Chapter 3

Connie lounged in her hotel room, staring blankly at Johnny Carson on the TV. She wore her bathrobe, with nothing underneath it, and her bare feet were propped up on a footstool. This was so weird, being in Mexico and watching Johnny Carson. It was some San Diego channel, she believed. She heard Johnny's voice, saw his picture, but her thoughts were elsewhere. She sipped ice water, trying to calm her nerves. She didn't dare drink anymore alcohol tonight.

They'd made it back to the hotel alive, having luckily found a taxi after wandering down only a few dark alleys after they'd fled the sex-show tent. Billy hadn't said a word all the way back. He'd stared out the window, his face permanently flushed. He smelled of sweat, cum, and the Mexican's girl's pussy. Matt had tried to make silly conversation, but Connie had also remained silent, her embarrassment as great as her son's, if not more so.

Matt had wanted to come into Connie's room for a nightcap, or for her to come to his room, but she'd politely declined. Now the three of them were in their own separate rooms, Matt's down the hall, hers and Billy's linked by a common bathroom.

Things were turning out quite different from what Connie had expected. She'd come on this trip because she hadn't trusted Matt to come here alone with Billy. Matt was one of her wealthy clients, the owner of some prize animals. She'd been treating his high-priced dogs and horses for years. He lived on a ranch outside town, a bachelor, alone with his animals, which was strange because Matt was such a handsome hunk of a man.

Lately, especially since Connie had divorced Sam, Matt had been chumming around a lot with Billy. Too much to suit Connie. She had her suspicions, Matt being a bachelor and spending so much time with a boy young enough to be his son. And so when Matt had proposed the trip to Mexico, a flight to Tijuana for the weekend Connie had insisted she go along.

How wrong she'd been! Matt wouldn't keep his hands off her! It was obvious now that he'd been spending so much time with Billy so he could get closer to her. She realized now that she'd snubbed his every attempt to make a date with her these last several months. The divorce had been too upsetting. She'd shunned all men since the divorce, despite her increasing sexual frustration. She had good reason to distrust men after discovering Sam's deceit and faithlessness.

She'd married Sam while still in college, even before veterinary school. Billy came along within a year after the wedding, after Sam insisted on fucking her a minimum of twice a day. She should have realized even back then that Sam's fuck-lust would lead him to other females eventually.

Connie didn't know if Sam had been fucking around behind her back during the entire fifteen years of their marriage. If he had he'd done a damn good job of keeping it secret. All she knew was that she did catch him at it once, and once was enough. She'd divorced him without giving him a second chance and she'd never forgotten the shock of discovering her husband fucking another woman.

It was a sunny summer afternoon, and Connie had come home from work two hours earlier than usual, something she seldom managed to do. On the way home she'd waved at Billy, on his way to swimming practice on his bike. Matt's car was in the driveway, and Connie had pulled in next to it, quietly closing her own car door so she could surprise him. Little did she know the surprise she herself was in for.

Stepping in the front door, Connie almost tripped over a newspaper sack half-filled with papers. Now what was that doing here? She pictured Trixie Smith, their cute little papergirl with the pigtails who always wore a baseball cap and went barefoot, a regular little tomboy, about a year younger than Billy.

Connie searched the downstairs, but she could find neither Sam nor anybody else. She was about to call out, starting to feel a touch of uneasiness, when she heard a squealing giggle come from upstairs.

The door of her bedroom was open and noises came from the room. Connie st
flushed. The girl licked his cock as if it were a gigantic candycane. He lifted up and let her lick his balls, then his crotch. He settled his ass over her face and she sucked on his asshole, moaning, pumping her finger in and out of her sucking pink pussy.

"Christ!" Sam said, his cock throbbing upright against his abdomen and he slid down until he was on his belly between the paper-girl's legs. "Naughty girl!"

He pulled her finger out of her cunt. He sucked her dripping finger off, then plunged his face deeply between her thighs, stretching her pussy wide open with his fingers.

Trixie squirmed all over, gasping, humping. "Oh, I love that! Oooh, lick it! Oh, oh!"

Sam growled, slurping, sucking, driving his tongue in and out of the girl's inflamed pussy. As he sucked her, he humped against the bed spread.

Trixie arched up. Her toes curled and she grabbed Sam's head, crushing it between her thighs, humping at his face, squirming. She gasped repeatedly, her eyes turned back to white slits.

"Eeeeh, I'm coming!"

Sam at last pulled away, Trixie's fuckjuices dripping from his lips. "You dickens, you! That's three times already. How many times are you gonna come today?"

"A hundred," Trixie said with a sigh.

She kicked her legs up in the air, gripping them behind her knees and pulling them wide and well back. Her pink cunt pulsated, clear cuntcream trickling out of it like syrup.

"Shove your big fat cock in me, Sam. Fuck me!"

Sam rose up; his cock looking monstrous, fucklube running out of it like spit. He crawled over the slim young girl with her nubbin tits and drove his cock straight up her tight pink cunt.

Trixie's arms and legs wrapped around Sam as he settled down on her. She was gasping, her little ass jerking up and down as she fucked herself on Sam's enormous cock.

"Oh Sam, it feels so good! Move it, Sam, move it! Oh, fuck me!"

Sam grunted like a bull, his face as red as a beet as he crushed the little girl under him, grinding his hot prick in and out of her tight, sucking pussyhole.

"Oh Trixie, oh God Trixie, you're so hot, you're so good!"

