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Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: REPOST Mike15b Maude
From: fr582@cleveland.Freenet.Edu (Max S. Wojtylak)
Date: 4 Jul 1996 18:00:16 GMT



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CONTINUED FROM PART a


    It was Vivian Harmon, our next-door neighbor. Grandma 
called out that she'd be right down, and she left right away. 
"Just ... just get cleaned up and get in bed," she said over her 
shoulder.

    I sat in the tub awhile longer. I felt kinda lazy, like I 
usually did right after I came. Plus I was still thinking about 
what happened. My grandma was pretty -- oh, she was no 
model or nothing, but when she smiled her whole face lit up, 
and sometimes when she got all dressed up to go out I could 
see her body looked younger than she was.

    Well, the water started to cool off so I got out and was 
drying myself off when I heard someone in the bedroom. I 
figured it was Grandma again, but was I surprised when the 
door opened!

    Vivian came walking in, saying something about how 
Grandma had gone next door to argue with some painters for 
her and asked Vivian to take care of me while she was gone. I 
was so surprised to see her I dropped my towel, but I grabbed 
it back off the floor right away and held it in front of me as I 
backed up against the sink.

    "Auntie Viv! What... uh, I'm ... could you please leave?"

    She arched one eyebrow and looked me up and down. I hung 
my head down, but she said, "Why, Philip, you don't have 
anything to be embarrassed about. You are a very good-
looking young man. ... Very good-looking." She chuckled. "I'll 
let you finish in here. I'll just wait in the bedroom, OK? You 
sure you'll be all right? Maude said you were hurt pretty 
badly. You do look the worse for wear."

    I insisted I'd be OK and she left. I dried off and looked 
around, but Grandma hadn't left me any clothes. I grabbed the 
biggest towel I could find and wrapped it around my waist.

    Vivian was sitting next to my bed. The light coming in 
from the window made a halo around the soft brown hair that 
looked like a cloud around her face. Lots of clouds today, I 
laughed to myself.

    "What's so funny?"

    "Oh, nothing," I said. I started to go to my dresser but 
thought better of it. Didn't want to change in front of her, and 
she didn't look like she was about to go anywhere. I crawled 
under the covers, taking the towel with me.

    "Maude told me what happened," she said abruptly. I looked 
over. "Like a knight in shining armor," she went on, "defending 
his lady's honor. Or in this case, his mother's."

    I was getting embarrassed again. Billy had pretty much 
beaten me to a pulp and everyone was making me out to be 
some kind of hero. 

    "You acted very grown-up today," Vivian said as she 
shifted in her chair. Auntie Vivian was shorter than Grandma, 
and younger too. Her faced looked a little funny, like it was 
all pulled tight around the sides. But she was still pretty, and 
as she crossed her legs I admired her slim, shapely legs. 

    She was still talking, going on about how brave I was and 
how nice it was to defend my mom and stuff. Then she got 
this odd look on her face, kind of like a glow. She stopped 
talking and just looked at me. I squirmed. 

    "You did something very nice for your mother today," she 
said in a hushed voice. "Would you like to do something nice 
for me, too?"

    I didn't know what to say. I just looked at her and finally 
figured, well, Auntie Vivian was usually nice to me. So I 
nodded.

    Then she stood up and reached down and I couldn't believe 
it. She picked up the bottom of her blue dress, reached 
underneath and pulled down a pair of black silk panties. I just 
stared as she pulled them off and stepped out of them.

    I think she said something about my learning to be a man 
or something, but I wasn't really listening. My heart started 
to beat really fast and my palms got a little sweaty. Auntie 
Vivian climbed onto the bed, facing away from me, and lifted 
her dress so her butt was starting me right in the face! At 
first I was confused; I had started to think she might, you 
know, fuck me, but this wasn't how that looked in the 
magazines I had stashed at the bottom of my sock drawer. 
Then I remembered another picture.

    "Do you want me to lick you?" I asked.

    "Oh, yes, Philip, what a smart boy you are!" Auntie Vivian 
laughed and lowered herself onto my face. She didn't smell as 
bad as I had feared, but I wasn't completely sure what was 
going on and I didn't know just what I was supposed to lick -- 
not her asshole, I hoped.

    But she talked me through it, teaching me to lick around 
the outside of her pussy and nuzzle right up to it. Then she 
had me stick my tongue inside her -- it tasted different, but 
not bad. In fact, pretty soon I got to like it and I pushed my 
tongue way inside her. It was hot in there, and she was 
getting really wet and stuff was oozing out around my tongue 
and all onto my face.

