Perhaps one of the most unusual sexual attractions is that of a mother who finds her son sexually appealing. Often as not, this situation develops when the mother has no sexual outlet, and her growing son can sometimes remind her of the father. This infatuation might begin with a chance observation of the young boy's sexual organs.
From here, the attraction builds until she decides she must experience sex with him. Very often, the mother will invent all sorts of reasons for justifying her attraction to her offspring.
In our story, Leslie McGrath has found her son Albert so completely appealing, that his penis becomes an obsession. She not only worships the ground her boy walks on, she worships him, and specifically, she worships his penis.
Albert, who finds it necessary to masturbate when he has no other sexual outlet, agrees to let his mother manipulate his sexual organ for him. The way she explains it to him, he sees nothing wrong in doing so.
She frightens him into thinking association with a girl his own age could inevitably lead to pregnancy, and a great likelihood of some disease. And so, for the sake of sparing him from all of this needless turmoil, she sacrifices herself on a bed, bare naked, with Albert bare naked.
What follows is a series of the most bizarre sexual rites ever performed by two people. For, this mother is not only trying to engage in the act of intercourse, she is trying to permanently seduce her husky, virile, young son.
For a while, she succeeds, and then comes the day of reckoning. The young boy will not have his penis pinned down to one vagina. When she suddenly realizes she cannot chain him, she decides the best way, could be a three-way.
She places an advertisement in an underground newspaper, and this is how, she involves him with another woman. But that triangle ends in disaster, and a mother learns too late, how she has destroyed herself, as well as her own son.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
Leslie McGrath was a devoted mother. She had always been so concerned with her two son's development since she lost her husband, Fred.
Frank, her oldest son, began catting around and this disturbed her greatly. When her husband was living, she could do something about him. However, now that she had to play both roles of father and mother she was fighting an upstream battle.
This night in particular, Leslie was disturbed. So much so, in fact, that at two o'clock in the morning when Frank had not come home yet, she was strolling about the house. Glancing out, the moonlight lit the neighbor's house across the street. She envied them. They had four children, and the woman of the house had a man to look after things. She always had to beg, wait, to get things done about the house that only a man could do.
Meantime, her youngest son, sixteen year old Albert, was busy in the bedroom, jacking off. When he heard his mother walking about in the night, he was upset. He thought surely she had become suspicious of his habit. This bothered him greatly.
"Mom," he called out, "is that you?"
"Yes, Albert, it is," Leslie sighed, going to his room for some consolation.
Instead of consolation, she caught the sight of his prick, being pulled violently back and forth in his jerking hand.
"Mom, damn it," Albert blurted, "how many times have I told you to knock before coming into my room!"
"Well, baby," she said, in a snit, "I can see why you wanted me to stay away."
"Look, mom," Albert said angrily, "I've got a right to beat my meat if I want to."
"Son, you're just as bad as your older brother, Frank."
Pulling the sheet over his penis, he covered himself, and glanced up at his mother.
"You're always picking on Frank. So what if he gets his rocks off with some chicks. I sure as hell wish I could. I don't like being cooped up here."
"Oh, son, is that what you call our home?"
"Sure, it's like a prison."
"Dear," his mother said, sitting down on the edge of the bed, "you shouldn't talk that way. I've tried to make a good home for you. It hasn't been easy. Your father dying and all."
"Mom, why don't you grow up!" he said, and then his eyes fell upon her naked breasts.
She noticed his eyes were glancing there. It bothered her no end, yet she was fascinated.
How long had it been since anybody looked at her with lust. Instantly, Albert's cock became rock hard. He reached under the sheets, and as he looked at her breasts, he stroked himself.
"Albert," she said softly, "you shouldn't be playing with yourself."
"All right, mom," he smiled, "you play with it."
Throwing back the sheets, he revealed his huge cock standing on end.
Now, the sight of her son's cock, stimulated her. She looked at it fascinated. She hadn't seen a man's hard-on since her husband had died. She had enjoyed sex with her husband, and he had taught her quite a few things about sex, among them, cock sucking.
"Mom," he said, "why don't you pull it for me if you think it's wrong for me to do it."
"Oh, son," she said nervously, "it wouldn't be right for your own mother to pull your meat."
"Why wouldn't it?" he demanded, "it would feel mighty good to me."
"No, son, I can't," she said.
However, even though she said no, Albert knew his mother wanted to. Reaching over, he grasped her hand and placed it on his hard rod.
"Squeeze," he smiled.
His mother squeezed his cock for him, and as she squeezed, he became more and more excited by the minute.
"Oh, mom, that feels real good!"
She remembered what her husband had taught her about pulling it up and down, varying the rhythm, keeping it moving.
"That's it, mom," he smiled, "jerk it!"
Almost as if hypnotized by her own son's sexual demands, the mother pulled on the penis.
His eyes were glued on her hand as she moved it up and down, and young Albert marveled at his mother's skill in manipulating his prick in an exciting manner.
"Play with the balls," he said, just like that.
It was said so matter-of-factly, so casually, it seemed like nothing wrong, but like something so normal, so natural that she went ahead and did it.
"Like this, son?" she smiled as she jerked. "Oh, yes, mom," he smiled, "that's how I like it!"
Faster, and faster, she pulled on the rod, exciting him until he almost came.
"Hey, mom, you know better than that. Slow down. I want it to last."
Recalling how her husband had told her how much he enjoyed it when she would pull on his meat for him, she decided it would be best to slow down her tempo. She slowed her tempo down, and now was giving him the kind of strokes he liked.
The boy naked, writhed in the pleasure that his mother's hand pumping his penis was bringing him.
"Jerk it! Oh, yes, mom, jerk that prick!"
His mother jerked his rod in quick, hard sudden movements. Faster and faster, she pulled her son's penis and as it gleamed on its shiny head, she began getting hot to taste him.
"Oh, mom, you ought to go down there on me," he smiled.
She didn't wait for another invitation. The cock-sucking invitation was met with a hard thrust of her head over the head of his prick.
"Oh, mom, you've got a hot mouth," he smiled, "suck it for me!"
She sucked on his juicy tool, eagerly waiting for the sperm to shoot into her mouth. She hadn't had a cock-suck since her husband was alive, and now that her son was virile, and reminded her so much of her husband, she couldn't wait to fill her mouth with the juice.
"Suck that prick, yes baby, suck it! Oh mom, that's it! Suck that cock, suck it, suck it, you hear, suck it!"
The juicy penis, couldn't take much more of this hot sucking. All at once, the boy shot his load into his mother's mouth.
"Oh, mom, eat it! Eat that cock, yes mom, eat it, eat my stuff! Swallow sperm!"
The dirty talk of her son, was driving her out of her mind. She could hardly stand it, and then she heard something.
"Oh, mom, it must be Frank. You'd better get out of here."
It was difficult for his mother to slip her bulk off of the cock, once she got a juicy mouthful. However, she swallowed the last of the sperm, and slid off his tool, and hurried back to her own bedroom.
She still couldn't make it in time. Frank was coming in, only he was staggering, drunk.
"Welcome, son," she snapped, "where have you been?"
"Getting a piece of ass, mom," Frank smiled.
"A fine thing," she said, "out there whoring around. I don't know what's going to become of you."
"Oh I'm going to make out alright," he smiled, "women like me. I know how to make them happy."
"I'll just bet you do," she said.
As she spoke, her other son was listening. As he listened, Albert began getting hard hearing his brother speak of sex in such glowing terms.
"Well," he said, "I sure wish you would wise up. You know something, mom," he said, "you need to get balled yourself. That's your trouble! You need to get fucked and fucked good. People who are so against anybody else getting theirs, just aren't getting laid. Tell me, mom, when was the last time you had it?"
His mother cringed to hear him talk like that. She didn't know what to do. It was obvious he was drunk, and out of his gourd, and didn't know what he was doing.
"Go up to your room," she said abruptly.
"Alright, mom," he said, "and here's hoping you find yourself some good head. Cause you could probably use some."
His words beat into her brain. Her mind was reeling now, as she suddenly felt a double attraction. Not only did she feel like having sex with her younger son, Albert, but now even Frank, her older son, began appealing to her. Her mind was reeling, her world was shaking. She went upstairs, following him, and as he undressed, he didn't pay much attention to her. When he was stark, drunken naked, he turned to her and said, "You wanted to see it? Well, mom, get a good look. That's my cock, these are my balls," he said gripping his balls and displaying himself before his mother.
"Son, you're an exhibitionist, a vulgar, demented exhibitionist."
"Come over here, mom," he slurred.
Her heart was pounding, she felt her brain reeling, and her voice was going hoarse. As she looked at him, the appetite to enjoy him, too, was surfacing within her. She didn't know what to do, now she wanted him, too. Was she going out of her mind? Was she flipping out?
"Come on, mom:" he smiled, "it's a great big prick."
"How dare you speak to me like that, son!" she snapped.
"Hey, mom, come over here and do yourself a big fat favor," he smiled, "if you want to get some good juicy head, come over here and start fucking."
Whatever possessed her, she didn't know then, she doesn't know now, but at that moment, she was forced to walk over there, and bare her body to her son. As she took her robe off, and hurled it to the floor, she next slid out of her pajamas and stood there naked in the moonlight. As the moonlight filtered through the window, and showed her breasts, her erect nipples, and her smoothly shaven vagina, her son turned on.
"Hey, mom, you've got a shaved box," he smiled, "I'll bet you have men sucking it. Women who shave their boxes do it so men can suck."
"Frank," she panted, "You, you remind me of your father too much!"
"That's good," Frank smiled, "I saw the old man thrust it to you one night, mom, and he was a pretty good fucker."
"You bet your sweet ass he was," she said nervously, walking toward him, as if she couldn't stop.
"Grab it," he smiled, "go ahead, mom, grab my prick, and shove it into yourself, and wrap your cunt around it and fuck!"
Once more, as if hypnotized, she moved toward her son. Reaching out, she grasped the huge cock in her hand and began massaging it slowly.
"Oh, mom, that's beautiful," he said, "now, now, come forward, shove it over it."
She moved toward him and thrusting herself against it, she let the shaft slide up her.
As he pushed his chest against her firm round breasts, his hands groped her back, reaching down to grip her buttocks. He pulled her buttocks to him, and thrust upward.
"Fuck it!" he demanded, "fuck, mom, fuck!"
Down below, Albert heard the clatter above. He sensed his drunken brother was carrying on with his over-sexed mother. He came upstairs on tiptoe and listened. Standing in the hall, he heard his brother throwing it to his mother, and he became excited. His rod instantly sprung to a hard-on status, and he pulled on it back and forth.
"Fuck it, mom, that's it, grab my prick!"
Her son was on fire, his cock stabbing her, and she was gripping it proudly.
Faster and faster, the hot cock thrust inside her. Vigorously gripping it with her muscles, she squeezed the meat tightly.
"Oh, baby, fuck! Fuck! Yes, baby, yes, fuck!"
Now the senses were delighting her, the feeling exciting her.
"Ohhhh, baby, beautiful," the son gasped, as he screwed his own mother proudly.
"Oh, son, you don't know what you're doing for me," his mother sobbed in half hysteria. She hadn't had a balling like this since her husband was alive. The cock-sucking was a prelude to the cunt-fucking. And now, both sons' private organs she was experiencing.
"Come on, mom, twist your tail! Put some life into it. That's it, grind your ass, like a real good fucker!"
His father had talked dirty to her like this when he became sexually stimulated. It should have been disgusting, revolting, but it wasn't. She loved every delicious second of it.
"Oh, fuck, fuck, yes, yes, fuck it. Ohhhh, baby, fuck!" he ranted as he rutted into her.
Now, the sound was too much for Albert, he had to see the sight of them making love. Carefully, he pushed open the door just a little, and there he saw his mother going to town with his brother. His hard cock in his hand grew harder still. He pulled on it slowly, and glancing down at it, smiled.
"Oh, mom, you're snapping that pussy," the delighted son exclaimed. "Who taught you to snap your cunt, mom? Did dad teach you that?"
"Your father knew everything about fucking," she admitted, "oh, son, ram it to me!"
"I'll fuck you, I'll drive it up there good," he said, as he thrust himself proudly into her, his big balls jiggling in front of her slit.
"Oh, baby, you're so beautiful," she panted, as her hands clutched his sweaty back and reached down to feel his firm round naked behind.
Now, her hands were parting his ass-crack, as one finger gently slid up to the tight anal ring.
"Oh, mom, fuck my asshole for me," he said, "I like to get my ass fucked, too!"
She marveled at the things that he knew, she could hardly teach him a trick. And how demanding he was. He wanted it all she thought, as she slid her finger up his tight anal channel.
"Oh, yes, mom, that's it! That's real groovy fucking! Ass fuck me!" he demanded of his erotic-oriented mother.
"Fuck! Fuck! Ram it up there! Oh, yes, that's it, mom, fuck it, fuck it!"
With each cry of "fuck," his brother, Albert, in the hall, was pulling on his prick. Faster and faster, he pulled on his penis as he watched the shaft of his brother slide into the slit of his mother.
"Oh, mom, brush your titties against my chest like that again," he demanded. "Yes, mom, yes, fuck it, fuck it!"
She brushed her breasts against her son's chest, she slid her finger up his asshole, and she gripped his tool as he thrust it to her.
With this combined action, she was flipping out of her mind.
Now, he shot his load inside of her. She delighted at the feel of his cock shooting inside of her. She twisted and felt her own self juicing at the same instant. She thrust her finger up his asshole farther, and threw her pelvis at him, as she pitched into it for all she was worth.
"Ohhhhh, ahhhh, I can't stand it, son. Ohhhhh, Frank, fuck your mother!"
With all of her inhibitions gone, with only lust-crazed desires forcing her on, she cried for her son to sock it to her good.
"Fuck it, mom, fuck it, mom," the young boy gasped, as he rode into her, to shoot it off twice.
"Oh, son, you're cumming again! Oh, yes, yes, shoot it to me!"
As the thick, creamy cum flashed inside of her cunt again, she squeezed the prick, milking it out.
"That's it, baby, that's it, fuck! Fuck! Oh, yes, yes! That's the way to do it!"
The action had brought them a tremendous degree of pleasure. Now they were beside themselves with delight.
"Oh, son, that was beautiful, oh, I'm juicing again, too," his mother replied, quite beside herself.
Meantime, young Albert in the hall, had gotten his off, too. As they had cum the second time, he came, too. The juice shot out of his cock, some of it dripping on the carpet. He rubbed it up as best he could, trying to hold it all within his hand cupped around the juice. He ran down to the bathroom, hoping that they wouldn't hear. However, when the toilet flushed, his mother did hear.
"I hope we didn't waken Albert."
"I hope we didn't," his brother said, "I don't know what he would think of us fucking around with each other."
"I guess I got carried away," she said, "I've been without it for so long, son. You don't know what it's like to be empty when you've had it for years."
"Yeah, mom," he said, "I guess I was so drunk, so stoned out of my skull I didn't know what I was doing."
"Are you high on something, son? she demanded.
"Does it make any difference, mom?"
"No," she whimpered, "but, really son, I don't want you hooked on anything."
"No, mom, I'm not hooked on anything. I can quit smoking pot or taking the needle anytime I want to."
She turned around, looking at him startled. "I was only kidding," he teased her, "I just got stoned out of my skull. I was down there at one of those little beer bars where they have those bottomless dancers throwing their asses in your face. I fucked one of them, up the ass, and then I came home."
"But you still weren't satisfied, son."
"No, mom," he said, "I guess I've never been satisfied."
"Didn't I satisfy you?" she asked, like a small child asking for acceptance.
Frank, more mature than his mother in some ways, read this.
"You were okay, mom, but I guess we shouldn't fuck each other anymore."
"No, son, no, this was the first and last time."
Whimpering, she walked out of the room and left her sexy son alone to go to bed alone. He walked over to the bed and sprawled out naked and tried to get some sleep, to wear off his hangover. As he lay there, his cock still hard, he couldn't help thinking of his mother. She had really turned him on. While he had fucked her cunt, he hadn't touched her ass. Having just experienced a hot ass fuck with a bottomless dancer, he thought it would be interesting to do some experimenting and see how mom felt, up the ass.
Rising, he got out of his bed, and walked down to her bedroom.
"Son, what are you doing here?" she asked, as she saw him walk naked into her bedroom.
"Hey, mom," he said, "I'm still horny.", "You'd better go to bed," she said, seriously. "No, I don't want to go to sleep, I want to fuck."
"But you just got a fuck," she said. "Yeah," he smiled, "Mom, look at this!" Grasping his main stem, he held it out for her to examine.
"Yes, son, I'm looking."
"Well, a man can't go to sleep with a hard-on like that."
"Well, what can I do? I'm your mom, remember that, Frank. Now go to bed."
"Hey, mom," he said, walking over to her playfully as he stroked his cock with one hand, and reached out to pat her buttocks with the other.
"Oh, son, leave me alone," she protested. "Uh uh," he smiled, "I want to fuck your asshole!"
"No, no," she said loudly.
"Yes, mom, I'm gonna fuck your sweet ass."
At all of the noise going on, once more Albert was awakened. He hustled down the hall, and listened.
"Now, mom, cooperate with me. All you have to do is raise your ass up a little!"
"Son, you're demented," she shrieked. "I won't do it! No decent woman would! You're sick, sick, sick!"
"No," he smiled, "no, I'm not sick! I'm hot as a pistol!"
"Well, go take your pistol to that bottomless performer," she said.
"I'm not going to go anywhere, not when I've got a good piece of tight ass right here in front of me.
Suddenly, he got on the bed and tore her nightclothes off. As she lay there sobbing, her son, Albert, listened at the door, shaking his head in despair.
"Hey, mom, you've got a nice sweet ass."
"Oh, son, leave me alone, won't you please?"
However, he had no idea of letting his mother off so lightly. Instead, he got on her back, and straddled her, slowly sliding his body over hers. As his huge prick slid over her ass, he got an idea of what fun he would have in it.
"Oh, you've got a nice smooth butt," he panted. Then burying his face in her behind, he let his tongue sweep around her buttered cheeks. Strangely, she enjoyed this. And, as his fingers gently pried her ass cheeks apart, her oldest son's tongue began lashing her there.
Once more, her younger son, Albert, was watching. This was an event for him. He had thought of such things, imagined them, fantasized, when he was jerking off. Now, he was seeing it for real, and it was all the more wonderful because of it.
"Oh, son, your tongue feels so good there, stop it! Stop it! Get your tongue out of my ass."
Even though she was protesting, Frank knew this was what his mother wanted, and he let his tongue dart around her tight anus, licking, sucking, exciting her.
"Oh, mom," he gasped, "won't you please suck ass for me after this?"
"Oh, son, stop it, stop it before it's too late!"
Fast, it was becoming too late for her to refuse. She was arching her buttocks up, so he could let his tongue sweep along the crevice easier. And then, the finger was sliding in her vagina. As the tongue swept into her asshole, and the finger stabbed her vagina, she wiggled about on the bed.
"I like to see your ass wiggle," Frank smiled, looking at her ass playfully, gleefully.
"Oh, mom, wiggle that butt," he said, and then sticking his finger up there, he began finger-fucking her there.
With a finger in her asshole and another one sliding up her cunt, she was getting a good double treatment. Stimulated, excited, eager for action, she was indeed willing to accept him any way he wanted to give it to her now.
"Oh, son, you shouldn't be doing things like this with your own mother," she said guiltily, thinking of what she was doing.
"Why not," he smiled, "if I get my rocks off this way, and enjoy it, why not?"
Albert wanted to rush in, he wanted to be closer, as he thought it would make his prick grow harder. Once more he was pumping away, watching, waiting, for that magic moment when the shaft should slide up the asshole, and he could watch it driving in there.
"Hey, mom, I'm getting you ready," her son smiled, delighted.
"Look at us in the mirror," she said, "it looks great, doesn't it? I don't have a bad ass for an older woman, do I, son?"
When Frank caught on that his mother's ego was involved, he knew he was sure to score any way he wanted to.
"Oh, come on, that's it! That's it!" She panted as he let his tongue suddenly stab her asshole, stiffening, sliding, gliding.
Albert was going out of his mind now. His penis pumping quicker and quicker, in tempo to the time of the tongue thrust.
"Hey, son, you've had some experience. Somebody's been teaching you how to eat ass. Yes, baby, that's the way to suck your momma's asshole."
As their wild thrusting action continued, it seemed almost incredible that such acts could be performed. Yet, once it was happening, it seemed natural, normal and nice. Now and then, however, a guilt flash would surface, and his mother would feel as though she were committing a terrible evil, a crime against nature, a sin.
"Oh, son, keep stabbing that tongue up there," she panted, as she pushed her buttocks back and forth over his sliding tongue.
"Oh, ah, yes, son, yes, son, that's the way your mother likes it!"
At this point her ass was lifting right off the bed, pushing itself against her son's face, as his reddened tongue slid inside her, eager to give her the type of delight that he thought she would enjoy. He was building her up for the invasion of his cock, which he knew would turn her on, and give him the one kind of fuck he liked the most.
"Oh, Frank, stop it! Stop it!" she begged.
To test her, Frank pulled his tongue out of her asshole, and did stop indeed.
"What happened? Why did you stop?" she asked him, looking at him seriously.
"But you told me to, mom," he smiled sexily.
"But I didn't mean it," she said nervously, "put your tongue back in there and start sucking some more."
He laughed, he joked, he thrust his tongue up there once more and started sucking her all over again. At the time of the tongue going back to the asshole, Albert felt his prick stiffening again, and he pulled on his shaft harder and harder, eager for that moment of impact when his brother's cock would slide into his mother's asshole all the way. Then, he decided it was almost too dangerous to stay there, when his brother thought he heard something and turned. At that point, Albert ran down the hall and back to his room.
CHAPTER TWO
Now's Frank's long, hard cock was ready to stab up his mother's asshole. She was actually throwing it at him, in eager anxiety to get him to do it to her.
"Don't torment me like this, Frank," she panted, "stab it up there, fuck me! Fuck me, damn it, fuck me!"
"That's what I like, mom," her son smiled, "I like to see a woman beg for it."
Frank got up and went to the bathroom took out the Vaseline and pulled his prick with his hand covered with Vaseline. Now that his cock was well greased, he was ready to go back and fuck her ass good.
He went back to the bedroom and leisurely straddled her.
"Raise your ass up, mom."
His mother raised her behind, arching it up, making it easy for him to thrust. Once more she was reminded of his father who demanded every kind of unusual sexual act for her to perform. Frank, she realized, had come by his strange sexual desires naturally.
"Fuck me, fuck me," she begged.
"Oh, yes, mom," he smiled, "I'm gonna fuck your ass real good!"
Straddling her, he slowly eased the huge shaft between her buttocks. He marveled at the beauty of her behind. It was firm, round, and ready for action. With a hard, ramming thrust, he rode into her.
"Oh, baby, that's beautiful," she panted, as her son slid his shaft inside of her.
"Oh, son, fuck, fuck my asshole!"
He bent over, his chest touching her back, as he reached down to grip her soft breast-flesh. He gently massaged the breasts, cupping them in his full hands as he enjoyed the feel of them. He used his fingertips to work on the nipples, and then he swept down to her vagina and played with her there.
"I like that shaved snatch," he told his sexy mom. "You sure have got a beautiful body, I'll tell you that!"
"Thank you, son," she said, "you're such a good son to me."
He rode into her, enjoying it immensely. However, she could hardly believe she was receiving both sons in one night. It all happened so fast. Albert wanting his cock pulled, and then sucked, and now her marvelous Frank ramming her rectum.
"Fuck it, mom, fuck it, oh, yes, twist it, when I jab to the right, twist your tail to the left!"
