
Soccer Mom III
By Titslave - Written exclusively for Dark Wanderer (and not
Watching the Wife, etc.)

[As if you needed to be told, this is follows Soccer Mom I and II,
DW files 1064 and 1257, respectively]



      Mrs. Vicki Gordon went through new clothes that she had bought
at the mall in the last few days.  She spent a long time with
make-up, choosing the right earrings and bracelets, and trying out
then settling on an almost masculine cologne - with lots of it on
her cheeks, neck and her arms. She narrowed down her choice of bra
to three, each with weave patterns, and settled on a very flimsy 42E
black brassiere that displayed the top halves of her breasts. She
put on matching garters and thigh high hose.  She put on one of
Tim's white shirts and, leaving the bottom buttons undone, tied the
shirt so that an enticing knot sat above her smooth, bare tummy.
This only enhanced the sight of the breast flesh with its
mouthwatering cleavage, and the bra pushed her ample globes together
in a way that she hoped would drive her young admirers crazy.  She
put on nothing under a dark brown long, snug, see-through skirt
besides her garters and thigh highs. Her ass cheeks and ass crack
were hard to through the thin, skin hugging fabric.  As she sat at
the vanity and worked nervously to fit on new red high heels with
long laces that wrapped luciously around the tops of her feet, she
dialed the phone and called Tony.  The thought of hearing his voice
as the phone rang made her flutter, and when he picked up, with his
Caller ID, he answered, softly: "Is this the best fuck in town?"

	"Hi," she said nervously, "how'd you guess?"

      He got an erection from hearing her voice. "We've been waiting
all morning for your visit, Mrs. --- Whore-don.  If you don't get
over here soon, I am going to have to jack off."

      She flinched at the nickname, but liked it, in fact loved it.
His gutter talk made her feel lusty.  "Who's there? What other horny
guys?" she said, trying to sound as sexy as she could.  "Eric and
your long lost admirer, Kyle. Are you looking real hot like we
said?"  Vicki's heart jumped at the sound of Kyle's name; she had
missed his eager sex and long hard dick.  "Oh, Tony," she purred,
"I've got on a top that shows off alot of my tits and nipples and a
see-through skirt and high heels.  Are you're sure it's OK that I
come over? Is this a bad time? Maybe I should go somewhere else?"
She wanted to play with his sex drive.  "Vicki, you are definitely
coming. I want to watch you suck dick.  My big geek brother may be
here, with his nerd friend, working on his computer, but they should
be leaving when you show up."   "Is your brother cute and also - uh
- appreciative of girls with big tits?" she asked.  "Definitely, but
he's totally shy.  A complete geek. And he's in love with you
Really?" she lit up inside like a firefly.  "You haven't noticed. He
comes to all the games just to see you. I think you've met him. His
room's wall has a bulletin board, and it's completely covered with
pictures of you."  "You're kidding? Really, Tony?" her voice went
back to a soft, girl style. "Then make sure he doesn't leave. I have
to meet him. See you at 1."

      Tim Gordon was so perturbed and nervous about what was going
on with Vicki that he left work to drive toward home at lunch time
to surprise her - maybe in the act - and talk some sense into her.
He was, to put it mildly, struck dumb by the things he had seen and
heard. Now he was determined to put a stop to this. His wife was in
need of therapy. She was acting like a back-in-the-alley tramp.
Noticing the Explorer in the driveway as he turned on to their
street he decided to check her out from a distance, so he waited. He
parked the car a few houses down and when she bounced out of the
house in a very daring outfit, dressed to kill, he followed her. 

      Meanwhile, when Tony got off the phone he turned to Eric and
Kyle in the kitchen.  "She's on her way, y'all."  He smiled and
cupped his balls under his soccer shorts.  "Get ready for a kickass
blowjob."  The other boys cheered.  Eric reached for his gym bag.
"Kyle, we better get out shirts off and slip into the team shorts.
Our little soccer whore loses control when she sees her men without
shirts and in shorts.  And don't forget the athletic supporter."  

