by Jack Allen
Sandy pulled his cock out of her mouth with a loud, wet slurp. She stood up and straightened her blouse.
“Bring me a bag of pot and I’ll do it again,” she said, and touched his cheek with her palm.
Rob’s eyes got big and eager.
“You got it,” he said.
He pulled up his jeans and ran out of the house.
Sandy went to the door to watch him go. He was pedaling his bike down the street like he had missed the start of a race. Next door, Judy was watering her flowers. Sandy went out to pick up the newspaper in the driveway. Judy waved and Sandy waved back.
“Wasn’t that Robert Shipman? Ira Shipman’s little boy?” Carla said.
“Yes, it was,” Sandy said.
“He sure left in a hurry.”
“I think he remembered something he had to do,” Sandy said, and looked at the newspaper.
“I can’t believe how much those boys have grown up,” Carla said.
Sandy looked down the street at Rob on his bike and smiled.
“Neither can I,” she said.
Greg stopped the car in the driveway next to Sandy’s truck and shut it off. He had a big grin on his face that wouldn’t go away, and it was because he still had the image in his head of his cock sliding between Maggie’s beautiful tits, and showering them with his cum. The memory made his penis hard in his slacks. He sighed. He couldn’t wait to find out what happened with Sandy tonight.
He went into the house and his giddy grin vanished. Sandy was passed out on the sofa.
On the table in front of her was an empty wine glass. Her legs were spread and her hand was stuck down the front of her shorts. Greg rolled his eyes. What was this about? Was her drinking getting out of hand? Was this something he needed to something about, or should he just ignore it?
He closed the door. That didn’t wake her up. He hoped the kids didn’t see her like this. Amanda was still at softball practice. But what about Cam? His backpack was on the floor by the closet. Did he see his mother like that when he came home from school?
Greg went into the kitchen and put his case on the counter. Next to the coffee maker was an empty wine bottle. He shook his head. What was he going to do about this?
He went back into the living room to get the empty wine glass. He reached for it, but paused to look at Sandy with her legs spread and her hand in her shorts. The sight of her like that made his penis stiffen in his slacks again. He should have been angry that she allowed her own son to see her like that. The idea, though, turned him on. What would he think of his wife seducing their son? And what if he seduced Amanda? That would be wrong in so many ways, but it was hard to deny that the idea turned him on.
He picked up the glass. It clinked on the table. Sandy’s eyes flickered and opened. She smiled.
“Hey, baby. Wanna have some wine with me?” she said in a mumbled, slurred voice.
“I think you’ve had enough,” Greg said.
He took the glass into the kitchen and put it on the counter next to the empty bottle.
“What got into you today?” Sandy said.
Greg turned around. She was leaning against the wall. Her eyes were half-closed and one side of her mouth was curled up in a sly smile.
“Nothing. It’s nothing. I just ... What are we having for dinner?”
Sandy slinked toward him, rocking her hips side to side with each slow step.
“I have something to tell you,” she said.
Her voice was low, with just a touch of raspiness. Greg backed up against the refrigerator.
“What is it?”
“I was a very naughty girl today.”
“You were?” Greg said.
His penis throbbed and strained against the front of his slacks. He swallowed hard. Sandy put her hands on his chest. Her knee pushed between his legs and rubbed on his erection. She nuzzled her face into the side of his neck.
“Cam’s friend Rob ... You know Rob? He came over this afternoon,” she said.
“He did?” Greg said.
His voice cracked. Sandy nodded.
“I was a little drunk then, sort of like I am now.”
“A little drunk?”
Sandy nodded again. She licked his cheek. His hard cock throbbed again. Her voice softened to a whisper in his ear.
“I gave him a blowjob,” she said.
Greg’s eyebrows arched up. Sandy opened the top buttons of his shirt and licked the exposed part of his chest. In his mind, he saw Sandy on her knees in front of Rob with his cock going in and out of her mouth. His eyes rolled back and he whimpered.
