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The story thus far...
I was upstairs in a whorehouse with a young whore named Runt. She got her name because she was the smallest in a set of quadruplets. I had just received a fantastic blowjob from Runt and was just about to fuck her, but before we started Runt had agreed to let me talk to her mom on the phone while we continued.
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"You taste great," Runt said, licking the last few drops of cum off of the tip of my half-hard cock.
"Thanks. I'm glad you enjoyed your drink, but now I'm thirsty. How about getting me a scotch?"
Runt laughed and got up, still completely naked and mixed me a drink. She brought it back to the bed and handed it to me. I could tell the call was still on her mind, but she didn't bring it up.
"Do you have a picture of your mom? I'd like to see what she looks like."
"You bastard! You're not going to let me off the hook are you?" Runt said smiling. She walked into the bathroom and opened a drawer. She reached into the vanity and returned holding a picture. She handed it to me. I set down the drink and looked at the picture. The resemblance was obvious.
"Your mother is very beautiful," I told Runt.
"Thanks."
"How is her body?"
Runt smiled. "It's great. She still gets lots of stares."
"You haven't mentioned your father," I said.
"He died when I was a baby. I have almost no memories of him. My mom always took good care of us."
"Does she date?"
"Why do you ask," Runt said, "are you interested?"
"Who knows? I might be. Would you fix your Mom up with a guy you met here?"
"I might. You seem nice. You seem honest. Who knows, maybe you would be good for her. I'd like to see her have someone. God knows she deserves it. She dates some, but she just can't seem to get a relationship to go up a level and I don't know why. Every time she starts getting close to a guy, they just seem to stop coming around," Runt said.
I almost decided not to make the call, but maybe Runt was right. Maybe Dawn was right. Maybe I am a bastard. I handed her the phone and she dialed. "Mom?" she said, "No, I'm fine. Were you asleep? I have a friend that wants to talk to you. He's a nice guy and I thought you would like to get to know each other."
Biting her lip, she handed me the phone. I was lying on my back. I took the phone and pressed the mute button, then told Runt to play with my cock until it was hard again. She smiled and started. I released the mute button. "Hello," I said.
"Hello, who is this?" asked Runt's mom.
"My name's Dan," I replied. "Runt didn't tell me your name."
"It's Paula."
"Pretty name. You sure must be proud of Runt. She's a great kid."
"I am. So what is this? Is she trying to fix me up here? Is she trying to get her mom a date?"
I laughed. "She showed me your picture and I just had to convince her to let me call you. I hope it's ok."
We spent time getting to know each other. It could have been the same conversation we would have had on any first date. There were only two differences, Paula and I were on the phone, and Paula's daughter was sucking my cock while we spoke.
I was maintaining my concentration with Paula, but it was getting more difficult, or should I say harder. Runt was back to sucking my cock. She had it hard again, then she stopped. She poised herself directly over the shaft. I was wondering what was coming, when suddenly she dropped and swallowed up the whole thing. I had never been deep throated before and let out a yelp.
"Are you ok?" Paula asked.
Slowly Runt lifted her head off my cock and smiled at me. I had to give every ounce of concentration I had not to blast my load again. I couldn't speak. It's hard to imagine what was going through Paula's mind.
"ARE YOU OK?" she repeated.
I finally regained control. "Yes," I managed to get out while I watched as Runt licked the entire length of the shaft and sucked the swollen tip.
"What's going on over there? Can I speak to Runt?"
