The Organization Chapter 3 (m/f)

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Chapter 3

I was so eager to get home and relieve myself I almost didn’t notice the old green Honda in front of my mom’s house. Dad had died when I was 8 so it was just the two of us. He had left quite a nest egg and we were comfortably lower middle class. I don’t think mom ever really got over it and started in on the world’s alcohol supply. Dad was able to set up a number of accounts that supported us through a few revenue streams and I was to receive access to one of the larger accounts when I turned 21. Mom was comfortable enough to not work and spend her days at the local pub. She had lost her license when I was 10 but fortunately the Cosgroves were able to drive me to school most days.

I always held an image of my mother from when I was young. 5’ 7”, long dark hair, slim with a bubble butt and B+ boobs. She would have been considered a MILF if Dad’s death hadn’t done such a number on her. Age, alcohol and cigarettes had done a number on her though she still had attractive qualities.

I entered the house and the smell of booze and cigarettes hit my nose. Most people would find the smell oppressive but honestly it just smelled like home to me. It was the same smell that had accompanied every Christmas since I was 9, every birthday, every evening watching movies. Of course when I was 13 I moved into our guest house… well guest shack and made it mine. It was cold as hell in the winter but at least it was clean and something of a haven most of the time. It shared a wall with the main house but you had to leave the house to enter. I think it was meant to just be storage but it had its own sink and bathroom. I practically ran to my room and pulled off my pants wrapping my hand around my hardening dick.

I opened the picture Justine had sent and laid on top of my bed. There was still some wetness from Justine’s mouth and I tried to imagine her grunts and moans into my dick. The day had been long and the afternoon surprisingly erotic so my penis was quick to respond. It was about then that I noticed the first sounds.

“Fuck baby, that’s good. I love how you wrap your lips around my dirty cock. My wife doesn’t do it half so good.” My hand froze it’s up and down movement as feelings of shame descended over me. After my father’s death, mom had found solace in more than just alcohol. It wasn’t so bad when I was a child and I thought they would go to my mother’s room to work out. It was like a rotating case of uncles who all knew I was the key to my mom’s good graces. Once I understood though, there was something of an unhealthy obsession that formed. I knew it was wrong but I would sneak to the doorway, which was open half the time, and watch whatever stranger was my mother’s companion. She wasn’t abusive and the men weren’t terrible. It was hedonistic and desperate. I guess I was also fucked up. My hand started moving up and down my damp shaft again. I tried to focus on Justine’s sweet face, her smile as she kissed the side of my cock. But those thoughts were interrupted.

“Of fuck baby, you’re so big. It’s the size of my forearm.” I heard her gruff voice through the wall, followed by a gagging sound and deep moan. I could hear her move up and down, I was sure her makeup was a mess and spit everywhere.

“Lay down on the bed, put your face here so I can fuck your throat.” There was a shuffling around on the other sound of the wall. I tried to imagine Justine taking the same position, the sudden sounds of gagging and sputtering coming from here.

“I need you to put it in me,” her voice called out during a brief reprieve.

“Oh fuck yes baby” I heard a deep voice say followed by the high pitch laughter women make as they’re manhandled. I was startled by a thump against my shared wall, then a low moan that went higher and higher and he penetrated her wet pussy. My hand was a blur up and down my shaft as the picture on my phone laid there staring up. A rhythmic thumping against the wall proceeded to the accompaniment of nearly unintelligible strings of words. “Oh fuck, oh fuck, OH FUCK, OOH FUCK!!” “Its so big baby, the biggest dick I’ve ever had in me. Oh Baby, Fuck”

I felt that familiar tightening as I stopped to pretend to feel shame.

“Take me from behind baby” The clarity and volume of her screams became louder as I realized she must be facing the wall now. My own ministrations grew faster and more desperate. A piercing scream and grunt later and the room fell silent while my own cum arced out.

I laid there in my own spunk as I listened to their quieter post-game. I quickly took a picture of my still hard cock and cum then texted Justine back, *you better believe I did ;)*

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