“I have a confession to make, too,” he said in a choke voice.
Sandy looked into his eyes.
“A confession?” she said.
“One of my students gave me a blowjob today,” he said.
Sandy’s eyes got wide. He tensed, waiting for her to explode with anger.
“Are you serious? Which one?” she said.
“Maggie Lewis.”
Sandy stared at him for a long time, then kissed him hard and pushed her tongue into his mouth.
“Is she the one you told me about?” she said.
Greg nodded. His throat was too tight to speak.
“Was it a good blowjob?” Sandy said.
“It was all right.”
Sandy laughed. Greg winced, expecting her to take a swing at him.
“I’ll bet she was really good and you’re just saying that,” she said.
Her hands reached down and pulled his cock out of his slacks. She dropped to her knees in front of him with his cock in her hands, stroking it slowly.
“Did she suck you like this?”
She took his cock deep into her mouth and sucked hard, moving her head back and forth fast. Greg gasped. He stared down at the top of her head. The only sound in the house was the hum of the refrigerator motor and the soft, wet smack of her lips on his cock.
“I wish she could do it as well as you,” he said in a weak, choked voice.
Sandy pulled his cock out of her mouth with a loud slurp and wiped her mouth.
“Did she tell you that you have a big cock?” she said.
“Yes.”
Sandy’s eyes looked way up at him. She still had a faint grin on her face.
“Did she do this for you?”
She took the head of his cock between her lips and sucked it into her mouth. About halfway down the shaft, it hit the back of her mouth. She gagged and squeezed her eyes shut.
Greg groaned. Sandy held his thighs and forced her head forward. She gagged terribly, then she swallowed, and the rest of his cock slid into her mouth.
Greg groaned again. Her throat squeezed tight around his cock. He put his hand on top of her head to hold himself up. Her throat was as exquisite as her tight pussy. Her nose touched the soft skin of his belly and her chin touched his balls. She moved her head back and forth slowly, like she was fucking him with her throat.
Greg had his eyes closed and his head back against the refrigerator. He heard a noise in the other room. Was that the front door? He held his breath. Sandy was moaning softly with his cock down her throat and her lips were smacking. He should probably look to see if anyone was there, but it felt so good he didn’t want to make Sandy stop.
“Mom? What are you guys doing?” Amanda’s voice said.
Greg’s eyes snapped open. She was standing in the doorway to the kitchen in her softball uniform with one hand on her hip.
Sandy was very still. Her eyes were turned to look at Amanda. His cock was still all the way down her throat.
Greg swallowed hard. What was he supposed to say? Sandy, though, calmly pulled his cock out of her mouth. Amanda’s eyes looked right at it, and got real big.
“I’m giving your father a blowjob, dear. In a minute, I’m gonna take him upstairs so he can fuck my ass,” Sandy said, and stood up.
Amanda’s eyes were locked on his cock. Greg’s heart was pounding. He should not let his daughter see him like t
hat, but it was so exciting to let her look.
“What’s a blowjob?” Amanda said with her nose wrinkled.
Sandy put her hand on her shoulder.
“I’ll tell you later, dear. Now, go do your homework,” she said.
Amanda’s gaze lingered on his cock for another second, then she tore herself away and went up the stairs to her room. Greg bent down to pull his slacks up over his hard cock.
“I think Amanda’s interested,” Sandy said.
“She’s a little young to learn about sex, isn’t she?” Greg said.
He buckled his belt slowly. Sandy wiped the saliva from her chin.
“I wasn’t much older than she is now when I lost my virginity,” she said.
Greg looked out the window. His mind wandered. He was trying to picture Sandy at Amanda’s age, laying naked on her back while another guy crawled between her spread legs.
Sandy took his hand and snapped him out of his daydream.
“Come on. Let’s go upstairs. I got something I wanna show you,” she said.
