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Doing it for Mama Part 4
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Author: Twominds8202@yahoo.com (mf experimentation, MF, mF inc)
Title: Doing it for Mama 4
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Part 4 of 5
When they came to the house, they went to the side door, as always,
and carefully tried the knob. "Shit! It's locked," Jacob hissed through his
teeth. He took note that he himself never used that kind of language either,
but he was extremely frustrated and he had heard as bad already this
morning.
"We can get in through the cellar door," said Lessa, excited, "It's
locked, but the key is under a big rock, I saw your daddy use it one day."
"Maybe that's even better!" said Jacob.
So they went around back and found the key, then unlocked the nearly
horizontal door. It took them both to raise it up and it creaked loudly. After
they had closed it behind them, straining to not let it slam, they sat down on
the steps to rest, breathing loudly. In front of them was a large, round,
asbestos covered furnace. As their breath slowed, they heard some scuffling
noises behind it. Jacob also recognized his mother's voice as she laughed.
They're in the basement! he thought wildly. Then he relaxed, remembering
the heat vents. The large coal furnace heated the house by heating the
basement. Then the warm air would rise, it drifted up through open vents
into every room of the house. These ancient iron grills were about a foot
long, half a foot wide. They were located about a foot from the walls in
every room. When it was dark in the basement, they even filtered down a
faint light from above. He leaned toward Lessa, and whispered, "We have to
be extra quiet. All that's between us and them is a hot air register!"
In the dim light from the small basement window, they made their
way to the other side. The grill gave off a ray of light itself, coming down
from the bedroom above. When they stood at an angle, they were able to see
the side of the bed, up toward its head, close to the pillows. Periodically, the
bed would bounce and the bedspread would jerk and tremble. "Fuck me,
Gifford! Fuck me!" It was his mother's voice, but it sounded husky and
strange.
"I'm fuckin' baby, I'm fuckin'!" Then came the intermittent grunts
counterpoint to his mother's, "Oh--Oh--Oh!"
Then came a pause. Hey baby, suck me off?"
"Mmmmm, that's a thought!" Ruth said, and the bed squeaked as
positions were changed.
Jacob looked at Lessa, who was grinning mischievously, her hand in
her panties. Jacob himself was hardening quickly, in spite of a vague sense
of resentment about what was happening above them. Then came a sound of
irritation.
"What's this?" Gifford asked, obviously displeased.
"It's 69, Silly. I suck you, and you suck me," Ruth said. Jacob didn't
make the connection with the number, but his mother and Gifford sucking
each other at the same time flushed him with a sordid image. The idea of the
act itself was stunning. The fact that his mother suggested it completely
overwhelmed him, and not in an unpleasant way. He squeezed his penis
hard; then stroked it through his pants.
Then came Gifford's hard voice. "Do you make Whit do that for
you?"
His mother's voice sounded defensive and weak. "No, we've never
used our mouths, but I thought since I did it for you, you'd do it for me."
"Hell, I will!" he said. "I ain't puttin' my mouth on no fuckin'
pussy."
"But Gifford," she said, in a pleading tone.
"Shit no!" he said.
"I'm clean," Darlin'.
"Ruth, I said `No!'"
"OK, OK, I'm sorry," she said. "Here, I'll just do you."
Silence, except for smacking noises, five minutes of silence.
Then, "Now, see what you done?" Gifford said, "You spoiled it!
"How?" Ruth said, she sounded as if she was ready to burst into tears.
"I can't get it up thinkin' about gaggin' on your pussy! Just get the
hell outta here!"
Jacob and Lessa looked at each other wide-eyed. Finally, Jacob
shrugged and took her hand. "Let's go," he whispered.
When they came out of the basement through the cellar door, the
sunlight was bright in their eyes. They stood for a moment, getting used to
it. "It's like coming out of a movie," said Lessa.
"Yeah, some movie," he said, shaking his head. "Let's go see the real
one." They walked along, following their previous route.
"Jacob?"
"What?"
"Do you think my--my pussy would taste bad?" she asked. He
noticed that she didn't use the term "pee-pee" this time.
"I don't know, Gifford didn't want to taste of Mama's."
"Do you think your cock tastes good?"
"Gee, I don't know, Lessa; how would I know?"
"Maybe it tastes like a popcicle," she said.
They paused in their walk, looked at each other and broke into
uncontrolled laughter.
