"You what? But I thought you said he was a friend. I even kissed him!"
"That's just it!" Carol cried. "He said he wanted to… to… make love to you!"
"That was dumb," Tracy said, and she meant it.
Carol poured her heart out to her daughter. "We were… necking… and all of a sudden he started talking about you, about how sexy you are, and young, and desirable. I thought he was just complimenting you, but his face… got real hot and he said that terrible thing."
Tracy held her mother in her arms and let her cry it out. It was obvious that Carol was going to miss Phil's beautiful cock. So was Tracy.
"That's sad," she said earnestly.
"Well, it's all over now," Carol sniffled as she reached for a Kleenex and dried her eyes. "I won't have anything to do with a man who even thinks of hurting you! Can you imagine him even thinking about doing anything to you?"
Yes, I sure can, Tracy thought, and suddenly was very glad that Phil had fucked her when he did. It was apparently too late now.
Getting herself together, Carol sat up straight and said, "There's leftovers in the kitchen. Are you hungry?"
"No. I ate at the movie."
"A bunch of junk?"
"No," Tracy said. "I had some milk, too."
"Good girl," Carol said, and kissed her daughter on the cheek.
Pleading a headache, Carol said she was going to bed early. Tracy watched her go into her bedroom, and she shook her head dolefully. What was she going to do about her mother?
By the time Tracy thought it was safe to steal over to Mr. Benson's house, a plan had hatched in her fertile young mind. So it was with bated breath and a pounding heart that she hurried next door in the dark of night.
Al Benson was delighted to see her. He told her he had given up hope of seeing her again that day. Tracy pressed up against him and gave him a series of nice kisses on the mouth to make him feel better. Then they went into the living room, dark but for the TV, which was showing a real raunchy fuck film.
"Ohhhh, look at that!" Tracy cooed, her young eyes devouring a scene of two beautiful women sucking one huge cock.
"Want some?" Al offered.
Tracy sat on the sofa with him and faced him. "Not right now. I have to talk to you about something important."
Al didn't press the issue. He just stroked her tits through her light dress until her nipples were spiking, then felt her up between the legs. She heaved a sigh and shivered a little.
"We can talk later, you know," he said.
Tracy's tits had been neglected at the movie. Al's manipulations turned them on. She wanted to talk to him about her mother, but her thoughts sort of filtered away as her nipples tingled.
She pulled the front of her dress down and said, "Suck my tits, Mr. Benson."
"With pleasure!" he said, and he attacked her tits with lips, tongue and mouth.
In no time at all he had her on her back, legs wide and dress way up on her flat tummy. He licked and sucked her tits until she was moaning, then he transferred his hot mouth to her juicy cunt. He knelt on the floor and plastered his face between her hot thighs and devoured her pussy. Tracy went wild.
"I wanna fuck, I wanna fuck," she panted, squeezing her tits and grinding her ass.
"Okay, kitten," Al said thickly and goo between her trembly thighs with cock in hand.
"Fuck!"
He drilled his prick into her open, wet cunt. Her cunt-lips parted juicily for his prick and, though she gasped at his initial entry, her pussy went crazy on his plunging cock. She hugged him to her tits and humped her cunt vigorously, panting and moaning all the while.
Al's cock got soaked in her tight little cunt. It was getting easier every day to fuck the horny teen. He gripped her ass-cheeks in his big hands and yanked her butt upward as he buried all of his prick in her pussy-hole.
Tracy groaned when his cock-head rammed her guts. Then she shivered from head to toe and squealed that she was going to cum any minute. Al fucked her faster and she came wildly, fluidly, copiously. He buried his cock in her squirmy, cummy cunt and shot his fiery load of thick jism.
Cock and cunt clashed for several minutes, like two savage animals attacking each other. They groaned together as they came together. Tracy's pussy creamed and creamed and Al's cock gushed and gushed until they were both spent and gasping for breath. It was a wild fuck.
"Ohhhh, wowwwww," Tracy cooed, holding his cock deep in her tight pussy. "That was fantastic! Super! Awesome! Ummmm, what a fuck!"
Dazzled by his cock, overwhelmed with cummy pleasure, she hugged him tight.
"Golly, I forgot what I came over here for!"
"Something about your mother?" he reminded her.
"Oh! Yes! Get off me! Mr. Benson, you have to help me!" He got off her writhing young body and smiled at her exuberance. She was a beautiful teen fuck. He couldn't wait for her to say what she had to say so he could fuck her again.
"My mom broke off with her boyfriend, Phil," she panted. "She'll meet another guy soon if we don't stop her now. She's gonna get horny and that'll be it. We have to stop her."
"How?" Al wanted to know.
"With your prick!" Tracy exclaimed. "Have you ever made a pass at my mom? I mean, if my dad and your wife were fucking around, did you ever…"
"No, kitten. Sorry, but that never happened. Your mother isn't in to that sort of thing."
"She is now! She even has her vibrator and sexy magazines! She's horny! Now's your chance!"
Al looked dubious. "I don't see how I can help."
"I do!" Tracy bubbled.
CHAPTER NINE
Tracy's horny little plan worked like a charm. The secret was in the timing. She had already schooled Al in his part of the plan, and the next day all she had to do was wait for her mother to get in the right mood.
There was no school, so Tracy stayed home with her mother and watched her turn into an irritated, cranky, grouchy lady as the hours wore on. Carol had been getting fucked a lot lately and now, suddenly, she wasn't getting any.
"Tracy? Don't you want to go out and play?" Carol finally asked. "You can watch TV tonight."
"No, Mom," Tracy said, eyes peeled to the game show. "I don't feel like going out."
She smiled to herself, knowing that Carol was dying to get to her magazines and vibrator. Tracy's presence prevented that, and the little nymph loved it. Her mom was horny and that's what Tracy wanted. The hornier Carol was, the better.
By four o'clock, Carol was a nervous wreck.
She paced the floors. She ate beyond her diet.
She drank too much coffee. And sweet little Tracy looked like she was oblivious to her mother's condition.
Over dinner, Tracy said, "Can we have that woman-to-woman talk now?"
"No, darling," Carol said. "I'm not in the mood."
"But you said you were going to tell me why I should stay away from Mr. Benson."
"I already did. Now don't nag."
"You used to like him," Tracy said. "What happened to change your mind? Please tell me."
Carol looked into her daughter's innocent blue eyes and couldn't bring herself to tell her the horrible truth.
"I'm sorry I brought it up. It's not something I should talk to you about now. Maybe when later."
"Oh, mother! I'm not a child!"
Carol covered Tracy's hand with hers. "I don't want to hurt you," she said.
"It'll do you good to talk about it," Tracy said. "That's what you always tell me. Why don't you let me be your friend and not just your daughter?"
Carol studied her daughter's face for a moment. Tracy's sincerity melted her resolve to keep the secret. Suddenly, a tear came to her eye, and the next thing Tracy knew, she was pouring her heart out. Her story was the same as Al Benson's – Mr. Arnold and Mrs. Benson ran off together to God knows where, and there was never a divorce.
"Oh, Tracy," Carol finished. "I didn't ever want to tell you."