Waiting for something sucks. It sucks even more when you are hurt, pissed off, and have nothing to do but think about what’s got you hurt and pissed off while you wait.
I have so many things running through my head right now. Questions, thoughts, and feelings are bouncing around like ping pong balls on crack, and I’m unsure where to start. I even wonder where my inner voice is. I guess the fucker is sitting back watching the shitshow with a big fucking bag of popcorn right now because that doesn’t awaken it. Fuck. Should I yell that or keep it in like I’m doing now? Fuck, I can’t even make up my mind about that. How fucked up is this going to make me?
I want to do something besides stand here, wait, and be confused. Maybe I need to talk to someone. I pull my phone out, and the first thing to come up is Mom’s contact info page. She’s coming to get me, so I’m not going to call her. I start looking at my contacts, and the first one that stands out is Jeremy.
I’m about to call him when the popcorn-eating fucker decides to say, Hey, dumbass, what are you going to say to him?
Um, hey, I just got used as a revenge fuck, and I’m not sure how to take that. I say back to it. How about that?
Yeah, that could work, but he’s probably going to wonder why he would be your first call, the voice says.
Because we are friends, I say.
True, but he will think Suzy is your first, and she’s not. You’re like him and have a secret. That’s why you were going to call him. If you talk to anyone, it should be Joey, and he’s at work right now, the voice says.
Well, I need someone to talk to, I say.
“Are you stalking me?” A female voice says from behind me.
I turn around and see Gabbie standing there, smiling at me. Gabbie, or Gabriela Fernandez, or Officer Fernandez, yes, the one who pulled me over this morning. She’s not in her uniform this time, but she has a gray t-shirt on that says Police in big, bold black letters, a pair of dark blue running shorts, white socks, and tennis shoes. The shirt is wet, probably from sweat, because she’s sweaty and looks like she has been running.
As her name implies, she’s of Hispanic descent, and I think she’s in her mid to late twenties. She stands about five feet nine inches tall, and I would guess her to be about 140 to 150 pounds. Her shoulder-length honey-brown hair that’s tied in a ponytail, suited her brown eyes and bronze skin. As I said this morning, she has a good-looking butt that looks even better in her running shorts (I can see it in the reflection from the dojang’s window) and possibly has C-cup-sized breasts.
The smile fades and is replaced by a worried look, and she says, “Oh, kiddo, I’m sorry. I was just joking, I thought you knew I lived just right down the street.”
I guess I look about as bad as I feel. I say, “I know, Gabbie, and that didn’t upset me. I'm just waiting for Mom to get here to pick me up.”
“Ok, so then it’s Suzy breaking your heart, huh?” Gabbie says more than she asks.
I’m about to ask her how she knows, and she says, “Tyler, I’m a trained investigator, but I don’t have to be to figure that out. It’s written all over your face, and you’re standing outside where she lives.”
She does something that I would never have expected, which is to come over to me and hug me. I return the hug and feel her ample breasts press into me.
Gabbie starts to chuckle. “Damn, kiddo. You smell like sex,” Gabbie says with a little laugh.
I pull back from her, mortified because I think she means I smell bad. Not that she should have much to say about that, being that she’s been out running.
I guess I don’t have a poker face because Gabbie says, “Relax. That’s not a bad thing, and yes, I know I smell too. So, what’s going on with you and Suzy?”
My inner voice returns to say, Be careful what you wish for. You just might get it. What are you going to do now? You sure as hell can’t tell Gabbie about you and Mom. She would end up in prison for sure. Saying anything about you and Suzy is probably out too, because of the livestream. That will get her in trouble.
“Earth to Tyler,” Gabbie says.
“Sorry,” I say. “It’s complicated, and I’m trying to sort things out.”
Gabbie laughs and says, “People put too much into things, and that’s why it’s complicated. What’s the root of the problem with you and Suzy?”
“I don’t know,” I say.
In a way, that’s true. I’m unsure what part of what just happened bothers me the most. The sex with Suzy was great, and I was hoping for more, but that doesn’t look like it’ll happen. I don’t want to run with the popular crowd because almost all of them are a bunch of two-faced, fake-ass, self-centered assholes who love drama.
I didn’t think Suzy was really like that, but how can I not now? Sure, she said she loved me, but was that really true? How can a person use someone they love the way she did?
It makes me wonder if Blake even fucked around on her with Hannah. I don’t like the guy because he’s an asshole, and yeah, I can easily see him doing it, but I don’t think I would have fucked Suzy had she not said Blake was fucking around on her. It’s not like I would really know anyway. Sure, I have Facebook, but I barely use it, and Suzy knows this because we are friends on there. I don’t even remember the last time I posted anything on it, but she might. I guess I could have gone home last night and checked to see if there was any drama, and maybe there is, but I didn’t.
Instead, I was balls deep in Mom, but that’s a different, um, well, I’m not even sure what to call it. I don’t know if Mom even knows what to call it either, and maybe that’s why she let me fuck Suzy.
This brings me back to Suzy. God only knows where she is right now and what she’s doing. For all I know, she could be back with Blake at this moment, bobbing on his knob like nothing ever happened. Telling him that she loves him. Fucking him like she did me.
I feel like the dam is about to break, at least about what happened with Suzy when Mom pulls up. I also see Gabbie staring at me with a look of, “Well, are you going to say anything besides that?”
“I’m sorry, Gabbie. I really don’t know,” I say.
It’s been a long time since I cried. I think the last time was when I was still in grade school, but I can feel my eyes start to water. I guess Gabbie can see this because she steps forward and gives me another hug. This one is tighter than the last one, and I also notice that her nipples are hard when she does this.
Gabbie has some powerful ESP because she says, “I know you can feel my nipples. I told you that you smell like sex, kiddo. That is exciting for a woman to smell. You’re also showing you’re very vulnerable, and that’s a turn on too. If it were legal, I would take you home and fuck your brains out for you to forget all about Suzy.”
“We could still do it,” I say, and my cock twitches.
Gabbie releases me and looks up at me with the same cop look on her face that she had this morning. “Time for you to go, Tyler,” She says.
She turns away from me and starts jogging away from me. Way to go, dumb fuck, my inner voice says around a mouthful of cheese-flavored popcorn.
I hope you fucking choke, I say as the tears start rolling.
Through the tears, I watch Gabbie jog away. She crosses the street and jogs down a block to an apartment building, and goes into it without looking back at me. I open the door and get into the car.
As I’m shutting it, Mom says, “Well, this can’t be good.”
“It’s not, and I may have just made things worse,” I say.
Mom pulls away from the curb, and we head home. On the way there, I tell her that Suzy used me for a revenge fuck against Blake and that she live-streamed it. I also tell her the only way that she would ever date me is for me to become one of her fake-ass friends, which I think hurts the most. I also tell her about what just happened with Gabbie. Mom isn’t saying much, and that has me kind of worried.
I wrap up telling Mom what happened with Gabbie as we walk into the house, and that’s when Mom says, “She must have been really turned on to say that to you.”
“Huh?” which is the only thing I can think of to reply back to Mom with.
