The Gathering






Chapter 23 - August 7, 1999

They were in the largest room of a small San Diego art museum, a place
he'd never heard of until Robert had urged him to visit one day while
they were watching the Dodgers play the Padres. Of course he made sure
Rosa accompanied him, dragging her away from what she considered a
prospective client, a very prospective client. During the drive Dutch
worried that Rosa might just lose a hefty commission because of his
insisting that she accompany him. But now that they had been browsing
through the galleries for thirty minutes or so he was pleasantly
surprised at how much she was enjoying the pictures.

"Dutch, look at this." She said, tugging at his arm. "Do you
think it's real?"

Arching his eyebrows, he smiled and said, "You're asking me?"

But, cupping his chin in his hand he gave the painting his careful
consideration. It was an abstract in greens and blues of varied shades
and tones. Rosa was reading the title of the piece aloud. He gave her a
smile. "You're right. That's a painting on the wall in front of
you."

She made a face. "Don't be funny, Dutch. I recognize the painting,
it's a Kandinsky, I was just wondering if it's an original."

He cocked his head from side to side. Finally he shook his head, "Not
an original, nope, no way."
But Rosa had already approached a guard and had her answer.

With a mischievous gleam in her eyes she studied Dutch. "It's a
copy. A very good copy by another famous painter, but it's not the
original. Now how did you know that?"

He shrugged, "I just felt it."

She laughed. "You're awful," she said. Why did we come here
anyway?'

"I told you, Robert recommended it. You know whatever he suggests you
go for."

She laughed. "That's sexually, baby, not art."

He made a grab for her. "I'm up for anything, lady."

She swatted his hand away. An older woman across the room glanced
disapprovingly at them.

"Stop it Dutch," Rosa whispered.

"What say we find a hiding place somewhere?"

She started walking away from him. But he followed on her heels. Rosa
tried to look stern, but her dusky face was coloring.  "You'll get
us thrown out," she said. He could tell she wanted to laugh.

"I'm glad she has a sense of humor," he thought and leered back
at her.

Rosa stopped in front of a Picasso. "I can't believe I have a real
Picasso in front of me. I've never seen one before. In fact I can't
recall the last time I was in an art museum." Her eyes were
glistening with tears of joy. "I want to thank you for bringing me
here, Dutch."

He sidled up to her, put his arm around her waist.

Rosa looked up at him. "Are you going to behave?"

"Only if you want me to," he said, gazing into her dark brown eyes.
She was silhouetted against a pair of French doors that opened onto a
tropical garden. The light cast soft shadows across her features; and
heightened the natural pout of her lips. In his mind's eye he saw
them closing down on his member and he groaned softly.

"What's with you? You're acting weird today."

"I was just thinking of you sucking my . . ."

"Dutch!" She slapped him playfully and rolled her eyes.

"I was!" He insisted and she glanced down and saw his bulging
trousers.

"I'm glad you didn't wear those shorts today, you'd be hanging
out of them."

"Just know this, Rosa, I love you and I want you."

"Can't you wait until we get home?"

"There's no time like the present. And wasn't only a couple weeks
ago that you were all over me at every opportunity? I mean, your
office, the hospital, from which I was almost fired."

'Dutch . . ." she said feigning exasperation. But her lower lip was
trembling with a sudden desire and he knew it. He inhaled and smelled
her musky heat rising from her loins.

He reached for her. Rosa tried to duck, but he managed to get one
finger in a belt loop. He hadn't intended it, but as she spun around,
he found his other hand on her breast. Her face flushed crimson.

"Dutch!" She cried out in alarm. But her voice was throaty and she
realized her lips had gone dry despite a coating of lipstick.

"Do you want to or not? He hadn't moved his hand. "There's a
bench around the corner . . ."

Her lips parted, her tongue darted out and swiped some saliva across
them. Her mind was racing and her eyes began to focus on a place far
away. Dutch pressed closer. He could feel the heat of her stomach
through his trousers. He remembered moments like this from high school.
Wanda Philips . . . with those luscious melons . . . he bent to kiss
Rosa, brushed her forehead with his cheek.

