Motherfucker - Chapter Three
"I thought you guys were breaking up?" Chris said from the backseat of my car, an old Honda Accord that I'd worked off over the previous summer.
It wasn't a really cool car, not at all, but it was mine and I even paid the insurance, although I was covered on Dad's policy. Still, I felt proud of it anyway, and so I didn't usually mind giving my friends a ride when they needed one. Like Chris and his girlfriend, Ginny, who were on their way to her house after school. I wondered if she had any idea her boyfriend had fucked my girlfriend and my knuckles were white around the steering wheel.
"Yeah," Ginny chimed in. "I heard you guys had a big fight in the library."
"Nope!" Wendy said, sitting beside me in the passenger seat. "Just a little misunderstanding."
"So you kissed and made-up, huh?" Chris laughed and I really wanted to punch him.
"We're gonna do more than that!" Wendy giggled, reaching for my arm and leaning as close to me as the seatbelt would allow.
I mostly ignored her and found myself looking at Ginny in the rearview mirror. She sat in the middle of the backseat, wanting to be closer to Chris as he sat behind me. I could see her face just fine in the mirror and I wouldn't call her ugly or anything, but Ginny wasn't pretty either. She had sort of dull brown hair, brushed and styled sorta, but nothing like Wendy's thick mane of wild black hair. My girlfriend looked like a gypsy and that's what her favorite Halloween costume was, by the way. Wendy made an awesome gypsy and she had the sexy outfit and little cymbals for her fingers and a bandana thing for her hair and…
Fuck! I still loved her.
I had to pretend I didn't though. I had to act like Wendy meant nothing to me until someday when I least expected it, I'd wake up to find that she really didn't…and then…I had no idea. I'd be really sad probably.
So I looked at Ginny in the mirror, practically staring at the girl while I drove, and after a minute or two she noticed. The girl happened to catch my eyes reflected in the mirror and she'd been whispering something to Chris, but she stumbled and stuttered for just a second before regaining her composure. Wendy hadn't noticed and Chris was a dope anyway. I couldn't believe Wendy had let him fuck her! So he didn't pay any attention when Ginny's hazel eyes went back to the mirror and I saw her cheeks turning pink as she smiled self-consciously.
A lot of girls found me attractive. I knew it and I suppose it's the reason Wendy and me had started dating in the first place. I'd never give a girl like Ginny a second look because I knew I could score a really hot girlfriend, you know? It isn't good or bad and I never really thought about it because that's just the way it is in high school. And everywhere else too, probably. But now I was taking a second look and Ginny wasn't so bad.
She just needed to change her hair and get some nicer clothes. Maybe lose like ten pounds or something, because she was sorta big, but not really fat. She had nice tits anyway. Some serious melons on that girl and her ass looked nice enough, so maybe not even ten pounds. Ginny just had to get rid of that little belly she had, that's all, but I'd fuck her anyway. I'd do it just to know I'd laid some pipe in Chris' girlfriend and that would be some good payback, I figured.
Especially after I told him all about it.
I'd fuck every girl in school if I had to, I thought, smiling as a plan started coming together in my head. Not every guy who'd fucked my girlfriend had one of their own, but a lot of them did. Heck, a lot of them had little sisters too. Randy Hanson had a sister in eighth grade. Fuck was her name? I couldn't remember, but I'd seen her and remembered how she giggled shyly and followed me around the fair the previous August. She'd been pretty cute for a little 13-year-old rugrat and if Randy had popped Wendy's cherry? I could sure pop his little sister's, right?"
Payback's a bitch.
And the best part was that I wouldn't have to take no for an answer, would I? Wendy had taught me that. A girl only says no because she wants to be taken by a man. She wants to know how badly he needs to fuck her. How he'll do anything to get his cock inside her horny hole. Oh yeah. Wendy had explained that to me all right and I'd been paying attention. No doesn't mean no, it just means stop asking and do it!
"Hi." I said without actually making the sound, just mouthing the word at Ginny's reflection.
