Mother Knows Best

MOTHER KNOWS BEST

by Barticlees                                                                        

Chapter 1;

   It was about fifteen minutes until his first class and Jake was sitting in his car.  He was glad that he was parked in the back of the parking lot where no one else parked.  Because he would have hated for them to see what was happening.  His mother, sitting beside him in the passenger seat, was turned to face him with her hand in his lap as he stared out the window and prayed for the will power to do something about the situation.  But the feeling of her hand as it slowly stroked up and down his stiff meat was just too exquisite.  And she knew it.

  "Now you won't forget to come pick up Mommy after work will you, baby?" she asked in a little girlie voice just to annoy him, as she pumped his hot dick with her hand.  "Mommy's car will be in the shop for repairs."

  "No, Mother Dearest," Jake replied blushing with shame.  He knew that if he didn't do everything his mother told him to do, like refer to her as "Mother Dearest", that she would simply cut him off; she would just start acting like any other mother and ignore him.  He didn't mind being ignored, but, to his utter shame, he was addicted to her hand.  You might say Evelyn had her son under her thumb...and her four fingers.

  Jake tried not to look at her as she slowly and sensuously manipulated his hungry dick...and his battered soul, but he couldn't help himself.  She was just so damned beautiful.  She was fucking georgeous.  And she knew it.

  Jake didn't dare look into her eyes.  His mother was so pretty that he knew he would lose it immediately if he looked at her face.  But, as Jake felt his balls churning with lust, he couldn't help but look down at her beautifully proportioned hand as it moved knowingly up and down his manhood, and then, despite himself, his eyes traveled up her pretty arm and into her deep cleavage. . 

  Evelyn knew how to use her cleavage.  She was a very smart lady.  She knew that when she was in court arguing for her corporate clients or negotiating a deal for them that a little bit of a plunging neckline helped to confuse the stupid useless men she had to deal with.   It gave her a serious tactical advantage.  And Evelyn liked having the upper hand...so to speak.  Evelyn liked being in control.

  Evelyn smiled slightly as she watched her son stare at her tits.  She didn't even need to take them out and show them to Jake.  He already knew what they looked like...and they were magnificent; just like the rest of her body.  She had once caught him peeking at her as she showered.   But, instead of chastising him, she had simply made it a point to give him a good show.  In fact, from that day on she made it even easier for her son to watch her shower by putting a large standing mirror in a strategic position and then accidentally forgetting to close her bathroom door in the mornings.  From that point on her poor son never knew what hit him.

  She knew that teenagers could be trouble... but not her son.  She was going to see to that.  He was not going to cause her any distracting problems.  He was going to do everything she told him to do until he went off to college, and then she didn't give a crap what happened to him.  She wasn't fond of kids.  Jake had been her first and only child.  Evelyn should have been born a man.  She wasn't really into nurturing.

  Jake was almost there.  It had only taken five minutes and he was ready to shoot.  Evelyn reached down with her other hand and picked up her purse and handed it to him.  "Here, dear." she said.  "Unless you want to go to class with some embarassing stains on your clothes you might want to look and see if I have any tissues in there."

  Red faced with shame Jake desperately opened his mother's purse and began foraging for a tissue.  He had to hurry because her hand felt so good.  She knew just how to please a man and she knew how to please her son especially well.  She had had plenty of practice.  She had done this many times before...whenever she wanted something from him.

  She knew just hard to squeeze.

  She knew just what rhythm and pace to maintain.

  She knew when to slow down to let his need build to an exquisite pitch.

  And she knew exactly how to rub her hand over the top of the swollen head while using his clear oozing droplets as a lubricant for her palm while it circled his knob and rubbed up and down over the "V".  She knew that that in particular drove a man wild with lust. 

  Evelyn heard her son gasp as she did it now.  She smirked as she saw his balls begin to contract up into his abdomen while he desperately fumbled around in her purse. Evelyn liked the thought of Jake having to go to class with cum stains all over himself.  Evelyn liked to humiliate her son.  He deserved it.  He had been a burden to her from the day he was born.   To her he was just another pathetic male.  Another slave to his own dick.  She figured she might as well have a little fun with him. 