"I have to ask you to leave." It was a huge black guard, standing a
few feet away from them.

Dutch glanced over his shoulder, deadpan. "You're not allowed to
kiss your girl in here?" He was still holding Rosa close.

"It's not about that. We're closing now," he said in a neutral
voice.

"You'll have to excuse him," Rosa said. She'd extricated
herself and was pulling on his arm. Her professionalism surfaced and
she said, "You have some marvelous things here, we must come back
when . . . at an earlier time of the day.'

The guard nodded. "We'll have a new exhibit in two weeks, please
come then."

Before he knew it, she had levied him out into the bright sunlight.
"Kinda early to be closing," he said and then looking at his watch
he realized the guard was right. It was after five.

***

"Why are you laughing?" He was behind her now, but had caught a
glimpse of her face in the huge mirror across from the king-size bed at
the motel they had rushed to after leaving the museum.

"I'm not laughing," Rosa said, turning her face against a pillow.
Her eyes were closed, her cheeks flushed, her hair gone from black to
ebony with the sweat. Long strands were plastered to her forehead. She
bit her lip as he moved against her, then gasped with the sudden
pleasure his thick prick bestowed as it churned into the deepest part
of her passage.

"I saw you," he said, but had to close his own eyes now. He
clutched at her hips, as if to pull her closer, as if it would be
possible to move her inside him somehow, but her flesh was slippery and
his hands were starting to work in some rhythm they had concocted on
their own.

"I can't believe . . ." she broke off, tossing her head against
the bedclothes.

He pulled back, trying to prolong the moment, but it took only one
glance downward to see her labia stretched to their limits as they
bulged around his member like a salami entering it's casing for him
to gave up.

Issuing a soft groan, he rejoined her; and fell to his side. Rosa
groaned softly, as the unbelievable sensations his huge prick brought
about returned and she urged her pelvis tighter against him -- seeking
to keep herself glued to him - trying to keep their rhythms intact.
She arched upward, rocked slightly, managed somehow to work him onto
his back.

He opened his eyes again as she began to rise and fall above him, saw
her face upturned, her hair tumbling free, her lovely neck arched; and
his cock sluicing in and out of her crevice with each of her facile
movements.

"Can't believe what?" he managed, after what seemed an eternity
had elapsed.
He felt giddy, slightly delirious, nothing in his mind but sensation.
Slipperiness. A wet silk glove clasping him, unclasping him.

"That you had . . . this all planned," she spoke in bursts, her
hands digging into the flesh of his chest for punctuation.

"It was . . . a spur of the moment thing," he rasped.

"Oh yes," she said after a moment or two. But she wasn't talking
about plans of any kind.

". . . yeah!" he answered with a groan of his own as he listened to
her bright cries of pleasure spiraling toward him as he emptied his
seed into her, until they both collapsed onto the soaking wet sheets,
panting, both of them gasping for air.

***

He could smell the shampoo in her hair, the sweat, the hint of sex as
she finally pulled away.

"Happy?" he asked.

"Oh yeah. I just think of you and Kathy, all the wonderful things we
have going for us."

She scooted up to kiss him, but he twisted, feeling her sliding, still
warm and damp against his hip. He tried to keep her there, but she
ducked out of his arms and hurried to the bathroom.

"There are very few things that will keep me away from that wonderful
prick of yours," she said laughing. He looked confused for a second,
so she added, "A girl's gotta pee sometime," and gave his limp
member a sloppy kiss and scurried away the bathroom.

"Take one for me while you're in there," he called out after her,
laughing happily.

A minute or two later she called to him from the bathroom. "Come on,
let's take a shower and go home.

***

Meanwhile, in Marilyn's San Francisco brownstone, 15 year old Marcie
slipped her hand from the almost one year younger Evie's panties and
gazed down at her dripping fingers. She had been leisurely fingering
Evie for the longest time and the bedroom fairly reeked of little
Evie's arousal.

Sliding deftly from the bed, Marcie knelt between Evie's splayed
knees, grabbed the sticky wet crotch of her thong lingerie and pulled
them to one side.

