She insisted she could suck cock better than her mother.

By J.K. Jones

Grumpy Pete was sitting at his kitchen table on the top floor of his shabby split level house, eating a plate of microwaved ravioli, and dunking some white bread into the orange sauce. Across the room, the television was set on an Oldies-But-Goldies station, and something that looked like black and white 50’s sitcom was flashing on the screen. Grumpy Pete wasn’t paying the muted television much mind. He was focused on scooping ravioli on his bread, and keeping the shit off his shirt as he ate.

There was a light knock on the stair bannister, and a platinum blonde head of big hair popped over the rail. It was Vanity, the daughter of Pete’s slutty MILF tenant Dorothy, who lived downstairs in the small two bedroom mother-in-law apartment. Dorothy was a fortyish busty whore, literally, who worked part time at a bingo parlor and as a waitress, but spent most of her time conducting happy-ending massage in her bedroom downstairs, and by that, Pete knew she was simply blowing her clients, earning $50 for ten or fifteen minutes of work and three minutes of conversation as she hurried them out of her place, and went to brush her teeth before the next client. Pete had once sat in his window for an afternoon reading a book, and counted nine men leaving Dorothy’s place in one day.

Vanity smiled nervously from the stairwell. “Hi, Mr. Douglas, am I disturbing you?” She stepped into sight.

“Yes, you are. I’m eating here,” Pete said, in his trademark grumpy tone of voice.

“I guess I could come back later,” said Vanity. Pete looked up and saw that she was scantily clad- in pink bikini underwear and a tight tank top that didn’t conceal her very large tits and dark nipples. Vanity went to turn back down the stairs, but Pete harrumphed. “That’s okay though. I was just finishing. Come in. What can I do you for? Do you have your mother’s rent?”

Pete had gone down to their apartment yesterday afternoon to collect rent, and after getting upset with yet another line of bullshit from Dorothy, had been placated by Dorothy getting on her knees and sucking a mouthful of cum out of his big old prick. It had been a pretty thorough blowjob, and Pete had slept nicely last night because of it. But that was yesterday.

“Um, no, I don’t.” said Vanity. “She told me you said it could wait until next week after what she did for you.”

Grumpy Pete was a little surprised. “She told you about sucking my cock?”

Vanity giggled and moved to the table, and sat down across from Pete. She was probably twenty two or twenty three years old, skinny, pretty in a very trashy way, with too much makeup and brash lipstick on her face, but her breasts were even larger than her mother’s and they were just swaying there, as Pete stared at them, eating the last few spoonfuls of ravioli. In addition to being more toned than her mother because she was in her prime, Vanity didn’t have her mother’s belly or big ass yet.

“She did. My mom sucks a lot of dick, so its no big deal. She really loves cum.”

“Ah, I see,” said Pete. “Well I still want the rent next Tuesday.”

“She knows,” said Vanity. “So I have a weird question for you.”

“Yeah, what’s that,” Pete asked.

Vanity grinned. “My mom and I were arguing just now about who sucked cock better. She thinks she does because she’s been doing it all of her life, and she’s 44. I think no one in the world sucks dick better than me, even my mom.”

“So you want to suck me off, and then I tell you who’s better?” asked Pete brusquely, and getting quickly to the point, something he liked to do more and more since he was closer every day to death. “I’m old enough to be your grandpa.”

“Age is just a number,” said Vanity, moving closer, and getting down on her knees, and gently guiding Pete’s legs to move sideways on the chair, away from the table. “Mom said you have a huge cock. Do you want to unload your cum in my sexy little mouth?”

“Well I guess so,” said Pete.

“There’s just one thing you need to promise me,” said Vanity. She slowly worked at the snaps of Pete’s polyester shorts, and then with a proud grunt, she pulled them open and slipped them down Pete’s skinny legs. His turgid cock, already hard after looking at the big soft fun bags in his face, popped out. With a sexy squeal, Vanity pulled her tank top over her head, freeing her bounteous tits. She rested them on his bare legs, and looked up at his cock and at him, her face about six inches away from his balls and shaft.

“I need a promise,” she said.

“What do you want?” Pete asked suspiciously.

“If I’m going to suck that cock, you are going to tell my mother I’m better than her. You promise me that right now.”

“Well, missy, what if you aren’t as good as your mom? She sucked really nicely.”

“I will be. But you are going to declare me the winner. You do that and I’ll let you fuck me too. And maybe in the ass if I get horny enough.”

Vanity winked up at him, and blew a slow, moist breath on Pete’s nuts. “Deal?” she asked.

“What if I say no?” he asked.

Vanity leaned back and shrugged. “I get up, put my shirt on and leave, and you never get to face fuck this hot mouth of mine.”

