OH, MOMMA!
By Tommyhawk1@AOL.COM
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It was Mother's Day at the Benton house. We'd gone to see Grandma Benton like we did every year, and so did all six of her other children. Mom was at her finest, of course, she loved big gatherings, and had drafted everyone over the age of fourteen into helping her in the kitchen while "the menfolk" were watching the game with Grandpa Benton. But Grandma was holding court in the dining room to her daughters (all seven of her children were female) and older granddaughters. Me, I was eighteen, about to graduate high school, old enough to be (finally! Thank God!) immune to the stir-the-onion-dip draft, and rapidly running out of patience with the entire family, for it also turned out I was young enough to be stuck with babysitting those too young to help out in the kitchen or watch television with Dad and the guys (and here you'd thought--like me--that turning eighteen was an unrelieved blessing!), and I was royally pissed about it.
I took advantage of Shauna coming out of the kitchen to ask for her to cover while I took a quick break for the bathroom, and had promptly take off past the bathroom and into my room and out the window and down the tree and into the back yard and through the screen of bushes behind it. If I couldn't be relaxing in front of television, I'd be hiding out until it was time to eat which I figured for another couple of hours at this rate.
I'd never been out this far before (stirring onion dip tends to keep one indoors, you know), so when I found the flowers arranged around a nice sitting area, I fell into the chair and heaved a sigh of relief. Safe at last!
"Hey there!" came a voice. Thankfully male, it wasn't Mom who seemed to have radar where I was concerned, when she wanted me, it was like she could come right out and find me in no time flat. I sat up and looked around.
Wow! A cute, red-haired guy wearing a tanktop and baggy shorts that hung nearly to his knees, his arms full and round-shouldered, his chest pushing the tanktop out, freckles adorning his back and chest more than his face (which was nearly clear of them), but they just made him more of a dream come true. Clear blue eyes, a friendly smile, skin the color of parchment (his attempts to gain a suntan, I gathered, to skin that was normally pale as paper), I took one look at him and was promptly in lust!
"Hey there, yourself." I reached down and adjusted the erection I'd just thrown in my shorts, and his eyes followed the path my fingers took. The smile grew and the eyes smoldered as they looked at me.
"My name's Jack." he said to me.
"Will." I said in turn, putting out my hand, the one I'd used to adjust my shorts.
He took my hand, shook it, and didn't let go. Instead, his fingers kind of...stroked" my hand as he held on. "Nice to meet you, Will."
"The pleasure's all mine." I wasn't adverse to turning on the gas in my own gaze, I even licked my lips. After all, this was a single weekend, I could lay this guy, enjoy myself, and tomorrow afternoon, I'd be back home over three hundred miles away and he'd be history. And it would liven up a Mother's Day weekend that was shaping up to be pretty damned grotty.
"You live here?"
"Just visiting my Grandmother. You?"
"We moved here last fall. Kind of late for me, I'm heading back to college so this isn't really my home."
"Must be lonesome." I said and turned up the heat.
He took the bait and stepped closer. "Yeah, pretty lonesome. Better since you came here."
"Ditto." I reached for his lips and kissed. Pretty heavy kiss. Like I said, we both knew this wasn't forever, nothing like it. Just two strangers in a strange land, who'd found and were clinging to each other. I felt his boner stabbing my leg as he ground against me and I shifted so I could grind back at it with my own, let him feel this raw, male rut for what it was, and his lips mashed against mine so hard I couldn't breathe....
"William! William!"
I groaned, and this one wasn't lust. "Shit!" I said as I tore my lips loose from Jack's. "My mother's looking for me!"
Jack appraised the situation. "Come with me." he said and I followed his bobbling, beautiful buttocks further through the garden and into his own back yard. From there, we were through his back door and up the back stairs to his own bedroom and when he jumped on the bed, I was quick to jump right in after him!
To hell with kissing this stud on the lips, I was hungry! I lifted up his tanktop and found one distended, red-tipped nipple and I snatched it in my lips and I sucked that nub like I could have drawn the nectar of the gods from it.
