Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 68691 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 343(@200wpm)___ 275(@250wpm)___ 229(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68691 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 343(@200wpm)___ 275(@250wpm)___ 229(@300wpm)
“Baby girl,” murmured Kato into my ear, settling me into his arms, “let’s get the rest of that juice out.”
And he reached between my legs, stroking my clit once or twice, making me shiver with want and desire all over again before parting my pussy lips, opening my hole once more for all to see.
“Bear down baby,” he said, “bear down.”
And despite the fact that none of them had come in me yet, I knew what he wanted. My honey is so copious, running like a continuous stream that I can do a cream pie from vaginal juices alone. And so I pushed with my lower abs, flexing and clenching as best I could while letting out a slight whine, and sure enough a froth of white bubbled at my hole before dripping out, leaking wetly onto the floor between my legs, the oozy goo viscous and thick.
“Fuck she’s beautiful,” rasped Karl, his hand on his cock, eyes glued to my pink slit, pulsing, glowing even in rapture.
“Absolutely stunning,” agreed Kristian, his dick waving in the air, ready to go, laced with pulsing veins that looked about to burst.
And I just smiled before running a small hand between my legs, parting my pussy lips even wider, displaying my clit before touching the white and bringing it to my lips for a sample.
“Mmm, delicious,” I cooed, leaning back against Kato’s chest while lasciviously licking my lips, my small pink tongue darting out mischievously. “Fancy a taste?”
And the three men were on me in a flash, donkeys out and ready to pound.
KATO
“Come on Mom, let me help you get your stuff,” I said, heaving a huge duffel bag into the back of the car.
“Thanks baby,” said Violet, dragging along a rollerboard. “And I have one more. Karl, can you grab that big suitcase over there?”
My twin and I rolled our eyes at one another. Our mom was only in St. Venetia for a week, but she’d packed enough for a month-long visit. Then again, our mom always perfectly dressed, her make-up in place with a warm, bubbly air.
Because Violet’s always been a looker with her snappy blue eyes and thick brown hair. Although there were a few streaks of grey now, her jawline not quite as sharp, cheeks slightly faded, Violet still did well. She took good care of herself and was careful to stay out of the sun, with few age spots or wrinkles except when she laughed, which was often.
So our mother could get dates, that wasn’t the issue. It was something else entirely, and neither Karl nor I could figure it out. On one of the rare occasions she spoke about her choice to stay single, Violet was evasive and vague, not giving much away.
“Oh you know,” she said with a smile, “I don’t need any men in my life but you two.”
My bro snorted.
“Mom, that’s very kind but Kato and I are grown now, besides we’re about to leave for the Marines. What about you? Who are you going to spend time with? Wouldn’t it be nice to have a special someone?”
And her eyes clouded briefly, that clear blue turning a hazy gray.
“Oh you know, there are men here and there,” she said vaguely before turning back to us. “I don’t need much and I keep myself busy, I’m happy with my knitting and card games.”
I snorted. Her knitting group and bridge club were all old ladies, an estrogen fest, so not exactly the places to meet eligible men. And we couldn’t understand Violet’s reluctance. She hadn’t brought someone home in a long time now, in fact hadn’t even gone on a date for years, living the life of a cloistered spinster. There was no reason for her decision, Karl and I didn’t need the sacrifice.
“Mom, we’d feel better if you found someone,” I said truthfully, concern in my eyes. “It’s odd that you’re home by yourself every night, cooking dinner on your own, eating in front of the TV before going to bed. It’s fine, but a little sad you know? We get worried.”
Most sons don’t have these types of heart-to-hearts with their mothers but as her only children, we were far more open.
“Don’t worry about me,” pooh-poohed Violet with a smile. “Besides, I have Alec Trebek and Pat Sajak, so I’m good. They’re the kings of small talk and witty comebacks, time flies when I’m with them.”
And we just shook our heads. Violet wanted to be alone and there wasn’t much we could do about it, short of creating a Match.com profile for her on the sly and forcing her to go out. So we gave up. Violet was a grown woman after all, perfectly capable of making her own decisions and finding her own path in life. But at least this trip was a nice change, it was good to shake up the landscape once in a while, take a break from the daily grind with a well-deserved vacation.