Chav Ch. 04.5

He found himself smiling inwardly at all the little reactive responses, moans and breathy gasps, and the little shivers and quivers that shook her loins. And all the while her tight fist, hot mouth and stroking tongue caressed his engorged shaft with a fast and vigorous pace that he knew would get him off in mere minutes.

Carl enjoyed emptying his bladder after he'd emptied his balls. Felt like flushing out the tubes, so to speak. He imagined drying smegma clogging up the tubes in his cock like fatty deposits in his arteries. A bit disgusting maybe, but he felt cleaner after he had pissed.

He had shot his load straight down Aly's throat and she had swallowed the lot like a trooper, then went on to clean him up as well. Afterwards, once he knew the bog was calling to him, he had offered to get her a drink of water or something. But she had declined and had instead drawn a bottle of cherry coke from under her bed. Carl hadn't thought anything of it and had slipped down the steps to the bathroom below.

He wasn't sure if Aly's mum had gone across the landing and tried the bathroom door while he'd been in there and gone back to her room to wait, or if she had only just gone back to her room seconds before Carl had come down from the loft, but when he had finished, washed his hands and half heartedly towelled himself down, he had come out and noticed that Karen's bedroom door was slightly ajar and a dim lamplight was coming from within. He couldn't help himself but to have a glance inside.

Karen was out of bed, which more or less filled the room. Pale, white or off white bedding. Bedside tables flanking it, small lamps lit on both, fitted wardrobes to the right, in white with mat metallic features, facing the bed. And the window opposite with white or off white curtains drawn across it.

She was standing side on to the door, her head turned away from Carl, arms raised up while she shimmied a deep pink satin nightie over her head and her blonde hair, which was tied up in a pony tail. She wore loose French knickers in the same pink satin-like fabric, which cinched against the enticing upper slopes of her ass cheeks but concealed the under curves. The body of the nightie unfortunately covered her big naked breasts, but only just. And the thin sheer material clung to the upper curves, pooling like liquid against her body, catching on her nipples and showing them off to Carl. At the same time the light play from behind her cast momentary images of silhouetted naked bosom and prominent nipples through the pink satin. Carl's eyes bugged in near uncontrollable desire and he had to purse his lips hard to stifle the erotic groan that was building in him, almost but not quite keeping up with the hardening and growing state of his big cock.

He wanted to stand there and watch until there was no more to see. He wanted to go over and put his hands on her, all over her. He wanted to get into that bed with her and spend the rest of the night fucking her. Hard. But instead, he slipped backward from the doorway and crept back up the steps to Aly's room. Hating the creaking noise of the hatchway entrance and knowing Karen would be able to hear him.

His dick was achingly hard and hugely swollen and it stayed that way as he got back into bed with Aly. His mind was filled with uncontrolled fantasies of what he could have been doing with Karen. What he could be doing right now if she had invited him. Or if he had had the guts to force the issue, to take what he wanted. Another time, with another woman he'd have done just that. But Karen, and for that matter Aly, weren't alley-cat chav sluts who pretty much expected it. You couldn't treat women like these the same way. Chav bitches expected nothing less than forced attention. They got it every day. If you didn't take what you wanted they thought you were weak. Everyone knew that. But this wasn't Oakfield. And Karen deserved better.

He spooned Aly, who was on her side dozing. But his proximity and the hardness and sheer lusty heat of the cock he started to gently dry hump against her naked bottom, pulled her back and she gave a little, sleepy, though appreciative, purr and reached back to gently squeeze his hard on and stroke the solid hot-coal crown against her firm smooth bottom.

Would she be so appreciative if she knew it was her mum who was responsible for his aching hard erection?

"Wow! You're ready for more?" She mumbled sleepily, though the lethargy appeared to be slipping away quickly. "I've not felt you as hard as this... Some effect I have on you!"

Carl just grunted and reached around to tweak her nipples and cup and squeeze her breasts. All the while wishing, guiltily that it was her mother's huge pair he was groping. He trailed his fingertips down over her ironing board abdomen and gently cupped her pubis. Aly was idly gyrating her hips against him, massaging his cock with her naked ass and rubbing her pussy against his questing fingers at the same time. She groaned deep and longing.