As her son thrust his cock to the right, she twisted her buttocks to the left, giving him the exact sensation he desired.
"That's it! Churn your ass! Oh, yes, yes, grind it!"
He rammed to the left and she churned to the right. Each time he would guide her and she would respond.
"Oh, mom, what a fuck you are," he said, as his fingers diddled inside of her vagina. The action that they were sustaining was wild, exciting, beautiful.
"Fuck! Fuck! Oh, yes, yes, fuck!"
Faster and faster, the super-sexed son stabbed his mother's asshole. Now, Albert had gone back down the hall to listen to his brother give his mother the fuck of her life. He watched from the small crack that was open at the door, and nervously reached down for his rod. He panted, breathing heavily, as he saw them going to town.
"Oh, ah, fuck me!" she begged, "Fuck me, yes, yes, that's what I like," she panted.
Now he was ramming it into the hilt. As far as the cock could go, he stabbed her there.
The hot juice spurted out of his prick, high in her rectum, and she milked it for all it was worth. At the same time, his fingers were diddling her there, and they were moistening, and then she gushed sending a flood of juice to his fingers. He kept flicking his fingers in her clitoris until she had made it all the way.
It was an unusual fuck, that was sure. Yet, it was a beautiful one for Frank and his mother.
Slowly, the son eased his cock out of his mother's tight channel. As she felt his prick slipping out, she relaxed. Lying down and looking up at him, she smiled, "Oh, baby, that was so good!"
"You like it?" she smiled.
"You know I did," he said.
Now the two of them were one. For this split second in eternity, as their satisfaction mingled, and his arms went around his mother, they breathed as one body, one soul, lovers.
Albert felt almost as if he was an intruder watching two people who were enjoying themselves so much, and he walked away. Then, Frank knew he had to put an end to it. The drunken haze that had clouded his brain, that had prompted him to do this wild thing was wearing off.
"Mom, I'm sorry," he said humbly.
Being sorry hit her with impact. She knew now that all it was to him was a drunken screw. It had meant much more to her. Tender loving thoughts had surfaced in her mind as her son gave himself to her, that way. She hated to think of it being looked on by him as being dirty, something wrong. For a moment, she wanted to forget that he was her son. She wanted to think of him in that split second of eternity as a lover. That was all, and glancing out the window and looking far out into the night, and seeing the stars glistening in the distance, she could imagine she was taking her trip to the stars. This was what sex always did for her. She was a romantic, a sentimentalist, a lover, yet she was guilty of incest. And she knew it was wrong. However, she couldn't stop herself.
"I'll see you later," Frank said, rising and walking out of the room.
Albert had seen everything. He wanted to rush in and tell her that he knew. Yet, he didn't think it was the thing to do. He decided it would be better to keep his mouth shut, tell nobody, go back to bed. He went back to bed, his mind reeling, his whole world shaken. How could he look anyone in the eye again? He had fucked his mother! What could be worse? Kids at school called dirty, foul kids mother-fuckers. And that's exactly what he was. This bothered him, making it difficult for him to sleep. But, as he tried to sleep, he began thinking of the erotic sight he had seen, and he made up his mind that he would get some action like that, too. He couldn't wait to have her throw her ass up at him, and let him stab her cunt from that angle, or drive it into her asshole.
He had a troubled, sleepless night, and the next morning he was awakened with his mother sobbing and crying.
"What's wrong?" he gasped, running out of his room and down to the living room to where his mother was carrying on at the top of her voice.
"He's gone, he's gone," she said, holding a piece of paper in her hand.
"Who's gone?" he demanded.
"Frank, Frank has gone and left me."
He pulled the piece of paper from his mother's hand, and read it: "Dear Mom: I have gone. It is best this way. I'm sorry about everything. Forgive me, and forget that I ever lived. I've been a rotten son. Frank."
He put the piece of paper down nervously, and said, "Oh, mom, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, why did he go?"
"I have no idea," she said, her eyes clouding, her forehead, wrinkling, and the guilt surfacing in her eyes now, too.
"Mom, go get yourself something to drink," Albert said.
"I shouldn't drink in the morning," she said, "I have a hard enough time stopping in the middle of the afternoon. If you begin in the morning you, oh no!"
His mother ran over to the bar, ignoring her own dictum about not drinking in the morning. She poured herself a shot of whiskey and drank it. Finishing one, she poured another shot and gulped it down just as quickly. Gulping the whiskey so quickly gave her a hoarse voice.
"Oh, son," she said, "come here, baby. You're all I've got!"
There was nothing else for Albert to do. Now he was alone with mom. His father was dead, his brother gone, he was indeed the man of the house.
"I'm not going to school today," he sighed, "you need me too much at home."
"Oh, son," she sighed, "you must go right along. Things must go on, life can't stop because he has gone."
"Yes, I'm staying here, you need me, mom. I'll call the principal's office so they can take the message for my homeroom teacher that I can't make it."
"Oh, Albert, darling, that's so kind of you to want to console your mom."
"You know I love you, mom," he said, brushing his cheek against hers and kissing her on the side of her face.
He went to the phone and left the message at the school office for his homeroom teacher. Then, coming back to his mom, "Mom, I've got to have a drink, too."
"Oh, no," she said, "that's how Frank began. Frank, baby, wasn't just an alcoholic, he was-"
"I know," Albert said, "you don't have to tell me, mom. Frank was hooked on drugs, and had been for a long time. And you know what, mom?"
"No, what, son?"
"He was involved in an armed robbery, mom. We're lucky he's gone."
"I won't believe it," she shrieked, "Frank, my dear son, would never do a thing like that."
"Not unless he needed a fast fix," Albert said.
"Albert, baby, don't you ever disappoint me. Promise me, son, you'll never run away like that!"
Going over to his mother, he wrapped his arms around her, and kissed her full on the mouth. Holding his lips away from her for a moment, he looked affectionately into her eyes and said, "Don't worry, mom. I'll never run away from you."
Her lips opened and she waited for her younger son's tongue to slide in and touch hers. Albert didn't disappoint her. His tongue slid inside her mouth, and soon he was thrusting his tongue in her mouth as if it were a cock driving into a cunt.
"Oh, baby, you know what?" she sighed.
"No, mom, what?"
"I wish I could ball you," she said, "isn't that awful?"
"No, mom," Albert smiled, "I'd like to ball you, too."
Her eyes flashed on, as if someone had turned an electric switch on. She was stimulated now, excited, and eager to taste the joys of dealing with her son. She decided that the cagiest thing to do would be to suggest a simple massage.
"Albert, baby, my nerves are frayed. Could you give your mother a massage?"
"Sure, mom, anything!" he smiled, flashing his teeth and licking his lips.
"Alright," she said, "come along to my room."
He followed his mother to her room, and as she laid there on the bed, she said, "I suppose I should take off all of my clothes, son, so you can rub me better."
"Why not?" he smiled, knowing full well what she wanted.
As she lay on her stomach, she turned to tell him, "Rub up and down the nerve centers on my spine, honey. That will help me a lot."
"Yes, mom," he smiled, "I'll do it real nice for you."
"I know you will, darling," she said.
His hands rubbed up and down her spine, and then he felt her behind. He enjoyed feeling her there. He was contemplating what it would be like to slide his pecker up there. He had seen photos depicting men driving their penises up the female's vagina from behind. Also, he had seen photos depicting anal intercourse. Having witnessed his own brother, Frank, give it to his mother, from backside, he was eager to try that, too.
"Oh, I'm feeling better now," she said, "yes, son, so much better!"
Indeed she was feeling better. As his hands worked gently over her, she enjoyed it more every moment.
"That feels so good," she told him, "keep it up!"
He did keep it up indeed, and then parting her legs, he worked his fingers around her buttocks and around her vagina. She told him, "Keep that up, darling, it feels so good to your mother."
"Oh, mom, I'd like to lick your butt," he said. Going down, he let his tongue sweep out over her behind. As his tongue licked the smooth surface of her buttocks, her body quivered and his fingers slid down to her vagina and kept her excited there.
"Albert, oh, baby, it feels fantastic! Nobody has ever done that to me before." She lied.
As the tongue action increased, she raised her buttocks so he could have a good vantage point for rimming her.
"Rim it, honey," his mother smiled, and she turned to look at him doing it to her. She enjoyed watching in the mirror, too, for it was an erotic sight to see.
"Suck my asshole," she demanded. "Suck it, son, suck it!"
He knew that it was disgusting to do such a thing, to say nothing of doing it with your own mother. Yet, his erotic nature triggered him to do so. And, having watched his brother, Frank, do it, he wanted to find out what Frank felt when he did it to her.
"Oh, baby, that's too much, I'm climbing the walls," she panted.
He knew it was time to straddle her butt, and he decided to throw it to her cunt from this angle. As he slowly eased the cock down to her gash, he enjoyed the fact that she was smoothly shaven there so he could see from behind precisely where the slit was located. He slid it smoothly, and thrust with one hard drive.
"Sock it to me," his mother demanded, with all the finesse of a cheerleader at a football game.
"Oh, darling, that's groovy!"
He loved the enthusiasm that his mother put into it, and he tried to match her eager desire for it. Thrusting it into her cunt, he kept it driving up there as she vigorously worked her tight cunt muscles around the cock. She prided herself in keeping her body always delectable, always ready to screw with.
"Oh, baby, ram it up there!" she begged him.
Ramming the cock up her cunt, he did enjoy himself a lot. It didn't bug him that it was his mother that he was making it with. A cunt is a cunt is a cunt, he said to himself. And mom's cunt is nicest of all.
The big prick had shot its wad, and he was really enjoying it, too.
"Oh, baby, that's beautiful," he panted, "that's it, fuck it, yes, yes, do it!"
Together they had achieved a beautiful fuck, for his mother had made it, too. Suddenly, she refused to face reality any more. After her son, Frank, had fled, she had flipped out from reality and, unhinged, was carrying on with Albert. Doing it with Albert was like having her husband back, like having her other son back, and therefore it became a sexual rite.
"Oh, darling, you were so wonderful," she told Albert.
Albert eased his cock out of her pussy, and lay down beside her.
"Lie down here, mom," he told her, "let me love you."
She gladly lay down beside her son, then his hands began playing with her nipples. She enjoyed the feel of his hands as he massaged her there.
"Oh, baby, you're so gentle and so playful, like a little puppy," she giggled.
He wondered if something was happening to her, that she was talking like this. He suspected that the Greek had become too much and she wasn't herself. However, she reached down and grasped his mainstem in her hand.
"This brought us a lot of pleasure, didn't it, darling?"
"Yes, mom, it sure did," he told her, "you want to suck on it for me awhile?"
"Oh, son, I would love to."
His mother, crouched at his crotch, and slowly pulled on his prick, bringing it to erection. Bending over, his mother slid her mouth over his penis head. She didn't go down on the staff completely, oh no, she did it like her husband taught her to suck cock. She used her mouth to capture the pead of the penis, to lick its velvety crown, and tickle the slit with her tongue. Then she pulled it back and forth as she drew her lower lip across the underside, the sensitive glans portion of the penis.
Now this was driving him out of his mind. He went down with his hands and guided her, and she suddenly reached down to his testicles, and lifted them into her mouth. She sucked on both nuts at the same time. He loved this, and his body quivered and shivered with trembling excitement.
"Oh, mom, suck me, suck my balls," he said.
"Baby, suck, suck, suck it!" he told her.
Now he was lost in his own sexual fantasy, his eyes were closed, and it wasn't his mother who was licking and sucking his cock and his balls at all. It was a nameless, faceless female, one who knew the art and craft of love.
"Suck that prick! Suck that prick! Yes, yes, suck it!"
She pulled the large penis toward her and went down it again. This time she went down to the base of the penis with her mouth, letting the head of the shaft of it touch the back of her throat. As the penis slid back and forth, she became more and more excited herself. Her own excitement, made it possible for her to give a super-suck.
"Suck that prick, suck that prick, yes, mom, yes, suck that cock, suck it!"
He thrust it to her, enjoying it more every moment.
"Suck that cock, suck that cock, yes, mom, suck it!"
She loved the aroma of his loins, she enjoyed the feel of his slimy sweaty thighs, as he gripped her with his thighs and threw his pelvis up, as he thrust that cock down her throat and fucked her good. His hands reached out and his fingers went through her hair, as he guided her over his rod. Up and down, up and down, her mouth moved as she traveled the six-inch journey, the most exciting sexual trip in the world.
"Suck that prick off, eat that juice, suck it, go after the juice, mom," he demanded.
She loved his dominant demands, she enjoyed pleasing him, she couldn't wait for him to juice it.
They had enjoyed it immensely. The cock-sucking action had brought them to the brink of delight. Yet, he couldn't wait for her to juice it all out. She sucked and sucked and got some more juice out of his cock, and he passionately thrust his pelvis up, not leaving her alone. Once more, his thighs encased her naked body, and she trembled and vibrated with passionate excitement.
"Oh, ah," he gasped. The sucking action had brought him pleasure he never knew possible before. At last, she slid her mouth off of his rod, and rested her head on his thigh. He raised one thigh and glanced at his mother's head down there.
"The view from here, baby, is just beautiful."
He loved her comment, enjoyed seeing her enjoying him. He wondered how many women could enjoy being down there on him. The fact that it was his mother, who got so turned on at his loins, didn't bother him too much.
"Did I taste good to you?" he asked bluntly.
"Oh, son, your sperm was delicious. I really love you, dear," she said.
Now she was stroking his inner thigh, reaching down to feel his smooth round behind, and suddenly her tongue was licking his inner thigh. He loved the quivery, slippery feel of her tongue lashing around his private area. Soon she made her next want manifest. She slipped a pillow under his buttocks, and her tongue started lashing around his smooth behind. It wasn't long before her fingers were tugging at intimate section of his anus, where the hole is. Next, her tongue shot up there, and she was eating his young, tight ass out.
"Oh, mom, suck ass, suck it! That's it, baby, oh yes, suck it! Suck my ass for me," he begged.
She knew she should have been revolted at the idea of doing such a thing with her son. Yet, in the state that she was in, it seemed like a beautiful, wonderful thing to do. Her tongue jabbed up there, and his body quivered and shivered. The fact that he got so turned on, turned her on. It was an interchange of bio-electricity.
"Oh, baby, beautiful," he panted, "I love it! I love it, yes, yes, do it!" And do it she did.
Faster and faster, the action went on as her hot tongue stabbed his tight asshole. Little had he ever realized that the ass contained such excitement, such thrills. Yet the tight elastic skin, responding to the stiff tongue stabbing hotly, brought super pleasure.
"Suck it, mom, suck my asshole!"
Reaching down he guided her head over his hot hole, and throwing his body up, he arched his back.
She was stimulated by the fact that her son was so uninhibited, so turned on with her tongue. At last, she took her tongue out of him and looked up at him.
"Mom, baby, let me kiss you," he asked her.
"Alright, baby, I want to kiss you so much."
She lay in his arms and he kissed her ever so gently. He let his tongue sweep her eyelids, lick the tip of her nose, and ever so softly, press on her sweet lips.
"Mom, you're beautiful!" he told her.
"Son, we need each other now more than ever before. With dad gone and your brother Frank gone, there's only you and me."
"Yes, mom, and we'll make out," he smiled. "Don't you worry."
She didn't say a word, her lust-driven eyes were looking in his. Her hot intense feelings were exploding within her, and she contemplated all kinds that they could do together. However, a fear on the horizon haunted her. What if another woman would want her handsome son, to teach him the ways of sex!
She downed such fears, refusing to face any reality that might surface. Worse than that, she thought of the young high school girl who might want to put out for him. This would be terrible, to compete with some young girl would be impossible. The girls were so wild these days, they would do anything in the back seat of a car at a drive-in. All of this frightened her, plus the fact that half of them had venereal disease. At least, by having sex at home, she could keep it clean for him. That was more than a lot of the girls at school could do. Sure, it may not be as wholesome, as picking up some fresh young chick and teaching her all the dirty things he knew, or her teaching him all the dirty things she knew, nevertheless, she figured she was giving love, cleanliness, as well as counsel, wisdom, and motherly advice.
"Mom," he said, "we can't go on like this."
The very fear, as if transferred by thought, had reached his mind. The fear of ending their fantastic relationship, now had become a reality. He was talking of stopping. This was what she couldn't stand. She loved him too much to ever quit.
"I know," she agreed, figuring it was the wisest thing to do until she had more time to think about strategy.
"I'm sorry, mom," he said guiltily.
"Sure, most men are sorry once they have their rocks off," she said acidly.
"Is that a nice thing to say?" he demanded.
"Well, it's the truth," she said flatly. "After men have gotten what they want, they act a hell of a lot different. I found that out all my life."
CHAPTER THREE
It came as no surprise to young Albert's mother that her son wanted to find a girl his age. This bothered her very much. However, there was nothing she could do about it.
"Mom," he told her a couple of days later, "I'm going out on a weekend hike with a gal I met at school."
"I don't want you to do that," she said, "it isn't good for you to be running around on weekend hikes. I have a good idea of what goes on at those hikes."
"They are nature hikes, mom," he said, "get your mind out of the gutter!"
"Is that any way for a son to talk to his own mother?" she demanded testily.
"Look, mom, knock it off!" he told her, "I'm awfully sorry, but really, everybody isn't fucking the way you think they are."
"Judging from what I read in the papers," she said nervously, "a lot of young people get together for orgies. They're high on pot, move on to heroin, and then they have to graduate to crime to pay for their nasty little habits."
"Oh, mom, you make it all sound so awful."
"Baby, can't we turn on together, before you go away this weekend?"
He looked at her for a long moment, and he knew what she wanted.
"Alright," he said, "I guess we can go to bed together."
She didn't let him wait, as he thought she would.
"Where are you going?" he demanded, as he watched her walk toward the bedroom.
"Well, didn't you say we could have sex, son?" his disturbed mother asked.
"Yes, but tonight, damn it!"
"Oh no," she said, "I can't wait until tonight."
"Look, mom," he said, "you must be wired wrong at the factory. You're hornier than I am."
"Can I help it?" she demanded, "I'm sorry, forgive me for having a cunt!"
"Alright, mom," he smiled, "I guess you're one super-sexed mother, and you can't help it."
He took off his clothes quickly and hopped into bed, and slipped under the sheets. After pulling back the sheets, his mother unveiled a big surprise.
"Well, whatever happened to your cock?"
Instead of a big hard-on, there it looked like a small egg resting in a big nest. Resting, amid a supply of hair, was his shriveled-up cock. It looked like it was a beat-up rubber somebody had been holding during a rainstorm. She was terribly disappointed. It was clear that he needed something to bring it back to life.
"Come here, baby," she said, grinning lewdly. She laid down next to him in bed, wondering how she could excite him. She ran her hand down his arm, and then reached for his prick. He got so excited when she did this, he reached over and touched her breasts. They felt like velvet.
"What beautiful skin, mom," he smiled. "Smooth, real smooth."
Next, her son pressed his lips to her breasts and began kissing them.
"Oh, baby, you turn me on with your tongue. I remember when you were a little baby, and you used to suck on these very same breasts."
Instead of repelling him, her words only stimulated him, and immediately he let his tongue sweep around her generous sized nipples, and he licked furiously.
"Oh, baby, turn on, baby, get that big cock hard for me, and I'll suck it for you, baby."
Albert softly stroked her smoothly shaven slit, while his mouth sucked on her breasts. He knew that it was important to give her all of the action possible. His tongue sent waves of excitement through her.
"Oh, Albert, you're too much."
Next, she told him, "Baby, play with the other tittie, too."
He played with both breasts, and moved his mouth from one to the other, licking, nibbling, exciting her every way he knew how. When his finger dipped inside her slit, he was ready to sweep down there with his tongue.
He went to her crotch instinctively, and let his tongue slide into her shaven slit. This excited himx enormously. As his tongue glided along there, she raised her pelvis up, revealing her smooth, trim behind. He decided she needed some sucking around there.
"Son, suck ass," she begged.
Albert's tongue swept inside the crack in her ass, and he soon was stabbing her asshole with hot and heavy thrusts. As the huge tongue stabbed her asshole, she enjoyed it immensely. Her ass quivered, her body was turned on with the electrical excitement of his tongue jabs.
"Oh, baby, that's beautiful," she panted. "Yes, yes, suck, suck momma, suck your sweet hot momma!"
-Hearing the voice of authority, his own mother, requesting such actions, turned him on strangely. Together they were a wild sucking, fucking, turned-on team.
Having brought her to the brink, he wanted to plunge his cock into her and give her a wild workout. Straddling her now, and holding his huge meat head close to her shaven slit, he smiled down at her.
"Oh, son, ram it up there," she begged urgently.
He told her, "Take your hand, mom, and guide my dong up there!"
She took her hand and guided his cock into her.
"Oh, baby, that's beautiful, keep fucking, yes, yes, I can feel it clear down to my toes," she panted, as the pleasure built within her body. She tossed her body up to meet the cock thrusts of her hot son.
"Albert, baby, fuck it! Fuck it!"
Albert recalled watching his brother Frank fuck his mother, and his rode into her with the same hard thrusts.
"That's it, mom, grab my prick, oh yes, that's it, sweet momma," he grunted, as he rutted the cock hard into her. She clutched at his back until it bled.
"Oh, son, keep it up, keep it up," she begged him. She was enjoying this now more than she had with Frank, or her husband. Albert's cock, sliding into her, had become an obsession, a compulsion, an irresistible force in her life that she couldn't live without.
"Fuck it! Fuck it! Oh, yes, yes, that's it, baby, give it to momma!"
With all inhibitions gone, he drove it into her, and the hot cock exploded.
"Yes, yes, oh, oh," he panted, as his prick kept exploding, like a repeater peter.
She was cumming, too, and her hands were kneading his buttocks, as she grasped for something, when the throes of sexual ecstasy had her body writhing and turning and twisting. Now the two of them were one again. This was the way she always wanted it.
. "Albert, kiss me, kiss me, baby," she begged him.
With all of the pleasure which was flashing through his body, he was more than willing to grant his mother a hot kiss. And then, his tongue began licking around each ear. It was a pleasurable sensation, that she thoroughly enjoyed.
"Oh, Albert, I like that," she said, frankly astonished that he knew so many things that he could do.
Gradually, he was licking her all over, and as he licked the nipples, he bit.
"Oh, baby, that's so much fun, when you nibble on my nipples," she told him. Farther down and farther down he licked, pulling his penis out of her snatch, and then he was down where her creamy white legs were turning him on. Letting his tongue sweep on her cunt, he suddenly stabbed inside.
"Oh, baby, do that, do that," she panted, excitedly, as he ate the juices in her vagina. Following this, he went back to her legs, licking her inner thighs, and gradually went down to her toes. Sucking on her toes excited her. He turned to tell her, "Beautiful feet, beautiful."
The tempo of the licking and sucking had built, and he was thorougly excited. Methodically, Albert had paced himself so that he could send waves of sensation riding through her body.
"Suck me," he looked at his mother, "come on, mom, suck!" Then Albert got right over her face, and pressed his hot behind over it.
She gripped his young thighs and eagerly let her tongue slip out, where she could eat his ass out for him. It wasn't offensive, after all, it was her own son.
"Oh, mom, suck that ass, suck it, suck me, lick me!" he demanded.
Soon, he was pumping on his penis, and ordering her, "Rim it! Rim my asshole!"
Her tongue quickly rimmed the ass, and next he swept back so she could grab his cock and suck on it.
"Suck that prick! Suck that cock, oh, yes, mom, suck it! Suck that cock!"
