Babydoll Ch. 11

I could see very clearly that Ashley had the buttons of her blouse undone and the demi cups of her bra had her bountiful breasts nearly spilling over the top. They were fully engaged with their hands roaming one another's bodies.

David pleaded, "Baby, I'm so hot for you. Will you.... (gulping) will you please take it out."

My heart almost stopped as I watched my sister begin to slither down David's legs as he lay back on the sofa. Once down over his waist, she leaned forward and began unzipping his pants. Then she fished inside until she found his hard shaft. When she couldn't get it out of the opening, she unbuckled his belt and opened his pants.

"Go ahead and pull them down." He lifted up and allowed her to pull his jeans to below his knees.

It was all that I could do to fight the urge to rush into the room and thrash this motherfucker. I couldn't believe what was happening before my eyes. The fact that I wasn't naïve to the depth of Ashley's relationship was the only thing that held my resolve to let this carry on, but it certainly wasn't meeting my mind's approval. This was so surreal and it seemed as though the event was happening in slow motion.

I realized she was obeying his request as she began tugging his jeans down, which took with it his underwear. A paradox of emotion washed over me, which made my body flush with heat. On the one hand I was excited seeing my goddess in such a vulnerable state. She's really going to do this, started whirring in my mind. I'm actually going to see her do this. This voyeurism caused my cock to instantly rise.

I closed my eyes and involuntarily shook my head not wanting to acknowledge this nightmare, but I couldn't tear my eyes away from the eroticism of the moment. When I opened my eyes again I saw David's engorged rod pulsing in my sister's hand. It wasn't a huge penis, it was definitely skinnier than my own, but looked to be close to the same length, not that I am into any admiration of any guy's dick other than my own.

Ashley was everything that I remembered. She began with a few licks of David's member, which seemed to lurch for wanting attention. Ashley's angelic face would do this to any man. David's sighs of pleasure rang through my ears as Ashley began caressed him, tenderly yet with purpose, tantalizing him with brief touches around his most erotically sensitive areas, running her fingertips up and down the underside of his hard-on and stopping just before she reached the ultra sensitive frenulum. She giggled when David begged her not to stop, and placed a delicate little kiss on the center of his pleasure, then continued wrapping her fingers around the shaft and began to jerk him off. David groaned in a mixture of ecstasy and frustration, while she blissfully took control of the situation.

"Do you want to feel my mouth," I heard her say, "would that feel good, honey?"

"Oh yes!" David panted, "Please, please. Please baby!"

She suddenly bent forward and took his cock into the warmth of her mouth. Her experience was obviously having its desired effect on David as he audibly moaned louder and louder.

From where I was looking, about fifteen feet away, I could plainly see Ash's tongue come out and begin to lick the precum and mix of juices from the underside of his shaft. She worked her tongue up and down, cleaning off the mix of fluids, leaving only a dangling trail of her spittle behind.

I found myself jostling my ball sack trying in earnest to find a level of comfort as my genitals bloated and became impinged against the denim gusset of my jeans. This lustful agitation of witnessing Ashley's oral exploits of David's dick had me aching with desirous envy and it was all that I could do to remain surreptitiously in the background. But then she did something that drove me nearly over the edge with lust and frustration. As she manipulated David's engorged member – deliberately licking, sucking, squeezing and teasing it , she turned her head and looked straight in the direction in which I attempted to remain anonymous, before turning back to give full attention to the task at hand. As her tongue flicked delicately on the flesh under the swollen distended head she smiled and groaned as if she knew I was there in the background the whole time. And then she sent me nearly over the proverbial cliff when she pulled off and cooed in a seductress's voice, "Oooh Baby I love you. Are you enjoying me licking your lollipop? How many licks does it take to get to the center of your lollipop?" She licked and counted one, two, three and then took the whole staph to the back of her jaw. I could only imagine the past wondrous sensations of having Ash's velvet tongue enveloped around my Phallus.

I had definitely been exposed and Ash seemed to take sadistic joy in her revenge as she looked in my direction and pulled back from the lurching meat leaving dribbling drool dangling from her lips to the tip of the cockhead, Ashley held David's glans upright in her hand and began to lick gently all around the head, and give it little sucking kisses. At the same time, she lightly stroked his balls with her supple fingers.

