Chapter 9
While I continued to move my fingers over Mary's pussy, all of the sudden mom popped into the room!
She startled us, just as she had startled me on the other occasion with Shirley. I guess we had taken liberties, fucking around when we knew that there was a pretty good chance that mom could show up at any point.
"My God, what have we here?" she began, gasping loudly. "It's one thing for you two kids to want to get in a good fuck, but it's quite another to do it with each other. I mean, a brother and sister routine?"
"We didn't intend it that way," Mary laughed. "Things just kind of started to happen."
"The old me would reply and say that's nonsense," mom said. "But now I try to be a little more understanding. Isn't that right, honey?" She looked at me as she spoke.
"That's right," I replied. "But I never told her anything about us."
"What do you mean?" Mary asked.
"Since this is rapidly developing into quite a family affair," mom chuckled, "I guess we might as well let her in on our little secret But I see no reason to tell her. It'll be just as easy to show her."
I quickly got the point as I observed mom looking long and hard at my erect dick.
Mary was astounded as she observed mom beginning to tear off her clothes.
"I don't think I'm going to go to any more of those damned silly meetings," mom shook her head. "Just a bunch of stupid ass gossip anyway. Who needs crap like that?"
Mom quickly peeled off her clothes, then her underwear. Mary just sat there, in a state of dumbfounded amazement, not knowing what to expect next.
As for me, I had a pretty good idea what was coming. Mom would want me to fuck her in some way. It was just a question of how.
She plopped herself down in the bed, then immediately allowed her fingers to go to work on my dick.
She worked them searchingly over my cock. At first she let the fingers of both hands submerge themselves against the tip of my organ. Soon she extended her movements to the length of my entire prick. She really had a way of tickling my erect instrument, and I loved every movement that she put forward.
"That's pretty good," I said. "Your fingers are right on target, mom."
"I really don't believe it," Mary exclaimed. "So that's the secret."
"Only it isn't a secret any more, darling," mom said. "Just watch me, honey, and you'll get an education."
"I'll just bet I will."
"I'm gonna go down on your brother's long dick. You'll really love that. Incidentally, you really do look cute in the nude. You're a beautiful girl, Mary. No wonder all those guys at school are chasing you. It's sure easy enough to see why."
"I appreciate you saying that," Mary laughed, a little uncomfortably. "But I can still hardly believe it. You doing it with Jerry. Hell, you've always acted so uptight about sex, mom."
"People can and often do change," mom pointed out as she continued to run her fingers up and down the full length of my cock.
"Jerry woke me up."
She was waking me up at that point, running her fingers over the tip of my cock, then using her other hand to play with my testicles. As she kept on with her stirring movements, I found myself drifting that much closer to climax. I knew that she wouldn't keep up the finger pace for much longer, she had some business to attend to with respect to my cock. I figured, based on the way she was pumping on it, that she would want to suck it.
"Are you gonna go down on my throbbing dick?" I asked.
"That's why I'm warming you up, baby. You'll really love it."
"Yes, I suppose that I will."
"My tongue is feeling very itchy. You know, just being around somebody like you really gets me agitated. Seeing you and Mary roll around in the hay. I really felt like joining in right from the first"
"I'll just bet you did. I don't blame you. It is a blast."
"Especially if you've got the right cock to suck on. In your case, I know I do. I'm gonna twist my tongue around the tip of your dick and play with your testicles. How would that grab you?"
"It would grab me just right"
"I know, right between your legs, where it counts."
"Where it definitely counts," I laughed. "Just keep your busy tongue working and you'll make me very happy."
"I like to make people happy, especially somebody like you."
Mary kept on watching the developing action attentively as mom got herself all set to engage in the screwing.
She slipped her tongue over the tip of my cock, then tickled it with some slow, tantalizing movements. All the while she put her fingers to work. She began by manipulating my balls, which were bulging with developing excitement.
