough information yet. He was going to have to be careful around this Jennifer. He couldn't do his business if she were in the house. That's what he called it when he masturbated. Suddenly there was that desire but there were two women in the house now. He had to do something to take his mind off of Jennifer's body. He sat up and looked at his chest of drawers. He cursed as he got to his feet and walked over to it. "I guess I am going to have to make room for her shit... um stuff." Harry said as he tugged the drawers open and began reorganizing his clothing. Invasion Force V It didn't take him all that long. He attacked the closet next and realized just how much crap he had collected in the last ten years. He was going to need to move his stuff to the attic. There was around twenty empty model boxes that all his planes had come from stacked neatly in one corner. That didn't include the box that was slowly filling with his ever expanding comic collection. There was also his off season clothes that he should have moved weeks ago. With a heavy sigh Harry made his way with the first load of boxes in his arms. The stairway to the attic was steep and narrow. He liked the attic. It was a wealth of memories and stuff his dad and others had left behind. Harry used his head to nudge open the attic door. He balanced it perfectly as he set the boxes down on the floor and then grabbed the door and slowly lowered it so it didn't slam. Mom hated it when the attic door slammed. The sound echoed all over the house. Four trips later the closet had enough room for Jennifer's winter coat and any other things she might need to hang there. Speaking of Jennifer he picked up her bags and set then in the corner of his room. Who knew, maybe mom would get a bigger house. Heck, this could work out in his favor. He might land a bigger bedroom. Harry looked over at his bed and that warm fuzzy feeling returned. It would be amazing if Jennifer and he were to share a bed but there was no way mom was going to let that happen. He would be banished to the couch more than likely. The house was quiet, too quiet, where the heck was mom or Jennifer? He decided to make sure that crazy gal didn't go down into the basement. Jennifer stood at the foot of the steps. She had caught the Widow Koch red handed, literally. The older woman still had two fingers slid deep inside her soaked slit. Jennifer didn't say a word she just closed the distance between them. Harry's mother slowly withdrew her fingers and wiped them on her son's underwear. She dropped them along with the rest of the white load into the washing machine. "You are a very naughty woman mother," the woman calling herself Jennifer purred. "Who are you really," the Widow asked shaking off the effects of the pink ray. "I am a friend," Deep Throat said as she reached down and held up the coil of laundry line. "I want to help you." "Help me," Harry's mom replied swallowing hard as her eyes locked on the rope. "How can you help me?" "I am going to take off all of your clothes and tie you up. You'd like that wouldn't you." "Oh god yes," the other whimpered. "...But what about Harry?" Deep Throat grabbed the older woman by the hair and she went limp. She was about to lead her upstairs when she heard Harry come down the back stairs. The alien cursed and took out her Mind Ray pistol and gave the widow another dose of its soothing energy. "You will forget all about this. You will sleep naked tonight so that I can return and tie you up. Repeat." "I will forget that you caught me. I will forget about the rope for now. I will sleep naked so that you can treat me like the worthless piece of crap that I am." "Close enough," Deep Throat said with a giggle. Harry caught Jennifer coming up the basement stairs. He was angry that mom hadn't yelled at her for going down there. He gave her a dirty look. He told her he had cleared space for her clothes. Harry grumbled, went to the hall closet and made up the couch for his bed. Jennifer asked him what he was doing and he told her. "You can have the bed," he said as he stacked blankets and a pillow on one corner of the couch. "I could sleep down here," she offered and he shook his head. "Are you crazy," he snapped. "Mom would lose her mind if she found you down here. A gentleman doesn't let... it would be wrong is all." "You are so sweet," Jennifer said and leaned in to kiss his cheek but Harry took a step back. "Are you angry at me?" "I don't know who you are or why you are really here but if you hurt my mom you will be sorry. That's a promise... I don't like you. I don't trust you. The sooner you leave here the better." "My, aren't we fierce," she said with a predatory smile. "I'll be upstairs if you get lonely." Harry watched her turn and slink away. His eyes on the way her hips moved and her ass sashayed out the room. Why did mom trust her? Harry sat down on the couch and stared at the fireplace. He heard his mom come out of the basement and she looked sick. It was like she was coming down with something. She looked at her son and tried to smile but