Stormont Cottage Ch 01
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Baby Boy
Barbara looked up at him from beneath her wild, tangled hair, ‘You get…’ She started to say but then broke down into a fit of coughing. ‘Son…of…a…bitch!’ she managed growl between hacks. She sat up in the bed letting the sheet fall from her around naked shoulders and big, full tits.
Tommy handed her a glass of water, she took it and gulped about half of it down, stopped to cough again, and then downed the rest of it shaking her full mane of dark hair. ‘Son of a bitch!’ she exclaimed again wiping her eyes with one hand and holding out glass to him with the other.
Standing above her, taking back the glass he noticed the grey at the roots of her scalp. She looked up at him through weary, watery eyes. ‘You get fucked last night?’ she asked in her husky voice.
‘Coulda, thought it was too soon,’ he replied. He didn’t mention Mrs Weaver. It wasn’t exactly lying because Barbara had been asking him about the girls, not the mothers. He had never lied to Barbara before, but things were different these days. ‘You?’ he asked.
‘Same, same,’ she extended her hand palm up. She didn’t have to tell him what she wanted. He put down the glass and took a couple of reds from his jean shirt pocket. She paused with the pills in her palm, ‘Which one?’
‘Both,’ he replied.
She nodded, ‘Me too,’ she said and tossed the pills into her mouth and swallowed them down without any water.
She stood up, completely naked, stretched, and scratched. She was about four inches shorter than Tommy which made her whole upper body seem like nothing more than wild hair and acres of wonderful swaying breasts. The smell of her familiar cunt, mixed in with the cottage scents of cedar and wood smoke made her seem even more like some kind of primal mother-earth goddess, the kind that ancient men made crude statues to and knelt before in awe. She was solid and curvy with broad hips and rounded ass. She looked comfortable in bare feet even though he had seen her move easily in high heels, and knew that back in the fifties she had been a burlesque dancer. She was getting up there in age but he found her just as sexy now as when she had first picked him up on the highway five years ago. She had been like a mother to him since he was fourteen, and that didn’t make her any less sexy either.
‘Check the stash this morning?’ she asked.
‘Yep, everything’s cool, keepin an eye out for those raccoons.’
‘Raccoons? It’s the fucking coyotes you got to worry about. There all over the place out there, I heard ’em all fucking night.’
He hadn’t heard any. Barbara, like a lot of Californians he’d met, really hated coyotes for some reason.
She looked around, ‘Jamie?’ she asked him with narrowed eyes, like she should already know the answer to the question.
‘Gone into town with the neighbors.’
‘Right, good. To get stuff for the party tonight,’ she went on a bit tentatively.
‘Ya, their having us over, as a thank-you for the wonderful time they had last night.’
‘You get her in costume?’
‘Oh ya, borrowed one of Christina’s lumberjack shirts, stuck a baseball cap on her head, stuck some pine needles in her hair, she’s gonna fit right in.
‘Good, make your move tonight, it’s soon enough.’
He nodded, smiling at her, looking her up and down.
She smiled slowly, like it was just dawning on her that they were all alone. ‘Come on,’ she said, ‘I need you to clean the god damned wood smoke outta my ass.’
As they walked over to the washhouse he ventured. ‘Coyotes the worst we got to worry about?’
‘Sneaky little shits, ya, what else?’
‘Ah, maybe Velasquez and his hombres?’
She shook her head. ‘He’d never come all the way up here. He’d stick out like a burrito at a clam bake, nobody would tell him shit about us.’
‘Well, we ain’t exactly locals, we’re from godless California.’
‘Ya, but we’re white.’
Tommy opened the door for her and quickly stripped while she went into the stall and started the water. She stood there, arms at full length pressing against the wall, bent over a bit, big ass arched up, big boobs dangling down, with the water hitting her shoulders and running down into the crack of her ass. He grabbed the soap and walked towards her grinning, rock-hard before he had taken even two steps. He lathered her up and then washed her down like he would a prize racehorse, savoring every inch of soft flesh with his hands, scrubbing and caressing every familiar little curve and fold. For him it was a ritual labor of love, he assumed it was the same for her because she always wanted it, never complained and never rushed him. She moved a couple of times during the procedure, but she always kept her hands to herself and let him do whatever he wanted, for as long as he wanted, even though they he often stopped for a kiss.
Tommy knew that no two women fucked exactly alike, Barbara had taught him that, ‘they’re like feakin snowflakes’, she said. The fun was in finding out what they liked, and what they didn’t, introducing them to new possibilities, finding their boundaries and then pushing at them, discovering how much they would surrender, how far they would go out of lust or need, or fear.
Of course there were things that he did with Barbara that he wouldn’t attempt, wouldn’t even want to do, with other women. With Barbara there were no boundaries at all, only preferences, and she had taught him to dig all of hers until just like they were his own.
His fingers went everywhere, under her arms, in her ears, in her mouth, into her pussy, and last of all, up her ass. He gave her asshole a very thorough cleaning because she liked it, and because he knew what was coming next.
‘You wanna fuck that dirty hole you nasty little boy?’ she asked.
‘Yes momma,’ he replied.
‘Then you gotta lick it good first.’
‘Yes momma,’ he said and got down on his knees, grabbed one of her full ass cheeks in each hand and sunk his face deep into the sacred space. Surrounded by her flesh, enveloped by her truest scent and encouraged by her murmurings and thrusting, he slowly and lovingly rimmed her again and again. One of her hands slid down to start fingering her pussy and rubbing her clit, while he pulled her cheeks apart as far as he could to get his tongue as deep as possible inside her. This was his world, this was where he always wanted to be, time lost meaning for him and he would have remained there forever if it was possible. She always came when they did that, her fingers in her cunt and his tongue up her ass. And when she finished convulsing she pulled him up and kissed him fiercely, shoving her tongue deep into his mouth to show him that it was all okay.
