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Archive name: lady.txt (m/F, nc)
Authors name: Gemini (chad1891@hotmail.com)
Story title : Travis & The Lady Who Had Too Much To Drink

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Travis & The Lady Who Had Too Much To Drink (m/F, nc)
by Gemini (chad1891@hotmail.com)


 Our favorite little pervert Travis takes advantage of 
one of his mother's friends after she has a little too 
much to drink at a wedding.

**

 Only Travis would attend a wedding ceremony of two 
people he hardly knew with a pocket full of condoms. 
There was no logic behind it, but as Travis would 
always say, "I'm a proud supporter of safe sex." 
 
 Actually the gleeful bride and groom's identities were 
best known to Travis's mother, Carol, who was surprised 
when she received an invitation at the office from her 
former best friend, Tammy. 
 
 Tammy really had it in for Carol dating back about two 
years when she caught her giving head to her college 
graduate son, Robbie, in the garage during a 4th of 
July barbecue. Needless to say fireworks of all sorts 
went off that year! Carol, who was depressed about her 
recent divorce with Travis's father at the time, tried 
desperately to apologize to Tammy and blamed her 
irresponsible actions on the wine and "not having a man 
for so long." Tammy, who went through weeks of hypnotic 
therapy to get THAT image out of her head, founded and 
managed the unauthorized "Carol, The Office Slut" 
campaign around the workplace. She refused to ever talk 
to Carol again, but let her frustrations out on 
indecent doodles and anti-Carol memos that were 
decorated on every cubicle wall standing on the 4th 
floor. This silent and intense hatred existed for two 
years, until now.

 Now Tammy seemed to be too excited that her fat 
daughter was finally getting a man and leaving the 
house to care who attended the party. Carol, who wisely 
chose not to wear her usual revealing outfits to work 
for two years, even saw a soft look of tranquility, 
maybe even forgiveness, in Tammy's eyes when her 
chocolate-dipped pupils met hers. 
 
 "Please do come, Carol," she said in her hushed voice. 
For some reason, Tammy always had a hushed voice after 
her long-term anger period. "I really do want you to be 
there. I know things haven't been the same between us, 
but I really do miss you. You need to see the house 
anyway, and Walter, and the family. It's been really 
long and I've been in a bad place for too TOO long. But 
now I'm in my happy place. And I want you to be there. 
You and Travis."

 Carol, moved to solid tears, gushed and squealed, "Oh, 
of course I'll come. If you have me. Does this mean you 
forgive me?"

 "Oh sure, besides it was so long ago I can hardly 
remember what the big deal was." No one in the 
workplace cared to remind her.

 Travis chose to wear the snazzy navy blue shirt and 
silver tie he wore for his senior pictures. He was only 
seventeen, but he felt he could pull off twenty easily 
with his sophisticated clothes and the killer 
combination of his charming smile and sensual hazel nut 
eyes. His moustache, which he had been working on for a 
whole year, could pass as an older gentleman forgetting 
to shave his upper lip for two (maybe three) weeks. He 
was delighted to find the only pair of matching pants 
made his ass look like a ripe juicy apple. And, of 
course, there were the condoms. A last minute decision 
with absolutely know right or reason to it. Yet when 
Travis woke up this Sunday morning, he had a spiritual 
feeling evade him and it told him that he would need 
them.

 Carol came into his room dressed in a decent, lacy 
black dress with violet tulips. The blackness of the 
dress matched the dark roots hidden under saucy red 
auburn hair and the violet tulips matched the hint of 
purple in Carol's make-up, fingernail polish, and fake 
contact lenses. Carol didn't let the fact that she was 
45 get in the way of her trying out for Esquire 
magazine. She had a fit, mature, toned body with a nice 
dark tan and swaying hips. Her cleavage tentatively 
peeked our from above. She didn't want to show off her 
impressive boobs at Tammy's party, but at the same time 
--- she was SINGLE!!!
 
 "Don't you look sharp," she purred, swinging Travis 
around to take a good look at her little man. "All the 
girls will be begging to dance with you, I'm sure." 
Travis shrugged with a hey-what-can-I-say?-I'm-a-stud 
expression on his face and took an eye-full of his 
mother. "And you look......wow." Carol grinned 
delighted, "Really?"

 "Mom, as your son, I shouldn't allow you to leave the 
house with that dress on."

 "Well as your mother I have the right to ignore any 
orders you give to me!"