    Auntie Vivian was moaning and twisting around. I couldn't 
see anything, 'cause my face was right up to her and her 
dress had fallen back around me. But I could hear her and she 
sounded like she was getting really excited.

    "Oh, you're a good pussy licker," she said. "Stick your 
tongue in deeper. As deep as you can!" 

    I felt something inside her, hard and small, and when I 
licked it she bucked back really hard so I was afraid I'd done 
something wrong. But then she explained that that was her 
clit and it felt really good to be touched, so I played with it, 
licking it and sucking it and even nipping at it with my teeth. 
Auntie Vivian kept encouraging me so I kept on sucking at 
her.

    My dick was tenting up the bedsheet by now, I guess, 
because she made some comment about it and even touched it 
through the sheet. But right then she started to buck even 
faster and her cunt started moving around so fast I couldn't 
keep up and she let out a long moan and collapsed on top of 
me.

    She might have done more to me, I think, but then we heard 
Grandma calling from downstairs. Auntie Vivian jumped up 
really quick and called out that she was coming down. She 
grabbed her panties and walked out, smoothing down her 
dress, and she told me I'd better get cleaned up.

    I wiped off my face and had crawled back into bed by the 
time Grandma came upstairs again. She started telling me 
about what she'd done, arguing with some painter who didn't 
want to do what Vivian had asked him. Grandma was really 
good at arguing, so lots of people asked her to help. Anyway, I 
didn't get to hear the end of the story because Grandma 
stopped and pointed to the bed.

    My dick was still hard, and it was sticking up in the middle 
of the sheet. And there was even a little stain at the very 
top.

    "Did I do that to you?" Grandma asked. Well, what could I 
say? I didn't want to get Auntie Vivian in trouble. So I said 
"yes."

    Well, Grandma got a far-away look in her eye and she just 
stood there a few seconds. Then she looked down at me.

    "Do you really think I'm sexy? An old grandmother like 
me?" I just nodded. "That's a very sweet thing to tell me, 
Philip." She started to say something else, but she stopped 
and turned away. "No, I shouldn't. I can't! He's my grandson."

    I figured it was my fault that she felt bad, so I tried to 
make her feel better. "It's OK, Grandma! I mean, Maude. It's 
not your fault you're so good-looking."

    She turned back to me then and caught me. My cock had 
been beginning to ache, so I was rubbing it underneath the 
sheet.

    "You poor boy," Grandma said. "Here you are with a problem 
and I'm worried about myself. I bet I know what you want. You 
want to relieve that hard cock of yours, don't you? You want 
your grandmother to suck it for you, don't you?"

    I'd never heard Grandma use a word like that. But it wasn't 
just what she said. She reached out and pulled back the 
covers so I was exposed, and then she crawled up between my 
legs. I looked down, and my cock was waving in the air right 
in front of my grandmother's nose, and she was smiling up at 
me.

    Her breath was hot on my cock, and I held my breath as she 
took hold of it and pulled it toward her. Then she opened her 
mouth and took me inside! This was way better than anything 
else!

    Her lips tightened around it, like I would do with my 
fingers when I masturbated. But this felt lots better. And I 
could feel her tongue sliding around the head, poking at the 
very tip. "Oh, Grandma!" I said. "That feels so good!"

    Then she started moving up and down on it. I got so excited 
looking at my cock sliding out of my grandmother's mouth 
that I almost came right then, but she squeezed the base of 
my dick with her hand and that seemed to stop it. Her mouth 
was all warm and wet and she kept her lips tight around me. 
She even licked the underside, the real sensitive part.

    Her hands were massaging my chest and I pulled one up and 
started licking at it. I'm not sure why I did that, but it 
seemed to make her happy. Her cheeks hollowed and she 
sucked really hard on my cock. It got even harder and then I 
couldn't hold back any longer and I let loose and Grandma 
didn't even flinch, she just swallowed it all.

    In fact, she even licked a few drops of cum off the tip of 
my cock when I was done. "Thank you, Maude," I said.

    "You can call me Grandma," she said, and then she tucked 
the covers back over me and left, closing the drapes so I 
could sleep.

    I must have slept for three or four hours, because I didn't 
wake up until I heard the doorknob turning. It was my mom, 
Carol. She must have just gotten home from work, because 
she still had on her office clothes. 

