Often as not, it is the mother's assignment to calm down her young, untamed son to prevent him from becoming much too involved with the "wrong kind" of people.
However, the mother our story concerns, is a sexually frustrated woman who has suffered enormous pain and suffering when her husband became a tragic alcoholic. When, he would no longer support her, and insisted on tormenting her, she told him to "get out", and he did. Now, alone, she supported her son. Soon, subconsciously, he was fulfilling a portion of the "role" a husband would. And this was where problems erupted when her son came of age.
She looked upon his dates with resentment, and anger. She cleverly utilized "fear" and "quality" as weapons to keep him away from girls his age. She told him of the shocking prevalence of venereal disease, and then told him how absurd a sexual connection with a "cheap, trashy" girl, as she described his girlfriend actually was. While much of what she said was undoubtedly true, it was all "slanted" and carefully used to strip him of his freedom. It was tragic indeed that he listened to hear ... for this pulled him into her sexual web, which she'd woven so carefully. A web from which it was well-nigh impossible for him to extricate himself. For, he was convinced that she was honest, and sincere with him. And the fact his mother still possessed a beautiful body proved his downfall. For, he soon fell madly in love with her, and didn't want any other woman. She had designed it this way, but once she had him right where she wanted him ... some of the thrill of con- quest was gone. Actually, sex with her son was but a perversity of her normal craving for a husband, or lover her age, and her son could never take this place.
Soon, the happiness she felt vanished, and only the compulsions, and off-beat sexual cravings remained, driving her on in a relentless search for satisfaction.
But it was an impossible situation, for her mind had become so warped after her long sexual frustration, that her son's sexual affair with her had achieved proportions of such vital importance to her well-being, it meant more than her own life ... she learned ... too late!
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CHAPTER ONE
Louise Mead dearly loved her son. But she couldn't help worry about him. Acid! Grass! Speed! All of these things troubled her no end. Yet, somehow, she managed to keep her feet on the ground.
She controlled herself when Brian was going out on a Friday night.
"Be a good boy, Brian," she said.
"Will you quit bugging me, Mom?" Brian demanded.
"Why what do you mean dear?" she asked softly.
"You know damned well what I mean," he told her. "Every time I go out on a date you're telling me to be good. Look, what's the sense of going out on a date if you've got to be good?"
"I don't like your attitude dear," she said, trying her best to control herself.
"Well just lay off me," he told her. "It's my life, let me live it."
She never said another word, as she watched her young handsome son stride out the living room, and out the door.
She was tortured and tormented by his insolence. She wanted the best possible for him, but it was very difficult the way that he was acting. Nevertheless she was determined that she was going to keep her cool and not get over anxious.
She went to bed that evening, and didn't sleep well. She watched a murder mystery show, about a rape victim. She was always waking up and imagining that there was a tall masked man standing over her bed.
When she finally did get to sleep,, she slept soundly until she heard loud sounds in another room. She tiptoed down the hall, and listened. She wondered if it had been a prowler, just like she had seen on the TV. However, that was not what she heard.
There was her son Brian, naked on the sofa, rutting into a young, cute looking girl.
"Fuck me," he told her. "Fuck, baby, fuck. Now you're doing it. That's what I want."
She was so shocked, startled and disgusted, that she couldn't respond.
"Oh baby," she gasped, "that's what I want. Give me your fuck."
The girl was bouncing her breasts about his chest, as her hands reached for Brian's firm ripe buttocks.
"Oh I like your hands on my ass," he told her crudely.
As she watched, she became more and more incensed at the sight she saw. Yet she was afraid of what he might do if she interrupted him.
She remembered his father all too well. If she ever countered anything he would be doing, he got uptight.
"Oh honey," Brian panted, "why don't you slip your finger up my asshole?"
Suddenly the young girl pumped her finger up his tight behind.
"Easy does it," he told her, "that's how I like it. Yes baby, now you're doing it."
Faster and faster the boy pumped his penis into her vagina. It was amazing to Louise Mead to see her son getting it like this. She imagined that he no doubt had some strong sexual urges, as her husband had. But she never dreamt that he would get turned on like this.
"Oh baby grab it with your pussy," he told her. "Grab it, honey. Now you're doing it."
She thought that he was a little bit drunk, from the way he slurred some of his words as he demanded the young girl to give him what his lusts craved. She wished she could go out and slap him across the buttocks with a belt. But she knew she dare not do this.
Standing there, she was livid with rage. Finally, she turned. As she did so, she heard him reach his climax.
"Oh baby," he grunted, "I'm cumming. Oh baby, twist your tail, that's the way to do it." Now you're doing it. Grind your hips honey."
The girl ground around and he loved the sensation.
"Oh fuck," he begged, "fuck baby, fuck."
She continued grinding her hips, and he was more and more stimulated.
"Now I'm shooting baby," he told her. "Grab my cock and twist it around in your pussy." She gripped his penis tightly in her vagina.
With all of the strength of her youth, she twisted the juice out of it.
"Oh wow!" Brian panted. "What a good fuck you are."
His mother Louise was in bed. She was terribly disturbed that her son would carry on like this. She knew that the liquor had dulled his senses and he wasn't aware of what he was doing.
She heard them leaving and she was gratified at the thought. But as she lay there, hot memories of her husband when he had made love to her kept zipping across her mind.
"Oh God," she exclaimed aloud, "how horrible that I should go through this again."
When her boy came home, she determined that painful as it was, she would go and speak to him.
Summoning all of the strength that she had in her body, she slipped out of the bed and went down the hall.
When she went near his bedroom, she could smell the liquor. She walked in and he was laying flat on his stomach, bare-ass naked.
"Brian," she said softly, as she sat on the edge of the bed, and massaged his back affectionately. "What did you do tonight?"
At first he was in such a deep sleep that he didn't respond.
"Quit bothering me," he snapped angrily.
"Brian baby," she insisted, "I'm not bothering you. I'm asking you what did you do?"
"I had myself a good fuck," he said. "What's it to you?"
She thought that the best way to deal with him was to be affectionate and not get outraged. She reasoned that if she had been more compassionate, more concerned, with her husband, maybe he wouldn't have been driven to drink.
As she rubbed on his back, she massaged his buttocks. She was doing it without a thought of sex. It was simply affection. As her hands groped his firm round behind, he became extremely excited. She parted his ass and she noticed it.
"You're getting me turned on, Mom," he complained.
Drowsily, he flipped over. When he did so, she caught sight of his mammoth male member.
"What do you want to do, have sex with me?" he said.
"How dare you talk to me like that, Brian," she gasped in anger.
"Well you got me hot, Mom," he said. "What are you, a cocktease?"
As she looked at his enormous penis, she realized he needed some gratification.
"Well you'll have to use your hand, honey," she told him.
"I don't want to use my hand," he said, "use yours, Mom."
Disgusting as the idea of doing this for him was, she felt compelled to grant him the relief he sought. After all, she reasoned, he was so stoned out of his gourd that he probably would not remember this at all.
Reaching over, she gripped his penis and slowly stroked it. It was as a nurse or something of that sort that she did it. It was purely to help him. Not to satisfy her own carnal lust, or so she thought.
As she pumped vigorously on his hot cock, he became hotter and hotter.
"Oh keep that up, Mom," he said. "You don't know how good that feels. Yes Mom, that's beautiful."
She pumped vigorously, and she became more and more stimulated herself.
"Oh wow!" he panted. "That's wild. Pump my penis, honey."
Her hand movements increased in pace now. Skillfully she did him. She remembered how her husband liked this.
"Why don't you lick the head of it?" Brian slurred, still loaded.
As if hypnotized by her son's words, she bent over. As her tongue lashed at the head of his cock, she became so excited she was trembling.
"Go ahead Mom," he demanded, "and do me."
Her mouth slipped over the head of his shaft, and she gave him a wild workout.
"Oh wow!" he panted. "That is beautiful. Keep it going, baby."
She worked vigorously now as her head bobbed up and down. Brian liked the whole idea. He reached out and gripped her head and held her in place.
"Oh, eat my cock," he told her. "Yeeh, Mom, that's what I like. Keep that action going."
As he pumped it to her, he slammed it farther down her throat.
"Oh wow!" he gasped excitedly, "Do I ever like that. Yes, that's how I like it."
The pleasure mounted every minute as he did his thing. She was so stimulated she felt her mound moistening.
"I'm going to give you a good load Mom," he said. "These balls are still loaded. I fucked Debbie, and I'm still hot."
She marveled at how much sexual passion her son could express. She had no idea that he was this excitable.
"Eat that cock," he said, "eat it, baby, that's what I want. Eat the cock."
Every moment she became more and more stimulated.
"Oh yes baby," he gasped eagerly. "That's how I like it. Now you're doing me. Keep it up honey."
She continued to give him what he wanted. She wasn't going to stop now for anything.
"Eat me," he demanded. "Eat me. That's the way to do it. Eat my cock."
Suddenly his penis erupted in her mouth. As the steady stream of white cum surged into her mouth, she gulped.
"Oh wow!" he gasped, just as he had when he climaxed with the girl a couple of hours earlier.
She felt like a young woman again now, as he gave of himself so freely. She realized she was doing the wrong thing. Somehow it didn't matter at this moment. The pleasure that she felt at this point eclipsed anything she had ever experienced before.
"Eat it," he demanded, "that's what I want you to do, Mom, eat it. Oh yes, eat that cock."
She gulped and he was happy.
"Yes baby," he told her, "that's the way I like it. Eat that penis."
The creamy white juice was like a delicious drink. She didn't stop for a moment, as she was enjoying it too much.
"Oh Mom," he said, "you wanted my ball juice. Come on, finish me."
She continued mouthing him until she had got him off. Then, she slid off smoothly.
He looked at her and smiled.
"That's a pretty good blow job," he said. "Did the old man teach you how to eat cock?"
Tears were in her eyes now as she realized what she had done.
"Forgive me, darling," she sighed. "I didn't mean to do it."
"What are you talking about?" he asked in disbelief. "You were so eager before, you could hardly stand it. You were getting me all excited licking my ass. You don't fool me none."
"I don't know how I ever did that," she insisted. "I didn't mean to."
"Aw, get off it," he said, "I don't believe that crap. You haven't had a good fucking in a long time. That's why you get so uptight when I have any fun. I hope I took care of you. Not every young guy takes care of his old lady."
Words like this coming from him bothered her. Yet she didn't know how to respond. What he was saying was tragically true and she knew it all too well. "I didn't mean any harm," she said.
"Of course not," he laughed, "you just wanted to eat me. Why do women dig eating cock?"
"Well I didn't mean to do this with my own son," she said. "I guess it doesn't matter if a person does things like this if it's in the right situation. But this was wrong, honey, wrong. And I know it."
There was nothing that could convince her that she had done the right thing. Her son felt sorry for her. He felt she was clinging to an old moral code, and he wished he could free her.
"Where do you get the idea that you did wrong, Mom?" he smiled as he sat up in bed.
"Why? I was brought up that way," she said. "I was brought up to know the difference between right and wrong."
"Now who told you this was wrong?" he asked eagerly.
"Well I heard it at Sunday School when I was a little girl," she insisted.
"Well what did they teach you in Sunday School?" he continued badgering her.
"We studied the Bible," she said, "and that was when we learned what sin was."
"Yeah," he laughed, "sin. You know in the Bible a specialty of the ancient people of God was killing all their enemies. Now, I ask you, is that moral or is it not? Do you think it hurts a person more to kill them or to fuck them?"
"Oh dear," she said, "You don't understand at all. Those people that God killed in Sodom and all those other evil places, had to be killed. They were evil, vicious people."
"Uh-huh," he laughed, "and you believe that scare crap?"
"Well of course I do," she said. "That's blasphemy dear, the way you're talking."
"Uh-huh," he laughed, "look, Mom, I'm not such a stupid idiot that I can't see through that crap. I think that a lot of it may have some truth. But there's a lot of bull tossed in with it too."
"I'm worried about you dear," she said nervously.
"Well I'm worried about you Mom," he said.
"You are speaking in a very insulting manner to your mother," she said in a quiet voice.
"Uh-huh," he laughed, "very insulting indeed. Look, Mom, I don't appreciate your attitude. You have the wrong idea. You think sex is a big sin. You think that killing isn't so bad. Well now that the have the atom bomb, Mom, our morals had better be a little higher than those in the Bible. For in the Bible everybody was killing everybody for one thing or another, and if we practice morals like that and start tossing atom bombs around you're going to find out what sin really is. Sin isn't fucking, sin is cheating. Sin is thinking you have the right to kill somebody because he disagrees with your viewpoint. So you see Mom, you haven't done anything that awful."
"Yes I have," she said. "I've sinned."
Brian was trying desperately to make his mother look at life with logic. But it was not easy, for long she had looked at life through religious tinted glasses. And seeing life this way she had the hodgepodge moral viewpoint.
"You're not trying to tell me we did something that was perfectly alright?" she asked him.
"Well," Brian hedged, "I wouldn't say that it was exactly right, but I might say it was human. You know everybody needs some sex and it isn't always the ideal way that a person can get it."
She looked at him and rubbed his forehead.
"Brian baby," she smiled, "You're eighteen. You're a man now."
He looked at his mother and she looked at him.
"I love you dear," she said softly.
"And I love you Mom," he said. "I really do."
All at once his. body was a-tingle again.
"We shouldn't have talked so much," he said. "You got me stimulated. I'd like to see you naked
Mom." "Oh I couldn't do that," she exclaimed. "I can't let you see my body."
Before she was finished with her sentence, he had ripped off her negligee.
"Brian," she complained, "you've torn my beautiful negligee."
"Well you wouldn't let me get a look at your body," he said. "I had to."
"Oh dear," she said nervously, "you should never do a thing like that."
"Don't worry about it," he said. "You've got plenty of nightgowns. But you need a man looking at you."
As her young handsome boy feasted his eyes on her bosoms she became excited. She remembered when he was a little boy and enjoyed licking at them. It didn't seem that all those years had passed.
"Oh honey," she said, "don't make me do anything with you."
Tears were in her eyes once more as her handsome young somewhat drunk son began licking her breasts.
"Oh that's wild," he told her, "simply wild."
He was enjoying this now immensely.
"Oh keep that up, baby," he told her, "that's beautiful. Massage my head while I lick your breasts."
He could hardly believe she had better formed bosoms than his girlfriend had. Yet he had to admit it. Debbie's breasts were miniature size compared to Mom's big ones.
"Don't bite me baby," she complained. "You're hurting me, Brian."
Brian paid no attention to what she was saying. His teeth nibbled as he bit down on her nipples.
"Oh honey," she said, "you're getting me excited. There's fire down below. Oh baby, my pussy is hot."
Strangely he was proud of himself. He reached down to feel of her through the filmy negligee. As he did so he felt his cock pop up harder.
"Oh sweetheart," he sighed, "have you ever got a gorgeous pussy."
Before she knew what was happening, he had torn off the remainder of her negligee.
"Get in the middle of the bed Mom," he said. "And throw your legs up in the air."
She knew she was doing the wrong thing, yet she wanted to do it.
She got into the middle of the bed and threw her legs in the air. Her son slipped the pillow under her asscheeks, and he examined her closely. Turning on the night stand lamp, he angled the shade so he could have a clear view of her.
"Oh honey," she panted, "you're turning Mom on. You shouldn't do it. It's a wicked tongue."
"Do I have to tape your mouth shut?" he said. "I want to get me some pussy action and you're making such a big fuss you're making it impossible."
Now he was coming at her with fierce and savage thrusts.
"Oh wow!" he panted. "Beautiful. Yes, that's the way to do it. Come on, baby."
He pumped it to her and she loved it. The hot tongue lapped at her moist vagina walls. Then, he let it dart about her velvety mound.
"Oh, keep that up baby," she begged. "Yes honey, now you're doing it. That's what I like. Oh lover, do me!"
The pleasure that built in her body reached such a passionate pitch that she leaned forward and gripped his head. She began guiding him in his lovemaking.
Fear disappeared from her as pleasure replaced fear.
"Oh eat me," she cried eagerly, "eat my pussy, baby. That's how you do it. Eat my pussy."
Pumping his tongue in there, with vigorous movements he licked hotly.
"Keep it up lover," she begged him. "Oh you're going to get Mom there. Keep it going."
He continued with his tongue lashing action and she was becoming more and more excited.
"That's how I want it," he begged, "yes Mom, do me."
The sensations that surged through her body now were melting in climax. The hot white spray jshot. His mouth licked it. His lips were covered with her sticky love juice.
"Oh Mom," he groaned with delight as he finished eating her.
Now shame was gone. Happiness and joy were there.
"Oh Mom," he looked at her, "you were super. Dad was a fool to leave you. He couldn't find another woman to give him better action."
"That's what I used to tell him dear," she said. "I knew he had a good thing at home. Like I used to say when you have butter in the refrigerator why do you go out shopping for oleo- margerine?"
"A good camparison Mam," he laughed.
He slapped her ass as he wasn't afraid of her at all.
"See Mom, my cock is hard again. How would you like to feel this in your pussy?"
"Oh it would plug my pussy better than your tongue honey," she admitted.
"Alright," he smiled. "You're going to get it." He was eager for it now and so was she. He straddled her and as she got a load of his enormous penis she knew she had something wonderful in store for her.
"Come on, baby," he told her, "that's the way I like it. Come on, baby, do it."
She gripped his back and let her hands wander down to his buttocks as he stabbed in there. Her vagina muscles gripped it and it was like old times. Strangely, as he pumped it to her, he re-minded her completely of her husband.
"Give me a good fuck," he begged her. "That's the way I like it. Fuck it Mom, fuck it."
She pushed her pelvis forward, as his cock stabbed into her. The thrills were building.
"Oh wow!" he gasped excitedly. "That's fantastic. I'like it."
The thrills were greater now, and she was completely turned on.
"Fuck me," she begged. "Fuck. Fuck."
As he continued thrusting into her, he knew that it wasn't going to be much longer. He couldn't take much more of this, and she couldn't either.
"Oh I love this," he cried excitedly. "Yes, I love this."
The sensations were greater. Every moment he was drawing closer and closer to a scorching terrific climax. Her hands added to his pleasure. He loved the feel of her hands on his behind. And when she parted his asscheeks and slid a finger up his asshole, he wiggled all over the place.
"Oh fuck me," he begged her, "fuck me. Keep that going, that's the way I like it. Keep it going."
She kept it going alright as she wiggled all-over, the bed for him.
"Your ass is on fire, Mom," he panted as he rammed it to her.
Her heart pounded quickly as she looked up at him. His eyes excited her. They were flashing with sexual frenzy. His jaw hung slack and he was going to town.
"Oh yes, baby, yes," he groaned. "That's beautiful. That's the way to do it honey, now you're fucking. Keep your tail twisting."
He gripped her bottom, just as she had gripped his. And as they began sweating, their bodies pushed together tighter.
"I can almost taste you," she said. "Oh baby, you'll never know how much I enjoyed eating your cock juice. It was fantastic."
"Glad you like it Mom," he smiled.
"I loved it, baby," she assured him.
He was ramming hard now and enjoying it immensely.
"Oh sweetheart," he smiled at her, "you sure know how to give me a good time. That's the way I like it. Keep it up honey, stab it in there."
Her hands were on his behind now. She was squeezing his asscheeks and kneading them.
"Oh you've got wonderful hands," he told her, "and you sure know how to use them. That little -Debbie that I fuck all the time never does anything. She lies there, like a dead fish. She could be eating a balogne sandwich, for all it means to her. I think she's a frigid little fucker."
"Why do you keep doing it to her?" Louise asked her son.
"Well I've got to get my rocks off some way," he told her, "and I guess that she's as good as any."
"Well that's not the right attitude at all, dear," she said. "You've got to look at it differently." "How can I?" he said disgustedly. "The chicks at school are all spoken for. Either they're pregnant, got VD or going steady. It isn't easy to find a good grind."
"You poor baby," she sighed, "it's so sad that you're having such difficulty finding what you need. I wish we lived in Nevada."
"Why do you wish that?" he asked.
"Because then baby," she said, "you could go to one of those little houses. They have girls there who do it and it's perfectly legal."