"You gonna?" Evie inquired as she absentmindedly teased a nipple
into turgid readiness.

"Yeah, I am."

"Mmmm, I was hoping . . ."
But Marcie heard nothing else but the blood rushing to her head as she
leaned down and pressed her face into the ripe, young cunt in front of
her. With her mouth wide open she managed to cover the length and
breathe of Evie's moistened haven.
Evie's free hand moved swiftly to her clitoris, which was already
poking its head out from under its hooded cover. Using two fingers, one
on either side of the tiny nub, she applied a light pressure as she
moved the fingers up and down.
Marcie was contentedly lapping the younger girl's pussy, starting at
the rear of her slit up to the top. Sometimes she caught a piece of
Evie's clit, other times she merely licked the girl's busy fingers.
It didn't seem to matter much too either girl. Marcie continued with
this pattern for a while until her tongue grew tired, at that point she
used her thumbs to spread the girl's luscious pussy apart and buried
her face in her crotch, sucking Evie's outer labia and listening to
Evie moan at the sensations she was causing to stampede through her
body.
When Evie suddenly jerked her hips up in an almost involuntary gesture,
Marcie decided it was time to get serious and resorted to pressing her
tongue (now rested) against Evie's vulva, managing to pry it open
enough for her tongue to slither inside the young girl.
Evie's fists were clenched in the silken sheets of the bed, a fierce
grimace on her face as she thrashed about in the first throes of an
orgasm.
Marcie loved going down on her friend; loved the varied tastes eking
from her inner recesses; even now she was savoring a strange metallic
type flavor and she wondered if Evie's menstrual cycle was close at
hand. Could she eat her during her cycle? Probably not, but . . .
Her meandering thoughts were interrupted as Evie reached her initial
climax and hastening to make it a better one, Marcie drew the girl's
clit into her mouth and rubbed it softly with her tongue.
Evie was rocking and rolling now, moaning and groaning; biting her left
hand while her right was tangled in Marcie's red hair. Marcie mashed
her lips against Evie's cunt and sucked as hard as she could.
Evie's hips jerked upward and only the top of her head and her heels
were in contact with the bed.
"Jesus! Jesus! It's never been this . . ."
Then, overwhelmed by the torrent of orgasmic sensations, she lost her
voice and all other comprehension except the fantastic floating
exhilaration of her climax.
Finding herself overheated and seeking some serious relief, Marcie
climbed back on the bed and on top of Evie, who continued to writhe
unknowingly through what she would later call her best ever . . . cum.
Marcie wriggled out of her panties and brought herself down on Evie so
that they were face to face and belly to belly and cunt to cunt. And
when their mounds mashed against one another, Marcie felt her orgasm
starting to rev up. She began rubbing her pussy against Evie's and
derived the greatest feeling of love for her companion when the girl
responded in kind.
And so they fucked each other, generating a series of squishy sounds
from the copious flow of juices from the two of them. Squeezing her ass
tightly with muscles she never knew existed, Marcie managed to apply
even more pressure on Evie's twat - and she saw, rather than felt
Evie's cunt petals separating and permitting her vulva to penetrate
her ever so little. But it was sufficient to cause her orgasm to peak
and explode over her as she pumped away at Evie as if it were a ten
inch cock she had jammed into her friend and lover.
Both girl's labia and clits were fully engorged, and without
realizing what they were doing they were trying to fuck one another
with their respective clits. Rubbing them against the others vulva;
occasionally causing clit to flicker over clit; and then both girls
were coming and grinding hard against the other.
Soon after, both lay exhausted on the bed, entangled in the sheets,
arms and legs wrapped around each other. Only when they both realized
that Marilyn had entered the room did they find the energy to begin a
long, sensual kiss.
Marilyn began applauding. "What a wonderful performance girls. I
didn't think you two had it in you."
Evie looked over at Marilyn a dazed expression on her face. Marcie was
scowling at the older woman, but Marilyn ignored her, plopping onto the
bed, she threw her arms around the lithe Evie and kissed her. She too
loved the forbidden tastes that emerge from a woman's hidden crevices