"I don't need it, mate, just shove it in and fuck me!" She groaned.

Carl didn't need telling twice.

Afterward, they lay in each others arms, the covers half heartedly pulled up around them. It was the early hours now and it was getting cold, even with the risen body heat of repeated frantic sex. They were tired but not sleepy, the shagging had pumped a little euphoria into them both and they were awake and alert and whispering to each other. Getting to know each other.

Aly was talking about ex's. There seemed to be quite a lot and they didn't seem to last long. Ordinarily, Carl would have been made wary but all he could think about was that incredibly wanton, hot, older woman down below. He asked Aly about her mother but tried his best to be casual about it, conversational.

"Does your mum date much?"

"On and off. She's been married twice. We hate my dad. Won't let him come around much. Unless I wanna see him. She's had some boyfriends since her last divorce. Some older, some younger. I think maybe she has trouble trusting men sometimes. I don't know. Maybe my dad messed her up when she was younger. Doesn't stop her dating though. She's old fashioned, has to be asked out. I don't geddit myself. If I want someone I'll just go and get him."

She turned her head and gave Carl a lingering kiss on the lips. One hand was casually cupping his scrotum and she gave him a gentle little squeeze. Carl moaned through the kiss, wanting her to go on talking about her mum but not wanting to seem overly interested. Aly saved him the anguish. She was in a chatty mood.

"Her last fella fucked with her head I think. She seemed really into him, whole lotta noisy shagging!" She laughed and blushed a little. "It was all they seemed to do! I suppose I shouldn't be horrified of my mum having an active, and by the noise dirty, sex life but she's always been active if you know what I mean. She always tried to keep the noise down, even when I was little, but I could still hear everything they got up to."

"Must have been... Interesting for you." Carl put in cryptically.

"There's this one memory when I walked in on her and someone. Not sure who, could well have been my dad. I can't remember. The rest of it is proper stuck in my head though. Like it was yesterday or something. I remember details, like how fast her head was moving, how far the man's dick went in her mouth. It looked huge to me. And the noises she was coming out with, awful, horrible gagging sounds. Why it didn't give me some kinnd of blow-job phobia I'll never know!"

"I, for one, am glad it didn't!" Carl laughed. "Tell me, describe it."

"Okay. I remember standing in the doorway of mum's bedroom and she was there kneeling on the bed and he, whoever he was, was standing over her, holding her head in both hands.

"I don't know if it was just the way I remember it or not but his dick looked fucking huge! Thick, bulging, red all over and really fucking wet, as though it was covered in vaseline or something, just slick. Drool dripping off the underneath, bubbles of it on the length. It looked fucking disgusting.

"I remember her lips were proper stretched around it and her throat bulged out every time he shoved it in all the way. I remember being horrified as I was standing there watching the whole thing disappearing into her mouth. I remember thinking that it must be deformed or something... Anyway, I must have walked in just as he was coming, I think she saw me but he kept hold of her head and started shouting and making weird animal noises."

"Animal noises?!" Carl laughed.

"Well that's what it sounded like back then, it must have got all messed up over time. He was obviously shooting his load and, you know, enjoying it, but it sounded like animal noises at the time.

"I remember all this white stuff was smeared over his dick and mum's lips, and I think I saw it shooting out of her nose, maybe... And she was coughing and struggling but he wouldn't let her go.

"The only other thing I remember, this last image... I think I remember that I was crying and this image of mum, on her hands and knees, head down and just vomiting spunk, like something out of The Exorcist. I think I was shoved by him out of the room and the door slammed shut in my face. I think I remember that."

They fell into a momentary silence, the images haunting Carl, making him hornier than ever, his cock straining and aching with desire.

Finally Aly made a dismissive face and then laughed.

"It wasn't all bad for her, and all that stuff's probably all been warped over the years, was probably nothing like I remember at all."

Carl smiled, allowed a short silence to spread between them, then killed it by asking Aly to carry along with the story, hoping she couldn't feel how hard it was making his cock again.