She rewarded me with wide eyes and a shy smile, glancing at Chris before mouthing her own silent, "Hi!"
That's all it would take, I figured. I never claimed to be an expert on women, not hardly, but I had pretty good instincts anyway…my experience with Wendy notwithstanding…and that one secret shared between our reflections would get me everything I wanted eventually. I just had to be patient and let Ginny come to me. That's the other thing Wendy had taught me – Girls are basically evil and Ginny would cheat on Chris in a heartbeat if she thought she could do better than him.
Or even if Ginny only imagined it would be kinda funny to fuck his best friend, I thought with a smile for Wendy. She just hugged my arm that much tighter, pulling my right hand to her bare left thigh as she smiled back. What a bitch! I wondered if she'd stop me if I slid my hand higher, under her cheer skirt and towards her shorts. Probably, I figured, and probably that's what she expected me to do now that we were all lovey dovey again. So I didn't try anything. I just stroked Wendy's silken skin and tried to remember that I wasn't supposed to love her.
"Thanks for the ride, man," Chris said ten minutes later as I pulled to a stop in front of Ginny's house.
She got out of the car and came around to the driver's window, my window, and bent over at the waist to thank me personally.
"Thanks for driving me home, Jimmy," Ginny said, pulling some brown hair out of her eyes and I could see down her blouse. The girl's ripe tits were hanging heavily against her bra and she had a nice pair, like I said.
"Anytime, Gin." I smiled back at her. "Just give me a call if you ever need another one."
"Okay!" She giggled and waved, ignoring Wendy completely.
"What a retard!" my girlfriend snorted after we'd pulled away from the curb. "God! Tell them to take the bus next time."
I didn't say anything to that, knowing Wendy had gotten the same view as me and hadn't appreciated Ginny's flirting at all. I was surprised Wendy hadn't called the girl a slut, but I supposed her hypocrisy did have limits. Maybe Wendy even had a conscience lurking somewhere in the bottom of an old purse buried inside her closet under a heap of dirty clothes. Wouldn't that be something?
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"Where are we going?" Wendy asked, looking out the window and frowning.
"Your house," I replied, although it should have been obvious and I suppose she just wanted to make a point.
"I don't want to go to my house!" she said. "Turn around. We're going to your place."
"My dad's working until six," I told her. "What are you gonna do, watch TV for three hours?"
"Oh! Ha-ha…very funny." Wendy rolled her eyes. "No, you know what I want to do, Jimmy."
She wanted to hug my arm again and I ignored her this time. We didn't have a captive audience in the backseat to impress. I needed the practice anyway since every fiber of my being wanted to throw the car in park, take Wendy in my arms, and kiss her. I wanted to love her so badly and I couldn't, but I did, except I didn't want to. I had to find a bridge and jump, that's what I really wanted to do. After I kissed her.
"Come on," she purred, rubbing my shoulder and down my arm. "You know I didn't mean all that stuff I said this morning, right?"
"What stuff?" I asked innocently.
"About how I'd never have sex with you," she sighed. "I want to do it right now."
"Hmmm…" I shrugged as if I didn't care.
"I always did, even if you don't believe me," Wendy said. "I can prove it too, you'll see. I won't say no anymore, I promise."
Wendy sat back and lifted her butt off the seat long enough to push her cheer shorts down her long legs. They were red like her skirt and I had no idea what she might have been wearing underneath, but I soon found out when Wendy spread her thighs, pulling her skirt out of the way so I could see her neatly trimmed sex. She had dark public hair, but only a thin strip of it just above her slit. I tried not to stare, but I'd never seen her pussy before and it looked as perfectly beautiful as the rest of her.
"You can do anything you want to me, Jimmy," she whispered, tossing her shorts over her shoulder. "You can lick me or dick me, suck me or fuck me…Do you wanna tie me up?"
"Uhhh…" I swallowed hard and stared at the road, but my eyes were drawn back to Wendy's pink vulva as she began to slide her long middle finger between her pussy lips.
