Date: Wed, 31 Mar 2021 20:23:36 -0400
From: Dirty OldMan <dirtyoldmanwriter@gmail.com>
Subject: Seduced by a Snake - Chapter 3

Authors Note - First, let's get the `mandatory B.S.' out of the way -
Descriptions of Graphic and Explicit Sexual situations ahead... If, for
whatever reason, it is illegal for YOU to view such `pornography,' Leave
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And lastly... I mentioned this in my note of the first chapter but as a Gay
Man writing from a female perspective has been an interesting
challenge. I'm hoping that the main character's `worship' of her young
lover's body and the joy she has in making him feel good, despite the
humiliating and `disgusting' things he has her do to him, do have some
`homoerotic'' tones... and there will be some boy on boy action in future
chapters, I promise!

Now on with the tale....

Seduced by a Snake - Chapter Three

In the last hour I'd just experienced three things I never had before -
getting `intimate' with a guy outdoors, getting `intimate' with a guy while
others were watching and having my mouth filled with the horrible,
disgusting taste of cock-cheese, which had been fermenting within my young
stud's foreskin for who knows how long. As soon as we got in my car, Snake
reached over and put one of his hands between my legs, giving my crotch a
firm squeeze. I felt myself gush.

"Fuck, I can feel how hot and wet you are already," he grinned and, as I
opened my legs just a bit wider, he gave me another squeeze and I felt
another surge of heat rush down there. "I'll bet you couldn't stop thinking
about how much you wanted my cock again, last night, huh?" I felt my fact
go hot and knew it was turning red as I admitted to my teenaged lover just
how right he was. He kept his hand between my legs the whole time, rubbing
and squeezing at my crotch as I drove us across town to my house. Just
before I pulled onto my street Snake informed me that indeed, the fluids
oozing from my pussy had actually soaked through and the slacks I was
wearing were becoming damp.

Once inside my house, as he'd done the day before, Snake grabbed me and
planted a deep, wet, open-mouth kiss on me, one of his hands going back to
my damp crotch, his other hand to my tits. I'd purposely worn an old shirt,
so that if he literally ripped if off me, as he'd done to the blouse I had
on the day before, it wasn't one of my nicer shirts that got ruined. I
couldn't help myself and as he kissed and groped me, I found one of my
hands moving down his body, down to his sweatpants and the `snake' he had
hiding inside. It wasn't hard, nor was it soft, but somewhere in between -
semi-hard, or as they say today, he had a bit of a `chubby.' When my hand
found his cock, I felt him moaning into our kiss and, without pulling his
mouth off mine he grunted, "Fuck yeah! My little slut really wants my cock,
huh?"

Keeping my lips to his, as he'd done, I moaned an affirmative, "Um hum,"
into his mouth, groping his cock harder within his sweatpants and feeling
it become more solid as I did.

Our kiss got harder and deeper. Our hands moved over each others' bodies
with more passion and intent. We both were breathing heavy and getting
hotter by the second. Finally my young stud broke our kiss, took a step
back and said, "Goddamn, you're such a hot fucking slut." I looked down to
see his cock awkwardly tenting out his sweats and grinned, knowing that the
kid was so hard just for me. "It wasn't even an hour ago that you sucked me
off and I'm already nearly ready to go again," he reached down and slapped
at the tent in his pants, his grin getting bigger as he did.

"So here's what we're gonna to do," he continued, as he reached into his
pants to adjust his cock so it was flat up against his belly, several
inches and his hooded cock-head poking up from the waistband, rather than
tenting out his sweatpants, "I'm gonna to go upstairs and get ready for
you, and you're gonna go get my bag out of your car and start washing my
dirty clothes." I'd completely forgotten about the duffle bag he'd thrown
in my car back at the park, before we took our walk, and I couldn't believe
the kid expected me to do his laundry, but I really wanted him to fuck me
again and, it seemed, I would do just about anything to get what I wanted
and headed out to the garage as Snake went the other way.

I should have been prepared. I should have known. But all I was thinking
about, when I unzipped the bag full of dirty laundry, was how I couldn't
wait to get the wash going, so I could get my young stud's cock to be back
inside my body again. Fuck! The stench was horrendous. As I pulled the
wadded clothing out of the bag, I half expected to find a rotting piece of
meat, or something along those lines, as I couldn't imagine that clothing
alone could produce such a noxious odor. I separated the nasty smelling
clothing into darks and whites and, adding a bit of bleach to the water, I
began putting the whites in. The last item that I was about to throw into
the washer was a plain pair of `tighty-whitey' briefs. They'd been well
worn, as proven by the yellow and brown stains on them, I couldn't decide
if the stains in front were from piss or cum (or pre-cum maybe?), or
possibly a combination of them, and there was a faint, but noticeable `skid
mark' along the backside.