"There were other times when I was older and she'd go out for a night and she'd come back late the next morning, bleary eyed, hung over, knackered. It was obvious what she'd been doing all night, sometimes all weekend. I suppose I was just used to it. She always got as much attention from men as I did when we went out together. Then that usual shit comes out - 'Oh, are you two sisters then?!'" She laughed at the memories. "Pissed me off sometimes, like saying I look like I'm my mum's age, but after a while I twigged it was the older men, and sometimes lads our age, that were flirting with her. The old cum-on. I fancy shagging you. You know!"

"So, what happened with her last fella?" Carl asked, trying to steer the conversation back.

He could feel his cock hardening again, at the thought of Karen shagging all night, getting picked up in pubs, maybe going into the bogs for a quickie with some horny stranger while her daughter sat at the table waiting for her to come back. Aly, picked up the story again, but her mood changed immediately, as if her diversion away from her last fella, had been deliberate.

"She caught him slipping a reefer or something in a can of coke he was getting from the kitchen. For me. Obviously, she hit the roof. Very protective my mum is."

"What happened to the guy?"

"She shoved his head through the glass in the front door then sent him packing. Don't wanna mess with my mum."

She laughed again, but it was much more subdued. Carl saw slivers of mixed emotion in Aly's eyes. Pride, regret, love, sympathy. Or maybe he just imagined it.

"Anyway..." Aly said with a concluding sigh. "I've got work tomorrow so we'd better get some sleep. I have to be up at seven."

<><><> Saturday <><><>

"Mum sleeps in till nine or so. Maybe you could take her a cup of coffee? Milk, two sugars. She knows you've stayed."

Aly had said it to Carl just as she was getting dressed around seven the following morning. It played right into the fantasys that Carl had been enjoying all night. He just hoped he would be able to make the coffee and bring it up to the MILF while she was still in bed.

He followed Aly downstairs, switched on the kettle, kissed her goodbye and then made coffee for Karen. He carefully carried it upstairs, wanting to bring some form of breakfast but he didn't know what she ate so the coffee would have to do. He knocked twice on the door and then went straight in without waiting for an invite.

She was blissfully asleep and it couldn't have been much better than he'd hoped. She looked lovely and peaceful, lay on her back with her arms loosely over her head. The bed sheets were rucked up halfway down her thighs and the satin nightie was up around her rib cage just below her breasts, which were visible underneath the taut, sheer, almost translucent fabric that was almost a second skin. Her nipples were hard buds pressing against the satin, darkening the pink and making them exquisitely eye catching. It was almost as if the satin was painted directly onto her lush, enticing flesh.

She had a bit of a belly, but her skin was soft and smooth and creamy and unblemished. He cast his excited gaze down over her French knickers, hoping for a camel toe or even a horny view right up her inside leg, maybe he could spot a pouting pussy lip or a tuft of pubic hair. But the undergarment was all concealing unfortunately.

He wanted to just stand there and look at her. Well, actually, he wanted to haul that nightie off and feast on those amazing huge tits and then fuck the living crap out of her until his dick wouldn't get hard any more, but he was acutely aware that if she woke up suddenly in that exposed state with him standing over her she'd freak out. So he placed the coffee on the floor and as quietly and carefully as he could straightened out the sheets and brought the sheet up to her chest, desperate to cop a feel of tit while he was there but forcing himself not to. Then he picked up the coffee and went back out into the hall and knocked loudly. After a moments pause, Karen groaned sleepily, stretched and yawned.

"Hang on a sec." She said in the midst of a yawn. Then, a few seconds later added. "Okay, you can come in."

"Mrs Williams, I brought you a brew."

"Christ, call me Karen." She said and followed it with another yawn.

He came in with his best, most seductive smile and brought the steaming mug over to her. Karen, with less modesty that he might have expected, drew herself up into a sitting position the sheet settled around her waist and stretched lithely, and for Carl with an immeasurable degree of eroticism. Carl was allowed a mouth-watering look at her amazing breasts with only that thin sheer satin between him and them. They quivered slightly as she stretched, naturally bouyant like blancmange.

"It's Carl, just in case you don't remember." He said as he offered her the cup, the handle turned toward her. She smiled up at him with those lush emerald eyes that glinted with the same fire and mischief as her daughter's.

"I do remember, Carl. Thanks."

"Mind if I...?" He nodded, pointing his head at the edge of her bed.

"No not at all. Sit down and chat with me for a bit. I don't often get coffee brought to me in bed."

