NINE
MEMORABLE DAYS (CHAPTERS 7-10)
(1st,
MF-Mf-mF-mf-mult, con, inc, het-bi-group, exhib)
Part
Two – Day Two - Saturday
Chapter 7: Caroline Herschfeldt
"Would
you like a drink Justin?"
The
shock made me jump. The voice was female, soft and sensuous. As she breathed
the words out with a husky voice I wanted to turn quickly and see the speaker,
but nerves got the better of me, as of course they would. Eventually though I
just had to, and after several agonising seconds I turned slowly to my left,
looked in the direction of the voice and saw her in the open doorway. She was
an ash-blonde; the robe she wore clung tightly to an exquisite figure that
radiated sexuality with every step as she walked towards the front gate.
All
I had to do was say yes, one word, after all the invitation had come from her.
But it may as well have been fifty. It didn't even make any difference that she
seemed to recognise me because I certainly didn't remember her.
"You
were miles away Justin. Did you hear what I said about a drink?"
I
still couldn't answer. This should have been a dream come true for someone like
me, a true aficionado of the female form. Instead I was totally tongue-tied
which, of course, is a usual condition for me. Yes I was a stuttering,
stammering, nervous wreck just looking at the way the short robe - belted
tightly around her mid-riff like it was - highlighted the firm roundness of her
breasts and showed off her fabulous legs. Well really, mum was one thing but a
sophisticated woman of the world like this extraordinary woman was something
else entirely.
"I'm
not going to bite. You remember me don't you? Caroline Herschfeldt, you used to
deliver my papers."
I
thought for several seconds as I finally managed, with extreme willpower, to
look her in the eye for the first time. Realizing I did know her after all, I
smiled and finally managed a nod of the head.
"Well,
we're not going to get a drink from here are we?" She grabbed my hand and
pulled me up the angled pathway towards the open front door of her house.
"And I'm sure you could do justice to a glass of orange juice."
Now
I really was beginning to wonder what was going on with my life. First there
was yesterday morning, and then last night, both with my mother, and both which
probably didn't count where a young man's sex life was concerned. Now there was
this poised, cultured and classy woman who could have been right at home on a
catwalk modelling designer clothes from the great fashion designers of the
world and who called herself Caroline Herschfeldt. Just what would someone of
this lady's obvious class and breeding want with an unremarkable, decidedly
ordinary and extremely shy young man like me?
"I'll
wait on the porch, no sense me wearing these dirty runners on your nice
carpet," I finally stammered over a period of several seconds.
"Oh
you can talk then." She stared, the beginnings of a smile showing
on her face. "And you won't wait there, you can always take them off you
know."
She
watched me smile at that last remark. Then she moved to one side as she waited
for me to take them off before motioning me inside.
"I'll
get you something to wipe yourself down with." She disappeared momentarily
and came back with a yellow towel. Then she watched with fascination as I
rubbed myself down. "The kitchens through there." She pointed to an
archway at the end of the hall.
We
sat down at the table with Caroline on my left. I kind of expected her to behave
suggestively because of her previous mischievous expression and she didn't let
me down. Instead of facing towards the table, she faced towards me as if she
wanted to give me a good view of her legs. Then when she crossed them one over
the other two or three times I knew I was right. Just like I knew that she was
teasing me, gauging my reaction.
"You're
a fine looking boy Justin." She looked at me and smiled. "Though I
should say young man, not boy. You're so handsome with your dark hair and blue
eyes, and you look so much fitter and healthier, and so very strong.”
The
breathless way she spoke was clearly meant to be an indication of the way I
affected her, of the way she felt, and had I been more confident, more sure of
myself I may have taken advantage.
Then
suddenly she reached across and beckoned me to bend my arm at the elbow, before
asking me to clench my fist and tense the muscles of my arm before feeling my
biceps between her thumb and index finger. I felt a cold shiver go right
through me, and even though I tried to tell myself that it was just my arm it
was still kind of exciting. Well it was to me, and I guess it was at that point
that I could've tried something, but that would've been totally out of
character.
Caroline
sat forward, rested her elbows on the table and cradled her head in her
outstretched thumbs as she clasped her fingers in front of her chin. "Look
I'm not going to say that I don't remember the way you looked when you
delivered my papers because I do. But that's exactly what makes the changes in
you so very exciting. Just what did you do to get your … er … body in the shape
it is now?"
"Running
and … er … working out mostly with a diet recommended by my doctor. M-m-my
parents l-let me keep some gym stuff in the garage."
"What
sort of stuff?" She uncrossed and crossed her legs again, this time her
dressing gown separated high on her thigh. The split had almost reached the
point of no return.
"Mum
and dad let me keep some stuff in the garage. It's the usual thing, I have a
treadmill for running and one of those machines where I lay on my back, do
weights and a combination of other power and lifting exercises."
I
could only watch as she looked down at her legs and then into my eyes, holding
me in her unblinking half-smiling stare. Then a thought occurred to me as she
caught me helplessly in her mesmerizing gaze, it was a thought I knew was wrong
but just couldn't help. Not that I had any illusions that I was the only guy
who would entertain such a thought. It's just that I inevitably felt guiltier
than most other guys would. You see I began wondering whether she was wearing
any panties, any underwear at all underneath her robe. It was a not unexpected
thought, and one that had been on my mind ever since those episodes with my
mother. Oh I know I keep mentioning them but they are after all my only sexual
experience outside of masturbation. Anyway, I tried to reason with myself about
why it was perfectly normal to think about the way sexy women dress and whether
or not they wore underwear. No, it's bra and panties I told myself, thinking
that underwear sounded so clinical and nonsexual.
"I
suppose that you wouldn't have any trouble--" she grinned and ran her
tongue along her top lip "--hhmmmm, lifting someone like me would you
Justin?" The words rolled sensuously from her lips in a teasing but
friendly fashion.
I
took a long slow sip of the orange juice to collect my thoughts, I had to
simply to take my mind off the woman and the direction the conversation was
taking.
"I
also have one other piece of equipment that I use for exercise," I said
realising too late that it was entirely the wrong thing to say.
Caroline
stifled a laugh, but not before she managed to distract me. "I really am
sorry Justin, it's just that my mind, sharp as it is, sometimes considers the
more, shall we say, baser things in life and you do manage to say the damnedest
things, now please carry on."
"My
f-f-father erected some … er … bars on the back wall of the garage. I have a pair
of ankle grips that I feed through one of the bars at a point around ten feet
off the ground." I stopped momentarily as if expecting some kind of sexual
innuendo, when none was forthcoming I carried on. "I use those to hang
upside down, then I try and touch my toes."
"How
many would you do about fifteen or twenty?"
I
nodded. It was coming I knew it, but such was the effect of Caroline
Herschfeldt’s sexual innuendo's I couldn't help but provide the answer she
wanted. "I usually try to increase it by one or two each day."
"I'll
just bet those last five or six would be a lot easier if their was a little
reward waiting each time you made it!" She put a hand on her knee and ran
it the whole length of her thigh until I saw all of her leg and most of her
right hip. "I remember you when you were doing that paper round, you were
just a heavy kid, now look at you, three stone lighter with muscles where all
of those fat cells used to be." She looked at my glass, which was empty.
"Would you like another drink? There's no more orange juice, but I do have
a six pack of plain mineral water."
I
watched the way she was looking at me, watched as her gaze travelled from my
feet and stopped at the front of the shorts I was wearing. A tight fit at the
best of times they felt even more uncomfortable thanks to a growing problem
caused by her spectacular legs and my vivid imagination. After a few seconds
delay she continued her inspection until finally her gaze met mine.
"Mineral
water will be fine Mrs. Herschfeldt."
When
she went to the fridge my gaze was drawn to the hem of her dressing gown like a
magnet. I watched her bend from the waist instead of the knee, something I
suspect she would never do in any other situation, saw the hem of her dressing
gown rise significantly exposing her legs high up the thigh. I knew she was
teasing me, trying to get me more excited than I was already. It seemed to be
the deliberate act of a sexually enlightened woman. And if she was also the
sensible woman of the world with the fashion-model looks she portrayed herself
to be then maybe she...? But the whole idea seemed too preposterous for words
and of course I rejected it.
"Are
you doing anything tomorrow afternoon?" She handed over the bottle of
mineral water and stood in front of me. Then she leant forward, gripped my
shoulders in each hand and began to give me a gentle massage.
"N-N-No,
why?"
This
whole thing was proving to be extraordinary. First their was the ongoing sexual
games, then she was leaning forward massaging my shoulders as she allowed her
dressing gown to open out revealing a deep and tantalising cleavage that
stopped just short of exposing either areola or nipple, and now there was an
invitation to come back.
"Nothing
to worry about Justin. It's just an idea I want to discuss and I don't have
time now because my husband will be getting out of bed shortly and it would be
better discussed when he goes away, which he does tomorrow morning."
As
if I didn't have enough to think about, now she wanted me to be there when her
husband was away. Hell maybe the idea I'd contemplated before wasn't so
far-fetched after all.
"All
right Mrs. Herschfeldt," I said finally, "I'll drop in. What
time?"
"I'd
rather you call me Caroline, and if you make it two-o-clock my husband will be
long gone by then."
As
soon as I walked out of the house there was something I couldn't think of,
something that had come to my mind, something that was virtually on the tip of
my tongue. I was sure that I knew her from somewhere besides the paper round,
but what it was I just couldn't remember. I did have a feeling though that it
would go a long way towards explaining the reason for the invitation.
After
leaving Caroline Herschfeldt's house I continued on my usual Saturday morning
route to Oaktree road where I turned right. The reason for a different course
at the weekend was that the girl in the short shorts never appeared, and
because of the desire for some different scenery I began jogging south along a
path that took me past a distinguished looking two story house on Hawke Street,
that as can be seen turned out to be Caroline Herschfeldt's.
I
ran north up Oaktree Road and didn't see anything that was in any way as
exciting as Caroline, not that I really expected to, I mean she would be a
pretty hard act to follow unless that person happened to be that girl in the
short shorts.
