Mike is a rousing success. His passion and need become almost too much for him to handle. Relationship with Evie is formalized. Life throws a couple of curves. Comments, good or critical, welcome. Sign them and I'll acknowledge them. Jb7
Part LVII
By noon the Saturday feature meals were prepped for the final cooking. In the small city, word of mouth acted quickly. News of the cacciatore the night before had spread and otherwise regular customers who had been absent for a while returned to see if the reports were true. Mike had suggested to Evie and her mother that one of the game hens be sacrificed and portioned out in sample cups to be given to customers as they were seated.
Dinner service began at five. By eight, they were out of the game hen, and nearly out of the cacciatore. By ten, they were down to sandwich service. Including the bar, they could seat ninety patrons. That night they turned the room over three times, the biggest non-festival night in the restaurant's colorful history.
Mike was stoked. He was on an adrenaline high so high he didn't know what to do with himself. As soon as kitchen clean up was underway, he went looking for Evie, only to learn she had left the restaurant for a couple of hours since she had to close the bar that night, at two AM.
Anna was in the manager's office, going over the night's receipts. She looked up when Mike stuck his head in the doorway to ask about Evie. "Hey, Mike! Congratulations! Looks like your game hen dish is a big success. You actually sold out of it?"
"More than. We sold out everything we had prepped for tonight, and all of what we had set aside for tomorrow."
"Uh, what are we..."
"When I put the birds on to cook, I had Evie call the supplier. He'll have fifty birds here by nine o'clock. Hot damn! I am so ...unngh! I can't describe it. It's like being on the edge of a huge orgasm and it feels so fucking good, you're not sure if you want to come or not. Know what I mean?"
Anna laughed and walked around the desk to approach him. "Well, why don't we see if I can help you over that edge, and then..."
"Easy, Mom. I've seen him like this before. Mike doesn't often get rough during sex, but when he's on an adrenaline high like now, he's a little unpredictable. You can leave or watch, but let me get him calmed down for you." Evie walked into the office and closed the door behind her.
She walked up to Mike and kissed him lightly on the lips. "Hey, big guy! You had a good night, huh, and feel like celebrating? Here's what I'm gonna do for you. It's been years since you fucked my ass, and tonight is a good night for it. You have to start slow, until you get all the way in, then, when I tell you, as hard and fast as you can.
"Afterwards, I'm going to send you home with Mom so you can fuck all three of her holes while I close up here. Then, I'll join you at home. Okay?" she asked as she stroked his re-bar-like cock through his uniform pants.
She saw Mike's face darken as his libidinous need began to assert itself. "I'm going to fuck both your pussies on the desk, then I'll do your ass before I leave with your mother," he growled.
"My ass first, Mike. Remember the last time you got like this, at the frat party, with the freshman girl. She needed to be carried to bed, Mike. Remember?" She turned to Anna. "Mom, go into the kitchen and get us a couple of cups of canola oil. There might be a small bottle in the storeroom."
She pushed Mike to sit on the edge of the desk and reached for the drawstring which held up his pants. "Now, lets see if we can take some of the edge off your need." She pulled his pants from under his hips, freeing his cock.
"Mmm. Ooh, babe, look how angry he looks, all red and swollen up. You could hide your cock in a basket of plums, it's so purple. I might need mom's help with this before I let you in my butt. Would that be okay, letting Mom suck you for a bit? I know she'd like it. She's told me stories about the big cocks she's gone down on."
Just then the door opened and Anna came in, carrying a pint bottle of oil. "Who's told you about...OhMiGod! And you're going to let that monster in your ass! Are you sure you want to do that, baby?"
"Unh uh, Mom, that's why I'm going to ask you to help me give him a blow job, to take some of the edge off. I think with both of us working on it, it shouldn't take too long; probably longer to clean up the mess than to cause it," she giggled.
Anna reached out and wrapped her hand around Mike's hot rod. "Mmm, oh, Mike, that feels so good. Let me start, Evie. Just remember, whoever makes him come, we have to share his cream, okay?" Evie nodded and moved aside so her mother had access to Mike's monster.
Anna poured a few drops of the oil on Mike's glans and smeared it all over the glans and shaft. While she did that, she was building up a large dollop of drool which she let flow over his glans and shaft, and used her hands to swab it all over both. She looked up at him, engaging his eyes. Without losing eye contact, she lowered her mouth to the tip of his cock, and in a single motion, swallowed his glans.
He reached out to wrap his hands around Anna's head, but she intercepted his hands and pushed them away from her. Only then did he become aware of the feathery tickle on the front of his scrotum. He moaned and leaned back, driving his cock further into her throat as her tongue continued caressing his nutsack.
He was vaguely aware of her pulling back and her cheeks and tongue massaging his cock on its trip out of her throat. He was very aware of the tingle in the back of his knees and the unbearable pressure in his balls. Anna felt the increase in size and signaled her daughter to get in position next to her.
Mike's first blast nearly caught her off guard. His second was spread across Evie's nose and chin, while the third made it into her mouth. The fourth Anna caught along with the dribbles making up the fifth and sixth. She shared those two in a kiss with Evie after licking her face clean.
Mike watched the exchange, grinning like an idiot. His immediate need had been blunted, but the euphoria from the night was still extant, as was the truncheon between his legs. Evie broke the kiss with her mother and immediately engaged in one with Mike, thrusting her tongue into his mouth. His hands gripped her ass and pulled her between his thighs as he tasted himself on her tongue.
She pulled back. "Are you ready for me now, Mike? Are you ready to fuck my ass?"
"Just as soon as I get you ready. How do you want it, standing or laying down?"
"I'd better stand up and lean on the desk. Momma, bring the oil. Get my skirt up out of the way, Mike; in front, too. I don't want to get any oil on it."
Mike pushed her skirt up out of danger, revealing she was pantiless. He then dribbled some oil in the top of her ass crack, watching as it ran down to her rosebud, where he trapped it and massaged it around the area, pushing some inside the sensitive muscle.
As Mike massaged her crinkle, Evie remembered why she hadn't let anyone else do this to her since Mike had the weekend she had visited him at school. She bit her lip to keep from moaning in pain as his fingers invaded her most taboo area.
Slowly, she grew accustomed to the outward pressure against her anus as it was spread to accommodate his fingers. "H... How... many fingers is that?" she huffed.
