The sun was peeking in under the drapes and I could hear the mower making it's way around the yard. I peered at the clock and marveled at the dedication of some people. Barely seven in the morning and Gerald was busy on the lawns. I needed time to adjust my brains each day or I couldn't function. I also missed having Louise around to baby me. Preparing food for my own consumption is not my strong suit. Therefore, I go a long time between meals when I'm not reminded that it's time to eat. Right now, I'm hungry as a bear.
I dressed in cutoffs and plodded up the steps to the kitchen to plunder for food. Much to my surprise, Marie was shuffling around the kitchen, nearly naked, and had a yummy feast ready to put on the table. "Trying to get on steady, Sweet Pea?" I asked. She flipped me the bird and pointed to a chair at the table and handed me a huge plate of food.
"Eat, Junior, you'll need your strength tonight when Camille and Louise get here," she commanded.
"So young, yet so pushy," I complained.
"I'm old enough to be your mother," she scolded.
"Ah, but you love us young guys when we're loading your little pussy full of meat," I said.
"Truer words have never been spoken, Lover," she admitted.
"So, when did you become so domestic?" I asked.
"Just paying some rent," she answered.
"You're doing a fine job, keep it up," I said.
We both laughed on that and she fixed herself a plate and joined me at the table. We sat looking out at the river and I noticed Susan Ryan's car parked down by the boathouse next to Dennis'. I wondered if they were in bed together.
I related to Marie, briefly, my encounter with Denny's mother the previous day. She was not in the least bit surprised at what I said.
"I taught school for nineteen years," she began, "and never had an affair with a student. Not that I didn't notice all the stares and comments around the classroom. I even wondered about how it would be with a few of the jocks I had in my classes. But until I got you, and watched you peek up my skirt, and I read your papers, did I ever get the butterflies."
"Oh," I said.
"There's just something about the way you look at a woman, or smile at her, or something else I don't know what, that makes her juices flow," she continued. "Maybe it's the music. You're lost in it when you play, not even knowing where it comes from, just letting it drool off your fingers through your guitar. It's like audio perfume drifting across the room and pulling her in."
"I think you might be floating away from reality just a tetch here, Darlin'. I'm just what you see and no more," I said.
"No, Cool, I've had a real dose of reality since you kissed me that first time. It brought me back from the bottom of the well. Life around this place is exciting. And life around you is also exciting. You've got a lot of your father and sister in you. But when you're stuffin' that sweet pecker in my pussy, I do rise to the next dimension. And I just imagine you took poor Dennis' mother to the next plateau yesterday." She concluded.
If I keep listening to the women in my life telling me what a great guy I am, I'm certainly going to get a complex. I keep attracting lonely, or even abused, females that have had rotten relationships with their men, and we end up doing the wild thing. Suddenly I'm some kind of a hero. I guess Dianne and Camille have the right idea, just go for it. Live it all the way and enjoy.
"Marie, I love you to death. You're got a red hot pussy and I crave it," I started. "But understand something here, I'm not IN LOVE with you or anybody else. I'm having a wonderful time with all of you beautiful sweet sexy women. I think I'm probably the luckiest person alive. But I still worry about hurting somebody's feelings."
"Just be yourself, Big Guy, and you'll be fine," she added. "Besides, we're having too much fun to let falling in love with somebody screw it up."
"I wonder if Denny's enjoying himself?" I asked out loud.
"Why?" she asked back.
"He's been doing the nasty with Susan," I said. "And she's horny since he moved in over the boathouse. She came here looking for him yesterday and that's how we ended up in the sack."
"No shit," she breathed, "Who would have figured Denny'd be humping his mother?"
"Hey, her pussy is as tight as Dick's hat band. I mean really tight, like ass hole tight," I explained.
"I want to eat her," Marie smiled and licked her lips.
"You are really a slut. You know that?" I asked.
"We've had this conversation before, and nothing has changed. Fucking is fucking and sucking is sucking, and I like to do both. Do you have a problem with that?" She was defensive but her point was well taken.
"Of coarse not," I answered.
I picked her up, out of her chair and sat her down on the center island in the kitchen. I stripped her panties off and was greeted by the little white string from her tampon. She groaned and made her excuses about her period and pushed me back. She stood up and turned me around against the island and dropped to her knees. I held her by her ears and guided her face to my stiff cock and watched it disappear into her throat. She sucked me ravenously and soon had me on the verge of a great explosion. Suddenly she stopped and I opened my eyes and looked down into her devilish dark eyes. Her tongue darted out and flicked a drop of liquid off my prick.
"See," she whispered, "you are my hero. Now watch me jack you off on my face."
She started for stroke me slowly. Her intensity increased and it wasn't long before I felt the object of her affection start its journey from my nuts to her cheeks. I splattered her profusely with long stringy ribbons of milky white goo. Her mouth engulfed me again and she sucked the last possible remaining drop from my cock. I wished I'd had the camcorder to record us. It was an epic performance by Marie.