 "Seriously mom, you look HOT."

 "Yeah, well, that's the Sicilian part of the family. 
All the women in Sicily look absolutely gorgeous."

 "Really? You need to let me know when we plan to 
travel there to discover our roots."

 "Okay smarty, let's go." Carol ordered as she led the 
way to her car and simultaneously searching for the 
keys to the Camry through her vinyl purse. " The 
ceremony happens in half an hour!"

 "Jesus! Look at the ass on you!"

 "Watch it, Trav. Any remarks like that at Tammy's 
house and you're in big trouble, buster."

 Tammy's house, which was a quaint little suburban 
home, stood on the other side of town, which meant 
Travis would have to spend at least a good twenty 
minutes of suffering while the radio dial stayed 
strictly on Adult Contemporary Soft Rock, the lowest 
form of music on the planet (or, at least, Travis's 
planet). But Travis could easily escape the mating call 
of Michael Bolton as he looked out his window and 
fantasized about the girls at the reception. He knew 
Tammy's daughter was a cow of a woman, which isn't a 
nice description for anyone, but was the best 
description he could make of her. He also knew that 
Tammy, like his mother, was quite a looker for her age. 
With any luck, she could have other daughters who 
carried the better of the gene pool. Ancient lore 
stated that Carol and Tammy were sorority sisters and 
party animals, he didn't need a yearbook full of dirty 
remarks to know what possibly had gone on in his 
mother's bed during that crazy period of the great 7os 
era.

 He knew that his mother was a very sexually-driven 
woman. She might have even been misinterpreted as a 
"slut" or something, but he also knew that his mother 
wasn't easy or cheap. She loved sex and she loved her 
body, but she had a mind to back it up with and was 
very smart how she used her body. He didn't care that 
his mother was this way, in fact, his whole family tree 
was driven on sex, and he wasn't any different. He lost 
his virginity when he was 11 to a girl that lived three 
floors down from the apartment he used to live. She was 
going on 14, and not fully developed, but Travis had 
been fascinated with the female body ever since.

 "Are you listening to me?" Carol nudged her son who 
had been staring out the window and ignoring her for 
almost twelve minutes now.

 "Did you say something?" 

 "I said the groom is going through training to become 
a firefighter, isn't that interesting?"

 "Sure I guess. Just don't corner him in the garage or 
anything. This is his wedding day."

 Travis didn't know why he liked to pour a bit of 
gasoline on the burning the flame that was his mother. 
Sometimes he was very attracted by her anger, in fact, 
Freud would probably have a blast analyzing his 
enjoyment for riling up the Italian temper of his 
mother. It was almost a turn-on for Travis.

 Carol decided not to give Travis the pleasure this 
time around. "You know, Travis... the sun is up. Maybe 
you should tell those boy scouts camping under that 
tent down there to get up." Travis looked down at his 
pants and turned bright red to find a bulging erection 
saluting towards his direction. A ridiculously obvious 
erection that his own mother not only caught him on, 
but had the brass to call him on it. He had never felt 
so humiliated.

 "Wonder what you were daydreaming about." Carol said 
with an evil grin. "Oh God, sorry mom... I... " Travis 
began.

 "No need to apologize, sonny. It's completely natural. 
I have a pretty good idea how the male sexual organs 
work, so it's really no shock to me." Travis was 
silent. He must have been thinking about his first time 
with the neighbor girl. How tight her pussy clenched 
his little penis as he thrust it inside her. He only 
knew the fucking motions from what he witnessed on the 
video tapes he used to steal from his parents' room. He 
remembered how strange it felt for the two of them. It 
was probably the best orgasm he ever had because he 
remembered how it ran through his whole body and left 
him weak in the arms of his junior high lover. 

 Michelle, he thought her name was. But who can be sure? 
He remembered how hard his little cock got when she 
revealed her flourishing little mounds with soft, pink 
nipples. He loved how the nipples of the younger girls 
poked out so plump and pointy at the same time. He 
remembered playing with Michelle's little nibblets and 
was amused by how even at eleven years old, he had his 
own little routine going on.

 "Are you embarrassed, Travis, honey? I didn't mean to 
embarrass, you. At least no one else noticed."

 "No, ma. I'm just a little surprised, that's all. It 
kind of caught me off guard."

 After that moment, the two decided not to chat to each 
other on the rest of the way to the wedding. Carol 
continued to sing along to her music on the radio and 
Travis looked out his window, begging for his cock to 
die down.