At
the Shearers Arms I turned right and kept going until I reached the railway
line where another right turn took me into Railway Road. That led me past a
public housing estate and the back of the station. From there it was on towards
Morrison Street where I turned right towards a small group of shops.
Running
can be some sort of a distraction especially when my mind runs away with all
sorts of lecherous thoughts, as of course it does on a regular basis, but this
morning it was a way to make me forget the sexual thoughts that seemed to
occupy my almost every waking moment - and a good proportion of the sleeping
ones - of my day. And I had succeeded until I was halfway down Morrison, at
which point a couple of young dark haired girls who looked enough alike to be
identical twins and were dressed in tight fitting short skirts and singlets
attracted my attention. They managed this from the other side of the road by
waving and then bending over to flash their cute and really tight-fitting white
panties in my direction.
Unfortunately
I found the sight so pleasantly distracting that I ran headlong into the young
girl I'd followed on all of those weekday mornings. I was shattered. Here was
the girl of all my fantasies and wet dreams and I had barrelled into her like a
runaway freight train while perving at two girls on the other side of the road.
Surely any chance I had with such a beautiful young lady was gone.
I
watched as she staggered around trying desperately to maintain her balance
before falling, rather inelegantly, to the ground.
I
was quick to help her up. "I r-really am s-s-sorry m-miss, I d-didn't
s-see you. I d-do hope y-y-you're okay?"
God
that was embarrassing, a sentence that should have taken no more than six or
seven seconds took all of about twenty-five to get out. Now what chance did I
have of getting a date with the girl after an exhibition like that, even if I
could manage the question?
"If
you'd been watching where you were going instead of at those two across the
road, you'd have seen me." She ran her hands lightly over her sexy figure,
tilted her head to the side until her ear was almost resting on her right
shoulder, squinted her eyes and stared at me. The beginnings of a smile
appeared and she nodded her head. "I'm fine, nothing broken.
"I
do however have a small confession to make, this was planned." She was
laughing now, a friendly laugh though. "Surely you don't think that
yesterday morning was the first time I knew that you were following me."
She smiled beautifully as her chubby cheeks turned slightly red. "I've
known for a while that you were following me and I decided that if you weren't
going to do something then it was time I did. I thought it was time I got to
know the person behind the body that you've done so much work with in the last
few months."
"You
m-mean that you p-planned this little…?"
"Of
course! You don't think those cute twin girls running past at exactly that time
was a coincidence do you? Or that them flashing cute white panties was
accidental?"
Just
then I saw the proof when she waved to the twin girls as they came out of the
hot-bread shop.
"See
what I mean?"
Her
smile was natural; it gave me as much cause for hope as her little confession
did. Not knowing what else to do I held out my hand and watched the girl as she
took it. "J-J-Justin R-Robertson is my name and if I'd s-seen you it
wouldn't have been n-necessary to look across the road."
"My
names Vikki Thompson." She ran across the road and waited with hands on
hips and a cheeky grinned plastered across her face. "You've checked me
out," she patted her right hip, "see anything you like?"
She
was wearing, a short navy blue netball skirt, navy blue sports bra and matching
bloomers that covered barely half of her bottom-cheeks. She held her skirt high
so that her bikini bloomers were completely visible and twirled around to give
me a good look.
Of
course I did who wouldn't. What I saw was an attractive girl with long brown
hair who didn't make fun of me and seemed to even like me a little and even had
the patience to wait and listen through all of my nervous stammering. "All
of it!" I finally managed without a stammer for once.
Oh
I liked all of it all right, and especially that arse, that wonderfully rounded
bottom of hers that I wanted to touch, to hold and caress, to take in my hands
and squeeze as I pulled her to me. Oh she was beautiful, and this girl I'd
dreamt about in my wildest fantasies had a name now, Vikki Thompson. How simple
life would be if she would go out with me. I mean surely she wouldn't have gone
to such trouble if she weren't as keen on me as… But no, there was no sense
thinking things like that with a track record like mine. And as was my usual
practice I began dismissing such positive thoughts immediately even though this
should have been a guilt edged invitation that even somebody like me couldn't
fail to take advantage of.
"You
look hot, the least I can do is buy you cold drink," I finally stammered
out after several seconds.
Now
there were no more thoughts of the lecherous behaviour of Caroline Herschfeldt,
my mind was entirely focused on Vikki Thompson.
I
ran across the street, thankful for even these few minutes with such an
attractive girl. She couldn't have been much more than 17, the perfect age for
a girl for... I stopped, there was no sense in building up hope even though her
actions had given me cause, after all I still had to tell her about my
fantasies, the sort of life I'd like to live and the sort of girl I'd need to
live that life with me. I guess I kind of figured that once she heard about my
desires and fantasies that would be the end of any chance I had with the
gorgeous, sexy, Vikki Thompson.
I
guess I should have been clued in by the way she dressed, by those two cute and
sexy twin girls and, most importantly, by all of the goings-on in this town.
But Julie Morris and girls like her had seen to it that I couldn't be logical
where relationships with the opposite sex were concerned.
"Mum
says that I'm a natural exhibitionist who loves showing off her body, that
wearing this outfit will have all the boys following me. Dad says that if they
don't there'd have to be something wrong with them," said Vikki grinning
as she walked into the shop alongside me. "I guess that begs the question,
is there anything wrong with you?"
Even
someone as shy as me couldn’t miss such an invitation and I couldn't resist
saying, "N-not the last time I checked, and if that m-m-means that you're
asking me to run w-with you, th-then y-yes I will."
We
went into the shop giggling a little too loudly for some of the customers.
Especially a middle aged lady who left the shop muttering away about the young
of today and the way they dress as she shot a black look at both of us, and
especially Vikki who of course simply giggled even more as we took two plain mineral
waters and drank them on our way.
Vikki
grabbed my hand - even that was enough to make my pulse race - and continued to
hold it as we turned into High Street, turned off at Marks Close and entered
the park from Markham Circuit and did two laps on the footpath that circled it,
maintaining, well it seemed that way to me, a comfortable silence.
By
the time we left the park it was around a quarter to eight, a slow jog to
Blackfoot Circle where Vikki lived took until eight thirty. It was then that I
summoned up all of the courage I didn't think I possessed and asked her out.
"Sorry
Justin, I'm busy tonight. Going to a party at the house of those two girls you
couldn't keep your eyes off when you knocked me over."
Now
I was a shattered boy, all I could do then was shrug my shoulders and bemoan
that things didn't change very much, my hopes, raised so high before, had been
crushed, she obviously didn't need a date, not with a party to go to, all she
needed apparently was some company on her morning run. I guess I should have
been used to a negative response but even so a negative response was hard to
accept time after time.
My
disappointment must have shown because she started laughing. "Come here
silly." She took both my hands and pulled me closer. "I really am
busy tonight, but that doesn't mean I'm busy tomorrow night."
"You
mean that you'll…?" I smiled, my excitement contagious as Vikki responded
by pulling me against the soft forgiving flesh of her body. "You'll go out
with me? But doesn't party mean young friends? And doesn't young friends mean a
boyfriend?"
I
was searching, fishing for any reason why such a beautiful girl would want to
go out with someone like me. I was tempted to say 'a loser like me' but I was
now trying to stay positive to the small ray of hope Vikki Thompson had just
given me.
"Yes
a party mean young friends, and young friends mean just that, friends whose
company I enjoy, friends I can have fun with. And yes I do have a boyfriend of
sorts, a boyfriend I'd… But that’s a story for another time when we have more
to spare. And anyway life's too short to do anything but enjoy it, too short to
confuse love with having a good time." She gave me a peck on the lips.
"As for going out with you, of course I will.
"You
know," she smiled that winning smile again and pressed herself even harder
against my body, "I've been waiting for weeks for you to get up the
courage to ask me out, but you never did. All you did was follow me and stare
at my bottom." She gave me another kiss on the lips, this one slightly
longer and a little more passionate which sent a lightning bolt right through
my whole body. "Why do you think I went to all the trouble of finding out
which way you run on a Saturday morning, went to all the trouble of organising
that little accident if I didn't want to go out with you?" Then she kissed
me again. "You silly boy! Now where do you want to meet?"
"Well
we could go to the pictures and have a drink afterwards."
My
heart was racing as she continued to push herself against me and allowed a hand
to trail over my bottom. I was enjoying the feeling of having her in my arms,
the thrill of her firm breasts pressing against my chest and the excitement of
my erect penis pressing against her groin. The question was how would she feel,
would she sense the slight hint of embarrassment mixed in with all my other
feelings? So I waited to see if she would move away a little, but she didn't,
if anything she tried to press me closer, a dead giveaway to anybody but me.
"And
I insist on picking you up from your door."
Now
I wanted to hold Vikki's bottom the same way she was holding mine but natural
timidity on my part stopped me. 'Give it time' I told myself as I held the
small of her back instead.
"All
right, the pictures it is. But I pick the place for coffee. There's this really
cool coffee bar in the Town Square, they play some really great music and all
the kids go there and we have fun there. What do you say?"
"As
long as I'm with you what more is there to say?"
One
final lingering kiss and she was off and running in a flurry of navy blue.
Chapter 9: Just Another Saturday Morning - Not!
I
walked in the back door grinning from ear to ear. I couldn't help it, finally life
was looking up, and it was beginning to have some purpose at last. My parents
who were sitting at the kitchen table looked slightly perplexed. Now I could
understand that of course, after all happiness and a sense of satisfaction
weren't usually a part of my everyday demeanour.
I
was about to head for the upstairs bathroom for a shower after my morning run
when my father called me back with a friendly rebuke. "Just where do you
think your going? And if it's the bathroom, would you like your mother to go
with you?"
That
mum had told him what happened yesterday wasn't in question obviously. The
question was just how much had she told him? Then I took one look at his
ear-to-ear grin and knew she'd told him everything. Not that I should have
expected anything different, especially when you have parents as honest as
mine, parents who enjoy the sexually free relationship they do.
"It's
all right." He grabbed me by the wrist and sat me down in a chair near my
mother. "A little fun within the bosom--" he looked pointedly down at
mum's chest "--of your family never did anybody any harm, and besides,
it's all good clean fun. And anyway, judging by the way your mother was
boasting about a certain physical attribute of yours you're going to make your
old man a little jealous. But that's enough of that, let's talk about you
coming in here grinning like a Cheshire cat. Now suppose you sit down and tell
us all about it."
