Traditionally no relationship is stronger than that of a mother and her child.
The mother quite often forms a protective attitude relating to her son at an early age, and as the young boy begins to develop, sometimes the protective bonds, rather than weakening as time elapses, become that much more secure.
A youngster that I recently interviewed confided the following to me:
"As much as I like my mother, sometimes I wish I could be away from her and in the presence of somebody who didn't really give a damn about me.
"Isn't that kind of a strange comment?" I asked him.
"In a way it is, but here's what I mean. My mother cares too much. She's so concerned about everything I do, that she's just sitting there poised all the time. In other words, she wants to know everything I'm doing. I don't buy that kind of scene. You know, I've got to grow up and lead my own life eventually. I'm not gonna be able to do it with my mother looking over my shoulder. So I'd like to find out what it would be like just being around somebody who would let me do my own thing. Somebody who didn't care as much about me."
Sometimes the bonds between mother and son can become so strong that they extend into the realm of sex. That is what this study is all about. In the following five case histories, I have utilized documented cases to relate to the readers just what can often happen in a relationship between a mother and her son.
In these case histories I have confined my research efforts to boys in the pre-teen years of eleven and twelve. My strategic reason for doing so is that I felt that they were in a particularly unique category in terms of their dealings with their mothers. They had not yet reached the point of adolescence, but, on the same token, they could not be considered to be children any longer. They occupied positions in that very tenuous way station of life in which they were no longer actually children, but not young men either. A number of them, however, as the readers will notice, conducted themselves in certain respects like young men. They proved to be sensitive individuals with finely developed brains, and the thought would often occur to them that they were getting too closely involved with their mothers. But at the bottom most of them felt a certain helplessness, and the greater the degree to which their mothers would become attached to them, to that same degree they were willing to succumb to her charms.
A young man of twelve confided the following to me recently:
"I never realized just how close I was to mom until one day when we were both alone in the house. I couldn't believe what was happening. Here I see this beautiful woman walking toward me. Sure, I knew my mother was good looking. I'd heard it not only from men, but from even my friends at school. I remember one day I almost belted this kid, a good friend of mine, who was telling me that his father, a widower, would have given anything to go out with my mother. He started saying it all in a teasing way and it really got to me. I told him to cut it out. Well, anyway, there she was, moving toward me."
"Did you realize right at that point what she probably wanted?"
"Oh sure. She had this look in her face. I mean, there was really no way to mistake it. She was just telling me that she wanted me, and I guess I gave her the same kind of look back."
"Are you sure?"
"Not completely. You know how it goes. Unless you've got a mirror handy, you don't know exactly what kind of expression you have on your face. But I'm pretty sure I was giving her that same kind of expression she was giving me. She did look beautiful. I mean, it was getting to the point where I just couldn't stand it."
"Did you have sex with her on that occasion?"
"Yeah, but not in exactly the way that I figured would happen."
"I don't know what you mean by that. I wish you would elaborate."
"Sure, I'd be glad to. Anyway, here's what did happen. As I was just sitting there, my cock getting harder every second, she just reached down and unzipped my fly. She began running her fingers over it real slow. Like she didn't want to let things get out of hand. She wanted to control them. She wanted to make sure she didn't do too much too fast, if you know what I mean."
"Yes, I understand your point. Just how far did she go with you on that occasion?"
"She fingered my cock for a while. She kept moving her fingers over it. She was playing with it like it was some kind of precious instrument. Well hell, I guess it is. I should think it was a precious instrument. That's really what a cock is. At any rate, she kept on moving her fingers around it. She kept right on doing that until I could see I was moving close to orgasm."
"Did you tell her that?"
"Oh, sure I did," he laughed, enjoying so much recounting the incident. "I kept telling her she was gonna jerk the thing right off. That didn't bother her one bit. If anything, I guess it encouraged her that much more. She kept on moving her fingers, probing against my dick, running them sharply against my cock. She kept right on going, manipulating her fingers until finally I couldn't hold out any more. I just let out this loud sigh, and right then and there the cock juices started to spill from my dick."
"Did you get a tremendous feeling of satisfaction from it? By that I mean, you didn't feel any embarrassment of any kind knowing that it was your mother who brought you off?"
"Not one bit. After it was all over, though, I started thinking about it. I wondered if maybe I hadn't done something terribly wrong. I don't know. It's possible that I did. But it sure was fun."
"Did you have sex with her after that?"
"Oh, yes. I certainly did. We started going farther after that. It was like mom wanted to condition me. She didn't want me to go too far too fast. So we just kept working more and more into it, until finally we were all set to go all the way."
"Have you ever felt strange about your relationship with your mother?"
"I really have. I don't know. Sometimes I think I should be embarrassed, and other times I figure what the hell, if we both enjoy it, that's really all that counts. She is a beautiful woman, and every time I'm out with my friends and they mention that, I keep thinking to myself that they would flip if they knew just how involved our relationship is."
Over the course of the last year or two, a greater degree of consciousness has been focused on the woman in our complex American society, particularly the housewife.
A number of housewives, it has been discovered, are frustrated in ways that they were not willing to reveal in by-gone years. But with researchers progressing further than ever, and with the tell-it-like-it-is attitude being so prevalent in the country today, women who had suppressed their feelings in the past are now becoming exceedingly vociferous.
This phenomenon is mentioned in reference to the women who will be covered in the following study. A number of them fall into the basic category of frustrated housewife, who is disenchanted with her husband. A number of these women would formerly have been willing to just endure their harsh fates, but no longer is that the case.
In a recent discussion with a housewife of forty-two, I extracted the following comments:
"Sure, I've had sex with my boy a few times. I've enjoyed it, too."
"How about your husband? What kind of a relationship do you have with him?"
"It's kind of a distant one," she shook her head. "Oh, we have our sex, but generally we do it just once a week, on Saturday night, and it's done always in the same old way. There's really nothing exciting about what we do. It's the same old crap. I get so tired of it. And the pity of it all is that he's so unimaginative. He thinks that just the old face-to-face intercourse once a week is plenty. Well, maybe it is for him. I'm looking for something a little more meaningful."
"Do you find it in your sex relationship with your son?" I probed further.
"I really do," she nodded. "You see, he's to the point now where he's willing to try just about anything. I like the fact he has an open mind.
That's one thing nobody could ever claim my husband has. His mind is as closed as hell. That's why I find him so dull. But you take my son. Oh, there's just no way to stop him once he gets rolling. He loves all kinds of beautiful sex acts, and the more times that we do it, the better he gets. Sometimes I'll suggest something new, and sometimes he will. It's like a continuing game. We'll switch positions, we'll switch acts, we're always doing something different. Thank goodness my husband is too dumb to see through a lot of things. Otherwise he probably would figure that I would be getting some sex somewhere on the side."
"Did it occur to you to have sex with another man rather than your own son, since your husband is not apparently giving you enough satisfaction?"
"Yes, I've thought of that, but I've rejected it," the woman replied emphatically. "You see, in order to go out and have sex with another man, I'd have to leave my family for a while. I'd have to start circulating. If I did that, people would start talking. I don't see any way that I could bring it off without somebody finding out. So that would pose great problems. There are all kinds of problems that I would face. But I'll tell you. As long as I confine it to sex with my son, nobody's gonna be any the wiser. Hell, if a strange man walked into the house and stayed any length of time, these nosey neighbours would know all about it and word would get around in all the back-yard-fence conversations. But who the hell is gonna get suspicious of my son being in the house with me? That's one of the beauties of this relationship. You can keep these damned busybodies in the dark. And that's exactly where I intend to keep them."
In the following case histories, one will notice a variety of experiences and feelings existing between the young boys and their mothers. The motivations behind the sex acts also differ. I did my best to select case histories that were representative of a particular point of view. I wanted to the best of my ability to present a series of cases that would confront the question of sex between pre-teen boys and their mothers as definitively as could be.
My only regret in compiling a study of the type which follows is that in the process of so doing I was forced to bypass a number of interesting cases in the interests of brevity. The case histories that do appear, however, were those that I found the most fascinating and instructive from the standpoint of enhancing the reader's educational insight into this subject.
CASE ONE
Barry R., was my subject for Case One. A mature but sensitive young boy of twelve, Barry was at first extremely shy about discussing his relationship with his mother.
After a good deal of probing, however, Barry was willing to reveal everything in a definitive framework. The more that he discussed with me, the more fascinating the details of his story became.
The following is Barry's story as told by him in his own words:
My mother is absolutely beautiful. She's a groovy blonde with creamy skin, and she's got the kind of figure that makes men's heads turn every- where that she goes.
She was pretty young when she married dad, and I was the only kid that grew out of the marriage. Right now dad's almost fifty, and I had the definite feeling that he just wasn't able to keep up with mom. For one thing, he works as a traveling-sales executive, and that means he's away from home quite a bit of the time. But even when he is home, he has to stay late at the office quite a bit of the time.
I've heard from dad so many times about pressures of working as an executive, but I didn't realize how bad it truly was until a few months ago. I remember one night after I had done my homework, watched a little television, and had gone to bed. I didn't want to say anything to mom, but I could see that she was troubled. It showed. She had this look of concern on her face. It was frozen there, like it just wouldn't go away no matter what.
As I went to bed, I was so troubled by mom's troubled feelings that I could hardly sleep. Just about the time that I was beginning to doze off, I heard loud sounds coming from my folks' bedroom.
At first I tried to shrug the whole thing off, figuring that they were just having an argument. But it was really terrible. They were making all kinds of awful sounds, like they were yelling at each other.
I'm not generally a nosey person, but this really got me. I decided I'd tiptoe toward the door and open it. If I opened by own bedroom door just enough, just a bare crack I figured, then I would find out what was happening in the other room.
When I did, I started hearing the voices distinctly, and they had quite a lot to say. I could hear mom, and from the sound of things, she was crying. Her voice was trembling anyway, real bad.
"I just don't know what we're gonna do, Ed," she said to my dad. This really isn't a marriage any more. We just live under the same roof, that's all, and a lot of the time you're not even under the roof."
"Eileen, you're exaggerating things."
"Like hell I am," my mother said, continuing in a trembling voice. "What you're saying is just so awful. You come home drunk like this so much of the time. Why is it that you feel like you've got to drink."
"Socializing is part of my job, honey," dad chuckled uncomfortably.
"Not that kind of socializing. Don't tell me that your boss wants you to go out and get smashed."
"You know how it goes. One just happens to lead to the other."
"How about my womanly desires?" I heard mom ask him. "Don't they count at all? After all, I'm a young woman and I'm very attractive. I do need some sex outlet."
"What are you trying to tell me? That if I don't give you exactly what you want, that maybe you'll go out and find some young stud?"
"I didn't say that, you did. But I think you clearly understand that I wouldn't have trouble going out and finding a man. Either somebody my own age, a little older, or even younger."
"I can just see you now. Ill come home one day and find some young college stud, maybe a well-hung football player, pumping his prick into your pussy."
"That was totally uncalled for."
"Well, you're talking like that's what you wan."
"No, I didn't say that at all. As a matter of fact, you failed to grasp the point I was making. I was just saying that it's terribly frustrating when I see men looking at me all the time, and I realize that at home I really don't have any consistent outlet at all."
"Oh, my. So what do you want Some guy who just sticks it into you all the time? Are you sex obsessed?"
"Not at all. It's just that I need some attention. I desperately need it I am a woman, you know."
"I've noticed that" dad chuckled.
I could tell the way that dad was kind of slurring his words that he'd had quite a bit to drink. I was sure, too, that mom was crying. I felt so sorry for her. Actually I kind of felt sorry for both of them. Dad's really a pretty good sort of guy once you get to know him, but he's moody. That's where he's different from mom. She's nice all the time.
"I really do need some sex," mom said. "I need it tonight."
"All right, so I'll see what I can do about it."
I listened and noticed that everything started to fall into silence. I could hear sounds of clothes rustling, though, and I figured that they were getting undressed.
A few minutes later, I could hear sounds of panting. Then I did something I knew I shouldn't have done. But my curiosity was aroused top much. I got up from the bed and started tiptoeing toward their room down the hall. I figured Fd stand right outside the door, and that maybe I could catch just a peek of what was going on.
There was a convenient crack in the door where I could see everything without being the least bit conspicuous. I peeked through that crack and observed dad climbing out of his shorts. But as my eyes passed beyond that, I could gee mom wiggling out of her silky white panties. She had as perfect a body as anybody could hope to find. I mean, I didn't know too much about sex then, but I'd been out to the beach enough times to see girls with really good-looking shapes. But mom could hold her own with any of them. I could see where she was so frustrated about dad not giving her more attention. She was the kind of woman who could get guys to do precisely what she wanted them to just about any time she wanted it.
As she removed her panties, she just lay there on the bed, her legs trembling slightly. It looked like she was excited. I'd seen a few other couples make it, usually brothers and sisters of guys that I knew. We would peek through doorways and observe them having sex, and a few times after pot parties, they would just let us watch, not really giving a damn.
As mom lay there, she reached down and began stroking her pussy. She did it slowly, warming up as best she could to what was going to happen.
At that point dad walked toward the bed. He leaned forward, sliding his body inside it. His cock wasn't the least bit hard, and as mom looked at him, a pained expression crossed her face.
"It's not hard," she said.
"See if you can get it that way."
I'll jerk on it."
"That's right. Pump your fingers up and down it Let's just see if you can't get it hard. Let's just see if you can't push it up there all the way. Then I'll give you a beautiful fuck."
"Hang on. I'll move my fingers over it"
"Oh, yeah. I want you to."
Mom reached over with her right hand, letting her fingers slip over the tip of dad's cock. She tried as best she could, working her fingers eagerly, determined to get him as erect as she could.
"Keep it going," dad said. "Oh, keep stroking my cock, baby. Yes, I want that kind of groovy action. You can bring my prick up. Just keep sliding your fingers. Slide them over my cock. Run them quickly, baby. Oh, yeah, give me lots of action. Give me beautiful action."
Back and forth mom kept up her stroking. Pretty soon she began extending it to the full length of dad's cock. She still couldn't seem to bring it up. She then abandoned the fingering effort over his dick, letting her fingers go to work over his balls. As she scraped her fingers against his testicles, she worked briskly, doing all she could to help dad.
"Do it faster," dad said with frustration. He had a look of embarrassment, and I really can't blame him. He wanted to get hard, but he wasn't doing it "Just work your fingers a little quicker, baby. That's all you need to do. Oh, I want to feel the excitement. I want you to get my cock up there as high as it'll go. Then I'm gonna give you such a great fuck."
Dad was trying to give himself a pep talk. He was telling mom all that she was gonna get once his cock got hard, but the big question was whether it was gonna get hard at all. She kept working her fingers over his balls, but nothing happened. His cock remained the same.
Mom then slipped her tongue down toward his testicles. She moved her tongue back and forth over them, and as she did so she tried to generate as much excitement within him as she could. But she wasn't having any success with that either. And now dad really looked frustrated. He looked like he wanted to find a hole somewhere to crawl into.
"Maybe if you'll try and suck," dad suggested. That might do it, honey. Come on, Eileen baby, suck my balls. Run your tongue over them. That ought to get me excited. Sure it will. Come on and run your tongue over them."
She slipped her tongue down toward dad's testicles. Back and forth she moved her tongue, sliding it eagerly, asserting herself as best she could in attempting to bring dad's cock up to full length.
"Oh, a little quicker," he said. "Come on, baby, oh, drive your tongue. Give it some real enthusiasm. Oh, you're putting out. I'm gonna do it. I'm gonna get it up there, then I'm gonna give you a fuck you won't believe. I'm gonna give you a great screw. Oh, I really want to fuck you."
But as mom kept on running her tongue over dad's balls, it became more apparent that he wasn't going to get it up at all. Mom even decided to take one step beyond what she was doing. She started to work her tongue over his cock, running it up and down the full length of his organ.
"Oh, massage my tool with your tongue," dad begged. "Honey, oh, I really want you to do it. Come on, baby. Suck me. Oh, run your tongue over my dick. Oh, honey, that's nice. I really like it Suck me off, baby. Oh, suck it."
But there was no way that mom was going to succeed in sucking dad off. The cock just wouldn't get hard. Pretty soon dad's face began to turn white. I really felt sorry for him. I could see how embarrassed he was. He had had quite a bit of alcohol, and the booze had made him unable to get his cock up. Maybe that and the fact that he was tired.
Mom finally removed her tongue from his cock.
"I could try it again after I've rested my tired tongue, but I don't think it's gonna work," she said sadly.
"I .guess not" dad said, dropping his head. "And I wanted sex so bad."
"I can always eat out your box, baby. I'll do that As a matter of fact, it's the least that I can do for you."
"All right. I really do need to go off, dear."
Then hang on, baby. I'll bring you off."
"You know, I had a nice shower just before you came home. I'm nice and clean. I even put some perfume around my snatch. I put it somewhere else, too, right around my ass-hole. I'd like to have you slip your tongue inside my ass crack and really suck me there."
"Oh, sure. Ill eat out your ass-hole."
"Good, I'd like it any time you're ready."
"Sure thing."
Dad dropped his head down toward mom's ass. I watched him flick his tongue back and forth around her left ass cheek. I couldn't help but be excited as I watched the way that he manipulated her tongue over her curvaceous buttock. After all, it was as perfectly shaped an ass as I had ever seen.
"Run your tongue over my butt" mom sighed as she flipped her ass cheeks back and forth. "Come on, baby. Oh, really move your tongue. This is a wonderful feeling, sweetheart Ah, I like it. Suck my butt Oh, come on and really work your tongue. Come on and suck my butt."
He kept up his thorough ass cheek sucking for a few minutes, then switched his tongue over to her other buttock. He kept attacking her ever so vigorously, driving his tongue back and forth. She enjoyed every movement that he supplied.
"Oh, honey, you can suck my ass-hole now," she exclaimed. "I'm getting horny now. Extra horny You've got to work your tongue inside my ass-hole. Come on, baby. Do it, Penetrate my ass. Oh, really let your tongue fly. I want to feel those wonderful sensations. The kind that you can give me. Come on and suck out my ass."
He slipped his tongue forward, permitting it this time to enter inside her anus. As he worked it ever so effectively, driving it back and forth, she enjoyed the thrusting efforts. He kept up his hot, stabbing thrusts. The quicker that he propelled his tongue as he asserted it deep inside her hot ass-hole, the more that mom enjoyed it. I could tell from the way her whole body was shaking. It trembled wildly, and dad picked up on her enthusiasm, driving his tongue that much faster.
It was like dad was on to one fact, that since he couldn't please mom in the way that she wanted it, that at least he could do his best to give her as many sensations as he could. He couldn't get his cock up, but he could do a good job of sucking out her mound.
So the ass licking continued, and all the while I could see that mom was getting closer to the point where she'd have to have him suck her pussy.
Dad finally reached up with his right hand, guiding his fingers inside her snatch. While his fingers kept asserting themselves against her hot pubic mound, his tongue kept driving forward, plunging eagerly inside her ass-hole.
"Oh, you ass licker, keep it up," mom said. "Oh, Ed, keep sucking me. Drive it, baby. Oh, I like it. Oh, your tongue is so good. Keep it driving. Sweetheart, oh, I really do want it. Baby, oh, you've got to suck me. You've got to keep on sucking me."
A few brilliant tongue stabs later, she was all set to explode. As she lay there, mom felt compelled to call out.
"Okay, Ed, work your tongue around my mound," she gasped. "Come on and eat out my box, baby. Oh, I want it, I really do want it. Oh, honey, come on and suck me. Suck out my pussy. Oh, baby, I've got to go off. I need to shoot off the juices. Come on, sweetie, work your tongue inside it. Love me. Oh, go after my box. Suck out my mound. Drive your tongue, baby. Oh, you've really got to do it. Come on, honey, oh, baby, come on and suck me. Suck my pussy. Oh, do it, drive your tongue. You've really got to drive it."
Dad was all set. He reached out and grabbed mom's thighs. He held on firmly, clutching at them while he dropped his head down between her legs. He was all set to begin stabbing his tongue against her pussy.
"Run your tongue over my pussy hair for a little bit," mom exclaimed.
I watched as dad ran his tongue ever so tan-talizingly over mom's pussy hairs. I couldn't help but get excited as I watched. Mom was so damned beautiful, and as dad titillated her pussy hairs with his tongue movements, she began flipping her butt around It really looked groovy, those cream pitcher ass cheeks as they flailed back and forth while dad kept up his action.
"That's good," mom sighed. "Now you can really cut loose, baby. Oh, start running your tongue inside my mound. I want you to eat out my box. Come on, sweetheart. Oh, eat out my pussy. Baby doll, oh, suck out my mound. Sweetheart, oh, suck it out. Drive your tongue, sweetie. Oh, I really do want it. Oh, honey, darling, suck out my pussy."
Dad began wielding his tongue as quickly as he knew how. He kept flipping it back and forth, driving it deep inside mom's snatch. All the while her hips began to swing even quicker than before. She was getting all the wild tongue action from dad as he kept on guiding her ever closer to orgasm.
"Finger my ass," mom finally exclaimed. "I want you to plunge your finger into my ass-hole, darling.
Oh, just shove it up there. Shove it up between my buns. Finger my ass-hole, darling. Oh, come on and do it, baby. Yes, darling, oh, finger my ass, suck my mound."
As dad kept up his steady tongue pace, driving his tongue eagerly inside mom's pussy, he kept on flipping his finger ever deeper into her ass-hole. He plunged hard, shoving his finger ever deeper, sucking her pussy all the while.
"Oh, I'm getting closer, I'm getting so close," mom said. "Come on, baby. Keep sucking my mound. Oh, drive me to climax. Baby, oh, you're gonna bring me off. Sweetheart, oh, come on and do it. Oh, work your tongue over my gash. Suck me, baby. Oh, drive your tongue. Work it inside me. Oh, darling, I'm gonna go. I'm gonna juice. I'm gonna shoot. Sweetheart, Oh, I really am. Here I go. Here go the juices. Oh, they're shooting, sweetheart. They really are. Oh, eat me baby, oh, eat it. Eat the pussy juice."
While dad kept on manipulating his finger inside mom's ass-hole. I watched the juices shoot from her pussy and into his waiting mouth. He went after her load, digesting her pussy droplets, eager to be receiving every one of them.
When he turned his tongue loose from mom's hot mound, dad still looked embarrassed. He knew he couldn't get his cock up. She looked over at his penis, observing that it wasn't the least bit hard. It really bothered both of them, but they didn't say anything.
