3 M’s, My Many Mothers Ch. 01
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This is a story I can finally share. It is a tale that covers many years so if you are looking for a quick read you can stop here. Like I have mentioned many times I am not a true writer but so far my submissions have been well received.
This story is the one that truly started it all, even though it is not the first story I submitted. It is about a real person I was introduced to through a close friend. I met Daniel years ago having purchased a home from his grandfather and years later Dan himself.
I learned his story first hand and since then have documented much of his life for you to share. Daniel is his real name, the others have been changed for their protection. I offer you his story that has been updated just this year, 2016.
Enjoy and vote if care to.
“You bit me you fucking bitch!”
Damn right I did! I warned him! I warned him I would if he did it again. Serves him right. Shooting his cum in my face and hair, then he wants to gag me again?
The son of a bitch shoved his prick down my throat one to many times. I hate that. I told him what would happen if he did it again. Besides no blood no foul I say!
“I fucking told you not to do that!” I yelled at him. I heard my blouse rip as I pushed away. He stepped away his cock still dripping as he moved.
“You fucking bit my cock! I heard you were a cold one but no fucking way do you bite me and get away with it bitch!” He yelled.
I reached for my purse and was almost clear of the door, but in my inebriated state I was too slow.
“Let me go you asshole!” I protested. My blouse tore further the bra followed suit. I could feel the fresh air hit my chest.
“Get back in the truck cunt!” He yelled. My date swung me against the fender, my left elbow hit the cold hard steel. I heard the CRACK and then the pain. He heard it too.
“Let me go! Please just leave me alone!” I screamed.
The pain seared through my arm. I’m not sure if it was panic or he was granting my wish. My date zipped himself up and went around to the driver’s door. He stood in the darkness cursing me then himself.
“Get in I’ll take you home!” He offered getting in the driver’s seat.
“Don’t you ever come near me again or I’ll …”
He started the engine. In the dim glow of the dash lights I could see him look at me one last time. He hesitated then began driving back to the road. I slumped to the ground awkwardly. My bare tit pressed into the gravel.
He stopped at the asphalt looking back making sure I hadn’t changed my mind. In the glare of the headlights I flipped him the bird. He spun around then hit the gas, dirt and gravel flew around some of it hitting me as he left me there on the ground. I could see the tail lights growing dimmer as I tried to stand.
The pain in my left arm caused me to cry out in pain. The gravel dug hard into my knees. Standing, I walked to the edge of the road. Alone in the darkness all I could see was the soft glow of a light in the distance. With just one shoe to be found I tossed the other one and picked up my purse.
Kathryn I thought to myself. What were you thinking?
As soon as the phone rang I knew it was bad news. Why me? Why tonight I thought? Looking over at Nikki the night wasn’t going well and this wasn’t helping. I answered the phone.
“Daniel Masters?” It was a man’s voice on the other end of the phone.
“This is Dan.” My worst fears weren’t confirmed but my second worst were. “Thank you. I’ll be there as soon as I can.”
“Is she alright?” Nikki knew from my end of the conversation it was my mother. She was noticeably upset but tried not to show it. I knew then she was hiding something.
Nikki knew my mom but her reaction was too emotional for such a casual acquaintance. I suspected before and now this was just more proof. I filed it away then started to move back in her direction. Even though Nikki was concerned she was still pissed.
“Kat is hurt but safe. She’s down on the Old Mill Road. Not sure where, I just hope I can find the house.” I explained watching her carefully.
“I’ll go with you. I know that road very well.” Nikki looked at me still scared. I also felt she was genuinely offering to help.
“I can drop you off at home. It’s on the way.” I replied.
The night was shot, I might as well end it now and hope it didn’t get any worse.
“Dan this is your mother we’re talking about! I think we can be civil for a few more hours.” Nikki protested.
There she did it again. It was subtle but clear to me. I was in no mood to argue any further. The last hour was enough. I grabbed my hoodie and a spare blanket from the closet. With keys in my hand and Nikki leading me I opened her door to the truck.
“Do you know how bad she is?” Nikki asked. Her attention clearly shifted back to my mom.
“He said it looks like she may have a broken arm. Some bruises. He couldn’t say much more.” I explained.