and savored them as might a connoisseur of fine wines. Evie opened her
mouth to welcome her mistress's serpentine tongue, reveling in the
sensations as it explored her mouth, feeling the slickness of her
pearly teeth; the furrows at the roof of her mouth and the lovely
caress it bestowed on her own tongue when the two finally met.
Marilyn's fingers were already delving into the young girl's cunt,
seeking her "G" Spot and, on finding it, sending the girl over the
edge with another mind-boggling orgasm.
With Evie now stretched out on the bed, oblivious to her surroundings,
Marilyn turned to Marcie.
"Your turn, sweetness."
"Ohhh," the redhead managed to blurt out before meeting Marilyn's
fevered mouth with her own; exchanging saliva and when their lips
finally parted it was Marcia who sucked the long spool of spit into her
mouth as if it were the nectar of the Gods.
Marilyn slowly unbuttoned her billowy white blouse, revealing a filmy
bra trimmed in fine lace. Marcie pressed her face into Marilyn's
abundant breasts, murmuring, "I love you. I really love you."
"And you love Evie too, don't you?'
Pulling her head back, Marcie looked into Marilyn's limpid brown
eyes. "Is that wrong?"
"No, sweetness, it's not wrong to love. It's never wrong to love
someone. It's a wonderful thing . . . to be capable of loving anyone.
And if you love more than one person at a time . . . well that's
double the love isn't it?"
"When you put it that way . . . I guess it is."
"Now, want to play with my titties?"
"Oh, yeah, I love them. I can't tell you how much. I hope mine are
nearly as big some day."
Marilyn allowed her hand to graze across Marcie's young breasts,
marveling at the smooth texture and the very pertness of her strawberry
tipped buds. "I think your titties will rival mine one day. I doubt
Evie's will, although her titties will be much sought after, for many
will consider her to be the perfect pair."
Wondering how she could know all this about their futures, Marcie could
only respond with, "I hope so. I really, really hope so."
Marilyn rose up and deftly managed to free one breast from its cupped
confines. "Oops, look at that slippery thing, popped right out at
you." She noted Marcie's eyes on the teat and how she licked her
lips.
"I brought some champagne home. Would you care to share a glass with
me?"
Marcie's eyes remained focused on Marilyn's exposed breast.
"I know what," Marilyn said coquettishly, and she began opening the
champagne. It opened with a loud pop and the cork flew across the room
as both women giggled shamelessly.
"Here . . ." And Marilyn sat down on her leather couch and poured
some of the bubbly onto her breast. ". . . have a taste she called
out and Marcie bent down and lapped at the champagne as it coursed down
Marilyn's teat and into her abundant cleavage.
"Do tickle the nipple, my dear," she urged. Marcie was already
ahead of her, sucking on Marilyn's areola even as she freed the other
breast from its confinement.
"I do love having my titties sucked," she told the young girl while
she tousled the redhead's fiery locks.
"May I join in?" Evie asked politely while standing next to them.
"Of course you can," Marilyn replied. "But wait, I must give you
some Champaign too. And reached out she grasped the bottle and poured a
fair amount on each breast and began to laugh uproariously as both
girls licked and sucked away on her magnificent breasts.
When the bottle had been emptied, Marilyn looked with some contempt at
the empty vessel, then smiled broadly and leaned back, separating
Marcie from her diligent nursing; Evie somehow managing to hang on the
teat she had clenched in her teeth.
"Who wants some of my pussy?" Marilyn asked with a leer. Marcie was
first to reply since her mouth was free.
"Me! I do!" she shouted and jumped up and down while Evie looked on
with Marilyn's nipple rubbing against her cheek.
"Don't feel bad, Evie . . . I know, I'll lie back on the couch.
Marcie, you get between my legs and do your thing. Evie get behind
Marcie and eat her doggy-style."
Both girls seemed satisfied with this arrangement and shouted with glee
when Marilyn added, "Of course after I come the first time you two
can switch, how's that?"
***
Ann Stinson, Peggy's mother, had made her mind up. Simply stated, she
craved sex. Ann had to have it. Her ex-husband had left her almost
three years before and she had not had a man since he'd left. Not
that she had had sex with him then either. It had been at least six
months before they split up that she'd felt the blissful sensation of
a nice cock burrowing between her legs.

