"Little Courtney_s Family Secrets" - читать интересную книгу автора (Ryder Virginia K. G.)

CHAPTER 11

I'll admit here, also, that as a young-looking 29-year-old mom, more like a girl in many ways than a woman, actually, I'm still sexually attracted to very young sex partners.

I don't know if that makes me a female sex pervert or not (like that hot blonde teacher in Tampa, now infamous, who got arrested for fucking her students), but I refuse to go into details about it with my therapist. As far as she knows, I'm simply a horny female with an over-stimulated vagina and clitoris who can't stop having sex with everyone or anyone. But my attraction to incest, or to the very young, is something I'd rather not bring into my weekly fifty-minute sessions.

Part of the reason, I think, is that I don't want to stop doing it.

For instance, some nights I pick a busy video arcade across town and pretend to look for one of my children. I'm just a regular mom out on her own, asking the kids playing there for help.

I scrunchie my longish dark hair into a ponytail, wear almost no makeup, put on flimsy, tight cotton shorts, and leave my bra and panties at home. My shorts say Hot Pink on the back. They've been seamed to separate the round cheeks of my firm butt and tightened in front to grip me just right-my pubic mound has a gentle bulge to it, so the clingy shorts show the prominence of my smooth, bikini-waxed pussy to best advantage.

If you know to look close enough, you can even see the vague outline of the pressed-open lips of my cunt. And when I get wetly lubricated enough, which I do very easily, you can see (and sometimes smell) the dark traces of oily moisture seeping out the fabric at the very bottom, between my legs.

Anyway, I usually show up at the arcade, then give the kids there quarters for video games, impatiently waiting for my supposed daughter to show up. Not too surprisingly, most boys that age, usually 10- to 12-years-old, love to talk about sex. This is especially true when a good-looking young mom with a perfect ass and noticeably erect nipples comes in worried about her own kid.

In fact, they love to shock, and so do I, and so we always end up talking about everything. The first time I use the word fuck in front of kids that age, or pussy or tits, or anything close, they go crazy. With one group of three energetic boys I met one night, I ended up standing outside in the dark with them after they offered to help.

This was a few years ago, when I first started prowling around for underage boys for sex. I don't even remember their names. I do, however, remember every other aspect of that wild and fun night.

All three boys were skinny, and two were shorter than the 5'6” I stood at. They wore ragged jeans, unlaced tennis shoes and black rock 'n roll tee-shirts. The taller one, who I assumed to be their unofficial leader, looked stronger, more muscular, than the other two young boys.

Still, as I'd said, not one of them was over 12-years-old.

“Where is my fucking daughter?” I complained, then smiled apologetically. “Sorry, it's just, she's supposed to be here. I love her to death, but sometimes she's such an irresponsible little cunt.”

It was obvious they were surprised at my language. It was even more obvious they were covertly staring at my boobs, jiggling under my skimpy halter top with every move I made. By then, my dark pink nipples were sticking right out there.

“I shouldn't have said fucking,” I told them. “And especially not cunt. You're far too young to hear language like that.”

But when they protested they weren't too young, not at all, I asked, “Do you kids even know what fucking means?”

“Of course,” they answered as one. “Fucking means screwing. Humping.”

“Then I guess you know what a cunt is, too,” I laughed. “So, what do you know about blow jobs..?”

From there, the talk got even dirtier.

They loved saying fuck right back to me, or blow job or cunt, as if they said it to grown-ups all the time. Not surprisingly, talking dirty to a scantily dressed sexy young woman got them very excited.

“We know all about blow jobs,” the larger boy said. “The girls at our school do it all the time.”

“That young?” I acted amazed. “Are any of them already fucking?”

That got them thinking. And talking.

“Kimberly Foyer does,” one of the two smaller boys burst out with. “She's supposed to fuck, just like that!” And he snapped his fingers. “Or Danielle and Heather Miller-they're sisters who'll do anything if you get them wine.”

I laughed.

“You mean, both sisters will fuck? Or just suck your dicks?”

“We heard, they'll do both,” the other smaller boy answered. “They'll do it together, too, for enough wine!”

“I went to school with girls like that,” I admitted, not yet mentioning I was a girl like that. “So, have any of you boys fucked that Kimberly girl yet?”

They just shrugged, looking to each other. They were clearly uncertain what to say, or what to claim, in front of each other.

“We want to,” the larger boy said. “To fuck her.”

“Have any of you touched her cunt, yet,” I asked. “Or got your hands on her tits or in her pants?”

Now there was a question headed in the right direction.

“Not really,” they mumbled, looking away. “Not yet…”

“Won't she let you?' I asked.

“Maybe,” was all the answer I received. Then, “We never tried.”

I just shook my head with a little laugh.

“If you want to fuck her, you need to spend time with her,” I told them. “Just be nice about it.” I gave them a quick smile. “And, believe me, girls like fucking just as much as boys do.”

“Yeah…?”

“We all do,” I went on. “I'm sure Kimberly loves it, too.”

“Maybe…” was all I heard, half-mumbled again, thinking that one over. “She's real slutty, that's for sure.”

