The relationship between a mother and son is one of the most sensitive, and beautiful. However, when this delicate bond is twisted into a sexual nightmare by lust, it becomes a nightmare of torture, turmoil, and trouble.
Such was the case with the mother around whom our story revolves. Her own sexual frustrations and yearnings put her in a vulnerable position. When the temptation became too great, she succumbed and carried on sexually with her own son.
The carnal craving could not be satisfied with only one encounter. She felt the need for more - much more, and didn't hesitate to approach her son again, asking for more sex - which he glady gave her.
The terrible longings that tortured her, pulled her into one bizarre sexual act after another in her persistent endeavor to keep her son for herself.
Finally, her son felt the urge to find his own sexual-mate, and do some experimentation. But this was where Mom objected. She felt she could offer so much more than a chance get-together with a young girl who might give him some dread disease, she argued. But her arguments were all in vain. For her son was bound and determined to experience sex for himself, the way he wanted it.
However, the price she would someday have to pay for her pleasure was blurred from her mind through the overpowering passion she had for sex with her son.
Finally, she was forced to realize what a tragic mistake she made the first time she allowed herself to step across that line from love to lust, with her hot-blooded young son.
The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
Margaret Lansdale looked at her young son Bill and could hardly believe her ears.
"Bill," she said nervously, "I don't know what to think of you. You know that you have absolutely no right to be playing around sexually with a girl when you're not married."
"Mom," Bill exclaimed, "all the kids today are fucking:"
She was furious, when she heard him use this word in her presence.
"Look," she said angrily, "don't you ever use that word in my presence again."
"There's nothing wrong with fucking, Mom," he tried to tell her.
"It's lovemaking," she said nervously. "That's what it's referred to."
"Well Dad never talks about it to me," he said, "how in hell am I supposed to know the word you expect me to use around the house?"
"Well I'll tell you," she said quietly, "there are words that are fitting and there are words that are not, and I don't ever want to hear you use that four letter word f - - - you know what in this place."
"I'm sorry," he said nervously, "but I suppose I'm just a hellcat."
"You're not a hellcat because you have sexual feelings," Margaret tried to explain to her son, "but there is a right and wrong way to express that feeling, and it's wrong, dear, for you to desire to express these feelings with these horrid young girls who are getting pregnant at the high school."
"There's one girl," he told her, "who gives out."
"And I know who she is too," she said quickly.
"She's Cindy, isn't she?" she stammered. "I saw the two of you together."
"I never put my thing in there," Bill said quickly.
"Well, you'd better not," she said, "but you had your hands on her."
"I can't help it, Mom," he said, "I'm only human."
"You're too human," Margaret Lansdale complained. "Your father has been like that too. He has been a philanderer."
"What's that?" he asked.
"That is a man who plays around with women."
"Does Dad do that?" Bill asked eagerly. "That explains why he never talks about sex with me. He didn't want to tell me what he was doing."
"That's probably true," she said, "Your father is a very weak man."
It didn't make Bill happy to have his mother say these things about his father whom he secretly admired.
"Let's knock it off," he told her, "you do what you want to do and I'll do what I want to do."
"You will do as I say," she said emphatically.
That was all that she had to say to her son about sex that afternoon. But that long evening when she was alone waiting for her husband to come home when the bars closed, she heard her son rustling around in his room. She wondered if he had tried to sneak Cindy in.
She slipped into her negligee and tiptoed down the hall. As she opened the door she got the shock of her life. There was young Bill with a centerfold open in a magazine. A naked woman was sprawled across the centerfold and Bill's hand was on his penis. He was pumping vigorously.
"How dare you!" she gasped in rage and indignation as she caught her son masturbating.
Bill dropped his hand.
"What are you doing here?", he said, as hot spasms went through his body as his own mother looked at his nudity.
"You know that that is not right," she said, "no man ever plays with himself. What do you want to grow up to be?"
"You're awful," he complained. "You won't give me any privacy."
"Not with this kind of activity," she said self-righteously. "And if I ever catch you doing it again, I'll tear up those magazines."
Bill clutched the magazine to himself, and then she walked over to him. She tried to regain her composure as she realized some of the rage she was actually taking out on him was actually rage that should have been directed toward her husband. For a long time she had been outraged at her husband's activities, and she realized it wasn't fair to take it out on him.
As she sat on the edge of the bed and looked at her naked son with his penis still erect, she wondered what to do.
"I guess it's not all your fault," she said misty eyed. "If that father of yours had any decency, he would tell you what a young boy does when he has this sex thing hit him."
"What do you think I should do?" he demanded.
"Sports are a wonderful thing, dear," she said. "Swimming is a marvelous sport. Track is great too. I don't want you getting into football, or you'll come home a bundle of broken bones."
"Well I can't exactly sprint now, can I?" he said, "and I'm not going to go swimming."
"A cold shower would help," she said.
"Would it?" he asked eagerly.
As he spoke to his mother, he found himself being strongly attracted toward her well formed bosoms. He glanced down at her crotch and got turned on there too. Now he was nervous and didn't know what to do.
"I'll turn the shower on for you," she said, getting to her feet and walking across the bedroom in her filmy negligee.
As he got a good look at her wiggling ass, he got still more turned on.
"Mom," he said as he walked toward the shower, "would you wash me off?"
"Why Billy," she laughed, "I haven't washed you off since you were a little baby."
"You used to wash me off when I was six, seven years old," he reminded her.
"Well I guess I could soap you down, dear," she admitted.
All at once Margaret found herself fascinated by her son's body. As he stood there naked in the shower with his gigantic cock standing up in front of him, she found him appealing. He reminded her instantly of her husband. Vividly she could recall when her husband was somewhere near her son's age. She married him when he was twenty, and now her son was just turning eighteen.
"Wash my balls, Mom," he smiled.
"Well I didn't intend to wash your intimate areas," she explained.
"But that's where I want you to wash, Mom," he smiled.
She reached down under his balls and cupped them in one hand while she brought the soap down with the other. He loved the sensations as she ran the soap over his testicles.
"And now my cock," he said.
"You mean your penis, don't you, dear?" she asked in motherly correction.
"Alright," he said, "wash my penis."
She let the bar of soap slide along the length of his penis. He loved the sensations, as she did this, and she loved it too. Soon she was finding herself getting wet.
"You're all wet," he said. "Get in the shower too."
"Oh I couldn't do that, dear," she said. "It wouldn't be good for you to see me naked."
"Are you afraid to show me yourself?" he asked her.
"You know I'm not," she said. "That's ridiculous. We would never have any sexual attraction for each other, but it just would be improper."
The wetter she became, the tighter the sticky negligee clung to her body. Finally she decided it might indeed be a very good thing to remove it. She slid out of it slowly, and then naked stepped into the shower with her son Bill.
Bill looked at her great breasts and asked eagerly, "Could I wash them off?"
