At the Motel With The Mitchells

Chapter 2: ‘Blowgies’

When Dad walked out on Mom and me, it was hard. I guess I don’t have to say that, but it hurt. It still hurts. He wasn’t exactly a deadbeat Dad. He remembered birthday presents and called every week, mostly. Money was tight, support and alimony was sometimes late. Often late. Mom was working 2 jobs. He was living thousands of miles away and I now had a baby sister I had never met. Still haven’t all these years later. Never will, I guess.

I had an Aunt & Uncle, Sharon & Bruce and a cousin Marie, 4 years older than me. Aunt Sharon was Dad’s sister. Marie & I had once been close. But after the divorce… It was like they divorced us too. I hadn’t realized at first that I would lose more than just my Dad. There’s a term I learned in school for that, “Collateral Damage”.

I like watching Mrs. Mitchell suck her son’s huge dick. Her cheeks going concave. Oh, I liked it even more when she gave me “a blowgie”. A look of extreme concentration on her face as if my dick is the most important thing in the world to her. Then her eyes would look deeply into mine as her tongue swirled around my shaft, everywhere at once combined with the gentle/then forceful sucking. Adults don’t pay attention to kids, don’t often look them in the eyes like this. Our eyes would lock on each other as shot after shot of cum filled her hungry eager mouth. But it was Dennis’ turn now.

I was still not fully comfortable with sex with Dennis… but she wanted me to be. I knew that I could never fully have her until I accepted this.

I wanted to.

I wanted her.

She reached out to me and I could taste Dennis’ cum on her tongue, her lips. Alice rolled over on her back and I was on top of her, I was inside her. So deep. So fucking deep. Peaches. The smell of peaches and sex.

How could I resist?