At that point I slipped away, going back to my room. I tried to get to sleep, but I couldn't. I kept thinking about what I had seen.
I finally did doze off in the wee hours of the morning. The next afternoon when I got back from school, I found mom sitting in the living room. Her eyes were misty with tears.
"What's the matter, mom?" I asked sympathetically, sitting down next to her on the sofa.
"I'm not feeling so good, dear. Maybe I shouldn't tell you this, but in some ways things haven't been going well between your father and me."
"What's the problem, mom?"
"Well, a lot of it's very personal. The kind of things that I just wouldn't want to discuss with a boy your age."
"Does it involve sex?" I found myself blurting out.
Mom looked at me strangely. "Why do you say that."
"It just made me wonder."
"Maybe you're not as young as I though."
"We learn a lot at school, mom. And we learn a lot more just talking with our friends."
"I guess you're right. When I was your age, dear, I didn't know from nothing. But now things are different. The young kids are very alert. They know what they're doing. Honey, I don't know, I just feel that things have been going so badly. Your father just isn't around much of the time, and even when he is things don't go too well. I just don't know how to resolve it at all."
"Try not to let it really bother you, mom."
"I try. But it isn't easy."
"I know how things can get."
"Honey, you're such a fine son. I really do like you. You're so sweet."
"I've got the most beautiful mom in the world," I looked at her and smiled, believing every bit of what I was saying.
"Oh, honey, I feel so good with you just sitting here. You're such a strong young man."
"I could kiss you, mom."
"I wish you would."
I leaned forward, planning to give my mother an affectionate but diplomatic kiss. I didn't want to plunge my lips against hers too hard. But as my lips met hers, she came on a lot stronger than I thought she ever would. She met my lips with a solid effort of her own. They thrust good and hard against mine, and as our lips collided, she reached out and began running her fingers through my hair.
At that point my prick thrust out. It was as hard as a rock, and I couldn't ever remember being that excited in my young life.
When mom removed her lips from mine, she thrust her tongue between her lips.
"I want inside your mouth," she said. "I need you, my dear. Oh, if you only knew how bad I really do need you."
She penetrated her tongue forward, permitting it to slip inside my mouth. Back and forth she darted it with great speed, letting it propel against my hot tongue. All the while I felt great waves of enthusiasm circulating through my whole body. I just couldn't have been more excited then I was right at that very second.
Mom removed her tongue from my mouth, and as she did so her eyes took hold of my crotch. They sparkled as they came into contact with my hard dick.
"Oh, my, darling, but you really have a hard-on," she said. "I want to reach down and touch it"
The trembling fingers of her right hand reached down toward my fly. She unzipped my trousers, then reached inside my shorts. Her fingers fervently tugged at my dick, and soon she was removing my dick from my shorts. She held it firmly in her fingers, then suddenly threw her body down from the sofa and onto the rug. She knelt there on the rug, and as she did she let her fingers glide around my penis.
She started out by allowing her fingers to project against the tip of my cock, but pretty soon she enthusiastically slid them up and down the full length of my hard, throbbing tool.
"Oh, baby, what a pecker you have," mom sighed. "You're really turned on, aren't you?"
"I guess so," I gulped, so overcome that I hardly knew what I was doing.
"Sure you are. You've got such a beautiful cock, baby. Oh, I've just got to satisfy it. I've just got to give you some wonderful satisfaction.-You're such a nice handsome boy. Oh, am I ever gonna suck you off. I'm gonna do a beautiful job of it. I'm gonna make you feel so good."
As I sat there sprawled out on the sofa, my legs spread, mom moved her tongue forward. She slid it over the very tip of my hot pecker.
"Oh, baby, that feels so great," I told mom. "You can work your tongue over my dick any time. Oh, it's such a good feeling. Oh, yes, mom. I like it. You're making me feel so excited. Oh, come on and suck me off. Oh, those are nice movements. Beautiful movements. Oh, you're really making me feel so good, so very good. Come on, suck me off."
Up and down she began working her tongue, sliding it over my entire penis. While she did that, mom reached down with her fingers. She wanted to keep everything busy, tongue, fingers, the whole works. So while her tongue was working up and down the full length of my steely dick, she reached out and played with my balls. She really turned them loose, asserting them wildly, plunging them against my testicles.
"Oh, come on, you can suck me off," I sighed. "Baby, oh, work it, work your tongue. Come on and drive it over my prick. Oh, baby, this is so nice. Oh, I want you to bring me off. Sweep me off, sweetie. Oh, yes, honey, oh, baby, come on and work it Come on and eat my cock. Oh, I feel these burning sensations. You're doing that with your tongue. Oh, it feels so wonderful."
As mom kept stepping up her pace, driving her tongue more swiftly than before as it worked up and down my long rod, she applied her fingers briskly over my balls. I could feel a tremendous amount of itch in my testicles, and knew that it wouldn't be all that long before the juices would be shooting from my long spear.
"Eat it," I said, "oh, keep working your tongue. Slide it, baby. Oh, honey, come on and suck me off. Drive it baby. Oh, come on, suck it. Yes, darling. Oh, eat my prick. Come on and suck, sweetheart. Oh, darling, come on, suck me off. Oh, drive your tongue. Baby, oh, work it. Work it up and down my prick. Oh, come on and suck it."
As my hips kept on swinging, she worked her tongue every bit as quickly as she knew how. Just when I figured she was going to continue sucking my dick until the pecker liquids spilled from the end of my cock, she did something different. She slipped her tongue downward toward my balls. With great skill and desire she let her tongue go to work, driving it with sweeping determination against my testicles.
"Oh, come on, oh, suck my balls," I said. "Run your fingers over my dick. Baby, oh, I really love it. Oh, keep it up. Suck it, darling. Oh, you're really sucking my balls. They're so big. Oh, you're doing that with your sucking. That's so nice, baby. Oh, that's just beautiful."
While she kept on with the sucking, sending her tongue with surging passion against my balls, I felt like I needed some more cock action. Already a few droplets of cum were oozing out of the tip of my penis. I recognized that if she did not switch her action very shortly that I would be shooting off everything.
"Come on, switch to my prick," I said. "I don't want to juice now, baby. I want to juice with your tongue on my rod. So go ahead, baby, oh, slice your tongue up and down. Really give my prick a workout. Come on, baby. Oh, honey, I want you to do it. Come on, sweetie. Oh, baby, go ahead, oh, darling, suck me off. You're really gonna do it. Oh, you're gonna bring the juices out of my prick. Eat me, baby, oh, I really want you to eat me."
Mom was quick to follow my advice. She wanted the best for me as well as herself. I could see what a boost she was getting. She looked a lot happier than she had the night before. Even while dad had been sucking out her pussy, there had been a part of her that was unsatisfied. She wanted the hard, throbbing tool, and dad hadn't been able to give it to her. But here I was, showing her my young cock, and she was going berserk over it.
When she switched her tongue to my hot pecker, she began to maneuver her fingers against my balls. Back and forth she worked them, and all the while she bobbed her head freely, driving her tongue up and down my long, hard dick.
"Oh, bring me off," I said. "This is so nice, baby. Oh, you're really gonna suck me. You're doing it so well. Sweetheart, oh, come on and suck. Oh, suck out my cock. You're doing so well, baby. Oh, darling, come on, baby. Yes, baby. Ah, drive it. Oh, come on suck me, honey. Baby, oh, you're really gonna do it. You're gonna bring me off. Oh, I like the sensations. Suck it, darling, oh, really suck it."
As she kept working her tongue, stroking it over my long dick, she kept playing with my balls. As she ran her fingers against them she pushed me ever closer to a beautiful orgasm.
"Oh, I'm gonna go," I sighed. "Sweetheart, oh, keep on sucking me. Please do it. Oh, I want to juice. I really want to juice. You're gonna make me juice. Oh, mom, you're so good. Oh, you're so good with your tongue work."
I reached out and grabbed her arms. I ran my fingers over them, touching the smooth flesh. As she kept on tonguing me, she recognized just how close she had moved me to orgasm.
"Oh, come on bring me off," I told her. "Oh, baby, you're gonna swallow it. You're going after every drop of my cock juice. Baby, sweetheart, oh, here I go. Oh, I'm shooting."
My whole body began to quiver as the surging white orgasmic juices started to shoot from my cock. They splashed with overwhelming desire out of my prick and into her mouth. - "Come on and swallow it," I told her. "Swallow every drop of it, honey. Oh, how I want it. Oh, how I want to give it to you. Baby, oh, go get it Yes, honey, eat it, come on, darling. Oh, baby eat every drop."
I kept gasping as the steaming white pecker juices kept shooting from my tool and into her waiting mouth. It gave me a wonderful feeling to know that I'd experienced such a groovy orgasm, and it seemed even weirder when I thought about the fact that mom was the one who had swallowed every drop of the stuff.
But mom sure wasn't about to stop there. The next thing I knew, she was getting up, moving from her kneeling position. She jumped up from the rug, then suddenly began to remove her blouse. She unbuttoned it, then tossed it wildly to the floor.
"I feel so good," she told me. "I'm so uninhibited now, baby. Oh, you brought this out of me. I feel so wonderful, sweetheart. Oh, you're such a groovy guy. I really do like you. Oh, baby, you're so sweet. You're so nice. I'm gonna show you what I think of you."
As she reached behind her and undid her bra straps, she tossed her bra to the rug, then reached out and fondled her breasts. She was obviously proud of them, and there was genuine reason to be. They were as perfectly a shaped pair of melons as you could possibly ask to see.
"Oh, honey, I'm feeling so good," she said. "The more of me I undress, the better I feel."
She then reached back and began to unzip her slacks. As she finished, she reached down and started tugging at them. She let them slide down her legs, then off of her altogether.
"Oh, baby, this is so very nice," she said, kicking off her slacks.
I practically had to drool as she reached down and began pulling at her slacks, sliding them down her trim, lovely legs. I had seen her gorgeous naked body from a distance the night before, even though I wasn't about to tell her. But as good as it looked then, it couldn't compare with how gorgeous it looked seeing it from up close. I liked the dazzling cream-colored sheen of her skin, and as she kept pulling her panties down her legs, I could feel my cock hardening all over again. Even if I had received one gigantic suck from my gorgeous mother, I knew that I needed so much more. In the presence of such incredible beauty, I was no more than a helpless captive.
As she stood there wearing nothing more than her panties, I was awaiting the big moment when she would slide her panties down her legs. I didn't have to wait for long. She was hell bent for excitement, and as she reached over and clutched at the elastic of the panties, I felt a tremendous sense of curiosity. I just had to see her with her panties off. I had to fasten my eyes to her hot, naked cunt.
She began to tug at the panties, and after she had slid them down her creamy thighs to the point where I could see her mound, my cock throbbed harder than ever.
Take your clothes off," she begged as she kept slipping her panties down her legs. "Come on, honey, we should both be naked. Your dad won't be home for hours. We've got all this beautiful time to spend. Come on, sweetheart. Just take off everything. I want you. totally naked. We're gonna have such beautiful fun, baby. Oh, yes, sweetheart. You're such a handsome guy. Oh, baby, you're absolutely gorgeous. Come on, honey. Oh, take off your clothes."
Spurred on by her inspiring example, I couldn't help but react. She stepped out of her panties, revealing her entire body totally nude. She let her hips dance back and forth, and she reached down with her right hand, permitting her fingers to run over her snatch.
"I love touching my gorgeous snatch hairs," she giggled. "I really do dig it. Oh, baby, you're so absolutely beautiful. I really like you. I like sucking your cock. I'm gonna dig fucking with you some more."
As she moved her body back and forth, enticing me to the greatest degree possible, I frantically tore off my clothes. I could hardly wait to get completely naked, so we could engage in some more beautiful sex.
By the time I got around to slipping my shorts down my legs, the last act of my undressing, she stretched out on the rug.
"Oh, I'm so comfortable here," she exclaimed with a smile. Come on, my sweet. Oh, I really want you to start sucking my pussy. You can do such a convincing job of it. I know you can. Oh, you're such a beautiful young man. I want you so bad. Come on, sweetheart. Oh, I want you to plant your tongue against me. Yes, honey, we're gonna have such a good time of it."
As she lay there on her back, mom felt the desire to reach out and stroke her pussy. So she leaned forward and permitted her right hand to come into contact with her mound. Ever so excitedly she fingered her pussy, letting her entire body move with every stab.
"Oh, baby, I want you to eat out my box," she said. "I want you to suck me. Come on, honey."
As I finished removing my shorts, I threw my body downward toward the rug.
."Start with my breasts," she exclaimed. "Oh, baby, look at these hot dancing boobs. I want your tongue to attack them. Come on, sweetheart. Oh, I know you're gonna do a beautiful job. Suck my hot tit. Come on, start out with my left -breast. Work your tongue over it, honey. Oh, I really want you to do it It's gonna be such spectacular fun. Come on, baby. Oh, run your tongue over it"
She let her breasts dance, flipping her hips in such a way that her tits would move with spectacular ease. I let my tongue go to work on her left breast. Back and forth I permitted it to dart, and all the while she was feeling that much greater excitement.
"Oh, suck my hot breast," she told me. "Drive your tongue, sweetie. Oh, honey, it's so good. I like the action. Baby, oh, come on and work your tongue. Oh, really let it slide. Sweetheart, oh, this is where it's at. Okay, now move your tongue over to my other breast. I want to feel all kinds of delightful sensations from you. Come on, baby. Oh, suck my hot breasts. You can do it, sweetheart. Oh, drive your tongue. Baby, oh, come on and do it Sweetheart, oh, suck my tit. Oh, honey, go ahead:"
Back and forth I started to work my tongue over her other breast I would slide it over her nipple, then extend my movements over toward the remainder of her hot tit As I left a hot trail of saliva, I enjoyed every solitary stroke that I put forth against her hot breast It was great feeling the warm, inviting flesh, and she loved receiving the tongue stabs every bit as much as I loved giving them to her. .
"Okay, so now you can start sucking my ass-hole," mom sighed. "Come on, my dear. Yes, I want you to tongue my ass-hole. Drive your tongue inside my hot ass. Sweetheart, oh, you've got to do it. Baby, oh, cut loose with your tongue. Suck ass, darling. Oh, work your tongue inside it. Baby, oh, I really want it. Yes, my dear. Oh, this is gonna be so beautiful. Suck ass, sweetie. Oh, baby, come on and do it. Drive your tongue. Oh, flip it."
I moved my tongue toward her hot ass-hole. Back and forth I slid it. As I moved my tongue with great inspiration, slipping it ever deeper into her anus, her body began to twist and turn faster than ever. She enjoyed the stroking that I was providing, and all the while the intense heat that was developing between us accelerated that much more.
"Suck ass," she called out eagerly, "come on, baby. Oh, run your burning tongue inside my ass-hole. Sweetheart, oh, let's do it. Baby, oh, drive your tongue inside me. Oh, baby, it's so good. Keep up the hot sucking. Oh, drive your tongue into my ass-hole. Baby, oh, come on and drive it. Oh, slip it into my ass. Oh, darling, this is so good. It's so very nice. Oh, come on, honey, do it, do it, do it."
The faster that I sucked out her ass-hole, and the deeper that I penetrated her anal canal with my sharp, probing tongue, the better she enjoyed it She was in a wild-eyed state of ecstasy, and as her body danced back and forth as she received my thrusting tongue stabs, I knew that she was moving ever closer to the point where she would have to have her pussy sucked. It would be just a question of time before I would be compelled to throw my tongue in gear inside her mound.
"Baby, oh, now I want you to suck my left thigh," she said. "That's the last bit of sucking that I'll need before you go to my pussy. My thighs are such an erotic area, baby. Yes, I need it there. Oh, I need it real bad. Come on, baby. Oh, suck me there. You can do it. Drive your beautiful tongue. Oh, you're doing so well. You're sucking me with such spectacular movements. Drive your tongue, honey. Oh, generate some action."
I put my tongue to work against her left thigh. Back and forth I moved it, thrusting, driving it with eagerness and determination as it penetrated against her thigh.
"Oh, I feel such a tremendous itch," she said. "While you're doing that, reach out and play with my pussy. Come on and run your fingers over it, baby. Yes, honey. Oh, come on and penetrate me. Oh, come on, baby, and let your fingers go. Let them fly, sweetie; Oh, this is so good, baby. I like your movements. Oh, they're so great. Come on, sweetie. Oh, suck me. Suck my thigh. Oh, that's it Your fingers are really going to work. Let them move against my cunt. Oh, that feels terrific Come on, honey, just keep it going. Sweetheart, oh, that's beautiful.''
As I kept on sucking her thigh, I let my fingers project more quickly than before inside her pussy. I Was driving my fingers deep into her mound, and as I did so, she had a message for me.
"All right, you can move your tongue now over to my other thigh," she said. "I really need it, baby. Come on, honey. Oh, just a few sucks and I'll be ready for you to go down on my cunt. Baby, oh, let's really do it. Come on and suck me. Oh, drive your tongue, honey. Baby, oh, this is so good. It's so beautiful Come on, honey, and really drive your tongue. Oh, drive it against my thigh."
I worked my tongue back and forth ever so zealously against her thigh until she reached the point where she decided it was time for me to go on to the next stage of the action.
"Okay, my cunt," she called out. "It needs it, honey. I need your sucking. Oh, plant your tongue in my mound. Go after my box. Eat it out, baby. Do it spectacularly. Oh, I can't hold out any longer. You've got to bring me off. You absolutely have to. Come on and suck out my snatch. Sweetheart, oh, drive your tongue inside my box. Oh, suck it, baby. Oh, eat my pussy. Come on and eat it. Drive your tongue, baby. Oh, suck me, oh, honey, suck out my pussy. Come on, sweetheart. Oh, baby, drive it.
Come on, honey. Oh, eat out my snatch."
I slipped my tongue against her hot mound, and as I did so I reached out and grabbed her buttocks. I held onto her ass cheeks ever so firmly, and as I did I sucked with everything I had. Back and forth I allowed my tongue to dart and stab, and all the while I was pushing her that much closer to climax. It was obvious to me that there was no way she could withstand much of the high-pressure sucking that I was supplying. I had already pushed her to the point where she was about ready to juice, and all it would take would be a few more strokes before she would be off.
"Oh, keep your tongue flying," she said. "Drive it, darling. Oh, baby, come on, honey. Oh, suck me. Come on, pry loose every drop of pussy juice from my snatch. Ob, eat my cunt, darling. Yes, baby. Oh, you're so good with the tongue movements. Come on, darling. Oh, let your tongue slide Baby, oh, keep it going. Yes, sweetheart, oh, drive your tongue. Come on and drive it, sweetie. Oh, suck me."
She reached down and ran her trembling fingers through my hair. By that point in time I had worked up quite a sweat. It was underneath my arms and running down both sides of my face. I was getting damn tense and my cock was harder than ever. I knew that I somehow would have to get it off one more time. But for the moment I kept up my sucking, driving my tongue back and forth, projecting it deep inside her mound.
"Oh, suck me," she sighed. "Go ahead, baby. Oh, drive your tongue. Sweetheart, oh, really work it. Oh, darling, come on and suck me. Oh, bring me off. I'm so close to being off. Baby, oh, drive it. Oh, baby, come on and work it. Suck me. Oh, suck my mound. Work your tongue inside my pussy. Do it, baby. Oh, come on. Oh, keep on projecting your tongue. Work it deep inside my pussy. Oh, baby, this is good."
A few strokes later, I could see that she had arrived at the verge of orgasm. As her body kept on twisting, the juices were ready to shoot into my mouth. I was eagerly looking forward to swallowing every drop that she sent my way.
"Swallow it, swallow it all," she sighed.
I was poised and ready to swallow every drop of juice that spilled from her pussy. I kept on sucking, and a few seconds later the stream of juices started.
"Oh, here it goes," she exclaimed. "Come on, honey. Oh, swallow every drop of it. Sweetheart, oh, honey, go ahead. Oh, eat me, baby. Yes, my dear. Oh, suck every drop of it out of me. Baby, oh, you're such a dear. Oh, come on, honey. Oh, swallow it. Every drop. Oh, honey, this is so nice. Yes. sweetheart. Oh, you're really doing it. You're going after every bit of it. Oh, you're fantastic."
It did me one hell of a lot of good to hear mom talking about me in that manner. I felt fantastic as I removed my tongue from her mound after having swallowed the last few droplets of her juices.
"You've got a nice hard cock there," she grinned. "Just stay down there on your knees, darling. Move a few inches toward me."
"Do you want to suck on it?"
"First of all I want to touch it."
She did a super job of touching it. Mom reached out and began running her fingers up and down on its long, aroused base. As she manipulated her fingers ever so quickly over my dick, I could feel myself getting that much closer to the moment of climax. She did a beautiful job of it, sliding her fingers around my long dick.
"Oh, finger my pecker," I sighed. "Honey, oh, you're so good at it You're really great. Come on, slide it beautifully. Oh, that's great. Ifs fantastic action. Oh, honey, come on and do it Oh, come on and slide your fingers. Oh, ifs beautiful."
A few thrusting finger strokes later, I found myself closer to the big moment of climax. .
"Okay, now I'm gonna stop fingering," she smiled, "I want you to stick your cock inside my hot mouth. Throat fuck me, darling. Just slam your prick inside me. Come on and do it, baby. Oh, fuck my mouth. Come on and slam your cock inside it. Sweetheart, oh, I want to feel your sharp pecker inside me. Come on, fuck my mouth. You can do it, baby. Oh, fuck it."
"With pleasure," I smiled.
I grabbed my tool in both hands, then let it surge forward, permitting it to slide inside her hot mouth.
"Oh, you're gonna eat it," I said eagerly. "Baby, oh, I can't hold out for very long. Not with this hot mouth before me. Oh, and not when I'm as horny as I am right now. I'm gonna really slam it into you. Oh, I'm gonna drive my pecker into your mouth. It's gonna be such a wonderful feeling. Ah, it's gonna be so groovy. I'm gonna go off inside your mouth. Yes, honey, oh, this is great."
Back and forth I kept on sliding my body, and all the while I was fucking her mouth. I loved the way that I was riding her, keeping my cock slamming toward her, allowing to drive deep inside her mouth.
