The Dealer's Wife

As usual, my old man was in a good mood that afternoon.
“I caught your brat sniffing your panties,” he growled, “Whatsamatter, he can’t get laid like a normal kid?”
“Maybe he’s particular about smelling a clean snatch,” I thought but didn’t answer, I didn’t want to get my ass whipped.

Tom glared at me, “I ain't feedin’ and supportin no perverts,’ he snarled, “Straighten him out or I throw him out.”
“Jesus Christ, Tom, he’s only seventeen, how the hell am I supposed to straighten him out?”

He laughed, as if he’d thought of something funny, “Let him smell your twat. Maybe a sample of the real thing can get him to act like a man.”
He stood up and picked up the briefcase next to his chair.
“I gotta see a couple guys. Remember what I said, give him a snort of the real thing.” He squeezed my tit, hard, and left.
“You bastard,” I said to the closed door, “One day you’re gonna get yours.”

I only stayed with Tom for the money. He dealt dope, always had a bundle of cash, and usually used so much of his own junk he couldn’t keep track of how much he had. So I was living good and had one hell of a big bank account in the Bahamas.
“The shithead acting tough again?” Carl, my son, stood in the doorway, “What’s his bitch this time?”
“He says he saw you sniffing my dirty panties. The crazy asshole wants me to let you smell my pussy.”

Carl grinned, “Hey, maybe he ain’t such a dumb prick after all. That’s a pretty good idea.”
Damn, I knew Tom would ask Carl if he’d smelled my pussy, and I knew he’d probably beat the shit out of me if I didn’t do what he said.
“You’re gettin’ as crazy as he is,” I told Carl, “You don’t really want to stick your nose in my crotch, do you?”

He got rid of the grin and got serious, “More than anything I can think of,” he said softly.
“What the hell,” I thought, Tom doesn’t pay any attention to it, may as well let someone get some enjoyment out of it.”
“Okay,” I sighed, sliding forward to the edge of the chair and raising my skirt, “Come on, have a ball.”

Carl knelt between my knees and pushed the crotch of my panties out of the way. I hadn’t counted on that.
“Mmm, much nicer than dirty drawers,” he said, and then I almost fainted when his tongue slid the length of my slit.
“Stop him!” my brain said, and my cunt shouted, “Don’t you dare!” My cunt won the argument.

I thrust my pussy to him, letting him know he didn’t have to stop. He licked the outside again, then parted my lips with his fingers and licked inside. His tongue was a magic wand, touching here and there and producing an electric charge of pleasure wherever it touched. Every nerve in my body was centered in my pussy, his tongue felt like a full sized prick when he shoved it deep and like a feather when he licked my clit. No one had ever eaten my pussy before and it didn’t take long for Carl to make me cum, an intense orgasm like I’d never had before and the first I’d had since I took up with Tom that I didn’t bring on with my fingers. With each contraction of my pussy a spasm shook my whole body, almost knocking me out of the chair. And with each one Carl stuck his tongue even farther inside.

At last I began to come down, relaxing, my breathing returning to normal, though my pussy continued to twitch and Carl continued to lick it. I pulled his face to mine and kissed him, his lips having a slightly musky taste.
“I don’t think that’s exactly what Tom had in mind,” I whispered, “And it surely wasn’t what I had planned. But it was better than anything anyone’s done for me in years.”
His grin stretched from ear to ear.
“Glad you liked it,” he said, “Always happy to be of service.”

His pants were sticking out and he stiffened up when I felt the bulge.
“This feel serious,” I said with a smile, and kneaded his prick through his pants. “I better do something about it.

He got a pained look on his face, his dick jumped in my hand, and he moaned, “Shit, Mom, you just did!” His cock jumped a half dozen more times, then began to get soft. The poor kid had been so horny I made him cum in his pants.
“I’m sorry, Sweetheart,” I told him and kissed him again, “Next time I’ll be more careful.”
He grinned, “So there's gonna be a next time? When?”
“Soon, I promise,” I laughed, “But now I need some time to recover. And you need some clean underwear.”

Tom did ask Carl if he’d sniffed my pussy the next night at supper.
Wonderful Carl said, “Yeah, it stunk like piss and sweat,” and Tom laughed.
“I know, that’s why I get my fuckin’ downtown.” The sonofabitch!

From then on Carl ate me every night when Tom was gone. And every night he was satisfied if I jacked him off as a reward. After the first few times I took off my panties instead of making him push the crotch aside, then I pulled his pants down rather than just take his dong out through the fly. By the end of our first month we’d both strip and go to his room, where I’d jack him off while he ate me.

Finally the night came when I closed my eyes, took a deep breath, and wrapped my lips around the head of his dick. It felt and tasted a hell of a lot better than I expected, and the reaction I got from Carl made it even better, so I began sucking it like a lollypop. I soon found out that he had a real sensitive spot just at the base of the head, and I learned to use my tongue to give him the most pleasure.

Just as I was reaching my peak he moaned, “Oh God, Mom, you better quit ‘cause I’m gonna cum!”
But I was too far gone to worry about him cumming in my mouth, my own cum exploded even more intense than the first time he ate me, and instead of stopping I kept his dick in my mouth while I jerked him off. His loud moan was muffled by my snatch as his cock jerked and spurted a gob of thick jizm that splattered against the roof of my mouth. I damn near threw up but managed to swallow that spurt just as another filled my mouth, then another, and another.

We fell asleep in the sixty-nine position and didn’t wake up till we heard Tom’s car pull in the drive.
We would have gone on like that for God knows how long, except for an odd turn of events. It seems that one of Tom’s competitors turned up dead, his throat cut and castrated. The police got an anonymous tip, searched Tom’s car, and found a bunch of drugs and a bloody knife. And since the blood on the knife matched the dead guy’s. Tom became a guest of the state for life plus. Hee hee hee

I bought a place out in the country and Carl moved into my bedroom. We turned our first night there into a honeymoon, starting out with our regular sixty-nine and then progressing into our very first fuck. God it was wonderful!!
Carl had an adventurous streak and wanted to try anything and everything, and I didn’t stop him. He’s so much gentler than Tom when he fucks my ass that I actually enjoy it. Of course, he always gives me an enema first, and uses lots of K-Y.
When Carl was nineteen he met Beth, a cute little redhead A few months later he told me she was just as wild as me, and he wanted to marry her, but didn’t want to stop fuckng me. I told him to tell her about us and see what happens. He did, and a week later she moved in with us. Whew, What a lovely girl! The first time I saw her naked I fell in love with her tiny boobs and her auburn muff And she squealed happily when she saw that I didn’t shave, either.

She was wild, all right, but had never sucked cock, so I taught her. And we made Carl teach both of us how to eat pussy. Then one night we were getting ready for bed and Beth suggested we take turns giving golden showers. Phew, stinky, but exciting as hell, and by the time we’d each pissed on the others and had a regular shower it don’t take much for us to cum.

Carl now works in construction, Beth is secretary in a law office, and I’m a teller in a local bank. We don’t need the money, I still have my fortune in the Caribbean, but we want to fit in with the rest of the citizens. and it lets us regain our strength for our nights.