The New Mysteries

Max's black Chevy pulled into his girlfriend's drive and he shut the lights off. He was nervous for what he was about to do.

"Max," he said to himself, looking into his rearview mirror, "You'd better be right about this." Max took a deep breath and got out of the car, moving at a steady, confident pace up to the front door of his girlfriend's farmhouse. There were only two lights on; the light in the den and the yard light.

Max knew that Jess was out of the city with her sorority friends. He knew she would be out of town all weekend. But, most importantly, he knew that her mom would be home all alone for the entire weekend.

Jess's mom, Velma, was home this weekend though, and Max was going to check up on a few of his hunches. He thought he'd seen Jess's mom looking at him out of the corner of her eye, ogling him, even. Once in a while her nipples would stiffen and show up through her blouse when he walked in, but they'd go back down right away. He was pretty sure that she'd been watching the two of them having sex before, too, but didn't Max didn't say anything about it to Jess.

Then there were the other things. Max would make suggestions here and there about her appearance, like saying that she looks better with long hair or that maybe her glasses needed up dating, and other little things like that. Generally it wasn't much later that Max would notice that Velma had let her hair grow longer, that she'd changed her glasses from the black horn-rimmed style she'd always had to a frameless style with smaller lenses. Her wardrobe seemed to liven up a little bit, as well; it moved from long skirts and loose sweaters to shorter skirts and a lot more jeans and bouncier tops or tighter shirts that she'd tie at her mid rift.

Max kept thinking, "What if you're wrong, man. What if you're wrong…" as he approached the door. He knew she would be awake for a while, she mentioned something about watching a movie and then finishing that new book that absolutely everyone is reading. Max had 5 steps left and his mind wandered to that day that he was leaving the shower after he and Jess had just got done screwing each other silly. He walked out naked; it was 5 steps to Jessica's door and he didn't want to drag a wet towel in there. Velma had been asleep for hours and her bed room was 5 steps the other direction.

What he didn't know was that Velma thought it was her daughter in the shower. Jess and Velma tended to walk around the house naked if they were getting up in the night, and Max had always found that extremely erotic. Jess's father and mother were never married and there was never anyone around the house unless Jess had friends over or Max's parents were over playing cards. Not expecting anyone but her daughter, she just walked down the hall naked, wanting a glass of water. She opened the door as he was leaving and they both blushed, but she held onto the door. They both gave each other a good look up and down and both their eyes glazed over slightly. They blushed a little deeper, mumbled some apologies to each other and she shut the door.

Max never forgot that fleeting glimpse he got of her though. Her toenails were painted dark auburn, the same color as her hair. Her legs were tanned and tight from all the running she'd been doing to stay in shaped. Her legs were slightly parted, giving Max a perfect view of her pussy. It wasn't saggy, the lips weren't loose like most women her age. Everything looked tight, just like she was a 20 year old, not the 46-year-old mother of his girlfriend.

Her bush was trimmed neatly in the classic V-shape, with her carpet fading from a fiery auburn at the top to a little trim of silver around her lips. Her belly was flat and had some tone to it, while her breasts were shapely and firm looking for her age. Her nipples were dark, but small, looking like little chocolate chips sitting on nickel sized areole. Her long hair was hanging straight and it was slightly messed up from sleeping. She looked like an older, slightly shorter version of her daughter, and that made Max very, very happy; a little too happy as he recalled as he started getting a little stiff as she stood there. She had to have noticed, and maybe that's why she blushed as bright as she did.

Max was lost in thought and he was at the door before he knew he had crossed those 5 steps. He was barely aware of what he was doing when he pushed the doorbell, but the time between him ringing and her answering was an eternity. The only thing he could hear was the thundering of his heart crashing in his ears. "What if you're wrong dude, what if you're wrong," repeated in his mind again. The porch door opened and there she was, standing in a white and light blue satin bathrobe, holding a drink in one hand, leaning on the door with the other. "You're not wrong, dude. Get her," Max heard rattle around in his head. The doubt disappeared and the confidence that he was known for stepped up.

"Evening, Miss Dinkley," Max said.

