Steven rolled up a couple of doobies, explaining to Billy that the maximum THC comes from a fifth generation transplant. He claimed his pot originally came from Hawaii, because it tasted like pineapple. It was at this time things became as clear as 64 Crayola colors on a wall. Steven made his money as a grower and dealer. And what's more, all those undies he was buying me were being paid for with ill gotten gain. It seemed fitting, or at least more fitting than seducing your brothers with lingerie made from honest hard earned cash.
The boys propped Ma up. Ma was by no means ugly. She had flaming red hair and most people claimed she looked like a short version of Nicole Kidman, except she had larger boobs and deep crow's feet from all the liquor she drank and cigarettes she smoked. This was not a good combination. She nearly burned the house down twice already. I would hate to see that, 'cause it would upset Pa more than a few crayon marks. There wouldn't be enough cans of whoop-ass for Pa to open, not that he ever hit Ma or anything, 'cause he didn't, even with all the heartache and such she would put him through.
With ma upright Steven took his joint and placed the lit end in her mouth and yelled, "Shotgun!" as he blow massive amounts of "certified two-toke" smoke into her mouth. Ma coughed and whispered "Steven what are you doin'?"
I wanted to try some of the reefer, just for medicinal purposes, to see if it would help with cramps. I reached for the joint as we passed it around a couple of times.
Ma was pretty well out of it, after a few more shotguns. My brothers were on either side of her, feeling up her boobs through her "braw." Steven kissed Ma on the lips and Ma responded and kissed him back! She did the same with Billy. She has no ideal what the hell was going on; her hands were on Steven's crotch. Steven picked her up and flung Ma over his shoulder and walked out of the room. As he exited he said to me, "Aren't you going to come and watch, after all you instigated this whole thing?"
"Don't blame me for anything," I countered. "I don't have a dick."
"Except that little silver one," Billy said to me softly.
I sat there in the living room wondering what to do. I could watch my brothers fuck Ma, or I could watch Gilligan's Island. And it was a good one too. It was the episode where they almost got rescued. There is nothing like the talents of Bob Denver to bring big drama to the small screen. It is not everyday a person gets to watch their brothers tag team their own mother. I grabbed the chips and coke and skedaddled to the bedroom. I didn't want to miss a single stroke as Ma got hers.
I sat on a chair near the foot of my folk's bed as my brothers were removing Ma's pullover. It came off real easy with one brother on each side bringing it up over her head. And there is where it stayed. The boys debated if they should leave Ma's face covered with her hands in caught in the sleeves or to take it all the way off. Ma couldn't give them head if it was on, but then again, she most likely would lose her cookies if she tried. With it on, Ma couldn't see who was molesting her, and most likely would just think it was a dream in her stupor state of mind. Blah, blah, blah, they went on. Ma's bra came off, and her pullover remained inside out over her face. They played with Ma's naked breasts. I was sure this wasn't the first time she had these guys were sucking on her tits, but their teeth would now be something different.
