Chapter 16
I never thought that I could extend my tongue as far as I did that afternoon.
Shirley just couldn't seem to get enough in the way of pussy attention. I twisted my tongue every which way, driving it up and down, back and forth, providing her with all the excitement that I could.
She kept flipping her ass cheeks back and forth, looking as sexy as possible, giving me a run for my money at every conceivable stage of the game.
"Keep your tongue moving," she would say. "Oh, suck my snatch. Baby, oh, what a lovely tongue you've got. It's downright luscious. It's really great what you're able to do for me. Ah, that's good. It's really magnificent the way you're sliding your tongue."
A few strokes later, Shirley juiced, sending her female desserts into my mouth.
Along about four o'clock or so, Shirley announced that she had to leave.
"What's the problem, my dear?" mom asked disappointedly.
"I've got to go home, sober up, and go out on a date tonight."
"My, oh, my. You're really getting provocative, aren't you? Spending the afternoon with us, and going out again tonight."
"I'm that way. I get bored if I'm just sitting around."
"I know, you like exercise on your back," I laughed.
"That's my clever son for you," mom smiled.
"I sure did have a blast this afternoon" Shirley chuckled as she slipped on her shorts. "You two can really keep anybody occupied."
"With a gorgeous woman like you around, it's not hard for us to get turned on," mom said. "We've got to do it again soon."
"I sure hope so," Shirley said. "I'd love to do it again. With either one of you. Preferably with both. I knew that you were too groovy a chick to ever stay locked into that terrible philosophy that you had before. You were uptight about everything. Thinking like these old biddies you knew."
"I'm not associating with them much any more," mom said. "I'd rather keep company with somebody groovy like you."
"That really makes me feel good to hear that," Shirley said.
Shirley threw each of us a kiss, then left the house.
The liquor coupled with all of the sex had made mom so horny that she just didn't want to stop.
"You know, I'm gonna blow that cock of yours back up and then I'm gonna let you fuck me," she said. "I really want you to slam your cock hard inside my pussy. I'll tighten my pussy lips for you, really give you a chance to plunge your cock into my mound. I'll clasp those muscles tightly and make certain that you get every chance."
"That sounds pretty good. But I'm pretty tired. Boy, I can hardly even move my tongue."
"I'm not even thinking about that. I'm thinking about your cock right now."
"That's kind of limp, too," I laughed.
"It won't be for long, dearie. Just let me take care of that."
Mom went right to work, slipping her fingers around my balls. She tickled them, tantalizing them with her finger tips, causing me to feel a tremendous degree of excitement.
"Wheee, those are great finger movements," I said. "Ah, I love that, honey. Yes, you're really moving them around. Ah, that's good."
Mom did such a convincing job of moving her fingers around my balls that I hungrily began to desire the movements around my cock.
"Switch your finger efforts to my prick now," I exclaimed. "Ah, honey, let's really get working. Let's get cracking, honey. Work your fingers over my dick. Get me hard."
"You're coming along just fine," she laughed. "By the time I'm through, you're gonna be dying to fuck my pussy."
"You really are magic in the finger department. Oh, yes, look at the way it's coming up."
"It's absolutely beautiful, baby. Yes, you've got such a nice cock. I know you're ready to fuck my pussy with it."
"Just say the word."
At that point mom dropped her fingers from my prick.
"Get to work," she exclaimed. "I'm saying the word."
Mom stretched out in the middle of the bed. To get me even more agitated, she reached out and fingered her pussy.
"How do you like it when my hips swing like this?" she asked, looking as tantalizing and dazzling as she possibly could.
"Just make way for my prick," I said. "I'm gonna really slam it in your mound. I'm gonna hit you good and hard with it. I'm gonna really fuck your pussy."
"Go to it, darling."
I reached out and grabbed mom's fleshy ass cheeks. They felt as firm and as warm as always, and as I tugged at them with my fingers, I began to probe her with my dick. I shoved my prick forward, slamming it inside her mound.
"Tear your cock into my pussy, ah, yeah, give it to me," mom said. "You're quite a fuck, baby. Oh, drive it, honey, fuck me. Oh, fuck me hard, fuck me fast, fuck it, fuck my mound, fuck, fuck, fuck."
She kicked her legs wildly, flipping her body back and forth, letting her tits jiggle in front of her as she sighed and gasped and enjoyed every movement that i provided with my hot, blistering cock.
"Fuck me good," she sighed. "Ah you're really letting your cock move. Plunge it into my pussy, baby, slam your cock hard, honey. Oh, slam it in my mound. You know I want it, baby, I really do."
