Texas Twist

by LuvsItWet

Copyright @ 2010

I first saw Gerry as she came screaming through her mother's back screen door.

Exploded would have been a better description.

It was just getting dark and I was pretty wasted so my memory of the whole scene is somewhat dim. Not much light. Hot and humid South Carolina lowlands. Seeing her was like looking through a paper towel tube. Focusing on anything was difficult. The halo of light around her made her fuzzy.

Her mom and I were sitting at the kitchen table, the haze of a shared joint of some good stuff hanging sweet and heavy in the air. Thick tongue. Cotton mouth.

Gerry virtually glowed as she stopped in the middle of the little room and tried to catch her breath. For twelve, she was splitting seams in places that didn't even have seams. Her pale skin showed in places that weren't supposed to be places on a girl her age. Legs, tummy, arms, neck, face. She was angelic.

This little girl was table pussy. Not a doubt.

She had just outrun a boy four years older to save her honor and I couldn't tell from her giggles whether she was pleased or disappointed with her success. I had a hunch she really wanted to go back out into the twilight and try to save her honor again. Maybe not put out quite so much effort the next time.

I immediately lost interest in the woman across the table from me. The slightly fading hottie that I had met at the Days Inn motel lounge late the night before paled in comparison with her daughter. No competition.

Gale had brazenly brought me home to her house in the wee hours. No shyness here. She and I had already fallen into and out of love at least four times through the early morning hours and the muggy day that followed. I'd heard someone else moving around in the house but had no idea that it was angel wings fluttering.

Sweaty sheets. Luke warm showers. An out of balance window fan rattling in the background. Shots and beer until the shots ran out. Then she dug the little stash box out of nowhere.

After some good smoke, we went back to the bare matress and fell in love again.

But when I saw Gerry, I knew my life had changed. I think her mother saw it happen. Gale was rightfully proud of her little girl. She had created perfection and saw that I saw it.

Gerry didn't seem put off much to find a strange man sitting at the kitchen table in his undershorts. Or that her mother was entertaining that stranger in just a flimsy scrap of a bathrobe. Gale's boobs were left hanging half out just for my benefit. I had been playing with them and the nipples were both erect.

The young girl was quick on the uptake. Walking casually over to Gale, she took the freshly lit joint from her mom's fingers. Like it was a routine thing, Gerry looked at me with hooded eyes as she deeply inhaled a very adult hit on the smoke before passing it on to me.

"Who's the new boyfriend?"

"Honey, this is Blake. He's going to be staying with us for a few days." Had I agreed to stay?

"Nice truck." Gerry must have noticed my new Dodge Ram out front.

"Is he any good in bed?" What a hot rock! She'd also noticed my undershorts. And maybe the lump in the front.

"Go on! Git! Find your own damn boyfriends." Gale good naturedely swatted her daughter on the most perfect ass I'd ever seen.

After Gerry had disappeared into the back of the little house, I stood up at the table and hauled out the thing that had been coming between the two of us so often over the past several hours. Taking a clumsy step around the table, I pointed it at the smiling face of my hostess.

"You want somebody to take care of that for you, go chase down little miss hot pants. She made it hard, she has to make it soft."

"What!?" I said in surprise. Here was a mother suggesting that I make a move on her twelve year old daughter.

"House rules, cowboy. You make a hard on, it's yours. You deal with it."

"You HAVE to be kidding, baby."

"Yeah, I'm kidding. Bring that thing here." Gale pulled my suddenly flagging hard on toward her as she stood up from the table. As her robe fell open, she raised one foot to the chair she had been sitting on. Spreading her legs wide and tilting her pelvis up toward me, she squeezed my re-hardening shaft a couple of times. I sank into the mother's heat without further thought of the angel that had just walked through my life.

I just happened to be in this little town in South Carolina as a quick stop on my way from Massachussettes to Texas. Maybe the long way around but my older Sis had sold me this new pickup at the Chrysler dealership where she worked up in North Carolina. I'd traded in my old Toyota rust bucket and now had all my worldly possessions neatly tucked under the toneau cover of that icon of southern respectability. A huge, gas guzzling, V8 powered, shiny red, drain on my meager financial resources. I'd have to worry about the payments later.

I was traveling on down the coast to spend a few days with an old Navy buddy in Jacksonville before heading west. I didn't have to be in Dallas before the end of the next month so I was in no hurry.

Hence, my current stay with Gale and her edible daughter.

I'd spent the last seven years in New England alternating between free lance carpentry and near starvation. I liked the work but times were lean. A year ago I was hired to do some remodeling for a lawyer that lived out on Cape Cod. That job evened things out for me. Larry took a liking to me right away and talked me into moving my stuff into a spare room and living with him to save the weekly flop house expenses. I did, and within a week I'd moved my stuff into his room and we'd sort of fallen in love.

A man's gotta do what a man's gotta do. I wasn't really gay, not sure if I was even bi. I HAD been in some wild parties over the years where there was a certain confusion about who woke up with who. So the arrangement with Larry wasn't terribly uncomfortable. In the fog of expensive drugs and hours of lavish blow jobs, I could quell a lot of moralistic second thoughts.

