I heard Dad's war stories for years. About the firefights in "Nam" and the "LBFM's." I took it as 'glory talk' about the good ol' days. But Mom died suddenly just before I got out of High School. And what do you know? He found himself a Thai wife not 6 months after the funeral. She was a pretty good looking woman. Min was her name. A little young for Dad, but that's not my business. She had two teenage girls in tow too.
I took off for college while they were still honeymooning. I learned a few thing about Asian racial myths "Americans are oversexed." And their prejudices "Divorced women are little more than whores. At least you pay for a whore." It's no big mystery why Min and her children chose this life. Four years go by quickly. I stayed away pretty much. And after I graduated, I come home and home was very different. So was Min. She and dad met me at the airport.
She had put on a pound or two. And she had a boob job. She liked showing it off with a low cut dress and her hair short to help show them off. She took me by the arm and led me off like the long-lost-son. Dad just grinned and followed. All the way home she talked about her beautiful daughter Gin. And what a cute couple we'd make. I just listened, trying to remember if there was a Thai word for 'yenta'. The incestuous implications didn't escape me either. But good manners kept my mouth shut. When we got home, we were met at the door by the most angelic face. She smiled slightly and made herself busy. She'd obviously been preparing a small dinner party. And party we did. We ate and talked until late in evening. I minded my manners and ate what was put in front of me.
Min contained her sales job about her beautiful daughter. The daughter listened expressionless and without any embellishment or comment. Dad on the other hand got soused. At one point, I had to help Min get him to bed. She then excused herself, and retired. As did her daughter. I went off to the room they'd prepared for me next to Min and Dad's. I was just getting to sleep when I heard the door creek ever so quietly. I could make out a thin frame in a flannel nightgown.
With long raven hair and a finger placed to her lips (the international sign for 'keep quite'). The nightgown quickly drooped to the floor. And without a word, she stuck her furry mound in my face, pulled my boxers off, and started suckling my cock. I remember the faint smell of strawberries. It must have been a douche. I grabbed her butt, and pressed her pubes tighter to my face. Her breathing grew heavier. We worked at it for quite a little while. She would cum with little explosions every one in while. It would ripple through her body as if she'd been shocked. Her breathing grew heavier and heavier until she suddenly stopped sucking. She took a deep breath and bit into my thigh.
I could hear her muffled scream. Her legs locked them- selves against my sides, and she pulled her muff slightly away from my face. After a few seconds, she relaxed. She then turned herself around and mounted me. I could see her pretty, dark eyes. And the gentle smile on her face. She placed two fingers on my lips, grinding our hips together. Her gaze suddenly turned serious. Her eyes rolled back in her head. She stared grinding harder. Her breathing grew harsher too. She lowered her face next to mine and I could feel her breath in my ear. No warning shots this time. The orgasm came suddenly. She had barely enough time to bury her mouth in my shoulder. Wave, after wave. I could feel it move through her body.
After a minute or so of rest she sat up straight, still mounted on my pole, and started moving. Only this time, she was out for me. She wasn't grinding our groins for her orgasms. She was milking me for what I had to offer. She put one had on my stomach, and went at it. And pretty soon, she felt my stomach tighten. She knew she was about to get what she was after. At just the right moment, she grew quiet. Leaned forward, and let me fill her up! When I stopped. She gave me a quick kiss, a smile, and a thank you. She then climbed off the bed. Grabbed her nightgown and slipped out of the door. I couldn't even muster enough strength to get up and piss. I just pulled the sheet up midway and fell asleep. I had this very realistic dream of my getting a blow-job. When I heard the slurping stop, and a muted whisper "You certainly didn't get this from your old man." That was Min's voice, and it wasn't a dream!
"Min! What in the hell are you doing her!!" I said in a loud whisper. "That old fart woke up long enough to blow his load. And just fell over and went back to sleep. What's a girl to do? I saw that daughter of mine scampering out of here butt naked, so I figured it's my turn!" explained Min.