Chapter 3
Cindy apparently had a lot of energy, judging by how long she entertained the horny cats with her dancing.
It seemed like she had been at it for a long spell, even though I completely lost track of time in my sexy thoughts dreaming of her in bed with me, along with my drinking.
"She goes off shift in a few minutes," Lou leaned over and told me confidentially as he filled my glass up once more.
"No kidding?"
"Yeah, she's gonna come over here to talk to me. I'll introduce her to you. Like I said, as an old pal I'll do that much for you. But I can't promise you a thing beyond that. Like I told you, she's kind of a funny gal."
"I've gotcha," I nodded. "Thanks for trying."
"Any old time, pal."
The place was still almost packed, even though some of the guys had gone. Then too, many of those that had departed had been replaced with new faces. I changed places at the bar, stationing myself in a corner where there weren't many people. Even thought I was drunk at the time I recognized the importance of not talking to her in front of a lot of horny guys. After all, every guy in that room had fucked her mentally while she was on that stage, and every one of them would give anything to fuck her physically.
The music stopped playing suddenly and she slipped her robe back on. Slowly she descended the steps, giving the first indication that she might be a little tired from all the activity.
She received a lot of whistles along with admiring glances as she walked toward the end of the bar where I was sitting. Lou was cleaning some glasses right in front of me.
For a few brief minutes she discussed some business matters with Lou. I went right on downing my beer zealously while they talked. Then, the business discussion concluded, Lou introduced Cindy to me.
"Cindy, I want you to meet a friend of mine, Harry Bennett. He just got back from Vietnam."
"No kidding?" she looked at me with surprise. "How're things over there? As screwed up as I hear they are?"
"More so. So screwed up you wouldn't believe it, but let's not talk about that. Let's talk about you."
"What's there to talk about?"
"Plenty. As a starter, let me buy you a beer."
"No thanks."
"Why not?"
"I don't drink the stuff. Besides, it looks like you're drinking enough for both of us."
"I guess I am," I laughed. "Anyway, you're about the sexiest dancer I've ever seen. The grooviest looking, too."
"I do a day's work and get fairly well paid for it. There's not much of anything else to say, except that I've always got a breed of hungry looking guys staring at me."
"Who can blame them. You're quite an eyeful, if you don't mind my saying so."
"I'll let you say that much, but please don't go any further. This kind of talk bores me."
"You're the boss," I shrugged.
"What kind of thrill do you get getting smashed like this?"
"No thrill. It's just something I do."
"Why?"
by then I was so drunk that I revealed something to her I wouldn't have under any other set of conditions.
"You know, I just got back from Vietnam yesterday. Things started out just great. I balled this beautiful married chick who was in town to meet her husband."
"You proud of doing something like that?" she looked at me closely, her eyes narrowing with disgust.
"No, no more or no less than I'd feel proud for getting off my rocks in anybody else. I mean, I don't do it for pride. I just do it because I'm hot and wanna do something about it."
"At least you're honest about it. Well, go on with your story."
"Anyway," I paused briefly to put my jumbled thoughts back into context, "after I got through giving this broad a great time in her hotel room I shoved off for home. When I met my mother I just couldn't believe it how she changed. Before she was kinda like a wallflower. Now she was a roaring sexpot."
"Is that supposed to be bad?"
"Well, she had designs on my bod. I'm not kidding you one bit. She wanted to fuck me."
"And you let her?"
"Yeah, I let her. I don't know if I did the right thing. I really don't know."
"How about your father?"
"He's dead."
"Oh, sorry, Well, maybe your mother's just kind of ... well, lonely and confused."
"It's more than that I think. Anyway, all she seems to want to do is screw. Can you believe that?"
"Baby, when you've seen all I've seen you can believe anything. I'm twenty-three and I've been married twice. Can you believe that?"
"Nah, 'cause I can't figure those two guys as being that stupid to lose a good thing like you."
"Let's just say we kinda lost each other." She rose slowly from the stool. "Well, nice meeting you, Harry. I've gotta split."
"Look, how'd you like to have a drink somewhere. I mean, if you're not doing anything."
"Tell you what. You can buy me a cup of coffee if you'd like."
"Great. I'll be waiting for you while you change."
"No, I've got a better idea. Meet me at the little restaurant next to the drugstore on the corner. That's a lot better. If these guys see me leaving with you they'll be hopping mad at both of us."
"Okay. Whatever you say."
"See you there in about fifteen minutes."