failed. What had happened? She had been downstairs taking the edge off when... nothing. Suddenly Jennifer was down there and asking if she were okay. She shouldn't have been down there but it would have been wrong to scold her. It was her first day here after all. "You better build up a fire Harry," she said. "Gonna snow tonight and you know what that means." "Money tomorrow," he replied. "I have a list on the fridge. I can make enough to pay for next week's groceries." "That's my boy," she said with a smile. "I'm going to start dinner. If you feel up to it you can lend a hand." "I'll be in, let me get the fire started first." The Widow stumbled into the kitchen and if it wasn't for her recipe book being out she would have been lost. Something was out of place but she couldn't put her finger on it. "Pull yourself together," she said aloud. Harry returned and like the dutiful son helped his mother fix dinner. Jennifer arrived once the pleasant scent of fried chicken filled the air. Harry made another mental check against this Jennifer character. She was fine to show up while food was ready but didn't lift a finger to help. He didn't mean to set the plate down so hard but it made an awful clatter when it struck the table's surface. His mom gave him a withering stare as he finished setting the table. "You don't like me," Jennifer said as they all sat down to eat. "No, no I don't," Harry admitted and his mother gasped. "I was raised to be honest." "Yes you were sweetie," the Widow added smiling weakly. "Let's pray and then we can eat." Harry lowered his head as mom said grace but he noticed that Jennifer didn't even try to pretend to be praying. They ate in silence and Harry was as polite as could be despite his growing dislike of the stranger in his house. Jennifer left after she ate and Harry bit back a curse as he cleaned the table and then washed the dishes. His mother never even said a word. There was something terribly wrong but what? Was this Jennifer character blackmailing his mom? If so, what could mom have done that was so terrible? His thoughts went down dark paths then. He dried his hands as the dirty water swirled down the drain. All he wanted was to change into his pajamas so he could get some sleep. Tomorrow was going to start early and he had a dozen or so driveways to shovel. He walked out and surprisingly found the living room empty. Oh thank goodness she was not there, meaning Jennifer of course. He grabbed his pajamas and walked up to the bathroom to change. Harry reached for the doorknob and stopped. He could hear the shower running. But that wasn't the only thing he heard. The soft moans were dirty and lewd but also they were quite arousing. "Oh Harry..." her voice cried out. "...I need to feel you deep inside of me." Harry's mouth went dry and yet he found his hand turning the knob. The door opened and a cloud of steam whooshed outwards. There silhouetted against the shower curtain was the rounded body of that hateful creature Jennifer. She was cupping her large breasts and as he watched she lowered her mouth down to them. Why was she doing that? "Close the door Harry, you are letting the hot air out." Jennifer purred. "Can you scrub my back for me?" "M-M-Me? Oh I don't think so," Harry stammered. "You don't like girls?" Jennifer asks as she washed her special place. "I like girls," he said as he watched her movements. "I just don't like you." "Ouch, you have a devil's tongue," she moaned. "I could put that tongue of yours to work." "I should go," he replied just as she cried out and he saw her bend over. "I dropped my wash cloth and I have soap in my eyes," she wailed. "Har-ry, can you help a girl out?" He cursed under his breath and stomped over to the shower. It would only take a second he told himself. He opened the curtain a bit and saw the cloth. It was covered in soap suds. He bent over and reached for it. Jennifer intercepted his hand and grabbed his wrist. She tugged hard and brought his hand her to very full bosom. It was also slick with soap. His fingers did what was only natural for a lad of 18. He copped a feel. "Such a naughty boy," she purred her eyes still closed. "Do you like what you see?" She asked as she turned her body towards him. Harry had never seen a naked girl before. His brain lit up seeing this redheaded fallen angel. That is how he thought of her. She was a temptress and doing a great job of it. Her breasts were perfect globes with large areoles and puffy nipples that felt amazing in his hand. His eyes were drawn down to her special place. It was topped with a crown of the equally red hair. "You are wet," Harry whimpered staring at her slit. "All over, about scrubbing my back for me?" Jennifer purred and let go as she turned around and giving him an eyeful of her backside. "Do you like my ass Harry?" "Wow, it is round and very nice." He said swallowing hard. "But I still don't like you." "You don't have to like me to make love to me," Jennifer countered. "I can't... I'm a..." Harry replied panting now. "Virgin," Jennifer filled in the blank. "I'm