  With an evil grin Evelyn squeezed a little harder and pumped a little faster.  He was just moments away.  Maybe if she hurried.......

  "UNGHHH, UNMPHH, AAAHHHHHH" Jake grunted as his cock suddenly erupted; sending sperm shooting up a good four or five inches into air.  Jake's head fell back against the seat as he shut his eyes and tried to endure the agony of the ecstasy.  His mother's now forgotten purse slipped from his spasming fingers and fell unnoticed to the floor as Jake squirted over and over again up into the air until only a few gobs were emerging from his pee hole and sliding slowly down over his mother's beautifully manicured hand.

  Jake always had to look at that moment.  Because if Jake lived to be a thousand years old he would never tire of nor forget the incredibly erotic sight of his mother's sperm covered fist as it slowly milked out the last of his juice.  The memory of that beautiful cum covered hand was burned into his memory.  It was the chain that bound him to his servitude. 

  Immediately afterwards Jake always felt spent...really spent.  He came so hard that it drained his mind of all thoughts and worldly cares for at least several minutes afterwards.  He was barely aware that his mother was even still in the car beside him.  He didn't notice as she reached down, picked up her purse, pulled out the only tissue in it, and calmly cleaned her son's goo from her hand. 

  Then, while her son's head was still lolling about in cumshock, she flipped the now soggy tissue onto his now shrinking penis and opened her door to get out.  "Oh, and darling," she said with a smirk before she left, "please straighten up around the house when you get home, won't you?  No need to hire a maid so long as I have such a wonderful and considerate son."

  Then, with a little laugh, Evelyn closed her son's car door, got into her big black Lexus, and drove off with a squeal of her tires.  It always amused Evelyn just how easy it was to get men to do whatever she wished.  The were putty in her hands.

  Jake was not a bad looking guy but he had such low self esteem that the girls usually ignored him.  He was too meek and unassertive.  Jake didn't know it but he was well hung.  He had a man sized cock but didn't know how to use it.  If he had he would have had all the girl friends he could have wanted.  Jake underestimated the power that self confidence had when dealing with girls. 

  So Jake slunk through another day; sitting in the back of the class, trying not to fall asleep, and also trying not to think of how crazy and erotic the morning's experience had been.  His mother didn't know it but what had really set him off that morning was when he caught a glimpse of Veronica getting out of her car across the parking lot from them.  Jake thought Veronica was the hottest female he had ever set eyes on.  It was her face Jake was seeing when his mother pumped out his cum.  It was Veronica's hand that he was imagining on his hot throbbing cock as he erupted.  She was the one he thought of most of the time when he jacked off alone in his room, or, occassionaly, in a stall in the boys restroom between classes whenever he couldn't wait to get home.

  Veronica was a cheerleader and lived just three houses down from him on the same street.  Veronica was the girl next door...the ultimate girl next door.  She was cute, nice, friendly, had a killer smile, and a body that....had caused him to soil a lot of tissues over the last few years.  Jake had to force himself not to think of her or look at her in class lest he embarass himself by getting an erection in the middle of class.  Even having his balls drained by his mother before classes in the morning wasn't enough to drain him of his lust for Veronica.  If he could have anything at all in the whole wide world it would be to get her naked and then..........  Jake was ashamed of the things he wanted to do to her.  She was so nice, yet his lust for her was so......fierce.

  Jake couldn't wait until the bell rung so he could get home and masturbate.  Between the memory of his mother's hand job and the sight of Veronica's pretty face and incredible butt, his cock was drooling before he even got through the front door. 

  Jake dropped his backpack on the floor and ran to his room.  He closed the door and reached into the bottom drawer of his desk to pull out the girlie mags he kept stashed there under some old notebooks.  He ripped off his pants, pulled off his underwear, lay down on the bed, and quickly opened one worn old magazine to a favorite picture of a naked girl that looked a lot like Veronica and started to yank himself.

  He tried to pace himself, but his arousal was acute and before long he could feel his pleasue center getting ready to explode.

  Just then the door to his room opened.  It was Veronica's mom, Cookie. 

