Clint Walleti parked his hog in front of the run the down mobile home, flipped his half burned buttless smoke into the garbage strewn yard, and entered the cluttered kitchen-dining room area of the twenty five year old trailer. Many of the cupboard doors hung open and all of them had their veneer peeling out at the corners. The sink was full of dishes and trash mixed with organic refuse spilled onto the floor from the trashcan as a swarm of flies circled in the middle of the room. The counter top room divider was cluttered with wrinkled beer cans candy wrappers and more dirty dishes covered with old dried food scraps.
"Anybody here," he shouted into the buzzing flies, "hey, Linda, you home yet?" after listening to the silence he muttered to himself, "Dumb cunt!" While opening up the refrigerator and grabbing a beer he continued muttering sarcastically to himself, "if she was ever on time it'd be a fucking miracle." as he looked at the clock noting it was three thirty and then taking several large chugs from the long necked bottle staring into the refrigerator cluttered with moldy cracked dry cheese, tomatoes that were so moldy they were melting across the bottom, wrinkled dry lettuce leaves laid next to an unrecognizable wad of something. There was dried out franks in an open package next to a half empty loaf of bread. There was little if any edible food, but there was plenty of beer and the gin bottles looked new. He let out a long, loud, wet belch and slammed the door closed.
Clint walked into the surprisingly spacious living room muttering, "Christ the mutt did it again she knows I wanted the boxes out of here," he gave them both a kick to the wall. Then looked at the picture Linda's mom Pearl took of them at the park. She was beaming a warm smile as she mugged for the camera and with a smug chuckle said, "Boy have I got the hook in her!" as he noted the smudge of makeup under her left eye concealing the black eye he had given her a day earlier. Then laughed out loud adding, "God...! What a wet and wild ride but dumb really, really dumb!" He was about to plop down in front of the TV when he heard an oddly familiar female voice coming from the bathroom at the far end of the trailer singing quite happily. He made his way through the clutter, to the bathroom door and tapped lightly. He knew it wasn't Linda got nosy and opened it up a crack. He could hear the woman's voice clearly over the water beating on the Formica walls and heavy plastic curtain and recognized the voice. Clint began chuckling to himself hissing, "It's Pearl come to tease me again." Then quickly stripped off his clothes and quietly slipped inside the towel strewn bathroom, and without the slightest warning, jerked the moldy shower curtain open and just stared wild-eyed at Linda's mother, Pearl, stumbling from the startle, and gasping from the shock of Clint's abrupt action, with a stunned look on her face as she tried desperately to cover herself!
Nonchalantly as you, please Clint eyed her top to bottom a beer in one hand and stretching his still limp shaft with the other. He drained his beer spilling most of down his front and tossed the empty onto the stained carpet then casually asked as he stared at her full soapy wet bush only half covered by her hand, and in a chuckling voice he asked, "So, Mrs. K, how's it going?" ending his query with an exaggerated slurping sound as he slipped into the small shower.
"W-what are you doing in here, Clint!?" the mortified woman stammered while turning away to hide her large breasts and thick black bushy hair from Clint's rude gaping gaze. Pearl continued swishing her hand over her round hairy buttocks trying in vain to cover her backside.
"Well..." he said while eyeing her fanny hungrily and in a strained southern drawl continued, "I was thinkin' you was Linda, but now I'm glad you ain't!" He stood there grinning and letting the water splash over him as he pulled his limp penis.
Even in her stunned state, Pearl Knight couldn't help taking furtive glances at Clint's moderately long but skinny penis noticing it becoming erect, and with a wavering voice ordered, "N-now you get out of here right now or I'll tell Linda about this!" her front still half turned away in an effort to conceal her privates.
Clint laughed evilly, "Shit tell her don't tell her I don't give a fuck!" Clint was amused at the older woman's obvious predicament, and then brayed, "Well, now I know where Linda gets her good looks and tits, shit you look good and you've got milk too! You know what else she must of gotten all the clitty too!" Now Clint just stood there stroking his erect penis looking at Pearl and sporting a very crooked grin he added, "I've seen you look at me when I had a boner pushin' my pants out... yes I think you want a taste and I want a look at that bushy bush of you'res!"
"Your mind has been playing tricks on you! Now get!" she scolded. Pearl never really approved of Clint but in an effort to maintain her relationship with her daughter, she kept her misgivings to herself. Now she was ashamed to admit his brash biker attitude was a turn on to her. Pearl now understood how her daughter was enamored with the insolent and obtrusive young man. Had she had learned it from her, or did she pass it on in her genes? For all of his brash nastiness, and demanding nature he had an attractive aura of arrogance and sexual self assured about him that even she found irresistible. She thought of her persistent fantasy; how like today she would show up while her daughter was away, and the images of him taking advantage of the situation, maybe raping her while his body reeked of stale sweat, beer, and cigarettes, or forcing her to suck him off and filling her mouth with his sperm.
