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Pitfall of the boast
There are a few fables about the pitfalls of boasting, perhaps the mole and his mother is my favourite of them. It is fascinating that a mother would promote such a humiliating test to prove her eager young offspring a fraud. I firmly believe she was driven to such an extreme through persistent offences, persistent ludacris boasts, for children are like that, are they not, the repeat the same thing again and again. And again and again. You know this is true.
I think this will be quite a short little tale, a little boast and a little response. Cat will be playing the role of the young mole and I will be playing the role of the mother. An afternoon not long since when the pub was quiet, between lockdowns, of course, I found myself having a drink with Cat.
Alone.
Now, everyone knows I am a dirty old perv forever enticing tales of sexual exploits from one and all. And so it was that Cat took to throwing a little unsolicited boast in my direction. She told me how between lockdowns, obviously, she had met Jack at a party. She told me how gorgeous she looked with her tight grey top showing her big boobs at their best, her skinny jeans showing how delicious her arse was: which was particularly pert because of her heels. It is not easy having such a pert arse, I could never totter about on high heels like Cat does.
She had stayed right until the end of the party, when there were few people left: just her dancing with Jack. Jack was looking good, she reported, with a loose shirt and tight jeans, the white ones he seldom wears. And he offered to walk her home, a real gentleman.
A real gentleman indeed.
At her home she asked him to help her take off her jeans, they are so tight. She promised me she had forgotten she was not wearing anything underneath. And then once she had realised he had seen her snatch there seemed no point in covering up. So she didn’t, she just lay before him as he slowly unbuckled her heels and pulled her jeans off one leg at a time. He was wild, she boasted, driven wild by her legs, her daring and her cunny. He lifted her and flipped her over, so strong, she said, just one look at him and you can see how strong he is. He knelt her on the bed and could not wait, his cock was straight in... he has been so desperate he shoved it in the wrong hole by mistake. And he has a real big cock so it was a little not-comfortable but he held her hips and pushed and pushed and in it went. Afterwards he apologised, said it was a mistake, that is really easy to make that kind of mistake.
Oh dear, I had to put Cat straight. Darling, I told her, there is no such thing as accidental anal. Your man definitely lined up. Things don’t just slip up the bum. He bent you double, he lubed his cock and he plunged. Darling, I told her, if things did just slip up the bum there would be the problem with things slipping out.
Well, I think I did the mother’s role quite viciously enough, maybe with a little too much relish, but there it is.
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