"Oh, I'm in you, it's so great," I said. "I'm gonna keep slamming it, honey. Oh, darling, am I ever gonna penetrate. This is so good. Oh, it's so beautiful. I really dig it. Oh, what sensations I'm getting. What beautiful sensations."
All the while my body was in perpetual motion, sliding back and forth as I moved ever closer to climax. I kept on gasping and puffing, my breath coming increasingly shorter as I neared the point of climax.
"Here I go," I exclaimed. "Oh, honey, the juices are gonna shoot out of my cock. They're really gonna spill into your mouth. Ah, you're gonna swallow every drop. I know you are. You're gonna dig it, sweetie. Oh, you really are gonna dig it."
I felt a tremendous sense of accomplishment as the thick white substance started to shoot from the end of my prick. My whole super-charged body rocked like crazy as the sea of white sperm kept on shooting into her mouth.
Mom handled it like a seasoned pro. She sucked like crazy, going after every drop of my load, swallowing like she had just found an oasis somewhere in the desert.
"Ah, suck it all out of me," I said. "There's so much there, honey, oh, and I love every bit of it I really love spilling the stuff into your mouth. Baby, oh, I love it. Oh, what a screw."
When I removed my dick from her mouth, I looked at her and smiled.
"That was great, and you were great," mom told me. Barry, you're some kind of fuck."
"I couldn't have done it without you, mom, you were spectacular," I told her.
SUMMARY
I sought to question Barry R. further relating to the subject of sex with his mother.
"You mentioned that first day that you had sex with your mother, Barry," I began. "Just how many more occasions have there been since then in which you've had sex with your mother?"
"Oh, quite a few," he laughed. "As a matter of fact, I wouldn't even begin to try and count them."
"Could you give me some kind of a rough estimate as to how often you have had sex with your mother?"
"Oh, plenty often. I'd say probably at least once a week. Sometimes more. When dad's away, we naturally have it more frequently."
"Does your mother still complain about your dad's inadequacy when it comes to sex?"
"Yes, she does, but she doesn't let it bug her like she used to. The reason is pretty obvious. Now she's got me. Before she didn't."
"How many different types of sex do you involve yourself in with your mother? Do you ever penetrate your penis inside her vagina?"
"No, we've never gone that route," he shook his head.
"Why do you suppose you haven't?"
"Because mom doesn't want me to. I've asked her about it. She's turned a deaf ear every time."
"Why is that?"
"She said that that would be going too far. She doesn't think that it would be good for us to get that intimate. She said there's a certain point where you have to draw the line when it comes to a mother and her son having sex. So she doesn't want me to go that far, but she's sure willing to do just about anything else. I eat out her box all the time, and she really digs going down on my cock."
"As I understand it then, what she's genuinely interested in more than anything else is receiving some gratification. I mean the kind of gratification that your father apparently isn't giving her. The kind that stems from a hard cock."
"That's right. I give her plenty of that. She loves it. Oh, does she love it. Sometimes I'll be taking a nap in my room and shell run inside it Next thing I know, she'll be waking me up and tugging up and down on my hard prick. If that isn't a sigh that she wants it, then I don't know what the hell else is."
"No, I would certainly agree," I replied. "The big question that I'm dealing with, however, is whether this type of relationship ought to continue or not. I happen to think that it's highly unwholesome for both you and your mother."
"How can you say that when mom is getting such great thrills? She was miserable before. Dad was such a dud in bed."
"All right, then I think what you ought to do is talk to her about using the right type of psychology on your father. She ought to get him to try and cut down on the hours that he works and to limit the intake of his alcohol. I can guarantee you practically that if he did both of those things, changes would occur."
"What makes you so sure?"
"Just based on a statistical analysis. The alcohol coupled with the long hours on the job have resulted in impotency in a lot of men. It .will cut down the ability of a man to successfully perform. I think that your mother has strayed significantly from the point by seeking so much sex from you. Instead of doing that she ought to make a real effort to see to it that her husband is performing properly. Have you been dating other girls since you started having sex with your mother?"
"No, not really. I haven't at all."
"That's what I thought. That's a highly unwholesome situation for you to be in. I think you ought to start dealing with girls of your own age. It isn't good to get that reliant upon a situation like the one you have with your mother."
"But I enjoy it."
"Of course you do. As you said, your mother is a very beautiful woman and you feel you're fortunate in having a sex partner like her. But she is your mother, and certain traumas can't help but set in to one's psyche when an individual involves oneself in that type of activity. You should be very careful, Barry, because your future can become very rocky because of something like this. I've seen it happen time and again. In addition, just like I said, your mother can make an effort. If she'll just try and get your father back on the right footing then her life can be repaired and so can yours."
"I'm not so sure that I'd welcome not having sex with my mother," Barry pouted. "Sure, you can say all these things about it being bad, but you don't know about all the beautiful moments we've enjoyed together."
"Certainly I do. I've heard you report about them in detail But I just happen to think that in the final analysis such a relationship will prove bad for you. That's all I'm saying."
"I'm not sure I agree."
"I certainly do wish for the sake of your mother and father, though, that they'd make an attempt to try and get together. If they would just make that supreme effort. If only our father could cut down on his hours and alcohol, and your mother could encourage him in that direction."
"Maybe I'll bring that up," Barry said. "I don't know. But it sure would be tough for me to stop having sex with my mother."
Barry remained in a stubborn frame of mind. I haven't talked to him since that day that he spent in my office. I hope, however, that some of my messages might have sunk in later even though they did not appear to make much of a dent at the time.
The subject of my second case, Charles N., was in a position of convenience. At a time when his mother greatly needed some affection, as was the case with Barry, he happened to be there.
CASE TWO
At eleven years of age, Charles N. was just slightly younger than Barry.
A brown-haired, soft-spoken boy, he was eager to discuss his sexual relationship with his mother. I could see just how anxious he was to get the whole thing off of his chest.
Following is Charles's story:
I had a pretty good home life, all in all. In addition, it was a pretty happy home. There was my mother and father, my sister, and myself. My sister is one year younger than I am.
Then all of the sudden, without any explanation at all, things started getting a lot rockier around the house. It was nothing that you could definitely put your finger on, but just lots of little things that couldn't help but lead you to the conclusion that things weren't the same between mom and dad. My sister and I started to talk about it, and we hoped that we were just imagining things and they weren't really as bad as what we thought But down deep we kept figuring that they were.
Finally my mother up and told us that she was going to separate from my father. That meant that she would retain the house and look after us, while my dad would move out.
"I'll never forget the day that dad moved out. It was really a tragic scene. He tried his damnedest to be brave about it and to hold back the tears, but he couldn't Once that the tears started gushing down his face, the same thing happened to us. We couldn't hold up under it any easier than he could.
I kept hoping at the time that when mom saw just how we were all breaking up, including herself, that she would tell dad he didn't have to leave and we didn't have to carry out this act of separation. But she held firm. She wasn't about to say anything like that I guess she really felt that it was necessary and that was that
The first few days after dad had left, it was really difficult to adjust I noticed one thing, though. That atmosphere of tension that had always been present with us was no longer there. I was at least glad about that. But I sure wasn't glad about dad being gone. I had always had good times with him, and he had taken me to a lot of ballgames, circuses, to all kinds of things. Me and my sister, that is. Well, we all enjoyed ourselves quite a bit
One afternoon when my sister was gone and my mother was there, I decided that I would have a talk with her to try and find out just what had caused the problem between her and dad.
"Mom, just why couldn't you and dad stay together?" I asked.
"I hate to have to answer that question," she winced painfully. "It really hurts to even talk about your dad."
"But, mom. I'd really like to know. You know, he is my father.' For a long time things were fine. Then all of the sudden everything seemed to happen. It was nothing that either one of you would talk about, but sis and I could easily see that something was wrong. I just wish that I knew what was wrong."
"I can tell you this much. Your father unfortunately started developing the wandering urge. He wanted other women. I'm thirty-five years old, honey, and considered a very good-looking woman."
"You are. You're great looking," I said emphatically, meaning every word of it
"Well, I think that your father should have considered himself lucky to have somebody like me. Maybe not lucky, but at least fortunate. But I guess he didn't. I guess he felt like he just had to wander. And get something out of his system."
"What exactly do you mean?"
"You see. That's why I hated to get into all of this with you. He had another woman. Then several. Then a whole team."
"My dad did that?"
"Oh, yes. I guess he must have felt insecure or something. I don't know. I talked to a psychiatrist about this and he told me that sometimes a man will reach a point in his life like this where he thinks he has to prove something to himself. Then at that point hell go out and have a lot of affairs."
"How did you find out about this?"
"Basically it was just my womanly instincts. Honey, when you live under the same roof with a man for better than ten years, you get to know him pretty well. When he's holding out on you, you know it. And when there's another woman or women involved, you know that, too. It isn't all that tough at all to figure out. Then, too, there were certain little telltale signs, match books from strange places that I found in his clothes, things like that."
'This is so terrible," I began to sob.
"That's why I wanted to keep it front you. But when you told me you had to know, I figured that it was up to me to tell you bluntly what had happened. You see, when he started getting real wild about it, I started confronting him with the facts directly, he at first tried to deny them. Then he did something else. He laughed them off."
"He did that?"
"Oh, yes. He tried to present this attitude that everybody else was doing it, so what the hell was wrong with him getting a little ass on the side? Well, he told me that he was even involved in a sex-club. He said a lot of young people were involved in it. He said he's been waiting just for the right moment to ask me if I wanted to. join with him. That means we would have engaged in wife swapping and partner swapping."
"What do you mean by that?"
"You see. You're still pretty young. I didn't want to tell you too much."
"I know quite a bit, mom. I hear an awful lot."
"I guess so. Young people are a lot blunter today than they were when I was growing up. Well, what I'm saying is this. They have these clubs in which the husbands and the wives both participate in sex, but with different people. That's what he wanted to involve me in. But I wasn't having any part of it. Not me."
"Gee, mom. I'm awfully sorry. I can see that it was so hard for you to talk about this."
"It was, my dear. It was very hard. But I'll tell you something. You're such a sweet son. You're such a good-looking, wonderful boy. I really do think the world of you."
"And I think the world of you, mom. I'm willing to do anything that you want me to. Anything to please you."
"Oh, Chuck, you're so good. I really do love you."
At that point mom reached out with her right hand. She ran it ever so soothingly over my forehead. As she touched my forehead, mom moved her lips forward. She let them press against my lips, and they remained pressed together for quite some time. In thinking about it now, I can see that our affair really started that day. She didn't go any further than to kiss me like that, but I guess that kiss was the eye-opener. All I know is that I got to feeling real excited down in my cock. I can remember how my prick and balls itched, and how my whole body twitched as she continued the kiss. Being an experienced woman at sex, I guess mom realized all the signs.
Several weeks later, my sister went away for the weekend with a girlfriend and her parents. That meant that mom and I were alone.
The longer that I looked at mom, the better looking she appeared to become. I just hadn't analyzed her closely enough in that way before. But she had coal-black hair that she let run halfway down to her back. She had dark eyelashes and dark eyes, along with thick red lips. She was really some kind of beautiful woman and I respected her more and more the better that we got to know each other.
That weekend she took me to a baseball game, to two movies, and out to dinner twice. We laughed and had a lot of good times together. I could see that she was beginning to warm up again after the terrible ordeal with dad.
On Saturday night after we had gotten home from a movie, I could see that mom was starting to act a little fidgety. I went to my room and she went to hers. I heard her doing a lot of moving around in her bedroom. Then, just as I was about to turn off my light and go to sleep, I heard her call out to me.
"Are you awake, Chuck?"
"Yes, mom."
"Could you please come into the bedroom for just a bit."
"Sure, mom."
I got up and walked into the bedroom. I had on my pajamas, and naturally figured that mom was wearing her pajamas as well.
But she wasn't at all. As I opened the door and walked into the room, my heart started beating like a trip-hammer as I observed mom lying there on her back, totally nude. She looked absolutely beautiful, and her figure was just letter perfect. She was trim in all the right places, and she had a gorgeous set of tits that really stood out.
"Don't get shocked," she shook her head. "Don't get shocked at all, my dear. Please come here. I just want you to touch me."
Mom rolled over on her stomach, letting me see her gorgeous, well-rounded ass cheeks. As she lay there, I walked toward the bed.
"Please rub my back," she said. "I just had to get completely nude, darling. Yes, just rub my back."
"Okay, mom."
"Don't call me mom right now, Chuck honey. I wish you'd call me Alice. That's my real name. That's what your father has always called me. Can you call me Alice?"
"Sure, Alice."
'That's better. Now just run your fingers up and down my back. That's gonna make me feel so good."
I got up on the bed, straddling her as I got down on my knees, spreading my legs. As I leaned forward, I let my fingers come into contact with her back. I moved my fingers briskly up and down her back, and all the while mom heartily approved of what I was doing.
'That's it, honey, move your fingers over it," she sighed softly. "Go ahead, baby. Oh, move your fingers, doll. Yes, it makes your mother feel so good. Oh, yes. I feel great with your fingers on my back. Oh, this is such a nice feeling. Such a wonderful feeling. Oh, I really do like it. Sweetheart, oh, move your fingers a little faster. Come on, move them more quickly."
Up and down I kept on working my fingers, and once more my heart started beating like a trip hammer. For a little while it got over that initial shock of seeing mom lying there nude, but as I worked my way down into body contact with her, it was beating hard again. Not only that, but my cock was standing tall. Tall and firm. I really felt great. As a matter of fact, I had this feeling where I could conquer the entire world. I guess that's what can happen to you when somebody makes you feel that good.
"Move your fingers even faster," mom called out "Come on, Chuck honey. Oh, I like what you're doing for me. I like the way your fingers are digging into my back. Just keep it up. Oh, I feel so comfortable. Keep it up, Chuck honey."
While my fingers kept on working back and forth against her back, I couldn't help but observe the way that her whole body was starting to rotate.
She was reacting noticeably to the movements I was steadily supplying.
"Okay, now start moving your fingers against my ass cheeks," she suggested. "Come on, honey. Really dig your fingers into my butt I want you to really touch them, baby. Come on, really cut loose, sweetheart. Oh, is this gonna feel good. Go ahead, baby. Oh, plant your fingers deep against my ass cheeks. Go ahead and do it, baby."
I reached down and clutched at her hot white globes of flesh. All I had to do was touch her a few times and I felt like I had to juice. It was sensational just moving my fingers around her hot buttocks, letting them maneuver freely over her ass cheeks.
"Oh, baby, that's good," she sighed. "Keep your fingers moving. Oh, honey, come on and do it. Baby, oh, I like the way you're moving your fingers. Sweetheart, oh, I really like it. Oh, plant them even more firmly. Come on and hold on sharply, baby. Yes, that's the kind of beautiful action I really need. Oh, baby, you're making me feel so good."
"You really like the movements?"
"I do. Oh, come on and clutch, baby. Run your fingers against my ass."
I continued my stabbing movements for a few more moments. Mom then figured that it was time for me to stop.
"Okay, you can quit now," she said. "I want you to get up from the bed."
I jumped up from the bed, standing next to it and looking down at mom, who turned over on her back.
"What's the matter?" I asked. "Did I do something wrong?"
"No, quite the contrary, Chuck my dear. You did everything right. I just want to give you a chance now to get off your pajamas. Could you please take them off right now?"
"You mean you want me naked?"
"That's right. There's nothing to be ashamed of, my dear. I'm naked, as you can well see."
"There's no doubt about that," I laughed nervously.
'Then come on, sweetheart. Please get off your pajamas. Take them off, baby. I want you to get totally nude. Go ahead, honey. You've just got to do it"
I began to remove my pajamas, and as I did a certain little sparkle began to surface in my mother's eyes. I could see just how anxious she was to see me totally nude.
As I took off my pajama tops, I started to get a little nervous. It did make me feel a little funny exposing myself to mother, particularly with the huge erection that I was wearing.
"Come on, dear, and finish the job," mom coaxed. "Chuck is gonna take off his clothes for Alice. Don't be thinking of me as your mother right now, honey. That's the kind of thing that'll shake you up and psyche you out. I don't want you to be thinking that way. So come on, dear, and take everything off. Go ahead, baby. Take off those pajama bottoms. You've got to get completely nude for me. Oh, I really do need it, honey. I need to have you totally naked. You're gonna do it for me. I know you are. Oh, it's gonna be super. Seeing you like that."
When I saw how anxious she was to have me totally naked, I recognized that there was no way that I could disappoint her. So I removed my pajama bottoms, then stepped out of my pajamas. I looked down at my huge, naked cock, then over at' mom. I could see that she was taking in every bit of the action.
"Oh, what a handsome cock you have," she smiled. "Ifs good to know that you're feeling the same kind of sensations that I am. That's one thing about a man. His sexual feelings can never lie. Never truly. That old cock tells the story. Ifs something that anybody can see. Come on, baby, I want you to come back in bed with me. I want you to throw your arms around me and kiss me. I want you to plant your lips against mine. Good and hard. And let the kiss last. Are you listening."
"Yes, Alice."
"That's good. Then let's do it, my dear. Come on, baby. Oh, kiss my hot lips. Come on, darling. Oh, baby, come on, kiss me."
I threw myself eagerly into bed, then let my trembling arms encircle my mother. As I held onto her ever so firmly, I let my head fall forward. I permitted my lips to clash with hers, and as they did I held onto her body tighter than ever.
Our lips remained frozen together for quite some time. When I finally released them from her lips, I looked at her and sighed.
"Oh, baby, I really do feel for you," I said.
"If you feel for me, honey, then wrap your tongue around mine. Slip it inside my mouth. Come on, dear, and do it."
"I will."
"Let's really get it on."
"Oh, yes."
I slipped my tongue forward, permitting it to slide against hers. Once that our tongues began splashing back and forth, we both began feeling more excited than ever. Our bodies kept rocking back and forth as our tongues met wildly, splashing together, generating all kinds of wild excitement inside each other.
I kept up the hot tongue kissing for quite some time.
The longer I did keep it up, the quicker that mom's body trembled. It moved back and forth ever so swiftly, and as it did I projected my tongue even more sharply against hers. I kept it up for a little while longer, then suddenly released my tongue from her mouth.
"Oh, baby, you've got to lick down between my legs," she told me with great urgency. "Please do it right now. Oh, I'm so hot down there. Just lick against my pussy, darling. You can start out slow. Let it develop. Have you ever sucked pussy before?"
"No, Alice."
"How far have you gone with women before, dear?"
"Just petting. Things like that."
"Then you do have an awful lot to learn. But you're learning fast. You always have been a bright boy. I'm proud of you. You're making some nice quick adjustments. Okay, just run your tongue down between my legs. I'm spreading them real nice for you. That way you'll be all set to suck out my mound."
"Okay, baby."
"Come on, sweetheart You've got to suck me. Oh, you've got to do a brilliant job inside my mound. Baby, oh, Chuck honey. I want it. Come on. Suck me, sweetheart. Oh, drive your tongue inside me. Suck out my pussy. Oh, I feel so good. You're gonna do it for me. You're gonna suck me. Oh, suck me right now. Baby, oh, I need you right now."
I dropped my head down between her legs, picking up the scent of her mound. I then closed in fast on her pussy, thrusting my tongue forward. Back and forth I began to slip it, driving it eagerly, pumping all kinds of wild enthusiasm into every movement.
"Oh, yeah, that's great," she sighed. "You're starting out so fast, honey. Oh, slow it down a little. If you don't I'm gonna juice right now. But I love your enthusiasm. I like your attitude, sweetheart. It means that you want to give it to me as bad as I want to get it. But slow up. Let's make it last awhile. Oh, yes, my dear. We want it to last."
I slowed my pace, working my tongue a little more methodically than before. Back and forth I kept up my movements, sliding my tongue with great eagerness inside her mound. The longer that I kept it up, the faster that her hips started to rotate as she moved them back and forth in tune with my tongue efforts.
"Reach out and grab my ass cheeks," she called out urgently at one point. "Come on, darling. Oh, clutch them. Clutch my hot butt. Go ahead, baby, clutch it while you're sucking my mound. Oh, just move your tongue, baby. Oh, really let it slide. Sweetheart, oh, work it. Oh, drive your tongue."
Back and forth I kept up my efforts. I wanted to move my tongue faster, but I was instead driving it methodically, letting the pace develop at a gradual level.
"Okay, so now you can open up," mom finally sighed. "I'm so hot I've just got to have it, baby. I'm gonna be juicing soon. So you can run your tongue as quickly as you want to. Come on and drive it, sweetheart. Oh. baby, come on and suck me. Oh, drive your tongue. Come on, baby. Oh, really plant it deep in my pussy. Oh, slide it fast. Yes, honey, you've really got to slide it. Oh, baby, come on and suck me. Suck my hot mound. Baby, oh, I want you to do it."
As her hips moved back and forth, I kept on clutching her buttocks. I held on tightly while I sucked out her mound, putting everything I had into every movement. I slid my tongue quickly, driving it with great enthusiasm, propelling her ever closer to the point of orgasm.
"Oh, suck my mound," she exclaimed. "I'm gonna be juicing soon, sweetheart. Oh, drive it, baby. Yes, honey, oh, keep planting it inside me. Suck me, oh, come on and suck me. Oh, work it faster.
Drive it, my sweet. Yes, baby. Oh, darling, come on and keep on. Keep driving your tongue. Keep working it, baby. Oh, I'm gonna go. I can't take much more of this kind of action. I've just got to juice. I've really got to. Oh, honey, here I go. Oh, I'm shooting. I'm juicing. Come on, swallow baby. Come on, honey. Oh, suck me. Suck out every drop. Oh, sweetheart, I really feel wonderful sensations. Go get me, honey. Oh, get my juices.
At that point there was a wild outpouring of her juices. I was determined to collect every drop, and with great determination I sucked out her pussy, swallowing the hot droplets of juice that shot from her mound and into my mouth.
"Swallow it, oh, swallow all of it," she called out. "Go ahead, baby. Oh, you've got to do it. You've got to get every bit of it. Oh, honey, I really want it. I want it from you. Oh, sweetheart, that was so good."
As I removed my tongue from her mound after sucking her to climax, mom looked over at my long stick. She reached out with both hands, running her fingers up and down my organ. She liked planting her fingers against it, and as she kept up her steady finger manipulations, I could see just how hot I was getting.
"Ill bet you could explode pretty soon," she looked at me and smiled.
"You're not kidding, mom. Oh, you're really tickling me."