“Gabbie can get into trouble for just saying that,” Mom says. “Your reply to her was a normal guy reply, baby, and she knows that too. If she’s mad at anyone, it’s probably herself.”
Before I can say anything, Mom hugs me and then says, “She’s right, though. You do smell like sex.”
Mom kisses me on the lips, and I return it. That kiss leads to another, and then another, and then another. My hands slide down Mom’s back to her butt, and I grab both cheeks and squeeze them. Mom moans into my mouth when I do this, and then opens her mouth to trade her tongue with me.
She starts grinding her body against mine as our tongues duel. I get a good grip on her butt again and pick her up. Mom moans again and wraps her legs around me. I carry her over to the couch and sit down on it. We stop kissing briefly, and I take her shirt off. As I was kissing her, I could tell she wasn’t wearing a bra. I start to go for one of her tits, but she stops me by pulling my shirt up. Once my shirt is off, I go for her tits again. Mom pushes me back, gets off my lap, and stands up.
Before I can start to wonder why, she pulls her shorts down. She still hasn’t put panties on, so the only thing she has left on is her shoes and socks, which she slips out of her shoes. Before I can take my shorts and boxers off, Mom sits back down on my lap and starts kissing me again. I can feel her rubbing her pussy against my hard cock. My hands go back to her ass, and I start kneading her cheeks. I’m able to slip out of my shoes while I make out with Mom. Mom stops, stands up again, and says, “Lay down on your back.”
I lift my hips up, pull my shorts and boxers down, and then bring my legs up on the couch so I’m lying on my back. Mom straddles my face and then lies down on me so we are in a sixty-nine. Before she is able to take my cock in her mouth, my lips lock onto the closest part of pussy, which is her clit. I take it into my mouth and suck on it, causing her to moan as her lips slide over my cock head. This causes me to moan as I suck on her clit. Mom moans as my cock slides further into her mouth and down her throat.
I split her folds with my tongue and find her clit with it, and start to trace circles around it as Mom starts bobbing her head up and down. My hands find her ass again, and I start kneading her cheeks again as I suck on her clit again. Mom’s hands start rubbing my balls and stroking my shaft as she traces a circle around the head of my cock with her tongue. I take my tongue and start fucking her with it, and she starts deep-throating me.
The way we were going at each other, it was like a competition to see who could make the other cum first. I know I wanted to make Mom cum first, so I remove my tongue from her fuckhole and go back to sucking and licking her clit. I also bring my right hand down and slide two fingers into her just as she is bobbing her up. My dick comes out of her mouth, and Mom says, “Oh, fuck yes, baby.”
I smile as I suck Mom’s clit, and hear her moan and say, “I felt that too, you fucking brat. If you’re so determined to make me cum first, then do it already.”
How can I argue with that? I curl my fingers down and start rubbing her G-spot as I lick and suck on her clit. Mom had put my cock back in her mouth, probably to try to get back at me, but as I worked her pussy with my fingers and mouth, she stopped sucking me. Instead, it was like my dick was a thermometer stuck in her mouth. She was moaning, though, and that did feel good. Maybe that’s why blow jobs are also called hummers.
I have worked Mom right to the edge, and with a hard suck on her clit I take her over it. Her thighs tighten around my head as the rest of her body goes rigid. Her pussy tightens around my fingers. Then she starts shaking and bucking wildly. Mom’s juices flood my mouth and coat my face and fingers. She isn’t as vocal this time around because my cock is stuck in her mouth like a thermometer.
I continue to lightly lick Mom, remembering the last time that I brought her off with my mouth and how she made me stop. Her orgasm subsides, and her thighs and pussy lose their hold, so I’m able to pull my fingers out of her. Mom gets off of me and stands at the side of the couch.
I’m not sure what is going on, and I guess Mom can see this because she says, “I want you to fuck me missionary style.”
How can I argue with that? I sit up on the couch, and Mom lies down and spreads her legs wide for me. I sit there and stare at her momentarily, taking in the beautiful sight.
“Well, what are you waiting for?” Mom asks, bringing me back to reality.
“Sorry,” I say. “I was just admiring the beautiful view you were giving me.”
“That’s sweet, baby, but I need you to fuck me now,” Mom says.
I get on top of Mom and line my dick up with her pussy. I push it into her and sink it all the way in. Mom and I let out a deep moan, and she wraps her legs around my waist and her arms around my neck. I lean down, and we passionately kiss while I pump my cock in and out of Mom’s wet pussy.
Mom breaks our kiss and says, “Oh God, baby, this feels so good. I don’t know why I waited so long to do this.”
“What since St. Patrick’s Day?” I ask.
“Nope. Even before then,” Mom says with a smile. “I’ve wanted this cock since you were fourteen and jerked off in the shower.”
“But I thought you were pissed when I did that,” I say, surprisedly.
I’m so surprised that it throws off my rhythm, and I slide all the way out of Mom.
“Wait,” Mom says and lets go of my waist with her legs. “Make sure you are lined up before you try to put it back, or you will hurt yourself.”
I line myself up again and put it back in Mom. She wraps her legs around me, and we start fucking again.
“That’s a good boy,” Mom says. “See, some silly little girl wouldn’t have done that, and you would have learned that the hard way. As far as being pissed goes, I was, but I was more pissed at myself. I know you have been doing it before that, but that was the first time I pretty much caught you. I knew it was wrong, but it turned me on. If you didn’t have the door locked, who knows what would have happened.”
I start to pick up speed because the thought of Mom catching me jerking off excites me, but Mom says, “No, baby. Keep it at that speed for right now. I’m starting to get sore, and I want this to last a while.”
I slow back down, and Mom says, “Such a good boy. You listen so well to Mommy, even when you’re not balls-deep in me.”
Mom pulls me in, and we kiss tenderly. We break our kiss, and Mom says, “Sara and I have talked many times about what I have wanted to do with you. She said that I should just go for it, but I didn’t want your first time to be with me. I was afraid that it would scar you or something. Just like I was afraid that if we ever did anything together, it would do the same. I felt terrible for wanting you like that, but the more I fought, the stronger I wanted you. I figured it wouldn’t be as bad if I had sex with you after you had sex with someone. I begged Sara to take your cherry so I could have you, but she wouldn’t, saying that if I wanted you so bad that I should do it.”
I have kept the pace of my strokes even though what Mom is telling me is exciting me. Mom pulls me in, and we kiss tenderly again. When we break that kiss, Mom says. “I was so close to doing it on St. Patrick’s Day. It felt so good being in your arms and having my body pressed close to yours. I don’t know how, but I was able to stop myself.”
“I had no idea of any of that,” I say.
“Of course, you didn’t,” Mom says. “You were focused on fucking Kim and Suzy.”
I can see the lust in her eyes, but I notice a glimmer I have never seen before. I don’t think she is close to cumming because I have seen the look in her eyes for that. It keeps my attention, and I keep eye contact with her as I keep sawing my dick in and out of her.
“Oh, God. This is so good,” Mom says with a moan. “Are you doing ok, baby?”
“Yes, Mom,” I say. “I shouldn’t have been focused on them. I should have seen how much you wanted this and given it to you.”