"You can tie me down and spank me," she sighed. "I know I was bad. You can make me cry. I deserve it. Don't you want to punish me?"
SLAP!
I blinked as Wendy suddenly spanked her vulnerable sex. Hard too! She'd spanked her cunt and I almost swerved into a FedEx truck parked in front of somebody's house.
"Ohhhh…" she breathed, rubbing her pussy and nodding her head. "See? I like it. I never let anyone spank my pussy before. You can be the first. Spank it for all those other cocks I fucked, Jimmy. Spank it hard, okay?"
"You're crazy," I whispered, looking between Wendy's lust glazed eyes and her now obviously moist pussy. I could smell her juices and see her labia glisten with excitement.
"Kinda." She giggled. "I just want you to love me. I want you to forgive me, that's all. I deserve to be punished."
"Yeah, you do," I agreed, feeling my heart racing and I found it almost impossible to stay under the speed limit.
We drove past Wendy's house doing forty in a thirty zone and if I got pulled over, this was gonna be real embarrassing! I wasn't sure how or when or even if I'd changed my mind about dropping Wendy off at her house, but I didn't stop. I took the next left, squealing the tires on the asphalt, and forced myself to lift my foot off the accelerator. There were a lot of kids coming home from school and a ticket I could live with, but…Fuck! Why wouldn't she leave me alone!
I glanced at Wendy's pussy again, helpless to avoid it, and she had her middle finger inside. The girl was jilling off while she sat there, watching me as I tried to get us home safely. Her other hand played with her tits through the golden cheer top she wore. Wendy massaged her tits, squeezing them in time with the slow, steady pumping of her finger in her juicing hole. Her mouth was open and I could see her tongue, so small and pink, darting between her luscious lips as she gasped for air. The girl's thumb had found her clit and Wendy stroked that swollen bit of flesh until it pointed outward like a tiny cock at the top of her slit.
"Touch me?" Wendy asked in a soft voice I didn't think I'd ever heard from her before. "Please?"
She sounded like a little girl dying of something terrible. Not a whisper or even a breath, but something else. Like a shadow escaping her lips and falling onto my heart. I frowned and took another left and all the streets looked the same.
"I'm sorry," she said. "Just…touch me…here…feel me inside. Please?"
Wendy reached for my arm, taking me by the wrist and pulling my right hand off the steering wheel. She made soft sounds, tiny whimpers of pleasure as she turned slightly and pushed her sex towards me. My fingertips touched the swell of her mound, the softness of her curling pubic hair and the amazing warmth of her skin beneath. She'd pulled her finger from her sex and I could feel her hand wet with arousal as she guided my hand lower.
"See?" Wendy whispered. "It's okay now. I won't ever say no again. Feel me, Jimmy. I'm so hot for you."
I could barely breathe and my cock strained uncomfortably in my pants. My gut ached and I knew I couldn't trust her. Every word she spoke had to be a lie. Wendy was evil, I reminded myself, and we were only together because she'd blackmailed me. I'd tried to break up with her. I hated her. Wendy. I loved her so much it made me crazy and I felt her pussy beneath my fingers, warm and wet and inviting. She pushed my hand against her, forcing me to rub her cunt and feel the soft folds of her pussy yielding completely.
Wendy covered my hand with hers, curling my middle finger beneath her own and we entered together. Both of us were fingering the girl's slippery hole and I could feel her long, delicate finger stroking mine, sliding across the knuckles and joints as she urged me to fuck her pussy that way. My palm covered her clit and Wendy pressed her hand against mine, wanting to feel more pressure than I was giving her. I felt her clitoris stiff and hard beneath my skin and she'd gasp and jerk every time I'd push against that nub of sensitive flesh.
"Make me cum…Make me Cum…Make me cum…" Wendy kept repeating in time with her rapid breath, saying the words so quickly I could barely understand them.
