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Home for Thanksgiving |
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By Margo Perry
Sassy felt as horny as a teenager and twice as reckless. She clung to Thom, kissing him and pressing her massive breasts into his chest. She insinuated her knee along his thigh, higher, until it teased his balls. But in seducing him, she’d seduced herself and she was so aroused, so fatigued from her last performance, her flight, and her earlier fuck-fest with Thom that her long legs buckled and she stumbled back against her suitcases. Thom was there to catch her and she gasped when his hard, long and insistent cock prodded her pubis.
She knew that she should go into the house, but she didn’t feel ready to face her mother’s constant criticisms or her father’s serious illness. She escaped, moving between Thom’s legs. She couldn’t get enough of him and her eyes glazed over when her clit found its mark and began to grind itself over his hard, large and fleshy erection. Their tongues danced their tango and Thom groped beneath her sweater, squeezing her humongous tits and pinching her nipples. They were kids again.
“I can’t resist them. I love them,” he groaned.
Sassy pulled his face into her chasm of a cleavage. She wanted him to fuck her right there on her parents’ kitchen steps, but she didn’t dare. She’d never dared and that had been her problem. She could feel his hot breath coming in gasps. Warm and moist air seeped through her sweater to titillate her inflamed nipples. She heard herself moan. She was on the orgasm train again, and danger in the form of her six foot mother was lurking somewhere inside that door.
“Stop, I’ve got to go in,” Sassy said.
“Then, go,” Thom said, “but don’t ask me to help you.”
He squeezed one hand between their groins, manipulating her pussy to exquisite pleasure, while the other twisted her throbbing, grateful nipple.
You’d better get in before your mother comes out!
Sassy didn’t know whether she was coming or going. She needed to act like the thirty-six year old that she was, instead of the sixteen year old who’d left by this very door to go to college. Her mother’s disapproval played inside her head and Sassy felt like she’d assumed a sexual authority she couldn’t command.
“I know what you need,” Thom said, spinning them around and pressing her back against the damp cement wall. He reached between her legs to finger her pussy through her sex-soaked slacks.
“Come for Daddy,” he whispered in her ear. “Come for Thom.”
Thom used one expert finger to drive Sassy to madness. She threw back her bald and beautiful head in a gaping silent scream and collapsed in Thom’s arms, as cum oozed out of her pulsing, grasping, orgasm-ing pussy.
“That’s good,” Thom said, stroking her back gently.
“You ain’t whistling Dixie,” Sassy said, sighing. “That was great!”
Sassy’s sex life had moved from beginner to advanced, all in a day. It was thanks to love and Thom and she wanted to crawl deep inside him. She’d be safe there: no illness, no mother’s scorn.
“I know. You have to go.” Thom kissed the top of her head. “I’d better head for home and a cold shower. Just like old times.”
“Not like old times!” Sassy said. “This time you got some!”
“Yes, my love,” Thom said. “But the truth be here.” He grabbed her hand and rubbed it over his cock, across its punishing thickness and leaking head. “Witness what thou dost to me?” He ogled her enormous tits, his eyes glinting with horniness. “Now, get inside, take care of your daddy and call me soon.”
“I will,” Sassy said.
“And fight for yourself!” He turned back halfway down the stairs. “I won’t be taking any shit from Beatrice this time around. We’ve wasted enough time and nobody’s going to make us waste any more. Not even your mother.”
Her father had begun to play again.
“Listen!” Sassy said. “Maybe that’s a good luck sign. How sick could he be, playing like that?”
The imperceptible shake of Thom’s head and the look of pity that crossed his face hit Sassy like a bad case of food poisoning and, in that moment, she hated Thom. He wanted her to absorb information that was unimaginable, horrific. And she couldn’t. Not yet. It was time for Thom to go.
“I’ll call you. Drive carefully.”
Sassy watched Thom walk away. She could still feel the heat of his dominating cock thrusting relentlessly inside her, pounding her back against the cold wet metal of his car’s hood. Fucking Thom, after years of denial, a painful break-up and years of separation had left her feeling vulnerable and powerful all at once. Why had she let him go?