I don't know what came over me, but before that filthy pair of made it into
the machine, I lifted them to my face and inhaled deeply through
them. There was a hint of the mustiness that had attacked my nose when I
first opened the bag, but there was also the unmistakable odor of Snake's
crotch. I'd sucked his cock twice now and both times I'd breathed in that
same scent, although it was stronger directly from the source, as I
`huffed' his dirty drawers. I'll bet by this point in the story it isn't
going to surprise you much that the soiled and stained pair of underwear
never made it into the washing machine. Instead, I wadded them into a ball
and shoved them on a shelf behind a box of detergent. I figured that since
he'd taken a pair of my panties the day before, he owed me. And I figured
that a day would come when, for whatever reason, I wouldn't be able to see
my new, young lover, so now I had a `souvenir' infused with the bitter, yet
intoxicating odors of his crotch to pull out as a reminder of him.

Once I had the first load of laundry going - and the stinky pair of Snake's
underwear hidden away on the shelf, I headed upstairs to get my reward. I
looked into my son's room at the top of the stairs and could still smell
the faint odor of the sex Snake and I had had on Dustin's bed the day
before. Then I glanced across the hall to my daughter's room and was
shocked to see my young stud lying naked on her bed.  My first thought was
to tell him that I'd rather use my own bed, but then it occurred to me
that, despite being fucked by him twice the day before (once vaginally and
once anally) and sucked his cock twice, this was the first time I'd
actually seen him completely naked (he'd kept his pants on and only pulled
his cock out the day before when he fucked me).

He was lying on his back spread-eagle, his arms and legs wide open and his
cock, rock-hard and so long it looked strange on Snake's relatively
smallish body, hovered over his belly. It was so long it went a few inches
past his bellybutton, the nub of his fleshy foreskin adding another half
inch to its impressive length. The moment I walked into the room I could
smell his body odor and felt a rush between my legs. That big grin popped
onto his face and he said, "Get naked," as his cock throbbed and I saw
there was a small, clear pool on his stomach right where the tip of his
erection was. I didn't hesitate and within seconds I was just as naked as
he was. I stood there, waiting for my young stud to tell me what to do
next.

His eyes raked over my naked body with the same intensity that I was taking
in his. For a moment we just stayed as we were, him lying on the bed
staring at me and me standing there staring at him. As I did, I noticed a
couple more somewhat surprising things about Snake's body. First, while his
cock did look a bit disproportionate compared to the rest of him, his
balls, his huge balls, definitely didn't fit with the rest of his body. I
swear each of them was the size of a lemon, within his hairless, wrinkled
sac. The other thing I noticed was that while his body was basically
hairless - he only had tiny rings of hair around each of his nipples and a
thin, faint trail descending down from his bellybutton, he had incredibly
thick dark patches of hair in his armpits and his pubic bush looked like a
jungle of dark curls. But other than that, the kid was basically hairless.

"I can't believe how fucking lucky I am to have such a hot, sexy and
willing piece of ass like you," he said in a sweet tone which, despite his
foul words, still brought a rush between my legs, "Now come over here and
I'll tell you what you're going to do." I moved over to the side of the bed
where he indicated he wanted me and stood, waiting to be told what to do
next.

"If you haven't noticed," he tilted his head to the side and took a sniff
of one of his hairy, sweaty armpits, "I'm smelling a bit ripe." He grabbed
my hand and tugged me down on the bed with him. I landed with my head on
his chest, my legs hanging over the edge of the bed. Then he took me by the
head again, tangling his fingers in my hair for total control and then he
pushed my face into one of his hairy, `ripe' pits. I couldn't help myself
and inhaled deeply. He kept my face planted in his malodorous pit and after
exhaling and then breathing in his funk for a second time, Snake hissed,
"Such a nasty fucking slut."

I took one more deep breath with my nose buried in the warm, sweat-damp,
thick hair of his armpit - I know, right? I could feel his stink coating my
face and I know it had been days since he'd bathed and it was clear he
didn't use deodorant, his smell was so strong, yet I couldn't get enough of
it - when I hear him growl, "Now lick it!" the heat within my body cooled a
bit at his words and when I obeyed, I only stuck out the very tip of my of
my tongue out and... well, it wasn't as bad as his cock-cheese, but nothing
I'd ever had in my mouth before or since was worse than that, so... Anyway,
I stuck out the tip of my tongue and took a swipe over the pelt in his pit,
pulled my tongue back into my mouth and thought, `I can do this!' and, just
as Snake started to push my face even deeper into his pit, I opened my
mouth and stuck my tongue out as far as it would go and I licked my young
stud's hairy, rank carpet of pit-fur as he pushed my face in deeper. My
mouth was full of hair. The hair was full of sweat and whatever else had
brewed in there since he'd last washed. And all that bitterness filled my
mouth. It was disgusting, it tasted bad - again, not as bad as his
cock-cheese earlier - and yet I couldn't get enough of it.

I licked. I sucked his pit-hairs. I even dug through all that hair down to
the skin below and sucked the bitter taste right off his skin - I might
even have left a hickey down there. Even if Snake hadn't been holding my
head in there, at least after the first few moments, I wouldn't have pulled
away. There was so much about this entire situation that I just couldn't
fucking explain. I licked and sucked, sucked and licked, until his pit was
slimy with my saliva and not much of his taste was left, and I couldn't
even count how many of his hairs I'd swallowed. Only then did Snake release
my head and he threw that arm out wide, exposing his other hairy
armpit. "Now that that one's clean, you can get busy on the other one."

