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Doing it for Mama Part 3
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{Assm}
Author: Twominds8202@yahoo.com (mf experimentation, MF, mF inc)
Title: Doing it for Mama 3
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Part 3 of 5
The next morning, about eight, Jacob sat at the breakfast table with
Lessa and ate his Cheerios. He remembered the wonderful feeling from the
night before, his mother's hand on him. He thought about telling Lessa
about it, then thought better of it, remembering his promise. The three other
members of the family had gone to work and it was just he, Lessa, his
mother. Of course there was Gifford snoozing away in the bedroom,
evidently having flopped as soon as Lessa's folks woke up and out of the
bedroom.
Lessa leaned toward him and whispered, "Let's go see Uncle Gifford
again!"
Jacob shushed her with a finger to his lips and looked at his mother,
again, standing at the sink with her back to them. They ate their cereal in
silence. Jacob rose from the table and carried his and Lessa's bowl to the
sink. He stood behind his mother, and set the dishes on the drain board,
reaching around her waist on the right. Then he wrapped his other arm
around the other side and enclosed her in a hug. Surprised, she said, "Oh,
Jacob!" He hugged her tighter and moved his hand lightly over her stomach.
"Is it OK if me and Lessa go up to the school playground for a
while?" MacArthur School was only two blocks away.
"Sure, Honey, how long will you be gone?
"I don't know, at least an hour, maybe longer." Tommy and his sister
may be playing up there too."
"OK, Sweetie, you be careful, and be home by noon, OK?"
"Noon? OK! Can we stop at the corner store and get a popcicle since
we have that much time?"
"OK, Hon, but not a minute passed noon. Here's a nickel each," and
she reached into a coffee cup up on the shelf and fetched two nickels.
Lessa climbed down from her chair and they both walked through the
kitchen and living room, past the bathroom and toward the side door. As
they entered the vestibule, out of Ruth's sight, Jacob put a hand in front of
Lessa, then signaled her to be quiet. He opened the door, scuffed his feet a
few times and then shut it again. Quickly he peeked back at his Mom, she
was still busy at the sink. He put his finger to his lips, took Lessa by the
hand and they sneaked over the living room rug and into the hallway, headed
for Gifford's bedroom.
When they entered, Gifford was snoring away, shirtless, on top of the
bedspread, and on his stomach. His boxer shorts had slid down and the top
three inches of his butt cleavage peeked out above the waistband. They both
knew where they were going, and knelt and skittered under the bed.
"Can I see your peter again, Jacob?" Lessa asked.
"Yes, but don't even whisper if I give you the signal. Mom might
come in here again." So he pulled down his pants and displayed his
hardening sex to his little friend.
"Wow!" she whispered, "it's really big!" and reached for it, grasping
around it with a timid, tentative touch. Jacob noticed it was nothing like his
mother's touch, so confident, so firm. Lessa lay on her stomach, supporting
herself on her elbows, enthralled with this new plaything of hers, stroking it
lightly, carefully.
At that moment, Jacob somehow felt more grownup than she was, as
if there was something he knew about that she didn't. It was as if she were
too young to possibly know. Jacob heard footsteps coming up the hallway.
He shushed Lessa, who let go of his penis, and rolled onto her back, running
her hand down into her panties, but being very still. He then lay beside her,
and slowly massaged his own penis as he anticipated the next few events.
He heard the footsteps pause at the door, just as he had before. He
could hear his mother breathing deeply from across the room. Then,
apparently walking on her toes, he heard her pad toward the bed. Once
again he looked down at the brown penny loafers. He wondered if his
mother were disappointed with only Gifford's partial butt crack to look at.
He smiled. He peeked under the fringe of the bedspread and saw his
mother's feet spread, but with a difference. Her shoes were together and her
bare feet were placed either side of them. Her weight was on her toes and
she leaned against the bed. Again they heard her deep breathing.
"Ummmm," they heard Gifford croon.
"Do you like your ass rubbed?" asked Jacob's mother softly, almost
whispering.
"Only if you tickle my asshole with your finger," he said. His voice
was deep and sleepy-sounding.
"I can do that," Ruth said quietly. Then there was a pause.
"Yessss," they heard him sigh.
Then there was soft movement on the bed above Jacob and Lessa. He
turned to look at her and she was wide-eyed with wonder. Lessa's mouth
was open. Jacob again put his finger to his lips, and she nodded.
"I think I'd like to turn over," Gifford said.
"Wait, stay on your stomach a while." said Ruth. A pause again.
"Ummm, your tongue feels good," said Gifford.
Jacob sensed the bed dip a little and noticed that only one of his
mother's feet was showing. Her toes were splayed, and bent, obviously
leaning forward, perhaps with one knee up on the bed.