not. I like sex, a lot. I can teach you so very much Harry, if you let me." Harry stood on the precipice. If he climbed in and lost his virginity to this woman would he regret doing it or not doing it? He undressed as fast as he could. Jennifer smiled as she watched him. Her eyes widened in surprise when she saw the monster swinging between Harry's legs. She prayed he was the one. There weren't many men left in this forsaken town to process. Harry had been at the bottom of the list because he was just so shy and unpopular. She made room for him and closed the primitive shielding screen behind him. Harry stood there with his hands covering that glorious erection of his. She leaned forward pressing her tits against his chest. Her arms went around his neck and she kissed him. Harry gasped as her lips touched his. He put his arms around her waist and instinct took over as he cupped her ass cheeks. Jennifer moaned into his mouth as Harry's eyes closed. Another sound escaped Harry as her hand wrapped around his thing. She began stroking his very slowly. He opened his eyes and she was watching him intently. "I like your faces," Jennifer purred. "Your cheeks are burning bright red." "UNNNNN... yeah, your hand," Harry groaned as her hand picked up its pace. "If you like that, you are going to love this. Now just do what I tell you and you are going to be in seventh heaven in no time." She turned away and bent over. He did as she told him and took his thing in hand. He teased her special place with it for a little bit. Then he pushed and it slid inside of her slowly. Oh man, she was so wet and hot and slick all at the same time. Soon he was all the way in and Jennifer was praising him like no other person ever had. Harry stood there for a long minute and enjoyed the view. He burned it into his memory; this was the moment he lost his virginity. Then he began moving slowly and stared as his thing as it disappeared and reappeared as he made love to her. "Your hands, grab my waist and do it harder," Jennifer directed him. "Oh yeah, that's it Harry fuck me like a real man!" He was a man now wasn't he? He thrust harder and Jennifer squealed as his thing went hard and deep inside her special place. She was so damn tight and soon he felt this weird sensation. It began by curling his toes, run up his legs and ended in his balls. Harry cried out as the feeling overwhelmed him. His stuff pumped deep in Jennifer's body. Her special place clamped down hard on him and he grunted as she seemed to squeeze him. It was almost alive down there the way it drew him deeper still. "Oh man," Harry exclaimed. "Your special place is amazing!" Jennifer remained silent for a long time. Harry pulled out of her slowly and let out a sad sound as he slipped free. Jennifer stood up, turned and hugged him to her tightly. She was speaking but it wasn't English. Was she Russian? Had he just fucked a goddamn commie? Then she was speaking English but what she said made no damn sense. "It's you Harry. You are the one I have been looking for all this time. I need you Harry. I need you more than you can possibly know." "I knew I was good," he said and she just smiled. "I need more of your man juice," Jennifer begged. "Fuck me Harry... Fuck me again!" "We are running out of hot water," Harry said. "Mom will be pissed if we keep going in the shower." Jennifer nodded and rinsed off. He got out and handed her a towel before taking one for him. Harry watched her dry off and felt his thing get hard again. She didn't miss it either. Jennifer dropped her towel, walked over to Harry and kissed him again. As they kissed she snatched his towel away, took him in hand and impaled her body on his. His thing pierced her to the core. She rocked her hips driving him in and out of her special place. "You are really flexible," Harry grunted as she fucked him. "You have no idea," she purred in his ear. "You like to watch don't you?" Harry nodded and Jennifer stopped abruptly. He was about to ask what she was doing when it became perfectly clear. She moved off of him and sat down on the toilet. He watched as she brought her knees up and then spread her legs exposing her special place completely. "Come on in Harry, I want you to fuck me like the man I know you are," Jennifer moaned. "I still don't like you," He said as he moved over and slid his thing inside of her. "I don't care... just fuck me," she growled. He grabbed her tits and began moving. Man, here he was having sex with such a hot gal like this. The guys at school are going to be so jealous! He prayed mom was asleep and not hearing all of this. His thrusts were a little awkward at first but he soon figured out these new mechanics. The shower was a straight shot but this new angle was a little weird. He adjusted his stance and that did the trick. He was sliding in and out a lot easier now. Jennifer's body arched without warning and her special place gripped him tight. "Did you just...?" Harry asked and she nodded. "Whoa..." He waited until she was ready and started moving again. She whispered something in