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Authors name: Filthy Fiction (filthyfiction@hotmail.com)
Story title : Harper Valley USA - The Car Wash

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Harper Valley USA - 5 The Car Wash (Fm, Mf+, ff, inc, 
reluc, ped, rough)
By Filthy Fiction (filthyfiction@hotmail.com)

***

This is the fifth chapter of what will be a continuing 
series depicting the melodramatic sexual adventures of a 
typical suburban family. For those who enjoy pantyhose 
stories, this series will focus heavily (though, not 
totally) on that particular fetish, as well as the 
obvious incest themes. Each chapter will be written 
predominantly from the point of view of one member of the 
family.

***

Disclaimer: The following story is a work of fiction 
containing graphic descriptions of sexual acts between 
adults and minors. While all of the sex depicted is 
consensual, the author does not intend to promote incest 
or sexual relations with underage children. The story is 
written purely for entertainment purposes only. Those who 
are offended by such material are strongly encouraged not 
to read this.

This is the fifth chapter of what will be a continuing 
series depicting the melodramatic sexual adventures of a 
typical suburban family. For those who enjoy pantyhose 
stories, this series will focus heavily (though, not 
totally) on that particular fetish, as well as the 
obvious incest themes.

Each chapter will be written predominantly from the point 
of view of one member of the family.

We hope you enjoy it. Please send your comments and 
suggestions.

Your friends at Filthy Fiction... 

Story codes: (M/+f, f/f, F/m, inc, family, teen, rough, 
reluc, blackmail, pantyhose, cum, anal, rim, oral, voy, 
exh, bi, slow, plot, cons, rom)


Harper Valley USA
By Filthy Fiction

Chapter Five


The Car Wash


It was Jonathan's idea to send Tiffany down to make small 
talk with Ashley and the girls awaiting them outside. 
Shannon shuffled into the bathroom to quickly tidy up and 
mentally pull herself together. She slid out of her 
moist, tattered blue pantyhose and slung them over the 
shower rod. Jonathan quietly appeared beside her.

"Hey," Shannon said, facing the mirror as she powdered 
her glistening face. Her glowing smile warmly welcomed 
him as her hazel eyes opened with the bright exuberance 
of a young girl freshly fucked. "God, Johnny," she said, 
still trembling. "You really know how to fuck. That was 
unbelievable."

Jonathan blushed. Her freshly worn pantyhose caught his 
immediate attention. Without saying a word, he reached up 
and slowly slid them down. He took the soft pantyhose and 
blissfully smoothed them alongside of his cheek. Shannon 
paused as she awkwardly wavered between casually glancing 
over her shoulder or quietly pretending not to notice. 

With humble eyes, Jonathan turned to Shannon and 
whispered, "Would you mind if I keep these?"

Shannon blinked. For once, she seemed at a loss for 
words. "Uh," she paused. "Sure, I guess so. I mean, if 
they're that important to you."

Jonathan slowly nodded. "They are," he told her. "I'd 
like to keep them. That way, I'll never forget."

Shannon sighed. She leaned over and kissed him on the 
cheek. As she leaned back, she smiled once more and 
warmly answered, "That's very sweet." She held the 
thought for a second and then looked him squarely in the 
eyes. "But honestly," she added, "if you were worried 
that I might never let you fuck me again, then I've got 
news for you." She reached over and gently palmed the 
ever-present bulge in his shorts. "I want this cock back 
inside me...and I mean soon." She gently squeezed.

The thought alone made Jonathan feel like bending her ass 
over the sink right then and there. Still, with his 
sister and her friends waiting downstairs, he realized 
they would both have to wait for a better time. He 
lovingly caressed the comforting fabric between his 
tightly wrapped fingers, before carefully stashing them 
in his pocket. 

"We'd better go," he said. Shannon followed as Jonathan 
exited the bathroom. She slipped on the stretchy white 
bottom of her bikini, then re-wrapped the silky purple 
sarong around her hips. She stepped into a pair of simple 
black flip-flops and led Jonathan back downstairs.

While Shannon and Jonathan shared their intimate moment, 
Tiffany hustled down to keep Ashley and the other girls 
busy. Ashley sat behind the wheel. Danielle always rode 
shotgun. Naomi sat alone in the back seat. Tiffany 
climbed in and slid beside her. 

Naomi's family was from Japan. They had just moved to 
Cedar Springs from Seattle two years before. Being one of 
the few Asian families in town, Tiffany felt she should 
do her part to make the new girl feel welcome. They often 
studied in the library and ate lunch together. Tiffany 
would always bring her to all the cool parties. 
Naturally, being seen with someone of Tiffany's caliber 
also brought plenty of attention to the genial, fair-
skinned and raven-haired beauty herself.

"Damn, Tiff," said Naomi, scanning Tiffany up and down. 
"That bikini looks hot." Tiffany smiled, scooted over and 
gave Naomi a brief hug. 

"You think so?" Tiffany said, with an insecure whine. 
"You don't think it's too small?"

"No," Naomi laughed. "I just think your boobs are getting 
too big."

Tiffany laughed, taking Naomi's friendly joke as the 
compliment it was intended. She greeted Ashley with a 
mild hello, then waved to Danielle who was busy checking 
her hair and make-up in the overhead mirror.
 
Ashley Summers was the epicenter of this particular 
suburban teen universe. All the boys dreamed about having 
her, while all the girls dreamed about being her. That 
is, all the girls except Tiffany Harper. 

Tiffany made little effort to hide her opinion that 
Ashley was a phony. Her big, poofy, air-blown hair was 
naturally light brown, but Ashley bleached it a gaudy 
platinum blonde. She never left the house without 
anything less than full make-up. Her parents had paid for 
a whole host of cosmetic surgeries on everything, 
including her nose, her lips and, most obviously, her 
tits, which Tiffany referred to as `the silicone shelf.'

Ashley's main partner-in-crime was the fetching Danielle 
Moriarty, a wispy, long-stemmed beauty with clear olive 
skin and short cinnamon-brown hair cropped beneath her 
ears and streaked with blonde highlights that glittered 
like gold dust around her narrow face and haunting green 
eyes. Danielle worked as a part-time fashion model. She 
had obvious (and constantly mentioned) aspirations of 
leaving the small town to work the runways of Paris, 
Milan and New York. Her short list of professional 
credits had already given her an air of superiority. She 
was more used to men staring at her than even Ashley was, 
which perhaps made her an even bigger snob. 

Tiffany didn't care much for Danielle either. She seemed 
to enjoy going out of her way to make everyone around her 
feel inferior.

As Shannon and Jonathan dallied upstairs, Tiffany did her 
best to make small talk with Ashley and the others. 

"So," Tiffany said, leaning toward the driver's seat. 
"What's up with you and that guy from Bristol?" she 
asked, casually referring to the latest in a string of 
drinking-age frat boys, to whom the 17-year-old head 
cheerleader was usually attached.

Ashley shrugged and answered bluntly.

"I dumped his sorry ass," she said, in her typically smug 
tone. "He had a small cock and a small credit limit."

Tiffany joked along. "Hmm, I can't imagine which is 
worse," she said. "Does this mean you're available now?"

"Available?" Ashley wondered. "For what?"

"Nothing in particular," Tiffany answered evasively. "I 
just know someone you might want to meet."