We drove in relative silence Nikki düzce seks hikayeleri giving me directions when needed. The oncoming headlights lit the cab of the truck. I could see as upset as Nikki was with me, she was anxious to see Kat. If it wasn’t clear earlier I could clearly see it now. That’s what I do. I notice things.
It took almost half an hour but we finally found the place. I pulled in the gravel drive. The headlights from the truck illuminating her as she sat on a picnic table in the yard. An older couple was on their front porch looking on as I covered the distance to my mom. Removing the sheet over her shoulders I could assess what damage was done.
Kat was a mess. Her blouse was ripped exposing her chest. The straps no longer attached her bra barely covering her breasts. Her left arm was swollen at the elbow. I could see scrapes and dirt everywhere. She smelled of booze. And then there was this stuff in her hair.
Nikki had moved in behind me and gasped as she looked on. In the shadows of the headlights I placed Kat’s right arm through the sleeve of the hoodie. Any attempt to move her left arm resulted in immediate protests. I removed my belt and made a temporary sling and closed the hoodie over her covering her body.
The older couple stood silently watching us from the porch. I walked Kat to the truck and helped her in the passenger side. Nikki followed us there and helped slide mom to the middle before Nikki sat beside her. I retrieved the sheet and returned it to the woman on the porch she looked at it as if it was infected with the plague.
“Take it with you! I don’t want it back.” She turned abruptly and went into the house.
“Don’t mind her. She’s too old to remember what it’s like to be young!” He was smiling at the truck as I looked up to him.
“Yeah. Well she isn’t that young!” I replied back. I looked back at Kat. I offered my hand with an apology. “Sorry about this.”
“Young man, you her son?” He gave me a quizzical look.
“Yes sir. My dad died when I was young. It’s just me.” I normally don’t talk about my life to strangers but I was hoping to explain enough he might understand. My hand still extended.
“Daniel you be easy on her. You hear me?” He took my hand and shook it.
“Yes sir.” I released his hand but he held firm. He gave me a serious look taking his time before he spoke. His grip seemed familiar. There was a strength to it but at the same time a softness.
“You do that. You mind me Daniel. That is a special woman.” He released my hand but his gaze didn’t alter.
“Yes sir. I know that! Thank you again.” He kept me locked eye to eye with his. I wanted to look away but I couldn’t.
“She needs you son. She loves you!” I had never met this man and yet he seemed oddly familiar.
“Goodnight sir.” I said. He smiled and nodded as I left him on the porch. There was something about what he said and the way he said it that unsettled me. I shook it off as I saw my mother setting next to Nikki.
The mood in the truck was quiet. Too quiet. My suspicions became more of a confirmation. I would file that away for later too. It’s just the way I am. I backed out the drive the man on the porch looked on as we left.
Heading down the road the smell finally hit me. Mom was either sleeping or passed out. Nikki looked at me nodding in agreement with my assessment of the situation. I rolled the windows down. It was a nice early summer’s night and under any other circumstances I would love to be out feeling the wind pass by as I drove. But this wasn’t just any night. This was a night from hell and my gut told me it wasn’t over yet.
We were almost there. Another couple of miles and at least part of this epic nightmare would be over for now. But, as we all know, these things come in threes. From out of her slumber mom woke and …
She tried she really did, but with her seat belt on and sleeping she wasn’t as quick as she might have been. God was punishing me. I’m not sure why, maybe he and I’ll discuss that later. All I know is he’s surely not talking to me right now!
Kat puked. Yep. I can’t make this up. Sure most of it made it out the window but what didn’t make it, you guessed it. Right on Nikki’s lap. It’s a wonder I didn’t kill us all, besides the screams and flailing arms was the putrid smell. I reached under my seat and handed Nikki an old towel I kept for cleaning the windshield. The look she gave me was equal to the one she gave me when I dropped her off at her house.
I opened my door to get out like a gentleman should. Her door was already closed when I reached the hood of the truck.
“Goodnight Daniel. You better get her to the hospital.” Nikki said coldly. She turned and walked straight to the front door.
Mom was passed out when we reached the emergency room. I don’t know how those people do it. They must see so much worse. When a half dressed drunken women in her late thirties comes in they don’t even bat an eye. They had her in a room before I even finished filling out the forms. The whole staff was incredible. Even the orderly was professional as he helped guide her back in the truck.
