degenerate of some kind, as Joyce often suggested. He had already come twice today and still he wanted to shoot his sperm once again! Rejected by Joyce, his thoughts turned to Norma and her obvious invitation to be 'alone' with her sometime soon. Yes, he would have to 'give her a hand' all right, just as she had suggested. Suddenly he realized that very possibly he would score his first fuck with Norma instead of his sister.
Still tickling the head of his swollen organ now, he slowly grew aware that the TV was still playing in the living room. Norma is still up, he thought, breathing hard. She's still up! He slipped out of bed, then tiptoed to the slightly open door across the room. He studied Norma, still watching a late movie, reclining on the couch in her nightgown. Was her hand between her legs? Was it moving? And wasn't the hand at her tit and the hand at her pussy moving in a kind of rhythm. No, he decided, it had to be his imagination. But the curves of her ripe, full body were clearly visible through the sheer material. That wasn't his imagination! Uncontrollably, he emitted a soft groan as he peered at this woman who had loved and who knew how to love. Here was no inexperienced girl or frightened sister fearful of her reputation, or whatever. No… Norma would know all about making them both come in delicious and adult ways.
Denny tucked his hard-on up under the elastic band of his under shorts, disguising it, then went in and sat down abruptly beside her on the couch. Only the flickering light of the TV set illuminated the room.
'Norma,' he said. 'I can't get to sleep. I heard the TV on, so I decided to come out and talk awhile.'
'I'm glad you did, Denny,' she said, her eyes briefly dropping to the bulge at his crotch. He had seen her do it! She had glanced hungrily at his cock. He was certain of it!
'I couldn't sleep either,' she said, parting the couch beside her. 'Your father is snoring quite loudly, you see.'
Denny sat down, his gaze fastening on the whiteness that showed where the strap of her nightgown had slipped down onto her upper arm. A woman, he thought again. Not a girl but a beautiful woman who had loved and who knew how to love. As she watched TV, Denny studied her ripe, full breasts that seemed ready to burst through the sheer, skimpy material of the nightgown, the shiny blond hair streaming down over her shoulders and the darker blond hair of her cunt, the firm and luscious body beckoning there in the flickering light.
He wondered if her state of semi-undress and tantalizing position were just a coincidence. She had jerked him off, very subtly, just last summer, while applying medicine to the poison oak on his cock and balls, and she had let him suck on her breast that other night so long ago. Could be possibly have misinterpreted her meaning when she had asked him to help her around the house someday-when they were all alone? He didn't think so, but at the same time he wasn't sure either.
God, but now she was stretching, lying back and turning over on her side, facing him. Wasn't she still staring at the hard-on inside his shorts? Or was that his imagination, too? Admiring Norma's body and letting his imagination wander had his manhood bursting hard now. Oddly, he felt embarrassed, and he decided to distract himself with conversation, until he was sure of Norma's intentions.
'It's going to be a great summer vacation,' he said. 'Joyce and I are going to have lots of fun, even if dad does get drunk all the time.'
'You mustn't let your father's behavior ruin your vacation,' she said. 'You have to pretend he doesn't exist at times. You really must.'
'Has he been this way long?' Denny asked.
Norma Reardon sighed. 'Yes, for a long time now-too long.' The bitterness was obvious in her voice. Denny stared at the color TV, watched the people moving on the screen without really seeing them. He wondered if his father played around with other women. Boldly, he asked, 'Is dad faithful to you?'
'I rather doubt it,' she said, smiling. 'You see, Denny, when a man drinks too much he doesn't fool around with other women-not his wife, not anybody.'
Denny nodded, his heart beating faster. 'Oh,' he said, wondering if she was telling him that his father, Norma's husband, never fucked her anymore. He wondered if, at this moment, Norma wanted to fuck him as bad as he wanted to fuck her.
Suddenly she stretched, a look of pain on her beautiful face. Denny, would you be a sweetheart and rub my back a little, please?'