He followed her up the stairs. She rocked her hips side to side, shaking her ass like a hooker looking for a trick. The shape of her ass was hot in her shorts, which looked a couple of sizes too small. When did she start wearing tight shorts? Whatever it was, it was having an effect on him. He couldn’t wait to stick his hard cock between those soft, beautiful cheeks.
They turned down the hall, past Amanda’s bedroom. Her door was open, and she was changing out of her softball uniform. Greg paused to look. She was bent over, pulling her feet out of her pants. Her panties were stretched over her butt. When she straightened up, she had her back to him, and she was wearing nothing but the panties. The back side was wedged between the cheeks of her butt.
His eyes got wide. How had he not noticed before? His little girl was growing up.
“Greg? Honey? Come on,” Sandy said from their bedroom.
Amanda looked over her shoulder toward the door and saw him. His throat tightened. She smiled and waved. He waved back. Her eyes dropped to the bulge in the front of his slacks.
He tore himself away and went into the bedroom, where Sandy was waiting. He was shaking his head. He never would have guessed from looking at the flare of Amanda’s hips and the swell of her breasts that she was barely eighteen.
He went into the bedroom. Sandy was already half-undressed, in her bra and panties. Greg blinked. It was striking how similar she and Amanda were in the shape of their figures, although it looked like Amanda’s breasts were going to be bigger than her mother’s.
He closed the door.
“What kept you?” Sandy said.
She pulled off her bra and dropped it on the floor at the foot of the bed. She brushed her fingers through her hair, which made her boobs jiggle and shake.
Greg’s voice caught in his throat. He tried to think up a lie, then decided to just tell her the truth. It was so crazy that she wouldn’t believe him, anyway.
“I was watching Amanda get undressed.”
Sandy looked at him out of the corner of her eyes and chuckled.
“You’re such a pervert.”
She opened the top drawer of the dresser and dug through her underwear. She pulled something out. He saw a glimpse of something silver and metallic that clinked when she held it behind her back. She stepped toward him with a sly grin. Whatever she was holding, it made her very excited. Her nipples were hard and she had goose bumps.
“Hold your hands out,” she said.
Greg held his hands out. She put the metallic thing in them. It was a pair of silver police handcuffs.
“Handcuffs?” he said.
“Yeah,” Sandy said.
He held them up and let them dangle by the chain.
“What do I do with these?”
Sandy turned around and held her wrists together behind her back. She looked at him over her shoulder, with that sly grin still on her face.
“You put them on me,” she said.
Her hair hung over her eyes, and she had a mischievous grin on her face.
Greg clinked the handcuffs in his hands. He had a lump in his throat. What was he supposed to think of his wife’s desire to have him bind her hands behind her back?
But he also had a lump in his pants. He put one of the cuffs on her wrist. She let out a soft moan. Just before he put on the second cuff, he clenched his jaws and slapped it on hard.
Sandy yelped and jumped. Greg held his breath. Did he hurt her?
But she didn’t say anything. She just turned her head to look at him again over her shoulder, and her grin was more devilish.
“Ow, baby,” she said in a low, breathy voice.
Greg put his hand on the small of her back and pushed her forward. She stumbled and fell forward on the bed. Sandy squealed. She twisted her body to look at him with big, excited eyes.
“What are you gonna do?” she said.
There was a faint tremor of fear in her voice that made his blood surge and his heart pound harder. His cock was as hard as a rock again. He unbuckled his belt.
“I’m gonna fuck your ass,” he said.
He pulled the belt out of his pants. Her hips stuck up, with the tiny panties stretched across her ass. He folded the belt and smacked her ass with it. Sandy yelped.
“I’ll be good,” she said.
A red welt rose on her skin, in the shape of the belt. He grinned.
“I know you will.”
He reached for the elastic waistband of her panties and yanked. He meant to just pull them down, but they tore in his and like tissue paper.
He held up the shredded panties and blinked. Was he really that strong, or were the panties that weak?
