MOTHER & SON REUNION
Black & White Luv.
All characters are adults 18 or over.
Mae Black killed her pimp about the time I was born, she was sixteen or so. The state then put me in foster care, and Mae went off to prison where she got off the drugs and booze, acquired a taste for gash and guard cock, and ran the prison laundry until they cut her loose when she was thirty-something. Mae seduced the prison librarian, they got married after Mae got our, and the librarian, Lisa, left her husband and kids.
I'm her son, Coleman Black, I was an E4 senior airman at the end of my first air force enlistment back then. I'm 6'-1" tall, weigh 175 pounds, and have blue eyes. After I graduated high school, I joined the air force and became a combat controller, the guy who parachutes to the bomb target and lets the mother ship know how things are going when the bombs fall.
As I got close to the end of my enlistment I decided to take some of my accrued annual leave time to find Mae Black, to learn more about me, and give some thought to re-enlisting. My re-enlistment bonus was a tidge more than thirty-four grand, and hard to turn down, so I needed to give it some thought and check out the civilian job market.
Mae wasn't hard to find once a helpful state social worker put me on the right path. The state keeps 'adoption' files filled with all the relevant records and documents so people like me can find birth parents. The prison was helpful, too, and Mae's probation officer with the Department of Corrections (DOC) steered me to her home and job at a small town named Salt Springs. I drove there from my base in Idaho, and had lunch at the Fatman's Barbecue where Mae worked. The DOC photo made it easy to spot her. I asked the hostess to sit me at one of Mae's tables.
According to the old records Mae was thirty-nine. Her black hair was shoulder length and fulla fat curls, she was about five-five tall, and one hundred, seventy-five pounds evenly spread around her body though her upper arms were a bit flabby, and her belly, too. She reminded me of Roseanne Barr at the same age.
I had like no memory of her, so it was like meeting a total stranger, a female stranger who didn't look too bad according to my peter-meter. It scored her a six outta possible ten. I saw her one leg covered with a tat, and it looked like she had more under her blouse. I guessed she was mostly white with a few drops of other races, probably black, and Hispanic. Maybe a Creole from around New Orleans. Her tits were average but enough; she carried her pounds on her ass and thighs.
Mae got to me quick enough. "Can I start you off with something to drink?" She asked with a smile.
"Gimme the jumbo iced tea, please," I replied.
She brought the tea, took my order, and returned in a few minutes. I had the pork platter with fries, Texas Toast, and cole slaw. After she brought me the bill I laid five, one hundred dollar bills atop it, with a note. She noticed it immediately, and looked surprised after she read the note.
"I don't know what to say," she said. "Are you a cop?"
"No. I'm staying at the Holiday Inn, if you want the money meet me in the lounge tonight at whatever time's convenient for you."
"Is this a joke?" She asked.
"Look. I know you're married, but I figure you can slip away for a couple of hours if you're interested in the money." I replied.
"Sugar, you can have any woman in this town for a lot less money," she said.
"I want you. Do this, take a hundred now, think about it, and gimme a call after you decide. I'll give you the rest of the money when I see you." My cell number was on the note, along with my room number.
She brought my change, kept the C note, and phoned me a few minutes after five.
The lounge downstairs at the Holiday Inn turned out to be the hot spot in Salt Springs. I met Mae there to have a quiet drink and talk, we walked into a thickly carpeted room with soft lighting and a good sound system. There were fifteen or twenty people in the place, all of them either having a good time or looking for one.
On the jukebox, someone sang a song about cheating. When she was done, a duo I didn't recognize sang a song about cheating. Then Hank Williams's sang, "Your Cheatin' Heart." A subtle pattern was beginning to emerge. Everybody knew what everybody else was there for, and nobody wanted to wait.
"I love that song," Mae said. She looked much different here. She wore a short skirt and a sort of blouse with embroidery on it, the fabric was translucent to diaphanous and hid little of her charms.
"What yuh drinking?" I asked.
"Gin and tonic," she replied. I ordered a Duff Beer for me and handed Mae the rest of her money, she stuffed it in her bag.