his ear and he nodded. Harry adjusted his grip on her and bent with his knees as he lifted Jennifer up and pinned her back to the bathroom wall. Her legs went around him as he began to thrust up and into her. "I hope mom can't hear this," Harry moaned as he made love to her. "I am sure she is fast asleep," Jennifer said. Mom was not asleep. Mom was naked beneath her sheets and masturbating like a fiend. She could hear every word, every sound as her son fucked that woman. Her moans and whimpers sounded crystal clear to the older woman's ears. She drove her fingers faster now. Her poor pussy was so damn wet and in need of... the thought entered her mind so easily. But it was wrong. She could never do anything like that. He was her son for god's sake. But apparently he was hung like stallion and fucked like one from the sounds they were making. She could sneak a peek. What harm would it do? She bit her lip and her pussy made the decision for her. She bit back a scream as she climaxed thinking about seeing her son's cock. The Widow crept from her room and they were still going at it. She snuck down the hall and found the bathroom door cracked open. The light streamed out into the hall as she took up her position. She was on her knees as she peered in. She clamped a hand over her mouth when she saw what was going on. Jennifer was kneeling on the toilet seat and her dear Harry was behind her fucking her like crazy. Mother stared at the sight of her son's long... thick... cock penetrating that wicked girl to the core. It was slick with their combined juices. The way the light gleamed off the shaft. Her fingers were back in her pussy again and matching the motion of her son thrust for thrust. He was oblivious to her spying but Jennifer looked over her shoulder and made eye contact with her. The evil slut even winked at her. But all she would do was diddle her cunt while that hussy got to fuck her son. That should be me she thought. The burn of the sin blazed between her legs. She watched as Jennifer's back arched and she cried out as she came for the third time. Harry was panting now and he was on the verge, she could tell. He kept thrusting a few more times and then he jabbed his cock as deep as it could go and ground against her ass. "That should be me," she whispered. "My son's cock belongs to me... oh sweet Jesus I am going to burn in hell!" The Widow dashed silently back to her room and dove under the covers. It was as if Santa was coming and she had to be asleep. The house fell silent. Jennifer went to Harry's room while he snuck to the couch downstairs. The Widow Koch closed her eyes and frustrated as all hell fell asleep. Time to Plow: Harry woke up to the smell of bacon, eggs and toast. Mom was fixing him a big breakfast for the long day he had ahead of him. He had a dozen driveways to shovel today. A big breakfast would give him the energy he would need for the task ahead of him. Jennifer was nowhere to be seen and he had mixed feelings about it. He still didn't like her or trust her but he had enjoyed their time together. Harry sat down at the kitchen table as his mother filled his plate from the stove. He smiled up at her as she placed the plate on the table in front of them. That's when he saw it, the mark on her wrist. "Mom, are you okay," he asked and she snatched back her hand. "I'm fine, now eat while your food is hot," she said turning away. Harry did as he was told but the discoloration around her wrist looked like a rope burn. But that didn't make any sense, did it? He finished his meal in a very thoughtful mood. He layered up for the cold and left the house with the snow shovel in his fist. He opened the front door and felt the bite of bitter wind on what little of his skin was exposed. His boots crunched on the virgin snow and when he looked he let out a whoop of joy. His footprints were the only ones on his entire block. There was something profound about that. He took half a dozen steps and stopped dead in his tracks. "Oh my god," Harry said. "This is how Jennifer felt last night." Harry giggled and hummed a little tune as he headed towards his first customer. He walked the half block to Old Man Jeffrey's house. He waved at the house as he began his work. Old Man Jeffrey waved back and Harry got to work. His head was full of all those wonderful memories with Jennifer. She really was what mom would have called a loose woman. Jennifer not only liked sex but was really good at it. Harry was shoveling on autopilot now and had finished before he barely broke a sweat. He finished up by shoveling and sweeping the front steps. "You always do such a great job Harry," Old Man Jeffrey commented as he handed the young man his payment. "Thanks Mr. Jeffrey," Harry replied. "If you need anything else just call my mom." The old man smiled and closed his front door. Why was he smiling like that? Oh... OH... Harry thought as he made the connection that yesterday would have been completely lost. Dirty old man, he thought as he trudged towards his next customer. He knocked out the first five