Come back, Thom! Please, don’t leave me!
The last notes of a Rachmaninov concerto had given way to a symphony of invisible night creatures. Crickets, frogs and grasshoppers chirped. Bright stars sparkled above the black velvet night, as a foggy dampness rolled in from the sea. Sassy huddled in her own arms, shivering against the chill and an unacknowledged fear that hung over her shoulders like a shroud.
Last week she’d received a note from her mother that had left her with more questions than answers: Your father isn’t playing much anymore. He’s given up the choir and teaching.
That had been enough to bring her home, but her conversation with Thom had scared her to death:
“Is it cancer?”
“Yes.”
“Is it serious?”
“Yes.”
Father … Cancer … Death. The concepts collided and exploded in her mind, knocking the breath out of her. She bent forward and the palms on her knees were cold and clammy. Her breasts ached, as if grief had settled into them, weighting their pendulous sway. She inhaled deeply, but it didn’t help, and she was suddenly terrified.
The sound of an engine engaging and growling into action interrupted her musings. Thom was leaving! She catapulted herself into action. High heels be damned, she leapt down the steps, crossed the yard and ran into the driveway, arms waving and useless tears coursing down her face, just in time to see Thom’s taillights roll down the hill and turn onto the main road. She stood staring until the car disappeared and she could no longer hear its sounds.
He’s gone! Woman Up!
The music had started again: Cathedral Walls, Sassy’s favourite of her dad’s compositions. He’d written it after they’d visited the caves together, just the two of them. Sassy would never forget the splendour of twenty thousand year old stalactites and stalagmites that sprouted from ceilings, floors, exterior cliffs and overhangs. She’d never forget the sound of their water sources dripping, flowing and echoing throughout the bountiful silence.
His hands are steady and sure. He can’t be that sick!
Hopeful, beyond denial, Sassy hurried back toward the house.
She peered through the screen door. The kitchen looked smaller than she remembered and an over-sized stainless steel freezer glinted eerily in the shadowy hall light. Sassy was about to try the door, when she noticed a grumbling bent figure shuffling toward her.
“Something’s up, all that grinnin’! And he ain’t played like that in months. Something’s up, I tell you!”
Neely!
The woman’s voice washed over Sassy like rain over dry earth and her heart began to swell. Neely had been part of their household ever since Sassy could remember and she might be fifty and lame, but her voice was the same - low to growling and inherently disagreeable. Neely’s people had diagnosed her as dim-witted early in childhood, but she was capable of much and full of more love than anyone Sassy had ever known. All Sassy wanted was to be in her arms again.
She acted out of instinct and began to softly sing their song: Moon river wider than a …
“Mile! Mile,” Neely hissed.
Sassy grabbed her bags, elbowed her way into the kitchen and into Neely’s wide open waiting arms. “I knew it! I knew you were here. You’re the only one who could make Mr. Rose this happy.”
“You didn’t know anything,” Sassy laughed, pressing her huge bosom into Neely’s more than generous chest. “I just flew in …”
“I don’t know nothing ‘bout flying, but you been here ever since your daddy took to the piano. That’s what I know.”
Oh shit!
Sassy had been so caught up in seducing Thom, getting him out of the car and his cock into her pussy that his words hadn’t registered until now.
“I might be paranoid, but I think I saw your dad pass by the window.”
What had her father seen? Perhaps she and her father were already sharing their first secret. He had always liked Thom and would never have interfered in their relationship, unlike her mother.
Sassy remembered graduation night, as though it were yesterday. She and Thom had been giddy, prepped to go clubbing with the rest of the class for the very first time. Ready for all kinds of mischief! As soon as Thom arrived to collect Sassy, Beatrice captured him and read him the riot act: I expect my daughter to go to college and find herself a career that will keep her independent. I was lucky with her father, but not many men are willing to work and come home like he does. Find yourself a girl who wants to settle down and have babies!
