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The Wicked Dr. X
#5 In The Davie and Trina Series
BINNY'S FINAL TEA
BY: THE WICKED DR.X
What can I say? It turns out that I'm a no-shit motherfucker. Worse, I liked it. A lot. Come to find out my mom, Binny, is a damn good piece of ass. Who knew? The whole thing was a real surprise to me from start to finish. Crap, now I have to tell you about it.
Let me re-introduce myself to those of you who haven't read of my previous love life. My name is David, Davie to my aunt Trina, my mom's much younger stepsister who I moved in with after she fucked me to within an inch of my otherwise miserable life when I came back from my stints in the Army and college. Whew! Try saying that in one breath. Anyway, Trina gets Haley, my sweet little All American Cheerleader Girl former high school sweetheart to move in with us, the one that dumped me for someone else after getting into college. As it turns out, the someone else was Trina. Later we meet up with the couple down the street that everyone thought was a married couple but were really brother and sister. Tom and Hanna invite us for a two-day fuck-a-thon, and we end up trading partners. I move in with Hanna while Tom moves in with Trina and Haley. We all get together frequently for nights, and days, of fun and games since Trina still loves me, and I her. We've been best of friends since we were both little. There you are, up to date. Sort of.
My mom, Binny has had a habit lately of dropping over to see us all, one house at a time. Worse, she doesn't bother to even knock she just walks in. For tea, she says. She started this habit right after dad died suddenly of a massive heart attack. Loneliness drove her I suppose, since they too had been best friends and lovers since high school. I find out now that the reason they got married so young was me.
Every now and again Trina would call me and complain about mom's habit of dropping in unannounced. Sometimes she would try to pre-empt the social call by having me invite Binny over for dinner or some such pretense in order that the three of them could have a rollicking good night of sex without the disturbance.
"It's not like I don't love my sister, Davie," she would say when she was convinced Binny was going to pop in, "It's just that I'd rather she not drop in and catch me with a vibrator up my twat while I'm sucking Tom's cock while he eats Haley out in the kitchen. Sooner or later that's what is going to happen and I'd just as soon it didn't. Is that too much to ask? I just wish she'd call first, that's all."
Since I couldn't disagree with that, I'd give up a promising evening with Hanna and have mom in for a social/family obligation dinner. Then, of course, I'd have to placate Hanna later since she wasn't too keen on giving up a rollicking night of sex herself. So you see what I'm up against.
I tried to find some nice guy for mom to get next to, but that's not all that easy, even when your mom is only in her early forties. I find out that single guys in their middle age are single for a reason, usually. They're losers. Or assholes. Or both. The ones that don't fall into that category are so unattractive that a bulldog wouldn't want them. That's kind of mean I guess, but Binny is a very attractive woman, if I do say so myself. Good genes I suppose. Brown, almost auburn hair, gray eyes, a great pair of legs, high and well-formed breasts with very little sag to them, and no fat on her anywhere. She has the kind of face that could be called classic. Angular, but not sharp, she could have been a model if she had wanted to. Too bad she decided to make a baby instead.
Anyway, finding a guy for her was tougher than I suspected it would be. I have standards too you see. I'm not going to let just anyone bang my mom, and I suspect that my standards may be getting in the way of her getting laid and happy.
So, one night, well, morning if you want to get anal about it, I come home after spending a few hours with some old Army pals. I wasn't actually drunk, since I don't do too much drinking, but I was definitely buzzed. The house is lit as though there is a party going on, and I remember thinking that maybe Hanna is having a friend over just to piss me off for partying with my pals. I go into the house and find clothing on the floor, women's clothing. It should have sent the bells ringing in my head since the clothes weren't the sexy stuff that Trina or Haley wears when they're on the prowl for female companionship.
Thinking that a pair of women to fuck was about what I needed at the time, I turned down the lights in the living room and headed for the bedroom where I could hear moaning and other happy sex sounds. Opening the door quietly, I stole in and began shedding my own clothes. In the low light I could make out Hanna lying on the bed with another woman on top of her, their faces buried in each other's muff. Being a visual kind of a guy, my cock immediately got hard as a rock.
Easing myself onto the bed behind the other woman, I slid myself into the very succulent pussy that was presented to me. The response was a loud whisper of approval and a groan. Not receiving a scream of horror, I figured, was a good thing, so I continued to do what seemed a natural thing and fucked the hell out of that sweet cunt. With her head bowed between Hanna's legs it was impossible to tell exactly who it was I was fucking. Frankly I didn't care very much, although there seemed to be a flicker of familiarity about that body that I couldn't quite put my finger on.
Whoever it was had a very talented pussy indeed. I could feel her muscles rippling inside, pulling at my cock, milking it. The contractions were stronger than even Hanna was capable of and I always thought she was the best. It was an amazing feeling and I grabbed the woman's hips, thrust deep inside of her and hung on, letting her do the majority of the work. I reached around her thigh and began flicking at her clit with a finger and found her cunt dripping with desire, the drops of female cum and lubricant falling into Hanna's open mouth. The woman began to shudder, her hips grinding into mine as I forced myself deeper into her by pulling her magnificent ass cheeks apart. I could feel her begin to climax and I felt pretty proud of myself until I remembered that Hanna had already been working on that pussy for who knows how long before I got there, so she was probably close to climax before I butted in, so to speak. It didn't matter at that point because I could feel my balls fill and my cock swell and that sweet, weak feeling in my legs and I knew I was going to fill her sensuous womb with my cum.
Suddenly, the woman's head arched back sending a cascade of dark hair over her back, her hands grasping at her ass cheeks while her knees splayed further apart for support. I don't know why, but the movements of her body at that very moment seemed so erotic that my cock fairly exploded, sending a series of huge spurts of cum deep into that sexy woman's vagina.
In the following two seconds, three things happened:
1) I remember thinking that I really wanted to make this woman a part of my regular fuck group, she was that good.
2) I saw a unique looking bracelet on her wrist that looked very much like the one I had given my mother as a gift, which she very rarely took off.
3) I listened to my mother scream out my name as she climaxed, begging me to never stop.
The realization that I had been fucking my own mother, and by the way really liking it, was traumatic enough until I realized that she knew whose cock it was in her cunt, and didn't bother to reject it. In fact encouraged it. You'll notice that nowhere does it say that I tried to pull out of her once I discovered whom it was I was ejaculating into. There are two good reasons for that. First, she had clamped down on my spurting cock so damn hard I thought she was going to squeeze it off of me, and second, she felt so fucking good I couldn't stop if I had wanted to.