"Yes, once I work my fingers a certain way I'm gonna get a man excited. I'm gonna keep them moving up and down your cock for a while, then I'm gonna switch to your balls. Do you like this kind of action?"
"Oh, yeah, I sure do."
"That's good, because I'm gonna keep it up. I really like it I like what I'm doing to you."
"I love it. Oh, baby. Just keep your fingers flying. Just let them keep on coming into contact with my cock. Oh, my prick's on fire, baby. I really do like that Ah, I like it so well."
"Just hang on. There's lots more sensation where that came from."
"Oh, yeah. Ill bet there is. Keep moving your fingers, baby. Oh, honey, that's so good."
Up and down she kept on applying her fingers, driving them wildly against my hot dick. When she removed them, I looked at her.
"Why did you stop?" I asked.
"Because I'm gonna make a switch. This time I'm gonna finger your balls. Ill bet you're gonna love that, too."
"Oh, that will be exciting."
"Sure it will. You just wait honey. I'm gonna run my fingers against them. You're gonna feel all kinds of excitement Oh, yes, darling. You're gonna feel excitement galore. My fingers are really on the ball. They're gonna stroke wildly. You're gonna love every bit of it."
She planted her fingers this time against my testicles. She started out by letting her finger tips run ever so smoothly against my balls. But then she began stepping up her pace. She started digging her fingers more deeply against my balls.
"How do you like that, Chuck my sweet?" she asked smilingly.
"Oh, Alice baby, it feels so wonderful. Keep it going. Oh, just keep your fingers moving. Let them fly over my hot balls. I love the sensations."
"I'll bet that you do, honey. Oh, yeah, baby. I'm gonna keep my fingers moving. I'm gonna plant them so deep inside your balls you're not gonna believe it. I'm gonna really massage them. And then I'm gonna suck you. I'm just building you up to the point where I'm gonna take on your hot cock. I'm gonna drive my tongue against it. Ill bet you're gonna like that too."
"Oh, I'm gonna like anything you do for me," I exclaimed. "Just keep everything going, honey. Oh, don't let up. Keep your fingers manipulating, sweetheart. Oh, this is nice, honey, so nice."
Mom kept up her finger activity against my balls for several more seconds. She then removed her fingers from them, dropping her head down toward the tip of my cock.
"Now you're gonna get some wild tongue action," she said. "I'm gonna run my tongue over the tip of your balls. You're gonna enjoy it, baby. Oh, honey, you're really gonna love this kind of action. Just wait until I drive my tongue against your prick. Oh, you're gonna love the movements. You're really gonna dig it. Sweetheart, oh, am I ever gonna suck you."
"Go ahead, Alice. Oh, I want you to do it. I want you to cut loose. Oh, it sounds so good just hearing you talk about it."
"Get set, baby. My tongue's itching like crazy," she assured me.
"I'll bet it is. Oh, suck me. I'm so anxious. I'm looking so forward to it."
She dropped her head down between my legs. Her tongue took dead aim on my cock. She began working slowly over the tip of my erect instrument. As she flipped it back and forth, my whole body rocked. All the while I felt the wonderful sensations of her tongue as it kept on sliding over my cock.
"Oh, keep your tongue going," I sighed. "Baby, oh, that's really nice. I want you to suck me. Come on, darling, and work your tongue over my dick. Slide it over the tip of my cock. Oh, that's beautiful."
While mom was employing her tongue over the tip of my erect prick, she reached out and started to run her fingers over my balls. With hot, sweeping movements, she kept up the impact. Her fingers kept on running back and forth, and through it all I felt all kinds of wild sensations. There were the finger efforts over my balls and the tongue movements over the tip of my cock.
"You've got to suck me off," I said. "Oh, you've got to bring all of that juice out of my dick. Come on and suck me, sweetie. Oh, honey, come on and drive your tongue. Work it, baby. Oh, suck me. Come on and move your tongue, sweetie. Oh, suck me off. Come on and suck it, honey. Oh, suck, baby, come on and suck."
She started to accelerate the tongue movements over the tip of my cock. She kept up that action for a few more seconds, then began to extend her efforts to the full length of my penis. She started asserting herself over the entire base of my long, hard spear, and ever so willingly she swept her tongue up and down my long hard pecker.
"Come on, baby, oh, suck me off," I said. "Oh, sweetheart. I'm getting so excited. I feel such great excitement. Oh, baby, that's so good. Oh, bring me off. Suck me. Oh, keep sucking. Oh, you're doing so beautiful. I've got to go. I can't keep it up much longer. Oh, baby, come on, keep sucking."
While mom's tongue kept on asserting itself up and down the full length of my cock, and her head bobbed wildly, she let her fingers dig into my balls. She held on firmly, hanging on ever so tightly as she sucked. All the while as she kept up her movements, I moved that much closer to a satisfying orgasm.
"Oh, suck me," I exclaimed. "Oh, baby, keep clutching my balls. Keep sucking my cock. I've got to go, sweetie. Yes, the juices are really gonna spurt. Oh, they're gonna shoot out of my dick. Come on and swallow them, my dear. Oh, swallow every drop. Oh, you've got to."
A few moments later, the steaming white pecker juice began to shoot from my cock. It spilled like crazy, shooting wildly into her. I really got a thrill when I observed the way that she was tackling my cock. She swallowed every drop of the hot stuff, and as it kept pouring out the end of my long dick, I felt good all over. My whole body seemed rejuvenated. I had never felt better than I did at that second.
"Oh, suck out every drop of it," I sighed. "Come on, baby, oh, I want you to swallow it. Go ahead, dear. Oh, swallow the juices. Swallow them, baby. Oh, come on, sweetheart. Oh, that was so good, so nice, so beautiful, so absolutely beautiful."
Mom had a big smile on her face after she finished the sucking.
"I knew you'd enjoy that, my dear," she said.
"Yes, I loved it. Oh, your tongue is so beautiful. The way you sweep it up and down my cock. I just love it."
"I want to get you off again. I know I can bring you off one more time."
"Oh, the sensations were so beautiful. Are you really gonna do it again?"
"Of course I am."
"Go ahead, honey. Oh, Alice baby. Do it."
Mom reached out and began tugging at my cock. She pulled at the tip of it, running her fingers over it, providing me with all kinds of excitement. My cock had gone down just ever so slightly after the last time that I juiced. So there she was, running her fingers over it again. As she manipulated her fingers over the tip of it, I got more and more excited. I could see just how fast the tingles were surfacing once more within me.
"Oh, baby, you're gonna bring me off again," I said. "You're getting my cock up there. I like the way you're fingering me. It's so beautiful."
"Sure it is, sweetheart. Oh, Chuck baby, you're so nice. I like it I really like it."
Up and down she circulated her fingers over my prick. She kept it up for a few more minutes, then removed her fingers from my rod.
"Okay, baby, this time I want to spread my legs for you," mom said. "I want you to plant your hot cock inside my pussy. I really want you to fuck me there."
"I'll do anything you want. Oh, I feel such tremendous heat. I've got to slam my cock inside your pussy."
"Sure you do. I can see you're feeling that great urgency. Just like I'm feeling it, doll. Okay, baby. We'll do it. Yes, oh, we've really got to fuck. We've got to give ourselves some beautiful action."
I watched as mom extended her legs. She tilted her body just right, flipping her ass upward ever so slightly. As she showed me her hot cut, she leaned forward and allowed the fingers of her right hand to slide against her mound. As she worked her fingers back and forth, she was getting set to receive my sharp jolts.
"I'm getting as much in the mood as I can," she smiled. "I want to receive your hot dick."
"Oh, yeah, baby. Oh, come on, sweetheart."
I reached down with my right hand, running my fingers up and down my large tool. I wanted to be as ready as I absolutely could before I shoved my hard, surging spear into my mother's pussy.
"Baby, oh, I want to really slam my cock into you," I said.
"Come on, sweetheart. Oh, plant it in me now. I want it. I really do want it."
"Oh, yeah. Here I go."
"Come on. Oh, come on and fuck me."
"Yes. Oh, I'm gonna plant it inside you."
"Oh, I'm spreading my legs, sweetheart. I'm gonna really spread them. Go ahead and drive your cock into me. Slam it, sweetheart. Oh, really plunge it. Give me a good solid fuck."
"Oh, yeah, I will."
I reached out and clutched at my mother's thighs. I held on firmly, then projected my cock forward, getting set to plunge it inside her pussy.
"Oh, darling let's fuck," she said. "Drive your cock, baby. Oh, honey, come on and stab me with it. Oh, drive it. Fuck, darling, oh, come on and screw me."
As I extended my cock forward, permitting it to thrust inside her mound, she gratefully received my stabs. She moved her body forward, receiving the hot jolting efforts that I put forth with my flaming rod.
"Oh, fuck me," she exclaimed. "Come on, baby. Oh, shove your thundering stick into me. Drive it in my pussy. Oh, screw me with it, baby. Oh, fuck me good. Fuck me hard. Oh, you really can fuck. Drive your cock, sweetheart. Oh, plant it inside me. Oh, all the way inside my pussy. Drive it, sweetheart. Oh, you're doing it."
While my cock kept on plunging ever deeper into my mother's mound, my fingers pressed more sharply than ever against her thighs. I held on good and tight, continuing to fuck her that much more sharply, letting my hot, rigid cock plunge deep inside her pussy.
"Oh, baby, fuck me," she sighed. "Keep it going. Oh, keep your cock stabbing. Thrust with it, baby. Oh, darling, keep it going. Oh, screw me with it. Drive it, sweetie. Oh, you can really fuck. You really know how to do it. Fuck me hard. Drive it, baby. Oh, baby, keep on screwing me."
The closer that I moved toward a climax, the more freely and eagerly my mother flipped her hips back and forth. I kept up my surging, stabbing thrusts, propelling my cock ever deeper inside her pussy as I directed it back and forth inside her.
"Oh, kiss me," mom sighed. "Keep it going, baby. Oh, run your tongue inside my mouth. Oh, honey, run your tongue inside my mouth. Come on and let it splash against mine. Oh, I want you to French with me. Go ahead, my dear. Oh, give me a hot French kiss. Let's keep up the beautiful fucking."
I slipped my tongue inside her mouth. While they danced back and forth, I kept fucking her more quickly than ever. My hot, surging, flaming tool continued its rapid-fire efforts. With great impact I kept on slamming my cock forward, driving it like a piston, pushing and pumping ever deeper into her mound.
I kept right on going, driving my cock eagerly, propelling it that much closer to climax.
As I found myself moving ever closer, I finally removed my tongue from her mouth.
"Oh, I need to come up for air," I exclaimed.
"I don't blame you, honey. Oh, just keep hammering away. Keep on fucking me with your hot dick. Oh, baby, keep it going. Oh, fuck me. Drive your hot tool into me. Oh, honey, keep it sliding. Oh, fuck me with it. Screw my mound. Oh, baby, you're really doing it Oh, sweetheart, just a few more fucks. Just a few more hot stabs. Oh, I know you're just about off. Oh, so am I. I'm juicing, sweetheart. Oh, baby, it feels so good. The juices are spraying. Oh, they're shooting out of me. If s such a wonderful feeling. Oh, it's so spectacular. I love it sweetheart, oh, I really do love it"
"Oh, here I go," I said.
I reached out and slapped at my lover's ass cheeks. Back and forth I kept up those movements, and while I was doing so, the hot, spurting droplets of creamy white liquid shot from the end of my hot stick. The juices kept on spraying, shooting wildly out of the end of my cock and into her pussy.
"Oh, what a fuck," I sighed. "Baby, oh, this is so nice. It really is. Oh, sweetheart, I really dig it. Oh, honey, I like it. Baby, oh, this is really nice. It's beautiful. It's absolutely beautiful."
The juices kept on spraying from the end of my pecker and into her mound. I loved every bit of it. It had to be one of the grooviest sensations a guy could ever get.
When I turned my cock loose from mom's mound, she looked at me and smiled. It was the happiest I had seen her since dad left.
"If you only knew just how much good you did me," she told me.
"Oh, baby. You did me a world of good, too."
"I needed it so badly, after your father leaving and all," mom said softly. "It was just beautiful, baby. Thanks again."
SUMMARY
I sought to bring the relationship between Charles and his mother into a current state of being.
"How is your relationship right now with your mother, Charles?"
"Oh, it's coming along just fine," he smiled. "Mom is so great She's so very young in her attitude. It makes for a very good relationship with me.
"I wish that you would clarify beyond what you just said."
"I mean, when it comes to us going out or something, it's like she isn't my mom but is a girlfriend. Do you follow me?"
"I believe so. I think that your remark also extends to sex, does it not?"
"It sure does. She's so beautiful when it comes to giving out. She likes what I give her and I like what she gives me. We get along just beautifully that way."
"Do you have sex with her very frequently?" I asked.
"Oh, yes, we have sex all the time. We really do. As a matter of fact, we started out having it just once in a while. But the better we got to know each other in that way and the more we kept desiring it, the more times we'd decide to have it. Now we just go ahead and do it any time we want to."
"How often is that?"
"Oh, we have sex sometimes two and three times a week."
"Isn't that rather dangerous for you to have it that often."
"I don't think so. I think it's beautiful."
"Do you socialize much with kids your own age."
"Yeah, quite a bit"
"Do you go to parties and things with girls?"
"I see what you're getting at," Charles grinned. "Sure I do. I like girls my own age, too."
"I see. Then your relationship with your mother hasn't brought you to the point where you don't even want to have contacts with girls your own age.
"Of course not. Why would it bring me to that point?"
"If s just that I have encountered a number of young boys who have gotten so carried away with their own mothers that they didn't even want to associate with anyone else."
"Oh, no. I'm not that way. For one thing, mom would never want it to reach that point. She told me that it's important that I lead an active social life with kids my own age. She told me it's part of the growing-up process. She said that what we have going for us is something else. She said that it's something that most people wouldn't even understand, but that we have to keep it to ourselves. The only reason I was willing to tell you was that you promised me that you wouldn't ever use my name or her name."
"I understand. I realize that you find it imperative to keep it secret, and I certainly respect your wishes. Does your mother go out with other men?"
"She does every now and then, but most of the men that she's gone with just don't seem to interest her."
"Is she divorced from your father yet?"
"No, but they're gonna be divorced pretty soon."
"Do you see your father very often, Charles?"
"Yes, I do. He drops over every now and then. But I can see there's always this tension in the air between mom and dad. It makes my sister and I both feel a little uncomfortable knowing it's there."
"I can imagine. Does your mother ever say anything about whether she wants to get married again or not?"
"She's talked to me about it a little. She figures this way. If she's gonna wait and be real careful she might get involved with a guy again. She's extra cautious and I don't blame her. After all, the break-up with dad did hurt her quite a bit. The one thing that really picked her up was having sex with me. I was sure glad I was able to help her. But she's a little afraid about getting drawn into another bad situation. She said she'd be real cautious. And on top of that, she just hasn't found anybody that she's gone out with that she likes that well."
"I understand. But she does intend to keep on trying?"
"Oh, sure."
"Assuming, Charles, that your mother did find somebody she wanted to marry. Do you suppose that you would feel jealous of the man?"
"Gosh, no. I'd feel real happy for mom."
"That's good. Your attitude appears to be very mature in that respect. Would it be easy for you to give up having sex with your mother at that point?"
"No, it wouldn't be easy at all. Nothing that gives a guy as much fun as I've gotten from my sex with mom would be easy to give up. That's for damn sure. But that doesn't mean that I couldn't do it. If I thought that mom was really happy it would make me feel so good that I would be glad to give her up. I mean, glad for her sake."
"You really are a remarkable young man, Charles. You're far more mature in your thinking than most young men your age could ever hope to be. I do think, though, that you ought to consider giving up the sex right now."
"Why would I want to do that?"
"In spite of what you say you would do if your mother would get married or find another man, I think that it would be hard for both of you to alter these patterns that are developing so strongly right now. I think you ought to consider that point that I'm making. You're getting drawn more and more into this pattern, and the more drawn into the pattern you get, the harder it is for you to ever give it up."
"I suppose you're right about that. I think I understand what you're saying. But I couldn't give it up right now. Mom needs it too much and so do I. But maybe if things start going a little better in her life and she meets a guy she happens to really dig, well, maybe under those circumstances I could."
"Do you think that there's much likelihood of that happening any time soon?" I pressed.
"I guess not. Not really. It would be kind of tough for me to answer that question yes. As I told you before, mom is really cautious. She's told me so many times about how disappointed she was in dad. She placed all of her love in him. She was really relying on him to do the right thing, and when he proved to be something less than what she wanted, that really crushed her. That's had quite an effect on her thinking."
"I think you ought to tell her one thing, though."
"What's that?" he asked me curiously.
"You ought to tell her that just because she had the one bad experience that it would not be in her best interests to let something like this shape her thinking forever. If she gets too gun-shy, then her attitude would prevent her from finding the right man, even if the right potential individual happened to show up on the scene."
"Yeah, I think I know what you're saying."
"Certainly. She has to be in the right attitude in order to meet the right man."
"I guess maybe you have a point there."
"I do hope you'll consider what I said about the sex," I said. "If you're going to have it, it would at least be best for you to start restraining yourself just a little bit. If you do that, then things are going to change a little. It'll be an easier adjustment for you to make if and when your mother does meet somebody."
The subject of Case Three, James Y., differs from that of Barry and Charles.
In the case of James, he was drawn into sex, seduced through strange means.
CASE THREE
James Y., was a dark-haired, outward-going young man of twelve who was more than willing to discuss everything about his sex life.
Unfortunately for James, he had experienced so much at an early age that he tended to take a blase attitude about things that should have concerned him a great deal. That is the one element that one cannot help but discern from a careful reading of his case.
The following is James's case:
My mother Yvonne is a gorgeous blonde of thirty-three. She was divorced from my old man a few years ago, and I guess it must have left her with a pretty bitter taste against men in general.
Oh, for a while there were men who'd come around to the apartment, and I could hear mom balling with them. They'd get pretty drunk, and they'd gp to bed. But these men didn't satisfy her. I could tell from the way I'd hear her talk to her girl friends from the office on the telephone. As a matter of fact, she would mention how pissed off she would get at this guy or that. I remember her saying one time on the telephone that they were all the same, and that all they were interested in was what she had between her legs. She really sounded bitter about it, too.
There came a point in time about a year or so ago, though, when things started changing with mom. I was a little naive at the time so I couldn't quite figure out what was happening, but soon I picked up enough smarts to find out what was happening. It turned out that mom was switching from guys to gals. She figured that it was high time for her to get off men altogether, or at least for the most part. So I started seeing cute chicks all over the place. All the while, I figured, mom was looking for that one broad that she'd want a little bit more than just a fuck. Mom had this desire to throw herself into a good relationship, and I guess since she decided she wouldn't get it from a man, or at least wasn't likely to, that perhaps she could get it from another woman.
Then one day I met this cute chick in her twenties who came home with mom. Her name was Terry, and it turned out that she was a divorcee, just like mom. I heard them talking on the sofa about what lousy men they had married, and how happy they were that they'd gotten rid of such pains in the ass. Since I didn't ever care too much for my father anyway, it didn't really bother me one hell of a lot to hear mom raking the old man over the coals.
This Terry had the brightest red hair that you ever saw, and a gorgeous face and figure to go along with it. Oh, damned, could she ever fill a pants suit, which was what she wore that day, and wore so many times after that. And when she didn't have on the pants suit, she would often wear a bright-colored miniskirt that would show off her lovely legs. She was really some kind of woman, even though I was just a young punk who didn't know too much about sex, but I sure recognized quality when I saw it.
Terry started coming around more often, and I figured that mom had something a little stronger going with her than she had with these other chicks. In the cases of the other girls she would engage in stop-and-start type of things, and it wouldn't take her all that long to get tired of them. But Terry was different. She was better looking than any of the others and had an absolutely gorgeous figure. On top of that, mom seemed to get along with her real well. They didn't argue in conversation like I would hear mom doing with the other chicks, particularly after they'd had a few drinks.
One evening they came home right straight from work. Mom fixed dinner for all of us, and after that she told me I could go to my room.
"But I wanted to look at television," I told her.
"You heard what I said, Jim. You go to your room. Terry and I have things to talk about."
"Sorry, honey, I hate to think of you being punished just because we're gonna do some yakking," Terry looked at me and smiled apologetically.
Terry had a way of just melting any bit of resistance that I might have otherwise had. Perhaps I would have given mom a big argument about it if Terry hadn't been there, but she looked so sweet and gorgeous just sitting there that I wasn't gonna argue with her, or mom.
"That's all right, Terry," I said. "I don't mind it. Maybe I can do some reading. I've got a book report that's due at school."
"A splendid idea," mom nodded. "After all, you haven't been spending too much on your school work lately. About all you seem to care about is looking at baseball games."
"I guess that's natural enough for a boy his age," Terry said.
"I guess so, but I don't like his doing it that much. His school work will suffer."
"He's a bright boy," Terry looked at me and smiled. "You don't need to worry about him. He's just going through a stage now. When it comes to buckle down, he will. Won't you, honey?"
"Sure," I grinned at Terry. I would have agreed to anything around Terry.
"You're only twenty-four years old," mom told Terry. "You're almost ten years younger than I am, dear. How can you be so wise?"
"I'm pretty good at picking up on things. Besides, sometimes you can get so close to analyzing your own boy that you can't really see what's going on. I'm telling you that I think the kid is going to be all right."
"Oh, I suppose you're right," mom said. "Maybe I do just expect too much."
A few minutes later, I went up to my room. I started reading this book that I was gonna do the review on in school, but soon found out that I was unable to concentrate. I could hear sounds from the living room. Sounds of loud laughter. Then I began to smell something strange. A strong stench. I didn't know it then, bat I was getting my first sample of pot.
When the smell got so strong that I wondered if the place was on fire or something, I left my room and walked downstairs to investigate. Then I got a real jolt. Mom and Terry were sitting on the rug sprawled out completely naked. They really looked gorgeous. Mom had just about as good a body as Terry, and together they were really something. They were cracking up laughing, and as they laughed their heads off they kept passing around this marijuana cigarette. One of them would take a puff, and then the other would get an opportunity. It was quite an experience for both of them.
"Baby, you're too much," mom said to Terry. "Pretty quick I'm gonna have to eat your snatch."
At that point Terry turned around and observed me watching from the top of the stairs.
"Hello, honey," she smiled at me.
When mom saw me, I thought she was gonna swallow her marijuana cigarette.
