Built for One Thing Chapters 9 and 10

Built for One Thing by GH Lawrence

CHAPTER NINE

"Oh, my god, Bobby. Oh, lord, no." She held me tight and I gave her a reassuring kiss. "Maybe you should pull your cock out of me."

I did. I was still hard and it made a wet, sticky sound on the way out. Sure, now we looked innocent. I was lying on top of my mother, we were both naked, and my semen was streaming out of her pussy. The situation was grim.

I heard footsteps approach the car and then felt the faint heat of a flashlight shining on my ass.

"Okay, party's over," a thick male voice said. I looked over my shoulder into the glare of the light. Behind it I could make out a short, fat man in a khaki uniform. He was a sheriff's deputy. My chest hid Mom's face from him.

"Hi, officer," I said.

"Evening. You kids are in a little trouble. Hey, wait, I know you. Tim, right?"

"Bobby."

"Oh, yeah. I know your folks. You gonna start at corner this season?"

I couldn't believe it. He was staring at my bare ass and asking me about football. "I hope so," I said.

"You got good speed." The flashlight beam swept over the interior. "This your daddy's car, son?"

"Yes, sir."

"He know you have it?"

"Yes, sir."

"How about that gorgeous mother of yours, she know where you are?"

"More or less."

"Huh. I doubt that. Haven't been drinking, have you?"

"No, sir."

"You alright under there, miss?"

"Just fine, officer!" Mom said into my chest, elevating her voice to sound like a ditzy teen.

"Mr. Bobby isn't forcing himself on you?"

"Oh, no, sir!"

"How old are you, Bob?"

"Eighteen."

"And you, young lady?"

"Um, nineteen."

"Older woman, eh?" He chuckled.

Then the flashlight traveled along the exposed edge of Mom's body, pausing at her mountainous left cone. She capped it with her hand as the beam continued through the dramatic S-curve of her naked waist and hip, then up her long, silky leg, which was still draped over my back. The deputy let out a low whistle. "Mercy," he said. "Looks like you got your hands full, Bob."

"Pig," she muttered.

I snickered. "Yes, sir."

"Say, you know my boy Aaron? He'll be in ninth grade this year." Yeah, I'd seen Aaron. He was about five feet two and had more rolls of fat on him than the Michelin Man.

"I think so."

"Well, Aaron wants to make the freshman team real bad. He's stout, I figure he'll be a good tackle. He's training his ass off for it. Think you could put in a good word for him with the coach?"

"Consider it done."

"Tell you what, Bob, you do that for me and I'll forget what I've seen here. Some of it, at least." His light swept over Mom's figure again. "I won't tell your folks."

"It's a deal, sir - - "

"Right as rain. You just have that pretty girl home by midnight, hear?"

"Yes, sir!"

"Go Grizzlies!" he yelled.

"Eat 'em alive!" I cheered back. It was the school chant.

"You drive safely, now."

As he turned to leave, I felt the flashlight move down and fix on my cock, which was dangling, semi-soft but full size, between my legs. "God almighty," he swore under his breath.

A few seconds later, the cruiser pulled away. In the new silence I could hear my blood pounding in my ears.

She let out a long breath and relaxed her hold on me. "You were so calm and brave with him, honey. You saved us. I'm so proud of you." She gave me a long, sweet kiss on the cheek. "You're my wonderful young man. Now let's get dressed and get home."

"Yeah, before your folks get worried. Do you know that cop?"

"Yep. Major creep. You should see the way he stares at me in public."

"Mom, all men stare at you."

"No, not like him. I bet he fantasizes about me while he fucks his wife. I'm surprised he didn't recognize my naked body, considering how many times he has probably undressed me in his sick little mind. Do you think he could see my tits just now?"

"Yep."

"And my pussy?"

"He had the flashlight right on it and my cock."

"Oh, lord. Well, at least he saw your big dick and realized he could never satisfy me like that. Oh, my god, I passed for nineteen. I passed for nineteen!" She squealed and raised her hands in triumph, which made her big, bare melons thrust forward and dance around. The left one bumped me on the chin. "Oops, sorry, honey," she said, giggling.

"You're pretty statuesque for a nineteen-year-old."

"Aren't I?" she asked, running her hands down her figure.

The car reeked of sex. I put my jeans back on and reached into the front seat to get her bra and tank top. She slipped on her panties and then held her bra up to start fitting her globes into it.

"Wait, let me kiss those gorgeous melons good-bye," I said.

"Okay," she laughed and pulled her bra back off. Her tits sprang out of it and bumped into each other. I cupped my hands under them and gave each one a long, circular lick in a sort of decaying orbit that spun in toward the nipple, each of which was fully erect by the time I got there. "Mmm, that feels really good," she said softly.