About six months into our relationship, Larry proposed marriage. It was going to be a long engagement, he said. Marriage between two men wasn't exactly the in-thing right then but it was a looming possibility. He assured me that he loved me and wanted me to be in his life forever. We could run away to San Francisco, or Portland, or Burlington, or Camden. Or we could wait a few months and walk down the aisle right there in Boston. I prevaricated then capitulated. Wealth and circumstance is a powerful drawing card.

Don't get me wrong, I had feelings for Larry. He was sweet and attentive. He was thoughtful and affectionate. He was rich and he liked to spend money on me. The ring was a four caret, nearly perfect stone. Set tastefully in platinum. I had to get a hundred dollar manicure just to show it off at its best.

But Larry was a man and I still liked pussy whenever I could get it. Always quietly on the side.

Oh, and Larry was jealous. Insanely.

Two totally isolated events precipitated my sudden desire to move back to my native Texas.

First, my mother died. I got the news mid-morning one day from mom's younger sister who lived in Denver. We'd all been expecting it. Mom had even been expecting it. She wanted no fuss or folderall. No funeral. She left her house to me and a summer house in Missouri to my older sister. I needed to be in Dallas in a couple of months to finalize arrangements and to take possession.

Second, Larry walked in on me later that day butt fucking his seventeen year old neice. In his bed. I'd been tapping this little honey every time she came over to feed the parrot for the past three months but this day we got careless. It was probably my profound grief over the loss of my mother but Larry wasn't listening to even a word of it.

He broke off our engagement and went to get his.40 caliber self defense unit.

I left Larry's neice to try to blame it all on the parrot.

I kept the ring. Seemed fair.

So that gets us to this little four room bungalo in southern South Carolina with an oversexed middle aged mother and an oversexed twelve year old Lolita. I enjoyed my relationship with Gale but was in love with Gerry. I stayed with them for a couple of days before my attention to the little girl bore unintended fruit.

I had been buying all the groceries so was welcome to stay as long as I liked. I figured this was as good a place as any to hang out for awhile. I repaired the front porch and the back steps. Then patched up several holes in the plaster walls. Then replaced the washers in most of the faucets. Then replaced a couple of broken window. You get the picture. Useful manly things.

Sometime during the night during the second week with them I woke up with a warm mouth way down over my very very hard cock. Gale hadn't shown much inclination for sucking cock during our short romance so I was pleasantly surprised. Drowsily, I just stretched back on the pillow to revel in the wonderment of a good blowjob. Larry had been good but this gal was much better. Maybe I would stay for awhile.

I was just about to go over the top when I felt a weight settle down on the bed next to me. Peering up through the mist of a jism clouded mind, I saw a big titted blond leaning down toward me.

"She's good, huh?"

A wet tongue in my ear was followed by another murmered endearment.

"I taught her myself."

My god, Gale was loving me up while her daughter sucked my dick. Was this heaven, or what?

I held Gale close to me while she craddled her daughter's head to my midsection. I turned into her kiss. I had been in some hot scenes in my life but this was the hottest.

"You know, you can fuck her if you want to." Gale whispered wetly in my ear.

Best was just getting better. The youngest girl I had ever been with was about fourteen and that was when I was only about sixteen. Here I was being offered a twelve year old on a platter.

"Come up here, young lady." I said to the top of the head pumping up and down above my waist.

I was so close to cumming that if something wasn't done right away, I would be useless for awhile.

The apparition of blond sat up straight and knee walked up to my crotch. She deftly shifted each leg in turn outside my lower torso and, as her mother held my cock upright, sat down. It took the wind out of me, it happened so fast.

I found out later that the two of them had planned this whole scene so that any hesitation on my part would be overwhelmed. It was. I was balls deep in that little cutey before my conscience even knew I consious.

Gale was down next to me, holding my balls craddled in her hand. Whispering encougement. Like I needed it!

"Doesn't she feel good?"

"Uh..."

"Isn't she tight?"

"Huh..."

"I lubed her up..."

"Oh..."

"Just for you..."

"My..."

"To fuck."

"God!"

And I started squirting jets of hot semen into the little girl. As I arched up into her, she settled down hard on my middle. I was into her as far as I could go. And she held me there.

I think I blacked out for awhile. When I woke later I was surrounded by ladies snuggled up on both sides. I turned my butt to Gale and took Gerry in my arms and fell back asleep holding my little angel. I woke up like that but Gale was already up. I kissed Gerry's eyelids and she slowly seemed to come to life. She saw me and smiled. With a long stetch and a dainty yawn she was in the world of the living with me.

"More. Please, more." She said sleepily.

I didn't doubt what she was wanting more of and I was not going to ration her. I slipped over between her splayed legs and easily entered her as she pulled me down into a deep kiss. This little girl was so sweet she didn't even have a hint of morning mouth. I was in love.

