Your Friend's Southern Mama, pt. 2

Transcript

Oh hi sugar, fancy meeting you here. So, what are you doing wandering around the house this late? Oh, is that so, you're looking for me, huh? Well, here I am, honey.

Have I been to sleep yet? What, do I look that haggard? I'm joshing.

No, honey, I don't sleep real easy these days. The house is big and lonely and I'd rather be awake and watching or reading something than trying to sleep through the silence. Thanks, honey, but it's not all that bad.

Once you get old like me, you realize that sleeping ain't all it's cracked up to be and you'd rather be doing something with the time you've got left. Oh, I know I've still got plenty of time, but trust me, sweetheart, you'll reach that age when it finally clicks that your chances for being happy are these little slices of opportunity cut out from all the other pieces of life. All the responsibility, the obligation, the hard and boring parts.

You'll learn eventually that all you need to do is just what makes you happiest, not what makes sense. So yeah, that's why I don't sleep much. And that's why I have myself a little drink or two since I'm up anyway.

Here, have a sip of that. No, I'm not trying to get you drunk, but I would feel a lot better if you weren't totally sober. All right, so tell me, why are you here? No, no, not at the house, but down here, alone with me at this time of night.

Are you old enough to know that nothing good happens this late? No, this is a little slice of opportunity, is it? Well, I'm glad to know you're a good listener.

So what kind of opportunity is this exactly? What is it you're wanting? Me? Is that so? Oh, you've been thinking of me? Oh, darling.

For how long? Just since you walked through those doors earlier today and your hormones started going a little haywire? Since high school? Oh, well that makes me feel a little icky, but you're more than old enough now, so we'll just get on past that.

All right. So tell me what you thought about. Oh, come on, you're a big boy.

Here, have another drink. And now use your words to tell me exactly what you've thought about. Seeing me naked? Mm-hmm, okay.

Bending me over your bed? What, in your dorm room? Cute.

Knowing what my pussy feels like? What I taste like? Well, that's more like it.

Yeah, yeah. Come here. Well, how about I lean against the counter here and let you have that taste? Would you like that? Manners, darling.

Look, just because your cock is straining against your boxers and probably pulling all the blood away from your brain doesn't mean you can just forget your manners. You say yes, ma'am? There we go.

Now on your knees. Oh, good boy. That's it.

Push my nightie up and slide my panties down. Mm-hmm. Oh, you're shaking, darling.

Are you sure you're okay? All right, then. Well, don't stop.

Yeah, all the way off. Good boy. Oh, yeah.

Yeah, there you go, sweetheart. Mm-hmm. Fuck.

Oh, you're not too bad. I was thinking I'd have to teach you a few things, but maybe not. Oh, hush now, honey.

Didn't your mama teach you not to talk with your mouth full? Oh, yeah. Just keep laughing at my pussy until I tell you to stop, okay? Oh, fuck.

Yeah. Oh, yeah, sugar, that's good. Yes.

Oh. Yeah, hook my leg over your shoulder like that. Oh, fuck.

Yes, that's a good boy. Oh, fuck. Oh, yeah, you're doing so good.

So damn good. Shh. I think he's up.

Wait. Wait, wait. Stop, stop.

No, he might hear. No, wait, wait. Fuck.

No. Quiet, sugar. We have to be quiet.

Quiet. Oh, fuck. Oh, God.

Oh, you're too damn good. Oh, that mouth of yours. Fuck.

Wait, wait, sugar. Oh, fuck. Oh, God.

Oh, honey. Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck.

Oh, sugar. Oh, honey, come here. Oh, my God.

Oh. Oh, well, I've never. ..

Oh, darling, where on earth did you learn to do that? Oh, here, honey, let me wipe your mouth. Mm, fuck, that was good.

Oh, yeah, you were so good for me. Yeah, you were. I think it's my turn, huh? Oh, you're saying I don't have to? Honey, that's sweet, but you want me to, don't you? Mm-hmm.

Yeah, you want my lips wrapped around your cock. You want to know what the back of my throat feels like. What I look like with tears in my eyes while you fuck my face.

Mm-hmm, yeah, that's what I thought. Besides, what's the golden rule, honey? Treat others how you want to be treated, that's right.

And you treated me so damn well. I just want to return the favor. Mm-hmm, yeah.

Now lean back against the counter there and let me get on my knees for you. And slide these boxers down. Mm, oh, fuck.

Oh, I knew you were big, but God almighty. And look how hard you are for me. Mm, darling, you're just perfect.

Mm, sweet as a damn peach. Oh, fuck. You like that? What do you say? You say yes, ma'am.

Good boy. Yeah, sugar, don't be afraid to pull my hair. You're not going to hurt me.

If you like it, baby, you let me know. I want to hear you, okay? Did you ever think you'd see me like this? On my knees for you.

I never thought it either. You don't want to fuck my face? Oh, baby, you can grab my hair.

I told you you're not going to hurt me. Oh, fuck, honey. Yeah, I can take it.

Oh, fuck. Oh, hold on, sugar. Let me lick it all up.

Oh, fuck. Yeah, it's been a while. It tastes so good.

Yeah. Oh, hand me my drink, will you, baby? Oh, fuck.

So what are we going to do now? Yeah, that would be the logical next step. All right, sugar.

I think that's enough for tonight. Yeah. You got a little loud there at the end.

I don't want to risk it, okay? Listen, I know he's got plans with that little girlfriend of his this weekend. So how about we make a few plans of our own, okay? Yeah.

Yeah, you just come on over. You knock on the door looking for him just like today. Yeah.

Nobody will have to know, okay? Yeah. Now you get on upstairs and go to sleep.

Good night, sugar. So. ..

Oh, Jesus Christ. Oh, no. Okay.

Sleeping in and all.