    Now, my mom isn't a bad lady, but you could see why Billy 
said some of the stuff he did. She was really, really pretty, 
and no matter what she wore it showed. She has really dark 
black hair, lots of it, and it shows off really nice against her 
smooth white skin. And she wears short skirts a lot, so you 
can see her long legs, and usually a pair of silky stockings 
like that day, and high heels. But most of all, she has really, 
really big breasts. You'd almost think they'd tip her over, they 
stick out so much. And sometimes she wears these tight 
sweaters, especially the ones with stripes across the chest, 
and that makes it even more obvious.

    But at work she usually just wears a blouse and a jacket, 
like that day. The jacket and her skirt were bright red, and 
she looked really great.

    Well, right away she walks in and starts asking me about 
what happened and wanting to look at the bruises and 
scratches. They didn't hurt so much by then, but I guess they 
still looked pretty bad because she started oohing and aahing 
over me. And I guess Grandma had told her pretty much what 
I'd said, because she said she was proud of me for sticking up 
for her -- even though I should have found some way out of 
fighting. And she asked me if I was ashamed of the way she 
looked.

    "No!" I said, really loud. "You're beautiful. I think you're the 
most beautiful woman in the whole world, and I'd say that 
even if you weren't my mom. All my friends think so. Last 
week, Eddie Packer said you were even sexier than Raquel 
Welch."

    Well, there I'd gone and said something without thinking 
again. Mom had been caressing my forehead but she just 
stopped and looked at me then, and then looked at herself. I 
tried to apologize, but she said it was OK.

    "Gee, Mom ... Carol -- I love you," I said. "I'd do anything for 
you, really I would."

    Mom bent down and kissed me on the forehead, and then on 
the lips. It was just a little peck, but when I reached up to 
hug her she stumbled a little and pressed down harder. And 
then I felt something come over me and I held onto her and 
kissed her back, and I felt something hot and wet slide 
across my lips and she had her tongue in my mouth! And I 
touched it with mine, and it was like a lightning bolt. Pretty 
soon Mom was on the bed next to me and we were kissing and 
hugging and nuzzling. I put all my love into it and it felt like 
my mom was loving me back.

    But then she jumped back all of a sudden and put her hand 
to her mouth. 

    "I'm sorry, Mom!" I said. 

    "It's not your fault," she said quickly. "It's mine! I'm your 
mother! I don't know what got into me. Oh, God, what did I 
do?"

    She was still sitting on the bed, and I sat up and hugged 
her close and tried to tell her not to worry. She was crying a 
little, so I reached out and wiped the tears away from her 
smooth cheek. And then she turned to me, and I kissed her 
again. And this time she kissed me back, and soon our tongues 
were together again, and we were holding each other tight.

    I pulled her back down on top of me and we kept on kissing. 
It felt so good I didn't want to stop. When Mom started to pull 
back again, I reached up and kissed her on the neck and all 
around and she fell back down onto me. "Oh, Mom," I 
whispered into her ear, "You make feel so good. Can I do 
something for you?"

    She didn't know what I meant, so I crawled onto the floor 
and knelt in front of her and started to pull down her skirt 
and her pantyhose. She tried to stop me, but I told her I 
wanted to show her how much I loved her.

    "Wh-where did you learn something like this?"

    "From Auntie Vivian," I said. Mom just fell back onto the 
bed and I pulled her stuff off and crawled in between her legs 
and did just like Auntie Vivian had told me.

    Mom had even more hair down there than Auntie Vivian did. 
I rubbed her hairy mound with one hand while I spread her 
pussy lips apart with the other. Pretty soon I had my tongue 
inside her. Mom grabbed hold of my head and pushed me into 
her, moaning "Yes, son, oh, God, yes, that's so good!" I was in 
heaven, lapping at my mother's cunt. I found her clit, too, and 
she shrieked a little. "Oh, God, oh, God, yes, right there, 
Philip!"

    She started writhing around on the bed, getting all tangled 
in the sheets, and I kept sucking at her dripping cunt. 
Eventually she started groaning and then she went stiff as a 
board and then shuddered over and over again and she pushed 
my head away.

    By that time my cock was so stiff and sore I knew that if I 
didn't do something about it soon I'd just die. So I stood up 
and pressed the tip of it against the entrance to my mother's 
cunt.

