Chapter 3: Kristen Inspires Me Even More

I finally opened my eyes and I blinked as I focused on a shape in the doorway.

“Well, that must have felt good! I could hear you all the way downstairs in the kitchen!” It was my mom, of course. God, how long had she been watching? Of course I didn’t mind that she had seen me masturbate, I just liked to know when she did. She stepped into my room and stood at the head of my bead, her hands on her hips over the thin cotton robe she was wearing. It was enough to cover her - barely, and I was reminded once more of what a sexy mom she was. There was no doubt in my mind the neighbors saw her as a MILF - and I bet she loved it!

“I guess I got here just in time for the grand finale,” she giggled, “Damn girl, what’s got you so horny this morning? What’s the matter, my husband wasn’t enough for you this morning?”

“Oh mom!!!!” I just frowned at her, trying to appear irritated without cracking up. Somehow I managed to twist around and get myself up and out of bed. Reaching down to the floor, I grabbed the t-shirt I had been wearing last night and pulled it over my head.

“Kelly, that’s dirty!” my mom scolded me. “Why can’t you ever put your clothes in the laundry without me saying something? This room’s a disaster!”

I may have been twenty but sometimes my mom still seemed to think I was six. As usual, I just ignored her and tugged the t-shirt down until it just covered my ass. I went over to her and gave her a quick kiss on the cheek. She smiled at me and patted me on the head, something I hated but I knew she meant it well.

“Well, I guess I can’t say anything. When I was your age I was always horny too,” she teased me, “Now how about handing me those sheets. From the looks of things I have a feeling they could use a good washing.”

Well, there WAS this large wet spot right in the middle so how could I protest? We stripped off the sheets and even the mattress cover was damp where my ass had been. My mom took them to the hallway and dropped them down the laundry chute that lead to the basement where our washer and drier lurked. I smiled as I thought about how she always did the easy direction. Too bad it didn’t have a “reverse” as I seemed to be the one that had to carry them back UP later!

Have you ever had one of those moments when you’re working on a difficult problem that seems impossible to solve when suddenly it’s like everything becomes crystal clear and you know EXACTLY what needs to be done? Well, I had one of those “eureka” moments when I KNEW what my Father’s Day gift was going to be this year. I quickly got on the phone and called my cousin Kristen.

Kristen was two year younger than me but was no stranger to my dad’s desire for young pussy. He’d been fucking her for almost two years now, mostly when I was away at school though. Actually, that’s what got the two of them started - me going off to college leaving my dad hornier than hell for some teen pussy. Kristen was more than willing to fill in for me (or should I say, “be filled for me”). From what I had seen, she was more into younger boys than older men but when it came to my dad, she was happy to make an exception!

It wasn’t fifteen minutes after I hung up that Kristen was over at my house and standing before me in my bedroom.

“This had better be good,” she warned me solemnly, “I’m horny as hell this morning and you called just as I was about to do something about it.”

Try as she might she couldn’t keep a straight face. We both broke out laughing and then she reached out to hug me and we kissed. Kristen was like a sister to me and I loved to be with her. We had shared quite a few interesting experiences together and I was sure she would be thrilled with my idea. As our lips parted I pulled back and looked thoughtfully at her.

“So why are you so horny this morning? When was the last time you got laid girl?”

“Oh, it was yesterday afternoon but THAT is what has me going today. Remember that peeping tom kid that lives behind us? Well ... I finally nailed him yesterday!”

I had been leaning over my bed to straighten the covers when she said that but I couldn’t help but turn and look at her with a bit of astonishment written all over my face.

“Kristen - you didn’t!”, I exclaimed, “Damn girl, what is he, maybe fourteen or fifteen?”

“Thirteen,” she said, with a touch of pride thrown in.

“Ummmmm, you DO remember you’re over eighteen now, right?”

“Oh Kelly, don’t be such a fuddy-dud,” Kristen pouted, “When was the last time you heard a teenage boy file a complaint that an older girl fucked him?”

“Yeah ... but damn girl! Thirteen?”

“Well ... let’s just say he’s mature for his age. Besides, his cock was incredible! It was hard from the start and never went down - even when I was done with him!”

I just shook my head this latest of my naughty cousin’s escapades. The girl loved young guys and it seemed she was always dating some kid in high school. This, though, was reaching down well into middle school. Thirteen was young, even by HER standards. Oh well, it was her choice so who was I to say anything? For her sake, I just hoped he didn’t tell too many people!

Talking about her latest youthful conquest must have gotten her imagination going again as I could see her closing her eyes and rubbing her boobs as she described his cock to me in vivid detail. From past experience I knew it was useless for me to even discuss my Father’s Day surprise with her when she got like this. It was like a fuse had been lit and there was no extinguishing it until the bomb went off.

“You should have been there Kelly, the little perv was peeking into my window - again, and this time I caught him. At first he looked sacred shitless when I told him he had to come on or I would tell his parents. He had NO idea what my plans were for him.”