Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 33
I was ready to stop the car and take mother to task but Andrea responded beautifully by saying, "I understand your concern, Mrs. Smith, but let me assure you, both my grandmother and my aunt, who are no larger than me, have told me that their vaginas were big enough for what was required of them."
Mother would not stop. "I hope my Johnny has been able to satisfy you without hurting you."
"Please don't worry about something that is not happening for years from now," Andrea said.
"You're saying that you and Johnny are not... I'm so sorry. Johnny always seems so satisfied after being with you, I assumed...'
'As you know, Mrs. Smith, there are many ways to satisfy a man."
"Yes, indeed," is all mother said as I grew hard thinking about sending cum down both their throats.
Dinner went well. Mother insisted we have lobster, which neither Andrea nor I had ever tasted. After tasting, neither of us could imagine anyone not liking lobster. As she said, "It is almost too good for common folk like us." All things considered, mother was Impressed with Andrea.
Afterwards mother did say to me, "Your little girlfriend acts too grown up. I will never get over the fact she will always be a little girl." I had decided to not argue with her, so I said nothing. Mother Insisted that I had settled her down and sobered her up so well at Thanksgiving, I should do the same for Christmas. I hesitant to even begin to describe what we did during that Winter break.
Mother told me some things about her childhood that helped me understand why she was so different from what I thought a mother should be. On Christmas day, she said, "You know, it was Christmas Eve when I was ten that my mom caught my dad screwing my school teacher. The school teacher was living as a boarder in our house. All I remember of that Christmas was moving to town. Two years later, on New Year Eve I was back living with my dad and the school teacher because I had caught my morn screwing the married church minister when he came to our house. Mom said I could move back with dad as long as I did not tell anyone about her and the minister. I never did tell, until now. I did not even tell dad, when he asked me why mom had let me move back. I said she and I did not get along. That wasn't a lie, just a half truth. Back then families did not air their dirty linen in public, so no one outside the family knew what mom and dad did that caused the family split."
A couple days later, after an exhausting fuck, mother and I were resting and she began talking again, "When my grandfather died, my dad had to go to Grand Island for the funeral and reading of the will, leaving me and my brother Charles, who was 16 and me at 14, with the school teacher who he would have married if mother would have given him a divorce. Charles asked her to teach us about sex. She told us all about it and showed us how to safely play as long as we promised not to fuck. Two years later we broke that promise and I wound up pregnant. She got me an abortion without anyone else knowing. But I really learned a lesson." Mother may have craved sex with me, but she was always careful to know what days were safe and to be sure I had a rubber on when it was not safe.
On another rest period she said, "I may have cheated on your dad many times, but I bet he is out there screwing every bar maid he meets. This was the first time she had mentioned dad in years. However, this began one of our lengthy fucks. She started it by blowing me until I unloaded in her mouth, then she came up so we could kiss a while. She whispered, "Eat me"
I began by kissing her on the neck below the ear. I kissed along a trail that led me first to a tit which I paused to suck until it was a hard nub in my mouth. Continuing across the valley to the other tit, I tarried there for a while. From there I kissed every square inch of her flat belly while running fingers through her thick curly blond muff. Like she had years before taught me, I did not attack her pussy but saved it like a tasty delict desert intended to only be eaten after a big meal that must first be enjoyed. I continued to save her pussy for later by going to a knee and slowly kissing up her inner thigh to the very threshold of her pussy. From there I delayed even further by going to the other knee and slowly kissing up the other inner thigh. Inhaling the warm irresistible fragrance emanating from her pussy compelled me to dive in. Her tasty juices filled my mouth. I had the wish that could insert both my tongue and my dick. Instead I followed mother's teachings by going to her clit with my tongue and inserting fingers. While circling and flicking her clit with my tongue, I fucked my fingers deep in and out of her pussy.
For some time, she had shown signs that she was enjoying what I was doing but suddenly she grabbed my hair. I moved with her guidance and soon found my dick being guided by her expert hand into that inviting pussy of hers. I pounded deep into her as she locked her ankles behind my back. By flexing her legs, she seemed to be encouraging me to drive my dick harder and deeper. Because I was so spent by our previous fuck sessions that day, I lasted much longer than usual. When I did empty what seemed to be the last drops of cum my balls would ever produce, I rolled off to discover I was ringing wet with sweat. I thought, I am too tired to bathe. I went to sleep and slept the sleep of the dead.
It was about the 30th of December that I looked in the mirror. There staring back an me was a guy I hardly recognized. I looked exhausted, with sunken cheeks and dark bags under my eyes. There was no luster to my eyes and the whites were more red than white, mother and I were fucking too much. We were fucking when we should have been sleeping. We were fucking when we should have been eating. I did not want to look like this when Andrea returned. I asked mother to look at me. I told her I had to eat and sleep more. She agreed, so for the next few days I did just that. Although we still fucked two or three times a day It amazed me how quickly sufficient food and sleep improved my appearance.
Chapter 34
On Saturday January 4th I arrived at the Logan's just after nine in the morning. Andrea's 12-year-old sister greeted me at the door with a hug. She was as tall as Andrea, but her body had yet to fill out like her sister's. My dick did not recognize the difference, but I was able to keep her from knowing his excitement. Part of her appeal was she was only in a night shirt. She said that she and her mother had just now come from their beds. She led me to the kitchen where Mary Logan was making coffee. She greeted her younger daughter with, "You get upstairs, young lady, and get dressed. She greeted me with, "It is nice to see you John. Please pardon the way I am dressed. I should have realized you'd be by. Mr. Logan had business. Won't be back for several hours. How was your Christmas?" As far as I could see she was dressed in a fine house coat that covered her well. She hardly gave me a chance to answer her question before she said, "Andrea missed you terribly." I replied I had missed Andrea, while she filled three coffee cups, placing two on a tray. "Take these up to Andrea's room and wake her. Second door on the right."
To the reader: Open Chapter 34 for the rest of the story.
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