Feeling the gush between my legs, I did as I was told. I gave that armpit
the same treatment as the first, even digging my face deep into it without
needing his hand on the back of my head. The more I licked and sucked on
his pit-hairs, the more humiliated and depraved I felt, and I got wetter
and wetter. I was so heated up that I didn't even flinch when he reached
down and bent his long, thin dick to one side and barked, "Now clean my
pubes!"

I moved right down and put my face in his pubes, which were just as thick,
if not thicker than the hair in his armpits, and before I stuck out my
tongue and started to lick, I took in a deep breath through my nose. I
don't know why I was so surprised that the smell down there was different
than the smell in his pits, but it did. Not entirely different, it was
almost like the same `base scent' was there, but each patch had a few
different ingredients added or subtracted giving a distinct different odor
to the two places. There was a bit of a difference in the flavor too. While
both scent and taste were just as strong as his pits were, for some reason
it wasn't as bitter. I gave that thick patch the same energy and enthusiasm
as I'd done in his pits and after a few minutes they were just as slick and
slimy. Then he told me to lick his balls clean. I'd sucked and licked on my
ex-husbands balls a few times, but his had been all hairy and Snake's were
perfectly smooth, except for a tiny bit at the top where his pubes had
grown down, a bit like sideburns. And, as I mentioned a bit ago, they were
huge. My ex's were small enough that I didn't have too much trouble sucking
both into my mouth at the same time. But as I licked Snake's massive orbs,
I was wondering if I'd even be able to get one of them in my mouth. Of
course I did. I couldn't take them both in at the same time, but I did
manage to get one at a time. They also had a flavor of their own, rich and
salty, again similar to how he tasted in other places, but not the same.

But then, once I'd thoroughly serviced my young stud's overactive
sperm-factories, in one quick movement he reached down and grabbed a
handful of my hair, keeping my head right where it was, he pulled his legs
up to his chest, which tilted his hips up too and now my face, which had
been on his balls, was firmly planted in my grubby new lover's sweaty
ass-crack. I couldn't help but breathe in and cursed myself when the rank,
sour stench filled my nose and caused the most powerful rush of heat
between my legs that I'd felt all day. No! This wasn't right! THIS was
something that I DID NOT do! My ex had asked me a couple times and I
refused. He'd do it to me, that was fine, but I wouldn't kiss him
afterward. And yet, when Snake barked, "You fucking know what to do, slut!"
I immediately stuck out my tongue and got to work.

And honestly, it wasn't all that bad. Later I would discover that while he
didn't clean his entire body frequently, he did wash his ass daily,
"...expecially after I've taken a shit." (and yes, he did say,
"expecially," that isn't a spelling error). Even when he told me to stick
my tongue up his asshole and I tasted a tiny bit of a `tang,' it didn't
stop me from drilling my tongue in deeper. He kept me in his ass just as
long as he had with his balls, pubes and pits, and I wouldn't have minded
staying a bit longer, it was such a nasty thing to be doing and doing it
turned me on so much, but my young stud had had enough of my tongue up his
ass and needed something else. It wasn't until he started yanking me up his
body by my hair that I realized how much I needed something else too.

When we were face to face he looked at me a second and then started
laughing. I wanted to die. I gave it a quick thought and realized what I
must look like, after he' been twisting up my hair and smearing my make-up
all over when he was pushing my face into his body. I wanted to pull
away. I wanted to get off him.I wanted to, but I couldn't. He still had a
hold on my hair. I think I started to cry. His laughing toned down to a
chuckle and said, "You are such a nasty fucking slut," and that big grin
popped onto his face as he added, "and I think I'm falling in love with
you." I swear his words hit me deep. I didn't know how serious he was
being, but the thought of a young stud like him falling in love with me
sent yet another hot rush between my legs. Was it possible me and the
street-rat had a future together? But then, without missing a beat, he
released my hair and that hand went down to grab his rock-hard cock, his
other hand went around my waist and hoisted me up just a bit more. I
realized what he was doing only a second before he did it. The boy had
incredible dexterity and agility. He lined his cock up and pushed once,
missed, but hit his mark on the second push and then he thrust upward and
pushed me down, forcing at least five or six of the nine and a half inches
he had inside me. After that, all thoughts of love or of the future were
banished from my mind as the hot, long cock made its way inside me.

I was in a state of chaos. I didn't know what to think. I was aware that
the last thing I should be doing was getting fucked by a teenaged kid who's
real name I didn't even know, at eleven o'clock on a weekday morning, in my
daughter's bed, without any contraception during the most fertile time of
my monthly cycle, but being aware of an issue and taking heed of it are two
completely different things.