"I don't want to pay for pussy," he said, "I want to fuck it."
"Oh baby," she said. "You don't know how good it feels to have that great big throbbing cock of yours stabbing into me. Mom just loves it."
He pounded it into her faster now and his lips pressed on hers. She loved the fact that he combined action with passion.
"Oh honey," she panted, "what a good lover you are. I envy Debbie. Wasting it on a girl like that. Oh that's awful."
The more she talked, the more he realized she was taking him seriously. This flattered him but he couldn't think about it now. He was too eager to achieve his climax.
"Fuck," he said, "fuck baby. Now you're doing it. Fuck it, baby."
Suddenly his penis exploded. She gripped her vagina muscles tightly and squeezed hard.
"Oh you're milking it, Mom," he gasped excitedly, "that's beautiful. You sure know how to give me some good action."
She was proud and delighted that she could please her son so much.
"Oh baby," she told him, "this is fantastic."
It made her extremely happy that she could give him sex, wild sex, and sexy feeling.
As he pulled his penis out of her vagina, some of the juice dripped on her pubic hair.
"I'm sorry about that," he smiled.
"You don't have to be Brian," she said softly.
"Mom," he said, "I apologize."
"For what love?" she smiled.
"For fucking you," he said. "What did you think?"
"Well," she said, "I didn't know."
At this point he realized all too well what a problem he had.
"Now-if we could have this on a regular basis," she said, "maybe I wouldn't be so difficult. That's the reason I snap at you darling, isn't it, when I'm not sexually taken care of?"
"That could be true," he said.
"Most people do it about three times a week dear," she smiled at him.
"Do you expect me to fuck you three times a week?" he asked with a laugh.
"Well if you want to dear," she said, "it would be alright."
She realized once and for all her mistakes.
"Sweetheart," she smiled, "we should have been doing this a long time ago. I could have saved you from those bad girls."
As he looked at her he realized something was snapping in her mind. Before she couldn't say enough bad things about her sexual contact. The relationship was supposed to be evil, wrong and sinful. Suddenly it was beautiful.
"Do you feel alright Mom?" he asked curiously.
"Never felt better," she said. "I feel satisfied now."
"That's groovy," he told her.
There was something about his Mom that got him uptight. He was really disgusted now about her attitude.
"First you want to do it and then you don't," he complained.
"That's the way women are son," she smiled, "and you've got to get used to us. We represent half the population of this world or maybe a little more."
"You think I'll ever get used to the contradiction?" he asked.
"I think so honey," she assured him.
As he talked to her, he saw that she was relaxed. He had never seen her look so happy or radiant.
"You know you look beautiful Mom," he said.
"That's what fucking does for you dear," she said, "it gets rid of all those hang-ups, gets the blood running and makes everybody look gorgeous."
"Even Frankenstein?" he asked with a laugh.
"Well that was Frankenstein's problem," she laughed. "He didn't do enough fucking, so he was always on the prowl."
"Mom," he said, "you sure have a different way of looking at things, don't you?"
"You bet I do," she said.
He was learning more and more that his mother had a most unusual way of looking at things.
"Now who are you going to be going out with next Saturday night? I hope it isn't that Debbie girl," she said. "I know what you will be doing."
"I had planned to take her out and teach her how to give me blow jobs," he said, "I've stabbed it into her pussy and that was fun, but I still would like to make the little bitch go down on me."
"Oh horrors," she complained, "I think that is dreadful. You call her a little bitch, and you admit this. That you want her to go down on you. That sounded dreadful. How could you have any decency in a fuck like that?"
"Decency in fucking?" he smiled, "Was there supposed to be?"
"Of course honey," she said. "A fuck is when two beautiful souls meet in bed. Their sexual organs are mere instruments of the soul."
"Oh it's the first time I ever heard it put that way," he laughed.
"Now don't laugh at your dear old Mom," she said. "Remember Mom knows best about fucking and other things."
"You know," he chuckled, "I would get a big charge if you would put on a wig and false eyelashes and fuck one of my buddies. Wouldn't that be a riot?"
"You have a wraped sense of humor," she said grimly.
"Well I come by it naturally from you," he said. "I'm sure everybody in school would think it was hilarious that I'm balling my own Mom."
"Well don't run a survey to find out," she said seriously.
"Well I could do that, couldn't I?" he said. "I could put at the top of it 'Motherfuckers Incorporated is Running a Survey. We're trying to determine if you ever had the wish or the desire to screw your own Mom. If you did please check the box below.' Get that, box below?"
"I don't find your double entende humorous or funny at all," she said.
"Don't get uptight, Mom," he said. "This is not an old movie." "What do you mean?" she demanded. "Well those pictures they used to make back in the Dark Ages," he laughed, "were so sentimental. A lot of sick gooey slush. Everybody was riding off in the sunset to the perfect wedding. You know it doesn't happen that way."
"Well no dear," she said, "I never thought it did. But I like the illusion. And so do millions of other people."
"Well knock off the illusion," he told her, "life is a lot more than rainbows and lollipops. Frankly, life consists of a great big cock in a great big pussy. And as they pump together the world goes around," "You've forgotten something," she said. "What?" he asked.
"You forgot the nuts," she said. "It takes balls to do all that."
"Right on Mom," he chuckled, "you've got the right idea."
She looked at him and smiled. "I remember when you were a sweet little boy when I brought you from the hospital," she said. Then she looked at him rather strangely.
"What are you looking: at me like that for Mom?" Brian demanded.
"I was just thinking," she said, "do you think they could have mixed up the babies? If they did, then it wouldn't be wrong for me to love you."
"No such luck," he told her, "you know I look like Dad."
"Yes," she said, "that's true. But your father was such a philanderer, that maybe, you know what I mean."
"Isn't that stretching the possibilities?" he said with a laugh.
CHAPTER TWO
It was a very difficult period for Louise Mead in her life. She had suddenly discovered things she never knew existed.
When her son Brian suggested that she try smoking grass at first she was alarmed.
"But you drink a lot Mom," he chuckled.
"Drinking is different dear," she insisted.
"No it isn't," he told her.
"I don't know what I'm going to do about you," she said.
"What do you mean?" he asked.
"Well," she explained, "if I started smoking pot, I would probably wind up as bad off as some of these hot heads are."
"Mom," he said, "if you would begin smoking pot, it would improve your poetry."
"I don't believe it," she said.
"There's a pot party on the other side of town I'd like to take you to," he told her.
"Oh I couldn't go," she said.
"Sure you could," he begged.
"People would recognize me," she said fearfully.
"No they wouldn't," he told her. "You don't know anybody over there. If you want to, wear a wig. Then they would never figure out who you are. After all, you are very young and you look great."
The whole idea seized her imagination. She figured it might be fun to find out what goes on on the other side. Therefore as her son continued talking, she was tempted to listen.
"It sounds perfectly crazy," she said with a laugh, "but I think I'll take you up on it."
"Good for you Mom," he said. "You will be surprised at the lot of fun you're going to have."
The idea intrigued her no end. The following weekend Louise Mead was ready to join her son Brian at a pot party.
She had purchased a wig and with false eye lashes and eyeshadow she looked half her age.
"You're a gorgeous chick," Brian smiled.
"What name are you going to give me?" she said. "I think I deserve another name." . "Well take your pick," he laughed.
"Well I have always thought the name Jan was attractive. Are you going to call me Jan?"
"O.K. Mom," he laughed. "I'll call you Jan at the party."
When she got to the party, she was surprised. It was held in a big barn.
"Why are they holding this party here?" she demande'd.
"Because it affords more privacy," he explained.
"They need this much privacy?" she demanded.
"Yes," he insisted, "they do. And anyway it helps in the energy crunch."
"What do you mean?" she asked.
"Well," he laughed, "we don't have to use a lot of electricity. We just have a few lamps."
"Well it might be dangerous," she said. "Hardly anybody will be able to see anything."
"That is the general idea," he said, "because this is a very unusual get-together."
As they got in there, the cigarettes were passed around.
"Is this the weed?" she asked her son.
"Yes, Jan," he smiled.
"Thank you, Brian," she said as he lit the weed for her.
"I love it here," she said. "I think we're going to have a good time tonight."
"I'll smoke to that," he smiled.
Before long he was amazed and so was she at what they saw. A handsome black man was walking into the place. Behind him was a spectacular blonde. The most unusual thing about them was the fact that they were totally nude.
"What is going on here?" she whispered.
"Well they have real unusual entertainment, at some of these pot parties," he conceded.
"I should say so," she said nervously. "What are they going to do?"
Just as she was saying that, the beautiful blonde girl was spreading her body on a bale of hay. She spread her legs and the black man got down there.
"This is awful," she said, "I just can't believe it."
The black man's tongue began lashing away at the girl's mound.
"Why that's awful," she said. "They shouldn't be doing things like this."
"Why not?" he chuckled.
"It's indecent," she said.
"Who says it's indecent?" he demanded.
"Oh son," she exclaimed, "I'll have to cover my eyes."
"No Mom," he said.
"Remember it's Jan," she said.
With all of their talking they were bothering a couple who were watching intently.
"Pipe down," one girl said.
Louise looked nervously about her. As she saw everyone looking intently at the couple going to town in a pussy eating performance, she had to ask her son one more thing.
Whispering to him, she said, "What's the object of this?"
"I can't talk anymore Jan," he said, "but they look upon sex as art. And what this couple is doing is beautiful. It's like statues in action. The human body is what they copy the statues from and the sexual act is considered by these kids the most beautiful thing in the world. So watching this guy slip his tongue in her gorgeous box is considered gorgeous."
"Oh," she sighed, "I see it at last."
As everyone in the place feasted their eyes on the couple who were going into the sexual performance, it was obvious to her that looked at in this light it was indeed beautiful.
The black man was grasping her blonde buttocks. His black hands on her white asscheeks was an interesting contrast. And when his pink tongue licked her quivering pink pussy, the audience was turned on, and high even without the pot smoking.
"Look at that tiger go," a boy exclaimed.
Immediately Louise wished she could see closer. As she watched the girl's body arch to his angle, she realized that might indeed be a very good position for them to get in some time.
"Oh wow!" he panted. "This is beautiful."
Louise was amazed at the power of his jabbing tongue. He thrust in quick stabbing movements and it was puzzling to her how the blonde girl could stand all of this action without juicing.
The blonde girl reached down and gripped the black man's head. She held him in place as she suddenly splashed.
"Eat me," the girl begged, "Eat my beautiful pussy. Yes honey, eat me. Oh, ah, yes baby, that's beautiful, baby."
When he had finished eating her mound, he withdrew his tongue. Then he got to his feet and the audience applauded for they could see his enormous penis. It looked to Louise as if it measured ten inches. It wasn't just the length that shocked her. It was how big it was.
"Wow!" she sighed as she looked at it.
Then she saw the enormous balls which were swinging. The audience was applauding him as now it was his turn to rut into her. She didn't change her position. She was still lying there, her legs spread on the bale of hay.
The black man bent over now and suddenly stabbed his enormous bulky penis into the blonde girl. It was a symphony of sex, as he stabbed his throbbing male member into her at a tremendous pace.
Her hands roamed up and down his rutting back. She gripped his firm round buttocks. And as he pumped it to her, she slowly eased her finger up his tight asshole.
"Fuck me" the girl begged, "fuck me."
She was turning this way and that on the bale of hay. Her great breasts attracted him. He started gripping them while he continued rutting into her.
"Fuck it," he urged her, "fuck baby, fuck."
His hands went down to grab her asscheeks while she continued clinging to his back buttocks.
The sensations that surged through the people watching made it all the more exciting.
"Fuck," he begged, "fuck baby, fuck. That's what I want. Twist your ass."
It was obvious to Louise how good his performance was. He was such a handsome black stud that pumping his huge male member into the blonde beauty was triggering excitement in all of them.
She felt the sudden surge of sexual excitement in her own body.
"Oh wow!" she gasped excitedly. "What a fucker."
The pleasure was building now to such a pas-sonate pitch she could hardly stand it.
"Oh, ah, yes baby, yes, that's what I like. Oh baby, fuck!"
The tremendous pleasure that they were deriving now was almost more than she could stand.
"Oh, ah, yes, yes!" he gasped as he gasped as he rutted into her with fierce force.
The tremendous pumping penis was a sight to behold.
"Ah, oh, yes baby, yes baby, that's the way I like it. Fuck, fuck baby, fuck."
Moment to moment he was becoming more stimulated.
"Oh I like it," she said. "Yes baby, that's what Hike. Fuck."
Every moment that he pumped his penis into her was a pleasurable one. And then when his pumping became faster and his body began sweating they all knew it wasn't going to be much longer until his penis exploded within her.
"I'm almost there, baby," he panted as he went on stabbing.
Suddenly the rock hard cock exploded within her. She twisted her hips around, and she was so excited she couldn't stand it.
"Oh, ah, yes baby, yes baby, I'm juicing."
His hot creamy white cum spurted into her. She twisted her hips around milking some more.
The pleasure that he was deriving now was fantastic.
"Oh baby," he told her, "you're a good fuck."
He withdrew his huge black penis and some of his "white sperm dropped on her pubic hair. At this point Louise turned to her son.
"Oh"honey," she said, "get me out of here. I want you to fuck me baby. Anywhere. Let's do it in the back seat of the car."
"Sure," he smiled as he got to his feet.
Together they walked out of the barn. He got into the car and drove. He was holding hands with her now and she felt terribly close to him.
"Oh honey," she said, "I know why they did that tonight. The idea is to get you so excited that you can't stand it. I understand perfectly."
He held her and looked at her lovingly.
"I'm going to show you exactly what I do with girls that I fuck," he said.
"Oh baby," she said, "you don't know how you excite me."
Reaching over he unzipped his fly. He reached, in and took out his giant sized cock.
"How about going down on me while I'm driving?" he suggested.
"Well can you keep your mind on your driving?" she asked him.
"Sure I can," he said. "Get down there between my legs."
She got down there between his legs, and pulled his huge shaft to her lips. She licked the head of the cock and then slid her mouth over it.
"Oh honey," she gasped excitedly, "this is so beautiful."
He pumped it to her and she became more and more excited every second.
"Oh wow!" he panted. "That's fantastic. Keep it up."
The pleasure was building now as they continued this action.
"Suck it," he told her. "Oh Mom, give my balls a workout too."
She reached inside of his pants and pulled out his balls. As her fingertips clutched his balls her mouth moved up and down his cockshaft.
"Slow down honey," he told her, "I'll shoot in a minute. I want to enjoy myself."
They were enjoying each other immensely now as the action continued.
"Baby," he gasped excitedly, "this is fantastic. Oh yes, let's enjoy it."
She kept her mouth on him and he was enjoying it more and more.
"Eat it," he told her, "eat me. Eat my cock. That's what I want. Eat the cock."
The pleasure was building every moment now and he knew it wouldn't be much longer.
"Oh yes," he panted. ".Get the cock."
He was shoving it now so the head of it touched the back of her throat. She loved it when her mouth was engulfed with his large sized penis. She could hardly wait for his juice to explode in her mouth. She loved the taste of it and was eager to swallow it.
"Oh keep playing with those balls," he enthusiastically told her. "You don't know how good that feels when you do that. Ah, oh, yes Mom, feel of them, feel of them. Oh, oh."
She was amazed how much pressure he could take. She tugged at his testicles and she could feel his penis growing larger.
"Oh eat me," he cried excitedly, "eat my cock. Yes Mom, eat my cock."
Suddenly his cock exploded in her mouth. Her lips closed on it tightly and she didn't want to lose any of his precious seed.
"Oh eat it," he gasped excitedly, "eat it Mom. Oh yes!"
She swallowed it and then came up for air. As she sat beside him he told her, "Move over Mom."
She moved over and his arm went around her.
As she rested her head on his shoulder, she quietly talked to him.
"What are we going to do about us?" she asked. .
"It's beautiful," he told her. "Don't feel bad. You know Mom we dig each other. That's all we need to know, baby."
"Yes," he told her, "you know very well, that we can't go on like this."
"I know it," she said sadly.
"But we do dig each other, don't we?" he told her.
"The most," she admitted. "I have never loved sex with anyone half as much as I have with you, son."
The pleasure that they had experienced built to new pitches, as he turned into a drivein.
"Where are we now?" she asked.
"We're going in here to see the show," he told her.
"But I don't know whether I want to see the picture they're playing."
"You're not going to be bothered by the movie," he assured her.
"I'm not?" she asked.
"No," he told her. "We are going in here for another purpose. We are going in here, because I am going to eat your pussy in the back seat."
"Oh that should be nice," she said. "I've never had anybody eat my pussy in the back seat."
"So that's why we're going in here," he said as he handed the money to the girl at the counter.
Once they were in the theater, neither of them paid any attention to the movie. Instead, they got in the back seat.
"Oh sweetheart," she smiled as she saw him pulling her panties down. "You're such a lover boy."
With the very dim light allowed by the drive-in theater, he looked at his mother's mound.
"I'd like to shave your box some time," he told her.
"Why baby," she said, "you can't make Mom over completely. It's only been a week and you've given me another name. This is just too much."
"O.K. honey," he said, "you're going to get your pussy eaten out."
He began licking up and down the length of her mound. As he did so, he gripped her buttocks. Pressing his face tighter to her vagina, he soon created a suction cup.
"Oh," she groaned in delight, "that's fantastic. Yes, baby. That's what I like. Keep that going."
The pleasure that he was experiencing now was remarkable.
She loved the feeling of his tongue inside of her. And he enjoyed licking her velvety vagina walls just as much as she enjoyed getting it.
"Oh," he gasped, "this is beautiful."
"Quit talking," she complained, "and keep your tongue sliding in my pussy."
He smiled as he reached up to grip her breasts and went on licking.
"Go, go, go," she gasped. "Oh yes. That's what I like. Now you're really mouthing me. Oh honey, I've found such pleasure since we are doing this together."
As he continued eating her there, she became more and more stimulated. The passionate pitch that his tongue was creating wouldn't last much longer, and she knew it.
She reached down to fondly grip her son's head.
"Ah," she groaned in delight, "eat the pussy. Eat that pussy."
Suddenly the juice splattered. Quickly he licked it. When he had licked it clean, he returned his tongue. But by this time she was so eager for action, she wanted more.
"Oh son," she exclaimed, "unzip your fly and pull out your cock again. I want you to stab it into me."
"I'll pull down my pants," he said. "I want to have your finger up my ass while we're fucking."
He unfastened his belt and pulled down his pants. Then he pulled down his shorts. Now he aimed his penis for his mother's mound. He stabbed it in there in a hard driving forceful thrust.
Instantly her vagina muscles gripped his thrusting penis.
"Come on and fuck me," she said. "That's it. Show your Mamma where it's at."
"I've got good balls, Mom," he smiled, as he pumped his penis into her, and she found his sweaty balls bouncing on her.
"You sure have honey," she said. "And you've got a nice ass too."
Her hands were on his smooth behind now, as he flexed his muscles to fuck her hard.
"Oh give it to me, honey," he told her, "give it to me."
It wasn't going to take much longer now of this action. Together they were achieving a fantastic moment of pleasure.
"Oh that's what I like," he said. "Massage my prostate down there. Yes."
"How do you know so much about the prostate gland?" she smiled at him.
"Oh I had a girl who used to massage my ass a lot," he told her. "She'd get me all worked up."
"Did she ever slide a finger up there?" his mother smiled as she slid her own finger up her son's ass.
"No," he said, "she never did. You're better than she was."
As he felt her finger sliding in there, his anus muscles gripped her finger.
"Twist your ass," she told him. "That's it. Oh yesv I like that when you fuck me like that."
He stabbed into her and she went on pumping her finger into his behind. They were moving closer arid closer to climax now.
"Oh yes," he told her, "that's beautiful. That's what I like. Oh baby, that's the way to fuck." Pulling her finger out of his asshole, she gripped those asscheeks and held on. Now he was rutting into her at a fierce pitch.
"Give it to me," she panted. "Give it to me.
Give me that cock. Oh yes baby, I want to feel that stuff shooting in me. Oh, come on and give me the cream."
