THE EROTIC LIFESTYLE OF CHARLES & BETTY

TALES FROM OUR PAST

This past summer Charlie and I decided to take one of those vacations where we just start driving with no particular destination in mind. We started north out of Texas and into Oklahoma. We started to talk about the past and decided to try to find the Motel on Route 66 where we had stopped on our honeymoon so many years ago. Route 66 is only a faint memory to most people, but to us that night, so many years ago was one to remember. That was the night we introduced each other to Oral Sex. We'd heard about it, but in those days, the thought of one person putting their mouth on another person's private parts was considered Kinky. Well, we did it anyway and since that night Oral has been a very important part of our love making.

We looked and asked several people about this Motel with no results, Then we saw it. The name had been changed, but there was no mistaking, This Was The Place. It wasn't in the best of repair and one could see it had fallen on hard times since the Interstate had taken the traffic away from their front door, but at least it was still open for business. We didn't remember the exact room number of our Love Nest, but did remember that it was on the back side of the Motel where there was little traffic and very quiet and restful. The lady Manager listened as we told her of our visit so long ago... and no, we didn't tell her that this was where we learned to Suck. She suggested we take a room on the rear of the unit so we wouldn't be disturbed. We registered and made our way back. I do believe it was the same room. If not the same, then close. There was only one other car in the parking area and it was right next to our room. We parked and unloaded and settled in for the evening. We watched TV for a while, then about ten, Charles said he was going to walk up front and get a paper. I elected to go along for the exercise, having been riding in a car all day. Our path to the front led us past the room next to us. As we passed by we couldn't help glancing inside. I think it is a natural human reaction to look into an open door or window if something is moving. Well, the drapes on this window were not fully closed and stood ajar for maybe an inch and a half. I know that most Motel drapes do not close fully and I've seen very few that didn't need a little help with a paper clip or a safety pin. Now, we are not what folks would call voyeurs, but what met our eyes in that room, glued us both to the sidewalk. We looked around to see that there was no one else around and stood there for a minute or two watching a Blow Job in progress. From where we were standing we couldn't see the man's head, but we could sure see what the lady was doing for him. He was on his back and she was kneeling between his spread legs, sucking his Cock. I have to admit, it did look delicious and we could not tear ourselves away from the sight. The room lights were on and I'm sure they thought they were all alone on the planet. We couldn't believe our eyes. Now, Charles and I aren't the brightest bulbs on the porch, but we DO know a Blow Job in progress when we see it.

Thinking we were sort of weird for peeking like that, we made our way to the front of the Motel to the news rack and bought a Daily Oklahoman. Like two kids, we hurried back to our little viewing place to see how things were progressing. Well, things were going just fine. By this time the lady had mounted this pole and was fucking up and down on it like a piston. We watched until it was obvious that both of them had cum. They held an embrace for a few seconds, then she rolled off to one side and they lay still. Thinking the show was over, we went to our own room next door and proceeded to get ready for bed. The scene next door had aroused us both and we were ready to do our own little show, but first, I made sure that our drapes were tightly closed.

Now when this Motel was first built, the quality of the buildings was not what it is today and surely the walls were a lot thinner. This particular room we were in had a connecting door to the rooms where the Lovers were and by being quiet and standing near this connecting door, one could hear muffled talk next door and make out many words. Again, like two peeping Toms, we got quiet and listened. As a rule most people who are disturbed by loud noises will complain to the manager and demand a quieter room. Not us. We couldn't hear every word, but we could hear enough to tell us that these two players were World Class Lovers. We listened as they played out the Lovers game. We heard the lady say. "Please Baby, can I suck you off just one more time? My Charlie had now turned his hearing aids up to full volume. We heard Baby say, Well OK, but just one more. That will make five since noon and I'm weak. Charlie and I headed for the door and took our position once again at the cracked open drape. We were rewarded with more of the same. A pretty middle aged lady on her knees munching on an eight inch Cock. She didn't just suck it, she worshiped it. She'd kiss it and stroke it, then take the head in her mouth, then suddenly deep throat it. All this while the man lay perfectly still as she enjoyed her treat. Then we noticed she was fingering herself and in a few more seconds we could tell he was shooting into her mouth as she fingered herself to her own climax.

