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Note: This story contains graphic sexual
descriptions and should not be read where it
is illegal or by people under the legal age
under their local laws.
Note: This story may not be changed or
posted or otherwise used without permission
from the author. "Hi!"
SIGNALS
Part 6
By OneGallus
I whirled away, wanting to stay, but afraid
of being discovered. I walked directly back
to the motel office. When I got there, I
opened the door and walked in to find Sonia
all alone and looking down at a computer.
She raised her eyes at me, and became
alarmed, "Wayne, what is wrong?"
It was not until she asked me the question
that I began to tremble. I walked forward
and put my hands on the counter in a effort
to still them.
"Wayne, are you OK?"
"Your father is fucking my mother," I said.
"Oh God!," she said and staggered backward.
She backed into a desk chair and sat down.
"At least, they're naked together,"
qualifying my charge, "I just saw them."
I went around the counter, and there she sat,
her head in her hands, looking down. "I
really thought something was transpiring with
them but this is a shock, Wayne. I was not
prepared for this."
I sat on the edge of the desk, which was
below the counter about two feet. My knees
were trembling and I said, "I saw your car in
front of a room and I went over there. The
drapes were not quite shut, and I looked in."
She put a hand on my knee, and started to
speak, but I saw her eyes were full of tears
and no sound came out. I thought it was an
awfully strong reaction for a girl brought up
in the culture she had described to me
earlier. She began to take long breaths and
soon her breathing evened out and she wiped
the tears from her eyes. She stared at me
hard, studying me and I began to be very
uncomfortable. Then she stood up and came
near me, between my dangling legs and took me
into her arms and kissed me.
Sonia leaned back from the embrace and said,
"Wayne, you know, I am sure, that my father
is my lover. Other than Bharati, I never
knew him to have sex with anyone else but me
since my mother died."
Well, I thought, another revelation. Aunt
Bharati was involved in the mesh as well.
"He told me earlier to have the maid freshen
a room. Where are they?"
"They're in room 40A."
She nodded her head. "That is the one." She
looked at me worriedly, "Wayne, how are you
feeling about this?"
"The same way you are," I said.
"But you cannot feel the same as I. My
father and I ..." She paused and searched my
face. "Oh my God, Wayne Renfro," Her
voice was low and sympathetic. She hugged me
again for a long moment. "Is this true?"
"Yes, Sonia, it's true."
"Are you jealous?" she asked.
"Yes, in a way. Are you?"
"I think so, but that is not the dominant
emotion," she said.
"What is the `dominant emotion?'"
"Uncertainty, an unsettled feeling," she
said.
"Me too, and I think I feel a little afraid."
I said. "But you know what, Sonia? My heart
is pounding, and I can't help it, but I feel
excited." My cock had been aflutter since I
had turned away from that window.
"Yes, I feel excited," Sonia said.
"Sonia, it's almost as if I want her more!
God! I can't believe this!"
She searched my eyes for a long moment.
"Stay here, Wayne," she commanded. If
customers come, tell them I will return
soon," and she crossed the room quickly to
the front door, opened it, and went out into
the night.
About five minutes passed, and I sat on the
desk, my mind a whirl of erratic images. I
walked to the side window and pulled aside
the blind. I saw both Sonia and her Aunt
Bharati coming toward the office. They were
halfway here and they paused and talked a
while, before walking on. I stepped away
from the window, and went back behind the
counter, thinking they might walk in any
moment. It was a full fifteen minutes before
I saw them at the glass door and conversing
still. Bharati then walked away and Sonia
entered. She looked at me with a nervous
smile.
"You were right, they are fucking," she said,
like someone unused to the word. She took a
deep breath, still with a corner of her mouth
ticking into a grin intermittently. She
shook her head slowly and said to herself,
"They are fucking." She stared awhile at the
floor. Then she crossed the room and came to
where I was standing behind the counter. She
took me by the hand and raised her face
toward me, "Wayne Renfro, will you stay with
me tonight?"
"What?"
"I am not returning home. I am staying in my
room tonight, and I want you to stay with
me."
"But what about your father?"
"What about him?"
"Won't he say no? He's awfully protective of
you."
"Fuck him. Fuck Jaya Mathali!" she spat.
Her eyes were filled with tears.
"But I can't feel that way about my Mom," I
said to Sonia.
"Then let her fuck him!" she said, flaring
into deeper anger, and turning from me.
I stood, staring at the floor, realizing she
must be hurting more than I was. A full
minute passed between us.