driveways in no time at all. But he was a little worn out when he reached Mrs. Palmer's place. Her house sat on the corner property. She always paid extra for him to shovel not just the drive but her L shaped sidewalk as well. He was going to have to pace himself for this one. Invasion Force V "Harry, you tell me when you're close to finishing and I'll make you some hot chocolate," Mrs. Palmer called out from her front door. "Okay Mrs. Palmer," Harry replied noticing something different about her today. He began with the far end of the sidewalk and that would have him ending with her front door. That really bugged him, what was it that he had seen? Ding, the light went off in his head. She was wearing an apron and when she bent forward to call out to him he had seen her boobs. Was she naked underneath that apron? No way, there was no way Johnny's mom would be wearing just an apron. Speaking of Johnny, why the heck wasn't he shoveling his mom's walk? They were in school together and he was bigger than Harry but a few inches. Was she wearing that apron for me Harry thought? Did she want to have sex with me? Suddenly his jeans were too tight in front. He looked around and quickly adjusted the position of his newborn erection. She was very cute he thought as he drove the shovel deeper and harder. She had big boobs like Jennifer but they weren't as firm but that was okay. What about Mr. Palmer? Would he already be off to work? Harry looked around and there was the gap in the snow bank. Yep, he was gone! Did she want him to make love to her up against the kitchen sink? Did she want it slow and tender or hard and fast? Jennifer liked both so maybe Mrs. Palmer would too. Oh god, his mind was out of control. Harry put the brakes on his lust and dismissed the idea. He walked up to the front door and knocked on it. She reappeared and damn it if she wasn't wearing just an apron. He swallowed hard his eyes staring blatantly at her cleavage. He told he was ready for that hot chocolate. She blushed furiously and nodded. He returned to the last stretch of snow while she got ready. "Holy shit, I am actually going to bang Mrs. Palmer!" Harry exclaimed under his breath. "I am going to make her forget her husband for a while!" He finished shoveling and took the broom she had left for him and swept her front steps. He knocked on the front door and she told him to come in. There was a towel by the door. Harry stomped most of the snow off his boots before he stepped in. He removed his rubber boots by tugging them off. He set those on the towel and his coat on one of the pegs of the hall tree. He knew his way around the house. Harry had been over dozens of times to hang out with Johnny. He walked into the kitchen and there she was standing in front of the stove. While the apron covered her front very well it did nothing to hide her back or bare ass or long legs. "Wow," Harry muttered as he stood there transfixed. "Wow," Mrs. Palmer said as she turned and saw the size of the bulge in his jeans. Harry walked over to her and she smiled up at him. She was a good four inches shorter than he was. She had her long brown hair down. He looked at her and took in every detail of her face just before he kissed her. The contact was far more intense than it had been with Jennifer. Maybe it was because he was kissing another man's wife. His hands moved to cup her ass cheeks and she moaned into his mouth. They were French kissing in no time as all. She pressed her body against his and whimpered when his jeans ground against her pubic bone. The moment was spoiled when a loud hiss came from the stove and she tore herself from his grasp. She turned off the burner and poured them both a cup of hot chocolate. She was next to the kitchen table and bending over it when she heard the naught sound of a zipper being tugged down. Mrs. Palmer set the cups down and braced herself. Harry was behind her and sliding his cock into her slowly and gently. She let out a sound like a dove's call. Harry untied the bow of the apron at the top so he could get his hands on her tits. They were heavy and wiggly in his grasp. "I am going to move now," he whispered in her ear. "Break me," she said and she blushed as his cock began to slide in and out of her cunt. "Hold on, it's gonna get bumpy," Harry warned her. Mrs. Palmer began thrusting her hips against Harry as his cock moved forward. She was grunting and telling how good his thing felt inside of her. He never would have guessed that Mrs. Palmer would curse like a sailor. She wanted to be broken. He would do it in spades. He let go of her breasts and grabbed ahold oh her womanly hips and began hammering her. He felt his balls slapping her special place and each time it was like an electric shock for her. Harry watched as she reached between her legs and began teasing her special place. "What are you doing," he asked between thrusts. "I am playing with my clit," she replied. "I wanna see," he said as he pulled out, spun her around and lifted her up onto the kitchen table. "Show me what you are doing." He said as