After that she quickly washed him and then they hurried back to the cottage with his raging hard on still at the ready. Cute, blonde haired, blue eyed little Tommy Margin had already been the plaything for several older females before he had met Barbara in the summer of ’66. They had been sexual illiterates compared to Barbara, it was like she wrote the book of physical love and recited it to him chapter by chapter from beginning to end over the next few years. He had never met a woman since who could come up with something he hadn’t already done with her.
When the two of them were all alone, and that didn’t’ happen all that often, they fucked different than when they were with or around other people, even Jamie. After they kissed and Tommy had his fill of licking and mashing her big soft tits she would have a go at his asshole. He would do a kinda reverse tit fuck, resting his balls on her chin, his cock pointing down towards her pussy. He would settle back letting her lick under his balls before he would sit right down on her face and she would ream him with her tongue while he fingered her clit with one free hand.
He couldn’t take too much of this without blowing his load so he soon had to lift up his ass a
nd lower his face down onto her clit. He would lick and suck it while she sucked on the very tip of his cock. He knew her every twitch and moan, and knew just when it was time to bail, get between her legs and shove his hard cock up into her cunt. They went through a number of humping variations while kissing. All the while she would moan and whisper, always whisper, Come on baby, fuck momma, fuck her hard baby, that’s a good boy, yes yesssss, just like that, oh you’re so good.’
Then, if they had time, he would ease up, slide off a little to the side with his cock still in, and very slowly fuck her with just the head of his cock, slowly in and out maybe a bit deeper every few strokes. In this position they could kiss long and languid, and with her huge tits he had no problem bringing her nipples up to where he could suck and nip them until she squealed. Then he would just lay off a little, still stroking, looking into those weary, familiar eyes. It gave them a chance to talk.
‘So,’ she said, ‘what’s with the teeny boppers?’
‘Their eighteen,’ he replied.
‘Ya, I wouldn’t have believed it if their mothers didn’t say so. Especially that Christina, is that an act or what? Come on, nobody’s that fucking innocent.’
‘It for real, man. It’s like she’s been living up here under a fucking rock or something. She’s got this kinda Rolling Stone/Sixteen Teen magazine fantasy concept of the world, I guess nothin’s ever happened around here to set her straight.’
‘Her mother’s definitely been around the block.’
‘Well she ain’t sharin her experiences with her sweet ass daughter.’
‘You like her, Hunh. Well. You gotta get her head over heels real soon,’ She said.
‘Already there, problem is, she may be innocent, but she’s not stupid, sooner or later she’s gonna start askin serious questions,’ he replied.
‘Well then you gotta make her stupid, baby boy,’ she said grinning and thrusting her hips at him pulling in his cock.
‘No problem, she wants to try acid. Let me take her on a couple of trips and she’ll be so fucked up she’ll think you’re the Virgin Mary.
That made her growl real deep in her chest and close her eyes, ‘I love you baby boy,’ she said. ‘What about miss hot pants, you all?’
‘She’s in the bag, and she’s too scared to go wandering off anywhere.’
‘She as slutty as she pretends?’
‘I tell ya, she’s done things, at least her body’s done things, but maybe she doesn’t remember. I don’t know, either she’s got serious blackout problems or there’s real burned out patches in her brain,’ Tommy said.
‘Could be professional, her mother’s no stranger to pharmaceuticals, and I mean the industrial strength kind,’ Barbara replied.
‘So, two cuckoos in the nest to keep an eye on. What about Mrs Weaver?’
‘She’s not crazy, or stupid, but she may be a world class slut. At least she thinks she is. All we gotta do is keep her nose-deep in pussy and she won’t care how it got there.’
Tommy could have kept up like this for hours, but Barbara was starting to hump him. ‘School starts Tuesday morning,’ he said.
‘Those girls ain’t ever goin back to school,’ she replied firmly. ‘Now be a good boy and fuck momma up the ass so I can take a nap before tonight.’ She said and pulled out of him, rolled over and shoved a pillow under her hips. Tommy was a good boy, and there was no way he was ever going to say no to that.
They always had some Vaseline at hand even if they didn’t always need it, what with Tommy tonguing her and Barbara dripping from her pussy, Tommy rubbed a bit around her rim and quickly worked some inside with his thumb. He didn’t have to put any on his cock as she reached back and spread her cheeks and he slowly, expertly worked his way in accompanied by her welcoming grunts of satisfaction. He humped a bit, getting more and more lubed with each stroke until he was going at it long and fast. He paused for a moment, not quite ready to come yet, and rested his cheek on her shoulder.
‘I love you baby boy,’ she said over her shoulder.
‘I love you momma,’ he replied holding his upper body tight against her, thrusting just with his powerful hips while she grabbed at him with her sphincter muscles, trying to squeeze the cum right out of his balls and into her ass.
‘You’ll never let me down, will you baby,’ she said.
‘I’ll never let you down momma, I promise,’ he replied, starting to hump faster and harder while she encouraged him.
‘Come on baby, shoot, shoot, fill me up!’
‘I’ll never let you down, even if it means disobeying you for your own good,’ he said to himself. There was no point in saying something like that out loud, not when he was balls deep inside the greatest fucking ass in the world.
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