Entropy 2
Kevin grabbed Mrs. Diane’s hair and started pulling so her mouth would come off his cock, but Mrs. Diane pulled back to shove it in again. She didn’t care about the pain of losing hair, she didn’t care that Kevin begged her to pull away. She insisted on staying glued to his cock.
Kevin could hear the car doors closing. Suddenly something clicked inside Kevin’s brain. He ed the other word he’d chosen during the magic act.
—Order—he shouted, and Mrs. Diane stopped gripping his cock so tightly.
—Order—she slowed down the rhythm, some of the semen falling to the floor.
—Order, order, order, order, order, order—Kevin began to repeat. Mrs. Diane’s eyes went wide and then she reacted, looking up at Kevin’s face, then she heard her husband’s and son’s voices, and then she saw herself on the floor next to a young man’s cock who could be her son.
She ran to her room without saying a word.
Kevin grabbed one of the dirty tablecloths, quickly cleaned up the remains of semen and Mrs. Diane’s discharge that had pooled on the floor, and threw it outside. Just in time for Mr. Robb and Phil not to see anything when they opened the door.
—Dude—Phil shouted—. I thought you’d left hours ago... sorry I didn’t pick up, I was at the movies with Julie, if you know what I mean—he said with a wink.
Kevin just nodded. His heart was pounding so hard he thought he’d have a heart attack.
—Hey Kevs, have you seen my wife?—Mr. Robb asked him. He’d always been very kind to him.
—I-I...—Kevin stammered.
—Dude, what’s that smell?—Phil said, bringing his nose close to where his mother had expelled all the moisture from her vagina and where the semen had fallen after Diane had pulled away from his cock.
—The magician’s rabbit... came in and peed—Kevin said, looking at the floor.
—A rabbit? I hate those stupid parties.
—Yeah...—Kevin whispered.
—Kevs, my wife?—Mr. Robb asked again.
—I’m here—Mrs. Diane answered, in a bathrobe, with a toothbrush in her mouth.
—Honey, what are you doing? I thought we were going out to dinner—Mr. Robb told his wife.
—I’m not hungry, you two go... and take Kevin with you—Diane said without daring to look at him.
—You sure?—her husband asked.
—Very sure—Diane said.
—Are you sure you don’t want to stay over?—Phil asked Kevin for the tenth time.
—No, I’m tired... maybe I’m getting sick.
—Maybe it was something you ate, I noticed Diane seemed tired too—Mr. Robb chimed in.
—Must be that...—Kevin whispered, before getting out of the car.
When the car drove away, Kevin noticed his legs were shaking. He went into his room and threw himself onto his bed. He expected the police to come for him soon. He could imagine Mrs. Diane telling the authorities what happened, maybe he’d even share a cell with that damn magician. He didn’t even bother to take off his clothes or get under the sheets, instead he slept like that, to save time getting dressed later. The police probably wouldn’t give him that time.
The next morning his mother woke him with the news that there were pancakes for breakfast. He washed his face and thought maybe it had all been a fever dream.
That didn’t last long.
—Kevin—his mother said—Diane called early and asked me to tell you to go to her house after breakfast to help her set up her computer.
Kevin nearly choked.
—I’ve never understood why Phil never helps her.
Kevin ate his last pancake and ran out the door toward Diane’s house. Not because he’d suddenly become brave and was ready to accept his punishment. It was more that maybe if he turned himself in fast, he’d get a shorter sentence.
When he was about to ring the doorbell, Mrs. Diane honked her truck’s horn and motioned for him to get in.
—Good morning...—Kevin whispered.
Mrs. Diane didn’t answer, just pulled away. Neither of them spoke. Kevin started to think maybe she was taking him to the police station. But Diane didn’t take the route that led there; instead she stopped in the parking lot of a mall that had been abandoned for a decade.
—Kevs—Mrs. Diane said, looking straight ahead—I don’t have words to apologize—she said, tears streaming down her face. Kevin had never seen her like this—. I couldn’t control myself, I felt so... needy. It was a terrible mistake.
Kevin then ed the magician had ordered Diane not to consciously recognize the trigger. So, from her point of view, she’d simply gotten horny out of nowhere.
—What the hell am I going to tell Robb...? Phil?—she said, sobbing even harder.
—I-I... I’ll never tell—Kevin blurted out—. I swear.
Diane kept crying. Then Kevin put his hand on her shoulder. Diane threw herself at him, hugging him, crying. Her huge tits made the hug a little funny, but Kevin didn’t pull away, he just said: “Everything will be okay.”
Two months had ed since Diane and Kevin hugged in the abandoned mall. There was an implicit agreement between them not to talk about what happened that night after the children’s party.
—Are you okay, Kevin?—Sabrina asked him, Diane’s niece.
They were sitting in the movie theater. It was their fifth date.
—I think I’m just a little sleepy—Kevin answered, smiling at her. Sabrina was beautiful, though not as beautiful as Mrs. Diane, but who could be.
—Maybe I can help you wake up—Sabrina said, touching his crotch.
—Maybe—Kevin answered, moving closer.
Sabrina started stroking his crotch as soon as the screen lit up and the theater went dark. Kevin wasn’t fully hard. It wasn’t Sabrina’s fault, it was just that Kevin felt his first sexual experience had been the equivalent of Mount Everest, and no matter how beautiful other mountains in the world might be, none compared to Everest.