Snake was on his back. I was straddling his waist with as much of his long,
lean cock inside my pussy as would fit and I could feel the muscles down
there clamping around his skinny shaft, and it felt so good, despite the
aching `gut punch' I felt when he drove in too deep. I wanted more. I
needed more. And to get what I wanted, I began to rock up and down, back
and forth, tilting my hips just right so my young stud's cock hit the spots
inside me that sent electric shocks through my body. All reason and
rationality was gone. Feeling Snake's `snake' burrowing around in my guts,
those mind-numbing shocks coursing through my body, knowing that just a
little bit more would send me over the edge and bring on those sensations
of pure pleasure that I so badly needed.

We stayed like that for several long minutes. Me riding Snake's cock,
bouncing up and down on him, meeting his upward thrusts with the downward
part of my bounces, the pain of his deep stabbing melding with the absolute
rapture of having a rigid cock inside me after going so long without.  But
I still needed more. And after a bit, more is exactly what my young stud
gave me.

I'm not exactly sure how he accomplished it, but all the sudden Snake
pulled me down so my tits were smashed against his chest and, holding me
tight with his cock buried as deep as possible inside me, he somehow
managed to flip us around so I was lying on my back and he was on top of
me. As soon as we were settled in the new position, my teenaged stud
started to fuck me with everything he had.

I was screeching. Snake was grunting. I could feel my climax rising within
me. I was nearly there. I just needed a tiny bit more to finally get what I
so badly needed. Now, I don' know whether or not the kid knew what I needed
at that moment, or if what he did next was just a coincidence, but just as
I was wondering if I would ever actually be pushed over that edge, he
rammed so deep inside me the `gut-punch' nearly took my breath away and
only a second later he slapped one of my tits. His slap was hard and
severe, stinging my flesh, but it was one finger that connected sharply
with my nipple that did it for me.

Snake's excruciating slap, along with the deep drive of his long, skinny
cock bottoming-out inside me was all it took. I let out a scream as I felt
the first wave of bliss wash over me. Snake grunted, slammed his cock deep
again and he slapped my chest once more, only this time his swat connected
with my other tit. The second wave that coursed through my body was even
more intense than the first and a louder, more extreme screech came out of
me and I felt the muscles between my legs clench even tighter around the
teenager's cock.

I was in heaven. The waves of orgasm coursing through my entire body as my
young lover slammed his long cock in and out of me, slapping and pulling on
my tits and grunting with his own impending release. Then Snake adjusted
his position just a bit and it felt like he was driving his cock even
deeper inside me. The next wave that blasted through me was even more
intense than the last. I was finally getting what I needed, an explosive
orgasm wracking my body, making my every nerve-cell ignite. I was in a
state of pure bliss and couldn't imagine anything feeling any better. But
then one of my young stud's hands went down between us, to the place where
our bodies were joined together, and just like he'd been doing to my tits,
he landed a smack right there, right where his cock penetrated me, right
where the most sensitive spot of my body was.

When Snake's slap hit my clit I became unhinged. I felt my pussy-muscles
seize and clamp around his cock and the next wave of pleasure that shot
through my body was more powerful than I'd ever felt in my life. I let out
a godawful shriek and felt more pressure building inside me. He smacked the
top of my pussy again, making another scorching wave of pleasure, even more
powerful than the last, blast through me. And then, Snake's hand remaining
right there, he pinched my clit between two of his fingers and I went out
of my mind.

Snake pinching my clit hurt, as did the slaps he'd landed there. But it
hurt in a way that somehow felt incredible. It hurt in a way that made me
come like I never had before. I barely registered my young stud's words as
the incredibly intense sensations took over.

"Tell me you want it!" he bellowed, pinching my clit again and making me
crazy. "Tell me you want my spunk up in you! Tell me you want my sperm!
Tell me you want me to fucking breed you like the nasty fucking slut that
you are!

I'm still not sure how I managed to actually form words and speak them
(well, scream them anyway...), and as the next wave crashed through me I
wailed out, "I want it! I need it! Oh fuck, Snake! Gimme your spunk and
make a fucking baby in me!" And that's exactly what he did. Well, we can't
be completely sure that the sperm which actually fertilized the egg waiting
inside me was shot out in that particular orgasm, or the one he shot in me
the day before, or one of the many that he would pop-off inside me over the
next couple days, but you get the idea.

"Take it, bitch!" he bellowed as I felt his cock swell inside me and then
begin to jump and jerk as he dumped his spunk inside me. And then he got
even louder as he howled, "Fuck yeah! Squirt all over me, you dumb cunt!"
he reached down and grabbed a nipple, pinching and twisting it as he'd just
done to my clit. I could feel my body reacting, my pussy having seizures as
Snake filled me with his cum and I sprayed both of us, and the bed we were
on, with my own ejaculate.

We were a tangled, sweaty mess of intertwined body parts, neither of us
able to breathe properly, as my young stud lay on top of me, his cock still
twitching with the final drops of his orgasm, and I couldn't imagine
anything else I'd rather be doing at that moment than cuddling with my
young lover, as we recovered from the incredible orgasms we'd both just
experienced.

