by nightstalker1960 04/07/08
Her hand gripped his shaft firmly, as she ran her tongue up the underside, her big brown eyes staring up at him, watching his reaction. She repeated the movement, as she shifted position, her tits jiggling, the nipples fully erect, proclaiming her own excitement. She moved so that she was between his spread legs, her full hips causing him to spread his legs even further. Her long blonde hair had fallen down, half obscuring her face. He reached out with his left hand to gently push her hair aside, as he watched her lips part wide and slowly engulf his cock. He reached out and tried to grasp her head, but she grabbed his wrists and pushed them to his side, her mouth slowly taking his cock in, an inch at a time, until her nose was buried in his pubic hair.
"David, get your ass down here!" My mother yelled, the tone in her voice reminding me of my drill instructor in basic training.
I shoved my rock hard cock into my shorts and jumped out of bed, taking one last look at the video before shutting it off and heading downstairs. Mom was sitting in the living room, a cigarette in one hand and a glass of scotch in the other. She was still dressed in her house coat, the front hanging open so that I could see the swell of her breasts. The television was on, tuned to Maury Povich, and a pair of women were attacking each other while an overweight black guy stood in the background trying not to be noticed.
"What is it, mom?" I said, staring at the television.
"Are you going to spend all day in your room? You've been home for three weeks, and you haven't even started to look for a job yet?" she said, pushing herself to a sitting position, which caused her left tit to fall completely out of her robe.
"I'm still actually in the Army mom. I don't officially get out for three more weeks." I said, trying to keep from looking at her. Even though she was a drunk, mom still looked pretty good. At thirty-nine she was still young, and in good shape. She constantly bragged about still being able to wear the jeans she wore in high school. At 5'4 and 105lbs, with 36C tits, she could still turn heads, and if a guy could get past the smell of booze and whiskey, and her abrasive personality, she was quite a catch. For me she was just a pain in the ass.
"I'm almost out of cigarettes, and we need bread." she said, tossing the keys at me. "And while you're out, there's a bunch of boxes out in the garage that can go to Good Will." she added, as she shoved her tit back into her robe.
I shoved the keys in my pocket and headed to the door, stopping at the closet to grab a pair of shoes and a jacket.
"I'll put something in the oven for when you get back." she called out. An image of half cooked TV dinners floated through my mind.
"That's alright. I'll pick something up while I'm out." I replied.
Walking into the garage, I saw several boxes marked in big black letters "Ben's Crap". Ben had been her latest live-in boy friend. I had never met the guy, but he had lasted almost two years. He had moved out almost a month before I got home. According to mom it was twelve months too long. I figured he deserved a medal for putting up with her that long. I started hauling the boxes out to my truck. Most of them were filled with clothes, but a couple had stereo equipment in them, and one was filled with movies.
The last one caused me to stop. I had left quite a collection of movies at home when I went into the service, mostly old action movies, and when I had come home all of them were gone. I recognized several of the titles in the box and wondered if she had thrown all of my movies out as well. With a shrug, I put the box back into the garage so that I could go through them before hauling them away.
It was obvious Ben had no intention of retrieving them, and if some of them were mine, or were worth keeping what the hell.
The woman at the Good Will drop site went through the stuff like she was searching for drugs, unfolding and checking each piece of clothing, asking me if the stereo components worked, like I had any idea. In the bottom of one box she pulled out a VHS Camcorder. She looked it over, then pushed a button. The door opened and a tape popped out.
"We don't take home movies." she said, handing me the cassette.
It took her almost half an hour to go through the stuff, and annotate it on a sheet. Finally she tallied up everything and handed me a copy of the receipt with a smile. There was a small pile of stuff they didn't take, mostly underclothes, sheets, and the cassette.
"You can toss those in the dumpster outside if you don't want them." she said, slipping her copy of the receipt into a plastic rack on her desk. "And thank you for your donations."
I shoved the unwanted items into a box and started out, amazed that Good Will actually refused anything. Walking over to the dumpster I started to put the box in. The cassette was sitting on top, and without knowing why, I grabbed it and set it aside.