Jacob heard a smack of lips, "Your ass tastes good, sweetheart. Now
turn over Gifford, I want to see what I saw yesterday."
"Ho-ho! You saw my cock yesterday?"
"I did, and you were snoring away with it sticking up half-way to the
ceiling!" They both broke into laughter and it was all Jacob and Lessa could
do not to giggle.
The springs creaked as Gifford apparently turned over, and Ruth said,
"Oh God, Gifford."
Gifford hissed, "Suck it, baby!" Jacob heard his mother mouth
smacking and making a humming sound like she was eating ice cream.
Jacob felt the little girls fingers slip over his own penis, and saw her
smile sweetly at him as she moved silently. He loved the tender feeling of
her fingers. Suddenly, the bed jumped and Jacob looked, but could not see
his mother's foot as she was completely up in the bed with Gifford, the steel
springs were squeaking loudly.
"Lay still, Gifford, I want on top."
"Oh baby, do it!"
The bed bounced fiercely, and Jacob was afraid the slats would give
way. Lessa stopped touching him and froze by his side. In about five or six
minutes, the commotion rose to a crescendo and Jacob heard his mother
begin a low keening, and then opening up into a loud pleasurable scream. He
would have been disturbed, except she was chanting, "Yes, yes, yes!"
Then came Gifford's rumbling orgasm and the smell of stale cigarettes
mingled with fresh semen, drifted down to fill Jacob's and Lessa's lungs.
Lessa resumed her finger play, but Jacob had to halt her before he too
climaxed. All was still for a long while. Then they heard Gifford's snores
again, then the shift of a body, and Jacob saw his mother's shoes filled and
walking away from the bed, and out the door. He struggled to get his pants
up, and with Lessa, crawled out from under the bed. They peeked out the
door into the hallway, and Jacob peeked around to the right, hearing his
mother moving around, opening and closing drawers behind her bedroom
door. The children quietly moved down the hallway and across the living
room and out the door. "Where're we goin'?" Lessa asked.
"We still have another hour before we are supposed to be home, we
goin' to the playground, like we said."
"At twelve noon, Jacob and Lessa walked through the door, "We're
home!" He called.
As they walked through the living room, and then into the kitchen
they saw Gifford at the table with a mug of coffee, smoking a Camel. Ruth
was carrying a coffeepot to a second mug on the table. As she poured the
coffee, she spoke cheerily, "Hey kids, did you have a good time?"
"Yeah, said Lessa, but it got boring after a while. We didn't get our
popcicles either. Can I have a bologna sandwich?"
"Sure," said Ruth, and she went to the refrigerator and stood gathering
the lunch meat and a bottle of milk."
Jacob saw that she had on her blue summer housedress that buttoned
up the front, and had a low V, which revealed more a separation than a
straight-line cleavage. No bra, Jacob thought. He also noticed that her feet
were bare. He loved his mother's small, delicate feet, so smooth and
creamy. She padded back to the table, and went to the cabinet for bread and
milk glasses. He and Lessa munched their bologna and mustard sandwiches.
Gifford had the Toledo Blade folded in front of him, and it was open
to the movie section. "I see that "Bambi" is on at the Viking Theater."
"I saw it before," said Lessa. "It was good.
"If I had the money, I'd like to see it again," said Jacob.
"Me too!" said Lessa.
Gifford looked at his watch. "It starts at one o'clock, you could make
it if you leave now."
"No money," shrugged Jacob. Just the two nickels we didn't spend.
"Hey kids, my treat!" said Gifford.
"All right!" said Lessa.
Gifford fished in his sock for his money, and extracted two, one-dollar
bills. He gave them to Jacob. Then he paused, and then pulled out another
dollar and handed it to Jacob. "Get yourself some candy for dessert!"
"All right! That's a lot of money!" exclaimed Jacob.
"You'd better hurry," said his mother. "You've got a few blocks to
walk."
"Just three," said Jacob, but pushed the money deep into his pocket
and said to Lessa, "Let's go right now or we'll miss the beginning!" As they
left, Jacob and Lessa hurried down the sidewalk, two or three houses, then
Jacob slowed down, pulling her back, then ambling on leisurely in the
direction of the intersection where they would turn right, and then just two
long blocks more to the Viking. The sun was hot on their shoulders.
Lessa took his hand, and tickled his palm. "It's dark in the theater,"
she said, and giggled.
"I've got a better show in mind," said Jacob.
"Where?" she asked.
"Back at the house, silly."
"Oh yeah!"
"But we have to be careful and very quiet, give them a little time too,"
he cautioned. As they neared the intersection, Jacob said, "OK, let's go
back."
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