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The Fruits of Indifference Ch. 1

By: Stardog Champion



With the snakish grin of a man completely unburdened by his sins, Kevin Ralston calmly walked out of the seedy Western Pennsylvania motel room that he had just spent the day. A gruff and stony hint of satisfaction shimmered in his heartless blue eyes as he descended the rusty stairs and walked through the late afternoon dusk towards his car, hidden around the corner. 

In his wake, Kevin had just left nearly two years worth of pent up anger, seething lust, and aching frustration laying in a soiled heap on the motel's creaky and cover strewn bed. For the first time since he could remember, Kevin looked up at the sun slowly disappearing beneath the horizon and honestly looked forward to it rising up for the start of a new day. 

* * * * *

18 Months earlier....... 

The bright, antiseptic feel of the Somerset County Juvenile and Domestic Courtroom seemed to close in on Kevin Ralston as he stood his ground in front of the judge, like a cocky but clueless martyr, waiting for his sentence to be handed down. 

The judge's measured words rained down from the bench with indifferent precision as Kevin and his lawyer stood there listening. Kevin felt his court appointed council tap him on the back reassuringly as the judge's words registered inside his head. It was almost as if his lawyer was congratulating him for only getting four months inside the Somerset County Juvi-Hall. 

"It could have been a whole year or at least until you turn 18," The lawyer told him with a satisfied smirk as he gathered his stuff to leave. 

"Yeah... but you ain't the one that has to serve it you sonofabitch," Kevin fumed to himself as he allowed the deputies to take his hands into theirs. 

* * * * *

The trip upstate hadn't been all bad for Kevin, not that he would have ever suggested it to anyone for a way to spend a Summer vacation. 

An only child to a less than affectionate Mother, Kevin's life had simply been dysfunctional up to the point that his Father, a truck driver, died in an accident on the New Jersey Turnpike when Kevin was 11. The fact that he had lost his Father, the only real hero he'd ever had at such a vulnerable age, was made worse by the reality that his Mother had never shed a single tear for her lost husband. By having a Mother that didn't show any sympathy, Kevin never felt comfortable grieving himself and that, combined with a multitude of other indiscret  ions created a rather volatile path from adolescense to early adulthood. 

That it took four months of 6am cattle calls and 10 pm lights out, along with his first taste of a loss of freedom was just what Kevin needed however to have the peace and quiet to put the first 17 years of his life into perspective. 

Having lost the end of his Junior year of high school to the drug conviction, Kevin had been given the option of returning to high school in the Fall after his release from custody but he would have to repeat the 11th grade, leaving him a year behind his graduating class. An already indifferent student, that option didn't readily appeal to Kevin, but a promise he had made to his paternal grandmother, years earlier, in the last days of her life about finishing high school caused Kevin to make the decision to give his education another try. 

He was only two months away from turning 18 by the time he was released and wasn't surprised a bit when his Mother, Pam Ralston, wasn't anywhere to be found the day he could go home. Using the bus ticket the state provided to take him home, the whole 77 mile trip all Kevin could think about was Pam telling him on the phone that between her two jobs, she just didn't have time to make the one hour drive to see him while he was held in the detention center. The fact that he would have probably spat in her face if she had was something Kevin bravely pictured in his mind the whole trip home until he finally arrived later that day at his Mother's trailer to find her roasting in her normal state of alcohol induced ambivalence. 

Walking by Pam as she sat there starring blankly at the TV, smoking a cigarette, Kevin deposited his weight on the sofa and realized that even though he had somehow changed, the world around him had not. 

* * * * *

It took less than a week after re-enrolling for his Junior year at Clifton High that Kevin knew he had entered a race he just couldn't win. Having had a Father that didn't raise a quitter, Kevin gutted out the first few days of classes until the pressure simply got to be too much. 

The stares and whispers of the other students that he had been the one who had spent all Summer at a detention center for getting busted for drugs was tolerable. In fact, if he hadn't been such a loner, Kevin would have probably been the coolest kid in school. Kevin could also deal with the never ending stares from the school's employees as well. Having been busted the year before on school grounds, he was sure his face had been plastered in every teachers' lounge as someone to keep an eye on. 

The final straw in Kevin's self preservation came on the Thursday of his first week back at school when he was leaving his fifth period gym class to head upstairs for 6th period Biology. 

Before Kevin even reached the stairs that would take him to the second floor for class, something caught his eye that brought back every bit mind numbing anger that had built up over the previous six months. Through the subway station like flow of the school's hallway, Kevin's fiery eyes latched on to someone that caused the blood pumping through his head to drown out the earsplitting drone around him. 

Through the maze of bobbing and weaving bodies, Kevin fixated on Debra Stallings, the late 30ish computer and business teacher, who, although he could never prove it, was the one he felt assuredly had turned him in for dealing marijuana on school grounds the semester before. It was Debra Stalling's room on the second floor that had the perfect view to see down into the shadowy outside stairwell that Kevin had used to make his deals. 

The hundreds of other smiling and jovial faces filtered down the hall as Kevin's eyes stayed glued on the teacher's haggard face. A petite, almost frail, woman, Debra was having a difficult time keeping up with the flow of youngsters as she tightly clasped her overflowing briefcase against her chest, desperately trying to work her way through the crowd so she could get upstairs on time for her class. 

Knowing she didn't see him, or anyone else around her for that matter, as she awkwardly made her way for the staircase, Kevin slowed, then leaned back against the row of lockers behind him to observe as Debra scooted down the other side of the hall. 

His anger now boiling, Kevin instantly clenched his fists together as he feet instinctively began pacing forward, following the teacher up the steps. By the time Debra had reached the second floor, Kevin was only six feet behind her as he blankly stalked the woman who had turned him in. 

Gripping his blue backpack tightly against his shoulder to quell the demonic angst bubbling in his soul, Kevin seethed when he saw the tiny brunette reach her classroom and disappear inside. Standing like a statue for several moments, as countless students swirled past, Kevin finally turned on a dime and made his way back down the steps, somehow knowing that he was done with school. 

Even though he had learned a good bit of self discipline from his four month incarceration, Kevin couldn't fathom having to survive an entire school year of seeing Debra Stalling's face without being tempted to do something that would lead to a much longer jail stint than the one he had just endured. 

Dropping his backpack, with a thud, into one of the black trashcans that lined the main entrance to the school, Kevin Ralston calmly walked out of Clifton High for what would prove to be the last time as a student, just the same way he had done weeks earlier at the detention center, a free man. 

* * * * *

For the better part of the next six months, Kevin kicked around doing a series of odd jobs, helping out with a friend's landscaping company and hustling just to keep a few extra dollars in his pocket. Without school to fall back on, Kevin had initially been forced to listen to his Mother's incessant bitching about him making a waste of his life and not helping out with the bills around the trailer but with his 18th birthday approaching, Kevin decided to cut the last vestiges of the umbilical cord before Pam Ralston got the chance. 

Always one to take a hint, Kevin packed two gym bags full of his possessions and ended up going from one living room floor to another until he finally settled at his girlfriend Tina's Mother's townhouse on the other side of town. 

Kevin's daily routine didn't change all that much once he moved in with Tina and Deloris Shantz. He gravitated from one job to the next but spent a majority of his time having sex with Tina when Deloris wasn't home, eating everything he could in the fridge and smoking as much pot and drinking as much alcohol as he could from the money Tina made as a waitress at the local Waffle House. 

* * * * *

It was an early October Tuesday morning at Deloris Shantz's townhouse that Kevin groggily dragged himself out of bed and headed into the kitchen to find something to eat. Looking up at the clock above the stove, Kevin saw that it was 10 minutes till noon, just a little over an hour before Tina got home from her morning shift at Waffle House. 

Scarfing down a bologna sandwich as he flipped on the TV, Kevin sat and watched Jerry Springer until Tina got home, not having a clue that by later in the afternoon, he would have a story that would even bring a chuckle of disbelief to Jerry Springer's face. 

A few minutes after 1 pm, Tina burst through the front door with as much bluster as her 5 foot 2 inch and 140 pound frame could muster, in the same piss-poor mood as usual as she hurriedly disappeared down the hall to change out of her greasy brown uniform. Ten minutes later, Tina emerged from her bedroom dressed wearing a long blue tee-shirt, and nothing else. 

"Get me a beer," Kevin matter-of-factly ordered when he saw Tina approaching out of the corner of his eye. 

"You lazy piece of shit," Tina venomously shot back, even though when she did disappear into the kitchen, she came back with a can of beer in each hands. 

Tossing Kevin's can down onto his bare belly, Tina cracked a lustful smile as she eased around the sofa and nestled down beside her boyfriend. Wrapping her naked legs around his stretched out frame, Tina seductively reached down and started to rub the inside of Kevin's muscular thigh. 

Each popped the tops to their beer and took a few sips before it appeared an invisible director had yelled the word, "Action," and the two sat their cans on the coffee table, allowing their lips and groping hands to meet with laser-like precision. 

Their mouths working like two hungry pistons, Kevin's hands dug fervently into Tina's fleshy thighs as she positioned her weight on top of him. Rolling their tongues in and around each other's mouth, it appeared that the two lust struck lovers were becoming one as Tina planted her bare knees into the sofa cushions, straddling her boyfriend right across his waist. 

Kevin could feel Tina's superheated pussy leaking against his stomach as he spread his legs apart to position his crotch underneath her. 

"You ready," Kevin asked, in a tone that clearly stated he knew the answer. 

"UHHMMPPAAHHHAAA," Tina savagely grunted as she grinded her pelvis on top of her boyfriend's torso. 

Raising her hips slightly, Tina reached down with her sweaty fingers and dug her grip into Kevin's cotton sweat shorts, yanking them cruelly down his legs until his jutting cock sprang free and majestically waved in the air. 

"Fuck the shit out of me," Tina hoarsely groaned as she watched Kevin's manhood twitch and throb underneath her vagina. 

Like a shrew in heat, Tina wrapped her tiny fingers around Kevin's swollen pride and aimed it blindly for the burning pink target of her quim, just the same way she had done each afternoon and night since Kevin had moved in. 

* * * * *

To afford the townhouse she and her Daughter had moved into, Deloris Shantz had committed herself to six days a week of ten hour shifts at the local plastic processing plant. No stranger to dealing with pain, Deloris have bravely worked through the initial stages of arthritis over the past few years, worked through the normal cuts and bruises that came with life on an assembly line as well as the mental anguish of having to raise a troubled Daughter, without a Father. 

The one thing even Deloris had a hard time dealing with however, were the rare occasions when she was forced to endure the sickness and disorientation that came with the migraines that haunted her. That Tuesday happened to be one of the days that Deloris was burdened by the dark storm clouds of a serious headache. Even though she had dealt with worse ones over the years, by the time she had made it to her afternoon lunch break, Deloris decided surrender was the better part of sensibility and informed her boss that she was going to take the rest of the afternoon off. 

By the time Deloris had clocked out and began her 20 minute trek home, she instantly started to feel a little bit better by simply not having to listen to the constant drone of the plant's loud engines pounding in her ears. Taking a left hand turn that put her on the street she lived, all the 42 year old woman could think about was getting out of her clothes and spending the rest of the day closed up in her bedroom, sleeping off the headache. 

What Deloris saw as she neared her driveway however, caused her to instantly recoil. 

"Damn.. she's home already," Deloris hummed to herself, seeing Tina was already home from work and knowing if Tina was home so was Kevin, who was most likely lounging around as if he owned the place. 

Pulling into the driveway with a determined scowl, Deloris fought the urge to slam the car door shut, fearing the reverberations would only cause her throbbing head to feel worse. After gently closing the car door, Deloris turned and slowly started to make her way up the walk to the front porch. Before she had even taken two full steps up onto the porch however, a bone-jarring sense of disbelief overwhelmed the tired woman. 

The blood inside Deloris Shantz's veins seemed to freeze as her eyes caught a peek inside the living room's huge bay window. An animalistic gasp of shock escaped Deloris's mouth and her feet came to a paralysed halt six feet from the glass. With a combination of disgust and embarrassment, Deloris turned her head from the sight of her Daughter and Kevin engaged in a brutal coupling inside. Standing there with her head turned for more than a few agonizing moments, Deloris deliriously tried to decide whether or not to burst into the house to put a stop to the encounter or to simply disappear for a while and save herself the trauma. 

Her eyes glued to the ground, Deloris vacillated on the edge of the porch for nearly a minute, trying to convince herself that what she saw inside wasn't happening. Even though she was enough of a realist to know that Tina and Kevin had been having sex under her roof, to actually be confronted with it was something that caused Deloris's stomach to roll. 

Finally deciding to retreat back towards the driveway, the acid etched image of Tina straddling Kevin's crotch filled Deloris's head as she fumbled in her purse to find her car keys. By the time she had finally turned the ignition and started to back out of the looping driveway, to find a quiet place to calm her nerves, Deloris had no clue that when she finally switched the gearshift into forward to drive off, at that very moment, the 18 year old boy she had been allowing to live under her roof was sending a scalding jet spray of jism deep into her only Daughter's slurping womb. 

Gripping the steering wheel tightly in her numb hands, Deloris anxiously but fruitlessly searched the floorboard for an extra pack of cigarettes. "SHIT," She yelled out loud as she helplessly drove on, fighting off the constant images of Kevin screwing Tina in her head as she swerved aimlessly through traffic. 

By the time Deloris had reached the safety of the local convenience store's parking lot, she eased herself into a far away stall and sat there trying to compose herself, sensing full well, Tina was less than a mile away, cleansing her lazy boyfriend's cock with her thirsty mouth. 

"BITCH," Deloris angrily spat out, not knowing if she meant it for her slut of a Daughter or possibly for her own cowardly weakness and denied jealousy. 

In desperate need of a smoke, Deloris peeled herself out of her car and walked like a zombie across the lot. Once inside the store, she seemed oblivious to the presence of the other people milling around as she stoically asked the clerk for a pack of Marlboro Lights, handed him $4 and turned without even getting her change. 

Anxiously ripping the plastic off the top of the pack, Deloris scooted back to her car, trying to muster the courage to return home to face her Daughter and Kevin. 

* * * * *

Putting out the third cigarette she had smoked during the five minute trip home, Deloris wheeled her vehicle into her driveway for the second time that afternoon with a renewed determination to reclaim her home as her own. Slamming the car door shut this time so everyone around could hear, Deloris made it a point to stomp across the porch, giving fair warning to the two inside that she had arrived. 

Her purse swinging wildly against her shoulder as she beat a path to the front door, Deloris's hand looked like a heat seeking missile as it reached for the doorknob. Determined not to shy away from any confrontation, Deloris didn't even attempt to sneak a peek inside the window as she passed by to see if the two teenagers were still fucking on the couch before she entered. 

Forcing the front door open with commando fury, Deloris prepared to yell at the two as soon as she entered but when she finally did step into the house, all she saw was Kevin sitting shirtless on the sofa with his feet propped up on the coffee table. 

Casting a hateful glance at the lazy 18 year old, Deloris gathered all her strength and slammed the front door shut, causing the physically spent kid on the sofa to jump slightly. 

"What they Hell was that for?" Kevin sarcastically asked the older woman. 

"Don't you worry what the Hell that was for... It's MY house... MY name on the fucking rent check every month.. now shut up and get the Hell out," Deloris angrily snarled as she slipped past the sofa for the sanctuary of her kitchen. 

As she passed by a still seated Kevin, Deloris could hear the shower running from the bathroom down the hall and got a sick taste in her mouth knowing why Tina was taking a shower and just what she was trying to scrub off and out of her. 

In a maddening rush, Deloris threw her purse onto the counter as she made a beeline for the window that looked out over kitchen sink. Finally able to allow the reservoir of tears that she was holding back to flood down her cheeks, the disheveled woman sobbed to herself as she looked out at two birds dancing on the electrical wire that looped up to the house. 

"Why the fuck can't I just fly away like them?" Deloris groaned internally as the adrenaline of her embarrassment and anger pounded in her head. 

So loud was that pounding in fact, that Deloris didn't hear it when Kevin sprung up off the sofa and started to make his way from the living room into the kitchen. It wasn't until she felt the floor begin to vibrate underneath her feet that she knew Tina's imposing boyfriend was creeping up behind her. Turning her head meekly to the right so she could steal a glance at him over her shoulder, Deloris cringed when she saw his brooding, shirtless frame closing in. 


The Fruits of Indifference Ch. 1



"All he wants is another beer from the refrigerator," Deloris tried telling herself reassuringly as she dabbed awkwardly at the stream of tears leaking down her cheek. 

"Leave me alone," Deloris heard herself beg, in a voice she barely recognized as her own. 

Allowing her slanted gaze to drift even lower, Deloris couldn't help but notice the protruding bulge and matching wet spot that lined the front of the teenager's cut off sweatshorts. 

Twisting her head forward immediately, Deloris gulped from seeing the unmistakable evidence of the boy's youthful virility, and the comprehension of what it had just been used for. 

Clenching her teeth together, Deloris bravely kept her gaze trained forward, hoping all Kevin wanted in the kitchen was to get him something cold to drink. Waiting in perplexed silence for the sound of the refrigerator door to open, Deloris's heart sank with each moment that passed when the door didn't. 

She could hear Kevin's breathing become shallower and shallower as he closed in from behind until her legs nearly went limp when he came to a halt only inches from her rear. 

Gripping both hands tightly around the edge of the sink, Deloris felt as if a monster was examining her from behind. Fighting to take every breath she could, Deloris literally shrieked out loud when Kevin nimbly pressed his crotch forward, causing his concealed penis to lightly tap the back of her exposed leg. 

Her foundation turning completely to jelly, Deloris gripped the sink as if her life depended on it as Kevin playfully and patiently rubbed his wet, protruding but sheathed rock back and forth against her bare goose-pimpled skin. 

"Errgghh," Deloris moaned, nearly inaudibly, as she listened for the shower in the other room. "I can't... I can't.... we can't.. leave me alone... can't... She'll catch us.... stop."

"No," Kevin emotionlessly replied. 

Unable to hear a single crack or hint of conscience in Kevin's dry answer, Deloris slammed her eye lids shut an instant before the 18 year old's left hand reached around her body and clasped tightly around sweaty hand. 

Like a bear in a trap, Deloris squirmed in a tepid fit of resistance before realizing she was no match for the brooding and careless youngster. Feeling her elbow and shoulder joint cruelly twisted backwards, Deloris cringed out loud when her left arm was completely folded behind her back as if a cop was preparing to handcuff her. 

Despite the fact that her circulation was slowly decreasing in the arm, Deloris's numb fingers could still feel the moist cottony texture of Kevin's cumstained shorts as he glided her hand back and forth across his clothed erection. 

"URGGHH," Deloris muttered, her gaze still trained forward. 

"You know where that cock's been don't ya.. Huh.. you know exactly why that things so sloppy right now... why do you think your Daughter's in there taking a shower... .. umhummm," Kevin groaned harshly into the older woman's reddened ear. 

Deloris understood with sick clarity why Kevin's manhood was in such shape, in fact she found herself having to close her eyes because the brief snippet of memory of seeing the two entwined on the sofa when she came home the first time was playing like a big screen picture, over and over, in the glass window right in front of her bloodless face. 

"Stop," the 42 year old woman meekly trembled. "She'll.... catch you..."

"You don't want me to," Kevin spat back confidently, "You jealous, conniving little Bitch.... you ain't had a man in so long.. it makes you sick that your little prissy Daughter can get it anytime she wants!"

"Arrgghh," Deloris squirmed, as Kevin's pointed words and throbbing cock caused her entire mind and body to dangerously sway. "Noooo," She aimlessly whispered, knowing Kevin's accusation was completely prophetic. 

Grinding Deloris's hand against his freshly aroused cock, Kevin brazenly taunted down to his girlfriend's Mom in a relentless hiss. 

"I just fucked Tina with that.. right before you came home.. and now she's in there in the shower.. and you know what... she's gonna come out of that bathroom in a few minutes with a towel wrapped around that sweet little body of hers... and she's gonna pissed to see you home early from work... cause she's gonna be ready to fuck again... she can't get enough and when she sees you standing there.. she ain't gonna be very fucking happy!" Kevin mockingly bellowed. 

Looking down over the older woman's trembling shoulder, Kevin was emboldened by the sight of Deloris's two nipples straining mightily out of the front of her sheer white top. 

"Good God Bitch.. you ain't been fucked in so long have you.. I can smell it from here," He wickedly continued. 

With his left hand still gripping Deloris's against his crotch, Kevin reached forward with his right arm and guided it between the flinching woman's waist and the sink in front of her. Flexing his long, rough fingers outwards, Kevin closed his palm right over top of Tina's Mom's crotch. 

"Spread your legs... APART, Kevin haughtily ordered as he felt every drop of blood in his body rush towards his burning penis. 

"OHH.. YEAH.. that's right.. you hand feels just like Tina's does when she gives me a hand job through my pants.. did you teach her how to do that... Huh?" Kevin taunted, using the older woman's secured hand like a paint roller against his genitals. 

Pressing his fingertips all the way down against the front of Deloris's pants, Kevin leaned in and bit his front teeth down roughly around the stunned woman's earlobe at the same time he palmed her crotch. 

"Don't turn around.. keep your fucking face forward!", Kevin ordered, sensing the older woman's will to turn around and face him. 

"Just like I thought," He beamed proudly the moment he was able to swim his fingers inside her pants and rub them against the soaked and swampy material of Deloris's lacey pink panties. "You're all wet down there.. how about that?"

With Tina's Mom's left hand clenched inside of his, forced to massage his fleshy phallic log through his cumstained shorts, and her right hand still tightly wrapped around the sink's edge for support, Kevin knew he had the older woman primed for his next move. 

Digging his index and middle fingers directly into Deloris's molten gash, the seething teenager took sick pride in the way Ms. Shantz's legs turned to mush in front of him as his probing digits disappeared inside her undersexed quim. 

"That pussy of yours hasn't been fucked in years has it.. its tighter than Tina's by far, Kevin groaned wonderously, feeling the warmth of Deloris's feminine porage coat his corkscrewing right hand. 

"Please.. don't do this.. Kevin.. please ahh.. ahh.. ahhh... not here.... she' gonna catch us... ahhh.. stop.. ," Deloris gasped, her head bobbing back and forth on her neck as if it were filled with helium. "What.. what if she......"

"Don't worry about that.... just shut up and keep fucking my fingers Bitch!" Kevin laughed cruelly. 

Working his right hand into the opened slit of Deloris's pants, Kevin's wrist feverishly arched in and out of her shorts as he molested her steaming pussy. At the same time he was fondling her, Kevin held her left hand behind her back with the ferocity of a madman as he forced his girlfriend's cowering Mother to give him a handjob. 

"MMMPPHH," Deloris groaned in aroused dismay. 

"Uh.. huh.. you like that don't ya.. you like it when a man takes over.. makes you his little slut... I can see where Tina gets it from now.. you're both cock hungry sluts.. only difference is she goes out and gets it anytime she wants and all you do is lay in that bed of yours at night trying to hold your breath listening for the sounds of me fucking her.. ain't that right!" Kevin nastily insinuated. 