Back into our room we didn't turn on the TV as if anything was said next door, we wanted to hear it. We were very quiet and communicated in whispers as we didn't want them to be aware that if they could hear us, then we could hear them. We quietly undressed for bed and Charles read the paper while I removed my makeup. The conversation next door was nothing more than small talk for several minutes, then the click of the light switch told us, they were going to bed. Charles and I were reclining next to each other and going over the evenings events when we heard through the paper thin walls...."Goodnight Baby, I love you".....Then..."Goodnight Mom, I love you too." Charles sat straight up in bed...."Holy Shit, did you hear what I heard?" Yes, I had heard it! Now this added a whole new dimension to our window peeking. Then we reasoned that lots of couples refer to their mate as Mom and Dad. We do it ourselves since we've gotten older. Yes, that must be it....

Just the same, we decided to rise early on Saturday morning and get a look at the couple in the daylight as they checked out. We were awake at seven and Charles went to the office for complimentary coffee and rolls. While we sipped our coffee, we opened our drapes so we had a perfect view of the white Lincoln parked next to our Buick. Our neighbors didn't stir until around eight. We heard movement and mumbling sounds, but nothing sexy. Even if they had been fucking like crazy, we couldn't have gone outside in broad daylight and watched. Then we heard them making plans for the day. There was some mention of her driving home on Sunday. Charles looked and me and I smiled and he smiled and headed for the office to pay for another night. After all, this was our, no hurry vacation and the thought of, perhaps an encore of the previous night would be icing on the cake. Our neighbors were getting dressed and we heard them mention going up front to the coffee shop. Their door opened and out they came. She was a very pretty woman who looked to be in her middle to late forties. Red hair, ample bosom, small waist, beautifully rounded ass and long legs. She was wearing a loose sweater and a flared red skirt. The male in question was a tall thin lad of perhaps nineteen, but no more than his early twenties. He wore horn rimmed glasses and was dressed in a T shirt and shorts. We allowed them a few minutes, then we followed them to the coffee shop. As we entered, they were sitting by the window looking at the menu. We took our seats two tables away. We were hoping to hear some of the conversation, but what little there was, was in whispers and we did not hear anything that would fuel our Horny. We did overhear that they planned to spend the day lounging around the pool. We returned to our room and sat there just thinking.

"By God, I do believe that they are Mother and Son." I heard Charles say aloud. I had to agree, if they weren't, then she sure was robbing the cradle, so to speak.

The morning was uneventful, as the couple got in their car and left. Charles and I sat around trying to figure out how to find out more about them. We felt guilty about being so nosy about something that was surely none of our business, but Lust and human nature won out and we devised a plan.

The couple returned around 2 PM and we heard them talking about going to the pool. This fitted into our plan, so just after they closed their door and headed for the pool, Charles and I did the same. She had taken a seat on a chaise lounge and the boy was already in the water. She had on a two piece bikini and could have been a Playboy model. Her maturity only added to her erotic good looks. We took a table near her, that had an umbrella. I can't take the sun as well as when I was young, but I was determined to stay the course. The lady spoke first and seemed very friendly. I can't remember just what we talked about. Mostly the weather and the birds and the nice comfortable Motel that was away from the noise of the freeway. Charlie went to the little gift shop to pick up some sun screen. While he was gone Ruth and I got acquainted. Then the boy got out of the pool and headed for the coffee shop. When he got about fifty feet away, he paused and called out to the lady. Something like, can I bring you something?" She didn't hear him and I said..."Your husband is calling you?" ...What Honey? ...Yes, bring me a bottle of water...make that two, bring one for Betty. Then I heard..."Oh, that isn't my husband, that's my son." Charlie dropped the Coppertone!!