We seemed to be drifting along the street as I didn't give the car any gas at all. I could barely watch the road and my foot hovered near the brake as I tried to remember that any second I might have to stop. I should have just pulled over, but I took another left instead. As long as I kept driving I couldn't kiss her. I couldn't fuck her. I couldn't trust her. The car would save me, that's how truly crazy I was just then. I wasn't even really fingering her, I told myself, Wendy had her finger next to mine and she was the one doing all the work. She pumped her pussy hard and fast while all I did was curl my finger inside her cunt and move it around slowly, wiggling the tip as if scratching the buttery walls of her cunt.
"Ohhh! Oh! Yes!" Wendy squealed, lifting her hips and squeezing my wrist so hard it almost hurt.
She was cumming and I could feel it inside, that odd quivering sensation of her pussy sucking on my finger. Wendy bounced around crazily, bending her back and putting her neck and head at such an angle I was afraid she'd break something. She reminded me of my mom sorta, except…more. I dunno. The whole thing kind of surprised me, especially when Wendy suddenly sat up and lunged towards me, throwing her arms around my neck and kissing my face while I tried to yank the car to the right and...Stop!
We hit the curb with a thud and I had both feet jamming the brake pedal to the floor as I pushed her away from me. I turned my head and avoided her lips. I wanted to kiss Wendy so badly I thought I was dying, but I just couldn't do it. All I could think about was how she'd cheated on me. The things she'd said that morning. The vision of her with my own father, fucking him the way she'd never fucked me. And now she wanted to make love? After slapping my face with the truth?
"What's wrong?" Wendy breathed, pawing at me with her hands, trying to get me to look at her. "I love you!"
"We're here," I told her, almost choking on the words because I didn't want to say them.
"What? Where?" She blinked and looked around as if she'd forgotten we were even in a car. "You brought me home?"
"Yeah," I whispered. "I'll see you at school."
"Jimmy!"
"Just…" I shook my head. "Get out, Wendy. Go home. I have to think about everything."
We sat in silence for a long half-minute while she waited for me to change my mind. I could feel Wendy's eyes and all that sexual energy had turned to something else.
"Oh yeah?" She pushed herself off me with a hard shove. "Well, don't think about it too hard, Motherfucker! Thanks for the ride! Jerk!"
Wendy slammed the car door shut so hard I thought she might shatter the window, but I guess they build that stuff pretty strong. She gave me dirty looks over her shoulder all the way across the front lawn too. I know because I had to watch her. Wendy's black hair seemed to swim through the air as the wind pulled it from her shoulders. Her pleated skirt moved left and right with her hips and ass, those long legs of hers…She moved like a cat, I swear. Wendy stalked away with all the grace of a panther losing a fresh kill, retiring to lick her wounded pride and plot her sweet revenge.
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"Man oh man oh man oh man…" I sighed, laying on my bed and holding Wendy's little red cheer shorts to my nose.
I hated myself for doing that. Sniffing a girl's panties? It seemed kinda retarded and they weren't even panties, but Wendy hadn't been wearing anything else, so…I could smell her. I could even taste her as I licked the nylon briefly and imagined I had my mouth on her cunt. My right hand held my cock tightly and I wasn't really jerking off, I was just sorta teasing myself.
Wendy had made my dick ache in the car and I needed to let my love muscle stretch, that's all. I wasn't going to wrap my girlfriend's shorts around my cock and jerk off…Was I? Oh yeah. Like I hadn't been getting enough sex. Between getting my first blowjob the night before and losing my virginity that very morning, and then getting my second blowjob from that faggot Kyle at school, now I had to jerk off with my slutty girlfriend's cheer shorts because I'd been too stupid to fuck her.
I could have just boned her and then dropped her off! What the hell had I been thinking about? Self-preservation mostly. A man can't live without self-respect and slipping my cock into the biggest slut at school just because she happens to be horny? It's supposed to be the other way around, isn't it? I felt torn by my desire and loathing, my love and anger for Wendy. I jerked off thinking about her with the guys I went to school with, fucking my best friends. I could see them in my head, pushing themselves between Wendy's widespread legs and sliding their cocks inside my girlfriend's eager cunt.