He knew what she needed, and gladly he thrust the cock down her willing throat. Throat-fucking her had become a super delight, and she loved it, too. As the great balls bounced on her chin, her mouth clamped on the cock, and he rammed it to her. But, he couldn't take much of this. It was super, sexual excitement, and suddenly the hot cock exploded in her mouth, sending jet streams of sperm down her throat.
"Suck it all out, suck that juice! Yes, hot momma, suck that prick! Suck it, do you hear? Suck that cock off!"
Gradually, she got the juice out of it, and then it went limp and he pulled it out, smiling.
Lying beside her, he consoled her, "You know, mom," he said, "I ought to go with girls my age. I want to be normal, like other guys."
"As long as you don't come back with some dread disease," she said, "it has become so common I guess that's normal. So honey, on that count, be normal."
He laughed, as he thought about it, but on second thought he didn't laugh. It was a sobering thought, and he decided he would take care.
When the weekend came, he went to see Joyce, the girl with the biggest tits in his class. As he and Joyce drove to the mountain where the hike was going to commence, he got a wild idea. Blushing, he told her, stammering, that, "Well, I would like to teach you some lessons in sex. I am going to open my fly and take my cock out for you to see."
"Oh no!" she told Albert.
"Yes, Joyce, I think you'll be impressed by the size of it. Now, wouldn't you like to have a chance to suck on my big cock?"
Joyce's eyes focused on his hand where he was holding the huge rod.
"I've never seen a man's cock before," she said.
"A man's big cock!" he smiled. "Do you care if I touch it."
"No, I wish you would. Only shouldn't we stop at a motel and ditch that hike idea?"
The girl looked straight ahead, as she reached out, pulling the prick toward her. As she glanced down at the foreskin drawn well back over its big velvet head, she nodded, "Yes, I want that big stiff prick of yours."
Her hand touched it lightly, nervously, and then gripped tightly around the middle of the shaft.
"Oh, Albert, it feels like hard velvet," she said.
"Yes, baby, it does. That's why people like to take cocks in their mouths and suck on them. I'll teach you all about that and a lot of other things as well."
"It's hard as bone," Joyce commented, as her hand closed tighter around his shaft.
"Cock has to be hard to push up a tight cunt when a man fucks a woman."
"Oh, Albert, I can't wait till we're bare-assed naked alone in a bedroom."
"One day I'm going to push this prick up your cunt so hard, you'll never want to fuck anybody else."
"Let's do it tonight," she said, "I can't wait to see you stripped naked so you could show me the rest of your equipment."
"Yes, Joyce, my big balls are full of thick cream which shoots out into your cunt or mouth or asshole."
"Oh, Albert, you shouldn't talk to me like that," she said shyly.
"Baby, it's nothing to be shy about," he said, "I want you to enjoy my prick. I know you'll enjoy sucking my meat."
"Oh, you expect me to suck it?" Joyce said.
"Yes, baby, you'll love to have it in your mouth."
As she stroked on his meat, she became hotter and hotter herself. As her quivering mound moistened, she thought how exciting it would be to be in a room alone, naked, with him. Together they could have a wild, wonderful time.
"How about that motel, Joyce dear?" he smiled, as they drove by a motel.
"Yes, baby, I would like that."
He stopped at the motel, and fortunately the man at the motel didn't ask to see his identification for his age. Then, he went back to the car, smiling, eager to see Joyce stark naked.
He went into the bedroom and lay down on the bed, and unzipped his fly again. Pulling out his huge cock, he began stroking.
"Now baby, I want you to strip for me."
Joyce opened the top of her dress and pushed it down to her waist and smiled. When she saw him pulling on his penis, it excited her no end. Her hands caressed the boldly jutting breasts, and she gave a small sigh as she rubbed them.
"What beautiful tits you've got," he nodded, "I can't wait to suck them myself."
Then she began stripping some more. As she did so, he saw her sheer nylon panties caressing her behind. And through the fabric he saw the shadowy crack. Her dress was on the floor, and now her panties joined the dress.
"Come over here and let me feel you up," he said. Joyce walked over and got in the bed, stark naked. At first, they were both shy and tentative in their touches, but quickly they became bolder. A cry of excitement issued from his throat, as he felt of her crotch.
"Now, show me how a woman plays with a man's body," he said, "strip me!"
Slowly, she unbuttoned his shirt, and marveled at his handsome, strong chest.
"You like it when I expand my chest," he smiled.
"Oh, yes, baby, I do. You're such a sexy man."
Next, she pulled down his pants, with some difficulty. He held down his own penis so she could make it. Next, she slid off his shorts. Now, the naked big cock stood straight up.
Spreading his legs for her, he raised his thighs and invited her.
"Come on up here, Joyce, and show me what you can do with your mouth."
The girl was shy and afraid. She had never been approached before. Some boys had felt of her at the drive-in, yes, but nobody had ever been naked in the bedroom with her, and now with his huge shaft pointing at her mouth, she knew what was expected of her.
"Baby, what lush breasts you've got," he said, reaching for the big pink nipples which jutted excitingly.
"Show me how I can use those breasts with my cock," he smiled.
She smiled, and obeying, rubbed the big tits against his hard cock. As he felt the breasts rubbing against his huge shaft, he became more and more stimulated.
"You see how big my nuts are getting when you do that?" he smiled proudly.
Glancing down, Joyce saw how large his nuts were becoming. It excited her no end to see this. Soon, she was reaching down, cupping both balls in her hand.
"Yes, baby, yes, that's what I want. I want you to suck my nuts first."
She went down there, and somehow she could hardly tease her tongue to get out and lick.
"Now, baby, use your tongue."
Her tongue lashed all around his testicles, and the thrills mounted as she finally opened her mouth and pulled both balls in and began sucking on them.
"Oh, baby, suck those nuts," he begged her. His hands both went down, guiding her head over his intimate zones.
"Now, baby, let your tongue slide down to my asshole."
"Oh, no," she shrieked, pulling away from his privates.
"Go down there, baby, stick your tongue up my asshole!"
"I won't do that," she insisted, "I won't!"
Even though the girl was insistent, he knew that eventually he would get her to do what he wanted her to.
"Now, baby," he panted, "you just get down there, and lick around it."
"I can't," the girl insisted.
"Oh, yes you can," he said, slapping her.
The girl began crying.
"Now, will you do it?"
"No, no," she sobbed.
Once more his hand slapped across her face. The girl's sobs brought him only a harder prick.
"Now, baby, you'll do it! Yes, you'll lick my ass out!"
She went down there, and let her tongue slide around his asshole, and soon she was stabbing him there.
"Suck it, suck that ass out," he demanded, "suck ass! Yes, baby, yes, suck!"
The hot tongue shot up the asshole, and together they were building to a climax. He told her, "I want you to pull on my prick at the same time," he smiled.
"Yes, baby, yes!"
Now Joyce's hand was pumping on Albert's prick. Her tongue was shooting up his asshole at the same time. To Joyce's own surprise, she was finding it pleasurable, exciting.
Faster and faster, the ass-licking action went on. At the same time, she was doing a marvelous job of pumping on his prick. However, he wanted her to be intrigued, anxious for the cream in his balls.
"Baby, I've got a good load of juice for you in those nuts," he said.
Glancing up from where she was sucking, she could see his nuts jiggling as she pulled on the rod. And, she did desire the cream within them. She wondered what the taste would be like. It was this curiosity that propelled her at last to slip her tongue out of his cheeks, and once more tickle his nuts on the way to the top of his cock.
Capping the crown of his cock with her mouth, without any further prompting from him, she sucked.
The beautiful cock-sucking was finishing as he was about ready to juice. Throwing his pelvis up, he reached down to grip her head and shoved her over his meat.
"Suck that cock! Yes, baby, you know you want those balls, baby, suck it! You're going to get a mouthful of cock cream," he panted, as he rammed it to her.
"Oh, baby, lick it, lick it, suck, suck!"
Now he was shooting. As the hot sperm splashed down her throat, she pulled back so she could get a taste of it.
"Suck it, suck it, yes, baby, yes!"
The cock cream tasted good to her, and she loved the fruit of his balls.
The juicy goodness from the hot hard cock was almost too much for her to stand.
"Oh, baby, suck! Suck! Now, baby, now!"
The hot cock had shot its load, and she was enjoying it immensely. It was a beautiful act, done magnificently. As she slipped her mouth over his cock, she didn't want to come up quite yet. She wanted to lie there between his legs, and breathe him in, look at him closely. She loved the curly fringe of pubic hair that was around his meat. She loved the size of the shaft that wouldn't get soft. And above all, she adored his balls. Because it was from the balls that she had been fed. She held the balls in her hand and glanced at the huge shaft before her eyes.
"Oh, baby, what a beautiful prick you've got!"
"I'm glad you like it," he smiled, "it's your plaything, baby, along with the balls."
Now they were enjoying themselves immensely. The hot cock, had given her entertainment she never knew could happen.
She lay there tenderly playing with his buttocks, teasing him.
"What are you looking at now?" the young boy asked.
"Just the sight of it all," she replied, "I like your firm round behind, I enjoyed licking on your ass, and what fun it was to feel your balls. But the nicest thing of all was when I got that load of cum in my mouth. I've heard guys talk about it before, and girls, too. But I never thought I would enjoy it like this."
"Well, you see, baby," he smiled, "you've got a lot to learn. I'll be your sex teacher, and I think I ought to give you another lesson in sex."
"Well, you've sure got the prick for it," she said, "it doesn't go down."
"Why? Did you make it with some cat whose cock went limp?"
Turning away shyly, and feeling embarrassed, Joyce almost lost her voice.
"Why don't you tell me?" he demanded.
"Alright, I will," she said. "There was a boy, and he did teach me a few things at the drive-in. I used to press on his prick while I'd kiss him. It would get real hard and he would push and I would push, and then I could feel it shoot. It went limp after that. But, baby, yours didn't."
Albert was proud of his cock, proud that he could outdo the fellow she had made it with at the drive-in. Reaching down he gripped his huge prick proudly, and smiled, "My cock isn't his cock. It's obviously better!"
"Yes, it is," she sighed, "and the balls are bigger, too."
"But I thought you said he kept it in his pants," he asked her, curious as to know whether or not she was lying.
"Well, one time he did take it out and ask me to pump it, and I was so anxious to see it, I told him to let it all hang out."
"So you're not the little miss innocent after all?" Albert smiled.
"But I never did give a blow job before," she said, nervously twitching as if her innocence was an achievement.
"Don't brag about it, baby," he smiled, "a girl who can give good head is really something else."
"Yes, she gets a bad rep around the school," she said, "and when you boys rap, you probably share notes on who the best girls are. I can hear you talking, you would say one girl has a great tight cunt, another girl gives super mouth jobs. Oh, I know the dirty talk that goes on.'"
"Sure, you do, 'cause the girls are just as dirty. You know, they're always wondering about the size of the man's dick. They say his feet are a determining factor in how big his prick is. I've heard that, haven't you?"
"Yes," she smiled, "you do have big feet, don't you?"
"Yes, and a big cock to go with them."
CHAPTER FOUR
Now Albert was eager to train his young naive girl everything about sex.
"Well, Joyce," he smiled, stealing a quick glimpse at her cunt, "I sure would like to teach you about pussy eating. You've got such a beautiful cunt, how would you like to push it at my face and let me stick my tongue in your hot cunt?"
"Oh," Joyce smiled, "that would be wonderful. Will you really do it to me?"
"You bet I will," he smiled, "just straddle me, honey, and push that beautiful piece of pussy at my mouth, and see what happens."
Joyce straddled him, pushing her hot cunt closer. As his tongue lashed around it, he became more and more excited.
"Oh, that's beautiful!" Joyce grunted as his tongue swept around her vagina.
"My pussy, my pussy's on fire," she panted, "yes, yes, suck that pussy!"
Now she was going out of her mind as his tongue stabbed away.
"Oh, baby, eat it, eat it!"
He gripped her buttocks and pulled her pussy closer to him.
'You must have eaten a lot of pussy before,' she panted, "suck my pussy now!"
He didn't have to teach her very much about pussy, for she loved the sex demonstration so much that she was pushing it to him, eagerly, and grasping his head.
"I enjoy being fucked by your tongue so much, you're making me cry."
Tears of joy rushed down her cheeks as his tongue went for her clit.
He knew where the female needed it most. Lashing around the juicy, tasty walls of her vagina, he focused his action on her clitoris. Using his mouth like a suction cup, he went up and down on that area. Faster and faster, his mouth worked over the clitoris.
"Suck it, now, oh, yes, suck it, suck it, ohhh, ahhh, yes, baby, yes!" The girl grunted, gasping for air.
Indeed, Joyce's young pussy was juicing. Happy was her lover's tongue, as it linked about inside of her, tasting its delicious contents.
Now, he pushed her away, having finished probing her crotch with his tongue.
"Hey, baby, I enjoyed eating you," he said, as she blushed.
"Oh, baby, there's so much that we can do."
"I want to shoot my stuff up your twat," he said, "I bet you'd be a beautiful fuck."
Now she was sliding down his body and he told her, "Rise up, honey, and slide down my flagpole."
She immediately moved down, rising up so she could fit her cunt over his cock.
"Slow and easy, baby," he smiled, as his fingers gently touched her soft breasts. Now he was going out of his mind as the beautiful cunt glided smoothly down.
"Ohh, ahh, baby, twist your tail," he demanded, slapping her rear end. She loved it, as her cunt became excited again.
"Ohh, baby, I'm dying for it!" he panted, as his body twitched and her dangling breasts excited him, swaying before him.
"I ought to suck on those tits while I'm up your cunt," he said.
Reaching behind him, she wadded up two pillows so his head would be nearer her breasts. Swaying them in front of him, his tongue brushed across the nipples. Her nipples became erect and she added fire to her fuck.
"Oh, baby, suck on them, suck my titties," she panted, as she pushed up and down on his rod.
"Ohhh, baby, suck those tits, suck those tits, fuck my cunt!"
Joyce's inhibitions were suddenly gone. Her true sexy nature had surfaced. Her gripping vagina was vigorously grabbing the cock that was being thrust inside of it. She was eager to feel the cum spurting inside. She wanted to know what his mouth could do now to excite her nipples some more.
"Oh, bite my titties," she begged.
He let his tongue twirl around the nipples, and then his teeth bore down. The gentle sensation of his teeth nibbling at her nipples was flipping her out.
"Oh, baby, beautiful, yes, yes, that's it!" he panted, as the excitement became almost too much for him. Leaning back, he concentrated his cock-stabbing action on her pussy, forgetting her breasts for a moment, enjoying the sight of them swaying before him.
"Oh, honey," she panted, "look at the marks on my nipples."
He looked at her nipples, and there were the teeth marks.
"Fuck it! Fuck it!" she panted, as she felt his cock coming harder at her.
"Ohhh, ahh,yes! Yes! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!"
Now the hard cock thrusts were matched by her vigorous gripping motions with her vagina muscles. The two of them were really going to town. A moment later, they came on target.
"Right on!" the young boy panted, as he shot his wad inside of her cunt.
She juiced, too, exclaiming as she of her breasts, exciting herself as she vigorously squeezed the juice out of his prick.
"Ohhh, ahhh, yes, baby, oohhh!"
They both trembled with the arousal, and the amazement of their own bodies begging for more.
"Oh, honey, I love your hot cheeks," he panted, slapping them roughly. His cock, refusing to go down.
"I want to fuck your ass next," he smiled, and she couldn't believe he could do it again.
"Slide your cunt off my cock, and I'll fuck your ass good."
She pulled off of his cock and lay down on the bed.
"Don't just lie there," he said, "raise your ass up so I can stab it!"
She pushed her behind up so he could drive the cock up there. With hard, ramming thrusts, he let the cum-slickened cock slide into her asshole. At the moment it passed her tight anal ring, she thought she would go out of her mind. However, once he rammed it past that, she enjoyed it.
"How does that feel, baby?" he asked her. "It sure feels good to me."
Slapping her buttocks as her hot cheeks reared back to him, he enjoyed the sound of his hands colliding with her bare butt.
"Oh, baby, fuck it, fuck it, yes, yes, give me more."
She threw her buttocks around, grinding in time to his ass-stabbing action. The moments of arousal were building just as before. Reaching over, he played with her breasts with his fingertips once more. Pressing his chest against her back, he rutted into her.
"Oh, baby, you've got a tight ass on you," he panted, "yes, baby, yes, fuck it, fuck it, doesn't it feel good?"
"Oh, yes, Albert," she panted, pushing her buttocks back to meet his cock thrusts.
"Now, now, twist it, turn it, yes, yes, ohhh!"
The hot piston precision of his thrusts had brought them there quickly.
Driving it in up to the hilt, his balls jiggled against her bare behind. The cock exploded in her asshole, and she felt his fingers manipulating her clitoris at the same instant.
"Baby, I'll get you there, too," he panted, as his breath came quickly.
"I wish you would, I'm so stimulated now, I must go on."
She kept moving back and he kept driving forward. The excitement was almost too much for them to take.
"Fuck it! Fuck it! Ohhh, ahhh, yes, fuck! Fuck!"
With her buttocks rearing back to him, and his fingers in her vagina, he juiced her, too. The juice from her vagina dribbled and trickled down, and she moaned in delight.
"I love it when you screw my asshole," she informed him flatly. "Yes, baby, yes, ohhh, wow!"
The screwing had subsided, but his passions hadn't. He loved this girl, and he wanted to suck on those tits some more.
"Baby, as soon as I've pulled my prick out of your asshole, I've got to suck on those titties."
He kept his word, for as soon as he had slid out of her behind, he was ready to suck on her breasts.
"Ohhh, baby, that's it," he panted, "yes, yes, ohhh!"
He loved the exciting moment when he could lick on the nipples and roam around her body with his hands. She loved it, too, and she writhed and twisted, her head moving this way and that, her eyes glancing above, as the excitement she felt was too much for her.
"Fuck it! Fuck it! Oh, ah, yes, yes, ohhh!"
As he moved away, she asked him, "How much experience have you had?"
"Enough," he smiled, "enough to give you a good screwing."
"I could tell that," she agreed. However, she wanted some more action. She was trembling with the arousal and amazement of what he had done for her.
"You know what I've seen my father do?" she said, massaging her pendulous breasts.
"No, what does your daddy do?"
"He loves to take his belt, and flick it over momma's behind," she said. "Do you want to do that to me?" she finally smiled.
"Sure," he said, rising off the bed, naked, and walking over to take the belt from his pants. As he pulled the belt out of his pants, she looked at his ass cheeks. Indeed he was a handsome strong man. Coming back, she rubbed them, and he said, "You like my butt."
"Yes, I do."
"Want me to sit on your face and let you lick it?" he smiled.
"If you want to," she said, "then you can whip me.
He leaned over and sat partially on her face. However, it was an awkward position with his hands on his knees and his back bent over. She reached up and gripped his bare behind, and started sucking it for him.
"Oh, baby, that feels real good!" he told her. "Keep sucking my asshole!"
Her hot tongue kept lashing away, and he enjoyed it so much.
"Oh, baby, that is really something else," he said. "I'll teach you how to really suck ass."
"Alright, but get into bed," she insisted. He straightened up and got on the bed and lowered his ass on her face.
"You grip my butt with both hands so you can part the cheeks," he explained.
"Like this?" she asked, as he lowered.
"That's it, baby, but don't be afraid of it. It won't bite you."
"I hope not," she said.
"Now, suck!"
The sucking began, and as her hot tongue r stiffened, he knew she knew how to do it.
At this point he was pulling on his meat. Excited, to feel her sensational tongue flashing inside of his asshole like that.
Bending over, he decided it might be good to go down on her butt, too.
"Honey, I'm going to sixty-nine your asshole," he smiled. As he bent over, parting her legs, he let his tongue slide along her vagina, dipping inside of her there, he stimulated her the best he knew how. Faster and faster, his tongue flashed inside of her.
"Oh, baby, does it ever feel good!" she told him, taking time out from her ass-sucking activities.
"Get your tongue back in my ass," he demanded.
Soon the two of them were doing their thing. As her body vibrated, he had to hold her down.
"Hey, baby, you're dripping," he told her, as he observed her vagina juicing. His tongue swiftly moved along her slit. At the same time she pulled at his meat from this position, and pulled it into her mouth.
Opening wider, she accommodated him, and she enjoyed the sight of his dangling testicles as she pumped on the prick. He thrust it down her throat, and let his tongue slide up her cunt. As his tongue licked around her inside, she became more and more excited. He slipped a finger up her asshole, and licked and kissed and sucked her vulva, and sent his tongue farther to find the source of her tasty juice. Now she was quivering, her thighs were closing in and moving out.
"Oh, baby, suck my pussy," she panted, as she let the giant size prick slip out of her mouth a moment.
Hastily, she pulled the meaty penis head back to her mouth and continued her sucking, as he got in line again so he could slide it down her throat and give her a good fucking.
"Oh, baby, suck that cock, suck that cock off!" he told her as his tongue slid out of her slit a second. Returning to her cunt, he kept her squirming as he lapped her. She loved his licking, and she twisted, pushing up. At the same time he fondled her buttocks, enjoying her there, too.
Now the only sounds in the room were the sounds of their sucking, sucking on each other's genitals. Their bodies were twitching, they were burning and ready to explode.
At last, she came, juicing into his mouth, gushing, and he ate it, enjoying it. At the same time he shot her his load. She sucked on the head "bf it, enjoying it every moment. She bit lightly at the cock, and he loved that, too. She enjoyed the taste of the juice and the steady stream that he was shooting her. At the same time they were sucking each other, their bodies vibrated with the motion. Finally, the sucking session was over, and they lifted their mouths off each other's sexual organs. She smiled at him, and said, "Baby, you're beautiful here!" He was proud of the fact that she liked his naked cock and would eat his ass.
Now they parted and she lay beside him like a woman who had given her man everything. His arm swept around her, and he fondled her breasts.
"Isn't this fun?" he asked her, "did I give you a good lesson?"
"Oh, yes, you did," she smiled, reaching down to play with his third leg. Massaging his balls, she smiled at him, and said to him in a whisper, "We must have sex together often."
"Sure, Joyce," Albert smiled. As they lay together, they didn't say anything, but they were both thrilled with what they had experienced. For now they knew each other intimately. The sex mysteries were gone for Joyce. She had had a man, completely, totally. And, at the same time, Albert was delighted, excited. He had had a woman, a girl his age, and known her most intimate areas. He was proud of his tongue, proud of his skill to thrust it in there, and get her excited.
They couldn't take their eyes off each other, they were so turned on with their naked bodies. She loved the sight of his joint, and asked him, "Would you mind if I laid between your legs?"
"Baby, I'd like you to go to sleep sucking on my prick like it was a nipple and you were a baby after your milk."
The idea of being a baby, and pulling that prick to her like a nipple, excited her. She went down there and pulled the rod to her mouth, and slowly she sucked on it as if it were a pacifier for a baby. He watched her, enjoying the sight of the slick prick as it slid in and out of her mouth. He was proud of the fact that he could still get hard. He lifted his legs and looked at his hairy thighs as he pressed them in on her cheek.
She was sucking smoothly now, enjoying it ever so much. The aroma of his body, the sight of his hairy loins, the length of his hard cock, all appealed to her. She sucked smoothly, rhythmically. It was not a fast suck, as he didn't want this. It was a slow, comforting, soothing suck. She was learning quickly that there were many ways to have sex with a man, and she was not ashamed to administer his needs for him. Even though she was only sixteen, she had heard so much about sex she wondered if it could be that fantastic. In advertisements she had noticed how often the woman's mouth was open drinking a bottle of pop, and the sexy advertisements on television told her there was something wonderful, something wild, about intercourse. However, she never realized how many different things that could be done. Now, having had anal intercourse, oral intercourse, and having him stab it up her cunt, she knew variety was indeed the spice of life. She sucked on it smoothly, reaching down to feel his balls, gently manipulating the balls, added the pleasure.