"ARGGHH," was all Deloris could muster as she blushed from Kevin's evil but true accusation. 

"Yeah.... TAKE THAT.. YEAAAHHHH... squeeze my dick hard Bitch," Kevin shouted through clenched teeth, right into Deloris's horrifed but tingling ears. "You feel how hard it is... I only used it 10 minutes ago and feel it.. its all hard again.. ever been with a man who could get it back up that fast.. Tina's getting ready to finish her shower and I guarenDAMNtee you all she's thinkin' about right now is coming back in here and sucking it some more... what do you think she's gonna think when she's sees her Witch of a Mom in the kitchen trampling all over her turf.. HUH... all bent over like a Bitch in heat letting him have his way with her.. HUH?"

"URRGGHH," Deloris desperately squealed, her first non-self created orgasm in over a year now rising in her body like a burgeoning tsunami. 

"Is it coming Deloris.. huh.. can you feel it rising up in your body.. can you.. Fuck knows I can.. all this hot shit drippin' out your pussy right now would take the paint off a car.. come on.. COME ON.. why don't you cum for me.. just like Tina does every time I nail her," The sadistic teenager breathlessly spat as the woman withering in his arms began to lose all control. 

"AAAAAAHHHHMMMPPHHHAAAAAMMMHHHH," Deloris shrieked manically until her brown eyes rolled back in their sockets as she bucked like a convicted killer being executed between Kevin and the sink. 

"Come on Bitch.. let all that cum bleed out of your cunt... YEAHAAHH.. soak those panties of yours.. YEAH.. COME ON.. soak my hand so I can make you lick it off!" Kevin snarled, relentlessly keeping his assault up until he heard Tina cut the shower off in the next room. 

Squeezing Deloris's body tightly against his, Kevin savagely bit down on the back of the moaning woman's sweaty neck as he continued to force her left hand to fondle his pulsing dick. 

Keeping his right hand buried inside of Deloris's pants, Kevin rapidly rubbed his fingers across the aching woman's greasy and erect clit until he could feel her spent body starting to drift towards the floor. Pulling back at the last possible moment, Kevin grinned wickedly seeing Deloris's hands helplessly flail out to catch herself from falling to her knees. 

Admiring the beads of sweat that dribbled down Deloris's slightly graying reddish/brown hair and the way her shorts were stripped halfway down her lily white ass, Kevin reached inside the fridge to grab a beer as he watched Tina's mom desperately try to pull herself together before her Daughter came out of the bathroom. 

Walking over to Deloris one last time, Kevin reached around her quivering body and grabbed each of her full breasts in his hand, cupping them as if he owned them as he kissed her with feigned love, gently on her cheek. 

Sticking his cum-smeared fingers against Deloris's parched lips, Kevin rolled them like a Popsicle into the woman's mouth until she was forced to swallowed the own nutrients of her guilty and depraved lust. 

"Slut," he scolded Deloris silently as heard the bathroom door squeak open and Tina's footsteps start making their way up the hall. 

Watching with sick humor as Deloris awkwardly tried pulling her shorts back up to button them, Kevin could see several streams of coal black mascara sliding down the woman's face as she raised her arm to attempt to wipe away the residue. Standing there watching the older woman for one last pleasing moment, Kevin finally turned towards the entrance to the kitchen and waited for Tina to turn the corner. 

Just as he expected, Tina sauntered into the kitchen, wrapped in a white towel that barely covered her breasts. Kevin watched her expression intently, waiting for it to dawn on his girlfriend that her Mother was standing there, home early from work. 

"What the fuck are you doing here?" Tina's voice cracked, the moment she saw her half sobbing Mother standing by the sink. 

The two women stared down each other for the better part of a half a minute before Tina turned towards Kevin to get any hint of what might be happening. 

Kevin simply shrugged his shoulders and walked down the hall towards Tina's room to grab his bags, leaving the two women alone while he gathered his stuff to leave. 

Pure, unadulterated silence reigned in the house as Kevin stuffed his clothes into his two bags before heading out. Walking back out into the main part of the house, Kevin could feel Tina's eyes burning a hole through him as he emerged from the hallway. 

"Where are you going?" Tina angrily asked, alternating her rattlesnake like gaze between her boyfriend and Mom. 

"I don't know... don't worry about it," Kevin replied coyly. "I was simply told that it was time to leave... See ya."

With that simple, sarcastically polite gesture, Kevin was out the door, leaving the two generations of the Shantz females to tear each other apart. Putting his right hand up to his face as he lit a cigarette, Kevin couldn't help but breathe in Deloris's arousal as it coated his fingers at the same time Tina's cum was also crusting around his cock. The irony of that wasn't lost of Kevin Ralston as he walked down the street to find another place to stay, knowing full well that both the women he had brought to orgasm within the past hour were in the townhouse directly behind him, having it out...

Part 2 coming soon



The Fruits of Indifference Ch. 2



After crashing at a friend's house for the next two nights, Kevin found himself haggard and hungry as he lugged himself across town to his Mother's trailer. 

Walking slowly through the grimy trailer park, Kevin smiled slightly seeing that his Mom's car wasn't parked out in front. 

"Still at work... won't have to listen to her Bitch for a while at least," Kevin told himself as he cockily strode home. 

As he neared Pam Ralston's residence however, Kevin became perplexed by the sight of the front door swinging wide open despite the fact his Mom wasn't home. 

Cautiously scaling the front stoop, all Kevin could think in his bitter mind was that one of Pam's convenience fucks was still in the house, lounging around while she was at work. 

Reaching out for the ramshackle screen door's latch, Kevin carefully let himself in, scanning the living room as if he were an investigating officer rather than the Son of the woman who lived there. Setting his overnight bags on the floor, Kevin's attention was pulled towards the bathroom down the hall, where the sound of the hissing shower told him where the visitor was located. 

Balling his fists together, Kevin's already simmering anger started to seethe as he contemplated meeting the man that Pam Ralston had brought home for the night. As he was standing there waiting for the person in the shower to finish, the image of a strange purse resting on the rickerty couch in the corner caught his attention. Gliding quietly over to it, Kevin dropped his hand inside the inviting opening of the purse and pulled out the worn wallet. 

Flipping it open, Kevin saw the driver's license picture of one of his Mother's friends, Jackie Smithson. 

"Bitch," Kevin groaned underneath his breath as he dropped the evidence back into the purse. 

Jackie was one of his Mom's best friends and most loyal drinking buddies. She also had a nasty habit of dating really bad men who often used Jackie's face and body for batting practice whenever the booze and jealousy couldn't find a good medium ground. Kevin couldn't count the times Jackie had come running to Pam's over the years to spend the night with two black eyes, or worse. 

Hearing the shower shut off in the bathroom, Kevin pivoted his body toward the door down the hallway and patiently waited for Jackie to step out. Keeping his eyes riveted on the knob, Kevin fought the urge to crack a wicked smile when the door creaked open and the freshly shower frame of his Mother's best friend stepped out, oblivious to the fact that Kevin was standing only 15 feet away, clad only in a skimpy and soaked towel that barely concealed her bosom. 

"AAARGGHHH," Jackie instantly screamed when she saw the brooding young man standing there, intently watching her. 

Confused as to whether to cover her mouth to muffle her shrieks of shock or to use her arms to cover her near nakedness, Jackie tripped her way back into the bathroom, slamming the door so forcefully in the process that the whole trailer shook. 

"You scared the shit out of me, Kevin," the unsettled older woman screamed from the safety of the bathroom. 

Turning his head, Kevin barely acknowledged Jackie's venomous tirade as he disappeared into the kitchen to find something to settle his growling stomach. Kevin surveyed the contents of the fridge for about two minutes when he heard the bathroom door open again. Hearing Jackie rapid, angry footsteps ease up the hall, Kevin turned to see her enter the kitchen, this time dressed in a tee-shirt and a pair of cut off jean shorts. 

"You shouldn't walk around the house naked," Kevin grunted stoically up to Jackie when he made eye contact with her, cringing over the two purplish and black circles that lined her eye sockets and cheek. "Get into a car wreck, Jackie?" Kevin almost asked out loud. 

"... And you should learn how to knock before you come into a house.. your Mom said you moved out... You scared the Hell out of me," Jackie spat as she lit a Virginia Slim, this time in a slightly calmer tone, almost as if she were expecting an apology from Kevin. 

Sensing her want for an apology, Kevin turned his gaze away and ignored the woman standing beside him, deciding his hunger outweighed his need to be liked at that moment. 

"Oh.. Fucking well," Jackie huffed realizing she wasn't getting anywhere with the 18 year old boy. 

Several minutes of silence passed between the two as Kevin ate and Jackie chain-smoked. 

"Are you going to be here all night?" Kevin grumpily asked, breaking the malaise of silence. 

"Probably," Jackie bitterly replied, in a frustrated tone of a woman that didn't have anywhere else to go. 

The two continued to sit on opposite sides of the cramped living room, each trying to out brood the other until the sound of gravel crackling in the trailer's driveway caused each of their ears to spring to attention. Pam Ralston was home from work. 

Tapping her cigarette out, Jackie lunged off the sofa and went to meet her best friend at the door. Kevin sat in the chair and patiently kept his focus trained on the front door, waiting for his Mother, who he hadn't seen in over a month, to walk through. 

The instant their gazes met, an acidic and uncomfortable expression washed over both their faces. 

"What the fuck are you doing here?" Pam bristled, quickly sensing the tension between her son and her friend. "I don't have any money if that's why you're here!"

"I don't need any, " Kevin immediately replied, brushing the crumbs of his sandwich off his lap and onto the floor. "I just thought I'd come by to say Hi and that I love you," he added with sarcastic bombast. 

Walking past the two women, Kevin burst through the door without saying another word, leaving Pam and Jackie standing there wondering what just happened. 

* * * * *

A little after 2 AM that night, Kevin Ralston staggered home to his Mother's trailer, drunk and high, trying to find a place to steal a good night's sleep. 

Forcing open the front door, Kevin's dazed and bloodshot eyes fought to adjust to the dark as he paused for a moment in the doorway. Holding his breath for a few seconds, Kevin could hear the sounds of raspy breathing rising from the sofa on the other side of the room. Training his blurry eyes forward the best he could, Kevin could see Jackie's frame resting on the couch with her back towards him. 

Biting his bottom lip harshly at the realization that the place he planned on sleeping was occupied, Kevin solemnly glided across the living room and came to a stop directly behind the back of the sofa. Peering down at the sleeping frame of his Mother's best friend, Kevin allowed the haze of hard liquor and hate swirling in his libido to cloud his already haggard judgment. 

Feeling his dick begin to harden in his pants as he stared down at Jackie's sleeping face, the 18 year old boy reached down and rolled his palm over top of the growing mound protruding from the front of his jeans. 

Quickly stealing a peek over his right shoulder to make sure the door to his Mother's room was closed, Kevin returned his rabid smirk back down to the unknowing woman resting below. 

Allowing his eyes to steadily adjust to the lack of light in the room, Kevin stood there for several moments, sizing up his waiting prey, before finally reaching down and taking the sheet that covered Jackie's voluptuous, tee-shirt and panty clad body into his right hand and gently pulled it down to her waist. 

"Hummm," Kevin grinned, feeling his dick continuing to harden. 

Kevin could feel the sensation of cum starting to boil in his testicles as he gazed down at the older woman's exposed body. Flinching slightly when Jackie started to stir from having the sheet pulled off her torso, Kevin tried to decide whether he wanted to jack off right there and blow his load inside his pants or if he wanted to take his drunk endeavor up a notch. 

Blindly unzipping his pants, Kevin eased his rigid penis through the pee-hole as he continued staring down at the woman stirring on the couch. With his cock now at full staff, Kevin's adrenaline started racing the instant he saw the glimmering white twinkle of Jackie's now opened eyes as she attempted to discern what had caused her to awaken. 

"AHH... YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE," Jackie hissed in groggy shock, desperately reaching for the sheet Kevin had pulled down as he cockily glared back at her. 

"UH.. HUH," Kevin nonchalantly hummed back to Jackie as he openly fondled his cock above her. 

Kevin could see the outline of the older woman's mouth opening and closing although nothing but soft primal gasps for air echoed out of her throat. 

"You like it when a man's rough with you.. don't you?" Kevin accused matter-of-factly, knowing full well Jackie's propensity for attracting men that used her in every possible way. "That pussy of yours down there doesn't get stoked until somebody throws you around a little does it... does it? But then you go and start feeling guilty about it.. and then you run away like a scared little girl... then after a little while you need that fix again and you go running right back to it.. I can see those two black eyes of yours here in the dark.. small price to pay Huh just to know somebody loves ya ain't it," Kevin bitterly mocked, understanding fully the merry-go-round of violence and loneliness Jackie had long been spinning on. 

Reaching down in the dark as he scolded her, Kevin saw Jackie flinch when she realized he was about to touch her. Enjoying the way the older woman nervously recoiled, Kevin allowed his hand to innocently slip over her trembling frame to pick up one of the seven empty longneck bottles of Budweiser that littered the coffee table beside the sofa. 

Pulling the brown bottle back towards his body with his left hand as he continued to jack off with his right, Kevin glibly squeezed the hard glass between his fingers, savoring the way his erection tingled as Jackie helplessly looked up. 

A surreal sense of burgeoning power soaked through Kevin's nerve center as he haughtily masturbated over top of the woman who he had known for all his life. It seemed as if there had been some strange and silent power shift between the two, where their roles has suddenly reversed. A day earlier Kevin had simply been her best friend's punk son. Now that same boy was towering over top of her and Jackie was helpless but to lay there and wait for the heartless 18 year old young man to make his next move. 

Clearly sensing his new power of her, Kevin hypnotically swung the beer bottle side to side as he watched Jackie's body language retreat into a prone pose of acceptance. 

"Spread your legs," Kevin hissed, deftly jerking the sheet still covering Jackie's lower body, all the way down to the foot of the couch. 

Pinching the smooth tinted glass between the fingers of his left hand, Kevin bent his back slightly, allowing enough slack in his reach so that he could place the empty bottle against the crotch of Jackie's silky white panties. 

"Ohhh.. what are... you.. doing?" Pam Ralston's best friend whispered in the dark, feeling the cool glass press against her vaginal mound. 

"Whatever I want," Kevin distantly replied. "Reach down here and take off your panties... NOW!"

Strangely powerless to the teenager's will, Jackie numbly lowered both hands down to her waist and slipped her fingers inside the elastic band of her panties without ever taking her eyes off of Kevin masturbating above her. 

Feeling Kevin tease the insides of her thighs with the bottle, Jackie shifted her hips on the sofa, trying to work her panties down to her feet, just as Pam's Son had ordered. 

"Give them to me," Kevin grunted when he saw Jackie slip the white undergarment off her feet. 

"Wha... ," Jackie disjointedly sighed. 

"Give.. them.. to.. me," Kevin impatiently asked again. 

Seeing Jackie's white panties rise towards him in the bleak darkness, Kevin temporarily removed his right hand from his cock and took the silky and slightly moist garment from Jackie's trembling hand. 

Gently rolling the material between his fingers, Kevin lowered them down towards his straining crotch resumed jacking himself off, this time with Jackie's underwear sandwiched between his sweaty hand and thick veiny cock. 

With the older woman's pussy completely exposed and vulnerable, Kevin eased the beer bottle all the way between Jackie's thighs once again until the solid glass melted into her pink and pouty vaginal opening

"SHIT," Kevin gasped joyously , feeling his balls start to boil as his eyes soaked up the sight of Jackie's cunt flowering around the label of the cylinder shaped invader. 

Turning the empty longneck bottle like a dervish between his fingers, Kevin could literally feel Jackie's body squirm and shiver below as he overwhelmed her pussy with the blunt instrument. 

Seeing Jackie's white arms flail through the air, half imploring him to stop and half imploring him to continue with his dastardly deed, Kevin rolled his tongue across his front teeth, savoring the way he was making the drunk and sleepy woman writhe. Pumping his cock even harder with his left hand, Kevin rested his entire body weight on the back of the sofa as he spanked the cold and unforgiving glass bottle against Jackie's liquefied pussy. Kevin could clearly smell Jackie's copious juices percolating out of her womb as her rubbery vaginal lips clung wetly to the bottle. 

"God you've got a hairy pussy," Kevin barked down to her, seeing the way Jackie's dense wisps of pubic hair latched onto the bottle and his greasy fingers, just like Velcro. 

"Ummm... mmpphhaaahh," Jackie sighed out, in an ever increasing progression of sound. 

Stepping out of his pants, Kevin picked his right leg up into the air and lifted his weight off the floor. Stepping over the backside of the sofa, Kevin's throbbing and heated genitals hung directly above his Mother's best friend's face as he continued to sadistically pillage Jackie's cunt with the empty 16 oz. Budweiser. 

"Shit," Kevin spat, feeling Jackie's hot muffled breathing cascade against his drooping balls and sensitive ass. 

"Ummphh," he groaned, "Stick out your tongue Jackie and french kiss my asshole you nasty slut!"

Taking a deep breath, Kevin positioned his anus right above Jackie's gasping lips and balanced himself on the sofa, waiting for the helpless older woman to follow his degrading orders. 

Keeping the pressure of the beer bottle tight against Jackie's glistening twat, Kevin began to grind his hips back and forth, savoring the ticklishly intoxicating sensation of Jackie's breath whispering into his rear end. 

"MMMPPHH," Kevin heard Jackie frustratingly gasp from below until she finally relented and dabbed her beer soaked tongue out to touch Kevin's puckered anal bud. 

"OH.. FUCK.. YEAH.. YOU NASTY SKANK... You'll do anything a man tells ya won't ya?" Kevin grinned down, as he worked his backside like a piston on top of Jackie's horrified face. "Keep those legs of yours spread too Baby while you lick my ass.. you wouldn't want to find out what the fat end of a beer bottle feels like torpedoing your cunt open do ya.. HUH... DO YA'... suck my ass harder then... COME ON... don't be shy!"

Rocking his knees up and down, Kevin squatted his asscheeks against Jackie's face, over and over, until she had no choice but to anally ream the teenager as she had been instructed. Positioned perilously on the small, dilapidated sofa, Kevin temporarily dropped his right hand from his cock and allowed it to come to rest right on top of Jackie's heaving tits to support his weight. Grinding his rear end back and forth against Jackie's tentative tongue, Kevin roughly squeezed the older woman's sagging breasts between his fingers until the small of her back arched high off the cushions. 

Working the edge of the beer bottle frantically in and out of Jackie's swampy slit, the unforgiving 18 year old stud's head began to spin as his Mom's friend drenched his asshole with her saliva. Returning his grip to his raging hard-on, Kevin haughtily smacked it like a meaty hammer against Jackie's hearty bosom until the gross sound of flesh smacking flesh filled the aluminum sided trailer. 

"I can smell that pussy from here, Jackie," Kevin laughed down sarcastically... "you act like you've gotten fucked by a bottle before.. is this the first time you've put something like that down there... HUH?"

"UHHHH... JESUS.. CHRIST," Jackie yelped out from below, sending shivers of ecstasy through Kevin's bare skin as he cruelly twisted the 7 inch long bottle in and out the front of her gaping snatch. 

"It goes right in," Kevin hissed madly," Is that what you do when you can't a guy to take you home from the bar.. Huh.. drink a few beers and go fuck the bottles when your done. "

"DEAR FUCKING... GGGAAWWDDDDDDD," Jackie shrieked, the relentless presence of such a solid girth now too much for her raging libido to stand. 

Frantically beginning to hump the bottle back with her disheveled and soupy crotch, Jackie's shoulders and hips were flailing upwards from sofa, causing Kevin to feel as if he were riding a horse down a steep and bumpy incline as the moaning shrew continued lubing out his tight rectum with her mouth. 

"Look at that," Kevin beamed. "You're gonna cum all over that aren't you?"

"YESSSSS," Jackie hiccupped as Kevin sped his sadistic thrusts. 

"Kiss my ass.. Come on Bitch... KISS.. MY... ASS WHILE I FUCK YOUR CUNT," Kevin implored, smiling broadly when he felt the vacuum of Jackie's lips close tightly around his anus. 

Kevin's right hand was still tightly wrapped around his cock as he bounced it roughly off Jackie's quivering tits. Looking down at the way the older woman's body literally buckled underneath him, Kevin could tell she was on the verge of release from the excruciatingly glorious sensations his hand was flooding her cunt with. 

"Now... How does THAT feel," Kevin grunted through his teeth, actually wedging the fat end of the bottle three inches into Jackie's overwhelmed quim at just the same moment she was beginning to convulse into orgasm. 

Rubbing his sloppy wrist up and down in an nonstop rhythm against Jackie's rock hard clitoris, Kevin looked as if he were perched atop a launching pad as Jackie prepared to explode beneath him. 

"SSSHHHIIITTT," The hapless woman screamed frantically, causing her whimpering voice to echo loudly through the whole trailer. 

Instinctively reaching down with his right hand, the wicked teenage boy swung his cock up to Jackie's gasping mouth and shoved its length directly between her gaping lips, using it as a crude cork to keep Jackie from waking up Pam Ralston down the hall, as well as the rest of the trailer park, with her shrill shrieks of ecstasy. 

Kevin felt Jackie's superheated mouth totally envelope his manhood as it snaked its way down her gullet. Finding himself suddenly using the older woman's mouth as if it were a substitute vagina, Kevin crudely face-fucked the shell-shocked woman at the same time he continued to bleed every bit of feminine ejaculate he could from her womb with the now drenched Budweiser Bottle. 

The veins in Kevin's neck were on the verge of bursting as he felt the molten lava swelling inside his balls start to ricochet out of his straining urethra, oozing straight down into Jackie's parched throat. Kevin could feel the woman's upper body go tense from the shock of having so much fluid suddenly released into her mouth. Hearing Jackie's nostrils flare in a desperate attempt to pump fresh oxygen into her lungs, Kevin raised both hands to each side of Jackie's teetering head and held her mouth steady as he forced every bit of his demented lust into the shocked woman's retching stomach. 

By the time he was done two minutes later, Kevin slowly unhinged his bent knees and lifted himself out of the squatted position, bringing his deflating penis with him as he raised himself off of Jackie's glazed and raw mouth. Looking down at the messy sight of his rubbery penis as it lewdly dangled down, Kevin wrapped his right hand around its softening mass and squeezed the remaining mix of cum and saliva from it before wiping the traces of residue across Jackie's flushed cheeks. 




The Fruits of Indifference Ch. 2



"There you go Babe," Kevin taunted, "Now you won't have to put on any makeup in the morning. "

Pulling the beer bottle out from Jackie's thighs as he hopped down to the floor, Kevin couldn't resist the urge to raise the slippery glass to his nose for a quick sniff. 