'Two dates in all that time,' she thought, nervously biting a
cuticle. 'Two god damned dates, if you could call them that. Karl
Bodkins had scared the hell out of her as they left her driveway to
have dinner. He'd asked if she liked whips and chains before asking
what her favorite color was - or anything about her. She had left him
at the restaurant even before the meal was served, using a trip to the
powder room to slip out and catch a cab home.

And three months later, Harvey Gagne had his hand up her dress before
the credits were rolling at the movies. Ann smiled to herself.
'Well,' she told herself, 'I'm an accomplished escape artist;
since the same tactics worked on him too.'

But now she wondered if she was being too selective, was it the lot of
a divorcee to put out before a date - make that as the first date was
only starting?'

She placed another finger in her mouth and started to bite only to
realize she had bitten it to the quick the day before.

"Damn it," she said aloud, "I'm 37 years old. I've got a 16
year old daughter and a 14 year old son and both of them are probably
getting more than I am."

But as she pondered this it occurred to her that she had no idea if her
two children were still virgins. She considered herself a good mother,
but chastised herself for slacking off in her parental duties. She was
almost positive that Peggy was no longer a virgin and Davy . . . well
Davy left traces of his semen everywhere. The sheets in his room
smelled of cum so badly that she was forced to change them twice as
often as she changed Peggy's and her own. The toilet had dried semen
on the wall in front of the toilet as well as the floor up to three
feet away. Ann paused and thought about that. Three feet away and if
she included the wall it meant his ejaculate was soaring roughly four
feet. My God, that was phenomenal. Her deadbeat husband's cock had a
short spurt at best. More often than not his climax's resulted in a
trickle. He claimed to have a prostrate problem, but still . . .

Ann looked at her bureau where her vibrator rested. "I've got to
get new batteries," she said aloud once more and wondered if she were
cracking up. Margie Hanratty had and not three months ago. Was lack of
sex her problem too?

She didn't have time to think about her problem any further because
the front door slammed and that meant Davy was home. He always slammed
the damn door, never closed it properly.

"Davy!" She screamed.

"Yo . . . Mom!" He called out in acknowledgement.

"How many times have I told you to close the door gently and not to
slam it?"

"I dunno Ma. A hundred or so?" She heard the refrigerator door
open.

"Hey," he called, "we got no milk!"

"Speak English please. It's we have no milk."

"Yeah, right, no milk."

"Have some Gatorade. There's a full bottle in there."

"Got it . . . thanks."

Ann paced her room for a minute, resuming her earlier thoughts. Every
few seconds she glanced over at the bureau where her vibrator lay under
her underwear. She heard Davy taking the stairs two at a time as he
headed to his bedroom.

Perhaps five minutes passed before it occurred to Ann to peek in on
him. For an image of Davy ejaculating four or five feet seemed to be
burned into her brain.

As usual, the youngster hadn't bothered to close his door. Ann
guessed it was open at least two inches and that provided her with an
almost panoramic view of his room. She saw that he was fully dressed,
if one could call torn jeans dressed. 'Thank God he wasn't into
body piercing or tattoos,' she thought.

He wasn't wearing a shirt, so his young firm chest was bared; Ann noted
that he barely had any chest hairs. Allowing herself to be critical,
she also noted Davy was short, about 5' 4" and weighed about 110
pounds. 'Hopefully his growth spurt lies ahead,' she told herself.

As she looked on, Davy pulled a well worn magazine from under his bed
and flipped to a page in the middle of the magazine.

'A girlie book,' Ann decided.

He stared at a particular picture and began to touch himself. Suddenly
he was unzipping his jeans and shrugged them half way off his lean
torso. The picture reminded him of Elaine Morgenstern. She was just a
few months older than him but one grade higher, so in a way she kind of
looked down at him. Nevertheless, he was persistent in trying to gain
her attention and sometimes she would pal around with him and the other
guys he ran around with were really impressed that he was able to get
an older girl to run around with him.