It wasn't me that I imagined while gripping my dick through the soft nylon of Wendy's shorts, but my friends. All of them gathered around the girl, taking their turns while I watched helplessly. They had their cocks out and while one of them would fuck her, Wendy would suck another and jerk off two more with her hands. And always her dark blue eyes were fixed on me, daring me to put a stop to it…or join in, or…something. But all I did was sit there and jerk off and watch her take another boy's hot cum inside her beautiful cunt.
"Shhh…" Mom's voice, and especially her touch, opened my eyes and yanked me out of my fantasy, if that's what it had been.
"Mom!" I gasped, feeling embarrassed the way any teenage boy would at getting caught masturbating naked on his bed.
"I came home early," she whispered, smiling beneath her blonde hair as she replaced my hand with hers.
"We can't…I should…Uh…" I stuttered and stammered and we hadn't had a chance to talk about what we'd done. I didn't even want to! I'd buried all thoughts of my mom deep and hadn't thought about her all day long, at least not like this!
"Did you miss me?" she wondered, kissing my chest and sliding Wendy's cheer shorts up and down my cock. She didn't seem to mind at all.
"I don't know," I told her honestly, knowing that probably wasn't what she wanted to hear, but Mom's bright blue eyes didn't waver from mine.
"I know," she sighed and kissed my left nipple. "It's so confusing, but I love you, Jimmy. All you have to do is remember that."
She squeezed my cock hard and bit my nipple gently between her teeth.
"I love you so much. I'll do anything for you," Mom whispered. "We have each other now, don't we?"
"Yeah," I breathed, watching as she dragged her tongue across my chest and flicked it across my right nipple before taking that dark nub between her lips.
"It's too late to go back," she sighed a moment later, after sucking and biting my chest and giving me a pink hickey around my nipple.
That had felt amazing for some reason and my hands were in her golden hair, long and luxurious like silk beneath my fingers. God! Mom looked so beautiful, even dressed for work in a conservative skirt and unbuttoned blazer, with a plain white blouse covering her bra and wonderfully large breasts. She worked at a bank as a loan officer and I could easily imagine the dozens of men she dealt with everyday fantasizing about her. Like my friends at school who would say the most outrageous things, wishing they were me just so they could be close to her.
If anyone found out that Mom and I were having sex…Shoot, we were having sex! I hadn't even admitted that to myself, not really, and as dumb as that sounds, it's true. I'd locked those thoughts away and refused to consider them. But now Mom pressed her body to mine, kissing my face as she let go of my cock and tossed Wendy's shorts to the floor.
"I need you," she whispered, smiling and even giggling breathlessly as she straddled my prone body on the bed, kneeling and towering over me like a goddess. I swallowed hard as Mom reached for her skirt and pulled it upward slowly, exposing her alabaster thighs an inch at a time. She teased me that way until I saw the shape of her sex, her plump vulva covered with soft blonde hair.
"Mom, um…maybe we shouldn't…" I started saying, but we both knew that we were beyond stopping. My cock lay stiff against my belly, oozing precum from the tip as Mom took it in her fist.
"I know," she told me, making a face and biting her bottom lip as she brought my cock to her naked pussy. "But it's too late for that…too…oh!…late…Yesssss…"
"Ugh!" I gasped as my cock stretched the mouth of her already moist pussy. Mom lowered herself slowly, gently engulfing the entire length of my prick with her tight, wet hole and I had a perfect view. I'd never seen anything more amazing in my life than the way her sexy mouth swallowed my cock completely.
"Fuck me…Fuck me, Jimmy…Mommy needs your cock…Ummm…" she moaned softly, urging me to fuck her and I did.
I held her hips while she sat upright on my dick, sliding up and down with her palms flat against my chest. Mom's eyes shone with lust and love, her smile warmed me all over and I'd seen it before, that look of pride she'd so often given me as a child. When I got an A on my homework or drew a picture she especially liked; when I'd learned how to ride a bike and swim and a thousand other little things…Mom had always been there to hug and kiss me and give me that special smile.
