My mom split early on. Can't blame her, dad was a drunk and her life as miserable. She called one day and sort said, "Hey, want to come live with me" and away I went. From south to north via Greyhound!
I had extensive sexual knowledge from a mixture of books, watching real life fuck-fests (dad and various women) and one personal contact with the fairer, and much older, sex. But, that's another story entirely.
Soon after my arrival in New York, mom caught me twice with girls in her bed. Again, this is an entirely different story.
Multiple encounters with one of these girls ended in pregnancy and marriage, which lasted about nine months............ for both, causing both of us to leave school. The baby was born healthy but the marriage was disastrous and ended badly about six months after the baby was born.
Losing our apartment after the divorce, I did not return home but moved in with my half-brother, who had married a girl from Scotland. Living with Wayne, his wife Alice, and family was like heaven, as there was an endless line of Scottish girls straight from the old country looking for that elusive husband and US citizenship. I was in pussy heaven, but my mother was sick with worry that I might impregnate some Scottish lass and end up (in trouble) married again. I wish I could tell you I fucked every one of them. I got lucky with one of them, but she found out that Trojan was my new friend and lost interest quickly. They all thought I was cute and gave me a lot of attention.
Whenever I would visit my mother or we would go out to dinner, we argued continuously about me coming home and going back to school.
At the end of this line of lovely ladies from the old country was my sister-in-law's sister, and my mother was certain I was bedding this lass five years my senior. In reality, it was Wayne who was bedding her much to the damnation of his wife. One night at dinner:
"What would you do if I was fucking Press?" She bravely asked.
"Go for it." He answered unconcerned.
A few days later, after Wayne and her sister had retired to bed, I sat with Alice on the couch. Cussing them verbally, led to crying on my shoulder, to us kissing and to me fucking her there on the couch. You can't write this stuff. Much to my amazement!
"I fucked Press last night." She informed Wayne and her sister at breakfast the next morning.
Wayne, again to my amazement, really didn't care. "Hey, go for it. He said. Things deteriorated, so to speak, to the point where the four of us would be fucking in the same bed and the girls trying to out do each other. My mother would keep it from me for years, but I would eventually find out that Wayne left his wife or her sister, leaving her with five kids. Apparently my secret, me fucking Wayne's wife, remained a secret.
Then came the evening that mom invited me to dinner. Halfway through dinner the conversation landed on one of the dreaded subject: that of me coming home and going back to school. As usual, an argument ensued transitioning to the living room with coffee, coke and dessert. She gave her very sensible reasons and I my lame excuses. It seemed to go on forever and ever with neither one of us giving ground.
"Look, I'm tired of arguing." I finally said. "Thank you for dinner. I've got to work tomorrow so I need my sleep." I thought but did not add, as I stood. "I need my pussy too."
I saw her eyes begin to turn red as she held back the tears. Mom never cried no matter what.
I guess I should add at this point that mom had lost her boyfriend a month earlier. He fell off a high walkway, living for two days. She didn't cry any then either. Mom, for all intents and purposes, was a man hater. I knew my father and I heard stories of her early childhood. She had reason. She needed one around, I suppose, to help pay the bills, but I knew she only "put out" only as a last resort so to speak. She argued a lot with her boyfriend too!
"Wait! Just wait a minute. I have something to say. Just give me a minute. Damn it!" She stammered.
I turned to face her sitting in the lounge chair, her arms folded and her mouth tight, looking down.
"I really have to go." I said.
"Look, I'll make you a deal. You come home and go back to school and I'll see that you do not go without sex." She blurted.
I stood there frozen and silent not really knowing exactly what she was suggesting. I knew she had a number of close girlfriends. Was she going to pimp for me? What? She would tell me later, she took my long silence as rejection.
And said. "My ass is just as good as any you've ever had your cock in. I'm going to bed. You can join me on make sure the door is locked when you leave."
I felt a mixture of unbelief, shock and, I'm embarrassed to say, a bit of humor. She wasn't suggesting? But, I remained like a statue as she got up and entered her bedroom. Only my head turned. A bedroom separated from the living room only by a waist high bookcase that divided the double doorway. Her headboard butted up against this bookcase. Wide open as it was, I stood watching her undress. She undressed totally, letting her clothes drop at her feet. Later, I would learn later that she intentionally bent over to retrieve them on a moment's decision, giving me a cock teasing look at her lavishly bushed treasure.
