Wiley edged his words with anger. 'That's no way to talk about…'
'Oh, skip it. And don't preach to me. You don't know how it is with me. Don't worry, I won't bur. den you with my problems. But don't be a bleeding heart. I can't stand that.'
Wiley looked at her. She was still a little girl, but he knew how much woman she could turn into. 'Thanks for the sandwich.'
'Just want you to keep your strength up. Leave your door unlocked.'
'Like hell I will.'
'You'd better,' Trina said grimly. 'Or I'll make a scene. I've got a healthy pair of lungs.'
Wiley looked at her built form, at the freckles dotting across her nose. She looked like a kid fresh out of a country farm, but she was actually a hellcat who knew all the tricks and then some.
'I'm beat, baby,' he said.
'I'll wake you up.'
'You probably will.' He shrugged his shoulders. 'If I don't perform, then don't blame me. You've been warned.'
She slid through the door and gently closed it behind her.
Laura Fine listened at Wiley's door. When she heard Trina getting ready to leave, she darted down the stairs and into her own apartment.
Two minutes later Trina walked in. She took one look at her mother's face, and knew.
Laura shook her head and looked grimly at her daughter. 'You little bum.' She kept her voice down. Her husband was in bed and she didn't want to wake him. Not that he would be awakened anyway, even by an earthquake, with all the alcohol floating through him.
'You heard?'
'Damn right. You'll end up a whore; you will.'
'That's my business,' Trina exploded.
'Well, you ain't leavin' your room tonight, I guarantee that. Now go to bed and stay there!'
A subdued Trina walked into her bedroom and locked the door. Shit. That was that, she thought. But there would be other nights.
Laura Fine passed her snoring, limp dicked husband on the bed and went into the bath. As she started to step into the shower, she caught a glimpse of her nude body in the mirror. For some reason it shocked her to realize how well her firm, smooth-skinned figure compared to her daughter's.
She wondered if Trina had already laid him. Probably, she thought, but he'll find out that this old lady can give him one hell of a ride, too.
Her eyes returned to the mirror.
There was not a trace of the fact that she had borne a child. There were no stretch marks or any extra flesh on her body. Her breasts were still firm and large, her stomach flat, and her ass fleshy but solid.
Laura was not very tall, only five foot three, but she was perfectly proportioned for her height. She looked much younger than her years. Her hair was still worn in an easy, loose shoulder length style that was more indicative of younger women. The natural dark color was still lovely.
She ran her hands over her body. She cupped her tits from underneath and pushed them up. There was not far they could go, they were so firm. She was pleased with the way she looked. She thought that it wouldn't be too terrible to have a man's young body next to hers.
She quickly dismissed the thought. Her cheeks were burning with shame as she felt the water pour over her. She soaped up her cunt and washed away all the juices that she had gushed out from fantasizing about Wiley's stiff, hard young cock. She sighed from the touch of her own hand as she washed. The thoughts of Wiley again tried to intrude.
For the third time that day, her fingers found her clitoris and started to manipulate the hard, hot little button.
No, she thought this is ridiculous, silly. I'm a grown, mature woman. Sex and its cravings are normal. It's also normal to satisfy those cravings.
She decided, defiantly, that she would satisfy them, that very evening.
Wiley took a shower and turned off the lights. He started for the bed and then remembered. 'Well, what the hell,' he said to himself, and crossed to the door.
He unlocked it, cursing Trina but feeling a little tug in his groin at the same time.
He had asked for it. He should have kicked her out when she had first greeted him from his bed. Now he had to play along. He didn't want any trouble with her folks.
He unwrapped the towel, tossed it over the back of a chair and got into bed. Some moonlight seeped through the window. The shower had refreshed him. His body didn't feel so tired anymore. But he knew he needed a good night's sleep. He put a sheet over his body and then after a few minutes kicked it down to the foot of the bed with his heels. It was too hot for any kind of covering.
He was sweating. He closed his eyes and was ready to drop off, when the door opened. He kept his eyes closed. Maybe she would go away if she thought he was asleep.
He felt her body on the bed and then soft flesh was against him. A hand passed over his chest. He kept his breathing even. The hand made circles on his chest and the fingers stroked his flat nipples.
He was getting excited. He couldn't help it.
The hand traveled down to his belly, then under it and took hold of his swelling dick. The fingers stroked him until he was throbbing. He grew under the ministrations.
He felt lips on his belly and then a mouth went down to his thighs. She spread his thighs and started laying up the skin of his inner thighs. One hand grasped his balls, handling him roughly. He started to groan.
He felt the soft pillows of tits slide back and forth over his. It was warm and exciting. Already he could feel the cum boiling in the balls she held in her hand.
Then a warm mouth closed over the head of his dick. Down, down came the head. He lunged up, sliding his meat into her throat, far into her throat.
She gagged.
Wiley stopped pouring cock into her head and thought, 'that's funny, this afternoon she took the whole thing into her throat without gagging at all.
Then the head was bobbing furiously and the hand was squeezing his balls harder. Her tongue was doing fantastic things to the sperm tube on the underside of his prick.
Wiley loved every stroke of his meat going into the hot, wet cavern of her mouth. He could come on almost any given lunge of his hips or bob of her head. But he was reluctant to give up the joy of fucking her hot, willing mouth. He didn't want to come and end the bliss. But the wild tricks she was performing on his prick with her tongue and lips became more, much more, than he could stand.
'Oh, baby, oh, shit, shit, you're gonna get my load!'
There was a mumbled groan around his prick and she sucked even harder.
Well, he thought, if that's the way she wants it, that's the way I'll give it to her!
Constant moans of delight filled the room from both of them as he ground his meat into her head and his cockhead against the roof of her mouth.
'Oh, shit!' he cried. 'SUCK IT! Suck it out! Suck it off! I'm commming… there!'
He sensed his load hit the back of her throat like a thunderbolt. Her mouth went crazy. She sucked and milked his meat like a vacuum cleaner and squeezed his balls for more when the globs stopped coming.
But she didn't stop.
Her teeth continued to nibble the head and shaft of his cock. His body was fully awake now. Electric tingles roared through every fiber of his being. He was mentally awake, too, and each lash of the tongue pained and pleasured him.
He tossed his head from side to side on the pillow. He shivered as the wetness covered every inch of his dick. The mouth slid up and down.
'I'm ready,' he croaked. 'I'm ready again!'
The mouth didn't go away. It stayed there where it was, greedy and lustful. The teeth dug gently and the tongue lashed wildly.
His hands gripped the sheet and his body grew taut all over again.
