Sylvia at Gerald’s

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Sylvia at Gerald’sMy mom and I were “stuck” at Gerald’s fabulous penthouse fro weeks after Al was shot. Gerald was so afraid that thee mob guys were looking for me, to kill me and get their money back, that he wouldn’t let me leave. He was so sweet, and his place so wonderful, that, most of the time, I didn’t feel as if I had to. Mom and I were talking about her friend,Mrs. Harada, the sixty year old Japanese-Brazilian massage lady, also a frind and lover of my friiend and lover,Rosalie, who had been married to my pimp, and lover, Al Lombardi.”Sometimes, Mrs. Harada is my lover, Sylvia.””Sometimes she is mine too, mom.””Yes, I know. Isn’t she wonderful?”” Oh god, mom, she is the sweetest…”” What if the three of us got together?””MOM!”My mom was laughing.”Just k**ding, honey, just k**ding……I think?” raising her eyebrows in that funny way she did.I was so happy to be with my mom again, to be friends with her again, I forgot about being sad about Al for a little bit.I had my own little “apartment” inside Gerald’s apartment, about $150,000 in cash under my mattress, plenty of music scores and records and two pianos better than any piano I had ever touched. My mom wasn’t going anywhere for a while, either, so we hung out. It was great. Famous singers came and went. We talked about our orgy, Rachel, my dad, Cecil, my music, her music, what being a whore , however briefly I had been able to call myself one without fudging, was like.My mother had told me a lot about sex when I was little, and had always stood by me, whatever decisions I had made. My own mother had been my lover, and not in a metaphorical sense. When we had been together, I went down on her until she came, and she did me the same way. I had a secret that I didn’t tell anybody, not Judy, not Rosalie, nobody, and this from a girl who could not keep her mouth shut about anything.My mom was the best. Whoever was next best wasn’t even close. It’s embarrassing to think that the best woman lover I ever had was my own mother..now tell me, who do you share that nugget with?Ms Harada had given me some loving advice.” You need to let your body and your mind have a rest, Sylvia. All that intimacy with people you don’t know is very difficult for your spirit. To me, you are a fearless woman, a warrior of sex, but even a warrior must rest sometime. On top of the blows to your spirit, you are grieving for a man with whom you were intimate, he loved you, and you loved him so much you sold your body for him. You are not destined to be a house wife, Sylvia, you are an artist and a warrior, but even so, you must abstain for sex for a while…just be here with people that love you, let the healing process happen. You are young and strong and willful, so it shouldn’t take too long.”I tried to follow her advice, but I had had sex with every person in that apartment at some time, very nice, memorable sex, I might add, and that awareness began to work it’s way into my daily thoughts.Also, I was getting used to having a lot of sex a lot of the time, and now three weeks had gone by without any.I was feeling the need for my sub thing, but I didn’t see how that was ever going to happen here. I wanted to have my boobs slapped and my nipples pinched the way that Judy did it. I wanted my ass paddled until it was on fire. Judy used to use a wooden spoon, and that was really intense. I couldn’t get an orgasm directly from that, but when Judy starting putting those kisses all over my burning ass and then went down on me or licked and kissed my ass-hole, I really came hard from that. Judy had illegal bahis a lot of tricks to please a little sub like me. She liked to fuck my ass with that strap-on till I was crying… and of course, she made me do all kinds of stuff, for her, and if anybody else was there, I would have to suck their dicks and their asses and everything like that. One thing I had learned about myself, I totally love the sub role. I had good, sometimes, astonishing sex, with out being a sub at all. I did the slutty whore thing for the money, but there was more to it than that. I really loved it, I needed it, and I knew, even if I fucked everybody there, that I wasn’t going to get any of that at Gerald’s house.So I masturbated a lot, used my vibrator and my three dildos )and a few of Gerald’s) and that;s what I did for sex for a while.I had these fantasies of having a lover, a man, who would make me suck him, even if I (pretended) to not want to. He would kind of sit on my face, make me lick his ass, and be all gruff about it too.I was in a fantasy world. I loved staying with Gerald, and the frequent visits from Mizukuo and my mom, but I had a more serious need that was not getting addressed…Weeks went by. I didn’t want to go back