he slid back inside of her. "See... see this spot here," Mrs. Palmer said her hand shaking from the pleasure he was giving her. "That is my clit. It is very sensitive." "Cool," Harry said as if he had seen the mystery behind the temple wall. "Let me do it, I'll be gentle." Her hand grabbed the corner of the table as Harry's index finger explored her pussy. He found the soft little button of flesh and watched how it lit her switch. He made slow circles and combined with his thing slamming into her created the perfect storm. Mrs. Palmer brought her hand to her mouth and bit down as she climaxed. "Did I do that?" Harry asked and she nodded vigorously. "I'm getting close..." "My turn," she said with a hungry look in her eye. "Switch places with me." "UMMM Okay," he replied confused. Soon he was sitting on the corner of the table and she was lowering her mouth to his thing. What was she doing? He stared intently as she began to lick and suck on him. Oh man that felt amazing! One hand stroked the lower half of his thing while she wrapped her lips around the tip. He could feel her tongue teasing him mercilessly. He was panting and warning her how close he was but she ignored him. He bit his lip as he lost control. Harry watched as Mrs. Palmer swallowed his stuff. Her throat muscles worked hard to catch it all. She finished up by licking his thing clean of her fluids. She tucked him back in and zipped him up. "Dang Mrs. Palmer," he gasped. "Call me Susan," she purred. Harry almost forgot to put on his boots. Hell he almost forgot his winter coat. Harry left the Palmer resident on cloud nine. He felt like a freaking sex god. She had said things that he never expected a married woman to let pass her lips. Oh speaking of her lips. She had called it a blowjob. He liked those a lot. She had warned him that most women don't swallow. Harry finished his day out and returned around two in the afternoon. Despite being tired from shoveling all those driveways and sidewalks he was in a great mood, thanks to Mrs. Palmer. He opened the front door and stripped down over the towels left there by his mom. He called out for her but no one answered. Maybe she had gone out? No, the car was still in its parking space. Harry, dressed only in his underwear, headed for the bathroom and a nice hot shower. It was strange he thought as he started the water. Half of the driveways he shoveled today belonged to families that had boys his own age or older. Once the temperature was right he climbed in and let the hot water loosen up his stiff muscles. Speaking of stiff muscles, he was getting excited again thinking about bending the foul mouthed Susan over her own kitchen table. He thought he felt a brief draft of cold air but when he looked the door was closed. The bathroom looked empty so he returned to his business at hand. He took a hold of his thing and replayed his time with the lovely Mrs. Palmer. He was just feeling his toes curl when he heard a very feminine moan in front of him. He opened his eyes and there was Jennifer. She was sitting on the edge of the tub, legs spread and masturbating. He was about to speak when she shook her head. She returned to her business and he did too. But instead of thinking about Susan he watched Jennifer intently. They watched each other as they diddled themselves crazy. Jennifer came first and Harry watched her face as it contorted and her back arch as her body shook. Then she got on her hands and knees and crawled over to him. He looked down at her as she wrapped her hand around the shaft of his thing. He let go as she finished him off. No way, he thought as Jennifer mirrored Susan and took the head of his cock between her lips. She was giving him a blowjob! He had already been close but her doing it ramped up the pleasure beyond his enduring. He cried out as she fired his load down her throat. Just like Susan she swallowed and licked him clean. "Twice in one day," he muttered and Jennifer's eyes narrowed menacingly. "Someone else sucked you off?" Jennifer asked as she stood up. "That too," he stammered. "She was wearing only an apron and how could I say no to that?" "No healthy red blooded American man could," she replied smiling. "I need to analyze something. Make yourself something to eat." "What about mom?" "She is all tied up at the moment," Jennifer said smiling. "She should be free in a little while. She is studying a textbook your dad left behind." Harry shrugged and finished his shower. Jennifer washed his back for him and left him wanting for more. While Harry dried off and went to fix a late lunch. Jennifer went to the attic to check up on the Widow Koch. Harry's mom was standing there naked with a strange geometric web of rope wrapped around her torso and arms. It made her tits and cunt easily accessible but she couldn't move her upper body at all. The open book was on an old sea chest and was the source of the current configuration the Widow found herself in today. The shibari textbook was a token of war her husband had taken off a dead Japanese soldier. She could only guess