The family relationships are intimate ones, and family members see each other in various stages of undress, and usually think nothing of it.
However, there are often unsatisfied yearnings hidden deep in the subconscious that surface, under certain circumstances. And when these sexual cravings are carried out into actual sexual contacts, trouble erupts.
Such is the case of the mother we are telling about in this story. She was turned-on with the nakedness of her own son, and her desire especially focused on his genitals. She lied to herself, to make herself think she was only doing something to help him understand his sexual self better. However, as it turned out, she was actually only following her own carnal cravings for the male sex object. And, when her son gave in, and discovered mother could satisfy his lusts, he became lost to a normal sex life.
His mother practiced all kinds of sexual perversions on his young body in her effort to keep him from association with the competition-girls his own age.
It proved a disaster when he tried to break away and find himself as a man sexually. For mother wouldn't have it. She was determined to keep him as her own sexual playmate, and her sexual activities became all the more far-out, as she tried desperately to hang on for dear life.
In the end, disaster stalked their troubled household, and when the son did break away, he fled to Miami to find a new life.
On the beaches of Miami, he met a bizarre-minded older woman, who was intent on seducing younger men. He quickly succumbed to her open pitch, and she practiced all kinds of sexual rites upon his young body. But, in the end he came to a moment of truth, that changed his life forever, and he recognized life must mean more than a continual round of sexual excitation.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
Charlotte Jenkins murmured in her sleep. She reached down to touch the edge of her nightie. She yawned, and moved her legs apart slowly. Then, her fingers crept up toward a thick triangle of reddish brown hair.
She murmured again, and her fingers slid down the rest of the way. They touched ever so gently the thick curls. They moved over the thick cleavage, pressing tightly.
She opened her eyes slowly.
"Oh god why am I so alone?" she cried aloud.
She turned on her side, lifting her upper leg and lightly cupped herself. Next, she reached down to the thick mound, rubbing it back and forth.
Her vagina grew moist, her body was trembling with excitement. The passionate nipple swelled between the lips, pushing out against Charlotte's fingers.
Moving her finger up, she lightly touched her swollen nipple, and pressed it. Wiggling her finger back and forth she felt the small protrusion until it became a shiver of excitement rushing up her back, and spreading across her shoulders and breasts.
Charlotte closed her eyes. Tightening her lips, she pressed them against her teeth. Moving her finger down and slowly she stabbed into her vagina, shivering against a shower of thrills, and noticed the moonlight, streaming through. Her breasts were swollen against her nightie, and her body was growing warmer, and she was beginning to sweat. Her nightie clung to her, as she continued pushing her hand back and forth between her legs. Parting her legs, she lay there working her finger slowly in and out of her vagina, until every pore of her body was pouring out sweat, until her breathing became harsh and uneven.
She shivered, as the excitement of her body rushed to her stomach. It worked against her loins and lingered. She turned her head again, and she thought of her son. He was alone and so was she. Sixteen year old Phillip had come home alone. It was Saturday night, and he hadn't found anybody at the dance. He was crying the blues, because he didn't have a girl. Then, she thought of all his lusty appeal, and how she could satisfy him if she only had the chance.
She went back and reached for her vagina, and continued pumping two fingers in, and she thought of her son.
These erotic thoughts flashed through her mind like meteors. She could hardly stand it any longer. She could imagine him loving her, licking her. She smiled softly, and then began playing with one breast.
She imagined touching the boy's lip with hers. She imagined what it would be like to slip her mouth down over his prick, and to flick her tongue against the head of it.
A shiver of anticipation ran through her body, as her lips opened, and her fingers moved faster.
Suddenly, the door opened, and Phillip entered.
Quickly, she reached from her vagina and pulled her hands up to her breasts.
"Why Phillip, what are you doing in my room?" she demanded quietly.
"Oh mom I couldn't sleep," he said, "I had such a bad time tonight. Mom, something must be wrong with me. I can't find a girl like the other guys do."
His mother tried to console him.
"Dear, why don't you come over here and sit on the edge of the bed ? " she replied.
Phillip walked over and sat on the edge of the bed, and as he sat there talking, he spoke with her lovingly.
"Oh mom, you've been so good to me. But, I miss my brother and sister. They're off to college, and I have no dad around the house. It's just you."
"I know son," his mother said softly, "it isn't easy. I've been alone a lot of my life too. Sometimes, I wish I had some love."
"Do you get hungry for love too?" he asked his mother, his eyes fastening on her now.
"Very hungry," she admitted tensely.
"Mom," he said, "is it wrong to masturbate?"
"No, I guess it isn't," she said.
"But some people say it is, don't they?"
"People say a lot of things, Phillip, and you've got to learn not to pay attention to most of it."
"But what can you do when you try to go to sleep, and you roll and roll, and toss and turn, and you can't get to sleep because that damned cock stays so hard?"
"Is that your problem Phillip?" she asked him bluntly.
As the moonlight streamed in the window, and her son sat on the edge of the bed, she could see his pajamas swelling where his cock was.
"Yes, mom, that's it!"
"Son," she said, "maybe, maybe I should help you."
"Oh mom, could you?"
She looked tensely, and then, her mind moved to the prick. She reached out and felt its swollen size through the sheer pajamas.
"Yes, son, you have a big cock, just like your father did."
"Did daddy have a big one too?"
"Yes son, he did. He liked sex a lot. And, I can imagine how awful it must be when you can't find a girl who can enjoy it with you."
"Mom, do you want to see it?" he asked eagerly.
"If you want to show it to me," she said, "it might help."
He reached down and slowly unfastened a couple of small buttons, and then his rod slid out.
As his mother gazed at the huge swollen male member, she felt herself trembling. The meat looked so fantastic, so much better than her fingers, how she wished she could have it sliding up her vagina, how well she knew what she could do with it. She emitted a small moan, and turned slowly away.
"Oh, mom, won't you just touch it?"
His mother reached out and touched the tip of his prick with her fingers.
The cock quivered, and when it did, the boy's entire body shivered and tingled.
"Oh mom, just stroke it a minute."
Without saying another word, his mother began stroking his rod. As she stroked, he became more and more excited. It felt fantastic to him.
"That's it, mom, yes, do it, do it for me, oh yes mom, pull it for me, pull my meat!"
Faster now and faster she pulled on his prick, and he became more and more intensely excited.
"Oh, mom, that's it, yes, yes, pull that meat. Oh mom, keep on playing with me," he panted.
Now, she knew he was enjoying himself, and she reached in and pulled his balls out and her other hand cupped them.
"Now you're pumping my meat, mom," her son smiled. "Oh yes mom, that's how I like it. That's it, it's so much better when you do it for me."
His mother was tempted to do many more things. The beautiful cock had so stimulated and intoxicated her imagination that she felt her venus mound moistening. Her loins were almost shaking at the anticipation of some day having that fantastic prick gliding up her.
"Oh, that's beautiful," he told her, "yes, mom, I like that."
He leaned back and as she pulled his meat, she suddenly got the compulsion to want to suck on it. Bending over, she let her tongue slide over the head of the meat, and then she let her entire mouth slip over it and she started sucking.
"Suck it, that's it, suck that cock, yes, suck it, suck it baby, suck it!"
She sucked on it smoother, and smoother, and she enjoyed it.
"Oh, that's beautiful," he told her.
Suddenly, she went down to the shaft of it, and fingered the balls as she sucked. He felt the huge penis stabbing to the back of her throat, and now he was reaching up guiding his mother's head over his prick.
"Suck it mom, that's it. Oh yes, suck that cock, that's what I like!"
It didn't take long for him to shoot his wad, with a hard, driving thrust, he unloaded himself.
His mother was going out of her mind with passionate excitement and delight as she felt her son giving it to her.
"Oohhh, wow!" she panted as she pulled off him.
She lay back and looked at him. Now, the moonlight was flooding the room, and she suddenly got the strange desire to see him completely nude.
"Oh Phillip, would you take off everything, and let your mother see you?"
When he had taken off everything, and displayed himself for her totally nude, she became so excited she could hardly stand it.
"Oh Phillip," she said softly, "why don't you lie down on the bed awhile?"
"All right, mom, if you want me to," Phillip agreed.
As he lay beside her on the bed, she looked at him closely.
"I like the way you've got your hair cut," she told him. "I'm glad it isn't so long anymore. It's more masculine like this."
"I'm glad you like it mom," Phillip said, his prick lengthening every second, as he surveyed her full round breasts, and kept glancing down to her twitching moist vagina.
"Mom," he demanded, "I still feel the need of a fuck."
"Son," she smiled, "how would it be if I gave you some lessons. I think it's important for you to have sexual experiences. But I think it's also important that you let me show you a few things about sex, that will help you."
"Anything you say mom," her son replied.
"The first thing I want you to do Phillip is just lie there and let me get on top."
"You want to get on top and ride my dick?"
"Yes Phillip," his mother smiled, "I know a very pleasant way to ride."
"All right, mom, go right ahead."
She straddled his body and as she slid her vagina down over his cock, she faced the opposite direction.
"Now, son," she smiled, "you can play with the buttocks, sort of guiding me, while I'm sliding my pussy up and down your rod."
"Oh gee, mom," he said, lifting his legs, so that her breasts touched his knees, "that's great!"
"Well, son, it really does help if you have it with someone who's had it before. That's why, sometimes a lot of younger boys used to have a woman who would come to the house and help teach them."
"Is that right mom," he asked, as he played with the buttocks.
"Yes son," she said, "that's right!"
Now, Phillip was working his hands over and around her behind. She was sliding herself up and down his rod, reaching down to his toes.
Glancing in the mirror, she got a good view of herself.
"Oh baby," he panted, as he rubbed his mother's behind, "what a beautiful butt you've got!"
Now, he lowered his legs a little, and she bent over, so she could throw herself up.
"Oh mamma, grab it!" Phillip cried.
Now, her young son was going to town. The excitement was almost too much for her. Having wished for so long, for sex, she at last was finding it.
"Fuck it, oh yes, fuck it! That's it, do it!" he cried.
He thrust violently, and reached again for her buttocks, gripping her, he closed his eyes tightly and strained, then pushed, burying himself in her tight moistness until there was no more to force.
His mother shivered, and thrust down on her son's cock. Her arms were stretched out, and she pressed her face against the bed.
"Oh, baby, don't ever leave me! Don't ever take it out of me! Don't baby, just keep it buried in me like this," she whispered.
Her son shivered, and he bent over and his lips touched her buttocks.
"Oh, mom, I've been saving it all my life, but I never knew until right now why I was. I never knew what I was missing. I never knew anything could be like this," he said.
Phillip thrust forward. He was watching her lovely humping buttocks, as he thrust himself into her.
"Oh, mom, I'll never stop needing you, I'll never stop needing this," Phillip said.
Fiercely, she thrust herself down on his hard driving meat.
She stared straight ahead, and remembered that their emotion was of a few moments duration. How, she wished she could make it last forever.
"Oh, Phillip, give it to me, give it to," she panted, almost insanely, as she continued doing it.
Spread-eagled like this across him, with his giant cock inside of her, moving in and out, swelling harder and harder, her hips were rotating. She was forcing him to thrust it into her higher.
Her long reddish blonde hair danced about the bed, as her body trembled, her belly shivered, and her breasts swelled. He was really giving her the best fuck she ever had. The excitement that rushed to her loins, was more beautiful than anything she had ever had. He pressed against her and she wiggled her hips widely. Now, Phillip was giving her short stabbing strokes which instantly snapped through the barriers and released her orgasm.
Their sexual excitement became explosive. Phillip cried out and threw his hands over her buttocks. Her legs were parting, then she clamped tight about his cock. She jerked her hips up and down.
Her mind went blank for a moment, and then a light snapped inside. In one instant every bit of tension disappeared from her. Her pores opened and she was covered with sweat, and collapsed limp on her son's dick.
Phillip was shivering, as his hands moved about her back, about her buttocks. He dropped to the bed, and threw his arms out to the side. The muscles in his body went completely limp, and he was hardly conscious of anything except his rapid breathing.
"Oh son," she cried passionately, "I never felt it so good. I never thought a climax could be like that," she panted.
That was just their beginning.
"Oh mom," he smiled, "when I came up here tonight, I was so hot and horny, and I never dreamt I'd ever get anything like this. When I get through with you, mom, tonight, you won't be able to walk," Phillip smiled.
His mother lifted off his still swollen rod. She hated to leave him, but she knew that she had to pull off him.
"I'll fuck you forever," he smiled, and then he kissed her.
As their lips met, and their arms went around each other, they thrilled to each other completely.
It seemed an eternity had passed in a few moments. He finished kissing her, and then, she patted his behind.
"Son," she said, "for almost two years I've seen what a handsome boy you were growing into. I got sight of you in the bathroom, in your shorts, and twice I saw you stepping out of the shower naked. I saw that big cock between your legs, and I wished that I could satisfy you like I did tonight."
Her son looked down at her breasts now and noticed that their appearance was changed, they were swollen and anxious. The nipples were sharp and hard as rocks. He looked at her loins and she was soaked with longing between her legs.
He turned his head to her, and she looked at his prick, then she closed her eyes.
"Oh Phillip, please get it hard again. Please get it hard one more time," his mother whispered.
Phillip gently kissed her, and then he told her :
"If you'll go down and suck some life in my limp cock, I'll fuck you again."
Lightly, her lips touched the head of his rod. She drew his penis back and let her mouth slip over the head of it. Adoringly, she sucked it. Gently, she touched the sensitive spot under the knob, moving her tongue back and forth.
Her son moaned, his hands moving up and down her head, his fingers running through her hair. Carefully he cupped her head and held her there. He shivered, and his meat began rising.
His mother thrilled at this response. Her head was sliding up and down as she consumed him again. She held him in her lips, slipping her tongue about his knob. She shivered and turned. She moved her lips adoringly over his cock; as she let her lower lip drag.
"Oh mom," he panted, "I wanted you so much. You'll never know just how much," he said, as he thrust his huge member inside of her mouth, pushing it to the back of her throat.
Phillip turned and moaned. He worked his hips up and down. He squeezed his legs together then parted them wide, all the time continuing his thrusting.
"Oh mom, take me, suck my prick, suck it for me," he begged her.
She moaned, and pulled back. Eagerly, she sucked. Now, she went way down to the base of it, taking his huge member all the way in.
Phillip moaned, and rolling his head back and forth closed his eyes tightly. He thrust himself in farther, and he-felt himself being sucked in by her desire.
"Oh mom, grab my butt, play with me," he begged her.
She continued sucking up and down, and then she reached back to his buttocks, and gripped them and played with them.
"Oh yes, mom," he panted, "this is what I needed all along. This is what I wanted so much," he panted, as he thrust his cock farther down her throat.
She felt his fleshy buttocks, as he thrust his hips back and forth.
His mother shivered, as she sucked. The emotion, the thrills, were almost overpowering. He thrust inside of her, and the thrills were racing up and down his spine. His mother's breasts were swelling harder and harder.
The excitement raced between them, as she continued grasping with pleasure, his wiggling buttocks.
"Oh mom, suck it, that's it, play with my ass," he whispered.
Suddenly, it was sliding down her throat, and then, his cock shot its load. A powerful stream of sperm, hurtled down her throat.
He moaned, "Oh mom, suck me, suck me, yes mom, that's it! Suck it mom, suck it!"
The excitement was building more and more, and now he could hardly stand it.
"Oohhh mom, suck my prick, suck the juice out of my dick!" he panted.
She went on sucking as his hands touched her head, pushing her down over his dick, and his wiggling buttocks were held by her clasping hands.
Staring at her, as she plunged her face down over his dick one more time, he pulled his hands off her head and banged his fists on the bed, with emotion.
"Oh mom, that's it, oh yes, yes, suck it all out," he moaned in happy torture.
Now his mother realized how much she meant to him.
"Honey," she smiled, "we shouldn't have done this."
He was feeling of her damp mound, and she was toying with his prick. However, the words didn't match what they were doing with each other's genitals.
"Mom, what difference does it make?" Phillip asked, "I had to get my rocks off. I needed you."
"And son," his mother panted, "I needed you. But, baby, there are things that are right to do and wrong. It was wrong for us to have sex tonight," she said in despair.
He just looked at her:
"What did you say," he asked.
"Nothing son," she answered.
His mother was still toying with his rod, but she was turning away.
Finally, she dropped his prick, and he took his hand off her mound, and she got up and walked over to the window and looked down to the street.
"I wonder how many other women are doing things like this," she asked softly, under her breath.
"What's the matter mom?" he said softly, "does it make you feel guilty because we had sex together?"
His mother turned about. Tears rushed down her cheeks. He looked at her for a long moment, and then he slapped his hands against the bed again.
"I'm losing my mind, I'm losing my mind," he snapped.
His mother now was upset. She didn't want her son to flip out, and have the reason being her seduction.
"Oh Phillip," she panted, "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry."
She went over and pressed her cheek against his. And, she reached all over his body, working her hands over him in an effort to get him to forget.
"Mom," he said, "I'm a mother fucker." She looked at him now, tears staining her face.
Gently, he cupped her narrow face in his hands and stared into her soft hazel eyes. She brushed back her hair, and then, she touched his lips to hers.
"Oh son," she said, "I know how terrible it is."
She closed her eyes, and leaned back. Moving her hands slowly, on her son's back as he turned over, she gently rubbed him up and down.
"Oh mom, what are we going to do?" he asked her.
"Oh Phillip," she said softly, "I need you so much. I need you so much."
She shivered, and pulled herself tighter to her son. Tiny tears of sadness rushed down her cheeks and-dropped on his back.
"I need you too mom," he said softly.
He turned over and looked into her eyes. Then, she forgot her own troubles and lovingly she kissed him.
Now that they were kissing, and .pressing their cheeks against each other, she reached back to play with his buttocks. As she rubbed his behind, he reached over and felt her too. They were becoming more and more stimulated.
"Oh son, what are we going to do?" she asked, nervously.
"Mom," he said, "I want to fuck you again."
Her fingers were moving about him, and she parted her lips, and he thought of thrusting his cock inside her moist waiting mouth. She moaned. His hand reached out and cupped her fleshy buttocks. Then, he ran down her slim legs, feeling her inner thigh.
He looked down at her heavy breasts, and let his mouth move to her shiny nipples.
"Oh son," she said softly, "you don't know how I've hungered for you to suck my breasts."
His mouth sucked, as she pushed back. Their excitement was building, as their genitals heated up once more.
"Oh Phillip, I love it when you bite them like that. Easy honey, not so hard," she begged him.
With her hands roaming over his body, he was becoming more and more stimulated. He wondered how long he could take such passionate excitement.
"Oh baby," he panted, "I love it! Keep it up, I love it!"
Their passion was building, and both of them were now so excited and stimulated that they could hardly stand it.
"Oohhh honey," he cried, "Let's go down on each other. Let's sixty-nine!"
His mother stopped short. Guilt flashed through her, and the thought of sixty-nining with her own son was almost more than she could stand. She flattened her hand against her stomach and ran it down the side of her body. Nervously, she felt of her venus mount. The heat of her hand was enough to make her body tremble.
"Mom," he begged, "Let me suck your pussy, while you eat my prick."
"Oh baby," she said, "We've got to stop this. Where will it all end if we keep it up?"
"Don't think about it mom," he said, pushing her hand away from her vagina. Then, with his other hand, he reached for her hand and placed it on his now erect prick.
"Hey mom," he said, "doesn't that feel good?"
With words, she was trying to resist him. However, it wasn't working. The emotions that surged through her were overpowering, and she desired one thing. She wanted to eat him.
"Oh mom," he begged, "won't you suck me off? Please mom, blow me."
She glanced down at his huge tool. It quivered as she squeezed it. Some juice spurted out of the head of it. She wanted to bend over quickly and lick it, but she stopped.
"I can't son, I can't," she said, "You'd hate me. Now you want me to do it, but you'd hate me. Maybe not tomorrow, but a year from now you'd hate your own mother."
"I'd never hate you mom," he said, "never! What do we care what they think? All that matters is us. Tonight! Please mom, suck my my prick, please suck it for me."
As she looked into the intense eyes of her son, she didn't know what to do. Her forehead creased and she raised her hand and rubbed it. Closing her eyes, she tried to forget but she couldn't. Her mound was moistening as his fingers played with her. And with her other hand remaining on his prick, she felt him sliding smoothly back and forth.
"Go ahead mom," he said, "pull on it. Get it ready for a sucking."
"Oh no son, no, I can't," she said softly, shaking her head back and forth. However, with her hand she was pumping up and down on her son's huge, throbbing rod.
CHAPTER TWO
It wasn't working at all. Now, that he had gotten her so stimulated, Charlotte Jenkins faced the truth. She wanted to suck her son, as much as he wanted her to suck. Also, she desired him. She imagined how exciting it would be to feel his tongue lashing away at her vagina.
"Son," she said, "I'll do it. You want me now, and you'll hate me tomorrow. But I'll live for tonight."
"Oh thanks mom," he panted, "I'll never hate you. Go right ahead mom, do me, and I'll do you."
Together, they had made their vow, and now they went to work. He put his head down where her vagina was, and started licking. Suddenly, he went to work sucking on her moist mound. As he looked at her vagina, it fascinated him. He loved to look at the curly pubic hair, and he enjoyed pulling the pink lips apart, and watching as his hot pink tongue drove inside.
At the same time, he was thrusting his huge tool into his mother's mouth, and driving it down her throat.
"Oh mom," he panted, "this is beautiful!"
Faster and faster she was devouring his dick as he was stabbing her vagina.
Their bodies were quivering, and her hand was working around his buttocks.
"Oh mom," he panted, "that's it, feel me all over and suck it too."
"I love you son," she breathed, letting her mouth slip off his cock a moment.
Then, she thew her arms about him, and jerking his meat back into her mouth, she went down on it again. Instantly, the flame rushed through her son's body. He groaned, and his tongue plunged into her pussy.
She was losing her breath as she sucked away. Her fingers were working all around his ass-hole now, and finally, she thrust her finger up his ass-hole. With a finger gliding up his ass-hole, and her mouth moving up and down his prick, he was getting enormous excitement. At the same time she was receiving a tremendous thrill, from the way his tongue was sliding and slipping all around inside of her vagina.
She pulled her legs together, so she could embrace him, with her inner thighs. He loved to stare at her mound, and he kept his eyes opened all the time that he was thrusting inside of her.
Almost frightened, with her own boldness, Charlotte continued sucking.
"Oh, mom," he panted, as he pulled his tongue out of her snatch a second.
