A/N: All characters are 18 or over.
Stacy could hardly sit through dinner with her mom and her boyfriend Wayne, thinking of his big thick cock sliding in and out of her mouth, or in and out of her pussy, even in and out of her ass. She thought she could taste it, feel it, a tingle of phantom
almost
s in the parting of her sex and the tight ring of her anus. She played footsie with him under the table, shimming her bare legs together so that her swollen labia lips touched underneath her tight shorts.
She glanced at her mother from time to time, hoping she didn't notice her arousal. Her mom was not an old woman. In fact, at thirty-seven, she looked much the same as Stacy at eighteen, just fuller and thicker, with longer legs, more vibrant hair, more piercing eyes. The experience of her libertine life had given her a soulful roundness that was reflected in her body.
Stacy couldn't wait to look that way for Wayne. She bet he'd appreciate how well the women in her family aged, and she was sure he'd look good even when he had a few wrinkles, a little gray hair, maybe even some scars!
And he looked great now, handsome enough to be a movie star and hung like hell. She knew because when he'd pressed his chest to her tits and kissed her, she'd felt his thick, hard prick against her hips.
"Stacy, you look feverish," her mother Ana said, eyeing her from across the table. "I hope you're not coming down with something."
"I feel fine," Stacy said.
"Maybe it's all that bike riding, taking up all your energy. You should catch up on sleep instead of flying all over town on that thing--even if Wayne did get it for you." Ana threw a pointed glance at Stacy's boyfriend.
"What's wrong with her riding around?" Wayne asked. "I would think you'd enjoy the peace and quiet while she's out biking..."
"She'll get wrinkles from all that sun," Ana said warningly. "Wrinkles and melanoma, that's what you have to watch out for. When I was a girl I didn't have time to go out and get a tan. Me and my sisters stayed indoor, helping our mother."
"But you're so good at your job," Stacy said. "You don't need my help..."
"That's true," Ana admitted--Stacy and Wayne smiled at each other.
Stacy noticed her boyfriend's eyes slid down to her breasts for a moment and she blushed. Wayne drank the rest of his orange juice and got up from the table, muttering that he had to get some chores done back home.
"Call if you need anything," Ana said. "I know your parents are out of town, so we won't think less of you if you need any help."
"Mom, he's not a child," Stacy protested. "He's eighteen, like me!"
"Well then, he won't need any help with his chores and you won't need any help doing the dishes. I'll be upstairs, getting
my
work done. Goodnight, Wayne."
"Goodnight, Ana," Wayne said.
She looked askew at him, speaking so familiarly to her, but didn't say anything about it. Ana never had been the type to keep someone at arm's length, especially when they'd been dating her daughter for so long.
The moment Stacy's mother was upstairs, she quietly snuck out the backdoor and headed next door to Wayne's house. She wanted to say goodnight to him herself--much more personably than Ana had. She knew that as liberal as her mother was, even she wouldn't let Stacy do what she wanted to with Wayne. Hell, it'd been so long since dad had left, Ana might want him for herself.
Cock: That's what it was all about. All the kissing, all the touching, all the rubbing and the feeling, it was all for a man's stiff prick. All the necking at movies. All the dancing at clubs. All the shimmying and giggling and winking and dressing up, it was all to fuck, to fuck big hard dicks! Stacy needed one so bad and she needed it to be Wayne's!
Stacy hopped the fence between their two properties. There was a good two hours of daylight left, plenty of time to get back and do the dishes once they were finished soaking. Stacy stopped abruptly at an open window. She heard Wayne inside, muttering to himself, and she looked through it to see what he was doing.
Her heart raced. Her knees shook. Stacy wondered if she was seeing things.
Wayne was standing with his side to her, his eyes closed, his right hand gripping his fat cock, jerking it. As he pounded it, he smelled a set of women's panties, moaning as he breathed their scent deeply.
Stacy's eyes bulged. That was the same kind of panties she worn. Ever since she'd turned eighteen, her mother had shared with her the secret of those lacy, skimpy panties--comfortable and totally erotic if she ever decided to go for it with a boy. Ana swore by them, which made it inconvenient when they were doing laundry. The difference between the ones Ana bought and those Stacy bought were only one size, owing to the full hips and curvy ass Stacy didn't possess yet. She wondered when Wayne had grabbed them.
Stacy's pussy seized at the thought that Wayne was too kinky to share it with her. They'd messed around--Wayne had even taken her virginity--but Stacy always felt like there was something coming between them. Obviously, it was these dirty urges Wayne felt he couldn't share with her. Well, Stacy would soon let him know that they were just fine with her. He could do whatever he wanted with her.
"
Yeahhhh,
baby!" Wayne moaned, his voice low. "You want this cock, baby? Yeah, you want this cock. You want this big cock..."
