I had been doing back to back sessions lately, playing pedal steel and six string for a lot of artists. I worked on an album for this new singer named Bobby Riggs, who was being touted by some of the music people in Nashville as a possible next big sensation in the C & W biz.
I had worked several long, hard days on his sessions, and during that time we had sort of become friends. He was a down-home dude who grew up dirt poor and only recently had a taste of fame and fortune, pretty modest though it was at this point. Still, he was no longer living in a tar paper shack at the end of a dirt road, but in a nice Condo in one of the better sections of Nashville.
Bobby invited me over to his condo one Saturday to watch some college football. I was happy to go over and take in some ball with him, and there was something else that piqued my interest. I had heard through the grapevine that Bobby had an older sister who had been a prostitute for years and had just finished serving a prison term. She was living with Bobby, I had been told, until she got back on her own two feet. And she was supposed to be a real knock-out, though everyone said she was also what in these parts they like to call a tramp.
So I went over to Bobby's place and was surprised when this babe greeted me at the door. She was a knock-out, definitely a fox. But she was black and looked younger than Bobby, so on two counts she couldn't have been Bobby's older sister.
"Hi y'all, I'm Serena," she said, "I'm Bobby's gal."
She was obviously a Deep South babe, with the accent.
"Hey, dude," Bobby said, coming to the door.
I was hoping to lay eyes on his sister, after all the stories I had heard about her, but this Serena was quite an eyeful herself. She was one
fine-looking
, sleek soul sister.
Then, all of a sudden, this slinky blonde with big tits opened a door and walked out stark naked.
"Oh shit, I'm sorry," she said when she saw me there and retreated back to her bedroom, closing the door behind her.
I had settled in and Bobby turned on the TV but it was hard to get that image out of mind of Bobby's sister just having bolted in here without any clothes on. But then there was Serena, sitting next to me on the couch, wearing a short little skirt, revealing long, dark, shapely legs. Plus she was bare-footed and I have a thing for cute, sexy feet.
I thought I was coming over to watch some football with Bobby and the first thing that happens is that a fine black babe greets me with a warm smile, and a few moments later a naked blonde comes bouncing out of a bedroom. I'd have to make sure to start visiting Bobby on a regular basis!
"I guess your sister wasn't expecting me?" I said.
"My sister?" Bobby said, puzzled.
"Yeah, wasn't that your sister?"
Suddenly both Bobby and Serena started laughing.
"That's ain't his sister, honey," Serena said to me. "That's his
mother
."
I was stunned. I heard Bobby's sister was supposed to staying with him. But it was his
mother
! I mean my mother had me young, and so was pretty young herself still. And Bobby was around my age, but the blonde seemed even younger than my mom.
"The po' little thing had Bobby when she was fourteen and you only nineteen, ain't that right, Bobby? So yo' momma, she be thirty three years old. No wonder you figurin' she his sister."
"Yeah, it's my mom," Bobby said, "Where'd you hear she was my sister."
"Oh, I don't know." I said, thinking I'd get into some hot water. Obviously someone had made an understandable mistake and a rumor, mistaken in at last this one important detail, had gotten around.
"What
else
did you hear about her?" Bobby asked as Serena smiled a wicked smile.
"Uh-- not much," I stumbled.
"You heard she was a
ho',
right?" Serena said, "and that she just got out of the can, ain't that right?"
"Uh... yeah," I confessed.
Then the blonde came back out of the bedroom. She wasn't naked anymore, but she wasn't exactly what you'd call dressed. She was wearing a pair of panties and a bra and she had one of those kind of bodies that give me a hardon. She was kind of thin and had narrow hips, but on top she had these big, big tits that you'd expect to go with a bigger woman.
"I hope you don' mind," she said to me. "But it's so hot in here today, I thought I'd just walk aroun' in these. By the way, I'm Hope."
"Hey there, Hope," I waved.
"Yeah, if you wasn't here, Hank," Serena said. "she be walkin' around here naked scratchin' her pussy."
I wondered who Serena was to be talking to Bobby's mom like that.
"I love that mouth on you, Serena," Hope said sarcastically, but with a smile.
"You love it 'cause o' all the fine head it gave you when we wuz in the can together," Serena retorted.
Bobby was just cracking up, listening to all this, loving the raw, nasty repartee.
Serena turned to me.
"See, we wuz in prison together, me and Bobby's mom, that's where we met. I was in there for hustlin' too. We a couple of hos'" Serena told me.
"Welcome to my family," Bobby said.
"Anyways, Hope, she love to be naked. When she be sittin' on the toilet takin' a piss, she always be sure to leave the door wide open."
"I leave it open so’s you can come in and dry me off with your nasty black tongue, bitch,” Hope said, and that finally shut Serena up, for a moment at least.
Then Serene broke out in a big, sassy grin.
“Yeah, I do admit I like lappin’ away at that pissy pussy of yours.”