Pulling his head back quickly, Kevin was amazed and overwhelmed but just how potently Jackie's feminine scent and fluids had permeated the outside of the Budweiser bottle. Laying it gently down on the coffee table so that Jackie would be reminded of it as soon as she woke up in the morning, Kevin grabbed the sheet that Jackie had been sleeping with and crashed in the recliner on the other side of the room, falling asleep almost immediately from drunk exhaustion, leaving his Mom's friend stunned and sexually paralyzed, laying completely naked in the dark as Kevin began to snore... 

Part 3 coming soon... 



The Fruits of Indifference Ch. 3



Winter turned to Spring and Spring turned to Summer for Kevin Ralston, but nothing in his life noticeably changed.  He still spent the better part of his days working only when the feeling hit and spent his nights crashing wherever anyone had the space and tolerance to put him up. 

By late Summer of his 18th year of life, Kevin found himself working at a landscaping firm ran by a drug dealing acquaintance of his, Miguel.  Even though the early but long hours required for the job sucked, the pay was pretty good and the upscale neighborhoods that many of Miguel's clients lived provided Kevin with an occasional opportunity to pocket a few trinkets. 

One such chance was tending to the home of a 54 year old divorcee named Melanie Willberg.  Melanie, and her then husband Stuart, had been vital members of the town's social circles and active participants with the city's Chamber of Commerce.  

That was until Melanie caught Stuart cheating on her with one of the part time women who worked at the family's jewelry store.  While Melanie had made out quite well in the divorce settlement, there was a tangible sadness about the women considering all her children had grown up and gotten on with their lives and she was left to pick up the shattered remnants of her world while trying to navigate her mid 50's. 

Melanie had gotten the family home in the divorcee settlement, but that huge house had became a lifeless museum chronicling the lonely woman's existence as it was before the breakup.  Even her neighbors had come to laugh amongst themselves that Melanie Willburg had turned into the sweet lady down the street who lived alone with her cats and dogs.  

Having allowed Stuart to buy out her half of the jewelry store, Melanie had gotten her real estate license and using her vast connections of acquaintances in the area, was making a decent living in her new field. 

With no one in her life to handle all the menial chores around the house however, Melanie found it necessary to find a trustworthy person to keep the property looked after.  After a suburban neighbor gave Melanie a business card for Miguel's Landscaping several years earlier, she had been nothing but satisfied with Miguel's employees work.  In fact, on the days when the boys were scheduled to come by and do some work at the house, she made it a point to always keep a pitcher of fresh ice tea or lemonade for them to drink while she was gone. 

* * * * *

Desperate to make all the money he could on the side, Kevin had noticed that several of the large oak trees in Melanie's backyard had grown out of control and needed to be trimmed back away from the house.  Knowing he could do that himself without having to cut Miguel in, Kevin approached Mrs.  Willberg one afternoon when their paths crossed and offered to do the tree trimming.  Seeing how the limbs were encroaching on her roof, Melanie quickly accepted Kevin's offer, especially since he had earned her trust and was going to save her a few dollars. 

One Friday afternoon in early August when Miguel was out of town, Kevin took Miguel's garage key and barrowed some of the companies tools along with Miguel's pick up truck and went to Melanie's to prune the trees.  Knowing Melanie would be at work, Kevin took his time as he one by one sawed down the overhanging limbs until there was a neat pile of freshly cut wood in the corner of Melanie's backyard, right beside where her prized Great Dane named Champ was tied in the shade. 

Wiping away the sweat off his brow as he looked at his wrist watch, Kevin smiled seeing that he had got most of the work done with an hour and a half to spare before Melanie was expected home from work. 

Letting himself in the backdoor that Melanie always kept unlocked when she expected her landscapers to come over so they could have access to a bathroom and get something to drink, Kevin walked inside with all the cocksuredness of a lion strutting into his own den. 

After taking three full swigs from the pitcher of ice tea that Melanie had made that morning, Kevin filled a glass to carry with him as he sauntered through the luxuriously decorated first floor of the divorcee's home. 

Spending his whole life living in either a trailer or a cockroach infested apartment, even someone as cynical as Kevin found himself rubbing his rough fingers gently across the silk and lacy items that adorned Melanie's house.  Taking a seat on the cushy sofa, Kevin flipped on the TV as he sipped at the glass of tea and surfed through the more than 100 channels Melanie got on her dish system. 

For a brief moment, a childhood hue of amazement washed across Kevin's grim face, and just for an instant his jealousy turned to envy. 

It wasn't long however until the inviting presence of the stairway leading to the second floor of Melanie's house caught Kevin's eye.  Looking at his watch and seeing he still had over an hour to goof off before the home's owner was expected back, Kevin quickly lurched up from the sofa and made his way towards the foot of the steps. 

As he made his way upstairs, Kevin felt as if his work boots were walking on clouds as the soft carpet lining the staircase cushioned his trek upwards.  Feeling his heart in his throat, every nerve in Kevin's body sizzled with electric curiosity as he inhaled the flowery fragrance wafting out of the upstairs bathroom. 

Turning the corner at the top of the steps, Kevin smiled like a wolf entering a henhouse as he approached the inviting entrance of Melanie's bedroom. 

Kevin felt as if he was entering a Voyeur's Disneyland as he sized up the older woman's immaculate kept inter sanctum.  Even though he wasn't particularly attracted to the graying and slightly chubby divorcee, Kevin couldn't resist getting a stiff erection from the thought of going through the woman's most private things. 

Looking intently down at the bed, Kevin found himself imaging what the older woman looked like spread out naked across the mattress.  Dropping his right hand down to his growing crotch, Kevin massaged his manhood for several moments, picturing what Melanie might do on that bed late at night while she was alone. 

Walking over to Melanie's nightstand as those lurid visions still danced in his brain, Kevin rubbed his gritty hand across the smooth finish of Melanie's fine oak dresser before wrapping his fingers around the first handle and pulling the contents of the top drawer out gently towards him. 

"Underwear drawer... " Kevin hummed to himself as he allowed his hands to disappear into the cluttered mess of silk, lace and cotton. 

"Everybody's got a secret or two in their underwear drawer," Kevin glibly laughed as he explored the entire drawer twice, to no success other than finding a pair of skimpy panties that appeared as if they hadn't been worn in quite a while.  " I bet they wouldn't even fit her now. "

Moving his aimless search one drawer lower, all Kevin came across was an overflowing pile of winter sweaters and jeans.  While roaming his hands through the middle drawer however, Kevin did find a hidden wad of money that Melanie had been saving for a rainy day.  Figuring the lady of the house wouldn't miss $10 worth of it, Kevin pocketed a portion the petty cash and continued his luridly perverted search.  Deciding to try the bottom drawer, all the sweaty teenager could do was hiss the word, "Nothing", when all he found was a collection of long unworn stuff that dated back to the 60's and 70's. 

Shaking his head in disgust, Kevin put everything back the way he had found it in the dresser and shifted his focus to Melanie's walk in closet on the other side of the room. 

Turning to his left, Kevin briskly made his way for the entrance of the closet when the sound of a vehicle slowing down on the street outside caused him to rush over to one of the bedroom windows. 

Worried that Melanie might be returning home early from work, Kevin anxiously hurried behind the curtain and peeked out the edge of the window to see who was coming.  He initially let out a sigh of relief seeing that it wasn't Melanie's Cadillac easing up to the house.  Instead it was a tan minivan slowing down and preparing to turn into the driveway across the street. 

Peering through the window, Kevin tried to be as nondescript as could be as he waited for whoever was pulling up to get out of their vehicle before he returned to the immoral chore of riffling through Mrs.  Willburg's privacy. 

"Typical suburban soccer Mom," Kevin guessed to himself as the woman behind the wheel slowly stepped out before opening the back door to let her kids out. 

"OH MY FUCKING GOD... SHIT... THAT CAN'T FUCKING BE!!" Kevin groaned out loud when it clicked in his mind's eye who was actually driving the minivan.  "THAT FUCKING BITCH... CAN YOU IMAGINE THAT?"

Leaning his head closer to the window to get as clear a view as possible, Kevin shook his head from side to side and grinded together his teeth recognizing the same woman, Debra Stallings, that had turned him in over a year earlier for dealing dope on school property. 

"Small fuckin' world ain't it?" Kevin breathlessly sighed. 

Staring through the window with hawk-like intensity, Kevin watched as Debra shepherded her three children out of their car seats and led them across the driveway and through the front door of their well-to-do house. 

Forgetting about his carnal search through Melanie's private belongings, Kevin slipped back downstairs and found Melanie's local phonebook.  Quickly thumbing through the book until he came to "S", Kevin found a listing for Debra and Benjamin Stallings for the address right across the street from Melanie Willburg. 

"Well I'll be damned," Kevin shook his head as he finished the glass of ice tea resting on the end table.  

Going through the house once to make sure everything was as he found it, Kevin went back out into the backyard to tie up a few loose ends with the tree cleanup before Melanie returned home, the whole time staring across the street at the house where the woman that caused him to go to juvenile hall resided. 

* * * * *

Right on cue, Kevin had timed his clean up activities to coincide with Melanie Willburg arriving home from work.  Watching as the older woman carefully wheeled her new Cadillac into the driveway, Kevin patiently waited for her to cut the car off and get out. 

"Hi Mrs.  Willburg," Kevin politely called out as he approached her car. 

"Good afternoon Kevin," Melanie replied as she stepped out of the front seat and grabbed her briefcase from the passenger seat. 

Kevin was stunned slightly as he watched the older woman emerge from the car.  Dressed to the hilt in an expensive green and cream colored business suit, Kevin suddenly couldn't take his eyes off the 54 year old lady. 

"Uhh... uhhh... I think I got everything... done...  you wanted Mrs.  Willburg," Kevin stammered as the sound of Melanie's high heels clicked rhythmically on the paved driveway. 

"It looks great," Melanie exclaimed, walking around towards the back of the house to inspect the young man's work.  "Its wonderful Kevin... I can't tell you how much I appreciate you giving up your whole day while Miguel as out of town to do this... I'm glad I caught you before you left too... let me run inside and get my checkbook so you can have your money before the weekend. "

"Sure," Kevin replied proudly, falling in line behind the older woman, unable to keep his eyes off the way her well rounded ass swayed in front of him inside her tight skirt as she led him through her back door and into the kitchen. 

"Did you get any of the tea I left for you?" Melanie asked as she searched her purse for a pen. 

"Sure did," Kevin instantly replied.  "It was delicious. "

Kevin spent the next few minutes making small talk with the 54 year old Grandmother of two as she wrote out his check. 

"How long have you lived here?" Kevin politely asked. 

"Oh God," Melanie laughed," My Husband and I bought this place right after Reagan took office... we knew he would get the economy going so we decided to take the plunge... believe it or not there were only four houses on this street when we moved in... now look at it. "

"Yeah," Kevin quickly interjected, as he sipped at another glass of tea.  "I kind of noticed that fact while I was out there working... I'm curious though... I wanted to ask you... I thought I saw one of my former high school teachers pull into the driveway across the street... that wouldn't be Debra Stallings would it?"

"Ohh... yes... God its a small world isn't it?" Melanie exclaimed as she handed the $200 check to Kevin.  "Her and her husband Ben moved in 8 years ago... right after their first son was born... they are the dearest friends. "

"Uh... huh," Kevin smiled back, trying to keep from laughing from the irony of it all. 

A few moments of silence passed between the two before Melanie spoke up again, pleased to have an audience of anyone willing to listen to her. 

"Oh yes... the Stallings' are fine folks... the whole family goes up to Nantucket for a week or so every year before school starts... I always look after their pets and keep an eye on the house while they're gone. "

"Wow... that's nice, "Kevin sweetly replied, a million possibilities now running through his head as he said his goodbyes to Melanie for the day. 

* * * * *

Over the next couple of weeks, Kevin playfully fixated over the opportunities that lie ahead.  He knew from what Melanie had told him that Debra and her family would be gone to Nantucket sometime in mid August and that Melanie would be care-taking the home. 

Knowing the Stallings' would most likely not just leave a key hidden underneath mat for Melanie to ferret each day, Kevin racked his brain until he vaguely remembered a wooden key hook that hung in Mrs.  Willburg's kitchen. 

"That's it," he smirked to himself. 

His mind working overtime now, Kevin had slipped by Melanie's house late one afternoon and offered to do some indoor painting that she had been hinting that needed to be done, the timing of which would coincide with the week the Stallings would be on vacation. 

* * * * *

Monday, August 13th was a drearily hot and humid day with temperatures forecasted to be in the upper 90's. 

"Good thing I don't have to paint outside today," Kevin told Melanie Willburg as he unloaded the paint supplies off his borrowed truck. 

"You just take your time Kevin," Melanie replied sweetly as she lugged her briefcase and purse towards her car to leave for work. 

Watching the way the older woman drifted across the porch, Kevin couldn't seem to peel his eyes off the way Melanie's tight black and beige business suit clung to her voluptuous, womanly frame. 

"Have a good day Mrs.  Willburg," Kevin told her was he waved goodbye, hoping against hope that the bulge growing underneath his paint smudged pants wasn't obvious. 

After spending a couple of hours getting a good start on two of the rooms Melanie wanted painted in her basement, Kevin retreated upstairs to take a break, satisfied that if he got into more unscrupulous things, it did look like he had actually done some work. 

Kevin killed some time watching tv as he planned out the rest of the day.  Within a half an hour after he had come upstairs to relax, he decided to get on with the real reason why he had made the painting plans for that week. 

Springing up from the sofa, Kevin disappeared into the kitchen and searched for Melanie's key hook.  "Bingo," Kevin beamed out loud, grabbing the large oval key that had Debra and Ben Stallings name written on the back. 

Shoving the key into his pocket, Kevin slipped out the backdoor and gallantly made his way for the house across the street.  Feeling like a thief in the early morning sunshine, Kevin sauntered off the sidewalk and closed in on the Stallings' front yard.  Instinctively keeping his eyes trained on the neighbors' homes to each side, Kevin made sure no one was watching him as he calmly mounted Debra Stallings's front steps and disappeared inside her home. 

From the moment Kevin stepped inside the Stallings' suburban dream house, he felt as if he had entered a strange parallel universe.  With little fear of getting caught, Kevin set out to freely explore the three story dwelling, taking complete liberty in poking, prodding, digging and discovering everything he could inside the middle-aged teacher's home. 

Treating each room as a new adventure, Kevin couldn't help picturing how the petite woman looked as she played house with her husband and three kids.  Examining closely every picture that he passed hanging on a wall or sitting on a table on the first floor, Kevin became a sponge trying to soak up the family's aura before turning his attention upstairs, to the real reason why he came. 

With a confident stride, Kevin scaled the eight steps that led to the Stallings' second floor and promenaded down the hallway, past each of the kids' bedrooms until he arrived at the master bedroom at the end of the carpeted corridor. 

Gazing lazily at the litany of pictures that lined the length of the hallway, Kevin felt as if he was passing through a shrine dedicated to the 15 years of Debra and Ben's marriage. 

Taking a deep breath before he entered the most sacred and private room in any couple's home, Kevin could immediately tell that Debra had cleaned the bedroom before the family had left for Nantucket from the pungent odor of Lemon Pledge that attacked his lungs. 

Walking over to the crisply made bed in the center of the room, Kevin couldn't help but reach down with his hand and press on the mattress until the bedsprings beneath started to squeak, privately wondering what it looked like when Debra and her husband were making love. 

Kevin took his sweet time as he surveyed his surroundings before reaching out and taking a wood-framed photo of Debra into his hand.  Peering intently down into the 38 year old woman's eyes, every bit of anger and frustration he felt for the petite teacher came back to him. 

"You and your big mouth were the reason I had to go through all of that shit," Kevin soberly spat down at the one dimensional image of the woman that he was sure had turned him in to the school's authorities over a year earlier.  "What goes around... comes around," He added cryptically. 

Peeling his gaze back away from Debra solely, Kevin took in the visual image of the 5 member family as a whole, wondering just what secrets lie inside the walls of such and all American marriage. 

Repeating the same process he had began across the street at Melanie's, Kevin pulled himself up from the bed and methodically went about inspecting everything he could find.  Feeling his dick harden with each passing second, by the time he had reached Debra Stalling's clothes drawer, it felt as if a led pipe was vibrating inside of his paint smeared pants. 

Wasting no time, Kevin squeezed his fingers around the knob of top drawer of Debra's dresser and saw all of the married woman's unmentionables come into crystal clear view. 

The stark realization that he was kneading his hands through the underwear drawer of the same woman that had helped bring about the most stressful period of his life filled Kevin with an awkward but stirring sense of power. 

Rolling his fingers through the multitude of Debra Stallings's lacy bras, panties, socks and stockings, Kevin latched his fingertips around an especially shear and sexy pair of red Victoria's Secret panties and raised them to his nose for a quick sniff. 

"Freshly washed," he smiled wickedly, noticing a few wisps of curly brown pubic hair still lodged in the lacy border. 

"UMM... HUMMMM," Kevin moaned, picturing what Debra's vaginal forest looked like. 

Pulling out one of the petite woman's beige bras next, Kevin untangled the intertwined straps and was surprised to see the teacher wore a 34 B.  




The Fruits of Indifference Ch. 3



"Thought they'd be smaller," He hummed to himself.  "Guess nursing those 3 kids made 'em plumper. "

Looking nonchalantly over at Debra's picture on the nightstand as he riffled through her privacy, Kevin couldn't help but laugh out loud as Debra's smiling face peered back. "I bet your out there at Nantucket sitting on the beach right now... Bitch... If you only knew. "

Dropping the bra and panties back into the drawer, Kevin next turned his attention to the Stallings's cluttered walk in closet to see what treasures were hidden inside. 

Pushing open the narrow door, Kevin reached up for the beaded cord that turned on the closet room's light and allowed his vision to steadily adjust.  Almost instantly, Kevin could tell the left side of the closet was reserved for Debra's things and her husband Ben, used the right. 

As the wealth of the two's possessions came into view, Kevin became attracted to the nearly 5 foot long row of Debra's school wardrobe, as dress after dress drooped from a hanger. 

Taking two steps closer, Kevin's eyes latched on to the same dress Debra had been wearing the day he hypnotically followed her up the school's stairs from behind, coming very close to choking her in a fit of rage for her turning him in for selling drugs a year earlier. 

"There it is," Kevin groaned out loud in the cramped room, as he reached for the garment. 

Peeling away the other lifeless dresses that were bordering the one he had fixated on, Kevin fondled the silky cotton material for several moments as he inhaled the fragrance of Debra's perfume that permeated everything there, imaging that his high school's computer teacher was standing before him, in that same dress, completely unaware he was there. 

Clenching the delicate fibers of Debra's dress into each of his tightening fists, Kevin twisted the ass end of the skirt all the way down to his crotch, using the dress like a glove as he purposefully unzipped his pants. 

Massaging the dry cleaned fabric of Debra's dress against his powerful erection, Kevin filled the cluttered closet with the groans of his demented lust.  Masturbating himself with Debra's skirt for nearly 5 minutes as he took in the surroundings, something suddenly caught his eye sitting on Ben Stallings's side of the closet. 

Allowing the now wrinkled material of Debra's garment slip free from his hand, Kevin eased over to his right and bent down to see what was partially hidden by several shoe boxes. 

Peeling back the boxes that concealed what had caught his eye, Kevin suddenly realized the object that had grabbed his attention was a video camera.  

"Hummm," Kevin groaned approvingly. " I bet I could get a nice roll of bills for this thing at the pawn shop. 

Picking his way through the jumbled clutter, Kevin remembered the shelf of homemade video tapes downstairs as he pulled the expensive piece of recording equipment out from its hiding place. 

"Hell... its even got one of those motion sensors on it," Kevin thought out loud.  " I wonder if there's anything in it... Nope... Damn!"

Setting the camera aside for the time being, Kevin resumed his search through the Stallings' junk. 

* * * * *

After nearly a half an hour of fruitless searching, Kevin was on the verge of giving up when he decided to check the most cliché place he could think of, under the bed.  Walking out of the closet and back into the main area of the bedroom, Kevin knelt down and slipped his hands underneath the overhanging covers and tried to pull out everything he could get a hand on. 

Laying out the mysterious bounty in front of him, Kevin assembled dusty boxes of varying shapes in a line at the foot of the bed. 

"Probably just old credit cards receipts and billing statements," Kevin guessed, deciding to open the box that had the least amount of dust on it. 

If it wasn't for the fact that he was solidly grounded to the floor, the brooding teenager would have certainly dropped to a knee from shock when he saw the contents of the box.  Expecting it to be a litany of long forgotten receipts inside, Kevin's heart nearly stopped when saw a case full of sexual paraphernalia that would have made Dennis Rodman blush. 

"HOLY SHIT," Kevin yelled out, looking through the box as if it was a bag of lost bank loot. 

Taking each piece of the Stallings' most intimate secrets out of the case one by one, Kevin looked like a Geologist organizing a crucial dig as he lined up the three dildos, butt plugs, nipple clamps, jellies, handcuffs, phallicly shaped candles, leather straps and blindfolds.  And then in the bottom of the box, the one thing that Kevin had secretly hoped for the whole time in the recesses of his dark mind, Polaroid's of Debra in various stages of undress, doing a multitude of things for her husband on camera with most everything in that box. 

Tilting his gaze upwards for a moment, Kevin had to look at Debra's family portrait sitting on the top of her nightstand to keep reminding himself that the sexual bounty he was exploring belonged to the sweet and innocent looking prudish teacher. 

"She fucks herself with all this stuff," Kevin laughed as he picked up the biggest dildo in Debra's collection, a foot-long veiny purple one that had a battery pack concealed on the inside that caused the girth to vibrate when it was turned on.  Raising it to his nose, Kevin got his first whiff of what the married woman's vaginal secretions smelled like.  

Once all the devices had been mentally catalogued and returned to their hiding place, Kevin slipped a few of the homemade pictures into his back pocket before reaching under the bed to see if he could find anything else before leaving.  When his fingers smacked against something plastic and hard a little further back under the bed, he immediately knew he had touched a videotape. 

"Wonder why they don't have this downstairs with the rest of the family's memories next to the TV," Kevin slyly snickered as he brought out the dusty VHS tape. 

Inspecting it quickly, Kevin didn't see any outward markings to show what might be on it so he decided right there to take it home with him so he could watch it. 

Checking the time, Kevin knew it would probably be best to head back over to Melanie's to get a little more work done.  Considering he still had all week to make more fresh discoveries, Kevin made a final walk through in the bedroom before preparing to exit the Stallings' home. 

Just as he was about to leave the bedroom however, Kevin stopped and cast one last look at the row of adjoining family pictures that lined Debra Stallings's nightstand.  He could feel his dick still throbbing mightily inside his pants and it dawned on him that he never finished his lewd masturbatory act a few minutes earlier, after getting distracted. 

His eyes now burning a hole through Debra's face, as he intensely glared at her glossy photo, Kevin's feet suddenly shifted and he began walking towards the dresser.  Picking up the three year old family portrait that was the centerpiece of the display Kevin held it close to his face trying to imagine that the same woman in the picture, dressed up in her Sunday best, the same on that had led to him going to jail, was also the same one capable of the things depicted in the Polaroid's he had concealed safely in his back pocket. 