Now, holding the lips apart, he stared inside at her. Hesitantly he thrust his tongue back inside of her mound. How she loved it, as he went to work. She closed her legs voluntarily about his head, and squeezed. Her hips jerked up and down. Her hands were traveling about his body now, as she sucked down on his, cock. They were doing a fast sixty-nine, and nearing an exhilarating climax.
Faster, and still faster, his tongue stabbed her vagina. She was feeling thrills, shooting through her body as her son grabbed her buttocks and stabbed his tongue up her vagina.
Now, they were both going to town, faster and faster as they were almost there. Suddenly, he shot his load, and the steady stream of sperm shot down her throat. Eager to discover What her son tasted like, she pulled back so she could suck the juices. She loved the, taste of his creamy thick sperm, and as she finished sucking, he felt her shooting too. A gusher got him, and he let his tongue whip around inside of her, to devour her.
Now, he pulled away from her, and looked at her.
"Oh mom," he said, "that was beautiful."
At last, they had achieved the thrills that they had set out to achieve. And, as she looked at him down on her loins, she couldn't help feeling a little sad.
"Honey," she said, "did you enjoy eating your mom?"
"Why yes, I loved eating your pussy."
She gripped his cock, and licked the head of it gently.
"It was fun sucking you off, son," she said quietly.
Now the two of them were resting in each others thighs. He lifted his leg, and she looked at the outline of it. With the moonlight streaming through the window, she could look down and see the crack in his buttocks, and she thought she might let her tongue slide down there.
Bending over, she let her tongue slip down his leg until she came to the crack in his buttocks. She didn't let that stop her, and her tongue continued sliding, until she was right to his anus. Now, with a hard, driving thrust, she stabbed his ass-hole.
"Oohhh mom," he panted, "that was beautiful!"
She was delighted that she could give her son this most erotic of sexual acts. There was no act to degrading, no act too debasing for her to demonstrate her affection for her son. And, how much Phillip appreciated it. He recognized how deeply she wanted to display her feeling. And, he respected her as her tongue slid up his hot behind.
"Oh suck my ass out mom," he panted, "suck it mom, that's it mom, oh yes suck my ass out, oh yes mom, suck, suck, that's it, oh yes suck it!"
Her hands were on his buttocks now, and she was sucking his ass-hole, as best she knew how. She enjoyed it, and so did he. And she would let nothing stop her at this point.
"Oh mom, suck ass, suck it all out, oh yes, that's the way!" he panted, as he lifted his buttocks off the bed, and gave her easier access to his ass-hole.
Finally, his cock was stiff again. And, she reached for it, pulling on it.
"Oh yes mom, jack me off," he begged.
Opening her eyes, as she let her tongue continue sliding up his tight anus, she saw his testicles pulling back and forth, and the huge cock. Happily, she reached for it and gripped it tightly and began pulling. As she pulled his rod, she let her tongue slide up his ass-hole. He loved the double action.
"Oh yes mom," he panted excitedly, "pull my meat! Pull it off!"
With rapid-fire movements, her hand pumped up and down and she knew she could bring him there, in quick order.
"Faster, harder mom, oh yes, pull it off!"
She was only too delighted to pull her son's prick off, as she wanted another crack at his sperm. She loved the taste of it, and she was confident she could devour more of his juice.
As the cock began to quiver, she decided it was time to get her mouth on the prick. Sliding her tongue out of his ass-hole, she quickly moved her mouth to the head of the cock and started sucking it.
"Oh baby, suck it, that's it, suck that cock, oh yes, suck! Suck it off, mom, oh yes!"
His mother sucked diligently wanting to give him the type of cock suck that would make him come back to her bedroom. She had one thing now, that she wanted more than all else. That was her son's sex. It would require giving him more action, more stimulation than anyone else ever would. There was no act, now, that she wouldn't gladly perform.
"Suck it off mom, suck it, oh yes, suck that prick!" her son cried as he rolled back and forth, clutching the sheets in his sexual ecstasy.
Finally, he shot his load, and she sucked it all out.
"Oohhh, aahhh, yes, mom, yes, that's it, oohh, aahhh, suck it all out!"
Now, that he had been sucked and flicked, he felt satisfied.
He got off the bed and looked at his mother.
"Now, mom, I hope you don't feel guilty. I got rid of my own complex. I'm not going to think of myself as making love to mother, but as my sweetheart. Because that's what you are to me, mom."
"Oh son," she said, reaching out, "you say the most beautiful things. I do love you, you know that don't you?"
He bent over and kissed her lips gently. Then, he whispered, "Of course I know that, mom. And don't think I don't love you too."
Having finished his gentle kiss, he moved away from her, and went to the door. As he walked out, she thought of him as a little boy, and the sound of little feet pattering down the hall. And, it tortured her to think that something had come up like this, to mar their otherwise perfect relationship. Yet, she had enjoyed him sexually. That was what tortured her most of all. She shouldn't have enjoyed her own son. she thought. Yet, she did. How could she tell anyone? Who would have sympathy for her? The awful things that people would say, tortured her mind, as she thought about it.
She tossed and turned, and found it next to impossible to sleep. Rising out of bed, she went to the window again and looked out. As she glanced at the apartment houses and the houses, she thought to herself, why is it that I'm so damned fouled up? Why is it that I'm always in trouble? And, why, why did I ever start having sex with Phillip, my son ?
Now, she finally drifted off to sleep. And the next morning, when she woke up, the nightmare still seemed to cling to her. She wanted to tell Phillip it had to be all over between them. However, she was afraid to tell him this. She was afraid that he would reject her. She was afraid that now that he had experienced sex, he wouldn't be satisfied until he had much more.
She learned how right her fears were, when, Phillip walked naked into her bedroom. His rod was large, and he was grasping it, as he walked toward her.
"Phillip," she said, "why are you here?"
"Mom," he smiled, "the reason is obvious."
She reached out, and touched the head of his prick for him.
"Oh mom," he panted, "just suck on the bead of it a minute."
She reached out, and sucked smoothly. As her tongue swirled over the head of the meat, Phillip became more and more stimulated.
She reached under his testicles, and jiggled them for him. As her one hand grasped his cock and she sucked it, her other hand continued manipulating his balls and feeling under his behind.
It was an exciting moment for them, and they both enjoyed it immensely. Now, she was sucking quicker, and Phillip knew he couldn't hold back for long.
"Oh mom," he panted, "that's it! Yes mama, suck it, oh yes hot mama, suck it, that's it!"
Faster and faster, his mother sucked his rod. He was delighted and couldn't wait for more action. It was as if she had a charm that she could cast over his cock, the moment her mouth slipped over it. He could never imagine anything being more exciting than mom's sucking mouth.
"Oh mom," he panted, "suck me off. Suck it, that's it, oh yes!"
Suddenly, he shot a hot load of juice into her mouth, and she devoured him. The delicious taste of her son's sperm was very exciting.
"Oh mom, that was beautiful, that's it, oh yes!" he panted.
Now that she had finished him, she thought he would let her be. However, he was still hard.
She got out of bed, and started to walk across the room. As his eyes followed her as she was walking across the room, he loved the sight of her buttocks. He liked to see the motion that they were making when she was walking.
"Stop right there!"
His mother turned, and she saw his eyes glancing down at her behind. She reached back and caught it.
"Oh Phillip," she said, "you don't want to fuck there, do you?"
"Yes mom," he told her quite frankly, "I want to fuck your ass."
"Phillip, are you some kind of a sex maniac? Why is it that you won't let me be?"
"I don't know what's happening to me mom," he said, "I just feel I've got to keep fucking and trying everything."
"I'm so sorry I got you started, son," she said, running back to the bed, and throwing herself down sobbing.
Phillip stood there, his cock still standing on end, and his eyes turned toward her. Now, he felt guilty. He was making her cry. His passions, his compulsions, his desires were upsetting her and it hurt him to see her weeping.
"Oh mom," he said, "I'm sorry as hell. I really am."
He went over to the bed, and bent over, and put his hand on her shoulder. Stroking her hair, he tried to soothe her. However, it wasn't working very well.
"Phillip," she said, "if you want to so bad, I'll let you do it."
"Oh mom," Phillip replied, "that would be just wonderful. I really would love to try it. I don't know why, but when I saw you walking across the room, my balls ached to stab your ass-hole with my cock."
"Oh that's great," he said, "but, I'll do it as easy as I know how. I guess I've got to use some grease or something."
"Yes, son, that would help a lot."
He went to the bathroom and hunted for some grease that he might use. He found some surgical jelly, and squeezing the tube, put it on his prick. Then, walking back into the bedroom, he saw his mother lying on her stomach. He sat on the edge of the bed, and let his hands wander up and down her spine, while his fingers now and then reached up to her neck where he tried to massage her there. She winced with pain.
"Oh Phillip," she said, "please don't touch me there. My nerves. You're hurting me."
"I'm sorry mom," Phillip replied, "I don't mean to hurt you."
Now, his hands were wandering down to her shapely behind. Something about her buttocks fascinated him. As he rubbed her there, his hands went farther down and farther down the crack of her buttocks until he was feeling around her anus, and then around her vagina. Slipping one finger in her vagina, he manipulated her clitoris. She loved it, and then he slid a finger in her anus. As the finger slid back and forth in her anus, he was juicing her.
Now, he could tell from the way her buttocks were wiggling, that she was enjoying it too. He straddled her, and slowly eased his well lubricated rod into her anus. However, when he came to the tight anal ring, he had some difficulty.
"Mom," Phillip asked quietly, "would you please arch your ass up?
"All right," his mother replied sadly.
She bent her behind up, so Phillip could thrust his tool into her ass-hole, and start fucking her. As he drove it hard into her ass-hole, she became more and more intensely excited.
"Oh, baby, that's beautiful," she panted, "yes, honey, yes fuck your mama good!"
Gripping the ass cheeks, he manipulated them while his cock stabbed inside of her. She twisted her hips, and threw herself back to him, to meet his driving cock thrusts. Once he had his meat inserted, she was enjoying it toe.
"Fuck it, oh yes, fuck it!"
Higher and higher, the hard cock shot. Phillip was flipping out. He was intensely excited, and enjoyed it immensely.
Now, Phillip realized what a fantastic time he was having. He didn't care who she was, he only cared about one thing. He cared about his hard cock driving up an ass-hole. The fact the ass-hole belonged to his mother, made not a particle of difference. He knew it was tight, he knew it was twisting, and his cock loved it.
"Oh fuck, fuck, that's it, twist your tail!"
She ground her hips around, and twisted her tail, as he rode into her.
"Fuck, fuck, that's it baby, fuck it!"
Bending over, he decided he could add some pleasure to his passion, by reaching for her breasts and playing with them. With both hands he cupped her breasts, and clutched them. She loved the feel of his fingers on her soft flesh. Now, he was riding her good.
Faster and faster, he drilled her until he shot his load. When she felt the hot juice flash up her rectum, her body became so intensely excited, she was vibrating.
His mother was delighted and excited that she could produce such electrical thrills for her son. Now, she was enjoying it.
"Oh mom, keep churning your ass around," Phillip begged her. "Yet, that's beautiful, like that!"
The hot, driving meat thrust inside, and he shot again.
"Oh mom," he panted, "I can't stand it, I'm cuming again!"
When his mother felt more sperm shooting up her, she knew he must indeed be oversexed. And, she was glad she could relieve her son, not knowing what lengths he might go to, if she didn't offer herself, for his sexual satisfaction.
The exciting action that they had experienced, was driving her out of her mind. She could hardly stand the electrical thrills that were shooting up and down her spine. Now, she adored him for all he was worth. After he had slid his cock out of her anus, and lay down on the bed, she nuzzled up close to him. She threw her arms around him, and brushed her breasts across his chest, and peppered his face with kisses.
"Oh Phillip, Phillip baby, mama loves you, mama loves you!"
Phillip was delighted that his mother was so excited, and stimulated. It was a fantastic moment for them both, and now, he fucked pushing against her. However, his prick was limpid at last. She reached down and fingered his limpid rod.
"Phillip," she smiled, "this is what brought us so much pleasure. Your father and I used to like to play games on the bed. All kinds of things he would do to me son. There are so many exciting things that we can experience, if we have the nerve to do them." .
"Oh mom, I've got the nerve," Phillip sighed, "just don't ever be sorry that we're doing it. Please don't be sorry or feel guilty."
"I'm sorry son, I slipped a few moments ago. I should know better than to ever feel guilty. There's been too much sorrow in my life. Those few moments of happiness I must cling to. You understand, don't you son ? "
"Yes mom, I do understand. We were meant for each other, we know how to enjoy each others bodies. So what difference does it make. I didn't ask to turn on with you, you didn't ask to turn on with me. It happened! Accept it!"
"Oh Phillip, I'm so glad you see it that way. You have the right attitude, and we both can be happy as long as we never let ourselves fall into that trap of regretting what we're doing."
"Mom," he said, fingering her breasts, "a long time ago I quit feeling guilty about anything. I've played with myself, I've had to. And I didn't dare feel guilty. But when I came in here last night, we got in bed together and made it. I knew it was you and me."
"I felt the same thing, son. I've never felt anything that wonderful except when your father and I hit it off so well."
"How was the old man?" Phillip asked quite frankly. "Did he have a big jackhammer too?"
"A big one," she assured him, "and how he liked to ball me. Don't think I didn't love balling him too, son."
"I'll bet you did," he smiled, "isn't it mysterious how I came out of you?"
"It's the biggest mystery in the world, Phillip. We all come here that way, and nobody quite understands why. We just know it happens. I felt something for your father the first moment I looked into his eyes. And you know what? He felt something for me too. And we hit it off so well that first night, we had sex. I've never told anyone that before, because they would say I was a slut to have sex the first night I met a man. But that's the way it was with your father, Phillip. We loved each other."
"And out of that love, I was born."
"Yes, Phillip, yes. Oh, I would hate to think what your father would think if he knew what we were doing, son. He would probably hate me most of all," his mother cried as she started to reminisce.
"Don't you cry, mom," Phillip insisted, "we're trying to enjoy ourselves. We can't take time for tears. Please, don't cry mom."
Her head was bowed and her mind was traveling years back, to the times when she had sex with her husband. How it crushed her that she had seduced her son. It hurt her, no matter how lightly she tried to take it. Yet, now that she had already had it with him, she didn't see any way out.
"Mom," Phillip asked her, "did dad ever fuck you up the ass?"
"Why do you ask so many personal things?", "I'm curious, mom," he said. "Why shouldn't I be? I like sex, and I like it with you. I'm just trying to find out."
"I guess you come by it naturally, son," his mother said softly. "Your father wanted to experiment and try everything. Yes, he liked to suck and fuck, and he loved to do it from behind, just like you do, Phillip."
Phillip smiled and then, chuckled, "I guess I'm just a chip off the old block."
"That's true," she laughed, trying to get her mind off the morbid thoughts that kept haunting her, troubling her.
She looked down again at his naked body, and the sight of his testicles, his limp cock, and his handsome legs, aroused her.
"You're a very good looking boy," she said.
"And you're not a bad looking mom," he smiled, "your tits don't sag, you have beautiful legs, and you're not too fat. And what an ass-hole you've got!"
"Did you like the way I sucked you too?"
"Oh mom," he said, "I almost cream thinking about it. You really suck head. Dad liked that too, didn't he?"
"Oh yes," she replied, "your father was very fond of having his cock sucked. And, he used to like to eat my pussy too."
"Don't blame him," Phillip replied, "you've got a pretty pussy. You really have, mom."
"What would people think, Phillip? What would people think if they knew that you and I were in this bedroom having sex?"
"I know what they'd think," Phillip replied casually, "they would think that we'd gone crazy. That's what they'd think."
"Would they be right?"
"I don't know mom," Phillip replied, "I really don't know. Maybe we were both wired wrong at the factory. It can happen mom. If you were off, then I'd be off, it figures."
"Don't think thoughts like that, Phillip, just because we had sex together. It's one thing to have sex, it's another thing to be mad!"
"Mom," Phillip said, "if, I went somewhere and told them I had made it with you, some of them would want to kill me. They'd say I was a no-damned-good mother fucker."
"Oh Phillip," his mother said softly, "please, for god's sake, please don't talk like that!"
As she saw the terror in her boy's eyes, she was haunted and tortured. Every scintillating second of pleasure seemed like nothing. The happiness, the delight, all disappeared. For, she realized the reality was not an older woman and a younger man finding each others bodies appealing, and having sex, but, it was a mother taking advantage of her own son's untamed sexual instinct. Sure, he wouldn't object now. Troubling thoughts would arise, and disappear as the desire overpowered his judgment. However, she knew the day might come when Phillip would walk up to take her life. When he had mentioned telling someone, and knowing there might be someone out there who would want to kill him for being a mother fucker, she knew the day could come when her own son could want to kill her, to destroy the horror and torture of their sexual association. And this horrifying thought drove her to the brink of despair.
"What are you thinking, mom?" he asked her quietly.
"I can't tell you now, Phillip, someday I will."
Phillip patted her hand softly, and smiled, "I'll always love you, mom. I don't give a damn what anybody says. It's what I feel, it's what you feel. We feel love."
"Yes, Phillip," she smiled, "we feel love. But, it's the kind of love that hardly anybody could ever understand."
CHAPTER THREE
Now that Phillip Jenkins knew about sex, he wanted to try it out on other women. The wild time that he had with his mother, was but a prelude to his other pursuits. The next day at school, he saw a honey-haired blonde that caught his eye. Marian had always turned him on. He wanted her, and he decided that he would go right up and suggest that they go out on a date. Somehow, sex with mom had given his male ego a shot in the arm.
"Hi there Marian," he smiled as he walked over to her.
"Oh, Hi Phillip, how are you?" Marian smiled back at him.
"Just fine," he smiled, "how about next Saturday night? Would you like to go see a movie?"
"Oh maybe I would," she admitted. "What did you have in mind?"
"Any old movie," he said, "as long as it lasts a long time, and they let us park in the dark."
"Why Phillip," she laughed, "don't tell me you want to go to one of those drive-in passion pits?"
"Why not?" he said, "I think they're going to be showing a triple bill. The Bucket of Blood will be teamed with, Crimson Lovers and Torture Chamber."
"That sounds like a good combo," she replied, "but three features on a triple horror bill, how long does it last?"
"Quite a few hours," he admitted. "But, we'll have a good time."
He gave a quick glance to her breasts, and glanced down at her middle.
She noticed this, and said, "Phillip, who've you been running around with lately?"
"Why do you ask?" he asked coldly.
"Because," she said, "you're not acting like yourself. You haven't taken your hot eyes off me, since you started talking to me."
"Well isn't that the way I've always been?"
"No, Phillip," she smiled, "far from it. As a matter-of-fact, I wondered if you knew what was happening."
"Meet the new Phillip," he smiled, "now I know where it's at. And baby, you've got a lot of what it takes."
"Phillip, you flatter. And I love it."
"You know Marian," he said, "you do have the bluest eyes, and the most beautiful hair."
"Why, thank you, Phillip," she smiled.
The next Saturday afternoon, his mother was counting on sex again. She busied herself, tidying up the house, and fixing a nice dinner for her son. She made it a point to get a new dress, and some new nighties, and panties and bras. She wanted to keep herself as beautiful and appealing as she knew how. For, it was no secret to her that in reality she was competing against a generation gap. Yet, as Charlotte glanced in the mirror, she congratulated herself on looking as attractive as she did. Under her breath, she commented, "not bad!"
"Did you say something mother?" Phillip asked her, as he came down the stairs from his room. !
"No, Phillip, just talking to myself. Second childhood," she laughed.
"Mom," he said, "do I look nice?"
She turned to look at him, and he did look wonderful. He had taken a shower, brushed his hair, and was wearing a new sport shirt. She knew he had done all of this for her, and she was deeply moved.
"Oh Phillip," she smiled, "you look great, you really do son."
Phillip looked at her, and noticed she was dressed up too.
"Where are you going mom?" he asked her.
She turned and looked; at him strangely, "Nowhere, son. I'm just staying here."
"But you're all dressed up," he said, "you look like you're going out."
"Does it hurt to dress up to be with my own son?" she laughed lightly.
Suddenly, he noticed how clean and neat everything in the house was, and he smelled the food cooking in the kitchen.
"Well mom," he hedged, "you know I'm going out tonight."
"Well, son, how would I know if you didn't tell me?" she said, "you never said a word. That's why I fixed a wonderful dinner for you."
"I'm sorry mom," he replied.
"Well, Phillip, if you're going out with a boyfriend of yours or something, bring him over."
"I'm going out mom," Phillip replied, "but not with a boyfriend. A girlfriend."
"A girlfriend?" she said, as her lower lip quivered.
"Yes mom," he said, "I'm going out with Marian. You know her, Marian Carson."
"Oh," his mother said, and her voice went quiet.
He looked at his mother, and instantly saw the vague 'look that swept through her eyes. The hurt, the pained look, and he felt guilty and swallowed.
"I guess I should have told you earlier, mom.
I'm sorry. Thanks for fixing that good food. But, I'll have to have it later."
She still didn't answer. She stood there, numb. Finally, the reality hit her.
"Well, son, I'm happy you have a date. That's wonderful. Marian Carson is a lovely girl. I'm sure you'll have a good time. Where are you going?"
Now Phillip was beside himself. He knew that the moment that he mentioned the drive-in, she would realize why he was going there. And it hurt him. He hated to taunt her, and tease her. He loved her, but he couldn't go on loving her sexually. He had made his mind up after their big affair, that it should come to an end. That would be the only way out. Dirty names, applied to himself, tortured him, and he vowed there would be no more reason to apply the name mother fucker to him. Sure, he was glad his mom had taught him where sex was at, but now that he knew, he had to go out and try his own wings, away from the nest.
"I guess we'll take in a movie," he told her finally.
"Where?" she said suddenly.
"At a passion pit," he said, "drive-in to you."
"I see," his mother replied, "have fun."
"Don't worry, mom, I will." he said.
Now, Phillip's temper was rising. He was becoming disgusted with his mother's insistence that he reveal to her the details of his plans. He didn't want her to bug him, for he wanted his own privacy. He wanted to be his own man, and do his own thing. And, he wanted to blot out of his mind every second that they had sex together. And he vowed, at that moment, he would.
She turned away, and went to the kitchen, and he called after her, "See you later, mom."
"All right honey," she returned. However, she was crushed, and as she stood over the stove, the tears trickled down her cheeks. She turned off the gas jets, and went back to the living room sofa and lay there sobbing.
Phillip, in the meantime, was having a ball. He went over to Marian Carson's house, and picked her up.
"How are you tonight?" he asked Marian.
"Just fine," she replied, "and I can't wait to see that tremendous triple bill. I hope, first, you're going to take me out to have something to eat. It's early, and I'm hungry."