I knew that Ashley was milking this for all that it was worth. Her facial expressions and body language were driving me nuts. I was losing it in my mind, because I knew that Ash was taunting me and frustrating me deliberately. I hated how my arousal made me feel. And the erotic exhibitionism displayed before me intensified the torment.

David was gasping and moaning in ecstasy at this treatment, unaware that Ashley was making a show of all of this, while occasionally gazing in my direction as she seemed satisfied to willfully break me down. She bit her lower lip, then rounded her lips into an "ooooooo". Her intent seemed to be to let me know what I had lost – The message in my mind was a mocking taunt: "Ohhhh isn't it driving you crazy to watch this? Haha, I know you know how this feels! You want it so much, don't you? I'm the best! Aww, too bad it's for my boyfriend, not for you..."

Her facial expressions became so exaggerated, so contorted, as if she longed to stick the dagger in my heart and like her hand manipulating David's cock was meant to twist a knife in my heart over and over and over again. She had broken me. I was very much aroused at the exhibition, which made me feel like even more of a pervert. The scene was like watching an up close and personal view of Jenna Jameson taking control in a Porno. I was fully tormented with emotions that I had never experienced before in my life.

After what seemed like an eternity, David requested, "Baby, can you give me a little more head."

I couldn't breathe as I watched the tongue, which once belonged to me, move up the shaft until the luscious lips hovered over the pulsing head. "Is this what you want?" she cooed before delicately tracing the tip of her tongue up the underside of his shaft to the head, where she softly flicked from side to side just below the rim. Looking up at David, she pouted and took little nibbling sucks on the head of his cock, allowing her lower lip to gently massage the underside, but always quick, brief, tantalizing.

Then she opened her mouth wide to take the head inside. I felt disoriented and dizzy with a cold clammy sweat washing over my body as my knees buckled, almost as though I were about to faint from the shock of the moment I was witnessing. This couldn't be happening. That couldn't be my sister sucking a stranger's cock in the very spot where we had made such passionate love in the past.

(David) - "Mmmmmm, that's nice. You are so beautiful. Let me see your eyes. You look so beautiful sucking me like that. Ohhh... I love that... Please don't stop.... Don't ever stop..."

She hummed as he begged her not to stop, and placed a delicate little kiss on that center of his pleasure, then continued dancing her fingertips all around it. David groaned in a mixture of ecstasy and frustration, while she happily continued teasing relentlessly.

The pressure in my veins was exploding, as I continued to be glued to viewing what once was mine. Ashley prolonged the pleasuring of David's cock, as I jealously wished that it were me in his place.

David's eyes opened wide as he smiled with pleasure, "Oh God Baby you spoil me. Keep Going. Oh shit. That's it. Fuck that's incredible! hmmm," he hissed. "You're a sexy cock sucker?"

Ashley moaned as if the words of encouragement seemed to flip a switch and she began to suck the head even more fervently.

"Jack it baby," he demanded. "That's it. Oh Fuck yeah, I'm getting close."

It was all that I could do to keep from screaming when the feeling washed over me that David was going to cum in Ashley's mouth. Ashley purred, while the torrential pace of her hand began to build steam, milking the shaft as though she craved the cream. I watched as this son of a bitch's cock disappeared entirely, while he deep throated the person I loved the most in the world... "Oh yes, oh God," David moaned as his hips began to buck up at the sucking mouth. David suddenly screamed out that he was going to cum and Ashley pulled him all the way in and held him there. I could see him shaking as he came down Ashley's throat.

His hands seemed to willingly hold Ash's head as he pushed her mouth down making her gag a little. "Ooohh Fuck baby, " he hissed through the contortions of his face.

My heart sank knowing that I was separated from this woman. It was one thing to experience the beauty of sex with this princess, but to see it from a third person observation was breaking down my mental state. I experienced Ash's special abilities in this realm first hand and I've seen women give blow jobs in pornos, but watching this was an out of body experience that stirred and ignited the feelings of lust and love I had for my sister, while burying me in the despair of knowing all that I had lost.

What Ashley had done was something that would not easily escape my mind or my soul. I knew that I deserved this fate, but it drove me insane with feelings of lust and frustration. I was flushed with horniness from the exhibition of Ashley's oral treatment of David's cock and I was seething with envy.

