Taken By the Neighbor's Son Ch. 02

"Harold did you hear me? About your volunteer work with the Park District last fall? Harold are you even paying attention?"

"Y-Yea mom. Just doing some squats while I'm...dressing..."

Amanda soon felt another orgasm approach. All the familiar trembles, faster than usual. Both fear and lust seemed to push it along together and Amanda was out of strength. This was all Harold's show now. She couldn't stop it, couldn't stop anything, didn't want to. Soooo good. Greta! Soooo goooooood... mmmm AHHHH! There was no rising and cresting this time. Only a sudden falling. Harold only just managed to grab her hips and hold her up as her legs gave away.

Then they started. From deep within Amanda's clenched throat erupted a series of unnatural, high-pitched squeaks that had never come out of Amanda before. Harold bent over her back and slapped a hand across Amanda's mouth. But squeaks didn't seem to be coming from her mouth at all and wouldn't stop.

"Harold what's that squeaking?" Greta called. You're not dragging furniture around again are you? I told you we don't want that floor scratched up!"

"No Mom!," Harold said fearfully. The squeaks weren't stopping, "I mean, just a little. Something....fell behind my desk. I just need to..." Harold twisted Amanda awkwardly away from the door, still bent over her back, and put his lips to Amanda's ear , "Stop that!" he whispered as silently as he could. But Amanda either couldn't stop or was too insensible to hear Harold's request. Now Harold was afraid. Still, removing his penis from Amanda did not occur to him.

"Harold Henderson, stop that right now! If you need help lifting the desk, just ask. Greta put her hand on the doorknob, and it started to turn.

"No mom! Don't come in, I'm not decent! There, I got it now." In desperation, Harold pinched Amanda's nose, cutting off her air supply. The squeaks stopped. Harold watched the door, sharing Amanda's panic, not daring to move.

"...alright Harold. Would you hurry up and change?" Greta said irritably, taking her hand off the doorknob, "And I better not see any scratches later. I will be checking! Look, I'm late for my power walk now. Don't worry about the essays. We'll sit down together tomorrow and go through them, alright?"

"Sure mom," Harold replied quickly, "I'm good. You have a good time."

"I will. And I want you in bed by the time I get home. You've got early morning strength training tomorrow, remember?"

"I know-I will be mom," Harold called, watching Amanda, afraid she would turn blue, "See ya."

Unable to hold out any longer, Amanda grabbed Harold's hand and yanked it off her mouth. She gulped deep and noisy lungfuls of air.

"What's that," Greta called from a little ways down the hall, "Are you okay Harold?"

"ummm...A-ACHOO!," Harold responded desperately, "Probably just allergies mom! See you tomorrow, ACHOO! AAAACHOOO!!," Harold continued in response to Amanda's noisy gasps.

"Alright, goodbye honey," Greta said. Steps were heard down the stairs. Seconds later a door, the backdoor, opened and closed.

"She's gone," Harold sighed.

Those words were like scissors cutting the last strings holding Amanda upright. She fell off of Harold's cock and onto the floor before Harold could react. Curled into fetal position, Amanda now wept, shook and moaned loudly. Both her hands lodged themselves between her legs and Amanda frantically rubbed herself her body supercharged with sexual energy. Moans, sobs and squeaks all seemed to pour out of her uncontrolled, like water. The sharp panic and pleasure of before was now replaced an intense afterglow and sweet, sweet relief.

"...Amanda," Harold said, looking sheepish, "You ok?"

Amanda answered only with moans and Harold watched her for a moment, with genuine concern. Unsure of what to do, he finally picked her gently from the floor, and carried her over to his bed. He suddenly remembered a stash of bottled water underneath. Fetching one, he opened it and offered it to Amanda's heaving lips. She drank deeply, sucking on the bottle like a baby. Harold restrained himself a little now, kissing Amanda lightly about the face and smoothing her mangled hair while he waited for her trembling to fade.

After a very long time it did. Amanda looked up into Harold's eyes with an indecipherable expression.

"H-Harold?" she asked in a soft voice, "Harold. Why?"

Harold turned away, settling his eyes on her naked body spread out before him.

