Chapter 13
The wild sensations of Reggie's tongue flipping hungrily inside her box had her stimulated to a tremendous degree.
"Oh, baby, stick your tongue up my ass-hole, while you're eating my pussy," she suggested to her son.
Reggie flipped a finger up her rectum. At the same time he never took his tongue out of her ass-hole.
"Ohhh," she groaned in delight, "that feels fantastic. Suck my pussy. Keep it up. Yes, baby, yes. That's what I want you to do.
Come on, sweetheart, suck my box."
She figured it might be fun if he played with her bosoms while he ate her box, too.
"Honey," she said coaxingly in a caressing voice, "feel of my tits while you eat my snatch. Oh, yes, I love that doll baby."
Hastily accommodating her lusty request, the young Reggie pulled his finger from her behind and let both hands wander up to her bosoms. He grasped her bosoms and pinched the nipples. He pressed so hard against her pussy he was almost being smothered.
He pulled his nose out so he could breathe easier.
"Ohhh, lick me," she begged. "That's it, baby. Oh, sweetheart, lick my snatch. Come on, stick your tongue way in there. Now you're doing it. Flick your tongue across my clit. Come on, baby, lick your momma's pussy."
Lorna was throwing her head this way and that as the erotic sensations flooded her being. It was a moment of joy and fulfillment. For she was certain that she could pull her son with her pussy away from Gloria. It would be to his benefit she reasoned.
"Oh, honey," she gasped, "you never had it so good, did you, baby? Oh, suck my pussy.
Suck my pussy, sweetheart."
Gladly, greedily young Reggie ate her. With such supercharged tongue stabs it didn't take long for her to come around.
"Oh, Reggie, baby," she complimented him, "I've never been loved like that. Your tongue is so wonderful. I'd like to hang a medal on it for such good loving."
Reggie stuck his tongue in the air and chuckled.
She figured she'd better hurry back to bed. She didn't want her husband to catch on.
When she walked into her bedroom she got a jolt. For he stood there holding a gun.
"I was upstairs listening," he told her, "and I opened the door just a crack to see the most disgusting, rotten, stinking sight I ever saw. I could hardly believe what I saw."
"Put that gun down," Lorna begged him, fear surfacing in her eyes.
"No, I'm gonna wipe you out," he told her. 'That kid doesn't have a fair chance if I don't. I'm gonna get rid of myself, too. Because I don't want to sit the rest of my days in jail. But it'll be worth it just ridding the world of a monster mentality like you've got. Fucking with your own son."
"Listen to me," she pleaded.
"I've listened too long," he said angrily, "and now it's the end."
Saying no more, he quickly pulled the trigger. In the stillness of the night Reggie heard the shotgun blast. He raced downstairs. But it was too late. Before he could enter the room he heard the second gun blast. His father had shot a bullet through his own brain.
"No, no, dear God, no," Reggie sobbed as he realized what had happened.
He ran to the living room and picked up the phone.
Later when he told the police the entire story they understood.
"In a way you were responsible," an officer told him glumly.
"Don't remind me," he said. "I knew better than to do what I did. And now I have to live with that on my conscience. This will haunt me for the rest of my life."
"I'll never tell anybody about this," the officer said. "I won't even put it in the record. But for your sake, kid, take care."
Gloria was at Reggie's side. She did everything in her power to show kindness and love to him. She realized that he needed her compassion at this difficult time.
"You don't have to be responsible," she told him. "You really don't. I don't know who's the father of my child."
"Every child needs a home," Reggie said sadly, "a good home. I'll make a good home for your child. For our child."