"Oh, yes, baby, that's it, suck that prick! Suck it, baby! That's it, oh, yes, suck that cock!"
Suddenly they heard a knock on the door. Instantly she pulled away from his rod, and ran to the bathroom.
"Who is it?"
"The manager," a hard voice replied.
"What do you want?"
"How old are you, kid?" he demanded.
"Old enough," he called back.
"Look, kid," he said, "that car isn't registered to you. I found that out, and you've got a dame in there, too."
"Go away and leave me alone," he begged.
"No," he said, "I won't go."
Now he knew he had a problem, and he didn't know how to solve it. He decided that perhaps the best thing to do would be to answer the door. Sliding into some clothes, he opened the door. The manager scrutinized him for a moment.
"Where you got the dame?"
Poor Joyce wrapped a towel around her body. Her clothes were scattered around the room, and it was obvious he did have a woman in there.
"You can't come in here like this."
"Oh yes, I can," the manager bullied him. Going into the bathroom, he spotted the girl.
"Well, look who we've got in here."
"Please, please don't make a fuss about it," the girl begged him.
"Why shouldn't I?" the husky manager smiled.
"Well, I'll do anything, if you'll just let me off."
"Anything?" the manager smiled.
"Anything," she said.
"Alright, give me some sex."
She came out into the bedroom, and now Albert was angry.
"I see, you want to cut in on my girl."
"I want to get my rocks off, too," he said. "If I don't turn you in, I ought to get something out of this."
"Alright, I guess you're going to have to, Joyce."
The motel manager laughed as he pulled the towel off her.
"A nice set of titties you've got there, honey."
"Leave them alone," Albert said, unable to see the manager go after his girl that way.
"I don't have to listen to you," he said.
Now he recognized that he was on the spot, and had to let him do what he wanted to do. It didn't take long for the motel manager to slide out of his clothes, and stand there naked with his huge prick before him.
"Get on the bed," he told the young girl. The girl lay on the bed, and the motel manager straddled her body. He pushed his cock up to her lips and said, "Open wide, honey!"
She opened her mouth and he shoved his cock into it. As she sucked on him, he turned to tell Albert, "Why don't you suck her pussy while she sucks my prick?" This was his opportunity to stimulate her, to soothe her, while he did something for her.
Going down between her legs, he licked along her slit. He didn't immediately stab his tongue inside. Instead, he titillated her until she was ready for it. Then he drove that tongue inside of her and licked. She loved this action.
"Oh, baby," the motel manager panted, as he thrust his rod into her. "Yes, baby, yes, lick, lick, that's what I like!"
The trio was going to town, and the motel manager's big behind was going back and forth at a record speed as he thrust his dick down the young girl's throat. He had made a real sex find now, and he was determined to get all the action, all the excitement he wanted. They were enjoying it finally, as the tongue of her young lover, Albert, did it's thing for her in her box. Faster and faster, Albert's tongue lashed away at her clitoris, bringing her almost there.
"Oh, suck that cunt out, kid, suck it, she loves it!" The motel manager said crudely. All at once, young Albert heard the sound of him cumming. She was sucking, and making loud, sucking noises, as the juice shot from his shaft into her mouth.
"Suck that prick! Suck it all out, honey," the motel manager panted. At the same time, she was juicing, and the smacking, licking sound of Albert at her vagina echoed in the room. The three of them had found their fulfillment. Now the motel manager was sliding his tool out of her mouth.
"Thanks, honey, that was a good blow job."
Joyce didn't say another word, for fear he might think of another act. She was only too anxious to end it. As he put on his shorts and slid into his pants and zipped up and walked away, she felt finally relieved.
"Well, baby," he nodded, "I hope you have a nice happy life."
"Shove it," Albert finally said, as he walked out the door.
Joyce and Albert were left alone. They lay down on the bed together, this time lying face to face with each other's sex organs. Putting his leg out, she rested her head on his thigh, and she put her leg out so he could rest his thigh there, too. As they looked at each other examining each other's organs closely one more time, they both felt of each other's buttocks. The gentle buttock massage, combined with light licking touches from their tongues, spelled tenderness. Joyce sighed, "Baby, this is so much fun, except that bastard who made me blow him."
"Don't you worry about him," he said. "I bet he didn't even taste good."
"It was thick and bitter, but he shot twice."
"He shot twice?" Albert asked in surprise.
"Yes, it was a double shot," she said, "you haven't shot me twice yet."
"Well, baby, you sure can try now," he said. And so, she took his cock in her mouth, and he watched as she sucked.
"I'm going to try real hard to give you a double load," he said, as some of the juice oozed into her mouth from the top of his prick. With violent hard thrusts, he was ready to burst his nuts again. Her fingers played around his balls, and she sucked smoothly. Her eyes closed, her cheeks pulled in, as she went to town.
"Yes, baby, that's it! Suck that prick! Oh, baby, I'm going to give you a double shot this time."
She grabbed his ass and held on tight as her mouth moved up and down, determined to give his tool something that he would never forget. She felt it prodding at the back of her throat, and she loved the feel of it. It stiffened like steel as he stabbed it down her throat. He knew he couldn't take it much longer, and suddenly he was pumping his prick so fast that it made him dizzy. Then she could taste his load oozing into her mouth in thick, juicy gobs. Not quick and violent, like the motel manager's, but slow and steady. It was thick, and he shot twice. At last, he had given her the double shot she wanted. She pulled off his prick, wiping her mouth, and said something, "Hey, baby, you shot the biggest load I've ever had."
"But you told me you'd never blown a guy before?"
"Well, I've blown two now, you and the motel manager."
"Alright," he said, "I just didn't want to think you were a mouth tramp or something."
"You don't have to worry about me, baby," she smiled, "I give a good cock-suck. So what if I might have done it before, does that make me a leper or something?"
"No, baby," he smiled, "just a liar. You told me you wanted sex lessons. I'll bet anything you've had lessons before."
"Well, I may have exaggerated a little," she smiled. "I have had a little fun, in my day."
"Yeah, you're sixteen. When did you start?"
"To be perfectly honest," she said, "my brother, Dale, got me started."
"That's real nice," he smiled, "I respect your brother."
"Now, don't complain about him," she said, "poor Dale used to have to beat his meat in the bathroom all alone. I felt sorry for him one night and offered a mouth job."
"You offered to blow your brother's prick?"
"What's so bad about that?"
"Well, you sure are different than I had you figured."
"Now, I suppose I'm a dirty slut because I sucked my brother's prick off," she said testily.
"No, baby, you're not a dirty slut," he said, "it's just that I never thought you did that much sucking around."
After a few more moments of bantering back and forth, the both of them got dressed and left the motel.
"Well, I'll take you home," he said, "maybe you can suck your brother's prick off tonight before he gets to sleep."
"That's enough of that crap," she said, "I never should have told you."
"No, you shouldn't have," he said, "I just can't respect anybody who has sex with somebody in their own family."
"Oh, you mother fucker," she snapped, "it's being done all the time."
The word "mother-fucker" hit home. Finally, he was jolted back to the reality of his own conduct. He felt pretty low for knocking her when he was doing something even worse.
"I'm sorry I knocked you," he said, "it wasn't nice."
"Well, I will say, you do have some decency."
"A lot," he smiled, patting her thigh as she got out at her house.
CHAPTER FIVE
When Leslie McGrath spoke with her son, Albert, about his motel visit, she said, "Well, I just don't know what to say."
"Aren't you going to congratulate me, mom?" he smiled.
"Should I?" she demanded. "I don't know how good a time you gave that girl. You know, you're not a real fucker. You just think you are."
"What do you mean, mom?" he demanded.
"Well," she said, "you were just beginning to learn. How could you possibly give Joyce sex lessons when you know so little?"
"I know enough not to be a mother fucker," he shrieked.
"Is that any way to talk to your mother?" she demanded.
"Look, mom, you aren't a regular mother. You're an over-sexed so-and-so and you know it."
"Well, son," she smiled, "I see by the way you're squirming, that you aren't satisfied yet."
"Look, mom," he said, "I am, too, satisfied. Don't you tell me I'm not."
Now that he was realizing the tricks that she could play, to get him between the sheets, he tried to avoid talking to her. Nevertheless, she decided she was going to get into the act, too.
"Actually, son," she smiled nervously, "if you'd only be a little more broadminded, I could teach you and your lovely girlfriend Joyce many things about sex."
"Oh, could you?" he smirked.
"Yes," she said, "as a matter-of-fact, I was thinking of inviting her over next Saturday night. You could ball with her, and I could ball with you, too, and maybe she could learn from the way you did it to me how it should be done."
"Well, you're generous, mom," he smiled, "I'll think it over."
Reaching down, she felt for his tool. He became hard immediately, and this bothered him. Why should he become hard so quickly for his mother? Was he really turned on with his mother, much more than he should be? Now, she had made a suggestion, and he wondered if he should follow it.
"Honey, I've been horny all day," she smiled, "and tonight, I'm so hot I could fuck a dog."
"You want me to buy a dog for you, mom?"
"No, darling, you'll do."
The two of them looked at each other. She went over and affectionately put her arms around him.
"You are affectionate, mother," he smiled, "too affectionate for our own good."
Now she was pressing her vagina against his hard rod. As she felt him lengthen, she became more and more intrigued and excited at the thought of having sex with him.
"Baby, let's make it."
"Alright," he smiled, "let's have a good screw."
Together they turned around and went into the bedroom. Slowly she took her clothes off, and as he watched her sliding out of her panties and taking off her stockings, he felt himself getting harder and harder. He took off his clothes and asked her, "Slide off my shorts, mom."
She walked over to him, her naked breasts bouncing, and pulled on his boxer shorts. As they came off, she cupped her hands around his buttocks, and squeezed.
"Feels good," her son smiled.
The huge cock pointed at her pussy. She was eager to feel it sliding into her.
"Well," she smiled, "I'll lie on my back and throw my legs around you and massage your ass with my feet."
"That sounds like fun, mom," he smiled. "How many moms will rub ass with their feet?"
"I will," she said, "and don't knock it. Wait till you feel my feet in action."
This struck him as funny and he laughed. Now she was lying down, her sensational breasts swelling and pulling him over to them.
"Oh, mom, what knockers!"
He went down on her and licked around her pussy, preparing her for the invasion of his prick.
"Straddle fuck," she said, "that's the boy, ram it up there!"
And ram it up there he did, with hard driving thrusts, he rode his cock into her cunt, and sure enough, she threw her legs around his back and massaged his buttocks with her feet. He liked the sensation of his buttocks being massaged like this. It drove him out of his gourd, and he thrust into her quicker and quicker.
Faster and faster, the huge throbbing cock stabbed into her. She enjoyed it immensely. As the gripping vagina massaged the penis, he knew his mom had the power to give him the best fuck he had ever known, maybe ever would know.
"Oh, son, fuck it! Yes, baby, fuck!"
Their bodies were sweaty and slapping together, and the excitement that she experienced at this moment was driving her out of her mind.
"Oh, baby, that's it! That's it, baby, ball me!"
Faster and faster, the hot cock shot into her, and her son proudly rammed it to her. "Ohhh, ahhh, yes, yes, grab that dick!" The hot cock exploded in her cunt, and she gripped it vigorously, juicing herself at the same time.
"Oh, baby, that's beautiful," she smiled, "that's what momma likes."
She massaged his buttocks with her hands now, enjoying the firm round ass-cheeks. She slid a finger up his asshole, to give him an added thrill.
"Baby, if you want to ball with that girl, bring her here. I'll show her a few things that will make it more exciting."
He hesitated for a moment, not knowing what to do.
"Mom, do you really think I should do that?" he demanded.
"I certainly do," she assured him. "It wouldn't be wrong, it would be a great thing for all of us."
The next day he called up Joyce and told her, "You know, I have a real wild experience for you."
"What kind of experience?" Joyce demanded.
"Wait and see," he said, "I'm going to give you some real sex lessons with another female."
"Who?"
"I'm not going to tell you," he said, "but, I can assure you it'll be a big surprise."
"Alright," she said, "I'll join you."
The idea excited her imagination, and Joyce was so used to different kinds of sex that it didn't bother her.
He picked her up at her home the following Saturday night and drove her over to his house. Then he took her into his house and she kept asking, "Well, won't your mother be up-tight?"
"Don't worry about mom," he assured her, "I've got her under good control."
He didn't have to worry at all, for his mother was preparing some drinks for them.
"Mom," he said, "meet Joyce."
"Why, Joyce, how lovely you look," his mother smiled sexily, eyeing the young girl.
"I'm very glad to meet you," she said, nervous and embarrassed.
"Joyce, darling," she said, "don't you feel strange about being here and having sex with my son in front of me?"
"Well, I'm glad you don't object," Joyce smiled.
"Why should I object?" she smiled.
"Well, I'm afraid a lot of mothers wouldn't be half so understanding," she said, putting it that way.
"Joyce," she said, "there's nothing wrong with fucking. It's killing that's all wrong. If people would learn to fuck more, and enjoy it more, maybe these wars would all be over. At least, we should give it a try, don't you think?"
"I never thought of it like that," she said.
"Well, you should. Now, I'd like to take my son to bed, and let you watch a demonstration of sucking and fucking for awhile. I'm hot as a pistol now, and he's horny, too."
"What?" Joyce demanded. "You mean you want to fuck your own son in front of me?"
"Wouldn't that be a lovely sight?" she said with a sigh.
"Well, Joyce, don't act so startled," Albert told her, "you told me you fucked your own brother."
"Is that so, darling?" his mother asked, arching her eyebrow curiously.
"Well, I might as well admit it," she said, "as long as you people are doing all of these things, I guess it wouldn't hurt to admit that."
"Alright," she said, "I'll let you do it with your son, but I want to have him, too."
"You shall have him, baby," she smiled, "never worry about that."
Finally, she was consoled that she would get her own chance to have sex with him. However, she joined them, taking off her clothes, along with Albert and his mother. Soon, the three of them were naked as jaybirds, and sitting on the edge of the bed. Through it all, Joyce sighed and groaned, and said, "Remember, I'm quite a fucker, too. And I'm not afraid to suck, either. Not afraid to suck anything!"
"Is that so, darling?" his mother smiled, "well, then, baby, how about sucking on my tits while I suck my son's cock, as it should be sucked?"
"Oh, that sounds like fun," Joyce said, "I've never gotten near a woman before. And why not? Your tits are lovely. I'm sure I would enjoy sucking on them."
It didn't take long now, for Joyce to latch onto Albert's mother's tits. She moved over, and squeezed them with her hands, and Leslie had to tell her, "Take it easy, that's very soft, sensitive flesh, dear."
"Alright," she smiled, "I'll try to take it easy."
Now she was preparing to suck smoothly and slowly, as her brother liked to suck her tits ever since she was a little girl.
Immediately, Albert's mother's mouth began licking his body. A glistening film of perspiration was covering Albert's body. Apparently it was making him nervous to watch his girlfriend work over his mother's tits. He knew that tits could be a lot of fun, but he never thought of having his girlfriend do his mom's tits.
"See how she squirms when she fondles those big tits? They're lovely to play with and to suck on," Leslie smiled at her young female lover.
Licking her lips, she opened her mouth wide as she bent over her son's huge prick. Grasping it and delighting at the sight of it, she began sucking on the head of it.
"Oh, mom, suck that cock," he demanded. As he watched his girlfriend sucking her smooth firm breasts, with both hands he tensed and thrust his cock down his mother's throat, enjoying it all the more. Her crotch moistened, as his huge cock slid down her throat smoothly.
The pink slit he saw down there below excited him, and he thought how nice it would be for Joyce to go down on his mom's cunt and eat it.
"Hey, Joyce," he smiled, "why don't you go down there when you finish sucking on those big nifty nipples, and eat momma's sweet pussy?"
Joyce, busily sucking on the tits, glanced down at the hot crotch. She decided it might be an excellent idea for a pleasurable sensation, and slowly she let her tongue sweep down to the moist slit. Licking along the slit, she became more and more stimulated. Stabbing the tongue into the gash, she flicked it back and forth across the clitoris.
"Oh, ah, yes, yes, that's beautiful!"
As the hot tongue swept across the clitoris, the excitement built.
"Oh, baby, I love that," he gasped, "isn't that beautiful to watch that cunt being eaten?"
To young Albert's surprise, seeing his girlfriend go down on his mother's pussy became an erotic trip. His own cock stiffened, and he stabbed it down his mother's throat, with newfound thrills. He always liked a cock-suck, and particularly enjoyed the throat-fucking action. It was that final thrust down the throat when his balls fell on her lips that drove him out of his gourd.
"Oh, mom, suck my joint!"
His mother's hands held firm on her son's behind, as she slipped the cock in and out of her mouth. She jiggled the balls with one hand, grasping his buttocks tightly with the other, as her mouth traveled the length of his rod.
Meantime, Joyce was enjoying herself, licking at his mother's gash. She had had action there herself, therefore, she knew the type of movements with her tongue to make that would be the most stimulating, the most exciting.
"Oh, baby, eat my pussy! Eat it, yes, that's what I want, yes! Suck that pussy, suck it, yes, ohhh, Joyce, baby, suck!"
Joyce was surprised but delighted, that his voice could trigger such erotic responses within her. She felt her body shaking, and the hot passion building.
"Oh, baby, fuck it!"
In and out the hot cock shot. It was an exciting moment, and very pleasureable.
"Oh, baby, that's what I like!"
Finally, winding up for the last round-up, he thrust his cock in his mother's throat, and she loved it as she felt the hot jet of sperm flashing down her throat.
"Oh, ahh, yes, yes, yes!"
The hot jet stream of sperm was the treat she had waited for. It brought such a tremendous reaction to her, that it triggered her own juices. Now, it was important to keep Joyce over her pussy until she had been sucked out dry.
"Suck that pussy! Suck that pussy, baby, yes, baby, suck my pussy!"
Joyce sucked at the slit, and when the juices dribbled out of her cunt, and finally gushed, she was willing to lick it for her.
"Ohhh, ahhh," Leslie smiled, as she watched her son's girl friend lick her pussy clean.
The fucking trio stopped when Joyce's tongue pulled out of Leslie's hot vagina. Looking at her, his mother smiled, "Dear, you're a very quick student. It doesn't take you long to know what to do, does it?"
"I love sex," Joyce replied, "and you, darling, are a very good teacher. So is your son."
"Well," she smiled, "I only love to do things that appeal to him. Now, dear, how would it be if he licked your cunt nice and slowly?"
"Oh, I would love that."
"I want you to sit on his face, and lower your cunt so he can lap it up. You'll enjoy the nice wet massage of his tongue."
"I'll give him a good load of cunt juice, and make it nice for him," Joyce sighed, as she straddled her young lover. Lowering her pussy to his waiting mouth, his tongue swept out to meet it. As the tongue licked slowly over her already wet slit, she gave a low groan of passion and her naked body trembled. She saw the gorgeous asshole coming closer, and she reached up to grip it with her hands. Then Albert heard the wet sucking sound of her tongue, which made him tremble and perspire. She went on sucking with delicious greed, as his mother watched. The girl parted her legs, inviting his mother to feel her vulva.
"I want to suck your cunt," his mother whispered, as she pressed her hand down on the soft warm organ. Her sigh of passion became louder, and she slipped a finger into Joyce's slit, working it there.
"I want to suck your cunt, Joyce," she whispered, and then she began licking.
Joyce's voice broke, as she heard Albert's mom gasping, and straining to let her tongue slide in. Soon, her breasts were moving, for Albert was licking them and pressing at them.
"Oh, do that, do it to me!"
To her great surprise, sex with another woman wasn't so bad. As a matter-of-fact, she enjoyed it.
"Oh, Leslie, you're marvelous," she gasped, as the pleasure overcame her.
Leslie, not to be outdone, went and got her dildo. As she slipped it on, she returned with the large rubber container that held the juice for it to spurt.
"Oh, you're going to fuck me with that!"
"Yes, darling," she replied, "one of the best penis likenesses ever made. Andy you'll just love it when it shoots."
"What do you mean? Shoot?"
"Well, darling, I'll explain," she said, "you see, baby, right here I press this little button, and this bag which contains something like semen shoots the stuff right out of the head of this cock."
"Why, that's fantastic. I want you to do it," she agreed.
"And mom, I want you to do it up my asshole," her son suggested.
Patting his soft young behind, she assured him, "Why of course, darling, I'll be glad to give you an ass-fuck with my dildo."
Meantime, however, she had agreed to give his girlfriend a good fucking.
Straddling her, she drove the huge penis up there, and the girl gripped it, massaging vigorously.
Joyce loved the sight of the pendulous breasts swaying before her. She opened her mouth, and when his mother brought the breasts close enough to her face, she licked just the edge of them with the end of her tongue.
"Oh, Joyce," Leslie smiled, "it feels so good to me."
"It does to me, too," Joyce admitted, "you're quite a woman!"
Leslie now was glad her son had found a young female lover. Only it was now time for him to get some kicks, too.
"Mom," he smiled, "will you mind if I fuck your asshole while you screw her cunt?"
"Not if you give it a good lube job," she explained, "I certainly don't want that naked cock rammed up there without some help."
"Don't you worry about a thing, mom, I'll grease my prick real good."
He did, too, and utilizing the jar of vaseline, dipped deep and used it all over his prick. Going over to her where she was giving his girlfriend a good fucking, he decided he would slowly slide his dick up his mom's asshole, and give her a wild fuck.
"Oh, son," his mother panted in delight, as she felt his hands on her behind. Now he was prying her ass cheeks apart, preparing for the invasion.
"Go ahead, ram it in there. Sock it to me, honey," she insisted.
This encouragement prompted him to give it a hard, solid thrust. He shot it up there, slick and smooth, and began giving her a fuck she could never forget.
"Oh, baby, fuck me!" she demanded, as she went on screwing Joyce with the dildo.
Joyce was amazed at how fabulous a fuck this was. Watching in the mirror, she marveled at the sight of him stabbing his mother's asshole, while his mother did her with the dildo.
His mother brushed her pendulous breasts over Joyce's young breasts, and smiled down on her like a pro. "Does that feel good when I brush our titties together?" she asked her quite bluntly.
"You know it," Joyce said, "and give my sweetheart a wild fuck, too. He deserves it!"
He was glad for what she had said, because this gave him an opportunity to get what he wanted.
"Fuck it, mom, fuck it!"
She threw her ass back to him, as she tried to systemize their movements. With a few thrusts forward, a few thrusts backward, and with this thrill, she nearly juiced herself.
"Fuck it, mom, fuck it! Twist your tail, oh, yes, mom, fuck my prick!"
His mother, Leslie, knew plenty about fucking and sucking. She had pleased many a man in her time. And if there was one thing that she had learned, in all of her years of experience, it was this. To get a good fuck, you've got to let the man you enjoy balling with him. This affects his psyche, and when he is turned on and treated well, a woman can have almost anything she pleases.
"Fuck, mom, fuck!"
The hot cock exploded in her, and he continued ramming until his dick quit shooting.
"Oh, ahh, that's it, mom, oh yes, milk me!"
"Oh, isn't it wonderful the way he bucks you?" Joyce gasped, as her horny cunt gripped the dildo in her.
Now Leslie determined that it was time to press the button and shoot the juice from the rubber bladder into her pussy.
"There it goes, darling," Leslie panted, as the juice spurted out of the cock on cue.
"Right on!" the girl replied, excitedly reaching for her buttocks, and pulling her body tighter to her female lover.
As her son watched, he rammed it into her asshole tighter.