"Really," said Ashley. Her interest piqued. "Is he 
local?"

"Well, yeah," Tiffany said. "But I wouldn't hold that 
against him."

"What school?" 

Tiffany cleared her throat and timidly whispered, 
"Madison."

Ashley began laughing. "What do you mean, Madison?" she 
said. "That's junior high!"

Tiffany found herself laughing, too. "I know," she said. 
"That's the funny thing about it. He's only thirteen."

Ashley laughed out loud. "Stop it," she said, slapping 
the steering wheel. "You're gonna make me pee."

"But I'm serious," said Tiffany, lowering her tone to 
hopefully disguise the nervousness in her fluttery voice. 
"What if I told you there was this really cute boy from 
Madison, smart, funny and good-looking, who really wanted 
a date with you? Would you do it, like, you know...if no 
one ever found out?"

Ashley wiped the tears from her eyes. She blinked once or 
twice and gave Tiffany a worried glance.

"You're really not kidding, are you?" Ashley said. 
"Jesus, Tiff, do you really think I could ever get that 
desperate?" She paused, holding her arms out conceitedly. 
"I mean, come on, Tiff. Look at me. I've got dates lined 
up until social security rolls in."

"Fine," Tiffany said. "Forget it. You're right. I'm being 
ridiculous. I just thought, well...nevermind."

"Thought what," said the bottle blonde. "You can't leave 
me hanging now. You brought this up."

"Well," Tiffany said, breathing to bolster her 
confidence. "Jill Robbins told me that you never back 
down from a challenge. She told me that one time she 
dared you to flash the teacher during wood shop and you 
did it."

"So," Ashley said, with a hard stare. "What are you 
saying, Tiff? Are you daring me to meet this boy?"

Tiffany held firm. She squared her shoulders and looked 
Ashley dead in the eye.

"Of course not," she calmly answered. "I mean, it's not 
like it would be any real challenge for you anyway. He's 
just a kid. I already know you're only interested in 
men."

Ashley lowered her voice and spoke pointedly. "Exactly," 
she said. "Strong, fully grown men. Not little boys."

As the girls talked, Shannon and Jonathan appeared on the 
front porch. Shannon was kind enough to help Jonathan 
carry his things to the car.

As Shannon climbed in, Ashley greeted her with a scornful 
sneer and a snide remark. 

"Nice of you to finally join us," she said. "What took 
you so long? Couldn't find any clean sheets to cover your 
big ass?"

"That's right," Shannon quickly retorted. "But I'll be 
happy to take it off whenever you're ready to kiss it."

Ashley smirked. As Jonathan got in, Danielle turned to 
Ashley with a hard frown. 

""Who invited him?" she said.

Shannon answered before Tiffany could speak. 

"I did," she said boldly. "My brother made other plans, 
so I asked Tiffany to bring Jonathan in case we need an 
extra pair of hands. Is that a problem?"

Ashley shrugged. "Whatever," she said, "as long as his 
cut comes out of your end."

Shannon and Tiffany looked at each other and rolled their 
eyes. 

"That won't be an issue," Shannon answered, before 
quickly changing the subject. "Hey, did you guys hear 
that Nick Randall broke up with Caitlin Stewart last 
night?"

"No way!" Naomi said. "Two weeks before homecoming?"

Shannon nodded. "Not only that. The rumor is he's 
screwing Lisa Garcia."

"Shut the fuck up," Danielle said. "Isn't her brother in 
a gang?"

"No way," Tiffany said. "Monica went out with Tony for 
like three weeks. He's not a bad guy. He's just been in a 
few fights."

"Yeah, exactly," Danielle continued. "I heard one guy 
called his sister a 'stupid Mexican bitch' and Tony beat 
the living shit out of him." She turned back to Shannon. 
"Are you sure it's true about her and Nick?"

"I don't know," Shannon said, with a shrug. "It's just a 
rumor."

"No, it isn't," Ashley said. The car went silent. "I know 
for a fact that Nick has already fucked her at least 
once."

"How would you know?" Tiffany said.

"Yeah," Danielle added. "Talk, bitch. Unless you want me 
to show a few people your before-and-after pictures."

Ashley bristled. Shannon covered her mouth, smothering a 
laugh. 

"Fine," Ashley said. "I'll talk. But if you want to play 
that game, I can always tell people how you let Josh 
Brody fuck you in the ass freshman year."

Danielle pressed her lips angrily. "If you ever did that, 
I'd have no choice but to slice your god damn throat. 
Besides, you know I was doing a lot of Ex back then, 
anyway."

Shannon snickered and muttered under her breath, "Still 
are."

Naomi chimed in anxiously. "So, come on, Ash," she begged 
impatiently. "Tell us what happened."

Ashley shifted into drive and started down the road as 
she began to explain. 

"We were all hanging out at Kevin's house about a week 
ago," she said. "Jill and Monica. Matt and Josh. All 
those guys. After they left, Lisa and I were still there 
hanging out. I had promised I would give her a ride home. 
Anyway, she was pretty wasted. Then, Nick just sort of 
pounced on her and they started making out. After a 
while, I kind of dozed off, but when I woke up, I 
couldn't find Nick, Lisa or Kevin anywhere. That's when I 
heard noises coming from Kevin's bedroom."

"No way!" Naomi said in total shock. "Don't even say it."

"I swear to God," Ashley said. "When I peeked into 
Kevin's room, all three of them were in there together. 
Lisa was on her hands and knees, getting screwed by Nick 
on one end, while Kevin got sucked off on the other."

Danielle frowned with disbelief. "I can't believe I'm 
just hearing about this."

Ashley shrugged. "She swore me to secrecy," she replied. 
"And as you can see, obviously my word isn't worth shit. 
Still, from what I hear, Nick really does like her. Kevin 
just wanted to get laid."

"Kevin is just a prick," Naomi said.

"Yeah," Shannon agreed. "It just happens to be a really 
big prick," she said, grinning. All the girls knowingly 
smiled at each other and started laughing.

After a short drive, the group arrived at their chosen 
location. The car wash was being held in a vacant lot 
behind the little strip mall on 16th and Catalina, just 
off Route 33. Everyone agreed this would be a prime 
location to lure in as many motorists as possible. The 
guy who owned the property did regular business with 
Tiffany's father, so he willingly agreed to let them use 
the facilities as a personal favor. When it came time to 
choosing a girl who would stand on the corner and draw 
attention, Ashley and Tiffany, were the only two 
candidates. They flipped a coin. Tiffany won. Ashley was 
elected to hold the sign.

Ashley had no complaints about Tiffany's decision. She 
preferred work that didn't force her to get her hands 
dirty. She also seemed quite confident, given her 
stunning appearance, that she was the best girl for the 
job. 

Her microscopic white string bikini was nothing but three 
little triangles, two on top, and one inverted below. The 
tiny strips of white cloth made a futile effort to cover 
her inflated chest, like two cotton slingshots stretched 
around a pair of sun-tanned bowling balls. To complete 
her invisible ensemble, she naturally wore a tall pair of 
white platform fuck-me pumps. 