It
was difficult for me not to rush into the story but I tried to stay calm as I
attempted to explain about how I literally bumped into Vikki to my father, a
veritable giant of a man with dark hair, a slight beer gut and a very jolly
manner. I started with how I hadn't been able to help looking at those two
young girls as I bumped into Vikki and finished with the date we'd made for
tomorrow night. I even told them how Vikki had engineered the whole thing.
"Well,
well, well, Mary did you hear that? Our boy has a date with a girl." Dad
stood up and walked around the table until he was standing behind my mother,
then using his considerable strength he turned her chair around while she was
sitting in it until she was facing me. "You know Mary,” he said as he
began to massage her shoulders, “it looks like all that attention you’ve been
paying him has had the desired effect."
"Oh
be quiet Louis," said my mother turning her head in his direction.
"See Justin," she said turning back to look at me, "now if this
Vikki Thompson saw something in you then others will too. Now will you
forget about Julie Morris and all of those bitchy things she said?"
I
smiled and nodded.
Suddenly
dad turned his attention back to me. "I'll bet she's good looking too. You
didn't tell us what she looked like Justin." He turned back to my mother
and nudged her gently in the ribs. "She must be really pretty otherwise I
don't think he'd be so keen to tell us about her, would he Mary?"
"Oh
leave the poor lad alone Louis, after all the bad times at school, and
especially after that Julie Morris incident, he deserves…"
"That
fucking little cunt, honestly I didn’t think that…"
"LOUIS!"
It was clearly a warning about his language. My mother turned from dad to look
me. She smiled. It was a smile full of the love only a mother could have for
her son. "I hope everything works out for you because you certainly
deserve it sweetheart."
"Not
to mention the opportunity to get his end in, throw a leg, and enjoy the
greatest of all indoor sports. FUCKING!" Added my father before he turned
in my direction. "And of course you'll get the opportunity to do
everything your mother taught you." He winked at me. "Naturally if
you need some further tips your mother and I will be only to glad to help,
won't we dear? After all fucking is about the only thing the pair of us could
teach successfully."
I
watched mum go red in the face, it was a good look with her brunette hair
colour, but the lascivious expression caused by the way her mouth turned and
her tongue poked out of the corner told me that she wanted to, and that she was
hoping my father was serious. Then she spoke rather cautiously. "I don't
know Louis, after what I told you about yesterday, whether you're serious or
not but I guess where the happiness of our boy is concerned we can make
sacrifices. That is if you are serious?"
Mum
wore a nightie but no dressing gown; the lacy almost see-through garment had a
tie at the neck that was undone. The nightie didn’t do much to hide those
familiar slender curves or the breasts that I had so enjoyed the look and feel
of; neither did it make it easy for me to look my mother in the eye.
I
was nervous about being my parent's sexual pupil. After all the previous day
with mum had been bad enough even though I had eventually relaxed and enjoyed
it. I just didn't know if I could face doing the same things with my mother in
front of dad. "I don't know about that, I mean after what happened before
I met Vikki, it may not be necessary." My gaze was wandering from my
father to my mother, except that every time I looked at mum my eyes drifted
down to her breasts and those pert nipples that were pushing against the sheer
material. "I met this woman before I bumped into Vikki, and she invited me
in for a drink. Then she invited me back tomorrow afternoon to discuss
something, now I may be no expert but I think that she has plans on my
education too, if tomorrow afternoon goes as I expect."
I
noticed my father looking intently at me every time my gaze wandered in the
direction of mum, which was hardly surprising because he must have noticed that
I was spending more time talking to her breasts than I was to her.
"He
doesn’t think that'll be necessary Mary." He turned back to me and smiled.
Then he said in a stage whisper, "Did you know that your mother is the
biggest show-off, the biggest exhibitionist I've ever met. Mary likes to have
people look at her naked body, she thinks that what's happening in this country
and in this city is just the best thing that ever happened? Did you know that I
like people to look at her naked too, that sometimes when we play strip poker
with Karen and Allan Simpson, Melanie Collins and her boyfriend Mark James and
Jane and Noel Morris that your mother sometimes tries to lose just so she can
be the first one undressed. Now that's a given, and there's nothing wrong with
that because I'm proud of your mother's body."
"Louis
really! I'm sure that Justin doesn’t need to…"
Then
my father put his hands under mum's armpits and eased her out of the chair.
"I'm sure he does, and so do I." He reached down, gripped the hem of
mum’s nightie in both hands and lifted it up and off her body leaving her stark
naked as she sat down again. "It would be a shame to hide such beauty all
the time, don't you think Justin?" I watched my father take a breast in
each hand as he spoke. "And we are family after all."
I
was staggered, this was a development I'd hardly expected, but I thought what
the hell, maybe it was better to give him an answer he wanted. So as I grinned
broadly I said with a lot more confidence than I would have been able to manage
even two hours ago, "Yeah dad, especially a gorgeous woman like mum."
Having
settled that, dad turned to me and laughed as he continued to massage my
mother’s breasts. "Now son tell us all about tomorrow afternoon and
whoever is going to help your sex education, just who is she and is she as
pretty as your mother. Is this girl as pretty as your mother? More to the point
will this girl you're going out with know the type of lifestyle you want, the
sort of relationship you'd like, and if she does, will she like it?"
I
looked to each of my parents in turn. "The woman is someone I knew from
that paper round I used to do. But that's not all of it, there’s something
about her name that I can't put my finger on. As for the other questions, no I
don't think the woman or Vikki are any prettier. And yes I will tell Vikki if
things go further than just tomorrow night. I guess with the way you brought me
up I certainly wouldn't consider doing anything else. And as for how she’d
react--" I remembered what Vikki had said about not confusing love with
having a good time, "--well maybe it might be surprising."
"I
hope your right young man, this could give family dinners at our house a whole
new meaning!" said my father as he squeezed each nipple between a thumb
and index finger while he massaged mum's breasts with the other three fingers
of each hand.
Now
I watched as my father eased mum out of the chair again and sat down himself
before sitting his mother on his lap with her back against his chest and her
legs outside his giving me the best beaver shot I’d seen in my young life. (Yes
that even included all of yesterdays incredible events). God I was horny now,
and why wouldn't I be? Plus my father was making it more and more impossible as
he began stroking her cunt - God I love that word, even if I tried not to think
it or use it - with the middle finger of his left hand and massaging one of her
breasts with his other hand.
Then
my father looked up as he continued to toy with mum's naked body. "What's
this woman's name, maybe we can help out? Oh and feel free to join in anytime,
your mum still has one tit free.”
I
didn't move immediately, well how could I? It would feel funny to touch my
mother in a sexual way with my father around. Somehow though I got the feeling
that if I didn't this time the question would come up again.
"Her
name is Caroline Herschfeldt."
My
parents had looked as if they were in a world of their own, which was hardly
surprising considering what my father was doing with his finger, but the mention
of her name brought them both back to earth.
"GOOD
GOD! Did you hear that Louis darling," said mum as she pushed her vagina
against my father’s probing finger, "Caroline Herschfeldt?" She
turned her head and kissed my father passionately as she began to play with her
own breasts. "I think he really will get an education tomorrow
afternoon."
I
didn't really understand. That there was something strange about the woman I
knew already, but mum and dad knowing her was entirely unexpected. And it seemed
they knew her well enough to know that I looked like getting a lot more than I
could have bargained for, or even hoped for in my wildest imagination.
My
father stood up then, took mum’s hand and motioned towards the door that led to
the stairs. "Maybe we should go to our bedroom and show Justin the
picture."
The
picture - it was positioned above the head of the bed - wasn’t anything I’d
taken a lot of notice of on the few times I had been in their bedroom and I
certainly hadn’t taken any notice of it yesterday afternoon. This time I took a
closer look while my father sat down next to my reclining mother and began to
play with her breasts.
The
picture had a young girl in the top left corner on a balance beam doing a
handstand in the splits position. In the top right was a man playing snooker
while in the centre were three smaller images of table tennis, ten-pin bowling
and basketball. However it was the image that occupied the whole of the bottom
third of the picture that grabbed my attention, it was of a naked man and woman
having sex in the missionary position, the man’s erect penis could be clearly
seen half in and half out of the woman’s vagina. At the bottom just above the
frame was the title. 'The Best of All Indoor Sports'!
"Take
a closer look at the balance beam in the top left corner of the painting and
you should see a signature. See if you can tell me what name it reads,"
said my father stopping long enough to look at me and point at the picture.
"Go on son, take a look."
I
did, not that it was really necessary; I was already pretty certain who the
painter was. And one look was all that was needed for confirmation.
"Caroline Herschfeldt of course."
"And
you mean you reckon she's gonna paint a picture of you." My father
laughed, but it wasn’t a nasty laugh, it was more one of disbelief.
"You've always been embarrassed about your body Justin. Even in this house
with just us, I mean look at you, with a physique that six months ago you could
only dream of and yet you're too scared to show it off." He winked at mum.
"At least until yesterday. I guess that you know now thanks to your mum
just what some women think when they see you, how their minds would react. To
some, all they need is to get a quick look at you in those tight shorts and the
sight of that thing between your legs to start their pussies dripping; with
others it's your physique. I'll bet you wouldn't even be game to take your
clothes off here and now, show off that body of yours for your mother's
benefit."
"Louis
really!" Now I don’t think that it’s absolutely…" She had sat up and
put hands on hips, and was trying her best to sound upset, at which she failed
abysmally as her serious expression broke into a grin. "All right I might
be prepared to admit that I wouldn’t be unhappy to see Justin's marvellous cock
again. And maybe two cocks would be better than one, but only if your sure
honey. I mean friends are one thing but Justin is family."
"Sure!
Of course I’m sure, incest is legal remember. He might be our son but he has a
cock, and from what you say, one that it would be most unfair to deprive you
of. Just like I wouldn't expect you to deprive me of some our lovely daughter's
peachy little cunt."