to my high school, even though I had only three weeks left. I had heard that there were people there looking for me. I was a school career lifetime “A” honor roll, dean’s list student. I think some money might have changed hands, but I got my diploma without taking any final exams…it just showed up in a brown paper package in my room at Gerald’s one afternoon. Gerald kept talking to me about where I was going to go next. “If you stay here, and try to perform and sing in clubs under your own name, the mob guys who shot Al will be coming after you and the money he never gave them. Understand, if these guys don’t get the money back to their bosses, they’ll get shot themselves. They will find you in a week. Who do you think runs most of these clubs?.”” I want you to change your name and get out of town…””Okay…” I said, waiting for the next shoe to drop.”Bellingham, Washington, Washington State…I could set you up there..”To me that sounded as plausible as Kazakhstan.I was kind of snotty on my best day, and I hadn’t left Gerald’s place for six weeks, hadn’t had any sex ( well, not much), I had a ton of money and couldn’t spend it…”Bellingham, Washington? Where the fuck is that, Gerald?””It’s almost on the Canadian line..there’s a friend of mine who teaches at the college there…here’s what I’m thinking. Sylvia, but we should probably talk to your mother.. You move there, change your name, I can buy you a house, cash down, and you can use some of this money to , establish your Washington residency, enroll at the county junior college..you won’t have to worry about finding a job for years..””Fuck no, Gerald, please. I’ve got two words for you about going to the ass end of the world: Fuck No….I could go to Paris”.”There is another option that we could think about, Sylvia. Because of my gold mining connections, I know a really great place near Red Lake, Ontario…there’s a gold mining operation there..I took a puff on my unfiltered Camel.”Where is that, Gerald? Is it near Detroit or Toronto?””No, baby, it’s sixty-five miles from Hudson Bay and it’s…””NO!”I was getting pissed. I went to my room and slammed the door.”Rachel is in New York, already making records, and he wants to snd me to…where was it….someplace in Washington State? I cried and felt sorry for myself for a while and was a huge pain in illegal bahis siteleri the ass to him and anybody else I met for a week..I knew that Mrs. Harada and my mother were occasional lovers. One day, about three months later, I woke up from a nap, and headed for the kitchen for some coffee. They were on the sofa by the big window. They both had their clothes off. There was so much sun coming through that window, and my eyes were still kind of squinty and sleepy. It looked, though I didn’t look too hard, like they might be having some kind of sex, but in the mood I was in, I just glanced and kept on heading for the coffee. By the time I was nearly eighteen, I had seen and done so much sex that it didn’t always pull my attention.I filled my mug, got my cigarette, walked back into the living room.I remembered from before that Mrs. Harada ( I had a very hard time using her first name) knew a lot about how breasts should be loved and kissed. Most women don’t get kissed there nearly enough, me included. Except for a very few men and boys, guys aren’t too sharp about loving breasts, even though it is the key to have a powerful erotic experience. Often, I want the man to just keep going with my boobs, and he wants to get his face or something else between my legs. In all the porn I’ve ever seen, except some stuff made just for women, people start fucking about five minutes after lovemaking starts. I can do that, I’ve had sex like that a lot, sometimes it’s okay. But Judy and Rosalie would stay with my boobs till I was goin’ nuts, and that was better. Guys make a big fuss about breasts, but at the crucial moments, they go someplace else. I don’t know why more men don’t get shot and their throats cut for that.I wasn’t at all sure I wanted to do another orgy with mom, one of those might have been plenty for a lifetime, but lately we had been naked around each other a lot, talking about everything in the world, Bellingham, all of my kinks, the pee kink, the slave kink, my whoring, my kinky personality that I was trying to make sense out of at age eighteen, and her kinks, too. We kissed and touched our boobs a little, but didn’t go any further than that. I’m sure a lot of people would have been freaked out by how we were with each other.”If they only fuckin’ knew…”I thought to myself.Now sixty year old Mrs. Harada had mom’s nipple in her teeth, not quite biting, and mom was moaning and wiggling around.I walked over to them.”You guys are getting me excited. Is it okay if I do myself a little while I look?”Mrs. Harada:”Sure, sure, go