Thom had been crushed, terrified and it took all Sassy had, including the undoing of two blouse buttons, to turn a simple shirt into an instrument of seduction. He’d eventually stopped shaking enough to fasten his eyes onto her incredible tits and the rest of the night had gone just as she planned … except for fucking him. She hadn’t managed that. She’d gone right to the panties off stage before backing out, as usual. Her mother had injected her with a fear that was dark, heavy and shapeless and, as much as she’d wanted to, she couldn’t bring herself to make love to Thom. That’s why tonight, fucking Thom, had meant so much and she pledged never to let her mother influence her again, not when it came to her private life and choices.
“I’m mad with you, you know,” Neely said, thrusting a plump finger dangerously close to Sassy’s nipple. “You knew your daddy was real sick and you never came.”
Neely was rocking from one misshapen shoe to the other. Sassy looked deep into her eyes and read a desperate concern. All of a sudden she was bone dissolving weary. She wanted to go to her room, lie in her bed and listen for the sound of the ocean. Watch it shimmer in the dark when the moon came up.
“I didn’t know until mother wrote last week. All she said was that daddy wasn’t teaching or working with the choir anymore.” Sassy took Neely’s hands. “You know I would have come, if I’d known. I only know now because I met Thom at the airport and he told me that daddy was seriously ill.”
“He’s real sick and your mother acts daft, like your daddy’s got the flu or somethin’. She makes it hard on ‘im cause he thinks he’s gotta’ act normal and he’s too sick. I try to take care of ‘im best as I can, but tonight, he’s actin’ like he’s expecting Santa or somethin’. Usually, I’d a put ‘im to bed ages ago. He knows you’re here. He knows.”
Sassy pulled Neely to her again in a long hug “I know you take care of him better than anyone,” she whispered in Neely’s ear. She felt Neely relax, give herself over to the hug. Her breasts were soft and firm at the same time. “I love you, Neely,” she said.
“I love you too, child, and me and your daddy went to see your movie. Twice. Each one. We was so proud of you, Sassy. Everybody was congratulatin’ us at the theatre. Yeah, you’re a big thing here. Wait til you go out. You’ll see!”
“Did mother see either of them?”
“No,” Neely said. “That woman acts like somethin’s wrong with her most of the time. You know, she’s convinced herself that Tony’s coming home for thanksgiving.”
“Why? Where did she get that idea?”
Sassy hadn’t been home for twenty years, but her older brother, Tony, hadn’t been home for thirty. He’d left to go to university, graduated and moved onto the marijuana trade. He played jazz in clubs when he felt like it, but mostly lived a life of his choosing. He sent home serious money on a regular basis and it was good that their mother never questioned its source, but Tony wasn’t coming home. He’d shown up to see her show a couple of weeks ago and told Sassy that he was going to spend Thanksgiving with a friend in California. Sassy knew that he had no intention of coming home. Ever.
“Your mother’s always waiting for him, every holiday, every birthday. Me and your Daddy don’t pay her no mind.”
Sassy had to laugh. She’d been born into a family that included Neely. As the story went, a twelve year old, five foot square, Neely had shown up at her daddy’s choir practice. Everybody laughed, except for her father who had auditioned Neely and decided that she had one of the best alto voices in the room. She soon began to escort him home, followed by the setting of the table for dinner, to include her own place. She finally moved in, much to the delight of her over-extended parents, and Sassy had no doubt that Neely would kill for her father. Sassy was more than grateful to have her in the house.
Suddenly, the room was flooded with light.
“I thought I heard talking! What are you doing here?”
Sassy had forgotten how imposing her mother was. She stood military-erect, her large, sixty-year old breasts outstanding and proud beneath her rose coloured plush housecoat. Her silvery hair was brushed back into a full French braid and surprise had disturbed her usually impassive, if handsome, face.
“Hello,” Sassy said. She gave her mother a warm hug and watched her eyes swim with emotion. “I love you, mother,” Sassy said. And she meant it.
“It’s good to have you here. You’d better go in and speak to your father. It’s way past time for his medication and bed and he’s really, really tired.”
Sassy was moved by the weary sadness in her mother’s tone.