The cast on her arm was proof that this was a more serious failure than her earlier exploits. I support her efforts but she has to find a better caliber of men. Mom was awake but fortunately she chose not to try to explain. That would come later.
I pulled in the drive and walked to open her door. Her eyes avoided mine. It was almost one in the morning but we weren’t done yet. Holding her steady we went into the house. I took her straight to the bathroom. Setting her on the toilet I stood looking at her contemplating my next move.
“I’m sorry Daniel.” Kat whispered.
She only called me Daniel when she was mad at me. It was always Dan. Danny if she was really happy or wanted to tease me. My guess is she was mad but at herself not me.
“You ok?” I asked. Her face was flush her eyes bloodshot either from the booze or crying it really didn’t make much difference right now.
“I’m sure it does, but right now we need to get you cleaned up. Here let me help you.” I replied a bit peeved. I bent to remove her shoes only just now remembering she wasn’t wearing any.
“Didn’t the doctor give you a prescription for the pain?” Mom asked. She looked desperate.
“He did, but, he said because you had been drinking not to give it to you until morning. I can give you some aspirin when we’re done here.”
“Done with what here?” Kat asked still a bit loopy. Mom swatted my hand as I tried to remove the hoodie covering her.
“You need a shower.” I explained as calmly as I could.
“How the hell am I going to do that?” She protested.
“You aren’t, we are!” I tried to be low key.
“Like hell WE are!” Kat protested her eyes open and defiant.
“Mom, you’re dirty and, you stink like vomit!” I explained firmly. I wanted to mention the cum in her hair but thought better of it. “You’re getting a shower before you go anywhere! This night has been a real nightmare. I am in no mood to argue with you too. It’s going to happen! Just like you tell me. Get over it.” She started to respond but my stare let her know it was futile.
Carefully I removed the hoodie and threw it on the floor. Next came her blouse which I just cut off her as well as the remnants of her bra.
“Are you happy now?” Kat looked at me as I saw her naked tits for the first time.
Sure I’ve seen her in a bathing suit or a bra or hidden by some thin material, well you get the picture. But never in my eighteen and a half years have I ever seen them out in the open.
I know I shouldn’t say this but I was happy. Just a little bit. Maybe for the first time tonight. I could think of many better scenarios to see them for the first time but I was happy just the same. I broke loose staring at them and started to remove more clothes.
“Well are you?” Kat repeated waiting for my answer.
I thought of saying something to remind her why we were here. But I didn’t. I remembered the old man on the porch. I knew she was still drunk. My mother, my sober mother was way to straight laced to be asking such things.
“They are very nice.” I looked her in the eyes and answered calmly.
Kat held my gaze for an extended moment, and without blushing, smiled broadly. And yes, I noticed. That’s what I do. My mother, for whatever her reason, was happy I approved.
I lifted her up and removed her skirt. I started to remove her panties, her good hand gripped my wrist.
“That’s far enough young man I am still your mother!” Kat protested. It seemed however happy she was exposing her tits was drawing the line here. I thought about arguing but I knew it was pointless. Besides she was buzzed and still not thinking clearly.
“Stay here I’ll be right back.” I said. I left her standing and went to the utility room. I came back with a plastic bag and some duct tape. “I need to cover your cast so it doesn’t get wet.”
Kat lifted her cast and I sealed it off, the whole time trying not to just stare at her tits. Turning on the shower I removed my shoes, socks, and shirt. I then reached in and tested the water.
“I need to pee!” She said. I smiled at her. She now knew what I thought of earlier.
“Be my guest. I’ll wait in the hall.” I replied.
I even closed the door most of the way while I waited. I could hear her struggle knowing she wouldn’t ask for help. I heard the toilet flush. I was afraid she might fall she was so drunk but all I heard was her cussing. She called my name.
I opened the door her panties were at her feet. Mom boldly stepped out of them leaving them on the floor. This was a side of her I had never seen. As her son I daren’t look, but as a young man this was torture.
“Not a word you hear me?” Kat glared at me. She sounded almost sober. I didn’t need to answer. I helped her in under the shower head the warm water seemed to sober her up even more. Still dressed in my shorts I followed her in and closed the door.