      Then Tony called upstairs to his brother. "Hey Carl.  We've
got company in about five minutes. Hope you don't mind."  Carl was a
freshman at the local college, living at home. He was a very smart
computer science major, and actually quite handsome, but hid behind
his glasses and his smarts. He had gone to all the games his brother
played, and had a desperate crush on C.J.'s mother.  He had yet to
date a girl, although he inwardly quaked at their presence and
particularly lost all composure when Vicki Gordon was within view.
The sight of her big tits filled him with fear, and lust.

      "Who's coming?" he asked, looking with concern at his brother,
one of the few people he could look in the eye when in conversation
with them.  Another young man, Daniel, the "geek" Tony had referred
to, stuck his head out of the bedroom.  "A chick," Tony said coyly.
"Really," Carl said with curiosity, "Who?"  "C.J.'s mom."  Carl's
mouth opened. "Mrs. Gordon? She's coming here? Now?"  He began
running his hand through his hair.  "Yeah. And I told her how much
you admire her?"  Carl ran down the stairs, cursing.  "You told her
what?  What's the matter with you?"  Tony ran for cover into the
dining room. "I told her about your bulletin board, too!"  Carl
pushed him against the wall and turned and walked up the stairs. "I
can't believe it," he sighed, shuddering at the thought that SHE
would be coming here.  He disappeared into the bedroom and slammed
the door.

      Tony turned to his confederates.  "Maybe Mrs. Whore-don can
tease Carl and his friend a little while she's here," he snickered.
"She sounded like she wanted to fuck him when we were on the phone."
The doorbell rang.

      Tony called up. "Hey Carl, get the door."  He looked at Kyle
and Eric and smiled.  "Fuck you!" Carl shouted from the bedroom.
"I'll get you cable net access for your birthday!" Tony said.  Carl
slowly came to the head of the stairs and looked down at his
brother. "You're paying for it for two years?" Carl said quietly,
the anger draining from his voice.  "Six months," Tony said.  "One
year," Carl said.  Since Tony was going to get one year's worth of
cable access for his brother anyway, this was no concession. "OK,
I'll get the door. Maybe it's not her," Carl said. The bell rang
again. Carl walked slowly, apprehensively, down to the front door
and opened it.

      There stood the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. His
dream woman.  Her face was so wonderful.  Her bright red lips formed
a broad smile and her marvelous eyes, all dolled up,  looked at him
with intense curiosity.  His peripheral view of her chest made him
weak in the knees.  "Hi there," she said.  "Are you Tony's brother?
I'm Mrs. Gordon."  He could not look at her face, and struggled
without success to avoid staring at the dcolletage inches from him.
"Yeah, hi," he said, opening the door and practically fainting as
she stepped inside. She looked eagerly at Tony, Eric and Kyle, and
Carl took in her body, his eyes as wide as saucers.

      Tony and the others practically died with amusement at this
initial encounter and could hardly wait for more.  Then Tony stepped
to her and said: "Wow!  You look fantastic! Hey Carl, doesn't she
look incredible?"  Carl was mesmerized. "Carl? Hello?" Eric yelled.
Tony hugged her and kissed her passionately for a moment, a sight
that shocked his brother. When she did the same for Eric and Kyle,
and Vicki cried to the latter: "Hello, stranger," and put her hands
on his ass, Carl leaned against the wall, running his hand through
his hair again.  Vicki took her time kissing Kyle passionately,
driving her tongue into his mouth, making him neck with her more
intimately, rubbing her tits against his bare chest.  She loved to
kiss in front of these guys, and thrilled at the sound of their
murmurs and nervously awkward chuckles and coughs.  

      Now Eric and Tony were taking turns grabbing her ass and her
tits while she kissed and fondled Kyle. Tony whispered to her, "my
brother's totally shy, but he really loves you. Why don't you tease
him a little?"  She nodded and snuck her hungry hand all the way
down Tony's shorts in the back to feel his balls while she was still
French kissing Kyle.  Vicki looked for their hard young cocks and
she was happy to notice three swelling groins eagerly extending
toward her.   

