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Subject: {ASSM} Signals 6 (mf, Fm inc) 
Date: Sun, 25 Mar 2001 22:10:03 -0500
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Note:  This story contains graphic sexual 
descriptions and should not be read where it 
is illegal or by people under the legal age 
under their local laws.

Note:  This story may not be changed or 
posted or otherwise used without permission 
from the author. "Hi!"



SIGNALS
Part 6
By OneGallus


I whirled away, wanting to stay, but afraid 
of being discovered.  I walked directly back 
to the motel office.  When I got there,  I 
opened the door and walked in to find Sonia 
all alone and looking down at a computer.  
She raised her eyes at me, and became 
alarmed, "Wayne, what is wrong?"

It was not until she asked me the question 
that I began to tremble.  I walked forward 
and put my hands on the counter in a effort 
to still them.  

"Wayne, are you OK?"

"Your father is fucking my mother,"  I said.  

"Oh God!," she said and staggered backward.  
She backed into a desk chair and sat down.  

"At least, they're naked together," 
qualifying my charge, "I just saw them."  

I went around the counter, and there she sat, 
her head in her hands, looking down.  "I 
really thought something was transpiring with 
them but this is a shock, Wayne.  I was not 
prepared for this."

I sat on the edge of the desk, which was 
below the counter about two feet.  My knees 
were trembling and I said, "I saw your car in 
front of a room and I went over there.  The 
drapes were not quite shut, and I looked in."

She put a hand on my knee, and started to 
speak, but I saw her eyes were full of tears 
and no sound came out.  I thought it was an 
awfully strong reaction for a girl brought up 
in the culture she had described to me 
earlier.  She began to take long breaths and 
soon her breathing evened out and she wiped 
the tears from her eyes.  She stared at me 
hard, studying me and I began to be very 
uncomfortable.  Then she stood up and came 
near me, between my dangling legs and took me 
into her arms and kissed me. 

Sonia leaned back from the embrace and said, 
"Wayne, you know, I am sure, that my father 
is my lover.  Other than Bharati, I never 
knew him to have sex with anyone else but me 
since my mother died."

Well, I thought, another revelation.  Aunt 
Bharati was involved in the mesh as well.

 "He told me earlier to have the maid freshen 
a room.  Where are they?"

"They're in room 40A."

She nodded her head.  "That is the one."  She 
looked at me worriedly, "Wayne, how are you 
feeling about this?"

"The same way you are,"  I said.

"But you cannot feel the same as I.  My 
father and I ..."  She paused and searched my 
face.    "Oh my God, Wayne Renfro,"   Her 
voice was low and sympathetic.  She hugged me 
again for a long moment.  "Is this true?"

"Yes, Sonia, it's true."

"Are you jealous?" she asked.

"Yes, in a way.  Are you?"

"I think so, but that is not the dominant 
emotion," she said. 

"What is the `dominant emotion?'"

"Uncertainty, an unsettled feeling," she 
said.

"Me too, and I think I feel a little afraid."  
I said.  "But you know what, Sonia?  My heart 
is pounding, and I can't help it, but I feel 
excited."  My cock had been aflutter since I 
had turned away from that window.

"Yes, I feel excited," Sonia said.

"Sonia, it's almost as if I want her more!  
God!  I can't believe this!"

She searched my eyes for a long moment.  
"Stay here, Wayne," she commanded.  If 
customers come, tell them I will return 
soon," and she crossed the room quickly to 
the front door, opened it, and went out into 
the night.

About five minutes passed, and I sat on the 
desk, my mind a whirl of erratic  images.  I 
walked to the side window and pulled aside 
the blind.  I saw both Sonia and her Aunt 
Bharati coming toward the office. They were 
halfway here and they paused and talked a 
while, before walking on.  I stepped away 
from the window, and went back behind the 
counter, thinking they might walk in any 
moment.  It was a full fifteen minutes before 
I saw them at the glass door and conversing 
still.  Bharati then walked away and Sonia 
entered.  She looked at me with a nervous 
smile.  

"You were right, they are fucking," she said, 
like someone unused to the word.  She took a 
deep breath, still with a corner of her mouth 
ticking into a grin intermittently.  She 
shook her head slowly and said to herself, 
"They are fucking."  She stared awhile at the 
floor.  Then she crossed the room and came to 
where I was standing behind the counter.  She 
took me by the hand and raised her face 
toward me, "Wayne Renfro, will you stay with 
me tonight?"

"What?"  

"I am not returning home.  I am staying in my 
room tonight, and I want you to stay with 
me." 

"But what about your father?"  

"What about him?"

"Won't he say no?  He's awfully protective of 
you."

"Fuck him.  Fuck Jaya Mathali!" she spat.  
Her eyes were filled with tears.

"But I can't feel that way about my Mom," I 
said to Sonia.

"Then let her fuck him!" she said, flaring 
into deeper anger, and turning from me.  