"I'm sorry," He said at last. "I didn't mean...I mean I hope I didn't hurt you or anything. Guess I just kind of lost it." His hand unconsciously reached out to Amanda's breasts and idly stroked a nipple.

"You kept me waiting for a couple days. And then you were here and you tried to leave. And I knew my mom wouldn't come in. Since I became a senior she respects my privacy. Mostly."

"Harold's hand wandered about further, as he struggled for words.

"And you said no," Harold said I last. "I...I liked that. I mean, I don't....I mean when you said no that first time when we were together, and I didn't stop...and then you..."

Without prelude, Harold rolled his body on to Amanda's and with one smooth stroke, pushed his cock deep into her again. Still weak in her limbs Amanda only arched her back and gasped in response.

"I've wanted you for...since forever. As long as I can remember. I thought about it all the time. But I was just a little boy to you. I mean I was a boy. And you were this sexy, amazing-looking woman next door". Harold's tempo increased. "I knew I was going to have you though. I dreamed of it. When I grew up, when I was a man. I was going to be a man when I....."

Faster now, and harder. Harold put his large hands on Amanda's shoulders for leverage and pushed Amanda down onto his cock and he pushed his cock up into her. "...when I TOOK you! That's what I wanted...I thought I just want to fuck you. I was wrong. I wanted to TAKE you! To grab you, get you alone and ... WIN YOU!!" His voice rising now with his thrusts, Harold felt his long-delayed orgasm finally approached. "And I DID! I WON YOU!! I've been taking you ever since. And today, when you tried to leave I just had—just wanted to WIN you again! And AGAIN. All the fuck-ing time!!"

Amanda kept her eyes leveled on his through his explanation, his confession, as the rest of her was tossed about.

"Harold." She said finally, "H-Harold?" She picked up her arms and wrapped them around her busy lover. Harold looked down at her with the snarl of a man about to cum hard.

Amanda let out a long plaintive sigh. "Harold," Amanda said, with a weak smile, "You win."

With a beat of recognition, a look of triumph spread over to Harold's face and his cock shifted to overdrive.

"You...win Harold," Amanda said louder and higher as her body rocked under Harold's renewed assault, "Ooooh! You winnnn-nnnn, oooohhhhhhh hahha, Harold. Harold, you win! You win me ahhhhh just take me! Oh God, whenever, wherever, just fuck me Harold. I'm yours! You're my mmm-man now! My ma-...You You...yyyyooouuohhhh, ohhh God, you WIN!

Harold couldn't hear much more as the white roar of his approaching climax grew louder. He pounded her harder than he ever had before. He cupped Amanda's thrashing head and forced her to look straight into his.

"MINE!" Harold screamed ," Your PUSSY! MINE!!"

"YES," Amanda screamed, "Oh yes! YOUR'S! FUCK FUUUUUCCCKKK IT!! FUCK ME!!"

"AHHHHHHHHHAWWWWWW! UGH!!! Ohhhhhh," Harold groaned as he finally came deep into his sobbing, gasping prize. Finally, he collapsed on top of her, then off to her side still clutching at her tightly.

It was Amanda's turn to hold him until his trembles began to fade. She was too exhausted to climax with him. It didn't matter. Amanda knew she would not be leaving Harold's room for a long time. She glanced around it anew, feeling just as messy as it was, a glorious mess. She noted with satisfaction that one of Harold's bikini model posters was now completely ruined, stained through with Amanda's sweat where Harold had "posted" her. Her previous awkwardness at being in a teenager's room was now replaced by thoughts of what that tongue could do to her now that she was horizontal. She knew she should be mad. But what was the point? Her battle between the ramifications of what she was doing and the orgasms was now over. Harold had won.

"Harold?" Amanda asked after some time, "I've been trying to remember. Are you 18 years old? Or...17?"

Harold smiled at Amanda as might at a favorite toy. "Actually," he said, "I'll be 19 in a week."

Amanda's smile widened and she pushed Harold to his back and rolled on top. "Well," Amanda said, "You'll have to tell me what I can give you for a present."

"I'm thinking about it," Harold said as his wandering hand reached Amanda's ass, and made slow circles around her anus.

Shivers!