"Oh, yeah."

"You greased my cock with chicken grease and then jerked me off."

"I remember now. You shot about a quart of jism," Bambi Starr said.

"I have been saving my seed up ever since," Ernest Whitson said.

"Kidding?"

"Nope."

"In that case I had better hurry and get you out of your misery," she said.

"Yes, please."

Ernest Whitson pulled down his drawers and his boner popped out.

"Ummmmmmm, I can see you are ready for it," Bambi Starr said.

The backwoods tramp left to get the chicken grease and Mommy crawled over to Ernest Whitson and began to suck his cock.

"Ummmmmm, you suck great for an old bag," Ernest Whitson said.

Bambi Starr re-entered the room and saw what was going on.

"Mommy! Mommy! You, cut that out!" the pretty little girl said.

Mommy pulled her mouth off of Ernest Whitson's purple cock head.

"Leave him to me. I want to make him come," Bambi Starr said.

"Okay, okay, okay, bitch," Bambi Starr's drunken Mommy said.

Bambi Starr tenderly smeared the chicken grease on Ernest Whitson's dick.

"Can I take your cock head in my mouth at the end?" Bambi Starr said.

"You want me to shoot my wad in your mouth?" Ernest Whitson asked.

"Yeah, of course," Bambi Starr said, furrowing her brow a bit.

Bambi Starr began to pump her fist up and down the shaft of Ernest Whitson's cock.

"You are going too fast," Mommy said.

"Oh?" Bambi Starr said, looking back over her shoulder at her mother.

"You have to start out slow and pick up the pace," Mommy said.

"Your Mommy is right, Bambi," Ernest Whitson said with a shiver.

"Very well, live and learn," Bambi Starr said with a sigh.

"His come will feel better if you make him wait for it," Mommy said.