Meet the Keathleys
Date: 27.01.2010Keywords: Keathleys, Meet, the,
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I did want to know. I had to know, and took his cock in my hands. I began by lifting it, feeling how heavy it was in my hands, then stroking it softly up and down. I was on my knees staring straight at it.
"You want to see it get real hard, try sucking on it," Mark suggested.
I hesitated for a moment. Yes it was my son, and I was his mother. However, I was also a woman. A woman that hadn"t had a hard cock in years. And maybe never had one as big as this one. I had to know, and I knew what I had to do.
I eased my face forward, hefted his cock in my hand and kissed the head. Mark"s hand immediately sought out the back of my head and urged me on. I opened my mouth and felt my pussy begin to churn with the excitement.
I let Mark"s cock lay on my tongue as I went up and down slowly on his flesh pole. I would pull off the head and lick it with my tongue and then ease back down. One of the many things my husband had enjoyed was me deep throating his cock. It was something that I enjoyed doing for him and we had spent many nights practicing until I was able to do it.
I wanted to do it now, but was unsure if I could since it had been so long. I was determined to try and let my throat relax as I descended down my son"s shaft. Both of his hands were on my head now as I went lower and lower, his cock going deeper and deeper. I did gag a bit and backed off, and then started again.
This time, Mark"s hands left my head and went down my shoulders until the were on my breasts. He touched and toyed with them slowly as I continued to suck on him. When his fingers touched my erect nipples, I let out a moan around his cock. When he began to pinch and pull at them, my mouth responded by pushing down on him, literally burying my nose in his curly hair.
Now it was Mark"s turn to groan. I held him for as long as I could before I went back to slurping at the head and sucking the shaft. It suddenly dawned on me that I was apparently not the first to do this with Mark, but I wanted to be the best.
When I would slide off Mark"s cock, he would pinch and pull on my nipples until I went back down on him. The harder and faster he pulled on my tits, the harder and faster I worked my mouth on him.
"That"s it bitch," my son said, " suck my cock. Show me what a slut you are."
It was then that I knew what Mark knew. Those were the exact words my husband used to say to me when I was sucking his cock. My son had obviously known for some time about the things me and his father did. I was wondering what else he knew about me too.
"Such a good slut. Suck my cock, bitch! Fuck me with your slutty mouth," my son commanded, again repeating the words he had apparently heard before being told to me.
His words, and his tone, set me off. I wanted to make him cum, to give it to me, like the pron actress. I could think of nothing else at the moment. My own body was on fire, but I had the desire, the need to please this man in front of me. To make him happy with me. To show him how much I loved him and what I was willing to do to please him.
Mark"s hand"s left my tits and went back to my head. It was as if his Dad was possessing him somehow as he grabbed hold of my hair and started fucking my mouth. I submissively placed both my hands behind my back and allowed my son, my new Master to do as he wanted with me.
"You like that, slut? You like me fucking your mouth?" he asked. I could only mumble a reply and I hoped he knew that I did like it.
"You"re my slut now. You understand? Mine to use anytime I want," Mark told me.
The tears rolling down my cheek were a mixture of the joy and the activity. How I had longed to find another man that understood my needs and desires. Only to find he had been in the same house with me all along.
"And now you will get what all good sluts get, bitch!" my son told me as he pulled almost out of my mouth and with his hand stroking his cock, began to fill my mouth with his hot cum.
I swallowed as fast as I could, but Mark was shooting so much I couldn"t keep it from dripping out of my mouth, no matter how tight I tried to keep my lips. When a drop of his cum left my chin and landed on my heaving tits, I experienced something I never had before; an orgasm without being touched.
I moaned and wailed around Mark"s cum shooting cock as I felt my pussy contract and relax again and again. I almost passed out, and may have if Mark hadn"t pulled his cock out of my mouth, allowing me to get a large does of fresh air.
I looked up into my son"s eyes. He had a smile on his face. His hand moved and I felt his cock wipe up his seed that had escaped from my mouth, only to have him place it back to my lips. I eagerly opened my mouth, sucking and licking his cock clean.
When I looked back up, Mark was lighting a cigarette. He took a drag and then handed it to me.
"You might want to take a little break now," my son said to me. "I"m not sure these guys are going to let you have one until they all get off two or three times."
I took a drag and blew the smoke out my cum stained lips before replying. "Yes, sir."