It was nearly noon and as we regained control over our breaths, a long,
loud rumble emanated from within Snake's belly. "Sounds like my big, strong
man needs to be fed," I chuckled into his ear, "and I've got to throw the
first load of your laundry in the dryer."

I got up and started to grab my clothes. "Don't get dressed," he said,
sitting up and scooting back so he was reclined against my daughter's
pillows (we fucked in her room, on her bed, in case you've forgotten) and
continued, "I like looking at you naked." then his grin got a bit bigger
and he added, "Especially when I can see my cum oozing out of your cunt and
down your leg." My face heated and surely turned red, but I relented and,
to make my stud happy, remained naked. "Tell you what," he said, leering at
my bare body, "I'm gonna go take a shower," he stated directly, "so why
don't you go down and take cafe of my laundry and get lunch started and
when I'm done, I'll come down and entertain you."


I was pulling his whites out of the washer and throwing them in the dryer,
when I heard the shower turn on upstairs. I got his dirty dark clothes
ready, but didn't start the load yet, knowing that the washing machine
would pull hot water from Snake's shower and I didn't want to `freeze' him
out. I was nearly done heating some soup and making a few grilled-cheese
sandwiches when I finally heard the shower turn off. I suppose those who
don't bathe too often spend a good amount of time showering when they do. I
went and turned on the washer and a few more minutes Snake came downstairs
to join me. And I couldn't help but laugh when he finally did.

He was wearing only a pair of very small, way too tight, bright red
bikini-briefs, which could barely contain his flaccid dick and huge balls,
with a big `puff' of dark hair popping out of the top that the red fabric
couldn't contain. I knew they were my son's underwear - I clearly
remembered the `discussion' in the store when I'd bought them for
Dustin. He begged for the `colored' briefs, when I tried to buy the much
cheaper, plain `tighty-whities' for him.

"I didn't have anything clean to put on and I hate putting dirty clothes
back on," he said, giving the huge-looking bulge in the tiny bikinis a
grope, "so I grabbed these." His grin was as huge as the bulge he made in
my son's underwear, then he added, "Hope you don't mind." And then he
pranced around the kitchen like he was giving me a show, singing a silly
and slightly baudy song that I'd never heard before, about two men sharing
one pair of `skivvies.' He danced his way up to me, standing at the stove
keeping an eye on the food. I feel his body right up against mine and I can
feel his cum start to ooze out of me again Then I feel his hand on the back
of my leg, which slides up and around. I can feel his fingers moving over
the already dried and crusted cum that had dripped down my leg as soon as
I'd gotten out of my daughter's bed and stood up. Then his exploring
fingers moved up a bit further, to where a bit more of the kid's spunk had
oozed out of me more recently and was still wet to the touch. And then I
let out a bit of a gasp and felt my insides squeeze tight when his fingers
finally reached the apex between my legs and touched the recently fucked,
still sensitive, still wet and still mostly engoreged pussy-lips.

"I've fucked nearly a dozen other bitches, but not one of them ever made me
feel like you do," he said, as one of his fingers pushed up inside me. "I
think you got a magic cunt, or something like that. I swear, I never knew
anyone could make me feel so good."

I wasn't too surprised when, after he pulled his finger out of my
cum-soaked pussy, he stuck that finger in his mouth and sucked it clean,
especially after he'd eaten his cum right out of my pussy after he'd fucked
and filled me, the day before. The food ready, we sat at the table - me
totally naked and him only wearing the ridiculously small pair of red
bikini-briefs - and as we ate, we talked.

"Tell me about when you got your cherry popped," he asked with a mouthful
of grilled-cheese.

I recounted the tale, "It was the night of Senior Prom," I said, almost
embarrassed at how `cliche' the story of my deflowering was, "and he got us
a room at that cheap motel over by the airport. We'd been going out since
christmas break and the first time he asked me to do it was Valentines, but
I wouldn't. I did give him hand-jobs and I'd let get in my shirt and down
my pants with his hands, but I wouldn't even suck him, let alone let him
fuck me." I thought back, remembering how desperately my ex tried to get me
in bed, "I basically gave in because I felt sorry for him. We were both
eighteen and both virgins, which was fine for me, but I know it's different
for guys."

"Shit," Snake interjected, "I was thirteen my first time." That intrigued
me. He was the same age then as my son was now. Curious, I asked how old
the girl was, "Fifteen," he said. The age my daughter was now. He went on,
"She was the `neighborhood pump,' most every guy that lived within three or
four streets who could pop a boner and shoot a wad got at her at least
once. But then, she was going out with my next-door neighbor, he was
sixteen at the time, and one day he tells me to go to the school up the
block and hide in this big bush on the playground. I didn't know what to
expect, but before long him and this girl come walking by and they've got
their arms around each other all cuddly and shit and, when he knows that I
can see them, he gives her a big, wet kiss and I see his hands on her tits
and even down in her crotch. He takes her under this overhang, where it's
kind of dark, and he leans back against the wall and she's right in front
of him and they're making out. But then he stops kissing her and I can see
him say something in her ear, but I'm too far away to hear what he
says. And then she drops down to her knees and takes his dick out of his
pants and starts sucking on it."

