Well, I'm happy to announce I finally got this story out of my system. I think it's a good story but for some reason it was a bear to write. Something about Mom Cindy taking over the storyline just made it a more difficult decision. I hope you enjoy it. Any screw-ups on the Spanish language are my fault - no offense intended. Please let me know your thoughts on the story - didn't get too many comments on Chapter 01 (it's never too late - hint, hint!)
As always, this is a work of fiction and the characters are simply figments of my rather overactive imagination. Any resemblance to anyone living or dead is pure coincidence. Now, go - read - enjoy!
I got the call just as Rosalita and I were gasping for breath after a long wonderful bout of lovemaking. We had spent most of Saturday in bed together, still insatiable for each other after four weeks of being together. I could not keep my hands, mouth and cock away from my cinnamon skinned lover's body. We had been napping and I had woken to find Rosalita straddling my body – my cock in her warm mouth and her thick, furry muff hovering over my face – labia parted and drops of her sweet juices splashing on my face.
My mature lover had introduced me to the concept of the sixty-nine and I couldn't get enough of it. I raised my head and ran my tongue along the length of Rosalita's spread pussy, savoring her sweet taste as much as the muffled and soulful moan she gave in response. I was making every effort to know how to best please my Latino lover and felt that I was learning her little secret pleasure spots – especially that certain little point just under her clitoris that when probed gently with my tongue had such spectacular results.
"OHHHH JOHNNNYYY – MI HIJOOOO!" Rosalita sobbed, rocking back onto my face. "I love that, but I can't take iiittttt!" she cried as she tightened her thighs' grip on my head as her cunt spasmed and flooded my face with her pussy juices. Rosalita sprawled forward and off me after a few more taunts from my tongue, onto her knees, her face against the sheets. "I love your mouth, hijo!" she panted.
My cock waved happily in the air, straight, long and stiff, getting harder at the image of my Rosalita's full ass raised as if in offering. I scrambled to my knees and positioned myself behind her – tilting her ass up slightly to give me better access to her fur covered pussy. I ran my cock up and down between her labia lips and Rosalita moaned, "Oh yes, mi amado hijo, FUCK MAMA, FUCK ME NOW, SON!"
With a feral, possessive growl, I thrust hungrily into Rosalita's steamy pussy – my growl becoming a happy sigh as her buttery soft flesh enfolded itself around my throbbing cock. The room filled with our cries and the aroma of our sweat and juices and pheromones as we made love with passion and hunger and complete abandon.
Rosalita's sobs and my groans of pleasure mixed in with the noises of sweaty, slapping flesh as we came together again and again. I leaned forward and slipped my hands around my lover to cup and knead her bountiful, meaty breasts – eventually finding her blood engorged nipples, thick and swollen and pulled and teased them as I fucked my lover with everything I could muster.
Already primed by Rosalita's talented tongue, it didn't take me too long to reach the point of no return and as I began to cum deep inside Rosalita's cunt, my hot semen bathing her womb set off a tremendous orgasm in her. Together, we bucked and thrusted and climaxed together for what seemed an eternity – only stopping when our bodies could take no more.
We collapsed together and wound up on our sides face to face. Rosalita gasped for breath and grinned saucily as she kissed me and said, "Every single time, hijo, is better than the time before. If this keeps up, your cock may wind up killing me."
Between gasps for air, I replied, "Well, we can give it up if we need to, Rosalita. I wouldn't want to..."
I didn't finish as Rosalita reached out and took my semi-erect cock in her hand and said, "Don't you even think it – I will never give up this lovely dick or the boy it is attached to." Rosalita kissed me again. "I love my little hijo, Johnny and his big cock!"
I flushed with pleasure, thrilled at Rosalita's words. "I love you, too my amado Rosalita. Te quiero, mi amado Rosalita." We were kissing again when my cell phone went off. "Ignore it," I whispered to my lover and we kissed some more, our tongues playing and dancing.
The cell phone finally stopped, but a minute later, it went off again. I was thinking clearly enough now to recognize Mom's ring tone. I sighed and resolved to ignore it, but Rosalita recognized it too and said, "You better answer it. If she's calling this late, it must be important."
I turned it on and said, "Mom? Everything okay?"
"Is this Johnny Holman?" It was a man's voice – tight and grumpy.
"Who is this? Where's my mother? What's wrong?" I sat up, suddenly scared.
"Settle down, son. Your Mom's fine. This is Deke Rogers – I manage Mallory's Pub – downtown on 9th Street. You need to come get your mother – she can't drive."