Well, now, at least we know. The rest of the afternoon was one of exchanging small talk and I really got to like Ruth. There were no others around the pool area except for a lady with two small children who were down at the other end. Charlie read his paper while the son would swim for a few laps, then relax on a towel. Ruth and I talked about family and I discovered that she was a widow who lived in another small town in Oklahoma. Her husband had died two years ago and had left her well fixed with a generous insurance policy, plus some stock in IBM. Her husband had been twenty years older than she and Tim was an only child. After high school Tim had enrolled in the Jr. College in the town where we were staying. She came down to visit every two weeks and would bring his fresh laundry and pick up his dirty clothes to take home. She would arrive at noon on Friday as Tim's last class was Friday morning. She would check into the Motel and always requested a room on the backside, because it was quieter. Then, at noon she would drive to the dorm and pick up Tim for the weekend. She would leave on Sunday morning and return home. This had been her routine for the past several months. She always brought cookies and other goodies for her boy. ....In my mind, the OTHER GOODIES.....was the main reason for her visits. All in all, it was a very enjoyable relaxed Oklahoma afternoon. It was late spring and Ruth was looking forward to the end of semester, because Tim would then be home for several weeks, saving her the drive twice a month. I said to myself..."I'll bet you will be happy to have him home for the summer and I know why."

Late in the afternoon Ruth suggested we all have dinner together. We accepted the invitation and after showering and getting dressed we rode with them to the local Denny's. We laughed and talked over diner and got to know Tim. He was a quiet kid and in some circles would be called a nerd, but to us he seemed to be a really nice guy and very attentive to his Mother. He was a Business major in college. One would never mistake him for the captain of the football team, but he was a cut above the jocks one sees these days on campus. Charles insisted on picking up the check. Tim drove back to the Motel and pulled in beside our Buick. We said our good-byes and exchanged phone numbers and addresses, and Ruth invited us to visit her in the not to distant future. We extended the same invitation to she and Tim and entered our separate rooms. The sun had now set and it was getting dark.

Eight PM on the dot we heard sounds from our neighbors that meant that it was SHOW TIME. Again just as the night before two perverted old people made their way to the crack in the drapes and again were entertained in a most erotic way. Same as the night before, we watched a Mother suck her son's Cock, ride that Cock like a cowgirl, throw both legs back over her head and holding this position, watched Tim pour the Cock to her. This was better than any Porn tape we'd ever seen and we have seen a lot. Tonight the show was even better. This time we saw them locked in a beautiful 69. That boy was as good at eating Pussy as old Mom was at sucking Dick. They were a perfect match. We watched until they took a break. Back in our room, the temptation got to us and I couldn't wait another moment. I knelt before Charles, unzipped his pants and went down on him. He was still hard from watching the incest scene at the window and began to fuck me deep into my throat. 69 time. We got on the bed and for the next hour we fucked and sucked like we were teenagers. It was wonderful. We saw Ruth and Tim at the coffee shop the following morning. We were packed and ready to leave. We finished our breakfast and said more good-byes to our new friends. "Now don't forget to call me." Ruth said as we departed. We pulled onto the Interstate and for the next hundred miles we talked of nothing else other than Ruth and Tim. While we have never been involved in the ancient art of Incest, we had heard many stories and while not being tempted to try it, it did bring a tingle into our loins. As we rode, Charles reached over to play with my pussy. I never wear panties when we travel and he found a wet slit. For the next few miles, I was Ruth and he was Tim. I unzipped his pants and took his erect seven inches out and stroked it. The sign said ...Rest Area one mile.... We pulled in and parked away from the other cars and trucks..... "Tim Honey, do you mind if Mother sucks your Cock?".... "No Mom, I'd love it." I sucked it dry, licked it clean and said..."Thank you Baby, Mother loves you."

Bullshit on this driving, let's head home. We have a lot of fucking to catch up on. At the next exit we turned and headed back to Texas. I'll just bet that on some lonesome highway in Oklahoma, Ruth is fingering her wet pussy, and dreaming of future weekends with Baby.

CONNIE

Another Soul from out of our wicked past came to mind today. What made us think of this lady was a tape Charles rented this week called "Gum me Bare." This tape features three or four women who suck Cocks with no teeth. It may sound weird to some, but we liked it. We've known several women who wore dentures and on occasion would remove them to give a guy a treat, but Connie stands out from all the rest.