Snake went on to tell me about how he watched as his neighbor got sucked
for a bit, then pulled the girl to her feet and put her back against the
wall, and how he lifted her dress, "She was only wearing this sun-dress
kind of thing and, I saw when he lifted it that she wasn't wearing any
panties." So the neighbor boy eats the girl's pussy for a bit and then,
keeping her back against the wall, stands up and fucks her.

"I was so horny I jerked-off two times while I was watching and four more
times that night thinking about it." Now remember, this occurred back
before the internet, around the time that video tape recorders were first
on the market, before pornography was so easily accessible, so seeing a
`live sex show' was kind of a big deal. "So the next day my neighbor tells
me to go to this little, hidden spot in the woods that all us kids knew
about, where we could get up to no good and nobody could see us. Now I
don't know what he told her, but when they got there she sat down with me
and he says, `You've got ten minutes to do whatever you want with her,' and
he walks away.

Snake told me about kissing the older girl and then how he started to play
with her tits. "She was only wearing one of those tube-tops, so they were
easy to get at," and then how he explored lower, "All she had on down there
was a pair of terrycloth shorts, but no panties, so I only had to push the
shorts aside to get at her cunt." He told me about how he explored her with
his fingers, "She got so fucking wet, kind of like you do, and I loved it
when she'd gasp a little whenever I touched her clit." So, I'm pretty sure
my neighbor was watching the whole thing and I also think he wanted to see
me fuck her, but I spent so much time playing with her tits and her cunt,
that after ten minutes, when he came back to the spot, I was still drilling
three of my fingers in and out of her.

"So the next day he tells me to go a block over to this office building
that was under construction. It must have been a Saturday or Sunday,
because nobody was working and we could get in where they had a hole cut in
the wall for this big air conditioning unit, but it hadn't been hooked up
yet. It was pretty rough, just studs where the walls would be, some of them
had sheets of plastic stapled to them and a cement floor. And when my
neighbor and his girlfriend walk up, I was surprised to see another guy
with them. I knew he was a friend of my neighbors and I always thought he
was pretty cute. So we all crawl through the cut-out and into the
building. The neighbor guy rips a sheet of plastic from the `wall.' and
spreads it out on the floor so the girl doesn't have to lay on the bare
concrete. He pushes up her dress - she was wearing that sun-dress thing
again, with no panties - pulls his dick out of his pants and starts fucking
her.

"He went at her for maybe four or five minutes, with me and the other guy
watching. He went easy at first, going slow and even kissing her as he
fucked her. But before long he starts banging her really hard and he's
grunting like a dog, so we know he's finishing. Then the other dude gets
down with her. He pulls his pants all the way down to his knees, so I can
watch his ass, and once he gets in he just started going like a fucking
rabbit. Didn't take him more than two minutes to come and I gotta say, I
loved watching his ass get all tight when he was popping his wad up that
slut's cunt.

"And then it was my turn," Snake went on to tell me about how he was
embarrassed at first, "I didn't want the other guys to see my skinny,
little dick," he admitted. But that didn't stop him from mounting the girl
and sticking it in her. "I'd gotten a couple blow-jobs from some friends
before, but that wasn't anything like that girl's pussy. It was so fucking
wet and hot and, well, knowing that a lot of the wet inside her was the
other two guys' spunk only made it better. I didn't even last as long as
the two-minute guy." Then, that big grin on his face he added, "Never did
fuck her again, but I did pop her little sister's cherry a couple weeks
later and I did screw her a bunch more times after that."

Then he says, "So, finish telling me about prom night," with that big grin.

"Well," I had to shift gears, still thinking about a much younger Snake,
the age my son was now, sticking his dick into that cum-filled pussy,
wondering if the fifteen-year-old girl was on the pill, or why she wasn't
worried about getting pregnant, at the same time feeling a bit more of
Snake's cum ooze out of me. I thought back sixteen years before, "He was so
ready and excited that we left the dance almost two hours early. It was
kind of funny, because he put my hand on his pants when he was driving us
to the motel and his dick was hard as steel, but when we got there he was
so nervous it went soft and it took almost an hour before I could get it
hard again. That was the first time I sucked his dick."

"What was his dick like?" Snake asked and, for the first time since I'd met
him, the confidence and cocky attitude wasn't in his voice.

"It was short," I said with a grin of my own, "Like, barely five inches,
but it was almost as big around as a beer can. I couldn't ever suck it for
very long because my jaws would get so tired if I tried to relax them at
all, my teeth would scrape it and he didn't like that. So anyway, he
finally got hard and, well, I was wet already," Snake grinned and nodded at
that, "and he'd finger-fucked me a bunch of times, even getting three or
four fingers in me and I really liked that, so I figured that a real cock
should't be too much different. But for some reason when he got on me and
started to put it in, it hurt like hell."