With her long, fluffy, blinding yellow hair and the 
traffic-stopping size of her stiff, pylon-shaped 
headlights, she strutted back and forth like a veteran 
streetwalker, holding up a large cardboard sign that 
read, in big, bold letters: "Bikini Car Wash." Within 
five minutes, a dozen cars were lined up around the 
corner. Eager male drivers sat bumper to bumper, 
patiently waiting their turn.

First up, two flannel-shirt wearing construction workers 
in a late model Ford pick-up. The burly driver pointed 
out of his open window and stated in no uncertain terms 
that he wanted his truck done by "that hot little blonde 
and the cute Asian chick." Tiffany eagerly nodded and 
waved to him cheerfully. She set her hand on the small of 
Naomi's back and together they languidly strolled over 
wearing matching smiles. 

Naomi looked magnificent in her midnight blue bra top, 
with her creamy thighs completely exposed by a matching 
French-cut thong. Her sable hair spilled over her round 
shoulders like black oil. Her thin lips and subtle nose 
were wondrously offset by the feline mystique of her dark 
almond-shaped eyes. Her slinky walk was cat-like as well, 
shoulders swaying in sensuous rhythm with her seductively 
rolling hips. 

Naomi grabbed the water hose and judiciously sprinkled 
the sparkling water over her face and chest. She made 
sure her whole body was completely soaked, before even 
beginning to rinse off the rumbling vehicle.

As Naomi doused herself, Tiffany made a showy performance 
of peeling down her snug ass-squeezing white Capris. With 
her back turned, she listened as the men cheered, and 
could almost feel the heat of their lustful stares, as 
she bent over and wrestled the tight pants down to the 
ground.

With all the experience garnered by teasing her father 
and brother, Tiffany knew how to work her audience into a 
hot slobbering frenzy. Naomi wasn't as confident, but 
Tiffany helped her forget the crowd, as they chased each 
other with large, water-filled buckets and endlessly 
drenched their firm young bodies in cold foamy wetness. 

With Naomi and Tiffany already busy, Shannon and Jonathan 
grabbed Danielle and went to work on the next car in 
line. Danielle didn't appear quite as jovial and carefree 
as her fellow car washers. With her frequent sighs and 
constant pouting, she looked rather annoyed and 
disinterested by the whole thing. After thirty minutes, 
she was already complaining, while she and Shannon 
scrubbed down a gold Mercedes.
 
"God," she said, with a heavy sigh. "I haven't had to put 
up with this much physical labor since my mother gave 
birth."

Shannon mockingly puckered out her bottom lip. "Oh, you 
poor thing," she answered back. "C'mon, Danni," she 
added. "I know it doesn't pay like a fashion show, but 
you have to admit, so far these guys have been tipping 
pretty well."

Jonathan nodded. "Shannon's right," he said. "So far, I 
think we've already pulled in about a hundred bucks." 

Shannon tipped her head and lightly gestured toward 
Jonathan after hearing him confirm her point. "Like I 
said," she added, then smiling. "Besides, this is 
actually kind of fun."

"Yeah," Danielle smirked. "Kind of..."

"Well," Shannon replied facetiously. "For what it's 
worth, after today, I can finally stop accusing of you 
being a lazy prima donna."

Danielle leaned back, with hands on her hips, and 
affectedly tossed her breezy brown hair. "I am a lazy 
prima donna," she admitted. "But I still look good." She 
almost smiled. "Besides, I'm not really here to help, 
anyway. I'm just looking for a hot guy with a Porsche."

Shannon just shook her head and quietly rolled her eyes. 
She turned to see Tiffany walking back with a wad of cash 
in her hand. Naomi followed. The two men in the Ford 
pick-up had given them $20 dollars each. Their truck 
didn't look much cleaner, but they did drive away with 
some pretty big smiles on their faces. 

"Ooooh," Shannon said, as she snatched the money from 
Tiffany's hand and brought it up to her nose for a hearty 
sniff. "I love the smell of cold hard cash in the 
morning," she said. "Smells like...teen spirit."

Naomi laughed. Danielle kept sulking. Tiffany whispered a 
hair-raising proposition.

"You know, I've been thinking," she said. "What would you 
guys say if I told you there was a way we could easily 
triple the money we've made so far?"

"I'd say, keep talking," said Danielle.

"Yeah," Naomi said. "Let's hear it."

"Okay," Tiffany said. "Shannon, why don't you come stand 
over here and allow me to demonstrate?"

Shannon wasn't sure why she had been chosen, but she 
walked over and stood in front of Tiffany with a cautious 
look on her face. With no warning, Tiffany took the water 
hose and aimed it right at Shannon's chest. As she 
squeezed the trigger, icy cold water completely soaked 
her friend's little white half-shirt. Shannon's nipples 
jumped out hard as stone. Her soaking wet top was 
rendered all but see-through. She shrieked and then 
scurried behind Danielle, whom Tiffany showered with far 
less compassion. 

In typical fashion, Danielle refused to give Tiffany the 
benefit of an animated response. She let the frigid water 
slap every inch of her cold lifeless body, which she 
loftily presented in a strapless teal bikini. She then 
turned around, leaned forward and placed both hands on 
the slope of her butt. A downpour of cold water 
generously flowed over the humps of her compact derriere. 
A frenzy of howls and whistles instantly broke out as the 
male patrons vocally approved.

When Tiffany was done wetting down Shannon and Danielle, 
she turned and saw Ashley marching back to join the 
commotion. The platinum blonde had certainly done her 
part to drum up business. She clearly was not enthused 
about being left outside the spotlight. 

Meanwhile, Shannon and Naomi looked at each other 
anxiously as they realized what Tiffany had in mind.

"I don't know, Tiff," Shannon said cautiously. "Can't you 
get arrested for stuff like that?"

Tiffany smiled. As if on cue, she promptly unveiled her 
soft, pendulous, all natural C-cups. "Not if the cops are 
looking for a free show," she said, with a naughty 
jiggle.

Jonathan then strolled over with yet another generous 
handful of money from their last customer. 

"That's fifty more dollars from the guy in the gold 
Mercedes," he said. Then, he noticed Tiffany standing 
there topless. He looked over and saw Naomi staring at 
his sister as if she had sprouted antlers.

"Tiffany!" Naomi shouted. "What are you doing?"

"Really, Tiff," Danielle said. "Not in front of your 
brother."

"It's okay," Tiffany said. "He sees me naked all the 
time." She smiled. "Johnny, you're not embarrassed, are 
you?"

Jonathan looked her over. He then looked at all of her 
friends, who were all staring back at him.

"You know something, ladies," he said, flexing his 
eyebrows as he raised the crisp $50 bill and snapped it 
between his hands. "I think we've done enough screwing 
around. Let's make some real money."

In that moment, Jonathan took control. He walked over to 
each and every car and collected money from all those who 
wanted to stay and watch Tiffany and her four luscious 
friends put on a real show.

A guy in a red Mustang pulled up and said, "How much for 
the tall blonde to get naked?"

"Twenty bucks," Jonathan said. The money was quickly 
stuffed in his hand.

With no desire to be outdone by the likes of Tiffany 
Harper, Ashley walked over to the red Mustang and proudly 
stood by the driver's window. She turned, bent over and 
wiggled her round, spankable butt. She reached behind, 
undid the knot, then turned facing forward as she untied 
the knot around her neck. Gravity did the rest. She kept 
her arms by her sides and held her forearms around her 
belly, pushing her lofty breasts together as the wind 
blew her hair away from her face. 