      "How do you guys like my outfit? I tried to look sexy!" She
posed and turned. They looked her over and murmured heartily.  "Hey,
Mr. Gordon must go nuts when he sees you in this, right?" Eric
grinned. "He's never seen me like this," she said softly, sticking
her chest out at Carl and watching for the awkward reaction of this
boy, who obviously thought she was a hot chick. "Carl," she said,
moving closer to him, "how do you like my top?  Is it too tight?"
As he muttered "I guess not," she looked down at her huge looking
tits and said: "I caught you looking at my chest when you opened the
front door, young man," she giggled, aroused at the stimulation she
was giving him, "look at me, Carl."  He looked up at her, in a
deeper blush.  The other guys were snickering.  "Carl, " she said in
the most intimate voice she could summon, "have you been looking at
my big tits? And my ass?"  "I-uh-didn't mean to," Carl said, feeling
his lust more directly but still very shy in the company of th
vishing lady.

      "That's kind of a long skirt," Eric cut in, "I don't think he
could see your ass...."  She turned and bent a little, shaking her
butt.  Very slowly she pulled up the skirt, first revealing her knee
highs, then the big round cheeks of her bare ass.  "Now he can see,"
she said, staring back at him, then turning so the others could see
it.  They whistled appreciatively. She lowered her skirt. 

      Tony fondled her with a big smile. "Ever thought of going
blonde?"  "Do you want me to?" she said earnestly.  "You'd be
totally hot as a blonde," he said, running his fingers through her
hair, "and with pencil thin eyebrows."   "Really?" she said, turning
to the hall mirror.  Carl watched as Tony and Eric stood behind her
and looked at their hands squeezing her breasts while she stared at
herself picturing her hair blonde, her eyebrows thinned.

      The atmosphere was quickly filling with sexual tension.  "Oh,
guys, I know somebody you know, two very athletic boys. Two - uh -
new friends of mine," Vicki said, moving to Carl's side with her arm
in his. She looked over at Tony and Eric and this gave the
self-conscious, meek Carl an opportunity to take in her breasts, her
hair, her beautiful eyes and profile, how smooth her skin was around
her neck and shoulders.  Mostly his eyes locked in to her chest, its
cleavage so enticing. 

      Tony smiled and gave Eric a comradely punch in the shoulder.
"Did you make their acquaintance at the track?"  "Oh yeah," she
said, rubbing Carl's arm, "I couldn't wait til 1 and needed cock
this morning. So they came in handy."  Tony said: "I hear they came
in you."  Eric laughed.  She smiled, turning her eyes back to Carl.
"That too," she said.

      "Hey Carl," Tony smiled, now standing behind her and pushing
his dick against her ass. "Why don't you take Mrs. Gordon upstairs
and show her the changes you're making on your computer?"  Carl
blushed as she pushed her breast against him.  His hands were
soaking wet. "Oh, that's OK, some other time."  

      She moved within an inch of his face. "I would love to see
what you're doing. Tony says you're really smart. Please show me."
She caressed his face. "You're sweating, gorgeous," she said, and
began blowing softly into his face. She looked dramatically down at
his crotch, bending down and looking closely at his erection, then
looking up at him coyly, shaking her finger,  "and you like me." Her
cologne smelled incredible to him. The others giggled.

      "Well, all right," Carl said.  Tony said to her: "Follow me,"
he headed up the stairs, then Vicki, and the others, Carl
immediately behind her, gawked at her full, lucious ass grinding
back and forth as they ascended to the second floor.  Someone put on
some rap music.  "Hey Vicki, why don't you show Carl how to kiss?"
Eric said, smiling at Tony and Kyle.  Vicki put one arm around Carl
and her hand on his neck and pulled his mouth close to hers.  He
resisted. "Whoa," he said, "this is getting pretty wild."  Tony
snickered. "Oh c'mon bro, let her."  Vicki began to kiss his cheek
and his mouth, while he stood there overwhelmed with the excitement
of the situation. "You sure are pretty," Carl said, his voice
breaking.  She laughed and turned around, backing herself into his
chest, and pulling his arms around her waist.  Carl's eyes fell to
her massive tits. "How about that view!" Tony said, letting out a
wolf whistle. 