Jack moaned and reached down to fondle his way through my short's waistband and into my shorts, and his hand grasped my manhood and pulled on it with a gentleness borne only from his position, for his yanks were otherwise urgent and needful, and I gurgled as I gushed a geyser of precome from my glans, staining his fingertips and he groaned and started turning, his objective clearly to move us into sixty-nine position and my mouth watered at the thought of having his magnificent dong (I'd felt a huge tool against mine in the yard) and soon I'd have it in my mouth and....
"Jack? Jack? Where are you?"
"Shit, now it's my Mom!" Jack muttered. "What does she want, anyway?"
"Can you lock your door?"
"No, and she'll just come right in." Jack considered it. "Maybe we can make it out and slip into the basement."
"Okay, sure!" I panted.
And he led the way down the front steps as we heard his mother coming up the back steps. A circuit took us back into the kitchen and down the basement we went. Nothing down here but a lot of boxes and an old, skanky mattress. Perfect!
When we got down this time, I moved into 69 right away and fumbled his shorts open. Both of us had on baggies, they opened when you untied the waist string and then it was just pushing them down so I could free that monster!
Luscious! Hard, thick and a good nine-inches in length, easy. I shoved that cut pud into my mouth and down my throat so hard and fast, it was downright obscene of me. Jack groaned as he felt my mouth close on him, way down the shaft, and then he opened up and slid those soft petals of his lips over my glans and they brushed over the flare and slid onto the delicate, sensitive skin beneath, and oh, God, it was everything I'd ever wanted and more!
The nasty moldy smell of the mattress somehow melded with the masculine musk of Jack's groin and turned into something...intoxicating. I slurped on him with all the vigor of a lust-crazed weasel in heat and he matched me stroke-for-stroke and then some. All these interruptions were doing something to us, we weren't just hiding our lovemaking from the world...we were fugitives from justice, two mothers out to thwart their sons' lustful embrace and...
"William? William?"
Shit, what was my mother doing over here? I told you that it was like she had me tagged or something! Reading my location on her radar screen of motherhood.
"Will?"
"She won't come down here." I said hopelessly. "It's not my grandmother's house, she couldn't come down here...."
"William? William?" my mother was in the kitchen!
"My God!" I moaned. "Is there a back door to this basement?"
"Just to the outside." Jack panted, and his head nodded in the direction of the doors to the outside, one of those storm-cellar-type kind angled at forty-five degrees over the top of the concrete steps.
"We got to get out of here. My mother's closing in! Don't ask me how she does it, she just does it."
"Okay, but where?"
"Uh...Grandma's tool shed." I said desperately.
"Okay. Let's go!" Jack got up and I watched that majestic, spit-slicked dong slide back into his baggies in heart-wrenching sense of loss.
Jack got the doors open and we were out in the side yard. "Where from here?"
"This way...I think." I said and scorning the walkways as guaranteed to have a mother or two on them, we beat our own path through the bushes.
Halfway there, we hit a small sort of cleared area, a ring of bushes which had no flowers growing in them. They died and never gotten replaced somehow.
"Here. Let's stop here." Jack panted as I tried to form the words for myself.
Not even a mildewed mattress here, we lay on bare dirt and let it soil us. I didn't care, I had Jack on his back beneath me and I knelt over his head and we re-linked as the moist soil (it had rained about two days before) and any hint of finesse was gone, we were hunted men, and if we didn't get off quick, we weren't getting off!
I think Jack felt the same urgency and when his lips locked on my dong, I slurped him down and we both hammered at each other, our hips thrusting in time to our own neck motions, and if I hadn't been so damned horny, I would have gagged any number of time, but now, I didn't care.
"Nnnh, nnnh, nnnh, nnh!" Jack grunted. He was close to climax.
My own cock tingled under those muffled groans as they emanated around my shaft and those sweet, tender lips. "Uh, uh, guh, uh, huh!" I returned.
"Nnnh, nnnh, nnnh!"
"Uhh, uhh, uhhh!"