I raised up and smiled at her as I picked up my shirt.

"Wow, I love the way you kiss good-bye," she said. "But if you get to kiss my big equipment, I get to kiss yours." She unzipped my jeans and I lifted my ass off the seat so she could pull them down. My cock was in its normal flaccid state - - soft and thick and about eight inches long. Mom leaned down and kissed the underside of the head and the monster immediately started waking up. Like a Pop-Up Willie, it started rising as she licked the shaft all the way down to my balls. By the time she made it back up to the head, I was twelve inches of skin-covered concrete.

"Oh, honey, look how big and hard your cock has gotten. I guess I'll have to do more than kiss it." She sank her lips over the head and started sucking. The car filled with slurping noises again. She stroked one hand up and down my pole and slid her other under her panties and fingered her box.

"Mmmmm," she moaned.

Her lips slid up and down my big dick like a hot, soft thumb and forefinger wrapped around it. "Oh, baby, that feels so good," I said. "Yeah, Mom, suck my big, hard cock."

She worked up and down it for another minute or so and then sat up. She calmly slid her panties back off and was completely nude again. She lay back on the seat and spread her long legs. "I think you know what to do, honey," she said.

Yep. I got between her legs, looked down at her crotch and slid my big tool into her box without a word.

"Ooh," she cooed, glancing down at my pole in her and putting her hands on my shoulders. "Mmm, Bobby, start pumping."

I started pumping.

"Oh, yeah, fuck me good."

I fucked her good.

CHAPTER TEN

As I anticipated, Mom's new policy of daily sex couldn't even wait until Dad's next business trip. Considering the long hours he worked, we had plenty of time to ourselves. Still, most of our encounters were spontaneous. Two days after our back seat rendezvous, I walked into the kitchen and found her slicing tomatoes. I lifted her mini-skirt, bent her over the counter and banged her. On another occasion, I found her sunbathing by the pool in my favorite yellow bikini. She was on her back, and I pulled the bottom off her hips and slipped it over her feet. Then she spread her legs. I yanked down my shorts and slid my cock into her without a word.

"Oh, yeah, do me, Bobby," she moaned, looking down at the action and unclasping her top. "Fuck my pussy with all twelve inches and take me to paradise. And suck my tits on the way."

I took her to paradise, all right. And then I pulled my cock out of her pussy and squirted a pint of cum on her cantaloupes.

She had initiative, too. Once she surprised me in the shower. I rubbed soap on her naked tits and ass before she lifted one leg and I stuck it in her. The next day, she went to the gym with me and sucked my dick on the way. And one fantastic afternoon, she strolled to my doorway wearing the infamous black velvet demi-bra and panties. "See anything you like?" she asked.

We didn't even make it to her bed. I fucked her on the floor just outside the master bedroom. She dug her nails into my back and screamed so loud her voice echoed off the ceiling. And when my turn came to come, we were fucking doggie-style, so I pulled my cock out of her and blasted semen all over her magnificent ass. It ran down her legs.

We even progressed from the unthinkable to the unconscionable when, during the wee hours one morning, we got down to business while Dad was home. It started when I awoke to something warm and wet on my dick and looked down. She was kneeling beside my bed and greedily sucking me. "Oh, Mom," I moaned.

"This is crazy," she whispered, "but I'm so goddamned horny. You've turned me into a monster."

"I'm ready," I said, looking down at my pole standing at full mast. "Take off that nightgown and let's fuck." She yanked the long, red gown over her head and mounted me.

So there we were, sucking and fucking while Dad snored two doors down the hall. What if he had known that his beautiful, buxom wife was at that moment desperately impaling herself on their son's huge penis? What if he had gotten up to use the bathroom, heard soft moans and squeaking bed springs and cracked open the door to witness, by the starlight of some twisted anti-constellation, her voluptuous body bouncing on mine? What if he had seen her bite her lip with stifled pleasure as her mammoth chest boomeranged and she frantically shucked her pussy up and down my tree trunk?

Then he would have seen me squeeze her gigantic tits and would have heard her whisper, "Mmm, Bobby, your big, long dick always makes me feel so good. Fuck me, honey, fuck me." And he would have heard me respond, "Oh, baby, all I could think about today was sucking your big tanks and pumping my cock in and out of your pussy." Then, if he had had the stomach to keep watching, he would have seen her have a whimpering, teeth-clenching orgasm on me, then leap off my big cock and frantically stroke it as I grunted and sprayed freakish geysers of semen all over her breasts and neck and chin. And to his final horror, he would have heard her urge me, "Ooh, yeah, Bobby, squirt your hot cum all over me!"

Well, that's what he would have seen and heard.