Dragons Breath Ch. 04

A nice soft hug with plenty of ass groping and we were off to mom's.

We pulled up front and I sighed, this was going to be a WHOLE lot of fun telling mom I was going on the road. Well I better at least get my stuff before the shit hit the fan.

I knocked, then opened the door, "ANYBODY HOME?"

"I'm in the kitchen," as if I couldn't have guessed that from the aroma of cooking food. We came around the corner as mom was turning to the door. "Hey honey, what's..." she locked eyes with Cathleen. "High."

Cathleen smiled that million watt smile, "High Mrs. O'Malley."

Mom's laser like gaze locked on me.

"I was going to grab a few things from my room. Maybe we could chat a bit after I've gathered things up."

Mom's eyebrow went up when I said 'chat'. I'm not exactly known for my social skills.

"I'll just grab a few things. You want to give me a hand Cathleen?"

"She's just fine right here Taylor." Mom turned to Cathleen with 'that grin', "Aren't you my dear?"

I looked at Cathleen, she gave me an odd grin and a wink, so I guess she was okay.

I headed up and began gathering things up. A few extra jackets, my heavy boots, things like that. I had taken one trip to the RV and was headed back up the stairs for the rest...

"TAYLOR REGINALD O'MALLEY!"

OH FUCK! That mom voice that is guaranteed to turn any man's spine to jelly.

I slowly backed down the two steps and cautiously made my way to the kitchen hoping I was going to come out of this reasonably intact.

I came through the doorway to see mom in full attack mode, hands on hips and wings out. Cathleen was off to one side a bit with a wide eyed expression. She shrugged her shoulders and made an 'I'm sorry' face.

"And just when were you going to tell me you were going on the road?" the hands were still on the hips.

"Well uh... that's what... what I wanted to talk to you about."

"Really..."

"Really, it's all come to a head in the last few days."

"Uh huh..."

"Really mom. Let me grab a few things and then I'll lay it all out for you."

"Okay..." the look was still there, but the wings had folded in.

I grabbed the last arm load for the RV and then returned to the kitchen. Mom must have had a premonition of some sort or she had an agenda I didn't know about. She made apple crisp heavy on the oatmeal topping. Firm but not crunchy and a fresh jumbo container of Cool Whip.

Mom pushed a huge serving and the Cool Whip to me. Cathleen grinned and then snickered a little. Mom ignored her and just stared at me.

I had a few bites and then began to relay the story. Robert's heart attack, Marcia taking over and the warning from Carlos. All of us having to carry the recorders. The last incident with my RV and the meeting at the main office.

Through the telling of the story mom's mood changed from fury at me to the fury of what happened. "Oh honey, why didn't you say something?"

I shrugged, "Not much to say. We just dealt with it. It was the luck of the draw who was going to take the brunt of it. And I really do like my drawings. I've been making a decent living weekends at the festival. And Cathleen has shown me I can do it more than just a few weekends a year."

"So your mind is made up..." she said slowly.

"I gave them my notice Friday. We have two weekends left here, then on to the next festival."

Mom's lip was trembling, "Are you able to spend some time before you go?"

Cathleen jumped in before I could respond. "Of course we can. Taylor has to work this evening, but he has Wednesday off. And it's still just evenings when he does have to work at the mall."

Mom seemed relieved. The conversation was a bit stilted at first, but eventually mom relaxed and we just chatted about this and that.

"Well it's two o'clock. We need to get going if I'm going to get to work on time."

Mom turned to Cathleen, "Well you could stay for a while my dear. We could chat a bit more, just us girls."

I looked at Cathleen over mom's shoulder and shook my head.

"I'd love to but the main reason I came with Taylor today, was to pick up supplies while he's working. But we have all day tomorrow, right Taylor."

I gulped, "Most of the day anyway. I have to run the RV in for service in the morning before the upcoming road trip. But as soon as that is done we could stop over. Probably sometime after lunch if their past history is any example."

Mom was relieved, "Anything in particular I should make for lunch?"

I smiled and chuckled, "No mom, you know what I like. Surprise me."

"Okay," she walked with us to the door, and I got a big hug like she was never going to see me again.

I had barely pulled onto the street and Cathleen couldn't hold it in. "So why didn't you want me to stay?"