I watched her ass swagger off toward the dressing room near the back of the bar. Every eye in the joint was trained on her. I felt like the luckiest guy alive. They could look at her all they wanted but I was the guy who was gonna fuck her.
I finished my beer in a hurry, thanked Lou for being a nice guy, and left, heading for the little restaurant where she had suggested that we meet. I was half way through my second cup of coffee and almost convinced I was being stood up when in she pranced, wearing a white blouse and black slacks. My eyes were fastened on those beautiful tits sticking through. I noticed the short order cook gaping at her, for which I could hardly blame him.
We had two cups of coffee together and talked. She wanted to find out about both me and my mother. She even wanted to know where I lived.
"Northridge. Out in the San Fernando Valley," I told her.
"Yes, that's a pretty section," she exclaimed. "I lived out in the Valley not far from there with my first husband."
"Where'd you live?"
"Encino."
"Oh yeah, I know where that is. Well, how'd you like to take a ride out to my place with me right now."
"Well, I really should be getting home," she said hesitantly.
"Nah, you come over to my place with me. We've even got a big swimming pool in the backyard that you're welcome to use if you'd like."
"I'd have to pass on that for now," she laughed, "but I will take a spin out there with you."
"Great. Then that's settled."
Cindy didn't seem to want to talk much on the ride out to the Valley. It was late afternoon of a warm spring day as I pulled into the circular driveway. I noticed that Mom's car was there, which disappointed the hell out of me. I figured she'd still be at work. I wanted the place to myself so I could ball beautiful Cindy to my heart's content.
We walked in the place and I showed her around. No sooner had I finished than in pranced Mom, drying herself off briskly with a towel. She never looked better, her skin glowing and coppery. She was wearing a bright gold bikini that showed off her beautiful figure to perfect advantage. The thing that startled me, though, was not so much that Mom was looking fetching after getting out of the pool, but the way that Mom and Cindy looked at each other. They exchanged the friendliest smiles you ever saw.
"Who is our lovely guest, Harry?" Mom asked, beaming radiantly as her eyes remained fixed on Cindy's.
"Cindy, this is my mother," I said.
"My but you have a lovely mother," Cindy quickly exclaimed. "As a matter-of-fact, if you hadn't told me she was your mother I'd swear she was your sister."
"Why thank you, my dear," Mom beamed.
What Cindy had said was true. Mom did look more like my sister than anything else, and with me as far gone as I was on beer at the moment perhaps my younger sister at that.
They hit it off beautifully right from the beginning. Before I knew it I was feeling uncomfortable and very much left out of things. Mother fixed us tea and cake, keeping her eyes focused on Cindy all the while. She was stealing glances in particular at her tits.
"My, what lovely breasts you have, my dear," she said at one point.
"Thank you. I like yours, too."
by then I could no longer tell myself that what I had expected was merely my imagination playing tricks. No, it was all too obvious that they were very much turned on to each other. It was just a question of how far they'd go and when.
After finishing the cake and tea Mother placed her hand affectionately over Cindy's and said:
"Why don't we talk in the bedroom, my sweet. It would be much cozier in there."
"Yes, much cozier," Cindy quickly agreed.
As they walked toward the bedroom with me bringing up the back of the pack as what I was considering myself as an unwanted third party, Cindy had a bright smile on her face for the first time. It pissed me off to see her all aglow looking at Mom when she wouldn't come even close to cracking a smile for me, as hot for her as I was. Even then my old cock was just aflame with adventure, burning to jump into bed with her and screw her like crazy.
Mom immediately went to work stripping Cindy, while Cindy had little problem at all pulling off Mom's bikini.
"Oh, your body's just beautiful," Cindy exclaimed.
"I guess we both like what we see," Mom smiled, letting her lips converge against Cindy's.
Before I knew it they were both stripped and looking beautiful as hell. They were about the same height, with Cindy maybe slightly taller. Cindy had bigger tits than Mom, but not by much, and Mom's legs were just about as trim and sleek as Cindy's.
The light shone in through the slats of the Venetian blinds in a certain way to make their beautiful bodies glisten all the more. They kissed each other hungrily, like they hadn't had a chance to express affection for anybody for years.
They hungered for each other as their hands roamed all over each other's body. Mom let her fingers roam over Cindy's curvaceous ass, while Cindy applied her fingers diligently to Mom's tits.
Mixed emotions ran through me at that moment. I couldn't help but get turned on watching two beautiful women make it with each other, but I couldn't help getting mad, either, since I wasn't a part of it, except as a spectator.
