She started on my fleshy labia by trying to suck both of those puffy lips into her mouth. The right one first, then the left. I was already on the verge of climaxing, and she had just begun. If I thought her mouth was driving me crazy, I was totally unprepared for her tongue. She used it like a paint brush, making broad strokes that began at my asshole, and ended just past my bursting clit. These strokes were incredibly slow, covering all my screaming nerve endings. This went on for, at least, five of the most happily torturous moments of my life. It was unbelievable that there was more to come.
Her next trick was to concentrate her tongue exclusively on my asshole. She lathered it with both her saliva and my natural juices, and commenced to try to drive her tongue through the heavily muscled ring. The sensation was so intense that my asshole puckered tightly, making it impossible for her tongue to travel very far. It took only a few seconds, though, to get used to the feeling. As soon as I began to relax, Mai buried it to the limit. She pumped it in and out before alternating with a side-to-side flicking. Again, I thought, it was the best new sensation of my life.
Suddenly, she withdrew her tongue, but before I could mourn its absence, she replaced it with her thick, juice- covered thumb. It was the widest object I had ever had imbedded in my asshole, and it made me believe that I could have easily accepted something quite a bit larger. My gaze fell on Lonnie's resurrected prick, and I filed away that possibility of it for future use.
Mai kept her thumb working and attacked my cunt with her persistent tongue. She repeated the actions she had used on my asshole while adding a few new erotic twists. Even without her touching my clit, I thought I was going to come.
But Mai was anticipating me. Her mouth left my steaming cunt, but not before, again, filling the empty hole. This time she used two fingers, sinking them as deep as my virgin membrane would allow. It was only then that Mai's tongue found its way to my super-sensitive joy button.
Her tongue was like a snake's, flicking continually at my ultra-heated tissue. Even with her various fingers lodged in my orifices, my hips gyrated and bucked, almost disengaging the pleasure-giving mouth from my blood- filled trigger.
The familiar contractions started deep inside of me, but with both my hungry holes filled and feeding on finger- flesh, I knew that this orgasm was going to be my most fantastic. My entire body was convulsing out of control, and my skin seemed to have reached a temperature of two-hundred degrees. My mouth-sucked nipples and tongue- lashed clit felt like they were going to explode. Never before had my body been so passionately wracked. To stifle my orgasmic scream, I had to bite down hard on my lips. Finally, I passed out from the maddening sensations.
I don't know how long I was out, but when I came to, I found that I was heading for another orgasm. Mai had taken my sensitive clitoral nub between her lips, and seemed to be trying to suck it down her throat. Her tongue was whipping the tip, bringing me again to the door of ultimate heaven.
With my sexual throes building and building, my brother loomed in front of me, and filled my face with his erect, ready-to-come prick. The expression on his face told me he was moments away from his own orgasm, and his ferocious cock-pumping confirmed it. Before, I closed my eyes as I was about to come, but this time I didn't.
The key to this orgasm was the white cream, that began to shoot from the tiny hole in the mushroomed-head of his prick, splashing warmly on my face. My tongue tried to get as much of the drippings as was possible in my frenzied state. But I was finding it a more difficult task than I could have imagined. It seems the climactic waves of my second consecutive orgasm were washing over my body with no less intensity than the first. To my sexually whipped mind, the sensations seemed to last for hours.
Mai left the vee of my legs and replaced Lonnie in front of my cum-covered face. Quite tenderly, she began kissing my lips with an emotion that I could only construe as love. After a long and delightful moment, she broke the kiss and gave my face a thorough tongue bath, ridding my flushed skin of the produce of my brother's spent passion.
I was too exhausted to utter my sincere thanks to Mai and my brother, but I'm sure they saw it in my glistening eyes. Placing my head on the blonde woman's voluptuous chest and closing my hand around Lonnie's virile but dormant organ, I closed my eyes and slept the sleep of the ravished.
CHAPTER EIGHT
The next morning found the three of us tangled in each other's arms and legs. We were still naked, and our skin retained the smell of last night's sexual exertions. I was definitely sore from the muscular contortions that were orgasmically inflicted on me. But I knew it would only be temporary, and would disappear after a hot bath.
Lonnie quickly excused himself from our company, explaining that he had to play in a baseball game. But he did say that he would be back for more fun and games as soon as the Sunday competition was over. Mai and I reluctantly waved goodbye to the only male flesh that we had available. We told him that he had better single- handedly end the game as quickly as possible or forego a much more sensual activity. He yelled back that not even an extra inning, scoreless tie could keep him away from our sex-thrilling bodies.
I was secretly kind of glad that Lonnie had left. It would give me a few private moments to discuss with Mai a subject I didn't want to bring up in front of him. But before any conversation could take place, I had to make and serve breakfast to my mother.
As soon as I entered her room with the food tray, she started in on me. I was totally taken aback by the confrontation. Never, in the last few years of my mother's invalidism, had I heard her utter more than a couple of words. Her anger was ugly, and there was no one else with me to help diffuse it.
'Where is your father?' she spit out at me.
'He had to go away on business. Didn't he tell you?' I asked, beginning to feel very defensive.
'Yes, now I remember. Your brother brought my dinner, last night. But that is no excuse to be late with my breakfast!' she snarled.
'I'm sorry, Mother,' I apologized. It was true that I had not noticed the time. 'It won't happen again.'
'You can bet your little ass, it won't happen again! If I had the strength in me, I would knock you silly! Come closer. I want to see what my insolent offspring has turned into,' she demanded.
I obediently walked over to the side of her bed. Instead of getting dressed before delivering my mother's breakfast, I had thrown on an old threadbare robe to cover my nakedness. She was so intently staring at me, I was beginning to feel very nervous.
'I must admit, you have turned into quite a fine-looking woman,' she said almost to herself. 'Take off your clothes, I want to see what you really look like.'
The demand she made on me was the most unsettling request I could remember. She was obviously crazy. I was just about to turn and leave her room when she repeated her bizarre order. She might have been mad, but I was still her daughter. With tears beginning to run down my cheeks, I unbuttoned the robe and let it fall to my feet.
'Um, very nice. You look exactly like I did when I was your age. I bet all the horny boys are sniffing up to you now, not to mention your slime of a brother. Has he ever put his filthy hands on you, Lana?' she yelled, continuing to stare at my body.
'No, Mother,' I lied. There was no way that I, was going to tell her the truth. She might have gathered the strength, somewhere, and tried to kill me.
'What about your horrid excuse of a father? Did he ever try to touch you? I know that man, and he is capable of doing the most perverted things. Always trying to put his slimy cock into my virgin body. Well, never again! Never, ever again!' she said, looking like her tirade was beginning to take its toll on her diminished condition.
I didn't bother to answer the one question that I could have given an honest, and for her purposes, satisfactory answer.
It soon appeared that she had lapsed into her own thoughts. It was a good time, I thought, to steal out of the mad woman's room. I had just picked up my robe, and turned from the bed to put it on when my mother spoke again.
'Get over here, Lana. We are not finished with our mother-daughter conversation, yet. And don't put that robe back on until I tell you to!' she tried to scream. Her voice was already showing the effects of her ranting and she was gradually turning hoarse.