I grasped my bloated genitalia in earnest through my tented jeans to try to create some comfort as I quickly turned to retreat back up the stairs and escape back to the confines of my bedroom. Masturbation would not relieve me of my condition. I just had to lie down and meditate and try to erase it from my mind. I was exhausted, but my blood pressure had to be shooting through the roof from the lustful jealousy and dissatisfaction caused by what I had just witnessed. I was hurt and confused and at the same time I was fully aroused by the raw eroticism fully displayed by my sister.

I must have laid in shock for 15 minutes, when a light rapping sounded upon my door. I didn't answer. The door creaked open and Ashley stuck her head in, "Why don't you answer?" I still refused to say anything as she shuffled up to my bed. She bent down looking me in the eyes, "I saw you. You saw what happened just now. You stood there like a pervert and watched... a pervert. Well, David and I are heading out. I'm spending the night at his place. You have a good night." She slowly turned and walked to the door before turning around and silently shaking her head from side to side.

It was 7pm. Ashley had a cruelty to her tone that seemed to twist the knife that had been stuck in me.

I had laid there in stunned amazement until I had dozed off. I was awoken by my cell phone ringing and its lights blinking. I looked at the clock in my room, which read 9:07pm. When I looked, my phone showed that the call was from my mother. I answered, "Hello."

"Jimmy, can you come pick me up at Cathy's house?" she asked in what seemed to be a hurried, frustrated fashion.

"Sure, but I thought they were going to give you a ride home," I asked in confusion.

(Patty) - "Yes, Honey, they were, but now they want me to stay here for the night and I just want to come home. Will you please come pick me up?"

(Jimmy) – "OK, It'll be about 30 minutes."

(Patty) – "Ok. Thank You Honey."

I was still dressed, but I had to shake out a few cobwebs, so I went downstairs and poured a Coke and drank some before heading out.

It was nearly 30 minutes later when I pulled into Cathy's driveway where there must have been eight cars. It had certainly cooled off more, about 35 degrees, and in my rush I hadn't put on a heavy jacket, but at least I was wearing a hoodie. I got out of my car and headed to the front door of Cathy's home. I rang the door bell and it didn't take 5 seconds for Cathy to open it.

"Here's my boy now. Say hey to everyone Jimmy!" My mother said while not 5 feet behind Cathy in the foyer.

I smiled at Cathy who seemed to be a little flustered, "Hey Cathy... Good to see you... Everything alright here?"

"Yes, it's good to see you Jim... What's it been like a year?" she retorted, "We offered to let your Mother spend the night here, but she insisted she was ready to head on home. So, we were going to let Charles give her a ride home, but she insisted on calling you... I hope you didn't mind. We said we would get her home and now we've inconvenienced you."

My mother leered at Cathy for her honesty as I responded, "It's no inconvenience Cathy. I was just chilling out at home. There's really nothing much to do."

I looked at my mother, " So Mama! I guess you're ready to head on out?"

(Patty) - "I really appreciate you coming to take me home Jimmy, I do hope it wasn't too much trouble"

(Jimmy) - "No, I'm happy to do it. Like I said, I didn't have anything to do anyway. I was just laying in my room listening to some music."

Cathy chimed up, "See Patty, we probably woke the boy up, while he's on his vacation."

"He's fine. He's just looking out for his ole Mom?"... My mother chuckled, as she sidled up beside me, squeezing my arm and resting her head on my shoulder. A smell of intoxication wafted through my nostrils along with the essence of her perfume.

My mind began swirling with the base instincts a man feels when a pretty woman presents herself in such a vulnerable position. There was a sense of anxiety in the air knowing that I would be alone with my mother the rest of the evening. The sensation of the heat of my mother's soft curves resting against me was making my already buzzing brain feel like it was spinning out of control.

"You two be careful and Patty you call me when you get home. There are a lot of people out there drinking tonight and I'm sure the cops are out." Cathy was admonishing in a maternal way.

