Chapter 5

Gary Picks Up His Mother, Diane

A few minutes later, Gary was dressed and headed out. He paused outside his sister’s room and heard Trudy squealing with delight as Rachel did something perverted to her. His cock was screaming at him to open the door and join in; but his innate fear of what Trudy might do to him compelled him to obey her and he kept going, left the house and got into his car.

It was a ten minute drive to Mrs. Ekies house during which he fantasized himself fucking both girls repeatedly.

After all Rachel had jerked him off, sucked his cock even if only for a few seconds, and she HAD swiped some of his cum from her mouth and swallowed it. AND so had his sister; who had in her own way opened the door to their getting it on in the near future when she said: “I really want to feel your cock in my pussy. I’m like that when I’m high and super horny.”

Mrs. Ekies lived on a cul-de-sac in a gated community. The guard on duty was expecting him and passed him through as soon as he gave him his name.

He recalled his mother telling him that Mrs. Ekies was wealthy, divorced and had five bedrooms in a house built for entertaining. He being sixteen had never thought to question why his mother had stressed the number of bedrooms in her friend’s house. Who cared? So she had money, so what?

He knew his mother didn’t belong with the richer woman, but who knew what brought people together? He had some poor friend at school as well as one or two more affluent buddies, but figured Mrs. Hendricks liked his mother for some reason and that was good enough for him.

His thoughts remained mostly on what had just transpired with his sister and her girlfriend, and if he might get home and put his mother to bed and rejoin the girls in Trudy’s room.

They’ll both be ready to fuck by then, he told himself as he parked the car in the sumptuous house’s circular driveway.

Gary rang the doorbell and Mrs. Ekies promptly opened the door and asked him in. He found her attractive enough, in the ‘I’d bang her category.’ She wore much too much makeup, and she’d had work done on her lips and tits, even at his young age Gary could tell that. He also knew from his mother’s prattling on about her that Mrs. Ekies ex-husband was a nerdy little fuck that had made a fortune investing in dot-coms, and that she had numerous affairs including the pool boy and former gardener.

“Oh, Gerry, I am so happy you could come,” she said in a voice that sounded put on to him. He accepted her getting his name wrong without comment. Several of his mother’s friends also called him Gerry no matter how often he corrected them. He assumed they weren’t even listening to him, and let it slide.

“Diane ... I mean your mother ... really tied one on as my momma would say. If I didn’t know better, I’d think she was drinking to forget a guy. Any new boyfriends in your mother’s life since your father left her?”

His father’s leaving them was very recent news to Gary and so he just shook his head rather than get into a conversation on the touchy subject. As to his mother having a boyfriend, he thought that out of the question. It had never occurred to him. Even though he had had that close call in her bedroom recently and might have jumped her bones if his sister hadn’t intervened.

Mrs. Ekies leaned into him, revealing a great deal of cleavage as she touched his arm. She allowed him three long seconds to gawk at her newly enhanced bosom before straightening up and asking him to call her Trace.

She made a habit of touching my arm as she spoke to me. It was hard not to gawk at her tits. “Nope, Mrs. Ekies. Not any I know.”

“Oh, please, how many times have I told you to call me Trace?” she said with a smile. Gary wondered what her face would look like plastered with my sperm.

“Sorry, Trace.” She smiled a little longer before leading him – by the hand – to what she called the entertainment room. One of them, anyway. Apparently, there was another one in the basement just as decked out with equipment and couches. But they never went down there. His sister, Trudy had mentioned one time that she thought the woman was a swinger and held orgies in the basement. It kind of made sense to Gary, or would have had his mother not been the reason for his being in the house in the first place.

He did see a familiar face or two; including Mrs. Ghetta Grippe who was an assistant principal at his school. All told, there were seven women, excluding his mother who was not present and the hostess who stood beside him, and while there was a movie on the television, all the women were focused on Gary.

“Where’s Diane?” Trace inquired, using his mother’s name. One of the women, a dyed redhead laughed and said, “In the bathroom again. Think she’s throwing up.”

“Come with me, Gary,” Mrs. Ekies said curtly and led him down a hallway to a door that was slightly ajar.