"Looks good, doesn't it?" Jonathan said, like a seasoned 
pimp. "You want to see more?"

The man in the Mustang told him he wanted to see as much 
as possible. Jonathan whistled toward the other girls who 
were busy entertaining as well.

"Danielle!" He shouted. "Over here!"

The slim, long-legged beauty strutted provocatively, with 
her clear acrylic platforms clicking against the asphalt. 
She sauntered over and stood next to Ashley, glaring at 
Jonathan with callousness in her arrogant green eyes.

Unruffled, Jonathan looked at the man in the red Mustang 
and said bluntly, "Give me an extra thirty and these two 
will make out."

The money was quickly produced. Ashley smiled at 
Danielle. This wouldn't be the first time the two had 
kissed. Danielle wrapped her arms around Ashley's waist. 
Ashley squished her huge tits against Danielle's flatter 
chest. Their lips melded in a long series of slow, 
delicate kisses that grew wetter and steamier as their 
tongues slithered around each other's mouths.

"This is unbelievable," said the driver. "Dude, where did 
you find these girls?"

Jonathan just smiled and said, "They're friends of my 
sister."

"Your sister?" The man repeated. "You've got to be 
kidding me!"

"Nope," Jonathan said, pointing. "That's her over there. 
The short blonde in the yellow."

"Holy shit," the older man said. "I have to call one of 
my buddies. He's not gonna believe this." He looked up at 
Jonathan, as he dialed his cell phone and said, "You 
don't mind if I invite a friend down, do you?"

"Hey," the kid said. "As long as he brings plenty of 
cash, he's more than welcome."

As the man in the car waited for his friend to answer, 
Ashley bent over, slid through his open window and 
whispered not-so-innocently.

"So, do you still want your car washed?"

The driver looked up and shut his phone off. His gaping 
eyes openly wandered over Ashley's naked breasts.

"Honey," he said matter-of-factly. "Forget about that. 
Looking at you has my dick harder than a crowbar right 
now."

"Oh," she said, raising one eyebrow as she leaned her 
head to the side. "Were you hoping that Danni and I could 
maybe do something about that for you?"

"Hell yeah," he answered directly. "Name your price."
 
Jonathan cleared his throat. "Excuse me," he said 
intrusively. "But, uh, I handle all the negotiations 
here, sir."

"My name's Russ," he said. "And just who the hell are 
you?"

"That isn't important," Jonathan answered. "What is 
important is that you pay us up front? House rules."

Russ chuckled. "Well, isn't this some pretty horse shit," 
he said, shaking his head as he pulled out his wallet. 
"You kids had me going for a while with this car wash 
business." He leafed through a handful of hundred dollar 
bills. "But this is one pretty serious racket you've got 
going on here. I'll tell you what. Give you two hundred 
for both."

"Four hundred," Jonathan said.

The man gritted his teeth. He closed his eyes and tightly 
squeezed the money in his fist.

"Damn," he finally answered. "Three hundred. Final 
offer."

"Done," Jonathan said, as he planned to keep a hundred 
for himself. He reached forward, took the cash and then 
turned back to Ashley and Danielle. "Don't keep the 
customers waiting."

The snobby girls stood there with panic on their heavily 
made-up faces. Nervous glances darted back and forth. 
They never really expected things to go this far. Yet, 
both stubbornly refused to be the first to back down.

"All three of us won't fit in there," Ashley said, as if 
her simple observation might somehow change their plight.

"Of course not," Russ said. "Besides, I don't want those 
razor blades you call fingernails scratching up my 
leather seats anyway. I'll pull around behind the 
building and we can do it right back there."

Russ didn't hang around waiting for an answer. He revved 
up and wheeled off to the back of the mall, where he 
parked beside one of those huge brown garbage dumpsters.

Tiffany used Shannon and Naomi to keep the other men 
distracted, while Jonathan escorted his ladies to their 
first client. He told them that he would watch from a 
safe distance, just in case Russ got out of hand. 

Upon seeing Russ casually leaning against his car, with a 
lit cigarette burning from his mouth, Ashley was the 
first to cave.

"I can't do this," she relented anxiously. "I don't care 
about the money. This is crazy. We don't even know this 
guy."

"Oh, grow up," Danielle said. "You put out for money all 
the time. You just won't admit it to yourself. Your 
parents aren't the ones paying for all those clothes, 
that perfume and your jewelry. And I don't see you 
working after school either. So stop kidding yourself."

"Fuck you, Danni!" Ashley lashed back. "This isn't about 
money. So what if I like having boyfriends that can 
afford to buy me nice gifts. At least, I'm not the one 
getting so fucking wasted that I can't even remember 
having some guy's dick up my ass!"

Danielle growled. "I told you not to talk about that 
anymore!"

Jonathan intervened. "Girls, girls, come on," he said. 
"Enough squabbling. Don't make this harder than it needs 
to be. All you've got to do is go over there and get that 
guy's rocks off. It doesn't matter how you do it. He's 
already paid for it. Besides, he's probably so wound up 
already that he'll probably cum in like two seconds. At 
that point, your work is done."

Ashley quietly stared at him for a moment. "How old are 
you again?"

"Thirteen," he simply answered. "Fourteen in March. Why?"

"Just wondering," she said. She turned to Danielle. "You 
know he's right, don't you?"

"Of course, he is," Danielle said. "He's the only out 
here making any freakin' sense."

Ashley nodded. "Let's go show this guy our school 
spirit."

"Go team," Danielle said, with the biggest smile she'd 
shown all day.

As the two girls made their casual approach, Russ looked 
up, dropped his cigarette and squashed it under his boot.

"Now," he said, waving them over with his hand. "Come 
over here and show me what little girls are made of."

Ashley bravely slid up to his right side. She struggled 
to ignore the strong stench of Marlboro cigarettes 
wafting from his clothes.

"What would you like?" she purred temptingly.

Russ made no ceremony of yanking down his zipper. He 
reached in and hauled out his eagerly stiff cock.

"You can start by sucking on this fat hog."

Both girls glanced at each other and then promptly sank 
to their knees. They clearly preferred the idea of 
sucking his cock over bringing their lips anywhere near 
those filthy yellow-stained teeth in his sooty tobacco-
ridden mouth.

His so-called hog wasn't particularly impressive in 
either length or girth. There was certainly nothing fat 
about it. Such adjectives would have to be saved for that 
spare tire hanging over his belt. His lopsided balls hung 
disturbing low, while the bloated tip of his angled cock 
was already oozing with pre-cum. 
 
"Now, come on," Russ insisted. "Don't act like this is 
your first time on the job. Get those pretty lips down 
there." 

Ashley turned to Danielle. Danielle raised her eyebrows 
expectantly. When Ashley still wouldn't move, Danielle 
leaned in and flicked her tongue across the tip. The 
briny flavor of semen riddled her delicate taste buds. 
She flinched hard, shuddering with distaste.

Seeing Danielle's courage made Ashley decide to test the 
waters. She moved in and kissed the crown with her moist 
puckered lips. Her tongue swept across the head. The 
flavor of cum settled in her mouth. She smacked her lips 
once or twice. The flavor was pretty bitter, but not 
terribly unpleasant. A second lick floated up his shaft. 
She curled her fingers around the head and gently started 
stroking. Russ grunted with approval as her soft, but 
secure grip slid down the length of his hardy plank.