As he bounded into her with rapid fire thrusts he knew he couldn't last much longer. He loved the enthusiasm that his Mom displayed. He couldn't remember one girl he had ever fucked who put as much fire into her pussy as his mother did.
"You're a tremendous fucker," he told her.
"It's a compliment son," she smiled.
"You bet it is," he told her.
She was becoming more and more excited every minute and she knew it wasn't going to be much longer.
"Oh yes," he gasped. "Come on baby."
Faster and faster he pumped his penis into her mound. She gripped it tightly and twisted her tail around.
"Hang in there," he told her, "it won't be much longer now."
She was massaging his warm rdund behind, and as her hands gripped his asscheeks, he became more and more stimulated.
"Oh I like it when you grab me," he told her. "Keep that up."
She continued giving his ass a workout and he drove quicker.
Now the penis was exploding within her. She clutched his ass tighter, squeezing the cheeks. "Oh fuck me," she cried passionately, "fuck me, baby. Fuck me!"
The juice flooded her pussy. She loved the feeling of it and then she came too.
"Oh son," she gasped excitedly, "I'm cuming. We both made it, right on target."
As the pussy juices dripped from her vagina, her young son continued pumping. He loved the fact that her mound was well lubricated now.
"Oh Mom," he gasped excitedly, "what a fuck!"
There was no doubt whatsoever that she had been given a tremendous screwing.
He pulled his penis out of her, some of the juice dripping on her body.
"I'm sorry Mom," he told her. "I am dripping."
"Don't apologize," she said. "I'm lucky to get a good juicy cock in me."
"You're beautiful Mom," he smiled, as he put his cock back in his shorts.
He pulled up his pants, zipped up and fastened his belt.
"You?re beautiful baby," she smiled. "I'm so glad that you're mine."
As she glanced up at the film, she shrieked.
"Oh my God, what are they doing!" she gasped.
"That's one of those horror movies," he told her. "They're having a multiple hanging."
"A multiple hanging?" she gasped. "How horrible to show that to young people."
"Well just wait till you see the rest of it," he laughed. "I've seen this movie once before. It's a fantastic film Mom, it's on a rerun."
"Oh horrors," she gasped.
"Yeah," he said, "isn't it a riot. They won't wait for them to die by hanging, they're going to blow their brains out too."
"Oh no, look at them shooting them," she said.
"Don't" worry about it Mom," he said. "They aren't really shooting them you know. That's just sound effects."
"To think of all that catsup," she said. "What with the food crisis and everything, it's a shame to see all that catsup go to waste."
"You were always thrifty minded, weren't you Mom?" he chuckled.
As she went on looking at the film, she couldn't help complaining.
"Now they're going into the Follies Girls," she said, "and those girls are naked."
"Yes Mom," he laughed. "And they're going to be fucking."
"This is digusting," she exclaimed. "I've never seen anything like this."
Before her eyes she was witnessing something the likes of which she had never seen before. Suddenly, the Follies beauties were all being attacked by the cowboys. Only the cowboys were not using their guns. Instead, they were using some other equipment, their own body, that was also loaded.
"Look at those tigers go," he said as he watched the men thrusting their penises into the women.
"This is certainly an adult film," she said.
As they looked at this they marveled at the action. It was an incredible performance.
"Fuck," he said, "fuck them gals."
She insisted that they leave immediately.
"I've had all this I can take," she said disgustedly.
Finally, they left. When she got home she warned him, "I think it is terrible, dear, that you would ever take me to such a movie."
"You have a lot of morals, don't you Mom ?" he chuckled.
"Well I certainly have," she said. "And what
I saw today was about the most disgusting spectacle I've ever seen in my life."
There was no doubt about it, she had been jarred by what she had seen.
"Now Mom," he smiled, "I'm going to ask you something. Do you think for one minute that what you are doing with me would be considered right?"
"That has nothing to do with it," she insisted.
"That has a lot to do with it," he said.
"Sweetheart," she smiled at him, "you have so many strange ideas, and I wonder where you get them. It isn't right when we go to movies like that."
"Well a lot of people would say that it isn't right for a mother to have sex with her son."
"There are a lot of narrow minded people," she countered quickly.
Brian looked at his mother in amazement. He could hardly grasp the idea that she could be so narrow minded. When she had a viewpoint about her own activities, her mind could be broad. However, it narrowed when it came to what others were doing.
"Come on," he laughed, "let me tell you something. You are considered rotten, evil and sickening by a lot of people. And you are judging someone else."
"You are not showing me any respect," she complained.
"What do you mean?" he demanded.
"Well I'm your senior dear," she smiled, "therefore I should know a little more about right and wrong than you do."
"Yes you should," he smiled.
"Now dear," she said, "do you object to us having sex?"
"Of course not," he assured her. "What I object to is you judging others so harshly."
"Love makes all the difference in the world," she said. "Do you think, for example, that those cowboys on the screen love those girls that they were having sex with? Of course not. It was sex pure and simple. They paid them and they went into the act. They were earning their living. That I considered wrong."
"I see," he told her. "Then you figure that love makes the difference."
"All the difference in the world dear," she told him.
"Well," he laughed, "as long as it makes you happy."
"I'm sublimely happy," she said. "As long as I have you, darling."
"But you can't have me always," he said. "You know that, don't you?"
"Of course I do," she told him. "But let's not worry about it now."
"Maybe we should," he said.
"No darling," she said. "I don't think we should worry ever. We should think of one thing. How you feel, and how I feel."
"That's very narrow," he told her, "and you can't look at it like that."
Now she was undressing and going to bed.
"I'm tired honey," she said. "I don't know about you baby, but I've had quite a day of it."
"Yes we have," he agreed. "And a lot of fun."
"A lot of fun," she laughed.
As she went to bed, she was troubled. More troubled than she would let on to her son. The thing that bothered her was that she had developed such a crush over him she couldn't imagine how she could ever live without him.
This was what tortured her. She knew that she didn't dare think about it, or she would get more and more nervous. Nevertheless the truth was she had a tremendous crush on her son, and she wanted him hers all alone.
This was the unforgivable sin and she knew it. It was bad enough that she would have any involvement at all. However, the fact that she wanted him forever was the thing that distressed her.
Over and over in her mind she rolled these facts around. There was nothing she could do to relax. She sighed heavily as she thought of her boy. She adored him in every way. Every part of his body was beautiful to her.
To love him could never be evil or dirty or even sinful. She loved the thought of licking his cock-shaft. She thrilled to the idea of devouring his sperm. And the more she thought about it, the more she craved his body.
Suddenly an overpowering passion went through her and she knew she had to look at him again. She got out of bed and tiptoed down the hall to his room.
He lay there with one leg struck out of the side of the blankets. He was naked she knew, and under that blanket held the excitement, the pleasure, with which she knew she would destroy herself if she continued her course of action.
Yet there seemed to be nothing she could do to stop propelling herself in the direction she was going, for passion was leading her in a wild way, and there was nothing she could do not to stop it. She turned and left him alone. Tears were streaking down her face as she went back to her bedroom. She was trying desperately to think out of some-way out of her dilemma. But there wasn't any way, and she knew it. She knew it very well, and that was what crushed her.
Sleep would not come to her. She continued tossing and turning and nightmares tormented her. It seemed as if the pain and torture would never end.
She did everything in her power to relax, but relaxation would not come. Finally, when it was dawn, she got up and fixed herself some coffee. She stumbled about the kitchen and felt more confused than ever.
He was still sleeping and she knew she couldn't bother him. It was so early that she decided she would go back to bed and get some more rest.
Finally, just as the dawn streaked the horizon, she fell into a dull aching sleep. But sleep never brought her release, for her mind was still working, for troubled painful memories of parting with her. son were torturing her now.
Her. body moved in her sleep as she was distressed and nervous. The happiness that she had thought sex with her son would bring, had ended in a nightmare.
CHAPTER THREE
When she woke up later that morning she made up her mind that she would have to do some-thing about her problem.
She couldn't go on like this, as she was becoming more and more confused. Finally, she decided that the only sensible to do was to face her problem squarely. Therefore she made her decision.
When she fixed breakfast for her son she told him frankly, "Dear we've got to quit going on like this. I can't stand it and you can't stand it either."
"That's the truth," he said.
"Mom," he told her, "let me tell you something. You mean an awful lot to me and if you want to go on having fun with me, it's alright."
"It isn't alright," she insisted. "I demand that you quit this. It is too terrible and too sick for us to continue. You love me now son, but some day you will hate me."
"What do you mean ?" he demanded.
"Well you will," she said. "Right now you say that you won't but I swear in time you'll come to despise me. You will say I didn't care about you. You will say I was more concerned about my own lust. And then I will hate myself for I will know that I have in fact betrayed you."
"Sweetheart," she smiled, "you are precious to me. I will never want to hurt you."
He nodded and understood.
"Well it's hard Mom," he said, "after getting adjusted to screwing you to go out and find me another girl. You don't know how difficult it is to find a girl who isn't sick or has some disease or something worse."
"I know it isn't easy," she said.
"It isn't easy at all," he assured her.
It was difficult now for them to make any decision. Yet she knew that in time they both would be happy that they had done what they had done.
"Maybe we should go out to dinner tonight," she said, "and talk this over. You'll feel better. It'll be my treat dear."
"Great," he said. "That sounds like a lot of fun."
All during the day she was making her vows that she would not continue the life that she was leading. She had decided that she must be evil and wrong in doing what she had done.
When evening came, she and her son went to a fine restaurant. As they stayed late at the restaurant, they got to talking.
"What will you do for a boyfriend?" he asked her.
"Nothing," she said.
"But you need someone," he told her.
"No, I don't need anybody," she said.
That night when they got home, she went to bed. She was determined that she would stay in her own room. Yet, as she lay there in her flimsy negligee, she was thinking. She was thinking about him, and wishing. Wishing that they could be together.
Finally, the temptation became overpowering. She got out of her bed, and walked down the hall. When she came to his room, she heard sounds. She was bothered. As she glanced in the room, she saw him lying there with his penis in his hand. He was pumping it vigorously.
"What the hell are you doing?" she demanded.
"I'm pumping my cock," he said. "Got to get my rocks off some way. You won't help me, so I'll do it my own way."
She was so startled, she hurried over to the bed and seized his penis in her hand.
"I'll do that for you," she said. "This is wrong. This is masturbation."
"Look Mom," he said, "when that big cock of mine gets hard it doesn't ask what it is, it just wants to get off. Now quit bugging me."
She was pumping methodically now as she increased her pace and marveled at her own skill at doing this.
"It's getting harder and harder honey," she observed.
"Yet it is Mom," he told her. "If you don't get on it with your hot mouth I'll shoot."
She was not going to wait any longer. She bent over and began licking. As she licked the head of his cock he became more and more excited.
"Oh keep that up," he begged her. "Yes. Oh Mom, put your mouth all the way over it. Slip it over it."
As she slid down he began massaging his balls. She was more and more excited every second.
"Oh wow!" he panted. "That's fantastic. Keep it up."
The pleasure was building every moment now. "Oh, ah, yes, yes. That's the way to do it. Keep it up."
It was tremendous pleasure for them both and they were enjoying themselves now.
"Eat it," he begged. "Eat the cock. Yes, that's what I want you to do. Eat my cock!"
Reaching down he guided her head over him. As she moved up and down his saliva slickened penis, she loved the view. She enjoyed the sight of his big balls. More than that, she loved the aroma of it.
"Come on Mom," he said, "that's beautiful. Keep going. Oh yes, that's the way to do it. Oh, come on, baby, do it."
The pleasure was building every moment.
"Oh, ah, yes, yes. That's beautiful. Oh, keep it up."
Faster and faster the rock hard cock stabbed in there.
"Oh, ah, yes, yes. That's beautiful."
It was almost more than he could stand now. He locked his legs around her, as she continued going down on him.
"Keep it up," he said. "Yes. That's how to do it. Keep it going."
The sensations that surged through him at this point had him trembling.
"Eat it," he cried. "Eat my sperm. That's it, gobble it!"
Suddenly he juiced in her mouth. As she gulped his hot sticky cum, she tasted it. The taste acted as a trigger to her delight. She gripped his penis with her teeth and pressured it more.
"Oh I'm shooting some more," he said enthusiastically. "I'm going to make a double header."
Then sure enough the hot juice shot out of his cock and they were gasping now.
"Oh," he groaned, "eat me. Yes. Yes. That's beautiful."
The excitement that they had enjoyed together was great.
"You're beautiful," he smiled as she slid off him.
"Oh son," she sighed, "I don't know why but now I feel you must eat me. My pussy is on fire."
"Let me slip my tongue in there and put the fire out."
It didn't take her long to slip out of her filmy negligee. Then she straddled her son's body.
"Why don't you wad the pillow up honey?" she smiled. "That will give you a better angle for your tongue to slip inside." "You're real thoughtful Mom," he said. As she wadded the pillow up, she gently placed his head in line with her vagina.
"I'll tell you a little secret dear," she said. "If you will grab my ass and hang on and slip a finger up my asshole while you're eating my pussy, the pleasure will be increased twice."
"But I wanted to rub your bosoms while I'm eating your pussy, Mom," he complained.
"Well honey, why don't you begin with my bosoms and work down to my buttocks?" "Alright," he agreed.
As he slid his tongue into her vagina, he thought of something.
"I could see this in the mirror," she said. "Mom will you stop it," he told her, "I can't get my tongue going if you're going to keep bothering me."
"I'm sorry son," she said. "It's just that I wanted to enjoy it to the utmost."
She got off him and angled the mirror so they could have a good view of the action.
"When you can dear," she said, "glance over there and watch. It's a lot of fun. to see it slip- ping in."
"That's true," he said.
Now she was in line once more. She fluffed the pillow up and he began licking at her vagina.
"Oh sweetheart," she exclaimed, "that feels fantastic. Yes. Oh keep it up."
The pleasure was increasing every minute.
"Oh eat it," she begged. "Eat my pussy. Oh honey, stick it way in."
He stuck his tongue in as far as it would go.
"You're going good, baby," she complimented him. "Stiffen your tongue as you stab it in. That will help."
He didn't appreciate his mother giving him so much guidance. He wished that she would let him alone and do his thing.
"Oh wow!" he gasped. "What a pretty pussy."
"You're a bad boy," she exclaimed. "Get your tongue back in there and don't take it out to talk. There's nothing more disgusting than interrupting during the middle of a pussy act by talking."
"Sorry Mom," he said.
He realized that he had been overcome by his own passionate lusts and he wanted to explain to her how much he enjoyed doing what he was doing.
Grasping her buttocks, he pulled her mound tighter to his face.
"Stab it in there," she told him.
It didn't take long- now for him to continue what he was doing. With savage thrusts he jabbed into the vagina. He licked the velvety walls and got her excited.
"Oh faster baby," he told her, "keep going-. Oh yes. That's the way to do it. That's it, baby, do it."
The pleasure mounted every moment and he could hardly stand it now. As she pushed forward she was running her fingers through his hair and looking down at him.
The sight of his tongue sweeping into her hole intrigued and excited her.
"Oh Brian baby," she said. "That's beautiful. Yes. That's beautiful."
Faster and faster now the pleasure continued. "Oh, ah, yes. That's the way to do it." Now he was nibbling at her clitoris. "Oh, I'm cuming," she exclaimed. "I'm cum-ing. Oh honey lick the clit. Don't lose any. Oh, ah, yes, yes, do it, honey."
When he pulled his mouth away he was licking his lips. Some of her juice was dripping from the sides of his mouth.
"Honey," she said, "you're a sloppy pussy eater."
"What do you mean Mom?" Brian asked.
"Look at your lips in the mirror" she explained to him.
"I guess I got carried away," he apologized.
"That's one thing every fucker has to learn," she explained. "How to control himself. You see baby doll when you get too carried away you can't be good at it."
As she started to get off him she looked at his long penis.
"Oh now look at that," she said. "I suppose I won't be able to go back to bed until we take care of it."
"I wish you would Mom," he said. "I really do."
"Why don't we do something different?" she exclaimed delightedly.
"Like what?" he smiled.
"Did you ever have a girl get on top?" she suggested slyly.
"Oh no I haven't," he admitted.
"Well what your Dad liked to do honey," she said, "when he was so loaded he didn't feel like getting on top of me, was for me to go up and down on it like a slippery slide."
"Oh that sounds excited," he told her.
"It really was honey," she assured him. "Your Dad was quite a lover, I'll say that for him."
"Alright Mom," he said, "if you want to get on top of me, do it."
It didn't take her long to straddle him. Then she grabbed his penis and slowly put the head of it to her mouth. Easing it in carefully she got it going.
"Oh wow!" she gasped excitedly. "That's fantastic."
The rock hard cock stabbed in there. "I like the sight of your bouncing breasts," he told her. "This is fun."
Now he was stabbing it in there with savage thrusts.
"Keep it up, honey," he told her, "yes baby, yes. That's the way to do it. Keep going baby."
He pumped it to her with savage thrusts. And then he reached up and manipulated her bosoms.
"Oh it feels good," she said. "Your Daddy had a secret. He used to like to pinch the nipples."
He pinched the nipples and she pumped up.
"You almost slipped off Mom," he exclaimed.
"I'm sorry about that son," she told him. "I guess I got carried away."
Her vagina muscles gripped him tightly.
"Squeeze it," he told her. "That's it. Squeeze the juice out."
Now they were going to town in rapid fire fucking action.
"Oh wow!" he gasped. "Fuck. Keep it up MomV That's what I like. Keep fucking."
The pleasure was building every second. He could hardly stand it now.
"Oh, ah, yes, that's what I like. Keep it going, baby."
Faster and faster he thrust in there. Every second she was becoming more and more excited.
"Yes baby," he told her, "that's beautiful. Keep it up honey."
The pulsating pleasure that she felt at this point was almost more than she could stand.
"Oh wow!" he gasped excitedly. "That is beautiful. Keep it going baby."
The pleasure that they were enjoying together now was building, "Fuck it," he told her. "Fuck with your pussy muscles."
She gripped it tightly with her vagina muscles.
He loved the sensations that this created. The entire length of his cockshaft was plugged inside of her now. She loved the feel of his bouncing balls as he continued driving in there.
"Fuck it," he cried, "fuck baby, fuck."
Faster and faster he drove in there.
"Oh wow," she exclaimed. "That's fantastic. Yes, baby, that's beautiful. Keep it going."
The rock hard cock continued stabbing away.
The pleasure that they were enjoying now was increasing.
"Oh yes, baby," he exclaimed. "That's fantasic. Keep it up honey."
The sensations that surged through him now were beautiful.
"Oh I love this," he said. "Oh it's fantastic. Yes, baby, that's fantastic."
As the two of them continued their action, they were excited and stimulated.
"You sure know how to give me a good fucking," she complimented him.
"Think nothing of it Mom," he told her. "I guess I'm just a chip off the old cock."
"That's a good one," she said. "Your Daddy would kill us if he caught us."
"Well he was no damned good," she said angrily. "He never did care for you or me. It's his fault that we are together. If he was around the house to give me some good sex, I wouldn't have felt the need for you."
"That's right," he said, as he went on playing with her breasts and stabbing her pussy. "As a matter of fact he should have told me about girls."
"Yes," she said, with a laugh, "and your old Mom wouldn't have had to illustrate." "Right on," he panted, as he went on pushing.
He was enjoying the sensations immensely. Yet he wondered if he could obtain as much pleasure if he would rut it in when he was on top of her.
"How're you doing honey ?" she smiled at him. "Feel good?"
"Real good," he assured her. "I really enjoy getting a good fuck."
"I know you do," she smiled at him. "You're quite a lover."
The two of them were going to town now. In rapid fire movements they continued.
"Oh Brian," she told him, "keep it going. Yes, Brian, that's beautiful."
Faster and faster she was getting more excited and more stimulated every moment.
"Oh sweetheart," she told him, "I can't stand it. Shove it in there."
With a good driving thrust he shoved inside of her.
"Oh wow!" she exclaimed suddenly. "That's fantastic."
Now he was bouncing on the bed as he stabbed it into her vagina.
"When you pinch it for me," he told her, "it feels fantastic. You have to grab it Mom."
