Chapter 9
"Sorry to break in on such a perfectly delightful little excursion," Mom's voice shocked us into a sense of present awareness that hadn't been there since we started smoking pot and fucking. We had lost ourselves in pulsating sexual expression, completely removed from the rest of the world. At first I thought maybe I was hearing things, but when I turned around and saw Mom standing there with her hands on her hips and her friend the tall Negro standing just behind her I knew it was anything but my imagination. Her head was tilted a little to the side and her eyes were slightly red, which meant that she had been doing some drinking.
"Hello, dear, how are you," Dad greeted her with a smile.
"You mean it's still dear?" she laughed sarcastically.
"Why not," he shrugged.
"If you say so." She turned and looked at her Negro friend. "It's still dear, after all these years. Isn't it wild the way people act after they've been married?"
"Tell me all about it," the Negro chuckled. "I've been married and divorced three times."
"That means you're two ahead of me," Dad told the Negro pleasantly. "After Dotty here and I broke up I just started shacking a little more. That and the one night stand scene. It didn't cost as much that way."
"Yeah, I dig, only I didn't learn that until I struck out three times. But you never struck out once. You had a great gal for awhile, then you started playing the field."
"She was playing it too," Dad said.
"You men are absolutely disgusting, both of you," Mom shook her head with disgust. "You'll pick a woman apart just like you would some skeleton, bone by bone."
"But you ain't no skeleton," the Negro smiled wryly. "You've got just the right amount of appetizing meat on those bones of yours, baby."
"That's a pretty good one," Dad clapped his hands and laughed robustly.
"You've really been having a blast in here," Mom said. "We caught the end of your last little go-round, and I can smell the pot. Yes, George, you're the same as always."
"So glad you noticed."
"Always screwing."
"Can you think of a better way of spending time?"
"I guess you couldn't."
"That's a good one," Dad nodded, "as if you've been living the life of a nun."
"Hey, hey now," the Negro said coolly. "Let's not go cutting each other up. Let's make love, not war. I'm a man of peace, and that's spelled both ways. Let's have p-e-a-c-e and p-i-e-c-e. That's the only way to fly."
"I like this guy," Dad nodded approvingly. "He's got a way with words."
"Oh sure," Mom said. "Lester's got the bullshit coming out of his ears. He's a card. I'll say one thing for you guys. You certainly found yourselves two absolutely beautiful dolls to go to bed with."
Smiles erupted on the faces of both Collette and Angel. Mom exchanged long stares with them.
"You could take the trouble to introduce us, George," Mom said with a tone of impatience.
"Oh, so sorry," Dad said apologetically, promptly introducing Angel and Collette to Mom.
"You know, George, if you've got anymore pot around, Dotty and I could sure use some," Lester said.
"Sure, I think it's high time we all had a round," Dad agreed.
"It'll be high time after a few drags," Lester said.
"Yeah, ours is starting to wear off. We can't have that," Dad said.
Indians smoke a pipe of peace. For us marijuana served the purpose as we sat around a semi-circle which had been enlarged this time around and smoked. Lester and Mom took off their clothes so that they would be in the current swing of things.
Mom continued eyeing Collette and Angel carefully. Up to then I had seen nothing to indicate that Mom had an eye for women. Perhaps she was just being friendly, and wasn't indicating an intention to screw with them, but it very much appeared that she was interested, very interested, in sexual contact.
As for Lester, his only problem was keeping that big black prick of his quiet long enough to finish his cigarette. He became so restless during several intervals that he reached down with his fingers and played with his dick.
By the time we finished our cigarettes we were all in the same kind of restless sexual mood that Lester was in. I savored sexual contact, and all it boiled down to was how and with whom.
Mom made the first move. She was sitting next to Angel, and began by running her fingers up and down Angel's thigh. At that point any mystery concerning her bisexuality was quickly squelched. Like Angel and Collette, she liked women as well as men, or at least along with men.
Angel was equally turned on by Mom, grabbing Mom's supple body and pressing it next to her own. It really turned me on to watch those beautiful boobs collide.
"Let's get in that bed and fuck, sweetheart," Mom said with determination, running her fingers gently over Angel's face.
"Looks like I've lost me a lover," Lester shook his head, "at least for the time being."
"Well you'll find yourself another one, big stud," Collette grinned, running her hand up his cock and feeling his nuts.
"Hello there," he laughed.
"Hello there, blackie pecker."
"Yeah, I'm proud of this big thing."
"You've got reason to be proud of it. I'll bet this big licorice stick would be delicious to suck on."
"The chicks who've sucked it ain't done no complaining."
"I'll bet they haven't. Ah, I love the feel of it, so nice and firm, but the skin so smooth. Mmmmmm, I'll bet it'll be yummy to munch on."
"Even better'n Rice Krispies, only it don't snap, crackle, and pop," he smiled.
"Hey, that's pretty good," she threw her head back and laughed.
They didn't even bother jumping in bed together. They were just as happy to engage in sex sprawled out on the floor. Lester was perched on his ass with his legs spread widely, giving Collette all the operating room that she could ever hope for. She lowered her head and went to work on his swollen tool with her long red tongue. I watched her suck him for awhile, then shifted my attention to the bed, where Mom and Angel were Frenching like eternal lovers.