"Oh
I couldn't do that Louis, after all hasn't she told us over the phone that she
craves some hot cock as a change from all of that pussy she's enjoying at
school, and that she especially wants family cock!"
"Sounds
good to me, you know I reckon she'll get all the cock she can handle, just like
I reckon our boy will get all the cunt he can fuck and then some." Then my
father stood up, gripped me by the shoulders and marched me to the other side
of the bed closest to mum. "If he doesn’t undress himself Mary, or if you
don’t undress him, then I'll do it myself. I want to see in the flesh what
you've been bragging about almost non-stop, and what I can see making a huge
lump in those shorts."
I
was just thinking what else could I do, and was just about to undress when I
felt mum's fingers gripping the waistband of my shorts, felt them being tugged
down along with my underpants.
"There
you are Louis." Said mum triumphantly. She was pulling my T-shirt over my
head just as my shorts and briefs fell to the floor. "You tell me how any
self-respecting slut, how any dedicated nymphomaniac could refuse a weapon like
that?"
My
father just looked as I stepped out of them, his mouth was hanging open and his
eyes were riveted to my cock. I guess he was in shock.
Dad
saw me looking as he probed the outer lips of mum's vagina with an erect penis
that was thicker than mine but around two and a half inches shorter.
"Don’t ever force it in son. You get a woman wet down there it'll slide
home easy enough. Remember it's all about pleasuring your partner, giving her
the satisfaction she deserves. Because I can guarantee you that if she climaxes
one or more times on the fucking you give her she'll return the pleasure to you
tenfold. And a blowjob is just the same," he looked at my cock which was
now more than halfway into mum’s mouth, "you don't ever force your cock
down a woman's throat. Let them take as much as they can. It don't matter if
they take all or half, you'll still get the same pleasure, especially if, like
your mother, they swallow!”
I
still couldn't believe this was happening. So yes, I was still reminding myself
that a matter of roughly twenty-seven hours ago I was playing with myself for
the umpteenth time. Since then I'd seen my mother naked, had her give me three
blow jobs, well two and a sixty-nine if you want to be pedantic. I'd gotten a
date with a girl who promised to be a lot of fun and an appointment with a
woman who paints erotic - some people probably would've said, until recently,
highly pornographic - pictures, and heaven knows where that could lead. And
this morning here I was watching my father fuck my mother! Surely there was
only one thing left for me to experience, and I had a strange feeling that I
might just get a chance at that sooner than later. The question was with whom?
"Sweetest
cunt I've ever fucked." my father was looking at mum as he slowly eased
his cock past her inner lips and all the way home. He was looking at the way
she was taking more and more of my cock into her mouth. "Well ain't that
something, she's gonna do it, she's gonna take it all. Any woman can do that
should be proud." Just then he pointed to my mother’s breasts.
"Talking of things to be proud of, what about those lovely tits?” He
pinched a nipple between his thumb and forefinger, and then began to massage
the tender flesh gently. "Look, you can tell how turned on she is by her
nipples. Hey why don’t you grab one and feel for yourself."
I
didn't even get a chance to do that, just like I hadn't had a chance to
undress; my mother had my hand on her breast in a second. I pressed the palm of
my hand into the firm slightly giving flesh and allowed my fingers to squeeze
gently before using my thumb and index finger to massage the hard erect nipple.
The
whole scene was complete now. Mum on her back with her legs pressed back and
dad fucking her while he squeezed her left breast, her torso twisted towards me
so that she could tilt her head back and take all of my cock deep in her throat
while I played with her right breast.
For
the moment I just looked at mum, looked at this extraordinary woman who was
skewered on my father’s and my cocks. She was certainly a fine looking woman;
she had a sort of down to earth sexiness that was different from Caroline
Herschfeldt's sensual, more erotic beauty and Vikki Thompson’s youthful good
looks, energy and apparent - though as yet unproved - sexual enthusiasm. Then I
looked at the way my father was making love to mum. And it was making
love, not just the grunt and groan fucking I so often associated with those
drawn-out and very often boring sessions that made up the average, at least
until recently, porno film. I looked at the way my father was doing it, at the
sensual rhythms he was building up as he fucked her with a tenderness built out
of his obvious love for her. Finally I watched with my father as we continued
to squeeze her breasts gently, watched as she finally took the last inch of my
cock into her throat and pressed her lips into my curly, black pubic hair.
Lastly I watched as she moved her mouth on and off my cock in a counter rhythm
to my father's fucking, watched as she used a circular grip with her thumb and
index finger to masturbate me to a climax. It was almost overpowering, the
feeling that I was about to blast another load down the throat of my mother.
More so this time because I could feel the sensations of my father fucking,
hear the moans of fulfilment as he began to close in on his orgasm.
"Oh
Jesus!" I said finally managing a few words. "I hope your ready mum
because I’m going to come." I managed to avoid thrusting my cock down her
throat with some difficulty because I wanted to follow my father’s advice and
let mum do the work. "Oh God be ready, because I can’t wait much
longer."
"She’s
ready," said my father, "just look at the way your mother's pushing
herself against me. Look at the way she's sucking your cock and jacking you
off. Your mother wants to bring you off at the same time that she comes because
she knows that I'll be right there with you."
And
that’s what happened. I blasted what seemed to be a never-ending stream down
mum's throat and she took it all without batting an eyelid. Then both my
parents climaxed a split second later and the three of us screamed the place
down with complete abandon and total satisfaction.
After
that my father rolled over next to mum, allowed his cock to flop limply onto
his stomach and spoke to my mother as though nothing had happened.
"Caroline Herschfeldt uhhmm, could you imagine if she painted a picture of
our son getting his leg over with some gorgeous girl, it could be the making of
him, what do you think? Hell, maybe he'll even get to fuck Caroline!" It
was then that he realised that mum still had a grip of my cock and that it was
still hard as a rock. "Jesus aitch Christ! You weren’t joking were
you Mary." Then he turned to me. "Are you really going to her place
tomorrow Justin, will you really be posing for her, for the sort of picture she
paints?"
I
slowly nodded my head. "I guess so. I mean she didn't exactly say so in as
many words, but with the way she was sizing me up and feeling the muscles in my
arms, and especially after seeing this picture it seems unlikely that I would
be going there for any other reason, unlikely that if I was posing that it
would be for any other sort of picture."
My
mother began to stroke my cock in her right hand while she gently toyed with my
fathers in her left. "She doesn't paint any other sort, I can tell you
that much. And if she does paint you then it could be the best thing that ever
happened."
"I
don’t think it'll happen tomorrow mum, I think all we'll be doing is talking
about the idea." I watched as my mother began to increase the speed of her
wanking of my cock. "And anyway a lot will depend on how things go with
Vikki."
Dad
gave me the thumbs up then. "Quite right son, your mother and I know how important
this girl is to you, which is why you have to do the right thing and tell her
the truth from the start. After that anything is possible, especially in an
open relationship, as your mother and I have just proved but you have to be
honest with each other and state your needs and desires from the start, and
from what you said about her engineering your meeting and enjoying a good time
I think you might be right about her." He reached across, placed his hand
on my stomach just above my raging 11-inch hard-on and pushed gently. "Now
fuck off! You've had your fun and I want your mother's sexy body all to myself
for a while."
"Leave
your clothes honey," said my mother as she walked me to the bedroom door,
pressed her naked body against mine and positioned my hard-on against her
stomach as we stood at the open doorway. "She must be a nice girl Justin,
especially if you like her, I just hope she wants the same things you do.”
"Me
to mum, me too." I laughed feeling totally relaxed now. Then I stepped
away and looked down at my erection. "Now while you and dad get … er …
reacquainted I have some business to attend to."
Chapter10: Good and Bad Times At The Local Bowl
I
thought about what to do as I finished the long walk into town. A Saturday
afternoon in this town offered a variety of attractions. There was the usual,
like the cinema, ten-pin bowling, pinball, or more accurately video game,
parlours. Then there was that place with the full size billiard tables and
video games that had the unfortunate name of 'Shoot 'Em Up' that my father and
I frequented quite often and that I often visited alone simply because, at
least up until the last couple of days, I'd had nothing better to do. And then
there was that other, rather upmarket billiard saloon 'Pot Black' that had only
been open a matter of three weeks that I'd thought of visiting.
Of
course I could always visit the hotel. Oh I couldn't get a beer or play the
poker machines, not until October, but I could at least sample the atmosphere
that had changed from the once raucous and rowdy to the now, at least according
to my parents, restrained, more controlled but decidedly more sexual
atmosphere. And then there were a couple of coffee bars that had developed a
reputation for taking advantage of the recent changes.
Naturally
there was always the good old shopping mall, an idea which I immediately
dismissed because of the bad memories of the food court and all that disgusting
cheap and nasty take-away which had been my main source of nutrition, an
expression that was very much a contradiction in terms.
Taking
everything into account. The choice was down to either snooker or ten-pin
bowling, and seeing as I'd spent quite a bit of time in the 'Shoot 'Em Up'
parlour I decided that I would head to the bowl.
The
staff and teaching pros employed at the bowl had begged me to join any number
of the senior leagues, my parents had been willing to pay my fees, take me and
pick me up. But it had been around that time that I'd had my first
confrontation with Julie Morris, that time when I'd decided to put all of my
energy into dieting and exercise.
This
was the first time since those days that I'd been this close to the centre and
I wondered if any of the old staff were still there and whether they would
recognise me. I walked through the open entrance - the doors were propped open
to allow whatever breeze there was to waft through the centre to aid the
ancient and faltering air-conditioning system - turned to the right where I
knew the desk was and came face to breast – figuratively not literally – with
Kim Carver, one of the staff who had been here during my bowling days.
"Well
look at you," said Kim stepping back as she noticed where I was looking.
"And yes all these new laws have resulted in some changes around here as I
think you might have noticed."
Of
course I had. When I had last bowled here the predominantly female staff wore
blouses with light blue and white vertical stripes, navy-blue jackets and
knee-length matching navy skirts. Now the still predominantly female staff,
with of course the exception of the two mechanical guys, wore lacy light blue
bras that veiled but didn't really conceal their nipples and the shortest and
tightest of navy blue shorts that were pulled right up into their crotch in
front and, when Kim turned to model the new style uniform for me, exposed most
of the buttocks in back.