I stood, staring at the floor, realizing she 
must be hurting more than I was.  A full 
minute passed between us.

"I'm sorry, Wayne.  Tonight, I want you.  I 
need you.  Will you stay?"  She walked back 
to me and put her hands around my waist and 
pulled me tight against her. 

I thought about it.  What would Mom say?  
Would she object out of duty, out of jealousy 
or for some other reason?  Possibly.  But 
right then, with Sonia in my arms and my 
erect penis pressing against her stomach, I 
nodded my agreement.  Her hand came down over 
my crotch and she squeezed gently.  

The door opened, and a tired looking business 
man came in, and took note of our embrace.  
"Well," he said, I don't want to interrupt 
anything, but I do need a room.  Do you want 
me to come back later?"

"Oh no!" she laughed, wiping away the tears, 
"There is an opening."



An hour later Lea and Jay came through the 
front door.  "Sorry," Mom said, looking first 
to Sonia, then to me.  "Jay was showing me 
his business, and the time got away from us.  
He has quite an operation, Wayne."

Mom looked different.  Her hair was not quite 
the same as it was earlier, the part was too 
far to the right, I thought.  She even 
smelled different.  How was it Lea?  How was 
that outsized cock you were playing with a 
while ago?  Did it reach into places mine 
couldn't reach?  Did you suck on it?  Now 
that would have been a spectacle!  God, I 
wished I could have seen that!

"Oh that's OK, Mom, Sonia and I enjoyed our 
visit too," I said.

"Well, I guess I'll be going home."  She 
turned toward Sonia's father and smiled, "Jay 
said he would bring you when he brought 
Sonia," Mom said.  That had been our plan.

Jay smiled innocently, looking like a 
handsome, well contented Omar Shariff.  How 
was it Jay, I thought, how was my mother's 
pussy?  Maybe we could compare notes.  Maybe 
we could do her together some time.  Would 
you like that Jay?

"Oh father!" said Sonia,  "I won't be going 
home tonight.  I am staying here."

Jay frowned, "Why is that?  Does Bharati need 
you?"

"No, father, Wayne needs me."

"What?"

"Yes, we saw you fucking his mother tonight, 
and he is somewhat upset, as am I. Bharati 
saw you too."  

Jay stared at his daughter with saucer eyes, 
the dark skin turning white around them.  My 
mother looked at me with open mouth.  I 
grinned.  I couldn't help it.  Mom continued 
to stare at me, her lips now forming an "O,"  
trying to put it all together.

Jay said,  "Sonia, I will not have you defy 
me in such a manner and, and, and insult Mrs. 
Refro, Renfro!"  His voice was hard and his 
eyes flashed.  "Our tradition..."

"I am sorry Father, it is time for truth and 
for Bharati and I to take our fair place in 
our family and in our business.  We may be 
Indian, but now we are in America."

"I will not have..." Jaya spoke heatedly, his 
finger lifted high.

"Come Jay," Mom said, coming up beside the 
Indian taking his arm and hugging it into her 
breasts.  "Let's go back to the room and talk 
this over."

Jaya Mathali stood in frozen place, then his 
confused face gradually relaxed as he gazed 
at the tall pretty woman beside him.  She 
nodded her head toward him and smiled.  

"Come on Jay, come with me," she said.

He said nothing, but turned slowly, opening 
the door for Mom and himself.  As they 
stepped into the dark night, the mercury 
vapor lamps around the parking lot came on.


_____


Later, standing face to face in her room, Sonia 
slowly undressed me, insisting on what she 
called her "pleasure."  When only my briefs were 
left,  I insisted on taking "my pleasure," and 
stripped her down to her panties.  Then Sonia 
directed me to lie down on the bed, which I did, 
propping my head up with two pillows.  Sonia 
entered the bed from its foot and pushed herself 
up toward me, her knees spreading as she came.  
She lifted herself above my feet then scooted up 
my legs, and put her panty-clad pussy over the 
crotch of my own underwear.  She bent over me 
and enclosed me in her arms and kissed me, 
sending her tongue into my mouth and moving it 
about.  

My two hands were now on either of her buttocks, 
feeling her through the panties. I wanted to 
touch her nakedness.   I kissed her for a long 
while, running my fingers vertically along the 
crevice of her ass.  Sonia was now breathing 
heavily through her mouth, as was I.  

With her little body on me, I squared around and 
put my feet on the floor.  Sonia seemed a little 
surprised at this and she opened eyes 
questioningly.  I stood up, taking her with me, 
feeling her slight weight but lifting it easily; 
she hung there with her legs locked around my 
hips.  The hard nipples of her tiny naked 
breasts pressed into my chest as she resumed 
kissing me.  Slowly I turned around and lowered 
her to the bed in a sitting position. When I 
did, she stretched back on the bed, supporting 
herself with her elbows; her little breasts were 
flattened back, almost out of existence.  Her 
legs were spread obscenely wide.  Tufts of black 
hair curled out around the narrow strip of nylon 
fabric between her legs.  My erection was 
pushing against my briefs.  I saw her eyes 
locked on it, but she made no move to touch me. 

