Swell Gattis

Swell Gattis
SueEllen Gattis better known to friends, family, and enemies as Swell stepped out of the shower completely aware of Cutter Craw’s dark brown eyes watching her every move through a crack in the wall. His head was freshly shaven. The tattoo of a snake wound up his spine, where it was exposed to sunlight along the curve of his neck and shoulders.
She took her time toweling off. She began with her voluminous breasts. She was sure to place a towel under one of her breasts and gently lift it up, exposing her soft and milky skin, and the pert, if not large nipple. Then she moved to the next breast, taking pause to ensure that her onlooker was catching all that he could. She then moved to dry the rest of her body taking a long moment with the towel falling to the ground and her hand self-graciously rubbing the smooth tissue between her legs.
Swell hung the towel with care on a hook behind the door, and walked naked into her bedroom. She could feel his eyes follow her body as she lay on the bed. She turned on her laptop and scrolled through her downloads, to find the video that had been on her mind all morning.
Her pillows were comfortably arranged and she lay back against their soft cushion and began to caress her breasts. She was proud of them - not bad for a middle-aged woman with two kids - and it turned her on to feel them move under the caress of her hands.
She stared at the screen, where a muscular man sat in an easy chair. His face was hidden, but his chiseled physique and rock hard cock were on full display.
She could feel Cutter’s gaze linger on her as she squeezed her hardening nipples. She let the tip of her index finger draw gentle circles around her strawberry colored areola. She could hear him grunt from behind the wall. Then there was the sound of something brushing against the wall. She cupped her breasts together as best she could, enjoying their feel as she felt her heat start to rise. Swell pulled a long thick dildo from her nightstand and trailed it up and down her cleavage. She licked the helmeted end before sliding it down her curvy frame where it began to tease her teeming sex.
The man in the video began to massage oil into his long phallus. He allowed it to throb without his touch, and she watched with growing lust as it bobbed back and forth.
Swell sighed as the tip of the dildo’s head grazed her clit, sending light ripples of pleasure through her body. Sometimes, she wanted to see his face, his eyes in particular when he came, but she was more than satisfied with the stone hard cock he stroked so lovingly.
She was teasing herself when Cutter finally walked in. He closed the door and turned the lock. She just watched him in the mirror as he undressed. He was leaner than the man in the picture, but just as muscular, and more than blessed beneath his toned waist.
His hands were rough and strong as he cupped her sensitive breasts. His thumb teased her nipple, before his tongue took over. She reached without looking and found his cock, and began to stroke it, marveling in the feel of his hardness in her soft hands.
She played with a drop of his cum on her fingers and pulled him to the bed. He settled over her, staring at her, while she stayed glued to the laptop screen, waiting for the actor to pop. Cutter slid himself inside of her, and her eyes rolled up in her head. Finally she ripped her gaze off the screen to watch his length glide in and out of her, while her juices left a searing trail on the length of his shaft.
His heavy grunt echoed in her ear and she felt him throb , just as the actor let himself explode.
The man’s impressive soldier stood straight and proud, throbbing and jerking until finally spitting a thick white stream into the air. It shimmied and jerked again before another stream shot forth and landed on his thigh.
Swell felt her herself tighten around Cutters long staff as the actor finished himself with two more spasms.
Swell’s eyes closed as she visualized the sight in her mind’s eye, and the deluge of her orgasm fell forth, arching her back as shock waves of bliss barraged her body. She screamed, her voice penetrating the surrounding walls.
Then her youngest son appeared floating outside her window. Evan’s image was a swirl of mist, uncommon in the bayou. It moved upward, twirled gently and then seemed to find hold in front of the bedroom window where it lingered. The ghostly mist shifted in the light transcending an image, one of her son.
Mama… help me… mama.

Junior Gattis flashed his biggest, brightest smile before he pressed the button on his phone. He stretched his arm so he could show off his bulky chest under her new shirt.
“Damn it motherfucker. Your picture takin’ ass got me blind.”
“Got to take new pictures for all my websites.” Junior then made a sad face.
Cutter shook his bald head. His arms were spread across the top of the backseat, and the long fingers on his hands were touching the edge of the rear doors. He wore blue jeans and a black flak jacket under an ill-fitting baseball jersey from high school.
“Is that one of them new thousand dollar phones?”
Junior nodded. “Sho’ is.”
Cutter laughed. “You a damn fool.”