"What?" Margaret asked, having been so distracted by him rubbing the penis she hadn't observed him looking at her bosoms.
"Those beautiful bosoms, Mom," he said.
When her son said beautiful, something clicked within her. It was as if her son's words electrified her sexually. She felt hot, aglow and ready for sex.
"I guess it wouldn't hurt if you want to," she said huskily.
Reaching for the bar of soap he began washing her bosoms off. She loved the sensation as his hands moved up and down and round her great breasts. Then, she went on stroking him.
"Pull it for me," he smiled at her. "That feels fantastic."
She was developing a rhythm with her hands, and it pleased and excited him.
"I told you that you shouldn't do that," she reminded him. "So I mustn't."
"Oh there are so many things I want to do to you," he told "her. "You're so beautiful, Mom, I could eat you."
"It would be your mother's shame if you did," she said.
"Please let me eat you," he said.
"Honey," she said. "Let's get out of the shower, I'll dry you off."
Margaret was feeling two emotions now. Guilt, mingling with desire. It was a see-saw battle between guilt and desire, and desire was winning out.
"Oh Mom," he said, "What I could do with those luscious bosoms of yours."
"Don't be silly, dear," she said, "a son never is supposed to be attracted to his Mom's own body."
"That depends upon the Mom," he flashed her a knowing grin.
"All of your compliments aren't going to get you a thing," she assured him.
"Not even a little blow job?" he demanded with a sly smile.
"What are you talking about?" she demanded. "Blow job, what's that?"
He laughed at her as he stood there with his penis still erect and hard.
"A blow job, Mom," he explained, "is when a guy gets a chick to go down on him."
"Explain yourself, dear," she said. "You young people these days are forever speaking in riddles."
"I'm not speaking in riddles," he smiled, "I'm telling it like it is. I want you to wrap your hot mouth around my cock. Now do you know?"
She looked at him in amazement.
"Why Bill," Margaret said in shock and disgust, "how could you ever suggest such a thing?"
Now Bill knew it was his job to entice his mother down on him. He grasped his penis in his hand and squeezed. Some juice surfaced at the head of his cock.
"Now Mom," he smiled, "you know you want it as bad as I do."
"I do not," she assured him. "I wouldn't think of doing anything with you."
As he dropped to his feet, he brought his mouth even with her vagina. As his hot tongue flashed away at her slit, she found herself giving in.
"It's so beautiful I couldn't help it," he explained.
Now she was silent. Silenced by the dropping beat of her own heart. Silenced by the burning desires of lust that flamed through her body.
"Oh Bill," she said, "don't do this to me."
"I've got to Mom," he said, his voice tremoring, "I've got to eat you."
Her son's tongue stabbed inside her vagina. Now she was .turned on, ignited, delighted, "Oh wow!" he panted, "what a beautiful pussy you've got."
She still couldn't speak. She felt guilty but not to the point where she could tell him to stop, for she was enjoying herself too much.
"Oh Bill," she finally blurted, "we've done the unforgiveable sin."
"What's that?" he said, pulling his tongue from her pussy a moment.
"That is incest," she explained.
"Now who is talking in riddles?" he demanded. "I don't know what you mean by incest."
"Incest, dear, is when a parent finds a child of his own sexually appealing. Then I'll confess, Bill, I wanted you for myself. The reason I was so upset over you making love to Cindy was that I wanted you to make love to me."
"Oh Mom," he whimpered, "what are we going to do about us?"
"Why, Bill," she said. "Why are you so upset?"
"Because I've wanted to fuck you for a long time," he admitted.
"Don't use that word," she complained.
"Alright," he said quietly, "I wanted to make love to you. Put it your way. But it adds up to the same thing, Mom."
"I'm ashamed of both of us," she said. "It's terrible. There's something wrong with us."
"Maybe we were wired wrong at the factory, Mom," he suggested.
"I wonder that sometimes myself," she told him, "because ever since you were of age I was interested in your body."
"You mean that first erection?" he asked, as his mind flashed back to the time she caught him with a hard-on for the first time.
"Yes dear," she said, "It hit me like a ton of bricks. I knew I had to have you."
"But you didn't touch me," he said.
"It was all I could do to hold back," she said, "your father sickens me. He has gone around with every tramp in town. No wonder I can have no respect for him. No wonder my life has been covered in shame, guilt and remorse."
"Oh Mom," he cried, "let's go into the bedroom and do what we have to do,"
A couple of tears rolled down his cheek at the realization that both of them were yearning for the identical carnal desires.
"What else can we do?" she said, as if caught in the web of circumstances and felt herself unable to fight it any longer.
Her son's lust ignited her own. She went into the bedroom and pulled back the spread. Then as she pulled back the coverlet she looked at him and said, "What if your father comes in?"
"Oh you know Dad is always drunk," he said, "he won't come in until the bars close."
"That's the truth," she said, "but I was just trying to think of an excuse not to go through with our affair."
"An affair?" he smiled. "Is that what you call it?"
"Why are you laughing?" she demanded.
"Because," he said, "nobody calls it an affair anymore. They call it you-know-what."
"I know what," she reminded her son. "I don't want you talking that way anymore."
The more that he talked, the more excited she became.
"I sure know how to eat pussy," he enthused. "And you're going to like the way I eat yours."
"I'm sure that you're good at it, dear," she said. "Your father was very good at it. As a matter of fact, he was almost too good.
"What do you mean, Mom?" he asked.
"Simply this," she said, "when a man gets too good at sex, he gets tempted."
"You mean he wants to do it all the time?" he asked.
"Right on," she told him, "and that's what makes it so bad."
"I feel guilty," he said. "I really do."
There was something about it, she was feeling guilty, and with good reason, for she knew that she was doing the wrong thing. Yet, as she stretched out on the bed and spread her legs for him, she didn't feel guilty at all. Rather, she felt eager for action. She lay there and he got down between her legs.
"Throw your legs around my neck, Mom," he begged her.
She threw her legs around his neck, just as he requested. Then, he buried his face in her mound and went to work.
"Gome on," he told her, "let's have some fun."
She realized that he wanted it now, and she pressed her pelvis forward. Then he went to work.
"Oh, eat it," she panted, "eat my pussy."
He was surprised that she knew these words, so surprised in fact that he withdrew his tongue for a moment.
"I didn't know you knew those words, Mom," he said.
"Your Mom knows a lot of words she shouldn't know," she told him. "When we were first married your Dad used to eat me."
"But the old man doesn't eat your pussy any- more?" he asked.
"Unfortunately not," she said, "he has these other lovers to take care of."
"That's too bad," he said, "it really is."
Now he gripped her asscheeks in his hands once more and let his hot tongue glide away at her slit. Stabbing it in there, he suddenly flicked it across her vagina walls. Reaching down, she guided her son's head over her vagina.