With burning zeal I kept up my stroking, driving my cock forward, plunging it repeatedly into her mound as I moved ever closer to climax.
My balls were alive with passion. They were scorching, hot as blazes, just ready to ignite inside her mound.
I leaned forward and kissed her lips. It was a devastating kiss, one that I put every ounce of energy I possessed into.
Our lips remained passionately frozen for several moments, after which I removed my lips from hers, sending my searing rod ever deeper into her mound.
Her body kept twisting back and forth, and all the while I was plunging my dick forward, driving it relentlessly, pushing it into her as I moved ever closer to the big moment of climax.
"You're a great fuck," she called out. "Oh, drive your cock forward, baby. Yes, ah, what a good screw. Keep it moving, honey. Ah, baby, that's good."
A few burning strokes later, the hot white juice started to spill from my cock.
"I want to French with you," I exclaimed.
I slipped my tongue into mom's mouth, letting it spin resourcefully and energetically against her tongue. While the tongues continued to collide, I finished orgasming.
At that supreme moment of excitement, just after the last few droplets had shot from my blazing tool, all of a sudden I felt somebody reaching out and grabbing me by the hair.
It hurt like hell, and the person twisted both hands, driving me from the bed and knocking me to the floor.
I rose to one knee, dazed as hell, and it was then that I got my first look at my dad. He had an enraged look on his face.
"You little bastard, what a damned rotten thing to do," he said.
He reached out and grabbed my left arm, pulling me up from the floor. He slapped my face several times, then reared back and hit me with a solid left closed fist.
The blow bloodied my nose and knocked me to the floor.
By that time mother was hysterical. She threw herself in front of dad, clutching against him tightly.
"Don't hit him again, it's all my fault," she cried out.
"You slut," he growled. "A hell of a way to bring up your son. Fucking with him. My God, I wouldn't have believed it if I hadn't seen it."
Mom backed away from dad. Her face was white. I didn't know whether she was afraid or angry. I guess it was a combination of the two.
"Don't you ever call me a slut, you drunken hypocrite," mom came on strong. Her voice was quavering a little, but it was pretty loud. "You're the one that forced me to this point. What kind of release did I have? You're too drunk to do anything. You're too damn drunk most of the time to even think of anyone else. You're selfish, terribly selfish."
At that point dad shrunk. You could just see him shrivelling up before your eyes. His head dropped. All of a sudden he couldn't look at either one of us. His eyes were focused against the ground.
I reached out and dabbed at my nose. It didn't really hurt. It just embarrassed me a little that dad had bloodied my nose.
"You've never given me any satisfaction to speak of in the last year or two," mom kept on berating dad. "Maybe I was wrong. Perhaps this was terrible. Maybe I even deserve to be called a slut for having sex with my own son. I'll own up to all of it. But what can I do when you won't give me any love?"
At that point dad broke down and started sobbing like a baby. It was the one and only time I had ever seen him do that.
He put his head in his hands and wilted, his knees dropping down to the floor, then the rest of him.
"I'm sorry, I'm awful sorry," he said. "I can see I have done some terrible things. I'll try and make it up to you, honey. Honest I will. Oh, I'm really very sorry."
He had been through a nightmare in the course of a few brief moments. When he finally removed his hands from his face, he looked over at me. I could see tghat he was genuinely sympathetic.
"I'm sorry," he said. "I guess I haven't been much of an example around here lately. You know, if we can forgive and forget, maybe we can start again."
"Of course we can," mom said. "Let's see what we can do. Let's try and be decent to each other."
I got up and began creeping out of the room. I wanted to leave mom and dad alone.
It was a strange thing. He had had to find us in that compromising position in order to recognize just how much the marriage had deteriorated.
As I closed the door behind me, I observed them kissing. Probably the first forceful kiss that they had engaged in together for quite some time.
You know, even though mom was a great fuck, I was kind of relieved when the whole thing came to an end that afternoon. If we hadn't been so drunk, we would have been more concerned about the time, and the possibility of dad coming home from work.
But in thinking it over, it was good that we got caught when we did. It forced a show down, and after that things got better around the house.
As for me, I learned to go after hot ass from other quarters other than home. And then I stuck to banging chicks my own age.
It was quite an experience I went through at the age of fourteen. As I look back on it, I can hardly believe it. It all happened so fast, and there were so many events. It was really staggering.
But it all worked out well in the end and in the final analysis that's all that really counts.