How Christi Paid for College Ch. 11

"Oh my god! For money?" He nodded again.

"That little slut! And all this time she's been acting so uptight and self-righteous!" Julie exclaimed. Then she lowered her voice again. "Is she any good?"

"You're not angry?"

Julie leaned back and looked at him. "No, actually. I don't know why not, but I'm not. So -- is she any good?"

"She's amazing."

"Good god, this is giving me a tingle. Tell me again -- you like fucking my daughter?"

Anders leaned close to her as well and said it with deliberate emphasis. "Ma'am, I LOVE fucking your daughter."

Julie opened the envelope and leafed through the cash inside. Then she looked up at Anders. "Well, I hate to tell you, but my daughter isn't here right now. But I'd hate to send you home frustrated and with nothing for your trouble. So... would you like to fuck me instead?"

"Really?"

Julie nodded. "Sure!"

"Ma'am, it would be an honor."

"Oh I like you. A gentleman!"

And with that, Julie shifted closer over onto the couch and nestled her body up close to Anders. Part of her brain was telling herself she was crazy. Shouldn't she be angry? Shouldn't she be disgusted at the thought of her little girl fucking boys for money? But she wasn't. She honestly couldn't find any outrage at all. It was... exciting. She didn't know why. Maybe it was because Christi had become so... so self-righteous in her teenaged years. Julie was the bad mother and Christi was the defiant overachiever who was so much better, getting good grades and staying off drugs and paying her own way through college. Christi had pretended she was the girl of steel. But she wasn't. She had the same hungry pussy her mother did. She craved men. She satisfied them. She let them use her body, just like her mother had, and she took their money for it. Like mother, like daughter.

Well, Julie had never actually taken money before. But she had taken gifts, drinks, clothes, vacations. It wasn't really different. To a woman with no home and the empty gas light on in her car, three hundred dollars in an envelope was better than all the fur coats in the world. And more honest.

And right now, Julie was honestly craving dick, money or no money. She hadn't been with a man in months; the cash running short, the stress, all the problems of the last six months had put a damper on her social life. But now here was a young man right in front of her, available, willing... he was a little nerdier than most of the men she had been with, to be sure. But he was so young! She could feel that hot masculine energy from him even through the geeky surface. She had needs, and he was just what the doctor ordered.

Julie cuddled up alongside Anders on the couch and leaned in to him. Their lips met, and she felt his tongue tentatively probing at her mouth. She opened eagerly to him, a promise of more that she would open to him soon, and allowed him in. His tongue slid smoothly over her teeth and danced with hers inside, then slipped along her palate and back out. She caught a faint taste of alcohol. She ran an arm behind his head and pulled him in tighter, yearning for him to explore deeper.

He did, and pressed his kiss onto her hard, thrusting his tongue deeper and with more confidence -- also a promise, of penetrations to come. He began to take over and assert his dominance and Julie loved it. His hands began to move; his right arm, pinned into the back of the couch, slid around her waist and his fingers spread across her ass, pulling her firmly against him. His left, free to roam, began at her knee but soon slid upwards. He passed over the hem of her short skirt without reaching inside -- saving it for later -- but continued groping up her waist and then closed over her breast through the cotton fabric of her blouse. Julie smiled as his fingers gripped the soft curve of her tit and electric tingles scattered through her limbs. He wasn't hesitating. He had paid for her and was ready to take possession of his property.

Their mouths continued to devour each other, tongues dancing and thrusting, while Julie let her own hands explore her new partner. She cupped his face in her free right hand, but also soon let it explore, downwards. She pressed her palms into his chest and was delighted to feel more muscle than she had expected in such a nerdy boy. His belly... a little soft, but not fat. It would rub nicely against hers when the time came. Then his belt... Julie knew how this was done, and had it unbuckled and whipped out of its loops in a few deft one-handed moves. Anders' hand on her boob started to work at the buttons of her blouse, loosening them one by one and then sliding inside, with the last couple still fastened at the bottom. His fingertips wriggled between the bra cup and her soft, soft flesh and found her nipple, closing over it in a pinch. Julie giggled and squealed at the touch, into his consuming mouth.

The belt gone, her own hand wormed its way under the top of Anders' jeans and inside his underwear. He wasn't at full arousal yet, perhaps, but surely must be warming up... it would be down there, somewhere, cramped in the jeans, suffocating, desperate to be freed...

Oh. Oh MY.

She broke the kiss and jumped back a little in surprise. Anders looked at her silently and grinned.

