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"Is there more of this for the boys?" Dad asked Mom.
"Of course, dear. In the fridge."
"Are you going to serve it for us?"
"Did you help with my bridge club last night?"
Dad looked uncomfortable. "Come on. You know I'm not going to play waiter for a bunch of ladies."
"Then why should I be a waitress for a bunch of drunken louts?"
"It's once every four months for God's sake."
"You can serve yourselves. I'll leave brownies and cookies on the counter and there's more ice cream cake in the fridge."
"Mary."
"Don't Mary me. You guys are big enough to look after yourself."
"I'll talk to them about their language."
"That won't do any good after ten minutes and you know it. I'll be upstairs with the door shut where I don't have to listen to it."
"But Mary, Bill's wife and Gord's wife…"
"I don't care, and that's final."
Final was right. I had grown a big boner watching Mom carrying dessert in, knowing that in less than an hour I would be having the best dessert known to Mankind. Now it was still there, feeling sore, and devastated by the knowledge it wasn't going to be relieved. It was Dad's turn for poker night. There would be no 'Nita' tonight.
I can't wait for another two weeks! Why the fuck had Mom worn that dress? Why did she tease me that way?
That's the way it was. The world isn't fair. It sucked big time.
I tried to go to my room after dessert but Mom asked me to do up the dishes right away since Dad's buddies were coming over. I did them, but made it obvious I wasn't happy. Mom was so busy getting stuff ready for Dad's friends, she probably didn't even notice my snit.
When Dad's buddies arrived I went upstairs, locked myself in my room, and threw myself on the bed. I was really pissed. Mom must have known it was Dad's poker night. I mean, she had prepared stuff for it. So what was with the teasing bit with the dress? Had she really been unaware of my attention? That sucked even worse because it meant she hadn't been egging me on.
Fuck, I was pissed off!
I twisted around onto my stomach and muttered into the pillow. Gradually, my anger subsided and my mind filled with memories of Nita in the elevator. I stuffed my hand in front and massaged my aching cock. At some point, while dreaming of renewed activities with Nita, I dozed off. When I lifted my head, the room was shrouded in a heavy gloom. It was almost dark outside.
Boisterous voices down stairs were pierced now and again by raucous laughter. Clearly, Dad and his buddies had been drinking for a while. How long had I been asleep? I looked at the clock beside my bed. After ten? Holy crap, I had been sleeping for three hours.
I got up, shook my head to clear the cobwebs, and ran my fingers through my hair. I was hungry and wondered if there was any cake or other good stuff left. I stopped to take a leak and then headed downstairs. Mom's door was open a crack and the light was on so I stopped to listen to see if she was watching a movie but heard nothing. Maybe she was reading in her nightgown. I pushed the door open a little.
"Mom?"
I pushed the door a bit more and poked my head inside. Mom wasn't in bed so I went right in and called out a little louder to the bathroom.
"Mom?"
No answer. I looked inside to be sure, half hoping I would catch her getting in or out of the shower. Hey, she hadn't seemed to be fussed that her panties had been showing if it was just me in the room so maybe it would be alright for me to see her in her nightie or even in the buff. Unfortunately, Mom wasn't there but the thought of her being caught in a compromising position rekindled the fire I had felt throughout dinner until Dad had dropped his bomb.
Mom must have relented and gone downstairs to serve Dad and his buddies. I went downstairs to get some food and, what the hell, check out Mom's body. I guess I could live through the next two weeks after all. Who knows, maybe she'd let me watch a movie with her in her room.
Half of Dad's buddies were playing around the dining room table and another four and Dad were crowded around a single card table in the living room. There were drink glasses and empty beer bottles everywhere. They didn't pay any attention to me.
I looked in the kitchen but Mom wasn't there. That was weird. I grabbed a brownie and wandered into the living room, casually watched the play for a minute or so, then went down the hall past the guest bedroom and Dad's office to the bathroom. It was empty. I guess Mom must have found it too loud even upstairs and had gone out to visit a friend. I wandered back to the living room.
I wondered if Mom had gone over to Mrs. Hancock's place. Her husband was still out of town and the thought of the two of them together reminded me of the daydream I'd had about them sucking my cock. Sensing my awareness, it stiffened. Feeling self-conscious, I ducked into the kitchen then rationalized my escape by getting a mound of food and lifting two beers. Nobody was paying any attention to me so I figured I could sneak them upstairs.