"Boy, your balls are really expanding," Mary observed. "Mom is really gonna do a good job of sucking you. Look at that. She's doing it already. Oh, is she ever working her tongue over the tip of your dick. She's really giving you some excitement."
"I love what she's doing. Oh, mom, tickle me even faster," I said. "Move your tongue more swiftly over my dick. I really want it, honey. Yes, I want what you can supply me. Suck my dick, baby. Ah, suck it real nice. Move your tongue, baby. Slide it around my cock. Work it there, honey. Oh, I really want you to work it. Suck my prick, baby. Oh, come on, suck my hard dick. Work your tongue around there, darling. Ah, I want it, I want it, I really want it."
I knew that mom couldn't resist that kind of a message. She began to manipulate her tongue in sharper strokes than before, moving it swiftly, driving it with devastating zeal as she kept up the ball action.
There was one difference, however, in her movement over my testicles between now and before. Instead of running her fingers resolutely over them, just toying with my ball sacs, she initiated a quick change. She clutched my balls diligently, hanging on to them sharply, applying a little pressure. All the while she continued to work her tongue around the tip of my cock.
"You're gonna have to step up the pace, I mean you're gonna have to move your tongue over the full length of my dick," I said. "Come on and slide your tongue over my cock, baby. Drive it hard, lover. Oh, drive it fast. Slide it, baby. Ah, honey, slide it."
With forceful determination she followed my example. She began to put more impetus into every suck that she put forward. Up and down she pumped her tongue along my cock, putting everything she had into her movements, driving her tongue with forceful determination over my lengthy, aroused pecker.
"Keep sucking me," I said. "I love your fast pace. Oh, drive your tongue home, baby. Oh, put it to work."
I reached out and began to clutch at mom's naked ass cheeks. I squeezed the firm flesh with my fingers, and all the while she continued her convincing pace, driving her tongue up and down the full length of my cock.
While she was engaged in the spirited cock sucking, mom removed her fingers from my balls. She decided that it was time to supply some finger action to my cock to coordinate with the sucking movements.
Whenever she would maneuver her tongue down toward the base of my prick, she would let her fingers exercise themselves over the tip of it. When she would go out for the tip of my blazing instrument, her fingers, would wind their way down to the other area of my member. Wherever her tongue would be, her fingers would be in the other ear.
I liked it the way she would move her fingers around the tip of my prick while her tongue would concentrate itself on the base. With this kind of double sensation, I couldn't help but he propelled into a state of fascinating ecstasy. Her tongue was doing the job, and a very beautiful job at that.
"You can really cut loose now," I said, "in fact, I want you to move your tongue at top speed, baby. Yes, oh, yes, keep it working."
"This is incredible, she really is a good cock suck," Mary exclaimed. "When she said I'd get an education from her, she was absolutely right. I'm learning quite a bit about how to really apply a tongue to a cock just from watching her."
"I knew you would," I said. "She's very good, honey. You can't help but learn from watching somebody like her."
"Keep the sucking going, mom. Just work your tongue a little longer," Mary said. "A few more strokes and you'll have him. You've just about got him off now. He's practically there."
"I sure as hell am," I gasped. "You're doing the job, mom. Just keep that tongue working resourcefully. Oh, when you tickle the tip of my pecker I just about flip. Keep your tongue working, baby. What a tongue you've got. Oh, is it nice. You know just how to drain every bit of excitement from it."
While mom was continually working her way forward, pushing me that much closer to a devastating orgasm, I reached out and grabbed her thighs. I clutched them, then moved my fingers all the way down to her ankles. I worked my fingers back and forth, pressing eagerly, getting her more agitated every moment. And all the while she was continuing her brilliant movements, pushing me that much closer to the moment that I was waiting for.
When my body began to shake and my breath became heavier, I knew just how close I was. The ball itching was getting overpowering. I knew I couldn't take much more of that kind of excitement.
"Just a few more strokes, that's all I ask," I gasped.