"Eat Mamma's pussy," she begged, "eat it. That's what I want, eat Mamma's pussy."
He was delighted to give her what she wanted, and he was glad to get it too. Faster and faster his hot tongue stabbed away inside her. She knew it wouldn't take long at this clip.
"Oh," he exclaimed, "I love this. Yes, yes, do it!"
Furiously he went into her, and equally furiously, she reached out to grab his head and hold him there.
"Yes, yes, baby," she said. "Do it just like that. Now you're doing it. Oh, I love that. Just like that."
He didn't stop for a moment. And Be was bringing her closer and closer to climax with his licking, lapping tongue movements.
"Eat my pussy," she begged, "eat it. Oh, ah, yes, yes, eat my pussy."
She knew she would be juicing any moment, and she could hardly wait for that moment to arrive.
"Oh, baby," she gasped, "eat it, eat my pussy."
The sudden action was achieving wonderful results. Her body was trembling and shaking now.
Suddenly the hot white spray surfaced and juiced in his mouth. As it gushed, his mouth pressed tighter to receive it.
"Oh yes, baby, yes," she gasped excitedly, "eat that up. Ah, oh, yes, baby, yes!"
When Bill finally moved his mouth off his mother's mound, she looked like a different woman. It seemed as if she had been on a trip, a trip on LSD.
"What are you looking at me like that for?" he asked. "I just ate your pussy, that's all."
"Yes, dear," she said, "but you got me up to cloud nine with your tongue."
"Now it's time for you to do me," he smiled gleefully.
"Certainly, baby," she said, "and you have no idea how eager I am to do you."
Suddenly he was straddling her. As she felt his firm round buttocks gently pressing; on her breasts, she loved the sensation. A smile formed on her lips as she looked up at him as he pointed his penis toward her. "What are you smiling about?" he asked.
"About us," she laughed. "What about us, baby?" he demanded. "I was just thinking how wonderful it is," she said, "that we have each other. That's all we need. Just each other." "You're on the ball, Mom," he assured her. "All I know is that I love you, dear," she said, "and any physical acts of love is easy for me." "It's easy for me too," he smiled at her. There was no doubt in his mind now, about her desire for sex, and as she gripped his penis in her hand, she licked the head of it.
"What are you thinking about now, Mom?" he asked, as she performed each sexual rite.
"I was just thinking how delicious this tasted," she said, "and how a lot of other women would enjoy doing it, but they can't admit it."
"You mean Moms doing it with their sons?" he asked.
"Yes," she said. "You're a part of me. Of course I love you. I love you completely, and I can satisfy you."
"I know you can," he said, "I sure enjoy eating your pussy."
"I know you did, darling," she told him.
Now he could hardly wait to have her lick his cock off.
"Lick it," he begged, "oh yes, lick it. And while you're doing that, massage the balls if you will."
She loved the gentle way that he went about it. It was so different from her hardened drunk husband who would come in and demand her to perform sexual acts upon him. Tears moistened her eyes and then rolled down her cheeks.
"Now why are you crying, Mom?" he asked.
"Because, darling," she explained, "this is too much for me."
"Is it?" he smiled.
"Yes," she explained, "your father is just a bastard. When he fucks he makes so many demands. He doesn't know how to do it'with any finesse."
"What's finesse?" he demanded curiously.
"Finesse, baby, is when you put feeling and love into the act. He could never do that. He wasn't full of love, he was full of selfishness."
"Well forget about him and blow me," he insisted.
This time she convinced her son completely how much she adored every part of his body, and she wrapped her mouth over his cock and pulled him tightly to her, and began her vigorous mouth movements.
"Oh wow!" he panted. "That's beautiful, Mom, keep it up."
She knew she was pleasing him, and that was what excited her. She wanted above all else to give him a good time.
"Come on, Mom," he said, as she slid her mouth over his shaft.
He knew she wasn't very experienced at doing it, from the way that she began. He also knew that he would have to tell her how to do it, "Mom," he explained, "you're bungling it."
Sliding her mouth off his cock for a moment, she looked up at him.
"You're bugging me, baby," she said, "now let me do it my way. Are we going to rap or have sex?"
"Let's have sex," he smiled, "that's what I want, that's what I need."
He wasn't wasting any time now, as he stabbed it to her. Her lips fastened tightly around the cock shaft. She felt the juice starting to surface in his penib head. She loved this, letting his balls get a good jiggling action with her hand action.
"Oh," he gasped enthusiastically, "that's beautiful. Oh, Mom, do me!"
As he stabbed it into her face, she worked vigorously with her mouth movements to please him.
"Oh yes, yes," he gasped enthusiastically, "I love that, oh Mom, do it!"
Faster now and faster he continued. Every second was more exciting, more stimulating.
"Eat my cock," he gasped, "eat it. That's it, eat my cock, Oh, ah, yes, yes, I want it."
She was happy to accommodate him. And with fast movements he slammed away as his balls bounced on her chin. She loved the aroma of his loins. She thrilled at the sight of his saliva slick-ened shaft moving in and out in rhythmic pace.
"Blow it," he said, "blow it, baby, oh, ah, yes, yes, do it."
The super sensation that her mouth action was giving him was remarkable. He could hardly believe that she was so good at it. Apparently she was picking up knowledge quickly. Her passions propelled her into doing it very well. His big balls jiggled on her chin as he stabbed away.
"Keep it up, baby," he said, "keep it up. You're going to get a nice load in your mouth."
Encouraged by her son's suggestion that she was going to get a good load delivered in a minute or two, Margaret kept going. The exciting sensations that her son's cock stabbings created in her had her trembling. She felt, as his buttocks touched her bosom, that she couldn't stand it.
"You're trembling, Mom," he said, "I guess you want it real bad."
Now he rammed it down her throat. She felt it sliding down her throat and she gulped, for she knew it wouldn't be much longer.
"That's a great gulp," he chuckled, "and you're going to get it all the way soon."
Suddenly the creamy white sperm spasmed;
"I'm shooting," he cried excitedly, "I'm shooting my load."
Indeed he was, and Margaret was getting her first good load of her son's sperm. The delicious sperm was like a fantastic treat to her.
"Oh baby," he gasped excitedly, "is that ever juicy I"
Not only was Margaret surprised, but her son was as well. But he could never recall a time that he had shot such a big load. Apparently the passions had mixed with love and this had propelled him, ignited him, fired him up.
"Oh I love you, baby," he told her, "I love you. Keep doing it, there's more there for you."
She continued until he had finished. Finally, when he withdrew he looked at her. "How was it, Mom?" he asked. "In a word, delicious," she assured him. Then he moved forward and she let her tongue slide along his asscheeks. He loved the sensation of having her tongue lapping him. When she had finished biting and nibbling him there, she moved off and lay beside him. Wrapping his arms around her, he looked at her lovingly.
