My checkup the following week revealed that I was making steady improvement. "You're not as good as new, yet," the doctor said, "but you're getting there. Just keep up the good work."
"Doctor," I said, "I think I'd like to be released and go back home."
"Well, there's no mason why you can't," he said. "Would it be all right if I left at the end of this week? I have to make some arrangements about where I'm going to stay when I go back to the city."
"Whenever it's convenient for you," he said understandingly.
When the doctor was gone I began to dwell on the twin dilemma that faced me. Not only was my deadline for making my mind up about Tom almost up, I had the task of making arrangements for where I was going to be staying in the city until I could find a job and get a place of my own. I had no friends with whom I could stay, and, of course, had had to let my apartment go after I had been in the accident. As distasteful as the idea was, there was no place to turn except to my so-called family, meaning Margot.
When Margot had been notified that I was in the accident and in serious condition, she had handled it in her usual indifferent manner. When she finally did show up to visit me, however, there was a sign that she had been worried about me, although, as usual her concern seemed to be attuned to her own needs instead of mine.
I didn't like the idea of going to her with my hat in my hand, but it seemed I had no alternative. With this in mind, I place a long distance call to her.
The conversation went around in circles at first, with Margot barely able to get past the news I was about to be released so she could breathlessly tell me about her new boyfriend. "Oh, you'd love him," she said excitedly. "He's only a bus driver, but he has so much more culture than that, and he's so good-looking.
"That's nice," I said, and then tried to change the subject. "Listen, Margot, are you living alone now, or what?"
"What do you want to know for?" she asked indignantly. "I see you still haven't shaken that puritanical streak your grandmother put in you."
"No, Margot, that's not why I want to know," I attempted to explain.
"Well, then what do you want to know for?"
"I want to ask a favor of you."
"Really?" she said, her mood suddenly changing, as if she were about to receive an unexpected surprise.
"Yes. I don't have any money, and I need a place to stay temporarily. So I was wondering if I could come live with you-until I find a job and get my first paycheck, of course."
She was obviously pleased. "Of course, darling. What a wonderful idea. Now that you're older, I'm sure we have a lot more in common than we used to. You come and stay as long as you'd like. We can be just like sisters. Why, I'll bet we can even share the same clothes. I'm still the same size I was when I was eighteen." Then she laughed and continued, "The only thing I'll draw the line on is sharing men, if you know what I mean."
It almost seemed when she said that as if she knew about what I had been doing with her boyfriends for the five years before I ran off with Jeff.
By the time we'd finished our conversation, the issue had been settled and I was going to be staying with Margot. Of course she was "too busy" to drive out from the city and take me back to town, but then that was Margot, always too busy for her only child. I would have to take a Greyhound Bus in, and then a cab to her apartment. It was far from being a perfect arrangement, but I forced myself to look on the positive side of it.
With one half of my dilemma solved, I now had to turn toward the other half, namely, what to do about Tom. He had been pestering me ever since our encounter in the secluded corner of the recreation room to go with him to the hotel, not being aware that I had made up my mind to leave. I had tried to avoid him, but he was persistent, and I had to admit that the more I saw of him, the more I liked him.
The evening after the doctor had given me my examination, matters came to a head with Tom. I was walking down the hall toward my room, ready to begin packing, when I saw him camped in front of my door.
"Hi," I said. "Is this a new service from the management, a man with every room?"
"No," he laughed, "although I wish that were the case. No, seriously, Honeysuckle, I have to talk with you. I'm not spying on you or anything, but the mirror around the place is that you're leaving in a couple of days."
"It's no rumor, it's the truth," I admitted.
He looked somewhat hurt. "Why didn't you tell me?"
"I was going to," I said. "This evening. It was just that I wanted to think a few things over before I told you."
"Like what?" he said eagerly. "Like what about us? Where do we go from here, Honeysuckle?"
When he called me by that name he was almost irresistible. "Tom, to tell you the truth, I've been trying to decide whether we have any future together, or whether we should break it off completely."
"I think I can make up your mind for you right now," he said as he quickly embraced me, kissing me passionately. His lips pressed against mine, his tongue filling my mouth. As I willingly pressed back against him, there was no way I could miss the bulge in his pants that throbbed against me. Placing my hand down to his crotch and fondling his swelling cock, I knew there was no longer any question of my answer.
When we broke the kiss, I said, "Tom, I'm going to be living temporarily with my mother in the city. I do want to see you when you get out. I'll give you the address before I go."