"Gee
Justin, your mum said last week that you'd done really well, but she honestly
didn’t do you justice." She slid her tongue lecherously along her top lip as
she looked me up and down. "I am impressed. Now," she indicated
herself and a young girl I’d never seen before who was dressed in similar
fashion, what do you think?"
What
did I think? I thought that any hope of bowling taking my mind off sex and the opposite
of had disappeared with the sight of the lovely Kim. I looked her up and down,
sizing up a figure that looked slightly less statuesque than my own mother, I
would guess that to the naked eye that if my mother was a 36C, then Kim also
possessed a thirty-six bust but probably with a B-cup. I guessed she was 22 or
23 around the waist while her well-rounded hips were probably a very nice 35 or
36.
"Wh-what
d-do I th-think?" I took a deep breath in an endeavour to complete the
sentence without stammering and stuttering. "I came here hoping to take my
mind off half-naked women and girls and what do I see?" Having completed
the relatively long sentence with barely a stammer I turned my palms out and
indicated both girls, knowing my question was rhetorical and didn’t require an
answer.
Kim
grinned. "Tits and arse. Now do you still take a size ten in shoes?"
When
I nodded she bent over from the waist, giving me a wonderful view of her heart shaped
arse half covered by the skin-tight navy blue shorts, picked out the shoes and
straightened up. "You’ve got a choice these days, first," she
indicated with her left hand to the side near the entrance, to the lanes where
a bunch of normal looking bowlers were bowling social games as they weren't
leagues on a Saturday afternoon, or night come to that, "we have one lane
available on that side. If you like that's the equivalent of a 'G'-rating at
the cinema, or you can have one of two lanes on the adult side that's closed
off. It has the equivalent of an 'MA'-rating, not to protect the modesty of the
bowlers and their partners you understand, it's more so that we don't offend
the customers and their families who don't feel they should be subjected to near
nudity, we don't as yet allow full nudity or sex." She indicated herself.
"This is as far as the females are allowed to go, though of course they
can bowl in panties as well as the bra. Though," and she smiled, "we
expect the rules about the nudity and the sex to change in the next few days
and the equivalent of an 'R' Rating apply."
"You
mean I … I … I'm going to be…?" I was unable to finish my stilted
response, as I looked down at a penis that was beginning lift its head in
appreciation of what was on show and what was potentially available.
"Afraid
so Justin, now do you want one of those two lanes? You’re entitled, even if you
don't have a partner. I mean you need to find out if you can deal with all of
the distractions. Especially with recruitment for our 'special' league having
just started." She handed me a leaflet from beneath the counter.
"Here read this later, everything about the 'special league' is explained
inside. It's a league that will change forever the perception of how leagues
are run on the adult side of this centre." She looked back towards the
closed off side. "Now, which side Justin?"
I
thought about it, thought about Vikki and the potential she may have for being
my partner if… Oh if only she was the sort of girl I had dreamed about for so
long. With that thought in mind I told her I’d take a lane on the 'MA'-rated
side, listened as she told me lane twenty-seven, took my shoes and walked
through as she buzzed the door open.
As
I walked through I glanced at the pamphlet, found my attention grabbed and
started reading the leaflet about the new ‘Big Money Special League’ on the
adult side:
THIS
LEAGUE WILL BE A SPECIAL HIGH MONEY LEAGUE
THE
COST WILL BE $90 PER WEEK PER BOWLER OVER 36 WEEKS
THERE
WILL BE 28 TEAMS OF 4 BOWLERS
TOTAL
PRIZE MONEY WILL BE $354,000 – DIVIDED AS FOLLOWS:
HIGH
TEAM SERIES SCRATCH - $24,000
HIGH
TEAM GAME SCRATCH - $24,000
HIGH
TEAM SERIES + HCP - $12,000
HIGH
TEAM GAME + HCP - $12,000
HIGH
INDIVIDUAL SERIES SCRATCH $24,000
HIGH
INDIVIDUAL GAME SCRATCH $24,000
HIGH
INDIVIDUAL SERIES + HCP - $12,000
HIGH
INDIVIDUAL GAME + HCP - $12,000
FOR
A TOTAL OF $144,000
FINISHING
PLACE AWARDS TO BE AS FOLLOWS:
1st
$50,000 2nd $40,000 3rd $32,000
4th
$25,000 5th $18,000 6th $13,000
7th
$11,000 8th $9,000
9th
$7,000 10th $5,000
FOR
A TOTAL OF $210,000
THERE
WILL ALSO BE WEEKLY CASH PRIZES AVAILABLE THE AMOUNT AND
FREQUENCY
OF WHICH WILL BE DEPENDANT ON A SPONSOR BEING FOUND
All of that money sounded good to me and I reckoned
I wanted a piece of that, if I could find the money and a partner. The first
'if', the money, was something I was fairly sure my parents would help out
with, especially as they knew I was a pretty decent bowler. However it was the
second 'if' that worried me. If I could find a partner.
But
then I turned to the next page and discovered that bowling was only going to be
a part of each week's activities. It seemed that some kind of removal of
articles of clothing was going to be aligned with each game, that there would
be some kind of sexual activity up to and even including full-penetration sex.
That I, guessed, was what Kim dad been referring to when she mentioned about
changes in the next few days. Now the problem of finding a partner became
complicated. Not only did she have to be a good bowler she also had to be an
exhibitionist and sexually adventurous. Now while I had a feeling that Vikki
was probably both of the latter two I didn't know whether she had any sort of
ability as a bowler and therein, of course, lay the problem.
I
sat down at lane twenty-seven still reading the leaflet as I determinedly
avoided looking around at the other lanes, and was about to change into my
bowling shoes when I heard a familiar voice, a voice that seemed determined to
ruin my afternoon.
"Well
fuck look who's here! God you think I'd be able to keep away from this fat fuck
over the weekend. So what are you doing here fat boy?"
"Julie
is that really necessary? It's one thing to look and behave like the likeable
slut you are. But is that sort of language really necessary in public?"
"When
it comes to this prick bro, yes it is," responded Julie Morris who, I
noted, was dressed in a lacy black bra and panty set that took the clothing
regulation to its absolute limit.
She
reached over and allowed her near-naked breasts to brush my arm as she snatched
the leaflet off the seat next to where I was sitting.
"Come
on Jules," said the one she’d called bro as he slapped her bottom on the
half of her buttocks that her lacy panties failed to cover, "it's your bowl
and I wanna see how you shake things up," he said pointedly pinching her
right nipple through the cup that just covered her areola as she sat back down
on the seat at lane twenty-six.
"Yeah,
yeah Allan, you'll see." Julie Morris turned back to me. "Better have
a good perv fatso, because that's all you’ll ever be able to do. There is no
fucking way you’re getting your hands or anything else on THIS
merchandise."
Well
she certainly didn't appear to have any idea about hers and my mother's plans
for next Saturday so I decided to act the way she expected. Not that that was
real hard considering the way she and the other two girls on her lane were
dressed and considering the force of her attack. The stuttering and stammering
were certainly genuine. "And wh-what m-makes y-y-you th-th-think that I'd
w-w-w-want t-t-to…"
"OH
I D-D-D-D-D-DON'T KNOW J-J-J-J-J-JUSTIN…" came the, derisive and abusive
reply as she mocked my helpless stammering "…M-M-M-M-M-MAYBE THE
W-W-W-W-WAY Y-YOU K-K-K-KEEP F-F-F-F-F-FUCKING…"
"YOUNG
LADY!!!"
Both
Julie and I, her brother Allan, another guy who seemed to be another brother
and both of the other scantily clad young ladies who were obviously the
brother's girlfriends turned to see Kim Carver standing behind our lane hands
on hips.
"Young
lady if you continue making that sort of noise and using that sort of language
you and your friends will be barred permanently from this bowl. Now I don't
know what problems exists between you and Justin, but Justin was a regular
bowler here until six months ago and I can assure you that staff and management
will side with a man of impeccable character like Justin." She moved
forward and gave me a gentle hug and a light peck on the cheek. "Now don’t
you let this mouthy cow get to you Justin, we have cameras, with full sound
capability focused on every lane. Just you do what you do best." And with
that she was gone.
"Fucking
bitch, did you hear…?"
The
other young fellow, there was enough of a likeness, for me to be sure now that
he was a brother as well, gripped Julie Morris by the shoulders and said in a
stage-whisper that carried not only all of the passion and inferred violence he
could muster but carried all the way down to lane fifteen at the other end as
well, "Just shut it Julie, if we get banned from here because of you I
promise I will tan your naked backside with a table tennis bat, and I will do
it so hard you won't be able to sit down for a month let alone a week."
Suddenly
there was instant cheering and applause from almost every one of the other
bowlers on our side.
Suitably
chastened, and now thoroughly upset by the whole incident, Julie more mindful
of her near-nudity than at any other time, moved up to the lane, picked up her
ball from the rack and proceeded to bowl it into the gutter about halfway down
the lane.
Having
watched Julie bowl that ball, I was strangely, less concerned about her state
of undress than I was delighted with her gutter ball, I quickly put on my
bowling shoes and went in search of a suitable 16lb house ball.
Distractions
were all over the place. A lot of women and girls, some as young as 13 I
estimated, were wearing as little as Julie was while others wore skirts with
bras. Some girls, including the other two girls on twenty-six, were wearing panties
with a crop top that fitted like a second skin and made it perfectly plain they
weren't wearing a bra.
Unusually,
at least I thought it was unusual, I found the girls in the panties and crop
tops more distracting and in some ways more visually stimulating than I thought
naked girls would be. It gave me pause for thought.
After
finding a suitable ball and making my way back to the lane I saw that Julie had
recovered enough to spare out her gutter ball.
I
had just put my ball on the rack and was just about to pick it up and stand in
position when the mouth started again, this time just loud enough that only our
two lanes would be able to hear her. She had my leaflet in her hand. "This
should be totally hilarious," she said using a line that I seem to
remember came from the sequel to 'Eddie and the Cruisers', the film 'Eddie and
the Cruisers, Eddie Lives'. "I mean come on Robertson for you to think
that you’re good enough to bowl in a competition like this must be the biggest
joke of all time." She laughed cruelly and for a good ten seconds.
