Oh the hell with them, he thought. He couldn't understand teenaged girls one way or the other. They giggled about cocks but they didn't really care about fucking that much. What really turned him on was an older woman, some of the teachers in school and women like his mother. Especially women like his mother.

He stroked his cock with his hand as he thought about her. The way her nipples stuck out. The way her ass looked when she walked around in her bedroom.

The dark bush of cunthair between her thighs. Sometimes she walked around outside her bedroom in her underwear. He always tried to be cool about it. She would see him in his jockey shorts and he would see her in her bra and panties. It wasn't that much of a big, deal because he saw more of her in a bikini when the weather was warm.

It turned him on when she looked at him in his jockey shorts. He would never stay undressed too long because he was afraid he'd get a hard-on and be embarrassed. But she did look at him, at the bulge in his crotch, and one time he thought he caught a slight smile of approval.

She was such a sexy bitch with her firm body and long legs and bright eyes. None of his friends had a mother to compare with his. He thought of her tits again. He imagined himself sucking her nipples and then sliding down to suck her pussy. He imagined what it would be like to bury his nose and mouth in that hot gash between her legs.

And then he would fuck it. He pictured himself on top of her, his cock pushing against her cunt and then sliding inside. The hot flesh of her cunt grabbing at his cock.

God, how he hated Paul Simpson. He hated all her boyfriends. He couldn't stand the idea of anyone else fucking her. He just couldn't stand it.

A cry came out of Ryan's throat as his balls erupted. The jism spurted out of his cock, wad after wad jetting into the air and then falling on his belly. His eyes closed, his mouth open, he continued pumping his prick until his balls were empty.