Studed - Fucking Girlfriend's Mom Pt. 01

In 1952, my father bought a Studebaker. It was one of the most beautiful cars built in America at that time: sporty, streamlined, and had a lovely sky blue color. The majority of Detroit vehicles were made in dark and muddy colors. The Champion stood out with its distinct color and a unique hood ornament. It gave one the illusion of flying through the clouds.

My Dad was a commercial artist, always up to date on style, but the car, as beautiful as it was, was a dud. It burned oil as much as gas. A stop at the gas station was just another occasion to pour a quart of oil into the smoker. By the time 1956 rolled around, the car had turned into a disaster. That was the year Dad gave it to me.

I had just graduated from High School. I was eighteen years old. My local fame as a high school baseball player had earned me the name 'Pee Wee," after Pee Wee Reese, the famous shortstop. Growing up in the suburbs was boring, but I was to learn as an adult there was more to life than my nightly jerk off into a sweat sock. My previous education taught me that 'Pussy' as an old cat and a 'Dick' was the name of my buddy.

Of couse I liked girls. Most of the girls in our working-class town had dark hair, but we had sexy Italian girls with long dark hair cascading over tight sweaters that emphasized their big titties. I would have preferred to be dating Bertha with her big Italian tits and curvy ass and the pencil skirts she wore, locked together by only one button.

Marylyn Monroe immortalized blonde hair as the epitome of sensuality. I shouldn't complain, Bertha was long married. She'd wave to me with her two-year-old in tow. I was dating a college student, 18-year-old Kristy, a short girl with medium-sized tits and a helmet of blond hair. Was she my dream blond girl who would follow me into the future? I wasn't so sure. She might have felt that way temporarily when she was playing with my dick, but I never understood her. I did learn her thoughts often revolved around sex.

I'd met Kristy at a school dance where Walter Fletcher was her date, but she made sure to tell me that they were not a couple. I was surprised when Kristy called on my home phone and told me to listen to the Alan Freed radio show. She had sent them a shout-out for me. I wasn't into radio stuff, but I tuned in and listened late into the night, finally falling asleep. I never heard what her message was, but I felt complimented that she had made the effort.

I never met Kristy's parents. I just saw them from the distance from the open door. They were seated in the living room, reading. From their few words, I gathered that they were English people, older than what I'd have expected. The apartment smelled like stale cigarettes and fish. When I came to pick up Kristie in my blue car, she ran out of her apartment to meet me clutching a red sweater.

There was a popular saying: "Let's go see the submarine races." This phrase was used to suggest finding a secluded spot and engaging in some passionate moments together. Instead of being spotted by the local police or a crazy person, out at the reservoir, we went to the Whitestone Drive-In, even in the rain or snow, with no intention of watching the film. The world had not woken up to the 'Son of Sam' murderer who turned lover's lanes into crime scenes, these events were was still 10 years into the future. We felt reasonably safe for the moment.

Inside the outdoor theater was the first time I got Kristie's bra unhooked. It hooked in the front, between her two breasts. I'd never had to deal with that before. With a helping hand, the bra unhooked, and I got to plunder her titties for two hours while the crackle finished loudspeaker belched static from the car window. That was the night Kristy started rubbing my cock through my jeans.

The next time we dated at the outdoor movie, I asked her if I should unzip my jeans and let the monster hang out.

"Is it really a monster?" she asked, and agreed to my unbuckling, but when my penis hit the cool air she informed me "it was certainly not a monster," but it was in her words, "a handsome devil."

It was an awkward moment; my comment didn't quite have the effect that I hoped for, but she reached out and held my erection tightly in her hand. As she busied herself massaging my cock, a rush of electricity passed through me. Her warm touch contrasted with the cool evening air, making the moment intense. I thought her actions were igniting passion between both of us. Afterward, I wondered how much sexual experience Kristie had with other guys' penises. She certainly demonstrated a skill at milking old one eye. When I thought of her dating Walter Fletcher, I wanted to vomit.

I'd seen Walter in the gym dressing room naked. He was a big guy with a big dick. Had Kristie milked his cock as well as mine? I guess the attitude you have to have is whatever the girls do on their dates is their business. If your cock ends up in their hands or their mouths, enjoy it. For those who had shared the pleasure before you, it is best not to think about it.

A few days later Kristie called me. My Mom passed the kitchen phone with the long coiled cable to me saying,

"It's some girl for you."

"Yeah babe, what's happening."

"Good stuff, my parents are going away for the weekend, why don't you make plans to spend some time with me."

"Sounds good, I'm up for it. Do I need to bring anything?"

"Just a full box of condoms. Oh yeah, if possible bring a bottle of booze, if you can manage it."

"Sure no problem. Any special type?"

"Yeah, Vodka. We can mix it with grape juice, and that will blow our minds."