"Hey, mom," he panted, "you're a real fine fucker!"
Joyce was learning the pleasures of having sex with another woman, and enjoying her young lover at the same time.
"I've got to tell you something real funny," she told Albert's mother. "I've been fucking my brother since I was eleven."
"That's real funny," his mother replied, "just think how well trained you are, my dear. If you lived in Nevada, you'd have a profession when you were old enough."
"You mean it's legal to be a girl who gives pleasure in Nevada?" Joyce asked, quite interested.
"Oh sure," she said, "Nevada services Los Angeles. It's illegal there. Isn't it a shame they've got to drive across the desert to get their rocks off?"
"How ridiculous," Joyce replied, "I'm sure if they looked around a little they could find some in Los Angeles. What do you think all those massage parlors are for?"
"I suppose," Albert's mother smiled, "that they raid those places every now and then. Girls don't exactly appreciate being hauled down to jail in the middle of the night. It's so cold they could catch their death of cold, rushing out of one of those hot bathhouses."
"Well, they wouldn't have to worry about that in Nevada," Joyce replied. "Yes, if I was going to do it for a living, I would certainly consider Nevada first."
"Good girl," she replied, and then she turned to her son and smiled, "Good fuck, son, now pull that prick out of your momma's asshole."
"Yes, mom," her obedient son replied.
Albert pulled his meat out of her behind, and flipped over and lay in the bed. Then his mother pulled her dildo out of his girlfriend's hot hole.
"Oh, Albert, you didn't tell me what a nice mother you had. You'll have to meet my brother sometime."
"I'm not interested in him," Albert said nervously, "what kind of guy do you think I am?"
"Oh, don't be absurd," she said, "I meant just meet him to talk. You don't have to screw everyone you meet!"
"No, you've got a point there, you don't, not if you're satisfied."
"Well, even if you are horny as hell, you don't dare just fuck."
"You're right, Joyce," he replied, "did you enjoy mom's balling you?"
"You know it," Joyce said, with a slight trace of guilt, "doesn't it bug you just a little bit balling with your own mother?"
Now the truth was coming out. She felt uneasy, and he picked this up and it disgusted him. She had a nerve to try to say anything about him having a fuck with mom.
"No," he smiled, "mom's a very good grind. She taught me all I know about sex. If you stay around mom and me, you'll learn plenty about fucking."
"Good," Joyce replied, "I would like to teach my brother Dale some new things. He isn't very inventive, I'm afraid."
"Leave your brother alone," he replied, "let him go out and find some other chick."
"Oh, no," she insisted, "I'll always love to make it with my brother, and a few other people."
"I hope you'll never forget me," his mother smiled at his girlfriend.
"Oh, no, it was wonderful the way you do it."
Now Albert was wondering if he had done the right thing. Apparently his mother and his girlfriend were taking to each other very well.
CHAPTER SIX
"I think I ought to invite my brother Dale over here," Joyce said, "he wouldn't dare fink on any of us."
"How old is your brother Dale?" his mother asked, curiously.
"Seventeen," she replied, "and you should see the size of his prick!"
"I'll bet it's not bigger than mine is," Albert said, nervously, hoping it wasn't.
"It's a nine-incher," she said, "how long is yours?"
"Eight and a half," he said. "Of course, where did he measure from?"
"He measured from the inner side of the cock," she said, "and I think you might have measured incorrectly, because it doesn't even look like eight and a half to me."
"Oh, it sure is," he insisted, "and you know when you get that slammed up your pussy how big it feels."
"Well, I will admit it nearly choked me when I tried to suck on it."
"Is that right, darling," his mother replied, "well, baby, there's a lot to cock-sucking. It really takes talent. Those girls who work in
Nevada have lessons in cock-sucking."
"No," Joyce said, in shock and disbelief, "they do?"
"Sure," his mother replied, "I've read all about it. There's even a book on how to suck prick. And it was written by a madam who ran a small clean house in Nevada."
"What all did she say?"
"Well, I can't remember it all by heart, but she said something about not sucking too fast."
"I wonder why she said that?" Joyce asked, puzzled.
"A very good reason," she replied, "you see the men were paying for one hour, or until they came. The girls were so anxious to make money they sucked too fast, and in the process of sucking too fast, the men didn't get but a minute or two of pleasure."
"Oh, I see," Joyce replied, "materialism is applied to cock-sucking. That really is disgusting. If you can't trust a cock-sucker, who can you trust?"
"Well, love," his mother replied, "it isn't a matter of trusting a cock-sucker, it's a commercial cock-sucker you can't trust. You see, dear, they're more interested in the money than the cock-suck. That's what makes it so bad."
"Well, there's a lot to be said for married women who go down on their men, too," Albert reminded his mom, "I heard my boss over at my job say one day, 'Hey, when a woman goes to bed, she's grinding out her fur coat. When a man goes to bed, he's getting his rocks off.' "
"Well, there's a lot of truth to that," his mother replied, "yet, I think when someone sucks with love, that's the difference!"
"Well, I guess I'm not very good at what I do," Joyce said, "you know, I'm not really in love with Albert. I'm just curious."
"Is that right?" Albert asked her, "Well, I wasn't in love with you Joyce. I just wanted a good piece of ass, so get that straight."
"Should I call my brother Dale?" she asked eagerly.
"Well, why not?" his mother replied, "but for goodness sakes, don't tell him that Albert's mother is fucking, too. He might get the right idea."
"Alright, I'll call him, it's a toll."
"Don't you worry, I'll pay toll for nine inches," his mother replied.
"Alright," Joyce giggled, as she went to the phone and dialed her home.
"Hello," a voice replied.
"Daddy," Joyce said, "is Dale there?"
"I don't know, honey. He went out a little while ago. Oh, your mom says he came back in and he's up in his room."
"Daddy, would you go get him down at the phone? We're having a little party, and we'd like to have him come over and join us."
"Oh, that would be nice, I hate to see him alone on Saturday night," his father said thoughtfully.
A moment or two later Dale came to the phone.
"Hello," Dale began, "who is this?"
"It's me, Joyce," she began in a whisper, "I wanted to invite you to a little party."
"What kind of a party?" he demanded.
"The kind of thing you and I like to do, you know what I mean. How about it?"
"Where?"
"Well, I'm over at Albert's place, you know who I mean, Albert McGrath. You remember his brother, the one who ran away?"
"I sure do," Dale replied, "he borrowed ten bucks from me. I can't forget him."
"Well," she said, "why don't you come over here, and we'll have us a real fine time."
"Alright, sis, thanks for thinking of me," Dale said.
When Dale put up the phone, his father asked him, "Wasn't that thoughtful of your sister to invite you to a little party?"
"Yes, Joyce is so thoughtful of you. It's wonderful to see how she cares for you, dear. Families these days are torn apart so much, it's nice to know that there are still brothers and sisters who love each other."
He knew what his mother and father would think if they knew that he loved his sister too much.
"Yes, she's a real nice girl," he nodded, smiling to himself.
It didn't take Dale long to get over to Albert's house. He knew where he lived, and he never forgot his older brother Frank, who vanished. As he stepped up to the door, he was a bit curious as to who would be there.
"Well, it didn't take you too long," Albert said, as he answered the door.
"No, it didn't," he smiled, "where's my sister?"
"She's in the bedroom," Albert laughed, "and I guess you've been in the bedroom with her before!"
Suddenly, Dale reeled on him.
"What do you mean?" he shrieked, clutching Albert by his neck, and gasping, "Don't ever talk that way about my sister and me!"
"Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't mean anything."
Hearing the commotion, Joyce ran naked down the steps and ran over to her brother.
"Oh, Dale, don't be angry with him. We're having a party," she said.
"That's obvious," he said, "and I know exactly what kind of a party. An orgy. Who're you fucking with?"
"With me!" his mother called out, as she stood at the top of the stairs, stark naked.
"Oh, Mrs. McGrath," the seventeen-year old boy gasped in alarm.
"Yes, Dale," she smiled, "why don't you join our little party? From what your sweet sister Joyce tells us, you've got a lot to offer, about ten inches?"
"You've been talking, sis," he said, "and I don't need any lip."
"You like it when I drag my lower lip over your prick," she giggled.
"You've been drinking," he said angrily, "where's the booze?"
"In the kitchen," naked Mrs. McGrath called out, "go ahead and help yourself."
"Don't mind if I do," Dale said, "it'll help me to adjust to this fucking orgy!"
He walked into the kitchen, and Albert went with him. Albert had put on his shirt and his pants, and his feet were cold now, as he walked on the cold kitchen floor.
"I see you've been fucking around with my sister," Dale said tightly.
"You're not married to her," Albert reminded him, "She's free to fuck anybody she wants to."
"Yeah, I understand, and it looks like you mother's a les."
"No, she isn't," he said, "I'm fucking her, too!"
"What? A mother-fucker?"
"No, she's an affectionate mother," he said, "You can't blame her if she wants to lick my prick, and suck my ass out now and then?"
"She does all that to you?"
"Why, sure, doesn't your sister do it for you?"
"Damn that blabbermouth," Dale asserted, "never should have fucked her in the first place."
"Yeah," Albert laughed, "I know just what you mean. When you're hot and agitated, you want it like it's the best and last thing in the world. But when your balls go off, you couldn't give a damn."
"That's true," he said nervously now.
"Hey, baby," he laughed, "how about a good juicy screw?"
Into the room walked his mother and when he looked at Albert's mother, he got hotter and hotter. Going over to her, he fingered her snatch and nibbled at her tits with his tongue.
"You're a pretty hot cunt, aren't you?" he said, "You know before your son disappeared, he dropped by to tell me he was in trouble with some dame who wouldn't let him off." -
"Yes," she said, "he told me too. I have no idea who it was."
"It wouldn't have been you," Dale smiled knowingly, "would it?"
"Forget him," she said, "let's go upstairs and take off our clothes. Your sister had done a good job of advertising for your cock. She said it was a ten-incher. I like long hard cock."
"That's good," he smiled, "I'll give you a look at it now. You don't have to wait until you're in the bedroom."
Reaching down, he unzipped his zipper, and pulled out his huge rod.
"Here is my cock," he smiled, "what a lovely mouth you have, I'll bet you could suck it real good."
Excited, she dropped to her knees and pulled the monster prick to her mOuth and tickled the tip of it with her tongue.
"Oh, yes, you like prick, I can see that!"
"Let it all hang out," she breathed eagerly. He fished inside for his nuts, and let them spill out. It didn't take long for the huge tool to go sliding down her throat as he thrust his shaft to her.
"Suck that cock, suck it! Yes, baby, yes, suck that prick!"
Now, the hot-blooded young stud was going to town. He was eager to get all the action he could.
"Suck it! Suck that prick!" he panted.
"She can take those ten inches real good, can't she?" his sister smiled.
"You've taken it enough times in your big mouth," her brother reminded her. She felt rather shy and embarrassed, but she didn't say another word.
He continued pumping his meat to her, as his balls jiggled outside of his pants, as he shoved his cock down her throat. She loved the feel of the huge slippery tool sliding down her throat.
"Oh, baby, eat it! Eat it! Yes, yes, that's it!"
Faster and faster, the huge tool slid down the throat. Now he was ready to juice.
"Oh, ah, suck my meat!" She sucked, and the juicy head shot. As the cock exploded, she pulled farther off the cock so she could taste it. She loved the taste of juicy cum of milky, creamy cock.
Sliding her mouth slowly off his tool, she looked up at his intense eyes.
"That is a big prick," she said, "I guess it is ten inches, just like your sweet sister said it was."
"Now," he smiled, "I'd like to go upstairs and put in a fucking demonstration for you with my sister."
"Alright," she said, "let's go upstairs."
The four of them went upstairs, and when they were in the bedroom, he took of his pants and stood there bare-butt naked.
"Say, baby, you've still got that hard-on."
"Sure, I have, and you know what?" he smiled. "I'd love to shove it up your asshole."
"I don't know about that," Leslie McGrath sighed. "A thing like that could be dangerous."
"I know it could," he said, "but the way I'll do it, it won't hurt."
"How do you do it?"
"I spit in my hand and rub a lot of spit around the head of the prick, and then I stab it up there."
"Well, you'll probably tear me and half kill me with that thing," she complained.
"No, he won't," Joyce assured her. "He fucks me up the asshole real regular."
"Alright," she replied, "I'll do it."
"I'll tell you where I'd like to fuck you," he said, "I'd like to have you bend over the dresser, and let me stab you from that angle. You get a better thrust."
"Whoever heard of fucking on a dresser?" she complained.
Grasping his huge tool, he smiled at her and said, "You want it, don't you?"
She looked at the mammoth tool, and remembered what a fantastic suck he gave her. Then, she was ready to do it for him. Going over to the bed, she pulled off a sheet and picked up a pillow. She threw the sheet over the side of the dresser, and put the pillow down so she could rest her breasts on the pillow as she bent over to receive his cock.
Now she was bent over, her pillow a good resting place for her breasts, and he stabbed her from behind.
"Oh, take it easy!" she complained. "That's a dangerous thing you've got between your legs, remember that!"
"I'll try to," he smiled.
"Baby, why don't you fuck me from that angle?"
Joyce was quickly going over to the bed and picking up a sheet and throwing it over the other end of the dresser. Using a pillow for her breasts, she bent over, too. Turning to young Albert, she said, "Come over here, let me stroke you, and get you excited so you can stab my asshole, too."
"Alright, if you want me to," Albert agreed.
He went over to her, and as she bent over with her ass upturned so he could slide it up there, he thrust forward. The hard hot cock slid up the asshole, and she gripped it. He loved the feel of the cock sliding in the ass, but what surprised him was the electric thrills he felt from the bio-chemical reaction of watching his buddy fuck his mother.
His mother was forced to twist, churn, and wiggle her ass to his cock stabs. With hot lusty impact, he continued rutting her asshole.
"Oh, Joyce, that's the baby, yes, twist it!" Albert told her.
Albert really didn't have to tell Joyce a thing about ass-fucking, for her brother Dale had her ass well-trained. She kept the backfield in motion, churning around the thrusting tool. She gripped it with her ass muscles, and vigorously twisted and writhed in sexual ecstasy.
Dale got a big charge out of watching his sister getting fucked by Albert. It was exciting to see the mother watching, as her son fucked away. The sexual freedom that they all enjoyed was a total lack of inhibition. Each person wanted to derive the ultimate orgasm, the most thrills they could possibly achieve, and they would go to any and all lengths to get this.
"Fuck it! Fuck it!" he panted, "Oh, yes, fuck! Fuck! That's it, twist your tail, grab it," Dale demanded, as the ten-incher stabbed away.
"Oh, baby, it's beautiful," she gasped, "Yes, yes, fuck it, fuck it, ohh, ahh, yes, yes, ahhh!" The hot action didn't subside until she flipped out. It was the most beautiful sex she had ever had, and she loved it when the juices shot up her asshole.
"Oh, baby, fuck it! Fuck it!" she panted. She found herself juicing, too. And this pleased Dale. It proved to him once more that he was quite a fabulous fucker in his own right. His fingers went down to her snatch and he played with her there, enjoying it completely.
The action subsided when Albert got his rocks off in Joyce's asshole. Joyce juiced, too, and his fingers playing with her clitoris got some of the sticky substance.
"Oh, baby, I love it," he gasped, "yes, yes, that's it!"
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Their action had brought them to a pinnacle of pleasure heretofore unknown to all of them. Apparently, watching each other get it was half of the thrill of doing it.
"I think we all need something to eat," Albert's mother smiled. "Are you hungry?" she asked, looking directly at Dale.
"For your pussy," he smiled.
"Well, darling, why can't we do this?" she smiled, "Feed you from our snatches!"
"Well, what do you suggest?"
"What could be nicer than a honeyed pussy?" she smiled. "Come downstairs and I'll get the honey container."
She went downstairs to the refrigerator and found the honey. Then she made it a point to stick it in her cunt, and squeezed the plastic container, squirting the honey all over herself there.
"Give me that, too," Joyce insisted, pulling the honey container from her as if it was as valuable as gold.
"Of course, dear," she said, "but don't get pushy."
"I'm sorry," she said, "I guess I was in too much of a hurry."
Now she was ready to get the action she wanted. With both women's cunts well honeyed, Dale smiled, "You know,. I'm still going to be hungry!"
She went back to the refrigerator and glanced around for a moment. Then she got a good idea. She took out some turkey slices, and said, "I'll place these turkey slices on my body, one on each tit and one over my cunt. After you've eaten them, you can have your dessert."
"I want to do that too," Joyce said, "let me have some, too."
"I don't know if there is enough turkey," she said, "but I'll see."
She counted the pieces of turkey, and discovered she was one short.
"Well, we'll just have to tear this piece of turkey in half," she smiled. "Each titty can be one-half a slice instead of one slice."
"That sounds good to me, mom," Albert smiled. "I've got to hand it to you, mom. You've sure got ideas."
"Well, son," she said, grasping the ten-inch hard prick, "something like this is a big inspiration!"
"Well, thank you, Leslie," he said, patting her behind. "You've got a nice tight ass, too."
"I'm glad you liked it," she said, "I thought you were going to wreck it with that huge cock. But you do it right. You know how to fuck. That's obvious!"
Joyce was getting a bit jealous of her brother getting so much attention. She tried to console herself with the fact that as soon as she got home, she would have him exclusively.
"Well, to bed we go," she smiled, as she turned around and went up the stairs.
"I can't wait to eat your snatch," Dale told her.
His mouth was watering to suck on her and eat at the same time. It was combining sex and the gourmet's mouth. Actually, these two areas of activity were not as far apart as one might imagine.
The two women lay on the bed, one oblivious of the fact that she was twice as old as the other, and her own son was watching.
"Now, eat your turkey titties," she smiled, as young Dale began licking around her breasts, and nibbling at the turkey.
His hands massaged her breasts, while he ate the turkey without using his hands to feed himself. She loved to watch his mouth gobbling down the meat. It made it all the more exciting, and she could hardly wait for his mouth to be pressed to her vagina lips, licking and sucking inside of her.
Meantime, she was glancing off at her son Albert, as he eyed Dale, watching how he ate his turkey. She was indeed delighted and excited as she watched the action.
"Suck, suck that titty," she insisted, as Dale's tongue lashed around her nipple.
"Oh, baby, that feels so good," she panted, excitedly.
"Yes, baby, yes, that's it, that's it," she panted excitedly.
Faster and faster, he moved. Finishing one piece of turkey on one tit, he went to the other and ate it. Then he moved down to her snatch, and as he nibbled the turkey off it, he looked at its hairy plate. Once he had finished the turkey, he noticed the hair was dewy. The moisture clued him in as to just how excited she was. Dale thought it would be fun for her to wrap her naked legs around him. He always loved the inner thighs of a woman pressing against his body when he was eating her snatch.
"Alright," he smiled, "now I eat!"
His tongue dipped inside of her. And he lashed eagerly away. As the tongue swept at her clit, and he tasted the honey, two stimulations surfaced. The desire for delicious food making his increase the sucking sounds. The sucking sounds added to the erotic delight, to the sexual ecstasy that was flashing up and down Leslie's spine.
"Eat my snatch, eat my snatch, lover, eat it!" she gasped and groaned, like a rather turned-on mother.
Simultaneously, her son was licking away at his juicy vagina. His tongue dipped inside, and it swept around.
"Eat that cunt, eat it! Yes, eat! Eat pussy!" she panted.
"Oh, yes, yes, that's it, that's it," he panted. Now they were enjoying the sucking all the more, as Albert's tongue tasted the honey. Joyce didn't take long to juice. She threw her legs around his neck, and pushed her pelvis up, so his tongue could have a better stabbing position.
"Eat my pussy, baby. Eat it, yes, baby, that's it!" Joyce panted, as her fingers ran through his wavy hair.
"Albert, lover, yes, Albert, suck, suck cunt, suck my juicy cunt," she begged. With all of this action continuing, it was a question as to who would finish first.
Dale was a quick eater, and he finished her snatch fast. With a lick and a lash, he pulled out of her. Looking up, he reached for her titties and pinched them and smiled as the pain surfaced.
"Hey, baby, didn't that feel good?"
"Oh, yes, Dale, your tongue is as good as your cock, and that's a tremendous thing."
"I'm glad you like it, doll," he smiled. "You're a real groovy mom!"
Dale was delighted that his sister and he had gotten together with Albert and his mom, Leslie. It almost amused him to see Leslie look at her son with longing.
"You know what?" Dale smiled, "I'd like to see you suck off your son."
"That would be easy," she smiled, "I love him. Why wouldn't I want to please him any way I knew how?"
From her own warped view, Leslie has fooled herself into thinking there was nothing wrong with carrying on with her own son, as long as she wanted to. However, down deep she knew different. She had been brought up in a different manner, and even though temporarily the booze and the loneliness had warped her thinking, she still knew the difference between right and wrong. But, at this erotic moment, she was delighted to display her ability to suck.
"I need a drink first," she smiled nervously.
Her lower lip quivering betrayed her emotional insecurity. Dale watched her, studying her. He knew that she had something in common with him and his sister. The relationship was called incest. It was a dirty word, and to have sex with one's own sister was a vile act. And, he also knew that young Albert was a mother-fucker. And she, a son seducer. Perhaps it was their own depths of depravity that teased and excited his imagination so. In any event, the whole idea of mother and son sucking and carrying on ignited his imagination.
Leslie went out for drinks, and when she came back, she slurred her words.
"Well," she said, "do you want to see a mother suck her son off?"
Slapping her on her bare behind, Dale nodded, "Yes, Leslie, suck it!"
CHAPTER SEVEN
When the suggestion was made that Leslie McGrath entertain her son Albert with her mouth, she decided to take Dale up on it. After all, he was a self-admitted sister-fucker.
Together, the four of them went back to the bedroom.
"Is there any particular position you want me to get my boy in?" she asked.
"Yes, I'd like to see him on all fours, and you behind him. It would entertain me greatly if you could let your tongue slide around his asshole."
"All right," she said, "if that's what you'd like, I'll do it."
Albert obediently got on the bed and in position. As his mother got behind him, he felt her cold hands on his hot behind.
"Oh, mom, your hands are cold."
"Sorry, son," she said.
As Leslie McGrath buried her face in her son's asshole, little did Dale or Joyce, who were watching, realize that her tongue licks there were sincere. They probably thought she was just after a kick, a thrill. No doubt they figured that without a cock in the house to take care of her cunt, she had to resort to utilizing her own son. But Leslie knew that in reality she adored her son and loved licking his asshole, his balls, the head of his prick. Anywhere, everywhere on Albert, as far as his mother, Leslie, was concerned, was beautiful and licking good.
"Well, well," Dale smiled, "isn't that a nice mother!"
"Well, at least she's devoted," Joyce smiled. "Look the way her tongue flashes up that asshole, will you?"
What a fantastic sight it was, Dale getting an erection as he watched a mother suck her son's asshole. At the same time there was excitement surfacing when Joyce got so excited, her venus mound was moistening. She reached over to grip her brother's cock and stroke him. As she stroked him, she became more and more intensely excited.
"Oh, baby, do that for me!" Dale asked his sister. Now they were enjoying themselves enormously.
"Suck that ass out," Dale demanded, as he felt his meat being pulled by his adoring sister, Joyce.
"Get your tongue way up in there, that's it! Give him a good super-suck!"
Leslie did her best to give her son the type of ass action that any man would enjoy, were he so fortunate to have a tongue sliding up there.
"Oh, baby, that's beautiful!" her son smiled, as he watched his mother eating his ass out.
"Wow!" Dale panted, as he watched her reach for the boy's rod and start pulling fiercely on that, while her tongue did it's thing at his asshole.
"Suck ass," young Albert demanded of his mother, "suck my asshole for me!"
