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You need to go back to bed. I’ll talk to you in the morning about this, okay?"
"Stewart need ice cream," the boy replied. He pointed toward the kitchen area. "You weren’t there."
It then became apparent to me that the crotch dropping was not right. The boy was clearly retarded to some extent.
Lacy nodded her head. "Yes, that’s right. Mommy had to go outside for a little bit. But I’m home now and I need to spend some time with my new friend. So go back to bed. Now."
"But Stewart need ice cream—"
"Stewart! Now!"
The boy turned to walk away, balling up his hands and bringing them to his eyes. He sniffled and murmured while moping back to his bedroom behind one of the dingy bed sheets that were hanging above the open doorframes. Before entering his bedroom, Stewart turned around again to face the two naked adults wrapped up on the floor. "It stinks, mommy!" he said, clenching his nose with his fingers.
"Stewart! Don’t make me get up!"
With the issue of the last warning, the brain damaged child scurried away inside his bedroom, leaving me once again alone with his skank mother.
"I’m so sorry about that," Lacy said to me, wrapping her legs tightly around my waist as if she was forbidding me to leave. "Can we finish what we started?"
I was so completely shocked about what had occurred that it never donned on me to withdraw my twat tingler from Lacy’s soured nook while the imbecile child was talking to her. The entire time that Lacy had spoken to her retarded son I was frozen in mid-coitus with my cooter clogger stuck inside the trailer trash milf.
It took a few seconds for me to regain my comfort level enough to resume pumping. But when once I did so, I went drilling for oil. By this time, however, Lacy’s vaginal muscles had considerably relaxed to the point that she was gaping. Even the massive girth of my nut nuzzler was no match to fill up the huge space that had developed between her legs. I pounded Lacy’s pleasure hole to the point of exhaustion, trying to come to an explosive discharge inside her spacious sugar walls. My efforts were seemingly futile, as boning Lacy’s broadened pink was like throwing a Twinkie down a hallway. Nevertheless, I pumped on, partly motivated to prove to myself that no pussy would ever dominate me and partly in attempts to empty my gonads as quickly as possible as to avoid any further awkward moments involving Lacy’s retarded son.
While frantically slamming my sperm spout into Lacy, the white trash whore dug her fingernails into my back and shouted, "I’m coming! I’m coming! Ooooooh, I’m coming!" With Lacy still quivering from her tremendous climax, I offered her a cum douche, spurting my load schlong secretions inside her gaping canal. With my nuts completely emptied, I withdrew my withering meat pole from Lacy’s smelly slime pit and rolled over onto my back. Although I had every intention to flee the trailer after I had blown my wad, I just couldn’t muster enough energy to do so. The night had caught up to me and I quickly fell asleep on Lacy’s living room floor right where I lay, entirely spent.
I woke up the following morning to the sound of a knock on the trailer’s front door. I was still naked and lying on my back in a dried puddle of Lacy’s cunt juice, now crystallized into the filthy carpet. Just as I was about to sit up to investigate the knocking sounds, a man came strolling across the living room floor and approached the front entrance. Through my groggy eyes, which were still encrusted with buggers from my catatonic slumber, I watched as the man opened the door and let inside the trailer a second individual. Both of the men began speaking to each other, interspersed with laughter.
"God damn, Jimmy, what stinks in here? Peuwee!"
"Oh, that’s that cunt wife of mine and her stinking puss. She’s done brought home another guy from the bar again."
The visiting friend gave me a once over while covering his nose with his shirt. "This guy here looks a little younger than them other ones did," he commented about me in a muffled tone. "Looks to me like she’s been robbing cradle."
"Yeah, no doubt."
"He’s sure got some dick on him though. Look at that thing!"
"He needs it, Ron. I had that bitch riding bowling pins a couple three weeks back. Did I ever show you that tape we made?"
"Hell no I haven’t seen no tape," the friend laughed.
As I stirred fully awake, I rolled over to my stomach to better conceal myself from the mens’ wide-eyed stares and nervously waited for them to go about their business. They continued to comment about Lacy’s whorishness as her nude body lied sprawled out on the couch and then made their way into the kitchen area. Moments later, one of the men shouted, waking up the trailer park girl whom I had boned to sleep just hours before.
"Hey, Lacy! Get up!"
Lacy jerked her head upward. "Wha- What is it?" she asked in a weary tone, her eyes half open.
"Ron and I are going out back to burn some trash. You need to get yer whoring ass up off that couch and fix Stewart something to eat."
Lacy reached for some pillows to cover her bare breasts from the onlookers and then scanned the cluttered floor for her clothing. "Oh, okay," she mumbled.
"And you need to get in there and take care of them sheets too," the man continued. "Stewart done wet the bed again."
The two men cackled to each other and walked out the back of the trailer, leaving me alone with Lacy once again. As soon as the screen door slapped closed, I jumped up and frantically searched the floor for my pants. "Who the hell was that?" I asked Lacy, as I located my trousers and stepped inside them.
"Oh, pay them no mind," Lacy replied, as she began getting dressed. "That’s just my husband and his loser friend is all."
I paused zipping up my pants and gave Lacy a stone-faced glare. "Your husband? You’re married?"
Lacy nodded her head. "Well, we’re really separated but still living together."
"And he was here the whole time last night while we were fuckin?"
"Of course he was!" Lacy asserted. "I can’t be leaving my little Stewart home all alone when I go out meeting men, now can I? Just what kind of mother do you think I am?"
I shook my head in disbelief while pulling my shirt over my torso. "Just what’s wrong with your son anyway?" I asked the barfly.
"He’s got some sort of brain damage or something," Lacy replied as she finished getting dressed. "The doctors aren’t altogether sure what’s wrong with him. I smoked a lot of meth while I was pregnant so they think that might have something to do with it."
"That’s just lovely," I stated, pursing my lips together into a mocking expression of sympathy. I then swiftly went for the door. "Well! It was nice meeting you, Lacy. Have a good one!"
I jumped off the porch of the trailer so fast that I bruised my heel when I landed on the hard ground. After I made it back to my car, I quickly drove home and rushed into the shower. It took nearly an entire bar of soap to clean the crusty cum from off my schlong and to douse the smell of Lacy’s stench trench that followed me home and clung to my clothes. While putting my soiled clothing into the washer that morning, I resolved to never again have sex with a married woman. At least not while her husband was home.
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