While it wasn't the most uplifting memory I had, it'd relived it so many
times in my mind that I didn't have any trouble talking about it, "I
screamed and cried and begged him to stop. I even hit him and tried to push
him off me. I felt like I was being ripped in half. But he was a lot bigger
than me and I think he got off on my struggling, and I really couldn't do
anything but lie there and take it. Thank god he didn't last long. And he
fucked me again a while later, and it didn't hurt as much that time." Like
I said, I'd thought about that night quite a bit over the years and
decided, "I think that he tore my hymen partially, but not fully when he
finger-fucked me, but that fat, little dick of his tore what was left of my
cherry to bits when he shoved it in my that first time. But once I got used
to it and he got to where he would last longer, that fat cock of his would
stretch me out so much that I almost always came when he fucked me."

"And then you got married not long after prom?"

I felt my face heat and knew I was turning red, "Yeah, about three months
later, after I found out I was pregnant with Chelsea." I loved my daughter
and wouldn't change a thing if it meant that I wouldn't have had her, but I
was still a bit ashamed to admit that I got knocked-up before I got
married.

Snake's grin got bigger and he mumbled, "Slut..." under his breath. I felt
my face turn a brighter shade of red. Then he asked, "What about the other
guy that fucked you? You said you've only ever been with two guys before
me, right?"

"Yeah," I said, my mind taking a different route down Memory Lane, "I met
him about two years after I divorced my ex. I was only twenty-five and
already a divorcee and single-mother with two kids, and I really didn't
think I deserved a `good guy,' so when this older guy, he was like
forty-something, kind of chubby and short, and going bald, but he asked me
out I said, `Yes.' He took me out to dinner and a movie a couple times, and
then asked if I wanted to go back to his place after we'd eaten on our
third date."

"And you wanted to get fucked, so you went home with him," Snake guessed. I
let him know that he was correct and he asked, "What was his cock like?"

"It was longer than my ex's, but not even close to being as big around, and
not even close to being as long as yours, maybe six and a half inches long
and probably about," I held up my hand, my thumb and forefinger making a
circle about an inch and a half from side to side, "this big around. It was
easier for me to suck, but it didn't stretch me out as much as my ex's cock
did, and I had to fiddle my own clit to come when that guy fucked me. And
he also used a condom. My ex never did, so that was new and I don't think I
liked the way it felt very much" My mind wandered a bit further down that
same route of Memory Lane, "We only slept together three times and, well,
it kind of freaked me out, but I was on my period the last time and I
didn't think he'd want to - my ex wouldn't touch me with a ten-foot pole
when I was bleeding - but when I told him it was like he got even more
excited. I couldn't believe that he ate me out that night and it was
disgusting when he came up fron between my legs with my blood smeared all
over his face and telling me how great my bloody pussy tasted. And when he
got ready to fuck me he said, `Since I can't knock-you up while you're
bleeding, I don't need to use a fucking rubber this time,' and I really had
to go at my clit to make myself come that time. And I never saw him again
after that."

"I fucked a girl when she was on the rag once, but I didn't eat her out,"
his grin went big, "but you know I'm going to try it the next time you're
bleeding." Neither of us knew at that time that it would be nearly a year
before I had a period again and he'd have the chance to try. "But the
grossest thing that ever happened to me was with this one girl, she was a
fat chick and when I was getting ready to fuck her, since I didn't have a
rubber, she wasn't going to let me. So I got her to let me fuck her ass and
when I got about halfway in, I could feel a log of her shit, but I was so
fucking horny that I didn't care and kept on going. After I blew my wad in
her and pulled out, my cock was covered in shit, especially under my
foreskin, and she got so pissed-off at me when I grabbed her panties and
used them to clean it all off my dick."

I chuckled, not able to imagine just how disgusting that would be and being
incredibly thankful that nothing like that had happened the day before,
when Snake took my `anal cherry' and fucked me up the butt.

I don't know what made it pop into my mind, but there was a moment of
silence there, just a few seconds, and to fill it I blurted out something
that had happened the night before, "I think I heard my son jerking-off
last night and right after I heard him getting pissed-off because he
couldn't find something. "

I couldn't believe how big Snake's grin got as he heard me speak. It wasn't
just his mouth - one side rising up in what would have been a huge smile if
the other side had risen also, but it didn't - but his excitement was also
apparent in his twinkling, deep green eyes and in the way his forehead
wrinkled just a bit, and how his nostrils flared. And I'd bet that if I
could have seen through the table, I'd have seen his cock throb inside the
too-tight bikini-briefs he had on.

Then a thought that had lingered in the back of my mind for years, ever
since Dustin's personality truly began to shine as a toddler, one that I'd
never spoken aloud finally came out, "I've always thought he might be gay."

And while the grin never lessened, if anything it got bigger, his face
turned bright red and I felt another gush between my legs. His whole
demeanor changed and for some reason he looked much younger than his
nineteen years. He admitted, "I got-off last night switching between those
panties you soaked over me yesterday and that nasty t-shirt. I'll bet your
boy has at least a year's worth of spunk on that shirt. There ain't one
spot on the whole thing that don't got some bit of yellow on it. It was
white before, right?"