The sucking continued; however, she knew it was time to get down there and eat cock. She flung her body around, so she could pull the huge prick up to her lips and start sucking on it.
"Suck that cock!" he demanded.
His mother sucked obediently, letting her mouth travel the length of his prick. How he loved to feel her there. Now, Dale wanted his sister to do the same thing for him.
"Hey, sister," he demanded, "get your mouth down there and start sucking my meat."
"That's it," he demanded, "suck it! Suck that prick, will you!"
It was indeed a fascinating sight, to see Joyce's mouth sliding back and forth over her brother Dale's cock. At the same time, it was an interesting sight to see an over-sexed mother pulling her son's meat into her mouth and licking. The two men exchanged knowing glances and smiled.
"You getting a good cock-suck?" Dale asked Albert.
"Mom always gives a super suck," he nodded proudly.
Inhibitions were gone. The guilt that had flashed through Dale and Joyce when they were alone was removed, as they watched a mother and son go at it. The same thing was happening to Albert and his mother, Leslie. When someone else knew what they were doing, and didn't disapprove, it relieved the tension, it removed the guilt. It was like a psychical exchange. Now they were going to town. The two women's mouths were moving faster and faster over the pulsating peters.
"Suck that prick! Suck that prick! Yes, yes, suck that cock!" Dale demanded of his sister.
She reached up to grip his balls and tickle them as she sucked on his joint. He loved to see her face down there, her cheeks pulling in, getting red. Such enthusiasm she put into it, as her lips pulled tightly on the long shaft.
"Suck that cock! Suck that cock! Yes, yes, suck it! Suck that prick!"
Meanwhile, Albert was telling his mother how he wanted his joint sucked, as he still was on all fours and she was beneath him with his thighs pressing in.
"Suck my pecker," he told her. "Suck it, mom! Oh, yes, I've got a good load in my balls for you."
His mother's eyes opened a moment to glimpse the sight in the mirror. Always when watching in the mirror, she became more and more stimulated.
"Suck that prick! Suck that prick! Yes, yes, ohhh, ahhh, that's what I like! Suck that cock!"
He was nearly there now, as the juice started oozing out of the head of his joint. The moment his mother's tongue tasted his juice, she became more and more stimulated.
The hot juice flooded her mouth, filling her with his love juice, and she sucked every drop of it out of his dick.
Albert's cumming triggered Dale's joint. Suddenly it shot into his sister Joyce's mouth. Proudly, Joyce sucked her brother's cock.
"Suck that cock off," Dale demanded, "suck it, sister, suck!"
Joyce reached up, gripping the rod tighter in her hand as she sucked on the head of it, and jiggling the big balls with her other hand. She loved the taste of her brother's sperm, and how he loved to have her, not only suck it but swallow it.
When the two females had finished sucking the cocks, they slid off and looked at each other.
"That was really a wild fuck, wasn't it?" Leslie smiled at Joyce.
"Yes, it was. It's always a thrill to suck my brother's joint off."
Now the four of them parted, with Dale taking his devoted sister Joyce home. With her son Albert left with her, Leslie decided that perhaps he should sleep by himself. She didn't want to overdo the sex, and she thought that would be best.
"Good night, darling," she smiled at Albert.
"Why, mom, won't we sleep together tonight?"
"No, I think that we're getting much too close," she said.
"Oh, all right, mom," he complained, "I thought I might want an early morning fuck."
"Well, baby, we mustn't overdo things."
Albert went back to his bedroom, a little disturbed, a little disgusted. Yet, considering how generous his mother always was when it came to sex, it was a wonderful thing that he could feel so close to her. He drifted off to sleep and slept soundly all of that night. However, about one week later, Albert had a very shocking, traumatic experience.
He came home early one Saturday night when he had had a date with a new girl at school that didn't work out. He thought surely his mother would be alone. He crept in quietly, deciding to surprise Her. However, he heard voices down the hall, and tiptoed down to his room. When he heard a man crying, "Suck it, suck that prick!" he was indeed amazed, shocked and disgusted.
He decided to follow the sound and listen outside the door. He did, and when he looked, he saw his mother sucking a black man's cock.
"Suck that prick," the black man snapped, thrusting it to his mother, "suck it all!"
Now she was turning around so she could take it all in.
"Eat my meat! Yes, eat it! Eat my meat!"
The black man was grasping her head, and thrusting it down her throat. As he throat-fucked her, her son stood there dumbfounded. What was his mother doing? Why should she be making it with a black man? Why should she want any man but him? The only answer could be, he was inadequate. It hurt him to think that his cock was not enough to satisfy mom. Slowly, he walked away. Yet, as he heard the man thrusting to climax, he returned and watched.
What a sight he saw, for his mother's hands were grasping the shiny black thighs, as the huge black tool thrust one more time, and she sucked the juice out of the head of it.
"Come on, white woman, suck the juice out of this big black prick!"
The frenzied, excited, ecstatic look on the black man's face was almost more than she could bear.
"Suck that prick! Suck all the juice out of it!" the black man panted.
Strangely, even though he was disgusted, he found his balls igniting. Reaching down, Albert unzipped his pants and pulled out his prick. He jerked quickly, and then he thought the black man heard him in the hall.
"Hey, suck all that juice out of it! I shoot white cum out of this black cock," the black man laughed.
Quietly now, Albert returned to his room. As he got back in his room, he worried about the sight he had seen. Why was his mother carrying on with another man? Wasn't he enough action for her? He took off all of his clothes and went to bed in the nude, as he always did. However, remembering ever so vividly the sight he had just seen, stimulated his mind, agitated his balls. He knew he needed to jerk. Reaching down he gripped his staff, then began pulling his meat. Faster and faster he pulled on his prick. As he pulled it, it vibrated and thrilled. Now he wanted to cum.
"Oh, mom, I wish you were here," he said aloud.
And almost as if she had heard him, his mother stepped in.
"Dear," she smiled at him, "why didn't you come in tonight?"
"I did, mom," he said, "I came to your bedroom. But I came home too quick. I saw you sucking that black man's dick!"
At this, she didn't know what to do. She looked at him and finally said, "Oh, son, I'm sorry. I, I had to do it for money."
"What?" he demanded.
"You see, son. I don't get enough money to take care of us."
"And he paid you?"
"I didn't suck his cock off for nothing," she said tightly.
Moving over to the bed, she slowly pulled back the sheets and reached over to feel him.
"You need some action down there, don't you?"
"Yes, mom, I could stand some," he said.
She slid into bed with him and pushed her naked breasts against his loins. Then she massaged his rock-hard cock with her breasts.
"Oh, son," she said nervously now, "I'm so sorry you had to see your mom making it like that."
"Don't you worry about it, mom," he said, "I understand."
Now, she was doing for him what she had done for the black man moments before. Funny how watching her do it with someone else, had turned him off quite a bit. When she was making it exclusively with him, he somehow enjoyed it much more, but the idea of her doing it with someone else somehow turned him off. But, as her mouth worked on his rod, he became more and more stimulated.
"Oh, mom, I love that," he said, thrusting it to her, "reach down, play with my butt!"
She reached down, and cupping his buttocks, began playing with his balls. Sliding a finger slowly up his asshole, she played with him there as she sucked ever so smoothly.
"Oh, yes, mom, yes, that's the way I like to have my cock sucked," he told her flatly. At this moment, the two of them were connected with love. With her son's cock in her mouth, and her finger up his asshole, she was giving him a good ass-ride.
"Suck that cock, suck that cock, yes, yes, suck that prick!"
She had really achieved something, utilizing her finger and her mouth. At this point, young Albert was ready to shoot.
"Oh, mom, I can't stand it! Suck it, suck it off!"
With the beautiful sucking action, he shot a big wad of his sperm. She sucked it down, eager, delighted to find out what he would taste like.
Yet, as much as he enjoyed having his joint sucked, he didn't like the idea of her selling her body for sex. It disgusted him. He decided that tonight would be their last night together. He wouldn't tell her, he could run away. She would never find him. All he wanted now was to use his tongue on her twat, and bring her there.
"Suck it all out," he demanded, as the cock exploded.
She sucked his juice out, and then she rose to the occasion. Pushing her pussy against his mouth, she reached down to guide his head.
"Oh, baby, yes! Yes! That's what I wanted."
The tongue action was producing instantly the delight and joy she felt in the fuck. Now he reached up to grip her breasts and excite her there. Pinching her nipples, he thrust his tongue in ever faster movements. The tongue flicked around her vagina, licking it's velvety walls, juicing, she finally gushed. He licked, eager to devour her slit.
"Oh, ahhh, suck, suck my pussy," she begged him, reaching down to guide his head in front of her there.
Once it was over and she pulled off him, he told her the truth, "Mom, I've got to be leaving home."
"Why, son?" she asked.
"I've just got to," he said, "I'm not a man yet."
"It's not a man to run away from responsibilities," she said. "You're the only man in my life. You can't go."
"I must go, mom," he said, "we're not living a normal life. If people knew that you are doing things with me, and I'm doing things with you, what would they think of us?"
This gave his mother pause for thought. Thoughts she didn't normally like to think of.
"Well, baby," she said, "I guess there are some things you just don't think of. It's not wrong that we're having sex together. There are a lot of people in the same family who do things. Look at your girl friend, Joyce. She's doing things with her brother, Dale. Anyway, why not? There's so much pain and misery in this old world, that when you have a chance to grab for a little fun, you've got to grab for it."
"Even if it's grabbing for your own son, right, mom?"
"Right on, son," she nodded.
Her penetrating look into her son's face told him how completely she thought she was right, and he was wrong.
"Kiss me, mom," he said.
She bent over and kissed him gently on the forehead.
"Thanks, mom," he said. However, he knew that he had to figure out some other way to take care of his sexual needs. He knew that he couldn't go on making love to mom and feel normal. So that night he made his decision. He would have to find himself another woman, and then he would be able to be normal. However, finding this other woman would not be easy. Yet, he knew if he made a strong endeavor at school, he would find himself another lover.
It happened the next week when he was in school going through the cafeteria line. Next to him was Betty. Betty was wearing a sweater, and as her large breasts pushed against the material of the sweater, he found himself so fascinated with them, he was shaking.
"Why are you shaking?" Betty smiled, as she suspected why.
"It's real chilly in here," he told her.
"I hadn't noticed," Betty smiled, knowingly. It wasn't long before he was saying, "Betty, you know, we ought to go places together. We have a lot of fun talking, and we've never dated."
"That's right," Betty told him, "I've been a pretty busy girl."
"I'll bet you have," he assured her.
"Would you like to go to a movie?"
"Oh, I go all the time," she said.
"Well, I was thinking how much fun it would be to go to those sex movies. They have them at some motels, you know."
"Oh, do they?" Betty smiled. "How interesting!"
"Well," Betty said nervously, "if I went to a motel with you, you'd go there to ball, not to watch movies."
"No, I wouldn't go for that reason. I swear, honey, the only reason I would go to those flicks would be to gain some knowledge. I hear they do everything in those pictures."
"How could I trust you?"
"Betty," he said, "I have some problems I want to talk over with you. Life and death problems."
"But should you confide them in me?"
"I have nobody else," he said.
They looked at each other and Betty instantly understood that it was dead serious.
"I think a lot of you," she admitted, "but, baby, I really feel guilty, to go to a place like that. I know what most guys take gals there for, and I'm not that kind of girl."
"Well, Betty, could we talk intimately at your home?"
"No," Betty admitted, "we sure as hell couldn't. My mom should work for the spy system, and dad is just as bad."
"I guess that leaves us no alternative," he said.
"We could always go to the passion pit," he said, "that is, of course, if you like to go to drive-ins."
"I can't stand those horror movies," she said, " 'Bucket of Blood', 'Creature from the Red Lagoon', I just don't want that type of thing. I don't sleep all night when I see one of those things."
"Alright, Betty, I see no other way. We'll just have to go to the motel. If you don't want to watch the movies where they show people doing things together, we don't have to. We can just talk and drink some--. "
"Drink?" she said.
"I mean 7-up or Coke," he quipped, quickly.
"That's all right," she said, "but I'm not a booze-hound."
"I know that, doll," he smiled.
Together they had made a decision, and when he went home that night, he decided he would not reveal one thing to his mother about his plans to have someone he could trust, someone he could confide his most intimate secrets to.
"Well, son," his mother smiled when he came in later that night, "how did things go today?"
"Just fine, mom," he said, like any other normal boy would in a similar situation.
"You feeling horny tonight?" his mother said, smiling as if she was horny.
"No, thank you, mom," he said evenly.
"Hummm," she said, "I thought I saw your prick swelling in your pants. I hope you're not depriving yourself of something you need, son."
"Will you stop bugging me, mom?" he snapped. "If you've got to get your cunt fucked, go out and pick somebody up at the local bar."
"Not a bad idea," she said, "at least they pay me for it."
"You ought to be ashamed of yourself," he told her quite frankly.
"Should I?" she said calmly, as she massaged her breasts through her sweater, and looked at him.
"Stop trying to get me hard," he told her, "you're some mom."
"Is that any way to talk to your own mother?" she said angrily.
"Isn't it more your fault than mine that I'm in this predicament? After all, you needed some satisfaction, and I was only trying to help you out, because you were hard up."
"Thanks, mom," he said, "you've given me a nice, great big complex. Now, I ought to travel to the headshrinker to try to rid myself of my guilt feelings."
"Guilt feelings?" she demanded. "Whatever on earth are you feeling guilty about?"
"Because, mom, it doesn't make me feel exactly proud of myself to know down deep that I'm a mother-fucker!"
"Well, I suppose, if I thought about it, I'd have to call myself a son-fucker."
"No," she said, "I think you're the one who's trying to project guilt to me. I never thought about it like that. Name calling and all of these foul tags. They're calculated to make you feel guilt. All I think of myself is as a loving mother who tries to share her body with her rather sexy son."
She walked over to him now, deciding to entice him further. She reached down for the thing between his legs and massage it.
"Say, baby, that thing is really hard now."
"Will you leave it alone, mom?" he demanded.
"Ungrateful!" she said, stalking away.
Now, she was getting testy. She decided to play hard-to-get, and went to her bedroom, but thought before she left, she would give him something to turn him on, and perhaps draw him out. Taking off her sweater, she removed her bra. As her naked breasts jutted out, her son did look at them.
"You used to suck on these when you were a little boy," she smiled, "I don't see any reason why you can't suck on them now. You might appreciate them more." Her fingertips were massaging her nipples, and they were becoming erect. At the same time, her son's cock was getting harder and harder.
"Oh, mom, will you stop it!"
"No, son," she smiled, "I won't stop it. You need a good screwing, and I can give it to you better than anyone else."
Now, he was indeed hard. She came over to him and slowly unzipped his pants, as she brushed her breasts across him.
"Hmraram, son," she said, as she reached into his shorts to fish out his prick.
"This is a hard cock, I'd say," she said.
"Yeah, and I don't want you fucking it for me."
"Who do you want to do it to you?"
"Nobody," he said, "let the thing alone."
"But it isn't right," his mother smiled, "mother nature must be taken care of."
"You just forget about me. Forget my prick, I don't want to fuck you."
"That's what you say with your mouth, but your cock says something else."
Now she was stroking and pulling on it, as he got harder and harder, his resistance got less and less.
"You really do know how to jerk it better than I do," he smiled, "and it's amazing, mom, because you don't have a cock."
"Well, I have the equivalent to one. And I've had to do a lot of manipulatihg in my life on my little love button."
"Say, you've got a point there," he smiled. "You do have something resembling a prick. Maybe I should suck on that like it's a small cock," he laughed.
"Son, watch your words. Don't get indecent with your mom."
"I'll try not to, mom," he smiled, "because I know how particular you are about such things."
As her fingers gently massaged him, she reached in to fish out the balls, too. Now she was employing both hands, one on his prick and one on his balls. Her movements were most effective.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Now that she had her son so stimulated, she knew that she could get him to bed once more.
"Alright, baby," she smiled, "let's adjourn to the bedroom."
The two of them went to the bedroom, and it didn't take long for both of them to strip.
"I'll jerk you off," she smiled, "if you want to learn how to jerk me."
"That should be fun, mom," he smiled, "I'll find out how you've been doing it."
When they had taken off all of their clothes, and were lying down naked beside each other, she reached over and gripped his huge tool, and began pumping it unmercifully.
"Take it easy, mom," he had to tell her, "after all, it's my prick you're pulling, not taffy."
"Sorry about that, son," she smiled, "I get carried away."
"You sure do, mom."
Reaching over, he slid his fingers in her slit and began feeling for her clitoris. The thing popped out and he saw it, red and horny. He began manipulating it.
"Oh, son, that feels delicious," she panted excitedly. "I so wish you'd suck on it, please, baby, please!"
"Well," he thought, "if it means so much to mom, I might as well."
He went down there and began sucking. As he sucked on her clitoris, she pulled on his prick. The double action of having his cock pulled by her, and sucking on her slit, was pleasurable to him.
"Oh, son, you don't know how much I enjoy that!" she smiled.
Back and forth she pulled on the prick. The action pleased him enormously, and he decided maybe sex with mom wasn't so bad after all. It was funny how his feelings would change. When he was hot and bothered he loved to do it with her. However, when he felt other emotions, guilt and the like, he hated her for doing it with him.
"Suck my cunt," she begged him, "suck it, son, suck it for mom!"
Her thighs embraced him as he licked away. It was rather awkward leaning over like this while she was pumping his meat, but awkward or not, it did feel good.
"Oh, darling," she panted, "you have no idea how good that feels."
"Pump it, mom, pump it," he said, taking his mouth off her clitoris a moment.
His cock was getting harder now, and he could see it was oozing.
"Oh, son, I don't want you to shoot off in my hand," she said, "we'd better sixty-nine so I can get it in my mouth."
"Alright, mom," he said.
Removing his mouth from her vagina, he angled his body around so her head was between her thighs, and he was back down between her legs.
As his tongue darted inside of her hot hole, he held her in position good. Now she was so turned on, she couldn't even put his prick in her mouth. She rolled her head back and forth on the pillow, just gasping, "Oh, baby, that's it! That's it! Yes, yes, suck it! Suck it!"
Faster and faster, her mouth moved as she imitated the motions he was making on her. Now it was almost too much and she was nearly juicing. This disgusted him, for he thought it was a sixty-nine even exchange. He wanted to feel her shooting when he was being sucked. It burned him up to think she wasn't more democratic about it.
"Hey, mom," he interrupted her cunt suck, "you're supposed to be sucking on my joint!"
"Sorry about that, son, I guess you've got me so excited I couldn't think of anything but your mouth on me."
"I'll have to get you less excited, mom," he said, "if you're going to take your mouth off my dick!"
"That won't be necessary, darling," she said, grasping the huge rod in her hand and returning to her sucking chores.
Soon his mother's mouth was slipping over his rod and he was thrusting it to her. It felt wonderful, to feel her hot mouth moving up and down his cock. In his mind it seemed as if he was being sucked in by velvet quicksand.
"Oh, mom, suck it, suck it, yes, yes, ohhh, ahhh, that's how I like it. Ohhh, yes, yes, suck, suck, suck!"
Now she was burned up. He had told her that he wanted a democratic suck, and here he was with his mouth off her clitoris and she was impaled on his prick.
She decided to tell him about it.
"Hey, son," she snapped, "get your mouth back on my cunt! You talked about democratic sex, well, it's not very democratic for you to be rolling back and forth while I'm sucking on your main stem."
"Alright, mom," he smiled, "got carried away, like you did!"
She gave him a dirty look, realizing he was just giving her a dose of her own sucking medicine. Soon both of them were going to town on each other's genitals.
She got the idea of something that would be fun. She knew how erotic the anal area was, and she played with his buttocks while she sucked his cock. She hoped he would have the decency to do the same thing for her. After all, if she could be so thoughtful as to add ass action to the cock-suck, he certainly ought to be able to finger her butt while he sucked her clitoris.
Sure enough, he was catching on, and his fingers were playing with her behind while she was monkeying with his. It was a delightful exchange, and she was thrilled that her son was learning a little more thoughtfulness for his mother. Now with his mouth moving up and down on her clitoris as if it was a cock, he was bringing her near that point. He loved the feel of the juicy walls of her vagina, he loved to think that that was where he came out of. It was an exciting, not a revolting thing, for him.
The action was going quicker now, while her mouth traveled up and down his cock. Going from the top of its velvety head down to its base, his mother wasn't stopping. One hand cupped his balls while the other was sliding around his behind. She thought it might be exciting indeed to stick her tongue up his asshole, and she slipped her mouth off his cock a moment. Letting her tongue glide around, slide around his behind, she managed to pry his buttocks apart so she could stick her tongue up there good. Doing the same for her, he thought, would only be fair play. Moving off her clitoris, he gently massaged her behind, licking behind his hands. Finally, pulling, prying her cheeks apart, he stabbed the tongue up the anus, he realized how exciting it could become.
"Oh, mom, suck my ass out! Suck my ass out, oh, yes, that's what I like. Stick that tongue up there and suck!"
She thrust that tongue up there, jabbing it like a small cock sliding, slick and smooth.
Oh, how he loved it now, his body shaking with emotion, his heart pounding. At the same time, she was proud of him for his ability to match her tongue jabbing action. Up her asshole his tongue shot, back and forth, and his fingers never missed a moment of playing with her clitoris. She wanted the action as complete as could be. It was, now that their inhibitions were gone, their love was surfacing once again.
"Oh, mom, get your mouth back on my prick!" he panted excitedly.
He was worried, of course, as to his juice flying in the air. He wanted his mother's mouth there.
"Yes, son, yes, I'll suck it now! And you get your mouth back in my clit!"
Now was the pivotal moment. That moment of climax, that moment that they had licked and sucked and clawed and scratched to reach.
Suddenly her mouth moved down over the head of his joint. She didn't let it travel to the base, she wanted to focus on the head so she could suck and get a gobful in her mouth.
At the same time her son was pressing his lips against her vagina lips gently, letting his tongue lash inside. Licking the juicy walls of her vagina first, he moved at last to the clitoris. Moving down in it, he built up his suction, for she was ready to gush. Faster and faster their mouths worked on each other. She swept over the velvety crown of her cock, slowly inserting the tip of her tongue in the slit. At this point, she was ready to get him there. She held the balls in her hands, knowing that they were the precious things that were giving her the juice. How she loved them, how she adored his staff, and how she enjoyed his delicious hot sperm. Thick, creamy, not like an old man's disgusting juice, thin, tasteless, putrid. No, this was a young, virile prick. Creamy and thick, delicious to her tongue, she loved it. What did it matter if it was her own son? She was after head, she wanted juice. She wanted it to spurt down her throat like a flashflood, and then she would grasp his buttocks, massaging them, kneading them, loving them, as she got his life juice.
At last he was there, his cock was spurting, and he could stand it no longer. Pulling his mouth off her clit, he gasped, "Oh, mom, suck it, yes, suck that prick, get the juice, go after the juice, mom! Suck my meat! Ohhhhh, yes, suck, suck, suck, ohhhh, ohhh, that's it, that's it, ohhhh!"
The hot juice flashed down her throat like a flashflood, and she loved it, licking, loving, pulling the balls together, squeezing them gently, as she sucked his cock off. Now it was time for him to return to his mother's twat. Industriously he licked, at once going down on her clit. It took her an instant to gush, and her son sucked. Faster and faster his tongue twirled around her slit, enjoying the delicious juice there. It was a sixty-nine he would never forget.
Finally, she slid her mouth off his huge prick and glanced down at him proudly and smiled, "Oh, son, I love your cock so much."