"And the phone number," he amended. "I'm going to call you every night until I can see you again in the flesh, which shouldn't be too long."
I started to say that I had to go in and start packing, but I couldn't tear myself away from him. Once again my hand dropped to his crotch, fondling the swelling curve of his prick straining under his pants. He embraced me again and whispered, "No one's around, let's go into your room." Most of the other patients were gone or busy, and it was early enough so that the nurses would not be checking the rooms. I nodded my head yes as I gave his cock a final affectionate squeeze before we opened the door.
Once inside, we fell wildly into each other's arms, both of us about to realize what we had been deprived of for so long. Shaking, I snaked my hand inside Tom's pants and wrapped my fingers around his fat cock. I almost had to withdraw my fingers back in shock because of the intense heat of it. As I curled my fingers around his throbbing prick, I couldn't help but think that it seemed hotter than any cock I had ever held before.
While I continued to massage and squeeze his prick, Tom hurriedly undid his pants and they dropped to the floor. With his dick still firmly in my hand, I parted my lips and thrust my mouth over the head. The moment he felt his cock being sucked, he grabbed my head and began to strongly fuck me in the mouth.
Oh, God, I thought, it's wonderful! I was so excited and hot with his wildly thrusting cock battering away in my mouth that I was already having miniature orgasms, one following on the heels of the other in devastating fashion.
"Please," he whispered with urgency, "take off your clothes. I want to see your body. I want to see you naked."
I removed his prick from my mouth and took off my blouse and bra hurriedly and slid down my skirt and panties, standing nude before him. As he let out a low whistle and his cock sprang out even further, I lay down on the bed and spread my legs far apart, my open, drooling cunt inviting him to plunge his beautiful cock inside me and fuck me as hard as he could.
When he came at me his cock was so hard that when it stabbed fiercely at my crotch it actually caused momentary pain. I grasped it firmly and steered his wildly throbbing cock into my juicy cuntlips. He thrust his prick all the way up to the hilt as I wrapped my cuntlips around the shaft tightly and clasped it in a frenzy of rapture.
He fucked me with lightning speed and a penetration that was complete with every sharp stroke. I had another series of quick little orgasms that left me gasping for air while pumping my cunt up and down on Tom's swollen cock as he suddenly came in a molten onslaught. I drained him of every drop. The length of time he required to cease squirting his cum into my cunt was almost unbelievable. As I moaned and groaned and rolled beneath his squirting cock, it occurred to me that he probably hadn't fucked since he'd been in the hospital, and it pleased me that I was the recipient of all that store-up jism that was gushing into me like a river.
Even though his hot offering eventually ceased, he continued to fuck me, his cock shooting in and pulling out of my cunt at a terrific rate.
"My God," I murmured, "are you going to fuck me forever?''
Tom's naked body continued to pump away at my clutching cunt, and in a very short space of time he was once again delivering a load of scalding cum into me. Again I had an enormously satisfying orgasm, and again I moaned from the excruciating pleasure of it.
But even this did not stop Tom. He seemed to pay no attention to anything other than the business at hand-his obviously insatiable lust to keep fucking, to once again bring the jism to the head of his cock and explode it within the gooey depths of my equally hungry cunt.
Although I was already satisfied, I was hoping he could once again manage to bring it off. I knew how difficult it was for a man to ejaculate three times in succession, but Tom seemed different from other men. He seemed to have an unlimited supply of sexual energy stored up inside.
Now I pressed my hands, palms downward, on his bare ass, the better to hold him place on top of my slippery, perspiration-drenched flesh. I wrapped my legs around his, hooking my toes underneath his calves for a firmer grip. Finding his mouth with my lips, I began to kiss him passionately as he fucked me with wild and reckless fury.
God, how wonderful it was to have this tireless love machine on top of my nude body, pumping a swollen cock like a piston on a perpetual-motion device in and out of my sex-starved cunt. This was what I had wanted so very much, and how fortunate I was to have this stud come along at just the right time.
"Oh, God," I sighed, pulling my lips from his, "are you really going to fuck me forever?"
He acted as if he hadn't heard my question, although actually it hadn't been meant as a question but more as a request. He placed his hands under my ass and clutched the cheeks there fiercely as he kept on with his furious fucking movements, his cock going into me deeply with every fast, brutal stroke.
"Tom, Tom," I sighed again, my voice shaking, for I was having still another orgasm. "You're going to kill me, fucking me this way. God, I love it!"
Tom ejaculated inside me for the third time at that precise moment, and I once again thrilled to the touch of his throbbing cock as it erupted, spewing out its load of thick, hot man juice.