“I met Thom at the airport and he tells me that daddy is more than tired. He says …”
“He had no right to say anything,” her mother snapped. “That would seem to be an ethical breach of some sort. Thom’s father is your father’s physician. He has no right …”
“He had every right,” Sassy snapped. “Let’s not start in on Thom.”
She couldn’t believe how quickly she and her mother had gotten into it!
“Neely, I want you to put Mr. Rose to bed as soon as Sassy’s told him good night. They can visit tomorrow.”
“You’re right,” Neely said. “It’s time for him to go down. Let’s go see him, Sassy.”
Sassy followed Neely out of the kitchen through a large dining room – that used to be their living room - to a new wing of the house. The new music room led onto a semicircular terrace that overlooked the ocean. It was beautifully and seamlessly designed and Sassy imagined her mother and her dinner parties; her father, his students and their music, and she was proud of herself and Tony for giving back generously and affording their parents’ richer lives.
“Sassy!”
Her father’s old voice was there, but hidden under a hoarse and scratchy blanket. Sassy hurried across the room and bent over to throw her arms around him. His eyes were sunken, but sparkled with delight and his full lips were stretched in a smile of such joy that Sassy’s heart split wide open. She sat beside her father on his piano bench, but there was too much room and not enough air. She could feel his pain and his fight and she couldn’t stop the tears. Cancer had stolen his flesh and painted his skin with an ashen brush, but the arms that held her close and the sweet voice that whispered, “It’s all right,” was her father taking care of her and Sassy stayed there and bawled her eyes out. She was where she needed to be.
“Time for bed, now, you two can talk tomorrow,” Neely said, crossing the room toward them. “I’ve put your bags in your bedroom, so you can get some sleep. You been flyin’ and travellin’ all day.”
“I’d rather you used Tony’s old room or the guest room. I’ve fixed up your old room for Tony,” her mother said.
Sassy couldn’t believe her ears. That was her room. All of Thom’s love letters were in that room, her dance certificates, her school reports, all in her old desk. She needed her room.
“That’s Sassy’s room,” Neely said. “I fixed up Tony’s room for Tony. He ain’t comin’ anyway.”
“That’s not for you to decide,” her mother thundered.
“Enough Beatrice,” her father said, his voice strong, his breaths quickening. “Give me a hug, Sassy, and go enjoy your room. It’ll be the best Thanksgiving yet, when I wake up and find you here.”
“But, I’ve …”
“No buts, Beatrice, our daughter’s home for Thanksgiving and her room is waiting. By the way, you make a wonderful detective, Sassy. We’re all so proud of you. My daughter in the movies! I can’t wait to hear all about it.” Her father hung on to Neely’s arm and struggled up. “Night, baby.”
“Night, daddy.”
“Are you coming, Beatrice?”
“I’ll be along soon.”
Beatrice Rose stood in the doorway, her attention switching from her husband’s slow progress toward bed and Sassy who seemed stuck to the piano bench.
With three others to choose from, my mother tried to take away my room.
She might as well have kicked Sassy in her stomach. She felt nauseas and a balloon was blowing too much hot air in her dizzy head. Why did she let her mother get to her? She closed her eyes and willed herself back at work, onstage. She could see the curtain coming down, hear the roar of the crowd, and she was again the happy, hardworking actress who had flown home for Thanksgiving and managed to fuck the love of her life before she even got there. Everything was coming up roses except for her daddy’s illness and that’s all she wanted to deal with.
Her mother took two steps into the room.
“How long did it take you to turn your father against me? Fifteen minutes? He always chooses your side, no matter what the issue, and I’m tired of it. I would ask that you not obstruct the running of this house.”
“The running of this house,” Sassy shouted. “My daddy is dying and you’re worried about the running of the house?”
“I have to worry. You’re too busy being a star to come home and help out. And how could you let them cut off your hair? After I worked so hard on that mop of yours, getting it to grow. What a waste.”
Sassy felt the kind of tired that left her vulnerable to her weaknesses. She was ready to cuss her mother out, but knew that that wouldn’t help anyone.
“That’s not fair, mother,” she said. “You didn’t tell me that dad was ill. I would have come. But, I’m here now, so let’s just concentrate on daddy and making him as happy as we both can.”