    She just looked up at me and shook her head. "No, Philip, 
don't do it! We can't!"

    "Oh, Mommy, I have to! Please, Mommy, I want you so bad!"

    She just sighed and spread her legs wider and my cock 
slipped right in. I held it inside her. She was so hot and wet 
and her pussy squeezed around my cock, it was even better 
than Auntie Vivian's mouth. Pretty soon I started moving back 
and forth and Mom started moving with me.

    "That's it, Philip, sweetie, push it into me. Oh, God, yes, 
fuck your mother's cunt, Philip! Make Mommy cum again! Fuck 
my cunt with your hard cock!"

    What she said made me even hornier and I started bucking 
really fast, pumping away at her hot box. I reached down to 
touch her and my mom ripped open her blouse and popped off 
her bra. I'd seen her in a bikini before, so I knew how round 
and full her breasts were, but I'd never seen them all the way 
like this. Her nipples were the size of my little finger, and 
they stood out in dark circles about as big around as saucers. 
"Touch Mommy's breasts," she said, and I did. I shook with 
excitement. I kneaded the massive globes and when she told 
me to suck them, I bent down and took them into my mouth 
one at a time. I couldn't get much of them in, they were so 
big, but I licked them all around and I suckled at her nipples. 
She pressed me down into them and I almost thought I 'd 
suffocate. Still I was pumping away at her cunt, and her legs 
closed in around my waist and she pumped right back. "Fuck 
me! Fuck me harder! Fuck your mother harder!"

    She reached down and put her fingers around my cock when 
it slid out of her pussy and she squeezed and rubbed it, urging 
me to go faster. Then she had another orgasm and I held on as 
she bounced underneath me.

    After that she made me stop. When she saw the look on my 
face she laughed. "It's not over yet, Philip," she said. "Just 
hang on a second." She sat up on the bed and peeled off the 
rest of her clothes. Her breasts jiggled and I couldn't take my 
eyes off them. "Go ahead," she said, and I reached for them 
again, massaging them as she slipped out of her blouse and 
jacket.

    Then she told me to lay back on the bed and she crawled on 
top of me. As I held her hips she lowered her cunt onto my 
cock and we started pumping away again. "Grab my tits," Mom 
said, and I did. "Squeeze my nipples," she said, and I did that 
too.

    She took my cock all the way into her cunt and her crotch 
ground against mine as we fucked away. We moved together 
like a dance team or something, she said. I guess she meant 
the way we matched our thrusts.

    Her pussy was really soaking wet by this time, and juices 
were streaming out and covering my crotch. The room seemed 
to be getting really steamy and there was a thick odor that 
was something like Auntie Vivian's cunt but also different.

    After awhile, Mom got off me and turned around. She 
motioned me to come up behind her and she reached back and 
guided my cock into her cunt again. As it slid in, she moaned 
and said "God, you're still so hard! I've never had any man like 
you!  You're fucking your mother's brains out, do you know 
that?"

    That made me hot and I slammed my cock into her. She 
groaned again and I kept it up, grabbing her around the waist 
and pulling her back onto me as I thrust forward. "I'm gonna 
fuck you, Mom," I shouted. "I'm gonna shoot into your cunt!"

    My cock got bigger and I started to tense up. Mom started 
bucking back at me faster. "Cum inside me, Philip! Fill your 
mother's cunt! I want you to FUCK ME HARDER!"

    This time I felt like my balls were going to swell up and 
explode. I was right on the edge but nothing happened and I 
just kept pumping and pumping. My whole crotch was aching 
and I could feel every nerve in my cock being massaged by my 
mom's hot cunt. I grabbed at her tits, hanging low, and 
squeezed them hard. My mom was shouting all sorts of stuff 
and I was moaning and groaning and finally I felt the cum boil 
out of me and burn through my cock and I shot it all deep 
inside my mother's pussy, wave after wave of cum pulsing 
through me. 

    She came with me. "Yes, yes, Oh, God, yesssssssss!"

    After our shudders subsided and we lay next to each other 
on the bed, holding each other close, my mother caressed my 
cheek. I nuzzled into her neck.

    "Mmmmm, Philip. Did your Auntie Vivian teach you all 
that?"

    "No, Mom," I said. "Some of it just came naturally, I guess." 
I thought of how the day began, and smiled. "And then there's 
Maude."

    Mom grinned. "Well, right on, Maude," she said.