At least she was telling the truth. She wasn't giving him a phony pitch about loving him for being her son. She put it on the line. Mom loved his cock and she said so. She was hooked on prick juice, and he had a good load to shoot her.
"Hey, mom, you're a good cock-sucker," he said.
"And, son, you're a good pussy-eater, too!"
They laughed, they joked, until finally he pulled away from her passionate pussy and moved up toward her mouth to kiss her lovingly. As his lips pressed against her lips, she brushed her breasts against his chest, her hands sweeping down to grip his behind.
"Oh, son, I love you so," she said.
Faster and faster their tongues flashed inside each other's mouths. Their tongues were being used like pricks. The action was almost bringing them there again. As his still hard cock pressed against her still excited pussy, their hands clasped each other's buttocks, and they pushed. Pressing and pushing and sweating and straining and groaning, mother and son locked in love.
"Son, you must be hungry," she smiled, "I'll go downstairs and fix you something to eat."
She got off the bed and went downstairs, and fixed something for him to eat. Once they were in the kitchen, she pulled out a couple of steaks and put them on the grill. He was delighted that she had such big thick steaks for them to eat. Now they ate their steaks, and soon they were laughing and joking again.
"You know something," she smiled, "you look sexy when you're eating that steak."
"Do I, mom?" he smiled.
"Yes, son, you do, the way you bring your jaws down on that meat, it certainly is sexy to me."
"Oh, mom," he smiled, "I really turn you on with anything I do."
Reaching across the table, he brushed his hand against her breasts and smiled at her lovingly.
"Well, baby, you're such a sweet son," she said, "I guess I can't help adoring you."
Now came the big question. Could she ever release him for another woman to love?
"Mom," he asked, "would it get you disgusted if I had another woman to love?"
"What are you talking about?" she demanded.
"I'm talking about finding a female that would love me."
They looked at each other, and again she was tense and nervous. This was the thing that always distressed her.
"Well," she smiled, "that is up to you, darling."
"Mom," he said, "I don't want to hurt you. But I really need to have another woman to ball with now and then."
"Maybe I could find you one," she said, "a woman is better at finding a sex partner for a man."
He knew the reason she had said this. She wanted to dominate his life totally. She would allow him another female if she selected the female, and all of the situations under which he would have sex with her.
"Alright, mom," he said, "do what you can for me. Of course, I know it won't be easy. I suppose it will be a little difficult to tell another woman, 'I would like to have you fuck my son.' "
"No, not at all," she said nervously now. "After all, we're living in an enlightened era. Anything goes sexually. So I'm sure I can find some older woman like myself, who's still remarkably beautiful, and able to give a lot of sexual pleasure."
"You're a riot, mom," he smiled. "Well, I suppose you will do your damndest."
They looked at each other tenderly, and then kissed. Going back up to the bedroom, he still had his problem with him.
"Won't that thing ever go down?" she demanded, smiling.
"No," he said, "it's just staying up. I guess all that food got me fueled up again, and looking at you always gives me a hard-on."
"Oh, you flatter me, son," she smiled. "Your father used to say things like that."
"Dad did, huh?"
"Yes, son, he did. As a matter-of-fact, the old man was quite a horny bastard most of the time."
"Was he really?"
"Oh yes, he used to attend all of the neighborhood orgies. There was nothing he liked better on a Saturday night than to crawl around on the floor, licking other people's asses, and sucking pussy."
"He sounds like a wonderful father," her son smiled.
"Yes, baby, he really was. Of course, he got a little wild and wicked at times. I didn't care for the time that he had me suck Flora's cunt."
"He had you suck some dame named Flora?"
"Yes, he did. And it was so dirty and disgusting. It was an exhibition, at a little orgy he was having. You can't imagine how horrifying it was for me, to have to be watched by about fifty people doing Flora."
"Did you enjoy her?"
"Well, I'll admit she did have a good set of tits on her," his mother smiled, "and that really was how I began turning on with women, too."
"There's one thing I can say about you, mom," he smiled. "You have never been at a loss for lovers."
"No, that's true," she smiled, "and when I went to work as a waitress, I was amazed at the number of waitresses with lesbian tendencies."
"Did you take advantage of them?"
"Me take advantage of them?" she snapped, "Honey, I had just had sex with one woman, and they took advantage of me. Of course, I couldn't refuse them. Half the time they paid me."
"Mom, you've sure got a purple past," her son smiled.
"And son, you've sure got a purple prick."
"Well, mom, I'll bet you're a purple people eater," he laughed. "Let's go in there and have some fun!"
"What kind of fun, darling?"
"The ass trip," he suggested. "Let's go back, mom. That would be great."
They went back to the bedroom, and she got upon the bed and thrust her legs up. As he looked at his mother, he got more and more turned on. The juicy large breasts were exciting him. Also, he wanted her to throw her legs over his shoulders so he could stab her pussy with his prick.
"Son, I'm not going to let you do it up my pussy," she said. "That would get monotonous. How about my asshole?"
"Alright, mom," he said, "but I don't like you calling the fucks."
"Sorry about that, son," she said, "but you've so little invention. I think you need a course in sex relations."
"What kind of college would teach a course in motherfucking?" he demanded.
"Well, son, you never know. They're giving lessons in homosexuality and lesbianism. What would be wrong with incest?"
"Where are they giving such lessons?" he demanded.
"The Underground Sex colleges," she said. "You can read all about them in the underground newspapers!"
"I didn't know they had gone that far underground," he said.
"Honey, they're living at last. The Paris sewers will have nothing on us," she laughed at herself.
"Mom, you're mocking us!" he said.
"Sorry about that, son," she smiled, "but now and then I see the funny side of sex, even my own warped sex life."
"So you admit fucking me is warped."
"Well, isn't it, baby?" she asked.
"I guess so," he said, "but baby, raise your ass up there, put a couple of pillows under it, and
I'll plow in there."
He went to the bathroom to get the vaseline. Coming back he had his cock in one hand and was rubbing vaseline on it with the other.
"Honey, you look so beautiful as you stand there greasing your dick, getting ready to fuck your mother's asshole."
"Okay, mom, get ready!"
He got in the bed, gripping his tool in one hand, and parting her asshole with the other. Then he slid.
He was driving it up her now, and she was enjoying it. All of her anus muscles went to work. She had learned long ago how to give the ass trip, and she enjoyed getting it.
"Son, play with momma's breasts."
Reaching out, Albert enjoyed his mother's tits. He loved to feel of the nipples and then release them. Using his full hands, he would plow into them like he was kneading bread.
"Look in my eyes, son," she smiled, "can you see how much you're exciting me?"
"Mom, you look mad," he said, drilling her ass.
"Son, is that a thing to tell your mother?" she said, looking at him with tears moistening her eyes.
"Fuck it! Fuck it, damn it! Quit asking me to look in your eyes and wiggle your butt."
"Alright, son," she said, "how's this?"
She got her ass going at a good tempo, grinding it around his ever-thrusting prick. Now, gripping it tightly and swinging her hips in a revolving motion, she was giving a never-ending fuck which he would never forget.
"Oh, mom, you're fantastic!" he panted, pushing his meat into her harder.
"Fuck it, baby, come on, fuck it, yes, son, fuck! Fuck!"
The motion was bringing him closer, and he thoroughly enjoyed the action he was getting there.
"Fuck it! Fuck it! Yes, fuck, fuck, fuck!" Now he was flipping out, enjoying it immensely.
His huge balls were bouncing on her behind as he thrust it into her.
"Fuck my asshole," his mother begged. "Oh, son, thrust it in there!"
"Yes, mom, take this! And this! Eight and a half inches, how's that, mom?"
"I want it all, son," she demanded. She was getting it all, too, up the asshole.
"Fuck, fuck, yes, yes, fuck it! Fuck it!"
Faster and faster the wild fucking continued. They were thoroughly enjoying the action now. There was no reason for them to stop as their jet-propelled bodies kept straining, kept screwing.
"Oh, son, put your fingers back on my nipples. Play with the titties."
He rammed it in there, his hands gripping the breasts, playing with her as he was flipping out.
Never before had he enjoyed anything like it. The fuck that she was giving him was all that he could ask for, and then some. His mother was proud of herself, proud that she could deliver.
"Oh, baby, you're beautiful," she panted, "you're better than your father was. Fuck it, son, fuck it!"
He didn't care what words anyone could apply to him now. He was traveling to orgasm town, and he wanted to get his rocks off in his mom. No tag-line, no dirty names, no nothing, not even mother-fucker shrieked from the housetop could stop him now. He was enjoying her asshole, and he was going to get his rocks off.
"Oh, mom, that's it, grind your ass, faster, faster!"
Her body was sweating as she slapped into him, thrusting up, pitching herself into him.
"Fuck, fuck, oh, yes, yes, fuck!"
Suddenly the sperm spurted, and he was juicing. As the hot juice erupted from his prick, and his mother felt it shooting inside of her, she came too.
"Right on, son!" she panted. She was proud of him, delighted with herself, thrilled that they could achieve such a shattering climax. Whoever had given a mother a better fuck than her son, Albert, she thought to herself. Proud of him, she pressed in his buttocks, massaging them, playing with them.
"Oh, baby, I love you," she smiled. "Yes, lover, fuck, fuck, ohhh, ahhh, that's it, yes! Yes!"
The beautiful fuck that they had enjoyed together had finished. As he withdrew his meat, his mother insisted on a kiss.
"If you want to kiss, kiss my cock!" he demanded.
"Alright, son, anything!"
This even surprised Albert. He didn't think his mother would lick his dick now. How wrong he was! Straddling her face, he lowered his balls. As she got sight of his balls she insisted. "Let me suck the nuts first, son."
"Alright, mom, if you want to."
Dangling his balls in her face, she opened her mouth, greedily taking them in.
"Oh, mom, that's juicy!"
"Son," she smiled, "why don't you kiss me?"
"Lick my dick first," he said.
"Alright," she said, "give it to me!"
He was delighted to thrust his cock in her open mouth. She sucked it for a moment or two, and then he pulled out, moving down and kissed her tenderly, affectionately.
"You're such an affectionate mom," he smiled, "I love you, you're adorable."
"And don't think I don't love you, son," she said, reaching down to pat his behind.
"Mom," he smiled, "now you get me that other woman. Keep your word. I gave you a real fabulous fuck tonight, and if you get me that other woman, I'll promise you, you'll get all the head you need."
"That's a big promise," she said, "considering my sexual needs, son."
"Well," he smiled, "I've got a big cock to keep my promise with, and balls that juice quicker than you can say 'suck off!"
"You're real cute, son," she said, "I remember when you were a little baby. You weren't any bother at all. But you did like to bite my nipples."
"Maybe I was getting a kick out of them then. Did you notice if I had a hard on?"
"No, I never did," she admitted. "You see, son, I didn't know children had sexual feeling then. Since then, I've read a lot about it. And they've said babies who bite nipples could be getting a sex charge."
"Where did you read that?"
"The underground press, where else, lover?"
"Do you think you should advertise for another woman in the underground press?"
"That might not be a bad idea," she said. "I have read a lot of people who placed ads there. There was a gal named Tillie who had a dog, and she was recommending dog-swapping."
"Dog-swapping?"
"Yes, she said, 'Have German Shepherd, would like to have a Great Dane. Will exchange one night with my German Shepherd for one night with your Great Dane. Dog is trained.' "
"Oh no," he said, "you mean they're swapping dogs now?"
"According to the underground press."
"Well, I suppose you can advertise 'Mother who fucks with son would like older woman to share son. Son is afraid of being called mother-fucker.' "
"Oh son, I wish you wouldn't use those foul words."
"Well, it's the truth, isn't it, mom?"
"That has nothing to do with it, son," she said, "you and I are beyond dirty words like that. After all, let's look at it like man and woman. I'm a woman, you're a man. I have a nice pussy for you, and you have a good pistol for me. That's all that matters in sexual relations. It's perfectly normal if it's a man and a woman. That's the way that I look at it, and that's the way most of the sex books do."
"Yes, mom, but you're overlooking one thing," he said. "They assume when they say man and woman that it's not a brother or a sister or a son and a mother."
"Well, I just take it the way they say it, I don't think they should qualify everything."
"Apparently not."
They lay there for a long moment, looking at each other, and finally he said, "Well, I'd better go back to bed now. My balls are exhausted and I need some sleep."
"Alright, dear," she said, "what would you like for breakfast? I could fix you some blueberry pancakes."
"Alright, mom," he said, "that'd be real good."
"Now give mommy a goodnight kiss," she insisted.
Getting off the bed, he went over to her as he had when he was a small boy and his father was nowhere in sight. He kissed her and reached down and felt her tits.
"Remember when you used to do that whey you were a little boy?" she said. "I had to stop you, you were so precocious."
"Mom, I was a horny little kid," he said. "You know it, maybe I was wired wrong at the factory."
"How can you say such a thing? You know that your mother's perfectly all right upstairs."
"Do I?" he sneered.
"Why, yes, son," she said, "you wouldn't suggest anything was wrong with me, would you."
"Never in a million years, mom."
CHAPTER NINE
Now that he had made his decision to go with Betty, Albert looked around for a motel that would show pictures of people involved in sex. At last, he found a rather run-down one that looked like he might be able to slip her in without too much difficulty.
"Betty," he asked, calling her on the phone one night, "I think I've found a nice place for us to go."
"Well," Betty began, "I don't know if I want to go through with it. I've taken up with someone else, and I don't know if I have time for you."
"That's real nice, Betty," he said disgustedly, "Here I go and find us a place, and you've got another lover."
"Yes," she said, "and he's much more thoughtful than you. He never argues, and loves to lick me."
"I'm so happy for you both," Albert said angrily, "I hope you have a wonderful time. Only I can tell you, you'd have a lot more fun if you'd do it with me."
"That's what you think," she said, "He really treats me nice, and I mean nice. I do things on him and he never forces me. I just do what I want to."
"You act like you like a dominant association, you want to be top dog."
"How did you guess?" she said abruptly. "It is my dog. I'm making it with him. I can't understand how you could figure it out. It must have been ESP."
"What!" young Albert demanded. "You mean you're a dog-fucker?"
"Now, don't call names," she said. "I'll hang up if you do."
"I'm sorry," Albert said, thinking to himself about being a mother-fucker. Therefore, he had to play it cool.
"Baby," he said, "how about you and me coming to this motel?"
Together they went to the motel, and when she stepped in the door, she noticed the TV.
"Oh, what a nice big TV," she smiled. "I suppose we'll look at a lot of fuck films."
"You bet your sweet ass we will," he assured her.
"Well," she said, "tell me about your problem."
"Honey," he began, "my problem is about eight and a half inches long. The problem is, it gets so hard I don't know how to get it down."
"Maybe I can help you some," Betty smiled. "I've been helping my lover."
"Don't mention that dog to me," he said, "I don't like to think of you doing a dog."
"Dog is man's best friend," she said.
"Well, I'm sure not going to fuck a dog," he said, "no matter how good a friend it is."
"Honey," she said, "you have the wrong idea. Now tell me your real problem. I know something is bothering you besides your prick."
"Yes, there really is," he said, "tell you what it is, honey. It's having an affair with a woman older than me."
"Oh, that sounds so juicy," she said, "take your clothes off. I'm curious to see what your cock looks like. Also, you said it was eight and a half inches. I brought along a little ruler."
"I hope the ruler isn't too little or you won't be able to measure," he said.
"Don't you worry about that," she said, "I always take along my twelve-inchers."
"Did you ever find it too short?"
"No, never, damn it!"
She began taking off her clothes and he watched. As he saw her body, he became more and more turned on. The breasts, bulging the small bra, especially excited him.
"Say, baby, you've sure got a nice set of knockers on you," he smiled.
"Well, thank you," she said.
"Honey," he said, "Look at this!"
Now Albert was standing there stark naked. He was grasping his huge tool in his hand. As he stroked it back and forth, she got the general idea.
"Now, Albert, tell me about your problem," she smiled, as she gingerly stepped over and grasped the tool.
"I hate to mention it," he said, "because I don't know what you'd think of me if I did."
"Well, honey," she smiled, "I guess I can wait. You'll tell me eventually. Secrets always come out, they say. But, for now, let's turn on that machine, and see the fuck films."
"You gotta pay extra for that," he said, "and I didn't know if you wanted them or not. It costs five bucks to see them."
"Five whole dollars?" she demanded.
"Oh, yes, they're real special."
"What do you mean, special?"
"Oh, they do all kinds of things with each other. Lovers, making out, juicing?"
"Well, it does sound like it's worth it," she said, "why don't you go to the manger, honey, and pay the money and come back?"
"Like this?" he smiled, grasping his huge prick in his hand.
"Oh, no, honey," she laughed lightly, "You just go there, baby doll, and dress up. I don't want anybody fucking or sucking you on the way to the manager's office."
"I'll do that," he said, "Now I'll go to the manager's and pay the five bucks. Could I hit you for a small loan?"
"How much?"
"Five bucks," he said.
"Five bucks? Why that's the price of the whole movies! You've got a nerve asking me for that kind of money."
"Sorry, honey, but I wasn't counting on the fuck films, I just had enough money to pay for the motel."
"Well, my daddy always gives me a little extra money, in case of an emergency. I don't know if daddy would approve of me using the money for this."
"What he doesn't know doesn't hurt him," he said.
Then she went to her purse and found the money. She handed him five rather worn dollar bills, and said, "Hurry back, honey. I'm horny!"
Turning, he smiled, "Honey, and I thought I was the one who was dying to screw you. Little did I know what a sex-pot you obviously are."
"Hurry up!" she demanded, "I can't wait to slip between those sheets with you."
He hurried out to pay the motel manager the five dollars to have the fuck films shown on the room TV. Then he went back.
"Well, baby," he smiled, "I guess we're ready."
She helped him get undressed, and then the two of them stood there naked.
"Oh, baby, I love your titties," he told her. "They're really beautiful."
Together they had made a decision. The decision was going to be one that they could live with. That was to fuck and suck the way it was done in the movies. The fuck films were showing now, and they took time out to watch.
"Just look at that one," he smiled, as the man and woman were pictured on the screen. The woman was lying on her back, and the man was entering her as she lifted both legs and tilted up high so he could thrust his cock in at a good angle. There he was giving it to her in a wild fashion.
"Oh, I just love that position," she smiled as she saw it.
"And just look at that," he said, as the next picture flashed on the screen. That picture showed a woman lying on her back with her legs open, and the man was there sliding his tool up her snatch. As he bent over her, pressing his chest against her breasts, she thrust her pelvis upward. Apparently it was a good angle, for the two of them were locked in a tight embrace as their tongues slipped in and out of each other's mouths.
"That looks like fun, doesn't it?"
The next position showed the woman on her back and the man was straddling her. Her hands went to his buttocks and as he thrust into her, she was working her hands around his ass.
"Oh, just look at that," she smiled, "Wow!"
The next shot was of the man sitting on a hassock, and the woman was throwing her legs around him, as she slid up and down his tool.
"Isn't that a juicy position?" he smiled.
"I should say it is," she agreed. "I'd never fuck like that. Look at those fuckers go."
The next picture showed the man on his back, with his legs upraised. The woman was sliding her ass down over his dick, and pressing her tits on his knees. As they lay in this position, they felt better and better.
"Oh, baby, let's try this. I want to do it," she insisted.
Albert got on his back and she was sliding down over his rod, as his huge cock thrust inside of her there, with her ass facing him, he massaged her butt and fucked her good.
"Hey, baby, this is a real good position," he panted, "I love it this way! Fuck! Fuck! Yes, baby, yes, fuck it! Ohh, ahh, that's it! That's it!"
They fucked away like this for a long, long time. However, she was learning how to do things with her vagina. As the fuck films continued, she caught them sucking and licking and doing it upside down.
"Aren't those wild fuck films?" he panted as he watched.
"You know it," she smiled, as she slid down his cock and continued fucking.
Her vagina muscles gripped his thrusting, sliding tool, and he rammed it to her.
She ground her hips around, instinctively knowing just what to do. She loved the feel of her tits on his knees, as she rested her body on his thighs.
"Baby, I love the way you play with my butt," she smiled, as she turned back to watch his hands manipulate her there, at his rod thrusting up her cunt.
"Fuck me, fuck me, ohh, ahh, yes, yes," Betty demanded, as Albert threw it to her. The two of them were enjoying the action intensely.
"Oh, I love your hands on my butt, baby, that's it! That's it! Yes, yes, ohh, ahh, yes, yes, yes!"
The huge throbbing cock exploded within her, and she ground and churned her hips around, enjoying it.
At last, the two of them were making it. As she churned, she came, and a moment later, he did, too. Together, they pushed against each other trying to derive all of the pleasures available.
"Ohh, ahh, yes, yes, fuck it, fuck, fuck, fuck!"
Together they juiced, and they enjoyed it immensely. Now Betty was delighted that she had gotten a good fucking. She liked the idea of doing it in a different position. As he pulled his meat out of her, he smiled at her.
"Baby, that was a good screw!"
"I'm glad you enjoyed it," she said, "of course, I wish I had my dog here so I could show you what I can do."
"I'm glad you didn't bring him," he said. "I think there's enough meat here to take care of you."
"You know," she said, looking at the TV screen now. "Look at that fuck." The girl was lying on her back, and both legs were rubbing on the man's behind as she flung them over there as he gave her a tight ass-fuck.
The carema closed in to reveal the point of connection. It was easy to see the huge cock sliding in the anal area.
"Oh, doesn't that just look juicy?" she smiled, "I think that would be all kinds of fun."
"Have you ever been ass-fucked before?" he asked her.
"No," she smiled, "I'm an ass virgin."
"Well, you won't be for long," he nodded.
"You want me to get in the position like that?"
"I sure as hell do," he told her. "Alright, baby," she said, "I'll get in that position."
She lay on her back and threw her legs up. As she lay there, he straddled her slowly. Then he remembered what his mother taught him. He spit in his hands, applying some of his spit to the head of his prick.
"Well, sweet baby," he nodded, "you're going to get it up the ass!"
"Don't hurt me," she insisted.
"Never you mind about that," he chuckled, "you just lie there and take this eight and a half incher!"
Slowly, he brought the head of his peter to her asshole, and slid it up there.
Faster and faster he thrust his tool into her. She loved the feel of it. She gripped it tightly and massaged it within her asshole.
"Oh, baby, I love that! Yes, baby, yes! Fuck me, fuck me!"
To her surprise, the huge tool sliding up her asshole didn't hurt. "I guess I was made for ass-fucking," she commented, "some of my girl friends say it hurts a lot!"
"Well," he said, "that's because they don't have the right guy fucking them. If a man knows how to stab the female asshole, he could do it without hurting too much!"
"Well, that sure is true," she smiled, "I'm enjoying this a lot!"
As he thrust away, sliding it in her asshole, he enjoyed the feel of her feet on his buttocks.
The television was still showing the color movies of the fuck films. At this moment, a woman was sliding her mouth over a man's prick. It was a delightful sight for Albert to see.
"Watch that woman suck," he said, "see how she does it? She lets her mouth drag over the head of the dick, yes, that's it!"
Being able to watch the movies was very stimulating. It was doubly stimulating to be fucking and sucking as they watched. Bending over, he put his mouth on hers and began licking. She loved being licked with his tongue, sliding about her tongue, her teeth, her mouth. Soon, she matched tongue jab for tongue jab, and he thrust away. With his ass getting her feet massage, he was enjoying himself enormously.
"Fuck me, baby, fuck me, baby!" she begged him, as she threw her pelvis up so that her ass could get his cock thrust.
"Baby, you're beautiful," he smiled, "Fuck it! Fuck it! Yes, that's it, that's how it's done! Oh, baby, I love it, I love it!"