Pete thought about it for a moment. “Okay, fine, you are the winner. Now start fucking sucking, you young little whore.” Vanity giggled and leaned forward, sticking her pierced tongue out of her ruby red lips, and running it all the way up Pete’s shaft, keeping her eyes upon his as she tilted her head a little and began slathering her tongue on his cockhead. Then, as Pete reached down with shaking old hands and put them on each side of her head, entangling her platinum blonde curls in his fingers, she opened her mouth, and went down on his cock, all the way, jamming its full 10 inches into her mouth and down her windpipe and throat. Pete pushed her head down to his crotch, feeling and hearing her retch a little, but she didn’t struggle, and he began reaming this slutty hairdresser’s throat with his granite rod.

“You fucker,” Vanity sputtered when he eased up, and she pulled back, the cock plopping out of her mouth, covered in red lipstick and spit.

Pete begrudgingly smiled, for the first time in a week. “You are actually a super cock sucker,” he told Vanity.

She smiled warmly up at him. “See?” she said. “You keep talking like that and I might come up here and empty your balls all the time. Depends on how good your cum tastes. Mom said it was nice, so we’ll see.”

Vanity stood up, looking down at the skinny old guy with the big prick. She shimmied off her panties, revealing a completely shaven slit between her long, skinny legs, and pale white tan lines around that pussy, compared to her darker legs. She turned her back on Pete, and shook her ass, and the reached behind with both hands, grabbed a butt cheek with each fist, and spread them out as far as she could stretch them, revealing a tight pink asshole and a juicy pussy, lips spread about an inch, and covered with her pre-cum.

“Just sit there, old man,” she said, looking back over her shoulder. She backed up two steps, standing now between his spread legs, and slowly lowered her ass down toward his cock. Without either of them touching his dick, Vanity siddled lower, looking down to adjust her descent to the target, still holding her ass cheeks apart. Her spread pussy lips landed right on top of Grumpy Pete’s turgid ten inches, and then Vanity just kept lowering herself. Pete’s thick rod slid right into her young tight pussy. Vanity stopped when she was on his lap, ten inches of thick old man muscle stretching her cunt like it had never been stretched before. Pete put her hands on her hips and grunted something unintelligible.

“Oh god, that’s a fucking big cock,” breathed Vanity, and then began lifting herself off of it, lowering herself, just slowly humping and grinding on it, her hands on Pete’s legs, her fingernails almost scratching his legs. “Let me just ride this for a minute, because its gonna make me cum.” Vanity was now rubbing at her clit with one hand, pushing back and forth on her erect little soldier, luxuriating in the tiny spasms of electric shock that her clit was sending into her nervous system. Then, suddenly, her senses were flooded with an orgasm such as she had never felt before, rocking through her entire body, causing her to shudder or shake, and as she writhed like a snake coming out of a basket, Pete grunted behind her, and his grip tightened, and suddenly he began shooting his thick full cup of semen into her stretched-tight pussy. This sudden influx of cum drove Vanity to another level of pleasure, and then suddenly, unexpectedly, her eyes rolled up into her head, and she blacked out. She would have fallen to the floor if Pete had not caught her as she slumped to the side, body limp. Pete groaned at the effort and hoped he wasn’t throwing out his back as he lowered Vanity to the floor, his cock popping out of her pussy. His cum began to drain out of her pussy as she lay back on the kitchen floor. Pete got up and slowly walked over to the kitchen sink, and poured a glass of water, brought it back, took a sip, and then splashed the rest of it on her face.

Vanity’s eyes opened, and she looked up.

“You passed out from cumming,” Pete said. “Its not the first time I’ve had that happen.”

Vanity leaned up on her elbow.

“I came in your pussy. I hope you are on the pill,” Pete said.

Still a little fuzzy, Vanity nodded. “Wow,” she finally managed. “I’ve never had one like that.”

“Oh, just thought of something. You need to taste my cum,” said Pete. He stepped closer, grabbed his softening member, still slick with streams of his copious load, and pushed the cock into Vanity’s opening mouth. She sucked and licked for a moment, and then smacked her lips, pulling back from his dick. She looked up at him, her lipstick smeared, her tits swollen, her breathing still heavy, and her pussy spread open with a river of juice flowing out on the kitchen tiles. “You taste good, old timer.” Vanity told him. “Now we need to get downstairs so you can tell Mom that I am better at sex than her.”

“Lemme throw my pants back on first,” said Pete. “I don’t want your mom trying to suck my dick to disprove you. I’m tired, and need a nap. And a beer”

Vanity giggled, and got to her feet, still a little dizzy. “I’m going to ride that cock a lot.”

“Maybe,” said Pete. “You’ll have to do some chores for me though. You know how to wash laundry properly?”

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