"So am I," Phillip told her, "I didn't eat dinner tonight. Where would you like to go?"
"Oh, anywhere," she replied, "how about the Colonel's?"
"I'd rather have hamburgers."
So, they went to a hamburger place, and with some malts, had a quick dinner. Then, they hurried off to the drive-in movie to catch the triple-horror bill. Phillip deliberately parked at the back of the drive-in so he could have a little privacy, for his girlfriend.
"You should have brought along binoculars," she said, "You. sure have parked far enough away."
"Well," Phillip smiled, "you won't be looking at the screen much, baby, because we'll be looking at each other, and loving each other."
"Phillip," she said, "don't think because you've gotten me a hamburger and taken me to a show, that you can rape me."
"Rape?" he said innocently, "who mentioned rape? I didn't. But how about some love?"
"Love means different things to different people," Marian Carson replied. "For example, I would love to get out of this right now. And I don't think that's the kind of love you had in mind, is it?"
Now, Phillip looked at Marian Carson in a new light. He thought she was not only being difficult, but impossible.
"Honey," he said, still not wanting to give up, "I've never seen such beautiful breasts. You should have won prizes with those knockers. Just let me feel them, so I can enjoy them too, intimately."
He reached over as she tried to continue her observation of the film. Working his hands around her breasts, he finally slid his hand under her sweater. Feeling her breasts, he became more and more excited. Now, he was almost flipping out. His fingertips felt the nipples. Next, he reached down to her vagina. He let his fingers wander over her mound. As he felt of her venus mound, he felt moisture.
"Oh," she said, "can't I watch a movie in peace?"
"Go ahead and watch it and give me a piece," he said.
"If you were going to do all this, you should have taken me to something better than that hamburger joint."
"Oh, don't play the whore roll. I don't like it."
"Whore?" she said, "who's getting paid for it? Don't think that hamburger was payment for this."
"Do you have to put everything in a material way?"
"Where you're concerned, obviously yes."
They exchanged glances for a tense moment, and then he suddenly got the urge to go down on her. He went down, and pulled her skirt up and pulling her panties down got his face buried there. She flipped out. She loved the feel of his tongue, as it licked along her slit. Suddenly, he stabbed her there. She loved the tongue lashing against her clitoris, and wiggled back to meet his tongue jabbing thrusts.
"Oh wow!" she gasped, as she enjoyed his action. "Oh baby, that's beautiful, keep it up, keep it up, yes baby, yes!"
Now, the excitement was building more and more, and she thought she would flip out. She had boys make passes, feel her, but never had she had one eat her. This was what turned her on.
Now she was begging him, and this is what he wanted her to do.
His hot tongue whipped around inside of her, and he continued lashing the velvety walls of her vagina, until he got so excited himself he had to reach down and play with his prick. Pulling on his cock, he became extremely excited. His hot tongue could stab her vagina and his hand could pump his meat.
"Oh keep that up," she begged, "keep it up, I love it! That's it, keep it up!"
The action he was sustaining with one hand pumping and his tongue jabbing was something else. She enjoyed it, and so did he. Now, she was juicing. His tongue whipped around, and he gobbled her stuff.
"Eat me," Marian begged, "eat my pussy! Eat it!"
She didn't have to worry, nothing would have pulled him away, he was enjoying it that much. She was wrapping her arms about him and hugging him tighter.
"Oh, Phillip, I love it, I love it!"
When Phillip pulled his mouth off her, he pulled back to reveal his own throbbing male member. Suddenly, it dawned on her what he expected as pay.
"Now, it's your turn."
"My turn for what?"
"Baby, it's your turn to go down on me and lick my joy stick."
"Oh, I don't want to."
"Why not?" he demanded.
Marian tried to make up excuses, but the real truth of the matter was she thought it was a dirty thing to do. Instead, of telling him that, she continued looking at the screen, pretending she was interested in the movie.
"Isn't that an exciting movie?" she said, "see that man with the bucket, he's the one who's going to get a bucket of blood. I know that, I know these movies real well."
"Well, you're the only person in the place that does."
"What are you talking about?" she demanded, as she went on focusing her attention on the screen.
"Most people come here to get their rocks off honey," he said, "and I wish you'd quit riveting, your eyes on the screen and glance down at my prick."
She took a quick glance at his cock, and then her eyes swept back to the screen.
"Well, what am I supposed to do about it?" she demanded huskily.
"You're supposed to pull it and then suck it."
"Oh, Phillip, I can't suck on that thing."
"Fine, thanks," Phillip said disgustedly, "I ate your snatch, and you don't want to eat my dong. That's nice."
To prove that wasn't it, she reached out and gripped his rock-hard cock. She slowly felt it, and pulled it up and down, and then she let her mouth travel to the head of it, and her tongue flicked out as she licked.
"Oh baby," he begged, "that's it, lick the head of it. Oh yes, please, lick it!"
She licked it slowly and he loved it. Then, she felt his hand on her neck. Phillip was pressing down.
Suddenly, she felt her mouth thrusting over his prick, and he was driving it out.
"Oh Marian baby," he said, "have you ever got a hot mouth! Oh, baby, that's it, suck, suck my dick!"
Marian sucked vigorously, and the action was making her flip out.
"Baby, have I got a load for you," he told her, "oh yes honey, suck it, that's it, suck that prick!"
His girlfriend was surprised what a huge, throbbing cock her young lover possessed. And, she was delighted. Actually, she had come to the passion pit before, and done a little cock sucking. But, she'd never been able to get a guy to suck her pussy. Now, she had, and she wanted to get even by not eating his dong.
However, with the way Phillip was insisting that she do it, there was no alternative. She had to eat his prick.
He stroked her head, as she sucked his prick. His fingers ran through her hair and he told her:
"Oh baby, that's what I like, let me drive it down your throat. Oh yes, can you feel it touch the back of your throat? Yes; yes, you want that, you want that prick, yes you do!"
Now, he was driving it down her throat, and she gripped his naked buttocks. She liked the feel of his firm round behind, and enjoyed the enthusiasm he was putting into each and every thrust. Her hands slapped his buttocks, and she sucked vigorously, hoping to get a nice juicy load of it.
"Oh baby," he told her, "you're going to get a big juicy mouthful in a minute.
He didn't disappoint her, and soon he shot a big load of cum, and it hurtled down her throat.
Their excitement had been something else, and once she tasted the sperm she knew she was hooked. She wanted to suck it off again and get a nice juicy mouthful of it. She loved him, and she didn't see any reason why she couldn't have sex with him all the time. Now, he was pleased. He pulled her back up to his lips and crushed his mouth against her face. Once, he realized, how wonderful it could be to get a young chick to go down on him, and go down and eat her pussy out, he was all the more turned on with the idea of having sex. It was a moment of intrigue, and surprise.
"Oh wow!" he panted, "you are a wow baby, and I sure enjoyed having your mouth going down on me."
"Oh, Phillip," she said, "I'm glad you enjoyed it. I really am."
Now, Phillip knew he could make it with a young chick, and he wasn't eager to return home. For he feared his mother would want more sex. Having made it with this young girl, he couldn't wait to try out all sorts of positions in his own house on his own bed. However, he knew this would probably be a very difficult thing and he wondered exactly how he could get mom out of the house so he could have her.
"You know baby," he smiled, "I wish I could get you bare-ass naked on a bed, and do everything to you that I've always thought of doing to a beautiful girl like you."
"I'm sorry, honey," she said, "but I don't know where we could go. There isn't any place for you to go when you're only sixteen."
"I know," Phillip replied, "it seems Marian, baby, that life is stacked against a sixteen-year old. When a man is sixteen, like I am, he's the horniest he ever is. I read it in a sex book. And, where can get his rocks off?"
"My mom and dad, don't want me to do it with anybody."
"They're living in the dark ages," he told Marian. "They ought to be realistic. I sure wish that they would wise up."
The two of them, exchanged glances and then he understood precisely what she was talking about. She was telling him, her folks would kill him if they ever caught him with her. This sent a chill through his heart, and he decided that if they did it any place, it would have to be at his own house. Maybe, when mom was gone sometime, he could get involved.
"You know baby," he smiled, "I think we can make it at my place. My mom goes to see her sister a lot. And I'll catch on to when she plans to go and let you know. Then, we can make it."
"Do you think you really can?" she asked him.
"I don't see why we can't," he smiled.
Now, she felt relieved. She had worried a lot about the chance that she would have to be alone with him. She wanted to look him all over, with a light, because she had never seen a naked boy before. She wanted to do all sorts of things to him, and let her erotic imagination wander. However, it was being made extremely difficult for her, by the fact her parents would be so uptight if they ever knew. And, this thought haunted her, and troubled her tremendously. However, she had made up her mind that she was going to have him, one way or the other and, in privacy.
"Oh baby," she smiled, "I love you. You know that, don't you?"
"You bet I do," he told her.
Then he let her rest her head on his shoulder, as they both watched the horror movie. The violence sickened them both. They weren't in the mood for this sort of thing, as they had been too busy enjoying life. However, as the shuddery motion picture continued, she pressed her body closer, and closer to him. And, he held her warmly in his arms.
"Honey," he smiled, "you know I think a lot of you, but whatever you do, don't tell anybody about us tonight."
"No honey, I won't," she replied.
"Could you pump it for me?" he asked her.
Finally, he was becoming hard again.
"All right, I'll do it for you. I know how to do it."
Now, he wondered why she had said this. He turned and asked her:
"Who told you how to pump a pecker?"
"My brother," she giggled. "When he was a little boy, and used to get a hard on, I would pump it for him."
"Did he ever make you go down on it?"
"Oh no," she laughed, "he would never think of that. He had very little imagination. All he knew was that his cock would get hard, and he wanted to get it jerked off. So, I would pull it for him."
Now, the two of them laughed together. They realized that sex could be fun, and it could be dangerous too. Dangerous if either of their parents ever found out. And, Phillip realized how dangerous it could be, especially if his mother knew what was going on.
"Oh, Phillip," she said, "do you want me to jerk it as fast as I know how?"
"Yes, I wish you would."
Phillip went to work, and gripped her hand tightly squeezing it around his cock, so that she could pump quickly for him.
"Oh baby," he told her, "that's they way to do it. Yes, baby, do it! Do it for me!"
Now, faster and faster, the rod was pumped. She became more and more excited every moment. It was a real turn-on.
"Oh baby, pull that prick! Pull it for me!"
They both were thrilled now, as she watched the cock become harder and harder and moisture ooze from the head of it. It's swollen redness excited her, and she wanted to let her tongue slash out and lick it off.
"Faster baby, faster!" he ordered her.
She hated to do it, yet, she thought she should. She knew it was an essential thing for a man to get his rocks off, and even though momentarily she disliked it. she would fluctuate liking it one moment, disliking it the other.
Suddenly he exploded in her hand and the hot cum flashed all over her hand. As the sticky juice was dripping on her hand, she looked up at him and smiled.
"Did I do it O.K. for you?"
"You bet you did honey," he said, patting her, as he put his rod back in his pants.
She wanted him to kiss her, but this didn't dawn on him.
"Do you ever kiss a girl you make it with?" she asked him.
"Oh baby, I'm sorry," he said, wrapping his arm about her.
They embraced and kissed. In that moment of kissing, he felt a closeness to her that he never felt to anyone else. He knew he felt a great passion for her, and yet it didn't seem like love. Somehow, strangely, he felt as if he was more in love with mom than her. This bothered him. He was learning one thing, that a mother fucker can be a state of mind, as well as literal. This, annoyed him. No amount of making out with any girl, could ever change that fact, he feared. Yet, he was trying, and this made him feel a little less edgy.
He backed out of the driveway and went home, hoping he could find himself. However, it was very difficult for him to ever understand all of the emotions that were going through him. Nervously he looked at the highway as he drove toward home. She looked at him and asked, "What are you thinking about?"
"A lot of things," he told her.
"What exactly?"
"I can't tell you," he said his forehead wrinkling, his face sweating.
Marian knew something was wrong. Yet, she couldn't put her finger on it. Her curiosity was bugging her.
"Why can't you tell me?"
"I just can't."
She knew something was terribly troubling him. Yet, she didn't want to press further. Their love making had been beautiful, and it led to mutual fulfillment. However, there was something dark that she couldn't catch on to. She hoped a flash of light would streak through the darkness that surrounded them both, as he stopped in front of her house.
"Phillip," she said, "kiss me goodnight."
He looked at her, and then putting his arms around her, drew her close to him. Pressing his lips against hers, she opened her mouth. His tongue slipped inside her mouth and soon he was tongue fucking her face, almost as if it was his prick. She loved the slippery feel of his tongue, as it slid across her tongue. Together they were enjoying themselves. And then, she reached down to feel his cock again. But he took her hand away. They had had enough tonight, and he didn't want to have any more. He loved the feel of her young breasts, and he imagined what they would look like if he could see them under the light. She knew this, sensing it instinctively and she pressed her breasts against him.
"I love you," she said, "I really do, baby."
Now the two of them were finding out how much they meant to each other. It was a beautiful moment, and as he kissed her passionately, her father was watching. He was standing on the doorstep, looking. He had seen the car drive up and he wanted to see what was happening.
"Marian," he called out, "Marian, come on in here."
Marian didn't hear him. She was so lost in her lust for her young lover, that she couldn't hear anything. Being light years away, didn't make it easier for her father. He came out to the car and tapped on the window.
Quickly, he pulled away from her and he looked at her, "Marian, your dad is here."
"Oh Phillip, what will I say? He'll be mad as hops."
"Don't you worry about him," Phillip told her, "we've got a right to make love, and don't you ever forget that."
Now, she turned, and rolled down the window.
"What's up dad?" she said icily.
"You know, go in the house and I'll take care of him."
"What do you want to talk about?" Phillip said evenly.
Now, under the spell of her father's domination, Marian got out of the car. She moved silently toward the house, glancing back once or twice. She knew her father would give him a real tongue lashing.
"Well, nice thing, carrying on like this right in front of the house. God only knows what you did over at the movie tonight. But I've got a pretty good idea, I'll tell you that. And, Phillip, I'd appreciate it if you didn't try dating her again. Do you understand?"
"What's eating you dad?" Phillip asked acidly.
"Don't you talk that way to me," he said angrily.
"Look, I'm sixteen, and so is Marian. We've got a right to do what we want to. And without you stopping us. Do you understand?"
Marian's father looked at him menacingly. He wanted to sock him, but, turning to the house, he only shook his head.
"You're lucky, mighty lucky, I don't fight you. But I'll let you go son, because I don't think you know what real trouble is. You don't have a dad, to guide you. Well, I'm telling you right now, you stay away from that girl, do you understand?"
Phillip didn't answer. Even though her father had his elbows leaning on the side of the door where she had been sitting, he gunned the engine and drove off. Her father almost lost his balance. He screamed after the boy, "Go to hell!" and shaking his fist at him, he glared.
Now, Phillip headed home.
CHAPTER FOUR
When Phillip entered his home that night, he decided he would make as little noise as possible. He didn't want to bother his mother. However, his mother did hear him.
"Phillip is that you?" she called out.
"Yes mom," he told her flatly.
He moved through the darkness until he switched on a lamp. Then, he glanced about the room. He could see a couple of glasses, empty and a bottle nearby. He knew she'd been drinking. And, it appeared she had been drinking with someone. The question was who. Now, hot jealousy flashed through him. Jealousy surfaced that he didn't even know was there. He went tearing up to her bedroom, and demanded:
"Who you been drinking with tonight?"
"Why Phillip," she said, "why are you so angry?"
"Why shouldn't I be?" he demanded. "You've probably been carrying on like some drunken old-"
Mother and son were looking at each other. The son saw his mother drunken and slurring her words. And, she saw him through lust, through love, through liquor, and then she spoke:
"Honey, why don't you go to bed?"
"Alone?" he demanded.
"Why should you be alone?"
"That's good mom," Phillip smirked, "you're so loaded you wouldn't know the difference if I fucked the hell out of you or not, would you ? "
"I'd like to have you fuck me," she smiled. "Take off all your clothes honey and let mama see you."
Phillip stood there, and he looked eager, to find out what his mother had in mind. It didn't take him long.
"Baby, what did you do tonight?"
"What's it to you mom?" he said.
"I'm curious."
"I know you are," he said.
However, he didn't pay any attention to her question. He just kept undressing. And, finally, when he was undressed, she looked at him.
"Oh baby," she smiled, "do you look good!" Motioning for him to come over to her, he walked naked to the bedside. Sitting down, she looked at his loins. His legs were suntanned, and where his shorts had been, he was white. There, nestled around his hairs, was the huge prick. It was standing straight up, and its balls were hanging below. She loved the sight of his giant sized prick. She reached out and let her mouth slip over the head of it. He reached down and guided her head.
"Don't blow me tonight mom," he smiled, "Let's try some other stuff."
"Oh yes," she agreed, "anything you want to do baby. I will do."
He got on the bed, and then he suggested as he arched his behind up, "Mom, I want you to suck my ass out for me."
"All right honey," she agreed.
As he arched, her arms went out and she gripped him. And then, she buried her face in his buttocks. Suddenly, he felt her hot tongue lashing his ass-hole. And he wiggled.
"Yes, mom, that's it, suck my ass out! That's it, suck it, suck it good!"
It was amazing how exciting it could be when his mother sucked his ass out for him. He loved it, and she loved it too. However, the most exciting thing was when her hot tongue began lashing all around it. She gripped his buttocks, with her full hand, as she brought that tongue stabbing into the ass-hole. Now, he was flipping out.
"Oh, ah, mom, suck my ass, yes, suck me, suck it, that's it baby, yes suck!"
The emotion that they were experiencing was beautiful. She was enjoying what she was getting and he was too. And as her hot tongue stabbed his ass-hole, he felt his cock hardening. She could tell from the way his ass was wiggling just how much he was enjoying it. Reaching beneath him, she played with his rod, while she sucked his ass out. He loved the double action, of her hand on his buttocks, and the mouth over his cock.
"Oh, that's it," he panted, "suck it, suck it good!"
The hot tongue, stabbed up the ass-hole and he worked it around her tongue. His meat was enjoying her hand motion. He could hardly believe his mother could do him like this, yet, he loved it.
"Oh mom, suck my ass out," he begged her, "yes mom, that's it baby, yes, suck it for me good!"
His mother understood when Phillip had reached the point where he had to have some action. Suddenly, she pulled her hot, stabbing tongue out of his ass-hole, and he flipped over.
"Honey," he asked her, "how would you like to ride my rod?"
She looked at him, eagerly, and smiled.
"Oh, Phillip," she told him, "I'd love that!"
Lying back, he let her straddle him. Then, he watched as she fitted her vagina over his rod. He reached up and began toying with her breasts, as she fucked him.
Vigorously working her muscles, around his thrusting rod, she excited him beyond belief.
"How do you like it?" his mother asked. "Doesn't it feel fantastic?"
She was attempting to give him such super sex at home, that he would never want to wander out of the playpen. And, he was thrusting the way she liked it. Harder, farther, and thus she knew he was enjoying it too.
"Oh baby, fuck me, fuck me, yes, that's it! Keep fucking me, oh baby, give it to me!" he gasped, as he rode his mother's cunt.
He continued playing with her breasts, and enjoyed every second of it.
"Oohhh, aahhh, yes mom, yes mom, give it to me! Give it to me!" He begged her.
She was glad to give him a fuck, and she enjoyed it. However, she still worried about his playing around with another woman. Her ego couldn't take it.
"Oohhh, aahhh, yes, fuck me, fuck me, oh yes, that's it mom, twist your ass around my prick!"
She ground her hips around his thrusting cock, and she enjoyed it immensely. However, she knew she couldn't keep this thrusting prick at this high point of excitation for long.
"Give it to me son," she begged him, "give it to me!"
He gave it to her, a powerful jet stream of sperm as he unloaded his balls.
"Oh mom, I'm cuming! I'm cuming!" he cried, as he came.
They both looked at each other for a moment and laughed.
"Did you enjoy it baby?"
"Oh yes," he told her, "you're really beautiful, all over!"
Bending over she brushed his chest with her breasts, and he kissed her.
Now, she slid off him, and lay beside him. As they lay there together, she asked him anxiously, "Honey, I hope you didn't get some girl in trouble tonight. You were real secretive about what you did. What did you do?"
He turned away, and didn't answer. A nervous sweat came across her body, as she tried to determine precisely what her son had been up to. However, he would never tell. The fact that he wouldn't confide in her distressed her enormously. Yet, there was no getting him to tell. Suddenly, she noticed he was still hard.
"Baby," she asked him, "do you want me to blow you?"
"Oh yes," he told her, "go down on me."
Now, she Went down on his cock. And, at the same time, he angled his body around so he could see her snatch. Now, he reached inside of her and began fingering her.
"Oh baby, why don't you eat my pussy!" she suggested.
He took her up on the suggestion, and let his tongue slide along her slit. She loved the feel of it, as his tongue lashed away. Pulling back the pussy lips, he looked inside at the moist pink lining. He decided, to lick the clitoris, and see her reaction. Her reaction was all he could hope for and more. Licking it, lashing it, he got her to where she could hardly stand it.
At the same time, she was licking his testicles, and using her hand on his cock. As she licked the testicles, she became more and more excited.
"Why don't you lie on your back honey and let me get on top?"
Now, they changed positions. She was over him, and she had her legs on both sides of his head. Now, as he used his fingers to pry her pussy lips apart, he could see her tight anus, as well as the inside lining of her vagina. What a position, he thought to himself. And suddenly, he imagined what it would be like to have Marian in this very same position. The desire, to see all of Marian, to lick all Marian, eclipsed everything in his mind. However, he did not neglect his mother. He knew what she wanted, and he let his tongue lick all around her hot vagina. She loved the feel of his tongue, and she pushed back. Soon, she was pumping up and down on his tongue, as she ate his prick. Enjoying the double sensation, Phillip quickly thrust his huge cock down her throat. She loved the feel of it, and as he drove it down her throat, he became more and more excited.
"Oh baby, that's it!" he cried, as he felt his meat being sucked.
He loved the sensation when the head of it would touch the back of her throat, and then he loved to throat fuck her, driving it way down her throat.
Now, both of them were becoming more intense in their sexual excitation. She was gripping his head, with her inner thighs, as she forced her vagina tighter down on his tongue.
"Oohhh, aahhh, yes baby, that's it! Fuck it, oh yes suck it!" he told his mom, as she ate his prick.
With a sharp and sudden thrust, he erupted. It was very exciting for him to make it at that moment. The hot juicy cum shot down the throat and she enjoyed it. At the same time, she gushed, and Phillip licked her vagina clean. Now, they knew what sixty-nine meant with each other.