We had a sweet slow fuck there in the morning light of her mother's bedroom. Gerry was no virgin and didn't pretend to be. She gave as good as she got and I was not surprised when she moaned out in climax just before I did.

I was still laying coupled to Gerry when her mother came back into the room with coffee for both of us. She sat two cups down and went back to the kitchen for hers. When she returned, Gerry and I were sitting up in bed with the sheet pulled up to our waists, sipping coffee.

"She couldn't wait for that. She wanted to fuck you last week."

I glanced at Gerry who was looking down shyly at her coffee.

"But what about you and me... ?" I asked. I didn't want to have to choose between these two if it was going to cause family problems. I was just grateful for the heaven I had experienced so far.

"Don't get me wrong, cowboy. I like you. You're a great fuck. But I could see that you were taken with Gerry the minute you saw her. And I know she has a thing for you. She told me. Sooo, I don't want to stand in the way of true love."

"Gale, I..."

"Shut up! Let's just say that I want what's best for my little girl."

We left it at that for the time being. Things did change around the house. Gerry showed open affection toward me and it wasn't uncommon for her to drag me into her bedroom as soon as she got home from school. I resisted, man did I resist. But she was way too strong for me. And I was sleeping with Gerry every night. What little sleep I got.

About three weeks after that first night with Gerry, Gale cuddled up to me while we were comming down from a really good nooner. My baby was at school, and momma wanted a little attention. I still had a soft spot and a hard thing for Gale and she still liked to take advantage of them both once in a while.

"She's pregnant."

I didn't think I heard right.

"Huh?"

"She's pregnant."

"HUH!?"

I'd heard right all right. My blood ran cold. Sweat popped out all over me. I could see iron bars all the way to the horizon.

"What do you mean she's pregnant." Stall for time.

"I mean, she's going to have a baby. Your baby. That kind of pregnant."

"Uh, how do you know." Brilliant. Go on the offensive.

"She was supposed to have her period last week but didn't. I picked up a test kit yesterday and tested her this morning. She's P-R-E-G-N-A-N-T."

"I'm F-U-C-K-E-D." I thought to myself.

"I'm sorry Gale, I really didn't mean to hurt her."

"Don't be silly, you didn't hurt her. You knocked her up."

"But... but..."

"She's tickled to death. She wanted to wake you up and tell you herself. I thought maybe I should have a little talk with you first though."

"If anybody finds out, I'll go to jail. She's only twelve."

"Slow down, cowboy. Nobody's going to jail. I know a little about how these things happen in these parts. So listen to me for a minute."

"I'm all ears babe." I went out to get us a couple of beers. All I could see was disaster.

After we were settled back down, comfy in Gale's bed, she explained to me exactly what had been done to me without my knowledge or consent.

"Gerry loves you and you love her, right?"

"Right."

"You have to leave for Texas in a couple of weeks, right."

"Right."

"You would like to take her with you, wouldn't you?"

"Well, sure."

"Can't do it. She's only twelve. They'd slap your sorry ass in every jail from here to Texas for transporting a minor over state lines, contributing, etc, etc."

I knew it. I was fucked big time. I could feel the cold steel of handcuffs already, my fingers were going numb.

"There is one little possibility that might help us out here." Gale looked up at me as she took a big swig out of the sweating longneck in her hand.

"Marriage."

"Huh?" I knew I'd heard her wrong.

"Marriage. If the two of you were married, you could take her with you."

"WHAT!?"

"She's only twelve." I was almost shouting.

"Slow down. I've thought this thing through." She may have a useful thought but my mind was frozen.

"In South Carolina you can get married at any age if you're pregnant."

"So... ?"

"With parental consent."

"And... ?"

"You big dumb ass. So she's twelve? She's pregnant. And I would consent."

I felt like I had been smoking some really strong stuff. Was this really happening to me? Would I wake up and find myself stranded in the desert moaning for water.

"Ask her to marry you. She'll say yes."

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It was almost midnight and Shreveport was fading in the rear view mirror. Dallas was straight ahead. I was going to make my appointment with the lawyers tomorrow afternoon to sign the papers for ownership of mom's house.

It had been tight. I'd had to skip the visit to Jacksonville. I'd catch up with that old buddy some other time. I had kissed my new mother-in-law good bye just a couple of days ago on the front porch of the justice of the peace. And here we were, just crossing over into Texas. Gerry was leaning up against my shoulder, sound asleep. My new wife. My cup runneth over.

I had to chuckle. About what I like to call the Texas Twist. If I had married Larry, my ex-fiance rich lawyer, the marriage certificate tucked over the sun visor wouldn't have been worth the paper it was written on. Those old boys down in Austin had seen to it that gay marriages wouldn't be tolerated in the Lone Star state. No siree. No matter where it was done legally.

But I hadn't married Larry. I had married Gerry. And the marriage certificate over the visor was as good as gold. Diamond and platinum like the oversized ring on her finger, maybe even. It would be honored in every state. Including Texas.

Probably a damn good thing, too. I'd need it to explain Gerry's growing tummy when I enrolled her in the seventh grade next fall.

The End