"I'm sorry, Wayne. Tonight, I want you. I
need you. Will you stay?" She walked back
to me and put her hands around my waist and
pulled me tight against her.
I thought about it. What would Mom say?
Would she object out of duty, out of jealousy
or for some other reason? Possibly. But
right then, with Sonia in my arms and my
erect penis pressing against her stomach, I
nodded my agreement. Her hand came down over
my crotch and she squeezed gently.
The door opened, and a tired looking business
man came in, and took note of our embrace.
"Well," he said, I don't want to interrupt
anything, but I do need a room. Do you want
me to come back later?"
"Oh no!" she laughed, wiping away the tears,
"There is an opening."
An hour later Lea and Jay came through the
front door. "Sorry," Mom said, looking first
to Sonia, then to me. "Jay was showing me
his business, and the time got away from us.
He has quite an operation, Wayne."
Mom looked different. Her hair was not quite
the same as it was earlier, the part was too
far to the right, I thought. She even
smelled different. How was it Lea? How was
that outsized cock you were playing with a
while ago? Did it reach into places mine
couldn't reach? Did you suck on it? Now
that would have been a spectacle! God, I
wished I could have seen that!
"Oh that's OK, Mom, Sonia and I enjoyed our
visit too," I said.
"Well, I guess I'll be going home." She
turned toward Sonia's father and smiled, "Jay
said he would bring you when he brought
Sonia," Mom said. That had been our plan.
Jay smiled innocently, looking like a
handsome, well contented Omar Shariff. How
was it Jay, I thought, how was my mother's
pussy? Maybe we could compare notes. Maybe
we could do her together some time. Would
you like that Jay?
"Oh father!" said Sonia, "I won't be going
home tonight. I am staying here."
Jay frowned, "Why is that? Does Bharati need
you?"
"No, father, Wayne needs me."
"What?"
"Yes, we saw you fucking his mother tonight,
and he is somewhat upset, as am I. Bharati
saw you too."
Jay stared at his daughter with saucer eyes,
the dark skin turning white around them. My
mother looked at me with open mouth. I
grinned. I couldn't help it. Mom continued
to stare at me, her lips now forming an "O,"
trying to put it all together.
Jay said, "Sonia, I will not have you defy
me in such a manner and, and, and insult Mrs.
Refro, Renfro!" His voice was hard and his
eyes flashed. "Our tradition..."
"I am sorry Father, it is time for truth and
for Bharati and I to take our fair place in
our family and in our business. We may be
Indian, but now we are in America."
"I will not have..." Jaya spoke heatedly, his
finger lifted high.
"Come Jay," Mom said, coming up beside the
Indian taking his arm and hugging it into her
breasts. "Let's go back to the room and talk
this over."
Jaya Mathali stood in frozen place, then his
confused face gradually relaxed as he gazed
at the tall pretty woman beside him. She
nodded her head toward him and smiled.
"Come on Jay, come with me," she said.
He said nothing, but turned slowly, opening
the door for Mom and himself. As they
stepped into the dark night, the mercury
vapor lamps around the parking lot came on.
_____
Later, standing face to face in her room, Sonia
slowly undressed me, insisting on what she
called her "pleasure." When only my briefs were
left, I insisted on taking "my pleasure," and
stripped her down to her panties. Then Sonia
directed me to lie down on the bed, which I did,
propping my head up with two pillows. Sonia
entered the bed from its foot and pushed herself
up toward me, her knees spreading as she came.
She lifted herself above my feet then scooted up
my legs, and put her panty-clad pussy over the
crotch of my own underwear. She bent over me
and enclosed me in her arms and kissed me,
sending her tongue into my mouth and moving it
about.
My two hands were now on either of her buttocks,
feeling her through the panties. I wanted to
touch her nakedness. I kissed her for a long
while, running my fingers vertically along the
crevice of her ass. Sonia was now breathing
heavily through her mouth, as was I.
With her little body on me, I squared around and
put my feet on the floor. Sonia seemed a little
surprised at this and she opened eyes
questioningly. I stood up, taking her with me,
feeling her slight weight but lifting it easily;
she hung there with her legs locked around my
hips. The hard nipples of her tiny naked
breasts pressed into my chest as she resumed
kissing me. Slowly I turned around and lowered
her to the bed in a sitting position. When I
did, she stretched back on the bed, supporting
herself with her elbows; her little breasts were
flattened back, almost out of existence. Her
legs were spread obscenely wide. Tufts of black
hair curled out around the narrow strip of nylon
fabric between her legs. My erection was
pushing against my briefs. I saw her eyes
locked on it, but she made no move to touch me.