"There you go, honey." His hips slowly churned. "Work 
that cock with those fingers."

Ashley smiled. Jonathan was right. At this rate, he would 
never last long. 

His rampant cock bumped against her unyielding lips, 
eager for the teenage blonde to polish his throbbing 
knob. 
 
"Go on, now," he urged. "It won't bite."

Ashley held back. Perhaps, the smell of beer and 
cigarettes reminded her of her absent father, an airline 
pilot who was always traveling. Rumors claimed there were 
lots of other women in the many different cities where he 
often flew. Her mother rejected these rumors and 
routinely encouraged Ashley to do the same. Ashley would 
often employ various methods to shove these disturbing 
thoughts from her head. Such methods certainly did not 
preclude anything like sneaking behind a public building 
and recklessly stuffing her mouth with some dirty 
stranger's cock. 

After a moment's pause, Ashley shrugged her bare 
shoulders and quickly decided to go for it. She shoveled 
his cock down her throat in one hearty gulp. Russ let out 
a sharp groan. Danielle gawked at Ashley's sudden burst 
of enthusiasm. Ashley wobbled her head with slutty 
determination as his cock speedily popped in and out of 
her hot sucking mouth. When Russ ran his fingers through 
her snowy blonde hair, Ashley smiled with self-
congratulation. 

She pulled back long enough to look up and breathlessly 
whisper, "Tell me else what you like." Her tongue lolled 
out and trailed up his shaft, teasing him with feathery 
swirls along the ticklish underside. Russ shivered and 
jolted hard.

"Unnggh," Russ groaned. "I like that," he said. Ashley 
smiled. Danielle was tired of being left out.

"Can I lick his balls?" She asked suddenly. Russ made an 
urgent low-pitched sound from the back of his throat that 
both girls took as a definite yes. 

Danielle's dainty fingers combed through a wiry thatch of 
curly pubes and softly cradled his heavy ball bag. She 
shuffled the fragile nuggets back and forth in her gentle 
palm. As Ashley cocked her head, using her tongue to 
flute up and down the shaft, Danielle buried her face in 
his thick hairy patch and mopped his sweaty sac in a wash 
of tongue-dragging spit.

"Good God!" Russ howled. "Now that's what I'm talking 
about, ladies. Holy Christ! We sure as hell didn't have 
girls like you when I was in school."

Ashley smiled. "I've always had a bad habit of putting 
things in my mouth," she said, slurping away. "My mom 
used to yelled at me for it all the time."

Russ chuckled. "It's good to see some old habits never 
change," he said. He glanced at each one of them and 
asked bluntly, "Now who's ready to fuck?"

Ashley frowned. Danielle stopped licking long enough to 
see the concern on her friend's face. This had already 
gone on longer than either of them had ever expected. 

"Well," Russ added. "Since no one wants to volunteer," he 
turned, snatching up Danielle. "Let's start with you 
first."

Danielle let out a startled yelp as Russ hoisted her off 
her feet. In a blur, her face was forcefully pinned to 
the hood of his car. He ripped off her bikini bottoms, 
spread her skinny thighs and bulldozed his angry cock 
straight through her young uppity cunt. 

Danielle shrieked at the sudden puncture of her tight-
lipped crease. Russ spared nothing as he leveled into her 
with his broad stocky frame. He rabbit-humped her snotty 
little twat with forceful repeating jabs. Ashley could do 
nothing but quietly watch and ponder when she would be 
next.

"Hmmm, fuck yeah!" Russ drooled. "Yeah, take this cock. 
You know you like it. Don't fight it baby. You know you 
like gettin' whored out. C'mon, baby. Get yourself 
fucked."

Danielle whimpered. She was moaning in spite of herself. 
Her tenacious pussy couldn't help trapping his restless 
weasel between her hot strangling walls. Her ragged moans 
grew stronger and louder as her ass pushed back 
defiantly.

"C'mon, motherfucker!" She vulgarly spit. "If you're 
gonna do it, do it right! Fuck me god damn it! Fuck me 
hard!"

Ashley shivered. If she didn't know any better, she might 
have thought her best friend was starting to enjoy 
herself. Still, just watching Danielle get "whored out," 
as Russ put it, made Ashley sweat and salivate between 
her trembling thighs. 

As Russ stared back at her, the envious look on Ashley's 
horny face spoke volumes as he bitterly shanked her good 
friend with his dirty loathsome cock.

"You want it, too. Don't you?" he hissed at Ashley. Her 
eyes widened with longing and fear. Russ could smell her 
hot juices from a distance. There was no use denying it. 
His beady eyes shot her a direct challenge. His menacing 
voice echoed in her ears.

"Say it," he demanded. 

Ashley stood there squirming, with her hand pressed 
between her legs. She shamefully bowed her head and 
sheepishly answered in a weak fragile voice.

"Fuck me."

Russ shook his head and frowned with disapproval. 
Danielle squirmed under his strong steady blows. Again, 
his voice forcefully intoned.

"Like you mean it," he rumbled. 

A short glimpse of panic flashed over Ashley's wide blue 
eyes. She gnawed on her bottom lip and slowly began to 
fume. Her openly embarrassed stare slowly narrowed into 
two fearsome slits. With lust-filled defiance, her voice 
growled out.

"Fuck me!"

Russ snickered through a cruel and ugly sneer. "Beg for 
it, slut!"

Ashley yielded and desperately cried out. "Oh, God! 
Please...FUCK ME!"

Russ quickly dislodged himself from Danielle. She whined 
when her horny fuckhole was so abruptly vacated. Russ 
grabbed her by the hips and powerfully flipped her on her 
back. Her paper-thin body showed no resistance to his 
blue-collar strength. Russ suddenly grabbed Ashley by the 
wrist, yanked her over and shoved her head down between 
Danielle's open thighs.

"Now, suck her pussy, while I whore you out, too!"

Danielle's juices smeared across Ashley's unwilling lips. 
She had never tasted another girl's pussy before. Russ 
took his cock and plugged Ashley's cunt from behind. Her 
screams were smothered by the soft blankets of Danielle's 
juicy folds.

"Mmmpppphhhhh!!!" Ashley struggled, as Russ smashed her 
face in that wet creamy pie and gruffly barked in her 
ear. 

"I said, SUCK!" 

Ashley hesitated to open her mouth, but lack of air left 
her without a choice. Russ kept oscillating his rhythmic 
hips. His steely cock sliced in and out of her juvenile 
pussy. He never released her humiliated face from the 
dank oily slit of her best friend. 

Danielle was simply too horny to stop herself from 
swiveling and grinding her cunt against Ashley's 
obstinate lips. Ashley never expected to hear the sound 
of Danielle's heartfelt entreaties.

"Lick it," Danielle pleaded.

Russ cracked a smile. Danielle again desperately whined.

"Please, Ash. Put your tongue on my clit. Just for a 
second."