He thought about it some more and he mentally compared Elaine to his
own sister, Peggy. Elaine's tits were bigger by far, but she was
chubby whereas his sister had a great shape and she was 16.

Davy had his cock in hand before Ann realized what it was. When it hit
her she froze. His cock, unlike the rest of him, seemed fully
developed. Ann judged it to be roughly 6 inches in length and it was
not thin, but rather hefty in thickness.

"Ohhhhhh," she thought and reached between her legs to feel the
wetness seeping into her underwear.

Davy grabbed a bottle containing some lubricant and rubbed it over his
twitching member; when finished he began to slowly stroke himself while
turning the pages of the magazine. Davy pondered the fact that some
women had more hair down there than others. 'Did Elaine have any? Did
she have a big bush?' He felt himself harden even more at the thought
of seeing Elaine's pussy. 'Maybe she was bald or had no hair yet,
like the picture of the redhead he was staring at. Lord have mercy . .
. he could see her slit. That must be the pussy's hole,' he
thought.

He was reminded of the time he caught his sister putting that thing
inside her. To keep him quiet, she had allowed him to look at her nude
body. He'd even taken a chance and touched her nipples and rubbed his
hand over her pussy before she slapped him and told him to get out of
her room.
He never told on her, mainly because she now had something on him -
he had touched her down there and that was a mortal sin. He began to
think that maybe Elaine might let him to look and touch her some more.
He really wanted to kiss her too. She always smelled so nice.

He turned another page and resumed his masturbating, having forgotten
it while thinking of Elaine and his sister. He was beginning to get
that funny feeling in his abdomen and knew he was just seconds away
from shooting off his first load of the day and closed his eyes to
dream of Elaine.

That was the moment Ann opened up his bedroom door and stepped inside
his room. He didn't notice her until she was beside his bed. Davy,
sensing a presence, froze in mid-stroke --
and snapped back to the present when he heard his name called. He
opened his eyes and focused on his mom standing beside him, calling his
name.

"Wow, Davy! What planet were you on?"

Davy looked around in panic and saw the old towel he kept beside his
bed and he rolled over on his side and reached down and picked it up.
In doing this, his nude magazine dropped onto the floor and for a brief
second or two his cock was exposed to his mom's stare once again. Davy
used the towel to cover his groin, hoping his mom hadn't seen his
hard on - a hard on that was wilting already from the embarrassment
of being caught jerking off by his mom.

Mortified, Davy belatedly added both hands to the towel, but his
erection was too large to hide.
"Oh, jeez, Mom . . . I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry."
Ann had a strange look on her face. Davy not knowing a look of lust
took it to be a form of anger, for that's what he expected from his
mother under the circumstances. He was stunned when she said, "No,
I'm the one who should be sorry, I didn't know that you were busy,
um, indulging in um, self gratification."

He didn't understand what she was talking about and readied himself
for a heavy verbal blasting. 'He'd probably be grounded forever,'
he thought, on the verge of crying.

Ann gave her son a slight smile and then said, "Honey, it is really
okay. I mean, I understand about these things." She paused and then
said, "Honey? Is it okay for me to sit down here with you?"

Davy was too embarrassed to say anything at all, he wore a dazed look
on his face and he forgot to cover his prick, now shriveled and no
longer erect. His mother placed a hand on his thigh, about three inches
above his lowered jeans and patted it lovingly.

"Listen to me baby, there's nothing wrong with what you were doing.
Nothing at all, believe me it's perfectly normal."

Davy's mind was racing. Yes he had heard his mother saying it was all
right, but that contradicted everything he'd ever heard. 'A guy
just wasn't supposed to get caught!' He sobbed, thinking 'How
will I be able to live in this house any longer?'
Ann was castigating herself for causing her son such embarrassment, but
at the same time a vague plan began to form in her mind.

'I can do it,' she thought, 'he won't argue . . . I can make
the both of us happy beyond our wildest dreams . . .'