Nudging his free hand down to the still opened zipper of his painting pants, Kevin slipped his rigid, blood-filled schlong free once again and started to fondle it as he stared at the teacher's smiling face. 

Pumping the sweaty palm of his left hand up and down his meaty manhood, Kevin lowered the picture towards his groin with his right until his cock looked like a fleshy white switchblade tracing the married woman's tender, feminine features. 

"You slut," Kevin verbally snipped as he imagined the mother of three and active church member playing with all those assorted sex toys under the bed. 

"UMMPPHH... AAHH," the teenager groaned as he fondled himself. 

Shivers of ecstacy whisked up and down Kevin's spine as he sat the 12 by 6 inch picture down flat on the bed so he could keep both hands free.  Reaching behind his back, Kevin re-opened Debra's underwear drawer and quickly snatched out the same pair of skimpy red panties that had caught his eye minutes earlier. 

Rolling the gentle softness between his rough sweaty hands, Kevin knelt up onto the crisply made bed and positoned his crotch directly above the picture of Debra Stallings's smiling face. 

"YESS," The lust filled youth snarled defiantly as he began to stroke his jock, mere inches above the glossy picture of the high school teacher. 

"You nasty little cunt... you go around making everybody think your this wholesome fucking model of purity... just wait till the world gets a load of what you're really all about," he hissed between clenched teeth as he furiously jacked off using Debra's baby soft panties between his hand and his cock. 

His blood now sizzling like scalding grease in his veins, Kevin felt his knees start to buckle and his balls tighten as Debra's gleaming eyes stared back blankly from the picture below. 

"AARRGGHHAAHHHAAAAHHHHH," Kevin belted out savagely as his peehole flared open and wave after wave of sticky ejaculate poured down onto the framed portrait between his legs. 

"UURRGGHH," he continued to grimace, yanking his cock sadistically with Debra's rumpled panties until the entire area of the large picture was dotted with his cum. 

Tilting his head back to suck in two lungfulls of fresh oxygen, Kevin rolled the teacher's lacy panties into a ball and used them like a makeshift tissue to smear his creamy seed into a mayonnaise like glaze over the entire front of Debra's photo. 

Palming his half deflated cock with a demonic sense of pride, Kevin stared down at the desecrated picture and admired his lewd work.  Sneaking a peek back to the empty place on the nightstand where the picture had been sitting, Kevin was tempted to set the now crusting professional portrait back in its regular resting place for the husband and wife to find when they got back from Nantucket. 

As tempting as that idea was however, another more devious and creative one floating in his freshly fucked psyche.  By the time he finally vacated the Stallings' premises 15 minutes later, he had left with several revealing Polaroid's of the lady of the house, a mysterious video, the largest dildo in Debra's collection, the stained picture of the happily married woman and several pieces of lady's jewelry Kevin knew could fetch a little bit of spending money on the street. 

It was lunchtime as Kevin sneaked back across the street to Melanie's house.  As he reentered her spacious back yard, he had to fight the urge to yell at her dog to shut up fearing his barking would stir the attention of neighbors. 

Disappearing back inside the matronly divorcee's house, Kevin had plenty of time to contemplate his next step... 

Thanks for reading... more coming soon... 



The Fruits of Indifference Ch. 4



Taking the money he had made from Melanie Willburg's tree trimming job, Kevin had bought some good weed and a bottle of Wild Turkey and retreated to the apartment of a friend for a good time until the guy's wife arrived home, thus ending the festivities. Gathering up what was left of his booze and stash, Kevin started the mile and a half walk to his Mother's trailer to crash for the night.

By the time he arrived at the trailer park, it was a few minutes after midnight and Kevin was slightly surprised to see the lamp burning in the living room. Knowing his Mom usually went to sleep quite early because her workshift started at 6am, Kevin instantly assumed her friend, Jackie, was still using Pam's residence as a safe haven.

"Shit," Kevin drunkenly spat as he glided across the gravel of the driveway, in no mood to sleep on his Mother's recliner once again.

Reaching out for the knob, Kevin carefully pushed open the door and peered inside. Even though the lamp beside the sofa was burning full blast, there wasn't a sign of life anywhere in the living room.

Drunk and drowsy, Kevin arrogantly swung the front door all the way open and stepped inside, scanning the room for any hint of where Pam or Jackie might be. Off to his right, he could see the light on over top of the stove in the kitchen but there was nothing but silence in that direction. Turning his head to the left, Kevin could see that the bathroom door was all the way open, but dark inside. Taking a few steps forward, Kevin gradually began to hear muffled and distant voices echoing from the end of the trailer's hallway.

The shadowy illumination coming from the lamp in the living room perfectly captured the expression of disgust that crept across Kevin's hardened face. Standing at the entrance of the hall with his hands bitterly clenched together, Kevin was helpless but to hear the all too familiar chorus of moans and giggles that bled out through his Mom's closed bedroom door.

With each step he took disappearing into the abyss of darkness that led to Pam Ralston's bedroom, Kevin's blood boiled from 18 years worth of mental, moral and sometimes physical neglect that she had occasionally heaped upon him. By the time he had completed is trek down the hall, Kevin stood less than a foot in front of the shut door and listened curiously to the two, maybe three incoherent voices that vibrated through the cheap wooden door.

"Jackie's in there too," Kevin cringed incredulously.

Having been through this similar scenario with his Mother too many times to count while growing up, Kevin had promised himself each time that he would never stand for it ever happening again in his presence. Still, as he stood there with his ear tilted towards the closed door, Kevin couldn't find the resolve in his soul to barge in and take out his deep seeded frustrations.

"It's none of your business what she's doing in there," a rational voice inside his head scolded.

"YES IT IS," another louder and much more bitter voice immediately overrode.

Before he could even start mustering the fortitude to make a stand, Kevin suddenly heard a set of feet hit the floor and start walking towards the door he was standing behind.

Not wanting to deal with the awkwardness of being caught standing there, Kevin quickly turned and galloped up the hallway, taking refuge in the kitchen as the man his Mother had brought home left the bedroom to get himself something to drink. 

Suddenly feeling as if he had been dropped into a war zone, Kevin leaned back against the kitchen counter and waited, balling his hands into fists as the sounds of the stranger's footsteps intensified with each step he took.

Bathed in the dim light coming from the stove, Kevin stood like a brooding statue with his eyes trained on the entrance of the kitchen, waiting for his Mother's lover to appear.

When the guy rounded the corner, Kevin immediately fought off the urge to laugh out loud when he saw the loser Pam had picked up at the bar.

"Who...who ...who are you?" the short drunk man blathered, wobbling there in front of Kevin, dressed in nothing but a cum-stained pair of white boxers.

"I'm Jackie's boyfriend," Kevin calmly lied, enjoying the instant glimmer of fear that welled up inside the almost naked man's eyes.

"I...ah...I...ahhh," the scared man stammered, never having met Jackie's boyfriend but having heard horror stories of what an asshole he was.

"Don't worry," Kevin finally answered after a long pause, making the already jittery man stew for as long as possible. "Jackie's a freak ain't she...she was when I met her and she always will be I guess."

An audible, "Phew," escaped the man's mouth and his bodily shivers gradually decreased as Kevin alleviated his fears.

"Tell ya what," Kevin spoke up in a tone reminiscent of a TV game show host. " I'll make you a deal...sounds like you did me a favor tonight by paying for the girls to have a good time while you'll were out and from looking at the stain on your drawers it certainly looks like you showed them a good time since you'll got back here to the trailer...are both those women good fucks...Huh?

"Yeah," the man answered bewilderedly. "Both are great fucks."

"Alright," Kevin politely replied. "Tell you what I'm gonna do...here's $20...why don't you sneak back in there like nothing ever happened and put a blindfold over each of the Bitches' eyes...then get them on their knees so that their tails are facing the bedroom door...get 'em all nice and prepped and when your done...why don't you let me have a little fun with them...huh...that sound cool?"

"Uhhh," the 30ish year old man wearily agreed, his eyes lighting up when Kevin produced a crisp 20 that he had gotten from pawning some of Debra Stalling's stolen jewelry. "Deal!"

Following Kevin's orders to a tee, the drunk man slumped back down the hall having no clue that the insistent and conniving young man that had just given him $20 was actually Pam Ralston's Son.

* * * * *

Kevin waited for several minutes in the kitchen, finishing off his bottle of Wild Turkey as he worked up in his head what he was about to do.

Tilting the bottle all the way up, Kevin drank every last drop of the potent sauce, listening for the stranger to give the go ahead that his curious chore had been completed.

After five minutes had passed, Kevin began to grow impatient and tossed the empty glass bottle into the trashcan on his way down the hall to check on the drunk man's progress. Before he could get halfway down the hall however, the short and disheveled man emerged from the bedroom, walking on his tippytoes with his pants and shoes in hand.

"They're all ready," He whispered to Kevin. "You sure you don't want me to ...you know...stick...around?"

"NO," Kevin intensely glared. "Some things just need to be done in private."

Stepping aside so that the disappointed man could walk by, Kevin followed his path to the front door, laughing slightly from the way the guy tried putting on his pants as he drunkenly stumbled out of the trailer. Waiting for the sound of the door to close behind the staggering stranger, Kevin licked his lips and took a deep breath before finally turning his attention to his Mother's occupied bedroom.

A strange sense of detachment welled up inside Kevin's body as he hesitantly peeked through the opened doorway to see if his orders had been followed. He felt his heart jut upwards into his throat when he saw the way both Jackie and Pam were perched on the bed, bathed only in the flickering candle light that surrounded them, kneeling like two debased sluts with their fleshy asses facing directly at him as he walked through the doorway.

"Damn," Kevin mouthed under his breath, overwhelmed by the potency of what he was seeing.

Stepping carefully into the room, Kevin became transfixed by the way the dim yellowish candlelight seemed to resonate off the sweat and other human secretions that dotted each of the women's waiting bodies. 

Seeing that the guy Jackie and Pam had brought home had successfully blindfolded each of them, Kevin inched closer to the bed trying to fathom the opportunity that clearly awaited him. Checking first to the right and then to the left of each of the women's faces to determine if their vision as completely concealed, Kevin felt an internal storm brewing in his gut as he studied the two shadowy faces of the women he had known all of his life.

"Sluts," he nearly hissed down to each.

Knowing Pam and Jackie thought the guy they had picked up at the bar was the one circling them, Kevin felt a giddy sense of power from the deception he was pulling off. Getting as close as he could, first to Jackie's and then his Mom's face, Kevin couldn't help but stare at the liquid traces of cum dotting both women's mouths, sensing immediately that one or the other had either sucked cum from the stranger's cock or licked it directly out of the other woman's vagina.

Rubbing his rough fingers over Pam's already lipstick smeared lips, Kevin examined the residue and guessed correctly that his Mother had gone down on her best friend and sucked the cum into her own mouth. Standing up slowly, Kevin looked over top of Jackie's rear end and calmly reached down to spread Jackie's asscheeks apart, inspecting her pussy thoroughly and seeing smeared traces of Pam's lipstick between her friend's chubby white thighs.

Even though his dick turned to stone on the spot after seeing that, Kevin had to fight the urge to slap his Mother across her blindfolded face for having the disgusting and unmitigated gall to commit such a lewd act in the same bed she once shared with his Father.

Making a complete 180 around the bed once again, Kevin came to a stop directly behind Pam and Jackie's raised and seemingly begging rear ends.

With a mixture of depraved arousal and raw, sadistic lust, Kevin tried convincing himself that his naked Mother and her best friend were no more than two pieces of sexual meat, cunts that needed to be fucked rather than the woman who had given him birth to him and her lifelong confidante.

Reaching out with his left hand, Kevin firmly rubbed his fingers across Jackie's exposed pussy, causing her entire pubic region to shudder from the unexpected and unforgiving touch.

Teasing her for several moments, Kevin finally extended his middle finger forward and plunged it deep inside the gasping woman's cumfilled snatch.

"OOOHHHAAAHHOOHHAAHH," the blindfolded brunette moaned out, grinding backwards against Kevin's fuckfinger until her creamy asscheeks bounced loudly against his muscular arm.

Feeling his Mother's friend's pussy choking his finger, Kevin cruelly jabbed his wrist forward until his fingertip smashed violently into Jackie's quivering G-Spot.

"YYYYEESSSS," Jackie screeched out loud. "GODDDAAAMMMIITTT...FUCK ME AGAIN...DAMMIITTT!"

Pulling his hand out of Jackie's womb with a cruel jerk, Kevin laughed watching and listening to the way his Mom's friend begged for him to stick it back inside her, just like a downtrodden addict begging for another fix.

Kevin gazed down at his slimy left hand and brushed it up against Jackie's flowering vaginal lips several times before pushing his index, middle and ring fingers all the way into the splayed woman's oozing sex.

"JESUSFUCKTHANKYOU!!" Jackie hissed, this time ramming her entire groin backwards against Kevin until he was, for all intents and purposes, fisting the woman's expanded cunt.

As his left hand burrowed further and further up inside Jackie's privates, Kevin couldn't help looking down at his bone dry right hand and the specter of Pam Ralston's ass begging for attention right in front of it.

Licking his lips as he stared at his Mother's exposed and fuming sex, Kevin cockily flexed his fingers as he raised them slowly towards their inevitable target, preparing to cross the most sacred line between a Mother and Son.

The strangest and most twisted sense of sexual power percolated through Kevin as he measured his Mother's grinding asscheeks, wondering inwardly what must have been going through her mind, not having a clue it was her very own Son that was preparing to violate her from behind.

Twirling his tingling fingers, Kevin hesitantly eased them closer to the glistening and hairy slit in front of him, clearly feeling the heat of Pam Ralston's wanton lust caress the flesh of his hand with each inch closer it got.

Checking each of the women's blindfold one last time, Kevin raised his arm at just the right angle so that his fingertips would collide with his Mother's moist vulva.

"Yessss," Pam cooed out approvingly. 

"Ohhhh...yeahhhh...fuck that pussy just like you did Jackie's earlier... then make her lick the cum right out of me like you made me do to her, Tommy," Pam continued to whisper, thinking it was the guy that had brought her and Jackie home from the bar touching her pussy.

The two women writhing on the bed shared a brief snicker of demented approval as Kevin manipulated them both. Reaching out with her right hand, Jackie lustfully wrapped her fingers around Pam's left arm in a silent show of support for what each was about to go through.

"Your gonna love his cock inside of you, Pam...the sonofabitch can fuck like a horse," Jackie spat out luridly, having no idea the utter and sick irony of her statement.

Hearing Jackie's surreal words echo through the room, Kevin simply shook his head defiantly and flexed his index and middle fingers straight out, watching with awe as each disappeared between his Mom's chubby alabaster asscheeks until they were soaking wet with Pam's slippery vaginal secretions.

"GAWDDDDFUCK!!," Pam grimaced out, working her hips backwards like a paint mixer, until her Son's fingers were tickling the deepest walls of her molten cervix.

"Just like any pussy I've ever done this to," Kevin tried telling himself reassured, knowing deep down inside this was going to be unlike anything he had ever done or would ever do again.

Working his grip deeper and deeper into Pam's burning quim, Kevin arched his thumb upwards at a 90 degree angle and played with his Mother's shimmering anus as she helplessly fucked her pussy against his embedded fingers.

"Both of them...SHIT!" Kevin gleamed to himself, unable to fathom the reality of having both his hands shoved deep inside the two women's pussies at the same time, like a wicked puppetmaster sparking Pam and Jackie's each and every breath and movement.

Allowing his Mother's cunt to freely massage his pistoning fingers, Kevin twisted his wrist every so often until he was able to completely sink his thumb into Pam's inviting asshole, all the way to the quick of his nail. After spending his entire life trying to figure out a way to get the attention and affection of his Mother, Kevin experienced an eerie sense of clarity watching the way her whole body and mind reacted to his desires with each probing thrust he made into her ass and vagina.

Rhythmically alternating his forceful manipulations inside each of the women's backside, Kevin felt his own erection become so painful inside his pants that he could no longer ignore it. Flexing the muscles in each arm, Kevin withdrew both his hands from the two greasy snatches with a loud messy splat. Unable to resist the urge to lift his 10 fingers up to his nose, Kevin allowed the two women's sexual fragrances to mingle for several moments inside his head.

His spine tingling from the lewd potency of what he was experiencing, Kevin took a couple of steps back and began undressing, without taking his eyes of the prize of each woman's glistening and flared slits.

Kevin couldn't help but recognize the unavoidable truth that his Mom and Jackie looked just like two bitches in heat, waiting to be serviced as they knelt on the bed in front of him. Stepping out of his pants, Kevin immediately took his throbbing cock into his right hand and stroked it as he walked back to the edge of the mattress. Reaching out with his left hand, Kevin kneaded his fingers into the flesh of both women's behind until he felt as if he had a molten hot steel 8 inch rivet in his right hand. Looking over Jackie and Pam's swaying shoulders, Kevin desperately wanted to rub his cock across each of their faces before he actually fucked them.

Letting his cock go, Kevin's swollen appendage jumped crazily through the air as he tried to get as close as possible to the sluts' mouths. Digging his fingers first into Jackie's curly, sweat matted hair, Kevin closed his hand into a fist and pulled Jackie's blindfolded face flush against his crotch.

"MMMMPPHH," Kevin gasped, as soon as his sensitive cock slapped against the woman's flushed cheek. 

Reaching down with his free hand, Kevin pried Jackie's lips apart and thrust his pelvis forward until his virile manhood torpedoed between the woman's hungry mouth.

Savoring the sight of his Mom's best friend giving him a furious blowjob, Kevin couldn't help sneaking a peek at Pam to his left and the droplets of shiny saliva that dotted her outer lips from her expectation of getting to suck his cock next.

Jackie's mouth felt as if it was trying to digest Kevin's meat directly down her throat as she brazenly wallowed in her sexually wanton act. Feeling Jackie's lips create a violent suction several inches above the base of his cock, Kevin wrenched his hips forward, slamming his dick into the older woman's gullet until her only option left was the breathe through her snorting nostrils. 

"Suck it, Bitch," Kevin hissed under his breath, alternating his gaze between Jackie's contorting face and his Mom beside her, impatiently waiting her turn.

Kevin kept his cock lodged inside Jackie's mouth for several minutes, allowing her to take as much of his manhood down her throat as she could manage until he felt his balls start to strain from a potential orgasm. Wanting to save his initial moneyshot for a few more minutes, Kevin pulled his saliva smeared flesh free from Jackie's gaping mouth and left it hanging directly in front of her until she arched out her pink tongue and planted a soulful and loving french kiss directly on his flared peehole.

Pulling his knotted fingers out of Jackie's twisted hair, Kevin eyes drifted to his left, where his pathetic Mother was perched, waiting to take her turn at the dick of the man she thought she had met earlier that night at the bar.

"This should be different," Kevin sighed to himself, in the understatement of a lifetime, as he lugged his spittle covered cock from where Jackie was kneeling, over to Pam's drooling mouth.

* * * * *

Even though she was stoned drunk and experiencing a weird sense of vertigo from being on her knees and blindfolded for so long, Pam Ralston could clearly recognize the scent that wafted towards her. It was the unmistakable smell of a virile and aroused cock swinging mightily side to side, right in front of her face. Feeling her stomach churn with lustful and desperate hunger, Pam's mouth briskly swung open when she felt the hint of his manhood graze across her quivering lips.

"GOD...I NEED THAT DICK!" Pam shamelessly blurted out, thinking the whole time it was the man she had brought home from the bar preparing to shove his manhood down her throat.

Opening her mouth as wide as she could, Pam felt an internal wave of shock sweep through her, surprised by just how big the cock seemed as it slipped across her tongue.

"It didn't seem this big when he was fucking Jackie with it," Pam thought to herself as she closed her smeared lips around the invading behemoth.

Feeling the force of Kevin's pelvic thrusts crash against her chin, Pam found herself so aroused by the man's sheer depravity and abandon that she made a promise to herself to completely deepthroat the man's prick.

"MMMPPHH," Pam grunted out through her fiery nostrils, loving the way the cock in her mouth jumped and throbbed each time she swallowed, allowing it to slip further down her throat.




The Fruits of Indifference Ch. 4



By the time she had gotten Kevin's cock so far into her mouth that his pubic hairs were tickling her nose, Pam savagely clenched her lips together as hard as she could and spewed out a guttural moan of satisfaction and accomplishment. A moan of success that she had, in fact, unwittingly deepthroated her very own Son. 

* * * * *

Unable to quite fathom what was happening below, Kevin's knees trembled as his blindfolded Mother roughly tried to swallow his dick down her throat, totally unaware that it was her 18 year old Son grinding his pelvis directly in front of her face. Having spent so much energy while growing up trying to win his Mother's attention and affection, the twisted irony of the attention and affection she has unknowingly heaping on him now was not lost on Kevin.

Reaching down with both his shaky hands, Kevin gently dug his fingers into the back of Pam's head as it lewdly bobbed up and down against his crotch. Feeling the level of desperate want in his Mom's heated blowjob, Kevin nearly shot his wad down her gullet as he teetered beside the bed.

Instinctively reaching down with his right hand, Kevin cinched it around the base of his cock to keep it from spewing right then and there, wanting to save his initial orgasm from a much darker and tighter place. Pulling his greasy girth free from Pam's lips with a sloopy tug, the blood began boiling in Kevin's sexual psyche when he heard and saw the way his Mother begged for him to put the cock back in her mouth.

"God damn that tastes good...please give it back to me...I want you to cum in my mouth...please...I need it fuckin' bad," Pam implored.

Looking down at the now lust driven shell of a woman begging haplessly on the bed, Kevin swung his cock back and forth in front of her blindfolded face like a meaty pendulum, feeling a mixture of sickened but justified joy in the way Pam's head seemed to follow it every time it passed by her nose and lips, knowing that nothing in his life would ever be quite the same after he finished with what he had planned for the rest of the night.

"I want it...FUCK...I want it," She cooed as her Son wondrously shook his head above.

Bending his right knee down to the floor, Kevin positioned his face directly in front of his Mom's, sizing up her weathered features. Leaning in, Kevin proceeded to kiss his Mother for the first time in over 5 years. The instant his lips met hers however, Kevin knew it was going to be unlike any kiss he had ever shared with her. Before he could even brace himself, Pam's moist lips pressed back with frightening intensity, ravaging Kevin's mouth as if it possessed some lifeblood that she desperately needed.

Returning his Mother's frantic oral embrace with equal abandon, Kevin broke off the strange kiss after 30 seconds and stood back up.

"I'm gonna fuck you straight up the ass," Kevin snarled down through gritted teeth, in a gruff voice that both women in the room would only recognize as a devious, sexually bent man, not the 18 year old Son of the bed's owner.

"OH...GOD...FUCK ME PLEASE...JUST STICK SOMETHING IN ME BEFORE I DIE...MY WHOLE FUCKING BODY IS ON FIRE...FUCKIN' PUT IT OUT!!" Pam whimpered back as Kevin cockily stuttered to the other side of the bed so he could position himself behind his Mother's beckoning rear end.