At the movie, they sat on the last row, in the darkest part of the
theater. This time of day, there were mostly children, and all of them sat
close to the screen. They had just sat down at the part where Thumper and
Bambi are skating on an ice pond, but they were not interested in the movie.
Lessa put her hand over on Jacob's crotch and massaged, but they
watched the screen, not wanting to call attention to themselves. Jacob's
hand was in between Lessa's legs, pressing on softness of her pubic mound,
her panties pushed aside. It was smooth and a little damp. He moved a
finger up and down her little slit, wiggling, trying to make entry, but she was
very tight. Finally, she placed her hand on either side of her outer labia and
pulled, opening herself a little. He felt his finger touch a warm, wet place,
and she jumped.
"Did you pee-pee?" he whispered.
"No, I don't think so," she said.
He moved his finger to his nose and sniffed. "No, it isn't pee-pee."
Lessa's eyes held him fast. He touched his fingertip to his tongue; she
was staring with open mouth and wide eyes. Then he licked his finger. It
don't taste bad."
Then he inserted it into his mouth and sucked. Lessa giggled. "Touch
me again," she said.
He returned his very wet finger to her vagina and moved about. As he
did, his finger slid across a little bump, just above her opening. He heard a
sharp intake of breath.
He jerked his hand away, "Did I hurt you?"
"No! Do it again!"
Back went his hand to the little button, and he gently tapped on it.
Lessa raised her hips in her seat, grinding into his hand until he was not
touching the button, but slipping all around it as she moved. Her vagina was
very wet now and she grabbed his wrist and pressed his hand tightly to her,
pressing his hand tightly between her thighs. Then she expelled a long
breath between her puckered lips.
"Ummm" she said. She snuggled close to him, put her head on his
shoulder, and promptly fell asleep.
After the movie, they walked slowly home. "Do you think that Uncle
Gifford and your Mom will, will--fuck again, Jacob? It was the first time
she had used that word.
"I don't know," said Jacob seriously, "he sounded awful mad at her."
"Yeah, and all because he didn't like to taste pussy," she said. It was
astounding to Jacob to hear this little girl talk this way. But then, he was
dumbfounded to hear his mother talk the same way. He had been brought up
by his mother and father never to use such language, though he heard it often
enough at school. Maybe you weren't supposed to use it unless you--well,
unless you were actually "fucking," he thought. At least, that's the way his
mother seemed to do.
"You need to be careful, Lessa. You might say "fuck" and "pussy" in
front of your mother and dad, and not even realize it! Then they'll want to
know where you heard such words."
Lessa laughed. "Yeah, and what will they say if I tell'em?" she
giggled.
Jacob stopped short, and looked squarely at her. Her smile ceased at
once. "Lessa, if you ever tell them, I think you'll have to move away, and
they won't ever let us see each other again!" He didn't know why he felt
this way, but he was sure that would be what happened.
Lessa sobered immediately; then broke into tears, throwing her arms
around Jacob. "Oh Jacob, I'll never tell! Please don't talk that way, I love
you!" She hugged him tight around his neck and cried against his chest.
"Lessa, I know you won't tell, but let's be really careful, OK?"
"OK, Jacob," she said brokenly, and dried her tears.
When they got home, they opened the now unlocked door, and walked
into the living room. Ruth was coming down the hall and came into the
living room all smiles. Jacob noticed that her eyes were red. "Did you like
the movie the second time around?"
"Yes!" Lessa, " I need to tell Uncle Gifford thank you."
"Ah, er, Darlin, he's gone." He said, he got a call down at the Round-Up
Club, and they told him they were canceling the rest of his leave and to catch
a train for Virginia tonight."
"Oh, well, we won't get to thank him for the movie," said Jacob.
"You liked the movie, did you?" Ruth asked.
"Yes, it was great!"
"Then why didn't you go till it was almost two o'clock?" She glanced
at Lessa who stared at her blankly.
"What?" said Jacob.
"Never mind Hon. You kids get washed, the rest of the family will be
home in a few minutes for supper."
Now, Jacob was on his rollaway bed again. He looked at the clock. It
was midnight, and he couldn't sleep. He thought about the fun he had at the
movie, and manipulated his penis as he visualized his activities with Lessa,
but then he puzzled about how his mother knew about their late trip to the
Viking Theater. What did all that mean?
"Jacob?" Jacob jumped and opened his eyes. His mother was standing
by his bed again. "Scoot over, Son."
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