Old South Trailer Court

ALL CHARACTERS ARE ADULTS.

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Randy was the spawn of a liaison his momma had with one of her teachers before she quit school. Ruth, Randy's momma, rented a small trailer at the Old South Trailer Court, and was a cafeteria worker at a local school. Randy moved in with her after his discharge from the army, and generally slept on her sofa. The trailer had one bedroom, one bath, eat-in kitchen, and a living room.

Before Randy moved in Ruth's social life was modest but punctuated with enough romance to keep her huge libido contained within her skin. The trailer was near a tavern and convenient for the married men and young men with appetites for a port in a storm or just christening. She had her cyber affairs, and phone sex, to be accurate, but they're not the same as the real deal. For the last month Randy was a crimp in Ruth's hose.

Ruth was an attractive female in her late 30s. That is, her teeth were pretty, she wasn't obese, and had none of the cosmetic blemishes women get from excessive alcohol and drug abuse. Randy liked how she looked in a WalMart nightie. The trailer park was full of crack whores and meth monsters who looked like dog meat. Ruth's thing was a baggie of pot when she could afford it, and a liter of Quickie Mart wine every Friday night, to wash down a five dollar cheese pizza.

And when he overheard Ruth on the phone, complaining to a girlfriend about how the agitated ants in her pants frustrated and distracted her, he encouraged her to use his car and go for a little action, which she did Randy offered to move out but the money he brought in, plus his car, made Ruth's circumstances much better than when she was alone, with just her wages and the allotment he sent her every month.

On the night of her date Randy bunked in Ruth's bedroom in the event she brought a beau home for some necking and petting. He went to bed about midnight and was asleep when Ruth came home after two. A hand rubbing his dick woke him up.

Ruth was beside him in the bed, snoring, and smelled of alcohol and cigarettes, especially her hair. He wondered if she was dreaming. The back of her hand was what was rubbing him to erection. Ruth was on her side with her back to him and her arm behind her back. When Randy was erect and turgid Ruth pressed her ass against him and moaned softly. She seemed asleep but Randy wasn't certain. He thought of going out to the couch but when he started to pull away from her, she whispered something like, "Not yet," and placed his hand on her hip.

"Are you awake?" He asked.

She didn't reply, and he waited for a while before turning over to lie on his back. When he lifted himself to go to the couch he felt her fingers wrap around his dick, sensed her moving, and felt her wet mouth slide over the head of his cock. "Mom?" She said nothing but started coating the head of his cock with gobs of saliva as she stroked its shaft slowly.

What's a guy to do? "A stiff dick has no conscience," he told himself. "She won't remember this in the morning." And it didn't stop him from fingering her. She didn't resist or say a word, and her hole was plenty wet. When he felt the ejaculation coming he tried to pull out of Ruth's mouth, but her fingers tightened around his cock and held him till he erupted. Then she licked him clean with long, languid tongue strokes.

Done, Ruth straddled Randy and pushed her wet gash down his cock, then fucked him hard with her pelvis till he felt her squeeze his dick with her pussy, shake, and relax. After a while she snuggled next to him, resumed snoring, and that was it. When he awoke Ruth was in the kitchen, on the phone.

He poured himself a cup of coffee and listened to the phone chatter. Halfway through the cup Ruth leaned over his shoulder and topped off his coffee, touching his shoulder and back of his head as she did it. He smelled a hint of spunk on her. Nothing was said about what happened during the night. He decided to let sleeping dogs alone.

A week later he came home late from work and found Ruth asleep on the couch. The tv was on and her bottle of wine sat open on the coffee table. She was snoring. He slept in her bedroom till he awoke from Ruth's mouth full of his cock. He switched on the lamp.

It wasn't a dream. Her mane of strawberry blonde hair concealed her face, and he pushed it back, behind her ear so he could watch her gobble his tool. "I thought I was dreaming last week," he said. Ruth looked at him and kept gobbling. "I'm gonna cum," he warned her.

She gobbled harder till he did, then raised up so he could see the cum in her mouth spill out and drool down her chin. "Fuck me," she whispered, and got on her hands and knees, with her ass in his face.

"In your ass or pussy?" He asked.

"I don't care," she replied.

Ruth had nice tits. They looked average to his eyes but filled her bras and tee shirts. Her bush was red and thick.

Afterwards Ruth lay on her stomach breathing heavy, her muscles pulsing and contracting her pussy. Her pussy lips were swollen up plump. He fingered her slit for a while, till she crawled up beside him and went to sleep. She was still sleeping when Randy got out of bed at seven. When the Sun came up he went outside to wash and wax his car.

The Goth bitch from next door came out to flirt with Randy. She looked to be twenty, with Lady Gaga style blonde hair, pinafore, maryjane shoes, and blackened eye sockets. The hair bow was real. "My boyfriend's in jail if you'd like to come over," she suggested.

"I'll think about it," he said.

"Maybe your mom can watch the baby. I'd like to have another baby," she thought out loud. Randy looked at her but ignored the provocation.

Back inside Ruth was at the sink washing dishes. Randy moved up behind her, put his arms around her, and pulled her close as he nuzzled her neck. "You need to get a girlfriend," she said.

"I got one," he whispered.

"I'm serious," she said. "What happened is sick," she added.

"Then how about the one next door? She invited me over to play doctor, just now, "he said.

"Gross. She's really sick," Ruth moaned from the nuzzling. Randy moved his hands down Ruth's tummy to her pussy.

"I like girls who don't wear panties," he said.

"I need to shower," she said.

"It can wait," he said.