She pulled her legs off her son, and smiled adoringly at him.
"Oh, Phillip, you'll never know how much it meant to have your tongue sliding up there." she smiled.
"I love to lick you, mom," he admitted, "you're real beautiful everywhere."
"Thank you son," she smiled, "and don't think for one moment that I haven't enjoyed eating you too."
Mother and son, locked in love, and not afraid to try anything. However, there was always that fear that he would leave her. He rolled over, and fell asleep. She watched him, as he slept like an innocent little baby. It bothered her no end that she was his mother. She wished, above all, that they could be no relation. Then, she could marry him. For this, was what she really wanted. How she hated to give him this kind of attention. For she knew, it would be inevitable that someday their love would cause them grief and sadness. However, the passionate pleasure of the moment surpassed the torture that raced through her mind.
"Good morning," she said the next morning, and he turned and looked at her, somewhat startled to find himself in the same bed with her.
"Mom," he said, "how did I get here."
"Why baby," she laughed, "don't you remember?"
He thought for a moment and then he remembered. He felt kind of strange, that it had had slipped him, about his coming in the night before. But he was only half awake, and he didn't blame himself for long.
She started to go down on him. But he objected.
"Oh no, mom," he told her, "we can't just go on doing this! It isn't right!"
Yet, his mother's mouth was on his rod.
He watched her mouth travel up and down his dick as she sucked.
"No mom," he protested, "don't do it anymore. We've got to stop doing this! We're related, remember? I'm your son. You're my mom. We shouldn't be making it together. Mom, stop it!"
But the more her son, Phillip, requested her to stop, the more she wanted to continue. This bugged him, as he didn't know how he could ever bring her under control.
"Stop it mom," he begged her, "stop it please!"
She didn't want to stop it, for she was enjoying herself much too much. It was indeed a strange thing, to see a mother go after her son the way that Charlotte did. Yet, when he realized what a fabulous cock suck he was getting, his 'arms went down, and he pushed her farther down over his dick.
The exciting action that they were getting, was almost more than they could bear. He was pumping so hard, the bedsprings were squeaking. But that didn't make any difference to him. The only thing that mattered now, was sex, and more sex.
He ran his fingers through her hair, and noticed that she was sweating as she sucked. He watched her lips tightly clasping the cock in her mouth, and marveled at how well she could do it. He watched her cheeks suck in as she sucked his joint. And, it became more and more exciting.
"Oh, wow, that's it, suck it! Suck that cock!"
Now, he had reached that point when he knew he would have to juice. She grasped his buttocks tightly, and she sucked
As he shot a hot load of juice, down her throat, she sucked it proudly. He was happy he could deliver the juice she desired so much. And, how he loved the delivery. How he enjoyed her mouth sucking the juice out. Her hands were all over him now, as she sucked vigorously. He continued shooting a steady stream of sperm, until his ball juice gave out.
Mom, wouldn't stop sucking, so he had to tell her.
"Hey, mom," he told her, "you sucked it all out. Now stop it, damn it!"
His calling her bluff made her stop. She was sucking and she knew it. But she enjoyed sucking until it made him tickle. Pulling off his prick, she looked up at him and smiled.
"Baby," she laughed, "how was that? Did mom give you a good cock suck this morning? Isn't a cock suck a good way to wake up to have a happy day?"
He looked at her and smiled. Words were hard to come by, for he knew what he should tell her, but he didn't want to.
"Hey, mom," he said, "Let's cool it. O.K.? "
"How do you mean cool it?" She demanded evenly.
"Well, mom," he told her, "I've got to go with another girl. I can't be confined to my mom's apron strings all my life."
"But we're different," she begged him to understand, "we're not like other people. You love me, and I love you, and there's nothing wrong with it baby. Please rise up," she insisted.
He looked at her tensely and wanted to tell her the truth. Finally, he blurted it out.
"Mom," he admitted, "I found me someone else."
"What are you talking about?"
"Marian Carson," he said, "we are going together."
"Since when?" she snapped.
"Since last night," he said simply.
"We'll, that's nice. Can't trust you to go to a drive-in, well, well! I only hope you didn't knock her up, or get some dread disease."
"Thanks, mom," he told her, "that's real nice of you to talk that way. I appreciate it."
"Well," she said, "it is the truth. There isn't a reason in the world, why you should continue going with her."
He knew she was jealous, but finally he decided to tell her the truth.
"Mom, I don't want to make love to you anymore. You're not my age, you're a lot older. Why should I make love to you? Anyway, it isn't decent. You know I'd be sick and tired of people calling me the truth, the truth being you know what."
How well she knew, and how she hated the fact that she had to compete with the awful ugly image, that he felt was part of him. It annoyed her, it tortured her, but she didn't know what to do about it.
"Mom," he told her, "will you please let me go? Will you lay off?"
"I'm only concerned with your best interests," she insisted.
Rising, she got to her feet, and went over and put on a chenille robe. She glanced in the mirror, and the reflection that greeted her eyes troubled her. She recognized how tired she was. And it bothered her.
"Mom," he said, "will you please, please let me go?"
"Quit talking to me like that," she said, "you make me think I'm making you into a sex slave. And, you know that isn't the truth. You've got all the freedom you want. Now, all I ask is that you don't get some bad disease, or get a girl pregnant. There are enough unwanted people in this world, without you bringing some more in."
His mother's comments annoyed him. He always hated it when she would try to make out he was just a child and didn't know what he was doing.
"Will you lay off me mom?" he snapped.
"Why sure, son," she said, "I haven't meant to bother you. I think you know I've only tried to help you. And, you, haven't made it easy."
"I wish, we had never done it once," he told her flatly.
"We can't live in the past," she said, "this is now, and we do know each other sexually. And there's nothing that can ever change that. And you know something else," she smiled, "I loved it. I loved every second of it. I loved it because I dared do what I felt like doing, without worrying about one bit of criticism."
"It's wonderful to have the courage of your convictions," he said.
She was glad that she had done one thing that he was proud of. However, it annoyed her no end that he sometimes wanted to leave her. Yet, she thought that disappointment would be sure to follow his first love affair. And it was this frustration that she was counting on.
That moment that he would get hurt and come running back to her. Then, she would know how to accommodate him. There wouldn't be a physical act she wouldn't do. And, how she hoped that Marian Carson would refuse to do the things she loved to do.
"Why don't you ask her to suck you off?" his mother smiled.
"She already has, mom, and I've eaten her pussy too."
This stunned Charlotte, his mother. She calculated that cock sucking and pussy eating were not quite that common. How little she knew. The sexual revolution had made it next to impossible to find anyone who wasn't using their mouth for sex.
"What did she think of it?" she said, "or did you force her?"
His mother was prying, and spying with her words and questions. She was determined to find out exactly what the relation was of her son with a girl. And she would let no stone be unturned until she did find out.
"Mom, what I do with Marian Carson is none of your damn business."
"Well, I like that," she said in a huff. "I try to help you, son, and this is the thanks I get. I can never forgive you for acting this way."
She looked at him, and he looked at her, and there was an understanding that shot between them. They both were angry at each other now.
"Knock it off mom," he told her, "you know better than that."
"I don't know what you're talking about, son," she replied. "I've tried to be a good mother. How many mothers would go to such lengths to please, their sons ? "
"If you're asking me how many moms will go down and suck their son's cocks off, and ask him to eat their pussies, I don't know. I never took a statistic on that, and I don't think they're going to run a poll."
They both were becoming more and more antagonistic toward each other. And it was this antagonism that was building that caused him to worry. His stomach was churning, and he looked at her with rage. Her face registered her wonder now.
"Well, why are you looking at me like that," she demanded.
"I don't know," he replied, hiding his feelings inside. Yet, down deep he was calculating that some way, somehow, he would get her out of his life, erase her forever. He didn't want to ever be reminded of the fact that he'd had sex with his owr. mother. She was a haunting thing to him, a torturous reminder of his own stupidity. Yet, as she stroked his face gently, and used her fingers to kiss his lips pressing down, he knew, he still felt love, for her. It wouldn't be easy to decide on how to get away from mom. But, get away, he vowed he would. And, he didn't forgive her. He realized she was trying to use his youth and his immaturity to seduce him to her way of thinking, to her way of living. It burned the hell out of him, just thinking about it.
"Mom," he smiled, "what would you do if I told you I would never have sex with you again?"
"I'd die," she said, "I would baby, I would."
She turned away and sobbed. Now, Phillip felt guilty. He was making his mother cry, and he really didn't want to. He didn't hate her, he was just fearful of what her influence could do to him. She could dominate and domineer him. His life would not be his own, and his future would be one that she would guide and direct every step of the way. Therefore, as he silently looked at her, he thought and thought about ways to get away. If he could take a trip somewhere, if he could visit somebody, anything, to get away. Then, he thought of Marian Carson. He didn't want to leave her. He felt too much affection and love for her. Yet, he knew her father posed a problem. Suddenly he realized where all of his problems lay. It was her father, and his mother. Why they should be so damned particular about every move he made, and she made, he couldn't understand it. Then, a strange idea flashed through his head. Maybe Marian is making out with her dad, like
I'm making out with my mom. Wouldn't that be cozy?
She looked at him, and wondered why he was smiling as he thought about this situation. "What's so funny?"
"Oh nothing," he said, "I just laugh a lot."
"But everybody does everything with some kind of reason back of it, don't they?"
He thought for a moment, and said, "I don't know."
She looked at him, blankly, and she wondered if he-could ever really love her. She now knew that some way somehow she had to stop. He didn't want it anymore and it was embarrassing to him. Therefore, he tried to think of things that would be able to make her relax, even if he wasn't around.
"Mom," he smiled, "you've got a nice pad here. Got all you need, why do you need me too?"
Stunned, that such a question should ever surface, she looked at him and smiled.
"I don't know what you're talking about,' she said, playing it cool. "Do you feel well? Are you running a fever?"
"No, mom," he said flatly, "I'm not running anything or anywhere. But I'm just telling you the truth, we're through. We never should have started, I'm sorry, and we're through. No more sex, no way."
She reached over, and lit a cigarette for hersen, and took a deep puff of it. Glancing at her son, she said:
"Do whatever you want. I'm not going to stop you. If you want to go away and leave me, that's your business. But I'll tell you one thing for damned sure, you'll never find anyone who will sincerely love every part of you, adore every inch of you, the way I will."
Tensely, he looked at her, and said, "I never do want to hurt you. But I have already, and now, I don't know how to get out of it."
She was disturbed, that he was so uptight. She knew that she had to quit seducing him and try to control herself. But it wasn't easy for she was so passionately fond of him, all she could think of was making love to him.
"Mom," he smiled, "I love you so much."
Their arms locked and again they kissed, and the future they didn't know. Yet, he vowed he must make his move. And, she made her vow, that she must never lose her son.
CHAPTER FIVE
Now that Marian and Phillip had found each other, they were inseparable. Marian Carson's father, however, always was checking to see if he came near the house. Phillip, knew enough not to go near the house. He told her, that he would have to go to a motel somewhere, as they couldn't go to his house either. His mother was so intensely nervous about him going with any other girl, that he decided he better keep it all quiet.
"Honey," he asked Marian one afternoon when they were walking home from school, "how would you like to go to a motel next Friday night?"
"Oh really, could we?"
"Yes, baby, we could, we need to be alone."
They walked hand in hand, and thought quickly about the fun that they would have.
He felt his cock stiffen, as he touched Marian's hand. It bugged him that he was only sixteen, and had such difficulty getting the sexual satisfaction that he needed so desperately.
"Honey," she asked him, "will you get one of those motels where we can have a king size bed, and do all sorts of wonderful things?"
"Yes," he told her, "we're going to get one of those king size beds. And, maybe I could rent some movies. Some dirty movies, where we could see people fucking."
"Could you do that?"
"Sure I'll do it," he told her. "I'll get some."
He wondered, however, how difficult it would be to get the pictures. Then it flashed into his mind, that his buddy, David, had some films and an 8 millimeter movie camera. He could project the films on the wall at the motel. That was really all he needed.
"Honey," she smiled, "do you think you'll really get them?"
"I know I can," he assured her.
He decided to make a detour to David's place and let her walk on alone.
"Baby, I've gotta cut out here, I've got an errand to run."
"I'll see you later lover," she told him.
Now, she was on her way. And so was he. However, there was a burning within her heart, the moment he was out of her sight. She was passionately fond of him, and could hardly let him go.
"Honey," he called back, "take care of yourself."
"Yes, Phillip, I will."
As they walked away they would call out to each other, and wave and look at each other. Funny feelings were going through Phillip, as he knew at last he found someone he deeply loved. Yet, with her father hating him, and his mother loving him, it would be difficult. Walking up to David's old house, he saw David standing there.
"Hi David," he called out, wanting to be as friendly as he knew how, so he could get a loan of his projector and his camera. If he could take his mom's car, and find a motel that would admit him, he would have it made. Of course, he would give a phony name, and a phony age, and hope the management at the motel wouldn't ask to see any I.D.
David was surprised to see him, as he hadn't seen him for quite a long time.
"Where ya been buddy?"
"Busy, real busy."
"I guess so," he replied, "I sure haven't seen you around here."
Now, he was determined to get the loan of the projector and the film.
"David," he smiled, "have you got any new pictures that I could look at?"
"Sure buddy," he told him, "it's just lucky you came when you did. My mom is gone, and dad's still at work."
"Real good," he smiled, "I can't wait to see those juicy pictures." .
Young David got the pictures from his father's bedroom, and taking the projector as well as the films upstairs, locked his own bedroom door. He threaded the reel, and told his friend Phillip, to turn out the lights. In the darkness, he flicked on the projector switch and onto the wall flashed a couple in intercourse. The woman, was straddling the man and the shot showed her from behind. Her long black hair fell down her back, and you could see her buttocks, as she started sliding down the man's rod. All you could see of the man, was a portion of his cock gliding into the woman, and his testicles hanging there.
"Look at that tiger go," David grinned, as he watched the huge sliding tool move in and out of the woman's pussy.
"Real beautiful, eh what?" he smiled.
The next shot, showed a side view of the man stretched out and the woman sliding her hips up and down, as she fucked him. It was an erotic position, all right, and with her huge hanging boobs pumping up and down as she moved, the boys were getting erections of their own.
"I've got a hard-on right now," David smiled.
"So have I," Phillip acknowledged, "but don't get horny around me."
"Don't worry," he smiled, "now, rest--look at them go."
In this picture, they were shown doing it at a different angle. The man had his legs upraised, and the woman was reaching back to grasp his buttocks, while the man reached forward to guide her hips. The camera being closer, revealed the huge round red nipples of the woman's breasts.
"Wow, what a set of knockers on that one!" he smiled.
Now, they were so excited, they both wanted to get some action.
"You know where we could find us a chick we could fuck?" David demanded.
"Yes, I do," his friend Phillip replied, "but I don't know whether I could share her with you or not."
"Why not?" he demanded, "I'd love to meet your friend."
The two boys continued looking at the pictures. The next shot, showed a man and woman kneeling on the bed. The man was kissing the woman, and grasping her behind. Now, her arms were around him and she was pulling his head toward her. It was a beautiful depiction of sexual pleasure. The next shot, showed the woman with her legs up in the air, and the man was kneeling at the side of the bed, fitting his cock in her anus.
"Look at that!" David exclaimed, "he's fucking her ass-hole."
"I know," his buddy replied, "a lot of people do it that way. It's really exciting."
For a moment, Phillip hesitated. He didn't want to introduce his buddy to her, yet he thought it might be a way of getting the film there for sure. Also, he knew his buddy had a car. That would save him from borrowing his mother's car, which would only arouse suspicion.
"Oh look at that tiger go, watch him drill her ass-hole!"
Now, they were quite excited. As they talked, they became even more stimulated, and they noticed each others pricks.
"Should we jerk off looking at the pictures?" David smiled.
"Ah no," Phillip replied, "I've got me a chick I score with."
Instantly, his buddy turned off the motion picture projector, and turned to him.
"Who?"
"Marian Carson," he smiled. "You mean you've fucked her?" his buddy asked him.
"Yes, I have," he smiled, "and she thinks she's in love with me. Isn't that crazy."
"Any dame who's in love with you would be a sap."
The two boys laughed. Then, Phillip decided he might as well tell David what he had in mind.
"I plan to fuck her at a motel, and I wanted to use your pictures. If I could have these pictures, then we really could have some fun."
The two of them exchanged glances, and then he said:
"All right, let's go!"
The decision had been made, and now they knew what they were going to do. They decided, to share their mutual interest.
"If you bring these pictures to a motel, we could both fuck her," Phillip suggested. "We'll need your car, and your pictures, and I'll get her to make it with you too."
"How do you know you will?" David demanded, "she's in love with you, why in the hell would she be fucking with me?"
"Because," Phillip replied, "she'll do anything I ask her to."
"She's in love with you."
The two boys laughed. Then, Phillip made his decision.
"Next Friday afternoon, after school, we'll drive to a motel. There's a tumbledown motel on the outside of town, and that's where we'll go. I know right where it is. I've seen them advertise those big king size beds. I think it's just a fuck house."
"It is," he chuckled, "my older brother, Herman has been there. He told me all about it. They don't look at your I.D. or anything."
"That's beautiful!" he smiled.
Now, he turned the projector back on and they looked at a shot of a woman leaning back, with the man ripping her behind, and thrusting his tool into her.
"Doesn't that look groovy?" he smiled.
Now, both boys were turned on again as the pictures kept flashing across the screen. The next shot, showed the woman on her side, and the man was thrusting his tool in from the behind angle. The woman's breasts, were everywhere in evidence, and as the boys looked at her from this angle, they thought they would flip out of their minds.
"Turn that damn projector off," Phillip demanded, "I can't stand it. All that ass, and nobody to fuck."
"All right buddy," David smiled. "However, Friday, you me and the dame."
"All right buddy," Phillip said, "I'll see to it on Friday."
When Phillip left his friend, he knew he would have a difficult time convincing his girlfriend. However, he couldn't go over to her house, or he would have the problem of her father. So, he decided to call her right away before her father got home. He went to a corner phone booth, and called her up.
"Hi there Marian," he began, "how are you baby?"
"Just fine, what's up?"
"My cock!" he laughed, "so what's new?"
"I've got a great plan for Friday," she said, "something new that we can do."
"About Friday," Phillip explained, "how about going with David?"
"Oh no," she shrieked, "I can't stand that creep. If you want to go with David, forget me."
Saying that, she hung up the phone with a resounding bang. Phillip, was undisturbed. He called her right back, and said, "Hey, baby, don't you ever hang up on me like that again."
"I'm sorry," she told him, "I really am."
Now, they made a decision, not to hang up. She listened, and when he explained, "how else can I get a car? We can also have a big surprise. He's got a dirty movie collection, that you wouldn't believe."
"Is that right?" she asked curiously. "I've never seen one of those flicks. I've heard about them, but I've never seen one. That would be fun."
"Now, do you see why I want him to go with us?"
"Yes, I'm beginning to see the light." Finally, they got the thing settled so Friday was O.K. for three at an orgy.
Phillip walked home, proud of himself and happy. However, when he got home, he was surprised to see his mother there. He thought she would be at work. Going into the house, he couldn't understand where she was. She wasn't in the living room, she wasn't in the kitchen, she wasn't in the dining room. He called out and went upstairs. No voice answered, as he walked upstairs. Then, he saw her in her bedroom, lying there naked, bleary-eyed and drinking.
"Mom," he asked her, "what the hell are you doing?"
"Thinking of you, son," she replied, "oh baby, I've been waiting for you all day."
"But mom," he told her, "you shouldn't be here all day waiting for me. This is terrible."
"I know it is," she said, "but I can't help it son. I love you so much."
"I know you do mom," he told her, "and, we've got to do something about it. We can't go on like this."
"But, baby, I love you."
"I love you too, mom."
Finally, the realization that she was so hung up on him, that she couldn't go to work, hit him. What would he do if she didn't go out and work? She was supporting him. He knew this all too well. He thought perhaps he might give her a little sex to keep her happy.
"Mom, would you like a little action?"
"Oh baby, would I ever!" she stammered.
"O.K. mom, I'll strip and let you suck me off if you want to."
"Oh baby, feed me, feed me that sperm."
Now, that he was turned on with her and he was going to get his rocks off anyway he knew how.
"Son, why don't you take a shower first?" she asked.
"All right honey," he replied, "I'll do it if you want me too."
He took off his clothes and as he stood there naked, she looked at him. He was so beautiful, and he was her own creation. This made it all the more intriguing to her.
"Baby, come over here."
"All right mom," he replied.
Phillip walked over to his mother, and she kissed his behind. She felt him there, and rested her face on his buttock.
"Hey mom," he said, "you said you wanted me to take a shower. And, I'm going to go and take my shower."
"You don't have to honey, we can just do it like this."
"No mom," he said, a bit embarrassed, and wanting to shower.
He stepped away from her, and she released him, and he went into the shower. As the water sprayed his body, it brought him to life. He felt better every moment. Then he came to life as the brisk cold water refreshed him. Stepping out of the shower, he dried off. His mother, walked naked into the bathroom, and looked at him as he dried off.
"You're really hung up on me, aren't you mom?"
"Yes, my son, I am."
They looked at each other for a tense moment. Then, she said:
"I love every part of you. I want to lick it, to love it, to suck it."
The emotions that flitted through her, were almost more than she could bear. She couldn't get enough of him. It was as if her son and his body was a drug, that excited, delighted and elated her,.
"Oh baby," she sighed, "I love you."
He went into the bedroom, and she looked at him.
"Honey," she said, "when you were a little boy, I loved you then. Not this way, no, not this way, but I did adore you. You were such a handsome little boy with wavy hair, and those flashing eyes."
"Mom, you gonna suck me or talk about when I was a little boy? I'm a big boy now, see my prick. Isn't it big?"
She looked at him and smiled, and opened her mouth.
"Yes, son, it is big, come over here, and sit in mama's face."
He walked over, and straddled her, and as he lowered his behind on her face, she thrust her tongue forward and started licking his ass-hole out.
Now, he was going to town. Faster and faster, she sucked on his behind. Her tongue was licking all around the tight anus, and then stiffening, she stabbed her tongue up there and he rode up and down on his mother's tongue. At the same time that she was rimming him, he gripped his cock with his hand and began pumping.
"Oh yes," he panted, "that's exciting, suck it, that's it mom, suck it, suck it, oh yes, suck my ass!"
Now, the excitement was building, and she thought she would flip out of her mind, as she lashed away, holding his behind in her hands and letting her tongue slip up there. Her eyes were open, and she could see his testicles hanging above her, also she got a big charge out of the way he pumped his penis, pulling his balls up with every stroke.