I was about to go back to my room when I thought about what it would be like to get Mrs. Hancock into The Room. I was still pissed at Mom so I figured, if she wasn't going to play anymore, could parley Mrs. Hancock's crotch interest into a visit to The Room? What was her first name? Glenda? Yeah, that was it, Glenda. Was she lonely enough to play? She seemed interested which was surprising given how shy she normally was. Would that make her submissive? Would she let me push my cock into her tiny mouth, blushing all the while?
Suck it, Glenda.
I shot a look at the dining room. Thank God I hadn't said that out loud. Her husband wasn't here but one of the other might know him. I decided it was best not to hang around the kitchen if I was going to daydream like that. Instead of going upstairs I wandered downstairs, wondering how could I get Mrs. Hancock in The Room.
Shit, the door was open a crack! I stopped in my tracks, looked over my shoulder, then walked to the rumpus room. Pushing the door open, I used the light from the basement to find my way to a table and put all my goodies down on it. Returning to the basement, I checked out the door again and walked closer to it.
Perfume, faint, but definitely there. My chest tingled and the feeling spread to my stomach and neck, then up my spine to my head and down to my groin. She couldn't be. She wouldn't, not with Dad and all his friends here. Would she?
I climbed carefully up the stairs, closed the kitchen door, then quietly descended. At the bottom, I turned out the light. I stretched my hand out and felt my way in the dark until my fingers touched the door, then moved my hand left until I could grasp the open edge. I pulled it to the right and stepped inside, then gently pulled the door closed behind me. I stood absolutely still.
She was here! I could smell her, could hear the faint sound of controlled breathing. I swept my foot in a forward arc but didn't find the familiar pile of her dress. No matter, it was here somewhere on the floor. I was sure of it.
As quietly as I could, I pulled my t-shirt over my head and tossed it into the right corner. Bracing myself against the left side of the door, I lifted my right foot and removed its sock, then, using the right side of the door to steady myself, removed the left one. Silently, I popped the snap, slid the zipper down, and pushed my pants down to the floor. I stepped free and kicked them into the corner to join my t-shirt and socks. My underwear followed.
I stepped forward a couple of steps and stopped. I knew she'd be kneeling in front of me, facing away. The thought of her there, with bare ass waiting for me to push her forward and take her from behind, made my cock leap into hardness so quickly I thought it would break from sudden brittleness.
No, I won't give in. She teased the hell out of me and that's what she wants. I'll make her wait for it. I'll make her beg for it. I'll tease the hell out of her, maybe even kiss her pussy, but only a few licks until she says 'please'. I'm the one with the cock around here and she's the one that needs it. She's proved that much already.
I circled around until I would be in front of Mom, trying to be quiet so it would be a surprise when my cock first touched her face. A small gasp told me of my success as my cock, with incredible accuracy, struck a glancing blow and skidded off the side of Mom's nose. I drew back and twisted my hips until my shaft slapped against the side of her face, drew back farther and twisted the other way to slap the other side with my rigid member. I drew back again and thrust forward, hitting her on closed lips and skidding off the other side of her face.
Mom's hands came up through the darkness but I grabbed them, held them for a moment, and tossed them away. She got the message and they didn't return. I cock-slapped her face four or five times on each side for emphasis and then tried to poke it into her mouth. It was still closed so my attempt at entry was unsuccessful. I grasped the hair on top of Mom's head to hold her in place and tried again but only bumped against tightly closed lips.
Oh yeah? So you want to play that way, do you?
I jabbed at Mom's mouth and tugged up on her hair, trying to lift her mouth open, but her face only tilted up and my cock simply stabbed and deflected off her neck. I put my other hand on her chin and tried to pry her mouth open. Her lips parted a little but only enough to get the very tip of my head between the poutiness until it banged against closed teeth. Ah, but those soft moist lips felt wonderful. Mom had such full lips.
I released her chin and grabbed my shaft. Moving it sideways, I rubbed the tip between Mom's lips, scraping it against her teeth. Gradually, her mouth opened until sufficient room was available for the head to get part way past Mom's front teeth. Her teeth scraped top and bottom but her gorgeous mouth felt fantastic anyway, so warm, pulpy and slick. I tried to shove deeper but only gained half an inch. I knew Mom could easily take me in deep, so what was she playing at? Is this what it would be like trying to shove it in Mrs. Hancock's tiny mouth?