I knelt in front of her splayed legs, ran my 
hands around her hips and hooked the top of her 
panties with my fingers.   I pulled them down 
until the mattress stopped me. She raised her 
hips and I slid them off over her ankles. 

I stood up before her, and her eyes again locked 
on my protruding shorts.  I pulled them down and 
she gazed on my cock.  I knew it was smaller 
than the dark one she had entertained before, 
but mine was younger, whiter and different.  It 
was her age.  

"Oh, Wayne Renfro, you are beautiful to me!"

"And you are beautiful to me, Sonia."

"Wayne, my darling, you are a kind of first for 
me."

I looked at her, and she averted my eyes. Her 
own eyes began to glisten with tears.   Did she 
mean that though another man had been first 
sexually, that I was the first full choice that 
she had made?  I took it that way, and loved her 
for the feeling.  I knelt in front of her and 
looked at her small petite pelvis.  An 
incredible grove of long black hair sprouted up 
on to her abdomen, even past her mound.  A 
narrow trail of sparse hair climbed to her 
navel.   I drew her knees together in front of 
me, and laid my head in her lap.  She lay her 
hands on my head and face and we sat there for 
long minutes, not moving.  Then she lay back on 
her elbows and I felt the gentle lift of her 
pelvis. I turned my face downward, looking into 
the crevice formed by her closed legs.  The 
crevice widened and the legs came open.  I moved 
my face into the hair and luxuriated in its 
coarse feeling and pungent smell.  

I pulled her close to the edge of the bed, her 
legs wide spread; all that she had was before 
me.  I went into her dark labia with my tongue 
and licked the softness and the pink inside.  
Then I followed the thin track of hair up to her 
navel into which I sank my tongue, causing her 
to jump.  I came back down to the heavy fur 
between her legs, delighting in the contrast 
with my mother.  Sonia was so small, so girlish, 
so petite, and so dark.  Soon she was bucking 
against my mouth and I was following her swaying 
vulva, sucking and licking ever more quickly and 
vigorously, until she thrust sharply at me and 
groaned loudly.  

"Oh please, Wayne Renfro.  I have not 
experienced that before!" she whispered as she 
pulled me by my ears, of all things, into her 
crotch, where I again brought  her to 
fulfillment.  Again by my ears, she pulled me up 
to her face and kissed me.  I know she must have 
tasted herself on my wet mouth.  She pushed my 
head back slightly and said,  "And now, Wayne 
Renfro, I shall please you.  Please sit here."

I did, trading positions with her.  She took my 
hard cock into her hand and stroked it slowly 
twice, then set upon it with her mouth.  I was 
so keyed up with desire that I came in less than 
a minute.  Sonia did not let my semen escape, 
but sucked and swallowed until she had almost 
completely cleaned it away.  Then she licked the 
residue and held my penis against her face.  She 
looked up at me and smiled and said.  "Wayne 
Renfro.  This is only Monday and you are not the 
same boy you were Friday night."  

"No, I am different."  It was all I could say.  
However, my thoughts were these:  I am different 
because of my mother.  We have had this pleasure 
because of my mother.

We lay for awhile side my side on our backs.  I 
folded my leg on my knee and she folded hers, 
and our feet met, sole to sole.  My foot was a 
full two inches longer than hers was.  We 
extended our legs.  My leg was five inches 
longer.   She turned on her side and threw her 
leg over me, then sat up.  She reached below her 
pussy and guided my cock into the dark wetness.  
Now I felt the grip of her, so much more taut 
than my mother, a mother twice over, I 
remembered.  My hands went up to her waist and I 
clasped her there, so small, so slight.   Her 
hips began to snap and jerk and plunge and 
grind.  Something wonderfully soft struck the 
end of my penis and Sonia groaned.  She bent 
over me, her head just below mine.  She slipped 
my cock from her and pointed it into slickness 
above her opening where she ground it against 
her clitoris.  She jerked and cried out, then 
re-inserted the penis and drove herself down 
deep and deeper.  She sat up straight and 
groaned through clenched teeth, shuddering until 
she came, accenting each pleasurable pulse with 
a low breathy, "Oh, oh, oh..."  

She settled into stillness for a few moments, 
then she began to move,  increasing her pace.  I 
heard our wet tissues smacking together with 
each stroke of her hips.  She groaned, and then 
she laughed through her groan at the sound we 
were making.  I exploded inside her, lunging 
upward and jamming her hard several times.  She 
continued to move in the flow of my semen, until 
I felt it seeping out of her and onto my balls.  
Then we were there, still and content.  Then we 
were there, completely there. We were small and 
dark, light and large, young and there.

The End

Comments?  Suggestions?

OneGallus@yahoo.com


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