"Dad will be home in a few hours. You would be the one encouraging 'the doodler' not to get a real job." I took a deep breath before continuing.

"You remember the Christmas incident I told you about?" she nodded. "Well that was just telling him I was looking at architecture, designing the outsides of buildings. Imagine what his reaction will be when I go 'doodling' full time?"

"Shiite..." she said soft and low.

"Uh huh..."

I was 'assisted' in putting on my uniform, and Cathleen put her arm in mine and walked in with me.

"More shopping?"

"Mmmm, I'm about out of ice cream."

I just shook my head. "Would you pick me up some chocolate chip this time?"

She grinned at me, "Well if I do I'll just have to eat one of mine right away to make room for it."

I grinned giving her a quick kiss and groped her ass. "Oh that sounds just terrible."

"Mmmmm, I might even have to eat two of them if I have to make room for one of your frozen pizzas."

I ran my finger up and down the crack of her ass. "You know, I can remember when that freezer held several pizzas and at least three pints of chocolate chip."

"Mmmm, and now we eat real food."

I just smiled and decided to quit while I was ahead. I went to clock in and Cathleen went shopping.

I made a few rounds before she caught up with me. We walked and talked, while giving her a brief run down on my siblings Pam and Curt and their families. She peeled off to order our supper, and I joined her two rounds later just as our food was coming out. I got a quick kiss and a grin, she had another 'film' for the evening, only one this time.

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Wednesday morning I had planned on taking the RV to the dealership for a once over to make sure I wasn't going to have any problems when I got on the road.

That was all derailed when my Leprechaun decided I needed my spell refilled. Curled up against my side stroking my firm cock to wake me. Turning around to inhale my cock as she planted her dripping pussy on my face.

I was trapped, I couldn't go anywhere. I was forced to dive into that dripping pussy and attempt to drain it. But it kept refilling and I was licking and nibbling and licking and... Damn Leprechaun!

And just when I thought I was going to get a reprieve, she began her second assault. I was wrapped up in her arms and rolled over, forced to service her body. Arms and legs wrapped around me as I entered her.

She pulled me down on top of her, mashing my chest into those hard pointed nipples. Heels in my ass driving me hard and deep into her until there was a deafening scream in my ear forcing me to imitate her as she drained my very essence.

I was finally released to roll over and lay beside her, looking back at her firm nipples still standing up proud, the sweaty sheen glowing on her tits and belly. God it sure is terrible to be used and abused like this. It must be that spell she cast on me making me want to roll over and do it all over again and again.

I gathered enough strength to turn and look at the clock, she had been torturing me for over an hour, and yet Cathleen had the strength to hop up and practically skip the few steps to the bathroom.

"Anything special you want for breakfast Luv?" she asked standing in the morning sun, the sin glinting off the golden rings in her nipples and pussy lips.

I just kicked my head back and groaned. Cathleen giggled and I heard pans on the stove. I found the strength to roll out of bed, but had to lean against the door frame to stay upright while taking a piss.

Fresh made biscuits and gravy... by a naked cook. Who needs a spell!

I did my best to prepare Cathleen for the day. Everything would be fine during the day, but come evening when dad got home it could go to hell at any time. We would stick it out as best we could, but cutting bait and leaving was well within the realm of possibilities.

"Cutting bait?" she asked.

I grinned, "An American term. Means to cut your loses, comes from a fisherman cutting his line when it was hopelessly snagged."

Cathleen grinned putting her arms around my neck, "And what about you, are you hopelessly snagged?"

I slid my hand around to her ass and got a good grip, "God I hope so."

Cathleen leaned down and renewed my spell for a bit before we got dressed, and again just before we went into the house, "Just in case."

DAMN! Mom is NOT playing fair. CINNAMON ROLLS! While these were not homemade, mom didn't do that, but long ago I had discovered an excellent brand of 'heat-n-eat'. Cathleen just rolled her eyes and mom shrugged.

I had to admit the interrogation wasn't going too badly until reinforcements arrived.

"Anybody home?" I heard after the door opened. Pam had arrived, imagine the coincidence... NOT.

I stayed in the kitchen as long as I could, but the 'hen fest' as Cathleen put it was in full force and I was forced to evacuate when Pam began regaling Cathleen of my sixth grade graduation party... and my trying to kiss Corey Livingston.