"There's nothing wrong with that, Mom," he said. "There was love there."
"The wrong kind of love," she admitted.
"No, no," he insisted. "Love is love."
"Not between mother and son," she reminded him, as guilt swept over her in waves.
She looked at him adoringly and once more tears clouded her eyes.
"Why are you always crying?" he asked, as he observed the tears running down her cheeks.
"Because," she said, "I can see so much more in this than you can. You know, darling, they would hate you if they knew what you were doing."
"Who would hate me?" he asked.
"Anyone who knew," she said. "You just can't do things like this and be accepted by society."
"Be accepted by society?" he said angrily. "What do I care about society?"
"You have to, honey," she warned him. "You have to."
"Why do I have to?" he asked angrily.
"I'll tell you why," she said, "you have to conform or be an outcast."
"An outcast?" he asked, not quite understanding what his mother was trying to explain to him.
"Yes, dear," she confided, "an outcast. Someone who is unacceptable."
For a moment she bristled herself. She heard something.
"What was that?" she asked him.
"Oh that was just a car with brakes squealing," he told her.
"Your father's car?" she demanded eagerly. "Dad is too loaded to put the brakes on that hard," he chuckled.
"Your father would do something awful if he ever caught us," she said. "It's true he doesn't treat any of us right, but if he ever thought we were doing anything wrong, he would be terribly angry."
"You've always been afraid of him, haven't you?" he asked.
"Yes, I have, and with good reason," she admitted.
"Will you tell me why?" he demanded.
"Alright," she said, "I guess I may as well tell you everything."
Once she told him she would tell him, she wondered if she should. She didn't say a word for a long moment. Then he looked at her.
"Well are you going to tell me or not?" he demanded.
"Alright," she said, "I'll tell you. You see, darling, there was a time when your father and I were madly in love. However, I had quite a bit of money and all of the properties were in my name. Then he decided we should make out our wills. Of course, it was a strange thing how it worked out. Most of the money in my will was made out to him. In other words, baby, it was a very good thing for him and a very bad thing for me."
"I see," he said. "The old man was using you."
"In a way," she told him. "But it was worse than that."
"What do you mean ?" he demanded.
"Well he tried to get rid of me a couple of times," she said.
Her son sat bolt upright in the bed.
"You sure of that, Mom ?" he demanded.
"Completely sure," she said. "I only wish I wasn't."
"Weil tell me about it," he asked curiously.
"I'll tell you exactly what happened," she said. "One evening, he was doing a little painting, and I went to the bathroom and got a glass and drank some water. I put the glass under the water tap, figuring that what was in the bottom of the glass was just more water. Instead, it was paint thinner."
"It was what?" he demanded.
"It was paint thinner," she informed him.
"Oh God," he said, "that's terrible."
"Sure it was terrible," she said.
"What did you do, Mom?" he asked. "The only thing I could do," she said, "go to the emergency hospital."
"And who put the paint thinner there?" he asked.
"I'll tell you that in a minute," she explained.
With a sigh she continued.
"I went to the hospital and they pumped my stomach. They got it all out. They said I would have died if I hadn't gotten there immediately."
"Oh tell me," he said curiously, "what did Dad do? What did Dad say?"
"Your father didn't say a word," she said, "not one word. Finally I asked him how paint thinner got in my glass in the bathroom."
"And what did he say?" he demanded.
"He simply said that he had made a mistake. That he wanted to wash his hands off as he was painting. He said he put the paint thinner into that glass and rinsed his fingers off."
"But he knew it was the glass that you drank out of," her son reminded her.
"He knew," she said, "and I knew. I knew he wanted to get rid of me. He did it on purpose."
"What was the second time?" he demanded.
"I don't know whether I can even talk about it now," she said. "It was so awful. I'd better not mention it."
"You've got to tell me," he asked her. "I want to know."
"I don't think I should tell you at all," she said, thinking it over carefully, "actually dear I'm sorry I mentioned this today."
"Don't be sorry," he told her, "there's nothing to be sorry about."
Just then she did hear a car driving up.
"Oh God that's him now," she said nervously. "You get out of here, dear, he's capable of anything. And don't tell anyone what I've told you. Our lives could depend on it. You understand?"
Her son looked at her with maturity now.
"I understand a lot of things I didn't understand before tonight," he said, "that's why you could never make out with Dad the way you should. That's why a lot of your passion was directed toward me."
"You're right, dear," she said, "that was why I felt so much for you and so little for him. I knew he was a murderer in heart, and I couldn't stand him."
"Oh I don't blame you," he assured her. "How could anyone stand a guy who would pull something like that?"
"Don't hate me, Bill," she said, "please don't. Later on you may want to hate me for what we did tonight, but remember whatever I did, baby, I did it with love. Love because I've got so little in my life."
"I would never hate you, Mom," he said affectionately. "But I hate Dad worse than ever."
"You mustn't hate him either, honey," she said, "he's a sick man. That's why he stays out and drinks, and, he might be on drugs for all we know."
"He's a dangerous man," he said, "I don't like to be around him."
"I don't either," she said, "but I'm trapped."
"You don't have to be trapped," he said, "you can always divorce him."
"It isn't as easy as that, darling," she assured him..
CHAPTER TWO
When Glen came in stone drunk, his wife pretended to be asleep.
"Hi honey," he slurred drunkedly.
"Don't you hi honey me," she told him, "you're stinking drunk again."
"Sure I am," he said nervously, "and why shouldn't I be? I don't have a son who loves me, and a wife who won't give me a good piece of ass."
"That's no way to talk to me," she said, "you come in here loaded all the time, what do you expect?"
"A little consideration from my family," he said, "and I don't get none."
"Did you ever think that you have to earn that respect?" Margaret asked her husband.
"Earn it?" he said, immediately taking off his clothes. "What are you talking about? I keep you weating, don't I?"
"Life is a lot more than that," she said, "emotionally we're starved. Sure you've got a nice house but both my son and I are famished for affection. It isn't much fun to live like this."
"What do you mean," he demanded, "Not much fun?"
"It's horrible, wondering if you're going to come home alive or dead."
"You don't have to wonder about that," he said, slipping out of his shorts and getting into bed with her. "You know that if I'm dead they'll take me to the morgue. If I'm alive I'll come home."
He laughed as he thought that he'd pulled a funny.
"I don't find your warped sense of humor amusing," she said. "Just an old drunk, that's all you are anymore."
"Now don't you call me an old drunk," he said, as he put his arms around his wife's shoulders.
"Get your hands off me," Margaret complained.
"I'll squeeze your breath out if you talk to me like that anymore," he said angrily.
As he said that, his young son Bill was standing at the door. He was ready to leap in, and sock his father. However, his father took his hands off his mother's neck immediately and rolled over and went into a drunken sleep.
The next morning Margaret had difficulty getting him up to get to work.
"Glen," she began, "time to rise and shine."