Ashley could no longer think straight. Her pussy was 
still getting pounded so deeply she could already feel 
her mounting orgasm rapidly advancing. The pungent smell 
of Danielle's sopping cunt sent Ashley's tongue curling 
down with drooling curiosity. When she finally diddled 
the fatty pink nub, she enjoyed it so much that her 
tongue started preening Danielle's open gash like a 
kitten licks her wounds. Danielle screamed. 

"OH MY FUCKING GAAWWDD! OH! OH YESSS! UH HUH! UH HUH! 
YESSS ASHLEY! OHH SHIT! OH GOD, DON'T STOP! DON'T STOP! 
LICK IT HARD! LICK MY PUSSY HARD ASH! OHHH 
FFFFFUUUUCCCKKKK!"

Ashley couldn't stop. Her tongue raced all around, making 
wild, sloppy S-curves all over those spongy lips. When 
Russ finally lifted his hand from her head, Danielle was 
right there to quickly take over. She snagged Ashley by 
the hair and twitchingly humped her friend's face until 
that lapping tongue practically made her scream bloody 
murder.

"MMMMM HHHMMMPPP UUNNGGG HAAHHHH UH HUH! OH! OH! OH! 
OHHHH GOD! YESSS! YESSS! YESSS!" Danielle sizzled from 
her breathless mouth. Her legs kicked and flailed wildly. 
Her arm muscles flexed and rippled as she firmly 
pressed harder on Ashley's head.

With Ashley still getting her cunt hollowed out, the 
young blonde swooped down, fastened her lips around 
Danielle's swollen clit and dementedly sucked. The moment 
her rapacious mouth slurped in that sensitive bulb, 
Ashley felt an explosive orgasm that wasn't even her own. 

Danielle locked her fingers in Ashley's hair. Her pelvis 
bucked with wild turbulent seizures. She would have 
screamed, but her withered voice simply evaporated from 
her raspy throat. All she could muster the strength to do 
was lie there, with her heaving tortured lungs, wheezing 
and shivering through several blinding orgasms in a row.

Even as Danielle kept writhing and moaning, Ashley 
couldn't stop sipping on the creamy liqueur that watered 
from Danielle's juicy slit. Drunk with power, she 
lavished her tongue along the satin curtains of her best 
friend's sugary cooze. She never knew sucking pussy could 
be so incredible. She mewled and purred, as Russ drove 
her over the edge.

"Ohhhh yesssss! Make me cum, Russ! Ohhhh fucckkk! Whore 
me out! Do it! Make me your fucking little whore! Ohhhh 
sssshhit! Fuck me Russ! I need it so bad! I need to get 
fucked so bad! Oh my God! Oh! Oh! Ohhhhmmaahhggaawwwddd!"

Ashley catapulted into a soaring orgasm, screeching and 
wailing, until she slowly and shockingly realized again 
where she was. Shame and regret merged on her face, but 
her treacherous pussy hadn't finished releasing the 
convulsive pleasure still blitzing through her trembling 
body, despite the man she knew was responsible. 

"Ohhh god damn you!" She swore. "You fucking son of a 
bitch! I hate you!" She snarled through her gritted teeth 
as she thrust back into him. "Do you like that? Do you 
like fucking little girls, huh, you twisted fuck? Well, 
c'mon, you fat bastard, hurry up and shoot that fucking 
cum!"

Russ couldn't take anymore. He pulled out and watched 
Ashley's weary body slump down on top of her equally 
exhausted friend. He leaned forward and hovered over both 
girls, as Ashley and Danielle passionately kissed and 
made up with their hot saucy little mouths.

"Ohhhh God, I'm gonna CUM!" He cried, as he furiously 
pummeled his swollen hard cock right over their barely 
legal faces. His cum showered out in a milky wet downpour 
that copiously rained down on both of their stunning 
profiles. Creamy pearls of hot liquid sperm splattered 
their adjoining lips and intertwining tongues, which 
Ashley and Danielle ecstatically licked and smeared all 
over each other's French-kissing faces.

It took Russ a solid moment or two to finally get his 
bearings. When he finally relaxed, he noticed Jonathan 
stealthily emerging from behind the brown garbage 
dumpster. He was holding a palm-sized camcorder. A moment 
later, the short blonde in the yellow suddenly appeared. 
Russ remembered her as the teenage boy's sister. She 
strolled over to her brother and greeted him with a 
devious smile.

"Did you get everything?" Tiffany secretly whispered.

Jonathan smiled at his sister and slowly nodded. "It's 
all here."

Ashley and Danielle jumped when they heard new voices. 
They sat up just in time for Jonathan to zoom in for a 
close up of their cum-covered faces. 

Tiffany flapped her waving little fingers and smiled, as 
she proudly curled her other arm around Jonathan's 
shoulder.

"So, Ashley," Tiffany said triumphantly. "About that 
little boy we were talking about earlier," she said, 
pausing to clear her throat and nod her head toward 
Jonathan. "Does next Saturday night work for you?"

Jonathan snickered. Danielle cursed. Ashley almost passed 
out. Russ just stood there, blankly staring at all of 
them. 

"Geeze," he said, shaking his head. "You kids are even 
more fucked up than I thought."

*

When Tiffany and Jonathan finally explained to Shannon 
and Naomi what they had really been plotting, neither of 
the girls felt terribly sympathetic toward the bossy head 
cheerleader or her snooty friend. 

Naomi never really liked Ashley in the first place. Yet, 
she was concerned that Tiffany would surely be kicked off 
the squad. 

Shannon had to remind Naomi that as long as Tiffany had 
the video, there was really no way that Ashley she could 
ever retaliate without risking her own exposure. Tiffany 
had all the power. She could choose whether she wanted to 
be on the squad or not.

The car washed ultimately raked in over $600 dollars. 
This included the $300 from Russ, which Jonathan was 
gracious enough to split with Ashley and Danielle even 
after he taped the whole thing. The other customers 
didn't go away completely disappointed as Tiffany made 
sure they were all treated to plenty of her, Shannon and 
Naomi dancing 
around and getting naked.

Ashley and Danielle were so humiliated by the whole 
incident that they actually ran back to the SUV and 
peeled off, leaving everyone else behind. Shannon had to 
call her brother, Adam, to come and pick them up. Even he 
thought Tiffany and Jonathan's scheme was hilarious.

Jonathan asked Adam to drop him off at home. He thought 
about spending more time with Shannon, but he didn't feel 
like trying to compete with everyone else for her 
attention. There would be other times.

After saying goodbye to Shannon and Naomi, Jonathan 
hugged his sister and thanked her for all of her help. 
Tiffany told him it had all been worth the effort, just 
to see the look of 
horror on Ashley's face. 

*

When Jonathan entered the house, he faintly detected the 
sound of running water coming from the kitchen. Since 
Adam dropped him off at the front door, Jonathan had to 
walk through the living room, and then make a left, where 
he found his mother washing dishes.

Jonathan still had images of Ashley and Danielle getting 
the collective shit fucked out of them on the hood of 
that red Mustang. He was already about a thousand leagues 
beyond horny, when he saw his mother leaning over the 
sink in a satin slip dress. It was sterling silver, with 
a blue and white floral print. The hem ended where the 
swell of her ass billowed out, giving him just a subtle 
hint of her nylon-covered cheeks. Her legs glittered down 
to the floor in a stunning pair of misty gray pantyhose, 
with no shoes. Even her toes looked completely suckable 
in that gauzy nylon shrink-wrap.