The beautiful action continued until they were almost done. But she wanted to hold out for a second or two, enjoying the feeling of the sliding tool as it went in and out.
"Oh, honey, I'm almost there," he panted, as he pushed into her. "Faster, honey, faster! Yes, yes, that's it, oh, yes, baby!"
The hot cock exploded. Their action had brought them to that fantastic point.
"Oh, baby, fuck! Fuck! Yes, yes, ohhh, ahhh!"
They were there, both of them, and they were happy to have made it. Now they clasped each other, kissing and licking and loving.
"Honey, I love that ass-fuck," she assured him. Reaching down with her feet, she massaged his behind.
"Fuck it, honey, fuck it!"
She knew what it was to get a good screwing. She wanted it some more. "Baby, ball me again someday," she said, as he slid out.
Lying down beside her, he said, "Honey, I've got to tell you my secret."
"Sure, baby, you can tell me anything, you know that!"
"Do I, doll?" he asked.
"Oh, sure, lover, go ahead."
"Well," he said, "I sort of got into a predicament. I needed someone to fuck, and I.. . "
"What were you going to say, Albert?"
"Baby," he said, "I was going to tell you a thing or two about fucking my mother."
"Oh, no!" she shrieked. "You're a mother-fucker!"
He threw his hand over her mouth and pinched one of her tits real hard. "How dare you call me a mother-fucker, you dog-fucker!"
The girl cringed, turning almost blue from the pressure he was applying to her mouth. Finally, he pulled his hand off her.
"Well, what have you to say about yourself?" he angrily snapped.
"I'm sorry," she said, "you just surprised me. I never thought of you doing anything with your mom. Maybe, if you fucked a sheep or a goose or something like that, it wouldn't have taken me with such surprise. But I never thought of you, honey, as a mother-fucker."
"What kind of guy do you think of as being a mother-fucker?"
"Well," she said, "a real shy guy, one who doesn't want to go out. Yes, that's the kind of guy I always pictured as a mother-fucker."
"Well, you were wrong!" he smiled proudly. "My problem is, mom wants to go right on fucking."
"Why is that a problem?" she demanded, "That is, if you're enjoying it."
"Sure, I'm enjoying it," he said nervously now, "but I can't go on screwing my mother all of my life!"
"Well, that's true," she agreed.
"Yes, but how do I tell mom it's over?"
"You just say, mom, this fucking has to come to an end. It's curtains between you and me. Do you read me?"
"Yeah," he said, "I could tell her all that, but it wouldn't do any good. She has her own ideas, and she wants me. I don't know why she wants me."
"Because, baby," she said, "you're a good fucker. I want you, too."
"Do you really?" he smiled proudly, pushing her head down to his crotch.
"Sure I do," she said, "I'm pretty good with the tongue."
"Well, baby," he smiled, "I would appreciate a good tongue artist working me over."
"Where should I begin?"
"The asshole," he smiled.
"Well, I'd have to get into position for that. It isn't easy to do it this way."
"I'll help you out, honey," he said, throwing his ass up in the air and leaning on his elbows.
"Well, you are making it an easy thing to do now. I'll just stick my tongue there and lick. Isn't that it?"
"Sure, baby, that's it. Just suck ass and stick your tongue up there. Only stiffen your tongue first."
She went to work immediately, licking all around his quivering anus. Then she went to work stabbing his asshole. Faster and faster she stabbed it up his asshole. She went to town with such speed and rapidity that he thought he would flip out of his mind.
"Oh, suck it, suck that asshole. Yes, Betty, yes, suck my ass!"
Betty pumped his prick while she rimmed it. He was delighted that she could do so many wonderful erotic things for him.
"Oh, baby, that's beautiful," he panted. "That's what I like! That's it, eat it, eat that ass out, eat that asshole!"
She was delighted to eat his ass out, and the tongue stabbed way up there. Back and forth, back and forth, the tongue flashed.
Everything went fine, except the sucking had brought him to such a high feverish pitch, he had to have his balls licked and his cock sucked quick.
"Hey, baby doll," he smiled, "you'd better wrap your mouth around my dick quick."
She let her tongue slip out of his asshole and licked along his testicles. Licking up, she got to the head of the cock with her mouth. She sucked on the juicy head of the prick and soon he was ramming it to her.
"Suck that prick!" he panted. "Suck that prick! Oh, yes, baby, yes, suck that cock, suck that cock, oh, ahh, that's it! Suck that prick, suck that prick!"
The wild action that they were going through now was like a pagan love rite. She held the prick proudly as if she were worshiping it. Up and down she licked, and then around the head of it. He knew Betty had been well trained, or she couldn't suck a cock like that. Regardless of the fact that she claimed she was so innocent at first when he suggested a motel screw, he knew now she was an old pro.
"Suck that cock off," he demanded, "suck that prick for me. Yes? Betty, suck that prick! Suck it, suck, suck, suck!"
Faster and faster she sucked. Starting to cum, she could taste him. It tasted delicious to her tongue.
"Suck that cock, yes, suck! Suck that cock!"
At last, the cock exploded in her mouth. She sucked its juicy goodness, delighted to taste a man's sperm again. She especially liked his juicy, thick load. As she slid her mouth off his cock, she couldn't help commenting, "You know, baby, your real thick cream is driving me buggy."
"I'm glad you like it," he said, "and I hope you'll accept me as a good fucker, even if I am doing it with mom, too."
"That's alright," she smiled, "I have nothing against people doing different things. As a matter-of-fact, I've been thinking of doing something with a woman. Maybe you could arrange a three-way. I wouldn't mind taking care of your mom, too."
"I don't know about that," he said, "I don't know if mom would get jealous of you or not."
"Why should she get jealous?" she asked, rubbing her breasts playfully.
"You know why," he teased. "A young gal with tits like yours could drive my older fucker out of her mind."
"But she has no right to be jealous of you," Betty reminded him. "After all, she's your mom. She should be happy that you've found a girl who can service your sexual needs."
"Oh, don't get so technical about it all," he said, "Why don't you just say mom should be glad if I can find me a chick who can take care of my prick."
"Well," she said, "most moms should be proud and happy if their sons were screwing around with a nice clean girl like me."
"Well," he said, "you are a very attractive woman."
Now he had to make a decision. Should he introduce his girl friend to his mother or not? It was a difficult decision to make. Then, she got an idea.
"I think it would be a nice thing if I would bring my dog over," she said. "If your mother would like to have sex with my dog, she could."
"That's generous of you," he said to Betty, "but I'm not going to start mother on doing it with dogs."
"I think you're prejudiced," she said, "I really do!"
"I'm not prejudiced," he said, "if you want to fuck that dog, go ahead!"
"Well, that's not a nice attitude. I enjoy fucking my dog. You enjoy fucking your mom. So what?"
The two of them now were at odds. He was thinking of her as a very low person, and she was thinking of him as a twisted person.
"You know," she said, "I wish you'd fuck me one more time."
"How would you like it?"
"Well, let's think about it," she said, "I wish we had another round of those fuck films. We might get some ideas."
"Well, I'm not going to borrow five bucks more to see more screw films."
"No, but can't you remember some of the positions they used?"
"Maybe I can," he said.
He tried for a moment to think of some of the positions. Then he thought of one he had always thought of doing.
"How would you like it," he said, "if you got on the bed and threw your ass up and straddled me with your legs?"
"That sounds positively great," she agreed.
She got on the bed and put some pillows under her arms so she could throw her legs up. It was a strange sight to see. He was standing up and she was throwing her ass up to him. He gripped her buttocks as she supported herself with her arms and elbows on the pillow.
"Look in the mirror," he suggested. "Aren't we the fucking sight?"
Glancing in the mirror, Betty got a view of what she looked like with her ass up in the air and her legs straddling her lover. It really made her want to laugh.
"Quit laughing, damn it," he said. "I can't get my dick in you if you keep moving."
"Sorry about that," Betty smiled.
"Say, this is a great angle," he commented.
"But hurry and get it over with," she said, "all the blood is rushing to my head in this upside-down position."
"Alright," he said, "I'll fuck you fast!"
He drilled her cunt quickly, as he held her in this unusual position. He rammed it up there, and was amazed at how far he could get the cock in. No wonder people screwed in this position.
"Fuck it! Fuck that cock, oh yes, baby, fuck!" he demanded, as she pushed back to him.
Faster and faster they fucked, and the pleasure increased.
"Oh, fuck, baby, that's beautiful, fuck me," she smiled. "I love it! That's beautiful! Fuck, fuck, ohhh, ahh!"
They loved each other enormously. The positions they were in now pleased them both.
"Ohhh, ahhh, fuck! Fuck! Yes, ohhh, ohhh, yes!"
Faster and faster they did it. They were enjoying each other immensely. However, the juice was starting to squirt. In a moment the jet stream of sperm shot out of the head of his prick, and she juiced at the same time, too.
"Fuck it, Betty, fuck it! Yes, Betty, fuck, fuck, fuck!" he demanded, as he stood there drilling her from this strange position. She loved it so much she juiced, and together they wiggled with the sperm sliding them back and forth. Finally, he slid his tool out of her and she lay down.
"I'll bet I did it better than your mother ever did," she said, "that's a hell of a position for anybody to get in."
"You're a good girl, Betty," he told her, "you'll stand on your head for a fuck, won't you?"
"Yes, I will," she smiled proudly.
CHAPTER TEN
Now that he had had a nice affair with a young girl, he was a little turned off doing more with mom. However, she had her designs on him, and when he came home that night, she said, "Son, I have great news."
"Yeah, mom, what?"
"You remember, dear, we discussed having sex with another female."
"Yes, mom," he nodded.
"Well, I advertised in the underground press, and we've gotten some beautiful responses."
"Well, that sounds groovy. Read them off."
"First, dear, I'll read the ad I placed. The ad read, 'Wanted, a sophisticated older woman who would enjoy sex with mother and loving son'that ad, darling, brought us five marvelous responses. Just listen to this, 'Would love to join you, always felt totally uninhibited sex was healthiest. Know that I can probably add moments of pleasure and delight to your sex interludes for both of you."
"Did she send a picture?"
"Well, no, I never requested them to send a picture," she said, "I suppose it would have been a good idea. However, I wouldn't care to send a picture of us, would you?"
"No, it wouldn't be a good idea."
"That's what I thought," she said.
"What about the others?"
"Actually, dear, there was only one other worth bothering with."
"Why was that?"
"The others all wanted too much money," she explained.
"Haven't they got a nerve?" he sneered. "Imagine asking money for joining us in a good time."
"Well, that's what I think, it's ridiculous to pay for a little fun like we were planning."
"Tell me about that other woman who wrote," he said. "Maybe she would be for us."
"Alright, dear," she smiled, "the woman said she was double-gaited, and she said she would enjoy an AC-DC relationship. She thought the novelty of mother and son would make it more interesting. And she said we could go to her country estate."
"Oh, wow!" her son panted, "I can't wait to go!"
"That was what I thought you'd say," she smiled happily. "You see, dear, there are wealthy people, people of good standing who appreciate a novel sort of sexual arrangement, such as you and I have."
"I'm beginning to see the light," he smiled. "Mom, you're a marvel!"
"Kiss me, son," she smiled, putting her mouth out for an affectionate kiss.
"Yes, mom," he said, "you're a real sweetheart!"
He pressed his lips to hers, and they kissed like this for a moment. Suddenly she felt a strong urge to reach down and grab his prick. She obeyed her urge, and felt him there.
"Ummm, what a nice prick you have, my love," she said, "You've really got a tremendous hard-on tonight."
"Leave it alone," he said, "I don't need any more fucks."
"Why?" she demanded. "Have you been playing around on the side?"
"We're not married," he said, "You have no right to stop me from having some fun with another chick if I want to."
"No, son," she said disgustedly, "we're not married, but there are morals and scruples."
"You're one to talk," he said, "what morals do you have?"
"My own," she said, "and I will thank you not to insult me."
"I'll try not to, mom," he said testily.
At this point they were both at each other's throats. She was dying to know who he had been with. "You've been with another woman, haven't you?"
"What's it to you, mom?"
"Plenty, son," she said, "after all I've done for you, you're horsing around with somebody else. Here I'd placed an ad in the underground paper so we could have a nice little orgy. I don't want you to be screwing around with some cheap little cunt, and probably bringing home some disease."
"She was a cheap cunt, alright, and I probably won't get any disease from her."
"Tell me what she looked like," she demanded.
"I won't," he said angrily.
"Tell me what she looked like," she insisted. "I must know."
"Knock it off, mom," he said, "you don't have a ball and chain attached to me."
"Oh, yes I do," she said, "invisible strings of love tie us together."
"That's what you think," he snapped. "I don't know if I'm going to go fucking with you at that three way or not."
"Oh, no, don't disappoint me," she sobbed.
"Alright, mom," he said, walking over to her and stroking her hair as she sat on the sofa.
"Son," she smiled, "let me have a little suck."
"If it means so much to you, alright," he said, reaching down and unzipping his pants. He didn't know if he could pump it up after all the action he had had with Betty. However, he thought he might as well try to let her suck some life back into it.
"My, but you certainly aren't hard now," she said, "maybe it was an optical illusion."
"Pump some life back into it with your hot mouth, mom," he said.
"Alright, dear," she smiled.
She pulled the prick into her mouth and slowly started sucking. As she sucked on the head of the juicy joint, she noticed it was indeed hardening. Her confidence was restored, and she sucked harder.
"Easy does it," he said, "that's nice, smooth and easy."
She sucked smoothly, and as they went to town they enjoyed each other.
"Oh, dear, I wish you'd pull your pants off and go in the bedroom so we could have a real session," she said.
"Put your mouth back on that prick," he demanded.
"Alright, son," she agreed. However, she was reluctant in her agreement. The idea of having him bare-assed naked in the bed appealed to her the most. As she sucked away, obediently doing as he had told her, he thought perhaps he was being unfair, not giving her the treat she wanted so badly.
"Alright, mom," he agreed, "I'll let you eat my ass out if you want to first."
"Marvelous," she assured him, "I can't wait to really get some tongue-licks in."
"You'll get your chance," he assured her.
Together they went into the bedroom, his huge cock flipping out between his fly. Once they were in the bed, they were ready to go to town.
"Oh, baby, that's it, that's it, yes, yes," he told her, as he got on the bed bare-assed naked, and pushed his butt in her face. She gripped his buttocks, and kept her tongue stiffened as she stabbed it in and out his hot asshole. She enjoyed reaching down to massage his rod and play with his testicles while she sucked away at the ass, building him to a fever pitch of climax.
"Oh, mom, that's beautiful," he panted, and he realized then she was doing much more than Betty had done. Betty, apparently knew very little about sex. If she did know about ass-sucking, why didn't she volunteer? No doubt about it, his mother's tongue could stab his asshole like nobody else.
"Oh, mom, better cup your mouth on my cock," he told her. "I'm about ready to juice!"
They flipped over, and she put her mouth back over his rod. As she sucked on the tool, she did a superb job. Lavishing it with juicy sucking, she let her lower lip vibrate over the head of the prick.
"Suck that cock, suck it! That's it, suck, suck, suck!"
Back and forth the prick went as she sucked. "Oh, that's it, suck it! Suck that prick! Yes, yes, suck, suck, suck!"
They were flipping out as the action went on. They needed this moment of fucking and sucking.
"Ohhh, ahhh, yes, yes, suck! Suck! Oh, ah, that's what I want!"
Now her mouth was full of cum. As the hot juicy white cum dripped from the sides of her mouth, she became more and more excited. She loved the feel of him juicing, and she sucked for dear life. His hands went down to her head as he held her there.
This was what she wanted to do, and she enjoyed it immensely.
Faster and faster the action had continued until that boiling point when the hot volcano erupted in her mouth, much to her complete pleasure. Sliding her mouth off her son's cock, she lay down, confident that no other female could have done him up as well as she had. She was proud of her ass-sucking capabilities, and very proud of her cock-sucking achievements. She had no doubt that she would score high in any contest, if such a contest were held.
"When are we going to go to that country estate?"
"The weekend, of course," she said, "Rich people love to have their guests come out for the entire weekend."
"Have you been in touch with this female?"
"I certainly have," she said, "She's really a very lovely person. Valerie is her name, and you'll love her, too."
"I'm sure I will, if she's shapely, has a nice pair of tits, and a real good tight pussy."
"Those are the qualifications of whether or not you like a woman, aren't they, son?" she smiled.
"Right on, mom," he nodded. "For example, I wouldn't be fucking you if you didn't have a good shape to you."
"You're such a sweet son," she said, patting his cheek affectionately.
The weekend came, and with it came new hopes, new joys for Leslie McGrath and her loving son, Albert. Leslie went out and bought a new outfit so she would look her very best. Her son also got all dressed up so he could make it, too. Then, they went together in her car to the suburban estate. As they entered the grounds of the estate, he couldn't help marveling at the size of the house.
Driving up the hill, they went to the circle drive, to the garages beyond. Then they went to the front door where a maid greeted them.
"Come right in," the maid said, with a smile on her face. "Miss Valerie is expecting you."
"Good afternoon," she said, "I'm Leslie McGrath, and this is my son Albert."
"I'm so glad to meet you," Valerie said.
Valerie was indeed a glamorous woman. She was wearing a very skimpy swimming suit, and looked as though she was ready to take a dip.
"Would you all like to go swimming?" she asked, "The maid is just leaving, and I think perhaps a swim would be nice for now."
"I would love to take a dip," young Albert agreed, "but I didn't bring a swimsuit."
"Baby, wait till the maid goes and you won't need one."
"An excellent idea," his mother agreed.
"Well, Miss Valerie, I'll be going now," the maid said as she left.
"Have a nice weekend, Pearl," she said.
"I sure will," Pearl replied.
Pearl gave the eye to Albert and his mother, Leslie, as she walked out. She sized them up, and she had a pretty good idea of what was going on. Valerie, however, always carefully guarded anything that might give the clue to her maid, as to the type of woman she really was. However, now and then, the maid got a certain feeling that all was not as it should be.
When the maid was gone, Valerie suggested, "Let's go skinny-dipping."
"Alright," Albert replied, "Last one in is a monkey's uncle!"
"That's not fair," his mother replied, "Valerie is already in her swimsuit."
"But I'm not in my birthday suit," she giggled, "not yet!"
"But you will be before I can pull my panties and bra off," his mother said in anger. She didn't think the whole affair was getting off to a good start, with an unfair little nudie contest like this going on. However, she did manage to get everything off, and run out toward the pool quicker than either her son or Valerie. As she jumped into the pool, she thought at least she wasn't the monkey's uncle; however, as she raised her head and looked back at her naked son pressing his body against Valerie's naked body, she thought she was a jackass instead.
"Come out, the water's fine," she called out. "Hurry up!"
Together the lovers came rushing toward the water. When she got a look at her son's prick, standing up like that, she was disgusted. The nerve, she thought, of what was going on.
"Well, baby," she said, "where were you two?"
"Your son was kissing me," she said, "you're such an affectionate mother to teach him to kiss. So many young boys I've made it with don't bother to kiss anymore, except for the pussy."
"I know," she said, "I've tried to bring him up right."
"Right on," she said, "I can see that."
"I've got a groovy mom," he said, "and if you're double-gaited, you'll find out what a fantastic time you can have with her."
Now the girls were rejoicing, for they had a young boy to make it with.
"Are you ready?" he said, "as I want to fuck under water."
"I would just love that," his mother replied, "Where, dear?"
"The shallow end," he said, "but I want to fuck Valerie at the shallow end and you at the deep end if you make any more trouble for me."
"Is that a nice way to talk to your mother?"
"Only kidding, mom," he smiled at her, "now Valerie, get over here at the shallow end so I can stick it in you."
"He doesn't waste any time, does he?" Valerie observed.
"No, he's a fast fucker," she replied.
It didn't take long for him to slide his tool in her as they stood at the shallow end of the pool. To have the water rushing between their bodies as they fucked away, added enormously to the pleasure.
"Dear, if you want to get a dildo, you could do it up my asshole, while he'd giving me a fuck!"
"What a lovely thought," his mother thought, "I think that would be just wonderful."
"Alright, you'll find a dildo up in my dresser in my bedroom."
"Where is your bedroom?"
"Above the den," she said, "over there!"
Valerie was pointing, while Albert was fucking her.
"Slow down, stud," his mother told him, as she hurried out of the pool to get the dildo so she could give Valerie her ass-fuck. What a lovely woman, she thought, as she raced up to the bedroom to fetch the dildo. So nice of her to think of me, and adding me to the orgy action. So many women wouldn't give a thought to a mother who wanted to screw her son, too. Yet, Valerie wasn't that way. She was obviously a mature, sophisticated, broad-minded and a sexual rebel.
"I found it, I found it," she said, as she came back with the dildo. Now she was putting it on herself, and having some difficulty.
"You put it around the other way," Valerie explained, as she got the dildo straps tangled. Straightening out the dildo straps, she got herself ready for the fuck.
"Like this, darling?" she demanded.
"Yes, that's it!" she assured her. Now the women were ready for their fuck.
"Oh, baby, that's beautiful! I love it! Yes, yes, fuck, fuck!"
As she clutched at her girlfriend and thrust the dildo in there, and her son stabbed her cunt, she had to look at him and marvel. What a handsome young man he was, and how he was growing up to enjoy sex in all of its various delights. She was so glad that she had brought him up to be sexually educated. She resented so much these people who didn't train their children in the ways of sex, and let them go out into the world totally ignorant of how to use their sexual organs.
"Oh, mom, what a pussy she has!"
"I'll be flashing green with envy, darling, if you keep that up," she giggled nervously. Maybe it wasn't such a good idea to introduce Albert to another woman. Maybe she was making one hell of a mistake. Nevertheless, she decided she would go right on doing her dildo-fuck, up Valerie's asshole.
"Slow down," Valerie insisted, as she turned to tell her, "that drilling is more torture than pleasure, dear!"
"Sorry about that, honey," she said, thinking perhaps she wanted to give her the shaft in more ways than one, for loving her son.
"Thank you, baby," Valerie said, "that's better!"
The trio was going to town in the water, when suddenly Pearl, the maid, burst back.
"I forgot something," she said, glancing out toward the pool. Walking by, she didn't pay any attention to what was going on. However, she did tell Valerie, "Don't forget to send out for the laundry. I didn't get a chance to call them for it."
"Thank you, dear," she said as Pearl raced by, not giving her the eye. "We'll probably need some more sheets before the night is over."
"Have a happy weekend," Pearl said.
Finally, Albert's cock exploded in her. She ground her hips around in a good tempo. Suddenly she saw her husband whom she was divorcing, come charging out as Pearl disappeared around the corner.
"Hi, honey," he smiled, and then he pressed the button on his flash camera. "These will look nice in court!"
"Get the hell out of here," she shrieked. "Pearl, you bitch, you put him up to this-"
"Don't blame her, luv," Rodney chuckled, "Blame yourself! After all, you never were faithful to me more than five minutes. But I needed some court evidence, and I want to thank all three of you for helping me."
"Damn you," Valerie shrieked in a rage, "Get the hell out of here before I kill you!"
"So long, honey-see you in court," her husband smiled without humor as he turned around and left them.
Albert was frustrated. He wanted to finish his fuck, yet he didn't know how Valerie felt after that. Leslie figured this was a good time to pull her son away from the super-sexed female, and she made her pitch.
"Now, dear, I don't suppose you want us to go on screwing you, do you, luv?"
"Yes, dammit," Valerie snapped, "I've been fucked every other way today-but the right way! Go ahead, Albert, fuck me!"
Albert was delighted to continue, and as he went on drilling her, Leslie rammed the shaft up her behind, only wishing the dildo was twice as long as it was.