I kicked back on the couch, taking things in, noticing little things that I never really paid attention to. I saw the edges of my torn Christmas drawing behind mom's rocker.

I tried to look around the room at other things, but I kept coming back to it. WELL HELL... I went out to the RV and got out one of the extra heavy sheets of drawing paper.

I took the drawing out and set the two halves on mom's rocker and sat back on the couch to draw. I did a quick light pencil drawing to get the outline, then got the color pencils out and began filling and adding details.

I was just sketching away, I had the faces pretty much done and was starting on the hair when Pam came in to find me.

"Hey Taylor... Oh my..."

Pam stood behind me as I kept drawing. A few minutes later Cathleen came in and sat beside me, putting her arm in the one of mine that was holding the paper and putting her head on my shoulder.

"I 'aven't seen ye do color drawings before," Cathleen said.

I paused and looked at her shrugging. "They take a bit longer. Most people can't sit still long enough to get one done." I smiled and almost leaned in for a kiss and just leaned close and spoke a little softer like I was telling her a secret. "It helps this is the second time around for this one," nodding to the torn one in mom's rocker.

I was finishing up as mom came out to see why the girls had abandoned her. She looked at the drawing getting a bit misty eyed. "Oh Honey..."

I handed her the drawing, "I don't have any of the mounting matte with me, but you can get that at any craft store."

Mom handed the drawing to Pam and I was being hugged to death. She pushed me back still gripping my shoulders, and was going to go for another one when more reinforcements arrived. Logan and my nieces.

Of course that necessitated me drawing them since they saw my stuff spread out. A pair of caricatures with exaggerated eyes and ears seemed to satisfy them.

And through it all was Cathleen snuggled up beside me, her hand curled up on my bicep. That got lots of looks from Pam and just as many questions from my nieces. Cathleen grinned and 'let' a bit more of her accent out making them giggle at her.

And then the reprieve was over. Almost as if coordinated first Curt came through the door, followed a few minutes later by dad. They both started to say something as they came around the corner from the entryway, but came up short seeing Cathleen curled up with me.

I made introductions, but the conversation was a bit stilted. I could tell they both wanted to speak their mind about me going on the road 'doodling' instead of listening to more stories from Cathleen to my nieces. And somehow the conversation was steered to the dresses worn at the festival. Mom making a bit of a comment on the exposure some of the outfits had.

"Well part of it is the attention to detail of the participants," Cathleen said.

Mom's mouth dropped open, "But to leave yourself so... so... so exposed."

I caught the barest hint of a grin from Cathleen. "Well to be true to the time period, yes. Remember the corset and such wasn't around until the mid-sixteenth century, and the modern bra didn't come into being until the early twentieth."

Mom actually gasped, I almost chuckled. Like I said before, she really did think the first thing Eve did was find a bra and panty.

Of course that lead to all sorts of questions from my nieces about the renaissance festival, and before you knew it they had talked Cathleen into modeling her dress. And getting to check out Uncle Taylor's RV was just an added bonus.

Cathleen and the girls had barely closed the door behind him and dad turned to me. "Really Taylor? Going gallivanting around the country doodling."

"I..."

"And how long do you think it will last? How long before you have to settle down and get back to a real job?"

"People make a living at it all the time."

"Living like a gypsy?"

I just shrugged, "Cathleen has been doing it for several years now, and I'm making decent money, so yeah."

"Doodling..."

I shrugged again, "Some people think I have some talent."

Dad just made a noise.

And then I got some reinforcement from and unexpected source.

"Dad," I heard Pam say. We turned to her and she was holding up the drawing I had just redone.

"So he took a few days to re-do it."

"No dad, I watched Taylor do it while he was sitting here. Probably half an hour at most."

Dad just grunted and was going to say more when the girls came back in. Cathleen looked absolutely beautiful in that dress, she knew it was my favorite of all the ones she had.

I got up to take her hand, kissing her palm and then giving her a quick peck before turning and putting my arm around her waist as we faced the group.

Pam's mouth was open and she was wide eyed. Mom was teary eyed, Curt and dad were stone faced. Cathleen had made bonus points with my nieces by doing a bit of makeup and hair on them while they were out there.