      Saying he felt a little dizzy, Carl sat down on the computer
table bench next to Daniel, who had been working on the computer,
pretending not to see but becoming enormously aroused.  Tony, Kyle
and Eric sat on or stood by the bed that faced them.  Vicki leaned
forward between Carl and Daniel, staring at the screen and asking
questions.  She shook her ass back and forth to the music, hoping
that her lovers on the bed could see through her skirt and that they
were getting rock hard.  She put her hands on Carl's and Daniel's
shoulders. They both were so nervous their hands trembled as one,
then the other, took the mouse or used the keyboard.  "Hey let me
see too," Tony said. He stood directly behind her and began
squeezing her ass, and rubbing his dick against it.  He worked her
skirt up to her waist and, holding it over her buns, turned to Eric
and Kyle, eyebrows jumping up and down in his brow, his strong, long
fingers pointing at her ass. He stuck his tongue out and licked.

      She kept asking questions about the software they were working
on and Daniel and Carl discovered that as she leaned further between
their heads her breasts were packed in a narrow space at the level
of their eyes. One of the bashful techies would turn to look at her
and a massive tit was there, enticingly half-confined by her shirt
and bra.  The young men were almost paralyzed with the shakes.

      Meanwhile Tim had parked his car three houses down and walked
with determination to Tony's family's house. His wife had been let
in twenty minutes earlier and he was intending to knock
authoritatively and demand to see her, and drag her home.  But when
he reached the front door, which was ajar, this assertive impulse
had been replaced by a shudder and an accelerating heartbeat . He
became sneaky, almost unconsciously so, and instead of knocking
pushed the door open carefully so that he would not be heard.  There
was nobody on the first floor, but he heard music and voices - one
feminine - in an upstairs room.  He slowly ascended the stairs and
stood in the bedroom opposite a doorway to another bedroom, and off
to the side to avoid being noticed - at first.  He was shocked to
see his wife, to his left inside the bedroom he was looking into,
and dressed like a harlot, with a teenage boy playing with her bare
ass, while she seemed to be flirting aggressively with two older
boys sitt t a computer.

      At this point Vicki made her voice very seductive. She was
getting so wet from toying with these guys.  "Let me sit down and
you can show me," she said, lightly scratching their shoulders and
their necks while Tony pulled down his shorts and began to rub his
long, hard dick against her ass.  He turned with a gesture of
exasperation to his mates on the bed. Tim felt like a hammer was
beating against his head.  

      As she had moved to sit she noticed for the second time the
face of her husband in a mirror that reflected the doorway across
the hall from Carl's room. At first she was stunned, and expected
him to barge in. She masked her anxiety.  But this second time she
found herself entering a level of excitement - a sexual high - that
was half-triggered by his presence. His passive presence.  Was he
just going to watch?  I won't let him know I see him, she thought.
Let him watch me for a while, thinking I haven't noticed. Let him
watch me show off for these babes.

      Carl got up and took Vicki's place behind the bench and she
sat down at the bench next to Daniel. Her husband was just feet away
from her and cursed her for the breathtaking way she looked. She
stretched her arms above her as if to yawn and then let them drop
behind the back of the bench. Tim watched the boy she called Carl
standing closer behind her, staring down at her tits to the point of
salivation, as did the one called Daniel.  

      Vicki's arms glided upward and caressed Carl's shaking body,
pulling him closer. She turned slightly toward Tim, careful to avoid
looking at him directly,  but excited at the thought that her
husband could see everything.  She looked up at Carl.  She kept
thinking of the pictures he had taken of her at the soccer games.
She said nothing for a moment and he just stared, frozen.  "Give me
a kiss," she muttered.  Eric yelled, "C'mon Carl, kiss the lady,"
and Kyle chimed in. "She's a hell of a kisser, likes it WET."  Carl
leaned way over and managed to meet her mouth and pecked at it.  He
began to move back up and away from her but she pulled him back and
drove her tongue into his mouth.  From his hiding place Vicki's
husband shook his head, dumbfounded. Here she was, attacking guys
half her age like a crazed slut!  He had to do something to end it.
 
      Affecting an interest in Carl's work she turned around  to the
front and acted very attentive to the computer. She moved the mouse
around a little and began to say: "Well, if I click on this icon,"
then she slowly, casually, dug her hands into her bra, pulled her
left tit out and let it jut out from a perch on Tim's shirt, bare,
rude, and aimed, despite its weighty fullness more up than out.
"....what happens?.....will this program go right to the Internet?"
She made it seem like she had done nothing exciting, but the impact
on Carl and Daniel was stupendous.  Their jaws fell to the floor.
Her breast seemed so much bigger to them than they thought.  Carl
smiled, uncontrollably giggling with nerve trauma, "Wow," he said,
shaking his head. "Wow!".  "Oh yeah," Kyle said, off the bed and
craning his neck.  Tim saw Carl and Daniel look at each other
pop-eyed, and Eric grinned at their very obvious state of
stupefaction.