Knocking on the door, she gently called out, “Diane, honey, your son’s here.”

Gary heard some sniffling and finally, “He is?”

Mrs. Ekies looked at Gary and smiled. He took that has a sign to speak up. “Yeah, Mom, I came to get you.”

“You’re such a good boy,” she said weakly. “I—I need a minute to freshen up. I must have eaten something that didn’t agree with me. Erm, no offense, Trace dear.”

A few seconds later, Gary left his mother and followed Mrs. Ekies into the hallway. He risked another peek down her cleavage, but realized she didn’t like him doing it this time.

I know she liked it the last time, why not this time? He wondered, and told himself to ask Trudy if she knew the reason. After all, she was a woman too.

But he soon realized Mrs. Ekies wasn’t pissed at him at all, for she promptly said: “You’re a good son, Gerry. Diane is always talking about you. Since your dad split on her, you’re um, the only man in her life.”

He thought it nice that his mother thought so highly of him, being self-absorbed as most teens are and didn’t pick up on her hesitation before saying ‘he was the only man in her life.’

“And you’re growing into such a big and strong man. Bet girls can’t wait to get their hooks into you. If I wasn’t your mom’s age, I’d give those young girls a run for the money for your attention. Now you’d better get her home, but I just wanted to tell you that I’m happy that she has you here.”

That said, Mrs. Ekies turned and without another word left him standing there and returned to her guests downstairs, leaving him to tend to his mother.

Gary awkwardly bided time by slowly pacing the hallway. Then he thought to check out the nearest bedroom to see how different the rich lived. He opened the door and peeked inside. The room itself was huge by Gary’s standards, but what was definitely different was the computer at the foot of the bed. Its screen was three times the size of his and there was an expensive camera beside the computer. He found their placement odd, but gave it no further thought for he heard his mother call his name and he quickly returned to the bathroom where he was hugged tightly by his mother.

“I’m so glad you’re here!” Diane beamed. Then, leaning on her son, she managed the stairs with only a little difficulty; said goodnight to the ladies, and left without further ado. Once they were outside, she wanted to take her car, but Gary insisted on taking his as he had school the following morning and his mother could easily arrange to pick her car up at her convenience after sleeping things off.

After snapping the seat belt around his mother, Gary closed the door and walked around to the driver’s side. By the time he started the engine his mother was snoring softly.

Trudy and Rachel

Rachel was moaning from the start. “Fuckkk ... Trudy I---I didn’t think you’d go this far!”

“Yeah, you’ve been asked for it and I heard you,” Trudy said worming her hand into Rachel’s panties.

Rachel’s head began to nod. Her legs drifted apart.

“Ohhh, yeah,” she sighed her voice husky with lust as Trudy jabbed two fingers into her dripping wet hole.

“Rachel on the count of three, I want you to cum. Understand?”

“Yes! Ohhhh, YES!”

“One---two---three!”

“AHHH---Fuckkk!” Rachel came on command. Trudy couldn’t stifle her triumphant laugh as she took the fingers from Rachel’s vagina.

“Here baby, taste you’re cum juice,” Trudy whispered to her friend who opened her mouth and accepted her fingers coated with her spendings.

Rachel reached out and grasped Trudy’s hand and cooed, “Soooo good, Trude ... soooo good!”

A moment later they embraced and kissed passionately. After that Rachel sighed and whispered, “Want me to do you, Trude?”

“I’m a dirty little cunt Rachel, a horny, kinky, dirty little cunt”

But Rachel, still enthralled by her thrilling climax, began caressing herself sensuously, running her hands over her breasts and plucking at her nipples.

“Play with me Rach,” Trudy implored huskily, as she sent her fingers to the craving hole between her legs.

“No---No let me!” Rachel squeaked, and taking hold of Trudy’s hand with both of hers, pulled her hand away and replaced it, sending her own deft fingers into Trudy’s sodden cunt.

“I love your cunt Trudy,” Rachel sighed and began to rapidly finger her.

“Lick me there ... I need to cum!”