She put more emphasis on the exercising of her vagina muscles. When she used them effectively, she could see the thrill race through his body. She loved the expression on his face when he was' finding' sexual fulfillment. It was a pleasure to see his eyes light up. It was a delight to see him this stimulated.
"Keep it up, honey," she begged him. "I love to see you so happy."
Little did she realize while she was making him happy at this moment she was bringing him suffering and torment in the future. But at this moment of near climax she could care less; The only thing that mattered to Louise now was sexual satisfaction, for she had given up every thought of right and wrong, in order to obtain her momentary delight.
"Give it to me son," she exclaimed. "That's it. Fuck your Mama's pussy."
She was becoming more and more uninhibited as the unleased passions within her took control of her. The fires were burning brightly within her body as she went on giving him a scorching fuck.
"Oh," she groaned in delight, "what a good fuck this is. I love it."
Faster and faster he drove into her. The pleasure mounted as she continued doing him.
"Son," she exclaimed, "you don't know what you are doing to me. Oh, ah, yes. Yes. That's what I like. Keep it going."
Harder and hotter and faster he continued. The stabbing action was bringing her great pleasure.
"Fuck it," she said, "fuck baby, fuck."
He drove into her with a wild fury. They were like two untamed sex animals. All controls were gone.
Suddenly he decided he preferred the other position. "Can you turn over, Mom?" he said, "and not let my cock slip out of your pussy?"
"We'll see son," she said eagerly.
Their bodies rolled over as the sweat rolled off their skin.
"Oh sweetheart," he exclaimed, "we made it."
Indeed they had made it intact. His penis had not pulled out of her vagina.
Now that he was on top, he let his knees bear down on the bed and he rutted into her with furious force and impact.
"Fuck it," he said, "fuck. Fuck. That's it. Grab it with your pussy. Come on honey, give it to me."
She rode back as he rode into her. They were really going at it now as if they were of one flesh.
"Oh that's beautiful," he groaned. "You don't know how fantastic it feels to me. Yes Mom, I love that."
There was no doubt about it they were enjoying each other immensely. The action was continuing until they were building to a deeper pitch. "Oh," he sighed, "this is beautiful. Yes Mom, now you're doing it. All the way, that's what I want. Keep it up."
She continued giving him -the action he loved so much.
"Oh yes," he begged her. "Keep fucking. That's the way I want it. Keep it going. Grind your hips around honey."
She ground around, determined to give him the super action he wanted.
"Fuck baby," he begged. "Fuck baby, fuck." Faster and faster he slammed the penis into her. She massaged the length of his cockshaft with her twisting vagina. She didn't lie still. She ground her hips around.
"That's what I like," he told her. "Yes, now you're doing it. Oh, wow!"
The pleasure that they were deriving from their fucking action was increasing every moment.
"Yes baby," he told her, "that's beautiful. That's it, sock it to me."
She pushed her body forward, pitching her pelvis into her son's ever advancing cock.
"Oh sweetheart," she said, "you're giving it to me. Just what I needed. A great big cock. Oh son, I've wanted that hole filled for so long. I imagained what it would be like to have you, and to see you naked. Time and again, baby, I've dreamed of having you. It was wrong, but I needed it so much."
Her voice was husky now as she was overcome with passion and desire.
"Oh sweetheart," he smiled at her, "this is beautiful. Fuck."
She continued twisting around, and the pleasure increased every minute.
"Oh yes," she told him, "I love it. You don't know how much this means to me."
They continued in this position until she was wet with sweat and burning with lust. Her hands reached for his back. She massaged his back the way he loved it and then she reached down to part his asscheeks.
"I'll finger your prostate," she said. "That will stimulate you some more."
Her fingers pressed at his prostate and the pleasure mounted.
Faster and faster now he was driving into her mound. And she was becoming more and more stimulated.
"Fuck it," he cried, "fuck baby, fuck."
The sensational delight they were achieving now was increasing with every stab of his penis shaft.
"Oh wow!" he panted. "That's beautiful, baby."
The sensations that they were enjoying were mounting to a mutual orgasm.
"I'm going to be cuming soon," he told her. "It can't be much longer."
He knew that he couldn't keep his pulsating penis stabbing into her mound without shooting in a minute.
Suddenly the penis exploded within her.
The pleasure that both of them had enjoyed had brought her there too. As he climaxed, she came with him. Her hands held him tightly. She gripped his asscheeks and squeezed.
"Right on target son," she said. "We're really hot lovers."
"Strangely, we are," he admitted.
"What do you think people would say if they knew about us?" he asked.
"They would say that we're wired wrong from the factory honey," she smiled at him.
He didn't quit thrusting until he had unloaded all of his sperm. Then he slowly withdrew. As she looked at him she smiled proudly.
"I'm so proud of you honey," she said.
"I'm glad you are Mom," he told her.
"How could I feel otherwise, dear," she said, "You have meant so much to me."
The pleasure that the two of them had enjoyed had been beyond anything that they imagined it could be.
"Oh honey," she smiled, "we were meant for each other."
"Yeah," he laughed, "a union created in hell."
"That's no way to look at it," she said. "Love conquers all."
"Even incest?" he demanded.
It was strange, but once he got his cock off he felt like a different person.
"Why are you talking like that dear?" she demanded.
"Oh I get to feeling guilty now and then," he said.
"Well why should you?" she said. "I don't think it's any worse, than the people who are dropping bombs on little villages."
"Well do you have to use that as a scale of comparison?" he said. "If you do Mom, we're in a bad way. Because that's the worse thing that anyone can do."
"Well that proves my point," she smiled sweetly. "We're not so bad."
"Oh yes we are," he said sadly. "We're real bad."
It gave her a strange feeling thinking about it.
"Honey," she smiled at him, "I want to tell you something. I feel that you should think of me. Maybe you could find me a lover my age. If you could, then I would be happy."
"Well sure," he said. "But I don't know any guys except kids at school. You'd have to wear that wig again and put on the act."
"You could always introduce me by that phoney name that we used at the pot party," she smiled.
"Well that's an idea," he nodded.
"It's a very good idea dear," she said. "I'm sure that I can bring a lot of pure happiness to come young high school boy who needed some action."
"Well I know you could," he said. "Those girls don't know how to get off their ass."
"It's true," she said. "This younger generation is lazy. They are so lazy that I don't think we have to worry one bit about doing wrong. You probably wouldn't be getting half as good a fuck from one of those chicks at school. And you might get a dose of the clap too."
"Mom," he said, "what kind of a guy do you want me to find for you?"
"Well one with a long cock," she said. "Nice and long and thick, and one who has good ball action."
"Ball action?" he asked, not quite sure of the terms that she was using.
"Yes dear," she said, "I mean someone who has a lot of sperm juice. I love to eat it, and it feels fantastic when I'm being flooded."
"I read you," he said. "But now how am I going to go up to a guy and ask him how long his cock is because Mom wants to fuck him?"
"Well of course dear," she said, "I wouldn't want you to do an offensive thing like that. You'll just have to listen to some of the chicks when they're talking about some of the guys they're balling."
"You mean girls talk as dirty as men do?" he asked her.
"Of course dear," she said. "Do you think we're different?".
"In some ways," he said, "yes."
"Well when it comes to that," she said, "we usually gossip about the men something fierce. We were forever discussing how long their shoes were. As we were saying, you can tell the size of the cock by the size of the shoe."
"Is that a fair way to evaluate men's cock size?" he asked. "To say it's the same as the shoe size?"
"Well I don't know whether it's been proven true or not," she said. "Our sorority thought of running a statistical research on the project, but we never went through with it."
"You want a light skinned fellow or a dark skinned fellow or what kind of a fellow do you want, Mom?" he asked, puzzled as to the exact type of fellow that he should get for her.
"Sweetheart," she said, "good men come in all colors, shapes and sizes. What I'm interested in, is a man who's well hung."
"I read you," he said. "It's a pure sex relationship." . .
"If you can call sex pure," she laughed, "yes. I want someone who can lay it on me. I want to feel it slipping into me, and I want to feel it shooting in me."
"You're real blunt about it, aren't you Mom?" he said.
"Sure," she said. "Why beat around the bush. This is what I want. I don't go for all that crap of saying I don't want this, I don't want that. I know what Twant and I want it."
"You're going to get it," he laughed. "You're going to get it between your legs, and in your mouth. I'll find some cat who loves to fuck. You'll get a good screwing."
"Good, darling," she said. "Mom could use it"
She was.about to leave the room when he looked at her.
"And that means I get to bring some dames home to my bedroom," he said.
She hadn't thought about that side of the coin.
"What?" she asked, confused.
"There are a couple of girls at school I've been looking at," he said, "and I think that they would be fun to fuck. One chick is named Betty and the other is Barbara. I don't know whether it will be Betty or Barbara, Mom, but I'm going to get one of them in bed with me and we're going to do some of the stuff that we've done."
As she thought about the fact that the lessons she was giving him were lessons in sex that he would employ with other women, she suddenly regretted having taught him anything.
"Of course dear," she said, "I'm happy that I could help."
"Are you?" he teased.
"Why naturally," she said. "You don't think your mother would be jealous of your lovers, do you?"
"Yes," he smiled smugly. "I think you would be very jealous."
"Well I changed my mind," she said. "It isn't fair to keep you confined to your playpen. You have every right as a young man to experience various things. And I want you to develop nor- mally."
"You think I ever will be normal ?" he laughed.
"Certainly son," she said. "You haven't committed the unforgiveable sin, yet."
"What's that sin?" he asked, a little puzzled.
"Well the unforgivable sin is when you sin so much you don't even know you're sinning," she said.
"Have I sinned that much?" he asked.
"You have to answer that question yourself," she said softly. "As for myself, I know I'm a sinner, so I haven't committed the unforgivable sin."
"That sounds like a convenient cop-out," he told her.
"It does, doesn't it?" she admitted, looking away.
"Come on," he said, "do you always lie to yourself?"
"No," she said, "just now and then."
"You're a strange woman," he told her. "But I can't help loving you."
"Good darling," she said, "I have a deep affection for you too."
She sat on the bed and fondled his male member and his balls.
"Now don't you get my balls itching again," he told her.
"No honey," she said. "I just get a big charge out of playing with them."
"Well," he told her, "if you play with them too much I'll be getting a big charge, and I'll be wanting more sex. We've had enough."
"When is enough enough?" she smiled.
"It's like eating," he said. "You've got to stop when you're still hungry. It's the same with sex. You've got to stop before you want to go on fucking."
"That makes sense," she said. "You know Brian, you possess a lot of wisdom."
"Do I?" he asked. "You say I'm a philosopher?"
"Maybe that's what you are," she said. "A philosopher."
She looked at him starry eyed and as he looked at her he laughed. He reached out and played with her bosoms.
"It's funny," he smiled, "when I was a little kid I used to like to play with them."
"And you still do," she smiled.
"Yes," he told her, "I still do. You don't seem like other Moms."
"I assure you I'm not," she said. "I'm oversexed."
"Is that our problem?" he laughed.
"Why do you say our problem?" she asked him.
"Because, it is obviously something I inherited from you to want to fuck all the time."
"Really," she said. "Then you put all the blame on me."
"Naturally," he chuckled.
He enjoyed teasing her. He reached down to feel of her mound and she manipulated his testicles.
"Now don't you get me itching for sex," she said. "When you build up that fire down below, Mamma can't quit."
"You're not telling me nothing," he chuckled.
The two of them were looking at each other like two lovers would.
"You know honey," she smiled, "we're very lucky. We're lucky to have each other."
"That's right," he said.
The-more they looked at each other, the more they loved it.
"You'd better stop right now," he said.
He was so ignited for sex now he had to have some small relief.
"Let me just lick those bosoms," he begged.
"Just lick them," she said. "I don't want you to do anything more. If you get the idea that you're going to make a tongue trail down to Mamma's mound, forget it."
She was winding her hair with her finger as she watched him slowly lick.
"It feels so good to me," she said. "I remember you now when you were a little boy. It always did seem that as a baby you were putting some sex into the way you were going after the milk."
That made Brian laugh.
"Was I a real sexy baby?" he laughed.
"Yes you were," she said. "At least it stimulated me the way you went after my bosoms. It seemed as if you were biting them to get some sexual pleasure as well as the milk out of them."
"I still am biting them," he said, "but not just for milk. I enjoy nibbling and licking. They are so very beautiful."
She could tell he was getting inflamed by his erection. She lifted her hands away from his testicles and gently stroked his thigh.
"Brian,", she sighed softly, "do you love your Mamma?"
"Sure Mom," he whispered. "And I love her sex equipment too. I love her pussy, I love her breasts, and I love to fuck."
"That about sums up my feeling about you, son," she smiled serenely.
Brian continued licking and her mind was racing. She was thinking about the troubles that might result when she got another lover and he:did too. Would they both be jealous?
This was what haunted her, and if either one of them did get jealous, what would this jealousy cause them to do?
This was the problem she had to face, and face it she must. But it was painful and difficult for her to think of it. She was enjoying him so much.
CHAPTER FOUR
In the days that followed, young Brian decided when he went to school to try to find a lover for his Mom. He didn't have too much difficulty, finding fellows who wanted to talk about sex. For that was the main topic of conversation with many of the young men.
One day he was talking to a buddy named Jeff.
"You know, Jeff," he said, "I've found me a woman who is a great piece of ass. She is so fantastic that I can't keep up with her."
"Well it would take a stud like me to satisfy a woman like that," he chuckled.
"You want to share her?" he smiled.
"Aw, I don't dig that orgy deal," he said. "When I fuck a dame I don't want another guy watching."
"I wasn't suggesting that," Brian told him. "I was suggesting an introduction to this woman. She really is fantastic. Body built like you wouldn't believe. Breasts coming out to here, and waist way in here."
He illustrated with hand motions in the air, and the Boys' Vice Principal came over and looked at them.
"Now what was that gesture supposed to mean?" he asked.
"Oh nothing," he said.
"Yes it was," he said quickly. "I saw you looking over there at one of those girls and you were outlining her body in the air. I don't want you to do things like that as you have no right to be focusing on sex."
"Right on," he gulped.
It was difficult for Brian to realize how far out the Boys' Vice Principal was. For he might have been eager to talk about it himself and he wasn't sure. Nevertheless that evening when he was going home from school with his buddy Jeff he discussed it further.
"You want me to set you up buddy?" he asked.
"Aw, I don't know," he said. "I'm sort of a loner. I like to look for my own piece of ass."
"I can understand that," he told him, "but there's a lot of fun to be had if you're ready for it."
"Maybe I'm just not ready for it," he laughed.
"Well, I'll tell you you're going to miss something," he insisted, trying to lure him even more.
"I don't know about that," he said.
At this point Brian had given him enough information to where he was quite curious. But he hated to let on that he was eager.
"How long do you have to know in advance to set this up?" he asked.
"Well I should know as soon as possible," Brian explained, "because she's a very popular woman, and I wouldn't want to let too much time elapse."
"I read you," he said. "You mean she's really something."
"Oh she is," he insisted. "She really is very beautiful."
"Alright then buddy," he smiled. "Ill tell you what we're going to do. We'll set this thing up but where do we go?"
"Well my Mom is going to be gone that night," he said, "so you could come over."
"I never met your old lady," he said, "but I would hate to have her come home and find me fucking. And your old man might kill me."
"You don't have to worry about my Dad none," he said. "Mom and I live alone."
"What happened to your Dad?" he asked curiously.
"Dad took it on the lam when Mom tried to hit him for some money to support me when I was a kid," he explained.
"Oh, he sounds like a great guy," he chuckled.
"Don't knock my Dad," he said. "He may be a bastard, but I want to be the one to call him so."
"Oh I'll give you that honor," he laughed.
It was becoming perfectly obvious to him, that his buddy was eager and willing to have sex with his Mom.
"What's her name?" he asked.
"Jan," he said, quickly using the name that she had made up when they were at the pot party together.
"Jan," he said. "And I never met her?"
"No," he said. "She's a new dame I found."
"Where did you find her?" he asked.
"That is a long story, and we won't go into that. What time can you be over to my place Saturday night?"
"When the coast is clear," he said.
"Well," he said, "about eight o'clock would be good. I'll have a girl myself and you can have Jan. Mom works as a cocktail waitress till two o'clock in the morning. She has to add up the receipts and she doesn't get back home until about three. So we're safe."
"That's groovy," Jeff said. "How come you're doing all this for me? I hope you haven't got the hots for me."
"Look buddy," he said, "I'm straight as an arrow and I don't appreciate that humor."
"I was only kidding," he said. "You've got to have a sense of humor."
"But I don't think that's funny," Jeff said. "I've got a reputation as a stud."
"I know you have," he told him. "That's why I'm getting you for Jan. She's an oversexed woman, and needs a lot of fucking."
"That's the best kind," he assured him. "I wouldn't be happy unless I had a woman who was real sexy."
Everything had been set up and when they parted company young Brian was delighted and excited. He could hardly wait for Saturday night.
He still had the problem of finding himself a good fuck. He didn't know how difficult it was going to be.
When he got home his mother was eager to find out what the score was.
"Oh, darling," she exclaimed excitedly, "how is everything going?"
"Not so hot," he said. "I haven't found me a date yet."
"Well what about me?" she said. "Haven't you given your mother a thought?"
"I've given you a lot of thought," he assured her. "And I've lined you up with Jeff, the best cocksman in the school."
"That sounds delicious," she said.
"Well, you'll enjoy it."
As she talked, she became more and more excited.
"Baby doll," she smiled at him, "I care for you. I really do, and I'm doing this for you."
"You mean you're fucking Jeff for me?" he stammered not quite fully comprehending what she meant.
"Yes darling," she explained. "It may sound strange but that's the way it is. You see, if I clung to you, you would never find yourself a woman. And so I've dedicated myself to giving you an opportunity to be independent. Isn't that marvellous?"
"Yes," he said. "It sure as hell is."
When the weekend came, young Brian had not lined any girl up. His mother was delighted and excited, however, about her own action which was in the offing.
"How does this wig fit dear?" she smiled as she put it in place.
"You'd never know it wasn't your own hair Mom," he said.
"Now I'll just put on this facial mask," she said, "and it will last for six hours. He should be able to get his rocks off a few times in six hours, don't you think before the mask falls?"
"Well I should hope so," he told her, "now Mom you may be going too far."
"What do you mean dear?" she asked him.
"Well putting on all that make-up, that eye shadow," he said.
"That's what all the girls seem to do these days," she said, "along with false eyelashes and some other things that are false." -
"You're not going to pad your bosoms, are you?" he demanded.
"Now would a woman with breasts like mine need to?" she smiled.
"No Mom," he said. "You are really put together well."
"I would say that you're only trying to flatter me honey," she said, "so that you can have some action when he leaves."
"Now what are you talking about that for?" he said furiously.
"Well dear," she said, "you're going to have to satisfy your sexual appetite. And you said you had a lot of chicks who were available. Barbara and a girl named ... what was her name?"
"Betty," he said grimly. "But they're both lined up with their regular fucks."
"That's terrible," she said. "These steady fuckers don't give you guys who want variety a chance. In my heyday we played the field a lot more. Nowadays I guess you kids believe in going steady."
"Well it would be pretty hard for me to go steady," he complained, "because I don't have enough money."
"What do you mean?" she asked.
"You know damned well what I mean," he told her.
"I'm afraid I don't darling," she smiled.
"Could you explain yourself?"
"Sure I will," he told her. "What you are try- ing to say is that you are giving me seconds."
"Well isn't having it second in line better than nothing?" she asked, as she slid into a tight fitting dress.
"I guess so," he said. "But I think you ought to clean your box out in between."
"Why Brian," she screamed, "how dare you talk to your mother that way."
"What do you mean Mom?" he stammered.
"You don't have to tell me a thing like that," she said nervously. "I always keep my box clean."
"Yes Mom," he agreed.
It was becoming more obvious to her all the time that he was becoming difficult.
"Where are you going to be when I'm having sex with this new found love?" she said eyeing him.
"I'll be upstairs in my bedroom," he said softly.
"Well stay up there," she said.
"What do you think I am, a Peeping Tom?" he asked.