"Oh... my... fucking... GOD!" Julie gasped hoarsely. "Let me see you!"

She dove at his fly then, and he helpfully raised his hips off the couch. She dragged the jeans down his thighs (and a pair of black briefs with them) and exposed him to the light. Wow. Oh wow.

He was huge. Not even fully erect yet, but -- how long? Eight inches? Maybe nine? Julie had never been one for silly games of measuring cocks with rulers, but holy fuck, he was big. And round and thick to match. Damn. This was going to be fun. She hoped that she could take all of him.

Julie slipped off the couch and onto the floor, kneeling between his open legs. She placed her hands on his knees, smiling up into his face, and slowly slid her palms up his thighs until finally her hands closed around Anders' thick shaft. It perked up even before she touched it, at the feeling of her hands on his legs. By the time she had it in her hands it was a rod of iron and had picked up an extra inch. He was naked except for his t-shirt now while she was still practically fully clothed, except for the loosening of her blouse. She liked the feeling of having that glorious naked cock at her disposal. She used both hands, one over the other like she was going to swing a softball bat, and slowly but firmly stroked him, up and down. She loved the feeling of stiff hard meat in her hands and giggled as Anders began to moan and shudder at her handling.

She spit on his head and kept stroking as Anders' shaft became even more smooth and slick. He jerked and twisted, hardly able to bear the intensity of the feeling as she pumped his meat relentlessly, and Julie laughed. She spat on him again, but this time left a long trail of saliva between her lips and his cockhead, and left her tongue out for him to see. She wanted him to want to cum on that tongue, and displayed it to him teasingly. But it wasn't time yet. She kept stroking, building the pressure until Anders didn't think he could take any more.

Then Julie swooped in for her own feast. She lunged forward, tongue still extended, and swept Anders' massive prong into her mouth with a single gulp. She pushed forward fast, running him over her tongue and back, back, back into her throat. Mmmmm fuck, he tastes sooo good, she thought. I had forgotten how nice it is to feel a mouthful of solid dick in me. She bobbed her head up and down, one of her hands slipping to the base of his shaft and the other cupping his hanging balls as she gave the young man sweet, delicious head.

That was how Christi found them when she got back with the pizza.

The door was unlocked and her hands were full with a large pizza box, two bottles of coke and a big Caesar salad, so rather than knock she just turned the knob and let herself in. She didn't hear the groaning until she was already in the door, kicking it shut behind her, and then registered the scene on her couch. Anders was there, lying back, a hand over his face and moaning, and her mother -- her fucking mother! -- was on her knees before him, sucking that beautiful cock Christi adored so much into her filthy cougar mouth. Christi gaped in shock and the pizza box crashed to the floor, salad with it, and bottles of coke bouncing crazily across the room.

"Hi, sweetie!" her mother called cheerily, "Did you get dinner?" And Julie winked as she gulped Anders' monster dick deep into her throat.

The soda bottles hissed and wheezed and burst, letting coke erupt all across Christi's floor. Christi was frozen, and didn't know what to say. What- what the --

"What the FUCK!" she finally exploded. "Anders! What the FUCK are you DOING? That's my fucking MOM!"

"Don't blame him, honey," Julie said as Anders tried to calm his moans to reply. She stroked his cock, damp with her spit, as she spoke. "He brought something for you-" Julie held the envelope up in the air "-but I thought maybe I needed it more than you at the moment."

"You BITCH!" Christi shouted, and lunged for the envelope, but Julie tucked it quickly inside her blouse. "This is NONE of your business! Get the fuck OUT of my room!"

A puddle of coke continued to spread across the floor. No one paid any attention to it. Julie bobbed her head on Anders' cock a few more times and then went back to stroking. "Christi, as I understand the situation here, this isn't YOUR room. It belongs to HIS frat. You're only here because they let you, right? So I think it's up to him." She opened her mouth wide and sucked cock hungrily, winking at Anders as he groaned. "What do you say, stud? Should I pack up and leave?"

Anders removed his hand from his face as Julie gave him the best blow job he had ever known. It was so good, he felt like he would crawl out of his skin with pleasure. He smiled weakly at Christi and shrugged.

"That's what I thought. Good boy. Would you like to fuck me properly now?"

Anders grinned, and Julie let his cock go with a little reluctance and rose to her feet, standing above him now. "Christi, how long has it been since you saw your mother's tits?"