Mom pulls me back in, and we kiss again. Our tongues intertwine and duel with each other with passion. Mom’s legs tighten around me, and her hips raise up as my cock goes into her.
She moans deeply in my mouth, breaks our kiss, and says, “God, yes, baby.”
Mom urges me to pick up the pace by thrusting her hips into me a little faster, and I quickly match her. She smiles at me and then strokes my left cheek with her right hand. Our eyes are still locked onto each other, and I can still see the glimmer in hers.
“That’s it, baby.” Mom said. “Make love to me. Let Mommy show you that everything will be ok.”
I feel like I am getting close to cumming, and I think Mom is too. I lean down again and kiss Mom as I see my Johnson sliding in and out of her hot, wet box. As my tongue touches Mom’s, she starts cumming. She starts shaking under me, and her legs tighten around my waist. That’s enough to send me over the edge. I push in as deep as I can into her pussy and unload my cum laden balls. Our kiss is broken as we ride the waves of our orgasms.
I lay on top of Mom as we catch our breaths for a couple of minutes, but even after that, I still hadn’t moved. I felt better about what had happened with Suzy. “Tyler, would you mind rolling over on your side?” Mom asks. “We can still cuddle, but you are pretty heavy on top of me.”
I roll over onto my left side but still have ahold of Mom. We lay like that for a few minutes, with neither of us saying anything. I start to feel myself dozing off when my stomach lets out a loud rumble. Mom lets out a laugh, and she’s about to say something when her stomach answers mine with an equally loud rumble. We both laugh and then say at the same time that I guess we worked up an appetite. We laugh again, and Mom leans in, and we kiss again.
“Come on, let’s get dressed, and we can just go grab a bite to eat out somewhere,” Mom said.
“Gio’s?” I ask while I roll off the couch to start to get dressed.
Mom laughs and asks, “Don’t you ever get tired of that place?”
“No. It kind of reminds me of your cooking,” I say.
Mom laughs again and says, “Well, there’s a good reason for that.”
She doesn’t give me the reason and instead picks up her clothes off the floor and walks into her room. She’s in there for a couple of minutes, and I use the time to get dressed in the living room. I just get my shoes tied when my phone dings and then dings again. I fish it out of my pocket and see that I have two texts from Suzy.
I open them up, and the first one says:
Suzy: Hey, I figured you would want a copy of this.
Me: I thought you said you live-streamed it.
Suzy: I did A friend of mine who was watching recorded it.
Me: Blake recorded you getting fucked by another guy to get back at him?
Suzy: No. There you go being a dork again. Blake wasn’t the only one watching us fuck. It was one of my girlfriends if you really must know. She also saw the pic of your cock you sent me and says she’s looking forward to riding it. I think she’s playing with herself in the bathroom right now. So see, I told you that it would help you get laid.
I’m about to type something back to Suzy when Mom walks into the living room. She’s dressed and has brushed her hair, but she’s also carrying a small light blue plastic storage trunk that I have never seen before.
I guess I have an Oh fuck I’m busted look on my face because Mom gives me the look and says, “What?”
“Nothing, really,” I say.
“Tyler,” Mom says in a stern Mom tone.
“Just some more drama from Suzy,” I say. “Can I show it to you after dinner, please?”
Mom agrees, and we make our way to the door. I get to it first and open it, but I hold it open for her. Once she’s out, I shut and lock it, and then a thought comes to me. It has been a while since Mom has been on a date, and I have never been on one. With us doing what we have done, it might be nice for her if I treat her like one. I quickly run to my truck and open the passenger door for her.
“I thought I would drive if that’s ok,” I say.
Mom agrees and gets in the truck. As I’m heading to the driver’s side, my phone dings. I don’t bother checking it because I figure it’s Suzy again, and I really don’t feel like talking to her right now. I get in the truck, start it up, and then change the station on my radio to the one that Mom listens to. I drive us about a mile to Giovanni's Little Italian Restaurant, or Gio’s as Mom and I call it. On the way there, my phone keeps dinging, and I still ignore it because I’m driving.
We pull into the parking lot, and I get a parking spot. Mom is about to open her door and get out when I ask her to wait, please. I hop out of the truck, run around to her side, and open the door for her. Mom gives me a look and asks, “What are you doing?”
“I’m holding the door open for you,” I say.
Mom gets out of the truck and says, “Don’t play coy, you know what I mean.”
“I’m trying to be a gentleman, Mom,” I say as I offer my arm.
She takes my arm, and I walk her to the door of the restaurant and then open it for her. There is a bit of a wait for us to be seated, but when we do get to the table, I pull her chair out for her to sit on. As I take my seat, my phone dings again. This time, I pull it out of my pocket and just turn it off. I don’t want that to interrupt my time with Mom. Our waiter arrives, and we both already know what we want to eat.
We order an appetizer of Italian sausage-stuffed mushrooms. For the main course, I order the Italian Sausage Stuffed Manicotti and breadsticks with water to drink. Mom orders Conchiglie (the small pasta shells) topped with an Italian sausage beef meat sauce with diced green peppers, onions, and tomatoes, a side of breadsticks, and red wine to drink.
Mom and I catch up on other things that are going on in our lives. One of the things is a rumor that has been going around school all year, that we are going to be getting a wrestling team. As I have said, I’m not much into sports, but this does interest me. I can tell Mom is less than thrilled with the idea, though. When I started high school, I could have gone to the other school that has a wrestling program, as Jeremy did, but Mom didn’t support the idea.
I change the subject and ask her about how her work is going, about the time the main course arrives. She works as a certified professional accountant (CPA) for the State. Most of what she says is above my head, but she has taught me some things.
As we are down to our last bites of dinner, the waiter comes back to the table and asks if we want dessert. Mom and I order a piece of Tiramisu to go, and I ask for the check. He says something about me not being able to pay because of the wine Mom had, and I tell him to go ask Gio and give him my name. I know he won’t have a problem with it because I paid for Mom’s birthday last year, and a couple of times since then.
As expected, Gio Greene, the father of Jennifer and Courteney Greene, comes out of the back a couple of minutes later with the Tiramisu and the check. Yes, I know Greene is an Irish last name. He got that from his father. His mother’s last name was Marchetti. He has a warm smile on his face and sticks around for a couple of minutes to talk with Mom and me. As he leaves, he tells me that if I ever want a job there, to let him know. Gio has been doing this since I turned sixteen. I tell him that I’m still working at the dojang and thank him for the offer.
I pay the bill, tip the waiter, and then Mom and I leave. As we are walking out of the restaurant, I get the door for her and then open the door for her when we get to the truck. On the way back to the house, I stop at a gas station and pick up a couple of roses for her. I give them to her while we are still stopped there, but I can tell that it surprised her. From the gas station, it’s a straight shot home. I park in my spot in the garage, hop out of the truck, and open Mom’s door.
Mom gets out of the truck, and just as the garage door closes, she wraps her arms around my neck and pulls me into a passionate kiss. We break the kiss, and she says, “Thank you for a wonderful time and the roses. In a way, you made it feel like we were on a date.”
“So I did good then?” I ask.
“Yes,” Mom said. “I was your first with that, too, huh?”