  Jake threw the magazine to the floor and tried to cover up his erection.  He was blushing from head to toe in shame.

  Cookie just stood there looking at him.  She crossed her arms and leaned against the door frame.  "My God, Jake.  Don't you ever get enough?" she said with a smile.  "Your mother told me she jacked you off before school this morning.  And you are already masturbating again?"

   Jake squirmed in shame.

  "I bet I know what's wrong," Cookie said then with a chuckle, "you've been looking at my daughter again haven't you?"

  Jake wished that the ground would open up and swallow him.  He knew that she knew.  And he knew that the deeper shade of crimson that his face was turning as she mentioned Veronica's name was a dead giveaway. 

  "Don't worry Jake," Cookie said conspiratorily.  "I won't tell her.  Unless you want me to" she added with a mock wide eyed wonder.

  Jake could only turn his head and look away.  He was pinned to the bed in disgrace.  He thought he might start to cry as he heard Veronica's mom walking towards him.

  She sat down on the bed next to him.  "Let's see what we have here" she said and pulled his hands away from his crotch. 

  Jake let her.  Jake had to let her.  Cookie was his mother's very best friend.  They had grown up next door to each other and were as close as sisters.  They told each other everything.....absolutely everything.  They even had their own keys to each other's house's and cars.  And Jake knew that disobeying Cookie would be the same as disobeying his mother.  And it terrified Jake to think of what his mother could do to him if she were displeased with him.  He had seen her mad.  And he knew that when she was mad her rage knew no bounds. 

  So Jake let Cookie look at his goodies.  It was certainly not the first time. 

  Cookie reached down and casually wrapped her hand around his long thick cock.  It was still almost totally hard.  Even shame wasn't enough to stem his desires.

  Slowly she began to work her hand up and down his length while looking into Jake's face.  "You like that don't you Jake?"  she asked.

  Jake was too embarassed to speak.  So Cookie kept on gently stroking him.  HIs now fully hard cock was speaking for him.  "You like thinking about Veronica when you jack off, don't you Jake." she added, taunting him.  "You think about her pretty little face.  Her long dark hair.  Her small tight little body.  Her tight little ass.  Her...."

  "P..p..please, Mrs. Ventnor, please don't." Jake pleaded, his voice a husky whisper.

  "Oh.  You want me to stop?" Cookie said removing her hand from Jake's throbbing cock.

  "No...uhm yes...uh..no...I...I..just wish you wouldn't uhm...you know...ummm....."

  Cookie put her warm hand around Jake's dick once again and resumed her slow stroking.  HIs cock head swelled with pleasure.

  "Oh, you mean it's okay for me to jack you off.  You just don't want me to make fun of you.  Or to remind you of how cute my daughter is.  To taunt you with thoughts of her tight...oh so tight....young slit.  Just waiting for someone to come and take her cherry.  Is that it Jake?" Cookie said with a glint in her eye.

  Jake could only moan and shut his eyes tight.

  Cookie could sense that Jake was already getting too close.  He must have really been warmed up by the time she came to his door.  But, she didn't want him to cum yet. So she removed her hand and started gently massaging his balls.  She wanted to taunt him.  It was fun.

  "Can you imagine what her tight little anus must look like, Jake?"  she said serenely.  "So tight.....so cute.  Just a wrinkled little brown star.....hidden back there.  Tucked away between those two firm little cheeks.  Just waiting for her knight in shining armour to come.  Just waiting for her handsome prince charming to enter her and to penetrate her deep deep into....."

  "Oh, God, Mrs. Ventnor." Jake moaned loudly.  "Please.  Please don't." 

  Cookie threw her head back and laughed.

  She and Jake's mother were two peas in a pod.  They had learned at an early age how easy it was to use their considerable charms to manipulate and use men.  They had compared notes and techniques through the years helping each other learn everything they could possibly learn about sex; either first hand, so to speak, or by reading and remembering anything they could possibly get their hands on about sex.  Using men was fun.  It was a ball. 