 They arrived to the angel-white abode decorated with 
balloons and ribbons and a loud sign announcing PATT & 
JERRY'S WEDDING. The ceremony was already taking place 
behind the house in a heavenly gazebo holding the 
reverend, bride, and groom as the bridesmaids and best 
men lingered awkwardly outside, faced down by a cluster 
of friends and relatives sitting uncomfortably in lawn 
chairs.

 "Shit," Carol hissed as the two of them tried to slip 
in the back without causing too much attention to 
themselves. "We're late." Travis rolled his eyes at the 
obviousness of that statement. He then looked on at the 
bridesmaids. One was tall, pale and a little chubby 
with a stern look on her face behind thick glasses. 
Another was practically a midget, standing hardly four 
feet with a shaggy haircut, but a rather cute face. 
Travis, by the amount of jewelry she had on her, 
concluded that she was around the good age of 18 or 
older. Yet she was small, too small for Travis's figure 
and he went on to the next girls. The last two looked 
too young to start high school, which was the limit for 
Travis. Travis was flexible with the pussy he hammered, 
but you have to draw the line somewhere. He would 
sometimes make exceptions, if there were exceptions to 
be made; but from the looks of these girls, he didn't 
have to think twice to pass.

 "How long is this going to take?" Travis whispered to 
Carol who just shushed him back. "I need to take a 
leak, should I just wait?" Travis insisted. "Well if 
you have to go bad, run in the house real quick, but 
hurry back." Travis nodded and quietly left the 
squatting crowd, heading toward the back door of the 
house.

 Travis had never seen inside Tammy and Walter's house 
before. It was much cleaner than his house and the 
walls were covered with family photos. One photo in 
particular caught Travis's eyes. It was Tammy when she 
was younger, spread out on a picnic blanket out at a 
park somewhere. Her white woolish top clung to her body 
tightly, but was so tiny, it only covered up her chest, 
leaving her flat tummy and navel to clear view. Her 
jean cut-offs were rolled up her thighs even more to 
show her muscular thighs spread out on the blanket. Her 
blond hair laid out over her head where she laid and 
she stared into the camera with deep blue eyes and gave 
it a pouty kiss. Travis, for the first time since he 
got to the wedding, was turned on and very much wanted 
to know what was under those revealing clothes.

 "Travis? Is that you?" Travis turned around and saw 
Tammy with a bright, surprised face and an empty beer 
bottle in her hand. "Oh my God! Look at you!" She put 
the bottle down and walked up to Travis, "You're a 
man!" She squealed in almost disbelief. Only inches 
away, Travis could smell the odor of alcohol permeating 
from Tammy. "Hello Mrs. Anderson." 

 "I haven't seen you for so long, give me a hug!" Tammy 
grabbed Travis and pulled him towards her. Travis gave 
off an uncomfortable smile and noticed something odd 
was happening downstairs. He had another boner and this 
time it was poking against the flesh of Tammy Anderson, 
his mother's college chum. He didn't know how many 
beers Tammy had and he didn't know why she would be 
drinking anything inside the house while her daughter 
was getting married, but he did know Tammy had a bad 
reputation of alcohol and an even worse lack of 
tolerance for it.

 "Travis, God it's been ages since I hugged someone. I 
can't believe it." Tammy backed away from Travis and 
picked up the bottle she put down, shook it, and 
laughed. "Empty. Don't you hate it when that happens."

 "Mrs. Anderson? Shouldn't you be out there watching 
your daughter be married?"

 Tammy sighed and went to the refrigerator to pull out 
two more bottles. "She doesn't care about me, she told 
me last night. I worked so hard putting this together 
and she tells me last night that she hates me and never 
wants to see me again and this and that... and some 
other stuff..."

 "I don't think she meant that, Mrs. A. did you guys 
have a fight or something?"

 "Yes, Sherlock! You guessed it. We had a fight. And I 
told her... hey, Travis, do you want a beer?"

 "No, thanks."

 "C'mon, I won't tell your mother. You can trust me." 
Tammy winked at Travis and gave a smile that was glazed 
with intoxication. She was gone. Ridiculously gone, and 
now it seemed that she was hitting on Travis. "Sure 
whatever.." Travis took the beer in hopes that it would 
make Tammy happy and, by all means, calm. Tammy went on 
with your slurring of words... "So if she doesn't want 
me to watch. Fine! It's being videotaped anyway. Am I 
talking too loud? I'm sorry, honey, I'm so wasted. Do 
you think this is how your mom felt when she was giving 
my son a blowjob?"

