My cock was starting to twitch from what her hands were doing and she said, “Oh ho, does the thought of that excite you? You want to suck more cum out of me Jack? You know what else he did? He took my ass Jack. You would never do it, but he did it twice. I wished you could have seen it Jack.”
Then she took my cock back in her mouth and worked to get me hard again. The marvelous way she gave head had me up in no time and she started to move.
“See if you can fuck me as well as he did Jack.”
I couldn’t have her move to a position where she could get a good look at me so when she moved I moved and I ended up behind her with her bent over the arm of the couch. She was taunting me, “Going to have some sloppy seconds Jack? Going to slide your cock into a real man’s cum? Come on Jack, give my ass a try. He took my ass Jack and I liked it. You never would, but he did Jack and he loved how tight I was.”
I was standing behind her and my initial plan had been to stay behind her so she couldn’t see my face and then turn and run for the back door and get out. I was still fully dressed since all mom had done when she came in was to pull my zipper down, take out my cock and go for it. However, plans do change. The one thing Mellanie had always refused me was anal sex. I’d never had anal before, didn’t even know if I would like it, but I did want to experience it at least once. And suddenly there I was with a naked woman bent over the arm of the couch and daring me to ass fuck her.
“Come on Jack, be a man for once in your life; let your animal urges take over. Afraid Jack? Afraid that you might find out you like it? I did Jack, I liked it a lot and I’m going to do a lot more of it. Come on you dumb bastard, either fuck me or get out. Come on Jack, pussy or ass or both, I don’t care which, but fuck me or leave.”
I did want to. God knows that I had an iron bar sticking out of my fly and it was only inches from pay dirt, but I was torn. I was in the best possible position to get out without my mom finding out who she had really just sucked off, but I so badly wanted to push my cock into her ass. I had just decided that it was in my best interests to run for the back door when mom said, “All right Jack, get out; just get the fuck out and don’t come back” and she pushed herself to get up. When she pushed and started to straighten up her ass moved back toward me and my cock head came up against her cunt lips. When mom felt that she shoved back at me and my cock slid right into her wet pussy.
“How does it feel Jack? How do you like sloppy seconds? If you came back to move back in you better get used to the fact that you will be getting a lot of sloppy pussy. I liked it when Tony fucked me on his back seat and I’m going to fuck Tony a lot from now on. If you move back in you will need to get used to getting Tony’s leftovers because you will be following him into me a lot.”
She had her hand braced on the arm of the couch and she was shoving herself back at me and she felt good, damned good. I don’t know what my dad would have said, but if I said out loud what I was thinking my answer to her question would have been, “It feels great, and yes, I do like sloppy seconds.”
I began to wonder if Mel had fucked the guy she was sucking off and if she would have felt like mom had I stripped and joined in instead of just turning around and leaving.
I had my hands on moms hips and I was banging hard into her when I finally accepted that this might be my best and only chance at anal sex and so I pulled out of her pussy and she cried out, “No, damn you, no, not yet,” but when I put my cock at her asshole it was suddenly, “Yes, yes, shove it in my shitter Jack, shove it in.”
Again, it was her pushing back at me that made it happen and as I pushed past the sphincter muscle and felt it grip me I marveled that her ass could be so tight in light of her saying that she had already been fucked there twice that night. As I pushed my cock in to her ass she hissed out a long, “Yesssssssssssssssssssss” and all the taunting disappeared and was replaced by a long string of moans:
“Oh yes, oh yes, oh sweet Jesus yes.”
“Oh god, oh god, so good, so good.”
“Like that, like that, oh yes Jack, like that.”
“Fuck me Jack, fuck me hard and make me cum Jack, make me cum.”
I did my best. I held her hips and I pushed into her as hard as I could and hoped that the exquisite feel of that gripping sphincter muscle wouldn’t make me cum too quick. A minute or so later she gave a loud cry, her body trembled and her sphincter seemed to tighten up and I came in her butt. She fell forward over the arm of the couch and moaned, “Oh God that was good.”
While she lay there breathing heavily I zipped up, and headed for the back door. I went around to the side of the house and then looked in the window to see what she would do next. She just stayed as she was for a couple of minutes and then she stood up and looked around with a puzzled look on her face and then she staggered drunkenly over to the stair case and went up the stairs. I went out and sat in my car long enough to give her time to fall asleep and then I went inside and up to my bedroom and went to bed.
I was sitting at the kitchen table sipping coffee and reading the morning paper when mom came down from her bedroom.
“Benny! When did you get here?” she said, as she came over and gave me a hug.
“I got in late last night.”
“How late?”
“It must have been after you went to bed because I saw a trail of clothes leading from the front door to the steps.”
“Was your father still here when you got here?”
” I didn’t see him so I guess he must have left before I got here.” “You didn’t see him?”
“No mom.”
“And I was in bed when you got here?”
“I guess so. I didn’t see you or hear you so unless the clothes on the floor were from another time I’d guess that you were in bed.”
I could see from the look on her face that she thought that something wasn’t right, but she dropped the subject. I left to go visit some friends and mom told me to figure on dinner around five-thirty. I was home by four-thirty and I went into the kitchen to see if there was anything I could do to help mom with dinner. I was peeling potatoes when mom said, “I talked to your father today.”
“Oh? How is he?”
“He’s fine. He says he wasn’t here last night.”
I looked over at her and saw her looking at me with a strange look on her face. I went back to peeling potatoes, “I wouldn’t know mom.”
Nothing else was said until we were sitting at the table eating.
“What time did you say you got in last night?”
“Late mom, real late. It was about two or two-thirty.”
The look she gave me said that she didn’t believe me, but not another word was said for the rest of the meal.
For the next five days I kept mom company during the day and at night she went out and I went and shot pool with my friends. When mom came home she was always in one of the stages of drunkenness, her lipstick was always smeared, her hair mussed up and her clothing mis-buttoned. I don’t know where dad got the idea that mom would be a basket case since he had moved out, but if she was I didn’t see it. She hadn’t wasted one minute in replacing him, at least in the sexual department.
I still got those strange looks from mom and I know that she thought she knew who she had screwed on my first night home, but without a confession from me or some other form of proof she could never be sure.
On Saturday my sister Amy showed up and I told mom I’d be leaving the next day. On Sunday morning I gave mom a hug and a kiss goodbye and headed on home. For the next twenty-one years, right up to the day she passed on, I still got those strange looks every time we were together and I knew what she was thinking. Sometimes I wondered if the thoughts were good ones and she just wished she knew who to thank.