"What are you doing here?" she asked.
"I just smelled something strange. I wondered what was wrong. I'm sorry. I wasn't trying to cause any problems."
"Of course you weren't," Terry said. "I don't usually go for men anymore, honey, but I do happen to think you're awfully cute. I wish you'd come down here and join us. But before you do, take off your clothes. Undressing can be such a liberating experience."
"I suppose that it can," I said, smiling.
Even though I had been embarrassed before, Terry once again was successful in bringing me back down to earth. She really had a way with me.
"You've got to be nuts," mom exclaimed. "That'll be the worst thing in the world for him to come down here and sit with us in the nude."
"haven't you ever given your boy a joint?" Terry asked.
"Of course not."
"Come on now. You know, honey, these aren't the Dark Ages. At least they shouldn't be. I'm gonna light up a fresh cigarette. This one's just about gone. And as soon as I do, I'm gonna pass it around not only to you but to that gorgeous son of yours. Besides, I'd like to see him naked."
"I get the feeling you're hot for him."
"I might be."
"You're nuts," mom shook her head and laughed. "He's twelve years old and you're twenty-four. That's quite an age difference."
"No, it isn't. He's a pretty smart twelve and I'm a pretty young twenty-four. Well be able to find a happy meeting ground."
I was so flattered hearing Terry talk like that that I could hardly believe it. I quickly removed my clothes, seeking to do everything that that beautiful chick asked me to do.
"Oh, baby, you really do look cute," Terry smiled as she looked at me. "And what a nice cock you have. Come down here, baby, and join us. I'm gonna roll a fresh cigarette, and then we're gonna take turns smoking it. Have you ever smoked any kind of cigarette, dear?"
"No, never."
"Well, you're saving yourself for the right thing. This marijuana is really groovy. You're gonna get into a nice, slap-happy mood just like your mother and I. You're gonna do a lot of laughing. The thing that's nice about it is that it loosens you up. I mean, the old inhibitions fly away and you feel just so loose. Oh, it's a wonderful feeling. It's just so groovy."
"I'm looking forward to it," I said.
"I'm not," mom gasped. "I still say that you're nuts, Terry. If I had any sense, I'd really put my foot down and tell you that there's no way I'm gonna permit that."
"Come on now, baby. You know, if he doesn't do it with us, he's gonna do it somewhere else some other time. All you're gonna do is stall off the inevitable. Did that ever occur to you?"
"Oh, I suppose you're right."
"Of course I am. Now just let him join us."
I was more than delighted to walk down the stairs and join the two of them, stretching out on the rug between them. I watched as Terry conscientiously rolled a cigarette, then lit it She took one quick puff, then passed it immediately to me.
"Now inhale, baby," she said. "Just make sure you don't blow it out. You've got to inhale every bit of it. That is, to get the maximum satisfaction. Come on, my dear. You can do it. I know you're gonna be a good marijuana smoker."
I started smoking the grass. The first few times I coughed awfully hard and my eyes started to water.
"Just stay with it," Terry encouraged me. "You're inexperienced, that's all. But you're gonna do real well. You just give yourself half a chance, baby."
I did begin to improve, and the better I got the wider the smile that surfaced on lovely Terry's lips. As she kept on watching me, she observed me drifting that much farther into a sea of dizziness.
"Yes, we're all floating in the clouds,'' Terry said "This is so great, baby. Oh, yes, my dear. Ah, I love it."
We finished the cigarette, and by the time that I took my last puff I realized just how much the cigarette had affected me. It was nothing that I realized right away. It was just something that kind of snuck up on me, and by the time that I finished, I felt just great. I was truly up in the clouds.
"Honey, I want you to join us in the bedroom," Terry said.
"Now I am putting my foot down," mom gasped.
"Why is that? The kid ought to learn about the facts of life, and I can't think of a better way."
"I'm not gonna let him sit through something like that."
"My guess is that he figures we're hot for each other anyway. So he sees us sitting down here smoking marijuana in the nude. I'm sure he's a shrewd enough boy to calculate what's gonna happen after that. Aren't you, honey?"
"Of course. After you get through here, you're gonna go up to mom's bedroom and ball."
"There you have it," Terry looked over at mom. "Are there any more questions?"
"It's just that I don't want to have him up there watching us when we're in the act. Ifs one thing for him to maybe be aware of something, but ifs quite different to carry it all this far."
"You worry much too much," Terry said, getting up slowly from the rug. "Come on, honey. I want you to be my good luck charm. I'll feel much better with you up there. As a matter of fact, after your mother and I have a little sex, just maybe we'll get involved."
"Now just a damned second," mom said. "All this joking and foolishness has gone too far."
"I'm not joking about a thing," Terry said. "I've never been more serious in my life. I want a good screw, and I think I can get it from two people here, mother and son."
Mom said nothing more, getting up and accompanying Terry to her bedroom. Meanwhile I tagged along, not wanting to say any more than I absolutely had to. I figured that if I didn't say much that I wouldn't be as likely to get hurt. I knew how mom felt. She was basically opposed to what was happening.
The moment that mom and Terry arrived in the bedroom, they threw their arms around each other. I watched them lock their naked legs around each other as they threw themselves into bed. Their bodies trembled with great eagerness as they slipped their tongues inside each other's mouth. Back and forth their tongues darted and stabbed. All the while they were feeling great mounting pangs of anxiety.
While they continued their hot French kiss, mom reached down and began fingering Terry's pussy. Terry was quick to return the favor, slipping her fingers inside mom's snatch. Together they worked their fingers with great vigor, and all the while they were pushing each other ever closer to a devastating climax.
They fingered their hot mounds with great proficiency. When they finally removed their fingers, they got set to slip their tongues inside each other's hot snatch.
"Ah, baby, I really want to suck you," Terry said. "I can't hold out any more. I want it right now. I want to eat our your box."
"I want to go down on you, too, sweetheart. Oh, let's really get into it. Come on, baby."
I couldn't help but reach down and jerk on my hot, naked prick as I watched the girls move into sixty-nine position. Mom got on top of Terry, flipping her ass in the younger girl's face.
"Oh, Yvonne, you've got the cutest little snatch and the cutest little ass," Terry laughed. "We're really gonna have ourselves some fun sucking each other."
"You'd better believe it, baby. Oh, this is gonna be so nice. Just wait until we get our beautiful tongues working."
"I know. Let's start right now."
"There's no way that I could hold out any longer. We've got to do it. We've got to start sucking."
"That's the attitude. I'm all for that"
At that point the conversation abruptly came to an end. The girls began to suck each other. I watched as mom slipped her tongue inside of her lover's twat. Back and forth she slid her tongue, working it ever so spectacularly. While she did so, she reached down and clutched at her lover's hot butt. Ever so eagerly she kept it up, letting her tongue spin ever so wildly, allowing it to thrust deep inside of her lover's snatch.
While that was happening, mom in turn started receiving some thrusting tongue stabs from Terry. I liked the way that Terry reached out and tenaciously grabbed at her lover's ass cheeks. She held on ever so tightly, clutching with her fingers while she sucked, driving her tongue with devastating passion deep inside her lover's hot box.
Their hot ass cheeks twisted back and forth as they worked each other ever closer to a dramatic climax. They kept up their penetrating tongue stabs, working their tongues ever so sharply, propelling one another ever closer to the point of blissful climax.
The farther that they got along in the act of sucking, the quicker that I instinctively maneuvered my fingers up and down the full length of my hard pecker. I kept on sliding my fingers up and down my hot rod, and all the while my eyes kept on watching the girls with fascination, observing them moving each other ever closer to the point of climax.
It was Terry who bolted first, shooting her hot juices inside of mom's mouth. I watched as mom swallowed hard, going after the droplets, eagerly collecting every one of them.
As soon as mom finished sucking out Terry's box, Terry moved mom ever closer. She reached out and slapped at mom's ass cheeks, and as she did mom twisted her buttocks back and forth, eagerly anticipating every subsequent suck that was delivered.
"Oh, eat out my box," mom exclaimed. "Terry baby, oh, I tasted you. Now you're gonna taste me. Oh, sweetie, come on and unleash the droplets. Sweetheart, oh, you really must do it. Go ahead, dear. Oh, suck me, come on, suck me. Unleash it all, baby. Oh, let it all hang out. Go get it all. Suck out my pussy."
A few brisk strokes later, the hot snatch juices began to shoot from mom's pussy. They spilled into Terry's mouth, and as Terry gobbled up mom's juices, I had to remove my fingers from my cock. I was getting just too dangerously close to climax.
When mom removed her butt from Terry's face, Terry looked over at me and smiled.
"I knew you'd get a fantastic hard-on watching us," Terry nodded. "I guess that means that you're ready to fuck me, aren't you?"
"Ill do anything you say," I gulped.
"The first thing you can do is eat my box. Do you want to suck me?"
"You're so beautiful, I'll do anything."
"Now that's what a girl likes to hear. You're so sweet talking that way, my darling. Okay, so let's get it on. Let's get it on right now. Baby, I'm spreading my legs for you. Now just turn your tongue loose. Slip it down between my hot legs. Eat out my snatch. You can do it, sweetheart. Oh, come on and drive your tongue against my mound. Baby, oh, really thrust it. Sweetheart, oh, we're gonna make such wonderful music. We really are. Oh, eat out my box. And while you're doing it, run your fingers over my butt."
I was determined to do everything that Terry asked me to do. I got down between her legs, reaching back with both hands and letting my fingers maneuver over her soft, smooth yet firm ass cheeks. I loved pinching her butt, and as I kept up my scorching finger movements, I became that much more determined to suck her to climax.
"Go down on me," she sighed. "Oh, baby, come on, darling, and let your tongue move. Oh, plant it inside my pussy. Baby, oh, I know you're gonna do it. Oh, sweetheart. Eat out my box."
As my fingers kept on gliding around her buttocks, I thrust my tongue forward. I permitted it to land against her blazing mound. Back and forth I stepped up my pace, eagerly sliding my tongue around her box. At first I was so eager to please her that I'm afraid I achieved the opposite effect. I moved my tongue too fast, propelling myself quickly into a state of panic But soon I was able to start playing it cool. I sucked out her mound a little more methodically than before, and a little more slowly. I kept up my burning pace, driving my tongue forward, planting it ever deeper into her box. But all the while I worked at a systematic pace, pleasing her with every stroke.
There you go," she nodded. That's more like it, honey. Yes, now you're really picking up the art of pussy sucking. Oh, go down on me, honey. Eat out my hot box. Sweetheart, oh, you're so good at it Come on and drive your tongue, baby. Oh, baby, you're so great. Suck me, oh, come on and suck me mound. Eat out my box. I'm just about there, lover. Yes, just a few more strokes and I'll be there."
A few darting tongue stabs later, the juices started to shoot from Terry's pussy. I liked the way that her body was rocking back and forth. It put me that much more into the mood, making me ever more eager to swallow every droplet of hot juice that shot from her mound.
"Oh, honey, eat it," she sighed ever so impatiently. "Come on, lover. Oh, swallow my hot pussy juices. Sweetheart, oh, you're very good. Oh, you're the greatest. Swallow it. Ah, honey, suck me. Oh, keep sucking me. Eat out my box. Oh, honey, you're so great. Eat it out, sweetheart."
I swallowed her last few droplets of juice, then removed my tongue from Terry's pussy.
"Now let's go to work on your cock," Terry smiled.
She teased my long, hot tool by reaching out with both hands and caressing it. She leaned forward and kissed it several times, right at the very tip, providing me with all kinds of wild thrills.
"Oh, baby, that's good," she sighed. "I love kissing your cock. I'm gonna play with it I'm gonna get it so hot it's just gonna have to shoot That's all there is to it."
Mom still looked a little uncomfortable as she watched the action between Terry and I.I think she was afraid that Terry was gonna turn me into a juvenile delinquent or something by fucking with me, but she didn't say anything. She just sat there watching, and all the while Terry and I kept on getting more and more intimate.
After Terry had worked her fingers up and down my huge cock, she reached out with both hands and started gliding her fingers around my balls. She played with my hot testicles for a few minutes, then swiftly removed her fingers.
"Okay, you can fuck me now," Terry said. "You can drive your cock inside my pussy. Go ahead, honey. No reason to fear anything. I can't have kids. So you can just fuck to your heart's content. Come on and drive your cock, sweetie. Oh, give me some good hot action. Fuck it, baby. Oh, stick your cock into my pussy. Drive it, baby. Oh, let's really give it a good fuck. Oh, tear into my hot mound. Really give it a good screwing. Fuck me, baby. Oh, drive it, sweetheart. Oh, give me a good hot fuck."
I flipped my cock forward, permitting it to penetrate inside her mound. As I kept up my vigorous, thrusting cock stabs, I pumped hard, propelling myself forward as I pushed my prick deep inside her hot mound.
Every time that I fucked her good and hard, her hips would thrust back and forth. She was vigorously receiving every solid stab that my hot prick sent forth. All the while I was driving it into her with everything that I had, and she was eagerly receiving the beautiful stabs.
"Oh, baby, fuck me," she sighed. "Darling, oh, drive it into me. Baby, oh, sweetie, send your cock into me. Fuck me with your hot tool. Grind it, darling, oh, I really want you to grind it Keep up the fucking. Oh, stab me with it. Come on, baby, oh, you're penetrating. You're hitting me so hard with it. Oh, what a fuck. What a beautiful fuck. Go off inside me."
"I'm just about ready to do it," I sighed. "I can't keep this up for much longer. Oh, damned, I'm just too hot."
"I know you are. Oh, keep sending your tool into me. Fuck me, darling. Oh, baby, keep up the fucking. Stab me with your hot dick. Drive your tool into me, baby. Oh, come on and drive it hard. Fuck me. Oh, screw me."
A few burning cock strokes later, I could feel the itchiness start to surface in both my cock and balls. I knew that there was no way that I could withhold the juices any longer. They were destined to shoot out of the end of my hot, surging tool.
"Here I go," I sighed.
"Pour it into me," she exclaimed. "Oh, pour your hot cock juices inside my pussy. Baby, oh, you've really got to do it Oh, sweetheart, come on, dear. Oh, keep fucking. Keep slamming your pecker. Oh, drive it inside my hot mound. This is so good. I love it. Oh, it's so very nice. Keep fucking me. Oh, keep stabbing me. Yes, dear, oh, I really love it"
As I kept slipping my tool inside her hot mound, the juices finally began to shoot from the end of my long surging stick. It sprayed into her mound ever so voluminously, shooting wildly into her pussy.
"Oh, I'm there," I said. "This is so good, honey.
Oh, what a fuck. Oh, what a glamorous screw."
I turned my cock away from her pussy, and Terry reached out and threw her arms around me. She kissed my lips ever so gratefully.
"Now that was what I would call a good fuck," she told me. "You were so fantastic, my dear. You know, I think you ought to give your mother some of the same kind of action."
"You've got to be crazy,'' mom looked at her. I don't want my son to become a mother-fucker."
"Stop making jokes," Terry laughed. "Your boy has a lot going for him. He's a pretty handsome fellow. He can give you plenty of sensations. I'm just about off of men myself, but I'm not gonna let a handsome guy like him get off of the hook if I can help it. I want him, and I'm gonna see to it that we enjoy each other in just the right way."
"You really are a strange one," mom shook her head.
"I'm strange in one sense. I don't listen to what society says. I take my kicks as I want them and as I find them. I figured you were the same way, but I'm not so sure right now."
"Just because I don't want to screw with my own son?"
"That's what I mean. You're acting really strange. Come on, honey, you can have some beautiful sex with him. Go ahead and do it. Screw with him. Ball with him, sweetheart."
"Just what should I do?"
"Maybe it would be good to start out in a more restrained manner," Terry suggested. "You could have him go down on your pussy. He did a good job of pleasing me that way. I'm sure he'd do an equally successful job with you."
"He is cute, but he does happen to be my own son," Yvonne pointed out.
"Come on now, Yvonne baby," she laughed. "Don't get so damned technical. Let's do it. Let's have ourselves a good screw."
Mom looked at me, smiled, then began to spread her legs. She wanted to see how I would react.
"You don't want me, do you, Jim?" mom asked.
"Oh, yeah. I'd like to have sex with you," I replied, fooling her.
"Really?"
"You're damned right. You're beautiful, mom."
"I told you," Terry laughed. "So let's get it on, Yvonne. Let him suck out your pussy. If he can give you some pleasure, then what the hell's wrong with that? You should enjoy it."
"Maybe you're right," Yvonne shrugged. "Maybe I'm looking at it a little narrowly."
"Of course you are," Terry exclaimed. "Now let's get started. Go down on her hot mound. Start sucking, Jim old boy."
"With great pleasure," I laughed.
I threw myself back into the bed. I picked up the scent of mom's pussy, then observed that her hips were twisting nervously. I could see that she definitely did want some action. It was just that she was a little afraid to go all the way with me.
"Run your tongue over my mound," Yvonne coaxed. "Come on, sweetie. Oh, you can do it. Give me some good pussy sucking."
'That's more like it. Now you're not afraid."
I went to work with a fury on my mother's pussy. I liked the way she kept on wielding her hips back and forth as I went to work. It was obvious that even though she had opposed the idea of me going down on her, it was only a temporary thing. Once that I got my old tongue functioning in high gear, she was so darned tickled she didn't know what to do.
"Oh, keep your burning tongue twisting inside my twat," she eagerly exclaimed. "Drive it, baby. Oh, you're gonna have me off in no time. Bring me off, sweetie. Oh, suck my blazing cunt. Drive your tongue, honey. Oh, sweetheart, you're so good at it. Drive it, doll. Oh, come on, keep your tongue in my burning bush. Keep it sliding. Oh, baby, come on and work it. Sweetheart, oh, come on, baby. Suck my pussy."
A few strokes later, she juiced, shooting the pussy juices into my mouth. I gobbled up every drop of the stuff, and when I was done, mom was wild for more.
"Oh, honey, you really are a beautiful fuck," she chuckled. "I can stand spme more from you, baby. Come on, sweetheart. Oh, I want to go down on you. I want to suck out your dick. You sucked me, so I can return the favor."
"I want to get in on this, too," Terry grinned, sliding her beautiful body back into bed. "Ill tell you what, Jim baby. You can just lie there and prop you ass up just a little bit on a pillow. While your mother is sucking out your dick, I can be eating out your ass."
"Terry, you're an absolute genius when it comes to thinking up these things," mom laughed.
"Of course I am. Like I told you I do what I want to do. I'm not afraid to let it all hang out. Maybe some people are, but not me."
"I admire you for that," mom laughed.
I propped my ass up on a pillow, then got really taken care of. As I lay back and received the hot, jolting tongue sensations from Terry inside my ass-hole, Yvonne worked her fingers up and down my long pecker. She was getting me ready to suck my dick, to go down on my hard rod and drain the juice out of me.
"Come on, ahhh, eat out my cock," I exclaimed.
"You can do it, my sweet. Oh, Yvonne you're gonna suck me."
"Sure I am, but first I'm gonna have fun running my fingers over your rod."
"Oh, yes. This is great. Come on, baby. Oh, come on and let your fingers fly. Slide them over my dick. Oh, really let them move. Baby, oh, you're really gonna let them go. You're letting them grip my dick. Oh, Terry, you're too much, you're really doing it."
Terry kept working her tongue back and forth with feverish impact, sliding it high and deep into my anus. All the while my cock got that much harder and more eager to be pleased.
"Come on, mom, suck me off right now," I gasped. "Go ahead, baby. Oh, work your tongue. Come on and slide it, sweetie. Oh, suck me off. Drive it, honey. Oh, you can really work it. Oh, suck me off."
Mom leaned forward, allowing her tongue to slip around the tip of my cock. She kept up that wild action for a few moments, then started extending her tongue efforts to the full length of my sharp bulging instrument.
"Oh, you're gonna get some hot cum pretty soon," I said. "You're really gonna stroke my dick, baby. Oh, darling, come on and suck me. Oh, suck me off. Come' on, baby. Oh, go down on me, sweetheart. Suck my hot rod. Oh, bring me off. Suck it, darling. Oh, work it. Eat me. Oh, come on, darling. You're really gonna eat me."
As she kept on twisting her tongue up and down my long pecker, she reached out with both hands, letting them glide along my balls. She really knew how to fondle my testicles, and as she kept up that action, simultaneously timing her finger sensations with the tongue stabs she applied to my cock, I pushed ever closer to the point of a dramatic climax.
"Oh, here I go," I warned them both. Come on, Terry, just keep up your hot movements. Oh, drive your tongue inside my hot ass. Eat it out, darling. Oh, baby, come on and suck ass. Drive it, honey, oh, sweetheart, you're so great. Come on, honey, oh, suck my dick, Yvonne. Oh, play with my balls. Oh, you two girls are sucking me beautifully. You're gonna bring me off. Oh, I feel this itch. I feel it all the way to my toes. Oh, what a wonderful feeling. Oh, damned I'm itching all over. Keep on sucking me. Oh, both of you keep it up. Slide your tongues. Oh, bring me off. Bring me off, baby."
A few burning tongue stabs later, the first few droplets of thick creamy cum began to ooze from the end of my cock. I realized that there would be a lot more shooting out of there later, and there I was, my body flipping back and forth, the juices starting to shoot from, my dick.
"Oh, swallow all of it," I exclaimed. "Eat me, sweetie. Oh, here it goes. Now, it's really juicing. The stuff is shooting out of there so fast. Oh, suck me dry, sweetheart. Yes, oh, darling, you're really gonna eat every drop. Sweetheart, oh, come on and suck it. Oh, suck it all out of me. Baby, oh, you're doing it."
I reached out with both hands and ran my fingers through my lover's hair. Mom was sucking with everything she had, swallowing every droplet of my hot juices as I kept on spilling them into her mouth. All the while, Terry kept up her ass licking, driving her tongue wildly until the last few drops of juice escaped from my cock.
"Oh, you're really licking my ass," I told Terry. "Baby, oh, you're both champs. You're both so good. Oh, damned, what a three-way."
When Terry and mom both removed their tongues from my ass-hole and cock, they looked at each other and smiled.
"I guess I was a little narrow minded in my attitude," mom admitted. "That was some three-way."
"Aren't you happy that I suggested it?"
"You know, Terry, I don't think ifs possible for you to do wrong."
"Why don't you suck my pussy to prove it"
"Any time, baby, particularly right now."