  "Okay, Jake" Cookie said after a long laugh at his expense.  "I'll stop," she said as she reached for his cock once again and began fondling him.  "I won't mention 'you-know-who' again.  But in return I need you to do me a favor okay?"

  "Anything" Jake said, trying to remain rational as Veronica's mom's hand began expertly masturbating him again. "Anything."

  "I just knew you would help, Jake," Cookie said deviously.  "You're such a fine young man and such a helpful neighbor.  I was just wondering if you could come over and mow our lawn this weekend.  Our gardener is on vacation and our grass is just getting so...."

  Jake had seen their yard on his way home.  It looked fine.  It looked like the yard of every other rich family living in the neighborhood.  But he didn't care.  If she wanted it mowed, he would mow it.  He would have promised the world at that moment just to keep Cookie's smooth silky hand moving up and down his rod.  Her skill was...beyond words.  She was so good.  So adept.  She knew just where, when, and how to......

  "AAAAGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHH" Jake moaned and arched his back. 

  It wasn't just that her hand was so expert.  No, that wasn't bad enough.  But she also knew exactly how to act when a man came.  "Oh, yes, Jake." Veronica's mom coaxed the poor writhing boy with just the right amount of enthusiasm in her voice as she watched him shoot his load.  "Oh, yes.  Cum for me Jake.  Show mommy your cum.  Oh, yessssssssssssss"

   Between the encouraging sound of her voice in his ears, the perfect squeezing of her hand going up and down on his cock, and the thoughts of Veronica's cute little butthole in his head, Jake thought he would break his back he thrust up so hard.  He came so hard he thought his cock would suck his asshole up and shoot it out the end of his dick. He thought one of his nuts might come popping out of his dickhead. 

  He thought he was in heaven. 

  Cookie watched smugly as it all happened.  She had seen this many times before.  She could make a man feel better with her hand than most women could with their entire body.  Because Cookie didn't just use her hand, she also used her mind.  And an erotic and horny mind is a terrible thing to waste.  Cookie did, however, marvel at the volume of sperm gushing from the young man's penis.  For a boy who had already cum once that she knew of that day, his ejaculate was quite copious.  But then he was still a teenager.  And teenaged boys had a lot to offer in that department.

  Once he was done, Cookie wiped her hand on his stomach and then stood up to leave.  "Well, Jake.  I'll see you on Saturday then.  Say nine-ish in the morning?"

  Trying to gather his wits, Jake rolled his sweat covered face towards the woman, gasped for breath and nodded.  "N...n...nine-ish.  O...o..okay."

  Cookie chuckled softly and left.

  For the second time in one day Jake had to get something and clean up the mess that a woman's hand had made on his stomach and chest.  While he swabbed up the milky white globs he wondered if Mrs. Ventnor had ever told Veronica about some of the things Mrs. Ventnor and his mother had done with him over the years.  He blushed deeply at the thought.  And he prayed.  He prayed that Mrs. Ventnor knew how to be discreet.  If word about this got around he would quickly become the new school fool.

  Saturday came soon and Jake rolled his lawn mower down the street to the Ventnor's house.  He couldn't tell if anyone was home because they had a big four car garage and it was closed, so he just started to mow.  He had thought about knocking first but he figured some of them might still be sleeping and he didn't want to piss them off; particularly Mrs. Ventnor.

  He was glad Mrs. Ventnor had told him to start in the morning because the day was turning out to be a hot one.  Their yard was huge and he was soon bathed in sweat. Once he finished the front yard he tried the gate to the back yard and found it open so he started on the back yard.  He started in the back, thinking that he would work his way towards the house where there was more shade, but after about twenty minutes he was feeling sunburned so he turned off the mower and went to stand under a tree just behind the house.

  Jake sat down under the coolness of the big oak tree and waited for his temperature to return to normal.  He could hear the sounds of distant voices in other back yards, assorted dogs barking here and there, and he could hear the sounds of the occassional car as it passed on the road in front of the big house. 

  After a few minutes Jake was feeling better, but, as he stood up to go back to him mowing, there was a break in the background noises and suddenly Jake heard a soft mewling sound.  At first he thought it was a cat meowing somewhere nearby but then he heard a sound that was a little louder.  It was less of a  mewl and more of a moan....a female moan. 