"Oh my god, I don't fucking believe this!" Christi groaned, and retreated to collapse on her bed. Julie giggled. She loved sticking it to her daughter like this. She pulled at the buttons of her blouse and opened it, revealing the lace demi-cup bra beneath; then a quick tug at the clasp in back, and the bra fell away, releasing her luscious tits. Christi had come by her soft bosom naturally; both women were large and lush. "What do you think, Anders? Are mine as nice as my daughter's?"

Anders was on cloud nine and couldn't think, but only smiled and nodded.

"You're such a polite liar. I know mine are saggier. But that's OK, they still feel nice..."

With that, Julie reached up under the hem of her short skirt and tugged her panties loose. A little shimmy and they slipped down to her ankles, and she stepped daintily clear of them. She didn't know why she wore a thong that morning -- some sixth sense, perhaps -- but she was glad not to be showing some horrid old lady cotton briefs to this hot young stud she wanted to fuck so bad.

She climbed onto the couch then, hovering over him, and lowered her soft tits to his face. Anders reached up to grab them and kissed his way from one to the other. It was Julie's turn to moan. It had been so long... He became more insistent, smacking and sucking and squeezing each breast in turn, then biting into each of her nipples, and Julie felt a delicious warm glow spread from her tits to wash over her brain and make her dizzy. She reached down between her legs and found that amazing cock again, pulled on it to be sure it was still fully hard, and set the swollen head right to her pussy lips. She was already so wet under the skirt -- had been from the moment she saw that dick. He was huge -- but he was easy for a bitch as horny as she was. She held his pole in place as she pushed her pelvis down, and filled herself with Anders' massive cock.

Oh, fuck. Yes. Oh fuck, yesssss....

As Julie began to ride her favorite fuckpartner, Christi fought with feelings she didn't want to admit. A girl shouldn't watch her mother fuck. A mother shouldn't be fucking a boy who had fucked her daughter. That was kind of like incest, wasn't it? It was so wrong, wrong, wrong... and her mother had been such a selfish bitch her whole life... This was a nightmare, it was awful, her mother couldn't really be here -- in her own bedroom -- fucking her favorite boy. But she was.

And Christi loved it.

She hated it -- but she loved it. Holy fuck, Anders had a beautiful cock. And it wasn't just his cock -- there was something about him that was so pure, now that he was over his hangups. He was full of delight. He LOVED women. He LOVED what Christi gave him -- and Hannah, and now Julie. There was something simple and brilliant and wonderful about the sheer joy he took in... well, in fucking women. In giving them the gift they wanted from him. Watching him in action was amazing, like watching a great dancer or a great athlete, the sheer raw joy of physical action. Even if he was fucking her own mother...

No... that wasn't honest.

BECAUSE he was fucking her own mother. Another barrier was being broken, another taboo violated, another step opening Christi up to the thing that she was becoming. Fuck. Watching her mother fuck was hot. She was getting wet. The pussy that was taking Ander's thick meat -- once upon a time, Christi herself had come out of that fuck tunnel, dirty and screaming. And now Julie was fucking Anders with it. Holy shit holy shit holy fuck...

No. God. I don't want to go there I don't want to go there no no no it's wrong...

Julie was moaning, her mature tits flopping in Anders' face as she rode him, as she shoved her hips down time and again to suck his hard pole deep into her cunt. Then, to her surprise, he shifted. Anders leaned forward and pushed her back, still riding him, but now Julie found herself leaning back against his knees. He scooped his arms around her waist then -- surprising, stronger than I would have thought, Julie mused -- and suddenly stood up. "Whoa!" Julie cried, feeling suddenly weightless, pinned in place by the thick cock up her pussy and the strong arms encircling her waist. She threw her arms around Anders' neck and he continued to pump his meat into her cunt. But he was walking, too... across the room... where was he going?

Ah.... God... He was taking her to Christi's bed.

Anders lay Julie down on the bed, right in front of Christi, who was cowering into a corner pretending not to be looking. He stood on the floor beside the bed as Julie relaxed and spread her legs wide, and without missing a stroke, continued to hammer his heavy shaft home into Julie's cunt. But he wasn't looking at Julie any more. He stared at Christi. His eyes were heavy-lidded, lustful and hungry. Christi met his gaze and she felt saliva gathering just inside her lips as he fucked her mother right there on her bed. He was like a hungry animal, his hips churning, humping her mother hard. She could see Julie's pussy lips, slick and swollen, gripping his cock as it rammed in and out of her. Julie's eyelids fluttered and she groaned as she took all that massive snake inside, over and over again.

"You like how I fuck your mother," Anders grunted at Christi, still staring into her eyes.

