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.