"Maxwell, how many times do I have to ask you to call me Velma?" she asked, shaking her head and smiling. Her long slightly curled tresses shook with her head, making her look even better as they settled down, framing her lightly tanned face and those amazing brown eyes. She laughed a little and took a drink from her glass. "Jessie isn't here, but you knew that," she said after swallowing. "So why are you here, Maxwell?" she asked quickly. She took another drink and waved him in. "Don't just stand outside all day, silly boy, come in."

Max entered the house; following close behind her shapely ass which he swore was wiggling from side to side a little more than normal. He followed her in the front door and into the kitchen. She set her drink down on the island in the center of the kitchen and looked at him.

"You look like you want to talk or something," she said. Her speech wasn't slurred, but she was far from sober and was rapidly approaching drunk. "This might be easier than I thought," Max said to himself.

"Sure. I wasn't doing anything tonight and was driving by and saw your light on. Figured you might be bored with no one to talk with."

"Well how considerate of you, Max. We should talk; we never talk, you just come here and screw my daughter," she said, looking at him shaking a finger. She thought for a second after seeing that she caught Max way off guard. "Oh Maxy, I'm sorry, it's gotta be the gin speaking. I wasn't wrong though. But, before we talk, you should have a drink, too." She turned around and started rummaging in the fridge, bending way over for him, sticking her head clear in and pulling out the gin and tonic and poured both into a large glass for Max. She slid it down the table to him. Max couldn't help but notice her ass while she was bent over and her nipples sticking straight out when she stood up. She noticed his gaze and looked down.

"Down girls," she said and stuck both hands in her robe, pushing on her nipples. She tried to rub them back into submission, but that only seemed to make them harder. Velma sighed in discontent and pulled her hands out. The only thing she managed to do from Max's stand point was open her robe up a little, loosen the sash holding it shut and make her nipples stand out even farther, making little points stick up through the satiny robe. "Let's talk in the den," she said and walked out the back entry to the kitchen and down stairs to the den. Max followed, staying close to make sure she didn't kill herself going down the stairs.

"So what should we talk about, Maxy?" she asked, sitting down. She didn't seem to notice that her robe slid half way up her thighs, but Max sure did.

"Well, why don't you tell me about the show. Mom and dad never talk about it anymore, not since Sara and I turned 15 or so," Max said thinking quickly.

"Oh, that goddamned cartoon. If it hadn't been for the royalty checks every three months, I don't think any of us would have let them keep doing that to us," Velma said. "Here, sit down next to me here and I'll show you the album," she said, uncrossing her legs and planting her feet a full shoulder width apart and bending between them. Max was treated to a full view as her robe slipped open far enough to show her lightly tanned tits with their dark, small nipples and her thighs spread open wide enough to give him a full shot of her little furry muff. Max about fell over, tripping on the table trying to walk, drink, and look at her body at the same time.

"Where the hell did I put the thing?" she asked no one in particular as Max sat down next to her. As he sat, his fingers found the satin sash holding her robe together and he gave it a slight tug; just enough to loosen the robe, but not enough that she'd notice. She sat up with a start, and Max thought he'd been caught. Her face snapped to his, her hair whipping around in a curtain. She pushed up her glasses and stared at him for a second. "I know where I put it!" she said. She stood up and her robe fell open in a wider V down to its sash, showing everything from an inch below her belly button to her nice round tits, barely concealing her nipples. Her eyes met with his for just an instant through her silver bowed, rimless glasses and she flushed. She stood up quickly and turned, making the bottom of her robe split open. Max found himself wishing that she was a couple inches taller so her muff would have been level with his eyes instead of her stomach and the bottom swell of her breasts.

"You stay here, keep drinkin'. I'll be back, it's upstairs under my bed," she said and stumbled up the stairs.

"Stay here, go up stairs, stay here, go up stairs," Max turned over in his head. "No, need to play this cool for a little bit yet, Max. She's laying it on pretty thick, but you need to make her want it. You have to make her ask for it. Besides, she gets much drunker and she's gonna let that robe fall off her shoulder altogether. Just stay here and let her come to you for the kill, Max," he thought to himself as he listened to his girlfriend's mother stomp upstairs, listened to her dump something out and tromp back down the stairs. She hesitated in the kitchen for a few seconds and came back down stairs. She had a big photo album stuffed under one arm and two full drinks in each hand.