"No... god, stop it, Anders."

"It wasn't a question," he grunted, shoving even harder for emphasis. "You like it. I know."

"No... no..."

"Yes, you do. Now... your turn."

"What? Anders -- no! Fuck! No, stop it!"

But he didn't listen. With slow deliberation, Anders gave one final slam of his cock into Julie's pussy, then slid out of her gradually. His pole stood proud and slick in the air as he turned to Julie's daughter and grabbed her by her ankles.

"What the fuck are you DOING? Anders -- STOP!" Christi cried -- but she only half-heartedly tried to kick her ankles free of his grip. Julie, in a purple haze from the heavy fucking she had taken, lay dreamily on her back and giggled at Christi's protests.

"Don't you remember what Hannah said up at the observatory?" Anders asked. He pushed Christi's thighs wide and shoved her skirts up around her hips. "She said to tell you you're my slut and I'm going to fuck you whenever I feel like it." "Yeah, but—"

Anders grabbed Christi's panties and ripped them free from her legs. Christi squirmed and hesitated but didn't stop him.

"I feel like it now, slut. I want to fuck you with your slut mother's pussy juice still coating my cock."

"Oh god, don't...." Christi tried to protest, but with her panties gone, Anders grabbed her by her ankles again and lifted, forcing her onto her back and her legs to spread. Her pussy gaped wide before him, wet and slick and more excited than Christi could admit. He set his swollen helmet to her labia and shoved forward with his hips, wasting no time. The thick shaft caught the groove between her lips and found its path, and leaning in with all his weight, Anders buried his cock in Christi's cunt—just as he had buried it in her mother a moment before.

"There..." Anders sighed, picking up his rhythm as he fucked Christi's pussy. "Yes.... feel me fucking you... that's good, isn't it?"

"Oh... god..." Christi gasped, feeling him pound her tender feminine flesh. "God... yes...." She couldn't deny it any more. His cock inside her, pulsing, pounding... it was too good to resist. Fuck, it was so so so good... she yielded and gave herself completely to his lust.

"Because you're a what, Christi?" Anders pressed her, "What are you, deep down inside?"

"Oh fuck...." Christi groaned, "I'm such a slut!"

"You're a slutty whore, aren't you, little girl?"

"Oh fuck yes.... I'm a dirty slutty whore! I love your cock so much!"

Julie roused herself, hearing the two of them talk while fucking like that. She rolled over onto her stomach and crawled over toward Christi on the bed, until her face was near her daughter's.

"Is my baby girl a little slut?" she whispered into Christi's ear.

"Yes, mom," Christi whimpered. "I'm so sorry. I'm such a slut. I can't help it."

"Be my little girl, baby," Julie crooned. "You used to call me mommy."

"Yes... yes, mommy. Oh god, he feels so good!"

"Tell me again, baby. Tell mommy. Is my baby girl a little slut for cock?"

"Yes, mommy," Christi groaned. "I'm a little cockslut..."

"Yes you are baby," Julie said. "You are mommy's little slut. You know what, sweetie?"

"What, mommy?"

"Mommy is a slut too. I love cock just as much as you do. All this time, and we finally found something in common."

Anders could not believe his ears. The sight of these two gorgeous women, mother and daughter, groaning over how much they loved his cock, blew his mind. His vision swam with red and he hammered his cock harder and harder into Christi as he listened to them.

"Oh fuck...." Christi cried as her whole body trembled, "I'm so sorry mommy. I'm sorry I hated you. I'm sorry!"

"Shhh.... It's okay, baby girl... Mommy loves you..." Julie soothed her. "I love my little cockslut. You're my baby....." and she leaned her head over Christi's contorted face and began to kiss her -- her cheeks, her eyelids, her forehead. Christi sighed and groaned with renewed passion as the tender kisses blended with Anders' jackhammer pounding.

"I love you too, mommy," Christi whimpered, and opened her mouth, gasping. Julie didn't hesitate. She opened her own mouth and closed her lips over her daughter's. Saliva flowed and blended as mother and daughter kissed, passionately, lips locked and tongues dancing in that tender connection. Julie could feel Christi's body shake with each powerful thrust that Anders delivered into her, vibrating up her spine and into that first incestuous kiss. Their hands started moving, pawing at each other's bodies, sliding under clothing and gripping at soft smooth womanly flesh, mother and daughter exploring one another's bodies -- the soft roundness of breasts, the smooth lumbar curve, the jiggle of asses, they groped and grasped and explored it all in each other.