"We'll be fine Cathy." Mom, looked over at me, then grabbed my hand, turned and pulled me towards the door. "Let's go honey." Mom called back over her shoulder as we exited. Then once outside the door, she put her arm around my waist and leaned in even closer beside me and whispered in my ear..."This feels really good. Thanks for coming to pick me up... I didn't want to spend the night here and Cathy's been trying to get me to go out with Charles for the last two months. I told y'all I didn't want to come over here. I knew something was up. I'm just ready to get home. You didn't mind coming to rescue your old mom did you honey?" as she gave me a kiss on the cheek

"No! Of course not and you aren't old. Don't say that." I smiled as I opened the door allowing her to gracefully slide into the passenger seat.

We live across town from Cathy's and it was going to take about 20 minutes cutting through town to get home. Mom had turned sideways and rested her head on the headrest of the low setting seat of my car. She appeared to have a nice rosy grin on her face.

She tilted her head further. And reached out to lithely grasp my hand and taking hold of it, "You don't mind do you?" as the smile broadened upon her face.

I didn't say anything as she lovingly caressed my hand.

She leaned over closer. Close enough to where I could feel the warmth of her breath and smell the wine she had obviously consumed "This feels so nice, " as she gazed at me with sparkling eyes, further settling back in her seat.

The effect of the closeness and the contact had me holding my breath, which intensified the electrical feeling in the air. Before I knew it, we were a few miles into the trip across town, close to the downtown area, as the bright lights of the city lit up the car with an amber glow, when involuntarily my cock had begun to stiffen and form a tent in my jeans. I was beginning to feel uncomfortable, but I couldn't adjust myself without drawing attention to the situation and I didn't want my mother to see my predicament.

Suddenly my mother spoke, "This reminds me so much of when your father and I used to go out before we got married," she waxed nostalgically.

I had to shift in the seat to gain some kind of comfort as I glanced towards my mother who seemed to be in some sort of trance... Ut oh! pinged in my head as I thought about where I had seen that look before.

Mom had lowered her window just a crack and as we stopped at the various lights in the Downtown area, each stoppage allowed her intoxicating perfume to waft throughout the car and enter my nostrils enveloping my every sense with its exotic scent. Each time I glanced her way, I noticed her eyes ogling me with the deepest intent. I was trying to ignore this, but it was impossible and it scared me to death to feel this tension once again permeating my carnal being.

Mom eventually began scooting a little closer to me, before releasing my hand and letting her arm glide until she graced my jawline and began wisping my hair with her finger tips. "Ohh, it is so good to have you home darling. I've missed you so... so... much. I am truly so sorry for all the bad things that have happened." She moved even closer until I could feel the swell of her breasts lightly pressing up into my upper arm. My libido rolled into hyperdrive as I felt my nerves tingle and body shiver. I looked over to catch her gazing at the noticeable tent which had formed in my denim trousers. She looked up with a smirk of mischievousness as though she were enjoying my predicament.

Mama purred as she leaned forward and planted a warm kiss on my cheek. She made sure that her voluptuous tits were grinding into his arm as she did so and let her fingertips drift up to my ear where they flickered about teasingly.

"Do you mind if I ask you a question?..." she asked, pressing in even closer while my nervous tension made me shake. She invaded my space with her presence, sweeping the oxygen out of my lungs as I fruitlessly attempted to keep my eyes on the road,

"Hmm Hmm..." I struggled to affirm, because I couldn't speak. I could feel the burning blood engorging the veins of my phallus as my balls began to ache with virility. God I just wanted to get home. Was this my imagination? Did I want to go through this again? This was the wrong place at the wrong time.

Mama had pulled back, but her glow had me thinking that she had to know what this was doing to me. This felt so much like those cock teasing episodes of the past. She seemed to be contemplating something as she leaned towards me again to where her lips nearly brushed my ear as she spoke softly..."You and that girl Jill. It's more than studying?"

"Whatta ya mean?" I continued as I tried to focus on the road, we were in the home stretch with only a few more miles with no more lights.

"Are things serious between the two of you?" she almost cooed in her questioning.

"I don't know?" I answered with brevity.

She patted me on the chest and giggled, "What kind of answer is that? Come on now.... Are you serious with the girl?"

"I don't know what you mean by serious," I retorted as I seemed to catch hold of my nerves. "There are different levels of serious. Yeah , we hang out and study and we are exclusive, I suppose. Is that what you mean?"