We first met Connie about fifteen years ago one evening in the Adult Theater. She was sitting in the row just behind us with a friend we later got to know as Larry. We could hear slurping sounds and naturally we turned around to watch what was going on. We heard her say,"Please cum for me." Sure enough Connie was sucking Larrys' Cock. We watched for several minutes until Larry shot off in her mouth. She swallowed the load, then reached into her purse and got her dentures and put them in her mouth. This really got our attention. We introduced ourselves and became friends. There weren't many people in the place that evening as it was early, but as time wore on, another couple and several single guys came in. The minute the guys eyes got used to the darkness of the Theater, they could make out Connie and two of them moved down into the row with she and Larry. It was obvious that the guys knew she and Larry. Larry moved one seat away so the guys could sit by Connie.

Sure enough out came the teeth and into the purse and she bent over one and then the other and within two minutes she had swallowed two more loads of cum. Shortly after that the guys left. Seeing her style, I suggested to Charles that he should move back with her and get himself a smooth mouth blowjob. He moved back and unzipped his pants and stood in front of her and just like the other guys, she took him down her throat and just like the others he shot off in about forty seconds. We exchanged phone numbers that night and became fast friends for several years. Connie was in her seventies at the time and Larry was around fifty. They weren't married, but were good friends and Larry was kind to her and enjoyed taking her to the Theater so she could do her thing.

We were with them many times in the Theater and it was always the same. She had a great following and when she was there the guys would line up to get to her smooth mouth. We've seen her suck off ten guys a night and she said this was her favorite sexual outlet. She loved sucking bare Cocks to completion and never once did we see her use a condom. Of course, this was years ago and before the Aids scare hit the Nation.

She used to tell me the wonderful feeling of a Cock in a smooth mouth. I'll bet it would be good, but I still have my teeth and sure don't intend to have them pulled just for this pleasure. Charles kids me constantly about having all my teeth pulled.

Larry died about five years later with a heart attack and this left Connie without a partner to take her to the Theater. She started calling us to see when we were going and asked if she might go with us. Back then we were going at least once every two weeks and sometimes even more, so we sort of adopted her and anytime we were going, we'd call and go by and pick her up. The action was always the same. She sure had a lot of friends and once a guy had fucked that mouth he always came back for more. Through her, we got to meet some really nice guys who we partied with from time to time. Connie preferred the action in the Theater to a party because it was a matter of supply and demand. At a party we might have three or four guys and once they got with her she'd wipe them out. I never saw a guy that could resist her mouth and I never saw one that could last over two minutes. Even Larry had a problem staying with her for any length of time and would have to keep pushing her away to keep from cumming to soon.

The sad end to this story is that Connie had a stroke on her eighty first birthday and could no longer get out of the house. Six months later she was dead.

The guys nicknamed her Connie Smooth Mouth and to this day if we run into one of them, they never fail to mention her talent. She told us that she'd started sucking Cocks when she was eleven and would play in the tree house with her older brother and his friends. She attempted to suck her younger brother when he was nine, but the dumb kid didn't go for it and told his Mother. This put a stop to her tree house action, but it didn't lessen her desire. She said she'd lost all her teeth when she was in her fifties and had she known the wonderful pleasure of gumming a Cock, she'd have had them all pulled when she was sixteen.

I'm glad we thought of her today. Thinking about her gave us both a real boost. After the stroke she had to give up her favorite pastime. She was in a wheel chair and unable to get out and wasn't comfortable having guys come to the house. She did call me a few times and ask that I bring Charles over as she needed a fix and we'd go by and Charles would stand beside the wheel chair and she would have a feast. The desire was still strong, but the spirit was weak and pretty soon, she was unable to even enjoy Charles. We miss her.

Hope I didn't bore you with my rambling on like this. Just thought you might enjoy hearing about one of our unusual and very special friends.

Had a call this weekend from my sister telling me she had something going I needed to see. She had moved into a new apartment building about a month ago. It is a nice ground floor apartment on the corner. These apartments have nice small back yards with common board fences separating them. There is a small back patio on each unit and the way hers is situated nothing can be seen in that area from either the street or the adjoining apartments.

This is one of the first pics I took of Betty - it was taken some 40 years ago. Charles.