“I don’t need you to tell me how to look after my husband. I just need you to not pit us against each other.”
“Now look …”
“Sassy!” Neely said, rushing into the room, interrupting them just in time. Her large breasts panted and heaved. “Your daddy wants to see you right now.”
“What’s wrong?” her mother asked.
“Nothing’s wrong,” Neely said. “He just wants to see Sassy, right this minute!”
Sassy escaped down the hall to her father’s bedside. He looked like an angel, so fragile, so trusting with his snow white duvet pulled up under his brown chin.
“I heard you two getting at it, and it’s your first night home. Your mother’s been taking good care of me and she’s tired out. But I want you to be happy, too. Why don’t you call Thom? I’m sure he’ll know what to do with you.”
Sassy stared down at her father and she’d never loved him more. He’d seen them and he knew that she needed to spend time with Thom. Between her daddy, Neely and Thom, she felt so loved. Why did her mother hate her so? She didn’t even want to think about it. She looked down at her dad. “Thanks for this gift,” she whispered.
“Stop blubbering and go have a good time. I remember young,” he said, winking his goodbye.
Sassy dashed out of the room and up the stars to her old bedroom. They’d added a balcony off her room and it was charming in the starlight. Neely had unpacked her clothes and Sassy soon chose the favourite bra from her Seduction Line, matching red panties and an off the shoulder dress that fell to her ankles. She showered quickly, dressed and called Thom again. He was ten minutes away. She ran back down to her father’s room. He was awake, but barely.
“You look beautiful,” he said, smiling. “Have a good time.”
Sassy kissed his cheek and made her way back to the music room where Neely sat knitting and her mother sat staring into space.
“I’m going out,” she said. “I’ll see you in the morning.”
“First night home and you’re going out? It’s ten o’clock. What lady goes out at ten o’clock?”
“This woman does,” Sassy said, turning to leave.
“You sure look pretty,” Neely said, “and I bet I know who you’re goin’ out with.”
“He didn’t hurt you enough last time? He was seeing Honey Morgan right under your nose.”
Honey Morgan?!
“Still is, I suppose. He couldn’t keep his marriage together.”
Not this time, mother.
Sassy was sure that Thom had been seeing lots of women, but she was determined not to sweat it. She and Thom had begun another chapter today. What had gone on before was simply life. But … Honey?
Fuck you, mother …
Sassy was waiting by the cedar tree when Thom drove up. She rushed around to the passenger side and jumped in. The car smelled of vanilla and lust. Was it memory or could she still smell her own pussy juice, the intoxicating muskiness of Thom’s balls? She snuggled against him and her huge breasts insinuated themselves against his arm.
“You’re a long-legged, bald-headed, bronze coloured minx and you’re dangerous. You’ve always been dangerous. I’m going to have to pun …”
“Have you fucked Honey Morgan?” Sassy cut him off.
Thom glanced at her and then back at the road. “Yes.”
“How could you?” Sassy shrieked.
Thom stopped the car.
“I’m much too tired for nonsense,” Thom said, turning toward Sassy. “If there’s something you need to ask, then do, but don’t shout.”
Forget Honey Morgan!
“My mother just told me that you were fucking Honey Morgan right under my nose, and I’m … ”
“Not your mother! Not again!” Thom slammed his fist against his steering wheel.
Shut up, Sassy! You’re blowing it!
Sassy already knew she was blowing it, but she couldn’t seem to stop her words or her nasty tone.
“Do you remember why we broke up?”
“Because you were fucking other girls.”
“That’s not true. We broke up because you called me on a Friday morning to cancel our weekend because your mother had suddenly decided to take you to look at your college residence. Not only that, but you were too busy to meet me somewhere in private. You made me come to your house to get pecked on the cheek in front of Mommy Dearest. I’d had enough.”
“What’s that got to do with Honey Morgan?”
“Do you even remember that Honey Morgan was there that day? She was returning a script to you and she watched me go through that humiliating experience. I felt like a fool and I was tired of it. We were done, Sassy. All that was left was to tell you, so I gave Honey a ride home.”