"Oh, Jesus!" he cried, the first words he had spoken since I had steered his prick into my cunt in what seemed like ages ago, As his prick spurted once more, Tom shuddered, and then finally ceased to move in me. He lay still on top of me, his entire weight resting on me, for apparently he was too tired to hold himself up now after all of that fucking. I didn't mind, though, because I was very tired, too. It was nice having his hard body, naked and sweaty, on top of me. It was more than nice-it was heavenly. I wandered just how long his machine of a cock would remain hard inside me, and when minutes had passed and it showed no sign of growing soft, I sighed and patted his ass affectionately.
Finally, he gasped, "I think I could fuck you all night, Honeysuckle."
"Don't worry, darling," I answered, "when we're both back in the city you'll have your chance to make good on your boast."
Two days later I checked out of the halfway house and was on my way back to the city, and Margot. As the bus approached the outskirts of town and familiar sights began to pop up outside the window, I started to feel vaguely depressed. I arrived at the bus station and took a cab to Margot's. I grew increasingly apprehensive as I drew closer to her apartment building. As I paid the cabbie and started up the walk, clutching my suitcase, I could feel my heart pounding. Then I grabbed hold of myself. Come on, Honeysuckle, this is silly, I said to myself. Margot can't get the best of you unless you let her.
Margot had said she would leave the front door open if she wasn't home. I knocked a couple of times, but there was no answer so I let myself in. How typical of Margot, I thought. Not only was she too busy to come pick me up, she was even too busy to be home when I finally get here after hours of riding on a hot bus and in a stuffy taxi.
Margot's apartment was standard for her. She had lived in four or five of them since Grandma's death, but it was almost impossible to distinguish one from another because they all reflected her plastic taste. They all looked like the inside of a Holiday Inn suite, with her little touches added here and there.
I wandered into Margot's bedroom and chuckled to myself when I saw her dressing table was a jumble of cosmetics and false eyelash containers, with blonde and brunette wigs thrown in for good measure.
Margot, despite her beauty had always been something of a slob, and I saw she hadn't changed. There were clothes strewn all over the bed, and underwear hanging from the bed post and lying on the floor. I also saw that her taste hadn't changed when I walked over to pick up a pair of panties that had fallen on the floor and discovered that they were crotchless, with pink lace surrounding the opening between the legs.
I didn't know when Margot was going to be back, and I didn't feel like watching television. Since there was nothing to read I thought I'd keep myself occupied by cleaning the place up. I gathered up her clothes and folded them, placing them on the bed. Then I went over to her dresser and opened the drawers so I could find out where the different things went. I didn't intend to snoop, but the fourth drawer I opened revealed something which I couldn't resist looking at. Sitting on top of Margot's panties was a stack of photographs, apparently taken with a Polaroid camera.
Maybe they're of her boyfriends, I thought. I wonder what they look like? As I picked up the photos and looked at them, I was shocked to see that they were pictures of naked men and women engaged in a variety of sexual activities.
"I didn't know Margot went in for collecting pornography," I said aloud in wonder at discovering this unknown hobby of my mother's.
But when I looked at the pictures more closely, I discovered that they were not just pornography, but candid photographs taken of Margot herself in compromising situations with a number of different men and women. There must have been over fifty of these pictures, all of them with Margot and men and women in all possible sexual situations.
In a typical one, Margot was facing the camera, straddled across the torso of a faceless man with his huge cock inserted fully up her ass, while another man leaned into the picture licking her cunt. Margot's head was slightly turned so her mouth could receive the prick of a man leaning in from the side. I must say, she certainly looked like she was enjoying herself.
In another one there was just Margot and man who she had apparently just finished blowing, because his cock dangled under her nose and white gobs of jism dripped down her face, curling down from the corners of her radiantly smiling lips.
As I shuffled through the stack of photographs, it occurred to me that apparently Margot was part of some sort of swingers' group that got together for group sex and took pictures of their antics. Although the pictures were shocking, I had to admit that that sort of thing certainly was consistent with Margot's life style.
When I came to the last picture, however, I was totally unprepared for it, and found myself breathless. In this photograph she was on her hands and knees while a German shepherd mounted her from behind and was actually fucking her. There was no doubt about it: the picture had been taken by an expert so that there was a knife-sharp focus on the dog's prick penetrating her hairy cunt. The picture was so expertly taken that I could actually see the moisture glistening on the folds and hair of her pussy as the dog's shiny cock thrust into her.
