Norma O'Toole - Live-in lover

At this point, Lonnie stopped pumping his finger into my cunt. At first, I wiggled my bottom to signal that I desired for him to remain there, but I stopped immediately when I felt one of his fingers discover a new and yet unexplored target – my tiny asshole. His finger was slick with my juices, as he smeared my crack until it was well soaked. For a while he was content to give my anus feather-like touches, but soon, that was not enough. I began to feel his slippery finger try to slice through the tightly constricted hole. It hurt for a moment or two, but once he was past that first tight inch, it was clear sailing until he sunk to the maximum depth.

The feeling was terrific. Whereas in my cunt, you could only plunge to the shallow, restricted limit, my asshole had no such limit. It gave me a feeling of fullness that I found impossible to experience in my cunt. I know I also would have preferred to have something buried deep within my fevered pussy, but since that could not be, I gladly settled for the sensational feeling of my brother filling my virgin asshole.

What he was doing for my body was being done in return by my cock-eating mouth. My head was bobbing up and down, almost allowing his strong prick to escape before reswallowing it until it reached the sucking level of my throat.

I began to feel his heavy balls pull closer to his body, as his hips began to rise and fall. He was actually fucking my mouth. He was also definitely losing control, but, somehow, he kept both of his hands working diligently on my clit and my asshole. I, too, was reaching for my climax, and it looked possible that we were going to come at precisely the same time.

His manly cock was growing larger in my mouth, as I became aware of a faint throbbing coming from someplace well within his groin. I knew it was just about to happen. With one final lunge, he forced his cock hard against the back of my mouth, and his whole body was overcome by one giant tremor before his cum-filled cock began to rhythmically spasm. Like an oil well gushing oil to the surface, this action, alone, was enough to bring on my own much-needed orgasm.

Even in the throes of my own intense asshole-convulsing orgasm, the memory of his jism-spurting cock bathing my mouth for the first time, imprinted itself on my mind forever. It was almost impossible to swallow what seemed like an infinite quantity of his super-heated cream. At one point, it started to ooze from my lips, and I found myself disappointed by my own inability to swallow the entire load. It was rich and salty, and at that moment, I knew I would never get as much as I needed. I did vow, though, that I could definitely try to get as much as I possibly could.

The next few days passed uneventfully. Daddy spent most of his free time at home, lavishing us with the attention he was unable to give us on our birthday. This made it impossible for Lonnie and I to get together. All of our sexual moments had to be enjoyed alone in the privacy of our rooms. Of course, this did not rule out our having a good time. We went out to dinner, and had a fabulous meal. We went disco-roller skating. And most importantly, we grew much closer to our father. For the first time, he began really communicating with us, sharing with us both the high points and low points of his life. Just the conversations we had with him drove home the fact that those low points greatly outweighed the high. The only reason we came up with for Daddy's new-found willingness to confide in us was that we had reached the age of eighteen, and being on the verge of adulthood, we could better understand adult problems and situations.

It was not difficult to wade through his words to know what my father's major problem was. It was my mother, of course. The husband-wife relationship was nonexistent. All communication had evidently ended years ago. Up until the recent interest he had shown in the TV woman, I doubt if he had been with another woman.

All the bright plans he had made for the family's future laid destroyed and broken, just as Mother's body had been destroyed by her own mind. There did not appear to be any visible solutions. If, after all these years, my father had not come up with any answers, it was reasonable to expect that Lonnie and I wouldn't come up with any either. This did not stop us from discussing the bleak situation, and praying that we would be visited by a miracle. It was ironic, that now that our bodies had been released from the sexless burden of ignorance, our minds would become filled with the frustrations of adulthood.

The only star that shined on my daddy's life was the beautiful Mai Widner. Every time he talked about her, his eyes brightened and his voice took on an excited tone. Both Lonnie and I could see that he had fallen in love with the woman or, at least, was very close. Fortunately, Mai seemed to feel the same way about my father. When they were not physically together, they stayed in contact through endless conversations on the telephone.

It was a shame that the star would have to eventually burn out. The living fact that my mother existed could only destroy the union in the end. The relationship, between Daddy and Mai, would always be limited. They could not be married, nor could they comfortably live together. There could be no trips to exotic worlds, nor could there by any open display of their love for each other. It would be impossible to gauge what my mother's reaction would be if she found out about Mai. Both Lonnie and I suspected that the ramifications would be severe, and the future restrictions, total. At least Daddy would have a few joyful moments. We felt it was too bad that he could never be totally happy.

At dinner one night, Daddy explained that he would have to take a trip to the coast that coming weekend, to scout talent for the network. He apologized for, again, leaving us, and putting the task of taking care of Mother on our shoulders. In the past, when he was forced to leave for extended periods, Lonnie and I were expected to handle the chores. They were not difficult, nor time consuming. All we had to do, in fact, was deliver my mother's meals and retrieve the empty plates. She had a bathroom all her own, and she was still able to take care of her personal hygiene. We had telephone numbers of people and agencies to call in case of an emergency. If things proceeded as they had in the past, there would be no major problems that we could not handle.

Daddy, also, informed us that he'd asked Mai to come and stay with us while he was gone. Ordinarily, he said, he would have liked to take Mai along with him, but she had a pressing appointment that coming Saturday that was impossible for her to break. The only reason, he said, he had asked her to stay, was because her apartment was being painted, and it would have been silly for her to shell out money for a hotel when we had plenty of room, right here. He went on to say that he had told her how we would be more than glad to have her. The favorable impression that she had made on my brother was known only to the two of us.

Personally, I was very happy that she would be staying with us. It would definitely be nice to have another woman in the house whom I could talk to. I was beginning to realize how much in life I was missing by not having another woman to confide in. It was apparent that Mai was a unique woman who had different ideas about how she conducted her life. I could tell that this promised to be an interesting weekend.

Lonnie was beside himself with ecstasy when he heard the news. The possibility of a repeat encounter was definitely having a profound effect on him. From the time he was told, to the moment of her arrival, it was impossible to successfully communicate with him. He walked around as if he were in a fog. But the weirdest consequence of the whole thing was the manner in which he kept his hands busy. They were constantly playing with his cock. If he was wearing pants, his actions were masked by the use of his pockets. If he was wearing his pajamas, there was no masking of his actions, at all. Thankfully, Daddy was unaware of what he was doing. On the other hand, I knew exactly what was happening.