Benjamin Mackenzie lived in a trailer on the banks a wide river. Ambleside trailer park was on the run-down, under-developed side of a harbour and he grew up peering enviously across the dark water at the twinkling lights of a nearby but distant city.
He tried with great difficulty to dispel the clichés of being 'trailer park trash': he was well read, well spoken, presentable, polite, courteous and hard-working. Despite his efforts, however, the kids at school had maintained he would forever be poor white trash and there was nothing he could have done to change their minds. So Benjamin lead a secluded, isolated youth. When he reached the end of highschool he found that his Ambleside address excluded him from many employers, they told him blatantly that they predicted he would be idle, insolent and untrustworthy.
And finding a girlfriend? Forget it! Girls of his 'class' thought he was too hoity-toity. Girls from the country thought he was an ignorant bum compared to city boys. Girls from the city thought he was a dangerous criminal. It was this lonely, frustrated young man who came home late one evening to discover Jemima passed out on his bed.
Jemima Mackenzie did nothing to disprove the negative clichés attached to her being a trailer park mom: she was loud in both opinion and fashion, promiscuous and had a drink problem. Fairly often Benjamin would find her passed out after a heavy binge but this was the first time he'd found her sprawled out on his own bed. His 'bedroom' was only as big as a closet and this forty-something's sleeping corpse seemed to fill the small space with her exposed flesh.
He stood looking at her long golden legs that travelled for miles until they disappeared into the tunnel of a denim skirt stained with booze drips, cigarette ash and who knows what else; one of her heels had fallen off, the other was dangling precariously. He watched the rise and fall of her breasts as she breathed, her perky, prominent nipples peeking through the thin material of her leopard-print sleeveless top. Her exposed skin showed the marks and bruises of a life spent careening from one danger to another. Her face too showed signs of wear after many years of causal drug use and hard drinking, but she was still strikingly attractive. Benjamin let his eyes linger on the pleasing contours of her features and he tried to resist thinking about how he was bewitched.
Benjamin's biological mother had abandoned him when he was only three; she'd dumped the tot on Jemima, her oldest friend, and fled; this may well have been the most generous decision she ever made because he grew up loved and cherished by his surrogate mother. Benjamin had grown, however, into an extremely lonely young man and Jemima had, innocently, become a romantic fixation. His feelings of illicit desire were made even more challenging by her free and easy attitude to sex. He wished he wasn't related to her, even though we wasn't actually related to her, in way that made it okay to... He wished... He shook the forbidden ideas out of his brain like a dog shaking off pond-scum and tried to wake her up. Experience had taught him that, once passed out, she needed a forceful rousing. He touched her shoulder and jiggled her.
"Momma Jem! Wake up, you're in the wrong bed, Momma Jem! Momma!"
He tried again to jiggle her awake but the result was only an angry grumble and a slight change in position. Benjamin looked unblinkingly at the sight of his Momma's now open thighs, her legs bent in such a way as make the hem of her skirt ride up and exhibit the enchanting view of her pale purple cotton panties. Her underwear had been skewed diagonally sideways and only partially concealed her dark, utterly enticing labia.
He was frozen in place. His mind was recording every detail of this secret, squalid, salacious moment. He knew he should feel ashamed but he also knew he would be playing it over and over in his mental cinema to endless hours of self-abuse. Lately, his unknowing mother-figure had inspired all his midnight masturbations and he knew he would be seeing this breath-taking image time and time again.
He had recently escalated into stealing and enjoying Jem's soiled underwear, inhaling deeply the many sordid stains on her gusset as he beat his meat. Usually, as he felt himself racing to the liquid finish, he would lick and suck at the flavours ingrained into the crusty cotton crotch to heighten his pleasure at the climatic moment. And now... here was the real thing. The real deal. Her actual... He couldn't quite believe what he was doing as he crawled up his bed, between her long legs. The goosebumped skin of his arms touched her soft thighs. Up close, her purple panties sported some unsavoury wet spots that titillated his imagination. He lowered his face and hovered his nose like a hummingbird over her slightly parted lips. The smell was intoxicating but it wasn't enough, it spurred him on. He wanted more.
Benjamin felt his dick straining inside his jeans as he lowered his face and pressed his nose to her barely hidden labia. She did not stir as he remained in place, breathing in her intimate, indescribable scent. He moved only a fraction, just enough for him to press his nose lower and deeper inside her open, sticky, funky slit. His dick was fully stiff and being restrained painfully in his jeans so he reached down to unbutton and release the beast; with an unthinking animal reflex he immediately began a slow, tight wank as he snuffled his unaware Momma's dirty pussy. And she smelled sooooo dirty. He was in hog heaven as he tried to identify the individual scents that combined to create her piquant pussy perfume.
His hand was moving faster on his cock as he arrived at a momentous decision. Without hesitation Benjamin pushed his tongue inside and sampled her spine-tingling flavours. First he had just a quick darting taste. Then another, slower taste. Then another until he was lapping at her honeyed juices, which seemed to be flowing in plentiful supply. He sucked on each of her lips. He licked down and up and around and dashed his tongue in and out. He pressed his nose into her soft, sandy-coloured pubes and slid his tongue inside as deep as he could manage before his jaw ached. He was completely lost, his higher brain functions had ceased as he swallowed every drop of this divine nectar. He had a close-up view of her swelling clit reddening and peeking out from under its pink hood and so he nibbled on it. He felt a hand touch the top of his head. He froze like a lizard who's spotted a snake. He felt Jem's fingernails dig into his scalp.