“Yes. Are you mad?” I ask.
Mom leans in, gives me a quick, tender kiss, and then says, “ No, but let’s go inside. We have things to talk about.”
We make our way inside and get into the living room, where we both sit down on the couch. Mom looks at me and says, “Why don’t you go first, because I know what’s going on up to the point when we left for dinner.”
I pull my phone out and turn it on. It dings when it’s connected to the network, and when I unlock it, I see I have a lot of text. A lot of them are from numbers I don’t have in my contact list, and I guess they are from the popular crowd of friends Suzy is a part of. I see Jeremy’s name in the list, as well as Jennifer’s and Courteney's.
“Well?” Mom asks.
“Sorry,” I say, and scoot closer so Mom will have an easier time seeing my phone.
I pull up Suzy’s conversation and hold my phone so Mom can read it. “This is what I got right before we went to dinner,” I say.
Mom sees there’s a video and asks, “Is this you two having sex?”
“Yep,” I say.
“I thought you said she live-streamed it,” Mom says.
“She did, but Blake wasn’t the only one watching,” I say. “Apparently, she had a friend watching and recording it. Once she got to her friend's house, they must have watched it to make sure everything was good, and then she sent me a copy.”
“Have you watched it?” Mom asks.
“No, and I really don’t need to because I was one of the stars,” I say.
“Do you want to watch it?” I ask.
Mom is quiet for a little bit. I can see that she is wrestling with the question. She shakes her head and says, “No. Not right now. So, is that it?”
I shake my head and say, “No. The last message I saw before you came out ready for dinner was her talking about how her friend saw the dick pic I sent to Suzy and wants me to fuck her too. I turned my phone off because I thought it was Suzy who was still texting me, and I didn’t want our dinner to be interrupted by her drama. Well, I was partly right in doing that. It was because of Suzy, but more people have texted me.”
“How many?” Mom asks.
I hit the back button, and the message log comes up. I try to show it to Mom, but she is still looking at me. “That’s not what I meant when I asked how many.”
“Ok, what do you mean then?” I ask.
“How many girls am I going to have to share you with?” Mom asks.
I look at Mom and then look at my phone and start counting the unknown numbers. I get to four when I feel Mom’s hands pull my hands. I look up from my phone, and she’s staring at me.
“I’m sorry, Tyler,” Mom says. “That’s not a fair question to ask you. You haven’t had any time alone to process all of this. I’m not even sure my telling you about your father when you get done talking is such a good idea.”
I’m about to say something when Mom says, “But I promised you I would. And I have been preparing myself to do it. I’m also getting off the subject. You were saying that more people started texting you.”
“I was going to say that I haven’t read any of them yet. If you want, we can go through them together,” I say.
“No. That’s ok, baby. I will let you look through them and figure out what you want to do,” Mom says. “Is there anything else?”
“No,” I answer and turn my phone back off.
Mom takes a deep breath and lets it out. “Do you remember living anywhere else besides in this house?” Mom asks as she opens the blue storage trunk.
“No,” I answer after thinking about it for a couple of minutes.
Mom takes another deep breath and lets it out.“Well, we didn’t always live here. At first, I didn’t know what to do,” She says as she gets into the trunk.
“I guess I should start from the start,” Mom says as she digs around in the trunk and then pulls out a high school yearbook. “I misspoke when I said I got pregnant with you at sixteen. I was fifteen.”
Mom opens the yearbook, and there is a colored picture of her in a black and gold cheerleading uniform with the word Eagles printed on her top. She picks it up and hands it to me. Mom has a big smile on her face, and she really does look happy in the picture.
“That was taken my sophomore year,” Mom says. “My last year of high school. My freshman year, our football team was undefeated going into the State Championship, but we ended up losing by four points. Sophomore year, we had almost all of the starters return from the year before, and there was a new kid who had moved to town and played Wide Reciver. Like the year before, we went undefeated and made it to the State Championship. We played the same team we did the year before, and we won this time. The whole town went nuts, and there was a big party at Kristen Becker’s house.”
Mom had flipped to the pictures of people in the yearbook, and she points Kristen out to me. I can see that she’s a senior and was wondering what her connection to Mom was because of the difference in grades.
Mom must have read my mind because she says, “Kristen was the most popular girl in the school. She wasn’t a cheerleader because she had no coordination. She could seriously trip and fall over the air. She was part of the crowd because of her looks and her family’s money.”
I say, “Kristen looked good, but you looked hotter.”
“You sound like your father,” Mom says. “Kristen was his girlfriend, but he had a thing for me even before we hooked up at the party.”
“So why didn’t he date you instead?” I asked.
“There were a few reasons. He was eighteen, and I was fifteen. He was a senior, and I was a sophomore. But probably the biggest was like the other boys at the school; he was scared of your grandfather,” Mom said. “Your grandfather was a very intimidating man. He was a strict, born-again Southern Baptist who found his faith in prison. Daddy’s favorite line was that he had been to prison and wouldn’t bat an eye at going back.”
Hearing my grandfather did prison time is a huge shock, and I ask, “What did he go to prison for?”
“He got drunk and killed a guy in a bar fight,” Mom says. “He was convicted of manslaughter and served his time. When he got out, he contacted your great-grandfather, a Minister, for a job. Grandpa gave Daddy a job and a place to stay, and that’s how he ended up with your grandmother.”
Mom took a deep breath and continued, “Because of their faith, I wasn’t on any medical birth control. I wasn’t allowed to date, which meant I couldn’t have sex. I also wasn’t allowed to drink, smoke, or cuss. Daddy and Mom tried to keep a close eye on me, but the night of the party, I was able to sneak out. I planned to only be there for an hour or two, have a couple of drinks, say hi to a few people, and then sneak back into the house. I arrived a couple of hours late and missed the drama between Kristen and Doug. Apparently, Doug’s eyes wandered again, and Kristen broke up with him again.”
Mom took another deep breath and continued, “Kristen ended up spending the rest of the party in her room with a couple of friends, which left Doug free to do whatever he wanted. At first, that was to hang around the keg with his friends and drink, but that changed when I came in to get a drink. He got me my first drink and then started hanging out with me. I’m not going to lie, I loved it. Doug was the star quarterback and a hunk I had a crush on. As the party went on, he would get me more beer when my cup was empty.”
I cut Mom off, “So what you are going to say is that Dad got you drunk and took advantage of you.”
Mom looks at me, slightly irritated that I interrupted her, “Not really. I mean, in a way, yes, he did, but in a way, no, he didn’t. I don’t know how much I would have done with him that night if I hadn’t been drinking. I liked being with him and wanted to be his girlfriend. So, if that meant I had to put out, then I probably would have. Then again, the beer made it easier for him to score with me.”
“After he scored, he drove me home. I got busted by Daddy sneaking back into the house. I thought I was being quiet, but I guess I was making enough noise to wake the dead. When he saw I was drunk, he got the belt out and spanked me with it, something he hadn’t done since I was a little girl. Of course, I was also grounded, and if I thought Daddy was in my business too much before, it was nothing compared to after that night.”