"Oh mom, suck it, that's it, yes, suck, suck, suck my ass out, oh yes, that's it I love it!"
His body was sweating now and she was sweating too. However, she was lost in her own sexual delusions. She loved her son, more than anyone, and she wanted to keep him forever. She would do any physical act, no matter how debasing, as long as she could tie him to her.
Finally, the passion had overpowered him to the point where he knew he had to move back, and let her lick his testicles, and lick along his prick.
"Mom," he panted, "suck my nuts too."
Pulling back, he let his mother play with his testicles. She licked along them and then slid her tongue along his cock, until she came to the head of it. Suddenly, her mouth moved over the head of his prick, and she sucked.
"Ooohhh yes, I love it, that's beautiful," he told her.
Finally, she let her mouth slide over the head of his cock, and she sucked.
"Suck it, yes, suck it, oh wow!"
He loved the way she was sucking now. Her lips were tightly encased over his sliding tool, and she was quickly moving back and forth.
"Suck it mom, suck it, yes, mom, eat it!"
She was giving him, precisely what he wanted. Suddenly, she let the cock slide down her throat. It was a fantastic moment for her, as she felt the huge tool slip down her throat.
"Oh yes, mom," he panted, "I'm throat fucking you now! Yes mama, take it all in. That's it, oh yes, suck, suck my cock off!"
Pulling his cock back farther, he let the head of it remain in her mouth, where she could lick all around the end of it.
"Oh, that's beautiful, that's it! Suck, suck, oh, do it faster, that's it, yes, suck it!"
They had a ball and they were enjoying each other immensely now.
"Suck it, oh yes, honey, suck it!"
The fantastic moment, that they had waited for, had arrived. It was something out of the ordinary, and she loved the way he shot his load into her mouth. She loved the taste of his sperm, and she couldn't stop sucking on the head of it. He reached down, and tried to pull his meat out of her mouth.
"Hey mom," he told her, "stop sucking, you've had enough."
At last she got the point, and released his rod.
He moved away from her, almost thinking of her as some predatory animal. It bothered him, that she was that way. Yet, he didn't know what to do about her.
She lay there, acting as if she had to have some action too.
"Oh Phillip," she begged him, "You're not going to leave me like this are you?"
Phillip looked at his mother, and he hardly knew what to do. He didn't want to go through with anymore sex with her, yet, he didn't jack off to leave her alone.
"Mom, will you get off my back?" he asked her.
"Off your back, hell!" she shrieked, "I've given you what you wanted, now you don't give a damn about me."
He looked at her, and as she glared at him, he got a whole new image of her. When his rocks were hot, she looked beautiful and appealing. However, after his rocks were satisfied, he didn't give a damn about her.
"Why do you stare at me like that?" his mother asked.
"Am I staring?"
"Yes, damn it, you are. You're looking at me like you hate me."
"No honey, I don't hate you," he told his mother, "but I just don't want to fuck you right now."
"Oh baby, I can tell you the greatest way to do it. Your cock is still hard. Why don't you come over here, and just sit down on the bed, and I'll show you a fantastic way to make it."
"All right, mom," he agreed.
He went over to the bed, and sat there, and spread out. As he lay there, she climbed on top of him, and he watched her sliding down his staff. It felt wonderful, to feel her moving down over his cock.
"Oh, Phillip, darling," she panted, "you'll never know how wonderful that feels to your mother."
He had a pretty good idea, however, because her eyes were ablaze with sexual excitement. And, it turned him on to see her that excited and stimulated.
"Oh baby," she panted, "I love it, keep doing it to me. Yes, that's it! Fuck it, oh yes, I want it. I want it. Yes baby, yes!"
He was giving all he had, and he wanted to drill her hot vagina, until she got satisfied good for once. Maybe, he thought to himself, if she gets a good fucking, she'll leave me alone a little while.
"How about that mom?" he blurted.
"Oh yes son," she panted, "Jab it to the right!"
As soon as he jabbed it to the right, her vagina gripped' it, and she twisted.
Next, he thrust to the left, and her muscles clamped it, and massaged it.
"Oh yes, mom," he panted, "fuck me, fuck me. Oh I've got to have it!"
Suddenly, the delightful feeling that she was producing in his cock, gave him such thrills, that he didn't want to stop. He was caught in the trap of her pussy.
"Oh baby, fuck it, fuck it like that!" he panted, as he thrust straight forward and she gripped it.
"Oh baby, I love it, yes, yes, fuck, fuck it, fuck it, oh yes fuck fuck fuck!"
Now the two of them were going out of their minds, as she fucked faster.
It was a fantastic ride for the two of them, and she was enjoying it.
"Oohhh mom, I'm shooting!"
"So am I son," she smiled proudly. "Yes baby, yes, fuck me, fuck me good!"
His mother was giving him the kind of fuck that he wanted. He was delighted that she was doing what she was doing for him. And, it was a magical moment for both of them.
"Play with my titties, pinch them, that's what I want!" his mother requested, as he thrust his hands forward, pinching the nipples.
"Beautiful, oh yes, that's it! That's it!"
Now, they were both juicing, and riding at the same time. His mother, was very proud of him. She had brought him up to be a very loving trusting son. But she never knew what a sexpot he could be. She was delighted, that he could catch on so quickly how to please a woman. And, she consoled her aching conscience by telling herself that she was only training him to be an expert lover when he got married. However, no amount of lying could ever change the truth. He knew, that he was doing the wrong thing. And, he wanted out. Maybe, he thought to himself, after the flash of sperm excitement was over, when I'm fucking with Marian, and getting my rocks off with a chick my age, I can get off this mom hang-up.
His mother looked at him, and a certain anger she picked up.
"What's wrong?" she asked.
"Nothing, mom," he said.
"Oh yes there is," she said, "I know there is. Something is bugging you. What is it?"
"I can't tell you mom," he insisted.
"Why not?" she demanded.
"I'm sorry, mom, I just can't tell you."
Now, she was perturbed. She knew something was bothering him. She raced over to him, and kissed him. And, when he pushed her away, her hands went like claws down his back until it bled.
"You shouldn't have done that, mom," he told her, "you shouldn't have done it!"
"I'm sorry," she said, "I am sorry."
"You should be," he told her angrily.
Now, their turmoil was raging within them. And, there was nothing to say. His back was bleeding, and he knew her rage was too much for him to take all the time.
"Won't you ever leave me alone?" he asked.
She looked at him, and she said softly, "no son, I can't leave you alone, because I love you. I love you, damn it, forgive me!"
He didn't have any forgiveness within his heart, his eyes looked at her and they were hard as steel. Suddenly, he realized she was the deterrent to his ever being happy. And, he hated her.
"Go to hell!" he told her.
She looked away sadly, and walked to the bathroom and closed the door. When she kept the door closed a long time and he didn't hear any sounds emitted from the bathroom, he wondered if she had killed herself. This bothered him, and he didn't know what to do about it. Yet, he was afraid to make a fuss. He was afraid to get involved in another argument. It was better he thought, to leave well enough alone.
"Son," she called, "come in here."
He walked in, and he found her, with her wrists bleeding.
"Dear," she said, "call the doctor quick."
He raced quickly to the telephone, and called the emergency hospital.
They told him to tie her wrists up with knotted handkerchiefs, and rush here there as quickly as possible. They had no one to send. Going back to the bathroom, he quickly knotted two handkerchiefs to keep the blood from flowing.
"Put on some clothes mom," he told her, "it's gonna hurt, but they'll take care of you."
Hastily, she got dressed, in spite of the pain and the blood that was flowing. He put on his clothes and rushed her to emergency. When the nurse saw them walking in, she looked at them sadly.
"Oh quick, right this way."
The doctor didn't ask questions, he'd seen too many cases like this. He quickly took care of her and stopped the bleeding. As she lay there resting, she looked at her boy.
"I'm so sorry I've been such a bother."
"Oh mom, don't say you're sorry. It's my fault, I'm sorry."
"I'll leave you two alone a moment," the doctor replied, as he walked out of the room.
Little did the doctor know how deeply entangled the mother and son actually were. Little did he realize how tortured and tormented they were. Yet, something within her made her shudder.
"Oh son, I did it because I love you, and I don't want to be wrecking your life. You can't go on like this, with me coming after you like that."
"Don't talk about it here, mom," he told her, "I don't want them to hear us."
"All right, dear," she said softly.
Now, they were both silent, and when the doctor stepped in he smiled, and said, "you'll be all right. You can take her home now."
They left the hospital together arm in arm, and then when he got home he tried to be kind to her. He loved her, and yet he hated her. But it was more hate for himself. For he knew that he was just as responsible for her becoming involved with him, as she was. Yet, the pain and the torture of what he had been through, was still haunting him. He knew that she had some power over him sexually. And, this troubled him. Was it because when he was stimulated and unable to find any sexual outlet, he had seen his own mother, and become stimulated with her. Had suppressed desires, when these instances had occurred, taken over and made him now a victim of his own twisted mind?
"Oh god help me!" he cried out loud.
"What is it son?" his mother asked, as she rested on the pillow.
"Nothing mom," he said. "Nothing, I'm all right."
"I feel so good now," his mother said, "and you will treat me kindly, won't you dear?"
Looking down into his mother's face, he realized why she had done what she had done. She was going to force kindness, love and consideration out of him at any cost.
"Yes mom," he replied, "I'll be kind to you."
CHAPTER SIX
Now that Phillip's mother was recovering, he felt he should get his rocks off elsewhere as quick as possible. It had been arranged for the following Friday for him to go with his girlfriend Marian, and his buddy David, to a motel on the outskirts of town.
When he approached Marian about it, she had changed her mind and said that she would not have sex with another boy at the same time.
"But, Marian, why won't you? It won't hurt anything. Please let's all have a good time together. Sex is a game. It's something that we're supposed to enjoy. It doesn't mean that you're going to get strung up on him and love him or anything. It's just a lot of fun. For example, think of all the different actions that three people could make that two people can't make."
"Sex was made for two," she replied. "It's bad enough doing it when you're not married. But it's simply evil when you do it with a third person."
"Evil?" he said, "what do you mean, evil?" She looked at him with disdain, and then said angrily, "I don't want to have anything to do with you at all. You've disappointed me, Phillip. I thought you were a man with at least a little principal. It seems I was wrong. Every time I go out with a guy, he wants to ball me. Can't you guys ever think of anything besides balling a chick? It's disgusting," she said.
Now, the two of them were looking at each other with such anger flowing through them, it didn't seem possible they would ever be brought together.
"Honey," he smiled, "maybe I didn't want to share you. But I did want to have you. With me. And this was the only way I could think of doing it. I, I can't ask mom for the car. And we've got to go there in a car. Oh, sure we could take a taxi, but do you know how far that it? Do you know how much that would cost us?"
"I'll pay for it," she said, "I'll be glad to pay for it."
Now he was stunned. He couldn't think of a way out. The truth of the matter was he couldn't wait to see those erotic movies. That was what was triggering his imagination. Yet, he hated to admit it.
"All right, Marian," he said, "if you don't want to see all those naked fornicating fucking films, you don't have to."
"Tell me about the movies," she said curiously.
He looked at her, and knew he had her baited. He shook his head quickly and smiled and said:
"Nope, I'm not going to tell you anything about those pictures. If you don't want to go, you sure as hell don't have to go. That's it!"
She was disgusted, and yet, she was curious. There was a side of her that was eager to know what it was all about. She wanted to know the different positions that people could get in, when they were having sex. And, this might be the only chance she would have to see such films until she was an older girl.
"Did you see any of those movies?"
"Sure I did," Phillip told her frankly, "and I enjoyed them."
"That's nice," she said.
"Look baby," he told her, "if you don't want to go, you don't have to. But I'm warning you I'm going to go and find me another girl."
That produced a reaction.
"Who?" she demanded, "I think I know who. It's that Little cute Alice that you've been looking at in your English class. I've seen you looking at her. Oh she's a real nice girl. She really is. But she lies a lot."
"Is that right?" Phillip smiled, quickly becoming aware of the various devices that a man might use to trap a woman, and interest her.
"Oh yes, she lies an awful lot about her social life. She pretends she's still a virgin. But take it from me, I know four guys who never found her cherry," she laughed.
"Maybe she never had one," Phillip suggested slyly.
"Oh every girl does," she said, "I'll never forget when I had mine."
"Who did you the first time?"
"I'm not going to tell you," she said.
"Why not?"
"Because it's my business. And anyway, you're trying to make a cheap slut out of me. Asking me to go to see those dirty fuck flicks, and have it with another boy. Do you think I'm out of my mind?"
"You really want me to answer that?" he smiled.
"Sometimes I could really slap your face and enjoy it."
"Go right ahead, be my guest."
She stepped forward and was about to bring her hand against his face, when she burst out laughing.
"What are those fuck films like? Tell me more about them. Do they really show everything, I mean do you see chicks blowing guys, and that type of thing?"
"You name it, they do it. Everything, and I mean that color camera when it moves into a close-up, leaves nothing to the imagination. Wow! That cock is so big, and that cunt is so vast on that big screen, you wouldn't believe it."
"Does it make a person a better fucker to go to a thing like that?"
"Oh, yes, it does," he assured her, "actually, people use them for fucking lessons. You know they don't teach that in school," he reminded her.
"No, they don't," she admitted, "I wish they did. I would ask the Gym professor to fuck me. Did you ever notice how handsome he was?" she asked Phillip.
"I sure as hell didn't," he told her, "why would I be interested in the Gym teacher? I've got the same thing he has, maybe longer. But, there is one teacher I really dig, my History teacher. Did you notice her? Oh, wow! She's got it all, and in the right places too."
"Of course I wouldn't notice her, I'm not that way."
Now that the two of them had gotten their ego pitches across, the conversation continued on about the pictures, about which she was finding herself becoming more and more curious by the moment.
"So, they've got a lot of those movies? Well I sure would like to see them. Do they actually show a guy going down on a chick and give a big tight close-up of her cunt? Can you see it pink, and can you see the hairs?"
"You bet your sweet ass you can baby," he smiled, "nothing like it ever. And, you can see it all Friday at our Motel fuck."
"Damn it I'll go!" she said, "I think you've talked me into it. Or maybe I've talked myself into it."
"No, it was curiosity that killed the cat, and it's your curiosity about those fuck films, that's going to give us one hell of a good time next Friday."
Now, Marian had to figure out a way to make sure her father would not suspect where she was going after school.
"Daddy," she said, "I want to go to a nature hike on Friday after school."
"Nature hike honey?" her father asked, as he continued looking at the television show.
"Yes daddy," she said, "it's something real nice prepared by our Biology teacher."
"Stop it honey, there's going to be another killing in a minute, and I want to watch it."
He waved his hands, motioning for her to be still, so he could watch the killer shoot. Suddenly, the room reverberated with the sound of the shots. Now that her father was satisfied with what he had seen, she said:
"Can I talk now daddy?"
"Yes honey, go right ahead, he killed the guy. Good thing too."
"That's nice," she smiled, "Hey, daddy, I wonder if you could tell me if you ever went on those nice nature hikes. We won't be long, just a couple of hours later after school."
"That's all right honey," he told her, "I just hope you're doing good in your classes. I was thinking I might get you something nice to wear. Providing, of course, you get good grades."
"Daddy, baby," she cried, "You know I'll do my best to get good grades. But I don't like you putting grades on a basis like that. That's a bribe, daddy."
"Would you quit bugging me, and let me look at this TV show. All right, so I'll get you what you want. But you better get good grades or your mother will figure out something to take care of you."
Marian was uptight. She didn't like pressure being applied like this. And, she didn't care to tell them that she was nearly failing in one subject.
"Well, are you ready for Friday afternoon?" Phillip asked her, when he met her at lunch hour at school that day.
"Yes, I am," she smiled, "it's all fixed up with my father. I've been noticing David," she said.
"And what do you think of him?"
"He's not bad, really."
"Now, don't get so hung up on him, that you will become a twosome and leave me out."
"Well, don't they say two is company, three's a crowd?" she teased.
The bell rang, and the lunch hour was over, and the students went back to their classrooms.
It seemed as if the day would drag oh forever for David and Phillip and Marian. All three of them had more exciting things to do. And they could hardly wait to do them.
"Oh boy," Phillip smiled when the day was over and he was walking with David, "I can't wait. There's Marian over there."
Marian walked toward them both. She wasn't making any motions or gestures. She whispered to David, as she saw him:
"Hi there David. Cool it. Somebody might be watching."
Now, they were doing their best to play it cool, and not have anyone observe them.
Walking across the campus, they laughed, but making it a point not to be obvious.
David led the way to his car, and Phillip and Marian got in. They drove off, and Phillip told David exactly where the motel was.
"I don't think you have to give me anymore directions," David smiled, "I know where that place is. They call it the fuck hotel."
"That's a nice name," Marian said, "real subtle."
"I don't know about it being subtle," David replied, "but it sure informs you of what they do there."
"Maybe I should back out of this," Marian smiled cagily.
"We'd force you," David replied, "we've waited too long for some action."
Now, David could hardly wait to get his rocks off with her. And, he knew she would do just what he wanted. He would force her to if she wouldn't, so she would do it.
When they came to the motel, there was the sign, king size beds.
"They don't make any secret of what they're here for do they?" Phillip smiled.
"No, anyone with an ounce of imagination could figure that out," David replied.
"Who's gonna go in?" David asked.
"I think I should," Phillip replied, "I'll walk in and I'll pay. Would you give me some of the money?"
David handed him part of the money for the cost of the motel.
"Should I chip in too?" Marian asked.
"Oh no," David said, "we wouldn't let you pay. You are our guest."
"Or, maybe I'm just the woman who's going to get fucked."
"Do you have to talk so crudely?" Phillip asked her.
"What's crude about the fuck?"
"Well I don't think a lady would say it."
"Lady?" she said, "if I was a lady, I wouldn't be here with you two studs, about to make out in this dingy old rat trap of a motel."
"That's the girl," David grinned, "tell him."
Phillip got out, and went over to pay the motel bill. As he stood there, and paid the motel bill, he looked back at her.
"How are you tonight?" he asked the woman there.
"It isn't night, son," she said, "a room for how many."
"Two."
"Man and wife, of course," she asked. "Of course."
Phillip checked in, and gave a phony name. He paid the bill with cash and woman didn't make any fuss. She gave him the key and he walked off. When he got to the back of the motel, his buddy David and his girlfriend Marian were waiting for him.
"We thought you'd never come," Marian told him.
"Oh don't worry about me, when there's a good piece of pussy in the offing."
She didn't say anymore, and then they all went quietly into the motel, hoping that no one was watching.
Once inside of the motel room, they all relaxed.
"I've got the movie projector and the films," David smiled, putting them down.
"And I've brought us a little something to drink," Phillip nodded. "Mom drinks too much anyway."
"How nice," she smiled, "this is what I call a real party."
"Right on!" David replied.
It didn't take long, for the three of them to strip. Now, David watched closely. He wanted to see every garment as she removed it. And, with eyes focusing on her, she had a ball undressing.
"What do you think of my panties?" she smiled.
"I think they're nice, a little loud."
"Well," she said. "I bought these crotchless panties," she giggled, as she turned around, revealing her pubic hair poking free from the section of her panties that was cut out.
"That's beautiful," David said, "it's framed like a picture."
"What a nice meal," Phillip nodded.
"Now, let's see you two. You've still got your shorts on."
"Well, your panties aren't all the way down. Now pull them down."
She pulled her panties down, and then she watched the two of them.
"Oh, don't you look nice."
When the three of them were totally naked, they got on the bed and tried to figure out what to do.
David looked at Marian and said:
"We ought to look at the movies first. That would give us some fucking ideas."
"I'm all for that," Marian agreed. "I've never seen fuck films. I hear they're really wild."
"They are," Phillip assured her. "It tells you everything, every position, every angle. You really know how to fuck after you've seen these movies. Let me tell you that!"
It was difficult for David to take the time required to set up the projector, for he was so eager to screw. Nevertheless, he did so. As he set up the projector, she looked at him admiringly.
"Oh, do you ever look handsome," she smiled, "Baby, I can't wait for you to ball me."
Quicker and quicker, they got into the act. Now. it was easy for them to relax. The pictures were showing on the screen, and Phillip quickly poured some booze.
"What is that?" she demanded, as he poured some into a glass for her.
"Mom's bourbon," he laughed, "she'll never miss it. It'll do us more good."
"Pour me some too," David replied. "I sure could use it."
Soon, the three young people were drinking, and then David finally got the projector set up and the movies started.
The first film that was showing, depicted a black man with two white women. It was an exciting picture, for one woman was sucking his ass out, while the other woman was pumping his meat and licking his testicles at the same time. Finally, the woman who was pumping his prick, let her mouth slide up over the head of the cock, and she sucked him.
"Oh look at that," David said, "doesn't that get you horny?"
Marian was so fascinated with the film, as was Phillip, they could hardly speak.
"He sure has a big cock, doesn't he?" Marian observed. "I wonder how many inches it is?"
"I don't know," David told her, "but it sure is big. I'll tell you that."
The woman went on sucking on the huge black rod, and, it was easy to see that she was going out of her mind with pleasure. Apparently, she was looking forward expectantly, to that moment when the big load would erupt in her mouth.
The black man, did not disappoint her, for suddenly, the hot juice spurted, and she sucked vigilantly.
"Oohhh, aahhh, suck it, suck it, oh yes, suck it!" David cried, as he watched and saw the woman sucking the meat.
Marian observed, David was pumping his cock, as he watched, and his mouth was moving almost as if he was involved in the act.
"Well," she smiled, "Maybe we should turn off the projector, and let me give you a blow job, David. It seems you're pretty horny."
"I sure am," he said, "I've been saving up my ball juice all week, just for this orgy occasion."
"That's nice," Marian replied.
David took his cue, and turned the switch off. Then, he let her bend over his dick, and start sucking.
"What's gonna happen to me?" Phillip said, feeling quite left out.
"I don't know," David said, "she can't suck two cocks at one time. Maybe, if she had two mouths."
"That's simple," Marian giggled, "you can be eating my pussy, while I'm sucking his cock off. It's as simple as that."
Now, David was laughing. He though he was getting the better of the deal, and he enjoyed chuckling at his buddy, as his buddy was pushed down there.
"Oh, ah, that's it Marian baby. Suck my prick! Suck it, go down to the base and finger the balls."
Meantime, Phillip was going down between her legs. As Phillip licked her vagina, he let his tongue taste her hairs, and moisture was there. Apparently, the fuck films had gotten her turned on too. Now, she was becoming more and more stimulated.