“You’re soaked.” Rachel said, breathing heavily. As were her own panties, which she began to remove by untying the bow at one side. Using one hand she managed to unfasten it and ease them off. Then with a wide smirk on her face, she wiped them over Trudy’s scowling face.

“Oh fuck, I can smell you, Rach! I can smell your cum!”

Rachel was startled to see her friend’s tongue dart out and to lick at the glistening mucus clinging to the wet stain on the gusset of the panties that clung to Trudy’s face.

Laughing lewdly, Trudy pulled the undies from her face and tossed the flimsy garment to Rachel who giggled as she in turn held them to her nose. “We’re a couple of horny sluts, aren’t we?”

Rachel joined in the laughter and cackled, as she obscenely wiped herself between her legs with them. “Fuckin’ gooey ain’t they?”

“If my brother was still here I’d have him stuff them in his mouth while you suck him off,” Trudy laughed and sounded more debauched than before.

“Oh God” Rachel moaned and stuck them in her own mouth as Trudy fell backward laughing. Rachel quickly sent two fingers between Trudy’s puffy cunt lips, and her hips began a wanton undulation.

“Are you going to fuck me, Rachel?”

“Where’s your dildo, or vibrator?”

“Dresser, second drawer on the right.”

Rachel obtained the vibrator, knelt between Trudy’s widely spread legs and licked the tiny swollen nub of her clitoris.

“Ohhh fuck yeah!” Trudy gasped.

Rachel teased her even more by prodding a finger against the spidery hole of Trudy’s anus, causing her to moan, “Oh, no that’s torture. Don’t do it anymore.” But to show she didn’t mean it, she sent her tongue into Rachel’s ear, and then added, “Don’t push that finger in there!”

“Oh, all right,” Rachel replied softly, then sent the finger in to the second knuckle. “Oh, sorry, it slipped.”

Trudy cackled again and widened her legs to their fullest inviting even deeper penetration.

“Um, Trudy, how long do we have to fuck around? I mean, he’s bringing your mother home. We don’t want them seeing us like this.”

“What time is it?”

“Twenty after eight.”

“Hmmm, figure ten to twelve minutes to get there ... another five or ten to get my mother out of there and probably fifteen minutes to set her up in the car and drive home. Do you remember what time he left?”

“I’m not sure but I think it was around ten to eight.”

“You’re kidding!”

“No see for yourself,” then Rachel pointed to the alarm clock on Trudy’s dresser. It read: 8:21.

“FUCK! Get dressed!”

They both leapt off the bed and threw on their clothing, except for their panties, which Trudy kicked under her bed.

“You can stay or you can leave. It’s up to you,” Trudy said.

“I’ll stick around. If you put your mother to bed---that is assuming she’s loaded, we can resume our fun and games. If not I’ll leave after a while. But this does seem like a good opportunity to get laid properly.”

“What do you mean properly, Rachel?”

“Um, I didn’t tell you earlier but I lost my cherry recently.”

“YOU DID? And---and you didn’t tell me!”

Before Rachel could get another word out Trudy shouted, “When, Where, Who?”

“Miles. His House. Yesterday.”

“No fuckin’ way!”

They might have continued in this vein, but heard a car door slam and knew that Gary had arrived with Trudy’s mother. Both girls raced down the stairs to see what her condition was and whether they would be continuing their sexual frolic or not.

Gary’s main thoughts while driving home were about his slutty sister and her equally slutty girlfriend, Rachel. Who knew they were so fucking horny? His cock which may have still had the dry saliva of Rachel on it – was straining against his fly as visions of various sexual acts took place in rapid succession. He almost ran a light before calming down enough to drive the remaining distance safely.

He did take the last turn a bit sharply causing his mother to fall against his right shoulder, and that trigger an entirely different series of sexual acts based upon the time his mother’s feet had wrapped around his cock trapping it while he massaged her legs. And just for a second, how she grabbed at her tits, before realizing who was touching her. She was buzzed that night, not drunk. But if a little alcohol was good, he had to wonder if a lot of it made her even better.