My hopes couldn't have been higher as I drove Cindy home with me, determined to screw the hell out of her. Then what happens? Mom shows up on the scene and screws up the whole works, taking Cindy away from me within minutes from the time she meets her.
They rolled around on the bed, their fingers anxiously feeling each other. Mom finally wound up on top, nibbling and sucking on the end of Cindy's luscious breast nipples.
"Suck me, baby, go down on me," Cindy begged hungrily.
"I'm with you, doll," Mom nodded eagerly.
Mom let her tongue travel downward gradually as she neared Cindy's bushy box. She left a trail of saliva on Cindy's stomach, then finally buried her head between Cindy's legs and went to work.
Mom shot a finger up inside Cindy's asshole while her tongue explored her love mound. Back and forth it shot passionately, covering every crevice of her box.
"What a suck you are," Cindy gasped. "Oh, can you suck. Hang in there, get my juice."
Cindy ran her fingers through Mom's hair while Mom's head continued flouncing up and down as her tongue applied itself. She whip-lashed it over Cindy's moist box. It had a profound effect as Cindy's ass twisted and turned with every movement.
"I love you, I love you," Cindy gasped.
The affectionate words caused Mom to move her finger with greater enthusiasm inside Cindy's ass and suck her box with that much more vigor. I could tell from the contortions Cindy was going through that she'd soon be shooting. '
"Oh, oh, I'm almost there," Cindy gasped. "Suck it out of me. Get all my juices."
Several flips of the tongue later the hot juice spurted out of Cindy's box and into Mom's mouth.
"A delightful fuck," Mom exclaimed.
"Like I said, I love you."
They kissed passionately.
"I guess I just don't count at all," I finally let my sour grapes come to the surface.
"Don't feel that way, Harry," Mom said soothingly.
"Why don't you go off in the corner and jack off," Cindy said coldly.
"Now, now, don't talk that way to my boy, dear," Mom reprimanded Cindy soothingly. "There should be enough here for everybody, Son."
"I don't-wanna fuck with him," Cindy said steadfastly.
"What's the matter, bitch?" I exploded. "You too much of a dyke?"
"Now look. That's enough from both of you," Mom played the role of the elder stateswoman. "Just be patient, Harry. Let Cindy and I have a little fun, then you can join in. As a matter-of-fact, I've got just the game in mind."
"I think I've got something to say about this," Cindy stormed. "I don't like the idea of screwing with him."
"Let's just hold off on the arguing for now and finish our fuck," Mom suggested. "We can discuss everything else later."
Mom gave Cindy an affectionate look, pulled her body to her, then let her fingers travel down to Cindy's snatch. As she put her fingers to work on Cindy's love tunnel the younger girl reciprocated, letting herself go as she fingered Mom's snatch.
"That's it, dear, let things build," Mom encouraged.
Once they worked their way to a state of bristling excitement Cindy maneuvered her body atop Mom's.
"Now I've got a good game," Cindy said confidently.
"Mind telling me what it is?" Mom asked.
"No, I'd rather show you," Cindy grinned.
Cindy proceeded to show her, positioning her cunt right on top of Mom's. When she was sure it was right where she wanted it she marched ahead, wiggling her body as she flipped her snatch over Mom's.
"Oh, I love that friction," Mom said enthusiastically.
"You haven't seen anything, baby."
Cindy pressed her lips resoundingly against Mom's as she flipped her body into high gear, rolling forward speedily. Their cunts glided smoothly yet rapidly over each other.
"I can't take this for long," Mom gasped. "I'm gonna explode quick."
"Be my guest, honey. I'm gonna do the same thing."
The faster they slid their bodies around the hotter I became. I found myself reaching inside my pants and pulling out my prick, which I began massaging.
They kept up their cunt friction until they both exploded together. It was a beautiful sight to see the cunt juice shoot out of them at the same time. I took my hand immediately away from my cock, not wanting to waste an explosion that way. I had a hunch I'd be fucking with Mom soon, even if Cindy wouldn't cooperate.
"You look hard, honey," Mom looked at me and smiled.
"Yeah, you could say that."
"Then I suggest we do something about that. Get out of those clothes and come on over here."
That was the signal I had been waiting for. I jumped out of my trousers and shorts, pulled my shirt over my head, and was ready for business. I stroked my cock invitingly and walked over to the bed. Cindy pulled her body back, letting me know she wanted no part of me.
"Come over here and throat-fuck me, doll," Mom beckoned me.
"You're kidding. That's what you want?"
