Ron Taylor: X-rated mother

And she hadn't been taking her pills the last day or so. Just too damned busy, what with her scene coming up and last night's even juicier scene with Ellen. Better play it safe. She disconnected herself quickly, plopping down beside her brother. "Thanks for reminding me," she said, just before she stuffed his cock back into her wet-lipped mouth.

This time she didn't fuck around. She sucked his knob with a vigor she'd almost forgotten she possessed, and her hand flew on his rod. He moaned, he groaned, he twisted and he writhed, but her mouth and hand were in complete charge of his pecker and when she was ready to accept it.

He was almost in tears as she used him, and his voice was reduced to a series of racking, passionate sobs of joy. Stacy ignored all that and concentrated on her duty. She used her hand to empty his nuts of their cummy product, and she drank it down like the liberated lady she was delighted to be. He tasted nice, even if he was her stupid little brother.

Cum dripped from her mouth when she raised her head. The sight seemed to drive him wild with renewed desire, but his cock wouldn't respond to the demands of his heart. Gerry grabbed his wet, limp organ and fondled it passionately, grimacing as it refused to harden on demand. Stacy sat back, licking her lips and smiling with superiority. A girl never had to worry about the failure of an erection, she reminded herself. Chalk one up for our side.

"Hey, don't sweat it," she told Gerry. "You have to refill."

"I know," he groaned, "but I want to do it again."

"Some other time, maybe. Now, you get dressed and haul ass out of here. Like I told you, I don't know when Mom will be back, and I…"

"Oh," he sighed, "how can I be angry with her now? You're right, Stace. When I saw her pictures, when I read that article, I didn't know what was happening to me. I got mad, and I got horny too. And the movie! God, when it finally bit Albany I couldn't decide whether to go or to burn down the theater. I saw it five times. Can you believe that? Five times! Stace – is it a sin to want to – to do it to your mother?"

"No more than doing it to your sister," she laughed. "Even so – let me prepare her for you. Okay? And if you start in on that bullshit you gave her before, I'll cut your nuts off. Right?"

"Don't worry," he protested, involuntarily covering his cock with his hand. "I don't think I have as much confusion in me now."

"And nowhere near as much jism," Stacy added slyly. "So go. Are you on break now? Great! Meet me tomorrow by the lion in front of the pubic library. I'll tell you how it stands. Remember – Mom may not want to see you. But I'll sound her out. That's the best I can promise. Deal?"

"Deal!" It seemed so funny to Stacy, shaking hands to seal the bargain after the intimacy that she and her brother had just shared.

Gerry had been gone for over an hour when Stacy heard her mother come in. Her mother's bouncy brightness seemed even more pronounced than usual, and Stacy wondered why Connie looked so happy. "You must have had a hell of a nice night," she said.

Connie smiled. "We did," she confessed proudly.

"Stacy, sit down. I want to talk to you a moment. There! Roger asked me to marry him. Do you think I should?"

"If you want to," Stacy replied. "Personally, I think marriage is for the birds. If I loved him, I'd move in with him and tell the world to fuck itself. But that isn't your scene."

"You don't think I'm too old? Stacy, he's not quite thirty."

"Even better," said her daughter. "You'd have to find two forty-year-old men to dish out as much cock as he carries around. Marry him, Goddamn it! Don't you get tired of walking down to the Village to spend the night with him? Anyway – you'll need someone to share this big old apartment. I have a little surprise for you. I'm sort of getting married myself."

"Who?"

Stacy simpered prettily. "Ellen. We're going to move in together and let the world go fuck itself. Not shocked, are you?"

"Not if you want that," Connie replied. "You're a big girl and you know what you like best. No, don't touch me there! I'm sore all over. Roger and I planned our next film, and we even cast the second lead. Remember Denise Gayle, the girl I subbed for? The one who got me rated X? She's a very sweet person, and I think she might go places. God, I hope she doesn't upstage me too much."

"Don't sweat it," Stacy chided. "Listen, talk about happy endings. Both of us are getting our hearts' desires, huh? The rewards of virtue. Can I be your maid of honor?"

"Of course. Lord! I hadn't even thought about wedding protocol, Stacy. We'll keep it small and very private. Just family and our closest friends."

"Family? Are you going to invite Gerry?"

Connie frowned, and her eyes glittered as they filled with unshed tears. "Stacy, why did you have to…"

Stacy went to her mother and she cuddled Connie's head on her breast. "Don't cry," she commanded. "I didn't say that to hurt you. This is the day for surprises, it would appear, and I think I have a really big one for you."