  Jake figured it was his lewd imagination, but, as Jake was walking towards his mower he heard a louder, more distinct moan.  Only this time it was definite.  And it was coming from a window that was open.  Jake froze in his tracks and looked over at the window.  The glass was reflective so he couldn't see inside, but the ten inch gap below the open window allowed him to see in.  All he could see was dark shadows and he was going to forget about it...he didn't want to get a reputation as a peeping Tom, but then he heard a series of short gasps and the sound of a young girl's voice. 

  Jake's cock immediately reacted.  It sounded like Veronica.  But what could he do?  He looked around.  There were bushes underneath the window and a water faucet with a long green hose attached to it next to the bushes.  Jake decided that he wanted a drink of water....really badly. 

  Trying to be nonchalant he strolled over to the hose and turned on the faucet.  Then, with one eye on the window and the other eye on the high fence that surrounded the back yard he sort of accidentally on purpose pulled the hose out and moved slowly towards the bushes next to the window as he sipped at the water flowing from the hose. 

  His cock was hard in about thirty seconds.  It was definitely moaning.  And it was definitely a young girl.  But was it Veronca?  Jake had to know.  He dropped the hose as if by accident, and, stealing a last glance around the yard to be sure that no one could see him, he got to his knees and crept in under the big bushes until he was against the wall and completely out of sight of anyone outside. 

  He heard voices!  What the fuck?  The moaning was sounding more and more like Veronica but.... she wasn't alone.  He heard other voices talking.  Adult voices.  It sounded like a man...and a woman.  Jake thought he recognized Mrs. Ventnor's voice and the other, masculine voice, sounded like.......Veronica's dad.

  Jake almost shit himself.  He had to see what was going on now, even if he got caught and thrown in jail and labelled as a sex offender, he could never forgive himself if he didn't see what was going on inside the room. 

  Slowly, trembling with excitement, Jake raised his head and looked into the room. 

  It was worth the gamble.  What he saw next burned through his retinas and didn't stop until it had burned a hole in his soul.  It was Veronica...and her parents.

Veronica was totally naked and tied to her bed. 

Jake gasped in shock and quickly ducked down hoping they hadn't heard him.  But the sounds inside continued unabated.  Jake, however, had to sit down and wait for himself to calm down before he dared to look in again.  His mind had almost melted at the scene he had just absorbed.  It was a mental picture that would be stored in the same mental vault with the sight of his mother's sperm covered fist and Mrs. Ventnor's sperm covered fist whenever she beat his meat.  But this spectacle was going on the top shelf of the vault....the very top shelf.  Where it would sit and be looked at and polished over and over and over again the rest of his life till two weeks after he was dead.  It would sit alone. 

  It would be a picture of the cutest and sexiest girl he had ever seen lying naked on the bed with her cheerleader's outfit on...but not on.  Her top was pulled down so that her naked breasts....her perfect c-cup breasts...with their perfect...and perfectly stiff nipples...pointing eagerly up towards the ceiling.

  And, beside her....the thought made Jake swallow to keep from having his heart leap from his throat and run helter skelter around the yard....was her father.  And he was feeding his naked young daughter his cock.  He was fucking her face. 

  Jake found himself panting at the thought and had to cover his mouth so they wouldn't hear his ragged breathing. 

  But that wasn't all....as if that wasn't enough.  At the foot of her bed....between her legs....her mother was leaning over....and was................licking her daughter's pussy.  

  Jake's head felt light.  He thought he might pass out.  His cock had shrunken in shock.  He could feel the blood draining from his head...his big head...and thought he was going to faint.  But the sound of the voices inside Veronica's bedroom grabbed hold of him and would not let him go.  He was now as rooted to that spot as though his shoes had grown roots.

  The voices.  The voices.  He couldn't believe what they were saying.

  "That's it baby, work your lips over the head tightly but not too tightly as I withdraw my cock, so the man can see your beautiful full lips wrapped around his manhood" Veronica's father's voice seemed to float directly into Jake's brain, threatening to short circuit his mind.  "Yes, that's it baby.  Yes, that's good.  Firmly now, but not so firmly that your lips are compressed.  Yes, that's it.  Let the man see the fullness of your lips."

