Small World 2 1

Tuesday

George hated lying to his mother, but he knew he couldn't have told her the truth. They'd never really had much of a sexual discussion, but he thought sex had maybe been an issue in her marriage, though he didn't know any details, whether it was his mother not wanting it or his father not providing it, or even, something else. Either way, telling her he was fucking their new neighbor was not the way to start their new life together.

It was also because he couldn't stop thinking about Carol. Having sex with her was—so far—the greatest experience of his life. Having sex period was a great experience, but somehow, he felt she had made it extra special. One thing was certain: he would never forget it. Replaying the afternoon in his mind when he laid down for bed gave him a hard on. He considered jerking off, but he wanted to save himself for tomorrow as he planned to visit her again in the morning.

No surprise he slept soundly and did not even hear his mother depart for work in the morning.

Of course, Carol was thrilled to see George at her front door. She had a white Terry cloth robe on, loosely tied, and he was certain, nothing on underneath.

"How are you this morning?" Carol asked.

"Super. Looking forward to whatever you have in store today."

She chuckled knowing what he meant. "Well, I'll tell you. Yesterday was more . . .

exercise

. . . than I've had in a while. I'm a little stiff. Think you could give me a little massage?"

He was following her into her bedroom as she asked that. "I could try," he eagerly responded.

She was already undoing her robe when they made it to her unmade bed. She stretched out on the mattress not completely removing the robe but rather leaving it covering her butt, which George thought somewhat strange given all they'd done yesterday.

"Start by rubbing my back up and down."

So, he did. He really hadn't touched her much yesterday. Her skin was unbelievably soft and had that pampered feel.

"A little harder. Mmmm, like that."

Just his hands on her body gave him an erection.

"Now, my shoulders."

George dug in slightly with his fingertips with what he thought should be massaging.

"Oh, that's good." After a minute, "Do that down my back."

He complied, slowly moving down, and stopping where the robe covered her rear.

"Keep going."

He didn't need to be told twice. He slid the robe just below her buttocks, eager to get his hands on those buns. Spreading his fingers, he made contact gently, gradually transitioning to the motion he'd performed on her back. There was something quite erotic about this.

"You like playing with my ass?"

George chuckled at her phrasing. "Yes." He rolled her cheeks around in a circular motion which spread them somewhat revealing her puckered anus. He'd never seen one so close. With what they'd done yesterday in mind, he felt bold enough to rub his finger on the orifice, and with her legs spread slightly, part of her pussy was in view, so he slid his finger down her crack, her perineum and between her labia.

"Oh, you naughty boy." And after a moan, "I

love

it!" She turned over, kicking the robe away to show her nude body. "Keep going."

With a smile, George placed his hands on her hips, sliding them up her side to paw those magnificent breasts. He tweaked her nipples, eliciting a moan, and then moved his hands back down her body. He rubbed her pubic area, but not her pussy.

And that was all Carol could take. Turning on her side, she reached out to undo his pants. Not only did he not resist, but he also assisted until his pants and underwear dropped to the floor around his ankles. She grabbed his cock and pulled him to step closer to the bed so she could take him in her mouth. This she did hands free.

It was quite stimulating looking down and seeing only her mouth attached to him. He was certain that eventually some other woman would suck his cock, but he'd couldn't imagine anyone else being any better.

"That feels so good," George had to say.

"Mmmm-hmmm," Carol hummed without removing her mouth. After another minute or so of enjoying him in her mouth, she said, "You know where I want this thing?"

"Hopefully exactly where I'd liked to put it."

Carol chuckled.

"That's

the spirit." She laid back and spread her legs.

George immediately climbed onto the bed positioning himself between her legs. As though yesterday was the only lesson he needed, he skillfully aimed his cock at her wet hole and drove it in.

They moaned in unison.

He started pumping as though he knew what he was doing. It just seemed natural. But however accomplished he seemed, it felt good. It was nice fucking in this position, not that there was anything wrong with yesterday's methods. He just liked this one better.

Carol held her legs up by her thighs. George even liked looking down on his cock thrusting and out. He reached for and held her ankles up, and then brought them to rest against his shoulders. This also had the effect of making her pussy seem tighter.

"Mmmm, you're a fast learner. You're getting good at this. Keep learning and the ladies will love you." Lowering her legs, she turned onto her side.