Mom chose this time to herd us all to the kitchen, she and Cathleen had set up a bit of a buffet for everyone to nibble on. Mom, Pam, and by extension my nieces, were all digging into the salad. They tried to get Cathleen have some, but she looked at me quickly before responding as she took some ham to put on her dinner roll. "No thank you, I'm not into rabbit food."

I had to take a bite of my roll to keep a straight face. We went back out to the living room and sat around nibbling. Dad couldn't take it and turned the TV on catching the last bit of the news.

A few local stories, the weather report saying we were going to have another nice weekend. Switching to a bit of national news and a blurb of Barry on one of his worldwide apology tours, rambling on that we weren't anything special, that citizens of all countries thought they were exceptional. What a dick.

Curt just nodding and grinning, "Really, everyone should be just as good as everyone else."

I just looked at him. "Really Curt? All those years of education and you don't have a clue what 'American Exceptionalism' really means."

He just glared at me.

"I mean even Cathleen knows what that means and she's not even from this country."

I felt her grip tighten on my arm as Curt continued to glare at me. "And just what does it mean smarty pants?"

"Does 'a charter of negative liberties' give you a clue?"

I felt Cathleen's grip loosen. Curt still hadn't said anything. "It's our constitution. I may not have liked history, but I did pay attention."

"Every country has a constitution of some sort. What's that got to do with it?"

"Everything. Most countries back in the times of kings and monarchs were set up so that the government tells the people what they can and cannot do. The government has free reign."

"So?"

"Our founding fathers didn't want that to happen to us again after King George. No more dictatorship. Our constitution was the first written the other way around. The people have the power to tell the government what it can and cannot do. The government can only do what they are specifically allowed to do, not prevented from doing specific things and having free reign in everything else. That's what makes America Exceptional."

Curt got his dander up and gave a highly sophisticated response, "Bullshit."

"Watch your language Curt," Pam scolded him. Dad just grinned at him.

Mom tried to sooth the feathers serving dessert, but Curt was just being an ass. We finished our pie and I got up and began gathering my supplies.

Mom came up beside us as I handed Cathleen some of my things, "You're not going to stay a while?"

"I would love to mom," I turned to make sure that my nieces were glued to the TV. "But since Curt has his head up his ass we're going to take off before this blows up like Christmas did," I continued a bit quieter.

Mom's lip was trembling, "I love you honey." She turned to look at Cathleen. "It was nice seeing you again Cathleen. You two take care now, okay?"

Cathleen was going to say something, but mom surprised us both by giving her a big hug as well. Cathleen nodded her head toward me, "Well somebody has to keep him from running around in old bed sheets."

There was a little snicker between them and we headed out. I drove out of habit back to the mall, not saying much as Cathleen changed back into her street clothes.

It was still early so we strolled the mall a bit, Cathleen letting me think for a bit. She finally couldn't hold it in. "Your dad really doesn't appreciate your talent does he?"

I chuckled, "Dad thinks it's not a real job. Working for a big company or sitting in a cubicle for several years before making any real money is a real job."

"But ye don' 'ave to do that to be successful."

"Mmmmm, part of it is family history. My great grandfather worked the assembly line. My grandfather was a line supervisor and then a section supervisor after a few college classes. Dad was the first to get an actual college degree and get into management. If I had to guess he views me doing my drawings as a step back."

"Wanker," I heard her mutter.

I chuckled and slid my hand down to grab and squeeze her ass making her squeak and jump.

We decided to have an evening in. We hit RedBox for a Harry Potter DVD and the theaters for a big tub of popcorn. Kicked back watching the movie with Cathleen sitting between my spread legs leaned back into my chest. My hand across her chest.

She snickered when I slid my hand inside her dress and bra strap letting my hand come to a rest on the top slope of her tit. She sighed when I pulled it back out to undo a couple of buttons so I could slide my hand directly into her bra cup and cup her tit and hard nipple. "Damn Yank."

"Damn Leprechaun," I whispered in her ear before I kissed her neck and gave her nipple a slight squeeze.

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And now for my disclaimers which were inspired by JimBob44, thanks for the inspiration.

Yes, I never met a comma or ellipse I didn't like.

Yes, it jumps around too much.

Yes, it's in the wrong category.

Yes, it's too long.

Yes, it's too short.