Mrs. Hancock? I suddenly remembered Mom looking at Mrs. Hancock, watching her stare at the bulge in my pants and noticing the poorly disguised yearning on her face. Had she seen me too, looking at Mrs. Hancock's mouth, while she was looking at my crotch? Is this what Mom was doing? Had she read my mind?
I pushed harder but to no avail, stymied by Mom's partially closed mouth. I grasped the sides of her head and tried to force my cock deeper but still couldn't, the shaft bending under the strain just as I had imagined it would trying to get into Mrs. Hancock's small mouth.
Bending over Mom's head, I flexed my hips and pumped my cock harder through Mom's teeth. They parted more and the helmet scraped by until the entire head was lodged firmly inside Mom's mouth but though I had gained entrance Mom's tongue and constricted throat blocked further progress. Retreat was also prevented by Mom's teeth which closed around my shaft as soon as the head popped inside. She wouldn't let me in but she wouldn't let me escape either. I paused to get my breath, then renewed the attack, grunting with the effort.
"Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh."
I was paying a high price to enjoy the pleasure of Mom's mouth but despite the painful scraping and bending, I continued the assault. Obviously, Mom was also game or she would have opened her mouth and let me pop out. I gained ground slowly but only by millimeters on each thrust. However, the deeper I got, the less Mom's teeth bothered me. I thrust harder and harder though I sensed progress was completely under Mom's control, being awarded rather than won. I was at the entrance of her throat, enraptured by inches of slithering glory, when the noise reached my brain.
Voices and thumping feet!
Mom's head drew back, sliding easily from my grip and her mouth popped noisily off my cock. Suddenly, she was gone and I knew she had leapt toward the door. My own reaction was slower, due to shock or a lack of oxygen-enriching blood in my brain. My father's voice boomed.
"There it is. He said it's a hobby room," he slurred, "but it's empty."
The din of voices and pounding feet grew louder. They were almost here.
"You gotta see this. It looks like an elevator for Christ's sake. Has buttons and ever'ting."
I reached the door and slipped my hand past Mom's fumbling search to flip the latch, locking it just as someone, probably Dad, tried to yank the door open.
"What the fuck?"
That was Dad's voice. He pulled harder. I prayed the latch on the cheap pocket door would hold. It would be hard to explain what Mom and I were doing inside in the dark, naked, and me sporting an eight pounder.
The door rattled and I looked skyward. Please God, let it hold.
"You guys see some kind of secret button or something?"
Hands slithered over the door and the wall, searching for a way in. Someone banged the wall with their fist and the door rattled.
"There's gotta be some kind of trick to it. Some kind of weird kid I've got hey?"
"No weirder than mine."
That was Mr. Thompson. His son Peter and I had once been best buddies and were still good friends.
"He's such a fucking geek."
That started a barrage of "my kid's weirder than yours" comments. Dad threw in a few daisies of some of the things I'd done in the past. Each time someone spoke, gales of laughter ensued. Gradually the hands stopped sliding on the wall as the drunks satisfied themselves with slagging their kids or those of their close relatives. But Dad's contributions had struck home.
After Dad's first put-down, Mom slipped a comforting arm around my waist and leaned her head on my shoulder. After the second comment, she slipped in front of me and pulled me closer, then turned to lean against the side wall, probably to avoid the fake elevator control panel I had installed next to the pocket door. She used my cock to turn and pull me close to her. Her free hand explored the side of my face and then the other released my cock and slipped up to the back of my neck. Her mouth was suddenly on mine and the slagging voices turned into a background drone.
Mom pulsed her body against mine and I became aware for the first time that she wasn't naked. In fact she was still fully dressed. My arms circled around and pulled her tighter until the urge to explore her body grew too strong. My hands found her breasts and took the measure of each, squeezing gently to test their firmness, and then slid down to her hips and around to her ass.
"I don't know what's with kids today," one of the men said. "All they do is play computer games."
"Yeah," Dad agreed. "I was hoping my kid would be good at baseball or football, something anyway. Christ, he's so uncoordinated he's lucky to stay on his feet."
I cringed at this condescending criticism. Voices clamored to put down their own kids.