George had to pull out for her to move her leg, and with her ass facing him, he stuck his dick back into her pussy. This angle produced another sensation, and he realized that no matter the position, his cock felt good in a pussy.

"Give it to me a little harder," Carol said. "I want to come."

Of course, George was eager to please. Within minutes, she was breathing heavier and grunting, signaling she was close. He kept his thrusts steady until she was moaning and trembling as her orgasm took hold. She seemed to climax as intensely as she had yesterday, and he was proud to have made her come.

When she finished, she sat up. "Come here. I want you to come in my mouth. I want to taste your cum."

Already charged up, she didn't have to suck him long before he was ready to ejaculate. He blasted her tonsils, and she swallowed it all. Of course, it was a new experience coming in her mouth with the added pleasure of her sucking the jism out of him.

When he was finished, Carol fell onto her back, lying blissfully. George took the liberty of lying beside her.

"Well, you adjusted to my nudity quickly enough," Carol noted.

"Yesterday, I didn't know it would come with such

benefits."

"What did you tell your mother?"

"Just that I helped you rearrange."

"That was wise. What did

she

say?"

"She asked if you paid me."

"I

do

need to."

"You sorta did."

"But you did help move furniture. And I want you to be able to honestly say I paid you." She got out of bed. "And I mentioned to my neighbors that you might be available to help them. Ann will be over shortly to meet you. She and her husband are going on vacation, and she needs some quick last-minute help. So, we need to clean up."

They were barely back together when the knock on the door came. George took a seat on the sofa at Carol's direction as she went to answer. A stunning blonde entered wearing a very short, long sleeve, button-up-the-front dress. The two women hugged, and then Carol led her over to meet George.

He stood as they approached. The short dress—which was buttoned just about all the way up—really showed off Ann's very shapely legs. She was not as heavy as Carol, but neither was she too trim. But she was beautiful.

"Ann, meet George. George, Ann."

The two shook hands, Ann gesturing for them to sit. Naturally, the short dress rose nearly to her crotch requiring her to tuck the hem between her legs. It also appeared to George that she probably had nothing on underneath.

"You're a handsome young man, George," Ann began.

That wasn't the greeting he was expecting. No one ever told him that. "Uh, thank you."

"Carol tells me that your help has done wonders for her, and I can see it in her glow."

He thought he detected a hidden meaning in that statement, and he wondered exactly what Carol had told her. "Just trying to be helpful, ma'am."

"Please don't ma'am me. Just call me Ann. I'm not

that

old."

"Yes, ma—Ann." He judged her to be roughly his mother's age, maybe a few years younger.

"Think you can give me the same kind of help?"

Once more, he read more into that request than had been stated. With a shrug, George answered, "Without knowing exactly what you need done, I guess I can."

"That's good enough for me. How soon can you start?"

"After lunch?"

"Perfect." Ann put her hand on his thigh extremely close to his cock before standing. "I'll see you shortly."

After she was gone, George commented, "She seemed very friendly."

Carol smiled at that. "Pretty much everyone in this building is friendly."

* * *

With some trepidation, after a leisurely lunch, George headed to Ann's apartment.

She greeted him wearing the same dress as before, though she had shed her shoes and was barefoot. "George," she greeted with a big smile. "Come in."

Her condo was a similar floor plan to Carol's.

She led him to the sofa where a suitcase was opened and spread out on one end. "We've got a few hours before my husband comes home, and he and I leave for our vacation. I need—" She was interrupted by the ringing of her cell phone. Glancing at the screen, "Speaking of my husband. Excuse me." She held up a finger as she answered the call.

Standing close to George, Ann gestured for him to sit. As she listened to her husband, George found himself nearly staring at her crotch. The light material of her dress nearly confirmed George's suspicion that she wore nothing underneath. Friendly indeed.

"What the

fuck?"

Ann shouted into the phone. "Are you fucking

kidding

me?"

That got George's attention. He didn't hear women use that word very often. He stood.

"Yeah, well, if work is so important, you better find a place to sleep

there!"

She hung up and angrily tossed the phone onto a nearby chair. She glanced at George with his mouth hanging open. "Sorry you had to hear that."

"Something wrong?"