that he had a sweetheart back in Japan that was as kinky as the Widow was, lucky girl. Jennifer eyed her handiwork as she consulted the text and nodded her approval of her evolving knot tying techniques. "Well you worthless piece of shit you," Jennifer greeted Harry's mom. "It seems that I am not the only one your son is having sex with." "That's not true, Harry is a good boy," the Widow replied and then howled in pain as Jennifer pinched and twisted one of her nipples. "Sorry Mistress." "Whoever this mystery woman is, she swallowed your son's cum. I am very disappointed. I left that out on purpose last night so I could surprise him tonight. I guess that means only one thing left." "NO... Please not that," the Widow said even as her body betrayed her. "Your mouth says no, but your cunt says otherwise," Jennifer said smiling wickedly. "Tonight your son is going to fuck you and never know who it is if you behave." "I'll be good," she said. Harry hadn't quite finished his snack when the telephone rang. He jumped up and answered it. It was Mrs. Palmer, no Susan and she wanted her drive shoveled again tomorrow. Harry jotted her named down and told her he would be there around nine so he wasn't too tired. He could almost hear the hunger in her voice as she said that would be perfect. He hung up and was about to return to the kitchen when the phone rang again. It was Mrs. Foster the middle school teacher. She was the skinny blonde that had moved in a few years back with her salesman husband. "Harry, I was on the phone with Susan, you know Mrs. Palmer." "Yeah Mrs. Foster," he replied. "Call me Helen," she said and Harry's blood froze. "I need some work done in my kitchen. Can you help me out?" "Y-Y-Your kitchen you say," Harry stammered. "I am baking some homemade chocolate chip cookies and with my husband away... do you see my dilemma?" "Yeah I sure do Helen," Harry said as he did the math in his head. "How about ten thirty?" "Gosh, that would be swell," she replied. "I can't wait... see you tomorrow Harry." "Bye Helen..." Holy shit, did a woman just call and ask him for sex? Another married woman at that, he must be dreaming. He went up to his room to get his copy of The Anthology of Sherlock Holmes. He decided that he would really need to conserve his strength for tomorrow. He knocked on the door but no one answered. He peeked in and the room was empty. He went in and grabbed the book. That's when he heard the noises from the attic. They were voices and it sounded like mom and Jennifer. They were talking but he couldn't make out what they were saying. Mom was probably scolding her over going down into the basement or messing with things up there. Serves her right, though he still didn't like or trust her she did suck a cock like nobody's business. Just like mom always said, nobody is all bad. Harry returned to the living room, covered up and opened his book. He was reading about the dancing men when he fell asleep. His dream was a jumbled mess of today's events. In his dream Harry was the great detective himself. He was following the tracks of a villain through the snow. That's when kind Mrs. Hudson, played by Mrs. Palmer, offered him some tea. As he sat sipping his drink he noticed something was amiss. A scuffle ensued and somehow his thing got buried in her special place. The more he tried to extricate himself the deeper it went. He had her right where he wanted, bent over the kitchen table. While he subdued the villainess her mask slipped off and it was in fact the dread fiend Moriarty, played by Jennifer no less. Harry woke up the next morning to find mom fixing breakfast and Jennifer actually helping her. "You sleep like the dead, I swear," his mom said when he stepped into the kitchen. "The phone rang all night and I must admit young man I am disappointed." "Huh, what did I do?" Harry replied mystified. "Three ladies from yesterday called and told me you needed to come back and shovel their walks like you did for Mrs. Palmer. I don't know how it is possible to mess up shoveling snow but you will make it right young man do you hear me?" "Really, well if I have to," Harry replied smiling from ear to ear. "I am glad I got a lot of sleep then. I am going to be completely worn out tonight." "You just make sure you do a good job or else," the Widow threatened. "I promise, I'll make you proud," he said. After breakfast Harry dressed and with a hop and a skip in his step he headed out. Mrs. Palmer waited for him wearing actual lingerie and cup of hot chocolate. The chocolate went cold but Harry didn't. He carried Susan up the stairs and fucked her in the marriage bed. He felt a little guilty but when Susan grabbed the headboard and wrapped her legs around him the bad feelings seem to vanish. He noticed as he thrust into her that she kept looking up. Harry stopped and lifted his head and gazed towards the ceiling. There anchored to the four posts of the bed was a full length mirror. Susan was watching his thing move in and out of her in the reflection above them. "Oh you are a naughty woman," Harry said