I arrived home about an hour later, and headed into the house, a bag of groceries, and a bag from Ha Chin's Take Out in my hands. Mom was still sitting on the couch, sipping on her scotch while puffing on another cigarette. She looked up as I walked in, her eyes glazed over. She was obviously drunk.
"Whatcha git." she said, her words slurred. She made an attempt to sit up, her robe falling open again.
I put the bag of take out on the coffee table and took the rest to the kitchen. I put the bread and cigarettes into the fridge, and grabbed a couple of plates before heading back into the living room. Mom had managed to sit up, and rearrange her robe so that she wasn't falling out. I sat down beside her and served up some food.
She mumbled a quick thanks and started eating, pausing between bites to sip at her whiskey. I grabbed the remote and started to change the channels, but she slapped my hand.
"I'm watching that." she snarled, grabbing the remote and switching back to "The People's Court".
"I'm going upstairs." I said, standing up, and starting toward the doorway.
She mumbled something, but I ignored it. I just wanted to get away from her.
I walked into my bedroom and tossed my coat on a chair. As it landed, the tape from the camcorder fell out onto the floor. I picked it up and stared at it, wondering what was on it, probably some home movies of some sort. I put it on the desk then sat on my bed and ate, thinking about the tape, and wondering. I had never met Ben, and I wondered what he had been like. Finishing my food, I sat the plate down and walked over to the desk, picking up the tape.
It took several minutes for the VCR to rewind the tape. I sat on my bed, a nervous feeling coming over me. Finally the tape stopped and I pressed the play button, by now anxious to see this Ben fellow. The tape started, and the screen filled with a picture of our living room. A figure walked in front of the camera and sat down on the sofa. The guy was probably in his forties, with thinning brown hair, and a bit of a stomach. He had wire rim glasses and a neatly trimmed beard.
"So this is Ben." I thought. "Not bad, for a middle aged yuppie."
Another figure walked past the camera, wearing a dark blue robe. It was mom. She walked up to stand beside Ben, and as she did, the robe fell open, and I found myself staring at her naked body. Ben turned toward her, one hand reaching up to caress her breasts while the other one gently stroked the neatly trimmed hair concealing her womanhood.
The camera shifted, and I realized someone was holding it, as it moved to a different location. Mom stared straight at the camera, motioning with a finger, beckoning whoever was holding it to join them. The camera shook slightly, then became steady. I watched as another person walked across the room, a man. He was naked, and his cock, which had to be at least nine inches long, was swaying back and forth, pointing straight out from his groin. He walked straight over to mom and Ben, as mom knelt down in front of Ben, her hands fumbling with his pants, peeling them open and pulling out his cock. She wrapped her hands around it, looking back at the camera as the other man positioned himself behind her. Her eyes still locked on the camera, she began licking his cock, her tongue tracing a path up and down the entire shaft before slowly guiding between her lips. The other man had knelt behind her, his hands caressing her upturned ass, slowly inserting his fingers into her cunt.
She began working the cock in her mouth, her lips wrapped tightly around it as she moved her head slowly up and down, from holding just the tip between her lips to burying her nostrils in his pubic hair. The guy behind her guided his cock between her legs. She moaned around Ben's cock, thrusting her hips backwards, straining to engulf two cocks at once. Ben grabbed her head, his hips thrusting upward, slamming his cock into her mouth, as the guy behind her began thrusting into her.
Suddenly Ben pulled her head down tight against his groin, shoving his entire length down her throat as he cried out. Mom squirmed around, as Ben filled her mouth with his seed. The man behind her grasped her hips and began pounding into her with renewed fury, his thrusts so hard the impact lifted her upward.
My mind was screaming for me to shut it off, but I just sat there watching as scene after scene came on, each on staring mom as some kind of slut. Every now and then, Ben's voice would fade in, making some emotion filled comment. My cock had grown rock hard watching the scenes of carnal lust unfold, even though I tried to tell myself how disgusted I was.
A knock on my door freed me from my frozen state. I quickly shut off the television, as the door opened and mom walked, or rather stumbled in.
"I'm taking a bath." she muttered, looking around my room. "So if you need to pee, do it now."
She stood there unsteadily for several seconds staring, before shrugging and walking out.
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