“Not that it mattered when it came to Doug and I. The next day, he was back together with Kristen, and I was crushed. Of course, it was all over school that Doug had fucked me, so I was labeled a slut. With Daddy being in my business, I caught another beating for that.”
“I had already started thinking of running away before I knew I was pregnant with you. I just wasn’t sure where I would go. I was one day late with my period, and I started crying. I was scared that Daddy would kill me. The good news was that Daddy didn’t know my cycle, so I didn’t catch another beating. The bad news was that each day that passed without Aunt Flo showing up made me that much more sure I was dead when he did find out.”
“I was two weeks late when I started morning sickness, and I cried again. I left the house that morning but didn’t go to school at first. I stopped at a local drugstore and picked up an at-home pregnancy test. When I got to school, I stopped in a bathroom to take the test. You know how it turned out, but what you don’t know is I cried again. As I told you, Tyler, I love you, but I wasn’t ready for you. I was scared and felt lost. I knew Daddy would be upset, but I had no idea how much he would be. I also didn’t know how Doug would react and if he would be around.”
“I got a hold of myself after a few minutes and buried the test at the bottom of the trash can. I left the bathroom and started to head to my first-hour class when the bell rang to let it out. I melted in with everyone else until my friend Christy found me. With everything on my mind, I forgot that there was a basketball game that night, and I was supposed to be in my cheerleading uniform. Christy picked up on the fact that I wasn’t in uniform, and I started getting questioned. I was able to put off that I wasn’t in uniform because I wasn’t feeling good, and the only reason I was at school was because I had a test in Biology. That night, I didn’t cheer at the game, which made Daddy curious. I told him I wasn’t feeling good, and he took it for an answer. I felt bad about not being at the game and blamed myself when I heard we lost.”
“Three more days passed before Daddy caught on to what was happening. To his credit, he let me finish throwing up first before unleashing his wrath. He didn’t get physical with me, which surprised me until he told me that he didn’t need the death of his unborn grandchild on his soul. He did call me a whore, and threw me out of his house. I tried to go to my grandparents, but Daddy had called them and told them I was pregnant, so they turned their backs on me. I had nowhere to go but school, and that’s where I went.”
“I was late to school again and missed the first-period class. It wasn’t a big deal that I missed that class because it was a Study Hall. I went to my second-period Current Events class and barely entered the door before the bell rang. About halfway through class, I was hit with another wave of sickness and had to run out to be able to make it to the bathroom. I didn’t notice Coach Lightfoot, who was the Cheerleader Coach, chased me out of the class until I felt a cool, wet paper towel on my neck as I threw up in the toilet.”
“I didn’t need to say a word to her because she knew I was pregnant just from my throwing up and how I had been acting. But before I could even say a word, the door to the bathroom flew open, and Ashley Gray, the captain of the cheer squad, ran in, buried her head into the toilet next to me, and started throwing up. Apparently, I wasn’t the only one who got pregnant the night of the party. The difference between us, though, was huge. Ashley was a senior and had a steady boyfriend. In fact, you saw him tonight.”
“Gio?” I ask to make sure of who she was talking about.
“Yes. He was the star tight end and Doug’s favorite target. Between the two of them, they set new school records that still haven’t been broken. They had that bond probably because they were best friends and had played ball together since they could pick up a football. Anyway, back to what I was saying, Coach wasn’t happy with either of us, but she was one of the people who helped me. She helped me get set up with an OBGYN and would let me stay with her sometimes while the school year wrapped up. I would mainly stay with Ashley or some of the other girls from the squad, well, that was until Ashley and Gio got married the day after they graduated.”
“Gio’s parents had an apartment above their garage that Gio and Ashley moved into. Gio had a full ride to almost any Division One University in the country for football, but he gave it up so he would be able to be with Ashley and the girls. I have no doubt that he would have gone pro after college, but he went to the community college here for business and opened up the restaurant with the help of his parents.”
“Your father, Doug, also had a full ride. When I told him I was pregnant, he asked me what I wanted him to do about it. When I asked if he would make an honest woman of me and marry me, he laughed at me and walked away from the both of us. This caused a fight between Gio and Doug. Gio felt and told Doug that if he was man enough to get me pregnant, then he should be man enough to take care of me and to raise you. Doug told Gio to mind his own business, and if he was that worried about what happened with me, he should do something about it. Doug went on to the University of Ohio State and became the starting quarterback his Freshman year.”
“I wasn’t the only one that he knocked up and left. Two months after I found out I was pregnant, Kristen Becker was too. Doug broke up with her for good after that, and while the rumor was that it was Doug’s baby she carried, other rumors named other guys.”
“Gio did do something about me being pregnant. His parents had heard that I had been thrown out of my house and knew that I was pregnant, even though they didn’t go to your Grandpa’s church. When he moved into the apartment with Ashley, he asked them if they would take me in since they would now have an empty room in their house. They agreed to it, but there would be conditions and rules for me to live there. One of them was that I had to continue my education. Whether that be getting my GED or somehow finishing high school. It was also expected that I would help out around the house, and when I could, I would get a job so I could start to support us.”
“That summer, I learned from Gio’s parents. The job I got was with them at the restaurant they had taken over from her father. She taught me how to cook. Gio’s father helped start my accounting career because he was a better bookkeeper than a cook. Mama Greene also taught me how to clean and keep a house.”
“By the time the school year started, you were born, and it was also your father’s first college game. He completed 35 passes on 47 throws for 469 yards with 6 touchdowns and rushed for 57 yards with 2 touchdowns. The sporting world was already talking about the Heisman Trophy for him while I cussed him up one side and down another even though he wasn’t there. When you came out, you were 9lbs. 3ozs. and 20.7 inches long, and I felt wrecked and exhausted. But finally having my son in my arms made it all worth it. To see the sparkle in your blue eyes when you first looked at me melted my heart, and I cried from love and joy the first time I saw you. I told you it would be us against the world, and that I wouldn’t fail you.”
“As we returned to the Greene house the next day, Ashley was being taken out to deliver Jennifer and Courteney. There weren’t any complications during the birth, but shortly after she came home with the girls, she passed away. A piece of a sponge was left in her from her cesarean section. It worked its way to her heart, and she had a heart attack in her sleep. Gio was lost and devastated after this. His parents moved him back into the house so they could keep an eye on him, and you and I moved into the apartment above the garage.”
“Jennifer and Courteney also stayed in the apartment with us, and I nursed them, and you. It took a few months, but Gio was able to pull himself together. The police investigation and rumors that he killed Ashley so he could be with me didn’t help his initial shock and the depression from her death. At one point, I could tell that he was thinking of taking his life. I wasn’t the only one to notice this, because Mama Greene came to one day. She said that Gio was a man, and he needed to be reminded of this, or we would lose him. I always looked at him as a big brother, and still do, but I went to bed with him, if only to lift his spirits.”
“You’re the fourth guy that I’ve had sex with, and sex with Gio probably led me to that point. It felt taboo and kinky, especially when we would call each other brother and sister. But it also helped fill a need and allowed us to pull ourselves together and move forward. Yes, that means we did it more than once, but I’m getting ahead of myself.”