“Why, cause I spend my money on things, and you spend your money on bullshit?”
“Ladies ain’t bullshit. Stocks ain’t bullshit. Food and liquor ain’t bullshit. A thousand dollar phone? Now that’s bullshit.”
“You’re just jealous.”
“Jealous?” he said loudly, sitting up.
Mama moaned low.
“Hey man, shh.” Junior scolded. “You know how she get when she get woke up.”
“Jealous?” Cutter responded. “Of what asshole? My phone do the same damn shit as yo’ phone and it didn’t cost me a fucking grand.”
“Your phone don’t do shit like mine.”
“Oh really. What yo’ phone do mine can’t? Huh? You tell me?”
Mama gave an angry grunt and they both shut up.
“This phone right here is state of the art. Face recognition, voice recognition…” Junior whispered.
“It got fool recognition for spending a grand on phone? I bet that mug only cost about four hunnid’ to make.”
“Six to be precise’.” Junior replied as Mama groaned again. The men exchanged a look.
“Well, that still too much of a markup. They making a fortune on yo’ need to keep up with the Joneses.”
“Motherfucker what about all those Jordan’s you got?”
“That phone you got is a depreciating commodity. That why I only got two shares of they stock. My Jordan’s on the other hand, gon’ appreciate. Yeah. That shit go down, while my kicks go up. Now how you like them’ apples son?”
Mama released an alluring sigh, and while Junior recoiled, Cutter had to adjust his jock.
“Wha-, what you think she dreamin’ about?” he asked scooting forward.
Junior shrugged. “Probably more like who?”
“Then who you think she dreamin’ about?”
“I don’t know, and I’m damn sure I don’t want to find out,”
“Speak fo’ you damn self.”
“I am, and would you stop lustin’ on my Mama!”
She awoke with a start and backhanded them both out of reflex.
“Ow!” Junior bellowed.
“Damn, that how you wake up?” Cutter replied holding a hand over his left eye. “No wonder you single.”
She rubbed her flushed face. “Bad dream. Saw Evan. Try calling him again on his phone boy.”
Junior started dialing while Cutter caught Mama staring at him in the rearview mirror.
“What?” he asked still nursing his eye.
“Nothing,” she snapped looking away. Cutter couldn’t help but to notice the color in her cheeks.
“That was a good dream you had, huh?”
She shrugged.
“Sounded like it was,” he said licking his lips.
“What? What you mean it sounded like it?” she said turning half way.
“Oh you was just groaning’,” Junior replied shooting Cutter a look.
“I was in pain from hearing you two yammerin’. You got Evan boy?”
“The phone ringing now,”
The cabin fell quiet as Mamma waited for youngest to answer. His voicemail picked up and Junior shrugged.
“Call him again,” she snapped.
Cutter’s mood changed. “You okay Mamma?”
“No. Saw Evan, floating outside my window in my dream.”
“What you mean floating?”
“Motherfucker I mean he was floating. I was in bed and…”
“And what?”
“Nothing,” she replied too quickly, avoiding his gaze.
Junior shrugged again. “No answer. He probably shacked up with that Lenora bitch.”
“He been gone for days now boy.” She replied biting her left thumb. “Call him again. Either one of ya’ll got the number to that hussy he foolin’ around with, or that bar they own?”
“Naw,” Cutter replied. “But I am interested in that dream you had,”
“Talk about that dream one more time, and I swear I’ll beat your ass with my left tit.”
“That nasty Mama,” Junior replied.
“Speak fo’ yo’ self boy,” Cutter said smugly.
Mamma caught his look in the mirror, and a quick flash of his cock sliding between her folds sped through her mind and she looked away.
A white panel van drove by and headed into the woods.
“Showtime boys,’” Mama pulled her hair back into a ponytail, glad for something to distract her mind.
“Now Junior, you drive. I’ll ride shotgun. Cutter, you get up in that tree and watch our back.”
“Its Junior’s turn for backup.”
“Maybe so, but fat boy can’t see no more. And I know you got the eyes of an eagle.” And the cock of a horse, she thought.
“Flattery will get you nowhere. Still his turn.”
“I’ll bake my homemade mac and cheese and some pheasant for Sunday dinner.”
“Looks like I’m in the tree,” he replied grabbing his Accuracy International AS50 sniper rifle.
“You ready boy?” mamma asked Junior.
“Born ready,” was his confident reply.