"I don't know what your sexual propensities are," she said, "and you wouldn't be a Peeping Tom, dear, you'd be a Peeping Brian. Don't you know your own name?"
She laughed as she finished putting on her eyelashes.
"That was not funny," he exclaimed.
"I thought it was," she said, as she finished putting on lipstick.
"I tell you Mom," he said, "you look better without all that make-up. That green eyeshadow, those false eyelashes, and that facial mask. What if the mask melts?"
"Well he'll get a jolt," she said, "right in the midde of the fuck."
"Well I hope it doesn't happen," he said, "because he'd never let me live it down. He'd say I'm fucking some old lady."
"These bosoms baby, are hardly bosoms of an old lady. And I haven't had to go to some plastic surgeon to get silicone put in."
"I told you if you shaved your box it would be more attractive," he said.
"Are you trying to knock my pussy hair?" she said.
"Well it was a little matted last time," he said, "when I was licking."
"I keep everything clean," she said, "including my you-know-what. And I don't like you making remarks like that. Not that I don't understand why, for I do. I know perfectly well that you're insanely jealous. You really are."
"What do you mean Mom?" he said. "Knock it off."
"You want to knock it off," she said, "and that's why you are so up-tight."
"You sure like to bug me," he said angrily.
It was about eight o'clock and she observed this. She hated to tell him that he'd better get going, but she finally figured she had to.
"Now quit flashing green with envy darling," she smiled, "and get your ass out of here. Mom is expecting company."
"Yeah," he said. "And I was the sap who arranged it."
"Don't look at it that way dear," she said, "maybe I can find you some girl who would enjoy sex with you. I hate to suggest that for you would say that I was being too blunt."
"See you later Mom," he said as he strolled up the stairway.
She was -nervous now as she thought about him. She couldn't help feeling that he was being impossible and difficult. After all he had said he didn't want her on a regular basis. He had admitted that she was a very good grind. And she had every reason to expect and have sexual satisfaction.
She was bothered now as she thought about the problems she faced. She was thankful that he had gone upstairs when the doorbell rang. She gave one quick glance into the mirror and walked to the door.
"Hi Jan," Jeff said, as he looked at her.
"Well, hi there handsome," she said. "You are everything Brian said and more."
"The same could be said for you baby doll," he said. "You're quite a gorgeous gal."
"Thank you love," she said. "Can I fix you something to drink?"
"I'm intoxicated just looking at you," he said. "Do you have any grass around the house?"
"No," she said. "I just ran out. And I'll have to wait till Monday when the local pusher comes around."
"Well then I'll settle for booze," he smiled. She went over to the bar and asked him what he wanted.
"We have vodka, whiskey, and bourbon. And a little rum too."
"How about some rum and Coca Cola?" he said.
"Certainly dear," she said. "What a nostalgic drink. Remember that record, Rum and Coca Cola, with the Andrews Sisters?"
"Well that was before my time," he said.
She gulped as she realized that she had given her age away.
"But I never heard it then," she laughed. "I mean I got one of those nostalgia records and
I just discovered the Andrews Sisters."
"Right on," he said. "Quit lying about your age and get me some booze."
This made her nervous as she didn't know what age he figured she was. And she knew that the visual mask that she had paid so much money for would not betray her.
"You've got a nice body," he said. "But you can't see it with ail the clothes on."
"Has that rum and Coca Cola done that to you already?" she smiled.
"I was horny before I came in here, honey," he told her. "And I always say when I've got a hard-on, any old port."
"Well baby doll," she smiled grimly, "I don't want you to consider my pussy any old port."
"That remains to be seen," he chuckled.
"What do you mean?" she said angrily.
"I mean "whether or not your pussy is pretty."
"Well I assure you it is," she said. .
She slid out of her dress quickly and then she stepped out of her shoes. She pulled down her panties and stood before him.
"Well do I pass your pussy test?" she said, putting her hands on her hips.
"With flying colors sweetie," he told her. "Now why don't you just wrap your legs around my shoulders, and I'll eat you."
It was getting her son Brian so angry as he listened to their loud-mouth talk in his room. He could have strangled his Mom. It burned the hell out of him to think of her carrying on like this. She sounded like the cheapest slut he ever heard. The conversation continued and he wished he had earplugs.
"Now I don't think the sofa in the living room is the place to have sex," she said.
"Where do you like it?" he asked.
"Well sex belongs in the bedroom," she insisted.
"Just as long as I get some good fucking and some good licking, I'll do it where you want to." "You can be assured," she said, "you'll get your money's worth."
"I know," he said. "It's free pussy, and that's what makes me fearful."
"What?" she asked, as she realized she had let her talking get her into a trap.
"The chicks who give it free often are not worth fucking," he laughed.
"Well that's a nice thing to say," she snapped.
This was really getting her disgusted to have him act that way. But there was little she could do.
"Alright Jeff," she said, "let's go into the bedroom."
As she walked to the bedroom, she did a lot of thinking. She decided that she would give him a few digs.
"You think you'll be able to satisfy me, honey?" she smiled smugly.
"I think my big cock will take care of any woman," he said.
"How long is it?" she asked.
"Eight and a half inches," he said. "That ought to hold you apiece."
"It depends on whether or not it's solid inches," she said, "and how thick it is. I don't like slim cocks. I like thick, hard cocks."
That was Jeff's cue to strip. He began undressing and he looked at her and smiled as he stripped.
"Oh baby," she looked at him excitedly. "What a beautiful cock that is. Yes, I can see you have a remarkable organ."
"Organ?" he asked. "Isn't that something you play?"
"Well you play with a cock, don't you?" she smiled. "So I think it fits."
"I've heard it called penis, and peter, and cock. But I've never heard it called organ."
"Well I should have said male organ," she said.
She went over to him and he stepped out of his shorts. Now he was standing before her naked, hairy, and horny. The head of his penis dripped juice as she let her fingers trace its length.
"Oh it is beautiful," she said. "I can hardly wait to take care of you."
"Well you don't have to wait," he said, "if you'll drop to your knees, baby, and worship my cock a minute or two, I'll show you what fucking is all about."
That burned her up. Worshipping him. The little bastard, she thought to herself. Nevertheless, she wanted it.
Dropping to her knees, she clasped the penis in her hand.
"Are you hungry honey?" he asked her. "Are you hungry for this sperm?" She nodded. "Open up," he said. "And take this nice smooth cock."
As he fed her every inch of himself, she became more and more fascinated with him. He was a marvellous specimen and a man she could enjoy sexually.
"Oh baby," she panted, "come on baby, do it."
Riding the cock into her, he became more and more excited.
"Oh yes, baby," he groaned in delight, "that's fantastic. Oh yes. Take it."
The rock hard cock stabbed into her, savagely. She loved the sight of his big balls bouncing on her chin. She didn't mind the aroma of his loins, and she was crazy about the firm round buttocks. She massaged his ass and felt of his flexing muscles.
"Give it to me," he told her, "give me a good mouth job."
She was giving him all of the action he could take. As the hot mouth worked over his penis, he became more and more stimulated.
"Eat me," he begged her, "yes baby, eat me."
The passionate pleasure was building every moment.
"Oh yes," he groaned in delight, "that's super. Oh honey, you know how to give a man good head. Keep it up, baby."
As he looked at her, he loved her doing it with such enthusiasm. Many women he didn't enjoy doing it with because they acted like they didn't want it. And if there was anything he hated, it was a half-hearted blow job. But he didn't have to worry about that with Jan.
"Come on baby," he panted, "eat the cock. That's it. Eat it. Every inch of it. Now you're doing it honey. Oh yes, that's how it's done.
Faster honey, faster. Oh, ah, yes!"
Reaching down, he gripped her head and guided her. She was doing it expertly now, and he was excited.
"Come on, baby," he told her. "That's beautiful. Keep it going."
The savage cockstabs continued. Every moment was more exciting than the last.
"Keep that going, baby," he told her. "Yes baby, that's the way I like it. Keep sucking."
She continued giving him the action he wanted. Every cockstab produced more pleasure.
"Eat me," he panted, "eat my cock. Go after the juice, baby."
When he said the word juice, it automatically triggered a syndrome within her. It got her more anxious, more hot for sex than ever before. "Come on honey," he smiled, "get the juice!" She built up a pressure suction in the head of his penis shaft. Suddenly he could stand the delightful pleasure no longer.
As he went on pumping it to her, the pleasure increased in momentum. For she knew how to get the juice out in the most pleasurable of manners. She tickled his balls while she finished his juice flow.
"Get it all out," he insisted. "That's it. Keep doing it, honey."
She continued doing it for him, and he was more and more excited every second.
"Oh yes, baby," he told her, "yes. That's how I like it. Now you're doing it. Oh, I love that."
The juice was erupting in her mouth in a steady stream shooting down her throat. If there was anything she didn't like about it, it was the fact that he had flooded her face before she had an opportunity to lick his balls and play with his asscheeks more.
She figured that she would have a second go at it later. Now she had to focus her attention on finishing the head job.
She gave him all the action he could ask for and then slid off him.
He complimented her.
"Damned good," he told her. "You really are."
"Why thank you," she smiled at him.
It was no secret that they both were happy with each other. The mask was holding up very well and her body was normally beautiful.
"Now honey," he said, "I want you to wrap those luscious legs around my neck and give me a taste of you."
"Well since you put it that way baby doll, what else can I do?"
She loved his flattery, and it was getting him everything he wanted.
He got on the bed and she followed him moments later. She straddled him and moved forward from his chest to his head. When she had her muff over his mouth, she told him teasingly, "Taste me. Go ahead honey, dip inside and taste my pretty pussy."
"You told me the truth," he said. "You said your pussy was pretty. It sure is, honey. Oh yes, real nice."
She was so stimulated now as his hands gripped her asscheeks that she told him, "Stop talking and start licking."
He quit talking and used his tongue for something more exciting. His tongue licked along her gash, and then he s .vept inside.
He flicked it against her vagina walls, and then he nibbled at her clit.
"Oh honey," she panted, "I love this so much. It's beautiful. Yes baby, I love it."
His hands moved from caressing her buttocks to caressing her breasts. She loved the feel of his fingertips as he pinched.
"Oh ride it," she said. "Ride my pussy." With very effective tongue lashes, he was bringing her closer and closer to a juicy climax. "Oh wow!" she gasped excitedly, "that's fan- tastic. Yes, baby, I love that."
The pleasure was building in her body every moment. She could hardly stand it.
"Yes baby," he told her, "yes. That's how I like it. Oh honey, love me."
The love that she felt for him was strange.
It was something comparable to her son. He was a younger man, and he had all of the life, and the virility of his youth to put into the sex act.
"Oh eat it," she begged anxiously. "Eat my pussy."
Her hands reached down to guide his head. She let her fingers wander effectively through his hair. He loved the feel of her hands on him.
"Keep it up, baby," she begged. "Yes. Oh honey, you can come up for air later."
He didn't want to come up for air. He loved the aroma of her loins. He was excited and delighted to give her the action she wanted. It was the intimacy of the contact that made it so stimulating. It was the idea that it was impossible to get more intimate than this. And with his hand caressing, massaging, playing with her buttocks and breasts, he was stabbing away at a good even pace.
"Eat my pussy," she gasped eagerly, "eat it, baby. That's it. Eat pussy."
The supercharged sensations that were surging through her body now were bringing her to such a passionate pitch of frenzied delight, she knew she was going to cum in multiple orgasms. "Oh honey," she groaned in delight, "I'm juicing. Oh yes baby, yes. That's the way I like it. Oh honey, lick quick. Now you're doing it. Oh lover, eat it."
The sensational enjoyment that she discovered now was almost more than she could stand.
"Lick it baby," she begged. "Lick it, lick my pussy, oh honey, lick my juicy pussy."
The pleasure that they were enjoying at this point was remarkable indeed.
"Oh lover," she cried ecstatically, "you are too much."
His tongue reached in there and licked all the juice off her vagina walls.
"Oh baby doll," she smiled at him, "you were just wonderful."
He loved her flattery. He was thrilled by the fact that she got such a charge out of it. And he was deighted he could give her what she needed.
Then she got a jolt. He looked at her and said strangely, "How old are you?"
"Old enough to know better," she giggled.
"No fooling. How old are you lady?"
"Look," she said. "I appreciate you calling me a lady after all we've done together. But I don't care to reveal my age. Haven't you heard that a lady never gives her age away?"
"Well I just want to say you're remarkably well preserved," he told her.
"Well thanks a lot," she said. "You make me sound like a museum piece."
"I didn't mean it that way," he said. "You don't look like a museum piece. You look like a first class piece of ass."
"Is that a compliment, Jeff?" she asked him. "Sure it is," he said. "A lot of women aren't worth screwing at all."
"How did you determine I was?" she asked. "Well that was easy," he told her. "You have so much to offer, baby. Just one look at you and I knew you'd be good between the sheets."
"I suppose I should be flattered," she said, in a blase voice. "But I'm not. I've heard it all before. But I am eager to know sometimes what you men find so appealing about me."
"Well for one thing," he told her, "you haven't got any inhibitions. When you have sex with a man, you aim for one thing ... his pleasure. So many women aren't thinking of that." "What are they thinking of?" she asked. "Well like my Dad said," he laughed, "about the whore he made it with during the war. She was eating balogne sandwiches with mayonnaise dripping from them while he was trying to get his rocks off. He had an awful time."
"I should imagine so," she told him.
"And it was worse than that," he said. "They had to double up on everything, including women. Only the woman he got had been more than doubled up with. She had been royally screwed by twenty-five guys."
"What a slimy nest," she said, "Imagine being the twenty-fifth person in a gang-bang."
"It sounds really revolting, doesn't it?" he said.
He looked at her and then he asked her point-blank, "Do you ever get a guilty feeling for having sex with younger fellows?"
"Should I?" she threw the question back to him.
"Well I'm not saying you should or you shouldn't," he answered, "I'm just curious to know how you feel about it."
"I feel fine about it," she said quietly, "and why shouldn't I?"
"Well to each his own," he said. "What is there you like about fucking young men?"
"Well baby," she said, "it's all in the balls."
As she said that she reached over and tugged on his testicles.
"It's in here honey," she said. "When you've got that juice, I love to have it shooting into me. I like the size of the cock too. I like a nice thick penis. I love the feeling of it pumping into me. I love the enthusiasm, when a man is fucking me. I love it when he gets excited, and I watch his lower jaw tremble as he looks at the other side of the pillow and ruts into me."
"You are turned on, aren't you?" he smiled.
"Yes I am," she said, "and I'm not ashamed of it. I'm proud of it. I'm glad I can thrill to sex. Our bodies were meant for pleasure. Why shouldn't we enjoy them?"
"That's the truth," he admitted.
As they continued talking, she became more and more aware of his attitude.
"You's a remarkable man," she told him.
"How so?" he asked.
"Well,"she said, "you care more about feelings than just getting fucked. You want to know how the woman responds to the man. So many men don't give a damn. All they care about is that they need to get that thing pushing against something. It could be anything, and they would shove off."
"I guess that's the truth," he said. "I remember hearing about a guy who was in the French Foreign Legion and how he was out in the desert.
He said when the men got hards, they had to do something, and what they did was unusual. They had cactus out there that had been split, "and they would take all of the prickly things out of the cactus, so it wouldn't hurt them. Then they would get down there and thrust their cocks into the cactus. They called it the good old cactus fuck."
"That's a riot," she said. "They couldn't get much feeling out of a cactus, except a prick if they forgot to take one of the pricklers out."
"Right on," he laughed. "That type of feeling is so little it isn't worth mentioning. The guy is thinking of himself. When a man has feeling for a woman, he can be fun."
"You know Jeff," she said, "that is why I've h"d such a good time with you. You are not a simple minded fucker. You are a good lover."
CHAPTER FIVE
She had enjoyed talking to him so much about sex, that she had almost overlooked the fact that he had an enormous hard-on.
"Honey," she said, "what are we going to do about this?"
"You mean the cock that won't, go down," he laughedi
"Precisely lover," she smiled. "You need some more action."
She stroked it a few times, and then he smiled at her.
"I'd like to stick it in you," he said. "I think it would be a lot of fun."
"I know it would darling," she smiled at him. "I'm ready when you are."
He looked at her curiously and smiled.
"Why are you smiling?" she asked him.
"Because," he said, "there are so many things I'd like you to do to me."
"Like what?" she smiled.
"Oh I'd like to feel of your breasts with my butt,".he laughed.
"Well go ahead, honey, if you want to," she said. "Do what you want."
Peeling that there were no inhibitions, to anything that he wanted to do, Jeff felt relaxed and it didn't take him long to try something different.
He straddled her and slowly eased his buttocks over her breasts. As she felt his firm round buttocks touching her breasts, she enjoyed the sensation. He gingerly lifted himself up and down.
"Oh that's a nice massage," she said. "Something different."
"I think it feels good too," he smiled.
As he massaged his buttocks against her breasts, she saw his cock getting larger and larger.
"I have to do something about those balls," she said.
"What do you want to do with my nuts?" he smiled.
"Oh I would enjoy licking them," she smiled, "and then I'd appreciate it if you'd drop them in my mouth. I think I could give you some excitement that way."
"If you would do that," he assured her, "I know I would get excited."
He didn't have to talk much longer in order to convince her. Her tongue began licking along the length of his cockshaft. Then he moved over her so his genitals were over her face. She reached up and massaged his buttocks.
"Lower yourself honey," she said, "and I'll lick your asscheeks."
Jeff lowered himself and she gingerly let her tongue slide around his bare behind.
"Oh that feels real good," he said.
He manipulated his body so one moment his behind was over her face, and then his balls were swinging in front of her. She was fascinated with his big balls and could hardly wait to lick them. She wanted to see if they would get larger in her mouth, since she had observed when she was doing the same thing to her son's testicles, that they did get bigger.
"Oh lick those nuts," he told her excitedly, "yes honey, lick them."
Her hot tongue swiped against them, and he became more and more excited.
"Oh wow!" he exclaimed enthusiastically. "I like that honey."
Soon her mouth was opening and she was taking them in. He got first one ball in and then the other.
"Now grab my cock and squeeze it," he ordered her.
She was happy to comply with his request.
She gripped his penis, and squeezed while she licked his balls in her mouth.
"Oh wow!" he panted. "I love that."
He was enjoying it immensely and so was she.
"Oh love me, baby," he begged her. "Love me."
They were enjoying it immensely now, and there was nothing that she could do about stopping. He wanted it more every minute.
"Oh baby," he begged her, "keep that action going."
The pleasure was building to a passionate pitch.
"Oh, I love those nuts," he said. "I love them when you lick them."
He was amazed what fantastic sensations she could create. It wasn't going to be much longer now, and she was going to be going up the length of his penis.
Letting his balls ease out of her mouth, she slowly licked the underside of his penal shaft. Then she licked at the sensitive glans portion of the penis.
"Glom onto my cock," he told her excitedly.
It didn't take her long to slip her mouth on it and hang in there.
"Oh wow!" he gasped excitedly. "Now you're doing it. That's the way I like it. Yes, baby, now you're giving it to me."
The passionate pleasure was building and building. The sensations that her mouth and her teeth and her tongue were generating in his genital organs surprised him.
"You sure give good head honey," he complimented her.
She nodded as she couldn't reply. Her mouth was too busy.
"Now honey," he said, "let me slide it around your throat. But I don't want to shoot. I want to hold it back baby, so I can slip it into your j pussy and give you a wild fucking."
She liked the way that he did it eagerly. He was trying to go about it casually and not get too stimulated. For Jeff realized that if he got his rocks off here, he would never derive the pleasure that he might if he could wait and slip it into her vagina and having her gripping it tightly there.
"Oh wow!" he gasped. "This is too much."
Suddenly he was getting there.
"Fuck," he said. "Fuck."
He withdrew just as the stickly semen started to surface at the slit of his cockhead.
He pulled down there, his eyes wild with excitement and lusty desire.
"Oh baby," he told her excitedly, "are we going to have fun!"
He smoothly slid his penis into her vagina.
"I'm going to fuck you honey," he smiled.
He stabbed it into her, and she shoved forward. Her vagina muscles gripped his sliding penis tightly.