"And then of course you'd need a girlfriend wouldn't you?"
I
wanted to mention Vikki, wanted to talk about my ability with a bowling ball
but I knew it would be a total waste of time so I decided to let my ball do the
talking for me. That is if I could manage some really good scores with a house
ball and house shoes when I had top of the line equipment at home.
Just
before I bowled I looked up and checked the scores on lane twenty-six, they had
all just completed their 8th frame. The first bowler, the first of two presumed
brothers called Evan, was 118 after a 9-miss. The second bowler, one of the
girls by the name of Karen who by her body language seemed to be Evan's
girlfriend, was on 78. Bowler three, the other brother Allan, was 134 after an
open 7th frame with a strike in the 8th. The forth bowler, a girl called Anna
who was obviously Allan's girlfriend was 104 having failed to convert a 5-7-10
split while the fifth bowler, Julie Morris of course, had followed up her
embarrassing gutter spare which had been after a strike with a 7-1 to leave her
on 92.
Now
I felt better. I knew now, thanks to Kim, that this was the first of four games
for them. Armed with that information I intended to play them frame for frame
once I'd caught them up and hopefully put Julie Morris in her place, at least
for this afternoon.
I
picked up my ball, took up my regular position, and with my eyes on the arrow
at the front left of the lane began my approach. Taking my regular four steps I
threw the ball out over the first arrow and watched unhappily as the ball
hooked past the headpin and hit the Brooklyn pocket, meaning it went left to
right past the one pin and in-between the one-three pin pocket and therefore
'crossed over the Brooklyn Bridge' from the 'New York side' or what would be
called a regular pocket hit – I'm a left hander and Brooklyn would be the
one-two for a right hander while the New York or regular would be the
one-three.
Fortunately
even though it was a light hit it had enough work on it to take nine of the ten
pins and leave a relatively simple six, which I disposed of comfortably.
After
three more frames, two of which were regular pocket hits and one a Brooklyn
giving me a seven, I was 55 in the third with all four frames being spares.
Then I bowled the fifth frame and knew immediately I was in trouble. It hit the
one pin head on ploughed straight 'through the nose' leaving the ‘big four’,
the two corner pins on each side, the worst split you can get.
“Oh
what a shame,” came the Julie Morris stage whisper.
I
looked back towards Julie Morris but remained steadfastly silent not, of
course, wanting to give her the satisfaction of a response. Instead I checked
the five scores. Evan had taken his 118 to a respectable 156. Karen had turned
her embarrassing 78 into a less embarrassing 121 thanks to a strike in the 9th
and a strike followed by a 6-1 in the 10th. Allan, the only one of the five who
looked anything like a bowler, had opened the ninth but had bagged out with
three strikes in the 10th for a highly respectable 192 game while Anna had
struck in the 9th, followed it up with a double in the 10th plus a nine count
for a satisfactory 163. Which only left Julie who seemed keen to bowl before I
attempted the impossible.
I
stepped back and watched the Julie Morris lace covered bottom wiggle down the
approach before she let the ball go somewhere near the centre. Then I watched
as the ball rolled straight, hit the one-three-pocket and sent all ten pins to
the deck.
Julie
Morris turned and looked straight in my direction. "Sure beats what you've
got don't it dickhead?"
Putting
what Julie said out of my mind, easier said than done of course, and knowing
she was watching I aimed for the seven-pin, hit it and as I'd hoped faintly
clipped the four and sent it across the lane in the direction of the six-ten.
It seemed for a second that maybe there was going to be miracle, but I watched
in frustration as the four slid agonisingly close to the six before taking out
the ten.
"Great
try Justin," said the brother Allan, "you obviously know your way
around a bowling lane."
"Thanks
… er … Allan. This was a last minute decision so I haven't got my own ball and
shoes. If I did I reckon I'd probably be doing a lot better."
"Hey
what are you being so nice to the prick for, whose fucking side…?"
"Shut
it Julie."
"Yeah
why don't you give you mouth a rest and bowl, you’ve still got to finish the
last frame," added Anna, Allan's girlfriend, whose brief crop-top pressed
against her erect nipples making them almost visible through the tightly
stretched material.
I
thought she couldn't have been more than 15, though she, like her friend Karen,
who looked about the same age, seemed to be fairly well developed for her age.
We
all watched as Julie rolled a 9 and then missed the relatively simple 5 pin
leaving her with the lowest score of the five, a mere 120.
By
the time I had finished my game, four spares from six to nine and an open 10th
frame left me with a disappointing 164, lane twenty-six had completed three
frames of their second game. Then by the time I'd bowled three frames of my
second game Julie Morris and company had completed their forth, effectively
meaning I'd caught up.
I
happily bowled my 4th before they bowled their 5th and then matched them frame
for frame. And by the time they had all completed their 8th frames, and even
though I was unhappy with my own game, I noted that I had the potential best
score, 113 in the 7th with a strike in the 8th. A position that compared more
than favourably with Evan’s 104 and a strike, Karen’s 90 and a spare, Allan’s
91 with a strike, Anna’s highly respectable 105 also with a strike and Julie’s
disappointing 98 with an open frame.
By
the end of that second game it was a no-contest thanks to my finding the range
and striking out for a 203 game. Indeed the only two that went even close to
matching me were Allan who all but struck out managing three strikes and a nine
for a 180, a good follow-up to his first game 192, and Anna who managed a pair
of strikes and an eight spare which gave her a more than useful 183 to follow
on from her handy 163.
Evan
managed a reasonable 161, but Karen and Julie couldn’t break out of the
one-twenties, Karen with a 127 and a, for once, quiet Julie again bringing up
the rear with a 124.
I
found some even better form in the third game. After opening with two strikes I
then went 8-spare, strike, 8-spare, two more strikes, an open 8th frame in
which I missed both pins of a relatively simple 5-9, before striking out for a
very satisfying 222 game.
It
was as I bowled the third of my last frame strikes that I realised that Julie
was about to bowl. So I stood back and pointedly watched her bowl a first ball
8 and pick just one of the two remaining with her second ball to finish with a
strike-less 111, a score, I noted happily, that was exactly half of my score.
I
looked her in the eye as she walked back using every bit of willpower I
possessed, and concentrating very hard, managed to say without a single
stammer, "Guess bowling is easier for some people than for others."
Julie
was about to let loose a response when one of her brother's, Allan, put his
hand over her mouth. "That's enough Julie, take your medicine, you've
still got one more game to bowl. Who knows maybe if you put as much energy into
bowling as you do in mouthing off you might be able to bowl a half-decent
score."
"Yeah,"
came a voice from lane twenty-five, a guy who was seated with his scantily
dressed big-breasted girlfriend sitting on his knee, "so might we
all."
And
then his girlfriend said to me, "And as for what the ignorant cow says
about your bowling I wouldn't be worrying if I was you. That big money
competition as made for a bowler like you. Somewhere out there a girl is going
to hear about your bowling and is going to be begging to bowl with you."
She looked at her boyfriend and kissed him on the cheek. "I just wish I
could bowl I'd team up with you in a heartbeat."
After
thanking the girl I held out my hand to Allan who took it. As we shook hands I
said, "Thanks mate." Then I noted his score of 202 and added,
"Great game. And I unless I've miscalculated that’s 574 against your
sister's--" I looked pointedly at Julie '--rather miserable 355." I
looked to the other scores and saw that Evan had managed a 167, Karen a second
121 and Anna a very nice 196 that was made even better because she'd closed
every frame before turning back to Allan. "And I have to say--" by
this time I was thoroughly enjoying myself, and was feeling totally relaxed
without the slightest hint of a stammer. I reached out for the leaflet.
"--I have to say that you and your delightful girlfriend here," I turned
to Anna immediately worried that I might have offended her, “oh I hope I’m not
being too…"
Anna,
knelt on the seat, reached across totally unconcerned about her near-nudity,
gave me a hug and a light peck on the lips and said, "you're a sweet young
man Justin Robertson, and I don't think you could offend anyone." She
thumbed back towards Julie Morris. "And don’t you worry about this slut,
she might be my friend and the sister of my boyfriend but she can be a real
pain in the arse sometimes."
"Thanks
… er … Anna," I said delighted at the unexpected hug and kiss. "And I
meant what I said. You and your friend Karen are both sweet, and, if I may say
without embarrassing you, very nice looking girls."
"Oh
you can say that all you like Justin," said Karen as she stood and posed
hands on hips. "After all why do you think we bowl on this side?"
"Touché,"
I said. I turned to the brothers, speaking to Evan. "How come you two are
so different from your sister?"
"You
mean how come we're so friendly and she's such a bitch?"
"Well
yeah, I guess if you want to put it like that."
"I
guess you’d have to say that she's a throwback from her Grandmother who
apparently, we haven't seen her in more than ten years, makes Julie look like
Mother Teresa. That's not to say that there isn't hope for her, all she needs
is the right man with the right cock to keep her under control."
I
looked at Julie Morris then, looked at the way she was slumped in her seat,
head on her chest, looking down between her feet. I'd never seen anyone look so
dejected and for whatever strange reason I felt sorry for her. I reached across
and put my hand on her shoulder in a friendly gesture and began to say,
"Julie it doesn't have to be like this. Maybe we could just forget the
past, maybe we could start…"
She
turned around and stared at me a single tear in her eye. "Start again. You
must be joking. And if you think this tear is because of you you're wrong, it's
because of my brothers, because I thought… Oh who the fuck cares. Anyway we’ve
got another game to bowl haven't we?"
"Hey
Julie," said Evan grinning, "If you can drag your eyes off of Justin
for long enough it's your bowl."
Julie
had nothing to say, so instead she stepped up looked at the pins, bowled,
missed the head pin and got a six-count.