"You need to keepin' drinkin'. I're not nearly as drunk as you am and that's not good," she said coming down the stairs into the den. Her robe had opened a little more at the sash and her auburn bush was visible at the junction of her thighs with a flash of silver around her slit, just as before. This time though, something was different, it was trimmed tighter; it was trimmed exactly the way that Jess trims hers. Max didn't tear his eyes away; he just kept looking at that beaver walking towards him. Velma was getting very drunk, but not drunk enough to not notice. She followed his gaze down and saw that her sex was completely exposed to him.

"Maxy, Maxy, Maxy. Are you looking at my pussy?" giggled Velma. She handed him his drink and set the book down on the coffee table in front of them. "It's not like you've never seen it before, is it Max," she said, sitting next to him, her legs spread just a little at the knees. She looked over into his lap and noticed the hardon snaking down his pant leg from his crotch. "Looks like I like it more now than you did before," she giggled pointing her drink at his crotch. She opened the snap holding the huge photo album together and took another swallow of her drink, her arm moving so that her robe fell completely open on her left side and her breast was fully exposed, the little brown nipple still hard as ever.

"There's all the pictures of your folks, Shagger and me. That's why they made that fuckin' cartoon," she said.

"Whoa," Max thought, "I've never heard her swear in the 18 years she's known me, she's really fuckin' tanked. Better get her to stop drinking. If I fuck her while she's sleeping it's rape."

Max moved his attention to the pictures which were mostly Polaroids and there had to have been over a hundred pages of them. Velma pointed to a picture on the front page, taking another drink from her gin and tonic. She started swaying in her seat a little and she put her hand on his knee to steady himself.

"That's us after our first case. You'll notice a lack of any fuckin' dog. That was the studio's doing. They thought it would add a little more kid appeal, " Velma said. Max looked at the picture and it looked pretty much like the cartoon. Jade and Jess's dad was in the back, tall and skinny, Max's parents were standing in front of him, and his dad was in fact wearing that neckerchief, and Velma was standing in front of his parents, wearing an orange school sweater and a pleated skirt.

"That was the case that got the studio's attention and they went in to talk with them about it. They loved the idea of four kids playin' dicks," Velma said, her left hand sliding down Max's thigh a little more and her other hand going to her drink. She took another swallow and looked like she was going to pass out.

"I'll besser stop drwinkin'," she slurred. She turned to look at Max. She tried to look him in the eyes, but her eyes were floating so bad Max doubted she could even see his face. "Bshidshe, you'd prolly fuck me in my sleep. Chan't have you fuckin' yer gerlfriendshh ma in her schleep. I'd have to call the copsh." She looked away, and back to the album, moving very deliberately. She carefully set her drink down and flipped a page in the book.

"Hersh where we went to the schtudio," she slurred. Her hand moved higher and her fingers started making slow circles on Max's thigh with her fingernails. "He wanted to meet ush fasche to fasche," Velma said, trying to speak clearly. Her hand moved further up Max's thigh and started flicking his cock head through his pant leg.

"Mash, you're not wearing underwear, am I," she said, turning the page and moving to stroke his length through the khakis. Max laughed a little bit and put his hand on her knee.

"No, I'm not," Max said, still laughing a little. "Neither are you," he said and slowly slid his hand down her thigh to her furry pussy. He was surprised at how much hair she had on her crotch and yet how soft it was. The heat pouring from her crotch was amazing. Velma's fingers went to undoing his fly and he leaned back to give her more room.

"Maxshy, I scheem to be schluring my speesch," Velma said again, looking into Max's eyes and fishing out his cock. "I think I need schomething to clear my throat," she said and started going down. Max slid two fingers between her lips and her pussy was soaking wet already.

"Uh uh uh," said, stopping her decent with his other hand. She sat up, looking like she was going to pout. Max pulled his fingers out of her pussy and he looked her in the eye.