“I had no experience seducing a man, wasn’t feeling sexy, and expressed this to Mama Greene. What she did next shocked me and opened my eyes to women. It started with a kiss and ended with us both spent, satisfied, and lying naked on the living room floor of the apartment in each other's arms. A few hours later, Papa Greene taught me what it was like to have sex with a man after I seduced him with Mama Greene’s blessing. It was the next day that Gio and I hooked up.”
“As I said, it took a few months, but Gio pulled himself together. He moved back into the apartment about a week after we first hooked up, and I figured that meant that you and I would be back in the house, but that wasn’t the case. I think Mama and Papa Greene wanted Gio and me to get together, but it wasn’t meant to be. While he was doing better, he still loved Ashley, and I wasn’t in a place for a committed relationship. In the meantime, your father kept the sports world talking. He kept putting up the numbers until they played Michigan State and lost. That might not have cost him the Heisman Trophy if that was their only loss, but they dropped three more games to Purdue, Penn State, and Michigan. He finished 4th in the running for the Heisman and finished the season playing in the Alamo Bowl against Oklahoma State, which they lost 31-28 in overtime.”
“Just because he was good at football didn’t mean I would give him a pass on his obligations to us. I had every intention to allow Doug into your life and even gave you his last name. I went to Legal Aid shortly after you were born to set up child support, and a court date was set. He didn’t show up, but had a lawyer to represent him. I would find out later that the lawyer had gone to Ohio State and was a Booster Club member for the football team. They help the team by donating money and other things. But anyway, your father pissed me off because the proceedings were delayed so a DNA test could be done. Never mind that he was the only one listed that could be your father.”
“It felt like I was on trial for my life when I wasn’t the one fucking everything walking on two legs. Big surprise, haha, the test came back that Doug was your father, so another court date was set. Doug didn’t show up again, but it was the same lawyer. Doug agreed with the test, and child support was set up, but when the issue of custody was raised, he waived his rights to it, citing that he was too busy. He also wanted me to change your last name to mine, because he was afraid it would hurt his image and prospects when he was drafted into the NFL. He also wanted the court records sealed and for me to sign a non-disclosure agreement to keep quiet about your birth.”
“The judge laughed at the motion that the records be sealed, but said it was up to me if I changed your name and signed the non-disclosure. I agreed to the name change, not because it would help Doug, but because he wanted nothing to do with us. As for the non-disclosure, I told the lawyer he could have Doug stick that up his ass.”
“Gio also had a court battle to deal with. He sued the doctor and hospital for wrongful death. About the time our case wrapped up, Gio’s lawyer came to him and said that the hospital and doctor had put out a serious offer for a settlement, and wondered what Gio wanted to do. As the lawyer said, the money really doesn’t cover the loss of her, but it does help with moving his life forward. Gio wondered if it was the highest, and his lawyer said she could probably squeeze a little more, but not much. He told her to squeeze them, and she did. While they didn’t like it, they knew they were over a barrel, because if it went to trial, there was no telling what they would end up paying.”
“They paid, and of course, she got more of the money than Gio did, but what Gio did get was nothing to sneeze at. The rumors about us were still flying around, though, and it started to hurt Papa and Mama Greene’s restaurant. Gio suggested to them and me that he and I move to the city we are in now for a fresh start. While they were sad to see us go, they were ok with it. Gio found us a house to live in and started his restaurant, while I got my GED and then started college, all while helping him with the restaurant and raising you three with his help.”
“In the meantime, Doug played 3 more years at Ohio State, and all 3 years he was talked about for the Heisman. His sophomore year, they beat Purdue, Penn State, and Michigan State, but again fell to Michigan. It was their only loss, and Michigan had 2 so Ohio State won the Big 10. They went on to play in the Rose Bowl and the national championship against USC, whose running back won the Heisman that year. Doug finished second, but people wondered if the right person won the trophy in the game between the two schools. He set records when they shelled USC 98-15 for most passing touchdowns, most passing yards, and total offense in a game. He passed 61/68 for 736 yards, 12 TDs, and rushed 8 times for 65 yards and had 2 TDs.”
“Coming off the game of a lifetime, everyone figured he would go pro, but he returned to Ohio State for the next two seasons. Both seasons, they went undefeated and won the National Championship. He also won the Heisman in both seasons, and when the last season was over, he pretty much owned all the records for a quarterback.”
“I don’t know how he did it, but he managed to keep up with the child support while in college. I’m not 100 percent sure, but I think maybe the Booster Club helped him with that. It was something his lawyer said about how they take care of their people. There was no doubt that in anyone’s mind, he would go pro, and he would probably be the number one draft pick.”
I have a pretty good idea who Mom is talking about, even though she hasn’t said his last name, but I let her continue. She had turned to a page in her yearbook that shows the football team, and I saw it.
“As luck would have it, the owner of the Jaguars, who had the number one draft pick, died, and a new owner took over. He fired the General Manager and the new Head Coach, whom the old owner had hired. Many starters were traded for draft picks or released to free agency, so when draft day arrived, the Jaguars had 11 first-round draft picks. Your father, Doug Rodgers, was the first name read for the Jaguars, and the rest of their first-round picks went into protecting him and giving him targets to throw to. He signed a 5-year $50,000,000 deal, plus had bonuses if he achieved certain things in a season.”
“His child support was adjusted, and life got a lot easier for us. I bought this place for us and the one next door for Gio and the girls. I figured it would be a start to pay him back for all he had done for us.”
She closes the yearbook and hands me a folded-up piece of paper. It’s the results from the DNA test, and it says the same thing Mom just told me. “In case you thought I was making something up, which I doubt you were, but it’s not an everyday thing that you learn your father is a pro football player.”
Looking at her, I can see she’s upset, and why she didn’t want to talk about it. She went through hell having me and got lucky that Gio was nice to her. Up until this point, I had thoughts of finding my father and trying to get to know him, but after hearing what Mom said, those thoughts disappeared. Hearing I might have a younger sibling made me want to try to find them. I folded the paper back up, “I didn’t think you were lying, Mom.”
Mom gets up and sits in my lap, resting her head on my chest. I wrap my arms around and hold her.
“I kept you away from sports because I didn’t want you to become like him. You have his arm, but I don’t think you know it. You were a baby when I first saw it. I gave you a bottle and went to change Jennifer’s and Courteney’s diapers. I guess you didn’t want it because you chucked it out of the basket you were in. When I tried to give it to you again, you did it again. You accepted a pacifier, and I was able to take care of the girls, but when Gio got home that night, I told him about it. He laughed it off, but saw it two days later when he tried to give you a bottle, and you did it again. Then he agreed you had the golden arm, as he put it.”
“By the time you were 7, I could see you were going stir crazy because you didn’t have an outlet, and that’s why I enrolled you into the dojang. Which is another thing you need to know. Kim doesn’t own it, I do.”
This catches me off guard, and I ask, “What do you mean?”
“I mean, I own the dojang. It was after Ken left Kim, and she was underwater in debt. I invited her over one night after you had gone to bed. She talked to me about the bank foreclosing on her house that night at practice. She was thinking of closing the dojang and selling everything just to maybe break even. She wasn’t sure what she would do after that and where she would live, but she didn’t see any other way around it. You seemed to enjoy going there, and I made her an offer that I would buy it from her, and she could continue to run it and live there.”