Pearl's disapproving attitude slipped further into the back of her mind as her vagina began flooding with Bartholin fluids; she felt dizzy and out of control as Clint moved in closer to her; she offered only a hint of resistance as he slid one hand around her side cupping a plump breasts milking the large hard nipple with his fingers and as he nibbled her ear he began diddling her taut button of a clitoris with the other. Pearl just gasped and moaned, and her body flexed and jerked shamelessly to his impetuous stimulation.
"You're hotter than I thought you could get, ain't you baby?" he exaggeratedly whispered, blowing his hot breath across her wet neck salaciously adding, "I could tell you were hot for me." While fingering her hard nipple, and pulling her erect clitoris he warmly asked, "Tell me, are you as good at suckin' cock as your little honey!?" The muscles around Pearl's clitoris were so tight they were throbbing she was in such a state of arousal that she would have fucked a donkey, so just picturing her sweet daughter on her knees with this small but hard penis in her mouth was enough to make her knees go weak, and when he tweaked her nipple even harder, a shudder swept through her body Pearl spun around and she slipped to her knees taking Clint's hard penis into her mouth.
"Oh, baby!" he sighed as the middle aged woman hungrily vacuumed his meat making loud slurping noises. Clint had both hands full of her long black hair and was making exaggerated movements with his hips as if he had a large member and then in a dreamy voice remarked, "all the women in your family must be talented, cuz I gotta say, you both have a fuckin' gift!?"
Pearl didn't know if it was a gift or not, but what she did know was that for as long as she could remember, she loved taking a man's cock into her mouth and bringing it to fast and wet orgasm. She loved the feeling of hot sperm gushing into her mouth and its taste was so very satisfying. She thought about uncle Ted and the dozens and dozens of men she dated through the years, as she skillfully worked on Clint's throbbing penis. Even during her three marriages she was easy for them to have and use as a toy and how quickly she could get them to cum in her mouth and now Clint her daughter's husband a gambling, scam running philanderer who lost more money then he ever earned, the worst of it was he had taken all her daughter's inheritance as well. When she felt his pecker stiffen and the inside of her mouth turn creamy, she knew he was about to climax. Pearl pushed him away as disgust exploded inside her mind; the memory of how this bastard spent all of her daughter's money and now her own infidelity turned her passion to ice and she bolted from the tub grasping at a dirty towel from the sink.
"Now you just hold on there! You little teasing bitch!" Clint growled as he grabbed a handful of her long black hair causing her to slip and fall. "I am going to cum in you one way or another. You just hold still while I slip this stiff dick in your ass!" he grunted out as he maneuvered behind her. As he stuffed her head into the toilet Clint sneered, "You are going to get fucked right here and now!" He thrust his penis several times between her legs missing her opening and bouncing off her thighs, her vulva, and glancing off her clitoris as Pearl squirmed in an effort to avoid being penetrated.
Clint smashed Pearl's head into the toilet tank, "Hold still god damn it!" He shouted and shoved her head under the yellowed water. Water splashed from the bowl as Pearl floundered trying to escape; her knees slipped on the wet floor spreading her legs wider. She coughed and gagged while her head remained underwater; her arms flailed about as her hands could not get a grip on the dirty wet toilet rim. Soon the struggle began to slow, her body convulsively heaved, and Clint let out a loud grunt as he stuffed his tool into Pearl's vagina and pulled her out of the water. Clint feverishly pumped while Pearl's face grimaced from chocking and gagging, as she caught her breath. It took only a few minutes for Clint to ejaculate Pearl hadn't even caught her breath when he started hissing and groaning from climaxing. His knee slipped and out popped his penis shooting a thick rope of sperm across Pearl's buttocks and back before he could stuff it back in. Clint gave her a few more convulsive thrusts and relaxed, but kept Pearl's head pressed against the toilet tank.
"I can't believe ya..." Her tirade of disgust was cut short.
"You can't believe me...! What the hell was you doing taking a fuckin' shower in my house? Washing ole Gregory's sperm out of your cunt after fucking him in the park?!" He snarled as he tightened his grip around her side keeping his penis pushed as far in as he could and grabbed another handful of hair yanked her head back and growled, "Yea that's right I know about him but does ole hubby the man's brother? I guess you like keep'en it inside the family fucking hubbies brother. I've seen you lookin' you rubbin' your tits on me, you even come over here smellin' like a bitch in heat... Yea you come over here to get a turn on, and then go home and fuck your tired old man, but when you close your eyes is it the last guy you blew or is it me you see."