When they left the theater, Sabrina rushed home. She’d promised her parents she’d watch her little siblings, but before leaving she promised Kevin that next time they saw each other, there’d be more than just rubbing over clothes.
He smiled as best he could and then each went their separate way.
He got into his car and started the engine. It didn’t start. He sat there staring at the steering wheel, his fingers gripping the synthetic leather, feeling his palms get sweaty. He could go home. He could lie down, pretend everything was fine, think about his wonderful new girlfriend, try to sleep. But he knew he wouldn’t.
He knew exactly what he wanted to do.
He drove. Past the grocery store where his mother bought bread. The church where his grandmother went. The school where everyone knew him as “Phil’s friend.” Everything looked the same, but he didn’t. Kevin felt his body moving on its own, like someone else was driving. Or maybe for the first time he was the one behind the wheel.
He pressed the accelerator.
He stopped on an empty street. Pulled out his phone. His fingers trembled as he dialed.
—Hey man, how about a game of Smash?—he said when Phil picked up. His voice sounded too normal. Too calm.
—Sure, but I’ll be a little late. You can go ahead and load my console while you wait.
—Is your dad home?
—No, he’s working late. But my mom’s there.
Kevin closed his eyes for a second. He almost thanked God for that opportunity.
—Cool, I’ll see you there—he said, and hung up.
He didn’t breathe. He didn’t wait. He pulled away and felt every traffic light turn green. The universe was conspiring in his favor.
When Mrs. Diane opened the door, she tensed up for a moment. Not because she hated or feared him, but because he was a reminder of her betrayal.
—Phil said I could wait for him here until he gets back...
—Of course Kevs, you’re more than welcome—Diane said—. Want some coffee?—she asked.
—I’d love some... entropy—he said, closing the door.
Diane buckled at the knees and, though she said nothing, she started moving faster toward the kitchen.
—So how are you and Sabrina doing?—Diane asked from the kitchen, her voice shaky.
—Good... but I’m not sure she’s my type... entropy—Kevin shouted.
Diane dropped the sugar bowl.
—What do you mean?—she asked, trying to pick it up.
—I think I like them older... entropy.
Diane fell to the floor.
—Kevs...
—Entropy, entropy, entropy, entropy, entropy...
Diane started writhing and moaning on the floor.
Kevin lay down next to her and they started kissing frantically. Diane started unbuttoning his pants. Kevin started touching her vagina through the fabric of the leggings she was wearing. An hour earlier Diane had been working out.
—Entropy, entropy.
Diane tore the fabric of her crotch with all her strength.
—Stick it in me—she begged desperately.
When Kevin did, he felt his cock being sucked in. Diane was more than wet.
—Entropy.
Diane ripped off her blouse. Her tits flew out, glistening from Diane’s constant sweat. They were so big Kevin imagined he could use them as a sponge and drink water from them from now on. Of course, he didn’t need water to suck them. The sweat was delicious.
It wasn’t long before Kevin came, of course inside Mrs. Diane. She wouldn’t accept it any other way. And of course, even after that, she refused to let Kevin pull out his cock, even when it was already flaccid.
Still, this time Kevin did manage to separate himself enough. But he didn’t want Mrs. Diane to think he was an inconsiderate man, so he let her suck him now.
—Entropy.
Mrs. Diane didn’t hesitate for a second. She lowered her head and took his cock in her mouth before Kevin had even finished saying the word.
Kevin looked down at her. Watched her move. She was fast, hungry. Her cheeks hollowed and swelled. It wasn’t like the first time. Now he decided.
—Like that—he said, placing a hand on her nape—. Slower.
Diane obeyed. The speed decreased.
—Now faster.
Diane sped up. Every time he said something, she did it. No questions. No doubts. Anything but letting go, of course.
The hand he had on Diane’s nape slid down, along her back, the bone of her spine, the curve of her hip. Then it reached her ass. He pressed his palm flat. Felt the firmness, the heat of her sweaty skin.
—Entropy—he said, and spanked her.
Diane moaned at the word for a moment and kept sucking.
Kevin looked at her, surprised. He’d done it hard. It must have hurt. But there was no change in rhythm, no whimper, no blink.
—Didn’t that hurt?—he asked, almost without meaning to.
Diane didn’t answer. She couldn’t. Her mouth was full.
Kevin spanked her again. Harder. Diane’s skin reddened under his hand. She kept sucking.
—Entropy—he whispered, and gave her another. And another. And another.
Each hit was harder than the last. The sound of the slap against sweat-soaked skin was dry, almost violent. But Diane didn’t stop. Didn’t complain. Didn’t ask him to stop.
Kevin felt his cock harden again between her lips.
—Entropy—he said, this time his voice rougher—. Don’t stop.
Diane didn’t stop.
Kevin kept spanking her, one after another, without her seeming to notice, until he felt himself getting close again. He wasn’t sure if she couldn’t feel it anymore or if she just didn’t care. Either way, she kept sucking. Kept obeying. Kept being his.
—Entropy—Kevin moaned, now almost breathless—. Swallow it all.
When he came, Diane swallowed without pulling away. She swallowed and kept sucking, as if she’d been trained for it her whole life.