"Honey?" she said, "Everybody does it. I do it, your sister does
it, your friends, boys and girls do it. Everybody at one time or
another pleases themselves this way and you are no different, so please
don't feel ashamed or embarrassed okay?" He hand was caressing his
thigh and she detected some movement in his flaccid cock.

His eyes grew wide on hearing his mother's words. 'Everybody does
it?' He saw her face and she was smiling at him and for the first
time he felt her hand upon him.
'What's going on?' He wondered.
Ann took a chance. "I can see that you're nicely developed down
there."
Davy's legs parted slightly. His mother took the towel gingerly in
her hand and glanced at it. "Is this what you clean up with
afterward?'
His eyes cast downward, he could only nod.
"That's all right. I prefer that to having to change the sheets
everyday."
Davy's cock twitched two then three times and began to swell.
Ann licked her lips and said, "Oh God! I love to look at a man's
cock. Yes Davy a man's cock. You have one and you should be proud of
it. Here, let me see it," And she took it in her hand and turned it
palm up so she could closely examine it.
Davy leaned back on his elbows and watched her. Half pensive, half
curious he saw he eyes widen; heard her say, "See the veins running
up it and the head . . . mmmmm, so soft and velvety."
"Mmmmm, just look at that tip. " Ann bent forward and allowed her
tongue to flicker over the eye at his center. Davy went rigid, not
believing what was transpiring.
"And ohhh, these balls of yours . . . so hard and tight." Davy had
never bothered to fondle his own balls and now his mother was doing it
and it felt fantastic!
Ann moved on, holding his hardening shaft in her left hand and stroking
it, while cupping his balls with the other.
"Mmmmm, where's your jelly?'
"Jelly?" Davy replied, not understanding her.
"Lubricant, you must use it to grease up."
"Oh, yeah . . ." and reaching to the nightstand beside his bed he
handed his mother a tube of hand lotion.
"This is good, but I should buy you some KY Jelly, its much
better," she said beginning to apply it. "Mmmmm, let's make it
all slick. Like a wet pussy. Have you ever seen a wet pussy?"
Watching her actions intently, hoping he'd recall each step later on,
he could only manage a one-syllable reply. "No."
We'll remedy that later," she smiled up at him, looking him right
in the eye.
'Did I hear what I thought I heard?' He asked himself. His mind
refused to accept her words and shut it out, Davy would never recall
that she uttered those words, not even after they had fucked for
months.
Ann squeezed some more lotion on the crown of his cock. "Gee," she
said gaily, "that looks like your come."
She laughed, giddily and louder this time; and paused to rub the lotion
over the tip of his cock. Taking her time, she worked it in the length
of his cock.
"Oh, look how hard it's getting. I love that!" She cried
gleefully. The long draught between sexual partners was over," she
told herself; and placed both her hands on his now fully erect prick
and began to masturbate him.
 "Oh, I really love that," she said as his cock jerked in her hand
as it rose up and down at a faster pace.
"Oh god, I really love this!"
Davy groaned.
"Don't you dare come!" Ann warns him, fearing he'll come too
soon for her to fully enjoy her work.
Too insure that Davy didn't come she gripped the base of his cock
tightly in her hand, cutting down his circulation and thereby staved
off his coming. After a brief halt in the action, Ann resumed the
masturbation, this time applying her hand to just the head of his cock;
rubbing, squeezing and darting her tongue out to give it the occasional
lick. "Mmmm, I love the head . . . it's so spongy and resilient."
Davy was only now beginning to realize his good fortune and lay back
and tried to relax and enjoy his mother's masturbatory techniques.
Her hand was now slowly working his cock up and down. "If I had a
cock of my own," she cooed, "I'd play with it everyday. Do you
play with it every day?"
"Mmmm, yes."
"More than once?" She asked merely to tease him.
"Um, yes."
"How many times?" She asked and gave him a hard squeeze just below
the corona.
He gulped and almost choked. "It varies. Three, sometimes five
times."
"Five times? That's wonderful. Do you like what I'm doing?"
"Oh, yeah!"
Ann grew more excited and began alternating her hands, sliding first
one and then the other down his shaft, squeezing him at the base each
time, hoping to prolong his eventual ejaculation. Each hand then rising