"It'ssh becaushe I'm old and ugly and fuckin' drunk, ishn't it, Maxshy," she said, her hand still stroking his tool. Max shook his head and licked one of the fingers that were wet with her cunt juice. He offered the other one to her. She sucked it eagerly into her mouth and worked it over like a miniature cock. Max's other hand went to her left tit and started mauling it, pinching the nipple between his knuckles as he kneaded her D-cup like a lump of bread.

"I have a better idea than just that, "Max said, and she started deep-throating his finger and her rapidly clearing eyes looked into his. She hummed a "what?" and kept fucking his finger with her mouth.

"Stand up," Max said. She did, but didn't let go of his finger or his cock. She started slowly stroking his cock loosely with her hand, rubbing around on the head and then making another slow loose path down to its root. Max shuttered and slowly laid himself down on the couch. "Sit down," he said again. She obeyed, letting his finger go, but not his cock. She shouldered her robe off and took the left side off, switched hands on his cock and took the right side off. She looked even better now than she had a few months ago walking to the bathroom; apparently she had kept working out since then. She put one leg over his hips and spread her lips, starting to kneel to his aching, hot member. She made contact with her clit and his cock head and shuddered violently.

"Not on that," Max said hoarsely, as she slowly rubbed his head through her slit. "On this," Max said and stuck his tongue out, wiggling it slightly.

"Jinkes," she giggled and switched around, still stroking his prick, and slowly lowered her box to his face. He studied it as it came in close. Her pussy was so tight from not being used lately it was still shut. Her lips were wide open, though, and her clit was out of its little hood. Max leaned up and made an agonizingly slow circle around her button and felt her pussy shake. She put her tongue to his cock and slowly did the same thing to it, slowly circling it. Max couldn't help but squirm a little when she started feathering her tongue over its surface, still making slow circles.

Max copied her this time and jiggled the tip of his tongue as fast as he could as he circled her clit. She sucked his head into her mouth, but kept working it over with her tongue. Max followed her lead again and sucked on her clit, battering its tip with the tip of his tongue, sucking on it with his lips. She moaned lustily and took his cock all the way down her throat. It was Max's turn to moan this time, and he did. The vibrations of his deep voice sent a shiver through Velma as it hit her clit.

Max started leisurely tongue fucking her, sticking his tongue as far in her pussy as possible, twisting it and twitching it, and letting her feel his hot breath on her pussy. Max made two slow strokes in and out and then went up to suck on her clit. His tongue would then take a leisurely path back down to her leaking cunt hole and take a slow, fluttering circle around its rim and then he'd begin tongue fucking her again.

Velma, on the other hand, was deep throating Max's cock like it was filing an addiction for her. Her velvet throat sucked him in until her nose was tickling his balls and then she'd back out, her tongue working his shaft the entire way. She'd kiss, suck, and nibble on the head of his cock and then slowly work it back down her throat. Whenever Max rimmed her hole with his tongue, she'd start moaning louder and suck that cock back down her throat and start bobbing her head until his tongue was firmly lodged in her pussy again.

Max reached forward with his right hand and started fondling her breast. She moaned deeply, almost growling around his cock and started fondling his balls, rubbing them gently together between her fingers. Max's other hand moved back to her ass, gave it a playful slap, and he started playing with her little pink asshole. She stopped sucking his cock and moved down to sucking his balls when his finger slipped in. Max put his finger in up to his second knuckle and started wiggling, moving his tongue into her pussy and trying to tickle her g-spot at the same time

"Oh my God!" she screamed and her pussy started trying to pull Max's tongue in deeper and her ass contracted around his finger. Max just kept working her harder and faster, fucking her with his finger, pushing it in as deep as it would go, pulling it out, rimming her and wiggling it back in. He did the same pattern with his tongue, but he made sure to lick her g-spot each time with his tongue and nibble her clit every time he pulled out. "Holy shit!" Velma screamed again. "That's it! Fuck me with your tongue! Fuck that ass! Oh my GOD!" she screamed again, her face lying on Max's balls.

Max grabbed the back of her head and put her lips to her cock. She swallowed it all without hesitation and went to bobbing and sucking on his meat for all she was worth. Every time Max sunk his finger in her ass, she'd scream around his cock. Every time he'd bite her clit, she'd scream. Every time his tongue went in her pussy, she'd scream. Every time she screamed, Max was one step closer to cumming.