Best friends since forever Pt 8

Forty minutes later, 'Aunt Bee' is starting to look less like 'Aunt Bee' and more like the old fucked down slut she actually is. Hair is wet, matted around the plump cheeks of her soft, jowled face, I can taste the salt of her sweating skin as I'm mouthing the meat of her sagging breasts, her nipples, red and puffy from her exertions and my teeth chewing them, didn't need to see further down the soft plumpness of the belly I'm lying on or the big thighs hiding the bush covered groin hidden between them. Everything below my head has the odor of pussy and leftover ass.

Looking up at this grandmotherly appearing woman looking down at me, cigarette hanging from the corner of her mouth, smoke drifting up, mixing with the slow wisps easing from her nose, moving up past her eyes to her ceiling.

My own grandmother never made my dick hard, that's a significant difference. Mildred's left hand stroked my head, soft moans encouraging me to chew and suck harder, her right hand rubbing my nipples, already painfully sensitive, my dick hard again, precum dripping on her bedspread.

Pushing me down as she scoots down, my mouth sit on top of her vulva, hidden by the covering of gray hair, reeking of our early effort. Opening those pudgy thighs, her smell hits my nose, not repelled as maybe I should have been, turned my face down, dug my tongue through the mess of damp hair, found the top of her wet slit, my mouth closed on what would be her hooded clit. Not knowing any better I treated the still covered bud like her nipples. I sucked and chewed the area, her hips lifted at me, a loud 'Mother Fucker!' left her. She didn't push me away in pain, like most, her hand shoved me harder into her pussy, thighs opening more, she's shoving around, pushing us to a sixty-nine position.

My last view of her face for a while was of my leg swinging over her face, the cigarette in he left fingers, her right hand holding my dick, moving me to her mouth.

(Looking at my wife, wondering what she was thinking, how she would think of me, after hearing all this, I had started and now couldn't stop.)

My face is staring at the upside down view of a old woman's cunt, wet hair barely covering the fat, engorged vulva, framed by fat labia lying open, because of age, too much cock over the years or maybe wanting my face in her.

I dove into her opening gash, licking, sucking, biting and chewing my way into something I had only dreamed about. Mildred was mewling, groaning, my dick was humping her mouth, her hand the only reason I hadn't buried it in her throat.

An odd quirk, which got my dick in her throat, I had hunched up some, short stroking my dick in her mouth. Don't know why I did it, for some reason I looked at her bellybutton, a deep innie, moving up and down with the strokes of my dick in her mouth, surrounded the hole with my mouth, stuck my tongue in it, tongue fucking her bellybutton. There must be a nerve in this old woman running straight to her clit, her mouth opened wide, my dick slipped balls deep in her mouth, hips rose up in a clench and dropped. My short stroking her mouth continued, I licked my way back to the loose opening between her legs and resumed eating.

The smell from me fucking her ass earlier was clinging to her crotch and thighs, would repel most people, for whatever reason, was driving me insane for this fucking, pudgy, plump, soft grandma, that was burned into my brain was me eating the cunt of the nastiest version of an 'Aunt Bee' anyone could imagine.

The rest of that day was a routine of fucking, her old fat cunt, her head hanging over the bed, my young dick balls deep in her throat seeing how long she can hold her breath, grandma checking my prostate with as many fingers as she can get in my ass.

I got almost a lifetime of education that day, I guess she was worried about how long she'd live and wanted everything from me she could get, I do not know. When I left, late that afternoon I was a wrung out mess of a young man, unsteady, sore muscles and a much more sore and raw dick, My mother was pissed, "That woman had no right to work you that hard, nothing in her garden was worth allowing you to work this hard! You wait till our next club meeting!"

Mom had no idea.

Yes.... I went back to her several times that summer, before leaving for boot camp! Mrs Mildred 'Aunt Bee' Koffer was the most perverse, inventive, limber grandmother, for her size, I have ever had the good fortune to have known.

Jill is looking at me, smiling a bit, then remarking, "Some of you makes sense now. Clear now, why anytime you were around my mother, grandmother, even some of the old women in the neighborhood, you would seem to be some kind of beast in bed. You reliving screwing your grannie friends were you?"

