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It was almost 8 am before I finally opened my eyes to greet the new day. Erika was resting on my shoulder, her face warming the nape of my neck, and her right hand covering my limp cock. As soon as I fully came to and realized her hand’s position, sexual instinct took over, and my member began its rise to the occasion. Within a minute it was throbbing against the weight of her hand, which also began to stir to life. Looking down, our eyes met and wide smiles spread across both our faces.
“Good morning, Mrs. Evans. I trust you had a nice rest,” I greeted her.
“Yes, Mr. Evans, quite good thanks to you ... and him,” she said giving my full member a firm squeeze.
Grabbing a handful of her lovely ass, I returned the compliment. “This sure knows how to send a man to bed satisfied, too, love,” I replied, giving a few taps on her bottom.
She raised her head and planted a very deep kiss on me. Our tongues swam together as they had last night, and her hand began a gentle stroke of my shaft.
“Hmmm,” I groaned inside her mouth. Her hand felt so good, and my hips instinctively rose to meet each of her downstrokes.
“Soooo,” she began, breaking the kiss much too soon. “I’m curious. Which does he like better ... my hand, mouth, or pussy?”
I smiled contemplating her unexpected question. “He thinks it’s a tough choice,” I said honestly. “I guess it depends on which is closer,” I laughed. “Actually,” I continued, “my Dad and I were talking last night and I was surprised to learn that my Mom never goes down on him.”
“What do you mean?” she asked with a furrowed brow.
I soon realized that the expression “going down on somebody” wasn’t a familiar part of Erika’s English idiom knowledge yet.
“I mean that Mom doesn’t suck Dads cock,” I said bluntly.
“Why not?” she wondered aloud. “Wasn’t she ever curious about the feeling in her mouth?”
“I don’t know. I didn’t ask him,” I replied.
“What if I was like that? Would you still have married me?” she asked, baiting me.
I’m not sure if all women were like Erika, but she sure had the uncanny habit of asking these kinds of tough questions ... the kind where no answer is the right one.
“I guess if you could compensate in other ways, maybe we would still have been able to get married. What you’re doing right now for instance is almost as good,” I whispered
“Ah ha! So you do prefer my kiss to my hand,” she observed. “But the question remains: Do you prefer my mouth to my pussy ... Or should I start calling her my bitch?” she laughed, referring to the revelation that Mom calls her pussy that in the heat of the moment. “I know!” she continued, “At breakfast I’ll ask your Mom, how her bitch is feeling. What do you think she would say?” she said half-jokingly (I hoped... )
“What I think,” I quickly replied, “is that you would be greeted by her bright red face.” Actually, though, the more I thought about it, I wasn’t so sure of that last statement ... especially after what I had heard last night.
“Well then,” she began, “I’ve got a better idea. Maybe you could ask your Dad how he learned to fuck so well. He really lasted a long time last night didn’t he.”
So she had noticed, too.
“Yeah, yeah ... he sure did,” I acknowledged with a hint of pride. “Maybe he’s feeling sore this morning.”
“Probably so, but it’s good exercise. Especially for older people like them,” she remarked.
“Did you ever hear your parents having sex like that before?” I asked. Erika and I had never really talked about it, but because of the events last night, it seemed appropriate.
“Japanese people are usually pretty quiet during sex because neighbors’ houses are so close,” she explained. “But my Mom was a little different. She was loud during sex. I don’t know if it’s because my father made her feel so good or if she was just very sensitive. When I was young I could hear them at least once a week. So, yeah, I guess I learned about sex pretty early. Since I took baths with my father when I was younger I often saw him naked and I noticed that his cock was pretty big even when it was soft. Maybe that was why my mother was loud during sex,” she hypothesized.
“How about you?” I probed. “Were you louder when you were dating that college professor?”
She looked at me sheepishly then said, “Actually he was usually too rough for my taste during sex, so I felt he was just using me for his own pleasure.” After a pause, she continued, “To be very honest, Charlie, sex with you is MUCH more enjoyable. You really know how to make me feel so good, and I like your gentleness.”