"Oh Jeff," she smiled, "I love this. You sure know how to give me a good fuck. Oh baby, fuck, fuck baby, fuck."
She was begging for it now and he was driving in there rapidly.
"Keep it going honey," she told him. "Yes baby, yes baby. That's the way to do it. Now you're fucking. Oh, I love it."
He was pumping it into her, in hard rapid thrusts.
Her hands were all over his body now. Her hot hands smoothly slid from his back down to her behind.
"He told her, "Slip a finger in there, honey."
She was toying around his anus. Suddenly she slid a finger up there.
"Way up in my asshole," he begged. "Yes. Now you're doing it, that's the way I like it. Oh yes."
He was ramming it to her good now and she was loving every throbbing moment of it.
"Fuck it baby," he told her, "fuck. Fuck it baby, fuck. Oh yes baby, fuck, fuck."
She was getting it alright, the way that she wanted it.
"Oh wow," he gasped excitedly. "That's beautiful. Yes baby, that's the way I like it."
The sensational cockstabbing action continued. Every moment was bringing them more excitement, more pleasure.
"Oh I like that," he cried ecstatically. "I like that, baby. Keep it up honey."
The pleasure was building as she continued.
"Yes baby," he told her, "you know how to give a man a good time. I'll tell you that. You've got a nice tight pussy. You keep it well oiled."
The natural lubrication from her vagina walls helped him. He could stab it in superbly.
"It's not going to be much longer now baby," he said as his knees bore down in the mattress.
"Oh I love the feel of your ass while I'm getting it," she exclaimed. "It's fantastic baby. Yes baby, that's the way. Keep it going."
He poured it into her with added steam. "Fuck me," she cried. "Fuck baby, fuck. Yes, fuck it. Now baby, now!"
Suddenly the rock hard cock exploded within , her. She ground her hips around, and was so stimulated she could hardly stand it.
"Oh baby," she gasped, "that's what I wanted. That's what I needed."
She juiced a second later. She clasped him tightly as his asscheeks flexed.
"Oh Jeff baby," she said squeezing his ass, "I loved it, loved it."
He continued shooting in her, until he had completed his cum.
"Beautiful," she smiled, "what a fuck." Little did she realize as handsome young Jeff pulled his mainstem out of her mound that her son had been standing by in the hall. He had been grasping his penis and stroking it slowly. He was tortured and tormented now as he didn't want to get it off with his hands. He was beyond the hand job action, he wanted to move on to better things, but he couldn't now. Mom was too busy with the man that he had brought home for her.
He kicked himself over and over for such stupidity.
"Well I'd better get going," Jeff said. "I want to get home before Brian's mother comes home." "Thatfs right," she said. "I've got to clear out of here too."
"Why don't you come with me?" he said. "We could go to some motel and fuck all night" For a moment the idea appealed to her. She was thrilled and excited at the idea that the face mask had worked so well. The make-up job had done the trick. Even though he recognized she was a little older, he was still crazy enough about her to want her in a motel to ball her. "Thank you, but no," she said. "Why not?" he demanded. "Why the fuck not?" "My husband Leonard woudn't appreciate it," she explained. "Dammit, you would have to be married," he said.
It made her son extremely happy that she had turned him off for more sex. It would have really killed him if he thought he would never get his rocks off with her.
Jeff began dressing and she looked at him longingly.
"Maybe we can get together again," she said. "Give me your phone number, baby," he said, "and I'll check you out. Tell me when your old man isn't home, and I'll call then."
"Thank you darling," she said, "but you'd better do it through Brian."
"What's this hang-up you've got with Brian?" he demanded.
"I enjoy balling him," she said. "He's excellent."
"Well I wouldn't think he would be at all," he told her.
Brian who was standing in the hall was so angry to hear his buddy betraying him like this he wanted to step in and throw a fist in his face. But he decided against it. He figured that
.he might let the cat out of the bag. All he would need to do is step into the scene and have her say son and let him say Mom, then the truth would be out about their incest relationship.
He couldn't risk that. He slid his cock back into his shorts and zipped up his fly and tiptoed upstairs.
Meantime Jeff got dressed. Jan knew that she had to get dressed too. So she got dressed and pretended she would be leaving a moment or two later. "Well," he said, "I'll drop you off any place." "Well thank you," she said, "but I would prefer taking a taxi."
"You sure like to make yourself out as quite a secret fucker, don't you?" he said.
All at once the wig got caught and fell off. "My gosh," he exclaimed, "you're wearing a wig."
"What's it to you?" she said. "Well," he said, "I thought you were a little more honest. I noticed you had plenty of heavy-make-up and those ridiculous eyelashes and green eyeshadow. But I never figured you had a wig too. I'm glad to know those bosoms are the real thing, and your pussy was nice and tight. Did you put some alum in it?" "What kind of a question is that?" she said. As she became more angry, the facial mask that she was wearing began losing its tightness.
"My gosh," he exclaimed. "It looks like your face is falling apart. You're an old dame. Your hair, it looks stringy. It doesn't look like much. All you've got is a body."
"Wasn't that all you wanted?" she said. "You couldn't fuck anything else, could you?"
"Well I sure got taken in," he said. "Good thing I didn't pay for it."
"Get the hell out of here," she stormed.
"Gladly," he said. "Before you give me any more surprises. Maybe I'll find out you've got an artificial pussy."
"Get out of here," she yelled at him. "Do you hear me?"
Upstairs, her young son could hear the commotion. He couldn't help but be concerned about what was happening. He didn't dare step down now, but he waited until Jeff was gone.
She locked the door and then she went over to the sofa and began sobbing. He went downstairs and put his hand on her shoulder.
"What's the matter Mom?" he asked her.
"That damned bastard Jeff," she snapped. "Where did you ever meet him?"
"At school," he said quietly. "What did he do to you?"
"Oh my wig fell off," she said, "and he began making fun of me. And when I got angry my mask slipped."
"I told you Mom, it was a risky thing to pre- tend what you, were pretending," he told her frankly.
"Well I guess it was," she said. "I wanted to have an illusion one night."
"But when the illusion blows up like bubbles, and the truth emerges, then you feel pretty lousy, don't you?" he asked. "Yes," she exclaimed. "I do. I feel awful." "Mom," he smiled. "I love you." She threw her arms around him and suddenly he felt strong and like a mature man. "I was watching you," he admitted. She pulled away from him and glared. "You were a Peeping Tom," she said. "I knew someone was watching. I could just feel those eyes on me."
"Oh don't be so uptight Mom," he said, "it was a lot of fun to watch you fuck."
"Well if you want to watch me fuck so bad," she said angrily, "I should have mirrors in the bedroom." "Not a bad idea," he told her. Together they went into her bedroom. "Take off everything honey," she said, "Mother wants to give you a rub-down."
"I didn't know you could give a massage, Mom," he said in surprise. "You'd be surprised what I can do," she chuckled.
It didn't take him long to get his clothes off. And as he lay there naked on the bed, she walked over and sat down.
"A little oil on your back, baby," she said, "will ease the tension."
She poured some oil in her hand and then massaged his back. As she smoothed her hands over his buttocks, she became more and more intrigued with the idea of sex with him.
"Oh son," she exclaimed, "you have such a beautiful body."
She was eager for action and so was he. She let her hands wander down to his firm round behind. Then with both hands she kneaded and massaged him and squeezed.
"Slip your hand down there between the crack in my ass Mom," he told her, "and get that prostate massaged."
She slid her hand down there where he told her. She enjoyed the feeling of it there, as it was the seat of his manhood. She massaged vigorously, and soon he was hot.
"Oh that feels good," he told her. "Real good." The pleasure was mounting now and she was going out of her mind with the eagerness to have sex with him.
"I've got an idea," she smiled, "I'll just oil my breasts and massage your buttocks."
She oiled her naked bosoms, and let them slip over his asscheeks.
"Oh that's great," he told her, "that feels beautiful."
The pleasure was building. "Oh squeeze my ass with your bosoms," he told her.
She continued crushing her bosoms against his asscheeks and he was getting more and more stimulated.
"Oh Mom you're beautiful," he panted with pleasure.
It wasn't going to be much longer now and she knew it. The sudden pleasure that surged through her body was building.
"Oh wow!" he panted, as he felt her licking his asscheeks.
"What do you want now Mom?" he smiled. "You know what I want," she said. "Turn over and I'll turn on." He flipped over and she reached for his penis. "Oh that's a hard cock honey," she smiled. "I sure like it."
She massaged it eagerly now and he was more and more stimulated.
"Keep that going, baby," he told her. "That's what I like."
She licked his testicles while she played with his penis. He loved the action.
"Oh Mom," he panted, "keep doing it. That's beautiful. Lick up there."
She licked the underside of his shaft, and slipped her mouth smoothly over the end of it.
"Oh wow!" he panted. "That's what I like. Yes, Mom, now you're doing it."
The pleasure mounted every moment. He knew it wouldn't be much longer now.
"Gobble it," he told her, "yes baby, gobble it."
The super sensations now that charged through her body were driving her out of her mind.
"Yes honey," he told her, "that's what I like.
Come on baby, do me."
He reached for her head and guided her.
"Come on honey," he told her, "gobble it."
He was thrusting vigorously now, and she clasped it with her lips.
"That's how it's done," he gasped excitedly. "Yes, that's the way to do it."
The super sensations now that surged through his body had him quivering.
"Oh wow!" he panted. "That's beautiful. Keep it up."
At this point he was trembling with emotion.
"Oh baby," he gasped excitedly, "you're too much. I love this."
As she continued mouthing him, he felt the balls tingling.
"Work the balls," he told her, "work them with your hand."
She reached over and massaged his testicles.
"Keep it up," he told her. "Yes, that's the way to do it."
The fantastic pleasure that she experienced, now was creating wild excitement within her loins.
"Hang in there, honey," he told her, "for you're going to get a big load. It's going to explode in a minute, Mom." The creamy white cum did explode. "Oh wow!" he gasped. "I'm shooting. Gobble my cock. Oh yes!" Quickly she licked him off. "Oh yes," he gasped, "that's what I like." Slipping her mouth off smoothly, she smiled. "Can Mamma lock her legs around her lover?" she grinned. "Any time," he told her. She locked her legs around him and he loved it. "Yes, baby," he told her, "do it" The hot tongue pumped in there. Licking it vigorously excited him.
"Keep it up baby," he told her. "Yes, that's what I like."
She pushed her muff in his mouth and he licked in rapid fire strokes.
"Eat Mamma's pussy," she panted. "That's it honey, play with my ass. Now you're doing it."
He continued doing this, giving her more and more pleasure.
"Oh honey," she panted, "you are wonderful. Now dip in your tongue. That's the way, baby, just eat it, Jeff."
The moment she said Jeff he pulled his tongue swiftly out of her vagina.
"Don't ever mention his name again," he said. "I have a mind not to eat you."
"Oh honey," she said, "don't stop now. Mommy needs some passion."
He flicked his tongue around her slit and let it slip smoothly in there. He-stiffened it just as she told him to.
It burned him up to think that his buddy Jeff had been where he was now. He wanted to forget him and all of the traumas involved with his having sex with his Mom.
"Sweep in there, baby," she said. "Lick the sweet pussy."
As he licked quickly, he could tell that she was beginning to juice more and more.
"Oh wow!" he stammered. "That's what I like. Yes baby, now you're doing it. Oh lover, yes."
The super sensations were creating pleasure for him every second.
"Oh sweetheart," he stammered, "I love this. Yes baby, yes."
There was no doubt about it he was getting action like he had never had before.
"Eat that sticky pussy," she panted, "eat it baby, eat it."
He thrust his tongue back to her and began licking quickly.
"That's how Mamma loves it," she said. "Oh I'm cuming. Eat my pussy juice."
His tongue lapped her up eagerly.
"Oh that's wonderful," she exclaimed. "I love it, honey, I love it."
He pulled out of her and she was satisfied and relaxed. As she lay there she began talking to him seriously about the future.
"What's going to become of us darling?" she smiled at him.
"What do you mean Mom ?" he asked.
"Well you and me honey," she said. "What's going to happen to us?"
"I don't know Mom," he said. "We don't want anybody to ever know about us."
"I should say not," she said. "That would spell trouble."
"Trouble with a capital T," he told her.
Suddenly she thought she should tell him something about his father.
"I've tried to keep it a secret before dear," she said, "and I might as well tell you the truth. Your father failed me miserably sexually."
"What do you mean Mom?" he asked.
"Well I mean this dear," she explained. "I was left unsatisfied. And an unsatisfied woman becomes very confused."
"How do you mean Mom?" he asked.
"Well your father was a drinker like I said," she explained, "and with all of his drinking and all, he couldn't get it hard. So your poor mother had to have a soft cock in her."
"You mean it wasn't big and thick like mine?" he asked.
"Yes," she said. "He could get it that way but he was loaded most of the time. And when a man drinks honey, that's when he's a little older, then he can't get it hard at all."
"Oh that's sad," he said nervously.
"It certainly is," she said. "And it makes me feel sick just thinking about lying there wishing I had a great big cock in me."
"But you'll never have to lie there now wishing you had that again," her son said proudly, reach- ing down and clasping his penis in his hand and his balls with his other hand.
"No darling," she said. "Thanks to your nuts and that huge cock of yours I'll be expertly taken care of."
"But what happens after I go to college?" he asked. "What do you mean dear?" she smiled. "Well I'll be meeting girls who will fuck. They say that a lot of girls in the dorms carry on. And I'll have my own chick no doubt in the dorm. It's all recommended in the magazine." "Which magazine?" she demanded. "One of the biggest ones," he said. "The name escapes me. But I read about it."
"Well that's just awful," she said. "Think of them doing things like that on the campus."
"I don't think it's awful," he said. "I'd have to go to a whorehouse if they didn't have a whorehouse right at school."
"That's not a nice way to talk dear," she said. "Don't you have any character ?"
"Sure I've got character," he said. "But I've got a hard-on too."
He looked at her and laughed.
"Well the morals today aren't like when I was in school," she said. "Before a fellow would put the make on a girl, he would have to buy her dinner."
"Yeah," he said. "Times are changing. Nowadays when they say can I take you out to dinner, they mean can I eat your pussy?"
"Yes," she said. "I know the double meaning of that nice hot lunch. It happened once when I was working in an office and a guy asked me if I could give him a nice hot lunch. I didn't know what he meant, of course. And when he took me into this hotel and wanted to register, I was outraged when he said didn't I understand his question."
"You see Mom," he said, "they were doing things like that back in your day."
"I guess they were honey," she said, "but they weren't quite so bold about it. In the dormitories, the boys used to be in one dorm and the girls in another. Now the boys, and the girls are together in the dorms. And the welfare rolls are full of pregnancies resulting from it."
"Well you can't blame nature?" he said. "It's perfectly natural, that when you slip a penis in a pussy and it juices, and the egg fertilizes you're going to have a baby."
"Well that's true honey," she said, "and if you get enough babies like that, you will have a pretty upside down world. Nobody knows who their father or mother will be, because a lot of those babies are put out for adoption." "I know," he said, "it isn't nice." She looked at him and smiled. "But we're above all of that crap, aren't we love?" she asked him.
"Sure Mom," he said. "I care an awful lot about you."
"Good for you darling," she said. "And don't think your mother doesn't care about you too. It's not just the fun I have fucking you baby, it's love."
"I know," he said. "But you do enjoy fucking too, don't you?"
"That's just part of it," she said. "I like you as a human being. I accept you as a good person."
"And I accept you Mom," he said, "as a mar-vellous piece of ass."
"That sounds like a wedding ceremony, doesn't it?" she smiled.
"They never mention ass in church," he said.
"Well not exactly," she said. "But when they say I do, they should have put on the word I do screw."
"Now how would that sound?" he laughed. "That would sound terrible."
"Well it would sound honest," she said. "Those are screwing rites they're getting. Well I will say one good thing for it. It gives the baby a name.
Otherwise, there would be a lot of little crawling children around this world with nobody caring to accept them. So marriage does give the family some measure of respect."
"Like our family?" he asked her. "Well our family is the exception," she said. "We sort of got off to a bad start, your Dad and me. It was that drinking that done him in." "Done him in?" he asked. "Is Daddy dead?" "I mean done him in as a human being," she explained. "I have no idea where he is. He disappeared, you know that. When I asked him for a little money to take care of you."
"That was a convenient time for the bastard to step away, wasn't it?" he smiled.
"Now Brian," she told him, "you mustn't speak that way about your father. He meant well but he just couldn't walk by a bar."
"He should have worn blinders," he said, "and maybe my life would have been easier."
"That's very true dear," she admitted. "If your father had been less concerned with passion and more concerned with love everything would have been different."
He knew that she meant what she said but strangely he felt fury and rage when he thought of his father.
"The man has no right to bring a kid into this world and dump him," he fumed.
"Well that's the truth," she said. "It certainly is."
Then she said softly, "But you mustn't blame him, for his Daddy done him wrong too."
"Do you mean old Grandad was a drunkard ?" he fumed.
"Well he did like the sauce," she explained. "He came to visit us one week. Your father said that his father had been ill. I didn't really want him to come and live with us, but your father promised he would be quiet. That was before you were born, darling. Well you should have seen him the day he moved in. Grandad came in with a handlebar moustache and he was weaving.
"I asked your father what was wrong. I didn't know much then and he didn't tell me. He said he had a little problem with balance.
"I could see that," she said. "And I was disturbed. I thought he would fall down, or something. Well, that night he got drunk, and he fell on a marble table in the bedroom and slit it in two. Then he took tomato juice from the kitchen to the bedroom and spread it all over the floor, all over the walls. You've never seen such a horrible sight in your life." "I guess old Grandad wasn't much fun," he said. "It certainly wasn't fun," she complained, "and as far as being quiet he wasn't quiet one bit. He came in with a piano, a violin and drums." "Was he a musician?" he asked. "Well he thought he was," she said angrily, "but he wasn't. I'll never forget him pounding those horrible drums. And then he would play the violin. It was really disgusting."
"Did the neighbors complain?" he asked. "All the time," she said. "They were forever calling the police and saying that we had some noisy drums in our house. I made a big fuss and told them I'd sue them for slander. But of course if it had ever gone to court we would have lost. I'm sorry to say old Grandad was a terrible drunk, as was your father. That's why I've been very reluctant to have you drink, son."
"Do you think I've inherited my desire to drink?" he asked eagerly.
"Why honey," she asked him, "have you been drinking?"
"Yes," he said. "In secret."
"Oh horrors," she exclaimed. "Secret drinkers are the worst kind."
"Is that right?" he asked excitedly.
"I'm afraid that's the truth honey," she said. "I hate to tell you that but that's how it is."
"Alright," he said sadly. "I'll lay off the liquor. I don't want to wind up like Dad or Grandad."
"Well I can't say I blame you," she told him. "They really posed problems."
He looked at her lovingly and began licking her breasts.
"Oh sweetheart," she sighed ecstatically, "you don't know how good it feels when you lick Mamma's breasts."
As she watched his cheeks suck in, it seemed as if she was flashed back to his baby days. She could see him as a little boy licking her breasts. She could see him obtaining his food in this manner. And all the love and adoration that she felt for him became more intense.
"Oh.baby," she sighed, "I love you so much. I love you baby. I love you."
There was no doubt in her mind that she did love herspn. The emotions that she felt surfacing in her had to find fulfillment.
She let her hands roll around his backside and then she was feeling of his asscheeks. As he licked away more at her breasts, she was gripping his buttocks.
"Oh Brian baby," she sighed, "Mamma loves you so much. Too much. And how will it all end? I wish I knew."
The vague sound of her voice was matched by the vague fears. For she knew within her innermost being that only tragedy could come of their love. She knew that either she would find someone that would mean much to her or he would. The likelihood of her finding someone was more remote. The possibility of him finding someone was much closer.
"Sweetheart," she said, "will you always love me as you love me now?"
He pulled off her nipple and smiled. An open honest smile and assured her, "I'll always love you Mom. Always, no matter what."
CHAPTER SIX
In the days that followed, her fears proved well founded. For Brian kept his eyes open all the time.