She turned over on her stomach and Denny moved closer. The crease of her perfectly shaped buttocks and the two dimples in the small of her back made his prick jump up above the elastic band of his shorts. Breathing harder, he began massaging her neck, her smooth shoulders, squeezing and releasing and exploring the smooth, delicious, soft but firm white flesh.
'Perfect,' she cooed. 'Ummm,' and then with her thumbs she pulled the other strap of her nightgown down to permit him total access to her upper back. 'That feels soooo good,' she purred. 'Simply marvelous, Denny.'
Denny felt an insane desire to rip the negligee from her, then stare long and hard at her voluptuous body, run his hands over the hills and valleys of her delicious body, imbed his prick deep in the wet heat of her. Something held him back, though. Fear? Yes, he had to be sure. He couldn't be positive of her desire for him yet.
Finally, he gave her back a final pat and she turned to her side again.
'Denny, do you know how old I was last month?' she asked. 'I–I was thirty-three.'
Denny smiled. 'You're kidding me,' he said. It was the truth, too. 'You sure don't look it,' he said. 'You're sexier than most of the girls in my school.'
'What a lovely compliment,' she said, obviously pleased. 'A-Are you doing all right with girls now that you're practically a man? There's the pill nowadays, you know.'
Her voice was low and suggestive and there was an odd twinkle in her beautiful eyes. They had discussed a few serious matters last summer, but she had never been quite this outspoken and direct until now.
'Let's just say the girls at my school aren't the passionate type,' he said. 'You can't seem to get really close to any of them. Know what I mean?'
'Yes, I think I do know what you mean,' Norma said, drawing the words out. Again, there was that faint trace of mischief in her big brown eyes. 'The only men I see around here who seem to pay any attention to me are the gardener and the mailman.'
Denny's cock stood tall and throbbing, at complete attention now, and his head ran crazy with speculation as he wondered if Norma was telling him she was horny-giving him the 'go' signal.
Suddenly she pulled him down beside her, stroking the hair from his forehead affectionately, lustfully. 'You- You've really become a man, Denny,' she breathed. 'I can't get over how much you've changed since last summer.'
Slowly, panting, he let his cheek slide from her cheek to her breast. He rotated his cheek against her breast then, just as he had done last summer. Nestling, he even planted a little kiss against the heaving bosom.
She shuddered. 'I've thought a lot about you, Denny,' she confessed.
'I've done even more than think of you, Norma,' he also confessed. 'I've dreamed of you; I've done lots of things and when I've done them I've pictured you naked and thought of you.'
Norma laughed, pressing his face harder at her heaving tits. She laughed, a soft sound from deep in her throat. 'Yes, I could tell, dear-by the way you looked at me this morning in the kitchen. You're a mature male now, and I've been upsetting you just a wee bit, huh? In fact, I've been making certain thoughts cross your mind for quite a while now, correct? The way you tried to hide yourself from Joyce and me in the kitchen this morning was really cute. It brought back fond memories from my own childhood. In fact, I'd say you are protruding a little right now! Umm, and not so little!'
His balls aching with desire, Denny suddenly grew bolder. Openly, he began kissing her breasts. She made no effort to resist him and, in a moment, she lifted her nightgown all the way from the bottom, guiding his mouth to her taut nipple. Denny sucked gently but greedily, not wanting to alarm her with sucking noises as her little moans of pleasure spurred him on. 'N-o-r-m-a…' he sighed chanting.
'Perfect, Denny,' she purred. 'Ummm, but we must remember to be very quiet. Here, my little stud-darling… suck this one, too… this little piggy has none.'
She had become the patient instructress, loving and caressing and guiding him as it had been in his dreams.
'Umm, just perfect, Denny. You're going to be a magnificent lover. You seem to know all about a woman's tits. That's very important, dear-playing for a long time with the nipples. Sucking them and kissing them for a long, long time before you-well, get more serious ideas about touching other places. Yes, that's it, dear. Very nice. Yes,