  The voices.  The voices.  They hit Jake like Mike Tyson punches to his gut. 

  "Uhmmmmm.  That's nice baby" came Mrs. Ventnor's voice now.  "Your pussy is so sweet.  Do you feel how I am licking your clit?  How I work my tongue around and around the whole area leaving just enough distance from the sweet spot to keep you from cumming?  Uhmmmm.  Yessss.  That's it baby.  Suck your father's cock while I lick your pussy.  Don't worry, I won't let you cum yet.  I'm just going to get you up close and personal to your orgasm over and over and over again until when you finally do climax it will be more intense.  Very much more intense.  Yessss. Oh yesssss, Baby.  That's it."

  Jake had seen all of this in one quick unforgetable glance.  And if it had been too erotic a sight to believe, their soft reassuring voices as they coaxed their daughter to ever heightened sexual awareness and performance at the same time, convinced Jake that what he had seen hadn't been a delusion. 

  Apparently, Mrs. Ventnor didn't limit her sexual overtures to just the boy next door.  Mrs. Ventnor liked to go down on her own daughter....while her daughter was sucking off her own father. 

  And Veronica was into it......a LOT.  Jake knew just enough about women from the porno videos he had watched to recognize the sound of a female on the verge of orgasm.

  Veronica was enjoying having sex with her parents.  The sounds of her grunting and moaning were unmistakable. And, even from his spot outside the house and under the window, he could hear the sound of Veronica as she thrashed around in her bonds and flopped helplessly up and down on the bed trying to force her vagina far up into her mother's mouth to secure just enough friction that she could finally cum.  The wildness of Veronica's grunting sounds, as they emerged from the big cock that was imbedded in her mouth, left no doubt that she was aroused beyond understanding.  Apparently this was how her parents taught her about sex....by having it with her. 

  Jake took out his cock and started to jack off...right there....sitting in the bushes....outside Veronica's bedroom...while she was being fucked by her family.  He had never been so hard in his life.  As he stroked his meat he closed his eyes, pulled up the picture in his mind of a the beautiful, velvety, naked Veronica surrounded by her parents, and listened intently to her muffled yelping sobs mixed with the firm authoritarian voices of her parents instructions and encouragements.

  If Jake had died right then and there he would have had to go to Hell.  Not because of anything he had ever done but because he had already been to heaven.  He was there now.  His dick was a throbbing pole of unmitigated pleasure as his mind flooded with the sights and sounds of the moment. 

  When Veronica finally came, Jake came with her. 

  Veronica's relieved cries of joy and rapture spluttering from her now obviously empty mouth covered up whatever grunting and gasping Jake made as he fertilized the Ventnor's shrubbery for them.

   They had simultaneous orgasms.  They were simulatneously transported on a flying carpet of ecstasy high up into the Earth's outer atmosphere.  If they had gone any higher they might have been lost in space. Neither one wanted it to ever end.  But neither strong young body could sustain such a high for more than about twenty to thirty seconds.

  But what a high it was.

  After Jake finished, his body slumped over on it's side; his cock still in his hand.  Both youngsters breathed long and deep trying to fight their way back into the Earth's atmosphere.  Back to the boring, dull, drudgery of living and getting on with life.  But each one had a souvenir; a  mental souvenir.  And each one would eventually return to that souvenir on the many long cold nights of their lives to relive the miraculously orgasmic elation of their youth. 

  Veronica didn't know it, but she and Jake had just had sex together. 

 

  It wasn't until much later after Jake had finished mowing their yard and gotten home that he began to wonder.  Why had Mrs. Ventnor told him to be over by nine in the morning?  Had they left the window open on purpose.  Had they known he would probably hear them and come take a look. 

  Jake came as these thoughts floated around in his mind.  His cum, what there was of it, spit and drooled onto the bathroom floor in front of the toilet where he sat. 

  "No way, " he thought to himself, as he reached for some toilet paper to clean up the mess.  "No way.  Why would they do that?"