"That's what I asked for."
Mother had shocked me the day before by asking me to ram my stiff dick up her ass. Now she wanted me to ram my cock down her throat. It was something I had never done, although I recalled seeing it done once: It was at a wild drunken party I attended in college. Some big Negro stud who was a linebacker on the USC football team slammed his huge peter down a coed's throat. I thought he was gonna choke her to death, especially when the thick load of cum exploded in her mouth. It was an unforgettable experience and now Mom was asking me to do the same thing to her.
I got up on top of her as she sprawled out on her back, letting my cock stand tall just above her mouth. Gripping it firmly with my fingers, I let it slide inside her mouth, gradually lowering it until it was all inside her.
Back and forth I rocked, letting the cock slide around in her mouth. Out of the corner of my eye I could see Cindy watching everything that was going on with interest.
Her hips began to jerk and her eyes narrowed into a sense of urgency as my cock rocked rhythmically back and forth. The first few strokes had been basically cautious ones in that I was fearful of hurting my mother. But when I saw how much she enjoyed what I was doing things took on a completely different slant.
My thick cock was swollen like iron as it pierced the insides of her mouth with staccato strokes. The longer I continued thrusting my cock inside her the more brutally unrestrained my overall attitude became. A stimulating sensation rippled through my entire body as my prick felt electrically alive ramming repeatedly against her tongue.
A familiar tingly feeling engulfed me from the tip of my tongue all the way to my balls as I got set to unleash a violent stream of hot liquid. I gripped her ass tightly and bellowed:
"This is it, doll. I'm almost there."
Several thrusts later I let out a wild sigh. With it came an avalanche of hot juice which Mom desperately tried to swallow in totality. It came so hard and fast, however, that she couldn't swallow it all.
Droplets of hot white cum rolled down both sides of her mouth and she began to choke slightly from the violent impact. She was, however, able to swallow most of my load.
"Didn't that look like fun?" Mom looked over at Cindy and smiled.
"I guess," Cindy said unenthusiastically. .
"Would you like to get Cindy into the act with us?" Mom asked me.
"Only if she wants to be a part of it. I'm not about to treat her cunt like it's framed with gold."
"You're a real wiseass, aren't you?" Cindy snapped bitterly.
"You two shut up," Mom laughed. "You sound like you're married."
Mom got up from the bed and strolled toward the door. She stopped, turned around, and said:
"I'll be back in a second with a big surprise."
As she left the room and I began wondering what she had in store for us next I looked over at Cindy. She was staring into space, her eyes never making contact with mine.
"Tell me something, Cindy," I began.
"What do you want me to tell you?"
"Just one thing. If you thought I was nothing more than poison then why did you come over here with me in the first place?"
"You really wanna know?"
"I wouldn't have asked if I didn't."
"I thought your mother sounded very interesting, and for that reason I'm glad I came."
So that was it, I thought angrily. I built my mother into so intriguing a personality that the highly pronounced lesbian side of Cindy was instantly turned on. I wondered whether the two marriages she told me about actually happened.
As far as I could tell she was a dyke from the word go and that's all she ever would be, even if she was beautiful and well stacked.
Mother returned to the room wearing a dildo, which was strapped securely around her waist. It looked weird seeing that plastic cock pointed out in front of her.
"Are you ever gonna get fucked?" she smiled at Cindy.
"I was hoping that was what you had in mind," Cindy smiled back.
Cindy rolled over on her back and spread her legs widely, eagerly anticipating Mom's initial penetration. Mom, a big grin covering her face, pushed forward, letting the plastic dick enter Cindy's cunt.
"You're tight, baby, real tight," Mom said, letting her fingertips fondle Cindy's breasts while her ass rocked back and forth.
She continued fervently stabbing Cindy's hot box while her fingers switched their flight path to Cindy's ass, which she pinched, then fondled alternately.
"Drive it in me, fuck me," Cindy implored.
"Oh, what a fuck you are. I love it, I love you. Ah, what tits, what ass, what a cunt."
Mother continued eagerly stabbing in and out of Cindy's box for the next few minutes. Finally she stopped, upon which she leaned forward and let her tongue slide around inside the other girl's mouth while her hands were freely roaming over her breasts.
"You like the way my cock fucks you?" Mom whispered.
"Love it."
"Then we're gonna have to do this more often."
"That I'm all for, honey," Cindy said.
"I guess I'll cut out and leave you two lovebirds alone," I got up from the chair I was sitting on.
"Please do," Cindy said.