“We’‘ I gonna piss right now, and this time I’m closin’ the door.”
While she was relieving herself, Bobby and Serena explained a few things to me. Seems that Hope was knocked up real young and Bobby was raised by his grandma, He saw his mom on and off over the years and when he was older he realized she was a hooker.
She was serving a prison term for solicitation when Bobby began to make it in the music biz. So when she was due to get out Bobby told her she could stay with him. I wondered if she was still hustling, or if Serena was, despite describing herself as 'Bobby's woman.'
"His momma's a ho' and his woman's a ho'," Serena went on. "I think Bobby must be attracted to ho's. Shit, you shoulda been a pimp instead o' a country singer."
"Hey if the music don't work out, maybe I will be a pimp. And I'll start up my stable with two fine bitches, you and dear old mom."
Damn, this was turning out to be pretty twisted!
Then Hope returned and all of us watched a quarter of football. The two babes were pretty knowledgeable. It turned out they both served short stints as high school cheerleaders before they got serious about making some money and decided to hit the streets.
"How about I get some more beers," Hope said after the quarter was over.
Bobby noticed how my eyes followed his mom as she went into the kitchen.
"You want to fuck her, Hank?" he asked as Serena smiled wickedly.
"Fuck her?" I said, a little stunned.
"Yeah fuck her, have her suck your cock, do anything you want to her. She's a
whore!"
"Bobby, he love havin' a ho' for a mother," Serena said.
And he obviously loved having a 'ho’' as a girlfriend, too.
"So, what do you say?" Bobby repeated. "Wanna do her?"
"Uh, sure, I'll do her," I said.
"Yeah, she be a fine piece o' ass," Serena added encouragingly.
Then Hope walked in with a tray of cold beers.
"Hey, ma! Hank here wants to fuck you. And you take good care of him, you hear. The dude played some wicked guitar on the session I did last week. I think he's gonna help make that song into a hit. So whatever he wants, you give it to him, okay?'
"Sure, Bobby, anything you say," Hope said to her son, looking down at me.
"Whenever you want, dude," Bobby said. "You can do her right after the game, or even during halftime."
Of course now it was impossible to pay attention to the game, especially after Hope sat right down next to me, her bare thigh brushing up against my legs as we watched the game. I was wearing shorts too.
Plus to add to all this Serena now decided to do something herself.
"Shit, I think I be followin' your example, Hope," she said, pulling off her top and settling back in a bra, one of those little bras where the cup covers as little of a tit as possible. She had a fine pair of tits I could see, smoky brown and smooth.
When the break was over, Hope turned to me.
"Wanna take a little break, stud?" she asked.
"Sure," I told her as she took my hand and stood up.
"Excuse us," she said to Bobby and Serena who had big grins on their faces.
"Have a good time, dude," Bobby said as his mother, the whore, led me to her bedroom.
"Yeah, y'all have a good time," Serena said. "And don' be makin' too much noise, 'cause we be watchin' the game, you hear?"
Serena cackled as Hope led me inside the room, closing the door behind her. Here I was behind closed doors with Bobby's mother, while he and Serena watched football in the other room.
"So what do you like, Hank, you like French?" Hope said, taking off her bra and showing off those massive jugs again.
"I can give you some nice French and then you can fuck me any old way you want," she said, pulling off her panties and then reaching over to unbuckle my belt and unzip my jeans.
And then she reached in and pulled it out.
"Oooooh whee!" she smiled. "Looks like Bobby's got himself one
hung
guitar player."
The next thing I knew she had me up on the bed and was tugging off my jeans and shorts as I took off my shirt.
"Lemme have some of that," she said, bringing her face between my thighs, dragging her tongue over my balls and then, slowly, up the length of my shaft until, finally, she wrapped her lips around it and gave me some of that French she had promised.
Her big, warm tits rested on my thighs as she went down on me.
"Bobby said to make sure to treat you good and give you anything you want," she said, coming up for air. "So you just make sure to tell me what you like."
"I'd like to check out your pussy," I told her, as she compliantly fell back on the bed and spread her legs. There was that her patch of golden pubic hair. I brushed my lips against the soft curls, then dug in to taste what they were concealing.
"I see I got a real muffdiver here," she said, running her fingers through my hair as I feasted on her.
Then she pulled me up to her and I slid my cock right up her cunt.
"You're a big boy, huh?" she said, appreciating my girth as she wrapped her legs around my waist.
I fucked her like this, then she got on top of me and rocked me solid with some well-known whore tricks, working magic with those vaginal muscles of hers. I had a feeling that later Bobby would ask me whether I thought his mom was a good fuck, and I'd be happy to tell him the truth -- Bobby, she is one hot, tight piece of prime ass!
Then I got her on her knees and came in from behind, doggy style.
"Oooooh yeah, I like it like that, it feels so fuckin'
deep