as he pulled out and watched his doppelganger thrust in and out of her. "I like being watched," she admitted as his cock penetrated deep inside of her. "I get all warm inside when men watch me dress and undress." "You're not the only one," Harry said as he told her all about Ima and her nocturnal habits. "Do you like my body Harry?" He thrust harder and faster as his thing started to swell inside of her. That was his answer as he rolled her onto her belly so he could get his dick deeper inside of her. Susan was getting close to climaxing herself. If he timed it right they might just shoot off at the same time. It was like a freaking countdown. And when they reached zero he fired his load inside of her and she screamed into her pillow. He kissed the back of her neck as he pulled out. Harry hated that part, a lot. So while Susan smoked a cigarette he got dressed and informed her he had other snow to shovel. He had dressed and was walking down the stairs when he heard a familiar voice behind him. "Harry?" Johnny asked. "Oh hey Johnny," Harry said and turned. "How are you?" "I thought my dad was home early," Johnny said. "What makes you say that," Harry replied stifling a grin. "Well, there is this particular sound I hear when he gets home off the road." "Really... and you heard that noise?" Harry asked. "Yes and no," Johnny replied scratching his head. "It kind of sounded like it but this time it was much louder and so was mom." "Must have been the television," Harry said turning to leave. "If it was, I want to watch that show a lot. Bye Harry." "Bye Johnny..." Harry put on his boots and coat. He had just enough time to make it to Helen's place. Twirling the snow shovel like a marching band leader's baton he strode over snow and ice. Harry was on top of the world. He reached the school teacher's home and there was a note taped to the glass pane. It read... 'Come on in and make yourself comfy. The first batch should be out of the oven soon.' It was signed Helen. Harry walked in and the smell of cookies was strong in the air. He slipped off his books and coat then he snuck into the kitchen. He stopped in his tracks. There was Helen bent over the open oven wearing only an apron. She had to have talked to Susan. He didn't mind, it was a good look for her. She had oven mitts on her hands as she retrieved the cookie sheet and placed it on the stove top. She turned and smiled seeing Harry watching her. Helen blushed and threw the mitts over her shoulder. She practically threw herself into Harry's arms. "Oh god I have been thinking about this since yesterday," she moaned. "I haven't had someone make love to me in months." "Why not, you are gorgeous," Harry said as her arms slipped around his neck. "Just promise me one thing," she begged. "Don't be nice or gentle. I need to be punished for betraying my husband." "I will do my best," he replied as she kissed him. As they kissed she undressed him. When she saw his cock she licked her lips and pulled him towards the kitchen table. As she hopped up and spread her legs she told him it was time to eat something besides cookies. Harry knelt down and received instruction. He had always been a fast learner. The way she was had her fingers in his hair and the noises she was making he was doing a bang up job. She corrected him at first but soon his pussy licking skills got a gold star. He licked, teased and fingered her until she was a prone quivering mass on her table. Harry stood up and looked down at her petite body. "Can I fuck you now?" He asked and she nodded weakly. He eased his stiff member inside of her and her back arched. She made more noises until he was all the way in. She seemed quite shocked by how far it reached. Harry guessed that her husband didn't measure up to him. He moved slowly at first. He wanted to savor their first time together. But she would have none of that. Harry shrugged, grabbed her by her outer thigh for leverage and began hammering her pussy as hard as he could. Helen cried out and he believed she had climaxed again. Women were different that was sure. Helen had orgasmed three times already while someone like Susan would just be having her first. As he pounded the cheating slut, her words not his, he felt the first tingling in his toes. "I am getting close... slut," he said reluctantly. "Where do you want it?" "On my face, shoot it all over my face," she begged. Really, that was just gross! But if that is what she wanted then who was he to argue? He thrust as hard as he could into the teacher and when he was close enough Harry pulled out. He walked over to the other corner and stroked off to her face. She closed her eyes but turned her face towards the head of his thing. Harry cried out and painted her girl next door features with his stuff. He turned away and remembered the cookies. He took a small plate and used the spatula to remove a few cookies. That along with a large glass of milk and he was set. He sat on the far side of the table and munched on cookies while the teacher lay there panting and covered with sweat and spunk.