Tex Mex Chapter 17
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Chapter Seventeen
The weekend went by fast; we didn't really do anything other than rest up from our too-fast trip. Randy rode with Lipe to the old apartment to pick up the rest of his clothes and stuff Sunday. Good thing Lipe's room has a walk-in closet.
Monday morning, after tossing and turning all night, I ended up getting up just before 5am. I woke Randy up about 8am with breakfast in bed for his birthday. I made him bacon and eggs and arranged it so it looked like a smiley face. I told him I was sorry for waking him up, but today is social worker day and he needed to get ready. He was dreading it; he didn't even have a morning bedsheet tent. I told him to make his bed when he got up, she probably would want to tour the house.
Around a quarter to ten she called and I popped the gate for her. When she stepped out of the car, well...let's just say, she was about what I expected. I estimated she was about 5'2" or 5'3" and probably tipped the scales close to 200lbs. She was wearing one of those big girl shirts; black, very long and very loose. Underneath, she appeared to have on some kind of tights, caressing her cellulite. She lumbered into the house with her tablet for, I assume, taking notes. She pulled out a stylus and began asking questions and checking off answers on her tablet. Everything was pretty typical, a lot dealing with financial information, but when that part was done, she asked to speak to me alone. Luis went into the kitchen leaving me with her in the living room. She started asking questions regarding my sexuality and sexual habits. I took out my phone and brought up my app and hit record.
"What are you doing?" she asked.
"Recording you" I said.
"I'm afraid that's not allowed" she replied.
"Then our visit is done" I said, "I will not be given the third degree in my own home, by a total stranger and not have insurance against what you might tap into that tablet."
She looked frustrated, to say the least, but her lines of questioning got way back closer to standard fare. Next, she asked to talk to Luis alone. I called Luis in and handed him the phone, still recording, and told him to make sure he got it all on record. She was really getting pissed now, but unfortunately, I had zero fucks to give. After a few minutes she called me back in and said she'd like to speak to the minor in the case. I walked through the house and got Randy. Before taking him back to the beast, I told him to put his phone on record and get every word she said. We walked back to the living room, then me and Luis went into the kitchen to wait. It was very quiet for a while; we could hear talking but couldn't really make out what was being said. Then, all of a sudden, Randy let out a loud laugh. It wasn't a real `oh that's funny' laugh, it was a `how fucking stupid' laugh. My nosey side got the best of me and I tiptoed to the hallway by the living room to eavesdrop.
"No!" he was saying "I tried but he wouldn't even let me jack it for him. He only has eyes for Luis. He told me `I'm your uncle, not your playmate' or some such horseshit."
Ms. Burke cleared her throat and called us back in, Luis walked from the table then we both went in together. Ms. Burke was a lovely shade of pink from her hairline to the base of her neck. She wanted to take a look at the living arrangements. I showed her to Randy's room, and pointed out he had his own bathroom. She wanted to know whose room was next door. I knocked on the door and Lipe opened it. "Ms. Burke, this is Luis' brother Felipe, he's staying with us at this time. She asked him his age and what he did for a living. Then, for the second time today, she made an error in judgement.
"So, Felipe, do you and these two gentlemen engage in sexual acts?" she said, looking over the top of her reading glasses.
"Ms. Burke, may I ask, do you get freaky with your brothers and sisters?" Lipe asked her back.
Her fat, red face was utterly speechless for a full minute with her mouth searching for some words to say, the she said "I'll take that as a no."
Not to be waylaid, she asked to see where me and Luis slept. I took her all the way across the house to our room, she made some more notes. "The divided house plan is a plus in your situation" she said.
"What the hell does that supposed to mean?" Luis said. I could see the muscles in his neck tensing up.
Instead of answering that question, she said she thought she had all she needed and she would send her report to Judge Drummond in the morning. I was thinking to myself `and I'll compile a mix-tape of all the recordings I have of you'. I showed her to the door and she handed me an appointment card for a Dr. Karl Plessick, the court appointed psychologist. The appointment was for tomorrow morning at 9am.
"You and Randy both are to report for this appointment" she said, lumbering back to her car, then she was gone.
Lipe laughed and said "Good thing she didn't ask if me and Randy had engaged in sexual acts."
The next morning, we left early for our psychologist appointment. He took me in first and read me a confidentiality clause saying that he could not share anything we discussed with outside parties without my express permission. Then he proceeded to ask me about a thousand questions about my sexuality and my childhood and so much more. Then he sent me out and called in Randy. They were in the office for about 30 minutes while I played games on my phone. They finally came out and the doctor thanked us and said he would send his recommendations over to Judge Drummond by tomorrow morning. Later that evening, close to their quitting time, the court clerk called and told us to be in court at 10am tomorrow (Wednesday). This had all moved so fast, I forgot to call Ted Melton to ask how it went on the golf outing. I tried to call him, but it went straight to voicemail.
We were all stressed from being under the microscope the last two days. I saw Randy creeping from his room into Lipe's and then heard the click of the lock. I knew that routine very well by now. I told Luis since his brother and soon-to-be step-son were having a tension relief session, shouldn't the two old men have one too? He agreed, we loaded up on the Mule and went to our oasis by the pond. I left my clothes laying on the Mule and jumped on the swinging bed. Luis threw his clothes on the storage chest and hopped in with me.
"I really need to be sprung" I said to him.
He rolled me on my stomach and pulled my hips up and buried his face in my ass. I swear I don't see how he could get his tongue so far up in there. I reached under the pillow and pulled out my tube of lube and handed it to him. He squirted some in my ass, but turned me over on my back and pushed my legs up.
"I want to look into your eyes" he said. That was A-OK with me as I could get lost in his deep brown eyes.
He put the end of his cock against my hole and I was so ready my hole just started pulling him in nearly. He pushed the head in and stopped, giving me time to adjust. I was so ready to get fucked, I wasn't needing adjustment time tonight. I pushed back on him and took at least half of his dick in me. He figured out I really meant it and started to slow fuck me, very romantically, but that's not what I was after tonight.
"FUCK ME FAST AND HARD!" I yelled and slapped his beefy ass.
He got that message and slammed his thick cock into me, making his balls slap my ass so hard I let out a grunt.
"IS THAT ALL YOU GOT LITTLE BITCH?!?" I yelled.
That did it, I was being pounded so hard the swinging bed was rocking in counterpoint to his thrusts. I reached up and grabbed his neck and pulled him to me and started sucking on his bottom lip till he jerked back and said "that hurt you fucker!" It only made him fuck me harder. I reached for my peter to try to get off at the same time he did, but he slapped my hand away. "Oh, hell no you don't!" he said, then gripped my hips so hard it hurt as he shoved into me as deep as he could. I could feel the pulsing of his cum filling up my insides. Seconds later, he jerked the hefty pinga out of my ass and squirted lube on my dick and before I could hardly register all of it, he straddled me and sat all the way down on my dick and rode me like a wild pony. Every time he pulled up, he squeezed his hole as tight as he could, the on the downstroke he went all the way until he bottomed out. I was so close from the power fuck he just gave me it only took about 3 minutes and I was losing all my hydration into his tight brown ass. When he pulled off me, cum ran down my dick and pooled in my hair. He rolled to the side and we caught our breath. The bed continued swinging for a long time from the momentum alone. Wow! Now I felt like I could handle the court date tomorrow.
We rode back to the house and found Lipe's door open and from the light of the TV we could see two sets of legs intertwined. I turned off the lights in the common areas and wiped cum off as good as I could with paper towels, then went to bed. Luis was already snoring when I got into bed.
Lambodara 9/21/20