"What's wrong with her? Where is she?"
I heard a bored, exasperated sigh from the other end. "Mr. Holman, your mother's fine – she's just had a little too much to drink and can't drive - and she was having trouble dialing the phone, so I'm making the call. Come get your mother, son and take her home."
He hung up and I gave a sigh and explained the situation to Rosalita. My lover just stroked my face and smiling, said, "Go, my hijo. She needs your help." I dressed quickly as my mature lover watched – me marveling at the lack of jealousy or anger in this woman – her face betraying nothing but her love for me. "Be careful, Johnny – I love you, mi hijo," she said as she kissed me goodbye at the door, hiding behind it as I left.
As I drove, my mind ran over the heady world my life had become. The weeks following Rosalita and I becoming lovers were like nothing I had ever experienced before. It was as if losing my virginity to that lovely Hispanic woman was the trigger for world changing events – at least, world changing for me.
Seeing her at school was the hardest. Every time I saw my Rosalita going about her job as a school janitor, I just wanted to sweep her up in my arms and carry her off and make love to her – I hated that I couldn't even go up and kiss her, but she was adamant that our love remain a secret at least until after I graduated from school. But in the evenings, I would come to her and my cinnamon skinned beauty would be waiting for me, her beautiful, long black hair undone and we would make love and I would find peace and happiness wrapped up in her arms and legs,
In Rosalita's embrace, I would find everything I needed to make sense of a steadily growing crazy world. I was coming to the end of my high school career – we had two weeks left. My life was mostly consumed by going through the motions for my classes (I already had the required credits to graduate), playing the last games of the baseball season, and spending every possible free moment with Rosalita.
And Rosalita and I weren't the only ones whose lives had been turned upside down. Mom's flirting with me became more steadily obvious, especially after she and Dad sat me down the first week in May and announced that they were going to try a temporary separation. "We have some issues that your Mom and I need to work out," Dad said in his best 'fatherly' voice. Dad informed me that for a while, he was moving out, taking an apartment downtown to be nearer his office.
Now, I had known that things had been rocky between Mom and Dad for a few years. Their arguments had grown increasingly hostile and loud and it was no secret that the fire had gone out of their love life and that recent efforts to rekindle things had been a dismal failure. Dad appeared to have lost interest in sex just as Mom desired more and more.
Things grew even more complicated when just a few days after Dad moved, the rumors began to fly about Dad being seen in public with a young woman that used to work in his office. From the shouting matches Mom had with Dad over the phone, it sounded like Dad had simply moved in with this young woman and that the relationship had been ongoing for quite some time. I guess we were wrong about Dad and his interest in sex.
Mom took it hard. She was drinking more and spent a lot of time crying in her room. I tried to comfort her as best I could, but she either seemed to withdraw from me or flirt with me and I couldn't predict which way she would jump each time.
I pulled up in front of Mallory's. It was close to midnight and the place was nearly deserted. I confess I felt a pang of jealousy – Mallory's Pub had the reputation as a pick-up join and I hated to think of Mom even wanting to visit. I made my way in and found Mom at the bar, staring sullenly into a mostly empty glass with an umbrella in it.
"Mom? Are you okay?" I said as I stood beside her and placed my hand on her arm.
I confess – Mom looked stunning. She had on a sexy black dress that showed everything off to best advantage – from the low cut halter strapped front showcasing her large, firm breasts, to the short hemline that highlighted her tanned, slender legs. The dress was tight, leaving no doubts about her gorgeous figure and her tight rear end. Mom's honey blonde hair hung down to her bare shoulders (something about bare shoulders really turns me on).
"Mom?" I said again. "C'mon, let's go home."
Mom turned slowly and looked at me and then moving slowly, she hugged me to her, pulling me tight against her lush body. I half expected her to start crying, but she just hugged me for a long time and then in a whisper that tickled my throat, said, "Please."
I took that as a request to take her home. I retrieved her car keys from the bartender and then, after making sure my car would be okay where it was, walked out of the bar with my arm around Mom's shoulders as she moved unsteadily to her sedan. Her car's front seat was a bench seat and after I got Mom inside and got behind the wheel, Mom scooted over and leaned herself into me. It was a little awkward as I pulled out, her breast pressing into my right arm, but in a minute, I adjusted to compensate by putting my arm around her.
We drove in silence for a while – the radio playing soft jazz very low and Mom snuggled up to me, her steady breath on my neck as she rested her head on my shoulder. We were several minutes from home when Mom finally said something – the last thing I would have expected to hear her to say to me.