I watched as mom looked down at Terry's moist pussy with great admiration. She reached down with the fingers of her right hand, stroking slowly.
"Here we go again," I laughed.
A few seconds later they were off to the races. Mom had her head buried in Terry's twat.
SUMMARY
I decided to explore further the astonishing activities that James Y. had been involved in.
"Tell me more about the three-way sex in which you involved yourself with your mother and Terry," I said.
"What do you want to know about it?" he looked at me grinningly.
"For one thing, you seem very proud of the fact that you have had sex with both of them. Do I read you correctly?"
"You're fucking right you do," Jim slapped his knee and laughed. "I'm proud of every sex act I've ever had. But particularly with them."
"You mentioned the fact that you hadn't had much in the way of sex experience until the time that you had it with Terry and your mother. Would you be willing to say that that opened you up to other avenues?"
"It sure did. You know, mom has been stepping out a little more lately."
"With women or men?"
"Oh, no. She's been pretty much sticking within the pattern of women. Terry kind of talked her into it. Terry said that even though they loved each other so much, that they still ought to go out and experiment with other people. So lately they've been having some wild orgies over at the place, and Terry and mom both want me to get involved."
"Is there a good deal of marijuana smoking that goes on at these orgies?"
"The air is so thick with it that you could cut it with a knife," Jim laughed. "It's really groovy. And I've gotten so much good ass lately. I'll tell you something, I can't confide in the guys that I know at school, but if they had any idea what kind of action I am getting, would they ever be jealous. It's just the greatest. I'm getting a screw any time and practically any way that I want to."
"It appears that your mother has now reached the point where she is actively encouraging you to get involved in lots of sex."
"That's for sure," Jim quickly agreed. "She ought to. Hell, ifs not hurting me any. I'm having all kinds of wild fun."
"What makes you say that ifs not hurting your
"Like mom and Terry both say, ifs just clean, wholesome fun. Besides, when I reach the point when it's time for me to start getting serious with a girl, I'm gonna really know all the ropes. I'll know every sex act, and I'll know them all well. Ill be a pretty informed guy. That'll make me feel damned happy."
"Do you anticipate any difficulty in severing your sex relations with your mother?"
"She told me that when the time comes, shell gladly let me go. But she wants to keep having sex with me now, even though I'm also having it with some high school girls. She told me that she feels our little sex sessions have been very helpful in getting me ready to screw with other people."
"How do you feel on that matter?"
"I've got to agree with her, I've got to agree right down the line," he said. "What the hell, this experience can't do a woman any harm. As long as a guy has a long, hard and willing cock, just why shouldn't he spread it around as much as he wants to? If he wants a good screw, then he ought to get it. He ought to go get it any time and in any way that he wants to."
"Don't you ever think about the feelings of others?"
"I don't even try and go after these girls who want the loving, the kissing, all this jazz. Not that I'm against kissing. It's just that I'm against having to practically worship their cunts and take them out for months before I even get a chance to fuck them. That's the kind of thing that I'm definitely against. Well, that's what some of them want. Some of the girls at school are like that. So I'm not going for that type at all."
"You mean to say you're placing all of your emphasis on the rather promiscuous girls?"
"You're damned right," he laughed. "They're the ones that know where the fun is. To hell with all this crap about being virtuous and all that jazz. These girls are absolute bores. Why the hell do I want them? I want somebody I can stick my stiff prick into and get some thrills with. Is there anything wrong with that?"
"Just one thing to my way of thinking. I think that you ought to start thinking about responsibility."
"What the hell is that?" he laughed loudly, practically mocking me. "The only responsibility I'm thinking of is getting my kicks. A girl ought to be thinking of her responsibility, which is just having some fun. People take all this stuff too seriously. This is what my mother told me. She said that's the way it was when she married my father. She had this feeling that he was the greatest guy in the world and all that crap. But she got over it She found out pretty soon that he was just a hot stud with a long prick. That was really all there was to it in the final analysis."
"Don't you think there's a little more to marriages than that?"
"Most of the time I don't think so," he said. "Mom said that ifs a case of a guy wanting a regular fuck and the woman wanting a meal ticket."
"I think that she's right up to a point, ifs just that she oversimplified it."
"You can argue that one out with her," Jim said. "As for me, I'm just having fun taking my kicks where I can find them. I'm not gonna trade places with anybody. No way. Not while things are going this well."
I hated to see James Y. entrapped in such thinking. It was obvious, however, how he had come to these conclusions. What with his mother providing him with the wrong kind of guidance, it was clearly understandable that Jim would take such an attitude.
The subject of Case Four, Dennis L., was a victim of non-existent guidance in the home. Whereas James's mother had at least been a little diffident about involving herself in sex with her son, Dennis's mother, once the circumstances arose, seemed to hold no compunctions whatsoever.
CASE FOUR
Dennis L. was a soft-spoken, blonde-haired young man of eleven.
Despite his soft-spoken manner, however, he was a highly experienced young individual. His sex expressions had become warped as a result of the lack of parental guidance he received in his home.
Following is Dennis's story:
My old lady works as a waitress, and my father works nights at an auto plant. That of course gives my mother plenty of opportunities. She's kept her figure in damned good shape, and after she bleached her hair and became a blonde, she noticed lots more guys making passes at her.
Mom is thirty-eight now, but sure as hell doesn't look it. Some of the high school guys in the area would be amazed to know just how old she is. She tells them she had me when she was just no more than a child, which is a damned lie. But she's been able to get a lot more ass that way, and I've seen her tie it on with guys in any number of ways. I can remember one night when the old man had gone and she had a whole ring of young teenagers sitting in a circle jacking off. She let them jerk themselves into a frenzy, and then she figured it was time to do something about it.
I guess you won't have any difficulty figuring out what she did. She started slipping her tongue against their cocks. She took them on one by one, going after every drop of cream that she could. By the time that she finished them all off, I guess she had herself quite a liquid dinner. It kept her satisfied for a few days, anyway, which is really all you can ask for where mom is concerned. When it comes to having a good time, it takes one hell of a lot to satisfy her.
One evening recently when the old man was out, I was having myself a fling. I'd gotten such a good education watching mom take on all these studs that I figured it was my turn. So I was going after chicks, and the one that I had corralled in my bedroom really wasn't fighting all that hard. She was a cute little brown-haired girl named Sue. She was fifteen and lived just across the street from us. I could see that quite a few of the guys at school were scoring with her, and I figured if they could, so could I. I had to lie about my age a little, of course, but once I did that it wasn't really all that big a sweat to get her into bed with me.
I must say that once she got off her panties and bra, she showed me a better figure than I figured she had. Mind you, I didn't think she had a bum figure. It's just that I didn't expect her to look as great as she did once she stripped off everything.
She lay back stroking her pussy, just begging me to go down on her. Hell, when a chick's that good looking and has a body like Sue does, she's not gonna have to beg me to go down on her. I'll eat her damned box any time and any way she wants me to.
"Come on, baby," she goaded me on. "My pussy is nice and warm. Oh, it's moist from where I fingered it. So come on, sweetie, and run your tongue against it. Slide it nice and fast, sweetheart. Oh, I really want you to stick your tongue in there. Give me lots of motion, honey. Lots of beautiful motion. Just work your tongue, sweetheart. Really slide it. Run it inside my mound."
I dropped my head down between her legs. Before I started eating out her hot mound, I let my tongue flip against her left leg. She liked the thigh movements, and the faster I kept up the pace, the better she enjoyed it.
"Ahhh, move the action over to the other thigh," she finally exclaimed. "Come on, baby. Oh, suck my hot thigh. Do it, darling. Oh, and while you're sucking my thighs, play with my pussy. Stroke me there, darling. Stroke my gorgeous little kit. Play with pussy. Come on, pussy's waiting for you. Play with my pussy."
While my tongue rotated with savage desire against her right thigh, I let my fingers move around her hot box. I loved the moisture that had surfaced there, and I knew that it would only be a little while before I would be going down on her.
"Go down on me," she sighed just a few seconds later. "Come on, baby. Oh, really slide your tongue against my mound. I want that real bad, baby. Oh, sweetheart, suck my pussy. Drive your tongue against my mound. Oh, eat out my box, sweetie. Oh, suck out my pussy. Come on, suck it, sweetheart. Oh, suck my mound, suck it, suck it."
As my tongue buried itself in her blazing twat, she went wild with passion. Sue enjoyed every hot stroke that I provided. She seemed to be about as oversexed as my mother.
"Oh, I'm gonna drown you in my pussy juices," she said with an air of celebration as she flipped her butt back and forth, responding to my hot strokes. "You'd better believe I am, baby. When I unleash my pussy juices, you're really gonna get something. Oh, you're gonna get a mouthful of my hot juice. Sweetheart, oh, this is gonna be beautiful. I'm gonna keep your dazzling tongue inside my mound. Keep on thrusting, sweetheart. Oh, baby, come on and work it. Oh, come on and slide it fast, sweetheart. Oh, darling, come on and suck me. Oh, drive your tongue. Suck me fast, baby. Oh, sweetheart, let's do it. Suck me out. Oh, eat out my mound. Come on, baby. Oh, eat it. Suck, darling, oh, suck it."
With convincing desire I kept on slicing my tongue ever deeper inside Sue's hot pussy. As I drove her that much closer to climax, she heaved a loud sigh.
"This is gonna be it," she warned me. "Oh, baby, keep your tongue pressing against my mound. I'm juicing. Go after the hot stuff. Oh, the blazing juices are gonna shoot. Ah, here they go."
She ran her fingers soothingly through my hair as the pussy juices shot out of her mound and into my mouth. She thrust her pussy ever closer to my mouth, practically shoving the stuff right down my throat. I enjoyed every beautiful second of it.
That was a suck," I smiled when it was all over. "I really dug that. Oh, that was beautiful."
"How about you fucking me now?"
"When my cock's this hard you'd better damned well believe I'm gonna screw you."
"Oh, yeah, it feels nice," she said after reaching out and running her fingers up and down the full length of my prick.
"How do you want it?" I asked.
"I'm feeling damned wild. I want it in my ass-hole."
"You are a daring chick," I chuckled.
"I sure as hell am, baby. Lubricate me. Reach inside my pussy and pull out some of the juice that I didn't shoot into your mouth. Then stick some of it into my ass-hole. That'll get me all ready so that it won't hurt too much when you ram me with your stick."
"A very good idea," I said. "You're a real educated girl when it comes to the subject of fucking, baby."
"You're fucking right I am," she exclaimed.
I did exactly as she suggested, reaching into her mound and pulling out some pussy juice. I then shoved the liquid inside her ass-hole.
"Should I throw your legs over my shoulders?" I asked. "Usually that's the way chicks want it."
"Oh, yeah, honey. That's the way I want it from you. Let's do it, sweetie."
I flipped her legs over my shoulders, then got set to fuck her. With one piercing forward thrust I was in her. I stabbed her good and hard, propelling my cock forward, driving it savagely inside her ass-hole. She siggled her hot buns, tightening her ass muscles as I fucked like crazy.
"Ah, yeah, it hurts and I love it," she laughed. "Come on, honey. Oh, slam your cock into my ass-hole. Sweetheart, oh, give me a good fuck. Come on, drive it, baby. Oh, slam your hot pole into me."
I penetrated with everything that I had, naturally spurred on by all the encouragement she was giving me. I really drove myself forward, assaulting her with my vigorous cock, propelling it back and forth as I slammed my rod inside her anus.
"Oh, drive it," she said. "Keep on fucking me. Oh, honey, you're gonna go off. You can't keep this up for much longer."
"I guess not," I laughed. This is what I call good fucking. Oh, baby, I'm about to juice. There's no way a guy can keep up this kind of pace for very long."
"I guess not, not when he's slamming his cock into a hot ass like mine. Oh, baby, keep on sending it into me. Drive your prick. Oh, unload your juices. Slam it hard, sweetheart. Oh, let' your cock thunder into my anus. .Drive it, baby. Oh, penetrate me with it Fuck me, oh, fuck me, fuck me."
A few piercing strokes later, I could feel the itch all over, particularly in my cock and balls. I knew it was time to unload, and I got set to do so. I reached out and clutched at her hot ass cheeks, then heaved a loud sigh.
"Here I go," I warned. "Oh, yes, baby. The juices are really spraying. You can feel them. Ah, that was a fuck."
"Yeah, I guess so," she exclaimed. "Oh, sweetie, that's good. Oh, shoot it all out of there, sweetheart. Oh, groovy."
Just as I was taking my cock out of Sue's ass-hole, Sue looked up toward the doorway and immediately her face turned white.
"Delia," was all she said.
I turned and there was my mother, standing there grinning crookedly.
"How much of this did you see?" I asked.
"Enough, honey," mom winked, walking a little on the tipsy side toward us. "You two kids looked awfully cute. I know this. You sure got me all hot and bothered watching you. Honey, you really are an ass fucker. I didn't know you had that in you. You're all right. You're sure a lot sexier than your old man."
'Thank you," I said, "you're drunk, mom. What are you doing home this early?"
"Oh, they threw me out," she laughed. "For good?"
"Oh, no. They just told me to come back tomorrow. They warned me against doing what I did today. On my break another girl and I went' back and started sniffing some glue. Well, we did a little more sniffing than we should have, so they sent us home."
"That's a bad scene, mom. You're gonna be docked some time."
"What the hell. We had some fun. Besides, it was a sjow night. They were probably just looking for an excuse to dock me anyway. Of course, I do have to admit that I wasn't in very good shape to do much to help them. I was pretty well smashed."
"You're acting like it."
"But I'm also horny. Getting a little smashed on glue, pot, booze or whatever, gets me nice and uninhibited. I'm gonna take off my clothes and join you. If this gorgeous little gal from across the street can get a nice piece of ass from you, then there's no reason why I can't."
It was the first time mom ever suggested me having sex with her. I guess maybe I should have been shaken up or something, but I wasn't. I was willing to take the whole damn thing in stride. After all, mom had shown me quite a bit in the past about how far she could go.
Sue and I watched as mom quickly peeled off her white waitress's uniform. She then removed her panties and bra. By that time she was definitely ready to go. I liked the smoothness of her legs and the way that her hips thrust out so magnificently. She threw herself down on the bed.
"Kiss me," she begged me.
I threw my arms around her, then slipped my tongue inside her mouth. Our tongues danced back and forth a few times. Mom finally broke our tongue kiss.
"Okay, so now you can fuck my ass-hole," she said. "I got your cock back up there again. All it took was really that one kiss. So ram your dick inside me, baby."
"Should I get some Vaseline or something and stick it up your ass-hole?"
"I want to rough it," she laughed. "Come on and hurt me with your hot fuck, baby, I want to feel the pain. I want to feel it rippling inside me when you stab me with your hot pecker."
"Ill gladly do it any way you want me to, mom."
"You can call me Delia for now. I'm your lover."
"Okay, Delia, do you want me to flip your legs over my shoulders just like I did it with Sue?"
"If ifs good enough for Sue, it sure as hell is good enough for me. Isn't that right, Sue baby?"
"I suppose so, Delia. Whatever you say."
"Well that's what I say. So let's really get it on, folks. Let's really fuck."
I reached out and slapped at mom's ass cheeks. I figured she'd dig some of that kind of action before I thrust my hot tool into her anus.
"Oh, honey, you really know where it's at," she laughed. "Slap at my butt. That's fine with me. I dig it, honey. I dig what you've got to offer me. Oh, look at the size of that cock of yours. Just wait until you ram it into me. Your old man hasn't got what you've got. Naw, I don't think he'd have what it would take to fuck an ass-hole. But you've sure got it. Come on, darling, and just drive your cock inside my ass-hole. Really give me a good fucking. Drive it hard."
I reached out and grabbed mom's legs, flipping them quickly over my shoulders. I was all set to screw her. I reached out and grabbed her butt. I pushed my fingers against the firm folds of flesh. Mom was panting savagely, waiting for me to thrust my pecker inside her.
"Let's not delay things too long," she said. "I like this preliminary action up to a point, baby, but then it comes time when a girl's ass-hole just gets too damned horny. So come on and fuck me with your dick. Come on and ram it into me, baby. Oh, I really want you to shim it. I want you to slam it hard, sweetheart. Oh, fuck me good. Fuck me fast.
Drive your hot cock inside me. Come on and give me a screw. Oh, baby, go ahead and screw me. Fuck me. Fuck my ass."
I heaved my hard cock forward, letting it enter inside her ass-hole. Ever so forcefully I came on, thrusting it back and forth, pumping my hot tool. All the while she rotated her ass muscles, flexing them beautifully, making certain that I got as hot and as erotic a fuck as I could.
"How do you like that?" she asked.
"Oh, I like the way you're tightening your muscles. It makes for such a beautiful fuck. Oh, baby, you're a beautiful screw. Oh, it's great fucking you."
"You're great yourself, honey. Oh, you're hurting me and I love every bit of it. Just reach out and play with my tits. Run your fingers over them, sweetheart. Oh, yeah, clutch at my breasts. Sweetheart, oh, you're gonna do it. You're gonna run your fingers over my hot tits. Ah, that's it."
As I reached out and started fondling her breasts, I kept up my steady fucking tempo. Ever so forcefully I drove my cock back and forth, penetrating sharply inside her ass-hole. I kept on driving it hard and fast, giving it everything I had, fucking her with great desire.
"Screw me," she sighed. "Oh, keep fingering my tits. Baby, oh, you're getting that much closer. I know you are. Ah, rock your hips. Give me a good screw."
I was enjoying every bit of our hot fuck. The longer and faster that I penetrated her with my savage tool, the better that I enjoyed it. I knew that I was winding ever closer to the end of the road, and I loved every bit of it. A few pecker stabs later I would be off, and the screw would be at an end.
"Oh, keep fucking, keep your hot tool inside my ass-hole," mom sighed. "Drive it, baby. Oh, come on and fuck me. Oh, keep up those enthusiastic movements. Fuck me good and hard, sweetie. Oh, screw me, darling. Yes, lover. Oh, fuck it, honey, come on and fuck it. Stab me with your hot rifle. Oh, you really have it, baby. What a tool you've got. Just keep on knifing me with it. Sweetheart, oh, you're really beautiful. You really know how to fuck me. Oh, keep stabbing me. Keep screwing me. Keep your hot dick thrusting in me."
I reached out and slapped at her ass cheeks several times. A few strokes later, the creamy goo started to ease out of the end of my stick.
"Oh, baby, here I go," I, sighed. "The juices are shooting. Oh, sweetheart, I really love it. Oh, baby, what a fuck. What a glorious fuck. Ah, the cum is just spilling out of there."
"I know, oh, keep it going," mom sighed. "This is what I call a screw. A beautiful screw. Oh, baby, you're so good. You're such a fuck. Oh, what a great fuck you are. The way you fuck me with your hot tool. It's such a beautiful feeling. Oh, honey, it really is."
A few strokes later, I was completely off. I heaved a sigh, then released my tool from her ass-hole.
"You've really left me with a pain in the ass," mom laughed, looking over at Sue and winking. "I guess you've got one, too, honey, haven't you?"
"I do. But I loved every bit of it."
"You're damned right. That's the only fun way to get a pain in the ass."
"I agree," Sue nodded.
The thing that I noticed about mom is that there didn't seem to be any way to completely please her when it came to sex. The more that she got, the more she seemingly wanted.
Now she was staring at Sue, looking at her cute box. The longer that she stared, the more suggestively that she began to lick her lips.
"Oh, Sue, honey, you swing both ways, don't you?" mom asked bluntly.
"You're damned right I do. And even if I didn't, I'd be willing to switch for a groovy chick like you."
"Honey, that's so sweet of you," she laughed. "What do you say we sixty-nine?"
"I think that that would be absolutely groovy."
"Let's start to exchange hot sucks right now."
"Sure thing. Let's get into position."
I watched as the two girls positioned their bodies across from each other. They got set to thrust their tongues forward.
"Oh, let's really do it," mom said excitedly. "Sue, baby, I want your cute twat. I want to run my tongue inside your pussy. You've got such a cute little pussy, darling."
"Yours looks awfully nice, too."
"I think we both worked up quite an appetite for pussy sucking."
"I would say so."
"And I think we ought to get it on right now."
"Sure thing."
They slipped their tongues forward, projecting them inside each other's hot box. Back and forth they worked them in rhythmic fashion, driving them ever so eagerly, thrusting and stabbing as they propelled each other ever closer to the point of orgasm.
I watched as mom reached out with both hands, clutching at her lover's ass cheeks. She held on ever so firmly, clutching tightly while she sucked. All the while she drove her lover that much closer to the point of a brisk climax.
They both went to work, stabbing ever so relentlessly, driving each other with great impact ever closer to the point of orgasm.
Sue juiced first, shooting her hot pussy juices inside mom's mouth. That caused mom to suck that much more quickly, driving her tongue forward with great dedication, slamming and slashing with it as she pushed her lover that much closer.
As mom juiced, she threw her head back and laughed with great satisfaction.
That's what I call a suck," mom said. "Oh, baby, you really did it. Your tongue did such a beautiful job of bringing me off. Sweetheart, oh, that was nice. That was absolutely beautiful. That was a suck to end all sucks."
It really was, too. All I know is that I couldn't help but stay horny just being around two people like my mother and Sue.
SUMMARY
As I discussed the intimacies of Dennis L.'s sex life with his mother, his face brightened all the more.
"You seem to take great pride in the fact you're having sex with your mother," I noted. "Can you tell me why?"
"Because I've got guts enough to do it. A lot of guys would chicken out on something like that."
"Are you saying that if guys don't have sex with their mothers that they're chickening out?"
"I'm not saying that has to happen. I'm just saying that I think it happens quite a bit Unless their mothers are groovy, then maybe they dr n't even have the desire. But one hell of a lot of thcia do have that desire, but they just can't bring themselves to do it."
"Don't you think their mothers might have something to say about it?"
"You mean about being seduced?"
"Precisely. Remember, in your case, it was your mother's aggressiveness that drew you into the act. If it hadn't been for that you probably never would have had sex with your mother. So I think when you oversimplify and say that it's a case of the young boys not having the guts to go ahead, you're really missing the point."
"Maybe I am, at least a little bit," he agreed. "You know, I guess you are right. I probably wouldn't have ever gotten involved if it hadn't been for my mother."
"That's my whole point."
"But I'll tell you something. I was getting so confident about sex that maybe I would have made a pitch. Ifs just possible I would have."