      She looked up at Carl.  She wanted to drive him nuts while her
husband stood there like a dummy.  She tried to avoid blocking Tim's
view.  She wore a serious expression on her face, and played with
her tit as she stared earnestly into Carl's deer-in-the-headlights
eyes, and almost whispered: "Well, will it take me to the World Wide
Web?  Are you paying attention to me?"  He was speechless, and
inwardly her excitement was boundless.  So she turned to Daniel,
"Carl's got nothing to say.  What do you say?"  He just stared at
her chest and she turned to the screen, clicking with the mouse.
"Show me some more stuff," she said softly.  God this was fantastic,
she thought. She was almost panting, but concealed it. She studied
Daniel's face for the continuing reaction, then turned and looked up
at Carl.  The others were laughing and poking each other.

      Tim watched in shock as Tony walked over with his dick
straight out, perching stiffly over the top of his jockstrap.  Tony
then stood to her side, partly blocking Tim's view.  Tony licked her
ear sloppily and said, jacking his cock: "Vicki, I'm horny, so why
don't you turn around on the bench and suck Carl and me off at the
same time?"   These words, the sight of the boys on the bed rubbing
their exposed dicks, and Tony's bare ass and beefy thighs, with his
wife's beautifully manicured fingers promptly exploring his young
athletic skin, made Tim's hair stand on end.  As far as Tim could
make out his wife was licking Tony's jockstrap. This was confirmed
when Tony swiveled around and stuck his bare fanny out at her.
"Kiss my ass, big tits," he said.  She buried her face in his ass,
knowing that Tim was watching, no doubt in shock, as her hand
reached around to fondle the rigid boy-cock.  Tim noticed lipstick
all over the cup of Tony's athletic supporter.  After a few minutes
of Vi ating his ass Tony stepped behind the bench next to Carl and
called musically: "Time for your facial, soccer mamma."

      Without speaking Vicki turned around on the bench and knelt,
facing Tony's purple, rock hard schlong. "You're leaking, my dear,"
she giggled with a dirty tone to her sweet voice, kissing his
pisshole.  Carl was so jittery and aroused he was giggling
uncontrollably. She rubbed his crotch eagerly as she began to stroke
Tony.  "Nice doggie," he said, taking her hand away and slapping her
cheeks with his cock, "suck my cock, big tits."   She sighed as she
slowly took Tony into her mouth, her bright, sparkling lips wrapping
around his swollen cockhead, then the stem. Eric and Kyle were now
standing to each side of the other two boys. "Suck that dick, Mrs.
Whore-don," Eric laughed, stroking his cock with anticipation. He
went on, "Kyle, you should have seen her fucking Reggie last night
after she fucked us. He's got a fuckin' elephant dick and she went
crazy, jacking us off while she sat on his entry into the Guiness
Book of fuckin' World Weenies," he said.  Everyone laughed,
especiall iel and Carl, tension being released.

      Tony and Vicki were looking at each other as she cupped his
balls and took him deep, past her tonsils.  Vicki loved the sight
and smell of his pubic hair, and breathed in his boyish crotch
odors. She yearned for cock jammed down to her lungs.  "Oh yeah,"
Tony smiled, loving the feel of his dick penetrating her throat.  

	Tim reeled - he could not believe his eyes and ears.  

      Carl suddenly was over his shyness and pulled his pants down
to his socks, exposing a rigid and thick cock with oversized, very
hairy balls.  "Hey Carl, you're about to be sucked off by a
professional," Kyle laughed.  Tim felt clobbered again when Kyle
continued: "You shoulda come to practice to take more pictures of
her.  After practice we had an 'accident' - her mouth and pussy
collided with my dick, and Tony's and Eric's...." 