Erika again kissed me very deeply and resumed her strokes on my cock. I returned her affection by cupping her breast and rolling my thumb back and forth over her erect nipple. Erika’s comment had reassured me, even though I knew that my jealousy toward that professor would remain.
Just then, we were startled by a soft knock on the door and instinctively dove under the covers.
“Charlie, it’s Mom. I just wanted to check with you guys about breakfast. Is there anything special you guys want? We’ve got cereal eggs and I can make pancakes,” came a familiar voice.
“Uh no, no Mom. We’ll be up in a minute. We’ll probably just have some cereal and fruit.” I stammered.
“Oh ok. Just checking. Don’t worry about getting up right now. Y’all can be lazy,” she assured us.
“Ok. Actually we’ll be up soon,” I replied.
Erika and I giggled like kids once we heard Mom’s footsteps trail off down the hall. “That was close!” I whispered as I moved in to suckle on her breast as a breakfast appetizer.
“Let’s wait until later, Charlie,” she proposed, giving my cock a final squeeze. “We shouldn’t keep your parents waiting. It’s almost nine already.”
Very reluctantly I agreed and made a promise that her tits would get my full attention that night. With a still-hard cock, I made my way out of bed and began getting dressed, which can be very challenging in a fully aroused state. Though Erika and I had had a wonderful fuck session last night, my balls were primed for another release. Unfortunately, it was going to have to be later rather than sooner. But as every man knows, carrying around a full ballsack during a day is both exciting and frustrating. Concentrating on other tasks and situations can be almost impossible, especially if the condition is advanced.
“To be honest ... I’m kinda nervous about facing my parents this morning after everything we heard last night,” I admitted.
“Just be natural with them, Charlie. It’s just part of life,” she reassured me.
“Yeah, you’re right. I’ll just act like nothing happened.”
Since we didn’t have a chance to shower last night Erika and I both decided to share a quick one before catching breakfast.
“Mind if we take a shower before joining y’all?” I shouted down the hall to my parents.
“Of course not. Go right ahead, dear,” replied Mom.
Although sharing a shower with Erika was always a highlight of my day, this one was strictly business. Not even so much as a mutual back scrubbing! Despite my best efforts (which were half-hearted, to say the least) I couldn’t help my cock from pointing northward the entire time.
“I guess he’s gonna miss me today,” said Erika coyly, looking down at my jutting member.
“You have no idea!” I retorted, intentionally trying to make accidental contact with it.
After the brief shower, we dressed and headed for the kitchen. My mother was at the stove cooking up some of her famous pancakes, and Dad was at the table reading the Sunday paper.
“Weeeelll ... Weeeelll ... Look who finally woke up, Mable,” chimed Dad with a sly grin. “A couple of lazy cityfolk who think they’re on vacation.”
“Sorry if I bothered you guys,” Mom apologized again. “I thought sure I heard you guys getting ready right before I knocked.”
“Maybe they were getting ready for something other than your knock my dear,” said my father chuckling as he turned a page. “Anyway I hope you rested up well because you guys have got a busy day ahead. Erika, I think Mama Mable is chomping at the bit to hit the road for some shopping in San Antone. And Charlie, we’re supposed to make it to Mr. Reynolds’ place by late morning for a get-together there. I’m sure you guys are pretty hungry, though, so you’d better dig in.”
Instead of cereal and fruit Erika and I went with a warm stack of buttery pancakes and then got ready to hit the road.
Mr. Reynolds was an old friend of Dad’s since high school. They had played on the basketball team together and their lives had taken similar paths. Both had joined the military at one point and gotten married around the same time. My folks and I often visited his farm for bar-b-ques and other get-togethers on weekends. His wife, Miss Kitty, was from a neighboring town and had practically grown up altogether.
Whereas Dad and Mom had dark hair and were average height, Mr. Reynolds and Miss Kitty displayed their northern European ancestry with blond hair and above average height. Despite their age, they were both still beautiful people, in the physical sense of the word. Of course, in terms of personality, they were also very warm and inviting. Whenever we went to their house for those bar-b-ques I would usually stay in the main house and play with their two dogs while watching TV. They would usually gather at the nearby outdoor kitchen with their other old friends from high school to reminisce about the old days. It was a win-win situation for all of us.
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