"It's the middle of the night," he stammered.
"The hell it is," she said, "it's seven o'clock in the morning."
"Did they change that time again?" he demanded.
"No," she said, "they haven't changed the time and the sun is still keeping the same schedule in the heavens."
"Don't mention heaven," he said as he tried to wake up, "because I know I'm slated to go to hell."
"Are you?" she asked. "Why do you say that?"
"I was only kidding," he said, "Am I on the witness stand all the time?"
"Why no," she told him, "do you feel guilty or something that you should be on the witness stand all the time?"
He sat up in bed and groaned and complained to his wife. He was getting more disgusted with her every moment as he had a hunch that she was rubbing it in about the poisoning incident.
"You're trying to tell me something, Margaret?" he demanded.
"Why no, dear," she said, "did you think I was speaking with double meanings?"
"You always are," he told her.
"It's your guilty conscience," she said. "Don't try to saddle me with your problem conscience."
"I don't feel guilty for nothing I've ever done," he said.
As he got out of bed, she noticed that he was wobbling.
"Maybe you'd betted stay home today, honey," she said. "You can't be going to work like this. They'd send you back some day."
"On a slab, I hope," he said. "I'm tired of living. What good is it, honey? We're all sitting around waiting for the bomb to go off."
"Don't be rediculous," she said, "it doesn't look as if we have a single thing to worry about."
"That's what you think," he told her. "Things go from bad to worse. Actually, I think we should go by the morgue and envy the dead."
"Now stop it," Margaret told him. "It's time to go to work."
She figured that as long as he was determined to go on, he might as well get there on time. For she knew that if he got there late there would be many problems that he would have to face.
Finally he did manage to stagger out of bed. When he was gone, and young Bill was up for breakfast, she talked with him some more. "About last night," she said quietly, "let's for- get it ever happened."
"How can I forget it?" he smiled. "I enjoyed it, Mom."
"So did I," she admitted, "but tha-t doesn't mean that we have a right to do it because we enjoyed it."
"Tell me about that second poisoning," he asked. "I've been lying awake thinking about that all night."
"I never should have told you about it the first time," she insisted.
"But you did, Mom," he said, reaching out and touching her hand affectionately.
"Go on," he insisted.
Both of them were so absorbed in what they were talking about, they didn't even notice the father walk in.
"Well, well, isn't this cozy," he said. "You two sitting here having a liesurely breakfast after you rush me off to work. I'm the work horse, the one who is supposed to support you in style."
"You bastard," Margaret snapped. "Coming in like this and scaring us. Your son has some problems. You never have any time to talk over any problems with him, so I do. And when I am willing to give him time and consideration, your son, our son, you throw insults our way."
"Oh I'm sorry about throwing insults your way," he said. "I know that is something you never do."
"I have to," she explained, "because that's the only type of talk you understand. You're heartless, you're cold and you don't give a damn about anything or anyone except yourself."
"Oh yes, I do," he told her, "it's just that you don't care to listen to my problems."
"You have your problems alright," Margaret assured him knowingly, "and they all link to the bottle."
"Yeah, but what makes me go to the bottle?" he demanded. "Did you ever think about that?"
"Sure I have," she told him, "I've thought about all the women that you chase around with. Those women are enough to drive any man to drink."
"Did you ever think it could be you?" he smiled smugly. "Precious wife, did you ever consider that it's your bitching, and humor that makes this home a miserable hell that drives me to other women?"
Now Bill stepped in. Rising to his feet, he glared at his father.
"Go get what you forgot, Dad, and get out of here. Mom and I are having a little talk."
"So now my own son is telling me to split."
"I'm just telling you to keep your mouth shut," he said. "Mom and I have a peaceful home when you're not around."
"Well you wouldn't have much of a home at all," he exploded, "if I wasn't paying the bill. And don't you, wiseass son, ever forget it."
"And don't talk to me that way," he said angrily.
The point had been well made, and he went and got the briefcase he had forgotten. He left without saying a word. When he was gone, Margaret looked at her son. Pride swept over her face as she thanked him.
"I can't thank you enough, darling," she smiled, "for what you did today. You really told your father off. It's about time somebody did."
"Well I'm becoming a man," he said, "and you aren't going to have to accept any of his crap anymore."
"Thank you, darling," she said quietly, "you don't know how much it means to me to have you."
"I'd kill him if he ever tried to lay a hand on you," he assured her.
"Oh I don't really think he's dangerous," she said. "He's such a bungler, he'd probably never be able to carry it off."
"You never know," he said. "Sometimes he might strike again. You see, once a killer knows that you're onto them, then they are afraid of you. He might just figure that his life isn't worth a tinker's damn, so he gets rid of you."
"I've thought of that," she admitted, "and it does make me feel edgy. But I try to throw that out of my mind. It isn't worth dwelling on."
"But you might have to dwell on it," he reminded her, "you can't run away from the truth for very long."
"I know that," she admitted.
"Mom," he said, "did you ever think of turning Dad in?"
"Of course not," she said. "It would bring shame on us all."
"Would it?" he asked her. "Why should it bring shame on you, Mom?"
"Because," she said, "dirt-rubs off."
"What do you mean by that?" he asked her to explain.
"Simply this, baby," she went on, "when a person gets into the slime and grime of things, the only way he can get clean is by dealing with other people. And, baby, you haven't dealt with anyone else."
"What do you mean dealt with anyone else?" he said.
"Just your Mom and your father," she said, "you have, no brothers or sisters. So, if the truth came out, that we both were a couple of bastards that had wrecked up our lives, it could hurt you, honey."
"I guess it could, couldn't it?" he asked.
"Certainly, dear, it could. That's why I've done everything in my power to spare you that hurt."
He put his arm around her affectionately.
"I really appreciate you, Mom," he said. "I don't often tell you but I do love you."
"I know you do, darling," she said, "and that's what makes life worth living. That is what has kept me going."
"Beautiful," he smiled, "that's just beautiful the way you put it."
"I couldn't put it any other way," she assured him. "That's exactly what I feel."
Margaret was relieved to hear Bill and to see him look at her with love. It wasn't only the lust that pleased her, but the love that thrilled her.
"Now Mom," he smiled, "are you going to te.ll me about that second attempt?"
"You want to know so bad, baby," she admitted. "I'll tell you."
She wanted to talk about it, yet she still couldn't find words.
"Maybe I should fix myself a cup of coffee," she said.
"A cup of coffee?" he said. "Why do you need that?"
"Because baby," she said, "I can hardly find the words to continue."
She fumbled for words, as she went to heat up some more coffee. Then returning to the table, she did continue.
"Son," she said, "we were traveling in Mexico. It was during the holidays, you remember the time."
"Yes," he said, "I stayed at Uncle Frank's place."
"That was right," she said. "The bastard called it our second honeymoon."