Taking one hand off the wheel, he tried to shake his mother away by pushing back and forth against her shoulder. It took several times to even get a response. “Not now, Shon,” she mumbled, using the landscaper’s name. He pushed again and she complained, “I said-d-d-d, not now!”

Clearly, she was stuck in a flashback where the landscaper was the one trying to get her to move. But that was certainly odd. On the other hand, his efforts to get her to move resulted in two things. Her hand dropped to his thigh, mere inches from his raging cock.

Gary gave it one more try and shook her shoulder with a bit more force and this time, got a real response. “Fine, Shon, I feel you, don’t worry, I’ll take care of you,” she mumbled.

Gary intent on his driving and concerned with his mother’s proximity to his hardon didn’t make the obvious connection until her next words. “Why’s it still in your ... pants?”

Before he knew it her hand was squeezing his cock; then trying to work his zipper down to free it.

What the hell?

He acted accordingly and helped free his erection by opening the button to his pants whereupon his mother, having depanted him thousands of times gave a ferocious tug and his pants and boxers were down to his knees making safe driving a definite liability. He found a darkened driveway, pulled in and shut the headlights off.

Thoughts of stopping his mother evaporated the moment her mouth closed down on his glistening knob.

She didn’t go much deeper and she undoubtedly had a better blow job in her had she not been as inebriated as she was. Still and all, as she lazily moved her tongue around the smooth helmet of her son’s dick, it set off firecrackers over every nerve ending.

Letting his dick leave her mouth with a loud pop, Diane remarked to herself and maybe Gary as well, “You must be horny ... you’re way biggggggger than usual.”

“Oh, fuck...” Gary said in a rushed whisper.

“Mmm, babeeee, you gonna cummmm for Mommy?”

Her choice of words left him stunned. Did she really know whose cock she was sucking?

He glanced down but saw no sign anything was different. She continued to stroke and suck at a consistent rate, her eyes seemed to be looked closed, as he involuntarily humped her face trying to find the back of her mouth.

She popped him out of her mouth once more to moan, “Yeah, Shon, do it...” before again taking the head of his cock back into her warm wetness. She had stopped stroking him, and as Gary got closer to ejaculating he took hold of her head and held it in place as he fucked her mouth. Her saliva dripped down his stalk, covering the hand that was stroking his shaft.

He heard her low moans and felt it vibrate through his cock as they escaped her throat. He had no idea if they were moans of pleasure or she was waking up and realizing her predicament, but he was too far gone to give a shit.

“I’m cumming, Mommy,” he said without thinking.

She moaned even louder and Gary let air escape that he had gulped in right before coming as his cream filled his mother’s mouth. She clumsily sucked it down, though much of it dripped from her mouth since it wasn’t sealed all that tightly around his prick. Still, her efforts kept an even bigger mess from being created. He felt each spurt rocket through his cock as he held it tightly in one hand.

Several smaller jets of cum boiled to the top of his cock, but they lacked the power of the initial onslaught. However, his mother’s tongue garnered some of it. Gary closed his eyes and tried to concentrate as he caught his breath. The reality of the situation began to seep in. He had just raped his mother! Or had he? The ramifications of what had just occurred horrified him.

Would she turn me in? Would she demand I leave? Would she tell dad? Who wouldn’t she tell?

But when he heard his mother’s snoring again his fears dissipated, he gently shifted her body away from him, used his handkerchief to clean the sperm from his cockhead and hand, and then softly wiped any visible traces from his mother’s mouth and cheek. After tucking his dick away and zipping his fly he backed the car out of the driveway and resumed the trip home.

On pulling into their garage Gary shook his mother’s shoulder and she briefly opened her eyes, “Oh ... hi honey...”

“Hey, we’re home,” he said, grabbing her hands. “Let me help you out of the car.”

As he leaned over and tried to assist her, she turned to him and thanked him. The smell of sperm was heavy in the air around them.

He helped walk her through the house and toward her bedroom. Enroute he heard the shower running and assumed Trudy was cleaning up after rutting with Rachel. He laughed out loud at the choice of words ‘rutting with Rachel,’ It would make a great title for a porno flick, he thought as he tried opening his mother’s bedroom door and found it locked.