"I can't stay long, I have a whole nuther life apart from the restaurant." She reminded me.
"I know," I hinted.
"So who are you and what do you want with me?" She asked as she looked through her bag for something. "I gotta be twenty years older than you. You gotta wife?"
"No wife. Don't want a wife."
"How come? You don't act like a fag. You got any protection?"
"No. It's a whole lot less trouble to pay for it. You pay your money and you say: 'Blow me.' And she blows you. No crap, no trouble, you don't get a load of shit about it. She's clean and you can see what you're doing. I used to think, well, any man got to pay for it, he might as well cut it off, you know? But not no more. You do it and both of you go do something else until the next time, and you're happy for the time you spent together. When I'm outta town we both fuck other people. No problem.
"You're fifteen years older than me, to be exact. What I want is some tender loving, for starters, and then we'll talk." We drank our drinks and went to my room where we took turns pissing, and got undressed. Mae looked good naked. Her belly was flabby and her upper arms were flabby, like most lesbians, but she didn't look like an old dyke. She looked like who she was, an older woman fresh outta prison ready to bloom again.
I hadda steady woman back in Idaho. She was an older married gal who sold it when her old man was in jail and she was alone in their trailer. Usually she called me on the cell to invite me over or to take her out before we fucked. Five hundred was the usual price for an all nighter, and it's what I paid her, or two hundred for a quickie-plus if her husband was around.
Mae got atop the bed and pulled my hard dick outta my pants in no time and started off licking it. When I got a little aroused she put the tip between her lips and sort of teased it for a little bit, then gradually took more and more of it into her mouth and went up and down the shaft as she pressed her tongue tight against the backside. She matched the rhythm of my hips with her mouth, and had a mouth fulla saliva that leaked out around her lips. She knew that the head is where the action is, and worked on it while she used her hand to firmly hold my shaft close to her mouth rather than jack me. Then she held my balls in her other hand, rolling them around in her hand while she sucked me. She gave the whole sack a few soft tugs, using her thumb and forefinger to pinch the skin between the two balls, and slid her fingers from the base of my scrotum to the tips of my nuts.
Then she moved her mouth to my balls and stroked my shaft with her hand. She licked all around my balls with a broad, flat tongue, and took turns taking each ball in her mouth for a minute or so.
"Ain't done this is a while," she said as she held the base of my cock and moved her lips back and forth over the ridge between the head and the shaft. She pressed a knuckle firmly against my perineum then kneaded the skin with the knuckle.
Then she went for the gold medal, easing a finger into my asshole.
I suspect she and Lisa got plenty of cock in the prison. Women trade pussy for all kinds of favors from male and female staff. Lisa got knocked up twice by the guards.
Mar didn't swallow after I came, but she did taste it. "I usta love to suck dicks," she said.
I handed her a handkerchief to clean her lips and chin. She then stood by me and I put my arms around her and kissed her.
"You're the first man ever kissed me after a blow job." Guys don't usually make-out with whores.
"Want another drink?" I asked.
"Something cold and wet, but I better go easy on the booze."
"I could use another beer." I called room service.
"I wish I had a joint," she said.
"You can't get any weed in this town?" I replied
"Just the occasional puff if someone shares."
I pulled one outta my travel bag. It was from a pack of pre-rolled joints I bought, driving through Colorado. I handed it to her, "Wait till room service leaves," I cautioned her. She put my robe on, answered the door, and signed the bill, then lit up once she was back in the bed with me. She got a Coke.
"I wish I could get some decent weed around here," she complained.
"I'll send you home with a couple packs."
"There's two sure ways to capture a girl's heart," she said.
"I'm listening," I replied.
"Make her cum hard, and keep her in the dope she craves." She took another drag off the joint and passed it to me.
"I'll bring you a real stash next time I come to see you."
"You already want seconds with me?"
"And thirds and fourths."
"You must be in love."
"Not yet, you're the woman I wanted to fuck since I got my first boner."
"Liar! You never seen me till now! What you got in mind for me tonight?"
"I wanna eat your pussy all the way from your ass to your heart. Lie on your back when you're done with the dope."