"Oh, baby, suck that cock, suck it, yes baby, suck it oh yes, suck it!"
It amazed her how much pleasure it could be when someone was down there between her legs, licking away. She loved the sensations and she determined she would give him a good cock suck, a better cock suck than she ever had before, because she was getting hers too "Oh, Marian, are you ever a good cock sucker, yes, baby, that's it, that's how I like it, oh yes, fuck it, that's it, faster, faster!" he cried.
Marian's mouth traveled up and down his rod, as she vigorously sucked. He loved the way her mouth would pull off and lick just the head of it. Then, she would suddenly plunge her mouth all the way down the meat to the balls. His cock quivered, and his body tingled. The excitement that was rushing through his body, was almost more than she could stand.
"Oh baby, keep it up! That's it, keep it up, Oh wow!"
Now, they were flipping out. It was a moment, such as they had never had before. The three of them were enjoying it. How she loved the feel of her vagina being licked by Phillip. Phillip's hot tongue suddenly thrust-inside of her like a cock. He shoved it back and forth, sucking vigorously. She loved the sensation of his tongue lashing her clitoris, and the way he nibbled, drove her out of her skull.
"Oh baby, eat it, eat it, yes, that's it, let me slide it down your throat," David panted as he pushed it to her.
They didn't need any liquor, they didn't need any movies, all they needed was their mouths fastened to each others genitals. It was an exciting, erotic moment for them all.
"Oohhh, yes, that's it, harder honey, faster, oh yes!" David panted, as he thrust it down her throat.
Meantime, Phillip was going out of his mind, eating her pussy. He loved the sight of it, he loved her inner thighs clasping him. He couldn't get intimate enough with her. Yet, this tongue, clit contact was the most intimate, the most revealing, and exciting sexual experience he had ever had.
"Oohhh, aahhh, yes, yes baby!" David cried as he guided his cock into her.
"I love it, I love it, yes, that's it, do it some more."
Now, their passion was building to the point where they all thought they might trigger at the same time. This was the ultimate orgasm. This was the ideal thing to do. And, it was coming closer, and closer.
"Suck it, baby, suck it!"
Faster and faster, the sucking action continued. It wouldn't be long now, until Phillip got her juice. He could taste her vagina walls starting to turn liquid. Suddenly, he decided he should focus all the action on the clit, and let his tongue flip quickly back and forth, back and forth, as fast as he knew how.
The emotion that flashed through them was almost more than they could take. It was, a thrilling tribute to their ability to throw out inhibitions of the past, and live it now. Youth, sweating, panting, licking, loving.
"Oh Marian Honey," he gasped, "suck it baby, suck it, yes baby, that's the way I like it, yes baby, yes!"
Their happy moments were suddenly nearing a climax. She couldn't stand it much longer, and she knew he couldn't either. Suddenly, she gushed in Phillip's mouth. Phillip licked, and lashed, trying to derive every last drop of enjoyment from her. How he loved it, and as he sucked her juices, his hands grasped her behind, and he pulled her tighter to him.
A second later, David shot his wad into her mouth. It was so delicious, she didn't want to swallow immediately. David misunderstood this, figuring perhaps she would try to spit it out. This, he resented. He wanted her to swallow it, to eat.
"Suck it down, baby, that's it, yes, eat it, you'll like it!"
When he saw her swallowing down his sperm, he was excited and delighted. This was what he wanted, and he was so glad he found a girl who could suck and lick like that.
"Oh baby, that was beautiful, I really dug that Marian," he said, making it a point to press his lips on her lips, so she would feel the appreciation, that his own satisfied loins felt at this second.
Embracing, kissing, they completed their act while down below, her other lover Phillip was finishing off her pussy.
When they pulled apart, Phillip suggested:
"We've still got more bourbon. Let's have another drink."
He went and got the bourbon, and soon they were drinking. It was really comical to see how fast they got loaded. Not being used to drinking, it didn't take much booze to make them feel loaded.
"Oh, this feels fantastic," she smiled. "Oh, yes, that's what I like, kiss me, kiss me."
David kissing her, and her other lover Phillip eating her pussy. This was really being loved. She wished she could always hang onto two men, and be loved by two. Yet, she knew this was a fantasy that could never come true.
Disengaging themselves from each other, they got to talking.
"What would your mother say?" she asked Phillip.
"I'd hate to think what she would say," he admitted.
David looked at him strangely, almost as if reading through what was troubling him. Yet, he made it a point to keep his mouth shut. Nobody could completely understand his problem, he thought, unless they had experienced it. Therefore, it was ridiculous to say much.
"It was really fun today, wasn't it?" she asked rather bluntly.
There was silence for a long time. Finally, David thought of something.
"You know, there's one shot in that movie, I didn't show you."
"What one was that?" Marian smiled. "The one, that I'm going to show you now." David got up, and walked over to the projector, and flipped out the light switch, turned on the projector.
The projector flashed a picture on the screen, in closeup. The shot showed a man's sliding tool, gliding up a woman's behind. As they looked at it, they all marveled.
"Look at the size of that prick!" Phillip smiled.
"I don't know how he ever gets all of that in her," Marian said.
"I'd sure like to try that myself," David smiled, patting Marian's behind.
"You're not talking about me by any chance are you?"
"Yes, I am," David nodded, calling her attention back to the film.
Now, the woman was bending over, and the man was drilling up her in hard, driving thrusts. As the camera closed in, it gave a glimpse of her buttocks wiggling around the thrusting tool. It seemed as if her ass-hole, was a machine, that would never stop moving.
"Oh, look at that!" Phillip cried, grasping his tool.
He began sucking on Marian's breast, and David got so excited he sucked on her other breast.
"You guys sure turn on with those fuck films, don't you?" she said grimly. "I don't!"
Now, the film was unreeling, showing the fucking continuing, as the man was shooting his load off high in the woman's ass-hole.
However, the point of passion now seemed to be each breast, as each boy sucked on a breast.
"Oh, turn that film off," Marian said, "you're just turning into sex maniacs. Turn it off, David."
David turned the film off, now realizing he couldn't keep it on for so long.
When the film had been turned off, he looked at her greedily.
"I sure get a lot of ideas when I look at you."
"Well, I liked it when you both were sucking on my breasts at the same time," she smiled. "You also could reach down a finger each."
"You mean we could each stick a finger up your pussy?" Phillip asked her.
"Do I have to draw you a diagram?"
"You sure don't," David smiled, "I caught on to that right away. O.K. let's start sucking."
Both boys bowed their heads over her breasts, and as they watched each other sucking on a tit, they observed the method with which they were sucking. Phillip observed, that David was using quite a bit of technique. He wasn't just biting, and pushing down hard. No, he was doing it with finesse. He licked, sucked, and then would gently nibble on the nipple.
"What about reaching down there?" Marian suggested, not wanting to have her vagina neglected.
Both boys, distracted themselves from the breast sucking, long enough to reach down and finger her slit. As their fingers glided inside of her, they both excited her.
Turning and tossing, Marian indicated to them just how exciting all this action was for her.
"Oh, my, this is beautiful," Marian panted, "Oh yes, I love it, it's delicious!" Back and forth she tossed her head, and it was so exciting they could hardly stand it. At last, she understood what passionate pleasure was theirs.
"Oh, yes, I love it! I love it!"
It was indeed a fantastic fling, and next Phillip wanted to get his rod off, the way he wanted. However, it might take a little persuasion to get her to give up her ass-hole. That was one kind of fucking, she had never considered. Yet, the boys were persistent in their efforts to get her on her back, or, on her hands and knees, so they could fuck her ass-hole good.
"Oh, suck my nipples, suck them just like that, Phillip, baby, watch David. David does it right."
David was doing it right, and he was bringing electrical thrills up and down her spine.
CHAPTER SEVEN
All at once, it passed through the mind of David that unless he quickly got his prick up Marian's ass-hole, he would shoot his load.
"Hey baby," he smiled at her, "Let's get rolling quick."
Now they were getting hotter and hotter, and ready for action.
"What position do I get in?" Marian asked, curiously. "I've never been fucked in the ass before."
"Oh yes you have," Phillip laughed, "we get fucked at the school all the time."
They all had a good laugh, and then David suggested:
"Baby, all you have to do is think of how a dog does it. They've got the perfect position."
"You mean on all fours?" she asked, "I don't know whether I like that position or not."
"Well," Phillip suggested, "I've got a groovy idea. You could stretch out, and throw your legs up in the air, and I could do a sixty-nine with you, so you could be sucking my cock while I'm sucking your pussy, and he could be fucking your ass-hole."
"Let me get this straight," Marian laughed, "you ought to draw a map for a screw like that."
"Why no, you don't need no map at all," he assured her, "it's simple as A.B.C. Look honey, all you have to do is lie on your back like so," he said, illustrating.
Lifting his legs up, he said, "you see baby, you see!"
"Are you inviting me?" David grinned.
"Hell no," he said, "this is for Marian."
"I'm honored indeed," Marian replied. "Everybody should be so lucky!"
"I don't think you've got a nice attitude," David replied, "we bring you here and show these fuck films and spend all this money on this motel, and buy the booze, and you object."
"Well," Marian said, "you are asking me to do something that I'm sure you wouldn't enjoy having done to yourself."
"That's different," he snapped.
"I don't know whether it is or not," she said, "I've just got a feeling I'm not going to like this."
"Oh yes you will," Phillip assured, "you saw them doing it in the movies. It looks like fun, doesn't it?"
"Yes, it looks like fun for the one who's fucking. But to be fucked up the ass-hole, that's another story."
"Don't knock until you've tried it."
"You could say that about anything," Marian said, "that's how a kid tried to get me on LSD at school."
"Well," Phillip asked, "did you ever trip out?"
"No," she said, "it could cut into my grass business."
"Grass business?" David demanded. "You peddling grass?"
"Sure, do you want some. I've got it over there in my purse."
"No, I'm not smoking that stuff. You ought to be ashamed of yourself."
"You're one to talk," she said, "raping an innocent adolescent girl in a motel!"
"Innocent, my ass," David said, "so I'm raping the little grass peddler. So, the grass peddler gets it up her ass."
"I don't think that's funny," she said, "and just for that I'm not going to let you fuck me there."
"You're grabbing for excuses," Phillip said. "Now baby, I illustrated how you should do it."
"I don't think you'll ever get it up there without some grease or something."
"Haven't you got something in your purse," Phillip asked her.
"Well, a little chap stick."
"That's perfect," David instantly said, and rushed for her purse. Then, he saw the weed. A couple of cigarettes, fell out.
"You weren't kidding, were you Marian?" David said, a nervous tremor in his voice.
"I'll smoke to that," she giggled, "Look, it's all in the mind. Some like needles, some like grass, others are hooked on sex. I think you trip out on sex."
"Maybe I do, but they haven't outlawed that yet."
"I hope they never do," Phillip said, "my aching balls would sure have a tough time getting along in this world."
Now, they were all eager to get riding.
"Well, I'll just use a little of this, on my cock. Then, I'll be ready to slide it up your ass-hole."
He applied a little bit of the greasy tube to his cock, but found it didn't work too well.
"Don't you have anything else?" he asked.
"Spit in your hand," Phillip told him. "That does it."
"Does it really?"
"Sure it does," he "said.
Now, he spit in his hand and found that the moisture did slicken his prick.
"O.K. Marian baby, throw those legs up and let me get up there."
Marian was not too eager to do what he asked her to, however, she didn't want to make a big fuss about it. So, throwing her legs up, she prepared to receive him.
"Oh, wow!" he smiled, "is that ever nice, oh yes, I love to feel that sliding between your cheeks."
Marian's body trembled, as she thought about taking all that meat in. It wasn't exactly the most happy moment in the world for her.
"Take it easy!"
As David slid his tool up her ass-hole, Phillip went to work getting on all fours himself. In a sixty-nine position, his rod dangled over her face, as he went down to her vagina. It was an exciting moment as his tongue lashed away at her pussy. Faster and faster, his tongue swept along the venus mound. Now, he dipped inside and it became better and better. Letting his tongue glide around inside of her, he became very hot indeed.
"Oh, that's it!" she gasped, as she felt his tongue sliding inside her vagina, reaching all around.
Now, she was sucking his huge cock into her mouth, and he was driving it down to the back of her throat. It was a fantastic moment for Phillip, because he had never before had so much action going on like this. He could thrill to the sight of David driving his tool up her ass-hole, as his tongue swept around at her vagina within close range. It also was exciting to David, who became harder and harder as he watched his buddy suck her slit, and saw her suck his rod. The triple-play action, was stimulating to all of them. It intoxicated their imagination with sex, and kept them driving back and forth in wild, hot thrusts.
"Oh baby, that's beautiful," David panted, as he thrust his tool up her ass-hole.
"Hang on, honey, here we go!"
"Oh yes, that's it baby, yes, I love it! That's it baby, fuck it, fuck it good!"
Now, he was driving his hot tool inside of her twisting ass-hole. Her anus muscles were grasping his tool as he thrust it in. There was a thing about this fuck, that he had never seen in any film. He had never seen one man sliding it at such close range up the ass-hole, while watching the other man's mouth so close to his cock, as the mouth of the vagina was being sucked.
"Oh baby, this is beautiful!" David cried.
Marian, in the meantime, was sucking on Phillip's joint, for all she was worth. She had completely thrown away all of her inhibitions, and was able to let her imagination run riot. She slid a finger up Phillip's ass-hole, and stabbed his ass-hole while her own was being stabbed. Now, she was getting it up the ass, in the cunt, and also sucking the dick in her mouth, and thrusting a finger up an ass-hole.
The coordinated teamwork was like an athletic spectacle, only of an extremely sensualerotic nature.
"Oh, I can't keep it back much longer," David announced, as he drilled her ass-hole. "Yes baby, yes, twist that ass baby, yes, I love it, oh, like that:"
David was drilling her ass-hole for all he was worth, enjoying every second of it.
"Fuck it baby, fuck it, oh yes baby, fuck!"
Meantime, Marian's mouth was traveling rapidly over the cock, letting her lower lip drag, and her tongue swinging over the head of it. Phillip was driven out of his mind by the exotic, erotic feelings that were flowing through his body as one finger slid up his ass-hole, and her hand squeezed his rod tightly.
"Oh baby, are you ever giving Phillip a cock suck and a half. You'll have to eat my dick like that too, and I want you to slide a finger up my ass-hole."
David was deriving half of his pleasure from watching Phillip get his. And, Phillip was getting a lot of his excitement from watching David's drilling prick, at such close range. He could see the slickened tool sliding in and out, and he marveled at the size of it.
Now, David's balls were on fire as he fucked her faster and faster. His hands reached out as he grabbed her buttocks, and he held her in place. The steady thrusting, of his cock, was bringing her there.
"Oh baby, what a fuck, that's it baby, keep it up, faster, faster, yes baby, yes, baby!"
The thrusting tool was bringing him there. He was enjoying it immensely, and how he enjoyed watching her lick his buddy's fuck stick.
"Heh, suck his cock good, give him every bit of it."
It was obvious to David, that he would have to get back together again with Marian. She was a wild little cunt, and he vowed he'd fuck her every which way.
"Fuck it baby, fuck it!" he gasped, as her writhing twisting body continued moving.
At the same second, she was getting so stimulated she could hold back no longer Yet, she had to continue sucking on the other boy's dick, and letting her finger slide up his ass-hole. Phillip was twisting his buttocks this way and that, wiggling about as the thrusting finger excited him.
"Oh baby, that's it, keep that ass in motion ! " David cried.
Suddenly David shot his wad, and her hips twisted as she shot her own. Now, Phillip's mouth sucked her juices in, and at the same instant he unloaded a big wad of cum into her mouth.
"Suck his juices, baby, suck that cock, yes, give it to him good!"
David was still drilling his tool into her ass-hole, as he watched carefully while his buddy's dick was sucked. It was a frantic moment for them all, and he loved it.
"Faster fucker, faster," he panted, "yes, that's it, that's the way to do it. Yes, fuck! Fuck it! That's how it's done baby, that's it!"
It was a frantic, fantastic moment for them. And, they couldn't stand the pleasure much longer. Passionately, they pried their bodies away from each other and Phillip looked at David.
"Didn't I tell you Marian was a good little fuck?"
"Is that all I am to you?" Marian demanded.
"Well, isn't that enough?" David said, "how many guys can say they've found a dame that really gives out, and gives it the way they like it?"
Marian was proud of herself, even though she knew her father would be furious. She wanted always to be a sex-pot, and give a lot of pleasure to a man. And, she knew she had succeeded. Yet, it bothered her that she had hang-ups, and one of them was fear. Fear that her father would discover her someday.
"Just keep there," she told Phillip. "I love to look at your dick dangling above my face."
"I'm glad you like my prick so well," Phillip smiled, "does that mean you'll always suck it for me when I ask you to?"
"Oh yes baby," she smiled, patting his buttocks playfully. And then she let her tongue lick the limp meat.
"Don't you start all over again," David said, "if anybody's going to get a sucking, I should."
"Well," she smiled, "you just shot your cock off in my ass-hole, what more can you expect?"
"You could always eat my ass out," David laughed. "Did you ever do that for anybody?"
"Well, I'll eat it, if you want me to."
"Want you to?" he smiled, "oh baby, I would just love that."
She didn't say anymore, and David straddled her face, while Phillip got off her. As David pushed his buttocks down on her face, he told her, "grasp that ass baby, that's it, yes, suck it, suck it baby, oh yes, suck that ass-hole!"
The hot tongue sliding up the ass-hole, excited him. He really loved the way she did things, and then Phillip made a suggestion too.
"Why don't you eat her ass out?" Phillip suggested. "Both of you have just shot your wad, but there's nothing to prevent you from getting a big charge out of some ass sucking."
"All right," David replied, as he bent over and brought his tongue even with her anus.
At first, even though she was sucking on his ass-hole, it was difficult for him to get started.
Yet, he finally brought his tongue even with her anus, and then he jabbed it up there. "Oh, yes, I love that, yes, do it!" Faster and faster, their tongues stabbed each others ass-holes. The emotion was stimulating and satisfying to them both. They enjoyed it immensely.
Finally, the action was too much. They were beginning to get hot and horny again. As he saw traces of moisture on her vagina hairs, he thought he might as well start licking there. He pulled his tongue out of her ass-hole, and began licking her twat. She loved the feel of his tongue sliding on her there, and as he did it there, she begged for more.
"Oh yes, that's what I like, keep it up baby, yes!" She begged him.
Now, his hot tongue lashed all around her slit, and he stabbed her vagina.
In an equivalent move, she grasped his tool, and it was stiff. It didn't take her long to lick its velvety head back to life. Then, when his throbbing male member was ready, she let him thrust it down her throat.
"Oh baby, that's beautiful," David panted, as he pulled his pecker.
"Oh, what a fucking sight!" he cried as he knelt on the bed and pulled his cock faster and faster, as she sucked his prick, and he sucked her cunt.
"This is better than the movies," Phillip cried, "Oh yes, David, suck her cunt! Suck it good! And, Marian, eat his prick! Suck that cock!"
Phillip was sweating now, and his hand pumped quicker.
The three of them were once again absorbed in animal sex. Yet, how they enjoyed it. Every sucking, fucking second was fantastic.
"Oh yes, suck that prick, suck it, that's it baby, suck it!" Phillip cried.
The action finally ended, when David unloaded his sperm in her mouth, and she sucked him in noisily. At the same instant, this triggered her cuming and he licked her cunt and sucked her juices in.
Now that they had accomplished this, they were really happy.
"Oh baby, that's it, yes now you're doing it, oh yes, that's giving it to him good!"
She slowly slid her mouth off David's rod, and she looked over at Phillip for approval.
Phillip looked at her, and told her, "yes baby, yes, you did a real good job, I really enjoyed you going to town."
It was a magic moment for them, and when David removed his mouth from her cunt, she smiled at him.
"Did you enjoy that?" he asked.
"Oh this was the greatest day of my life," she said, "I never had so much fun. Now I just want to fuck and suck everybody."
"Well, you may have a chance," a voice announced, "I'll take you up on that young lady."
They both looked at a dark-haired fat man who had entered.
"Who in the hell are you?" David demanded.
"I'm the manager of this motel," he replied, "and you guys are taking advantage of that young girl. Unless, you do something for me immediately, young lady, I'll turn you all in. You're minors, you know that, and you're all in trouble. That is, unless you satisfy me sexually."
"Oh no," Marian cried, "I won't do anything with you, fat pig."
"Don't call me a fat pig, you little whore bitch."
The man walked over to her menacingly, and told her, "unzip me!"
She looked at him tightly, and refused to budge.
"You heard me, and don't you young punks tell her to do anything different, if you know what's good for you. I'll knock both of your heads together and you'll wish you'd never been born."
She looked at the man angrily, and said:
"I won't do anything for you."
"Oh yes you will," he said, "you just reach over there and unzip those pants if you know what's good for you."
David looked at her, and so did Phillip. Phillip looked into the man's evil eyes, and he knew he meant business.
"Baby, I hate to tell you this," he told her frankly, "but you better do what the man says. He's a mean bastard, and I wouldn't put anything past him."
"You're not such a dumb-dumb, are you kid?" the man smiled. "Now come on cock sucker, and unzip my pants, do you read me?"
Without saying another word, Marian knew she was trapped. Her father would kill her if he ever caught her. And, it tortured her to think of doing anything with this horrible creature before her. Yet, there was no way out and the boys both knew it. They could be picked up on juvenile charges, and that would be it. And Marian, well knew she had grass in her purse. That didn't give her any out either. Undoubtedly, if there was a raid, they would check everything.
"Do you want a fast suck or a slow suck?" she asked testily.
"I want a good suck," he smiled, "if you can suck it off quickly, that's good. If it takes you a long time, that's bad. It means you just don't know how to blow guys."
"You're real nice," she said evenly.
"I don't care what you think about me," he said, "I care about getting my cock sucked. Is that understood?"
The girl looked up at him, and nodded. When she saw the look in his eyes, she realized she didn't much of any choice. Now, she slowly unzipped his pants. And, as she unzipped his pants and the huge banana cock flipped out, she looked at it. Its meaty, red head, excited her imagination.
"Oh, grab that prick, suck it!" he begged her.
Slowly she pulled the rod toward her mouth, and then she started sucking.
"Oh yes, baby, that's what I like, that's beautiful!" he cried. "Baby, keep that up, just like that, oh yes, suck that cock, suck it for me, yes, baby, yes, suck that prick!"
She sucked on it smoothly, and he thought she was flipping out. For some strange reason, once the huge hard tool was sliding down her throat, she didn't care who it was, it was head. That was good enough for her.