“Shit!” he exclaimed as he knelt beside his mother to open her purse, only to find she didn’t have it.

“Did you leave your purse at Mrs. Ekies house Mom?”

“ ... maybe...”

“Well, shit.”

“Language, Gary...” she said, trying to scold him.

While he knelt next to her wondering how to open the door his sister emerged from the bathroom clad in a towel that barely covered her breasts and pussy. She stared at Gary and her mother then said, “Best you can do?”

“She forgot her key,” he said and tried the door again with no success.

“Oh, you are such a loser!” she said and turning on her heel, walked back to her room leaving Gary furious at her.

A few seconds later she emerged from her bedroom and said, “Gary, I’d let you do this all night, but it would keep me up. Use this.”

He turned to face her and noticed two things. One, she had pulled on a white shirt that did little to hide how amazing her tits were. The nipples stood out proudly, probably due to the air. Or being a little wet, or left over titillation from getting eaten out by her friend Rachel.

He noticed she also had on a pair of black panties, or possibly a thong. The other item he saw was the key in her right hand.

“Doors open better with keys,” she smirked and Gary quelled the strong desire to smack her across the face.

Accepting the key from Trudy, he asked, “Where did you get this?”

“I borrowed it and made a copy when she wasn’t looking,” she admitted. “She’s got one to our rooms, seems only fair to have one to hers.”

The key worked and their mother’s room opened up. Gary turned on a light and entered. It always smelled like cinnamon apple potpourri and her perfume, Joy. Diane was never without it.

Her bed was nicely made as always. Everything was orderly. “Wonder where she keeps her toys,” Trudy joked.

“You have the key,” her brother countered. “You should know.”

“I made the key, but I have never used it. Figured the day I did, I’d get caught since her personal space is, like, the one thing she gets super anal about.”

It was true. We were both going to get shit for this if Mom wasn’t snoring in the hallway.

“Come on, Gary don’t pretend like you don’t want to look.”

He looked at Trudy and she smiled at him. He returned it with one of his own. Perhaps their relationship was improving, he thought.

Then as if receiving an internal message to search the room, they both began opening drawers and looking under the items within.

“Found the mother lode!” Trudy exclaimed as she reached the bottom drawer of a large dresser. Gary rushed to her side, thought momentarily about rubbing up against her thong clad ass, but didn’t. His sister held up a vibrator, a flesh colored dildo with a suction cup at its base and a DVD titled, ‘One and All!’ and a tape that looked like a home movie.

“Could be a treasure trove, Trudy,” Gary said.

“Looks like Mommy doesn’t miss Daddy too much,” she quipped. “Wonder what’s on the tape.”

“No idea,” he replied, then for some reason he recalled the computer and camera setup at Mrs. Ekies home and mentioned it to his sister.

“Really?”

“Yeah, weird setup, if you ask me,” he said.

“Not if you’re making videos of people getting it on,” Trudy snorted excitedly. “Let’s get her into bed and watch this ‘home movie.’”

With that, she took off their mother’s top. Diane was out of it for the time being, of that both her children were certain. Once the top was discarded, Gary couldn’t contain himself in getting to see his mother’s impressive rack. The bra held her breasts up admirably, for they would have sagged without support as large as they were.

Trudy giggled as she maneuvered her uncooperative mother’s arms around to free the bra straps so she could unhook it and fling it away.

“Whew, Gary, 38 DD, I wouldn’t have thought...”

“Me neither, but they are awesome.” He looked at his sister.

As if reading his mind, she barked, “Don’t do it, Bro. She’ll know it, I know she will!”

Trudy left to search for a nightgown for her mother to wear. It gave Gary the opportunity to stare a little more at his mother’s breasts, especially the large areola and thick nipples. Suddenly it occurred to him that her top might have cum stains on it, and he tried not to panic as Trudy returned with a nightgown and leaving it on the bed, picked up the top and skirt and tossed them into the hamper in the master bath adjacent to the bedroom.

Undeterred, Trudy worked the nightgown over her mother’s head and down her torso, and then prodded her mother, saying, ““Hey Mom. Mom! MOM!”