In
this fourth game after five frames I was beginning to wonder if two good games
was the best I could manage. I was a decidedly miserable 63 in the 4th after an
open frame with a 7-spare in the 5th while Evan was 85 in the 5th having opened
and Karen an incredible 108 in the 4th after opening with four straight strikes
with an 8-spare in the 5th. Allan, who was 27 after opening his first three
frames, which included two poor single-pin misses, had managed to double up
with strikes in frames four and five. His partner Anna had opened the 1st, 4th
and 5th while striking in the 2nd and 3rd for a five frame total of 75. Even
Julie, on a good four frame run after opening the 1st, was beating me,
totalling 65 in the forth.
By
the end of the game though all was well and all of my previous doubts had
disappeared. Seven straight strikes had taken me to an impressive 233.
Evan
finished at 133 having failed to closed any of his last five frames while Karen
couldn’t keep up her fine start and managing just one more strike finished with
181. Allan, clearly the groups best bowler, turned his double into a
three-bagger with another strike in the 6th, opened the 7th, spared the 8th and
finished with four strikes for a very creditable 194.
As
for Anna and Julie, well Anna proved that she would be a more than able partner
for Allan by matching his finishing four strikes with four of her own for a 179
while Julie managed an improved 146.
I
put away my ball feeling more than a little pleased with myself. Then I changed
my shoes and picked up the leaflet while I waited for Julie and the two girls
to put their skirts and tops back on and change their shoes, partly because I
found it enjoyable watching them but mainly because Allan had asked me to wait
so that we could examine each others printout.
"822
that's very impressive Justin. Let’s see, divided by four that's…"
"205!
So what's the big fucking deal Allan?"
"Oh
I don't know Julie let's have a look at your series. Let's see, 120, 124, 111 and
146. What's that, a total of 501 for an average of 125?"
"Oh
yeah whatever! So, maybe bowling isn't my game."
"Guess
nobody'll be looking to you for a partner will they?" Allan was looking at
me as he said that.
"Oh
don't be too hard on the poor girl Allan. Anyway what about your scores, I mean
a 768 series for a 192 isn't too shabby," I said before looking in Anna's
direction. "You'd be good partner for Allan. Now what did you bowl? Let's
see, 163, 183, 196 and 179, that’s 721 for a 180 average. I reckon if you
combine that with Allan's 192 you'd be real chance of a spot in that 'Special
Leagues' final line-up."
Anna
grinned. "Well thank you, that sounds a fair idea." She turned to her
boyfriend. "What do you think lover? Can you afford $180, 'specially with
all that money up for grabs?"
"Oh
I think I can scrape it…"
"Come
on!" came the interruption from a miserable, angry and very depressed
Julie Morris. "Are we going or what?" she turned to Justin. "And
I don't need you to stick up for me fat boy."
Allan
and Evan both shook my hand before Karen and Anna each gave me a hug and a kiss
on the cheek. "It's been a pleasure Justin," said Allan for the four
of them as he ignored his sister. "I hope we meet again, maybe Anna and I
will even in meet you in that competition huh?"
"Oh
that'll be the day," laughed Julie. "He needs a girl to partner
him." And then shades of yesterday at lunch she added, "Come on let’s
go I need some fresh air." Something she always seemed to need after being
around me.
The
two boys and their girlfriends waved and smiled in my direction as they
followed Julie Morris out the door.
"Don't
you worry about her," said Kim Carver as she came around the front of the
counter dressed in her street clothes ready to go home, "once word gets
around about this fellow who bowled an eight-hundred plus series for a
two-oh-five average with a house ball and house shoes, I think you'll find
young ladies cueing up to be your partner, matter-of-fact if I wasn't an
employee here I'd bowl with you myself."
That
made me smile practically for the first time since I'd discovered that Julie
Morris was on the lane next to me. "Thanks Kim, I wish you could
too."
"Hey
I just had a thought." Kim turned to other girl who was also about to
knock off, and after introducing her as Joanna Walsh said, "Joanna, what
about that girl from the Thursday night Swingers League who was going to bowl
with her father if they qualified until he broke his leg? Do you think she'd
bowl with Justin here?"
"Geez
Kim, considering he's about ten pins better than her old man and at least
twenty or thirty pins better than anybody else we've seen so far that hasn't
got a partner why wouldn't she? Christ I'm like you, I'd bowl with Justin here
in a heartbeat." She grinned lecherously, placed her left arm across my
broad shoulders and pulled me to her side. "I doubt that I'd … er … be in
better hands, if you know what I mean." She kissed me on the lips and ran
her hand down my back until it settled in the small of my back just above my
backside.
I
turned and looked towards Kim. "W-w-what d-does she…?" The trouble is
I couldn't finish my question, I made the mistake of glancing towards the
replacement staff behind the counter, staff who were dressed somewhat
differently for the evening session. The bra had disappeared leaving them
topless but for a light blue band that covered their nipples and both
surrounding areola. The band featured the name of the bowl in silver lettering.
As well as the band they also wore a very short navy blue skirt that with the
slightest movement or bending of the wearer revealed thong style panties the
same colour silver as the band. "J-Jesus, at least w-when I w-was in
th-th-there," I pointed to the adult section, "I had the b-bowling to
distract me." I turned away hiding my huge and embarrassing hard-on from a
whole host of bowlers that were either leaving or just arriving. Unfortunately
that meant I had to face Kim and Joanna, both of whom looked straight at the
source of my embarrassment.
Kim
laughed, but it wasn't like the sort of laugh I'd gotten use to experiencing
from the likes of Julie Morris, or really, when I thought about it, only Julie
Morris. No this laugh was friendly and sympathetic, it held feelings of
passion, a feeling that she maybe liked what she could see. "Don't worry
Justin, a hard-on is something we see on a regular basis in our job. I think
what you need is to come with us to my van. I'll drop you off home after I drop
off Joanna, I'm sure that she wouldn't mind…"
"Are
you kidding." Joanna patted the bulge in the front of my pants and then
looked up into my eyes and grinned, her face lighting up with carnal desire.
"I couldn't think of anything I'd fancy more right at this moment."
At
that point they both had one of my hands and were pulling me out of the
door towards the car park and Kim’s waiting Tarago.
By
the time we got to the van, it was the latest model so it had sliding doors on
both sides instead of the old models that had a single sliding door on just the
passenger side, Joanna had her hands on the button and zipper of my jeans.
Fortunately
Kim had parked her van in a parking spot right next to the side of the bowl and
facing the brick wall that separated the bowling centre from the indoor cricket
centre next door. That meant we were out of sight as my jeans fell. Given no
choice, I stepped out of them and followed Kim as she opened the rear driver’s
side door and stepped inside. Joanna immediately followed me into the middle of
the three rows of seats.
Luckily,
or maybe by design, the van had burgundy curtains that matched the colour of
the van, so that when the two lusty women attacked my Y-fronts and pulled them
down to and off of my ankles we couldn’t be seen, either from the side thanks
to the drawn curtains or from the front thanks to the high brick wall.
I
waited for a reaction to the sight of my rampant 11-inch erection. I didn’t
know whether every reaction would be the same as my mother’s but I was soon to
find out.
"Oh,
oohh, ooohhhh! Oh my word!" Kim was doing her very best to keep the noise
down so that we didn't attract the attention of other people who were
constantly entering or leaving the bowl. "That is just so, so, big."
She looked into my eyes just as Joanna nervously wrapped two hands around my
huge hard-on. "Julie Morris obviously doesn't know about this," she
laughed, "otherwise you'd be her best friend instead of her worst
enemy." She turned to Joanna who was masturbating my cock with slow
lovingly appreciative strokes as she leant down and kissed the head. "Have
you ever seen the like of this?"
Joanna
laughed as she continued to slowly wank my cock. "Are you kidding, both my
older brother and my dad aren't much more than half this size. Even my
boyfriend is only 7-inches and I thought he filled me pretty good." She
leant down again and kissed the side of my penis as she looked up at Kim.
"You know Danny feels big enough when he fucks me, I mean I'm sure that he
sometimes bangs up against my cervix. Jesus I can't imagine what it would be
like to feel this monster fucking away up me." She grinned, sat back up
pecked me on the lips. "But I'd sure like to try."
"Well
not tonight little lady, I've got a husband waiting for me and a twenty-first
birthday party to go to. You've time to masturbate him or wrap those pretty
little 18-year-old lips around it."
This
was getting more and more unreal. Well really how could I believe what was
happening, it seemed that whatever mum said about women and how they would feel
was true. They only had to cop a glimpse of my apparently unusual size to
practically fall over themselves to do things for me. Of course there were two
exceptions. Julie Morris, who hated me with a passion that showed no signs of
abating, and Vikki Thompson who, as strange as it seemed, liked me simply for
who I was.
I
looked down and watched Joanna Walsh wrap her lips around my cock while Kim
turned side-on and began to wank me in time to her friend’s oral ministrations.
My heart first skipped a beat and then began pounding as her tongue began to
slide around the underneath of my cock as she moved her mouth on and off the
first four inches of my cock. She obviously couldn't take all of me like mum
could, which made me smile as I remembered that but it was like my father said '…and
a blowjob is just the same, you don't ever force your cock down a woman's
throat. Let them take as much as they can. It don't matter if they take all or
half, you'll still get the same pleasure 'specially if like your mum they
swallow!' Well I didn't know about the swallowing part. Yet!
Five
minutes later I found out. Of course Joanna swallowed it all without missing a
single drop, indeed she even cleaned me off. I then sat back and waited for a response
similar to my mother's when she’d blown me for the first time. It wasn't long
in coming.
"FUCK!"
Kim and Joanna both responded with the same word at exactly the same time and
at almost exactly the same level.
"Justin,"
Kim said as she slowly stroked her hand up and down my cock, which was harder
than ever, "you're full of delightful surprises. Now one night very soon,
when you find a girlfriend who," she leant down and kissed the head of my
cock, "appreciates you for … er … what you are. I think my husband and I
would like to have the pair of you over for dinner and…" She left the rest
hanging and turned instead to Joanna as she pointed my penis in her direction.
"You've got ten minutes to do something about that before I drop you off."
Joanna
laughed and said, "I like a challenge," just before she wrapped her
lips around my hard-on for a second time.