"The hypocrite," he commented.
"Well, we had gone to dine late one night. They dine very late in Mexico City. Now, baby, your father was crazy for me. Actually, he loved me dearly in one way and he hated me completely in another. It was this ambiguity within him that I'm sure caused him to do what he did."
"Go on," he said, "you're driving me crazy not telling me."
"Alright darling," she said reaching out and touching his hand affectionately, "I'll tell you, but it's only for your ears to hear."
As she continued telling her story he listened attentively.
"Here's what happened," she explained. "When I got back from that restaurant with that wonderful meal, I noticed my stomach felt a little upset.
The next morning I found it difficult to go to breakfast. We were walking in a park, and he said, 'You'll probably get better before you get worse!'
"What do you mean by that?" I asked him.
"Oh nothing," he smiled.
"The smile on his face told me a lot. As I told you, your father is the biggest bungler in the world. He had a look on his face like the cat that swallowed the canary. Well I went back to the hotel and he didn't come home for dinner. This worried me a lot, because I couldn't figure it out. Then, I began getting the most awful pains. Terrible pains next to my heart. I lay there on the bed, and I couldn't move. I was in this horrible misery, I thought I would die."
He looked at her and asked, "Now how did you connect father with this?"
"I'll tell you how I connected him," she said sadly, "he kept having women call. They would ask for him and tell him that if he came in there is a party that he was invited to. Of course, this only added to my torture. I could see how little he cared for me. It was perfectly clear to me, that he didn't give a damn. That he was only concerned with himself. And this tortured the hell out of me." "I imagine it would," he nodded.
"But what finally happened?" he asked her.
"Well the next morning your dear father came home for breakfast," she said, "and when he did he brought the most gorgeous young Mexican chick with him. I looked at her and I finally was iortunate enough to be able to throw up. I felt terrible, vomiting as he brought this girl into the bedroom."
"And do you think he poisoned some food?" he asked.
"I do," she said. "Of course I can't prove it, but I've never suffered like that any time before in my life. And I have every reason to believe that it was something he had done."
"No wonder you hate him so much," he said.
"Believe it or not," Margaret said sadly, "I don't hate your father, I still love him, but I can't trust him. How can I?"
"I don't blame you, Mom," he said. "And as I sit here looking at you I want to fuck you again."
"Why baby," she smiled, "we can't fuck all the time."
"It isn't all the time, Mom," he begged, "please let me fuck you."
"Bill," she said, "you've got to go to school."
"Call up and say that I'm sick, will you, Mom?" he demanded.
Margaret looked at him and she knew that she couldn't resist his wish.
"If it will make you happy, honey," she told him, "I'll do it."
"You have no idea how happy it will make me," he assured her.
Even though it went against her conscience to do what she was doing, she decided she would do it. Picking up the phone, she called the school.
"I'm sorry," she began, "but my son Bill can't make it today."
"Who is this?" the voice at the other end of the line asked her.
"Margaret Lansdale," she said. "I'm calling for my son Bill. I think he has the flu."
"Oh it's been going around," the voice answered. "Better see a doctor, take some shots."
"Certainly," she said. "Thank you so much."
"You know when Bill will be back?" she said. "The flu usually takes three or four days."
"Oh," Margaret said, inventing fast, "well maybe the shot will get him well tomorrow.".
"What happened, Mom?" he asked her.
"I got trapped," she said. "The woman who answered the switchboard at the school said that the flu usually takes three or four days."
He looked at her and laughed and then he stood up and began unbuttoning his shirt.
"We had better go to the bedroom and do this," she said.
"The guest bedroom too," he said. "Just in case Dad comes home. We can put the double lock on the door, and he won't know we're in there."
"Certainly, dear," she said. "Let's go. We won't even do the dishes now."
"Fuck first and do dishes later," he chuckled.
Margaret walked with her son to the bedroom. He could hardly wait for some action. He began taking off his pants and she was watching. She was eager for action, and when she saw his giant sized cock emerging from his prison concealment in his shorts, she smiled.
"Oh honey," she said, reaching over and grabbing it. "What a beautiful cock J"
"You like my hunk of meat, Mom?" he grinned. "I do too. Well, Mom, let's ball."
"Yes baby," she smiled, "let's ball."
Margaret stripped slowly giving her son the pleasure of seeing her remove garment by garment.
"Oh Mom," he exclaimed, "do you ever look gorgeous."
"It's the first time you're seeing my body in the daylight, dear, isn't it?" she smiled.
"It is," he said, "and it's all the more beautiful by daylight."
As Margaret's bosoms flashed into view, he looked at her nipples. It excited him as he saw the size of the big red nipples.
"Oh what a gorgeous body," he said, "I can hardly wait to put my mouth on your breasts."
He didn't wait either. Coming over to her, he first buried his head on her breasts. Then he began licking on one breast, while he gripped the other. She loved the sensation of his fingertips as they pressed at the nipples.
"Oh baby," she smiled, "you don't know how good that feels to me."
He was really getting turned on now and so was she.
"Oh, do it," he begged her, "do it." She gripped him tightly in her arms, and soon she was making passionate love to him.
"Oh I love you, son," she exclaimed, "I love you so much."
"Lick them," Margaret cried, "lick them, baby, lick them both."
The young son only wished that he had two mouths to accommodate his lustful mother. He moved his mouth from one breast to the other.
"That's it, darling," she cried ecstatically, "I love that. Yes, do it."
The pleasurable sensations that he was enjoying now were driving him out of his mind. "Oh Mom," he panted as he reached down into her panties and pressed her mound, "you're hot, you're dripping."
"I guess I am, son," she smiled. "I'm so stimulated."
"Oh that's tieautif ul," he panted, "give me some fun."
It wasn't going to be much longer now. Dropping to his knees once more, he pulled her panties off and exposed her vagina to view. As he looked at it, he used his fingertips to pry the lips apart. When he saw the moist quivering pink flesh, his hot tongue stabbed inside of her.
"Oh Billy baby," she cried ecstatically, "you have no idea how good that feels to your mother. Lick it, lick my pussy, love Mommy's pussy. Oh, ah, yes, yes Billy, love Mommy's pussy."
Billy lapped away at her mound, and she was becoming more and more intensely excited every second.
"Eat it son," she cried ecstatically, "eat Mamma's pussy."
Her groans of delight and moans of passionate pleasure only added to the thrill of eating her pussy. It seemed so right, so pure, so beautiful that young Bill could see nothing wrong with his vibrant tongue stabbing away on his own mother's mound.
Withdrawing from her, he stood before her.
Glancing down at the rock hard cock she took it in her hand and squeezed it.
"I love you," she said, "I love you so much."
Then Margaret dropped to her knees. Grasping her son's asscheeks, she pulled his penis to her mouth. She began mouthing the head of it hotly.
"Keep that up, baby," he said, "oh Mom, love me. That's it, lick my cock."