My wife had been smiling, the smile was turning into a grin, the some laughter, within a minute Jill was laughing so hard she was holding her stomach, almost falling one the floor!

"What's so damn funny!" was what I wanted to know.

Gathering herself a bit, she looks my way, tears running down her face.

"I'm so sorry...... not laughing at you....., it's just that imagine of you screwing the aunt from a really popular family show....., it's just a hysterical image!!! I'll ever be able to watch that show the same way ever again, damn Dave that's my parents favorite old tv show. Sorry that's just funny!"

"But go on, you need to finish your autobiography of this perverted childhood sex education you got from all these older women."

"Ok.... Alright, you've had your laugh. But it is kinda ridiculous, looking at it that way. What else is on your mind? I could spend hours talking about that horny old woman and it would probably still be funny."

"Talk to me about your mother, incest is just so wrong.... and illegal, I guess in any state. So yeah, I want to hear about that."

I couldn't pick out any timeline on what happened and when so I just told Jill about a couple of things, how they made me feel, why I thought the woman smoking thing does to me what it does.

That three months I'd spend a day every now and then with Mildred, even managed a visit or two with Elaine. The more I saw them, the more, I guess, practiced I got giving them what they wanted.

But my mother was different, she didn't want anything from me, at least she would not allow me to do anything to her.

One weekday, early afternoon, I was home in my room, stereo was playing but not loud, door closed, think I was initially in bed asleep, napping my day away. Something drug me back almost conscious, by the time I rolled over whoever was there, they were gone. Sat up, thought about rubbing one out, I'm eighteen, doesn't take much to put me in the mood, especially with what was going on with these bridge club women.

That's when I hear them, Dad must have come home for a quicky I guess. Why I can hear what I've not heard before, I mean, little noises, like clothes rustling, them undressing, wet kissing noises, small moanings, heavy breathing. Not the normal louder grunts or vocalizations of two people hard into sex. I noticed my door was cracked open....., I know I'd shut it, the door opening, that what had woken me.

My spying made me grateful for carpet, eased to my parents bedroom door. The fact it was also partially open surprised me. Didn't look in to start with, only listening to the sounds of my dad screwing my mother. My dick was hard, my hand was running up and down as quietly as I can manage,

The old man is getting into it, his body is slapping between her legs harder, that's when I looked. Only peeking at first but the door was open wider than mine had been, within a few short moments I was standing at the opening, watching my dad, lying on mom, his hips flexing, drawing back and slamming into his woman. Mom would grunt on each slam, with a slight moaning sigh as he pulled back.

Dad varied his movements from hard slamming into mom, he'd slow some, rolling or hunching his cock into her pussy. I can see their connection when he pulls back, her opening was wet, sloppy, white foam collecting around dad's cock. Squishing, farting sounds from the air being pushed inside mom's laid open sex.

At first her eyes were tightly shut, dad for obvious reasons can't see me, but something changed, mom's eyes opened, her legs have locked around the ol' man's waist, her head is on his left shoulder, her mouth sucking his earlobe, cleaning his ear with her tongue.

Looking straight at me, no reaction, or surprise, just watching me watch them fuck. If I'd had good sense I would walk away, but by now I'm way past good sense, just standing, watching them hunch at each other.

Mom is giving as good as she's getting, sucking his earlobe but staring straight at me. I can see they are reaching their end, he's short stroking at her body, mom has clamped her mouth on the meat of dad's shoulder. She's grunting now, a low squealing noise coming from between her teeth chewing on dad's shoulder. When his rear pulled up and back, his back arched, a growling, low noise leaves him as her slams into mom's body, I can see him short hunching in her. It's time to go, pulling their door to the door frame, hurried to my room, shutting but not closing my door and waited.

A few moments later I hear him walk out, his truck starting, the crunch of gravel as he returns to work. I was going to wait, couldn't do it, walking back to her room, pushed open her door, stood there looking at my mother.