      She changed her wickedly puckering mouth to Carl's cock and as
he stood next to his brother, watching in disbelief as this older
woman's mouth worked his dickmeat so lovingly, he felt like his body
was concentrated completely in his rock hard prick. This was making
him crazy with an exciting new passion. He vibrated with the
forbidden feeling of this horny housewife's mouth sliding up and
down his virgin prick. Mrs. Gordon, his dream girl.  The sight of
her cocksucking and her accelerating jacking off of his cock made
Tony yell and shoot a huge load of semen into her face.  "Oh shit!"
Tony gasped.  Vicki's husband was horrified to see her laugh quietly
as the cream blasted her face.  And, to his frightening surprise, he
sensed that he was getting turned on.  He fought this reaction. No
way I am going that route, he told himself.

      The creaming of his wife's face was just the beginning for
Tim's embarrassment. He had shuddered when he heard his wife laugh
heartily and not even lift a finger to wipe away the dripping boy
jizz. She just kept right on sucking on Carl's cock. Tony, in a daze
with sexual release, stepped back , collapsing on the bed with a
sigh of contentment, and Kyle took his place. Vicki managed to free
her other tit and told Daniel to squeeze them, which he
unhesitatingly did.

      "It's about time," she said, happily jacking the two hot
studs' pricks, "for my weenie husband to show up."  Eric yelled,
"Excuse me?"   "He followed me here," she said, rubbing both cocks
against her mouth.  "God I wish I could suck these at the same
time," she laughed, licking one then the other, "but they're too
fucking fat."   Eric persisted: "Your husband followed you here
now?"  Tim's stomach went in a full circle the way she spoke, so
calm, so nasty, so dirty. "He could be in the house as we speak -
and as I suck - looking for me. I don't think he would like it if
you studs were coming in my face like this. Maybe someone should
check downstairs for him and get him up here. I'd love to see his
face when I fuck all you guys."  Tony sat looking at her and sensed
how much of a charge she got out of acting so nonchalant about this
possibility.

      "You mean he wouldn't do anything?" Tony went on.  His
question ended and Tim waited for her reply, delayed by the sinister
sounds of the subtle smacking of her hand on Carl's spit soaked cock
and the suction sound of her mouth working Kyle's dick.  Tim was
hoping that she would recognize the depravity of this sex she was
consuming so wantonly. Tim was expecting her to say that he would
step in to this filthy bedroom and take control, make her see that
this was wrong, get her to return to reality.

      With a pop she let Kyle's dick leave her mouth and she spoke,
her eyes never leaving the two pricks as she stroked them
vigorously, her grip on each tighter and tighter.  "I really wanted
those guys at the track to get turned on by my big tits and so I
wore a tight top with no bra.  My husband saw me leave for the track
knowing I looked like a whore. He should have thrown me on the couch
and fucked me.  But he went to the track and said nothing, which
means he must have seen me shaking my bare tits at those guys,
before they took me to the old broadcast booth and gave me some hard
cock.  So I think he - uh - likes to watch."

      "No way!  That's pretty wild." Eric said, the thought making
his dick harder as he waited his turn impetuously. "My dad would
knock heads, including my mom's...."   

      Tim saw this as a challenge he had to face.  He slowly walked
across the hallway, and taking a deep breath, knocked on the door.
They all turned and saw Tim Gordon, pushing the door the rest of the
way open. Just then Carl began to cry as if in great pain and hot
gobs of cum spat furiously out of him, landing all over Mrs.
Gordon's face.  She stared at her husband, smiled, and said: "Hi
honey."  Strings of jizz hung from her chin and were larded over her
cheeks and in her hair. She looked at Carl's still hard cock and
swallowed it, switching her eager fingers to Kyle's dick.  

      "Mr. Gordon!" Eric said, his cock defiantly pointing at Vicki.
The others were either reflecting shock or disbelief.   

      Tim looked at the incredible scene and said: "Vicki, I think
you need to come with me."  He gulped, watching her hands pull the
two boys by their asses when they instinctively began to back
slightly away from her.  

	"Now," Tim said.  

      The boys were frozen, uncertain about what to do.  "How long
you been here?" she said, rubbing the cocks against her face.  "I
just came up the stairs, hearing voices," he said, coughing
nervously.