“We're all real slutty,” I said. “Once you get our pants off…”

I studied all three of them then, just long enough to make them more nervous. Or at least more excited by our little talk.

“You're more mature than most kids your age,” I observed. “What're you, in the 4th or 5th grade?”

“No way!” the larger boy laughed. “The 6th grade!”

“My daughter's in the 6th grade,” I told them. “She's very mature, too. I caught her with a boy in bed, masturbating him! You know, jacking him off…”

A simple little lie, but it got their further undivided attention.

“God, what did you do?”

I said, “It scared them both, getting caught, so I pretended there was nothing wrong with it. In fact, I made her finish. I didn't want her all weird about sex later…”

“What!?” the leader gasped. “I don't believe it!”

I gave him a quick smile.

“You mean, being weird about sex later?” I asked innocently.

“No,” he said, clearly agitated by the scenario I'd claimed. “That you'd let your own daughter keep jacking off the guy-”

“Yeah, you're making it up!” one of the other boys laughed.

By that time of night, we'd worked our way around to the side of the arcade building so people walking by couldn't hear us, our conversation definitely drifting into the “very private” category. They stood rooted to the spot, all three, not believing me but desperately wanting to.

I'd become every preteen boy's older slut fantasy.

“It's true,” I asserted. “She masturbated him until he ejaculated. He came all over her hand and the bedspread. It went everywhere, actually, so she had to clean it all up by herself.”

This was the most unbelievable thing any of them could imagine. But right away, believable or not, we were discussing this particular sex act, between my daughter and the imaginary boy, as if it'd actually happened.

It was definitely working for me.

“So, did you watch her jack him off?” they wanted to know.

I nodded.

“I sat on the edge of the bed,” I said. “She'd clearly done it before, I could tell, and she started doing it real fast, with her hand. The boy seemed nervous, but excited, too, with me watching. But she did it until he finished. And, like I said, he came so much she had to clean it up.”

The three youngsters standing in front of me could barely breathe.

“She should've used her mouth,” I explained. “It'd be less messy. When I was her age, I always did.” I gave them all a curious look. “Do the girls at your school doing blow jobs swallow it…?”

This then led to much spirited speculation about blow jobs, the girls at their school who might be sucking or fucking, the boys' own (supposed) sexual adventures, and my personal experiences in the matter.

It quickly became clear they were all sporting boy-sized boners.

They kept picking at themselves when they thought I didn't notice, half-turning, adjusting whatever was going on inside their jeans, then quickly turning back so as not to miss out on anything.

One asked, “You gave boys blow jobs and swallowed the cum?”

I nodded, then shrugged, as if our filthy talk in the near-dark was perfectly normal, a scantily clad mom discussing sucking and fucking with three horny underage boys who were getting harder by the moment.

“I was more mature than my daughter,” I told them. “I loved to suck boy's dicks. And once I started real sex, fucking, all I could think about was sex, and how to get more, no matter what!”

“How old were you when you, like, started fucking?”

I could tell I was making them crazy, but I shrugged and avoided specifics or the absolute truth, meaning I left out the weird incest part.

“Real young,” I did admit. “An older man fucked me and fucked me. And the more he fucked me, the more I wanted it. So he brought a friend (my Uncle Randy, by the way) along one time, and they both fucked me…”

And, as I poured out the dirty details, I absently reached down and gave the crotch of my clingy shorts a quick squeeze, as if doing my own adjusting. Then I pulled on the waistband, taking a long moment to straighten it, until the fabric was even further tightened in my crotch.

This move also pulled the back of my flimsy shorts up slightly, exposing an indecent slice of my bare ass, the perfectly tanned cheeks of my butt being one of my strongest assets.

I acted as if I didn't notice.

“These damn shorts,” I complained. “They've never fit exactly right…”

“They're perfect,” they rallied as one.

“Really?” I asked. “Not too…skimpy?”

“You look great in them,” they all agreed with a nervous laugh or two, their eyes glued to my crotch and the half-exposed cheeks of my ass. “Seriously, and you're so beautiful…”

“Oh…thanks,” I said. “That's sweet of you.”

“So, tell us more dirty stuff you did…”

“With kids my own age, I did the usual,” I continued. “Jacking boys off, doing blow jobs, swallowing their cum, like that. But when I was only in the 5th grade, I let three boys exactly your age screw me on a picnic table. You know, fuck me. They fucked me really good, too! I came real hard…”

Talk about all of us breathing a little harder at that particular image, an absolutely true one, by the way.

Picturing it, in fact, the three boys were just about hopping around, one foot to the other. Their 12-year-old cocks were obviously straining for release, so nervous and excited were they.

I was about to melt, myself, my swollen cunt moments from simply bursting into flame from the heat being generated. Knowing the probable outcome of our sexually-loaded conversation, and stealing glances at the throbbing bulges in their jeans, literally made my legs weak.

“I wish we'd met you then,” one of them finally had the nerve to say. “Or could meet your young daughter!”

I gave the boys a provocative look, then glanced around to make sure no bystanders could overhear.

“Do you know where there's a picnic table?” I asked boldly. “I'll drive.”