Heather Brown - Juicy piece

"Complete the vile ad!" I suddenly shouted, out of control of myself. "A Catholic is bound by God to only have an ejaculation inside a woman's vagina for the purpose of procreation!"

"That's if you're not a priest!" he yelled back. "Priests aren't supposed to come anywhere. And if they do, certainly not in a woman's pussy. Case closed… Now get your ass out of here, or I'll have you run in on a moral's charge, heh, heh."

When I heard that last speech and that smug little laugh, it occurred to me how much Father Marmelstein reminded me of Shark. They were both heathens. I'd come to the wrong place for advice. I'd have to take a crash course on studying the Bible tonight and answer the rest of the letters on my own. Good or bad, the answers would be entirely my own.

I got up and left wordlessly as Father Marmelstein picked up the phone and asked for St. Vincent de Paul as though nothing had happened. I made a silent vow never to return to the Catholic church. I'd find my inspiration elsewhere. Perhaps in my own soul.

I took one last look at the stack of typewritten pages before I stuffed them into the large manila envelope and took them over to the printer. I'd been up all night, but I felt euphoric instead of tired as a result of the work I had done. I had finally narrowed it down to four letters to go along with the one I had already answered, and found myself breezing through the answers, totally unaware of the time.

As I pressed down the metal clasps on the manila envelope and started out of my apartment, I recalled the last letter I had answered, realizing that in my intensity to complete the job I'd begun I had memorized the entire letter and my answer to it. Now I thought about ft as I went out in the street and hailed a cab and sped across town towards the printer's.

"Dear Madame Fellatio: I'm a eighteen-year-old guy that reads your magazine in the barbershop, where I don't go to get no haircut but hang around in the little town I live in (which I can't mention cause the folks back home might figure out who was writing to you). I got the idea about writing you after something funny that happened to me last week. Before then I thought I seen something like this coming, but when it actually happened I was still plenty surprised."

"Well, my daddy's been hitting the old bottle pretty regular lately, and most often as not he gets drunk in town or at somebody else's house and just stays there until he sleeps it off Momma's been alone more nights now than she's been with my daddy. Well, not exactly alone lately on account of I been there too. See, I'm grounded by the court for taking a joy-ride in Fester Coolidge's '49 Chevy pickup truck and the judge put me on probation if I'd agreed not to go out of the house after dark."

"So last week Daddy conked out again somewheres, and Momma and I sat there watching the supper get cold while we sat there all the way into 'The Rookies' without having ate no dinner. Now when we been home like this alone Momma's done some pretty peculiar things, such as sitting in the same chair with me, or even sitting in my lap. And I noticed lately that she don't ever wear no underpants when she's around me. The way she sits, when I pass by her on the way and back to the commode or kitchen I can look right up her dress and get a perfect eyeful of her hairy cunt. (Excuse me, but the only words I know for these sex terms is all what they call dirty, but I don't know no better so forgive me for writing this way.)"

"I know you're not supposed to say this about your mother, but whenever I get a look at her pussy, my cock always gets hard right away. I spend the rest of the evening trying to keep away from her so I won't get too turned on and get horny for my own momma and embarrass myself. But then she sits in the chair with me or on my lap, and I can feel her pussy against me, specially when her dress rides up which it usually does."

"But last week when Daddy didn't come home made all the other nights look like Sunday school. Because right after the third killing in 'The Rookies' Momma got up and said, 'I want to show you something, Sonny.' She was gone a few minutes and then, Goddamn, if she didn't come back into the room wearing nothing but a little old see-through nightie that showed everything she got."

"I felt my cock shoot up under my jeans when I seen her naked body. I couldn't believe my own mother had such high, round tits and such a flat belly. She looked so cute and sexy, just like one of them cheerleaders at the basketball games at school. But without the halter or the tights so I could see everything she's got, especially the fuzzy bush of her cunt, the part of my momma that I got to admit excites me the most."

"'How do you like it, Sonny?' she said, twisting around so I could see every part of her body showing naked under that flimsy, little old thing she was wearing. I couldn't answer with words, but the bulge in my pants did it for me. She spotted it immediately and stopped her showing off to come sit down beside me and drop her hand on my lap."

"Wow, my peter grew from an anthill into a mountain when she touched it through my jeans like that. Momma or not, all of a sudden all I knew was that jf I didn't get my cock and balls outside of my pants they'd bust like a pig bladder. She could have been anybody all of a sudden, just so long as that anybody had such a neat body and pointy tits and furry pussy."

"But before I could do anything about it on my own, Momma took my cock and balls out of my jeans all by herself. Her eyes bugged out of her head as she looked at my stiff prick and she said, 'My, we're almost all grown up, aren't we? Where does the time go? Seems like only yesterday you was just a little baby crawling around on the floor with the littlest pecker I ever seen.'"

"Before I could think of anything to say back to her, dag nab it but she completely swallowed my cock, stiff as it was and all. When she had me in her mouth all the way to my nuts, I thought she was going to tear my cock and balls off me the way she was sucking with her mouth like she was a sump pump or something. I was sure my nuts were going to burst… turn inside out the way she was sucking."

"It's a big chair we was sitting in, and before I knowed it Momma had started shifting her body around, keeping my cock in her mouth the whole time and twisting it like a corkscrew between her tight, sucking lips. Pretty soon she'd managed, I guess because she's such a little woman, to swing around with her knees on my legs and her backside staring me smack in the face, while, up front, her neck craned backward to stick her face right on top of my crotch, her mouth and throat bear-hugging my swollen prick. Between the spread cheeks of her ass I seen right away a tight rosebud, and knew of course that it was her asshole. But just under it was the real treat, the black hole of her pussy. But it weren't black at all. The hair was soft brown, sort of like a cocker spaniel's, and down the middle of it ran a split of raw, pink meat, slobbering over with some kind of stickiness that, when I poked my tongue in it and tasted it, was just like melted sugar."

"'Oh, Sonny,' Momma mumbled, having trouble making herself understood what with my cock ten inches down her throat."

"'It's hard to hear you,' I slurped from between the cheeks of her ass, where my nose pressed against her asshole and my tongue lapped against the foaming gash of her cunt."

"'Stick it in,' she slurred. 'Stick your tongue in Momma's cunt, Sonny, let me feel it inside my pussy.'"

"Well, I always like to do what my folks tell me to do like the preacher says you ought to, so I shot my old tongue right up there in my momma's juicy cunt. Mmmmmm, it tasted better than one of Grandma's chocolate cakes up there in my momma's pussy. And right at the same time she was down there at my cock, still trying to tear it off my body with her mouth. I couldn't help myself as suddenly it was too much for me and I came right then and there, right in my momma's mouth."