"A number of mothers wouldn't entertain such a possibility. And the reason why the young boys don't have sex with them is that they really don't have any kind of an opportunity to do it. The mothers would turn thumbs down immediately."
"I guess that's true. When it comes to sex, my mother has a lot more liberal attitude than most."
"She certainly has. As a matter of fact, I'm afraid it's too liberal. I think that it has filled you with all kinds of wrong ideas."
"I figured you had a lecture stored up in you somewhere," he laughed. "So come on and tell me what it is."
"I think your attitude's all wrong to accuse me of wanting to lecture you," I told Dennis. "What I'm really concerned about is you, Dennis. I want to find out what really and truly makes you tick. I think that you have done some very destructive things. I think getting involved in sex quite to that extent has been a very bad thing for you. But I don't think you ought to sit around and condemn yourself for it."
"You're jumping way ahead. I'm not about to condemn myself for anything."
"I'm only trying to point out that it would be good for you to move a little bit out of the orbit of your mother's influence. For one thing, from all I can gather, your father doesn't seem to play any role at all in the development of the family."
"Of course he doesn't. Hell, he works nights and sleeps part of the day. He sits around and drinks beer and watches television. He's too damned boring to really interest mom. That's why she's always looking for adventure. That's why shell work during the day while he's at home. She doesn't really give a damn."
'That might be why your father, as you put it, is so boring. Maybe he's just kind of given up. It looks to me like perhaps at one point your mother gave up on him, and that he in turn has given up on her. I think he's probably in a terrible state of despair.''
"Do you really think so?"
"Based upon what you've told me, I would say there's a very good chance. It seems like he's probably very sad. I couldn't blame him one bit. It looks like he doesn't get much in the way of attention from anybody."
"You know, even though I resented what I thought was going to be a lecture, you might be making a lot of sense. Yes, it's possible that you are. I didn't think about it that way before, but I guess that could be true. Oh. maybe we have hurt the old boy."
"I think that you have. I think that ifs important for you to try and re-establish ties with him. If you did that I think that things would start to change around your home. You really don't have a family now. You have absolute chaos. And even though you might enjoy these wild. little sex experiences with your mother and her friends, you're not going to gain anything of any lasting significance from such associations. You've got to develop yourself on your own. And you'll develop yourself a lot more if you operate within the framework of a good strong family bond."
"Do you really think so?"
"I'm certain of it. Remember, I've interviewed an awful lot of people. A lot of them have been young people like yourself. Some of them have been very confused. They needed to be put on the right track. Well, that's what I'm here for. Whenever I think I can be of any assistance to somebody, then I'd be completely derelict of my responsibilities if I didn't step forward and just tell them."
"Yes, I guess that's true," Dennis nodded. Thanks for telling me all this anyway. I don't know that I'm gonna completely agree with everything you said, but I do think that some of what you said makes sense. I'll at least consider it. Just maybe we haven't treated my old man in the right way."
"As I told you before, and I'll mention it just one more time," I said in closing, "You've got to make an effort. I think if you just think things through and then make your effort, you'll be amazed at the accomplishments that you'll bring to bear."
Whereas Dennis L. had been seduced by his mother in Case Four, the subject of Case Five, Larry B., was very much the aggressor.
When frustration reared its ugly head in Larry's direction, he countered by going after his mother for sexual purposes.
CASE FIVE
Larry B. was a cocky young man of twelve with coal-black hair.
He acted like a young man who had accomplished something great. And as he sat before me, there was a look in his eyes that barely stopped short of outright defiance.
As we sat there and talked, he gladly revealed all the pertinent details pertaining to his love affair with his own mother.
Following is that story:
I didn't start out balling my mother. I had a little experience before I got to that point.
You guys might think of a kid twelve being a young punk, bat that sure as hell isn't the case. I'm the kind of guy who can hold his own with any broad when it comes to sex. For that reason I didn't have too much time for these young cunts that I went to school with. They were such phony little chicks. And they thought they were so great. I was supposed to chase them all the way around the school yard. The hell with that noise. I had something better in the way of action planned.
I had my sights set on this gorgeous nineteen-year-old blonde college student by the name of Shirley. She was stacked like crazy, and was a basketball cheer leader. When I'd go to her college's basketball games, I'd see her all dolled out in that cheer leader's outfit, including the tight-fitting blouse that showed off her tits to good advantage. Damned, but she had a great pair of knockers! I wanted to run my tongue over them, and I kept telling myself that one of these days I'd get that chance.
Shirley, you see, lived just a few blocks away from me. Often I'd see her driving past the place in her Datsun sports car on the way to school. Every time that she drove by, my heart would skip several beats and my cock would instantly stiffen. The old pole wanted damned bad to get inside this gorgeous hunk of woman, and I was determined that somehow I would be able to succeed in doing just that.
I made it a point to try and hang around places where I thought she would congregate. Not only that, but I saw to it that I dressed up to look as old as I possibly could. I'm big for my age anyway, so that give me something of a boost.
One afternoon I saw her coming out of the library at her school. She was walking toward the parking lot where her car was parked.
"Hi there, Shirley," I looked at her and waved.
"You look kind of familiar, dear, but I can't place your name," she told me.
"Oh, my name is Larry. I live just a couple of blocks away from you. You drive past my pad just about every weekday morning on your way to school."
"Oh, sure. I remember you. So how's it going."
"Oh, not too bad."
"How'd you know my name, though."
"I've seen you at some basketball games. I'm a big fan of the basketball team."
"Is that right? Who's your favorite player."
"I'd say Nate Jones is."
"That's a good choice, baby," she smiled, heading on toward the parking lot, walking step by step with me.
"I guess it is. He was the team's leading scorer this year."
"In more ways than one," Shirley chuckled. "You see, my dear, he not only led the team in points scored on the basketball court. He also did a lot of scoring with the chicks. They were all eager for that big black stiff cock. I've had my share of it, I can tell you that."
"You have?"
"You'd better believe it. Oh, I loved the way he shoved that stiff thing inside me. He's got real style in bed. Oh, damned, you get that guy under the sheets and you really have something. Oh, I'm sorry. I shouldn't be talking that way around you."
"Gosh, that's fine with me. Hell, it sounded fascinating as a matter of fact"
"No, honey. I shouldn't be telling tales out of school, even if you do find it fascinating. Just because I've had a few affairs with some of those hot studs on the basketball team, doesn't mean that I should be telling all this to everybody. You see, ifs kind of a status symbol for a lot of the girls to get an athlete. Particularly somebody who's an ail-American like Nate. Hell, he was even interviewed a few weeks ago on national television. Did you see that?"
"I sure did. I think he's gonna go on and make a great pro player."
"I guess so, and that means hell be able to get pussy in practically every big city in this country," she laughed. "That'll make him real happy. He wants that, I'm sure, more than he wants the big money, if I know Nate."
"He's a great player."
"So you're a basketball fan."
"That's right."
"You're kind of a tall boy. Just maybe you'll make a basketball player someday. Just maybe you'll be playing at the university."
"You never know," I laughed.
By that time we had already made it to the parking lot. Shirley was standing in front of her Datsun.
"Where are you headed right now?" she asked.
"Oh, I was just gonna go home."
"How about coming with me. Ill buy you a Coke. Maybe we can talk a little basketball. I'm a real nut when it comes to the game."
"I know quite a bit about it myself," I smiled pleasantly.
"Okay, so get in, honey. Maybe we've got a lot to talk about."
I felt about twenty feet tall when I climbed into the front seat of Shirley's Datsun next to her. We drove to a sandwich shop a few blocks away, where we had not one but two Cokes apiece, discussing basketball all the while. She asked me a few questions about myself and I answered as evasively as I knew how. I sure wasn't gonna give her any inkling of how old I really was. I was quite sure from the way that she was acting that she had the feeling I was at least in high school and if she had ever had any idea she was talking to somebody only twelve years of age I'm sure my goose would have been cooked.
She drove me home, then told me she hoped she would see me again. I thanked her for the Cokes, and as I walked inside the house, my head was in the clouds. I had met this beautiful lady that I had admired for so long at a distance. She had been nice to me, she knew my name, and I figured my chances were better than ever to eventually score with her.
I made it a point to hang around the university, which, fortunately enough, wasn't far away from where I went to school. I ran into Shirley a second time. Once more she invited me to have Cokes with her.
"This time I want to buy," I said eagerly. I had a little money on me on that occasion, something I hadn't had before.
"AH right, big spender," she laughed teasingly. I'll let you take care of it."
"I wish you would. I'd feel much better that way."
"Okay, you're on, pal."
We sipped some Cokes, after which we got into her car. She surprised me by driving clean past my house.
"Where are we going?" I asked.
"Oh, over to my apartment," Shirley smiled. "My girl friend's out right now and I thought maybe we could have a little something stronger than Coke. I'm sure you've sampled good hard whiskey before."
"Sure I have."
"Well, I've got some Scotch. I'd like to serve you some Scotch and water."
'That would be great," I gulped.
I kept wondering if the big moment was finally at hand, the moment when Shirley would actually give me a shot at her gorgeous pussy. My cock was as stiff as a board as I sat there in the car. My whole body began to squirm, and I couldn't help but wonder if my gorgeous hostess had noticed.
We got to her apartment. We had a couple of Scotches apiece. That got me to feeling just slightly on the tipsy side. As I sat there on the sofa, I looked at Shirley and admired her.
"You're such a gorgeous girl, Shirley, the best looking one I know," I said.
'That's awfully sweet of you to say, honey. You know, I think I'll snuggle up a little closer to you."
The next thing I knew Shirley was sitting right next to me, just a scant few inches away. As she sat there looking at me, she wore a broad smile. I wondered if I ought to take charge and start kissing her. My thoughts would run back and forth. At one moment I would figure I ought to, but then the next second I would get a little skeptical about pushing too far too fast. I decided I would let Shirley make the first move. I had the feeling based upon the way she was acting that that was the way she wanted it anyway.
Shirley leaned forward and kissed my lips. It was one of these soft, very tender kisses that didn't last very long at all. But it had an impact. When she removed her lips from mine, she reached out with her right hand. She unzipped my trousers, then slipped her fingers inside my shorts.
"I'm looking for something nice and hard," she laughed. "I know it's there, baby. I got a couple looks at your crotch. It looked very promising, sweetheart. Oh, yes, Larry, you really have a prick on you. A good-sized rod. Okay, baby, I'm gonna play with it. I'm gonna run my fingers over it. I'm gonna penetrate, honey, I really am."
The next thing I knew she was completely taking charge. Shirley pulled out my long, hard rod, then began asserting herself. She moved her fingers up and down the lengthy base of my huge organ. The longer that she penetrated with her fingers, the better that I enjoyed it I could feel the itchiness up and down the entire length of my long dick, and as she kept up her finger sensations, I enjoyed the movements that much more.
"Oh, honey, you're really moving your fingers," I said. "You're so good at it. Oh, I like the way you're going to work. Oh, you've got such nice fingers. You know just how to stroke my cock with them. Sweetheart, oh, keep up the penetrating movements. Go ahead, baby. Oh, darling, come on and play with me. Oh, play with my hot prick. Move your fingers over it, sweetheart. Oh, darling, come on and do it. Oh, finger my rod. Come on and finger it, baby. Yes, oh, I really like it, oh, do I like it."
As I kept up my steady stream of conversation, Shirley kept on rotating her fingers up and down the full length of my prick. Pretty soon she was plunging them with everything that she had, driving them at a speedy, steady pace, asserting herself with prompt, decisive movements.
"Oh, finger my dick," I said. "You've got me so excited, baby. Oh, you're good at the finger action."
As her fingers kept gliding up and down the base of my long prong, she slipped her tongue forward. I liked looking at her hot red tongue, and suddenly she forged it inside my mouth. Back and forth she circulated it, driving it in a whirlpool of frantic energy. She sliced it ever so eagerly against my hot tongue, moving at a brisk pace, propelling me into a state of greater excitement than ever.
When she finally removed her tongue from my mouth, she simultaneously dropped her fingers from my hard dick.
"Oh, baby, let's go into the bedroom," she smiled. "Let's take off all our clothes. We want to make this as intimate as can be."
"Now you're talking my language. I want to see you totally naked, honey. Oh, you've got such a beautiful body. Such a gorgeous body. I really want to have some beautiful sex with you."
As we moved into the bedroom, I noticed how rapidly my heart was pounding. I frantically started to remove my shirt. As I kept up the undressing, Shu-ley looked over at me and smiled.
"That's it, honey, you're just as enthusiastic as I hoped you'd be," she said. "You're all right, sweetie. Oh, yeah, you're really something else, baby."
I watched as Shirley began to remove her dress. Whereas I showed a lot of impatience, she was a whole lot smoother in what she was doing. She gave the impression of being a girl who knew all of the refinements of love making. She was timing everything one step at a time, and then she wouldn't get into the act until she was quite ready.
She removed her dress, then pranced around the room several times for my benefit in her sparkling white panties and bra.
"Do you like my body?" she asked teasingly.
"Oh, damned, do I ever. I want to tie into it, baby. Oh, you've got such a gorgeous bod. I want to take it on. Oh, I want to eat you, I want to fuck you. I want to do everything to you."
"I like the way you're talking,'' she laughed. "That's the way I dig it, sweetheart. All kinds of beautiful sex. Just doing what comes natural. Oh, yeah, sweetie. We're really gonna have ourselves a great fuck. Ah, honey, are we ever gonna screw. We're gonna screw beautifully."
She reached out and began to undo her bra straps. As she did so, I slipped my shorts down my legs.
That's a great morale booster," she smiled as she stared at my naked cock. You've really got quite a hard-on baby. Ah, honey, I like the looks of your hard-on. And I'll bet you're gonna like the looks of my body when ifs completely exposed.
"I like the looks of it right now."
"Okay, honey, you're gonna see my tits," she laughed.
As she dropped her bra down toward the floor, she thrust out her breasts. She gave me a fantastic look at them.
"Oh, what gorgeous ripe melons," I said. "I really do want to sink my tongue against them, darling. Oh, it's gonna be so beautiful getting to know you intimately."
"Oh, yes. Hang on, because now I'm gonna take off my panties."
She wiggled her hips back and forth as she reached out and grabbed at the elastic which held together her panties. Ever so quickly she pulled them down her legs, giving me my first look at her gorgeous, blonde-haired cunt. I looked at the golden pubic hairs, then at the waiting vagina which rested beneath them.
"Baby, you like the looks of my cunt," Shirley laughed. "I can tell. You're really inspired."
"You'd better believe that I am. Oh, I want you so bad, sweetheart."
"Okay, we're gonna have ourselves a beautiful time of it."
I watched as her body slinked ever so casually toward the bed. She stretched out inside it, then spread her legs.
"Ah, all the hot men I have want to go down on me," she smiled. "They like my pussy."
"I'm no different," I told her.
"I didn't think you would be. I wouldn't have invited you over if I thought otherwise."
"How about Nate? Is he a good pussy sucker?"
"He's got a tongue that won't quit And I'll bet you do, too."
"You're gonna have the chance to try it on for size."
"That's good. Come on, honey. Start out by sucking my tits. I really want you to plunge your tongue against them. Let's do it, baby. Oh, come on, darling. Suck out my hot tits. It'll be such great exercise for your beautiful young tongue."
I threw myself eagerly into bed, then started stroking with my tongue on her left breast. It felt good to move it ever so soothingly over her breast. The quicker that I worked my tongue over the surface of her hot tit, the more excited that she became.
"Oh, honey, what sucking," she said. "Boy, ah, you really can do it. Come on and suck my tit. Oh, baby, you're good at it. You're so good. Come on and drive it, sweetheart. Oh, work your tongue, sweetheart. Oh, this is what I call groovy action. Ah, keep it sliding. Baby, oh, keep your tongue moving. Faster, oh, come on, baby, do it. Come on, sweetheart. Oh, keep your tongue moving."
I kept on working my tongue frantically over her hot breast. A few strokes later, she decided that she wanted some tongue action over on her other breast.
"Switch the action," she called out in a hoarse tone. "Suck my right breast, darling. Oh, really cut your tongue loose. Drive it, sweetheart. Oh, suck me, baby, you can do it, sweetheart. Oh, suck, suck, come on and drive it. Suck me. Suck my hot tit. Oh, come on and move it, sweetie. Yes, oh, you're gonna be so good at it. Come on and drive your tongue. Oh, keep it going at a good pace. Sweetheart, oh, this is gonna be so much fun. Suck my breast. Oh, darling, come on and work it."
As I slipped my tongue back and forth around her hot breast, I got her so excited that she could hardly contain herself. Back and forth her whole body moved, and all the while the excitement was building in her loins. She knew that pretty soon she would have to have her pussy sucked to climax.
"All right, now you can start working your tongue down toward my ass-hole," she said. "Suck my stomach for a little bit. Just run your tongue over it. Tickle my navel with your tongue, darling. I'd really like that. And you'll really like it. We'll have a blast. Come on, honey. Oh, work your tongue. Just turn it loose, baby. Oh, honey, this is so good. You're so eager. Yes, I know you are. Oh, honey, come on, suck my navel."
I worked my tongue back and forth around Shirley's stomach. I left quite a trail of saliva, and then I began to dent her navel with my hot tongue. The quicker that I maneuvered my tongue, the better that she enjoyed the entire action.
"Oh, that really is nice," she sighed. "Oh, baby, keep up the sucking. Oh, you really know how to drive your tongue inside my navel. Sweetheart, oh, darling, you can really drive it. Okay, now I need it inside my ass-hole. You've got to suck out my ass. Sweetheart, oh, you've got to go to work. Ass lick me, baby. Yes, honey. Oh, drive your tongue inside my hot ass. J need that kind of action, baby. Oh, you can give it to me. I know you can. Come on, sweetie, suck ass. Oh, I'm gonna flip my ass cheeks around, baby, I'm gonna do everything to make you excited, darling. Yes, sweetie. Oh, what hot ass sucking I'm gonna give you."
Back and forth she began to wiggle her buttocks. As she did so, I got so incredibly turned on that I knew I would have to go to work at full speed. There was no way that I was going to slow up, what with having reached this level of excitement.
"Suck my ass-hole," she gasped. "Come on, baby. Oh, work your tongue inside it. Sweetheart, oh, suck ass. Suck out my ass-hole. Oh, darling, come on and drive your tongue. Really work it, baby. Oh, suck me."
I reached out and grabbed her hot globes of ass flesh. It felt good to touch them. I then decided to pursue her with my tongue. After all, she was begging for it, and who the hell was I to turn her down? It was time for me to slip my tongue inside her anus and penetrate her good.
"Ah, here you go," she smiled as I moved my tongue toward her ass-hole. "Come on, honey. Oh, drive your tongue. Work it inside my hot ass. Ah, eat out my ass, baby. Suck ass, darling. Oh, baby, come on and do it. Oh, eat out my ass. Suck ass, darling. Yes, baby. Oh, suck me, baby, oh, do it. Suck my ass-hole."
As I worked my tongue ever deeper into Shirley's hot ass-hole, she flipped it back and forth. I could see just how much she was enjoying every stab. I was with a girl who was used to getting all kinds of attention from men. I could see that the tongue bath was really nothing new. She loved receiving that kind of attention, and what with her face and body, she could more or less call the shots.
"Eat out my ass," she exclaimed. "Ahhh, keep working your tongue, honey. Drive it deep inside my hot ass-hole. That's good. Oh, I just love it, baby. You're really sending your tongue inside me. Oh, keep sending it. Keep sucking me. Drive your tongue, darling. Oh, come on and penetrate me, sweetheart. Yes, darling. Oh, suck me. Oh, give me a beautiful suck. Do it, baby, oh, I'm really feeling the itch. Yes, I am. A girl can only take so much of this kind of action. Oh, it feels so good, so incredibly good."
As I kept on splashing my tongue, penetrating it ever deeper into her ass-hole, her body began to flip back and forth so rapidly that I knew she couldn't take much more of that kind of action.
"Okay, you can switch to my cunt now," she exclaimed. "Yes, honey. You can do that and while you're sucking out my cunt, I'll be playing with your dick. Your hot pecker looks like it can use some satisfaction. And I know you loved the way that I fingered it before." s
"I sure did," I grinned as I slipped my tongue out of her hot ass. "You're really good with the finger action."
"And you're very good with the tongue action, sweetie. So plant your tongue inside my cunt Come on and give me a real good work-out baby. Oh, I really want you to let your hot tongue spin inside my mound. You know all about pussy sucking?"
"I'm pretty good at it."
I'll just bet you are. You're gonna get even better. You're gonna improve as you start sucking on my pussy. Guys go wild over my snatch. Come on, darling. Run your tongue over my cunt hairs. Baby, ah, just run your tongue over my hair. You're gonna get me nice and turned on that way."
Her ass cheeks bounced back and forth as I began to run my tongue along Shirley's cunt hairs. As I slipped my tongue over them, I be- came that much more excited as she reached out with her right hand and started to run her fingers over my hot dick. She worked slowly in the beginning, but soon she began intensifying her pace, driving her fingers ever so expertly up and down the full length of my hard, aroused organ.
"Oh, honey, that I like," she said as I kept on working my tongue against her snatch hairs. "I'm gonna keep jerking your cock. Oh, baby, now I want you to start slipping your tongue inside my pussy. Let's really get it on, sweetie. Oh, yeah, let's do it. Let's really enjoy it. Come on and suck my mound, sweetheart. Oh, darling, let's really go to work at it. Suck me. Oh, drive your tongue. Oh, eat out my box, sweetheart. Yes, you can really do it."
I soon began wondering, however, just how much longer she was going to finger my hot dick. I was getting to the point where I could scarcely take much more of that kind of action without juicing. And I naturally wanted to save my juices for something else, like ramming my dick into her cunt or into her mouth.
As my tongue kept on spinning ever so wildly, I could see just how close she was to orgasm. Her whole body was twisting back and forth as I kept up my steady flow of action, and I could see just how close she was drawing. Also, the fast that I sucked, the quicker that she in turn worked her fingers up and down the full length of my huge, erect instrument.
"Come on, baby, you're really giving me the action," she sighed. "Work your tongue, sweetie. Oh, honey, come on and suck me. Drive your tongue, baby. Oh, plant it inside my mound. Sweetheart, oh, come on and do it. Let your tongue dance. Oh, you're getting me so close. I'm moving closer. Oh, that means I'm gonna give you a finger job. Yes, baby, oh, I like what you're doing. Come on, sweetheart Oh, come on and keep sucking me. Oh, drive your tongue. Come on and rotate it, baby."
