Nancy's hand shook as she brought her glass to her lips for another gulp because, while she was reaching for it, Archie found her clit and began stroking it between his thumb and finger with little circular motions.
"Jesus, Archie," she gasped breathlessly after swallowing the scotch. "Where'd you pick up that trick?"
"It's in the book Nadeen told me about," he grinned proudly, and he gave the slippery little appendage a gentle tug.
"Ooooh," Nancy grunted into the phone, when the boy's caress lit up her nerve endings like the lights along a carnival midway.
"Nothing, Nadeen, I was just talking to Archie," she explained with diminished irritation.
"Yeah, he's right here."
"He's been reading that book you told him about, and it's got him all horny."
"Hmmmm, I don't know; hang on a minute, and I'll ask him."
She laid the phone in the crook of her neck, covering the mouthpiece so she could not be overheard, and addressed her son with the same tone she used on her customers when she was trying to entice them into buying a table dance.
"Archie, baby, you're getting me so wet and hot. Nadeen wants to know if you're going to fuck mommy tonight. She's askin' if you're going to stick that big cock in mommy and make her cum. What should I tell her, son?"
Archie grinned, that drooling little smile that crossed his face like he was thinking about cheeseburgers, and he nodded his head eagerly, saying, "Can I, mom?"
Nancy reached for him, and her fingers slipped through his hair. She pulled him, urging his face toward her loins and lifted her hips to meet his descending lips. Her voice was thick with desire, and her words nearly hung in her throat as she spoke them, "Lick me first, Archie; lick mommy's pussy, and then you can fuck me."
"Mmmmm, baby," she moaned as she lifted the receiver to her cheek, and his tongue swept lavishly through the slippery folds of her dripping lips.
"He says to tell you that he's going to eat my pussy first, and then, he's going to fuck hell out of me."
"Hmmmmm, baby, yes, suck my pussy like you're doing," she crooned into the phone for the benefit of both Archie and Nadeen, and then, she continued talking to Nadeen, while Archie labored between her legs like an anteater attacking an anthill. "No, you can't fuck him, too, honey, cause you messed up, and, now, you've got to fix it, or I ain't ever gonna let you even look at his sweet cock again." She paused for a second or two, trying without success to catch her breath before continuing. "Besides, we're in Memphis, and we're likely to be here for a while; at least till things cool down back home."
She lifted her hips off the covers, and pulled her son's face into her crotch with her hand twisting his hair. Her thigh muscles tensed as her pussy sought the pleasure of his tongue, and she gurgled the sensual sounds of sexual ecstasy into the phone. She liked to share, when it suited her purposes, and it heightened her enjoyment when she could make someone else throb with frustrated desire. She had shared Archie with Nadeen before; that was a part of the bargain she made that summer when Cletus and Nadeen brought the boy to her home and left with twenty-five thousand of Jerry's money and her promise that Nadeen could visit him now and again. She had kept that promise, but she had parceled out his favors frugally, like a dealer cutting heroin, and she was always careful to leave Nadeen a little hungry for another taste of Archie's amazing cock.
Archie drove his tongue into her wet tissue, and she groaned in delight. Distantly, in the phone, she heard Nadeen bitching at Cletus in the background, working out her frustration on the poor, ignorant dolt, and she smiled in satisfaction. She could still see, in her mind, the skinny little kid sitting on the barstool in her kitchen while she watched Cletus and Nadeen pulling away. When they were gone, she led the lad to her bathroom, explaining that all guests had to bathe before they could eat dinner, and he was so famished that he helped her undress him. When he was naked, he just stood there with his arms at his sides and let her inspect the goods, as it were, and she turned him around two or three times, looking him over, before she would let him get into the shower. His cock had amazed her, more then than now, because, while the rest of his body had grown impressively in the years since that first meeting, his cock had remained about the same. He stood still and, without flinching or objection, let her lift his dick and fondle it with her hands while the water ran in the enclosure behind him. Later, in a moment of uncharacteristic candor, she admitted to Nadeen that she had never seen anything like it, and that was saying something cause she had seen just about every kind and size of cock there was on the earth. She tried to be cool and just let him shower, but her curiosity got the better of her, and, before she knew it, she stepped into the shower with him and began soaping his back. That paled pretty quickly, and so, she leaned over him, cradling his head between her breasts and ran her slippery hands down his chest toward his belly. She lathered his nipples and then dipped her finger into his navel, tickling his belly and making him jerk back against her reflexively. Suddenly, she was kneeling and turning him around, and her hands were working the soap into foamy peaks along the length of him, and he was holding on to her shoulders with his little hands and shaking while the earth opened under his feet. She jacked him off to make him cum, so she could see what he could do, and when he shot, he shocked her with a prodigious flood of cum that coated her neck and breasts, while he squeaked and squealed and shivered under the cascading water like a dog shitting peach pits.
"Yeah, that's what I said, Memphis, you horny little slut," Nancy mouthed into the phone. "At the Heartbreak Hotel, right across the street from fucking Graceland."
"Hell, yes, we're looking right at it"
Archie's tongue was meandering with some purpose, seeking erogenous zones he recalled from previous experiences, and he let the tip slither down his mom's lips to the bulging crease between her cheeks. He slid his hands under her hips, palms up so he could cup her butt, and he lifted her to his mouth. His tongue pierced her crevice, probing blindly between the clenching muscles of her ass.
"Oh God, yes, Archie, lick me there," she wailed at him before gasping, "Nadeen, honey, I've got to go, NOW. Huh? What?"
She chewed her lip and stared at the ceiling, while Archie stroked her sensitive flesh. She propped the phone on her shoulder with the antennae resting on the pillow behind her for support, to free her hands, and she talked while she directed the boy's efforts with her fingertips.
"No, honey, we had to get out of town for a while. Jerry would have freaked out when they searched the house, if he had been there; he's working on a really big deal that something like this could totally fuck up. We were just lucky he was in Canada looking for a new wood supplier when they came."
"Mmmm, Archie, baby, stick your tongue in me deeper," she groaned for Nadeen's benefit, pulling his ears feverishly to encourage compliance.
"No special reason, Archie just likes it here. He won't hardly go anywhere else. He loves to stay here, where he can see Graceland from the room and dress up like Elvis. He has a wig that makes him look just like Elvis, when he puts it on. He gets done up and takes out his cock and pretends to strum it, like it's a guitar, while he sorta sings 'Don't you Cum on my Blue Suede Shoes,' and does Elvis impersonations."
"Good God, son, what else did you learn from that book?" she gushed when the boy's hot tongue seared her openings and distracted her momentarily.
"Hell if I know why he loves Elvis so much, Nadeen, he just picked it up someplace, MTV, probably; I try to keep him away from that shit, but it don't do no good. On the other hand, maybe you taught him, since he sings so bad."
"I learned about this," the boy said, lifting his head to answer, and he slid a finger between her cheeks and into her throbbing asshole. Simultaneously, he nibbled her lips apart and began licking her clitoris with heavy, wet strokes.
"Oh, Jesus, yes," she moaned, and she shut her eyes and tried to remain focused enough to respond to Nadeen's questions."