Connie stood in the hallway shaking, her throat so dry she could hardly swallow; How could this be? How could Sam do such a thing? He was three times the girl's age and twice as heavy. She was the papergirl, for god sake, with hardly more than fuzz around her pussyhole. And how could she take Sam's cock? Her cunt had appeared hardly capable of taking two fingers.

Trixie clawed Sam's back, kicked at his humping ass, twisted her head from side to side, her mouth open, her eyes closed.

"Oh Sam, fuck me, fuck me!" she cried.

Sam grunted, fucking almost savagely, his cock making obscene squishing noises in the young girl's cunt. His hairy balls flapped against her pink crotch, getting frosted by the pussycream that was frothing out around his plunging cock.

"Baby, you make me feel so fucking good!" The young girl was gasping. "Oh Sam, I'm gonna come again!"

Sam plastered his mouth to hers, shoving his tongue down her throat. He growled, ramming his cock in and out.

Trixie's eyes opened and rolled back deliriously. Her toes curled. Her little butt wiggled madly, her fuckjuices bubbling out around Sam's plunging prick. She moaned into Sam's mouth, her pussy clutching with spasms.

Sam rammed his prick in to the hilt and shook all over. His body jerked with each explosion of his hot cum into the young girl.

Trixie grunted as Sam fucked his cum into her, clinging to him, squirming with youthful pleasure. As their orgasms subsided, Trixie opened her eyes wide.

"Now do it to me the other way," she said.

"What way?"

"You know! The way dogs do it."

"You dickens! How many times am I gonna have to fuck you today before you're satisfied?" Sam pulled his dripping cock out of her, pushing away.

"At least fifty," Trixie said, scrambling up on her hands and knees, Sam's cum oozing from her open pink cunt.

"Oh, you hot little bitch!" Sam said, slip ping his cock into her from behind. He rubbed his belly against her u
witnessed tonight--the Mexican girl with the dog and the donkey. She could still smell the lust in that tent, the sex-aromas given off by all the men, by the animals, by the girl. She could still feel the Mexican youth's cock spurting into her hand while Matt finger-fucked her. She could still feel Matt's hard cock flexing between her legs and spurting more jism into her hands, could still taste the cum she'd licked off her fingers like frosting. It had been months since she'd tasted cum or had felt a hot hard cock. She missed blowing Sam! Missed his pinning her to the bed and fucking her.

She worked her thighs together, rubbing her feet against each other. The pussyjuice leaked out of her like hot melted butter, making her a mess between the legs. She rubbed her tits, feeling their swollen weight, their silky softness and warmth. Her nipples stood up like fingers, surrounded by her erect and tingling cherry-bumps.

She pinched and tweaked her nipples, the fuck-tingles screwing through her cunt. She closed her eyes, picturing the scene in the tent. The first vision that popped into her mind was that of Billy, his cock randy and waving as he stumbled forward to mount the Mexican girl.

She'd had no idea Billy's cock had grown so large. It was certainly as large as Sam's, if not larger. Jutting up out of the young boy's slender loins, it appeared monstrously over-grown.

She shoved her hand between her legs, rubbing her frothing crotch, slipping her finger between the hairy slabs and sawing at the hot wet cuntmeat. As she slipped the finger inside herself, she moaned out loud.

She'd had no idea Billy knew how to fuck. Maybe he'd learned from watching the dog fuck the girl. Who knew, though, maybe Billy had been fucking girls for years without her knowing about it. She was not a prying mother and Billy's sex life was his own business. But it had come as a shock to see him up there fucking that Mexican girl, an exciting shock.

During the months since Sam had left, she'd more than a few times looked at Billy with hungry eyes. He was a young boy, but he exuded male sexuality. And he had the equipment of a man, she knew that now. He certainly had the equipment.

She was finger-fucking herself, thinking about her naked, erect little boy and masturbating furiously.

The bathroom door rattled and Connie's heart leaped. She quickly threw her robe over herself and stood up, tying her belt, then wiping off her fingers on her robe. She stood watching the door, expecting Billy to knock, then enter from the bathroom. Instead, she heard the lock click. He was locking the door from the inside so he could use the bathroom in privacy!

Connie felt a twinge of excitement. She'd never done anything like this before, but she couldn't help herself now. She tip-toed toward the door and knelt in front of it. Like the door that opened from the bathroom into Billy's room, this door had two locks. A deadbolt lock which could be turned only from the bathroom, and a key-lock under the door knob which could be used from the bedroom. Connie carefully slipped the key out of the lock, then peeked through the keyhole.

Billy sat on the toilet, stark naked. He was hunched forward, his elbow on his knee, his chin resting in his hand, looking like the statue of the Thinker. Connie heard a turd plop into the toilet and watched Billy wipe himself.

This is sick, she told herself. You're being disgusting, a pervert. But she kept her eye glued to the keyhole.

Billy stood up, scratching his balls. He milked his cock, letting a few drops of piss fall on the floor. He stepped in front of the mirror and lifted his arms, flexing his biceps. He hadn't a hair under his arms yet, although a small blond tuft sprouted on his groin. He ran his hands down his chest and belly, then played with his nipples. His cock throbbed up, pointing at the ceiling. He grabbed it and started to jerk it off.

Connie's head swam. Her heart slammed so loud she could hardly hear. She steadied herself against the doorframe with her left hand and shoved her right ha
robe as she went to answer the door.