A Teenager’s Revenge Part 1

Kelly Willis checked herself out in the mirror behind the door, in the apartment she and her mom lived in together. She slowly turned around and peered over her shoulder. She was wearing the tightest and shortest of cut-off jeans imaginable, cut way up on her hips, and providing a glimpse of her hot pink thong above the denim. A pink baby-T that showed off her budding breasts completed the outfit. She wore no bra, and she knew her nipples would show through the thin material if they became erect, as they tended to do. Her body was slim, befitting a 13-year-old, but she was beginning to fill out in all the right places, and had learned how to show herself off and make herself look sexy, including bright, cherry-red lipstick and eye-shadow. Perfect, she thought to herself, admiring her pert ass.

Born out of wedlock when her mother was only 16, Kelly had grown up in an upper-class, affluent neighborhood, due to her mother’s subsequent marriage to a wealthy attorney who had met her in a titty bar where she had worked nights. Gerard Willis was a member of an elite social set, which his new trophy wife had done her best to adapt to and become a member of, despite her poverty-stricken upbringing. Kelly had gone to good schools, purchased designer clothes, took piano and gymnastics lessons – she had had the best of everything, and seemed to everyone she knew to have the perfect life. And then it had all abruptly collapsed around her.

Kelly’s step-father had arrived home early one day to find his young wife in bed with another man. Kelly had been at school, staying late for gymnastics practice. For years, she knew, her mom had been subject to almost constant mental abuse by her controlling, domineering dad. He had never let her forget that he had rescued her from the slums. What she hadn’t known was that her dad had also neglected her mom’s voracious sexual needs. She suspected him of having affairs, since he was very often away on business. Whatever he was doing, he wasn’t having sex with his wife.

On the day in question, the frustration her 31 year-old mother had endured for so many years had finally driven her to masturbate with a vibrator in her upstairs bedroom, fantasizing about the pool boy, at work in the back yard. Enrique, an 18-year-old Latino, had finished his work and come in the house to receive his check from the lady of the house. Wearing only his shorts, he had called out to her but received no reply. Hearing a noise upstairs, he had climbed the stairs and peered cautiously into the master bedroom.

Mrs. Willis was on the bed, naked, her legs apart and bent at the knees. He had often admired the blonde woman her as she sunbathed in her bikini by the pool, feeling his cock lurch in his pants as he imagined sinking it into her tight, wet cunt. He worked for several women who were home during the daytime, and he had fucked more than a few of them, but Mrs. Willis was the ultimate prize. Not the skinny runway model type so common in the neighborhood, Samantha Willis was a voluptuous blonde goddess with large, firm breasts and a luscious, full ass. She was moaning softly, gripping the end of the vibrator with her hand and slowly sliding it in and out of her glistening wet pussy. Her hips rose and fell as she imagined herself being fucked by her imaginary lover. “Ohhhhhhhh, yessssss….” she murmured, thinking for the umpteenth time that she should just go ahead and take a lover with a stiff cock and who knew how to use it, instead of relying on battery-powered imitations. She was close to coming, completely oblivious to Enrique’s presence in the room, or anything else, as her body neared its crest.

Enrique stood at the doorway, all too aware of the insistent throbbing of his youthful cock in his shorts. Quietly, he reached down, undid the button on his shorts, and slid them down to his ankles, grabbing his aching cock in his fist. He was stroking it slowly, watching the gorgeous, writhing woman on the king-sized bed, when he inadvertently hit a floor lamp with his elbow. He grabbed at it to keep it from falling, but he couldn’t prevent it from making a sound as he caught it.

Samantha’s eyes flew open, and her breath caught in her chest as she saw the handsome pool boy. “Enrique!!!! Ohhhh, goddd…!!” she gasped, desperately trying to cover her exposed pussy with her hands. Despite her embarrassment, though, she couldn’t help but stare at the teenager’s thick, erect cock. Oh my god, thought Samantha, her mind racing.