up to cup his crown before the other hand relived it to slide down and
then up. Only to massage the tip once again before relinquishing his
cock to her other hand.
"When you come, Davy . . . " Ann noted that his eyes were closed.
"Davy did you hear me?"
"Huh?" His eyes opened and he looked at her.
She had to lick her lips, they felt parched, "When you come, just how
far does it shoot?"
"Um, I guess this one will really fly. I can't ever . . . I mean,
I've never been this hot before."
"Will it reach my face?"
"Yeah, easy . . . maybe the wall."
Ann glanced over her shoulder at the wall. It was eight feet away.
'Could he possible reach it?' she wondered. 'My god, what force
he must have in his young cock.'
She wrapped both hands around him, squeezing the middle of his
glistening shaft. The precum was oozing from his tip and Ann licked it
away and smiled at him. "I love your cock; I really and truly love
it!"
She began to jerk him faster and faster. "It's the most beautiful
one I've ever seen."
"I'm going crazy on it," she said to no one in particular and
returned to her two-handed grip, her hands a blur as she strove to get
him to come. He groaned. She laughed and let a hand drop away, but her
level of speed remained about the same.
Ann found she was gasping for breath with all the exertion required to
maintain her actions. "Don't you dare come now," she said sternly
and increased her pace.
"Oh, yeah!" she moaned, Oh, yeah!" Ann shook her head causing her
long hair to whip over her shoulder. "I want to play with this cock
all the time!" she shouted for all the world to hear.
Suddenly Ann decided to slow things down. She took the time to closely
examine his cock again, burning the memory of it into her brain.
Without looking, Ann knew she was soaking wet down below and would be
ramming her vibrator in there in a few minutes to bring herself off,
but right now she was in her glory; with a rigid cock in her hand. She
returned to the two-handed grip, gliding up and down; then pulled his
cock against her breasts, and in the process staining her blouse with
the lotion. A fleeting thought crossed her mind, 'Will that stuff
come out? Oh who cares?'
"Jesus," she said in a dreamy voice, "I want this way inside of
me . . . way inside of me.
"Mom, I can't hold off much longer." Davy lay there on his back,
his entire body as rigid as his cock, knowing he was going to blast off
to the moon in a very few seconds. No matter what his mother said, he
knew he couldn't hold off much longer, in fact, as glorious as it
was, had lasted longer than any time he could recall, except for that
first time.
He opened his eyes and saw his mother rubbing him against her breasts
and felt it coming from his balls . . . there was no way he could stop
it now!
Worse! She had it by her mouth now, rubbing it over her lips! Was that
what a blow job was? He wondered even as he began to erupt.
Ann knew he was coming. Could feel it roaring through the shaft and
opened her mouth and captured the first line of Davy's ejaculation on
the roof of her mouth. She was so excited that her hand --- still
holding him tightly --- shifted just enough to direct the second and
more forceful blast into her eye, blinding her for the moment. But she
didn't release him from her grip; kept stroking him, laughing
joyously all the while.
Davy's third and fourth bursts soared up into Ann's hair and truth
be told might have come close to reaching the wall had she not been
deflecting them.
Rubbing her eye with one hand, Ann bent down and took the head of his
cock in her mouth and laved it with her tongue, then sucked the
remaining sperm from his cock.
Perhaps another two minutes passed with Ann licking and lapping
Davy's semen before she realized he was becoming uncomfortable.
"I have to get cleaned up," she told him. You got me in the eye and
it burns some, so I should rinse it out, call me it you need anything.
Then she willed herself to walk and not run to the master bath where
she rubbed her eye with one hand and fingered herself to a frenzied
orgasm with the other.
Later, Ann washed out her eye and was about to check to see if she had
all the necessary ingredient for dinner when she heard Davy call out,
"Mommy! Mommy! I need you!"
Ann ran to his room and was stunned to see him in relatively the same
position on the bed, holding a formidable hardon out to her.
"Look what came up, Mom."
Ann smiled and went to join him. And Davy got to know first hand
exactly what a blow job was. He wasn't disappointed.