I started with her hair the dried cum was easy to remove but the smell took two applications. Moving down I had her hold her left arm up so the water would run off. Her shoulders and right arm were easy. Her back was more of a challenge. The challenge was stopping before I reached her sexy ass. I wanted to go slowly and savor these moments. I wanted to remember every inch I covered. But I had a mission to accomplish and my pleasure wasn’t part of it.
Maybe God was answering my prayers, because when I reached her breasts all I could think of is how great this new day was. I washed them as if they were my own. I never once fondled or made a big deal of it. Sure I wanted to. It took every ounce of restraint to resist. But I had too much respect for her. Even when she let slip a light moan I resisted temptation.
I was half way home and was feeling pretty good about finishing this without embarrassing either one of us. Standing to one side I started on her ass. The soap and warm water enhanced every contour. When I went down her crack the second time I noticed her eyes were closed and she pushed back ever so slightly. I had to move on or this was going to get serious.
I shifted to her right side my right hand slid smoothly across her stomach and then slightly lower. My fingers felt the small scar where she had her tubes tied after I was born. She tensed up at that moment then relaxed as I worked back up to her stomach again.
I looked down her eyes closed tightly her breathing sporadic. I moved to the outside of her thigh down to her knee and started back up I stopped just short of her vagina when her hand gripped my wrist.
“Lake Danamanski” The voice in my head was back. What was it saying and why? I had no idea what it meant.
“No please!” Kat held my wrist firmly in place.
There, it’s in my head again, but it didn’t make any sense. I never heard of the place. Mom moved my hand higher and any thought of some stupid lake was now forgotten. I could see her spread her legs ever so slightly. Mom’s hand guided mine along her inner thigh to her vagina.
“Mom!” I managed to protest. Her grip was strong on my wrist.
“Kathryn! It’s me Danny!” I called out. I was sure she was drunk now but her hand held me still.
“SSHHH!” She replied. It was but a whimper but I obeyed just the same.
I feebly tried to pull back just to test her decision. Kat held me firm. And then it happened. Mom put my hand directly on her pussy. I have kissed several girls and touched only one set of tits, Nikki’s, and that wasn’t about to happen again any time soon.
The problem is I have never seen or touched a real pussy. Worse I didn’t know what to do now that I have. With one hand on her ass the other was over her vagina cupping it like a baseball.
Kat slipped her hand over mine and soon her legs spread even further. Before long her hand was guiding mine and with her help I explored her sex. I was inexperienced but not stupid.
This was no longer a shower. In and out, around and over, up and down she took me places I had only dreamed about. She put two of her fingers inside and then pulled them out and had me repeat it. She thrust her hips and pressed my hand hard against her mound.
“Yes. Oh God yes!” She hissed in my ear as I bent over to reach her. The water was still pulsing over her, the soap long gone but it was wet and it was slippery, and she was moving faster than ever. I knew it was wrong but in a strange way it felt so right.
Nature has a funny way of taking over when you least expect it. My left hand was following the motion still gripping her ass. Something clicked in place in my head, maybe it was the voice I had been hearing lately?
My left hand I found the soap and lathered it up and eased it down the crack of her ass. When I reached her asshole I lightly touched it. With two fingers in her pussy and one against her asshole she started bucking back and forth screaming in pain.
No wait! It must be pleasure as she kept saying “Yes. Yes. Yes”. Her hand was inside of mine rubbing further up the slit.
“I’m cumming Danny. I’m cumming!” Kat announced.
There was no doubt she knew it was me now. I watched as her stomach tightened then released then tightened again. Mom pulled my fingers from her pussy and clamped her legs tight. Her body trembled as I reached out to hold her up. Turning she kissed me square on the lips her tongue forcing its way in my mouth. My hands went around her to keeping her from falling.
I had witness my first female orgasm. I may have even helped? I had my first French kiss, and I’m embarrassed to say, I came myself while touching a woman! The problem is, the woman is my mother.
I stood holding her as she fell against my chest. Her nipples felt glorious against my skin. I turned off the water bringing us both back to the reality of what just happened.
There was so much I wanted to say. She looked up. Her eyes now looking for forgiveness. She started to say something but I beat her to it by putting a finger to her lips. I kissed her forehead.
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