“You gave her a ride, all right.”
“Sassy, this is old news. Isn’t it time to concentrate on us?” A hopeful smile teased his lips, but his eyes were still on guard.
Tell him you’re hungry, you want to pick up some Chinese!
“So-o-o-o,” Sassy cooed, ignoring her better sense, “because my mother surprised me with a trip and I had to cancel our date, you had to sleep with that slut, Honey Morgan.”
Thom reached down, released his seat, and relaxed back. “So o-o-o,” he returned the coo, “Miss Sassy wants to know about Honey Slut. So be it. It’s quite the tale, so you might as well relax.”
Sassy didn’t know what to do, so she released her seat and turned toward Thom. She couldn’t keep her eyes off his large hand as he began to finger his cock. Pleasure bathed his face, as he shifted his hips to properly massage his balls. He squeezed them, rubbed them and moaned as if Sassy wasn’t there.
“Now, about Honey Slut,” he said, smiling as he warmed up to his story:
It started as soon as we got into the car.
“My brother tells me that you’re a man in need and I’m here to fix that. Right here in this driveway.”
She unzipped my pants and took out my dick, as if it were her own.
“You’re not a virgin, are you?”
I just shook my head. She reclined the seat, just like this, and then plopped herself in my lap. I’d had a summer of your rejections and my cock stood up against her clit like a pole waiting to be jumped. Honey Slut worked it and me, until I was ready to blow and she climbed off just in time.
“Consider this an opening,” she told me.
Sassy’s breath was coming hot and fast as Thom unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock. It was shorter, but thicker than before. Thom’s lips were loose as he licked his fingers and teased the rim of his cock head. Sassy, her nipples and pussy were on fire.
“Sit up,” Thom commanded. “Prove that I don’t need that slut! Slip that dress off your shoulders and let me see those tits of yours. And then, suck my cock.”
Sassy had always been the dominant one and she didn’t know how to react, but she was turned on in a big way. Her pussy was throbbing and dripping and her mouth was dry, dry, dry. She watched Thom’s cock leak pre-cum and all she wanted was to suck it.
Sassy thought she was going mad. Her pussy was burning up. She began to finger herself with one hand, as she pumped Thom’s raging hard-on with the other. It was time for her to take over. She quietly opened the car door, got out and wriggled out of her dress. Her massive breasts spread over the seat when she bent over to remove her undies. She climbed back in. Thom now seemed hypnotized by her tits. His cock was a thick, raging, rigid miracle.
“Don’t you know that I need that cock inside me? Honey doesn’t have these. They’re mine,” she said, dodging him. She lifted her tits and buried her own face in them. She then began to suckle and bite her nipples, groaning all the while at the pleasure she was giving herself. Thom pumped his cock and stared. “Now fuck me,” she ordered, jumping out of the car.
For the second time that day, she spread herself like a buffet on the hood of his car, legs wide open.
She made love to her pussy, as Thom struggled out of his clothes. She cooed and played with her titties, as if they were her babies.
“No more Honey Morgan,” Thom said, sliding his cock into her, slowly and deeply.
“No more Honey Morgan,” Sassy said, raising her hips, circling them, devouring his cock all over again.
She rolled over and her tits spread over metal as she presented her ass. Thom took her from behind, thrusting, groping at her tits, withdrawing to plunge again. Sassy rubbed her clit and her pussy muscles massaged and electrified Thom’s cock to distraction. He thrust into her and she thrust back until they were bound for glory.
“I’m coming,” Sassy screamed.
“Hush,” Thom panted, as he spewed come deep inside and collapsed over her.
Dressed and back in the car, he kissed Sassy gently, before turning the ignition.
“I’d better get you to bed. Tomorrow’s going to be tough no matter how we look at it,” he said, as the car rolled off the property and onto the main road.
“I’ll do everything I can to make this my dad’s best Thanksgiving ever.”
“Well, the best thing you can do for him is to get along with your mother. He adores you both. He needs you both.”
“I agree, but that would take a miracle.”
“Then a miracle it is,” Thom said. “A miracle it will be.”
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