Emily professed indifference when it came to boys, but I always suspected that it was because they didn't pay much attention to her, and not because she really didn't want one of them to jump on her.
I'd always tried to bolster her confidence and reassure her that she was cute and fun to be with. It wasn't hard for me to say those things, because I really believed them. Emily has a wicked sense of humor that she usually keeps hidden and she's really cute. She's just a little naïve here and there. She's been my best friend for, like, forever. But I never got very far extolling her virtues to her, mostly because as a girl and her best friend my opinion just didn't count when it came to such things.
Last weekend Josh Witulski had asked her out, and although I'd been dying to ask her about it I had decided that I was going to let her bring it up. Looks like she finally was going to. Josh is OK, I guess, but he's not exactly the sharpest crayon in the box. He wasn't like her first date ever, but it had been a long time since her last one.
"What happened?"
"Well," a diffused blush crawled up Emily's face. "We were sitting in the car in front of my house after the movie. He slid over and put his arm around my shoulder." Emily paused.
"Well?"
"Well, what?"
"Well, what, did he kiss you?"
Emily took a deep breath. "Yeah, he kissed me," she went on. "I thought he was going to do it again, but instead he just kinda cuddled up. It was nice. He said that he wanted to take me to see 'Troy' – you know, the movie?" I nodded, encouraging her to go on.
"He put his finger on my breast and started drawing little circles around my nipple."
I giggled. "And what, you didn't like it?"
"No," she said, "I liked it." Emily blushed again, a delicate spray of pink spreading over her normally pale skin. "He said, like he was being all seductive or something, that he wanted to take me to see Troy because I was like his Helen, and he wanted to kidnap me and take me to Paris."
"And you said...?"
Emily started talking faster, her frustration evident in the tone of her voice. "I mean, why are guys so dumb? I couldn't seem to stop myself. I didn't mean it! I probably just sounded mean. You know, like he was some kind of dummy or something. But come on – everybody knows that Paris was the guy who kidnapped Helen from Troy, right?"
I didn't answer that. But I hadn't been calling her 'Little Miss Correct Everything' all through high-school for no reason. Emily just couldn't stand it when somebody said something that was wrong.
"Oh, I know I messed up," she said. "Big time." Like I said, Emily is not stupid. "As soon as I said it I knew I'd screwed up. Next thing I knew he'd told me goodnight, gotten me out of the car and started to drive off."
"So what?" I said. "Witulski is a boob. He doesn't know a good thing when he sees it. It's not like you really wanted him for a boyfriend anyhow."
"That's not it. I know he's a moron. It's what he said as he drove off."
Emily hesitated, a combination of discomfort and embarrassment playing over her face. She took a sudden interest in her lap, and I knew that we'd reached the crux of her problem.
"Come on," I said, patting her on the knee. "You can tell me."
Emily nodded, and I could barely hear her whispered revelation. "He said he didn't want to kiss me anymore anyways, because I kiss like a goldfish."
I couldn't believe it! Even Josh Witulski wasn't that low, was he? Nobody could be so mean they'd deliberately hurt the feelings of a girl as sweet as Emily. And certainly not a boy - they'll say anything if they think they can get into your pants. Besides, it couldn't be true. It's not like there's any big secret to being a good kisser, right?
I couldn't think of a thing to say, so I leaned forward and wrapped my arms around her tightly and held her. Sometimes words are just unnecessary, you know? Her dark hair tickled my nose and the scent of her shampoo was somehow strangely intoxicating. No wonder guys like this stuff, I thought. We held each other as some of the tension that I'd noticed in my best friend leeched out of her.
When we finally let go I could tell that unburdening herself had done Emily a lot of good. There was a trickle of a tear from the corner of her eye. She bravely wiped it away with the back of her hand and smiled at me, shaking off the trauma that Josh had caused her by sharing it with me.
Emily's eyes dropped to her lap again, and she said, "Can I ask you a favor?"
"Anything," I said. "What are best friends for? You want me to go beat him up? Start a nasty rumor that he couldn't get it up? Tell his Mommy that he prefers football players to smart pretty girls?"
Emily laughed, but then grew immediately serious. She looked straight at me, her big dark eyes somehow drawing me close to her. I remember thinking that a boy could really fall into those eyes.
"I want you to kiss me.
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