Before I had a chance to catch my breath, I heard movement outside the front door. Margot! If she caught me with these pictures she'd surely think I was snooping. I hurriedly placed them back where I'd found them, closed the dresser drawer, and got back into the living room just as she was opening the door.
"Hi ya, sweets," she said as she came in. "Been here long?"
"Uh, no," I said, trying to hide my nervousness, "just a few minutes."
"Gee," she said, "I'm sorry I missed your arrival, hut I stepped out to get some pink champagne. You know, to sort of celebrate your coming home."
"How nice," I said with manufactured enthusiasm, grateful to have something to talk about to get my mind off what I'd just seen.
"I thought we could throw some steaks on the stove., have some champagne, and talk. How's that sound to you?"
"Oh, terrific," I answered, and I wasn't kidding, anxious for any diversion.
It turned out that Margot was in as good a mood as she seemed to be. Also, she really seemed to be glad to see me, telling me that she had broken a date tonight so we could spend the evening together.
Despite my effort to suppress it, my shock over the photographs lingered, and when I asked her what she'd been up to, it took on an added dimension from the innocent question it might ordinarily have been.
"Well, I'll tell you," she said. "You know that bus driver I was telling you about a few weeks ago? Although it didn't work out between us, I'll always be indebted to him. He introduced rue to a group of people who are just terrific. They're out of sight. I've never had so many friends, both men and women. We get together and have just really fabulous times."
Oh, God, I thought, is she going to tell me about it! "What kind of things do you do?" I ventured, hoping that I didn't betray my knowledge of her new social life.
"I guess you could say we communicate," she said, and then began to chuckle. "That's what we do-we communicate. Boy, how we communicate!"
I was at a loss as to where to take the conversation from there. The only safe thing I could think of to say was, "Oh, that's nice.
Fortunately, Margot had apparently already had a few drinks to loosen up, or the champagne was going to her head, because she kept on talking. "Communication, that's what the world needs more of today. I'm convinced of it. If we could communicate more with each other-get to know each other better-everyone would be a lot better off."
The conversation continued from there for a couple of hours. Eventually, I got more used to her, and the memory of the photographs I had found just shortly before seemed to fade in my mind before her friendliness and with additional glasses of champagne. She really seemed to care about me, and even if a lot of her advice was kind of crass, her intent appeared genuine. I found myself thinking, Maybe things will work out this time, something which I would have never thought possible before.
But when the conversation ended after we had eaten dinner and finished the bottle of champagne, and part of a bottle of Scotch Margot had around, and we went to bed, my old doubts came back to haunt me and kept me from sleeping. Maybe it was because Margot had insisted that I sleep in her bed while she slept on the couch in the living room. I had tried to take the couch, but she had insisted.
The image of that stack of pictures nestled on top of the panties in her dresser haunted me. I vowed to myself that I wouldn't look at them again, but the more I tried to forget them, the more vivid my awareness of tern became.
Finally I realized that I was never going to get to sleep unless I looked at them one more time. I got out of bed quietly and tiptoed over to the dresser and got them out, and then tiptoed back to bed. I turned on the lamp by the bed and began to look through them again.
Again I was struck by the clarity of the photography. The folds and moisture of the cunts, especially Margot's, were stunningly lifelike, and I could almost pick up the pungent scent of the spurting jism of the ejaculating men. As I sat looking at them again, I began to notice even more of the sharp-focused details. In most of the pictures, Margot's legs were spread wide open, often thrown straight up in the air, exposing the full details of her hairy, dripping crotch, and her asshole was in clear view. One thing that impressed me was how tight and pink it looked.
As I looked at the stack of photographs, the revulsion I had originally felt slowly changed into a tingling sensation that started between my legs and spread throughout my naked body. Before I knew what had happened I realized that the pictures of my mother in every lewd position imaginable had turned me on. Somehow the thought of that pink rosebud of a perfect asshole on a woman in her thirties turned me on the most, and without thinking about it my hand dropped between my quivering thighs and I inserted my finger up my own asshole. It was tight, so I withdrew my finger and put it into my mouth, sucking on it to provide some moisture for lubrication. As I inserted my finger once again up my ass, it slid quickly and smoothly all the way in. I quickly discovered that it felt deliciously good, and even better when I slid my finger in and out, up to the knuckle and then back out again to the fingernail, moving it in a circular fashion all the while.