"What about me?" Jackie blurted out.

"Don't worry about anything Jackie...I'll take care of you just the same way you did me a while ago," Pam slyly replied, bringing another jolt of sick arousal to Kevin's libido.

Perched in the ultimate pose of male dominance, Kevin stood nakedly above the two kneeling women, roughly palming his completely rigid cock. Listening intently to the two women's moaning chorus of lust below, Kevin stepped to the edge of the bed and took the base of his throbbing stalk into his vicelike grip, swinging it up to the landing strip of Pam Ralston's exposed crotch.

Raising his left hand up to the crack of his Mother's ass, Kevin pressed the tip of his index finger against her marble sized anus, pressing on it as if it were a magic button until the older woman's knees started to shiver and she cried out.

"GODDAAMMIITTT...YYYEEZZZZZ," Pam yelped out as she furtively reached her left hand out towards Jackie and clenched her tiny fist around her friend's arm for support as he asshole was forced open.

Feeling his Mother's leaking vaginal juices coating his fingers like warm soup, Kevin calmly worked his first finger in and out of Pam's squeaky tight rectum over and over until his Mom's grinding ass worked backwards rhythmically against his wrist.

"Alright...," Kevin gulped as he lifted his right knee up onto the bed beside his Mother's naked frame. "Here goes nothing."

Dropping his golfball sized cockhead directly between the naked crevice of his Mother's asscrack, Kevin crudely rolled it up and down Pam's exposed sex until his buzzing genitals were glistening with her sweaty sheen.

Making sure to give Jackie an occasional poke or slap to keep her occupied, Kevin used his right hand to position his throbbing manhood at the doorstep of his Mother's begging asshole.

There was an eerie calm coursing through Kevin's being as he prepared to anally penetrate the woman who had given birth to him. That calm and silence was shattered the instant Kevin's schlong stabbed between Pam's snug anal walls, causing her whole body to buck wildly off the bed as she grinding her searing ass back against him. From the moment his cockhead disappeared inside Pam's tail, he knew there would be no way to carry out his sick chore without some lubrication first.

"OOOHHHGAAWWDDD...YOUR SPLITTING ME OPEN," Pam cried out loudly..."HURRY UP AND GET IT IN ME...I'VE NEVER HAD ANYTHING THAT BIG IN MY ASS...SSSHHIIITTTT!"

"FUCK IT BITCH," Kevin groaned to himself, feeling as if a nuclear reactor's worth of rancid vengeance had been unleashed inside his pulsing body. 

In that moment, Kevin had gone from being an 18 year burden to Pam Ralston to the man that had her splayed on her knees, sprawled over and begging for him to rip her asshole wide open.

The raw sensation of flesh slamming against flesh caused both Mother and Son to squirm and shriek as Kevin pounded out a furious rhythm. Feeling the friction from the dry walls of Pam's rectum burning his cock, Kevin decided it was time to slip his dick out of her behind for the moment and find some way to lubricate it properly.

Fixing his eyes on the sloppy and steaming target of his Mother's vagina, Kevin aimed his cock slightly downward and without hesitation, dipped it into Pam's flowering honeypot until three quarters of his virile length was wrapped in his Mother's shiny lust.

Kevin had to fight off the nearly irresistible temptation to keep his cock buried inside Pam's choking warmth until he came, deciding it would serve a better purpose to see his massive orgasm leaking out of his Mother's asshole after the many times she had made him kiss it over the years.

Watching the way Pam's entire body winced in disappointment when he pulled his completely lubricated cock free, Kevin slammed his girth down on her asscrack like a gavel several times until Pam's Ralston's ass bucked up franticly towards him.

"Fuck mmmmeeeeee," She squealed out helplessly, desperate for the release the man behind her was preparing to give her.

Giving Jackie, to his left, another series of rough spanks before he turned his full attention to his Mother's scorching tail, Kevin clamped his fingers around the base of his greasy cock once again and aimed it for pay dirt.

Sticking his thumb into Pam's anus to further widen the opening he had already created, Kevin snuck his spongy cockhead directly behind it and without a breath of hesitation, rammed his seething pole into his Mother's rectum.

Kevin pressed his knees down harshly into the mattress below as he wrapped both his hands roughly around Pam's shivering waist.

"Take...it...all...Bitch," Kevin silently sneered down, watching as inch after inch of his virility disappeared like a penetrating spear into his Mother's tightest orifice.

"God damn it ...hurry up and cum before you kill me...aaahh...aaahhh...aaahhhhshit," Pam sighed as she pressed her forehead into the bed sheets and braced herself for the ordeal she knew was coming.

Watching as Pam dug her fingers deeper into Jackie's arm, sharing a spontaneous embrace of support with the woman who had already been fucked, Kevin speeded up his brutal pounding until his Mom's voice ricocheted loudly through the aluminum trailer.

"Oh God Yes...Oh...GOD ...YES...OOOHHH...GGGAAWWDD...YYYEESSSS, "Pam yelped helplessly, unable to maintain any semblence of deceny as her Son tore her asshole wide open.

Looking down at Jackie grinding her body off to the left, Kevin could tell she getting more and more aroused listening to the way he was making Pam scream from his savage anal assault.

"Let's see just how turned on you really are Jackie, you filthy Slut," Kevin sighed to himself. "Let's see just how fucking twisted you really are?"

Ramming his cock harder and harder into Pam's jiggling rear end, Kevin decided he would test the depths of his Mother's best friend's loyalty.

* * * * *

Pushing Pam to the point that her screams of painful pleasure were nearly nonstop, Kevin unexpectedly pulled back and allowed his Mom to exhaustedly wallow on her knees in front of him.

With Pam writhing weakly in front of his crotch, Kevin reached to his left and grabbed a startled Jackie by the waist.

"Turn over," Kevin groaned through gritted teeth, forcing his Mother's blindfolded best friend onto her back. 

Seeing that the blindfold was still tightly covering Jackie's sweat-stained face, Kevin reached down between Jackie's parted legs and roughly spread Jackie's hair rimmed vaginal lips apart.

Jackie grinded on the mattress like a fish out of water as Kevin fondled her already fucked genitals, trying her best to spread her thighs as far apart as possible, hoping he would take a turn fucking her.

Giving Pam's ass an occasional slam forward, just to let her know he still had possession of her ass as he fingered Jackie's cumsoaked slit, all Kevin could do was wonder to himself what Jackie's reaction would be when he ripped off her blindfold to let her see who was really causing her and Pam's all that sexual angst. The whole time, Kevin continued to roll Jackie's huge erect clit between his fingers until he was sure she was too far gone to stop herself when he finally did decide to allow her to see again.

Kevin gave his Mom a few more deep anal stabs before bending over and wantonly biting her on her left ear.

"UUHHOOAAHH," Pam gasped out, turning to jello underneath her Son as he reached between her chest and the bed sheets and squeezed each of her sagging tits in his rough hands. "OHHGGAAWWDYYESSSSS... FUUCKKKMMMEEE... TAAAKKEEEMMMEEEE," Pam belted out as her Son manhandled her from every possible angle.

"Ha...ha...ha," Kevin stoically laughed as he leaned back and surveyed the landscape below, committing the vivid scene to memory before he ripped Jackie's blindfold off.

Keeping his cock tightly wedged inside Pam's clenching anus, Kevin twisted his sweaty body to his left until his hand was close enough to grab the dark piece of silk that concealed the older woman's unsuspecting eyes.

With a flip of his index finger and thumb, Kevin lifted Jackie's crude veil and watched with macabre curiosity as the woman's eyes slowly adjusted to the flickering candle light dancing about the room.

Time seemed to stand still for Kevin as he knelt there with his dick shoved inside his Mom's ass, watching Jackie's face slowly turn from confusion, to astonishment, to outright horror and shock. Kevin simply smiled back at Jackie's disbelieving face as he slowly wrenched hips hips back and forth, keeping up his prick's wicked friction inside Pam's anal tunnel. An eerie, almost infinite silence permeated the room as Kevin glared down at Jackie, waiting for her to make the first move.

Just as Jackie seemed on the verge of opening her lips to say something however, Kevin's eyebrows narrowed into a glaring arch, burning a hole into her drunken and unstable psyche. Fear and confusion caused Jackie's lips to immediately seal shut as she leaned back against the mattress, totally blown away from seeing Kevin's naked body above her, sadistically working his fully aroused cock in and out of his own Mother's ass.

With his new captive audience sprawled out below, Kevin returned his attention to Pam, prying her anus apart even further with his burrowing thumbs until his Mother's straining brown eye was opened horribly by the savage manhood she had once given birth to.

"You...can't," Jackie soberly mouthed as the sound of flesh smacking against flesh resonated around her.

"The fuck I can't," Kevin's gaze seemed to reply as his cock steadily disappeared between his Mother's white asscheeks.

Kevin watched Jackie closely as she sat there on the cluttered bed, transfixed by the show of perversity unfolding before her. He could see in Jackie's flared brown eyes that she wanted desperately to reach and out grab Pam to warn her what was happening behind her, but Kevin could also clearly sense Jackie knew it would be too graphic and overwhelming for her best friend to take. Instead, Jackie just sat there in stunned silence watching, as her own pussy flowered gloriously between her chubby white thighs.

Dropping his left hand off of Pam's trembling behind, Kevin leaned forward once again, forcing even more of his vicious girth into his Mother's tail as he reached for Jackie's exposed crotch. Watching Jackie's eyes fill with paralysing fear, Kevin visually measured the drunk and weary slut, waiting for her to do something that would deter his advances. Seeing how big Jackie's eyeballs got in their sockets the instant his fingers nudged the outer lips of her scorching vagina, Kevin knew deep down that his Mother's friend was there for the taking as well.

With one hand on his Mom's huge rear end and the other rolling through Jackie's steaming pussy, Kevin felt his balls start to throb with heated excitement when Jackie voluntarily spread her thighs apart to give him unhindered access to her gleaming fruit of womanhood...

Part 5 coming soon



The Fruits of Indifference Ch. 5



"MMMM... YYYEEAAHHH," Jackie moaned out bitterly, showing clear shame in herself for becoming so aroused by such a vile and despicable display. 

Rolling his hand repeatedly over top of Jackie's protruding clit, Kevin proceeded to lower his right hand off his Mother's rear end and snuck it between her shaky legs, corkscrewing his wrist until he was pinching Pam's clitoris as well. Simultaneously massaging each woman's' sexual organs with rough, duel precision, Kevin continued to slam his cock into Pam's asshole with demonic force, until she had been reduced to nothing but a quivering ball of mush in front of him. 

Keeping his intense gaze locked on Jackie's facial expression the whole time, Kevin could see the telltale signs of surrender in the older woman's eyes as she blankly helped him masturbate her pussy. Sensing that if he took his hand away, Jackie would replace it with her own, Kevin jerked his sticky fingers away from her cunt and smiled when Jackie's rotating hand fell into place. Returning his greasy left hand back to Pam's ass to steady her for the final onslaught, Kevin couldn't help but fill with sick lurid glee watching how Jackie's skewered herself while her best friend was less than a foot away, getting anally assaulted by her one and only Son. 

Sensing for the first time Jackie's complete depths of perversity and lack of self control, Kevin returned his full attention to his Mother's ass and began pounding her with renewed vigor. 

"AAAHHH... AAAHHHRRGGHH... AAAAHHH," Pam wailed out, filling the cramped living space with her nonstop drones of mingled pleasure and pain, unaware that her best friend was to her left, frigging her own pussy with inexplicable fury at the sight of Pam's ruthless Son above, showing his Mother absolutely no mercy. 

"Like what you see?" Kevin's expression seemed to ask and he brazenly shot a glance over to Jackie, to which her only reply was to rub her raw and reddened vaginal area faster and faster. 

His thrusting pelvis now on autopilot, Kevin continuously drilled his burning cock in and out of Pam's crumpling ass as her best friend Jackie laid beside her, legs outstretched, using her fingers like chainsaw teeth on her own vagina as she watched the sexually decrepit scene near its climax. 

Sensing Jackie was on the verge of cumming, Kevin knew the dominos in his demented plan were about to start falling. Mesmerized by the blistering pace Jackie kept as she snaked her fingers in and out of her sizzling cunt, Kevin began to feel his own balls start to boil with cum as well, as they smacked repeatedly against his Mother's sloppy and seething pussy. 

"I'm gonna make that Bitch make herself cum from watching all this... and you know what... I'm gonna make this Slut that I'm drilling up the ass cum too," Kevin snarled internally, barely acknowledging the reality of who he was actually fucking. 

Lifting his knees angrily off the bed with each forward thrust he made into his Mother, Kevin could feel Pam's body start to buckle as she went limp between his arms. Knowing he was about to cum himself, and clearly sensing Jackie's cunt cut let loose at any moment, Kevin inched his right hand even deeper between Pam's parted legs and rapidly began stabbing his index and middle fingers straight into the spent woman's pea-sized clitoris. 

"OHHH... SSSHHIITT... YYYEESSSSSS," Pam screamed out as if the flaming hand of Satan had just caressed her sparkling vagina. 

"GGGAAWWDDDDDDDAAAMMMMMM," She continued to cry out, flailing her feet helplessly up and down against the mattress as if she were being electricuted by her 18 year old disenfranchised Son, who was brutally impaling his cock inside Pam's tight and choking anus. 

Hearing the shrill sounds of pitiful release bursting from Pam's lungs, Jackie suddenly felt a paralyzing power overtake her body, causing her head to ricochet back as if she had been shot. 

"UUMM... UUMMM... AAAHHH... AAAHHH... MMMMMFFFFUUUUCCCCCCCCKK... I... CAN'T... SSTTTOOOPPPPPPP," Jackie blurted out, her whole voluptuous body grinding in the bedsheets as if acid had been poured on her from head to toe. 

"Cumming Bitch?" Kevin hissed down to Jackie as the woman's brown eyes rolled completely back in her head. 

"... Yesssssss," Jackie blathered in shame, her back arching so far off the mattress that her heaving titties bounced straight down against her contorting face. 

With his Mom writhing in orgasm on her knees in front of him at the same time her friend Jackie was flopping like a naked fish out of water to the left, Kevin could no longer contain his ultimate release, bracing himself as his virile and sadistic lust spit like creamy white meteors from his bloated cock. 

Wave after wave of his potent teenage seed coated Pam's anal cavity with cataclysmic force as bucked recklessly forward, driving Pam's body so hard that all she could do was collapse face first into the mattress below. 

"FFFUUCCKKKYYEEAAHHHH," Kevin growled with sheer vengeance as his weight dropped directly on Pam's shivering back, driving what little bit of his cock that wasn't already buried inside his Mother's rectum all the way in as he fell. 

Keeping his throbbing missile buried inside of Pam's behind, Kevin grinded and stirred all the expelled cum inside of his Mom's rectum until he could see it bubble wetly to the surface of her gaping anus. 

Placing his ear between Pam's quivering shoulder blades, Kevin could hear his Mother's heart throb inside her chest as her lungs desperately sucked out for fresh oxygen. Planting his hands and feet to each of the four sides of Pam's prone body, Kevin kept his entire weight firmly clamped down on top of her limp body, spearing her midriff to the mattress below with his still embedded and erect cock. 

Desperate to savor the exquisite moment of revenge and release for as long as he could, eventually Kevin pressed his knees into the bed and lifted his body off of his nearly catatonic Mother. Looking down as their bodies came unglued, Kevin watched with amazement as his sloppy manhood slipped free from Pam's ass with an ever increasing sound of greasy suction. Placing his hand around the base of his prick, Kevin pulled his cockhead free with a loud splat and together with Jackie, who had lifted her weight up on her arm to get a closer look as well, stared in awe at the gaping and cum strewn black hole that served as Pam's asshole, and the way it seemed to disappear down like an uncharted cavern between her bruised and battered white asscheeks. 

Leaning back on his knees, Kevin reached up and wiped the sweat off his brow as he alternated his gaze between Jackie and Pam below. Feeling his slowly deflating and slimy cock steadily shrink back up the length of his thigh, Kevin could tell his rabid sexual adrenaline was starting to subside. 

Finally allowing his wandering gaze to lock onto Jackie's desolate brown eyes, Kevin could see that she was in the same state of confused shock as he was. Sensing correctly he still had complete control over everyone in the room, Kevin inherently realized he had come to a surreal fork in the road in determining what to do next. 

Looking down at his limp, cum-saturated penis dangling in his lap, something deep inside of Kevin told him he wasn't quite through yet. Reaching his right hand down towards his Mother's naked behind, Kevin heard the air rush of Jackie's body when she saw that he was making yet another move on her spent best friend. 

"Hasn't she already been through enough?" Jackie's quizzical stare seemed to imply as Kevin roughly began to massage Pam Ralston's rounded ass. 

Feeling the soft sticky skin of his Mother's ravaged bottom sizzle on his fingertips, Kevin could feel his embryonic lust start to boil in his belly once again. Grazing his right thumb across Pam's still gaping asshole, Kevin could clearly feel the heat still resonating from deep within Pam's insides as he continued to roll and knead her hips with his fingers. 

Without warning, Kevin inexplicably raised his right hand several feet up into the air and with cruel heated precision, dropped his opened palm straight down on the fattest part of Pam Ralston's behind. 

"OOUUUCCHHHAAA," Pam gasped out, her entire body squirming on the mattress from the unexpected blow. 

With an Executioner's indifference, Kevin raised his hand once again and held it above Pam's rear end for several moments, making sure to look up and take in Jackie's awestruck expression before he brought his hand down again. 

"WHAP," filled the room as Kevin swung his opened hand straight down again, bringing another loud bellow of pain from Pam's frayed vocal chords. 

"Stop it," Jackie mouthed, unable to fathom the ironic indecency of seeing a Son giving his own naked Mother a spanking, just seconds after savagely fucking her up the ass. 

Again, "WHAP... and... WHAP... and another... WHAP" echoed noisily through the bedroom as Pam's huge hips turned several shades of red from her Son's unforgiving assault. 

Pam's legs were now clawing at the unmade bed below, making her look as if she were a mountain climber desperately trying to scale the face of a sheer, collapsing cliff. 

Eighteen years worth of abuse and apathetic indifference from his Mother all came rushing back to Kevin as he knelt above Pam's stripped body, in the ultimate pose of male dominance and conquest, taking sick pride in knowing she still didn't have a clue who was actually responsible for putting her through the whole ordeal as she laid there blindfolded, taking her violent spanking like a misbehaved four year old child. 

Seeing his Mother's backside turn the same tint as a freshly picked strawberry, Kevin smoothly grazed his hand across the surface of Pam's ass and squeezed his fingers together around her still gaping rectum. Pinching the sides of her jism-stained brown-eye together, Kevin and Jackie sat in stunned disbelief at the amount of fluid that continued to ooze to the surface. 

Pulling his right hand away from Pam's tortured rear end, Kevin lifted it straight up into the air and guided it towards Jackie's transfixed face. 

"Lick it off," Kevin whispered sternly. 

Like a child scared to take her medicine, Jackie initially tensed and sealed her mouth shut. Sensing the older woman's uneasiness, Kevin simply stared at her intently for several moments before pressing his finger all the way forward until it's slimy length was rubbing across Jackie's partially chapped lips. 

Scrubbing the accumulated sweat and cum on his finger like lip balm into the top and bottom of Jackie's mouth, Kevin waited patiently until the older woman's pink tongue snuck free from her mouth and tasted the pungent, salty mixture lining her face. 

Seeing the opening, Kevin braced his arm an instant before ramming the entire smeared girth of his index finger between Jackie's now greasy lips, just like a cock that needed to be sucked. 

Almost instantly, Kevin could see the tendons and muscles around Jackie's mouth constrict around the cumsoaked invader, until she was rolling it around her mouth and trying to swallow it down her throat. 

"You like the taste of it, Bitch... huh," Kevin spat down to Jackie before casting an inviting gaze over to his Mother's ass. "I know where you can find a whole lot more of it!"

* * * * *

An initial expression of bewilderment swept across Jackie's face as Kevin's subtle insinuation sunk in. Slowly however, the disgustingly lewd thing the 18 year old boy was hinting at registered in Jackie's blitzed head. 

Seeing Kevin's gaze alternating between her own eyes and the bubbling target of Pam's asshole, a cold sense of certainty rolled through Jackie's muscle fibers as she finally grasped completely what he was suggesting. 

With traces of Kevin's ejaculate already teasing her tastebuds, Jackie couldn't ignore the growing burn in her belly as she contemplated the gravity of Kevin's offer. 

"You can't do that?" a scared voice inside of Jackie's head whimpered as her eyes fixated on the gaping entrance of her best friend's plowed rectum. 

Taking a deep breath in an attempt to clear her tortured mind, the raw and pungent odor of sex that permeated the room immediately filled Jackie's lungs as Kevin's pensive stare continued to roast her in her own lurid juices. 

"I can't stop myself," another voice overrode, in a desperate tone of exhausted surrender an instant before her face began drifting towards the two rounded white mounds of Pam Ralston's fat ass. 

"Alright," Kevin hissed silently down, watching as Jackie's curly brown hair descended down towards his Mother's naked behind, inching her mouth closer to the oozing anal cumpot that he had ordered her to drink from. 

"Lick... it... all... out," Kevin leaned down and whispered into Jackie's ringing ear, before taking a few steps back himself, to watch the vile act unfold. 

In the otherwise silent room, the wet splashing sounds of Jackie's tongue diving into Pam's jism filled behind clearly resonated in Kevin's head as he stood there beside the bed. Taking a few steps to his left for a better look, Kevin leaned in with morbid fascination and got a front row seat as Jackie flexed her tongue out tenderly, dipping it in and out of Pam's gaping hole like a kitten attempting to lap milk out of a bowl. 

With a gleam of obscene fascination, Kevin's eyes widened as drop after glistening drop of his recently deposited seed was transferred from his Mother's ripped open ass into her best friend's hungry mouth. Kevin could see goosebumps rise from the back of Pam's neck all the way down her spine and legs as she shivered uncontrollably from the wonderful sensations of Jackie's tongue gently wedged inside of her rear, tenderly swabbing out the evidence of Kevin's debauchery. 

"God... dammmnnnn... that feels good," Pam mewed, her voice barely audible after such a rough and sexually exhausting night. 

Feeling a familiar tightening in his groin, Kevin instinctively reached down and cupped his balls in his hand as he eagerly followed each of Jackie's oral movements on his Mother's behind. Quickly slipping over to the other side of the bed, Kevin could feel his cumstained cock fill with blood as its increasing weight caused it to bob luridly in front of him. 

Taking a few steps closer to the edge of the bed, right up to where his Mother was nakedly grinding like a drunk and disabled snake, Kevin clutched the base of his manhood in his palm and swung it mightily through the air as Jackie continued with her unspeakable cleanup below. 

Casting another quick glance at Jackie's mouth and nose buried inside of Pam's wide rear end, Kevin bent his knees and squatted down right in front of his Mother's blindfolded face. 