"Mom," Jonathan said, his voice bold and resolute. "I 
need to fuck you right now."

Shelly glanced over her shoulder and smiled. Jonathan 
watched as she slowly bent over to set a few plates in 
the dishwasher. The hem of her dress gradually crept up, 
teasing him with the slow revelation of that thick 
bonding seam, which perfectly guided his eyes down the 
middle of her round nylon-smothered ass. Her waxy gray 
pantyhose fit like a skintight web, specially woven just 
for her wide arching cheeks, which the pantyhose firmly 
sucked in. She wore no panties. Her pussy lips puckered 
out and kissed against the glassy threads of her 
transparent pantyhose. Even under the enchanting spell of 
that glimmering second skin, Jonathan could still be 
teased by the lush melody of her soft honey voice. 

"Why don't you weight until I finish the dishes?" she 
said. 

As she looked down, she frowned at the unsightly 
discovery that her pantyhose had gathered at the knee. 
She carefully pinched the errant nylon between her 
fingers, neatly shifted the hose back in place and 
patiently used the palm of her hand to smooth out every 
wrinkle.

"No," Jonathan said with persistence. "I have to fuck you 
right now. Those pantyhose are driving me crazy."

Shelly never looked back. She also never stopped bending 
over every two seconds. With a playful smile, Shelly 
answered, "That must have been some car wash. Did you see 
someone there you liked?"

Jonathan nodded. "More than one." Shelly paused, finally.

"Really?" She said, spinning about. Her dress floated up 
exquisitely. Her arms folded and pushed out her bountiful 
cleavage. She pouted and whimpered, "More than you like 
me?"

Jonathan smiled. He instantly dropped his shorts and 
flung off his T-shirt. He waited before sliding down his 
boxers. He lived for that sublime moment when his 
mother's blue eyes would eagerly widen with expectation, 
just before he pulled out his cock. No matter how often 
she saw it, her eyes always lit up every time. Today was 
no different. She even licked her lips. That was always a 
bonus.

Jonathan gripped his cock by the base and flatly 
answered, "No one else will ever make me this hard."

The lustful wide-eyed stare on his mother's face slowly 
faded, as her dreamy eyelids fluttered to a soft close. 
Her head woozily floated back. Warm air escaped through 
her quivering lips as her full fleshy gray-tinted thighs 
anxiously rubbed together and thrilled him with the 
sweet-sounding music of her pantyhose swishing back and 
forth.

"Mom," Jonathan earnestly whispered, as he leaned forward 
intently. "Please. Can I fuck you now?"

Shelly groaned from deep within her womb and eagerly sang 
back, "Yes, Johnny. You can do anything you want."

"Really?" he said. "Can I fuck you in the ass?"

Shelly nodded and whimpered urgently. The thought alone 
seemed to excite her beyond all reason. She desperately 
rushed her hand inside her pantyhose, wedging her fingers 
between that smoldering cunt and those shiny elastic 
threads. The deeper her fingers delved, the more Shelly 
panted and blubbered incoherently.

"Puh-puh-pleeease!" She sobbed. "Ohhh f-f-f-uuu-cckkk! 
Any-th-th-thing! D-d-do a-a-n-y-thin-ggg! Just f-f-fuck 
me with that hard c-c-cock!"

His mother's fingers fervently rotated under her stretchy 
pantyhose. In a low, resonant tone, Jonathan firmly 
commanded the woman who carried him for nine months.

"Rip them open for me."

Shelly urgently nodded. Her nails clawed against the taut 
reinforced fibers. She broke through with a sudden snap. 
Her feet slid apart. She reached down with both hands and 
violently popped her pantyhose open like a stubborn bag 
of chips. 

Jonathan flinched. He watched as his lovely mother 
wantonly spun around, tauntingly bent her bare ass over 
the edge of the sink and gave him a direct order.

"Now," she purposely demanded. "Come over here and shove 
your big fucking cock up my ass!"

Jonathan smiled. Clearly, he was ready, but first he had 
other ideas. He quickly sank to the floor, dropped down 
on his hands and knees, and crawled over to his mother's 
feet, where he gently kissed the nylon casing around her 
pretty little toes. He dragged his tongue over her silky 
calf and pelted her quilted inner thighs with fragile 
kisses. As he came across her moist pussy, he planted 
another soft reverent kiss against the honey-coated lips 
of her soft succulent folds. He ran both hands all the 
way up the slippery slopes of her outstretched legs. His 
roaming fingers gradually rose up until both hands met at 
the fleshy humps where her thighs became asscheeks. He 
gave them a squeeze.

Gently, her cheeks peeled open. Her legs trembled as 
Jonathan softly blew against her winking brown-eye. His 
tongue slowly appeared, only to quickly vanish as it 
deeply nestled inside her warm wrinkled chute. The 
current surging from her pantyhose through his fingers 
made him slobber and slurp as his tongue crazily savored 
the acrid taste of his 
mother's spongy asshole.

"Haaahhh!" Shelly panted and moaned. "Mmmfff! Uhhuuuhh! 
Ohh yeah! Oh I like that! Yesss! I like that tongue! Mmmm 
stick that tongue in my assss!"

Jonathan was just warming up. He lunged for a bottle of 
canola oil on the counter and opened it hastily. He 
turned the bottle and watched the runny oil pour down and 
coat his mother's doughy cheeks in a slick shiny glaze. 
He smeared it all over with his sliding hands, getting 
his fingers all good and greasy. He slowly dragged the 
tip of his index finger right down the inner crack, 
stopping and circling his fingertip right against the 
hole. With no magic words, the little cave opened up all 
by itself. His finger was sucked right in. He slowly 
sawed it back and forth until her snugly rectum felt 
loose enough for two. With two fingers knuckle deep, his 
hand didn't even have to move. The tight rubbery walls 
gradually loosened up on their own.

"Now, you're ready," he said, rising to his feet as he 
butted his blunt-headed cock against her cute little 
bung. Shelly braced herself, with her white-knuckled 
fingers strangling the edge of the sink. 

As Jonathan slowly started to push, his mother gritted 
her teeth and winced painfully. The knobby head gradually 
dilated her reluctant ring. She grimaced from the burning 
sting as his bloated cock opened her drum-tight asshole 
and just kept stretching.

"C'mon, Mom," Jonathan said. "You can take it. Spread 
those cheeks just a little wider. I want to see my cock 
slide all the way in there."

Through tense halting breaths, Shelly urgently suggested, 
"Lube it up more." 

Jonathan looked back. He'd left the oil way over on the 
counter. To reach for it, he would have to pull out. He 
couldn't imagine doing that. 

Regretfully, he explained, "I can't reach the oil."

"Then use your spit," said his mother.

Jonathan squinted and shook his head. "What do you mean?"

Shelly groaned as she carefully repeated, "SPIT on my 
asshole!"

It took him a moment, but eventually Jonathan managed to 
work up a juicy mouthful of warm drool. His aim wasn't 
perfect, but he did land enough saliva to make the ring 
all gooey and wet. To better accommodate her son's 
cumbersome girth, Shelly bouncily wiggled her womanly 
hips, which made Jonathan's intruding shaft feel 
wonderfully at 
home. 

"Better?" Jonathan asked, as he tested her resistance 
with a light thrust.