Her legs lying splayed open just as dad left her, knees bent pointing away from each other, a wet sloppy mess of hair surrounding the open hole at the junction of those legs, cum slowly dripping from her open gash. Mom is lying there, head elevated on pillows, hair is wet, matted around her face, breasts are loose, each one falling to a different side of her body, sweat beaded on her chest, her left had was slowly, idly, softly rubbing or stroking over her clit in and out of the mess that was her pussy. What burned her image into my brain, that small, round ashtray sitting between her breasts, held in place, wedged between the meat of her breasts, her right arm crossing under the swell of tits, a cigarette sitting between her lips just off center from that small curved indentation under her nose, smoke lazily drifting past her face.

To much, my balls are burning, I nutted on their floor, my first spurt blasting halfway to their bed, the rest painted a path to her. She didn't react, only looking at me, breathing slowly in and out, the warm red glow on the tip, brightening and dimming with each breath, smoke filled air leaving her mouth or trailing from her nose, all of it drifting up, a damn cloud seeming to hover like some kind of gathering storm cloud.

My spasms slowed, ending with my dick dripping at my feet, mom picked up the ashtray, sat it on her nightstand, pulled her legs together, swung over the side of their bed, removed the cigarette, tapping ash in the ashtray, placed he half burned cylinder back in her lips, walked to my almost collapsing body, avoiding the mess I'd made, took my hand in hers. Turning me, eased past me, leading me to my room. Mom sat me on the side of my bed, then said her first words.

"Sit still, I'll be right back.". walking to my restroom, I hear running water, mom returns with a warm wet washcloth. "Stand up son, you need cleaning."

I will never completely understand, mom lifts my sack, supporting my not quite soft dick in one hand, cleaning under my balls, from my ass, all round the sack, around my shaft up my length, the crown, back down then up. I was never soft but it's hard now, mom is on her knees, not twelve inches from my dick, I have no clue what she might do next, I know what my lizard brain was hoping for, did not happen. The rough texture of her cloth was causing a stimulation in my groin I couldn't stop.

Clear liquid was oozing from my slit, her cigarette was dangling from her lips, smoldering, mom can sense my need I suppose, she stood up, turning me, pulling my back to the softness of her, the washcloth in her left hand, her right gripping my dick. No not right, she was gripping the skin surrounding the hard bone of flesh inside. There was no slide of hand up and down, she was pushing and pulling the skin within her grip up and down my hardened bone. Stretching my skin away from my root then down over the crown of my dick. Her chin resting on my right shoulder, her cigarette moving with her movements, her breath, mixed with air, blowing past my face, I can not hold off, my groans telling her all she needs to know, holding her cloth at the end of my shaft, I'm watching her hand move on me, my nut isn't large just intense. Mom catches all of my cum in her cloth, my dick never really goes soft, at least not until she lets go, pulling my covers down, pushing me to the mattress, covering me she tells me, "Sleep now, you need some rest, I'll clean things up."

With that mom kisses me on my forehead, walks out, shutting my door as she leaves.

I can hear faint sucking noises as she walks away, like sucking water from a wet wash cloth, I desperately want to look but don't.

Jill looks at me, "Holy shit, Dave, how often did she do that to you? And you swear you never had actual sex with her? Why...., she ever say anything to you?"

"Jill......, don't know, always wanted to know but she would take care of whatever she thought she needed to do, wasn't an everyday thing, I was spending time with two or three of her older club friends in the limited time I had left, so my mind wasn't completely preoccupied with mom. But she was always in the background, but not pushing.

There were a small number of her visits, usually after she and dad had sex during the day if I was home, soon as he'd leave mom would come to my room or wherever I might be in our house, masturbating me in some manner she'd choose, leave and everything would be like it never happened, I always wanted to talk to her about all of it but that gravel truck ended any chance of that conversation during the last year of my enlistment.

So here we sit, I could spend some hours retelling each episode of those three months before I left, wouldn't change anything, you'll still be married to the same somewhat perverted man I've always been, so where do we go from here?

Saturday is getting here, I have no idea what Todd is planning, Jan wants to control us, watch him fuck me in front of you and her, it's part of that dominant fantasy of hers, that ain't happening. You already know what the woman wants from you, so what are you thinking?

End of Part 8

Saturday is approaching.