Seeing the way Pam barely mustered the energy to keep her ass raised in the air so that Jackie could continue digging her tongue down inside of her, Kevin knew his Mother had little fight left in her for whatever else he decided to do. 

After slipping several strands of Pam's sweat matted dark blonde hair gently behind her ear, Kevin stood back up and bent forward, dropping his fully invigorated erection flush against his Mom's drool soaked chin. 

In an almost Pavlovian response to the scent and feel of male genitalia that close to her face, Pam somehow managed to spread her lips far enough apart so that Kevin could shove his raging hard-on back into her mouth. 

"MMMPPHHH," Kevin groaned out, feeling his sensitive cock shiver with electricity as it slide heavily over top of his Mother's bottom pearly whites. 

Shoving his pelvis forward to the hilt, Kevin felt the tip of his manhood slide down his Mother's parched throat at the same moment his hairy, sagging balls bounced firmly against her churning, spittle drenched chin. 

"She loves that thing in her mouth... dammmitt," Kevin sighed to himself in stunned amazement. "I wonder just how much she'd dig it if she knew who that cock was actually attached to?"

Sensing that his ultimate moment of reckoning had come, Kevin gazed down at his Mother's mouth pistoning up and down on his mighty girth and decided to finally remove her blindfold. Part of him desperately wanted to see how the woman's grayish blue eyes would look as they latched on to his bursting manhood. Another part of him, a much deeper and more hardened soul from his ramshackled upbringing, wanted to measure those same cloudy eyes when they eventually looked up and saw who was standing above her. 

Gracefully easing his right hand off the side of Pam's bobbing head, Kevin rolled his fingers underneath the tightly cinched silk strip and lifted it off her eyes before tossing it to the floor. 

For several moments, it was as if Pam had committed herself to the lewd and wanton act of fellatio so completely that she didn't even realize her blindfold had been removed. The burning knot of her own lust kept Pam's mouth planted on her Son's hairy crotch as he patiently looked down, waiting for the proverbial light to go on inside his Mother's head. 

Rolling her mouth around the head of Kevin's cock like chalk on a cue stick, it wasn't until she felt the internal need to stare up to the man above her for his approval that Kevin's fuzzy and distorted frame came into view. 

Hands on hip, Kevin stared down intently at his Mother and watched as her face went white as a sheet. Feeling the tongue that had moments earlier felt like slithering fire on his cock suddenly turn to ice, Kevin could tell that the realization that she was giving a blow job to her own Son was coming into focus in Pam's drunken and dazed head. 

* * * * *

Jackie had become so engrossed in her chore of vacuuming Kevin's cum out of her best friend's tail, she had been totally unaware that Kevin had removed Pam's blindfold. In the middle of her disgusting efforts to suck in as much of Kevin's seed as possible, Jackie's whole body went numb when Pam's sweaty asscheeks suddenly clenched together, trapping Jackie's head in the process. 

Like a cat trapped in an uncomfortable grip, Jackie pressed her hands against Pam's trembling thighs and pulled her face free for a desperate breath of fresh air. When she did, that's when she saw that Kevin standing at the edge of the bed and her best friend's blindfold had been removed. 

Switching her gaze rapidly from Kevin's unforgiving eyes to the to the sight of his majestic cock slicing wickedly through the air, Jackie realized that Kevin had turned his attention briefly to her. 

"... Wha... ," Jackie's unsure expression seemed to say to the naked 18 year old. 

"Look down at it, Jackie," Kevin soberly ordered. 

"... At... what," Jackie weakly inquired as she slowly began to grasp what Kevin as insinuating from the trail of his gaze. 

"Spread her legs and tell me if her pussy is still wet," Kevin haughtily spat. "Is it wet, Jackie?"

Naked, stunned and powerless, Jackie followed the young man's obscene order and wedged her hands between Pam's thick, voluptuous thighs once again, this time to see if Kevin was correct. The instant Jackie cracked open Pam's tightly clenched legs, she saw that the brooding youngster was right, his Mother's cunt was glowing pink and dripping like a stabbed melon. 

Wallowing in her own confused abyss, the taste of Kevin's ejaculate still dancing on her tongue, Jackie's head inexplicably bowed down and again she found herself trying to burrow her lips towards Pam Ralston's aroused genitalia. 

* * * * *

With all the patience of a young man that was about to have 18 years worth of a prison sentence suddenly overturned, Kevin stared down into Pam's deflated eyes and literally felt the power in their relationship inexorably shift from her to him. Seeing his Mother's lazy blue eyes plead up to him with a complex mixture of shame and defeat, Kevin swore he could also see a twinkle of untapped excitement deep within her pupils. As if everything began happening in slow motion, Kevin watched the woman that had given birth to him open her mouth wide and close her lips around the wet and throbbing slab of meat that jutted mightily out from his groin. 




The Fruits of Indifference Ch. 5



"OOHH... SSHHIITT... YEESSS," Kevin grunted out in a primal moan from deep within his being. 

Before Kevin knew it, Pam's was thrashing and twisting her neck even more violently than before as she orally ravaged his dick, only this time, Kevin knew she was completely aware of who she was lavishing her depraved lust upon. 

* * * * *

Seeing her best friend submit completely to such a wanton taboo act, Jackie's blood felt like it had become laced with both icicles, as well as burning embers, as she teetered on the edge of delirium. Drifting backwards slightly on the bed, suddenly Jackie felt she had become a third wheel as Pam and Kevin began sharing in the most private of human moments. 

Taking her place safely on the far corner of the bed, Jackie balled her naked body up and became nothing but a pathetic voyeur as Pam Ralston fervently continued giving her Son savage blowjob. 

* * * * *

Standing above Pam's prone cocksucking body, Kevin felt two distinct entities freely intermingling inside his body. The man that he had grown into stood side by side inside his psyche with the eternal child that had been forced to struggle for survival each and every day in the acidic atmosphere that his Mother had created during his youth. 

Watching now as his Pam's face contorted wildly as she bathed his cock with her decrepit but unbounding lust, Kevin couldn't help but shiver at the sight of several streams of his Mother's hungry drool dripping down both sides of her mouth and the way it glistened under the flickering candle light on her churning cheekbones. 

Consumed with the ultimate intoxicating power of control that a man could feel, Kevin scanned his gaze over the length of Pam's naked gyrating body several times and realized just how desperately he wanted to fuck her. 

Wrapping all five fingers of his left hand around Pam's throat, Kevin nudged his Mother's body onto it's side before placing his right hand on her bare shoulder to firmly plant her flat on her back. 

Kevin felt a jolt of aroused adrenaline wash through his body when he saw the way his Mother's sagging tits flopped across her chest when he flipped her over. Unable to resist his temptation to reach out and touch them, Kevin leaned in with both hands and openly pawed at Pam's ample endowment as he stared straight into her bloodshot eyes. 

"MMMM... HHUUMMMMMM," Pam gasped, her legs flailing wildly on the bed until her best friend Jackie took it upon herself to grab Pam by the ankles to keep her writhing body stable enough so that Kevin could crawl on top of her. 

Cupping each of his hands roughly over Pam's huge breasts, Kevin kneaded his fingers into her soft womanhood until both his Mother's nipples looked like ripe, blood-filled cherries sitting on top of two large bowls of vanilla ice cream. 

With cat quick efficiency, Kevin swung his right leg up onto the bed so that he was straddling his Mother's head. Looking straight down the rippled width of his chest, Kevin felt lewdly emboldened by the way his jutting cock cast a wide, glaring shadow in the candlelight across Pam's entire upper body. 

Dropping his right knee down onto the mattress, Kevin eased his left knee up on the bed as well until he was crouched like a naked animal, ready to attack, between his Mother's outstretched legs. 

Reaching down with his tingling hands, Kevin grabbed a handful of each of Pam's voluptuous thighs and forced them brutally apart, creating more than enough space for him to lower his pelvis on top of hers. 

"Ready for me to fuck you?" Kevin asked his Mom bluntly, his eyes no more than four inches above hers. 

"Yes," Pam's pained response bellowed up to her Son, causing the older woman to blush and turn her head away at the sound of those words rising from her lips. 

Kevin flinched and shuddered hearing his Mother's reply at the same time he felt her fingernails digging into his side, to savagly pull his body tighter against hers. Feeling his erect cock get speared into the side of Pam's thigh as their bodies mashed together, Kevin instantly opened his mouth and bit down hard on his Mother's shoulder, causing Pam to gasp out in primal urgency. 

"AAAHHHH... YYYEEAAHH," Kevin sighed sadistically as he swabbed his tongue up and down Pam's neck and collarbone. 

Grinding his hairy, muscular chest roughly against Pam's heaving bosom, Kevin reached under his body and took the base of his pipelike erection into his left hand, trying his best to guide it towards glowing hot target between his Mother's secured legs. 

"UUUHHHH... YYYEESSSSSSS," Pam gasped out loudly, feeling as if a missle had splashed down inside of her seething womb. 

"AARRGGHH... YOUR... DAMN... RIGHT... YYEESSSS," Kevin coughed back, pressing his full weight down on top of Pam's spasming body until his cock was swallowed all the way inside of her. 

Closing his left hand tightly around his Mother's right breast, Kevin balled his right hand into a fist and planted it into the cluttered sheets below to support his weight as he tried to get in position to begin thrusting in and out of her. 

"God... Damn... you've got a big dick," Pam grunted in a voice Kevin had never quite heard before. 

Swiveling her head side to side, trying to accomodate her Son's blunt and boaring endowment, Pam instinctivly raised her lips up to kiss Kevin on the forehead as he buried his face between her huge jiggling tits. 

"UUMMMMM... YEAH... PLEASE MAKE LOVE TO ME... UUMMMM... COME ON... FUCK THE SHIT OUT OF ME!!" Pam hoarsly mouthed into her Son's reddened ear. 

His body feeling as if it were sizzling on a hot sticky skillet, Kevin's eyes bugged out wildly when he heard Pam's desperate words mingle inside his head at the same time her 10 sharp stabbing fingernails pulled him closer to her so she could use what strength and dexterity she had left to thrust her crotch upwards against his plowing manhood. 

"GOOODDAAMMMIIITT... MOM... WORK THAT PUSSY," Kevin spat as flashes of blinding light crackled in his head. "Show me what that cunt of yours can do... you've used it on every fucking guy in town... COME ON... SHOW ME WHAT YOU CAN DO WITH IT!"

With the purpose and reckless abandon of a woman with no sense of decency or self control, Pam Ralston mustered every bit of energy left in her withered body and gave her Son all the sexual venom left inside of her. 

"Come on Mom... that's it... give it everything you got... I can see it in your eyes... you've thought about doing this haven't ya... thought about it a lot," Kevin hissed between clenched teeth into Pam's face, just like he was a drill sargent and she was a Private just off the bus... "Well you've got it now... show me just how bad you want it!"

"AAHHH... AAAHHH... OOOHHH... UUUMMMMMOOOHHAARRGGHHHOOOHHHH,"Pam moaned continuously as her and Kevin's body repeatedly rammed each other with brutal bonejarring force. 

"Come on, Mom," Kevin chided with a tone mocking intensity. "I know that pussy of yours is getting raw... yeah... I know its getting sore!"

"Yes it is," Pam trembled, now on the verge of tears. 

"Is it on fire?" Kevin immediatly asked. 

"OHH... GOD... YES," Pam feverishly shot back. 

"Do you feel like your gonna explode?" Kevin boomed. 

"Yes," Pam writhed. 

"Does my dick hurt Ya'?" Kevin snarled. 

"Yes... its sooo big," Pam winced, sounding as if she was about to lose consciousness. 

"Do you want me to take it out then?" Kevin coughed. 

"... No," Pam answered after a long pause. " I want you to cum inside of me Kevin... please Kevin... please put that fire out. "

Again, Pam's body somehow increased its upward thrusting speed until it appeared she was nothing but a blazing white blur underneath Kevin's hulking frame. 

Feeling as if he had put his cock into blender full of hot wax, Kevin was forced to spread his hands and feet out on the bed so he could brace himself for his Mother's violent assault. Hardly having to expend any of his own energy, Kevin kept his weight securly perched over top of Pam's convulsing body, forcing her to do all the dirty work. 

* * * * *

Crouched on the far edge of the bed in a modified fetal position, Jackie watched with a mix of fascinated horror and unfathomable arousal as Pam and Kevin's bodies fiercly intertwined. The vivid, smacking sounds of flesh on flesh combined with the heavy, pungent scents of raw sex inside Jackie's head until she found herself swooning on the edge of the mattress. 

Leaning in slightly, to get as close as she could to the ungodly coupling, the rippling waves of air rushing off the two pistoning bodies brought goosebumps to every square inch of Jackie's naked flesh. Seeing her best friend's body shudder violently as it constricted itself around Kevin's sweaty flesh, Jackie inherently knew that neither Mother or Son could withstand much more friction without eventually succumbing to orgasm. Feeling an intense and wicked desire to contribute in some way, Jackie crouched even closer and placed her shaky right on the back of Kevin's bare, rock solid ass. 

Jackie immediately felt as if she had placed her hand on the core of a nuclear reactor as her fingers came to rest on the sweaty and pulsing muscle fibers of Kevin Ralston's pumping ass. Her heart began racing wildly as she got as close as possible to the pair having sex in front of her. The warm waves of air bursting out from between Kevin and Pam's colliding crotches wafted across Jackie's extended arm and she could feel small droplets of her best friend's liquid arousal coat her skin each time Pam thrust up against her Son. 

Rolling her fingers up and down the crack of Kevin's behind as he continued to fuck his Mother to oblivion, Jackie flexed out her short stubby index finger and placed it against the opening of Kevin's bucking ass. Allowing the momentum Pam was creating by her urgent upward pelvic thrusts to do all the work, Jackie watched as Kevin's tantalizing anus gradually sucked up her finger until it was embedded inside his rectum, all the way down to her first knuckle. 

Wrenching her wrist in short, quick circles in an attempt to anally pleasure the 18 year old boy, Jackie couldn't help becoming fixated with the expressions of sexual bliss on Kevin and Pam's faces as she rested there on her elbow. Focusing on each of their eyes and the way they flickered open and closed like runaway window shades, Jackie couldn't help but wonder what was going on inside Pam and Kevin's mind, knowing their relationship was in the process of changing forever. 

The roaring sexual adrenaline pumping through Jackie's skull boiled over and her heart nearly stopped when she saw her best friend's body go momentarily taunt just before she let out the loudest, most blood curdling scream of release that Jackie had ever heard. 

"IIII... MMMMMMM... CCCUUMMMIINNGGG... GGGOOODDDAAAMMMM... FUCK... FUCK... IIII... MMMM... CCUUMMMIINNGGGGG," Pam wailed, her facial features taking on the appearance of the eye wall of a hurricane as she wrapped her arms and legs around her naked Son, spilling every bit of pent up lust inside of her weathered body against his. 

"MMMMEEE... TOOOOO," Kevin gurgled back, his spine arching in all kinds of sickening angles as he frantically kissed his Mother on the mouth, cheek, neck and breasts. 

Watching Kevin continuously ram his cock in and out of Pam's cunt like a frantic miner's spike trying to unearth a buried diamond, Jackie kept her right index finger buried inside of the 18 year old's bucking ass while she slipped her entire left hand into her scorching vagina, blindly thrashing it to another brutal orgasm as she soaked in the entire magically perverse scene. 

* * * * *

For the better part of an entire minute, Pam Ralston and her Son locked their bodies together as if they had been painted with glue from head to toe. 

Staggering backwards slightly on the bed to get a full panoramic view of the incestuous coupling, Jackie continued to gently massage her glowing slit as she pulled her index finger free from Kevin's anal vicegrip. 

Dropping her bare feet to the carpet below, Jackie suddenly felt awkwardly out of place as Pam and Kevin shared an exhausted post orgasmic embrace. Standing up to see if she could still make her numb legs work, Jackie couldn't help but notice the intoxicatingly erotic sight of the sweat beads rolling off of Kevin's back, dripping down his side, only to mingle with the glossy mixture of male and female cum that oozed out from Pam and Kevin's compressed crotches. 

Deciding it was best to allow Mother and Son a modicum of privacy after such an intense and life altering moment, Jackie bent down to search for her discarded clothes in a drunk and disjointed attempt to get dressed... 

PART 6 Coming Soon



The Fruits of Indifference Ch. 6



After a long, arduous day of dealing with every obstacle her rowdy and incorrigible students could put in front of her, all Debra Stallings could think about, as she lugged herself out to the school parking lot, was to throw the two heavy leather bags full of homework in her arms into the backseat and then head home. 

Scattershooting her mind, trying to decide which takeout place to order dinner from, Debra knew it would be a long night of grading papers and hoped her family would understand if all they got to eat was either Chinese or Italian on paper plates. 

"MMMPPHH... you ain't as young as you used to be," Debra gasped as she tossed her book bags into the backseat and sat down behind the wheel. 

Just as she was about to slip the key into the ignition, a large business sized envelope placed underneath her driver's side windshield wiper caught her attention. 

"Those kids and their fundraising," Debra initially muttered, familiar with the students' practice of placing fliers for school related events on teachers' car windows. 

"But that's an envelope... not a flier, " Debra said to herself, with a modest level of curiosity as she swung her feet back out the door so she could reach for the strange delivery. 

Taking a look around the nearly vacant faculty lot to see if any of the remaining cars had a similar package on the windshield, Debra began to get a queasy feeling in her stomach when she saw that the few cars left had no such envelopes. 

"Humm," Debra groaned as she stood up on her tippytoes to retrieve the delivery. 

Cringing immediately from the tangible weight of the package, being a sales rep for Tupperware, Debra's next inclination was that it must be an order from one of her co-workers. Flipping the envelope over however, after she returned to the comfort of her driver's seat, a cross expression drifted across her demure features when she saw that it was addressed to ,"Mrs. Stallings". 

"It must be from one of my students," Debra stoically whispered to herself. 

Digging her right index finger into the seal, Debra carefully ripped the envelope open. From the moment the contents of the letter spilled out onto her lap, Debra Stallings lost all comprehension of space and time. Sitting in the driver's seat of the family's SUV, with the letter and its contents spread out across her lap and the bottom edge of the steering wheel, the married Mother of four felt as if she was stewing in front of the Gates of Hell as the reality of her situation slowly engulfed her. 

Trying to tame her trembling hands enough to unfold the one page letter so she could study further the gravity of her newfound predicament, Debra anxiously pressed the note down against the front of her dark blue skirt and read the short but succinct offering. 

It said simply, "As you can see, several items of interest pertaining to your indecent and hypocritical behavior has come to my attention. If you do not wish to have any of this material offered up to the general public, meet me at the truck stop motel out by I-79 at noon tomorrow to negotiate. "

Debra's already pale Victorian face turned a ghostly shade of white as the threat in the blunt message dug like a leech into her psyche. She didn't even have a chance to chalk the threat up to empty verbage when several Polaroid pictures spilled out of the envelope as well. Scouring her numb fingertips across the glossy squares of film, Debra immediately recognized the hazy images in the photos. An arctic chill infected her spine when the middle aged teacher began to piece together the depth of her peril. 

Whoever had done this her had taken the time to take several Polaroids of the photos that Debra and her husband had concealed under their marital bed. Pictures of her in various stages of undress, playing with numerous large and imposing phallic instruments, and to her horror, even a few digital vid-cap camera scans from one of the home movies Debra and her husband had made. 

Sitting there alone in the family vehicle, in the middle of the desolate school lot, Debra trembled in the driver's seat for nearly a half hour as the typed letter and photographic evidence of her "behind closed doors" indecency stared back at her from her lap. 

To complicate the fear and helplessness she was already feeling, the sickening reality of violation that comes when you realize your house has been robbed also sunk like a led ball inside Debra's belly. 

"Who could have done this... when... and... why," She cried loudly, dropping her forehead against the steering wheel until her stinging tears were dripping down on the paper and pictures below. 

* * * * *

The trip home and subsequent evening was nothing more than a jumbled blur for the married woman. It took her Husband, Ben, asking her three separate times what was for dinner before Debra found the wherewithal to look up the Chinese takeout place's number and call them so her family could eat. It was a meal that Debra didn't even touch. 

Repulsed and sickened by what was in the letter she received at school, Debra spent the entire night in a foggy abyss until her Husband finally cornered her and asked her what was wrong. 

"Just a headache and a stomachache, Honey," Debra told him, as she rested in a heap under the covers, never once making eye contact with Ben, wishing she could just find a hole to crawl into. 

Occasionally checking the digital clock on her nightstand, Debra couldn't help but count down the minutes until noon the next day when she had been summoned to appear at the seedy truck stop all the way on the other side of town, to answer for some sins that she was now brutally ashamed of. Even as her Husband snored away beside her, Debra forced herself to stay awake, scared to fall asleep for fear of what her nightmares might hold. 

As the fear and uncertainty of darkness gave way to dawn however, the deep seeded fortitude of a woman who had successfully navigated her way into her mid thirties kicked in and Debra made the decision to ignore the threat, to go to school like she was supposed to do and to live her life in the face of the awful threat to her station in life. 

Even though she was sleeping on the same bed that the thief had pilfered her and her Husband's most embarrassing possessions out from under, Debra Stallings found the strength to drag herself up, dress her kids, get them and her Husband ready for their day, collect herself for school as well and charge out the door to meet the day head on. 

Despite all the positive thinking she could muster, Debra's workday turned out to be a surreal experience. Traipsing through the day with as much confidence and denial as she could, it didn't prevent the distraught teacher from looking hard at every male face she encountered, wondering if that person was the one responsible for the threatening letter on her windshield. 

By the time noon had rolled around, Debra was a nervous wreck. Staring at the clock above her desk, Debra let out a audible sigh when the minute hand tipped the top of the hour, right along side the small hour hand. 

"Nothing happened.... Thank God," Debra mouthed over and over as if she were a death row inmate that had just been given a stay. 

* * * * *

With the school day finally ended, Debra eased her way back out to the same parking lot where a day before, she had been confronted with the most shocking moment of her life. Making sure she exited the school with several coworkers beside her, Debra felt a warm sense of insulation until she got close enough to her SUV to see that its windshield was clear of any new deliveries. A massive weight was seemingly lifted off of her demure shoulders as she crawled into her vehicle and drove home. 

After making a quick stop at the grocery store to pick up a few things for dinner, Debra Stallings found herself easing her SUV over to the far corner of the store's lot, where a series of large blue dumpsters sat. With a great deal of haste, Debra pitched away the note and revealing photos, eliminating any evidence of the harrowing letter she had received a little over 24 hours earlier. 

That night at home Debra descended into a further depth of normalcy after fixing a huge lasagna dinner for her family to make up for the shoddy meal she had ordered the night before. After topping off the evening with a few glasses of wine, Debra even found the energy to make love to her husband before turning in and catching up on the sleep she had lost the night before. 

By the time the next morning rolled around, Debra had pushed the events of the past two days into the darkest recesses of her repressed psyche. As she walked into school on a sun filled Thursday morning, Debra held her chin high and her chest out as she entered the school's front doors. 