'What time should I come over?'

"Late afternoon is good."

So there I was, driving over to Kristie's place with a full bottle of Vodka, a quart of grape juice, and a bag of chips. When I got there, Kristie was all touchy-feely for the first hour and I thought I'd end up fucking her before the evening. Then the doorbell rang.

"Who the fuck is that," I asked.

"Probably Fletcher, I figured we could party together."

"Are you serious?"

"Go answer the door. You're keeping him waiting."

"Like I give a fuck."

"Don't get your dick in a knot, we can have fun together.

I walked over to the front door and looked through the peephole. There he was, Walter Fletcher. 'Boom, boom boom,' he was knocking.

"Hold your horses," I shouted as I turned the key to unlock the heavy door."

"Hi, Fletch, what's happening?"

"Oh, it's you Pee Wee."

"Yep."

"Why do they call you Pee Wee? You got a very small wee wee?"

"Very funny." Fletch started right in with his bull shit.

"So you're dating my girl, after fucking her all summer long, her cunt is too large for you. She wouldn't even feel you inside her."

"Go easy Fletch, she ain't your gal anymore."

"Oh, we'll see about that," said the big oaf.

Fletch headed for the kitchen, he knew his way around. Once inside he grabbed the vodka bottle, tore off the cap, and drank a long draught right from the bottle.

"What is this shit? Where'd ya get this? He proceeded to read the label, "Old Time Vodka, made in New Jersey from neutral grain spirits. This is shit. You brought this?" he said, staring at me. "You couldn't find Absolute or Stoli or even some Polish shit?"

"I took it from my Dad's bar. It's fine party booze."

"Your Dad bought this? Or he shoplifted it?"

"Very funny."

"Give me another swig, maybe it's ok."

By now Fletch had drunk a third of the contents of the bottle, his eyes were red, and he started unbuckling his pants, shouting,

"Let's get nude."

"Calm down, you'll wake the neighbors."

"What are they, vampires, sleeping on a Saturday afternoon?"

"Come on Pee Wee, get nude. Show my girl your tiny dick."

"She's already seen it."

"Oh, has she?"

Fletch turned to face Kristy. "Is that true, Kristy? Have you really seen it?"

Kristy looked uncomfortable, unsure how to respond to this awkward situation.

Her face turned bright red as she stammered,

"Um, it's not something I feel comfortable discussing in front of everyone, Fletch."

I shifted uncomfortably, hoping to change the subject.

"Did she blow you Pee Wee?"

"Not exactly."

Kristie's face turned a deeper red.

"Well, that's okay, Pee Wee. I guess that makes us brothers. If she didn't blow you yesterday, I'll make sure she blows you today and Fletch took another swig as his unbuckled pants fell to his knees. He kicked off the pants and pulled down his boxer's underwear, tossing them to Kristie.

Grabbing his flaccid dick by its head, Fletch waved it around grinning like a drunken banshee.

"See, Pee Wee, this is a real man's dick."

He was right, I couldn't compete with his 8 inches, and he didn't even have a hard-on.

For some reason, Kristie and I followed the drunken asshole into her parent's bedroom. Despite being under the influence, Fletch impressively navigated his way to the bedroom, where he boldly declared,

"Alright everyone, let's strip off all our clothes."

Kristie and I exchanged glances, and then she enthusiastically responded.

"Why not? Let's have a blast!"

Before I could even pull off my sweater, Kristie was reduced to her bra and panties.

Walter began singing, "Pee Wee's not naked, not naked yet," over and over, so I stripped and joined Kristie on the bed where Fletcher unhooked her bra and pulled off her panties. Fetch had his arm around both of us, coughed a few times and tried to get to his feet.

"Excuse me folks, I gotta take a piss."

He freed himself and staggered to his feet and walked slowly into the bathroom. We could hear his thunderous piss as it battered the porcelain toilet.

Kristy shouted, "Wash off your dick Walter, I'm not sucking it if you smell like piss.

We heard the faucet run and our drunken party boy slowly made his way back to the bed.

"Okay 'otay,' my dick is nice and clean. "

He was drying it with her Mom's big fluffy towel.

"Otay, Pee Wee, suck it."

"I'm not sucking your cock."

"Then I'll suck yours," and Waler fell on top of me wrestling me into position, so he could mouth my dick.

Kristie reached out and grabbed Walt's big penis and held it tightly, and it grew in size.

Despite my unsuccessful attempts to dislodge Walter's mouth from my cock, he was having his way. He was doing a pretty good job.

"Lookie here," said Walter, "I gave Pee Wee a hard-on."

He let go of my legs and ramped himself back against the headboard. His massive armament was erect.

"Here Kristie, suck it."