ahead! (patting my bottom in a most grand-motherly way) this is very healthy for you now. No sex for six weeks, yes? Now your spirit will start to recover. But no sex with your mother, not yet. It is so big a thing to do, maybe one time in your life? Sylvia, I will love you, if you and your mother, in the same room, having sex with me, I think this will be okay…kiss and hug, but eating the pussy? Let me do that. I know how to make you both feel really good but with each other is so confusing, I think.”Mrs. Harada spoke to mom:” Between your legs, it is ready now. Use your fingers or vibrator. I want to love Sylvia’s breast, then I will come back to you…”My boobs are big, my aureole are huge and pretty much the same shade as my tits. My nipples don’t stick out at all. Ever since I grew these huge tits on my small body, I thought they were ugly and strange, but there were a few women, Mrs. Harada being one, who could love me so hard and well that I stopped feeling that way.After having canlı bahis siteleri no sex except for my own masturbation for six weeks, this is how it was on that particular Tuesday.I had been playing with myself watching her with my mother, now my hand snick down there as she kissed my nipple.She gently guided my hand away. ” No, no, not yet. I want you to feel the energy flow from your breast to your clitoris…just let the energy build, Sylvia, don’t dissipate it yet. I know you want to feel this so powerful in you, your orgasm rock this building, but be patient, we must build to that…let me do the love for you Sylvia, because I believe you really need it.””Is it okay that you come really hard in front of your mother?”My mom spoke up:”It’s okay, Sylvia, please, do it, let her do it, I’ve seen you there before, it’s okay…””Mom, I’m not sure I…””Just relax, baby, it’s going to be great…I’ll stay over here and play with it. Mrs. Harada gave me this double headed thing that we use together sometimes. “Penis duplo” she calls it.. I hope, Mrs. Harada, that after you bring my daughter to a screameroo of a cum, you will come back and fuck the pussy of this old woman with it, and get yours fucked at the same time, so that we all have the “screameroo!”.(more laughter) I’ll try keep my hands off you, Sylvia…( laughing) I wish you weren’t so fuckin’ hot, though…”Even though I had done an awful lot of sex stuff for a girl just turned eighteen, I was much more uptight and formal about sexual things than my mom. I had been loving this part of her personality since I was a toddler…when she started to enjoy herself, she didn’t hold much back. Throughout my life, I tried to be like her, but I had a careful, controlling part of my personality that always wanted to see the script or the libretto before I did anything. Several of the many counselors I visited in my life said that some of the “crazy” sex stuff I got my self into was because of this.I really believe that my mom would have been more than happy to have an all afternoon sexual thing with me and Mrs. Harada, and maybe pull Gerald in, too.She always made it into a lark, just a joyful time of sharing our bodies, I loved her for being who she was, but it wasn’t quite who I was. I was just as slutty, maybe more, but I wasn’t nearly as gay, in the old meaning of the word, I wasn’t nearly as gay as my mom.Mrs. Harada loved my breasts so long I was almost coming from that. and then she had her face on my belly and then my thighs, and then kisses all over my bottom and lots of touches and words mixed up in Japanese, Portuguese and English, and after all that!..she had her mouth on my lady bits…she was perfect. I came and came and came. A screameroo it was, not ten inches way from my own loving mother. Mom kissed me while Mrs. Harada was bringing me off, but that’s all she did. I went through the ceiling when she did that. If you want an orgy description, that was it.I laid there and watched as Mrs. Harada slid one end of the “Doblo” into herself, and one into mom, and I played with myself as they fucked right in front of me, but I didn’t join in. I did kiss mom when she was coming, though, so if that is the thing that makes me a pervert, I guess you can call me one.. Gerald was watching Buzz Armstrong or Joe Palooka or Steve Canyon or somebody walking on the moon that afternoon. I wonder if there was any k** in America who gave less of a fuck about that than me. “One step for mankind” and I was trying to decide if I was going to go down on my mother!She always made sex into a lark, just a joyful time of sharing our bodies, I loved her for being who she was, but it wasn’t quite who I was. I was just as slutty, maybe more, but I wasn’t nearly as gay, in the old meaning of the word, I wasn’t nearly as gay as my mom.

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