She held that carefree pose all the way down the main first floor hallway, until she saw a small but bustling congregation of kids converging around one of the large kiosks where students often posted club or fundraising announcements. 

"They must have just announced when the next after school party's going to be," Debra thought to herself as she approached the gathering only to stop cold in her tracks when several of the students turned to see her standing behind them, each with a strange tint of shock in their collective eyes. 

Before she knew it, Debra found herself clutching her purse and briefcase tightly against her chest as the assembled students scattered in a spontaneous exodus. 

"WHA... " was all Debra could manage to gasp as the wave of pubescent youth drifted past, snickering at her in a strange mocking tone as they fluttered away. 

Standing alone now in the early morning silence of the high school's main hallway, Debra looked up at the place on the kiosk where the kids had just been gawking. Staring straight at the cluttered mass of stapled, taped and thumbtacked pieces of colored paper, she easily picked out the two square Polaroid pictures that stuck out like sore thumbs in the midst of all the other school related material. 

Taking a hypnotic step closer, Debra's eyes widened in horror as the realization of the photo's content registered in her mind. 

"Oh... NO," Debra mouthed, immediately harkening back to the note she had found two days earlier on her windshield. 

Looking at the two tamest and least incriminating of the photos that the thief had stolen from under her bed, Debra felt several bitter and angry tears drip down her cheek as she stared at the two pictures of herself in a one piece bathing suit tacked to the kiosk. 

"Those were taken in Atlantic City... almost 10 years ago," Debra told herself as she reached out to pull them down off the board. "And now everyone in school's gonna be talking about them... and talking about me. "

After mentally cataloguing what the thief had stolen however, Debra knew that the pictures of her in her bathing suit, sitting demurely and smiling for her husband on the beach, was only the tip of the proverbial incriminating iceberg. 

"What if he had posted some of the.... others," Debra thought to herself, now in full sob. "I'm ruined!"

Having the students see those pictures was bad enough, but Debra's blood ran cold at the thought of all those kids, as well as her coworkers and bosses, getting a peek into the innermost secrets of the Stallings' bedroom. 

Vacillating there for several moments, massive amounts of acidic adrenaline sizzled through Debra's veins as she gritted her teeth together. Finally, the spastic teacher stuffed the recovered pictures into her purse before retreating quickly to the safety of her second floor classroom to calm her nerves before first period. 

She knew she should probably go to the Principal about what was happening to her but Debra couldn't bare to even mouth the words to him about what kind of situation, and the background to it, that had befallen her. 

Trying to mentally picture the faces of the students that surrounded the kiosk before she interrupted them, Debra was heartened slightly by the fact that she didn't recognize any of those kids as ones that she taught. Still, she inherently knew how the grapevine in high schools worked and sure enough, as the day wore on, the snickers and whispers grew louder and more potent with each passing hour. 

Somehow Debra had survived all six periods and by the last bell at 3:30 she was ready to escape and de-compress. 

"It was just a couple of pictures of you in a bathing suit for Godsakes Debra... just relax!" a soothing and rational voice inside the woman's frantic head tried calming. 

"But you know what else is missing don't you... you know what he still has to use against you?" another sinister but brutally honest voice warned. "You ain't out of the woods yet!"

Every bit of rational calm and control that Debra had been able to muster throughout the day was shattered as she got within 50 feet of her SUV in the parking lot. Just as it had been two days earlier, a large white envelope was placed securely under her driver's side windshield wiper. 

Stopping dead in her tracks, Debra felt an incredible jolt of foreboding fear shudder through her entire being as she stared helplessly at her vehicle. 

"Not again... no... not again," Debra cringed over and over as she robotically walked up to the side of the SUV's fender. 

Reaching her trembling hands up to grab to well placed delivery, Debra involuntarily shrugged her left shoulder up to wipe away a tear that was tickling her cheek. 

The first thing Debra noticed about the new package was that it was much lighter than the one from two days earlier. 

"No pictures in this one... Thank God," Debra whispered soberly to herself before ripping the seal open and removing the small handwritten note that waited inside. 

"I told you so Bitch... I fuckin' told you so," the angry message read. " You think everyone in school is giggling now over some stupid old pictures of you in a bathing suit... how do you think they'll talk if they saw the pictures of you with a foot-long rubber cock jammed up your nasty cunt. I'll tell you one more time... meet me at the truckstop motel at 8 o'clock tonight or you will regret it. "

* * * * *

In an ironic twist of fate, suddenly the teacher felt as if she was a 15 year old kid having to come up with a good lie to explain why her homework hadn't gotten done, when she racked her brain to come up with a good explanation to give to her husband about why she wouldn't be home until late. 

Speeding home immediately after picking her children up from daycare, Debra spent the rest of the afternoon and early evening in a bubonic daze, trying to think of an way to excuse herself from the house before 8 o'clock. 

By the time Ben had arrived home from a long day at work, the last thing Debra wanted to tell him was that he would have to look after the kids all night. Still, getting him to do that large favor would be much easier than having to explain to him the real reasons why she was taking the ultimate step of self preservation in going to meet her blackmailer. 

Finally Debra decided to use the pending fight with the county school board and the need to huddle with several of the other members of the teachers' union that night as an excuse to get out of the house. It was an excuse that Ben Stallings hesitantly but willingly accepted. 

* * * * *

When she finally arrived at the crowded and seedy interstate truck stop/motel at a few minutes before 8, Debra could literally feel her skin crawl underneath her clothes as she nervously scanned the surroundings. The loud and incessant diesel whines of the countless trucks lining the lot unsettled Debra even further as she contemplated her fate. 

Picking up the letter her blackmailer had left earlier on her windshield at school, Debra felt her stomach roll as she double checked the time and room number. 

"You've got to do this to save your family Debra... to save yourself," She whispered, unable to bring herself to look in the rear view mirror to measure her seething emotion. 

With that, Debra somehow found her way out of the vehicle and walked gingerly across the rain soaked asphalt until she reached the steps of the rundown motel. The dull thuds of her short heels echoed through the foggy darkness as she consciously shielded her face from the on looking truckers with her heavy coat. 

Nearly tripping twice as she nervously made her way to the motel's second floor, Debra continuously prayed to God for the strength to face her violator. 

"244... 244... 244," Debra repeated to herself as she walked the length of the second floor balcony, trying to find the room she had been ordered to meet whoever was putting her through this ordeal. 

"220... 221.... ," She hummed internally, growing more weary with each step she took until she turned the far corner of the motel's upper deck and saw the 240's. 

"It would have to be all the way here in the back," Debra groaned, feeling a foreboding sense of dread as room 244 came into view to her left. 

She could see that a light was shining behind the closed curtain of the room as she jittered her feet closer to the door. Not knowing whether to knock or to simply walk in, Debra teetered in place for nearly two minutes, praying the whole time no one from any of the other rooms would walk out and see her standing there. 

"Be a woman and get this over with," Debra's inner strength convincingly begged. "And if worse comes to worse you and always hit the 911 button on your cell phone. "

Putting her right hand against the rickety and stained door to room 244, Debra grazed her sweaty palm down the cold, cheap particle board until her grip tightened around the metal knob. 

"Its unlocked," She whispered to herself as a choking knot drifted up into her throat. 

Peeking her head inside the door, Debra was prepared for anything ranging from a three headed Hydra to Satan himself to be waiting there for her. Instead, all she saw when she looked in was a poorly made bed and a tv on. Holding her breath as she strained her neck to investigate further, Debra was unsettled even more by the hushed silence inside the room. 

Trying her best to keep her heart from pounding straight out of her chest, Debra inched her right foot forward and started to enter the seemingly vacant motel room. 

"GET YOUR ASS IN HERE AND CLOSE THE DOOR," A growling male voice rose from out of nowhere, causing the pale and withering married woman to flinch from near shock. 

Casting her eyes instinctively to the far corner of the room to see where the voice emanated, Debra Stallings came face to face with the hulking young man that had forced her to come. 

"So you decided to make it this time after all, " Kevin hissed sarcastically, slightly surprised that the woman, who was more than twice his age, had actually given in to his threat. "I guess you really didn't have a choice did you?"

"Who... why... why," Debra painfully blathered as she closed the door behind her, shutting herself alone in the room with the heartless 18 year old boy. 

"You don't remember," Kevin replied with feigned hurt, enjoying the way he was making the scared teacher squirm "Come on... your not old enough to have Alzheimer's yet. "

"Are you the one that broke into my house?" Debra tentatively asked. 

"Yeah... sort of," Kevin smiled back. 

"Well... I could just go to the police... ," Debra started before Kevin rudely cut her off. 

"And tell them what... you've got the balls Bitch to reel off to them everything I took... huh... you wanna stand in the police station and explain that all that got taken was a bunch of sexually explicit shit under your bed... not any of your jewelry, or your fine china... just a couple of naked pictures and a few dildos... that would look real good in the paper wouldn't it... and besides... go ahead and turn me in... I ain't got nothin' to lose... I'm not working alone... if I go away... there's still a ton of shit left that could hit the fan. "




The Fruits of Indifference Ch. 6



Debra's face turned blood red as Kevin's insistent words hit home. Knowing the teenager was in complete control of the situation, Debra tried her best to keep her chin held high. 

"Well... what do you want?" She meekly asked. "I brought my checkbook... how much do you want?"

"God... all you people think money's the answer to everything... that's real nice to offer but you can keep you checkbook in your purse... I'm looking for something a little more.... personal... a little flesh for flesh... an eye for an eye if you know what I mean. "

"Who are you and why are you doing this to me?" Debra begged, now vaguely recognizing the young man's hardened features. 

"Nobody," Kevin coughed in return. "But a nobody that holds your life in his hands. "

"My life.... my... life," Debra stuttered, for the first time feeling the real gravity of the situation. 

"Don't worry Bitch... I ain't gonna kill you... your nasty ass ain't worth it... But I could make you wish you were dead though," Kevin cockily added. 

"Take your clothes off," Kevin routinely ordered after a brief period of silence. 

"... What...?" Debra trembled. 

"Take... your... clothes... off," Kevin said slowly for effect. 

"Oh God no... no... no... please don't rape me," Debra started to cry. "I'm married... I have kids... I... I.....!"

"I don't fucking care about all that... I ain't gonna rape you... like I said before you aren't worth the trouble..." Kevin spat back. "You screwed me last year... now its my turn to screw back... so to speak. "

"What... what do you mean... I... I don't even know you," Debra whimpered. 

Watching Debra's hand tentatively grip at the top button of her silky blue and white blouse, Kevin started to tell the shell-shocked teacher his story. 

"You knew exactly who I was the year before last... Hell... you probably went around patting yourself on the back about it for so long you probably didn't even think about the lives you messed up in the process," Kevin soberly growled, locking his fiery gaze directly on Debra's stunned and confused face. 

"Wha... what... I don't understand," Debra stuttered back. 

"Start working those buttons down Bitch," Kevin taunted. "Just because you bring that nice fat paycheck home every week and you've got that nice cushy IRA to insure your future... people like you don't realize that some of us have to hustle every day to keep food in our stomach... and you just didn't seem to grasp that last year... did you?" 

"I swear I don't.... ," Debra started to say before the volcanic gleam in Kevin's eyes and the broad width of his shoulders clicked inside her scattered memory banks. 

"He's the boy that got caught dealing drugs on school grounds last year," Debra cringed to herself, the flood of memories from that day rushing back to her with bittersweet clarity. 

Kevin had been right, Debra had been so proud of herself for helping to 'clean up' the school by turning in the nameless stranger that was peddling dope in the alleyway under her second floor window that she even got a handshake from the Superintendent of Schools when her Principal introduced him to her at the School Board's Christmas party after the incident happened. 

That selfish feeling of social satisfaction came with absolutely no thought given to the situation and subsequent trauma that the young man, who was now standing less than five feet from her in a rundown motel room and ordering her to undress, had gone through. 

"I think you're starting to remember," Kevin sighed, seeing a hint of recognition sparkle in Debra's tearing eyes. "While you stand there and strip, I just want you to think about everything me and my family had to endure while I spent all that time locked up. "

Watching as Debra's cleavage slowly came into view, as the married woman tediously fought to undo her blouse's buttons, Kevin felt his cock harden like led between his legs from the surreal sense of power he had over the helpless school teacher. 

"You spend so much time living in judgment of others... well what do you think your Husband's judgement would be if he knew where you were right now. I know you didn't tell him where you were going... no way you could bare to... that his loving wife and the Mother of his children was standing in a rat trap motel on the other side of town taking her clothes off for a 18 year old punk. Would your kids be proud of you... they all look like angels... what do you think they'll feel inside when they find out just how filthy you really can be... how about all the other teachers you work with... your boss... how about all those kids walking the halls of the high school... you think they got a charge out of your bathing suit pictures... just wait till they see everything else," Kevin boldly proclaimed, as he reached into his overnight bag and pulled out the homemade videotape he had stolen from the Stallings' bedroom. 

Holding the tape up towards Debra's chalk white face, the teenager seemingly taunted her with it until her expression clearly conveyed that she knew what disgusting content the tape contained. 

"Pretty shocking shit coming from a churchgoing teacher with a couple of young children, Mrs. Stallings," Kevin mockingly scolded as he urged the woman to continue undressing. 

"Hurry it up, Bitch, You better have that blouse and coat off by the time I get this tape into the VCR. "

* * * * *

Knowing exactly what the tape in Kevin's possession held, Debra teetered there in place, on the verge of blacking out from embarrassment as she tried forcing her fingers to work down the buttons of her top. 

Feeling as if everything she was trying to do was in slow motion, it appeared to Debra that Kevin was moving at the speed of light as he fed the tape into the VCR on top of the tv before turning back towards her to gauge her progress. 

Grazing her cold fingertips against the even colder skin of her chest as she inched her blouse off, Debra anxiously sped up her disrobing when Kevin took two steps towards her. 

"I haven't got all night," Kevin hissed. 

"This isn't right," Debra desperately whispered back, working the blouse down her trembling arms to reveal her small breasts concealed inside a conservative white bra. 

"You weren't wearing anything that staid on this tape or in those Polaroids," Kevin mocked when he saw Debra's Walmart bought bra. 

"Work that dress down so I can see if you've got matching panties," Kevin continued. 

Looking down the length of her shivering body, Debra's heart sunk all he way down into her stomach when she saw the way her nipples were protruding straight out of her flimsy bra cups. 

"Its just cold in here," Debra tried telling herself as a several beads of sweat welled on her glistening brow. 

The dull whining sound of the videotape catching hold inside the VCR echoed through the otherwise silent room as Debra's fingers hesitantly dug into the elastic band of her skirt. 

"Jesus forgive me," Debra prayed silently, feeling a litany of vile, shameful goosebumps rise from her waist all the way up to her flushed neck. 

"You should be ashamed of yourself.... God will... ," Debra started before Kevin angrily interrupted. 

"Shut up you fucking hypocrite... we'll both be in the same God Damn judgment line... now kick those shoes off and roll that dress of yours down to the floor. "

Almost losing her balance when she tried stepping out of her skirt, Debra caught herself before falling, in the process causing her small but perky breasts to jiggle noticeably inside their thin restraints. Bending over demurely, Debra eased her dress down to her ankles and slowly stood back up, trying her best to cover her near nakedness with both her hands and arms. 

Clad now only in her crinkled white bra and dark tan pantyhose, that stretched all the way up past her waist, Debra felt a strange sensation of indecency standing before the brooding young man in that state of dress, in a way feeling worse than if she were actually completely nude before him. 

"You don't have any panties on do you?" Kevin barked approvingly, wetting his lips at the outline of Debra's dark pubic bush behind the dark nylon. 

"Roll them down and let me see your cunt... but turn around when you do it... I wanna see it from behind first," Kevin ordered. 

"What?" Debra replied, unsure what Kevin meant. 

"Exactly what I said... turn around and take off your pantyhose!" Kevin escalated his voice. 

"... Why," Debra almost asked before realizing it was fruitless. 

Doing a 180 the best she could on her trembling legs, Debra felt her fear level multiply 10 fold with her back now to the unpredictable teenager. 

"Please don't kill me," Debra muttered to herself as she cinched her fingers into the elastic band of her pantyhose tops and started to work the sheer nylon fabric over her hips and down her short legs. 

"MMMHHUUMM," Debra could hear Kevin groan approvingly from behind as she bent backwards. 

"You sonofabitch," She groaned silently as she worked her hose down and slipped them off her tiny feet. 

"Yeahhh... that's right... I have a good mind to walk right up to that naked ass and smack the shit out of it," Kevin threatened, watching with lurid humor the helpless woman's attempts to step out of her nylons. 

With her hose now removed, Debra sheepishly stood back up, looking like a prisoner waiting to be processed as her jailor watched intently from behind. Debra could feel Kevin's hot breath on her bare shoulders as the sound coming from the videotape suddenly filled the room. 

"Oh my God... nooo," Debra gasped to herself upon hearing the painfully familiar vocal strains coming from the tape. 

Closing her tear drenched eyes in a defiant attempt to block out what was unfolding on the television to her right, Debra found it just as painful trapped in her self imposed darkness because the sounds of her fucking herself with a huge purple dildo on the stolen video still noisily registered inside her wounded mind. 

"Damn," Kevin wickedly smiled. "I couldn't believe my eyes the first time I saw this tape Mrs. Stallings.... Just couldn't fucking believe it!"

"This is none of your business," Debra bitterly sobbed back. 

"I guess your right, Bitch," Kevin casually replied, his eyes wondrously locked on the masturbatory images on the screen. "You seem to make a habit out of making things your business that aren't as well... if I remember correctly. "

Before Debra could muster any type of response to Kevin's twisted logic, she felt the boy's rough fingers dig into her back until the two rear hooks of her bra were cruelly ripped apart. 

"Nooo... aaahhh.... ," Debra gasped in shock, feeling the constrictive material of her bra suddenly go limp on her shoulders and against her chest. 

The front of Kevin's denim jeans rubbed like sandpaper against her naked asscheeks as he grinded his body behind her. Dropping his right hand over the married woman's collarbone, Kevin closed the lacy fabric of Debra's bra straps into his palm and forced them over Debra's shoulders until the cowering school teacher was standing completely stripped and demeaned in front of him. 

"Please... please just do it... do it... and get it over with and do it," Debra begged weakly. 

"You want me to fuck you... huh... is that what you wan?," Kevin coughed back. "I wouldn't waste my cum on your sorry pathetic snatch... unless you were to really... really beg for it.... NO... I got something else besides fuckin' your sorry ass in mind... now turn around.... I SAID TURN AROUND!!"

With a great deal of reluctance, Debra spun her naked body around to face her teenage blackmailer, doing her best to cover her breasts and vagina with her trembling hands and arms as he openly gawked at her. Filled with shame, Debra rolled her eyes as well when she saw the lurid images of herself on the tv screen. 

"You recognize that woman there on TV, Mrs. Stallings... huh... she looks a lot like you... that coiled up naked body of hers... those small bouncy tits... that fury cunt... those same chicken legs.... has to be a twin right... little ole Miss Perfect like you would never be caught doing anything like... THAT... would she?"

"That's me... you sick bastard," Debra spat, leaving a trace of spittle shining on Kevin's unshaven cheek. 

"Well I guess it is," Kevin gleamed back, patiently wiping Debra's spit off his face. "I remember reading in one of the school's yearbooks a couple of years ago... your Daddy was a preacher... I wonder what he would think of his little girl now if he saw this?"

All Debra could do was bow her head in shame as Kevin's truthful and mortally wounding words paralysed her. 

"He'd probably start by spanking that lilly white ass of yours for such a disgusting display," Kevin soberly hypothesized. "Tell ya what... why don't you just turn around again... I'm tired of looking at your face... turn around and take a few steps forward... right there towards the makeshift closet... see that pole on the top for the hangers... go over there... raise your arms and wrap both your hands around that pole!"

* * * * *

"UUMMM... AAAHH... YYYEEAAHHH," Debra's writhing voice billowed out from the television set as she frantically masturbated herself on the homemade video. 

Looking over his right shoulder at the grainy image on the screen, Kevin could feel his hardon straining his jeans, not believing that the same woman who was disgracing herself so vividly on tape was in fact standing less than four feet in front of him now, naked with her ass facing him, and her sweaty palms wrapped around the motel's coat rack. 

"You know... I've watched this tape three or four times since I found it... your husband is one sick bastard himself... I'm sure you already knew that though," Kevin mocked. 

"Please... please just cut the tape off... just fuck me.... rape me... kill me... do whatever... please just get it over with," Debra begged, knowing what was upcoming on the video. "I'll do anything... just get it over with!"

"Well after listening to your husband's voice on the tape... it sounds like you WILL do anything... at least frig yourself off fantasizing about it... that little thing coming up here in a few minutes on the tape about the football team... WOW... can you imagine if I took a copy of this tape and played it for them in their locker room... can you imagine the looks you'd get in the hallways in school after that... you'd have to go halfway around the world if you ever wanted to teach again!"

"... Nooo..." Debra angrily groaned to herself, knowing Kevin was completely true in his assessment, as the memory of the night that was documented on the videotape came back to her with chilling clarity. 

She had become so engrossed in her mental malaise, Debra didn't even hear it when Kevin slipped off his leather belt. It wasn't until she felt the brooding teenager brush the slick material of his belt against the bare skin of her asscheeks that she realized what he was preparing to do. 

"You're not going to... to... hit me with that... please don't," Debra whimpered, her back still turned towards Kevin's imposing and glassy gaze. 

"Why not Bitch... you ain't in any position to bargain... are you?" Kevin taunted. "What do you have to offer... other than an ounce of your flesh... and your self respect. "

"Yeah... I didn't think so," Kevin added after giving Debra a chance to reply. "When we get to that part on the tape about you and the football team... I'm just gonna stand back for a few seconds and watch your face... both of them... the one writhing in orgasm on the tape and the one right in front of me crying like a pathetic and helpless little piece of shit... While you stand there and listen to yourself start to cum on the tape... just imagine what it would be like if I shared that clip with the whole damn school!"

* * * * *

"Yeahhh... that's right honey... take it all in... come on Baby... come on Debra... show me what a slut you can really be," Ben Stallings's voice crackled from off camera as he videotaped his wife fucking herself with an ungodly looking purple dildo. 

The grainy visual played on and on as Kevin watched hypnotically from across the room. 

"Please turn it off," Debra begged once again, her face and neck now splotched with several redstripes of her anguished discontent, knowing exactly what was about to happen on the tape. 

Kevin simply remained silent as he slipped his own pants down and quietly stepped out of them. 

"You like how this big thing feels inside of you Honey... HUH... you like having this big fake dick plowing you open?" Ben Stallings once again asked his wife on the tape. 

"YESSS...... GODDDD..... YYEESSSSSS," Debra replied as she struggled to get as much of the blunt phallic instrument into her womb as she could. "IT FEELZZZ..... SO FUCKING GOOD!!"