She loved his voice as he gave his impassioned plea for her to do him. Electrified by the erotic waves of pleasure that surged through her body, she let him thrust his rock hard penis down her throat.
"Oh that's a good throat fuck," he gasped, "I dig it that way."
She was excited and stimulated now. The violent thrusts increased in pace.
"Oh, ah, yes, yes!" he panted. "That's what I want. Oh, do it!"
She pulled off his cock so it wouldn't erupt in her throat. She had developed a delight for eating his sperm, and she didn't want the load to explode when it was sliding down her throat.
"Keep it up Mom," he begged excitedly, "keep it up. Oh, ah, yes, yes, just like that, oh Mom, you're driving me out of my gourd."
The young boy kept it up. Every moment she was getting more excited and stimulated.
"Eat it," he cried, "eat that cock. Oh baby, I'm fucking your face."
As he went on ramming it to her, he was getting more and more stimulated.
"Oh wow!" he gasped. "This is wild."
It seemed as if the sensations would never stop. The faster he fucked her face the more eager she became for his balls to explode within her mouth. She could almost taste his juicy cock spurting its creamy thick load. She tugged on his testicles and excited him. Effectively using one hand on his asscheeks, she played with him there. Then she used her other hand for his balls. Her mouth remained on the head of his shaft as she focused a suction grip there. He loved the sight of her lips hanging on the head of it.
"Gobble it," he gasped like an animal, "gobble that cock. Yes, yes, gobble that gorgeous cock of mine."
She couldn't help but observe that her son's cock was much harder than her husband's cock was. She was delighted to find it so rigid, so ready.
"Eet me," he begged, "eat me. That's it, let me fill your face with this prick juice, oh, baby, eat me!"
The pleasure was intense. The two of them had brought it to a focal point.
"Oh," he gasped, "I'm almost there. Oh, yes, yes, get it, go get it!"
As if he were rooting for her to do it at a game, he continued.
"Eat it!" he gasped as he shot his rod in her mouth.
As the rock hard cock exploded in her mouth, she gulped the delicious substance. She rolled it around in her mouth, refusing to release it immediately. She delighted to the tangy taste of her son's zesty load.
"Oh that's what I like," he gasped. "Hang in there."
She grabbed his asscheeks now, and pulled him tighter to her as his cock slid down her throat smoothly. A little more juice erupted from his penis shaft, and then he pulled it slowly out As he withdrew his cock from his mother's mouth, she regretted this act. She was enjoying herself so much, she hated to release it and give it back to him. When he pulled it all the way out, she just looked up at him adoringly.
"So how about that?" he smiled sexually.
"Did you like the way I did it to you?" she asked like a shy young girl asking her lover, how he enjoyed his first crack at her ass.
"Yes I did, Mom," he said, running his fingers through her hair lovingly.
She got to her feet and went over to the bed to lay down.
"Honey," she said, "could you go into the living room and get that bottle of bourbon? Bring some seven and some ice cubes too."
"Can I have a drink with you, Mom?" he asked eagerly.
"No darting," she objected, "you shouldn't drink."
"But if we can do all this," he asked, "why can't I drink?"
"Because baby," she said, "it just wouldn't be right."
He didn't pay any attention to what she said, and went to the door and locked it. Then he went out to the bar and got the pottle of bourbon. He didn't bother to put any clothes on, and enjoyed walking around the house in the nude. However, he didn't enjoy it when the mail lady came to the door and dropped the mail in the slot. She got a glance of him running in the buff to the kitchen. He got the ice cubes, out of the refrigerator. Then he picked up a bottle of seven and returned with the seven, the bourbon and the ice cubes.
"Oh son," she said, "you shouldn't run around the house naked."
"Give the women a treat," he said. "Why not let them see me bareass naked?"
He slapped his ass a playful slap, as he began pouring drinks.
"I told you I didn't want you to drink," Margaret told Bill.
"Sure you told me," he said, "but that doesn't mean I heard you, does it?"
He had that innocent smile on his face that always intrigued her.
"Now baby," she said quietly, "don't be impossible."
"I'm not being impossible," she said, "but there are things you shouldn't do."
"And among them is fucking my own Mom."
"I know," she said.
"Yeah," he said. "We have done a lot of things we shouldn't do, but doesn't everybody?"
As they both drank, their tongues both loosened.
"I've wanted to do this with you for so long, darling," she said, "you wouldn't believe it. But I was always afraid."
"Of what?" he smiled.
"Of what you would think of it," she said. "After all you might have gotten angry with me."
"I wouldn't get angry with you," he assured her, "not when I wanted it too."
"Then you did want it as much," she asked eagerly.
"Of course I did," he assured her. "I wouldn't have done this if I didn't."
She realized that he must have been telling the truth for when he had performed with her, he had put his all into it. Glancing down she noticed he was still somewhat rigid. She massaged his testicles and played with his cock. She was determined to get him excited.
"Oh Mom; stop it," he complained, "you shouldn't do that to me."
"I'm just helping you," she smiled, "you need a little action."
As she got him more and more stimulated, the hot desires for more sex surged within her body, now she spread her legs invitingly, lifting them.
"I'll wrap my legs around your waist, lover, if you want to stab it in there," she told him.
"Slide a pillow under your ass, Mom," he said, "and that will give me a better fucking position."
She wadded up a pillow as he instructed her to do and slid it under her asscheeks. Then, he went to town by getting between her legs and straddling her. With rock hard cock stabs he glided in smoothly.
"Oh yes," he grunted as he stabbed into her vigorously.
"Fuck it," he told her excitedly. "Yes, yes, Mom, that's what I want, fuck me."
Faster and faster he rode into her. She loved every moment of it.
"Give it to me," he gasped in delight, "give it to me. That's it, fuck, fuck, fuck!".
Furiously, he slammed into her. She was enjoying it now more every moment.
The pleasure that he was deriving from this fast fuck was increasing with every cock stab. Her vagina muscles gripped his rock hard cock tightly. He knew that he would be shooting soon.
"Oh Mom," he gasped excitedly, "does that ever feel juicy!"
She was amazed how much pleasure she was deriving from this vigorous action.
"Grab my ass, Mom," he begged, "and hang on."
IShe massaged his asscheeks as he vigorously tabbed into her. With every throbbing cock stab, he pleasure increased.
"Keep it up, Mom," he begged. "Yes, yes, keep it going, that's what I want. Oh yes, fuck me!"
She didn't stop for a second. She continued giving him the action he wanted.
"Like that?" she chuckled. "Is that it?"
As the rock hard cock stabbed away, she became more and more intensely excited.
"Oh wow!" he told her. "That's what I want."
It wasn't going to be much longer now, and he knew it. He was hoping that she would slide her finger up his asshole. He thought he might enjoy that.
"Would you slip a finger up there?" he asked her.