"You're really doing a great job, mom, I never saw a better tongue," Mary said. "Just keep the tongue sliding. Keep working it over his dick. You know you've got him there. You can see that. It's just gonna take you a little bit more effort. A little bit more and you'll have him there. Keep up your pace, mom. Oh, is it exciting to watch."
I reached out and grabbed mom's hair. I touched it ever so tantalizingly, then heaved a loud sigh.
"Just catch the juice," I said. "It's gonna spill out of there. Oh, honey, is it ever gonna shoot out of the end of my cock. Go after it, honey. Oh, yes, baby, I want you to catch every drop of the stuff. Eat it, baby, ah, you've just got to eat it."
The spurts of hot white juice began to shoot out of the end of my spear. I clutched mom's hair with greater necessity than ever as the hot droplets of white orgasmic juice kept on shooting.
"Go ahead and eat it," I said, "eat my hot cock. Ah, you know it's great eating stuff. You know you love it, mom. Go ahead, show Mary, show the whole world, show everyone what a great team we make. Keep sucking the stuff. Keep sucking my cock dry. Ah, go after it, suck, ah, what a sucker you are, baby. Your tongue really is great. Go to work on my dick. Ah, I'm juicing, honey. You're eating it, you're going after every drop. That's great Don't miss out on anything. You need it lover, you really need my hot stuff."
Mom went after every droplet of the hot white jissum that shot from my bulging prick.
She removed her tongue from my rod, then looked over at Mary.
"I hope you enjoyed that little exhibition," she said.
"Is that what it was?"
"Only in a sense, baby. Now, I must admit, there was more to it than exhibitionism. I just wanted to get a beautiful fuck out of it. I wanted to suck my handsome boy."
"That's what I thought. You did a great job for him."
"She sure as hell did," I laughed.
"I'll tell you something," mom said. "I have to admit something else. I've got to admit that I got kind of turned on looking at you, Mary."
"Don't tell me you're turning less for your own daughter," Mary laughed.
"It's no joking matter. You know, when I first started making it with Jerry I decided that I'd throw all my hang-ups away. I told myself that I'd pretend they just didn't exist. That's the way I've played the game ever since."
"So what does that have to do with me?" Mary asked with a confused expression on her face.
"It's very simple, my dear. It has a lot to do with you. What I'm really driving at is that I am attracted to you. I'm trying to be honest."
"You've got to be out of your gourd, mom. What are you trying to do, put the make on your own daughter?"
"I put it on my own son enough times," she reminded her.
"But isn't this a little different?"
"Have you ever been attracted to another girl?"
"Do I have to answer that."
"You don't have to, darling, but I wish you would."
"I did a little fooling around with my girl friend from school," Mary said uncomfortably.
"What do you mean by fooling around?" mom smiled, sitting down next to Mary on the bed.
"Well, it started out with me fingering her pussy and her fingering mine," Mary said. "We were real horny this one night and there were no guys around. We were both wearing skinny little outfits and next thing we knew we got kind of turned on with each other."
"How far did it go?" mom pressed further.
"I don't really like to talk about it."
"There's no reason why you should hide it," mom said. "That's the trouble with so much of the world. People just have too many hang-ups. No, don't hide it for one second, honey. As a matter-of-fact, it's a good therapeutic release for you to be able to talk about your love affairs. So what happened?"
"We started fingering each other off. Then we decided it would be a good idea to go down on each other. So that's what we did. We did it sixty-nine style. Just once. I don't think that it meant anything to either one of us."
"What causes you to say that?" mom asked.
"I say that because we never did it again. We just got hot that one night. It didn't amount to anything more than if we reached down and jerked ourselves off."
"I think it meant a lot more than that and you're both just trying to run away from the truth," mom said.
"Don't be ashamed of it, darling. I'm not ashamed to admit that I think you're very attractive."
"Are you actually gonna fuck me?" Mary asked.
"I'd like to at least put my fingers up your pussy. Maybe that way I could find out soon enough just how excited I could get from touching you," mom said.
I watched as mom reached out with her right hand, maneuvering her fingers toward Mary's snatch.