A few sturdy strokes later, she flipped her body toward me. I could aee that she was in the final throes of the act. A few strokes later she would be off and I would be receiving her pussy juices.
"Here I go," she finally gasped. "The juices are spraying, sweetheart. Oh, they're really flying. They're shooting out of me. Oh, come on and swallow every drop, baby. Yes, darling. Oh, go get them. Oh, go get my cunt juice, sweetheart. Oh, baby, yes, oh, you're so good. Ahhh, honey, come on, sweetheart Oh, baby, eat my cunt Darling, oh, do it, come on and do it Oh, suck it. Yes. Suck it."
I stayed with it swallowing every drop of her hot load. As I removed my tongue from her mound, I naturally figured that she would let go of my cock.
"Okay, I'm ready to fuck you now," I told her.
"Hang on, baby. I'm gonna bring you off."
"But I don't want to go off that way. I want to go off inside your pussy or your mouth."
"Fat chance, honey," she laughed. "I only do that with the men. You're just a boy. You're lucky I've let you go this far with me. But I am gonna jerk you off. I'm gonna give you your satisfaction."
"What the hell are you trying to tell me?"
"I'm trying to tell you that I'm giving you some action. What more do you want?"
"I expected a hell of a lot more than being jerked off."
"All right, if that's not good enough for you, then the hell with you," she said, abruptly removing her fingers from my cock.
"You cock-teasing bitch," I said, jumping up quickly from the bed;
"I've got a good mind to slug you," she growled.
"You've got a hell of a nerve talking to me that way."
"You've got a hell of a lot of nerve treating me the way you have been," I said, moving quickly toward my clothes.
Tin willing to jerk you off: Lots of young guys are willing to do that with me. Hell, they figure they're lucky to get any Bex out of me. And they're right. A girl who's in demand as much as I am. They're lucky."
"Maybe that's your way of looking at it. I happen to think I've got quite a bit to give a girl."
"Sure, but you're just gonna have to save it for a few years," she threw back her head and laughed. "You've got a phony notion, honey. It's gonna take awhile before you attain a sufficient degree of manhood so that the girls are gonna let you inside their pussies. At least girls like me."
"That's a lot of bullshit. I could screw you just as well as any of your basketball friends."
"Honey, why don't you just come on back here. I'll jerk you off."
"I don't need any of your kind of charity," I told her sarcastically. "You really give me a pain in the ass acting that way."
"I'm getting tired of your sarcastic tongue," she snapped. "You can just get the hell out of here."
"With pleasure. I don't need any favors from you or anybody else."
"Fine. Then we're even. I sure as hell don't need any favors from you. You were lucky I let you suck out my ass-hole and cunt."
"You sure have one hell of an incredible ego," I said, quickly finishing dressing and stalking toward the door.
"I have a pretty high opinion of myself. So do a lot of men around this town have a high opinion of me."
"Well I sure as hell don't."
"I wouldn't put in the classification of a man," she laughed. "You couldn't be any more than fourteen or fifteen years old. You're lucky that I ever let you in here to suck me. You don't appreciate it so screw you."
"Ah, up yours," I said sarcastically, walking toward the door.
"Don't let your ass itch on the way out, you little son-of-a-bitch," I heard Shirley growl from the bedroom as I left her apartment.
I felt humiliated as hell all during the walk home. If there was one thing I couldn't tolerate, it was having some spoiled little twat think of me as a punk. I needed to do something to establish myself. I wanted to prove to myself just what a hot stud I could be. Hell, I would have proven it to Shirley if she had given me the chance, but the damned spoiled little broad wasn't going to give me that chance. That's what pissed the hell out of me about her.
When I arrived home, my mother was just getting up from a nap. I could see an empty whiskey bottle on the shelf, which indicated one thing to me. She'd been depressed and she'd been doing some drinking.
My mother is a gorgeous woman. She's thirty-five, but has preserved her figure fantastically. J love her bright, dazzling red hair as well. But all of the sudden I found myself thinking a little differently about mom. She looked so gorgeous as I observed her walking in her robe toward the den.
"Hi, mom," I said.
"Hello, dear. You look a little down in the dumps."
"I guess I am."
"I'm gonna fix myself a little something to drink. Haw about me fixing you a little cocktail, too?" That'd be fine."
"I want you to tell me what's bothering you."
As we began sipping the drinks, mom started asking me point-blank what was wrong.
"Oh, this girl cock teased me," I finally blurted out. "I guess it was probably the alcohol that gave me the guts to say it.
"You shouldn't be all that worried about sex at your age," she smiled. "How old was she? A high school girl?"
"Naw. A cheer leader at the university. She's nineteen."
"No shit," mom laughed. "You really must be some kind of worker. So you got into the bedroom of a nineteen-year-old university girl."
"Oh, yeah, but it was no big deal. I didn't get to do what I wanted to."
"Sometimes you can't have everything in this world, dear. Like me. I've got to put up with your old man. We haven't been too close the last few years. He gets a screw here and a screw there. I do the same thing. But right now I'm fresh out of lovers. I kicked the last two out. You know why?"
"I have no idea."
"Because they both got too demanding. They were good in bed, but they were both a couple of lazy bastards. They were young guys and they thought as long as they could poke their young cocks into my pussy and satisfy me that they'd be okay. Well, I let them know that I needed more than that So I gave them their walking papers."
"I don't blame you," I told her.
"You're damned right, sweetheart. Well, I'm just trying to let you know that you're not the only one who has problems."
At that point I finished the drink. I looked at my mother ever so affectionately. There she sat, wearing nothing but a white robe. I kept wondering if there was anything underneath it
Maybe it was the booze that I had. That along with the frustration I felt over not scoring with Shirley. Anyhow, I reached out all of the sudden and undid the straps of mom's robe. I let it fall free, observing her beautiful breasts. I even got my first look at her cunt;
"Honey, you're getting awfully bold," mom gasped.
"Sure I am. I want you, mom. You look so beautiful. Okay, you say you're not getting action from these other guys. Just maybe I'll give you some action."
"Oh, sweetheart. You're really something else. You're quite a tiger once you get going."
"Sure I am. When I want something, I have enough guts to go after it"
"Oh, darling. You're absolutely gorgeous."
The next thing I did was to tug off mom's robe. I reached down with my right hand, moving my fingers over her snatch. Ever so slowly I maneuvered my fingers, getting her as excited as I knew how.
"Oh, honey let go," she said. "You've proven your point. Lef s go to my room. Oh, I know you're gonna be a hot lover.
A few moments later I had finished undressing. Mom was lying there in the middle of the bed, looking as seductive as hell. She flipped her hips back and forth, smiling at me all the while.
I threw myself into bed, reaching out one more time. I clutched at her cunt with toy right hand, permitting my fingers to maneuver so smoothly over it.
"Oh, baby, you've got to fuck me," she said. "Stick your hot steaming cock into me right now. Better yet, I want to grab if
Mom couldn't have been any hungrier than she was right at that moment. She reached out with both hands, gliding them up and down my long, hard tool. She penetrated ever so sharply, turning me on in a big way. As her fingers kept maneuvering up and down the full length of my organ, she got me so excited that I hardly knew what to do.
"Oh, baby, I really want to screw you," I said. "Sweetheart, oh, your fingers feel so good. Baby, oh, that's nice."
"I'm gonna turn them loose in a second. I'm just getting you as excited as I can. Then you're gonna fuck my hot pussy. I know you are."
"Oh, yeah, I'm getting ready to shove my meat inside your mound."
"Of course. And I'm giving you all the preliminary action I can."
"I know you are. Ah, this is so good. I like the finger action."
She kept up her hot finger stabs for a few more moments, after which she released them. She looked at me and smiled, and as she did so she spread her legs in a gesture of accommodation.
"Come on, slam your pistol inside me," she looked at me and winked. "You know, I've been a fool. Here I had a hot stud in my own house and I've been getting drunk and sobbing myself to sleep in the afternoons just thinking about meeting the right lover. Okay, baby. I'm giving you your chance. Let's see you shove your sharp tool inside my mound. Come on, baby. Give my pussy a bt.tJt workout. You can fuck it, oh, I'm sure you can. You can give me a good screw. Baby, oh, come on and work your prick. Drive it inside me. Oh, honey, you've really got to penetrate. Fuck me, darling. Oh, slam your pecker into me. Spear me with it, sweetheart."
I reached down and let my fingers run ever so soothingly against my mother's ass cheeks. As my fingers came into firm, steady contact with her buttocks. I got set to unleash my cock. I was ready to undertake some frenzied movements, to slam my hot, ever-ready rod into her mound.
"Come on, baby, fuck me," she said. "Darling, oh, let's do it. Oh, I want you to run your hot meat inside my mound. I really want to feel it, baby. You can do it. Oh, I know you're gonna be a great fuck. Sure you are. Come on and fuck me, darling. Oh slam your prick inside me. Come on and do it. Enter me, baby."
While my fingers kept on massaging her buttocks, I thrust my cock forward. It gave me a tremendous feeling of satisfaction to observe my long, steely rod entering inside her.
"Oh, damned, you're a better fuck than Shirley," I told my mother. "You're a whole lot better screw. You're all woman, mom. Oh, I'm gonna keep fucking you. I'm gonna keep driving my tool deep inside your mound. Yes, I'm gonna go off, sweetie. Oh, I'm going off inside you. But I'm gonna have one hell of a fuck before I do it."
"Come on, honey. Oh, stroke me with your dick. Yes, oh, I'm tightening my cunt muscles. I'm flipping my pussy up toward you. I'm doing everything I can. Yes, honey, I'm doing everything I can to give you a good fuck."
"Oh, yes, this I love," I nodded. "This is so good. Oh, I really love screwing you. I really love planting my prick deep inside your pussy."
"Ah, do you find me tight?"
"Without a doubt. Ah, the tightest fuck around. It's like you never had any kids at all. Oh, baby, how did you manage to do it?"
"Exercises," she laughed. "I made certain that I kept in good shape. Particularly after having babies. Come on, darling. Oh, keep grinding your prick, Keep up those steady movements. Keep sending it deep inside my pussy. Oh, honey, this is nice. Keep on grinding it. Oh, keep sending your cock into me. Oh, you're so good. Keep fucking."
"Ah, I can't keep up this kind of fucking for very much longer," I told her. "I'm gonna have to be juicing pretty fast, sweetie. Yes, there's only one way to fuck like this. Oh, you've just got to juice. Sweetheart, oh, honey baby. I really love it. I really dig it. Oh, you're such a good screw."
As I moved ever closer toward climax, I reached out with both hands. I slapped ever so wildly at her ass cheeks, gasping as I kept up my thrusting, driving my hot energy-filled pecker ever deeper inside her.
"Oh, I'm going," mom finally gasped, flipping her butt back and forth several times. "Oh, the juices are spraying out of me. Yes, darling, oh. I can't take any more of this. Come on, keep up your fucking. Drive your cock. Slam it into me. Come on, honey, aiid keep your pecker going. Oh, keep it inside my mound. Screw me, darling. Oh, come on and fuck. Oh, fuck it, fuck it, fuck it. Oh, fuck my cunt. Drive your prick. Oh, you're gonna go off "
"Oh, yeah," I gasped. "I can't take too much more of this. Oh, the way your butt's wiggling. I can see how much you're enjoying it."
"Like I said, I dig the hot meat," she said. "So keep on fucking me, baby. Oh, keep shoving your tool deep inside me. Come on, darling. Oh, you've got to keep penetrating. You've got to keep your hot tool inside me. Oh, it makes me feel so good to get it. Sweetheart, oh, baby, come on and fuck me.
Oh, fuck me."
"Get ready," I sighed. "I've got to juice, sweetie. Yes, oh, there's no way that I can keep it up any longer. Oh, here I go. I'm shooting, oh, I'm really shooting. Here comes the juice. Oh, baby, there it goes."
I heaved a loud sigh and watched as the spurting droplets of the juicy white cream shot from my prick. I was as happy as hell to observe it filling my mom's cunt.
"Oh, sweetheart, what a fuck," she said. "Your sperm is really flying, baby. Yes, darling, oh, I love it. Baby, oh, you're so good. What a fuck. Oh, baby, darling, you did it. Oh, unleash every drop of dream. Go ahead, honey. Oh, keep fucking. Yes, the stuffs spilling out of there. Oh, that's nice."
A few strokes later, I withdrew my cock from mom's pussy. I felt like a million bucks after having given her such a fuck. It really established confidence in myself. I knew at that point that I was every bit as good a stud as I had thought I was.
"You really do have a cock on you," mom looked at me, gleaming proudly. "I'll bet that by playing with it, I can get it right back up there again."
"I'll just bet you can," I nodded. "Go ahead, mom. Go ahead and play with it. Sweetheart, oh, play with my prick. Get me up there. Come on and excite me." V
"You'd better believe that I'm gonna excite you."
"Oh, yes, honey."
Up and down mom began to work on my hard, throbbing spear. As she kept up her penetrating stabs, I could see just how close I was moving toward another climax.
"I'm gonna slip this cock inside my mouth and eat it," mom said.
"You really sound determined."
"I am, When it comes to good cock, I can't get enough of it."
"That's good, because I've got a lot to give."
"That's fine. And that means we've really got something in common."
"Oh, yeah. Let's fuck. Let's have ourselves a beautiful time."
She slipped her tongue over the tip of my pecker. I liked the way she tickled it, stabbing at it several times, smiling as my whole body trembled.
"Eat my dick," I said. "Oh, honey, I've got to go off again. I'm gonna do it. Keep sucking on my hot rod. Oh, come on and eat my pecker. Oh, suck it, darling. Yes. baby. You're really gonna suck it. Oh, eat me, sweetheart. Yes, honey. Eat my hot dick. Oh, suck it, darling, you're really gonna suck it."
Mom reached down with both hands, fondling my balls That really gave me all kinds of wonderful feelings. As she fondled them, she began running her tongue up and down the full length of my dick.
"Oh, suck me off," I exclaimed. "Run your tongue, sweetie. Oh, come on and do it. Oh, darling, suck me off. Yes, baby. Oh, work it, oh, work your tongue. Oh, come on and suck it. Drive it, baby. Oh, you've got to eat me. Oh, suck. Come on, baby, oh, suck it. Suck it darling, oh, suck me off."
As she kept up her hot, swirling tongue movements, mom pushed me ever closer to climax. Her head bobbed ever so wildly as she sucked me, driving me that much closer.
"Ah, bring me off," I sighed. "Oh, baby, you can do it."
Just about the time that I was convinced that mom was gonna keep up the cock sucking until she got me off, she pulled a big surprise on me. She removed her tongue from my hot penis, then transferred it to my balls, where she had been engaging in a good deal of fingering.
"Oh, baby, you're doing it," I said. "You're really tonguing my balls. I like that action, sweetheart. Oh, come on and do it, baby. Yes, honey, oh, suck my balls. Come on and run your tongue over them. Oh, darling, baby, that's good. That's so nice. Oh, tongue my balls. Tongue them. Sweetheart, oh, baby, do it. Oh, come on and drive your tongue. Come on and work it. Oh, baby, I like it."
Her tongue kept attacking my balls. She kept up her hot, throbbing stabs for a few more minutes, after which she released her tongue from my balls and decided to put it to work once more against my cock.
"Eat my prick," I sighed. "Come on, baby. Oh, suck me off. Drive your tongue. Oh, baby, go ahead and do it. Oh, come on and eat it, honey, oh, eat it. Go after every drop of the stuff. Oh, I want to spill it into your mouth. I'm gonna spill every hot drop. So suck me, baby, come on and suck me. Oh, drive your tongue. Come on and do it, sweetheart. Oh, baby, come on and suck."
As she bobbed her head up and down, mom went to work with everything she had. She sucked ever so wildly, driving herself at an energetic clip, pushing me ever closer to that wild precipice of climax.
"Eat it," I encouraged, reaching out and running my trembling fingers through mom's sweaty hand while she sucked. "Oh, drive your tongue against my prick, baby. Oh, baby, go after every drop of the stuff. You've got to eat every bit of it Yes, honey. Oh, you're doing so beautifully. Yes, oh, baby, you're eating my hot dick. That's so good. It's so beautiful. Oh, It's so very nice. Suck me off. Oh, suck me off. Just a few more strokes. That's all it's gonna take. Oh, yeah, just a few more and m be off. Darling, oh, come on and do it. Suck me. Oh, run your tongue over my rod. Baby, oh, it's so nice. It's so great what you're doing. Suck me. Oh, come on and suck me. Oh, work your tongue. Come on and work it."
Ever so diligently I kept running my fingers through her sweaty hair. It gave her that much in the way of desire to please me as her tongue kept on circulating with sweeping up and down movements over my long, hard dick. While she sucked me, she reached down and played with my balls. She fondled them ever so eagerly, sucking me all the while.
"Here I go," I finally warned her. "Sweetheart, oh, I can't keep that up for much longer. I've got to juice, baby. Yes, oh, the juices have to shoot."
Back and forth I flipped my body several times. At long last I reached the point of no return. Right then the juices began to ooze out of the end of my cock. The first few droplets spurted out, but I knew that very shortly they would be gushing out like crazy., "Here we go," I sighed. "Oh, the juices are shooting, honey. They're really spilling. Oh, swallow every drop, darling. Yes, honey, oh, I want you to eat every drop of the hot stuff. Come on and suck, baby. Yes, honey. Oh, suck out every drop. Baby, oh, eat my hot prick. Come on, darling. Yes, oh, sweetheart, eat it Oh, eat the cream. Oh, baby, you've got to swallow. Yes, honey, oh, you're gonna do it. You're gonna swallow every drop of it. Baby, oh, I really do like it. Oh, suck it all out of me, honey. Yes, you can do it. Suck it Oh, suck, suck, suck."
My legs kicked out ever so wildly, and all the while I was releasing the hot spurts of cock juice into her mouth. She gobbled every drop of the stuff, after which I removed my prick from her mouth.
That was a fuck," I laughed.
"And the start of a beautiful relationship sweetheart."
Mom quickly proved her point by reaching out with her left hand and tugging at my cock.
"I sure hope so," I said.
"I know it's gonna be beautiful, every bit of it is gonna be beautiful," mom assured me.
SUMMARY
Since Larry B. was exceedingly candid, I had no difficulty in getting him to discuss his relationship with his own mother even further.
Tell me, Larry, has your sexual relationship with your mother evolved since that first timer I asked.
"You mean are we still balling?"
"Yes, are you still having sex with her?"
"You'd better believe that I am. Do you think I'm some kind of a fool or something? I'm not gonna give up a good thing like that."
"How about your mother's relationship with your father? Has that gotten any better or worse since you started having sex with her?"
"It's probably gotten worse," he speculated. "What the hell. The old man probably can't take competition from a hot cock like mine."
"Doesn't that make you feel a bit sad?" I asked him.
"Not at all. It was his fault that mom ever got to that point. Hell, besides, he's getting a lot of action on the side."
"Did your mother ever confide to you why this extra-curricular sex started occurring?"
"No, but I figure it was my dad. At least that's the way it seems from listening to mom."
"Do you think that if you stopped having sex with her and your mother and father actually tried to get back together, that they could smooth things out and have a better sexual relationship?"
"Hell, why should I think about that? I know that everything's going just fine right now. We really dig each other. Every time we get together we have a beautiful time of it. She gets her hot cock and I get my juices off. It's sure one hell of a lot better than dealing with cock teasers like Shirley."
"Just because Shirley acted that way does not mean that every young girl would treat you in that manner, does it?" I asked.
"Oh, I guess not. It's just that I expect people to treat me in a certain way. I probably would find a few of them, though, who would. You see, just because I'm as young as I am, a lot of them hold that against me. They think of me as a punk and they wouldn't want to have anything to do with me. I don't think that's fair."
"But on the same token is it fair to be carrying on in sex with your own mother?"
"I don't see what's wrong with it. Who the hell am I hurting?" he challenged me angrily.
"I think you're impairing your mother's chances of reconciliation with your father. I think that if you did not have this basic problem that it would be a whole lot easier."
'That's where you're wrong. Things were in bad shape before I ever entered the scene and they'll continue to be in bad shape. That's just the way the ball bounces. I'm not saying that the old man's responsible for everything. I'm just saying that it's a good thing I arrived on the scene when I did. It sure made things start to jell for both me and mom."
"Has your mother ever suggested that she thought it would be a good idea for you two to discontinue having sex with one another?" I asked.
"We've thought of it a few times," he nodded. "It was usually mom who'd make the suggestion. I would always tell her that it was a bum idea. She keeps telling me that she doesn't want me to ever develop hang-ups. She says it would be awful if I wouldn't learn to appreciate girls in my own age category. I told her that with or without her there's no way that I could appreciate most of those creepy young twats that I'm going to school with right now."
"Why is it that you have such a low opinion about these girls?"
"They're just too damn creepy. They're not mature enough for me."
"Isn't that what Shirley said to your
"Yeah, but it wasn't fair for her to say that. It's fair for me to say what I am.'
"I think maybe you're not giving the girls at school a chance. After all, they're young girls. Just like you're a young boy. Don't ever forget that Just because you're far more experienced in sex than most does not really make you any older than you are. As a matter of fact, I'm afraid your big problem, Larry, is that you've gone too far too fast."
"What do you mean by that?"
"Just what I said. It can be dangerous to engage in too much sex at too early an age. This is what has happened with you. I think that you would be well advised if you would at least tail off in your sex activities with your mother. I think if you continue at the pace that you're apparently operating at right now that you'll only confuse both yourself and your mother."
"I think you're handing me a lot of hogwash," he laughed.
"You think you're very wise, don't you?"
"I know the score. No guy like you is gonna bullshit me just because you're so much older than I am. That doesn't impress me one solitary bit."
"I'm not trying to impress you. I'm just trying to get you to open your senses a little and let a little common sense sink in. As long as you continue in such an egotistical way, you're only going to make things that much tougher on yourself later."
"You sound like one of my teachers at school," he said disgustedly, getting up from his chair. "I guess I probably told you enough. Maybe too much. Hell, I think I'm gonna be getting out of here."
Larry B. then swaggered very self-righteously out of the office. I hated to see him leave. Closing off his mind to another viewpoint, was only making things difficult on himself.