I nodded, but my mind was wondering just what he'd done with my panties and
my son's crusty t-shirt when he was "switching between" them the night
before.  TheBut then he added, "I put a big load on my own on it. I think
I'll give it a few more and then put it back under his bed." Wait, what???

That' when the dryer buzzed indicating that the first load of his laundry
was dry, which caused me to look away from Snake and over toward the
laundry room. When I looked back, his whole demeanor had changed
again. "Better go get them before before they get all wrinkled," he said. I
seriously almost told him to get up and take care of his own clothes, but
then he did get up and I saw his long, narrow cock, hard as a rock, at
least seven of the nine-plus inches of his shaft poking up, out of the
way-too-small bikini-bottom he had on. "I'll be upstairs waiting for you,"
and he turned and I watched his tight, little butt walking away and felt
another gush.

I got up, wondering if I should take care of our lunch dishes now, or after
`round-two' with Snake. But as he headed up the staircase he called out,
"Don't be too long or I'll have to spank you." I felt yet another gush and,
despite my better judgement, I scooted to the laundry room and took care of
that, then raced back up stairs, hoping that my young stud had finally
chosen my bedroom for our encounter. But he was back in Chelsea's room,
sitting on the edge of her bed with my daughter's diary open, one of his
fingers running down the page. He was focused on the diary and didn't
notice me for a bit.

He once again looked younger. Almost like a little boy looking at a
pornographic magazine. His eyes were bright, but squinting a bit, his lips
were moving along with the words he was reading, and his cock was throbbing
with every beat of his heart. Of course there was another rush of heat
between my legs, despite how weird the situation was.

He was startled when he first noticed me standing there in the doorway,
jumping a bit and almost dropping Chelsea's diary, "Fuck! Quicker than I
thought you'd be." But within a second he was Snake again, all cocky and
confident and manly, then that grin pops out, huge, as big as I've seen it
and he says, "Like mother, like daughter," and his cock throbs, only harder
than it had with his heartbeats, "she's just as big of a slut as you are."

He must have seen the shock in my face... What, my baby girl?? Huh???

"You ain't never read this, have you," it was a statement, not a
question. I never had read my daughter's diary. I knew she had one, I'd
seen her writing in it, but I wasn't that `nosy mother' and never went
snooping in my kid's rooms, especially after they started cleaning their
own rooms back when they were in grade-school.

He flipped back several pages and a finger trailed down the page until he
read in a falsetto voice trying badly to imitate a teenage girl, "I finally
did it and it was gross, but I think I'll suck Billy's dick again. He
really liked it. And I liked it when rubbed me down there too. I mean, I
REALLY liked it!! I might let him eat me out, but I don't want to go all
the way. Not yet anyway. I don't want to get preggers and become a teenaged
mom even younger than my mom did."

I stood there, stunned! He flipped ahead a page and in the same
high-pitched voice, "...he said `blow-jobs aren't enough anymore, if you
don't let me fuck you, I'm going to break up with you.' and I got mad
because that' what he said after he ate me out and licked me `down there'
and I didn't want to lick his butt, but then he showed me how clean it was
and let me smell it and it wasn't that bad, but...but it was really weird
that I was thinking about that and then he said, `and if you don't want a
baby, I can fuck you in the butt,;...'" He scanned forward a bit, "It hurt
so fucking bad and I told him that I wouldn't ever let him do that again. I
was so mad that he didn't stop. It isn't like he didn't hear me crying and
screaming, begging him to stop. And it was so gross after, with all his
stuff dripping out. Maybe I will just let him fuck me the regular way next
time. But Tina did say that it hurt way less the second time Jimmy did it
to her. I wish I could talk to my mom about all this, but she would FREAK
OUT!!! I mean, I only remember that one old guy that she went out with
years ago, it's been so long her cherry probably grew back. And she's so
uptight, I'll bet she's never taken it up the ass before, and I can't even
imagine her giving a B.J.... EWWWWWW!!!

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. I didn't want to hear any more, but
that didn't stop Snake, "I CAME!!! I can't fucking believe it. Well, of
course I've come before, you know all about that, and Tina's the only other
person who made me do it before, but I actually came while Billy was
butt-fucking me. And it was the best one I've ever had, except for maybe
the very first one I gave myself, but... It still hurt. But oh my god, it
felt soo good too..."

After that I did ask Snake to stop reading. He replied with, "Just one
more," and he flipped ahead several pages and ran his finger over the
paper, "where was it... oh yeah," and he took on the falsetto voice again
"...and Dusty says his room smells funny so I went in and there's no doubt
in my mind that it smelled like sex. Dusty didn't believe me and thought
something was rotting like that time mom found a bowl of milk under his
bed, but I told him to think about how Dad and Missy's room smells after
they've `taken a nap'? Of course it had to have been Mom. But who was she
with?"

Back to his own voice and cocky tone, "Like I said, like mother, like
daughter."