Ann plopped down beside him with no regard for her dress or what showed. Not quite everything did. "My husband just

cancelled

our trip. Some bullshit about a new project his company was just awarded. We've been planning this trip for

months."

She lifted her feet to rest them on the coffee table, which was close enough that she had to bend her knees up.

George had moved around to the other side of the coffee table and now found himself staring up her dress. "Does that mean you don't need my help?"

"Depends. Are you any good at foot rubs?"

"Never have really given any."

"Would you

try?

I could really use it to calm down."

With a shrug, George replied, "Sure."

Ann lifted her legs for George to sit on the coffee table. She instantly dropped her feet onto his lap when he sat. She leaned back comfortably as he took her feet in each of his hands. He rubbed them in a similar fashion to the massage he had given Carol.

"Mmmm. You're off to a good start. Don't forget my calves."

Moving his hands up her leg also had her spreading her legs a bit more with her shaved pussy peeking between her legs. Well, he'd already seen and been inside one pussy, he shouldn't be surprised to see another. That enhanced his wonder at what Carol had told her neighbor. His cock was inching down his leg.

"That's very good," Ann again complimented. "Don't forget my thighs."

Hearing that, George stopped.

Ann's eyes snapped open.

"What?"

"You tell

me

what."

"What do you mean?"

"You keep wanting me to go higher."

"You can go as high as you want. I won't stop you."

"Sounds like you

want

me to go higher."

"Sounds like I do."

"What about your husband?"

"He won't be home for a while, if he has the guts to come home at all."

"You sure that's what you want?"

She'd pulled her dress up to her waist.

"Yes,

George.

That's

what I want. And I want

you

to give it to me.

Can

you do that?"

He'd experienced a sexual awakening with Carol. Sex with her had been spectacular. Now, he had the opportunity to be with someone else. If she didn't care about her husband, why should he? He let his hands travel up to her thighs. They were well toned. But with her pussy staring at him, he risked rubbing it with his thumb.

"Mmmm,

now

you've got the idea."

Then he used two thumbs on her vulva. She was wet and he allowed those digits to be coated with her juices.

"Yes . . . yes . . .

yes,"

she murmured slowly. "Slide your fingers in," she whispered.

That was all the enticement he needed, except that he used his forefinger. Moving it around, it seemed lost in vastness. So, he added his middle finger, and there was still room for more. Slipping his ring finger in brought a moan from Ann causing him to finger fuck her.

"That's

it," Ann agreed.

She moaned with each thrust of his hand, and it wasn't long before she started shivering. She grabbed his hand to control the speed of his palm which turned out to be faster. She even angled it up to make sure it hit her clit. Minutes later, she tightened her legs around his hand as she climaxed. Her thighs were tight and really squeezed his fist, but he tolerated it, enjoying having his fingers inside her. When she finished, she removed his hand and lifted it to his mouth for him to suck her juices off his fingers. He willingly accommodated her, relishing the taste.

She wasted no time in leaning forward to undo his pants enough to free his enlarged cock.

"Now,

that's

a god-damned cock!"

It was in her mouth soon after, and she sucked it desperately as though it was good, and she'd hadn't eaten in a week. Regardless of her eagerness, it was delightful to have his cock in her mouth. She wasn't exceptional at fellatio, not that he was experienced enough to be a critic, but she was certainly not as good as Carol.

Once she had him well lubricated, she tugged his pants and underwear down. He kicked off his shoes so she could completely remove the garments. Pulling him up, she turned him around to sit on the sofa, mounting him cowgirl.

"Mmmm, I don't think I've ever had one so big inside me. It feels

wonderful."

It was no less spectacular for George. He'd always assumed his dick was probably bigger than average, but he never had a way to compare it. He'd read mixed opinions of whether women liked big cocks. But now, here was a second female who raved over it. What could be better?

Ann was bouncing on him, and he lifted his hips to meet her thrusts. He also gathered her dress to lift it above her tits so he could fondle them, and then suck her nipples.

As intently as Ann was fucking him, George had to wonder what kind of lover her husband was. Was George's big cock really that conducive to a satisfying orgasm? He could ask Carol that. She seemed to want to be his sexual mentor.

While he was lost in thought, Ann got up and crawled onto the sofa on hands and knees. She wiggled her butt at him, which he took to mean she wanted it doggy-style. He moved quickly behind her and back in.