I knelt in front of her splayed legs, ran my
hands around her hips and hooked the top of her
panties with my fingers. I pulled them down
until the mattress stopped me. She raised her
hips and I slid them off over her ankles.
I stood up before her, and her eyes again locked
on my protruding shorts. I pulled them down and
she gazed on my cock. I knew it was smaller
than the dark one she had entertained before,
but mine was younger, whiter and different. It
was her age.
"Oh, Wayne Renfro, you are beautiful to me!"
"And you are beautiful to me, Sonia."
"Wayne, my darling, you are a kind of first for
me."
I looked at her, and she averted my eyes. Her
own eyes began to glisten with tears. Did she
mean that though another man had been first
sexually, that I was the first full choice that
she had made? I took it that way, and loved her
for the feeling. I knelt in front of her and
looked at her small petite pelvis. An
incredible grove of long black hair sprouted up
on to her abdomen, even past her mound. A
narrow trail of sparse hair climbed to her
navel. I drew her knees together in front of
me, and laid my head in her lap. She lay her
hands on my head and face and we sat there for
long minutes, not moving. Then she lay back on
her elbows and I felt the gentle lift of her
pelvis. I turned my face downward, looking into
the crevice formed by her closed legs. The
crevice widened and the legs came open. I moved
my face into the hair and luxuriated in its
coarse feeling and pungent smell.
I pulled her close to the edge of the bed, her
legs wide spread; all that she had was before
me. I went into her dark labia with my tongue
and licked the softness and the pink inside.
Then I followed the thin track of hair up to her
navel into which I sank my tongue, causing her
to jump. I came back down to the heavy fur
between her legs, delighting in the contrast
with my mother. Sonia was so small, so girlish,
so petite, and so dark. Soon she was bucking
against my mouth and I was following her swaying
vulva, sucking and licking ever more quickly and
vigorously, until she thrust sharply at me and
groaned loudly.
"Oh please, Wayne Renfro. I have not
experienced that before!" she whispered as she
pulled me by my ears, of all things, into her
crotch, where I again brought her to
fulfillment. Again by my ears, she pulled me up
to her face and kissed me. I know she must have
tasted herself on my wet mouth. She pushed my
head back slightly and said, "And now, Wayne
Renfro, I shall please you. Please sit here."
I did, trading positions with her. She took my
hard cock into her hand and stroked it slowly
twice, then set upon it with her mouth. I was
so keyed up with desire that I came in less than
a minute. Sonia did not let my semen escape,
but sucked and swallowed until she had almost
completely cleaned it away. Then she licked the
residue and held my penis against her face. She
looked up at me and smiled and said. "Wayne
Renfro. This is only Monday and you are not the
same boy you were Friday night."
"No, I am different." It was all I could say.
However, my thoughts were these: I am different
because of my mother. We have had this pleasure
because of my mother.
We lay for awhile side my side on our backs. I
folded my leg on my knee and she folded hers,
and our feet met, sole to sole. My foot was a
full two inches longer than hers was. We
extended our legs. My leg was five inches
longer. She turned on her side and threw her
leg over me, then sat up. She reached below her
pussy and guided my cock into the dark wetness.
Now I felt the grip of her, so much more taut
than my mother, a mother twice over, I
remembered. My hands went up to her waist and I
clasped her there, so small, so slight. Her
hips began to snap and jerk and plunge and
grind. Something wonderfully soft struck the
end of my penis and Sonia groaned. She bent
over me, her head just below mine. She slipped
my cock from her and pointed it into slickness
above her opening where she ground it against
her clitoris. She jerked and cried out, then
re-inserted the penis and drove herself down
deep and deeper. She sat up straight and
groaned through clenched teeth, shuddering until
she came, accenting each pleasurable pulse with
a low breathy, "Oh, oh, oh..."
She settled into stillness for a few moments,
then she began to move, increasing her pace. I
heard our wet tissues smacking together with
each stroke of her hips. She groaned, and then
she laughed through her groan at the sound we
were making. I exploded inside her, lunging
upward and jamming her hard several times. She
continued to move in the flow of my semen, until
I felt it seeping out of her and onto my balls.
Then we were there, still and content. Then we
were there, completely there. We were small and
dark, light and large, young and there.
The End
Comments? Suggestions?
OneGallus@yahoo.com
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