"Oh, baby, do it, that's it, fuck it good, faster, faster, oh yes, fuck it good!"
They fucked and fucked and she sucked on the tool, until she thought she'd make him go.
The "man reached in his pants, and pulled out his balls, and told her, "finger my nuts."
She reached out, and started fingering the balls. It was a wild, exciting moment for her. And, how she loved it. Her eyes were closed so she was oblivious to him and his evil eyes. The thing that surprised her now, was that she actually enjoyed sucking on the cock of a man she despised. What was happening to her mind? She shouldn't enjoy this bastard. She should hate him. But, she was hooked on head. And, when he thrust that dick down her throat, she was gone.
"Oh, suck that cock, suck it! That's it, baby, suck that prick!"
The two boys turned away, the sight was too sickening for them to watch. They felt less than men, as they watched this mean, menacing monster get his kicks. Yet, they were trapped and they all knew it. Therefore, he had his chance to get his fuck.
"Fuck it, baby, fuck it, oh yes, that's it! Do it, do it!"
Finally the hot load of juice jetted down her throat, and she sucked it in. The boys heard him cuming, and watched his hands as he grabbed her head. With his hands running through her hair, they became more and more disgusted.
Now, he pulled his cock out of her mouth, and some of his cum dropped on the floor.
"Thanks, baby, for a good cock suck. You're real good. I guess these two studs have trained you well."
"Get out of here!" David said angrily.
"Talk nice to me, kid," he snapped. "I don't like punks."
"I'm no punk, you bastard!"
The man walked menacingly toward him, and slapped him hard on the face.
"Take that, now don't you ever come back here."
When the man had gone, they all were so shocked and frightened, they didn't know what to do.
Finally, they got dressed, and all three of them thought they would walk into the motel manager, and tell what had happened. However, they thought better of it, realizing that they would be in ever more trouble if they made a fuss and he reported them to the authorities.
As they drove away, Phillip said, "there are a lot of lousy bastards in this world, aren't there?"
"Yes," David said, "sometimes I wish we could get rid of all the people in this world that don't belong here."
"What do you mean?" she asked.
"You know what I mean," he told Marian, "people who just don't belong, ought to be gotten rid of."
"Now, take it easy and cool," Phillip told him. "You may get mad at some people, but that doesn't mean you have a right to get mad at all people, does it?"
"No, it sure as hell doesn't, but sometimes I don't give a damn. I just get sick and tired of ratty, rotten people. They are the people who cause the accidents, they're the ones who get drunk on the freeway, and kill people. They're the ones who have hit and run accidents, they're the ones who drop bombs and have the wars. All those worthless bastards and creeps ought to be killed."
"You sound too morbid," Phillip told him. "Sometimes I've gotten mad at people who've wronged me. But that doesn't mean I think of killing them."
An idea was seething in his mind, and he knew it. Phillip thought of his own mother, and all the headaches and frustrations she was causing him. Her suicide attempt, which was a stagy phony act he was sure. It all made him sick as hell, and he wished he could get out of it someway. Yet, he didn't know how.
As they got near their neighborhood, David said:
"I'll drop you off here, both of you."
"Thanks a lot David," Phillip told him.
Marian thanked him too, and then the two of them got out and walked alone.
"Well," Phillip told Marian, "I guess I can't walk you much farther. Your dad might see me, and I don't care to have him give me hell."
"David was really a great guy. I enjoyed the afternoon, everything except that last creep."
"Baby, that was awful," Phillip said, "I'm sorry you had to go through that honey."
"It was terrible, it was really."
Now the frustrations were building, for they were parting. And, Phillip was thinking of something awful he wanted to do. He wanted his mother out of the way, in the worst way. But how could he do it, and make it look simple, simple suicide.
"What are you thinking of?" Marian asked, noticing the strange expression on his face.
"I don't know," he replied, "I really don't know. I'm just all uptight and creepy inside."
"I'm sorry to hear that," she replied, "I really am."
"Oh don't worry about it," he said, "I guess I'm always uptight. I guess I always will be uptight."
The two of them walked hand in hand, and finally she said to him:
"Baby, goodbye."
"Goodbye honey," he told her.
He walked away, and then looked back at her. What an afternoon they had had. He hated himself for what had happened in a way. He didn't think it was right to use her like that, yet, he loved it. The worst part of all, of course, was when the bastard, who owned the place, or said he did, burst in the room and demanded a cock suck. He would liked to have really made that man suffer. Yet, he didn't know how. Strangely, however, his worst hostility was reserved for his own mother. He held her responsible for everything, and, now, he began thinking of ways he could get even. He thought of it this way. She tried suicide once, there's a record of it. Her wrists, they have that all down at the emergency hospital. Now, if he would give her something to drink, something they couldn't trace, maybe, just maybe, he could get by with it.
The idea fascinated him, because he thought, at last he would be free. He thought about her money in the bank, and he thought about all of the things he could do, places he could go, things he could get, if mom were only out of the way. A flash of guilt went through him for a searing second. Yet, jt went through his consciousness so quickly, it had little or no impact. Now, he wondered, wondered a lot, should he?
Back and forth the idea teeter tottered in his mind. One moment he would say yes to the idea, and the next moment he would say a resounding no. However, the conflict was going to soon prompt him to action of one sort or another.
"Oh damn it," he panted, as he slammed his fist into his own hand. "What in hell is wrong with me? Why do I think such thoughts? It's evil to want to do something like that, and the greatest evil of all is to want to do it to your own mother if've screwed her, and now I want to kill her. What's wrong with me? I guess it's just the killer in me. I guess it's the twisted, narrow personality, of myself."
As he got near his home, he looked at his mother sitting in the window. She was sitting there watching television, and knitting something. He wondered what on earth she was up to knitting. She hadn't been knitting in years. As he walked in the door he smiled and said:
"Good evening mom."
"Evening son," she said, "everything go well in your nature hike?"
"Oh yes mom," he replied, "it was a good lesson for us."
"Where did you go?" she demanded.
"Oh, let's not talk about it."
Changing the subject quickly, he observed her knitting.
"What are you making there?"
"What do you think?" she smiled.
For a moment he thought of baby booties, and thought he would pass out.
"Honey," she smiled, "I'm knitting you a sweater. Won't that, be wonderful?"
They looked at each other, and love filled their hearts. Yet, there was something there that he couldn't quite pick up. Yet, he knew down deep she wanted more sex. And he was refusing to acknowledge it, because he knew that he could only fuck her one more time without the urge to kill her racing through his body.
"Son," she said, "Have you eaten your dinner?"
"No mom," he smiled, "I could eat some food."
"Good, darling," she said, "I have everything ready for you."
She did too, and she went into the kitchen and picked the food out of the oven and put it on the table. Now, she was ready.
"Oh baby," she sighed, "everything is just fine, and I'm sc happy you're home."
She reached across the table, and held his hands, preventing him from eating his food.
"Mom, stop it, will you?" he said, disgustedly, as he pulled his hands away so he could reach for his knife and fork and eat his meal.
She watched him eat his food, and with all the adoration any mother could have. The only difference, being of course, she was in love with her son, too much. She wanted to know him again, sexually, to experience every erotic exciting moment a man can experience with a woman, or a woman experience with a man. For, this was the only way she would allow herself to think of the relationship. If she had ever thought of the reality of it, she never could be doing it. So, she escaped reality by erasing every unpleasant thought that would surface in her mind, to prevent her from doing what she knew was not right.
"Are you enjoying your meal dear?"
"Oh yes, mom," he assured her, "tastes real good."
She continued watching him, as he ate, and this made him nervous. He wished he could get away, but there was no way out of his dilemma.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Now, Charlotte was going to make her pitch for her son. She wanted in the worst way to feel his lips on her lips, to feel his cock sliding up her vagina, and have him give her all the love that she felt that she needed from him.
"Baby, isn't it wonderful to have the week all over?" she asked him.
"You bet it is, mom," he assured her.
"Honey," she smiled, "would you like to go to bed with me?"
Phillip looked at his mother, and he felt only contempt and rage. Yet, he concealed it carefully. If he was going to go through with what he had in mind, he would have to play the act. One more time, he thought. One more time you'll use your son. But, mom, it'll be the last time, I'll see to that.
"Yes," he chuckled, "it would be fun to go
A to bed. I sure could use a good fuck."
She looked startled, because Phillip usually didn't talk that openly about their relationship. Yet, the way that he was talking now, she knew he must be very hot. This excited her immensely.
"Oh honey," she said, "I guess you're ready for it."
"Yes mom," he smiled, "I can't wait."
He was eager to get it over with, and give her a fucking she would not soon forget.
"Oh baby, Jet's get in there and have a good screw."
They went upstairs together, and she slowly took off her clothes.
"Honey," she smiled, "I've got an idea."
"What's the idea?"
She went to the closet and brought out a pair of white boots.
"Why are you getting those things out?"
"Because," she smiled, "I think it might be more exciting if I wore white boots when you were fucking me."
"Where did you get that idea?" he demanded, unable to grasp what she was doing it for.
"Don't you think that's a nice idea?"
"No mom," he said, "I think it's a nutty idea."
She was a bit hurt, with the way he was talking to her. Yet, she was undeterred. "I read in a book, that it's real sexy when a woman takes off everything, except her boots. Then, the man is supposed to fuck her with her boots on."
"That's sure a funny thing," he laughed, "I never heard of anything like that."
"There are lots of things you've never heard of," she said, "and I mean to teach you some of them tonight son."
Now his curiosity was aroused. He knew his mother was making desperate pitches to hold his attention. And he wondered exactly what she would pull. He didn't have long to find out, because she quickly went to town. She slowly took off everything, and then, with only her white boots on she moved toward him. She did look a bit tempting, and then he noticed something different.
"Do you notice something new about your mother?" she grinned.
"What's new mom?"
"Son, look down there."
His eyes focused on her vagina. The hair was gone.
"What did you do with your pussy hair?"
"What difference does it make?" she smiled, "it's all gone, that's what's important. Shaved it off myself this afternoon. I think a shaved box is a little more sexy, how about you?"
"I never thought about it."
"And, what's more son," she smiled, "I've got something real special prepared for you."
She hurried out of the room, and he watched her ass wiggle as she walked away. She went downstairs, and brought back two or three things in her hands. Coming back up stairs she had the whipped cream container in one hand, a honey container in another, and a jar of cherries.
Phillip looked at his mother curiously and asked:
"Mom, what in hell are you up to now."
"Oh son," she smiled, "just wait until you see me."
She got up on the bed, and quickly pushed the nozzle on the whipped cream container. Suddenly, each breast was white with whipped cream, and then dipping with her fingers into the cherry container, she put a red cherry in the center of each whipped cream breast.
"How do I look?" she smiled.
As Phillip looked at his mother lying on the bed with her white boots on and both breasts covered with white whipped cream, topped with red cherries, he thought she looked absurd.
"Do I look good enough to eat?" she giggled.
All at once, Phillip knew she was flipping out. This bothered him. Yet, he didn't know what to do about it.
"Mom," he smiled, "why don't you knock it off?"
"Son," she said, "watch your mother now."
She was paying very little attention to anything he had to say. She slid the nozzle of the honey container into her slit, and squeezed. Soon, the honey was filling her vagina. He looked at it, and caught on to what she wanted.
"You want me to eat, that's it!" he smiled. "All right mom," he said, "I'll lick the whipped cream off, eat those red cherries, and suck your sweet honey pussy."
"You see baby, we could have a lot of fun together if we use a little imagination and, you can eat your dessert at the same time you're getting your suck."
"You're very inventive mom, aren't you?" he smiled.
"Well," she giggled, "I know a lot about sex. I really do son."
"That, mom, is the understatement of the year."
First, Phillip began licking away at her breasts, the whipped cream tasted delicious to him and then he let his mouth go down over the red cherries. He nibbled on the red cherries and then let his mouth sweep down to her honey vagina. Suddenly, his tongue stabbed her vagina, and he was going to town.
"Oh, eat mama's pussy, oh yes, doesn't that honey taste good? Go in there baby, get it, fix yourself something inside of me."
His hot tongue lashed away inside of her, and he hoped he could bring her to her climax as he wanted to suck the honey and the juices, sticking together at the same time.
"Eat my pussy, baby, eat it, oh yes, eat mama's pussy," she cried, "yes honey, I love it! oh my beautiful boy, my sucking son, I love you, I love you, especially when you're eating my snatch."
He continued eating his mother's snatch and he enjoyed her. She was delighted, that he was so excited, going to town. His hands were working on her buttocks, and then he reached up to play with her tits. She was panting, and moaning and writhing about, so he had to hold her down.
"Oh mom," he panted, "you're too much!"
"You haven't finished sucking me down there son," she told him.
He went back to sucking on her vagina, and did an excellent job of it. It didn't take long for her to juice, and he lapped her juices up. His hot tongue lashing, licking, finishing her off.
She was delighted with the way that her son knew how to utilize his tongue to excite her there. However, she had so many things that she wanted to teach him about sex, she could hardly get it off her mind.
"Well, mom," he smiled, "how did you enjoy that?"
"Oh son," she told him frankly, "I loved it.
You were just beautiful. You knew just how to suck mama's pussy. You really did."
This moment had brought them tremendous pleasure, and excitement. It was something out of this world.
"Oh wow!" he panted, "I really loved that."
She was so flipped out now, that she'd gotten this far, she was getting many other ideas.
She went to the closet, and came out with something strange. He looked at it and thought he had seen it right the first time, but could hardly believe his eyes. There, he saw a huge plastic penis.
"What is that?" he demanded.
"That, love, is a prick, made of plastic."
"A plastic prick," he said nervously, "mom, are you flipping out? What are you doing around this house with plastic penises?"
"Son," she smiled, "you have no idea how much fun a woman and a man can have with a plastic cock."
"What do I want with a plastic prick?"
"Well," she smiled, "it would feel fantastic sliding up your ass-hole, if you'd ever let your mom do it to you."
"Oh mom, you think of everything. You really do. Do I have to do that too?"
"Oh yes son," she insisted, "I feel the need of it bad."
Now, he was getting ready for the action. He really didn't want to do what she wanted him to do. But, she insisted.
"Oh son," she smiled, "you can't imagine how much fun it is to get your ass fucked. You really can't love. I'll show you how we do it. First, you throw your legs up in the air, and let them go over my shoulders. Then, I grasp that cock and slide it into your ass-hole. And, I've got a big surprise once we get that one done."
"Don't tell me anymore now, mom," he told her quite frankly, "I really don't think I could take it. This is about all I can stand, the thought of that giant sized prick sliding up my ass-hole, is no simple thing."
"Oh dear, you're going to love it," she panted, "I know you will."
The idea now before her, was almost more than she could stand. She was so intrigued and excited, at the thought of getting to have her son, the way she wanted him, that she kept guiding him. Slapping his buttocks playfully, she said:
"The ass is a very exciting place. You never know until you get fucked up it."
"Well, I've been fucked up my ass ever since I was your son," he said.
"Why son," she said, "how could you say such a thing. I've tried to supply you with a good wholesome home, and a good environment. I really feel terrible that you would ever talk to me like that. But, dear, I forgive you. I don't think you know what you're saying."
"Mom," he told her, "you'd be surprised at what I know. I know plenty about what I'm saying. And don't think I don't."
"But, darling," she said nervously now, "I want you to listen to me baby. Please do dear, please listen to your mother."
"Mom," he said, "tell me what position to get in. If you want to fuck my ass-hole with that damned plastic pecker, do it, damn it, and get it over with."
"Oh don't act like that about it, son," she said with a smile, "this is love. It really is."
She strapped on the dildo, and then greased the plastic prick.
"Now, dear, just get on the bed on your back, and throw your legs over mother's shoulders."
She was saying it as simple as giving any other ordinary instruction. She had indeed flipped out. He only hoped that she wasn't telling other people about what she was doing. If she was, he was sure, the men in white coats would be around any moment now.
"That's it," she smiled, "that's my boy! Now, lover, throw those legs way up, and let me get in there with my dildo."
"O.K., " he said, "is this the right position?"
He was lying on the bed with both legs up, and his ass exposed.
She took a look at him, naked there, and said:
"Well, I just think this is fantastic. Now, wait until I slide that prick up your ass-hole, and you're going to get a sensation you've never had before."
"I hope it's a good sensation," he told her.
Throwing the legs up in the air, she became prepared for the fuck. Then, the tool slid up his ass-hole, and he loved it. His mother thrust the dildo in and out of his hot, tight, twisting butt.
"Oh mom," he panted, "fuck it, yes, mom, fuck me! Oh I love that!"
His mother thrust the tool in and out of her son's tight ass-hole and he pitched back to meet her dildo thrusts.
"Oh baby, now you're going to town," he told her, "I can feel that in my balls, and my cock is getting hard."
"Oh son," she cried, "I knew you'd love it. Now, baby bend over, so we can do it here better."
As he bent his body over, and she thrust her dildo up his ass-hole, he suddenly saw what mom had in mind. She was going to suck his meat while she fucked his ass-hole. It was a real gymnast contortion, and she wondered if he ever would make it. However, when he caught on what she was trying to do, he did manage to bend over enough, so he could slip the head of his cock into her mouth, and let her suck on it.
Faster and faster his mouth traveled as he sucked. It was an exciting moment for them, and he could hardly stand it.
"Oh, ah, yes, that's it, oohhh suck my prick mom, suck it, go after the juice baby, suck it, oh yes, suck my prick, that's it!"
As he watched in the mirror, he was amazed at what a fantastic sight it was. She was thrusting the dildo up his ass-hole, and sucking his cock at the same time. It was an exciting moment for them, and he was flipping out.
"Oh mom, suck me, suck me, yes, suck it off, that's what I like!"
Her hot mouth slid up and down his rod, as her dildo drove up his ass-hole. She was going to all of these lengths to give him an erotic trip, that no single girl could ever surpass. And, he was going to great lengths, to get away from her. Yet, when he saw what thrills her body could provide, he wondered if he should do anything to get rid of her or not.
"Oh, fuck it mom, fuck it, I love it when you slide that tool up my butt, fuck, suck!"
She was sucking, and she was fucking, and he was more and more intensely excited. The magical moments that they were experiencing now, weren't anything like she had ever had before.
"Yes, baby, suck it, oh yes!"
Suddenly, the hot cock exploded in her mouth, and she sucked his juices as she fucked his butt.
"Oohhh, wow, that's what I like! Keep doing it, mom, fuck it, oh yes, fuck it!" he begged her.
She continued her hot sliding thrusting and her smooth mouth sucking, and her son was going out of his gourd. He hated her, he loved her, he was getting fucked and sucked. His mind was a turmoil of chaos and indecision, because he didn't know what to do when he enjoyed her this much.
"Oh mom, that's beautiful, I never could get such a charge out of getting my ass fucked like this," he told her, and she was delighted, and went on sucking his prick, feeling that she had him held next to her forever.
"Suck that prick, suck it, oh yes, suck that prick!" he cried, "Oh yes, eat it, eat that dick!" he panted.
More and more, he enjoyed the action he was getting. However, he didn't know how much longer it could last. It was almost more than he could stand now, as the hot juice exploded and she ate him. Gladly, proudly, she sucked her son's cock. He was giving her everything that she wanted. And, he was delighted, that his balls were giving out all that juice. She went to work, licking it slowly, conscientiously, and then with teasing strokes. It was overflowing with desire, and he was ready to shoot again. Her tongue began to engulf all of his prick in torrid back and forth movements.
"Oh mom, what a suck," he panted.
Every once in awhile she would let her tongue drop from his fuck stick down to his balls which she would suck briefly. Then, she would return to his prick. Between the two sensations he was ready to explode. His ass began flipping back and forth on the dildo to meet her every movement as he drew closer to climax. He ran his fingers through her hair, just as he had before, and finally he shot a big load.
"Oh good mom," he panted, "you're really something, you've got a hot mouth, to end all hot mouths."
She slowed down a little, and then she pulled her mouth off it. Now, he relaxed, and lay back, and she slfd the dildo out of his ass-hole.
"Did you enjoy that son?" his mother asked him.
"You bet I did," he smiled at her. "Where do you learn how to do all of these things?"
"Well," she said, "I've made a study of sex. I think it's very important to enjoy the body every way we know how. And son, when I love you so much, it's easy to give you the fucks you need. I hope you don't hate me, just because I'm your mother, and I'm trying to teach you a few things about sex."
"Oh mom," he told her, "No. You know so much, and you do it so nicely, I don't blame you one bit. As a matter-of-fact, how would it be if I strapped the dildo on and gave you a double fuck?"
"A double fuck?" his mom asked, puzzled, "that's one I haven't heard of, son."
"Well, mom," he told her, "you're hearing now. You see, I've got just one cock. That's too bad, but I could make it two for you. All I have to do is strap on the dildo, and shove my cock up your cunt and use the dildo on your ass-hole too."
"Oh son," she panted, "you're a genius. You really are, darling, oh do it to me."
With her excitement surging, he took the dildo off her, and strapped it on himself. Then, he went to town. How she loved it, as he thrust his cock inside of her.
"Fuck me son, fuck me, oh yes, that's what I want! Fuck it, fuck it, oh yes, fuck it good!"
The fucking action was continuing now. And every scintillating second they were enjoying it.
Harder and harder, he rode her. The emotions that she was experiencing, were something she had never dreamed possible before. With the dildo driving up her ass-hole, and the cock sliding up her cunt, she was grasping it vigorously with her muscles.
"Oh baby, you're a real tiger turn on, yes you are, I'm so proud of you my dear. Oh, I'll respect you so, my son," she told him.
Then, he realized she was out of her mind. Respect, he thought, what has that got to do with what we're doing?
He thought he might as well meet her madness with his cock thrusts. Why not give her a fuck she'd never forget, and then finish her off?
"O.K., " he told her, "get set, here we go!"
With hard driving thrusts, he rode inside of her, and then, she knew he was trying his best to give her everything he had. She loved the feel of his balls jiggling on her, and quickly she kissed him.
"Oh son," she panted, "you have no idea of what this does for your mom. I've needed fucking for so long, yes, yes baby, higher, higher!"
Now, he was getting all the action that he needed. It was an exciting moment for them both, and they enjoyed it too.
"Oh baby, fuck, fuck it!"
Now, he was giving her his all. And, he finally shot his load.
"Oohh, aahhh, I'm cuming! I'm cuming!" he gasped, as he shot his wad.
She was flipping out, and then, he saw the crazy look in her eyes. He let her massage the juice out of his prick, but determined he would get rid of her. After he slid his tool out of her ass-hole, he asked her:
"Hey mom, how would you like a nice drink of something?"
"My bourbon, why don't you mix me some? I'd love a big glass of bourbon."
