First, maybe a few notes are in order to help anyone who may read this.
I type quite poorly so I use a dictation program. I re-read all that I write and there are no "red lines" or "green lines" in my text, meaning "Word" correction is happy.
I am conveying snip-its of a two+ year period to become a 30+ year period. So, there is no "flow". Modify your reading. Lets begin Ch4.
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Over time, Mom and I did become considerably more huggie, feely. We made "Angel Baby" by Rosie and the Originals our song and danced to it often. For whatever reason, mom did not like to kiss except when in the fiery lust of lovemaking, just before or during orgasm. I never felt that mom was a good kisser so I did not press her. During foreplay, I concentrated on mom's numerous other attributes.
She did welcome my suggestions and choices of buying sexier underwear and even wearing one of my long sleeved white shirts, with only the middle buttons fastened. Such was her dress when lounging around the house. Usually on weekend mornings and afternoons, we spent much of our time reading, watching TV, or cleaning the apartment, often dancing and "playing" as we did so. I would follow her around doing my best to sneak a peak as she bent over or other such foolishness. She loved the attention and would intentionally posture to show her sexual prowess. One such game that thrilled her much was to be in the middle of the bed alone striking poses, and taunting me to masturbate, to rid me of my sexual energy I think, as I watched her. Other times, she would strip off her panties, positioning herself at the edge of the bed and limit my lust to masturbating within inches of her pussy, as she begged me to come on her lavishly bushed mound. When I did so, I would be captivated watching her massage the milky substance into her bush.
One of the most sexually intoxicating things I have ever witnessed is a woman squatting in the tub to scrub her pussy, or even squatting to pee. Often, when mom was bathing, I would listen for the water to be draining from the tub. Knowing that mom would soon be squatting in the tub to perform the task, I would quickly wander in to watch her. She, knowing I was watching, would take longer than necessary to perform the task, smiling. On one such occasion I had an idea;
The first time it took a little talking to convince her to squat at the foot of the bed, with her knees apart, over my face, holding on to the bed post for balance only. Challenging her not to move regardless of the need. I kept to myself, the theory that it would almost totally limit her ability to move. I then proceeded to eat her pussy, bringing her to what appeared like an almost painful orgasm. Her body quaked and she moaned loudly like a stricken animal. Having spent herself, she collapsed forward in exhaustion, whimpering lowly. I then took her there on the floor. It always took a little talking to convince her to do this but she never turned me down.
I received a call one day from mom telling me she had a great surprise and I could meet her at the bus stop for dinner. During dinner;
"Mrs. Agiston is replacing her Chevy Impala and offered it to me at a price that is just too low to ignore. When it comes out of the shop for inspection and a tune-up and other stuff, we will have us a pretty nice car. It's fully loaded. You've seen it." Mom joyfully informed me. "We can take trips upstate and I'd like to go to South Carolina and see Lois and everyone."
As we must have already walked 100 miles or more visiting her friends, up and down large hills, I was as happy as mom. I would be the driver of a fully loaded 1961 Chevy Impala, black in color. Near seven years old, but garage kept.
Two weeks later we were headed to Greenville, South Carolina. I would see Micky and Geraldine, my two female cousins, whom I hadn't seen in over 13 years. Lois, my aunt, their mother, was a very small and funny lady. It was to be a great time.
Two days down, we stayed overnight in a motel. Mom, insisted on getting a two-bed room and it was quite a treat as we had never fucked anywhere except our apartment. Even took a soaking bath together in a huge bathtub.
Micky and I were extremely close when we were young children. We slept in the same bed and had once or twice shown each other our privates. The biggest thing though is that we joined forces against Geraldine. We were always doing something to aggravate my older cousin. On seeing them again, Mickey and I seemed to take up where we left off. Her husband was a Marine stationed at Cherry Point and was there on-duty. Micky and I were free to haunt the local hamburger shops and drive-ins. We only saw Geraldine once or twice while we were there.
"You remember dumping Geraldine off the old porch sitting in that rocker?" Mickey laughed, as we sat watching a movie at a nearby drive-in.
"We had to avoid her all day." I replied, as we laughed.
"And I bet you remember us sleeping together?" She snickered. "I hope it's gotten a little bigger since then?"
"Considerably. If, I might say so myself." I defended.
"You know, if I wasn't your cousin, I might be tempted to give you some pussy." She teased.
"And if you did not have a Marine for a husband, I might just be tempted to let you." I joked back, though inside I felt less joking. "Maybe next time mom and I come down we can discuss it. Give us both time to consider it. You might come around."
"You know us South Carolinians all family oriented and all." She said, moving closer to me and snuggling as I put my arm around her.
I wondered how happy her marriage was. But I felt strongly about not fucking her this night, as I really didn't know this girl next to me, and because she was family, there could be hell to pay.
We spent four glorious days traveling around seeing family and mom's friends. A grand time it was. There was much crying on the morning we left, mom and Lois anyway, and we promised to be back soon. As sad as it was to leave, it had been three nights without sex and it was good to be alone with mom once more.
As we drove up I-85."Geraldine's husband is beating the hell out of her. I told her if she came to New York she could stay with us and I would help her find a good job." Mom casually informed me.