"So Mom swings," I shook my head, looking at Larry.
"You'd be surprised at what your mother will do," Dad, overhearing the comment, chimed in. "Hell, I saw her take on three dogs one night. You've got a pretty sexy mother and a pretty sexy father."
I wouldn't argue either point, but I was feeling frustrated sitting on the floor with nobody to fuck. Mother and Angel were worlds removed from us, while Collette, at least for the time being, was totally enchanted with Lester's long dick.
The three of us sat there jerking on our nervous rods while we watched the fucking going on. Mom and Angel quickly switched the action from Frenching to sixty-nining. Mom eagerly plowed atop Angel, burying her head between Angel's legs and letting her cunt and ass rest just above Angel's fiery red tongue, which was eager to go to work on Mom.
Mom got the action rolling by letting her tongue slide around inside Angel's ass, causing Angel to mutter and tremble with exhilaration. She then quickly returned the action, letting her tongue travel sweepingly over Mom's hot ass. I got so horney I almost had to shoot watching those aroused asses sway back and forth under the impetus of the spirited ass sucking. Their hot bodies were glistening from sweat as the tongues went fervently to work. After they satisfied a portion of their passions sucking each other's asshole they switched their activities to cunt sucking, splashing hot saliva against wet red vaginal walls, once more causing me to step up the pace of my meat beating.
"Oh, you're sucking me out of my gourd, baby," Lester's loud assertion caused me to shift my attention rapidly to the cock suck that Collette was diligently providing him.
Lester's tool was even huger now than before as her fingers continued tickling his balls and running her hot mouth up and down his prick. She was like a whirling dervish, hair flopping in every direction, as she attacked his elongated spear.
I looked over at Dad and observed him sitting hypnotized by the cocksucking act that was going on. His fingers moved actively up and down his prick as he watched Collette allow Lester to engulf every inch of his immense tool in her mouth.
"Finish me, finish me off," Lester shouted. "Ah, baby, I can't much more of this sucking. You're just too groovy. That's it, move that tongue around real nice. Don't slow down, keep up the pace, sweetheart, keep it up till I cream your mouth. Suck me, suck it till I fuck you in the mouth, yeah, I'm gonna fuck you in the mouth, baby, fuck you good, shoot my hot load in you. Yeah, keep it up, I want to fuck you in the mouth and you want me to fuck you, suck it, suck me, that's it, oooohhhh, you're great. That's it, I'm going now, sweetheart, catch it, catch every drop, aaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh."
Lester unleashed a veritable flood in her mouth, the hot white semen soaring profusely into her, spilling uncontrollably every which direction. Collette was doing her best to catch it all, but it was too voluminous. Some of the white cum spilled out the sides of her mouth, while some, which she had managed to catch, was coughed up due to her inadvertent sputtering. But she stuck with it and managed to catch most of his immense juice supply.
"What a storage tank you've got down there between your legs," she said in awe.
"Sorry if I kinda startled you."
"No need to apologize. I just wish I could have caught every drop."
Over on the bed Angel and Mom, no doubt spurred on by the sexy noises that Lester had been making prior to exploding, were twisting and turning their sweaty, shapely forms as they moved onward toward orgasm.
Mom sent a hot finger blazing up Angel's asshole. Her body, jarred slightly, jumped a little, moving slightly upward from the bed. She quickly countered by shoving a finger up Mom's asshole. Mom's reaction was identical to Angel's.
While Lester and Collette were embracing, Dad jumped up from the floor, walking quickly out of the room, his cock long and hard. He came back a few seconds later holding a jar of Vaseline.
"You've got a hard one, George," Lester grinned.
At that point Mom, who was resting with her eyes closed, opened her eyes and took a look at what was about to transpire on the floor.
"You goddamned queer," she thundered at Dad.
"Ah, kiss off," he said nonchalantly, continuing to lubricate Lester's dong. He finished, shutting the lid on the jar and setting it down a few feet away.
"I like that," Mom barked. "Stealing my lover."
"If you wanna put it that way, you stole one of mine."
"If he's in the mood to fuck ass then one of you guys come over here and ram a pecker in me," Mom cried urgently.
"I'm game," I said, jumping to my feet. My cock was bubbling with enthusiasm. It had been lying dormant too long watching other people fuck, and was eager to spring into action.
"How about making the sodomy scene with me, Larry?" Angel suggested. "Here I come," Larry shot back enthusiastically.
"That's what I'm looking for," Angel said, "your cum."
Before I stuck my penis into Mom's ass I watched Dad mount Lester fervently and ram his prick high into Lester's ass.
"Ah, you're a good screw, George," Lester nodded.
Larry and I divided the bed in half, then set our sights on our lovely partners. I stuffed my cock into Mom's buns and Larry went to work rapidly on Angel.
For the next several minutes all that could be heard in the room were the grunts of the ass fuckers and those whose asses were getting fucked. Back and forth the hot pricks ground out steady beats. The three of us had one thing in common-we were all horney and all smacking determined to get our guns off in our partners' asses.
Dad shot first, creaming inside Lester, while Larry and I exploded just a few seconds apart. Then everything was quiet.