Mom's hand slid from my face down to my hip, then around and took hold of my cock. She spoke, effectively abandoning her anonymity.
"I love your cock," she whispered.
It lurched in her hand but it was the hoarse voice more than the soft fingers closing around the shaft that triggered the reaction. Now she was doing something with her other hand. I pushed my hips away from the wall and thrust my shaft through the circle of her delicate fingers.
"Wait," she whispered.
My cock was dropped. I felt Mom lifting her foot off the floor, first one then the other. My cock was grabbed again and she pushed close. A leg slithered up the back of mine.
"Do it," she whispered, pulling on my tool. "Show them."
Mom's hand slipped over my shoulder and curled around my neck. She used it for leverage to pull herself up. The leg slid higher until Mom's heel notched into the small of my back.
"Fuck me, right in front of them."
Her voice was hoarse and excited as her hand directed my cock, mashing the tip against her soft, moist bush. Her face cradled into my neck and her teeth nibbled my ear.
"Fuck me."
She gouged my tip through her slit.
"I need you so bad," she whispered.
An extra pull and my knob was enveloped. Mom shifted, hopping closer on her one foot as the other dug into my back.
"Show them, baby. Give me all of your cock."
I pushed and groaned as my shaft slithered through the clinging dampness of her tunnel.
"Shhhhh," she whispered.
Disregarding her warning, I plunged home, pushing her against the wall and lifting her up onto her tippy toe. She rewarded me with a hoarse, muffled laugh. I drew back and slammed into her hard, thumping her ass against the wall. I wanted to take her hard, right here, on the other side of the wall from my fucking asshole father and his stupid friends. I ground my root against Mom's pussy and groaned loudly.
"Shhhhhh," Mom cautioned.
My mouth was suddenly being stuffed with something. From the pungent odor and taste, I knew it was her panties, the dark brown, lacy ones I had stared so hard at earlier today. My tongued discovered the thick, lacy bit that covered the front and I slammed into her, filling her cunt.
"Oh yes, baby. Fuck me hard."
Mom sprung up from her foot, curled it around my waist, and locked her legs together. Her mouth fastened onto mine and her tongue plunged into me, pushing the panties up to the roof of my mouth. I shoved my shoulders off the wall and walked around The Room, stopping for one or two thrusts before stumbling on a step or two for a couple more lunges.
I almost fell so I leaned over carefully to set Mom on the floor to fuck her real good. She stretched her arms out to help and I lowered her until her weight eased and then I knew her shoulders were resting on the floor. I tried to get down onto my knees but Mom kept her legs locked around my waist. At first I didn't know what she wanted, then I pulled her feet apart and pushed her ankles forward until Mom's knees were beside her head. With her ass tilted up, I squatted over her, hands stretched out to hold her ankles in place on the floor, and started slow-fucking her, really deep. Oh man, I'm so glad she had done so much yoga over the years.
Way in, then up and out all the way, then squatting to find her hole again and shoving in deep. Again, and again, and again. I wished I could see myself doing it like this. I had watched a few pornos where guys did women like this but I never thought I would be able to do it. Elaine would never let me do her this way because it wouldn't be 'comfortable'.
I worried about Mom brusing her shoulders from being on the floor like this and was about to get off her when she said it again, "Show him, baby. Use his woman, right under their fucking noses."
Ah God, I plunged in deep again, withdrew, and then returned faster, not pulling all the way out because I was too eager to get back into her hot, steamy pulpiness. The drunken voices and laughter covered the slap of my thighs against Mom's upturned ass each time I plunged deep into her cunt.
It's mine!
"Her cunt is mine!"
Shit, had I said that out loud? I slammed it harder.
Mom gasped. "Yours baby, all yours."
I was almost there. Mom twisted and pushed me all the way out just as I was about to slide in to release my load.
"Show him," she cried, lifting my cock above her slit and pulling so I couldn't get back in. "Show him," she repeated, directing my cock down over her stomach.
I started to come.
"Ohhhh, ohhhhh, yeah, show him," Mom whispered hoarsely.
My load spurted, downward. I couldn't see but knew that whatever wasn't hitting the floor was splattering Mom's stomach, tits and face. God, I wished I could see that! When I was finished, I twisted around and sat on the floor, only now realizing how harshly I was breathing through my nose. I spit out Mom's panties. I had forgotten about them.