 Travis's eyes bulged and though he hadn't attended to 
say anything, a nervous laugh exploded from his mouth 
and he improvised, "I... I really have no idea."

 "Do you want a blowjob, Travis?"

 Travis was silent. No nervous laugh. No laugh at all. 
He sat his bottle on a table and looked at Tammy with 
shocked and confused eyes. "Because I can give you a 
blowjob, Travis. Really. I may be old, but I know how 
to give a blowjob."

 Travis was caught in a lost Twilight Zone episode. 
Tammy Anderson, who he had known for as long as he 
could remember and who knew him since he was born, 
wanted to suck his cock. Want to give him a blowjob. 
"Are you serious?" He faintly whispered, not really 
making a sound but moving his lips. "Dead serious," she 
replied approaching him and immediately rubbing the 
erect cock she felt as they hugged. "Don't you want me 
to, Travis?"

 Travis did want her to, the moment was strange but 
right. So right. He not only feared, but also expected 
Walter Anderson to walk in and catch his wife stroking 
him over his pants. But he didn't. Another moment 
passed and there was nothing but sheer tension, heavy 
silence, and no one coming in the back door.

 "No one will know baby, it'll be real quick." 

 Suddenly Travis was flipped on devil-may-care mode and 
he kissed Tammy. Tammy giggled in delight and squeezed 
Travis into her body. She had gained a few pounds since 
the picture, but she was most certainly not overweight. 
Her breasts were bigger and fuller and her waist was 
slightly wider. Travis reached behind her and squeezed 
her rear which was plumper. Tammy started to breathe 
heavily and passionately. "We have to hurry, Travis. 
Before people walk in."

 "Okay, I'm ready." Travis said straining. If there was 
one thing he was bad at it was getting hot under 
pressure. But his cock which was a decent boner to 
begin with, roared under his zipper. Tammy kneeled 
under him unstrapped his pants. She kissed his member 
over the boxers and it leaped in joy. The oldest woman 
he ever made it with was 25, now he was letting this 
wild, drunk 45 year old woman lick his balls. This was 
an incredible event, though it was being rushed for 
time. Tammy pulled the strap of Travis's boxers and his 
cock bounced free like a diving board. "Aaah... Travis, 
it's beautiful." Tammy told him as she put the head 
against her lips and softly ran it across. 

 A volt went up Travis's spine; then Tammy's tongue 
emerged. She took the head inside her lips and made 
soft moaning sounds as she rolled her tongue around the 
tip. He took his hands inside her curly blond hair and 
rubbed her head as she took in more. She grabbed Travis 
by his balls and played with his shaft more. It was 
some warm inside Tammy's mouth who curled her tongue 
around Travis's shaft in rotations that made his head 
spin. She was definitely a pro at this and Travis was 
honored to be experiencing the oral acrobats of an old 
cocksucker.

 She took his cock out and licked the sides. "Are you 
gonna cum soon?" She cooed. "N..NOt yet." She took his 
cock in her mouth again and started to suck hard, 
making slurping sounds that made Travis even hotter. He 
looked down and was mesmerized by the tight cheekbones 
that inflated in and out as she bobbed her head. Travis 
chose to take a broad move and pushed Tammy's head 
closer to his groin. He could feel his penis go deep 
into her mouth and the head reaching the top of her 
throat. He was careful not to gag her, but Tammy didn't 
seem to mind a bit. She stuck out her tongue and 
reached for his testicles to lick. She tried to get 
both of them inside her mouth. She was very ambitious.

 "Oh......Gaw....Now I'm gonna cum...." Travis spat out 
as he guided Tammy's head into short, quick motions, 
still deep in her mouth. He could feel his head aiming 
directly into her throat as it peeked in and out. His 
balls tightened and inside Tammy's warm, wet....

"TRAVIS!!!!"

Tammy's head flung out from his grip, releasing his 
cock from her jaws. His cock shot out five thick globs 
of semen, one hitting Tammy on her chin, two hitting 
her chest, and the other two hitting the kitchen floor. 

Travis collapsed to the floor and quickly gathered his 
cock to push it back into his pants. Tammy looked 
behind her to catch Carol standing by the back door 
with a statuesque portrait of shock on her face. Tammy 
wiped her chin, "Now we're even, bitch!"


THE END

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