THE FENCE

I'll try to tell this just as she told it to me. I think I may have mentioned my sister to you before and the fact that she prefers young meat. She is widowed and has a daughter and two children living with her. The daughter works and Sis is a full time baby sitter. My sister likes to run around nude in the house and this unit is made to order for her to take a sun bath in the back yard. About a week after she moved in she was in the back yard taking a sun bath and sipping on a beer when some sort of noise and movement next door got her attention. She noticed a knot hole in the fence and she was sure it hadn't been there before. What it was, was a knot hole that could be removed from the other side. She took a closer look and sure enough on the other side was an eyeball. She had noticed that the neighbors next door had a teenage son, but had never paid any attention to him more than a friendly hello when they'd meet out front. Both parents work so the kid was home alone most of the time. This happened early one afternoon and Sis was pretty sure the eyeball belonged to the kid and not the father. She didn't do anything this day to scare the kid away, but decided on a game plan that would bring some rewards in the future. Every day was the same from then on.

Each time she took her sun bath, the knot would disappear out of the board and the eyeball would appear. This went on for almost two weeks. Each day she would get a little bolder and started putting on a show for the kid. She'd position herself on a blanket facing him and spread her legs and finger herself. She could tell by the movements and the groans next door that the kid was joining her in a mutual jack off. Finally one day she lay real close to the fence so that the hole in the fence was no more than three feet from her. This day when the eyeball had been there a few minutes, she stood up and moved right next to the hole and placed her pussy right on the hole. In a few seconds she felt a finger come through the hole and enter her cunt. She was soaking wet my this time. but due to the thickness of the fence board and the length of a finger, the kid could only get an inch or so into her. She then made her move that has started what she wanted me to see. She whispered through the fence for Robert to stick his peter through the hole so she could play with it. I don't know why, but her favorite descriptive word for a penis is peter. With that the kid stuck his cock through the hole and she stroked it a few times and it shot off in her hand.

I stopped by yesterday to see what she was so proud of. She told me to stay in the kitchen and just sit in the shadows and watch the action. She went to the phone and dialed and all she said was "Fence Time". She told me to watch the hole in the fence. Within a few seconds sure enough a cock came sticking through the hole. She went out and knelt beside the fence and started to suck on it. About forty seconds later the kid came and flooded her mouth with cum. From where I was sitting I could see the cock swell and pulsate as it unloaded in her mouth and the cum was dripping off her chin and down onto her tits when she stood up again. The cock disappeared and she came back into the kitchen. She said, "Would you believe, I do this twice a day now?" Yes, I did believe it. She has found out that the kid's name is Robert. She is also a bit upset now that school has started and the kid is not available every day. His folks are off weekends so this only leaves her a one hour time frame in the afternoon after school and before they get home for her to abuse their horny son. She makes the most of this and the kid is an eager participant. She has no idea where this is going from this point. She is afraid the kid will someday insist on fucking her. She really doesn't enjoy fucking. In fact what she is doing now is the only kind of sex she can enjoy. She can enjoy being a cocksucker without the touching and hugging that might go with sex. She can suck a bare cock and avoid the fondling which she hates. I hope the kid is smart enough to enjoy what he has going without pressuring her for anything else.

She does have fantasies however; of forming a really sexy Knot Hole Gang whereby the kid will start to share his good fortune with some of his friends. So far this hasn't happened, but if it did, she'd be delighted. Wouldn't that kid be popular and have a lot of friends if he invited them over for a knot hole blow job? I think it is sexy and pretty funny at the same time. As I sat in the shadows watching her suck that young cock, I couldn't help getting moist and fingering myself. I didn't get off as it all was over too quickly, but I did rush home for a cucumber workout and have been thinking about it ever since.

I'm glad she confided in me for another reason. I'm always concerned that my letters don't contain anything sexy that will hold the attention of my friends like yourself. I'm not very good at making up stories that aren't true. This gives me a tale to tell and the possibilities for the future are endless. She knows I share her addiction for sucking cocks and asked if I'd like to fill in for her someday when the kid is home. I could slip out there and suck it and the kid would never know the difference as they never actually see each other. I have to admit that the idea is tempting. Maybe someday, when Charles can go with me and sit and watch from the kitchen, I'll do it and let Charles take pictures. That young white cock poking through that knot hole does look delicious.

An update on my Peter sucking sister before I go. I haven't been over there, but I have talked with her on the phone several times and she is still sucking the kid next door. Now that school has started they have to be careful as his folks are home shortly after he gets out of school. Too, he is active in school sports, so her two a day sucks have dwindled to about three or four times a week.