"That dildo is just as big as all those boys' dicks on the football team you dream about Honey... yes it is.... you'd love to feel what all their horsehung cocks would feel like splitting you open... wouldn't you... you'd love to be their filthy white slut!" Ben Stallings continued his verbal tirade from off camera as Debra's tiny body brutally gyrated on their marital bed, in a tone hinting that this was a topic Debra and Ben Stallings discussed in private on more than a few occasions. 

"YES... FUCK... YES IT IS!!" Debra cried manically. 

"You love the way all those rough boys stare at you when they pass you in the halls at school... or when they sit in your class and try to imagine you naked in front of the room... don't you baby... how many times have you told me just how wet your pussy gets during school everyday?" Debra's husband relentlessly continued, as the moist sounds of his hand pumping his dick off camera mingled with Debra's savage gasps. "Wouldn't you just love to spend one night trapped in that sweaty locker room of theirs' Debra... would you just love to be their cumslut for the night?"

"FFFUUUCCCKKK... YYYEEEZZZZZZZZZ," Debra brutally gurgled, her thin wrist now frantically working the obscenely large dildo in and out of her cunt at the same time her back and hips began bucking ruthlessly off the mattress...... 

The conclusion soon to follow... thanks for reading.... 



The Fruits of Indifference Ch. 7



"... You'd love to have all those hot, hard and young cocks in your mouth wouldn't you Debra... you'd love to have them splitting open your cunt... and digging a hole deep into your tight little ass... wouldn't you baby... you'd love to be all those rough thugs' cum hungry slut?" Ben Stallings interrogated his wife on tape as Debra's whole body began to visibly quake. 

"OOOHHHGGGOOODDD... YYYEEESSS... FFFUUUCCKKK... YYYESSSSSSSSSS... MMMMPPPHHHAAHHHHHMMMMMMMMMM," Debra screamed out on the tv screen, her whole body shuttering like a stick of butter on a hot grittle as her pumping hand forced the dildo into the deepest reaches of her vaginal sheath. 

"Are you cumming?" Debra's Husband breathlessly asked. 

"GGGOODDDYYEEZZZZZ... III'MMMMMCCCUUMMMIINNNGGGGG," Debra shrieked immediately, unable to keep her head from thrashing side to side as if it had become dislodged from her neck. 

"I am too," Ben Stallings hoarsely whispered, an instant before several droplets of his own semen poured into the camera's visual field from above, landing in a splattering, messy trail between both of his wife's petite breasts. 

* * * * *

"THWACK!!" echoed through the cramped motel room as Kevin Ralston's opened palm roughly collided with Debra's bare ass. 

"OOUUCCHHAAHHHMMMOOUUCCHH," Debra harshly cried out as one of her hands came loose from the overhead coatrack. 

"Put that hand back up there... NOW," Kevin immediately ordered, "or I WILL use this belt on you!"

After a series of deep breaths to collect herself, Debra finally raised her left hand above her head and clutched the wooden rack again. 

"So... little Ms. Priss... Ms. Pristine and Perfect... Ms. Go-to-church-every Sunday and living the American Dream lays in bed at night and fucks her cunt with an ugly purple dildo while her husband sits back jacking off at the same time he videotapes the whole thing," Kevin groaned into Debra's quivering ear. 

"THWACK!!," he spanked her again with his open hand. "What do you have to say for yourself, Bitch? That big purple dildo... what do you call it... you've got a couple of little kids... I bet you call it Barney... huh... how long have you had that disgusting thing? Huh... what do you have to say about what you did on that tape?"

"Nothing... " Debra weakly replied, having no way to put into words what she was internally feeling at the same time her asscheeks started to buzz painfully from Kevin's brutal discipline. 

"THWACK... THWACK... THWACK," over and over Kevin continued his cruel spanking with his hand until the older woman's knees started to knock together. 

"Keep those hands wrapped around that rack Debra... better not let go... I still got this belt laying here beside me if you do... THWACK...... THWACK... THWACK!!"

"When was the last time you got spanked, Debra... huh... I asked you a question?" Kevin demanded to know. 

"... When I was a kid," Debra swallowed, desperate trying to maintain her composure under the most difficult of circumstances. "When I was maybe 11... 12. "

"Did your Father do it?" Kevin bluntly asked. 

"... Yes..." Debra replied tentatively. 

"Did he take you over his knee?" Kevin continued. 

"... Yes," Debra sighed in a barely audible gasp. 

"Did it hurt?" Kevin raised his voice before smacking her behind again. 

"YES," Debra answered this time, much louder than before. 

"Did it work... did having him redden those lily white cheeks of yours keep you out of trouble?" Kevin crudely quizzed. 

"Yes," Debra somberly replied as if she had been defeated. "Yes it did. "

"What do you think he would have done to you if he found out about all this... about all this perverted sleaze... would he have been proud of his little girl... I bet he would have been sick to his stomach... you think I'm giving it to you rough... huh... I bet you don't even want to think about what the outcome would have been if he found out... which he could if you decide to tell anybody about this little night we're going to spend together in here. " Kevin coldly and correctly insinuated. 

"... All... night... I can't... I have to... get home... there will be questions... I can't... I..." Debra begged, her face still turned away from Kevin's monstrous presence. 

"You're so smart, Mrs. Stallings... I bet you'll figure something to tell your husband... your kids and your boss tomorrow... you took nearly a year away from me... I don't think one night in return is all that much to ask. " Kevin quickly retorted, before resuming his seething discipline of the teacher's glowing rear end. 

All Debra could manage was a deep guttural moan of devastating internal and external hurt as Kevin's threats and spanks registered in every nerve fiber in her body. She knew she had to make a stand about not being able to stay away from home for the entire night, she knew her Husband would call all her friends, call the cops and eventually catch her in the poorly concocted lie. She also knew that if she didn't follow Kevin's directive that he would find away to get the incriminating evidence about her in his possession to her ailing Father and Debra knew that she couldn't live with any hint of self respect if that happened. 

Realizing she was standing there in the rundown motel room, with all her clothes in a big heap on the floor, allowing a kid that was half her age to freely spank her while she was forced to keep her hands wrapped around a coat rack, Debra knew she was in no position to barter. Instead, all she was able to do was brace herself the best she could each time Kevin's powerful arm swung backwards before slicing forward and creating another red welt on her backside. 

With the teacher's asscheeks turning several shades of red, Kevin snaked two of his sizzling fingers between the crack of Debra's behind and made an anxious stab for her pussy. 

"GODDAMN," Kevin immediately hissed down to Debra, feeling his hand become saturated from the dampness between the teacher's cowering legs. "You've gone and pissed all over yourself!"

Thinking initially that the woman's bladder had let go during the torturous ordeal he was putting her through, Kevin rolled the slick wetness between his fingers before coming to the conclusion that the familiar texture of the liquid wasn't urine, it was the married woman's shameful arousal. 

Grinding his slick fingers together at the entrance of Debra's slit, Kevin peered down over her shuddering shoulder and freely surveyed the overwhelmed expression on her matronly face. 

"Your pussy's turned to soup... you know that," Kevin smirked, unable to believe the married woman had become so aroused having the stolen videotape playing off to the side at the same time she was receiving a horrible spanking from one of her school's former students. 

"Do you always get like that when a man gets rough with you, Debra?" Kevin quizzed. 

"Shut up," Debra disgustedly whispered. 

"Fine," Kevin unabashedly replied. "I'll just let my actions speak for themselves... just keep your hands tight around that coat rack!"

"Please... just leave me alone... haven't you made your point... I'm sorry for what I did," Debra cried back to her tormentor. 

"Yeah... I bet you are," Kevin groaned back. "But you know what... I got your pussy dew all over my God Damn hand and that tells me there's a part of you that ain't quite ready to leave yet. "

"This is stupid," Debra shouted, for the first time seeming to try and take control of the situation even though she was stripped naked and had massive welts from Kevin's assault fresh of her bare hips. "I'm out of here and you can't stop me. "

Sensing the older woman was making an attempt to flee, Kevin strolled backwards and stepped up to where the closed curtains shielded the rest of the world from looking in at the privacy of room 244. 

"You remember seeing all those drunk and horny truckers spread out across the parking lot when you came in don't you," Kevin smiled. A little birdie told them why a little pristine thing like you was on her way up... you make a run for it looking like that... you think I've been rough with you... those guys haven't seen a quality peace of ass like you in an awful long time... I could just open up these curtains and let the world have a little look in... and you might also want to remember that I have extra copies of everything here to use anytime I want... anywhere that I want! So you might want to keep those hands tightly wrapped around that pole!"

With the grim resolution of a woman who had no other choice, Debra turned back around and followed Kevin direct order. 

Her back turned once again, Debra didn't see when Kevin began to rummage through his duffel bag before pulling out the same huge, fist headed dildo that he had stolen, which was also the same appendage that the naked school teacher had used to fuck herself with on the homemade video Kevin had just forced her to watch. 

Clutching the warm synthetic rubber between his tingling fingers, Kevin closed in behind the trembling woman, aiming the phallic shaft straight for the crack of Debra's raw and reddened ass. 

"WHAAUHHH," Debra grunted out, feeling something heavy and hard goose her behind. 

"Spread your legs," Kevin calmly ordered, reaching down with his free hand to help push Debra's quivering thighs apart. 

With an adequate passageway now created, Kevin tilted the dildo lower and snaked its veiny girth between Debra's asscheeks, under the crack of her ass until its gigantic head was speared straight up against the liquofied opening of her gushing vagina. 

"ARRGGAAAHHH... what's that?" Debra weakly moaned. 

"Look down," Kevin said gently into the woman's left ear. 

When she did, all the air seemingly went out of the married school teacher's petite frame. 

"OH... GOD... GOD NO... THAT'S... NO... I CAN'T HANDLE IT NOW... PLEASE DON'T USE THAT THING ON ME... PLEASE... NO," Debra cringed, rubbing the tears out of her eyes with her raised left arm as it appeared an angry purple serpent was preparing to invade her womb. 

"You fucking Asshole," Debra mumbled weakly, the tendons in her short arms flexing desperately to keep hold of the overhead coat rack. 

With the dildo held firmly in his right hand, Kevin reached around with his left to help guide the head of Debra's obscene toy directly between the hairy lips of her tight snatch. 

"OOOHH... OOHH," Debra muttered shakily as the teenager filled her sex with stark and seething determination. 

Sadistically enjoying the way he was making the tiny woman's legs mercilessly quiver as he impaled her with her own fake dick, Kevin bent down behind the naked woman and crudely clenched his teeth into the soft, stinging flesh of Debra's harshly spanked ass. 

"UUGGGHHAAAHH," Debra spasmed, her body now seemingly twisting in the wind as the hulking youngster had his way with her. 

"Yeah... I bet your preacher Daddy would smack the shit out of you if he knew what a filthy closet slut his little girl turned out to be," Kevin angrily hissed up to the older woman after removing his teeth from her asscheek. 

As Kevin speed up the internal thrusts of the embedded dildo, Debra's low guttural moan intensified until she was literally snorting vociferously through her mouth and her nose. 

Knowing the rubber dick was now inside Debra's snatch as far as it could go, Kevin removed his guiding left hand away from the teacher's greasy slit knowing Debra's tight vaginal walls would hold the phallus snug. Using his free hand, Kevin flexed his fingers up slightly inside the murky outer mess of Debra's oily pubic area and tapped his fingertips roughly over the married woman's unsheathed clitoris. 

"OHHHNNNOOO... NOT THERE... NNNOOO... SSTTAA... SSSTTAAAA... FFEELLZZZZZ... TTTOO... GGGOOODDDAAAHHH," Debra moaned truthfully before being able to catch herself. 

"Feels to... what? "Kevin growled, before taking another cruel bite out of Debra's warm, shivering behind. "Feels to good... is that what you said?"

"Nooo... don't touch me there... please... can't stop... can't... stop," Debra winced with breathless paralysis. 

With his mouth torturing the same sore area of Debra's ass that he had just spanked at the same time he savagely fucked her cunt with a dildo and ravaged her clit with his left hand, Kevin could literally feel the woman's body beginning to tear away from the overhead coat rack when the inevitable concussions of Debra's dreadful orgasm overtook her. Standing back when the naked teacher's entire body seemed to become possessed by the devil, Kevin watched in amazement as Debra's frame toppled straight down into a heap on the floor, nearly passed out of her hands and knees at his unflinching feet. 

"Did you cum, Bitch?" Kevin hastily snickered as he swung his right foot up into the air before dropping it down on the other side of Debra's jumbled mass, standing above her like an imposing and powerful God. 

Looking down at the dildo still tightly wedged inside Debra's still constricting pussy, Kevin waited a few moments before reaching down and removing the greasy phallus from the married woman's snatch. 

After pulling out the embedded toy, Kevin inspected it closely for several seconds before raising up to Debra's convulsing shoulders and tickling it down the length of her pale back, trailing a series of clear white streams of her own arousal down from her neck, across her spine and all the way back down to her glowing ass. 

Reaching over Debra's head with his left hand, Kevin cupped the older woman by her saliva streaked chin and pulled her head backwards, far enough so that he could guide the dildo in his right hand over her forehead before bouncing it lewdly against Debra's ashen and exhausted face. 

"You know what," Kevin gleamed, "After seeing all this... I am a little turned on... maybe I will fuck you after all. "

"N... n... n... no," Debra whispered quietly. "I've never cheated on my husband... I've never been with another man... I'd never be able to forgive myself... please... don't... "

"HUH," Kevin laughed back, watching the exquisite way Debra's lungs caused her sides to expand and contract each time she made a desperate gasp for fresh air. "Hell Bitch... after watching the way your husband blew his load when you were talking about fucking all those jackasses on the football team on that videotape... I bet he'd be pumping that little dick of his for all it was worth if he was sitting right there watching you on your knees right now with me standing on top of you. "

All Debra could manage to do was burst into tears when Kevin's brutally truthful comments rained down on top of her. 

"God... please forgive me... and save me," Debra prayed to herself as the vibrations of Kevin shifting his weight on the motel room floor caused her to ball into a modified fetal position. 

* * * * *

Kevin hadn't even consciously considered the thought of fucking the older woman when he originally hatched the plan to lure Debra to the motel room. It wasn't until he had gotten her there and saw for himself how he had reduced the conservative Christian Wife and Mother into nothing more than a whithering and naked mass at his feet, that the mighty erection that was swinging through the air in front of his crotch caught his attention. 

Backing up a few steps, Kevin made his way over to his duffel bag and grabbed the cum stained Stallings' family photo that he had spunked all over the day he broke into the couple's home. 

Slipping back up to Debra's left side, Kevin sat the crusted, smeared and stained portrait down beside the dumbfounded woman's sweaty face. 

"What a wholesome family portrait huh... take a look at it woman... picture of the American dream ain't it?" Kevin taunted as he freely stroked his cock above the married woman's cowering weight. 

"Look at it, Slut... why don't you give your husband a nice big kiss," Kevin commanded as he held the jism-strewn picture less than 6 inches from Debra's left cheek. 

Debra's eyes subtly shifted to the left and she winced immediately after seeing the soiled picture of her and her husband, dressed up on their Sunday best, with streak after streak of crusted semen blotting out the image. 

"It might be a little dirty there... I kinda lost control of myself the day I snuck into your house... but I think you recognize everyone in the picture... I didn't get that much spunk on your husband's face... I mainly tried covering you... it kinda bled that way a little though... why don't you just pucker up and give the only man in your life a nice big, wet kiss... come on... I bet he'd get one hell of a hard on if he knew what kind of position his dear sweet loving wife was in right now!"

Debra remained bravely still despite Kevin's blunt insistence that she kiss the picture, but was unable to deny his sordid request when he physically pushed the cumsplattered photo right up to her face, pressing the glossy framed portrait directly against Debra's wretching lips. 

"I... arrgghhh," Debra gurgled, repulsed by the sheer and demented perversity of being forced to kiss the defamed and defaced picture of her and her husband. 

Debra's attention was so consumed by her desperate attempts to detach herself from the torturous images and feelings swirling around her, she was totally unaware that Kevin had positioned himself on his knees behind her raised ass and was aiming his rigid monster straight for the same gaping hole that he had drudged out with the purple dildo minutes earlier. 

"OOHHHSSSHHIITTTT," Debra bitterly spat out when Kevin forced his cock easily into her overly prepped womb. 

Once he was inside Debra's cunt, Kevin leaned to his left and grabbed the cum crusted picture of the couple and held it right in front of the married woman's cringing face as he began roughly pounding away inside of her. 

"UMM... UUMMM... UUMMMMMM... UUMMMM," Debra helplessly grunted as her body began to quake to its foundation. 

"I bet your cuckold wannabe Husband's dick ain't even half the size of mine is it?" Kevin growled. "I can tell from how tight your pussy was before I ripped it open all the way with that messy dildo of yours that your little limp dick spouse don't come anywhere near splitting you open... maybe that's why he dreams about letting you fuck all those big-dicked football players... and maybe that's why you dream about it too... How does it feel right now to have your cunt full of something alive and really really big, Bitch?"

"DDDAAMMMNNNIIITTTT," Debra shrieked as Kevin pressed his full weight down on top of her. 

Wrapping both his hands around each of Debra's quivering collarbones, Kevin forced the married woman's entire upper torso backwards against his churning crotch until Debra's tiny and naked body was shivering wildly on the floor. 

"MMMPPPHH... YYYEEAAHHHH... FUCK IT BITCH," Kevin snarled down to Debra as the sound of smacking flesh sizzled through very square inch of the room. 

Clearly sensing the ultimate control a man could have over a woman, Kevin tightened his grip on Debra's left shoulder with his left hand as he reached for the sloppy purple dildo laying on the floor with to his right. 

Taking the saturated phallic piece of rubber between his fingers, Kevin raised it up and dangled it between Debra's jerking shoulder blades. Laughing down at the sight of the stripped and demeaned woman on her knees in front of him, Kevin frantically sped up his fucking motions as he rubbed the dildo up and down the length of Debra's sweaty spinal column. 

Kevin could feel his rock solid thighs cause Debra's entire frame to shudder each time he slammed his powerful girth forward until the married woman's arms totally gave way and she collapsed chest first to the floor. 

"That too much for ya?" Kevin wickedly coughed as he bounced Debra's own dildo against the back of her gyrating head. 




The Fruits of Indifference Ch. 7



Lifting his left hand up to the back of Debra's head, Kevin closed his grip into a fist around the matted strands of Debra's dark hair, in the process pulling her head far enough backwards so that he could see her tightly clenched eyes and gasping mouth. Guiding the dildo in his right hand over Debra's bent back forehead, Kevin swung it like a lewd pendulum in front of her shel-lshocked face until a supremely wicked idea sparked in his head. 

"Open your mouth... HEY BITCH... I SAID OPEN YOUR MOUTH!" Kevin snarled as he kept up the relentless assault on the collapsed woman's pussy. 

Too overmatched to fend off Kevin's demands, Debra blindly opened her mouth without any comprehention of what the sadisitc teenager was about to do. As soon as Debra's lips parted, Kevin didn't waste a moment before tilting the head of the dildo forward and shoving it straight into the unsuspecting woman's mouth. 

"BLLUURRBBBPPAAHH," Debra choked out, sounding if she suddenly had swallowed a mouth full of marbles. 

Desperate for oxygen from the brutal drilling she was receiving in her gushing quim, Debra was forced to spastically breathe through her flared nostrils because her mouth had become stuffed with her own cum smeared dildo. 

With the gawdy rubber appendage firmly embedded inside the older woman's mouth, Kevin eased his hand off the dildo's base and returned all ten of his fingers to the sweaty and shivering mass of Debra's lilly white asscheeks. 

Pressing his fingers roughly into the pale skin of Debra's behind, Kevin shook his head with lurid amazement, seeing the way the half swallowed foot-long dildo bounced around freely as it hung from Debra's lips, dancing wildly in her mouth each time he cruelly slammed his manhood into the naked teacher's buttery womb. 

Casting his gaze curiously to the mirror on the far right wall of the room, Kevin watched with pure amazement as his cock rapidly drilled the teacher's now flattened rear end at the same time the dildo continued to shake obscenely in her mouth, giving it the graphic appearance of a fat purple snake trying to slither its way down the helpless woman's throat. 

Squeezing Debra's asscheeks as hard as he could, as he built up the rhythm to bust his nut, Kevin worked his knees to the inside of Debra's flailing legs and forced them apart. With the married woman now face down and spread eagle on the unvaccuumed carpet, Kevin collapsed his full weight down on top of Debra's back until his mouth was positioned right beside her beet red ear. 

"Suck hard on that fake dick, Bitch... I've got you for the rest of the night and trust me... you'll be suckin' on the real thing a bunch before you go home and kiss your husband and kids," Kevin promised. "After I shoot my cum up your pussy... I'm gonna lay back there on that bed and relax a little... and you know what... your gonna crawl over to the edge of the bed on your hands and knees and your gonna suck my dick until it gets hard and then I'm gonna fuck you with it all over again... and you know what... the whole time your gonna feel all my sperm swimming inside that married womb of yours... and I'm not gonna let you go wash it out... Hell... maybe you'll just go home in the morning and let your husband lick the shit out... that seems like something he could get into!"

Seeing a shimmering tear drip out of Debra's left eye, Kevin knew what he had told the older woman had completely and disgustingly sunk in. Reaching over Debra's right shoulder with his right hand, Kevin wrapped his fingers around the shaft of the half swallowed dildo and gave it a series of cruel screwing twists until the phallus had driven two more inches down the beaten woman's gullet. 

Feeling Debra's body jerk madly under his body each time he drove the dildo in further was the triggering mechanism Kevin needed to push his raging libido over the edge. In an instant, Kevin's swollen balls exploding in a frightening rush, emptying every ounce of his molten seed into the married woman's inflamed womb. 

Fucking her as hard as humanly possible, it appeared as if Kevin was trying to nail Debra's cervix to the floor below as he drained every bit of stored lust and anger in his body and mind straight into the teacher's sexual essence. 

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Pulling his way carefully out of Debra's overwhelmed genitals, it felt as if the woman's cunt muscles had put a choke hold on his embedded prick as he tried dismounting her. Once he was finally able to free his spent erection, Kevin wearily worked his way back to his feet. Standing directly above Debra's withered and catatonic frame for nearly a minute to survey his work, Kevin eventually retreated backwards and collapsed down on the mattress behind him. 

"Roll over and get on your knees," Kevin commanded, lighting a cigarette in the process. "Get on your knees and crawl your ass over here so you can clean all this mess off my cock... and keep that dildo swinging between your lips on your way across the room... looks just like a pacifier in your mouth, Mrs. Stallings. "

Several moments later, Debra in fact pushed herself off her belly so that she could support her shaken weight on her hands and knees, just as her blackmailer had ordered. Keeping the wrist thick dildo in her mouth as Kevin had demanded, Debra gulped defeatedly and started the long crawling trek across the room, to the bed where Kevin's outstretched legs awaited... 

The End... Thanks for sticking with the story all the way through!!