"Oh, yeah. Fuck the

shit

out of me!"

George was glad she couldn't see him smirk as he had an instant literal image of her statement. But he pounded her, nevertheless.

After only a few minutes, Ann moved away, got up off the sofa and lay on her back on the wide arm of the couch. She spread her legs. "Finish us off."

George was enjoying fucking this woman, so he immediately got into position, grabbed her ankles to hold up, and drove his cock back in. He pumped with purpose.

"Harder!" Ann commanded.

George picked up his pace but feared knocking her off. As it was, she had raised her arms to hold onto the back of the sofa. Fortunately, Ann was really charged up and her climax started building right away. She sat up, wrapping her legs and arms around him as though she wanted him further inside her. This made it awkward for him, but he still managed to bring her to orgasm.

The intensity of their sex brought George to the ready. "I'm going to come!" he warned.

"Not inside me!"

So, he pulled out and stroked his cock the rest of the way, spraying her tits and abdomen with copious amounts of sperm. As he stopped, spent, trying to catch his breath from another amazing orgasm, he saw a huge grin on her face rubbing his cum into her skin as though it was lotion.

They both stood. Ann grabbed George's shoulders and kissed him on the lips. "You were amazing, George. I really needed that. Lord knows I don't get it here. Let's get together again."

"Sure." He also took that as dismissal and started dressing. "Is there anything else I can do for you?"

"Yes. More of what we just did. Unfortunately, we don't have the time. I'm sure my husband will be home soon, so you'd better get."

George considered stopping at Carol's, but he figured she'd want to fuck again, and he was worn out. So, he headed home. It wouldn't be long before his mother came home from work, so he started dinner. That both pleased and surprised Karen when she arrived to the aroma of food cooking.

"What a pleasant surprise," she said as a compliment, stepping over to give him a kiss.

She was wearing a simple button-up the front dress, but had the first couple undone revealing a hint of her cleavage. She was no match for either Carol or Ann, but that was not to say she had nothing to show for herself. George had probably glimpsed something similar on her many times in the past, but because she was his mother, he never thought more of it. Now, with his sexual awakening, he noticed that she filled out the top of her dress admirably.

"So, what did you do today?" Karen was asking as she headed into her bedroom to change. "Did you help Ms. Lambert again?"

George followed her in, which he usually didn't do, waiting outside her door instead.

Karen was aware that her son had entered her bedroom as she began unbuttoning her dress. She considered saying something but thought that bringing attention to it might make it a bigger issue. Still, she turned away from him as she spread open her dress and removed it.

"Think I'll go right to pajamas and relax," she remarked.

"Yeah, I helped Ms. Lambert in the morning, and she introduced me to Ann, whose last name I didn't get, who needed help because she and her husband were leaving on vacation." George's eyes were locked on his mother in her bra and nylon panties as she stood facing away from him. She was slightly trimmer than either Carol or Ann, but she sure had a shapely ass. Up top, obviously all he could see was her back and the band of her bra. Still, she was an alluring sight in her underwear. George shook his head, questioning what he was doing ogling over his mother. Had Carol and Ann depraved him so much that he saw his parent as a sexual object? Turning and stepping out of her room, he added, "But her husband called and cancelled their trip because of a work issue. She was pretty angry, so I didn't end up doing any work for her."

The distant sound of his voice caused Karen to turn, and seeing that he was gone, she quickly removed her underwear and put on her pajamas.

Still, throughout dinner and watching television together, George could not help stealing glances at his mother. Her sleep clothes did not show any skin, but rather the flimsy, silky material seemed to cling to her body in a very sexy way. He finally had to excuse himself to go to bed, claiming to be tired. He was driving himself crazy with his sudden infatuation with his mother. Sleep became his only respite.

* * *

Stephanie had a difficult time concentrating on her classes all day. She didn't know whether to be troubled or happy by their mother's agreement. The irony of it all was, it really was an impulse. She had been about to masturbate when she was interrupted by the call from her mother to tell her she had to work late. Stephanie suspected she'd interrupted her brother about to do the same thing when she went in to tell him. And on an impulse, she asked if she could sit. She didn't intend to go all the way. Although, that was her mother's doing—even though it had been nice.