Shelly tensed. "Uh huh," she answered, with a steady nod. 
"Just haven't done this in a while." 
 
Jonathan couldn't help himself as he slowly began rocking 
his hips. "Do you want me to stop?" 

Shelly reached back and clutched his forearm. "No," she 
told him. "It's okay. I want you to cum in my ass."

"Are you sure?" 

Shelly nodded. "Yes," she whispered. "I'll be fine. Just 
fuck me harder."

Jonathan set his hands on her shoulders. He speared his 
cock all the way through her rectum as his mother let out 
a high-pitched squeal. The pain made her shut her eyes 
and firmly bite down on her bottom lip. Jonathan kept 
thrusting as he grunted behind her like a wild bear. 

"Uhhh uhh oh ohh fuck," Jonathan groaned. "So fucking 
tight."

Shelly hissed through her gritted teeth. "Ssssss, I 
know," she whined. "Your cock feels like a fucking log in 
my ass."

Jonathan then reached down and cupped his mother's 
hanging breasts. His hands softly kneaded and massaged 
them through her satin dress. Her sphincter slowly 
started to relax. Jonathan couldn't help pumping faster. 
His hands squeezed her tits harder. He threw his head 
back. His pelvis smacked against her nylon-covered 
cheeks. His mother surprised both of them with her 
frequent moans, as Jonathan plowed his rigid cock up her 
ever-stretching asshole.

"Unngghhh oohhhh ahh ahh huhhh hmm yeahhh," she whimpered 
and begged. "Yeah, that feels good, honey. Really good! 
Oh fuck yes! Your cock feels good in my ass! Keep fucking 
Mommy's ass! Don't stop! Don't stop until you fill my ass 
up with all that hot cum!"

"I won't Mom," Jonathan said, spurred by her filthy 
mouth. His breathing was ragged. His hands locked around 
her waist. "God, I can feel you squeezing my cock," he 
said. "Feels like your asshole is sucking my cock."

Shelly gasped. Dripping juices ran down her inner thighs. 
She reached down and fingered her neglected pussy. 
Jonathan faltered as his mother's fingers slid from her 
cunt straight to her mouth. 
 
"Oh, Mom," he whispered. "I love to watch you taste 
yourself. Do you want to taste your ass, too?"

Shelly moaned at the thought and dizzily rolled her eyes. 
Jonathan slowly relieved her overworked asshole from the 
throbbing burden of his deep ass-drilling cock.

His mother kneeled on the floor, brushing her mangled 
hair from my face. She leaned forward and kissed the 
pulsating tip with her moist lips. Her tongue swirled. 
Jonathan looked down and saw his cock instantly plunge 
down her throat. His mother shamelessly polluted her wet 
mouth with the sour taste of her own ass.

"Ahhhhh, yeah!" Jonathan shouted. "Suck it, Mom! Suck my 
nasty cock!" Jonathan groaned. 

He held her by the back of her head, as his mother opened 
wide to let him fuck her face. Jonathan's stale bitter-
tasting cock repeatedly sank down her gullet. His 
swinging balls angrily slapped against her chin. Tears 
leaked from the corners of her eyes as her throat 
strained to endure the choking thickness of his shaft. 
Her throat locked. She gagged hard. Finally, Jonathan 
realized he should stop.

As he slid out, Jonathan held his cock and slapped the 
head against her wagging tongue. Shelly swabbed the head 
and needled her tongue into his pee-slit. She played with 
his pre-cum, making it extend off the tip of her tongue. 
Jonathan watched as the semen and spittle dripped all 
over her tits. He leered over her roomy cleavage, when 
his mother easily sensed what he had in mind.

"Do you want to fuck my tits?"

"Oh fuck yeah!" He shouted, showing signs of the innocent 
boy his mother still remembered. 

"C'mon," Shelly whispered, as she slid down her dress and 
squeezed her cushy tits around his sturdy pole. "Slide 
your cock in there," she cooed. "Mmmm, there you go. Now, 
c'mon. Fuck my tits. Fuck Mommy's big tits!"

Jonathan's hips pumped frantically as he hollered, 
"Ohhhhh Mom! Ohhhh God Mom!" His cock bobbed up and down 
between her soft pillows. "Squeeze 'em!" He yelled. "Oh 
yeah, like that!" He loudly shouted. Shelly cupped, 
bobbled and smooshed her huge watermelons as tight as she 
could. Jonathan howled, "Ohhh sssshhhiitt!!!" 

His mother smiled. "Do you like that, baby?"

Again, he shouted. "Ohhhh, yeah! Oh God, I love it! I 
don't think I can hold out much longer. I might cum any 
second!"

"Do you still want to cum in my ass?"

"YESSS! Yes, Mommy! Please, let me cum in your ass! Right 
NOW!"

Shelly spun around and crouched on all fours. The arch of 
her back made her fulsome asscheeks look round and plump. 
She crammed one hand between her legs and buried two 
fingers deep inside her sloppy cunt. She looked over her 
shoulder. Her blue eyes simmered to a steaming boil. 
Desperately, her red lips quivered.

"Fuck my ass as hard as you can!"

Jonathan lunged with a vengeance. He grabbed her by the 
shoulders and rammed his cock clear through her stomach. 
He threw himself into her like a locomotive, grunting and 
snarling as he furiously scrambled her squishy bowels.

Shelly launched into a wild thrashing fit of screams and 
convulsions as Jonathan maniacally reamed her battered 
insides. She called out a string of incoherent babble, 
moaning and wailing, as her burning asshole submitted to 
the fury which she herself had unleashed in her own 
child.

Jonathan grabbed her by the hair. Her head snapped with 
each powerful thrust. Skin slapped again skin. Her 
flapping tits tumbled and tossed wildly. Her bouncing 
asscheeks rippled from the sheer force of his violent 
strokes. Jonathan could feel every clenching muscle of 
her tight anal sleeve. His hot slutty pantyhose-wearing 
mother desperately milked his young teenage cock as her 
narrow hard-pinching asshole refused to let go. 

Jonathan warbled. "Ohhh God! Ohhhh yesss! Yes, Mom! I'm 
gonna CUM!"

Jonathan shuddered. He suddenly felt the violent tremors 
of his mother having a powerful orgasm beneath him. He 
flooded her gaping asshole with surging rivers of boiling 
hot splooge. Mother and son came as one. Both of them 
were aware of nothing except a beloved son squirting his 
warm semen into his adoring mother's ass. 

Shelly's body slumped to the kitchen floor. Jonathan's 
runny discharge leaked from the open sore of her busted 
asshole. When the tremors finally went away, she sat up 
and leaned against the cabinet. Jonathan teetered over 
his mother, reeling with breathless exhaustion, yet 
filled with profound love and admiration.

"God, Mom," he said, gasping for air. "There's no way 
I'll ever meet anyone as hot as you."

Shelly tenderly gazed at her son and serenely revealed 
her gentle white smile. She slowly leaned forward and 
lovingly kissed the tip of his greasy semi-hard cock. 
Jonathan looked down at his beautiful mother and warmly 
smiled as she soberly lifted her weary head. Her placid 
blue eyes focused intently, as she calmly nodded and 
sincerely whispered. 

"Let's hope you never forget that."

To be continued...


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