"You're very welcome. I'm told I make a good brew." He said smiling, enjoying the mouth-watering view of her chest charms against the taut pink satin.

"I'll let you know." She grinned. Then blew at the steam and took a sip. "Yep. That you do. Mmmm... that's good."

They chatted. A bit about him, more about her. Some stuff about Aly, but Carl was feeling a little guilty talking about Aly while he was thinking about seducing her mother. So he tried to steer the conversation back to Karen as often has he could get away with it, without seeming rude. He was impressed and excited by her seeming openness and frank honesty toward him. It made him feel like she trusted and liked him.

"...We were chatting last night..."

"Oh is that what you were doing?!" Karen teased.

Carl, unfazed, just smiled at her and gave her a tiny wink, that she might or might not have spotted.

"Go on, honey." She prompted.

"Aly was telling me a bit about your last boyfriend. She told me about the reefer in her coke, but didn't say much else."

"Oh, I'm an open book, kiddo. I'll tell you whatever. What did yer want to know?"

"Just what went on really. I didn't geddit at the time. 'Course, could have been cause it was three in the morning or somethin'." Carl grinned.

"Well... I was having financial difficulties at the time, mortgage, owed money, solicitors fees after a divorce. Then this fella came along, not bad looking, charming, very confident, willing to help. I took his help. And of course after that I felt obliged to repay him in anyway I could. So of course, pretty much straight away, he started taking advantage. But I went along with it for a while, against my better judgement. He'd got me out of a real tight spot though, and he bought me things. Nice things. But I paid for it in spades. He made sure of that."

"Bastard. Took advantage how?"

"I let him do things to me I didn't really like doing. I was grateful to him, but he pushed it way too far. I was pretty low at the time, no confidence, lonely. So I liked the attention, and I tolerated that nastier parts of him for a while. He liked it hard, you know, dirty sex. Hard spanking, hard anal, whipping my tits. Fucked my throat raw more times than I'd care to admit. I can deep throat, no problem, but he just took it too far. Trying to hurt me. And before you ask I'm not into that stuff." She ended with a grin, but there was a heavy atmosphere in the room.

Carl's cock was achingly hard, but he tried to shift his position so it wouldn't show. Even horny, part of him also wanted to say something, wanted to hug her or think of some way to take away the no doubt bad memory. There was obviously going to be some effect on her after being treated that way but he was no shrink and he said nothing. His erection and the erotic images flashing through his mind made him feel guilty and horny at the same time.

"Can't believe I just told you all that." Karen said with a grin. But Carl saw no sign of regret or embarrassment. Just that alluring smile.

Karen stopped to drink some coffee. But her eyes remained on Carl. After a couple of sips she spoke again.

"Didn't you make something for yourself?" She asked.

"No. I will in a bit. I prefer juice and protein drinks in the morning. I usually go to the gym first thing." He saw Karen grin over the lip of her mug and her eyes couldn't seem to help darting over his muscular body.

"I can see that." She said, then drank more coffee.

"So was it him going after Aly that was the last straw?"

"Yeah but before that things with our sex life went further down hill. Fuck knows why I let it all happen, when I look back I must have been mad. I just felt like I owed him and kept hoping it would straighten itself out, somehow. Anyway, he started to share me with some of his mates..."

"Serious? Fuckin' 'ell!"

Karen nodded. Shrugged. Carried on.

"I went along with it to begin with 'cause I thought he might treat me a bit more gently in company you know, show a bit more restraint. So we had threesomes, and then foursomes. But then it got to the point when one time we went round to one of his mates for a supposed get together and it turned out to be nothing more than a pre-planned gang bang. Just me, him, booze, loud music and four or five of his mates. I went along with it then too. Christ knows why. You always hope that with enough time you can change 'em. Took me a lot of time to figure out you can't."

Carl recognised his initial bi-polar reaction was changing. His eroticised excitement was eclipsed by a redundant anger with the faceless man. The thought of it still excited him but he was more disgusted and sympathetic. He wanted to hold Karen in his arms. And he wanted to go out and stomp on this fella's head until his skull split open. She looked calm and over it. Just a little sad. He wondered if she blamed or hated herself because of what she let him push her into.