Coming home (Fiction)
In 1976 I was seven years old. I was in second grade and living
in Minnesota. My father worked in a lumber mill, and my mother
was a topless dancer. Dad always smelled of freshly cut
wood. We knew he d had a hard day if he came home smelling
of cedar. But it was mostly pine his company was harvesting
out of Canada illegally. Mom would have her friends come
over during the day before she went to work to practice dance
steps and try new make-up schemes. As an adolescent boy,
with hormones not yet discovered, it still gave me a raging
hard-on to see all those tits running around the house.
But I would catch myself looking at my own mom that way, and
before I could stop it, I would think things like Wow, nice
nips! or Oh mommy! It was that last one that bothered
me the most. Anyone but my mom
One of my moms friends had a daughter three years older
than me, and she was often over at the house as well. Her name
was Holly. Holly Shanahan. Holly was, shall we say, developing
early in life. That was being nice about it. I was only four
and a half feet tall at the time, and she towered over me like
a Sequoia. She had to have been five and a half feet tall at
least. It was unnerving at times, like when she wanted to
see what I was doing and would just lean over me, blocking
out the sun. But I learned to like it. They were noticeable
at first, but there was a time there that everyday her boobs
looked bigger. Fuller. Rounder. Perkier. It was worth
getting up in the morning just to see her walk through the
door. I had a feeling building inside me, and it grew every
time I saw Holly. And here lately, other things had started
to grow as well. I was having to be careful not to stare too
long, or things became noticeable to everyone. And this
was a great thing to keep a secret. At least for now.
Considering the way I was being brought up, I knew what sex
was when I was three. But it never made much sense to me. But
things were changing for me, and Holly Shanahan as well.
It was on a Friday afternoon as my mom and her friends were
all scurrying around getting everything together at the
last minute for work. Dad had just come in, bringing in the
smell of pizza with him. I was sitting on the couch just watching
everything going on. Dad saw me and winked at me as he does.
Mom saw the pizza and looked at me, then back at dad, and gave
him a big kiss and thanked him. I smiled. I loved seeing them
like that. Seeing them together is so rare now that Im old
enough o be at home alone. Its an hour at most, just till
dad gets home. But as dad headed for the kitchen and mom for
the bathroom, I pair of arms came over the couch and grabbed
the waist of my jeans and pulled me over the couch to the floor
behind. It was Holly.
I explained the size difference between Holly and myself,
but what I didnt mention was what Holly looked like. Holly
was what men referred to in ancient times as a Goddess.
Her hair had never been cut. It was below her ass. It was naturally
curly and thick as woven rope. And it was red. Not just red,
but RED. It was the fire at the center of the sun RED. It was
beautiful. It was spectacular. It was a hair fetishs wet
dream. And the only thing that could pull your eyes away
from the beautiful hair, were the emerald green eyes, captured
by her beautiful face. Her eyes were those of a cat. They
sparked in the light. To see her close up, it was like looking
at a picture. She was perfect as far as appearances go, but
she still had a little of the tomboy in her and as she used
her size to pick on me from time to time. She liked to spin
me in a circle and let go and watch me get sick. I have to admit
I thought it was fun too. Even getting sick.
But this wasnt what she was doing now. Now, she had me lying
in the floor with her knees on my arms holding me down. It
felt as if she was trying to get something out of my pocket,
and there wasnt anything in my pockets that I knew of. But
then, she unfastened the top button of my jeans and pulled
the zipper down. Wait a minute! I said, but she didnt.
She grabbed the waist and pushed them down my legs. I started
to say something when her white cotton panties came down
and covered my mouth. I was still trying to talk, but it was
all muffled by her crotch. I then realized that her panties
were wet and there was a smell that made me a little hot as
well. But by this time, her hands were pushing my underwear
down to be with my pants. I could feel the firmness of her
tits against my stomach. She came back up, pressing her
panties even harder into my face. She wiggled a little,
and this made me open my mouth wider so I could lick her as
she did. I could feel her hair brushing against the top of
my head, moving back and forth. She laid back down on me,
and suddenly, my dick felt very hot. Not fire hot, but washcloth
hot. It was a great, yet strange sensation. But then it hit
me why it felt like that. Holly was sucking on my penis. What
in the hell? Mouth to nasties contact? Ewww. But all that
was separating my mouth from hers was her panties. And they
were failing in the protection department. She was getting
wetter and wetter by the minute. It was a mini sauna on my
face. And I had a very strong urge to lick her nasties as well.
But my arms were pinned, and I couldnt move. So I grabbed
her panties in my teeth and began to grind then to shreds.
I got my first taste of pussy chewing through the barrier
that protected them. It was sweet, with a tart kick that
made more a necessity. My teeth were strong and it didnt
take long for the first hole to open up. It was right at the
top of her pussy. She had no hair here yet, but her mother
didnt have any there either. Maybe a family thing. But
the hole was big enough for my tongue to fit through, so thats
where I put it. It was so wet and slick as my tongue slid along
the thin folds of skin that were there. Something hard stopped
my tongues movement, and Holly flinched enough to kick
me in the head. It seemed the thing to do, so I flicked the
hard spot with my tongue. She moaned lightly. I did it again.
She shifted a little and sighed. I did it faster and she began
to twitch with every flick of my tongue. She was really doing
a good job on me. My penis was fully hard and she was trying
to swallow it whole. It felt wonderful, but I couldnt help
enjoying making her twitch like that. I moved my tongue
as fast as I could over that little hard spot and she began
to moan a little louder and her twitching became a steady,
yet light, shaking. I started to feel something inside
of me tingle. It was extremely pleasurable, but it started
to feel like I had to pee. I didnt want to pee in her mouth,
but she was holding me down, so my choices were limited.
Her shaking was getting stronger, and that was not helping
my wanting to pee at all. I kept licking her out of fear that
I would pee, hoping to take my mind off it I did it harder,
and stronger. She started to moan loudly. I knew someone
was going to hear her, but I had other concerns right now.
And with that, something started running down my face and
into my mouth. It was creamy and a little salty. It tasted
really good to me, but I wondered if it was pee. It was too
thick to be that. But it did excite me to know that I made her
do that. Just then, the urge I had couldnt contain itself
any longer. It was happening. But it wasnt pee. It was a
feeling beyond all other feelings. Something was coming
out of me, and into her mouth, I knew that was happening.
But she didnt mind. But I wanted to know what this was that
was making me cross-eyed. My body had electricity flowing
all through it. My god, what a feeling. I fell back and lay
there motionless. She rolled over and lay there beside
me. We were both breathing hard and just speechless.
That was until my mom called my name. I jerked my pants on
as Holly snuck out around the side of the couch unnoticed.
I gathered myself together and came out the opposite side
yelling What? I looked at Holly who was now sitting in
the big green chair. Her hair was glowing against the dark
background of the chairs fabric. Her eyes locked on me as
I crossed the room, and I returned the look. I ran into the
doorway, making her laugh, and making me blush.
Its been thirty-three years since that happened. And
where do you think I am now? Im home for my grandmothers
funeral, behind the couch with Holly, doing all the same
things over again.
Who says you cant come home?
VSS III
June 26, 2001
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