He heard her voice, soft and slurred and sleepy, "Bobby, baby, it's been ages since you did that to me, don't stop."
'Bobby! She think's I'm Bobby!'
Benjamin's brain was bewildered but thinking fast. If he stopped, he reasoned, she would wake up to see why he had stopped. The only sensible course was to continue. So he slid his tongue back inside her and circled around her smooth, rubbery walls. He sloshed down into her wet well of delicious goo and then repeated this until her transparent sweetness was flowing out for him to lap at like a thirsty dog. She dug her nails in the top of his head as if to pull his mouth harder upon her pussy, he took this as a sign to work harder. He forgot that he was invading her, that she was an unwilling victim of his shameful lust and closed off any thoughts of guilt or regret.
Jem lifted her hips and ground her pussy harder on to his eager mouth, responding to his inexperienced but fast-learning efforts. He was wincing and wondering how he could prise her talons out of his scalp when he felt her shudder and contort and lift her pelvis even higher off the mattress. She began shaking so much that he naturally held on to her legs to stop both him and his Momma from tumbling off the flimsy bed. At no point did he lessen his licks, rather he increased their urgency and devoured her, sending her over the edge into... well, he didn't exactly know where he was sending her but she was certainly going somewhere nice. Jem was crying out as her pussy pulsed and vibrated to the gymnastics of his now-aching tongue.
Benjamin tried to breathe but was instead rewarded with a mouthful of warm, gloopy, salty, viscous fluid. He leaned his head back in surprise and watched her sexy dirty pussy squirt out an eruption of stringy milk-like liquid. It only took a moment for him to realise what had filled his mouth. He'd wanked often enough to recognise sperm when he saw it. He watched Jem's orgasm subsiding, her tremors becoming smaller and less frequent. He could feel his mouthful of spunk liquidising further, mixing with his saliva. He felt some leak out of his lips and dribble down his chin. What could he do? You only live once, he thought, and so he swallowed it.
It wasn't pleasant but it wasn't repulsive. The pure filthiness of the situation was both repellent and arousing. He gazed in wonder at the waterfall of creamy cum drooling from his Momma's beautiful cunt and a seductive urge pulled his face closer. He dipped his tongue into the trickling sperm and took some more into his mouth to taste. He was electrified by own perversity. He licked and gobbled the warm oozing gloop and swallowed down every creamy drop.
"Benji?"
Jem's voice stopped him dead with his tongue still fully extended. He slowly withdrew it from inside her pussylips and looked up. She was blearily befuddled.
"What are we doing?" she asked.
Benjamin had no logical answer.
"Ohfuckingchristshitfuck!"
Jem babbled in her drunken haze and rolled on the bed, trying to escape. In the entanglement of struggling limbs, her stiletto heel spiked into the side of his head, perilously close to his eye, and he fell away from her. He watched from the floor as she clambered up, fell back down then stood shakily and exited his tiny room, mumbling curses and crashing into the doorframe as she went. He lay back on the floor, amongst his discarded clothes and bedroom detritus. He became suddenly aware of a sharp pain in the side of his head and of his raging hard-on. So, naturally, he ignored the pain and started to wank. He closed his eyes and relived the previous half hour, relishing the memory of every succulent droplet of liquid lust that he'd tasted. He could smell her pussy on his face. He tugged his prick at a heart-stopping speed until he shot his own liquid love-juice all over his belly. Breathing hard, he lifted his slimy fingers, besplattered with his own baby-batter, and licked the trails of cum off his skin. He dibbled his fingertips into the pool of self-made sperm on his hairy belly and licked them also until he'd completely cleaned himself up.
A thought occurred to him while in this reflective, post-orgasmic state: 'Whose cum was I eating? Bobby's away on a trip, he's not supposed to get back until tomorrow, so... Who's sperm did I lick out of her?'
Bobby was Momma Jem's long-term boyfriend and the closest thing Benjamin ever had to a father-figure. Bobby and Jemima had a loving but loose relationship; he would 'wander off' on his travels, sometimes for months at a time, and Jem would entertain herself with other guys she knew until he strolled back into their trailer. He never displayed an ounce of jealousy and Benjamin had never once heard him argue with Jem, even when she was drunk as a skunk and combatively goading him. Benjamin was grateful to this man who'd raised him and he tried to emulate Bobby's cool as a cucumber persona as much as his inherited fiery temperament would allow. Benjamin was smiling contentedly and about to drift off to sleep on the floor when he heard the sound of Jem's distressed sobbing. He found her in the kitchenette, hunched over the sink. There was an open beer can next to her but she was swigging from a bottle of vodka. When she saw him, she turned her back and took another heavy lug from the bottle and then raised the can to her lips. Benjamin walked over and put his arms around her.
"Stop that, Momma."
After a couple of minutes, her crying lessened enough for her to speak.
"I'm so, so, so, so, so, sorry!" she blurted.
"Momma Jem, don't-"
"I've hit rock bottom, Benji."
"Mom-"
"Sexually assaulting my boy... I, I, I-"
"Jem, no, that's not what happened."