Finally, Diane jerked her eyes open. “Wha?”

“Good. Do you need to go tinkle? Don’t want you to piss yourself?”

Usually, that kind of response would earn scorn from our mother, but in her state, she smiled at her daughter. “Oh, Trudy ... thanks sweetie. I think I’ll be okay.”

Trudy nodded before pushing her mother down on her back and motioned toward her shoes, and as she worked on her right one, Gary took the left one. Once finished, he looked up and noticed his mother watching him with an odd expression.

“Okay, Gary, take a hike. I got it from here.”

What that meant, he had no idea and so he left, feeling relief that he’d escaped both their wraith at what had occurred in the car on the way home. He stripped and showered then buried his underwear in his hamper and fell exhausted on his bed. It was 9:22.

At 9:25 his sister woke him by flopping on the bed next to him.

“Wha?” He groaned, already thinking the worst.

“Rachel’s got a great tongue. She can’t wait to fuck you.”

“Great, maybe tomorrow,” Gary mumbled.”

Trudy laughed. It was the obscene laugh she’d used with Rachel earlier.

“I have one question, answer it truthfully and I’ll leave you alone.”

“kay...” he replied sleepily.

“Why, brother dear, does Mom’s breath smell like cum?”

Gary’s eyes shot open from their dazed state.

His sister laughed that obscene laugh again. “You did her didn’t you? Gary, you motherfucker! I wouldn’t have believed it possible. Except yeah, I would. You did her didn’t you?”

“No---No---No!” He cried, denying everything, and then realized it was too late. Trudy, the bitch knew. She’d gotten their mother to tell her what happened in the car. That’s why she had him leave them alone.

He searched his tired brain for any kind of persuasive argument. Anything that could take the heat off him.

“I’ll let you fuck me right now if you tell me the truth.”

“WHAT?”

“Tell me what happen between you and I’ll let you fuck me right here and now,” his sister said.

Was she bluffing? Sure she was. No way she’d fuck me to find out what she probably knew for a fact. She knew where the smell came from and so did I. Maybe I should take her up on her offer. No, she’d refuse as soon as I admitted it. Where would that leave me?

Trudy broke into his thoughts then, saying brusquely, “Time’s up, motherfucker. And just so you know it, I was going to let you stick it anywhere and cum anywhere. Maybe my breath would have matched hers before we were done.”

Springing to her feet, she looked down at her brother. “Last chance to at least tell me the truth. The sex is off the table. Don’t make me force the answer from you because it’s a waste of time and effort.

Gary looked at her silhouette while trying to grow the courage to say he took advantage of their mother to fuck her mouth.

“This isn’t fucking Final Jeopardy. If you can’t answer a simple question, I’ll make you.”

He lay there petrified. Who was she to judge him?

“I warned you, asshole!” she said, ripping off the blanket that covered his body. For a moment–-a stupid moment---he thought she was going to fuck the answer out of him. And that dumb thought continued as she reached into his shorts, bypassed his penis and wrapped her hand around his testicles. They seemed to pulse in her hand. A second later, he felt the first squeeze.

“Hey! Owww! That---that fuckin’ hurt!”

“Tell me,” She squeezed harder. “Don’t make this so difficult.”

“Let go, damn it!”

“I’m waiting,” she reminded him.

The pain was severe and tears were already pooling at the corner of Gary’s eyes.

“This can all be over.”

It was just too fucking much pain for him. “Okay---Okay! She got it from me!”

Trudy immediately released his balls and smiled down at him. “See how easy that was?”

Then as if placating him might restore peace between them, she began to rub his testes in a soothing fashion and it did help a little. For when she asked him to tell her about what happened between their mother and him, Gary responded and told her exactly what transpired between them in the car.

“Let me get this straight,” Trudy said, sitting on the bed next to him. “Mom blew you in the car?”

“Yeah. I was driving and she called me Shon, and then she opened my fly. I almost crashed the damn car. She pried my dick out and I pulled the car into someone’s driveway. She blew me. I didn’t make a move on her, honest to God. She’s a crazy drunk, horny woman!”