WOOF!

Chapter 14 Obligations


Over the next several days, my mom and I continued to help Riley’s family through their difficult period of adjustment. There were meals to see to, arrangements to be made and help transporting folks around. Joe Bob’s memorial service was attended by many of his peers from the plant, where he had worked a number of years, along with a few family members who’d drove in from Georgia. We could tell the family was really relieved to get the service over with.

During this whole ordeal, Riley’s mom looked ever bit the part of the grieving widow. And I’m pretty sure it was a hell of a ride for her. She’d lost a partner, a husband, lover, bread-winner - - - well, you know, the list goes on and on. But barely visible on her pretty face, yet plainly noticeable at times to my mother and me, were moments she appeared to be inwardly smiling, musing, if you will, reflecting maybe on what life without Joe Bob was going to be like. I know I’m a bit of a hard-ass, but I couldn’t help but feel damn good for her. Spending a bit of time alone with Riley assured me the family would be very well off financially. In fact, according to my old friend, everything was on the up and up.

Mom and I went back home a few hours after the memorial service was over, and I related everything Riley had told me.

“I’m really glad to hear that,” Mom said. “It would be very difficult for them if Joe Bob wouldn’t have put by a little money. I wouldn’t be surprised to see them move out of their house, though.”
“Why’s that?” I asked, wondering where she’d come up with that idea.

“I think Riley’s mom is wanting to get away from all the demons there. Lots of bad memories and such. And I can’t say I blame her, she’s had a bad run of luck being hooked up with the likes of Joe Bob all these years. They need a fresh start.”

I had no reply to that, as Riley hadn’t mentioned anything about it, but it seemed something someone might do. Maybe it would be best for them to get the hell out and leave as many reminders of bad memories behind them that they could.

After getting home, I followed her upstairs only to find Natalie and Tammy wrapped up in each other’s arms on her bed. Natalie waved her hand around, meaning for us to get out and close the door, which we did. I did notice old Max laying on the floor at the foot of her bed nursing a bruised looked pecker. I smiled at that.

After following my mother into her room, she turned and motioned me to help her with her dresses zipper. The black dress was something I hadn’t seen her wear since my dad’s funeral. It hugged her youthful figure tightly and was something one wouldn’t really expect to see a woman wear to a funeral. But, it was conservative, as a black dress tends to be. Black, conservative, formal, funeral, memorial service, mourning were all interrelated, I reckoned.

She eased the dress off her shoulders, as the zipper bottomed out. The straps of her bra marked tight lines across her shoulders, supporting her heavy breast flesh. I raised my hands to her shoulders and pulled her slowly back into me, smelling the hair and flesh at the back of her neck. She leaned her head slightly forward, allowing me better access, tempting me to have my way with her flawless flesh. My lips and tongue lightly licked and sucked at her offering. My teeth nibbled tenderly at her neck, raking them from time to time across the sensitive skin.

I lowered my hands to her hips, as the dress fell to her feet. My palms felt her warmth, the smoothness of her skin, as they slowly meandered, exploring her maiden form. As I raised them to her firm stomach, her breath quickly caught. I pulled her tightly into me, to feel her heat against my crotch. She released her breath in a long sigh, reaching back for my head with her right hand and turning to embrace me. Our mouths met, our hands grasped and pulled at each other tightly. My mother then moved her head to my shoulder, kissing me there and gasping for air.

The next thing I knew she was pushing a hand into my crotch, rubbing firmly, massaging my hardening penis through the fabric of my pants. My hips automatically pushed and humped at her hand.

“You wanna fuck, big boy?” she playfully, sensually invited. “You wanna fuck your mother?”

There was absolutely nothing for me to say in reply. Actions do speak louder than words, I always figured. And this was certainly one of those times.

I raised my hands to her breasts, still bound tightly to her body by her black bra. I lifted them, lowering my head to the exposed cleavage, inhaling her unique scent before kissing and licking at the warm flesh. She hummed in pleasure and raised both hands to my head to pull it harder into the crease. Reaching behind her, I quickly found the bra’s clasp and released it, stopping only long enough to pull it free.

As I threw the bra across the bedroom, my mother squeezed and lifted her tits, smiling lustfully at me. Her large, puffy areolas were tipped with the most beautiful dark pink buttons, standing fully erect, begging to feel my tongue and my lips upon them. As I again lowered my mouth to them, I dropped my hands to the cheeks of her ass, grasping them and massaging their firmness through her shear black panties.

“Wait,” she breathlessly said. “Wait. Let’s get you out of your clothes.”