      "That's a lie, my dear," she said.  She grabbed her right tit
and pointed it in the direction of the doorway.  "You've been
standing over there, watching me have fun with these," she turned
and closed her eyes, looking over her lovers for what seemed like an
hour to Tim, " - uh - very healthy guys." She dropped her tit
dramatically, watching its fullness. "I was shocked at what I saw,"
he said, defensively.  Vicki didn't want this cock party to end and
sensed that she could keep them all here. Nobody was going anywhere.
"I think if you wanted to stop this you would have walked right in
and grabbed me by the hair and dragged me out of here.  You would
have screamed so loud the neighbors two blocks away would have heard
you."  She looked at Tony and Eric, and rolled her eyes to the
ceiling.  Then she went back to sucking on Kyle's spit-shined, long,
fat cock.  Quietly she observed, "Kyle darling, the head of your
cock is quite large. You're almost as big as Reggie." She spat on it
arched her back, stroking it vigorously.  Her tits jiggled as she
jacked him. Although Kyle felt the need to throw his clothes on and
leave sexual energy he got - they all got - from Vicki kept him
there.  And he and the other boys were beginning to think that her
husband was not going to kick anyone's ass, or even raise his voice
to them.  Then Daniel resumed his tit play and Eric moved next to
Carl and gently but assertively edged him out of the way.  Eric's
fleshy wand had softened but hardened with the shift in tension from
being caught to being allowed to be dirty in front of Vicki's pussy
husband.

      "Tony? Are you home?"  It was his mother, calling from the
living room.  "Shit!" Tony said.  He slipped a shirt on and brushed
by Tim, who was now half turning to look in the direction of the
stairs.  Tony turned to look at Tim, then pulled on his arm. "Let's
go downstairs and keep her distracted."  Tim looked at him,
confused, then over at his wife, who was contentedly sucking Eric
off and jacking Kyle with renewed energy.  "Come on, Mr. Gordon!"
Tony whispered as his mother's voice rang out again, sounding closer
to the foot of the stairs.  Tim began to moving with him, just as
Kyle gasped and cried out and his dick exploded with five heavy
shots of semen, landing all over her.

      Tim followed Tony downstairs, hearing someone close the
bedroom door behind them.  Tim shuddered at the thought of what
would happen in there next.  But immediately as that very upsetting
thought descended upon him he was confronted with Tony's mother,
looking quizzically at him over Tony's shoulder.  "Mom," Tony said,
"this is C.J.'s dad, from soccer." "Hello," Tim said, extending his
hand with a half smile.  "Hello," she said warily.  Sensing her
concerned stare at him, Tim said: "My wife and I stopped by to drop
off - uh - some pictures my son sent from France. He's managed to
-uh - get some soccer in over there while living with his French
family."  Tony wanted his mother downstairs. "Yeah, they're totally
cool, mom. Then I told C.J.'s mom and dad about some of the new
games Carl and I have on the computer and we got into a kind of
tournament upstairs. Eric and Kyle and Daniel are here too."

      Tony's mother was somewhat mollified, but Tim sensed she had
questions. "I heard a yell just now upstairs," she said to them,
squinting at them slightly.  "Oh that was Kyle," Tony said.  "That
Duke Nukem gets pretty intense, right Mr. Gordon?"  Tim smiled at
him through hateful eyes. "Sure does, Tony," he said.  "Mrs. Gordon
is totally, uh, blowing everyone out of the water," Tony smiled,
winking at Vicki's husband.  Tim wanted to strangle this brat. His
mind was still up in the bedroom, visualizing the liberties his
loose wife was taking with young men half her age.  But he put on
the face of the established suburban middle-class husband.  "She
really is fascinated by computer games," Tim said.   Tony was
getting warmed up: "Yeah, she just blew us out, man. She really had
all of us guys by the balls!"  His mother raised her voice: "Tony,
watch that language."  "Sorry," he said, acting contrite, "I only
meant that she jerked us around like she's just retarded, you know,
like real roked us, and then, bam, she sucks you dry, like a female
vampire."  Tony's mother winced again at the coarse language and
shrugging,  turned to Tim. "How about you, Tim, why aren't you up
there fighting space monsters or whatever you do?"  Tony jumped in,
"Oh, Mr. Gordon is cool. Laid back. He just hangs to the sidelines
and watches his wife eat us for lunch.  Right Mr. Gordon?" He
laughed and smacked Tim on the back.  Tim could not absorb what has
happening to him.