To my amazement, Kristie still held his penis tightly; she slowly took his cock and fitted it into her mouth.

Walter grabbed her by the head, so she could not escape and moved her head up and down. His dick was too long to fit in her mouth.

"Deep throat it, baby."

He pushed her face tighter against his pubes and slipped ever deeper into her throat.

"Oh, yeah babe, suck it, I, I, I'm gonna cum, don't stop,"and Kristy's red lips split as his white chum overfilled her mouth. Look at that Pee Wee, get a good taste, girl Swallow it, swall... " he shouted

Kristie pushed him away, his cum dripping out of her mouth like an avalanche at a ski resort.

I laid there not believing what had just occurred.

"Now blow him," ordered Fletch., pointing at me.

"Give me a second," said my date who ran into the bathroom to spit his cum into the sink. As my date hurried back from the bathroom my dick sensed the excitement and began to swell. I reached down to stroke myself and pull back the foreskin. With the skin tight my dick, never as large as Fetch, still looked formidable.

Wasting no time, Kristie fell between my legs and started slurping my cock.

"Go for it bitch," shouted Fletcher. "Told you I'd get you blown," he laughed and patted me on my shoulder as Kristie blew me and played with my balls.

I knew all this excitement was going to label me as a quick cum, but it felt so good that I didn't even try to resist. Sensing my throbbing dong was ready, she released my dick but held it tightly in front of her face. Dickyboy started to squirt and with six good spurts covered her face from her forehead to her chin in white goo.

Walter was laughing like a hyena, "Good shot, Pee Wee, you're my boy.'

Feeling a mix of pleasure and embarrassment, I wiped my face with Mom's towel and couldn't help but smile at the rowdy camaraderie among my new friends. Little did I know that this wild night was just the beginning of a night I would never forget.

The three of us fell asleep, arm in arm, our legs intertwined, cunt against cocks. Several hours later, I slowly opened my eyes, hardly believing what had happened. I heard a door lock click and I could see there was an older woman facing the three of us. Walter was snoring, but Kristy covered his face. "

"Oh Mom, what are you doing back so early? You were supposed to return tomorrow."

"Oh, honey," she said with a concerned expression, "I came back early because I forgot I have an important appointment tomorrow."

From the way the Mom pronounced English I realized she was Scandinavian, not British.

"I didn't expect to find you in dis compromising position. But what is good for da daughter ist good for the Mom."

"Where's Dad?"

"He's probably fallen asleep in the living room."

"Who do we got here," said her Mom, "Your two boyfriends."

"Walter got drunk and passed out."

"Ya, I remember him, big dick but lousy fucker."

"You, sonny, Vat's your name?"

"They call me Pee Wee."

"Well, there's no reason for dat, your penis is standard issue."

The mom lifted her skirt with one hand and grabbed my penis with the other.

I blushed at her Mom's frank assessment of my size, feeling both embarrassed and relieved that she didn't seem upset about the situation.

"It's nice to meet you, Mrs...." I paused, realizing I didn't know her name.

"Olga, call me dat."

Next thing I knew she had my penis in her mouth.

"Oh you naughty boy, you supposed to wash up after you cum, but no matter, your cumy dick still has good taste."

After two minutes of Mom's sucking, my penis was fully engorged and ready. She laid on the end of the bed crossways and pulled me down on top of her. She never bothered to take her silky bloomers off, she just hiked them to one side and pushed my dick right underneath toward her big hair pussy.

"Come on boy, show me what you got. Fuck me."

"Do I need a rubber?"

"Na, na. I'm too old to get pregnant. Don't worry about it."

I got to work as soon as I penetrated her cunt. Since I was blown two hours earlier by her daughter, there was no chance I'd be a johnny-cum-early. It was a delightful fuck, the best of my life up to that night. I didn't stop fucking until the clock's minute hand moved to fifteen minutes past. With my cock deep set, and Olga massaging my balls, I ejaculated for the second time that day, filling the older woman's cunt up to the brink, while Walter lay there snoring.

When daylight woke me at six thirty in the morning, I gathered my clothes. Walter was still in the bed with his arms around me. His wet cock was stuck to my thigh. Kristie and her Mom were gone. I passed the Dad half asleep in the lazy boy chair in the living room while the early morning news blared.

"Oh, goodnight young man."

"Yeah," I nodded, but I said nothing and hurried out the door.

The crisp morning air hit my face as I stepped outside, I looked around, taking in the quiet streets and the distant sound of chirping birds, my Stude was parked at the curb. I'd never locked the door but no one in their right mind would have thought to steal it. I opened the long door and got inside, fit the key in the keyhole and the engine burst to life. I put the car into 1st gear and tried to roll quietly down the hill. When I reached the cross street I hit the gas and a loud backfire exploded as the engine revved, and I made my escape.

THE END

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