Then
I watched Kim step out of the car and move into the driver's seat and looked to
see the girl attacking my erection with relish. I wondered how an afternoon
that had started so disastrously could end so memorably…
*****
When
I walked in the front door and stepped through to the lounge I saw my mother,
wrapped in a towel that when it was pulled up to cover her nipples was barely
long enough to cover her pussy, getting goosed by my father who was standing
behind her dressed in just his playboy boxer shorts.
"Had
a good time have we Justin?" dad said as he whipped mum's towel away
leaving her naked.
My
mother didn't even bother protesting this time she just turned around and
wrapped her nude body around dad and kissed him passionately as he gripped a
cheek of her bottom in each hand and squeezed gently. "Oh Louis if it
wasn’t for dinner and the party tonight, I would give you the rest of the
evening to stop that."
"So
what happened that gave you that self-satisfied smirk?" asked dad as he
slid his boxer shorts down to his ankles, stepped out of them, lifted my mother
up and planted her on his erect cock without any kind of preamble.
I
sat down on the couch and looked on as my parents fucked, I couldn't say making
love because my father was using all of his considerable strength to lift mum
on and off his cock, in the standing position after turning side-on so they
could both look in my direction. It was almost as if dad was brutally
masturbating his cock with mum’s vagina as they kissed and kissed and kissed
and just kept on kissing for what must have been a good five minutes before mum
eventually broke the kiss.
"So
… GASP … what … UUHHH … was the … OH YES … smile for?" mum asked as my
father bounced her up and down on his erection.
"I
think the last half-hour of what had started off as a really miserable
afternoon."
What
else could I do? I told my parents everything of the afternoon with the
exception of my meeting with Julie Morris, her two brothers and their
girlfriends while I watched my father sit in an armchair next to me, still
fucking mum. I told them first about how I went to the bowl and met Kim Carver,
about the other new girl, Joanna Walsh and about the league, and more
especially about the cost, which mum and dad both agreed would be a good
investment because of my natural bowling ability, always assuming, of course,
that I could find a partner.
My
mother grinned as she used the thumb and index finger of one hand to pinch and
tease her clit and her other hand to play with her breasts as she took the
active roll and began bouncing on dad's cock as she changed the subject
slightly. "Did you think she looked sexy in her new uniform?"
"Yes
Kim told me you were at the bowl last week, how come you didn't tell me?"
"I
guess it … OH FUCK THIS IS GOOD … didn't seem important." Mum lifted
herself off dad's cock, turned around, sat back on his lap facing me and once
again slotted herself on his cock. "OH YEAH … me and a couple … YES
LOUIS YES … me and a couple from our Saturday night parties, Karen and Allan
Simpson, went while your father was at work and you were at school."
"And
being the show off you are mum you went to the closed off section didn’t
you?"
"Of
course, … OH FUCK … I found out how much fun it is bowling while you’re as
naked as the bowl will allow … OH YES STICK IT UP ME LOUIS. And people get
really friendly as well. Do you know I … OH GOD—" she began bouncing on
dad's cock harder than ever before "--I spent the whole time I was there
sitting on Allan's lap while Karen was all over a guy on the lane next to us.
God … FUCK ME LOUIS FUUCCCKKKK MEE… God none of us was any good, but it was the
most fun you could have … OH FUCK … without actually fucking in public. I just
wish that I could've been totally naked and that they would've allowed us to
fuck."
"You
know mum," I was even able to look at my parents having noisy sex on the
chair right next to me with the slightest hint of embarrassment or the
slightest desire to look away, which, of course, made a nice change, "I
didn’t know you could bowl. I don't suppose that you’re…?"
She
laughed and continued to bounce on her my father's cock. "Are you kidding.
If I … OH YES … if I manage to keep … GOD FUCK ME … keep it on the lane I'm …
YES LOUIS YES … I'm doing well! Sometimes I was even so bad I considered using
those bumpers they have for the kids."
"I’m
gonna come honey, I'm gonna come!" Mum never moved so quickly. She was off
his lap in a split-second, had her mouth on his cock in a further split-second
and then swallowed every drop and cleaned him off without spilling a drop.
"Now,"
said my mother as she sat her naked body on my lap facing me with her legs
spread either side of mine, wiggled her bottom on my erection and pressed her
breasts into my chest, "where were we?"
I
rested my left hand on mum's upper right thigh and wrapped my right arm around
her waist. "I think you were telling me that I needn't bother asking you
to join in this competition with me." I looked over my right shoulder at
the pamphlet I'd placed on the table.
Mum
jumped off my lap, knelt down, unzipped me and took out my 11-inch hard-on.
"No son," she said as she leant forward to kiss its tip and lick up
the pre-cum leaking from the piss-slit, "I shouldn't think you should.
Anyway I reckon there's a certain young lady you're going out with tomorrow
night who should be asked first. And besides, knowing Kim, and I reckon I do, I
think that there's a fair chance she'll probably know a young lady who's a good
bowler and in need of a partner."
"Well
actually just as we went out to her van she told me about some girl in a
Thursday night league who was going to bowl with her father but couldn't
because he broke a leg. She'd said she'd give her a call and then let me
know."
"Sounds
good," she licked the underside of my cock and looked up at me. "But
don't forget to give this young lady Vikki a chance to be your partner
first."
"Now
what do I … OH JESUS MUM … what do I do?" I looked down and watched as my
mother tilted her head back and, in one smooth, continuous swallow
deep-throated me even as she used her tongue to lick the underside of my
prodigious hard-on. "Oh Jesus mum this is so… It makes four times in the
last thirty-five…"
Mum
took her mouth off my cock, knelt back and just stared. "WHAT! Come on
Justin give. Is this the reason for that smile we were asking about?"
"Oh
yes." I was grinning now, feeling more self-assured than ever. "I
guess you could say that that last half-hour more than made up for four hours
bowling next door to Julie Morris!"
"You’re
kidding! And I just bet the mouthy cow couldn't control herself again?"
"Yeah
well it was looking like that until Kim came through and shut her up. Then her
two brother's and their girlfriends kept her reasonably well in control."
"So
anyway that's enough about 'the mouth' who apparently is going to get a
little," he looked pointedly at my cock, "or maybe a lot of what's
coming to her. Now tell us what, or maybe who, put that smile on your
face."
Before
I could answer mum wrapped her lips around my cock once more and took me right
into her throat. Then she began moving her mouth on and off my cock following
it with her right hand as she masturbated me making speech simply impossible as
she worked and worked me until I blew a load deep into her throat.
Only
when I was cleaned up did she lean back, lick her lips, give dad and me a
self-satisfied smack and smile. "Hey look Louis," said my mother her
smile ever broader, "it’s drooping." She nudged his leg from her
position seated on the floor. "You know what that means don't you?"
Dad
laughed, it was loud and guttural, straight from deep within his barrel chest.
"Yes, it means that even our son has his limits!" He pointed to his
cock that had grown stiff again from seeing his wife give me a blowjob.
"Come on slut, take a seat. And this time just use the muscles of your
cunt, I want this fuck to last." My father then turned in my direction.
"Now tell us Justin, just what did Kim…?"
I
interrupted with a laugh. "No dad it wasn’t Kim. I guess that's not to say
that she wouldn't, but I think she'd need her husband to either be there, or to
at least know in advance. No it was the 18-year-old girl, at least that's how
old Kim said she was, Joanna Walsh. She gave me one blowjob in the car park at
the bowl…"
"Say
what!" came the joint response.
"Oh
it’s all right Kim's brand new Tarago was parked next to the building and
facing the brick wall that separates the bowl from the indoor cricket centre
next door. And she has burgundy coloured curtain matching the colour of the van
so nobody was seeing inside."
"Oh
it's not that Justin, certainly not as far as I'm concerned. I mean I know Kim
has a Tarago and I know she has curtains. No it's the thought of you, our shy,
withdrawn, reserved, and you can add just about any other word that describes
someone who finds it almost impossible to communicate with the female sex,
receiving a blowjob from a young girl he'd just met."
"Three
mum, three! She began a second one as Kim drove away, and began a third just
before we reached her home which Kim very generously let her finish before she
brought me home."
"FUCK!"
"No
mum," I said feeling cheeky and as relaxed as I've ever been in my life,
"we didn't get around to that. Besides I…"
"Cheeky
little fuck," grinned mum as she started the very slightest of up and down
movements on dad's cock. "But I think you're quite right," she said
reading my mind, "you should wait for Vikki, for the sake of twenty-four
hours you should give her the chance to be your first. Of course you know
you'll have to tell her about Joanna don’t you?"
"Of
course mum." Then something occurred to me and I waited a few seconds
before I mentioned what it was. "But what about this Caroline
Herschfeldt?" It almost seemed a stupid question, but it was one I had to
ask. "What about if she wants to…? Wants me to … er … well you
know…?"
"Fuck
her?"
"Yes.
I mean you've just said I should wait for Vikki. Does that mean I should turn
her down if it's clear she wants us to … er … f-f-fuck!"
She
grinned. "Well when you put it like that," mum looked down to where
dad’s cock was fully embedded in her cunt before adding, "maybe you should
take whatever is on offer, take it as it comes, if you’ll pardon the awful
double-entendre. I mean from what you've told us about this girl I doubt she
goes more than a few hours let alone a day without getting herself fucked by
some lucky boy or maybe man. And—" she smiled again "--I have a
feeling that you'll soon be joining that lucky group."
"But
what about us mum? Should I tell what we…?"
"Of
course. That cliché 'honesty is the best policy' might be old, but it's true.
And anyway incest is no longer illegal. Besides I also have a feeling that
where young Vikki is concerned sex starts and ends at home, which means I doubt
she'll be very upset." She looked down to where she was still joined at
the genitals with dad then looked at my cock, which had started to rise to the
occasion again, before she looked into my eyes. "Maybe you should go and
stir the casserole for me Justin to take your mind off us."
I
had to laugh. "Off your fucking you mean."
"Well
I thought that's what I said. Now when you've given the casserole a stir you
can wrap three potatoes in foil and place them in the oven."
"Okay,"
I said grinning as I took a last look at them fucking before I headed to the
kitchen.