Sandy was face down on the mattress, laughing. With her hands behind her back, she had trouble rolling over. Greg tightened his grip on the belt and lashed it across her ass.
Sandy’s laughter turned to a howl of pain, and she writhed on the bed.
“There won’t be any more laughing, will there?” he said.
“No, baby. No. Are you gonna hit me again?”
She looked at him with fear in her eyes. But there was something more. Was it desire?
He laid the strap of his belt across the palm of his other hand.
“If I feel like it,” he said.
Sandy’s wide, frightened eyes stared at him a moment longer, then they narrowed and her mischievous grin reappeared.
He dropped his slacks. His hard cock stood straight out. He climbed on the bed behind her. She was moaning and rocking her hips side to side. Her pussy was wet and glistened. He licked his lips. This was going to be good.
He put one hand on her hip. The belt was still in his other hand. He gave her ass a quick slap, and she yelped. Her reaction made him chuckle.
He crawled between her legs. Her ass was up and her face was down on the pillow, but she had one eye open, looking at him. He rubbed the head of his cock along her warm, wet pussy, and she moaned.
With the head of his cock nestled between her wet pussy lips, he held her hips in both of his hands and shoved his cock all the way into her. Sandy grunted.
“God, baby. You’re being so rough with me,” she said.
“Yeah. We’ll see how rough you like it,” he said.
He squeezed her hips tighter and pumped her hard. She just groaned.
Her pussy was tight, tighter than normal? Was there something about being handcuffed that turned her on more than usual?
He loved having her hands cuffed behind her back. It turned him on. How much more would it turn him on if her ankles were tied to the foot of the bed? And what if she had one of those masks over her head?
The though made him groan and he clenched his jaws. He was going to cum inside her, just not yet. She told Amanda that he was going to fuck her ass, and that was what he wanted to do.
He pumped her pussy hard a few more times. She was moaning and twisting under him, and he was dripping with sweat. Her warm, wet pussy felt so good th
at it was difficult to give up on it so soon, but he pulled his cock out.
Sandy continued to writhe and moan. She was turned on like a race car engine. Greg pulled her ass cheeks apart. Her hole looked tiny, way too small for his big cock. It didn’t matter, though. He was going to put it in there.
He touched the head of his cock to her tiny hole and she flinched.
“Yeah baby. Yeah baby. Fuck me there,” she said.
Her voice was muffled in the pillow. He shook his head. He was not going to get his cock inside her, not without some lubrication. He wanted to be rough, but he didn’t want to hurt her.
He climbed off the bed. Sandy twisted on her side.
“Baby? What are you doing?” she said.
He opened the drawer in the night stand on her side of the bed and got out a tube of Vaseline.
“It’s time to fuck your ass,” he said.
He squeezed a strip of grease down the length of his cock. Sandy moaned and wiggled her ass. Greg smeared the grease over his cock. He glanced at the door. Part of him wished that Amanda was there to watch what he was going to do to her mother.
He climbed on the bed again. Sandy was twisted to try to see him, and she was breathing hard.
“Hold still. I’ll try not to make this hurt too much,” Greg said.
Sandy giggled. “I hope not.”
Greg held his greasy cock and touched the head to Sandy’s hole. She flinched again. He was holding her hips and pushed his cock forward. The head pushed into her tiny hole.
Sandy groaned. Greg eased up. Her back arched off the bed, then she lay still, breathing hard. He couldn’t move.
She twisted herself to look back at him.
“Greg? What are you doing?” she said.
“I’m waiting.”
“Waiting for what?”
“To make sure you’re all right,” he said.
Sandy chuckled into the pillow.
“Honey. You’re really not very good at this bondage stuff,” she said.
“What are you talking about? I put the cuffs on you, didn’t I? I whipped you with my belt, didn’t I? What do you want next?” he said.
Sandy wiggled her hips.
“You can fuck my ass, that’s what you can do next, baby.”
Greg just smiled. Of course. She was all right. He knew that.