When a new girl showed up at school, he felt lis cock bristling with excitement. The tingle in kis balls told him he liked her. Her name was Laura.
She was a beautiful blonde. Her big blue eyes and her ready smile excited his imagination.
"Laura baby," he told her, "I really dig you."
"Oh is that right?" she smiled. "I bet you say that to all the chicks."
"No baby," he assured her. "I don't. I don't have to put up with the chicks at school. Not by a long shot, honey."
"What do you mean?" she asked not fully comprehending what he was saying.
"I've got me a lover," he told her. "Somebody who really digs me."
"Well good for you-baby," she said. "You don't need me then."
"That's just it," he smiled. "My lover can't compare to you."
"Well I'm a good girl," she said. "So maybe I'll be a big disappointment to you. I suppose that you'd expect me to go to bed with you."
"No," he said, "you don't have to go to bed with me. We could do it in the car."
"That's worse," she said. "I am a girl who doesn't believe in having sex before marriage."
"I don't believe it," he said, as he looked at her.
"Well look at me," she said. "Meet an old fashioned gal."
He was startled to look at a girl who could say such a thing. He could hardly believe that this could be true.
"I just don't believe it," he repeated.
"Well it's the truth," she said seriously.
"Alright," she laughed. "I will test you. If you will offer me money, I wouldn't go to bed with you."
"I don't have any money to offer, baby," he smiled. "Just my heart and my hard-on."
"That's a pretty interesting combination to offer anyone," she said.
"What do you mean honey?" he asked Laura not really comprehending what she was saying.
"Well it's this, baby," she explained. "Most men come at you with one thing in mind. They want to bed down with you. I don't dig that scene. I have feelings too, and they aren't all between my legs."
"I know you do," he told her. "You are a beautiful woman, and I'll bet you had a lot of cats who wanted to lay it on you."
"Too true," she said. "And I'm spoiled. I'm used to people making over me."
"And I can see why," he assured her.
"Sweetheart," she smiled at him. "You don't know how much I love you."
"I have a pretty good idea," he told her.
Before their conversation was over he had Laura promising that he could take her to a movie the following Saturday night.
When he came home that day he was all excited and delighted.
"What are you so happy about?" his mother asked as he came in the door.
"Am I happy about something?" he demanded.
"Well obviously you are dear," she told him.
"What is it?" he asked.
"Well I'll tell you what it is," he said. "Well I have found a girl in class that I dig."
"Well that's interesting," she said nervously. "Tell me about it."
"Alright," he told her, "her name is Laura. She has blue eyes and yellow hair. She looks like an angel, Mom."
"Well they all do at your age," she said, "but believe me, looks are deceiving. What is she trying to do? I suppose she wants to bed down with you immediately."
"As a matter of fact, she doesn't," he told her.
"Did you ask?" she asked.
"Well sure I did," he said. "What did you expect me to do when I see a new girl like Laura? Every guy at school will be after her ass."
"That's nice," she said. "Turning her into a tramp before she has an opportunity to prove what a nice girl she is, or isn't."
"Why do you say isn't?" he stammered.
"Just from the way that you're talking about her," she said, "I can see that she has excited your emotions. And, your sex emotions primarily."
"Oh no," he told her, "I feel something for her. I want to protect her."
"Protect her from what?" she demanded. "Protect her from the other fellows who want to do what you want to do? You don't fool me none. You're after her body and I'm against any relationship involved with this girl. It can only end in disaster."
"You bug me Mom," he said, "I'm not married to you."
"I never said that we were married," she said, "but I always did say that we have a beautiful thing going. And what you are talking about with this girl is anything but beautiful, it's sordid and ugly. And I don't care to discuss it further."
"Well you don't have to worry about me," he said, "I don't want to talk about it either."
He was becoming more and more incensed as he thought about it.
"Mom," he stammered, "you know I love you."
"I don't know whether you do or not," she said angrily. "When you come home and tell me about some girl, some girl who's probably a slut, I don't know what to think of you anymore"
The whole matter was extremely upsetting to her. She didn't like to think of it as it was getting her all unwound.
"Oh Mom," he exclaimed, "you don't want me to go out on Saturday night and take her to the movies with our car?"
"My car," she said flashing green with envy. "Of course I don't want you taking her anywhere. I know what those drive-in movies are. They're passion pits. I don't want you to go near one."
"You can't boss my life," he said.
"No," she said angrily, "I can't. But I sure as hell can do everything in my power to save you."
"Save me?" he said. "Save me from what, Mom?"
"From the pitfalls," she said, "that you are sinking into. It makes me sick to think of what's happening to you."
"Oh I can imagine that," he said. "Look Mom. You're uptight. You know you are. So just relax. I'm going out with Laura and I'm going to take our car."
"I forbid it," she said. "You are not going to do it."
"Then I'll do what I please," he insisted. "You're not going to go to one of those passion pits on Saturday night," she said. "I see what goes on in those places. It's disgusting."
No matter how much she protested, he was determined that he was going to do it. When she realized how completely futile it was to argue with him, she let him go.
"I hope you have a wonderful time," she said, as he left.
The sarcasm in her voice indicated how angry she was. He ignored it.
"Aren't you going to kiss your mother goodbye?" she said.
"Alright Mom," he said. He walked over to her and put his arms around her. He kissed her lightly on the cheek.
"That's not a kiss," she complained. "I'll show you what a kiss is."
She opened her mouth and slid her tongue around his lips. Then she started to slide her tongue into his mouth. He held his teeth there making it impossible.
"You little bastard," she snapped. "You're defying me. Just like your father did."
She looked at him angrily, and told him, "Get out. Get the hell out. Get out of my life. Go to hell, you bastard."
He stormed out of there and he was glad to be gone. As he went out to her car he couldn't help thinking how wonderful it would be if he could put the key into the ignition and drive on down the highway and never come back.
He got on the freeway and turned on some loud music to drown the torture that was tormenting his mind. His first date with Laura would have to be like this.
As he drove down the freeway he looked at the other cars. He looked at people as he passed them. He wondered if they could possibly be a tormented as he was. He hoped not, as he was at the point he wished he could drive into the center divider.
All at once he became hypnotized by the wire fence of the divider. He came closer and closer to it. He almost went into it when he heard a horn behind him. It pulled him out of his stupor and his suicide desire. He swerved, barely avoiding a crash.
Now at last he was driving down the highway to Laura's house. When he got to Laura's place he was a bundle of fears. "What's wrong with you?" she asked him quietly.
"Does it show?" he asked.
"All over," she said.
"I had an argument with my Mom," he said. "About the car. You see we only have one car.
And I wanted to take it."
"You are sure she wasn't angry because you were going out with me?" she asked him.
"Now why would my Mom care if I was going out with you?" he laughed.
"Well I guess she's jealous," she said.
"Jealous?" he said. "What do you mean?"
"Well I didn't mean jealous," she corrected herself. "I mean uptight about you using the car. She had her own date and she's jealous of me getting to use the car."
"Oh doesn't her date have a car?" she asked, as he began getting deeper and deeper in the web of his own detection.
"No," he said. "He doesn't have a car."
"What kind of man does your mother date?" she demanded.
"Well he doesn't have the money to get one, and he doesn't.like driving in traffic. It's dangerous."
"Sounds like he's living in the Dark Ages honey," she said.
"Well the freeways are dangerous," he said. "I almost had a crash just now."
"Well if you aren't a safe driver, I don't know whether I could go with you. You do have a license, don't you?"
"Sure I do," he told her. "Don't worry about it."
"I'll try not to," she said. "But from all that you say, I feel a bit jumpy."
"I can understand that," he said.
Finally Laura and Brian went to the drive-in movie.
"Oh this looks like a great picture," she said. "I think it's a sequel to the 'Creature from the Black Lagoon'. It's the 'Creature from the Green Lagoon'."
"Well it sounds putrid," he said.
"Well of course it has something to do with putrid," she said. "As the green lagoon is all slime and mold."
"Oh ugh," he said, "I'm going to keep my eyes off the screen."
"Well if you're going to do that," she asked, completely puzzled, "why are we going to the movies?"
"Well there are other things you can do at the film besides looking at the screen," he smiled.
"I think I know what you mean," she said, "and maybe I should ask you to turn around and take me home."
"But you won't, will you?" he smiled.
"Well no," she said, "I guess I won't. I'll be generous."
As they went into the drive-in movie, young Laura was fearful. He said enough to make her sure of one thing. She was going to wear a sim- pie chastity belt that her mother had made.
As he bent over to touch her and slip his hand under her panties, he got a big surprise.
"What are you wearing?" he demanded.
"My chastity belt," she said. "Mother made it for me. She said whenever I went to a drive-in to wear it."
"It's awful," he said.
"Not awful at all," she said. "It's protection. Apparently I need plenty of protection going to a picture show with you."
She focused her eyes on the 'Creature from the Green Lagoon' and enjoyed it immensely.
"Oh that's a great film," she said. "The creature can really act."
"Oh I can see that," he said. "He can say three words: gurgle gurgle and blob."
"Yes," she said, "but he's been in that lagoon for millions-of years. You don't expect him to suddenly speak as well as you and I do, do you?"
"Well no," he said, "under those conditions, I suppose not."
As the picture progressed he tried to think of firings that he could do to excite her. He reached for her breasts and got another jolt.
"What have you got there?" he demanded.
"A rubber bra over my regular one," she said. Tm not going to have your hands touching me there. I knew -what you would try to do. I told you I came prepared."
The only thing he had left that he could think to do was to expose himself to her, hoping he would excite her.
He reached to the other side of the car to open the glove compartment. He pulled out a small flashlight. Then he unzipped his fly. Reaching in, he pulled out his thick penis.
"Oh look at that," she exclaimed. "That's beautiful."
He focused the flashlight on it, and she gasped.
"Is that horrible?" he asked.
"I wasn't looking at the movie," she explained. "I was looking at your cock."
"Haven't you ever seen one of these things before?" he stammered.
"Never," she said. "Daddy never let me near him when he was naked. And I must say it's a horrifying looking object."
"It may not look good," he apologized, "but it sure as hell feels good."
"I bet it's slimy like that creature up there," she complained.
"Reach over honey," he said, "and feel of it." Begrudgingly she reached over and felt of it.
As she felt of it, she found it throbbing. "It has a heart beat," she said.
"No," he told her, "it has a pulse beat. It's a pressure point. Baby there's a lot of pressure in those balls. You should see when it shoots cream. It shoots up, like you wouldn't believe."
"Well it is interesting," she said. "It is a curi-. ous looking thing too."
"Well it is something that you look at not only for beauty. It's something that has a lot of practical use."
"Of course," she said. "How would you urinate if you didn't have that?"
"Well I don't mean just that," he smiled. "I mean the practical use of sexual pleasure."
"Oh," she said, "well you're not slipping it into my pussy. I'll tell you that."
"No," he smiled, "you've taken care of that. But you haven't closed your mouth up."
"What are you talking about?" she asked, as formed an O with her mouth. That was too enticing and he reached over, grabbed her by the neck and pulled her down over the length of his cockshaft. With her mouth hrmed in an oval, it fitted perfectly. To her enormous surprise, she enjoyed it. "Fasten your lips around it, baby," he told her. "I'll plug your mouth up with penis. Reach down there and play with my balls. It will cum quicker."
She was hypnotized with his words and she reached over and felt of his swelling testicles.
She massaged them skillfully as she slipped her mouth up and down the length of his cockshaft. "Oh that's beautiful," she panted. "Yes baby, that's beautiful."
The pleasure was continuing now, and he was enjoying it more every moment.
"That's the way I like it," he told her. "Yes baby, that's the way to do it."
The enticing excitement of the act brought shivers of delight to both of them.
"Oh honey," he said eagerly, "you're doing me. That's the way to do it baby. Keep it up."
She continued giving him the excitement that he wanted. He could hardly stand it now.
"Oh, ah, yes baby, yes. That's the way. All the way, baby."
The super sensations that continued were building to a momentous climax.
"Eat my cock," he told her, in a masculine manner. "Eat it, baby. You'll love it. Now you're doing it. That's the way to do it. Love it."
She continued doing him, and he became more and more excited.
"Yes baby," he told her, "now you're licking it. That's the way I like it. Hang in there."
She was hanging in there alright and he was loving it. Every minute was more and more stimulating.
"It's full of juice baby," he said. "And when you agitate those big balls down there, you're going to get more, because the more excited I get, the more juice I can give. And if you want to milk it with your mouth, you listen to me, baby."
She listened and was delighted.
"Oh baby," he gasped excitedly, "that's beautiful. Keep it up."
The excitement was building now to a passionate pitch.
"Eat the cock," he told her. "Yes. Eat that cock. Now you're doing it. Oh, ah, yes, yes. That's the way. Keep it going."
Now he slammed it to her and thrust vigorously.
"Oh, yes baby, yes. Now, now, now!"
Suddenly the juice erupted in her mouth. It shot in a steady stream.
"Eat it," he cried excitedly, "eat that cock. Now ru're doing it. That's what I want. Eat the cock."
She was happy and delighted now.
"Oh wow!" he panted. "That's beautiful. Keep it going, baby. Keep it going."
The pleasure that he obtained at this moment was fantastic. It was a thrill to indoctrinate her to the ways of lovemaking.
When she finally slipped her mouth off him, she had a new expression on her face. One of happiness and joy that eclipsed any beauty that she had before. She knew him and he knew her. "How was I?" he smiled. "You were wonderful baby," she said. "I'm sorry I put up such a big fuss. Once I got down there I enjoyed it. It was thinking about it that made it seem so terrible."
"The same applies to your pussy, baby," he told her. "If you think about it, it seems awful. If you do it, it's wonderful."
"You want to lick me down there?" she asked him.
"I'd do anything for it," he said. "Because
I know you'd be a sweet juicy pussy."
She told him quietly, "Well I'll unlock my chastity belt."
When her chastity belt had been removed, he pulled down her panties and looked closely at her vagina.
"Let me put the flashlight on it," he asked her.
He turned his flashlight on and glimpsed her moist quivering pink flesh.
"Oh baby," he told her, "that looks so beautiful."
She was happy that he was enjoying it. "I want to lick it, and love it, I want to eat it," he said.
"Will I juice just like you did?" she asked, puzzled about the ways of the flesh.
"Yes baby," he told her. "And this is going to be the greatest day of your life. When you feed me."
His tongue slipped around her slit and then he stabbed it in vigorously. He licked the velvety vagina walls, and nibbled at her clit.
"Oh Brian, baby," she said, "I love that. Yes, I love it. Eat my pussy."
It was strange she thought, as she floated on a cloud of passion that he had placed her on when his tongue slipped around there. How much she enjoyed it. "Eat me honey," she cried. "Eat my pussy." His pumping tongue continued. Every moment he was becoming more and more excited. "Oh faster, baby," she said. "Faster." He slid his tongue into her and she pushed forward. Her forward pushing action had his tongue stabbing into her pussy movements. They were getting closer and closer to climax. The pleasure that they were both enjoying at this point had reached a frenzied pace. "Oh baby," he sighed, "this is too much."
He got his tongue back in her and gripped her asscheeks with his hands. He held on as he stabbed away. He used his tongue like a penis. The pumping action got her hotter and hotter. "Eat me," she cried, "yes. Eat me." It wasn't going to be much longer now and he was waiting for that magic moment. Suddenly she juiced. He licked quickly, devouring all the fabulous substance from her cave.
Taking his tongue out of her, he smiled. "Now I'm going to put something in you that you'll love. My cock."
He had a shy, sly smile as he straddled her. "Oh give it to me," she said. "I wanted it so many times. I imagined what it would be like to have a man stick his cock in me. Oh wow!"
She was dizzy with delight as his rock hard cock thrust in there.
"Yes baby," she panted. "Do me. That's what I want. Keep it up honey."
The passionate pleasure that he was enjoying at this moment was almost more than he could stand.
"Oh baby," he groaned in delight, "you are too much."
Her lips were all over him now, kissing him. He could tell she appreciated getting fucked.
"Give it to me, baby," he told her. "Give it to me.
When he realized that he was breaking her cherry with his first stab, it ignited him all the more. It hurt her for a moment, but now the pleasure was fantastic.
Together they pumped to a juicy, colorful climax.
Withdrawing from her, he smiled.
"Baby," he told her, "you are too much. I really dig you."
She looked at him with adoration written all across her face.
"Sweetheart," she smiled, "I wanted you. But I tfdn't want to admit the truth. I wanted you bad."
"Good baby," he told her.
Now he felt sad. He really had to tell his mother that he had found a girl he loved. He didn't know how long the relationship would be, but it fed far more meaning than the one with his m.
It tortured him as he thought about what he d to do.
"What's got you uptight baby?" she asked. "Oh nothing," he said. "You see there's an- er chick I care for before you came along." "And you don't know whether you like me bet- than her?" Laura asked.
"No honey," he said, "that's not the problem. I know how much I care for you. I care a helluva lot."
"I see," she said softly. "You are thinking of how you are going to tell your mother." "Right on," he said. "That's exactly it." "Well don't think about it," she said. "I can see how it hurts."
The feelings that were going through her now were strange. She had never been in this position before and yet she didn't want to let the other person suffer.
"What will your mother say?" Laura smiled.
"Well I'm going to tell her I found this other i woman," he said. "Because I love you."
"How do you know you love me?"
"I do know," he said. "But I can't put it in i words. It's just something that came over me."
"You mean like love at first sight?"
"You might say that," he said. "The first time I laid eyes on you I knew I'd make out. I could see it."
"Now is going to bed, love?" she asked.
"I don't mean that alone," he assured her. "I mean I knew we would have a good time together. It was almost like we went together."
"I know what you mean," she said softly. "I know exactly what you mean."
"Why?" he asked eagerly, "did you feel this for somebody else?"
Before she replied she looked at him. He was puzzled by her silence.
"Go ahead and tell me," he told her. "I can take it."
"I felt the same thing for you Brian," she said. "Since I laid eyes on you. I thought there's the man for me. But I was afraid."
"You didn't have to be afraid of me baby," he told her. "I thought too much of you. But I thought down deep you wanted it as much as I did."
"Sure I did," she said. "But I wanted you to sweat for it. I figured that if I was an easy make, you wouldn't dig me."
"You've got the right idea," he said. "Anything worth fucking is worth fighting for."
Her arms were around him now and they were kissing passionately.
"Baby," he said, "we've got to clean up the mess."
He pulled out some tissues from the glove compartment and they cleaned up. Then they looked at the remainder of the movie.
His arm was around her shoulder and she snuggled closer.
"Brian," she said, "I'm not as innocent a girl as you think."
"What do you mean?" he asked her.
"Well," she said, "I want to be honest with you, baby."
"Go right ahead," he said.
"Well," she said. "I did have some strange sex with somebody a few times."
"What do you mean strange?" he asked. "Are you a lesbian?" She laughed. "No honey," she smiled. "Nothing like that.
Women don't turn me on."
"Well what is it?" he asked, trying to unravel her secret.
"Well," she said, "I've got to know that you won't hate me when I tell you."
"Hate you?" he demanded. "Now why in hell would I hate you?"
"Because baby, you could," she insisted.
"Well I never would," he told her. "There's nothing you could do that would make me hate you."
"I never told anybody this," she said, "but my father used to make me blow him."
"What?" he said, bristling to attention. "You see," she said, with a hurt tone in her voice, "I never should have told you. Now you will hate me, Yes, it's true. It's all too true. My father used to force me to have sex with him. He used to force me to blow him."
"Oh no," he told her, "I can't believe it. That sounds too awful."
"It was terrible," she admitted. "And I'm ashamed of it. I mean it."
There was no doubt about it, she was feeling awful.
"Honey," he smiled at her, "let me tell you something. You don't have to feel ashamed. He .forced it on you."
She shook her head slowly.
"No," she said. "He didn't. You see, Mom was away at the hospital for an operation. And I knew that he was not getting his regular sex. I used to hear them in the bedroom when Daddy was drinking. He made a lot of noise. So when he was left alone for a month I figured he needed something. I thought I could use my hand and I slipped into bed and stroked his penis. He loved it but then he said, 'Put your mouth around it honey.'