Now I'd learned to fuck and she'd taught me that too. I pulled her down as I lifted my hips, driving my cock deep to stretch her tender cunt. I found the very bottom of her sex and the dull sensation of touching the pillow of her cervix brought my mother to a sudden shuddering climax. We'd just started and I hadn't expected it at all, but Mom fell on me, pushing her tongue inside my mouth desperately as her pussy clasped itself around my cock with spasms of raw pleasure.
I came as well and it seemed like that must have been the shortest fuck in history, but we didn't care. Thirty seconds after getting my cock inside her, I held my mom tightly with my arms around her back and my cock spurting semen into the depths of her incestuous womb. I chased her tongue from my mouth into hers and Mom nursed on it like a small pink cock, teasing me with her tongue and offering low, guttural moans from deep in her throat.
"Ohhh…" Mom lifted her head and laughed lightly, red faced and giddy like me. "See? No lightning."
"Lightning?" I laughed, feeling my cock pulse slowly, weakly as the last of my orgasm leaked into my mother.
"God knows how much I love you, Jimmy," she said, but I couldn't tell if she was being serious or not. it sounded sort of crazy to me.
She slipped off me slowly and I just lay there, feeling somewhat guilty as Mom found Wendy's cheer shorts and started putting them on. She hadn't even taken off her shoes, I realized. Mom had fucked me fully dressed, except for her panties and I slowly figured out that she hadn't been wearing any. I wondered if she'd gone to work naked under her skirt or if she'd just taken them off before finding me in my bedroom.
"Not a bad fit, huh?" Mom giggled as she pulled the red shorts snug against her cum filled pussy and they weren't much more than oversized panties anyway.
"They, uh…look good on you," I offered, somewhat nervously.
I had no idea how I was supposed to act after having sex with my mom. Normal, whatever that meant, no longer seemed to exist in our world. Those shorts did fit her pretty good though, but Mom wasn't all that much larger than Wendy anyway. A little taller maybe and Mom definitely had bigger tits, but they shared the same sender build and flat tummies, round hips and perfect heart-shaped asses. My mom, as my friends had tried to tell me, was every bit as hot as my girlfriend and now I could finally admit it.
"Thank you," Mom replied happily, pulling her skirt back down and smoothing it, fixing her rumpled blouse and blazer.
The color in her cheeks wouldn't fade though and her hair was unkempt and wild and she looked incredibly sexy. Like she'd just been fucked, I told myself with a confused ache in my gut. I'd just fucked my mom…again…and my cock was still hard. I wanted her again, despite the guilt and nervousness I felt, the odd feeling that the world had fallen off axis somehow. I wanted to make love to her one more time. For a long time too, a lot longer than thirty seconds! And that thought made me suddenly afraid that maybe Mom thought I was still a little kid or something. I wanted to impress her, you know? But I didn't want to act like a jerk either and I didn't know what to do.
"Are you alright?" Mom asked with a look of concern clouding her beautiful face. "What's wrong?"
"I'm, uh…okay," I said, smiling nervously and wondering if I shouldn't at least try to cover up my sticky cum-covered cock. "I just…"
"I know this is a little…different," she sighed, and sat down on the edge of my bed. "We'll figure it out though, right?"
"Yeah," I nodded as Mom's tender hand rubbed my chest.
"Are you worried about your father?"
"Ummm…" I blinked at that because I'd sorta forgotten all about him.
"You don't have to, Jimmy," she promised with a scrunch of her nose. "He won't come between us as long as he has Wendy."
"Oh."
"I know you love her and I'm sure she'll make a wonderful wife and mother," Mom told me without a hint of humor, "but she's a slut and always will be."
"I know."
"That's why I'm going to take care of you from now on," she whispered, smiling and leaning down to kiss me. "Just like I always have, Jimmy. I love you more than anything else in the world, remember?"
"Yeah, Mom," I agreed and she'd told me that many times over the years and I'd always believed her. "I love you too."
"I know you do." She giggled into my mouth as her hand slid lower to find my erection. "A mother can always tell."