I stumbled backward, awkwardly and anxiously trying to break my own personal best record for disrobing. As my pants and brief’s fell to my feet, my heavy cock swung free. I couldn’t help but notice my mother’s hungry eyes following its gyrations. As she slithered out of her panties, her eyes never left it. I lifted the heavy piece of meat in my right hand. She sat down on the edge of her bed, reaching a hand out, as if begging me to bring it to her. I was tempted to tell her if she wanted some of it she’d have to ask for it, but I didn’t wish to be cruel to the woman I’d just suckled. However, I didn’t walk closer to place it within her grasp. I lifted it high, my fingers tightly wrapped around it, and I began slowly jacking off. She watched in stilled silence, mesmerized by my teasing. She dropped her extended hand before lifting fingers to her mouth, where she went about licking and sucking at them.

As I moved closer to her, she slipped off of the bed and knelt on the floor. Her tongue moistened her lips. By the time the head of my cock reached her mouth, she was drooling in wanton anticipation. She replaced my hand with hers and pulled me closer. Before closing her lips over the head, she took several long laps at my shaft, stopping only long enough to rub it against her cheek, lovingly, tenderly. I dropped a hand to the back of her head, letting her know I was expecting to feel as much warmth as her mouth and throat could give me.

She quickly raised a hand to my lower stomach, holding me back. “No, please,” she begged. “Not this way.” She then came to her feet and got on the bed, where she rolled onto her back, squirming back my way until her head was almost off the mattress. “Do me this way.”

I initially looked down at her widely opened mouth, then down the length of her naked figure. Her firm tits were pointed up at me, as she spread and lifted her legs, dropping fingers to her slit to begin stimulation of her clit. I walked forward again, pushing downward on my cock until I lowered the head to her welcoming oral orifice. As I fell forward, supporting my weight with my hands planted on the bed at her sides, I could feel my balls fall across her eyes and the bridge of her nose, as my meat pushed into her throat. I then slowly went about rhythmically fucking her ravenous mouth in long even strokes. Occasionally, I’d push too much of it into her, and her gag reflex would began a series of stifled heaves. This felt so good I made it a point to deep throat her every five or six thrusts.

Within a few minutes, I felt ready to explode. I pulled my cock out of her mouth and got back over my feet. I then began jacking off frantically, lowering my dick in time to shoot large streams of hot, sticky, slimy cum all over my mom’s face and chest. She lifted her head to hungrily get at my penis again, which she quickly got back in her mouth. Sucking and slurping at the head, my mother soon had me completely drained.

I then reached down, as exhausted as I was, and picked up on her shoulders, pushing and rotating her around on the bed. She knew what I wanted and hurriedly adjusted herself to take up the new position. I knelt down next to the bed, grabbed her legs and pulled her crotch to me. I nuzzled into her inner thighs, delighted with the soft warmth and relishing the muskiness of her pussy. I was hungry to taste her and was soon lapping greedily at her delicate flesh. Only when I closed on her clit with my tongue did she withdraw her own fingers. She arched her back in pleasure as I found the sensitive little bud and began teasing it. My mother began convulsing, quaking in one orgasm after another.

“Fuck me,” she begged, gasping for breath. “Fuck me.”

My youthful cock needed no such urging. I got back to my feet and lunged forward to cover her. Before I had myself situated, I felt her hand reach down to pull my dick to her sloppy hole. She gasped as the huge piece of meat pushed into her wet box. She wrapped her legs tightly around me, pulling me deeply into her. As she pulled me firmly against her, I felt myself bottom-out, her blood heated orifice tightly squeezing my organ. Never had a pussy felt so heavenly nor my cock so totally at home, where it belonged, where it was most meant to be. I began fucking away at her hot cunt, crashing deeply into her.

My mother closed her eyes tightly; her head back and mouth open wide, gasping eagerly for each breath, as I pounded away. Her large breasts bounced lazily about on her chest, before she raised her hands to them to begin squeezing and massaging the flesh. My climax was drawing near and so was hers; I could feel it under me, as she squirmed and begged for more and more, wanting it faster and faster.

Seconds later, we both came in unison. My cock exploded deep inside her womb. She threw her arms around my back and pulled me down with a force I didn’t know she had. One last time she arched her back, digging her heels into the back of my legs, holding me inside of her.

We both urgently gasped for air as she finally allowed me to roll away. She again pulled herself up to my side and kissed me on my chest.

“Did you like that as much as I did?” she asked, grinning at me.

“Unbelievable!” is all I could reply.

As I slipped off for a nice nap next to my dear mother, the last thought crossing my mind was ‘Life’s damn good’.