"No, don't go, Harry," Mother said. "I've got something exciting planned for you."
"You do?"
"Yes I do. How'd you like to play sandwich with us?"
"How'd I what?"
"Oh, let him go," Cindy said disgustedly.
"Now quiet down, Cindy," Mother said soothingly. "Come on over here and I'll be glad to show you what I mean."
I walked over to the bed and stood in front of it.
"Now sprawl over on your side, honey," Mom instructed Cindy.
They both rec-lined on their sides, right next to each other, with just a tiny space separating them. Their cunts faced each other. I had to admit that they made an enormously appetizing sight.
"Now I'm sure you can put your imagination to work and figure out how this game's played if it's called sandwich," Mom looked at me and grinned broadly.
"I get the pitch," I nodded. "You're talking about the human sandwich, and that would be you and Cindy."
"Now you've got the idea," she laughed.
It's great to have a lovely snatch to eat, but even better when you've got two you can nibble on alternately. I thrust my head in between the opening and began nibbling and sucking on Mother's box, figuring that after I got warmed up with her familiar cunt I could switch on over to Cindy, hoping that her coldness would vanish.
I licked and nibbled for a few minutes, when Mom shot. It never did take her long. Then I figured the time was ripe to try on Cindy for size. I let my tongue flip up and down over her snatch as she just lay there on her side, accepting every movement.
She was a beautiful broad by any stretch of the imagination, and I began enjoying the tongue contact so much that I forgot about how big a bitch she had been.
Maybe she had been opposed about having any sex with me before, but it was apparent from the carefree way that her hips and ass were swaying that she liked what I was doing.
"That's it, suck it all out of her, baby," Mom called over to me encouragingly. "Lick her box dry."
Determinedly I continued plunging, letting my hot fingers grip her legs tightly as I slurped wildly. She began sighing erotically as I plunged my tongue as fast as I could.
"Oh, I'm gonna shoot," she exclaimed.
One more burst of energy from my tongue and she did just that, giving me the bust in the mouth I had been after. It gave me a feeling of relief to know I had finally had some sex contact with her, after such terrible problems. Maybe the relationship had thawed.
"Thanks, honey," I threw my arm affectionately around Cindy's shoulders.
"Cut it out," she slipped quickly away.
"What's the matter?"
"Just because you ate my box and I didn't scream doesn't mean that you own me."
"I never did think I owned you. I just wanted to show a little affection, that's all."
"Well, shot it elsewhere."
"Shut up, you two," Mom laughed. "You really do sound like you're married. I'll swear."
I had thought that I was out of the woods with Cindy but as it appeared that was anything but the case. She had tolerated my sucking her, mainly because Mom had wanted her to and also because I was pretty good at it. Now she was acting like she had serious misgivings about the whole thing.
"I guess I'd better be going," Cindy jumped out of bed quickly.
"Wait a minute now," Mom said. "No need to rush."
"No, I've got an engagement over on the other side of town."
"What're you gonna do for a car?" I couldn't help chiding. She had forgotten that I had driven her into the Valley and that her car was in the parking lot behind the bar.
"Oh, that's right," she gritted her teeth disgustedly. "I forgot that I had a ride over here."
"Since I drove you over I'd be willing to drive you back, provided you can stand me for that long," I said, milking my opportunity for all that it was worth.
"Maybe you can drive me," she looked at Mom with a smile that I knew would melt her heart, along with her snatch as well. "That is, if it's not too much trouble."
"No trouble at all, my dear. I'll be dressed in a jiffy."
The lovers conversed in friendly terms as they got into their clothes. Meanwhile I just sat on the end of the bed listening to them.
"I'll be back as soon as I drop Cindy off, dear," Mom smiled at me as she got ready to leave.
"Right. Goodbye, Cindy," I said'.
"Goodbye," Cindy said coldly. As far as I was concerned it would have been better for her to say nothing at all.
After they left I got up slowly from the bed and put on my clothes. I flipped on the stereo, playing some soft blues numbers as I made myself a drink. The dilemma with Mother was ever complicating. I bring home a broad thinking that Mom is at work. To my surprise she's taking a swim in the pool, and to my chagrin she and the broad hit it off so well that I feel like Mr. Left Out.
On top of having the hots for me, Mom also digs women in a big way, judging by the fact that she kept a dildo around the place. I didn't know where all this wild mystery was gonna end but I was stoutly determined to solve it.
Then again, even if I solved nothing, I was assured of a lot of beautiful fucks from Mom as long as I wanted to accept them.