“Does Suzy know?”
“I very much doubt it. Before I just told you, the only people who knew about it were Kim, Chan, God rest his soul, and I.”
“Did you buy it before I got in the fight with Trevor?”
“Yes, and if I didn’t own it, you would’ve been looking for a new place to learn as he did. Kim wasn’t happy with you over that, but she talked me out of sending you to Military School.”
“You really were going to do that?”
“Yes, Tyler. You hurt him badly. As it was, his dad was talking about filing criminal charges and suing us. What stopped him was a high-priced colleague who told him there would be criminal charges filed against his son and a countersuit. I got a bit of a deal on the colleague because he hated Trevor’s dad, but it wasn’t free by a long shot.”
I’m just about to ask another question when Mom gets up off my lap. “Baby, we can talk about things more later. I’m pretty tired, and you really should start looking at those messages so you can figure out what to do. Just don’t stay up too late.”
I stand up, kiss her like a son would his mother, and tell her good night. She turns, walks away, and, unlike a son, I check out her ass as she leaves the living room. Doing as she says, I pull my phone back out of my pocket and turn it back on. When it’s loaded up, I start to look through the text.
The first name I pull up is Suzy’s, and I see,
Suzy: ???
Where are you
Whatever dork
I go back to my messages, and the one above Suzy’s is from someone I don’t have in my contacts yet, so I just see a phone number.
Sender: three drooling face emojis
three smiling face with hearts emojis
three face blowing a kiss emojis
I’m so wet for you
I want your cock
Hello
Don’t you want to fuck
????
It looks like Suzy was right about her girlfriend. I go back, and there are more numbers from people I don’t have saved as contacts. There are six after what I think is Suzy’s girlfriend, and they say;
Sender: You’re dead plus three skull and crossbones emojis
Sender: Let’s see who ends up in the hospital this time plus six skull and crossbones emojis
Sender: Say your prayers karate boy plus three skull and crossbones emojis
Sender: I’m going to fuck you up plus three skull and crossbones emojis
Sender: Dead man walking plus four skull and crossbones emojis
Sender: three skull and crossbones emojis
I figure it’s Blake, Trevor, and a couple of their friends that’s sent those. The next two are Jennifer and Courteney, and I laugh because they send the same messages even though they have different phones and numbers.
Jennifer and Courteney: three screaming face emojis
three smiling face with hearts emojis
three face blowing a kiss emojis
It makes me wonder if I could fuck them at the same time. What can I say, it’s not the first time the thought crossed my mind, and it’s probably what you perverts are thinking, too. I go back to my unread messages and see that Jeremy is next.
Jeremy: three screaming face emojis
thumbs up emoji
You lucky son of a bitch
Well at least one of us finally got laid
Why didn’t you tell me?
What a fucking liar is all I can think. I’m about to send him back that and say well she wasn’t my first, or why didn’t you tell me you’re fucking your mom, but leave it alone for right now. It still makes me wonder how Joey knew I screwed Mom.
Speaking of Joey, I guess Ms. Nash gave him enough of a break for Jeremy to show him who the condoms went for.
Joey: thumbs up emoji
She looks like a fun piece of ass nice going
I have one more text after Joey, and it’s marked private number.
Sender: Hey
I’ve no idea who this is, but it was sent ten minutes ago. I’m dog-tired, but I’m also curious. Yes, I know, curiosity killed the cat, but it also got it laid. Ok, I made up that last part, so fucking what. I send back, hey, and message Joey back, thanks she was.
I get a new message back from my new mysterious text buddy;
Sender: So Suzy huh
Me: Yeah what about it?
Sender: Is she your girlfriend now?
Me: No why
Sender: Just wondering do you have a girlfriend
Me: No why who’s this
Sender: Why what
Me: Why are you just wondering and asking if I have a girlfriend who is this
Sender: Why do you think
Me: I don’t know WHO IS THIS
I’m sitting there waiting and not getting anything back, so I Google Doug Rodgers, aka Dad. Mom had laid out what he did in college, and I know who he is, even though I don’t really watch football, but there were also things she left out. His Wiki page shows his birthday, his parents' names and what they did, where he and Mom grew up, his college career, his pro career, and his personal life. I see he’s married, and I have a younger brother and sister, but I wonder if that’s all since there’s no mention of me. It says he met his wife in college, and her name isn’t Kristen, so I guess at some point they broke up.
I scroll back up and start looking at his pro career. There’s little doubt he will be inducted into the Hall of Fame. He was Rookie of the Year, MVP (Most Valuable Player) of the Year ten times, Super Bowl MVP seven times, and holds many records. He’s also the highest-paid player in the league, which makes me wonder how much Mom gets from him in child support.
I close the tab, put my phone in my pocket, and start to head to bed when my phone dings. I open it back up and see it’s my new mysterious text buddy;
Sender: Come out into your backyard and find out
I walk to the back door and look out. The yard is dark, and there’s no telling who or how many are out there. There’s a light next to the door that I try to turn on, but it doesn’t work. Someone must have unscrewed the bulb, and I have a pretty good idea who that was. I guess my mystery buddy can see me because I see a dim light come on in the darkest part of the yard, and my phone dings.
Sender: Are you coming out?
Me: How do I know this isn’t a setup to be jumped?
Sender: Because if I wanted to hurt you I could do it from here, or while you were looking at your phone on the couch in the living room
That’s a little creepy, but it’s true;
Me: Then what do you want?
Sender: To feel that big cock in me
I read that and then reread it to make sure I’m seeing it right;
Sender: Please Tyler get naked come out and fuck me I’m naked wet and ready for you don’t make me wait any longer
If I get jumped, then I probably deserve it at this point. I peel out of my clothes as if they’re on fire and step out of the back door. My mysterious text buddy leaves their phone lit, so I know where to find them. As I head for the dim light, I circle our empty pool. If it were filled, the lights would be on, and I could see. In my haste to get out here, I left my phone in the house, so I have no choice but to use the dim light as a homing beacon to what I hope is a naked girl ready to have sex. Making my way to the grass, the dim light stays on, but my mysterious text buddy hasn’t made a sound. The cool night’s air has created a fog and has the grass wet, but I make my way across it to the dim light. I’m about to it when I step on what feels like a thickly stuffed fabric. I take one more step onto the blanket, sleep bag, or whatever kind of cover my mystery friend brought with them, and the light goes out.
I stand unsure of what’s coming next when I hear a female voice that’s just above a whisper say, “You can come closer.”
I keep my voice low, “Where are you? I can’t see.”
“I’m right in front of you. Take a step forward.”
I do and don’t feel or see anybody.
“Okay. Sorry. I misjudged. One more step.”
I take one more step and still don’t see anything, but feel a hand wrap around my cock. I’m about to jump back when a pair of lips go over my cockhead and take all of my flaccid cock in her mouth. A groan escapes me, and my hands fall to her head. I feel her hair is in a ponytail, and I take a hold of it as my cock hardens in her mouth. As it hardens, she pulls her mouth up until all that’s left is the head, and then with a popping sound, it comes out.