This would make a much better story if I could tell you that my sister was a well preserved sexy looking old doll, but that just wouldn't be true at all. In fact, she is just the opposite. Looking at her and listening to her talk one would be turned off. She has no feminine features at all. She does have big tits, but they droop as she never wears a bra. She is built like a frog, a big barrel chest and wide body, with skinny legs. She doesn't own a dress nor a pair of high heel shoes. Her daily wardrobe consists of Tee shirts and jeans. She will be the first to admit that nature played her a dirty trick and that she should have been a boy. Just looking at her you would think she was a lesbian and I do believe she has had some experience in that area, but her main turn on is sucking young peters. She swears if she had been a man, she'd be a queer and do nothing but suck cocks. She doesn't even keep herself clean in my opinion.

Her hair is never done and her daily life is a beer in one hand and a cigarette in the other. I hope this hasn't destroyed your fantasy of what I tell you about her, but I just have to tell it like it is. Of course most horny cocks aren't all that judgmental when it comes to getting a blow job. When she milks the head of a prick with her throat muscles, then the guy on the other end of that cock couldn't care less about the way she looks. She has false teeth and loves to take them out when she sucks a guy. Not many men can stay with her for very long when she pulls that toothless vacuum on his dick. This may sound like a put down, but I assure you I love her, warts and all, and get a kick out of hearing some of her tales. She is very quiet and reserved until she has a few beers, then she bares her soul. She does have one trait, I wish I shared. She can get a climax just sucking a prick and I can't do that. Oh well, to each his own. Just thought you might like to know more about a real Peter worshiper. She knows about Charles and I and feels free to talk to us about sex. If some of the other family members knew the truth about her or I, then they would want to have us committed. So sex gives us a common bond and it is fun when we compare notes.

SANDY

One more thing, then I have to get busy. One day last week I was in Wal Mart shopping and as I made my way through the check out line a lady tapped me on the shoulder and said, "You don't remember me do you." I had to admit that I didn't remember her at all, She then introduced herself and it all came back in a flash. Her name was Sandy and I had not seen nor heard of her in over forty years. I'd first met Sandy when I was working as a waitress in the City Cafe. My older sister owned the place and I was sort of combination waitress and assistant manager.

Sandy came to work there while she was a Junior in high school and was a pleasant little girl and everyone liked her. She was from a poor family and worked after school and on weekends. Shortly after she started to work there we started to find little notes all over the place. The notes all said about the same things. Sandy gives great blowjobs, Sandy sucks Dicks, Sandy will pay you two dollars to suck your Cock and three if you cum in her mouth. Well, this went on for weeks and my sister was going out of her mind. These little notes were everywhere. On the rest room walls, by the pay telephone, on the menus, in the napkin holders. My sis and I decided the culprits had to be one of the teenaged boys who hung around the place. Finally, my sister grabbed one of the boys she knew real well and asked him if he knew anything about the notes. He denied any knowledge of the notes, but she didn't really believe him. A few more weeks and the notes got worse. Then one day she caught four boys in a booth and a note written on the table. She just knew she had her answer and proceeded to eat their asses out good. Then one of the boys spoke up and said, "Ms Bowen, don't you really know who is writing those notes?" My sis didn't have a clue, then the kid told her, "It's Sandy."

Then we started to watch Sandy real close and sure enough one day we caught her writing on the Mens room wall. Then it all came out. Sandy was using the Cafe to advertise her expertise in sucking Cocks and to line up guys. My sister had to let her go as it was getting to be a town scandal. Only then did we realize what made Sandy so popular with the boys. Every day at the end of her shift, there were several boys there to drive her home. On the way home they would stop in the oil field and she would take turns sucking them off. She did indeed pay each one two dollars to suck his Cock and three if he gave her some cum to swallow. She had a great business going, but spent ever cent she earned paying for blowjobs. I remember thinking at the time, this kid is mixed up and has the law of supply and demand reversed.

I'd often wondered what ever happened to Sandy. I never saw her again after she left the restaurant until this week at Wal Mart. She took my number here at the office and promised to call. I hope she does.

Love, C & B