I began to use my other hand to rub my moistening cunt as I continued probing my asshole, and soon became caught up in physical ecstasy, completely forgetting where I was, the photographs strewn on the sheets beside me. I was so involved with what I was doing, I guess, that I didn't hear the bedroom door open.
Margot's words shattered me back to reality. "I thought something might be wrong, the light's on… Oooh, I see nothing's wrong at all. I see you've been looking at my pictures."
I quickly withdrew my hands from between my legs and pulled the sheets up in front of me. "Uh, no… " I stammered, "uh, well, uh, yes, I…but it was an accident…"
"Sure, sure," she said brassily. "Don't worry, I'm not mad at you. Especially since you seem to like them, if you, heh-heh, know what I mean."
"No, no… " I stuttered.
"You don't have to hide anything from me, she said as she advanced toward me. "I saw what you were up to, with your fingers up your little ass. How sweet."
What could I say. There was no explanation I could rationally offer to save face. I was silent as she came to the bed and sat down on it beside me.
"I don't be shy," she said. "There's no crime in liking it up the ass. If you looked at those pictures, you know that your mother certainly does. Like mother, like daughter, they say."
Before I could think of an appropriate response, she flung the sheets off of me and embraced my naked body. She was wearing only the sheerest of nighties and I could feel her heart pumping beneath her warm tits as they rubbed insistently against mine. She was strong and I felt trapped in her grasp as she snaked a hand between my thighs and began massaging my crotch, a finger searching for my asshole and soon finding it, plunging in and then out, in and out. The sensation was intense, and so pleasurable that my fright soon disappeared. My inhibitions vanished as I kissed my own mother full on the lips, our tongues meeting, while my hand crawled up under her short nightie and clutched the moist, furry muff of her cunt.
"No, no," she whispered, "stick it up my ass, too." I immediately did so, first tracing my fingertip over the smooth puckering surrounding her asshole.
"Ooooh," she moaned as my finger pumped slowly in and out of her asshole, while she did the same to me. "Do you enjoy taking an enema?" she asked. Before the question could even register and I could answer, she got up and took me by the hand and led me toward the bathroom. Margot took the enema bag down from behind the door, ran some water in the sink, and rubbed a bar of soap in it. When the bag was full of soapy water, Margot asked me if I wanted to go first. I was still dumbfounded, but managed to wordlessly indicate that she should go first. Margot pulled the plug from the bathtub and adjusted the water to the right temperature. She lay down in the tub and instructed me to hook the bag on the wall and give her the nozzle.
As Margot inserted the nozzle into her asshole, she told me to kneel next to the tub and play with her cunt. I complied, and watched her cuntlips vibrate under my touch while the water rushed into her ass.
Suddenly Margot told me to remove my hand from her cunt for a moment, and as I did, I watched the water and shit gush from her asshole and wash down the drain. When the bag was empty, and only a clear stream of water was leaking from her ass, Margot told me to refill the bag, and she again shoved the nozzle up her ass, along with a foot or so of the hose. She told me to bend down into the tub and put my mouth on her cunt.
Without thinking about the bizarre nature of the scene, I did as she asked, and as my mouth covered Margot's cunt and began licking her wildly, I couldn't help but place a free hand on my own throbbing pussy, and I began finger-fucking myself, feeling as though I were about to discharge a quart of cunt juice.
It only took Margot about thirty seconds before her cunt started literally foaming in my mouth. As her body shook in the final throes of orgasm, water shot from her asshole and sprayed against the tub walls, splashing in a sparkling cascade.
Margot heaved a satisfied moan, and told me it was my turn now. It was too late to turn back now. I lay back in the tub, and she brought the nozzle between my parted thighs and plunged it into my waiting asshole.
Margot shoved the hose up my pliant ass, and as it passed a certain point, I could feel my clit start to stiffen, and then Margot's hungry mouth was aver it, sharply licking it with her lance of a tongue.
Suddenly my ass was spurting water, and I felt as tough my cunt was on fire as Margot kept fanning the flames with her hot tongue. Then I got the most incredible feeling, one I'd never felt before and still can't adequately describe. My hips jerked uncontrollably and the nozzle spurted from my ass with a shimmering burst of water. At the same time, Margot was eating me so hard that I had the sensation that ha head was halfway up my cunt and her tongue was licking the inside of my womb as we grappled together in the slick tub.
When it was finally over, we both got out of the tub and washed each other off. I still hadn't said anything, and was now at the paint of physical exhaustion.. Margot seemed to sense this as she led me back to the bed and helped me into it. Then she tucked me in as though I were a little girl again, and kissed me good night.