"So I slipped my mouth over his cock and ate it."
"Then you did put on a bit act with me tonight?" he demanded.
"Let's say the act of love," she said.
"Well it depends on how you defin it," he said.
"Maybe you are right. Maybe it was love that made you tell those lies."
It was obvious to him that she was being a bit difficult.
"You know honey," he said, "I think about you a lot and I worry about you."
"Do you?" she said.
"Yes baby," he said. "You've had a rough time. If you have been molested as a child, you never can have a normal life ever after."
"Maybe that's true," she said. "I never thought about that. But I read a book about it. I think it was called 'Lolita' or something. Some older guy, I think her father, had sex with her."
"That's right," he said. "It changed her life forever."
"Can you accept me after such an awful thing like that?" she said.
"Yes," he said. "I can accept you. For one thing, I thought you were too good at it to be a beginner."
"Did you really?" she asked. "Was I really good at it?"
"You were very good at it," he told her. "And you enjoyed it a lot. I could tell from the enthusiasm you put into the action,"
"It's true," she admitted. "I did enjoy it. I enjoyed it immensely."
She looked at him with happiness and joy written over her face.
"I guess I'm leveling at last," she said. "And I've found someone I want to level with. The whole bit about the chastity belt and the rubber around the bra are all a defense mechanism."
"You sure know a lot of big words honey," he said.
"I learn my psychology lessons well," she said.
"That's the truth," he admitted.
For a moment he was puzzled. Should he tell her about his relationship with his mother or not? Inasmuch as she had a similar entanglement with her father, he figured that perhaps she could understand what he had gone through.
Then he had second thoughts. He thought it would definitely be the wrong thing to do and he decided ag-ainst telling her.
"What are you thinking about?" she asked him, seeing how perplexed and puzzled he was.
"Oh nothing," he told her.
"Oh yes you are," she said quietly. "Something is troubling you."
"Does it show?" he asked.
"Yes," she nodded. "It shows real bad."
"I'm sorry," he apologized.
"Really baby," she said, "you don't have to apologize. Really you don't."
He drove her home and let her off. He kissed her passionately as he said goodnight and went on home to his Mom.
When he walked in the door, he was hardly prepared for the cyclone that was about to greet him.
"Where in hell have you been?" she asked him, slurring her words drunkenly.
"What's it to you?" he said as he stormed upstairs.
"You're not getting off as easy as that, bastard," she shrieked.
He went into his room, but he couldn't lose her. She was pounding on the door. "Don't shut me out," she shrieked. "I'm sorry Mom," he told her. "You'd better be sorry, damn you," she snapped at him angrily.
"Have a heart Mom," he said evenly. She was not listening now and he was troubled. "Mom," he told her, "take it easy." She shrieked back at him, "I won't take it easy till I'm six feet under and the worms are eating me."
"You're out of your mind," he said.
"I'm not out of my mind," she snapped. "I've come to my senses. You used me. You used me just like your father did. You had your fucks and that's all you wanted. Now you toss me on the scrap heap. Damn you!"
He couldn't take any more of this. He sat down in the hallway and angrily glared at her.
"How dare you talk that way to me," he said angrily. "I've been a good son to you. You talk about being used. Well you used me. You've taken my youth and tried to drain it with your pussy and your mouth. That's all over. I found someone."
She was stunned into silence when he said this. She figured that he'd only found a cheap chick who would give him some sex. But she never figured he would say to her after one night's date that he had found someone.
The inflection in his voice told her it was someone he cared a lot about. That only made her feel more horrible.
"What do you mean?" she demanded.
"I found someone who cares about me," he told her.
"Not like I do," she said softly. "You know I love you dear. After all we've been through together. How can you talk with me this way?"
"I'm sorry," he said evenly, "but I did find a girl I'm crazy about. And she's nuts about me."
"Crazy is the word," she said. "It all sounds crazy to me. You picking up with this girl. I just can't stand the thought of it."
"Don't be that way Mom," he told her.
"I can't help it son," she said softly. "You have picked up with a tramp. You ought to be ashamed of yourself."
As he looked at her he realized how difficult she was being.
"Honey," she said, "won't you listen to me?"
"No," he said. "I'm not going to remain at home forever, and satisfy your sexual needs. I'm not going to be used by you."
"Your father deserted me," she said. "Left me alone, to bring you up. You don't know what it was like, going hungry to feed you."
"That was your problem," he said. "You had no right to bring a son into this world and not have a man to support him. Where was my example? You left me out on a limb. And I hate you for it."
CHAPTER SEVEN
Louise Mead had discovered how tragic her situation was with her son when he turned off her completely. Now she felt so ill, she didn't want to face life.
But she knew she had to go on. She figured that the best way to drown one love that had fizzled out, was to find another. But this posed a problem.
She decided that the best thing she could do would be go to a bar. At least, she reasoned to herself, she wouldn't be going after some young man.
She went to a local bar and it didn't take long before eyes were glancing her way. She made it a point to wear her wig and her facial mask. This always added to her good looks. She decided not to wear false eyelashes, because Brian's advice seemed sensible.
Now a young man was looking at her and studying her closely. She loved the hot glance that he sent her way. Finally, he moved over to the stool next to her and smiled at her.
"How are you today?" he asked her.
"Just fine," she said.
"You know," he smiled, "I would enjoy buying a drink for you."
"How thoughtful of you," she told him.
As they drank their liquor, they began to discover they had quite a bit in common.
"You know," he said, "the way things are in the world today makes me realize how important it is to enjoy yourself every day."
"That's the truth," Louise said. "Our politicians have gotten things so fucked up, that it makes you realize life is short and getting shorter. Those bombs when they go off don't argue. When they drop they cause havoc and death for thousands of people. And some day I figure they are going to use them."
"Well that's true," he admitted. "I don't like to think of it. I heard that there is a missile pointing at every city in our country. And we have other countries that might become hostile ringed with missiles. But what protection is there? We're all dead."
"Right on," she smiled at him. "As I always say, eat, fuck and be merry because tomorrow may not be there for us to do it."
As he spoke she felt his leg pressing against hers and his hand on her thigh.
"You're absolutely right," she said, "and I think we ought to have some fun baby."
"Your place or mine?" he smiled.
"I think we should do it at your place," she said.
"Alright baby," he told her, "it will be a lot of fun. Hey, I don't even know your name."
"My name is Louise," she said, giving him her real name.
"Great, Louise," he said, "my name is Bill."
"Bill," she smiled, "I hope you like to do everything."
"That's the only way to fly," he told her. He paid the bar bill and then she joined him in his car outside in the parking lot.
As she drove with him to his apartment she couldn't help thinking what a lucky gal she was. She reached over and began stroking his penis under his pants.
"You're real hungry tonight, aren't you?" he told her.
"How could you tell?" she asked.
"Because you're not letting any grass grow under your feet," he said. "You want it and you want it bad."
There was no doubt in her mind what she needed. As she stroked it, she became so excited she began unzipping his fly. She slid her hand in and pulled it out. Then she stroked it gently.
"Oh a beautiful hunk of meat," she smiled.
Then he told her, "Go on honey, play with it."
She reached in and pulled out his balls. She began fondling them and became more and more stimulated.
"You'd better quit playing with the cock," he told her. "It's going to go up. When that thing shoots, I want it in your mouth, your pussy or your ass."
"You don't mince words when you're horny, do you?" she smiled.
"No baby," he said. "I told you I don't." When they got to Bill's apartment, he suggested quietly, "How about you and I taking a nice show- er together? I always like to take a shower before sex."
"It does make it tingling and exciting to take a shower together, doesn't it?" Louise smiled.
As she took off her clothes, he caught sight of her body.
"Nice," he smiled, when he saw her vagina exposed to his view.
He went over and brushed it with his hand. "Honey," he said, "it's my lucky night tonight. I go in the bar a lot of times but I've never found anybody like you."
"Thank you," she said.
As they looked at each other, they became more and more aware of the fact that they cared.
"I sure am going to give you a good screwing, baby. You've got a nice mouth, and I'd like to slip it between your lips." "Me too," she told him. "I'd love that." The more she thought about it, the more stimulated and excited she became.
"Oh baby," he told her, "I've really got to ball you. You are driving me ape."
The excitement that awaited them how was building and building.
"Sweetheart," he smiled at her, "you want to eat me?"
"Yes honey," she said, as they got in the shower together.
She washed him off completely. She rubbed his back and then she let the soap slip between his asscheeks. She washed there, and he loved the sensation of her fingers feeling of his behind.
"Baby, are you going to eat that too?" he smiled. "You're washing it enough."
"I'll eat your ass," she said.
He turned around and she saw his enormous male member. It was extended to full length now. She let her hand stroke it and she reached down and fondled his ass.
"Oh baby, play -with the nuts," he told her. "I like that."
He was pumping it to her now in a most exciting manner.
"Oh yes," he told her, "that's right, baby. Do that, baby."
The pleasure that they were enjoying was increasing every moment.
"Oh honey," he smiled at her, "you are beautiful. That's what I like."
The pleasure that they were enjoying at this point was something else.
"Sweetheart," he said, "I can hardly wait to give it to you. And you know where."
As they looked at each other they were getting hotter and hotter.
They dried off and then went into the bedroom. She stretched out on the bed, and he got over her body. He straddled her, letting his buttocks slide on her breasts. And he aimed his cockshaft at her mouth.
She looked at his huge swinging balls and got more and more excited. . "Move up over my face," she begged him. He moved forward so his buttocks were even with her face. Then he lowered himself.
"You like this ass, don't you baby?" he smiled. "Well, lick the nuts and suck ass."
While she didn't suck his asshole, she did lick his asscheeks. This excited her, for she would lick one buttock while she massaged the other. She grabbed his penis and began pumping while she was giving him action there.
"Now baby," he told her excitedly, "you're going to get'it in the mouth."
The excitement was growing every moment. He couldn't stand it any longer.
"Oh honey," he panted. "You are beautiful. That's what I want. Yes baby."
The pleasure was building every moment now and he could hardly stand it. She couldn't either.
Grasping his .cock in her hand, she brought it to her lips.
"Oh honey," she told him, "I sure want to eat this."
As he slid into her mouth, her lips fastened tightly around the head of it. She got some of the juice from the surface of the cock, and this ignited her passion.
"Eat it," he told her, "eat it, baby."
The pleasure was building and building.
"That's a good way to do it, baby," he told her. .
He enjoyed seeing himself sliding in and out of her mouth. He liked to see it go in inch by inch and then quickly pull out. She would grab his ass as if to pull him back.
"Oh you like that, don't you baby?" he said. "Sure you do. You like every inch of it."
The saliva slickened penis shaft was pushing farther now. He was reaching for the back of her throat.
"Oh wow!" he told her. "This is too much. Oh, I can't stand it."
The pleasure was mounting and mounting. It wasn't going to be much longer now.
"Tongue me baby," he told her, "that's the way to do it. Lick it."
She was eager to taste his sperm. And as he shoved it harder, her hands massaged his buttocks. She liked the feel of his ass muscles as he continued pounding into her.
"Oh baby," he gasped excitedly, "that's too much. Keep it up baby."
The sensation of enjoyment that they were deriving from each other was increasing every moment now.
"Yes," he gasped excitedly, "that's what I want. Come on, baby, do it."
Faster and faster he pummeled into her.
"Eat it," he cried excitedly. "Eat that cock, baby. Yes baby, eat it."
She was gladly gulping him now. Every second was becoming more and more exciting.
"Eat my cock," he cried excitedly. "Eat it baby. That's the way I want you to do it. Eat the cock."
Suddenly he juiced in her face. She felt the hot steady stream of juice shooting into her. It seemed as if she was in her own kind of heaven. She loved the aroma of his balls bouncing on her chin, and she thrilled to the shooting juice.
Gulping him down, she finally eased off his cock.
"Taste good to you, honey?" he smiled.
"Delicious baby," she told him.
She lay down beside him a moment, but not for long.
"Honey," he told her, "I want to give your pussy a good licking."
He startled her and produced an unusual position. Instead of crouching at her crotch, he tried another angle. He went down there with his face and straddled her. His legs were on either side of her.
She reached out with her hands and massaged his buttocks while he ate her pussy.
"Oh baby," she told him, "this is fun. I'll rub your ass while you eat my pussy."
His hot tongue pumped into her. He was licking eagerly now, all along her velvety vagina walls.
"Oh sweetheart," she said, "you're getting me sticky quick."
Indeed he was as the juices began flowing. The great pleasure that they were experiencing now was increasing. His tongue acted as a magnet to the juice in her vagina walls. Soon it was flowing smoothly.
"Oh baby," she gasped excitedly, "I love this. Keep it up honey. Yes honey, do it. That's what I want. Keep it up, baby, love me."
The pleasure that they enjoyed was tremendous.
"Oh lover," she cried ecstatically, "you don't know how much this means to me. Yes baby, I love this. I love it more than you could ever believe."
Suddenly the excitement that he was enjoying with tongue pummeling into her was increased. For she was massaging his cheeks at a steady pace, and when he felt his buttocks being massaged he suddenly felt a finger slipping around his anus.
She pumped a finger inside his asshole and this excited him. He pushed back and forth, clutching at her finger as his hot tongue stabbed away inside her pussy.
He looked at the mirror and enjoyed this action at that angle.
"So this is a good way to make it, baby," she told him. "I like it."
The pleasure was building now and she knew she would juice in a second. Suddenly, her hot juices spurted. The hot spray was time for him to gulp.
"Oh baby," she cried, "keep that up. Yes baby, I love it."
The pleasure was great for him too. He never had a woman give his ass a better loving while he was eating her mound.
When he had finished getting her juice, he withdrew his tongue. He lay down with her and she caught sight of his enormous cock. "Honey, you're hard again," she told him. "Well what you did for my ass, got me there.
I guess you were massaging my prostate. That always stimulates me."
"I can see that," she said.
Now, she wanted to give him a good fuck.
"I want to stand up, honey," he told her, "and have you put your legs around me. And I'll stab it into you."
He got to his feet and she loved the sight of him standing there with his strong muscular legs and his gigantic cock sticking up.
"It's a little hard to do this, isn't it?" she smiled.
"No honey," he said. "I'll hold your ass and you wrap your legs around my waist. You put your arms around my neck, and I'll massage your ass while I fuck your pussy."
She thought it would be difficult, but nevertheless she wanted to give him what he wanted. She threw one leg up and he caught her ass in the air. Then she threw the other and she suddenly felt his penis slipping in.
"We made it," he said. "That's beautiful. We made it right off."
He was stabbing it to her now as he held her buttocks in his hand.
"This is the way to do it, baby," he said. "It's a lot of fun."
She nodded and smiled.
"Kiss me," she said. "What for?" he said. "I'm fucking." She didn't like the fact that he refused her a kiss. It was perfectly obvious to her that he had no intention of putting any love into the act. It was raw, unadulterated sex. .
"Fuck it, baby," he panted. "Fuck. That's it. Give it to me."
He was becoming more and more excited every moment. She loved the way he was stimulated over the act.
"Keep it up honey," he told her. "That's what I want. Fuck baby, fuck."
He continued stabbing it in there and he was getting more and more excited every minute.
"Oh baby," he gasped. "That's what I want. Keep it up baby."
The pleasure was mounting every second. As he slid into her, she became more and more eager for action.
"Oh, ah, yes baby, that's the way. Keep it going, baby. Yes baby."
He was pummeling it into her. She knew that in a moment or two she would be juicing.
"Fuck," he cried eagerly. "Fuck baby. That's it. Keep your ass moving."
She felt more excited than she had ever felt with another man. However there was something that was bothering her. This fuck was raw sex. There was nothing right about it. It was just a crude desire on his part to stab his penis into her any way he could.
It made her angry to think that he couldn't mention kissing her. And her mind flashed back to the sex she had had with her son. That seemed right. That seemed beautiful. This seemed cheap.
As he looked at her he realized she wasn't concentrating on screwing him.
"What are you thinking of?" he asked, as he went on stabbing into her.
"Oh nothing," she said.
It made her nervous that he could pick up on the fact that she was so concerned with her son.
"Concentrate on giving me a good screw," he said. "You're lucky you're getting my cock. A lot of women pay for it."
As he went on pumping his meat into her, she couldn't help wondering if he was a hustler.
"What do you do for a living?" she asked him.
"I'm an accountant," he said. "I screw on the side. And I get paid for it."
"Is that right?" she asked him, as she went on gripping his penis with her vagina muscles.
"Yes baby," he said, "that's right. A lot of women have doubled in brass, haven't they?"
"That's true," she said.
Suddenly she felt him stabbing harder. She tried to put on an act to convince him that she was wild about him.
"Fuck it," he told her. "Fuck, fuck, fuck."
The penis stabbed into her until he juiced. As the hot sperm shot into her, she clasped him tightly. His hands were at her buttocks as he held her in place.
"That's beautiful," he told her, "beautiful."
He eased it out of her and then he let her down to the floor.
As she walked away from him over to the bed, he smiled at her.
"You've got a great ass baby," he said. "I'd like to fuck it up there too."
"I don't dig that trip," she said.
"I've got an idea," he told her. "You and"I could put on sex carnivals."
"I don't care to go the sex carnival circuit," she said.
"Oh baby," he said. "You know it would be a lot of fun."
"Maybe you could," she said quietly, "but I won't get involved that way."
It disturbed her to see him acting like this.
"Honey," he smiled. "You and I could have a great time."
"Forget it," she said.
She was really disturbed by the fact that he was thinking of her as a very cheap slut.
"Just how cheap do you think I am?" she demanded.
"What do you mean?" he said. "I'm offering you a great opportunity. I think sex is beautiful, and if people want to pay to watch other people pay, what's wrong with that?"
From the way he asked this she realized he was pretty involved in such sex.
"Oh nothing," she said.
Without saying a word, she slid into her clothes. And then she got dressed she felt relieved.
She looked at him and said quietly, "I'm going now."
She left and went back to her home.
When she got home, her son Brian was wondering where she had been. She usually fixed him dinner but she hadn't done it.
"Where the hell you've been Mom?" he said.
"What's it to you?" she said.
"Why I just wondered if you were alright," he said.
"I've never been better," she said.
"Mom," he said, "how about more sex? Would that help you out?"
"No honey," she said. "You and I are through."
"Why," he stammered, "what happened?"
"You told me the other day you had a girlfriend that meant a lot to you. Go after her. I'm through with you and through with sex."
"Oh Mom," he said, "some guy give you a tough time?"
"Not exactly," she said. "He taught me a lesson. A lesson I won't soon forget. I learned that sex without love or real feeling is hollow, and meaningless."
"Well we felt good when we fucked, didn't we?" he asked.
"Yes," she said. "We had a lot of fun doing it. But it wasn't' right. You see, there are some things that you can enjoy, baby, and some things that feel good. But they're wrong. It's like drinking honey. You have a lot of fun when you're stoned. But it's not right. It's dangerous. You understand.?"
"Yeah, I guess so," he said quietly.
"Remember honey," she said, "I told you when we started sex together it couldn't end good. It didn't. I'll tell you what happened."
As he listened to her recount the episode at the bar and its aftermath when the young lover asked her if she wanted to hustle with him at sex carnivals for rich people to watch them fucking, he understood what she meant. "I'm glad you didn't go that route Mom," he said. "I have a lot of respect for you."
"I don't have much for myself," she said. "Today I realized for the first time how cheap and common I was. It was evil and sick of me to involve you sexually. Forgive me, baby."
He put his hand in hers, and told her frankly, "There's really nothing to forgive. You did nothing. Sure, I guess if we told other people what we did, they'd say we were rotten people. But we're not. Actually Mom, we both were frustrated without Dad. It doesn't work for a man to have kids and not take care of them. If I do marry this chick I'm going around with now, and if we had any kids, I'm going to show my kid all the love I know how."
"I know you will," she said. "As you are a loving human being Brian. Our love got a little twisted, but it was still right as rain."
They looked in each other's eyes and they knew that what she said was true.
She left him alone and went to bed. Brian knew that his sexual relationship with his mother was over. In a way he regretted it. But he knew it was for the best, and he had a lot of respect for her, for she had the guts to face up to the truth.