"NNNH, HHNNHH, HNNH!"
"UUUH, UHH, GUHH-HUHHH!"
And just as my own climax squirted hot spunk into Jack's mouth, Jack's prong ejaculated equally hot seed into my own. We were a double-fountain of teenaged male geysers, and I gulped down that steaming teen sperm as he sucked my own adolescent squibs into his own.
We'd barely finished our orgasms and were quivering in our post-climactic temblors that such an intense electrical overload can create.
"William, William, are you out here, son?"
"Jack, Jack, come here, I need you!"
"Shit!" I staggered to my feet. "I swear, Mom ought to get a job tracking felons for the FBI!" I complained bitterly.
"You'll notice my Mom's not having any problems finding me." Jack said with sympathy.
"Will you be around tomorrow morning, maybe?" I asked him.
"Can't." he said. "I have to leave at ten a.m. to get back to college."
"Fuck." I said.
"Wish we could." Jack said with a grin I returned. "If you ever get over to Northern Arizona University, come look me up."
"Northern Arizona?" I said. "Honest?"
"I'm second year there."
"I'm going there in the fall!" I said. "Been accepted already!"
"Hell!"
"Look, I'll come by tonight and get your name and address and such, okay?"
"William? William?" Mom was closing in fast.
"I'll be waiting by the kitchen door at nine o'clock." Jack said.
"I'll be there, somehow!" I promised.
"Jack, where are you?" Jack's Mom was even closer.
A hasty kiss and we parted. I was out of the bushes and brushing at my dirty knees when Mom came up. "There you are, William!" she exclaimed. "Where were you, I've been looking all over for you?"
"Oh, just around and about." I temporized. Hiding from Mom, but I couldn't say that to her face, not without at least explaining why.
"Well, come on back home, will you?" Mom said.
"Aw, I don't want to babysit any more." I griped as I followed her. "Can't someone else do it?"
"Of course, dear." Mom said. "Now, come on, there's someone I need you to meet."
Some long-lost relative or other, I gathered, and moped along behind her. I love my Mom, she's a rock when I'm in trouble and all that, but my God, she tried to run my entire life! She probably had some snaggle-toothed giggly girl there and trying to play matchmaker on me. Again!
Whoever it was, wasn't there, when we got there and Mom made me go into the bathroom and wash up. I could use it, I was filthy what with that skanky mattress and the dirt on the final hiding place. I even went into the room I'd be sharing with five male cousins that night, though how we'd all sleep in that bed was a puzzle to me (and forget about a kissing-cousins fantasy, guys, I wasn't interested in that and neither were they, for reasons having nothing to do with incest! Bleagh!), and changed into some clean clothes otherwise like what I'd had on.
Turned out I had plenty of time, it was nearly a quarter hour before Mom came and got me from the television set where I was watching a game with the male members of my family and led me into the hall.
"William, honey, this is John Mosley, and he's going to Northern Arizona University. I thought you and he ought to get to know each other, maybe he can show you around when you get there this fall." Mom said.
"Hello, John." I said, putting out my hand.
"Hello, William." John said, shaking mine. "Call me Jack." And that grin beamed out from under that red hair.
"Call me Will." I said in turn.
"I just know you two will get along." Mom said. "Mama says that John here is gay the same as you. Isn't that great?"
"Yeah." I said. I hadn't known Mom even knew I was gay! "Great." Of course, that just meant she was playing matchmaker after all, just dealing from a different deck, is all.
"Why don't you two visit in private in my old bedroom upstairs while I help finish getting dinner ready." Mom said. "You two just be ready to eat in a half-hour, all right?"
"Yes, Mom." I agreed.
"Thank you, Mrs. Decker." Jack added.
Mom went off and Jack said, "So that's why she and my mom were so busy looking for us. What do you think about that?"
"I think we have a half-hour of guaranteed privacy and better take advantage of it." I said.
"Let's go!" Jack agreed and led the way upstairs.
I looked again at that gorgeous ass and I said softly, "Oh, Momma!"
THE END
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