Page 83 of The Holy Grail
“Yes, it does,” Beverly continued. “And the sooner the better.”
“How—” he broke off for a moment as he felt Jules’ hand sliding down his abdomen, clearly heading for his cock, which immediately began to come to life. “How soon were you, um, thinking?”
Jules began stroking up and down, thoroughly enjoying herself at his expense, and feeling zero remorse as he struggled to concentrate on the conversation with his mom.
“Sometime this week?” Beverly suggested.
Jules gave Malcom an agreeable shrug, as if to sayWhy not?then started moving down his body to get into blow job position. As soon as he realized what her intentions were, he reached out to stop her, only to accidentally launch the phone onto the hardwood floor, where it landed like a brick. By the time he was able to retrieve it, Beverly’s somewhat concerned voice could be heard asking, “What was that? What happened?”
“Nothing, Mom. I just …” he trailed off as Jules lowered her head, and with her gaze locked on his, enveloped the head of his cock into her mouth to casually suck on it, like she had all the time in the world and he wasn’t talking to his mother.
“You just what?” Beverly prompted.
He forced himself to answer and try not to sound like he was getting blown. “I dropped my phone on the floor. That’s all,” he said, gazing down at Jules with a mix ofFor the love of God, stopandDon’t even think of stopping.
With a smirk, Jules kept going, expertly working him over while still listening to the conversation.
For Malcom, however, it was a monumental struggle to focus and stay coherent.
“How about Wednesday night?” Beverly asked.
“Wednesday night?”
“Yes, Wednesday night.”
“Sure. Wednesday night it is,” he said, even though he didn’t know if it was a good night or not, because the base of his spine was beginning to tingle, which was a sure sign he didn’t have much time.
“Are you sure?”
Beverly seemed surprised by his quick answer, which made sense since he usually had to consult his schedule, so he quickly added, “I think so, but I’ll check with Jules and get back to you.”
“Good.” There was a pause, then Beverly added, “There is one more thing …”
“What?”
“I was going to invite your father.”
Malcom’s expression soured. “You were?”
“Yes. I’m sure he’d like to meet her, too.”
Although that was rather debatable, Malcom reluctantly agreed. “All right.”
“Good. So, let me know if Wednesday works.”
“I will.”
“All right, honey. Good night.”
“Good night, Mom.”
After hanging up, he tossed the phone to the floor and let his head fall back. “Jesus Christ, you’re evil,” he muttered, sinking both hands into her hair and holding it back so he could see better, but also so he could gently establish a rhythm to take him over the edge. “And I really,really, love it.”
This time, the sound of her soft chuckle brought him to orgasm, and his vision was a little hazy as he watched her swallow, then hold still, then swallow again, with each of his releases. When he was done, she slowly let his cock slide from her mouth, but stayed where she was, idly tapping the damp head against her lips as she said, “And I really,reallylove it that you love it.”
He felt utterly spent, and utterly at peace, and it had everything to do with the woman camped out between his legs. She seemed in no hurry to move as she began to press a fewlittle kisses along his shaft, alternating with gentle licks, as he grew soft. She was careful to not overstimulate him, and he found it rather soothing.
“So … dinner this week with your parents?” she prompted.