She doesn’t stop there, though, as I feel her lick my right ball from the bottom to the top. Doing the same to my left one, she goes back to my right and takes it in her mouth and sucks on it. With a pop, it comes out of her mouth, only for her to take my left one in and do the same to it. She sucks my balls like this two more times and then licks from my balls, to the base of my shaft, and up the underside of my cock to the head. Her tongue twirls around it, hitting my sensitive spot, and making me groan again.
My cockhead goes back into her mouth, and she swallows as much of my meat as she can before gagging herself. She pulls her mouth off of me so she can catch her breath, but continues stroking me. As much as I’m enjoying what she’s doing, I want to get down to her level to play with her too. I let go of her ponytail and go to my knees. My eyes have finally adjusted to the darkness, and I can make out her form in front of me, but can’t truly see who she is. She’s still stroking my hard cock with one hand, but brings up her other arm and places it behind my neck. I wrap my arms around her as I bring her in for a kiss. My aim’s a little off, and I get the corner of her mouth, but I correct, and our lips lock.
I feel her body press into mine and can’t help but notice how big her warm, soft tits are. They’re easily a C-cup if not a D-cup, and have big, hard nipples. She’s shorter than me, maybe 5’6”, and while she’s not petite, she’s not overweight. Her ponytail goes down to about the middle of her back, and I can feel that her hair is wavy. My hands work their way down her back as we continue to kiss until they come to her ass. With both hands, I cup her cheeks and squeeze, making her break our kissing to deeply inhale. Her ass isn’t as tight as Suzy’s or Mom’s, but it still feels nice, and I start kneading it as I had done with Suzy. My mystery girl moans and comes back in for another kiss. Our mouths open about the same time; our tongues meet and explore each other’s.
We stop kissing at the same time and have the same idea. I go to kiss her neck just as she goes for mine. She has a better angle than I do, so she’s able to kiss up to my earlobe and gently bite it.
“Let me suck your cock again,” she breathes into my ear.
“But I want to eat you out first.”
“69?” She whispers her question with her lips right next to my ear.
“Sounds good.”
We let go of each other, and I lay on my back. Things are a little awkward at first, with her trying to straddle me without kicking or kneeing me in the head, but we manage to find each other’s treasures. Her lips go over my head, and down my shaft as mine find her slit. I work my tongue in, lick down to her core, and probe as deep as I can, which isn’t very. She takes my meat as deep as she can, which is about three-fourths. My tongue goes back down her slit to her clit, and I swirl it around her button as I lube my index finger up with her juices from her lips. I insert my finger to the first knuckle as I suck on her clit and feel her muscles tighten. I think she might be tighter than Suzy. Suzy said she wasn't a virgin, so I have to wonder if my mystery girl is. One thing is for sure, though, my cock isn't the first one that she's sucked. She briefly stops sucking me for a second as my finger goes in, and moans with my cock still in her mouth, but she starts again.
What she’s doing feels great, but I think Mom does it a little better. Another difference is how her pussy tastes from Mom’s. Not that she tastes bad, it’s just, well, different. We continue to 69, and I keep fingering her. Like I’ve done with Mom, I want to make her cum with my mouth before we fuck. I put a second finger in her, she moans, and stops sucking me for a moment, but starts again. If I hadn’t cum so much today with Suzy and Mom, I’d probably be getting close to cumming, but I know girls are different, so I figure she has to be close. I suck hard on her clit and shake my head as I rub her G-spot, and bingo. I feel her muscles grip my fingers and try to milk them as her thighs tighten around my head.
I continue to eat her out as she comes down from her orgasm. Just as she finishes, I suck hard on her clit and shake my head as I rub her G-spot again, and she cums again. She stopped sucking me when her first orgasm hit, but now my dick is stuck in her mouth like a thermometer. It’s ok though because the vibrations from her moans feel good as I continue to eat her out. As her second orgasm finishes, I set her off with a third one by doing the same thing I did to make her cum the first two times.
God, I wish there were some light so I could see how pretty her pussy is. As I think that it’s almost like she spits my dick out of her mouth and moves off my face. Had there been light, I would have a great view. Of course, I would also know who I had been eating out, and what she was doing now. She clears that up by saying, “God, you’re good at that, now let’s see how good you are at laying this pipe.”
She has a hold of my cock, and I feel her slide down my body until her hips are over mine. My hands go to her hips, and I feel the tip of my cock touch her entrance. She pushes gently down, and her pussy spreads, little by little, to allow me in. The head of my dick pops into her, and I hear-] a sharp intake of breath.
“Are you OK?”
“Yes,” she said. “More!”
She pushes down more until I reach her hymen. Taking a deep breath, she thrust down quickly on my cock, breaking her hymen and taking her virginity. She stops moving and exhales sharply.
“Are you OK?” I ask.
“Yes.” She pushes down more, slowly taking my cock deeper until it’s all the way in. “God, Tyler, you’re so fucking big. It feels like you're splitting me in two.” My mystery girl stays still at this point, letting herself get used to my invading monster. When she’s ready, she goes back up to where the tip is just in her and then starts going back down. I lay still with my hands on her ass, allowing her time to get used to my cock. However, I want to get into this act.
“Do you want to try something else?” I ask.
“What do you have in mind?”
I roll her over, and we move into the mating press, my cock never leaving her. I move back and forth slowly, allowing her to get used to my size in this position. Each time she took a sharp breath, which turned into grunts, then moans, as I move faster and deeper. She thrust up with me, pushing more and more of my cock deep inside her. We move faster and faster, causing that unmistakable plap, plap, plap sound of two bodies colliding. Her tight, warm pussy is gripping my penetrating cock, trying to milk my load out.
As much as I have cummed today, I wasn’t sure if I could shoot another load, but I feel the brewing in my balls telling me otherwise. I can tell she’s close, and a few more strokes puts her over the edge. She pulls me down to her, and our lips meet as my cock goes balls deep into her quivering cunt. As we break our kiss, there’s a flash of light from her phone screen, and I see who my mystery girl is. The brewing in my balls now feels like a category five hurricane. Of all the girls, it could have been, of course, a fucked up fate would make it her.
I pump her full of my cock with a renewed vigor, pushing Hurricane Tyler closer and closer to making landfall. I wonder if she knows. She couldn’t, or else she wouldn’t be doing this, right? Right. It’s weird fucks that do this, and as soon as she finds out, she’ll freak out. So, keep your mouth shut, and enjoy it as long as you can. And by God, I’m enjoying it. I guess that makes me a weird fuck, but oh well, I’m already one being, I’m fucking Mom.
I’m so close now, but I want her to cum again. Maybe I can time it right, and we cum together. It feels like she’s on the cusp, and she says, “Oh, God, I’m going to cum. I want my big brother to cum. God, cum for your little sister, Tyler.”
No sooner than the last word is out of Alexus Becker’s mouth, than my little sister is cumming again. Something in me says to pull out, but that’s not happening. I push in as deep as I can and unload Hurricane Tyler.