"You'll get it," he told her, with a smile.
She never thought a thing about what he had said, but he knew what he was planning.
He went downstairs and got the paint thinner, and mixed it in the bourbon. He put just a little, but enough, he figured. Then, he hurried up stairs and put it in her glass. She accepted it, and thought nothing of it, and as she gulped it down, she noticed she was beginning to feel extra hot.
"Oh son," she said, "I'm so hot all over, I'm tingling."
"Well, maybe I better open a window," he smiled.
"I don't understand it; I'm burning up."
All at. once he looked at her, and he realized she was going. She was slipping, fading, and he didn't want her to go. Rushing over to her, he said:
"Oh mom, don't die on me. Don't, please don't mom. I love you mom."
She looked at him now, goggle eyed, and he knew she would croak in seconds.
"Oh mom," he said, "forgive me. I didn't mean to. I didn't mean to."
"Didn't mean to what?" she slurred, in her fog.
"Oh mom, I loaded your drink with paint thinner," he admitted.
"You what?" she said, summoning her last ounce of strength.
"I wanted to get rid of you mom," he admitted, as he sobbed. "Oh mom, forgive me, I'm sorry. Don't die on me."
She looked at him, and then she said, "Oh baby, did you hate me that much? I knew you didn't want me sometimes, but I never thought you hated me."
He looked at her, and he couldn't stand it. His eyes were straining now, and he was weeping.
"Oh no," he cried, "oh no, mom, don't leave me. I don't want to go on without you. Oh mom, forgive me."
"I don't hold it against you son. I did a terrible thing by wanting sex with you. I love you dear, forgive me baby for ever trying to force you into it. I'm the one that's wrong, very wrong."
He looked at her, and tears streaked down his cheeks as he realized she was going and he couldn't stop her.
"Mom, I love you. I'll always love you."
Bending over, he kissed her gently. As his lips pressed on hers, he felt better. However, he knew she would never come back to him. She was turning blue and cold.
"Goodbye Phillip. Goodbye Phillip. Goodbye my love. I love you, always remember that. And, don't you hate yourself. You didn't do it because you were a bad boy. I was the one who made you do it, darling."
He kissed her now, and then she breathed her last. As her head lay back on the pillow, he sobbed. He didn't know what to do. He got up, paced the floor, and then he picked up the phone.
"Emergency hospital," he said, "my mom has tried suicide again. Yes, you know who I am, Phillip Jenkins. My mom, Charlotte Jenkins, she tried to kill herself a week ago by slashing her wrists. Tonight, she drank some paint thinner in her glass of bourbon. Now, I'm afraid she's gone. Can you send an ambulance?"
They told him they needed his address, and he gave it to them. Sending the ambulance, was the answer, and they took her body out. As he saw her going, he knew he .would never see her again. He knew she was dead. He went back into the house, and terror stalked him. It was as if her ghost was following him around the house. He could hear, he could see her, and he loved her. He looked around the bedroom, and saw the dildo. He had left it out so that when the ambulance attendants came up to the bedroom, they could see it. He decided he better hide it quickly. And guilt flashed through him, like a knife He wondered how on earth he could get out of this. He had done it, he had filled her glass, and he had killed her. He was a killer, and he knew it. Phillip Jenkins, killed his mother. Over, and over, this thought tortured him. Mother fucker, now seemed like an easy problem. But killing mom, was ever so much worse. Finally, the reality, and truth had merged in this dark moment. And, he understood what a fool he had been. Mom hadn't meant him any harm, she just lacked love, and expressed it the wrong way. All of his life he would be tortured with memories, shadowy memories of her. And, always he would be haunted by his own conscience, wondering if he should confess what he did to contribute to her untimely death. He hated himself, for what he had done, and he wished that he could die too. Yet, he knew that she wouldn't want him to kill himself. He knew, that she forgave him. That made it easier to bear in some ways, but worse in others. He knew she was a loving, gentle spirit. He knew that even an attempt to kill her couldn't destroy her genuine love for him. And, this shattering knowledge made him feel like a first-class heel. He knew he'd never find anyone who'd put up with him the way that she had. He paced the floor back and forth, and looked at the bed where they had laid together. Now, he was worried. The sudden shrill ring of the phone, called his attention. He went over and picked it up. It was his buddy, David.
"Hey, buddy boy, we sure had a good time with that nice chick, Marian," his friend began.
"David, not now. Call me another time."
"What's up?" David asked, knowing something was wrong.
"My mother just took her life," he said. "What?"
"Mom just killed herself," he said nervously, "she poisoned herself, I feel terrible, I wish I could die."
"Sorry I disturbed you," David replied, "I really am. So long, and don't feel too bad. Remember life goes on."
Life goes on, that was the only thought he had to think in that awful second. And, he did go on for him, but without mom, it was painful as hell.
CHAPTER NINE
Phillip knew he had to find somebody to love and this bothered him no end. He felt alone, and lost. And he decided he would fly to Miami, and try to forget the horrible sorrow he felt sweeping through him at this moment.
On the beach, he did see plenty of attractive young chicks, and while they did turn him on, he still wanted to find an older women, who was still beautiful-like his Mom had been.
He lucked out one day, when a sharp looking, shapely brunette lay beside him on the beach late one afternoon as the sun's ray slanted down on the beach.
The woman was wearing a white bikini, and wearing large silver rimmed sun-glasses.
He could see shreds of hair showing at the vagina area where her skimpy bikini failed to completely cover her. And he could see the outline of her nipples, as they pushed against the soft nylon material of her bikini bra.
"You are quite a sharp looking woman," he said quietly. But, the woman didn't respond. He thought she was being difficult, and he started to turn, but her hand reached out and groped him. She allowed a small smile, and said, "Hi, tiger!"
The instant her hand touched his swim trunks, and felt the outline of his swelling cock, he became turned-on.
"Hi, honey," she smiled. "Pleased to meet you!"
She took her hand back quickly, and glanced around to see if anyone was watching.
"My name is Phillip," he smiled, "What's your name?"
"I'm Susan," she grinned, "and I'm really enjoying it here in Miami!"
"Well, Susan, you've got a lot to offer so I suppose you are enjoying it!"
She took off her glasses, and he looked into her soft brown eyes.
"How about joining me for dinner tonight?" she smiled.
"Oh, I'd love that," he nodded, and suddenly it was as if Mom was back, re-incarnated in the luscious body of Susan. He couldn't keep his eyes off her, and she observed this.
"Why are you looking me all over like that?" she demanded. "It's like you are inspecting me-"
"I'm not inspecting you," he chuckled, "I'm admiring you. In other words-you turn me on!"
"Well, lover boy," she laughed, "I've got news for you. You turn me on!"
"What do you say we split this scene-and go some place where we can be alone?"
"Like my hotel suite?" she asked cagily.
"That sounds good," he nodded, "Let's go!"
Together, they got up from their place on the beach, and they went up to her room at the Marquis Beach Hotel. When he stepped into her suite, and looked out on the sea at sunset, he frankly gasped, "Oh, Wow! This is too much! It really is-I've never seen anything like it!"
"That's why I'm here," she said, "It is so soothing to look at a sunset."
"Why do you feel the need to be soothed?" he asked her rather bluntly.
"I just got my divorce," she told Phillip, as she gestured for him to sit down. "I got a good settlement, but my last husband put me through a lot of hell."
"How many times have you been married?" he asked.
"Five times," she said grimly, "And this must be my last! Fun, that's one thing. Marriage is quite another. I'm all for fun from now on!"
"Me too," Phillip said, licking his lips at the prospect of fun with Susan.
"You look uncomfortable in those tight fitting trunks," she said quietly, "Why don't you slip out of them?"
"Why don't you help me?" he winked.
"Alright," she agreed, "I'll help you take your clothes off and you can help me take mine off."
She walked over to him, and slowly eased his swim trunks down. When she came to his huge, stiff cock, problems developed.
"You've got a problem," she said, as she tugged at the shorts.
"Yeah," he chuckled, "it's about seven inches long and it needs a good sucking every now and then!"
"That's nice," she smiled, as she dropped to her knees, and pulled them down while she held the prick in one hand and tugged his swim trunks down with the other. He stepped out of them gladly, and then gripped his rod and held it out for her to inspect. She grasped it, and looked at it a moment. Then, she let her tongue slide over the head of the dick, and sucked when she finally opened her mouth, and let him slide smoothly in.
Phillip's hand went on Susan's head as he guided her over his hot cock.
"Oh, yes, Susan, baby-that's it-suck that prick, honey. And suck it good!"
With her eyes closed, Susan's mouth clung tightly to his prick. She sucked eagerly, and he began sliding it to the back of her throat.
"Oh, baby, that's beautiful," he panted as he thrust it down her throat, giving her a deep throat fuck. "Yes, honey, keep it up-faster-yes, fuck!"
Phillip loved the feeling of domination he could obtain having her in this kneeling position in front of him. His body began perspiring, and he rammed it down her throat.
"Suck it, baby, suck-suck that prick! That's it, suck! Suck that cock!"
Now, Phillip pulled his meat out of her mouth, so she could suck on the head of it in her mouth. She was a skillful cocksucker, and employed all kinds of techniques to excite him. He loved it when she would slowly ease off it for a split-second, letting her lower lip drag over the underside of the prick. And, then suddenly, she would pull the prick back, and go on sucking on the juicy head of it, as if she was eagerly awaiting some more action. He could hardly keep himself from juicing. He'd watch his jiggling balls bouncing in front of her chin, as he went on thrusting his prick into her face.
"Suck it, Susan," he panted, "That's it, honey-suck-suck my prick, baby-suck it-suck it!"
Suddenly, Susan slid her mouth off the head of his prick, and got to her feet.
"Baby," she smiled, "I've got a great idea about is. I'll show you in a second."
Phillip was disturbed that she had stopped eating his cock mid-way to orgasm. He wanted to have her finish it off for him in the worst way.
"Hurry up," he complained, as he watched her fumbling about in a dresser drawer as if she was searching for something. "I want you to suck my cock off," he complained.
"I will, honey-but just a minute," she smiled, as she finally found what she was looking for. She opened the eyes of Phillip wider now, as she dangled a dildo in front of his face.
"Susan, have you flipped out or something?" he demanded. "What on earth are you doing with that thing?"
"This, good looking," she grinned, "is a dildo. And it can work magic when used properly."
"But, baby, you don't need to use a dildo when my dick is here!"
"Wait until I explain, will you?" she insisted, paying little attention to Phillip's protests.
Finally, she had the dildo strapped on, and then she went over to put some surgical jelly she kept in a tube on it. When it was well greased, she smiled, "Now, get down on the bed honey, on your back and I'll give you some thrills you will enjoy!"
"You've got to be kidding," Phillip insisted, "I'm not taking that big thing up my ass-hole. I won't! I refuse!"
But, when Susan kept insisting, he finally relented.
"Alright," he agreed, "but don't try anything too far-out, will you?"
"I'll try not to," she smiled.
He got on the bed, on his back, and then she explained the precise position he wanted.
"Throw your legs up in the air," she insisted, "and then I'll drill your ass-hole with this dildo!"
"You better get some of that gook up my ass-hole," he insisted, "I'm not going to take all that up there without a little bit of help."
"Alright," she agreed. Then, she walked over to the dresser where she'd placed the tube of surgical jelly and picked it up and brought it over to the bed with him. She took the top off the container, pressed it, and got some of its sticky contents in her hand. Then, she slid a finger up his tight anus.
"Look, Susan-just thrusting a finger up there is uncomfortable-how in the world are you going to get that monster plastic prick up there?"
"It won't be easy," Susan acknowledged, "but we'll make it, lover, you bet we will!"
Now, she threw his legs over her shoulders and began easing the dildo up his tight, hot channel.
"Slow, baby-real slow," he insisted, as the whole idea of letting her drive a plastic pecker up his ass-hole, turned him completely off.
However, as she eased the plastic penis up Phillip's behind, to his enormous surprise he began enjoying the sensation.
"Say, now-that doesn't feel bad," he told her, "That doesn't feel bad at all."
Now, he was enjoying it, for she had succeeded in getting it past his tight anal ring, and was going to town in smooth, driving thrusts.
"Fuck me," he begged her, "Yes, baby, keep it up! I like that, oh, yes-fuck-fuck, fuck it off!"
"You like it, huh?" Susan grinned at him proudly, as she continued pushing it into him. "Now, angle your body just right, baby, so I can lick your prick!"
"Oh, I get it, you're going to suck me while you fuck me," Phillip exclaimed excitedly, "Sure, honey, I'll help you!"
Carefully, he angled himself so that his cock was coming closer, and closer to her mouth. It wasn't easy at all, for she wanted to keep the dildo going up his ass-hole at the same time. Finally, his pecker was within tongue's reach, and she let her tongue flip out over its velvety crown.
"That's beautiful," Phillip admitted, "The two sensations are really groovy-fuckin' and suckin' at the same time!"
She kept the action going, letting the cock glide in smoothly, and the sucking continued.
"That's it," he told her, "Now, we're doing it!" He had finally reached the point, where her mouth could completely cover the head of his prick, and she could give him a good suck, along with a smooth fuck.
"Suck it-suck my cock," he urged her on, "That's it, baby-suck-suck that cock! Keep it up. Eat it! Eat my prick! Oh, yes, baby, I like that!"
He was going to town now, and she loved it too. She couldn't wait to feel him shoot his wad in her mouth. Finally, he could hold back no longer and the meat erupted in her mouth.
"Suck it baby, suck it," he urged her on, "Oh, yes, that's it-suck-suck that prick! Suck it, suck it good!"
At a certain high point of sexual excitation, his cock exploded in Susan's mouth, and she ate his prick for him. Reaching out, his hands went around her, and he stroked her.
"Oh, yes, honey-go after the juice. Eat it, baby, eat it. Eat my dick!"
Greedily, she sucked him, and he was excited to have her go at it with such vigor.
When she finally finished devouring his dick, she pulled off his rod, and complimented him.
"Phillip, luv, you've got a great pecker there-you gave me a fantastic load!"
She slid the dildo out of his ass-hole, and got up and went to the bathroom and cleaned it off, and dried it.
In the meantime, Phillip just lay there in awe. He could hardly believe any chick could give him such a super good time, as she had succeeded in giving him moments before.
When she came back, she looked at him and asked, "Did you enjoy that action,, Phillip?"
"Yes, I did," he said, "Let me kiss you."
She sat on the edge of the bed, and Phillip wrapped his arms around her affectionately, and kissed her.
"Baby," he breathed softly, "I could live with a woman like you, and enjoy it-"
"Maybe we could shack up," she smiled, "but marriage is a dirty word in my book."
"I understand," Phillip said softly, as he lowered his head, and began licking her nipples.
"Phillip," she asked softly, as she stroked his head, while he sucked on her breasts, "could we possibly have ourselves a wild time ? "
"How wild?"
"Well, baby, I'd like to get my ass-fucked!"
Before she could complete her sentence, Phillip interjected, "That's fine with me, honey. I dig ass-fucking. It's a nice trip!"
And then, she explained, "If you'd w-ar the dildo, honey-just strap it on yourst f, you could give me a good cunt-fucking wi i your pecker, and an ass fuck with the dildo
Phillip's jaw hung slack. The idea o doing it like this had never occurred to him. and it frankly got him uptight.
"I'd feel like a fuckin' dyke strapping a dildo on," he told her, protesting, "I-I won't do it!"
"Oh, you can do it, honey," she purred quietly.
"Oh, alright, I'll strap the damned thing on," he agreed, "but I don't like doing this."
"You will once you realize that you can do more with two cocks instead of one."
Slowly, Phillip put the dildo on, straps and all. He looked in the mirror and burst out laughing.
"I feel like a fool with this damned thing on," he told her, "I really do!"
"You don't have to, honey," she smiled, "because the whole object of sex is pleasure, isn't it?"
As he got on the bed, and she greased the dildo for him with the lubricant, he nodded, "Yes!"
Then, tossing the tube of lubricant aside, she lay back, and slid a couple of pillows under her buttocks. And then, the action began. He eased his huge cock up her vagina, and reaching down, guided his dildo up her tight ass-hole.
"Maybe I should be doing this in reverse," he chuckled, "I'm really strung-up on ass-fucking. Ass-fucking is groovy because it is such a tight spot to fit the prick!"
"Well, baby, it's up to you," she smiled, "If you really think you'd prefer letting the dildo go up my cunt, and the pecker up my ass-hole, that's your choice!"
"Groovy," he gasped, as he pulled the head of his pecker out of her pussy, and laughed, "Got it well oiled in your cunt honey, so I won't need the grease on my prick. How about that?"
"I must remember that one," she smiled, "I can tell my lovers to begin in my cunt, and move on to my ass-hole after they've got it lubed."
They both had a good laugh over that one, and then he began the action he looked forward to.
His cock slid smoothly up her ass-hole, as the dildo rode into her pussy.
"Oh, baby," she smiled up at him, "That feels great! I really enjoy that! Keep fucking me, honey! Oh, yes, baby, do it, do it, just like that!"
She was proud of herself that she had given Phillip some advice, and as he rammed it up her ass-hole, he grunted and gasped, "Oh, baby, that's groovy, fuck it-ohhh, yes, faster, honey ! Twist your tail. Ohhhh, ahhhh, I like that, yes, baby, fuck! Fuck it! Fuck that ass-hole!"
He was perspiring now, and she could tell he was enjoying himself immensely.
"Ohhh, ahhh-yes, baby, yes, fuck-fuck, fuck it!"
Faster, now, and faster, he drove his dick up her tight anus, and he was enjoying it more each second.
"Fuck, baby, fuck," he begged her, and he kept riding it into her, until she was frantic.
"Sock it to me, honey," she urged him on, and then he exploded. "I'm cuming! I'm cuming, ohhh, baby, I'm shooting my wad!"
His cock was exploding inside of her, and she was grinding around, accepting him.
"Beautiful, ohhh, yes, I like that, I like that," he panted, as he persisted in pushing it into her until he had finished. Then, slowly, he eased his dick out of her ass-hole, and the dildo out of her cunt.
He couldn't help laughing as he thought about it.
"This dildo thing is quite a fantastic invention," he laughed, "isn't it, baby?"
"You know it," she smiled, "husband number three taught me how to use it."
"Don't you refer to your past husbands by name?"
"I should say not," she laughed, "it would resurrect a bad syndrome. So, I refer to them by number."
"That's funny," he laughed, "You are an unusual woman. So, you like to think of your husbands by numbers."
"Why yes," she said, without cracking a smile. "For example, husband number two left me three and a half million. And, I thought that was fantastic until husband number four left me four million. You see it pays to think of husbands by numbers. Now, confess, I'll bet you are some runaway millionaire's son, who came to Miami to find some beach action with a gorgeous young chick like me."
Suddenly, he realized Susan thought of herself as a young chick. He realized she lived in Illusion Land, and he hated to make her imagination take a tailspin by telling her the truth.
"Alright, so I am a runaway son of a millionaire ! "
"How did your father make his millions?" she demanded, in true gold digger style.
"Oh, I hate to talk about our family money," he smiled, "It is so boring. It is all I heard at home-money, money, money-and I got so tired of it, I ran away."
"You poor darling," she said, reaching over and fondling his testicles. "You poor, poor rich boy. I guess we both struck it right meeting each other."
"Yes," he gulped, "we did."
Then, she smiled at him, and told him, "I love to do everything. Did you ever have a woman serve herself complete with whipped cream titties, with cherries for nipples, and down there, fill it up with honey, and whipped cream topping?"
"Stop it," he chuckled, "you are making me hungry!"
"Well, honey, we'll do all kinds of things," she assured him, "I'll even poke the honey nozzle up your ass-hole, and give you a sweet ass. That should be all kinds of fun!"
"Yes," he nodded, "it should be alright!"
"You know," she smiled, "one of my husbands used to like to lash my behind with his belt until I bled-"
"Oh, no," Phillip shook his head, "I wouldn't dig that trip!"
"Honey," she smiled, "You'd be surprised what you can dig if you once get used to it!"
"I guess that's so," he nodded, "but the idea of beating anybody doesn't turn me on-"
"Why don't you try it with me?" she urged him on, "I think it would be a lot of fun-I I really do!"
"Oh, I don't like to," he told her again. But, she wouldn't listen. She got off the bed, went to her closet and brought back a black leather belt.
"Here it is, honey," she smiled, handing it to him. He picked it up and looked down at her, as she got on the bed on her stomach.
"Baby," he smiled, "I don't dig whipping your ass with this here belt-but if you want me to-"
Then, he raised his arm and brought the whip down with a resounding slap. She shrieked, "Ohhh, I love it-it's juicy-keep lashing me."
He continued lashing, and she howled in delight. Finally, he detected small traces of blood trickling down her buttocks.
"Now, honey-lick me-lick my ass, sweetheart!"
He got down there, and started licking her buttocks, and he found himself enjoying it. She did have a beautiful behind, and it was fun for his tongue to lash around and lick.
"Baby," she purred quietly, "Can-I tell you something, and not have you hating me?"
Between licks, he replied, "Of course, honey-go right ahead-"
"Now, honey, are you sure?"
"Of course, I'm sure," he said, lapping away on her.
She hesitated, and he went on kissing her behind.
"Well," he asked, "aren't you going to tell me what's on your mind?"
"You are fond of me, aren't you Phillip?" she asked edgily.
"Of course I am," he smiled, and went on kissing her.
"Well, then, I guess it wouldn't matter if I told you I really wasn't rich, would it?"
"No," Phillip assured her, "I don't like you for your money."
"Good," she smiled, turning over, and flashing her pussy in his face, "I'm happy to hear that, because I'm flat broke. I made up that story about five husbands to lure you here because I suspected you were really rich-and I needed someone to pay for this suite."
"Well," Phillip smiled, "now that I know, well, er-"
"Yes," she purred softly, "it doesn't make any difference does it Phillip, darling-now that we care so much for each other."
"I've got some bad news for you," Phillip laughed, "I'm broke too. I made up a story about having money because I didn't want to feel inferior-you understand, don't you?"
A look of rage surfaced on her face. She pulled herself off the bed, and paced the floor.
"Now, who pays for this suite?" she demanded, "this is my last day. The management won't let me stay unless I pay, and I combed the beach for somebody I thought was loaded."
"My balls were, honey, but not my bank book," he laughed.
"It isn't funny," she shrieked, "I'm in a lot of trouble, and all because of you-you liar!"
"How dare you call me a liar?" he shot back at her.
"I'll call you anything I damned please," she snapped.
Phillip got dressed, and turned to look at her.
"You can go to hell," he smiled. And then he walked out of her suite, and left her alone with her dilemma.