"Sure I will," she said.
Sliding a finger up the asshole, pleased him. He grabbed it and he went on stabbing her.
"Oh baby," she panted, "does it ever feel good. You're really giving Mamma a nice fuck. Keep fucking. Faster, just like that, oh, ah, yes, yes, that's what I want, that's what I need."
The super sensations that were surfacing now were bringing him closer and closer to climax.
"Oh," he gasped, "fuck, fuck baby, fuck!"
The furious pitch of their fucking continued until she climaxed.
"I'll be there in a minute," he grunted, as he thrust forward.
Then his cock suddenly exploded within her.
"I'm cumming," he cried enthusiastically, "I made it. Oh, Mom, that was beautiful. I got my gun off."
She smiled as he went on pumping. Slipping her finger out of his asshole, she gripped both of his asscheeks and massaged them vigorously. He loved her rough ass grip.
"I like your hot hands on me," he told her. "It feels so good to me."
"That's good, honey," she said "I love loving you."
The intense pleasure that the two of them had enjoyed was climaxed with a kiss, a passionate kiss, for Margaret opened her mouth as Bill's tongue swept inside it. Soon she was flicking her tongue quickly over his tongue. And as their tongues lashed away in their lovemaking, she realized how much she adored him. Her hands were all over his body. She was rubbing his shoulders, sliding her hands over his back and letting her fingertips reach to his asscheeks. Finally, he puiled his mouth away from hers and looked at her.
"I love you," he said.
"And Bill baby," she said, "I adore you.. You know that."
His eyes glistened as he looked into his mother's . impassioned eyes.
"They'd hang us for this, honey," she said, "so don't you never tell nobody."
"Don't worry, Mom," he said, "I wasn't born yesterday."
"Well judging from the size of your cock to- day," she said, "I can agree with you."
He was indeed large for his age, and she patted his ass as he moved away from her.
"Another drink," he said, "to celebrate us."
"Or should it be a celebration ?" she questioned.
"What do you mean, Mom?" he demanded with a broad grin.
"Maybe we should wait and see how it's going to end," she said edgily.
"When two people are in love," he enthused, "it can only end in good times for everybody."
"That's what you think," she said. "Remember Romeo and Juliet. They had a pretty tragic end. And so did a lot of other famous lovers."
"Well we're not famous," he laughed, "we're just infamous."
"Well I'm glad you knew that word," she said, "and let's add notorious. We're notorius lovers."
He poured her a drink and the two of them took a toast.
"Here's to us," he said, "and may all the mother fuckers in the world be as happy as we are."
"Oh you're awful, Bill," she laughed, "you really are. But I love you. As wild and uninhibited and terrible as you are, I adore you."
Her unparalleled pleasure with her son's body surprised him. He knew that she got a big charge out of him, but he was amazed what a big charge.
"Mom," he smiled at her, "when can we make it again?"
"Well we ought to put it off till at least Saturday night," she said, "that's your father's regular pub night."
"With who?" he laughed.
"With any dame he can pick up at the bar," she said, "surely not with me. He hasn't given me a good balling for years. That's why I've been so nervous for a good screwing myself."
CHAPTER THREE
In the week that followed, Bill decided that he needed a girlfriend. He felt strange about so much sex with his mother and decided he would tell her about it.
"Mom," he told her, "I'm getting uptight about having sex with you."
"That's a nice thing to say to your mother," she said abruptly. "After all the love I've shown you, you say you're getting tired of me Well, dear, I am really disturbed to hear you talk like that."
"You're just disturbed, Mom," he snapped.
Tears came to Margaret's eyes as she listened to her son say the words that she knew she would have to hear some day.
"You're crushing me with that type of attitude," she said. "I gave you love and from the bottom of my heart, baby, I gave you my love, and what are you giving me in return?"
"I am giving you all the love I can," he said abruptly.
"No, no, you're not," she said, "you're giving me husks. You can't fool me."
"I'm not trying to fool you," he said, "I'm just trying to get you back on the track."
"So now I'm insane because I love you, is that it?" she demanded.
"Don't be impossible, Mom," he said. "You are getting uptight to make trouble for me. It isn't fair."
"No dear," she insisted, "I'm trying to help you to understand it yourself."
"I understand myself," he insisted. "I'm a horny young man. Naturally I need some sex, but I don't need it with my Mom."
"I don't know why not," she said. "Mother loves you, and I'm sure that some of these little chicks that you would pick up wouldn't really give a damn about yoii. It makes me feel ill, dear, to hear you talk like this."
"Don't feel ill at all," he insisted.
"Mom, dear," he said angrily, "have you ever thought of divorcing Dad and finding a man who could give you sex the way you want it?"
"Well no," she smiled, "I love your father. .Why would I divorce him?"
"Because he's developing into a worthless drunk," Bill told her flatly.
"Now you mustn't say such horrid things about your father," she corrected him quickly, "even though they're perfectly true. After all, we've got to stick together, a family should, under a trial."
"And you are creating one of the biggest trials of all," he said seriously. "The way that you are acting right now is a burden for me to bear."
"I don't see how on earth you can say that," she said evenly, "as a matter of fact, dear, you should be ever so grateful that I am as compassionate of you as I am. After all, you haven't always been easy to deal with."
"I never said I was," Bill told her frankly, "but I'm telling you one thing right now, I'm finding me a chick."
"Good luck," she said sarcastically, "here's hoping you don't get gonhorrea or syphillis for that matter."
"Thanks, Mom," he said, "I'll keep in mind what you told me."
"See that you do, dear," she said. "Since having sex with me will be over if you pick up one of those horrid diseases."
Margaret was pacing the floor as her son let his position be known, but it bothered her no end as she did adore him. He walked out on her and she was left alone with her own disturbed mind and troubling thoughts. He was determined now to find his way at last.
As he went out into the night, he decided he would go over to his girlfriend's place. He always liked to visit Jill when he got upset. Going down the street, he looked in the different houses. As he glanced in the windows he wished his life could be as quiet and peaceful as some of these lives looked. Yet he couldn't help wonder if they were really that peaceful and quiet and stable on the inside.
When he got to the window where Jill lived, he saw her sitting there next to her father on the sofa. Suddenly it hit him how revolting it was what he had done with his mother. He imagined what it would be like if Jill's father was placing his hot eager hand on her thigh. He could imagine him reaching over to manipulate her breasts. The whole idea sickened him and disgusted him. Nevertheless he wiped all of this from his mind and went up to the front door and knocked. Jill came there and greeted him. Her big brown lustrous eyes looked excited and delighted that he dropped by.
"Why hi Bill," she smiled up at him.
"Hi there Jill," he told her, "how are you tonight?"
From the living room her father's voice called out, "Come in, Bill."
"Hi there," he said.
"You do know Dad, don't you?" she smiled.
"Oh sure," he said.
"I wish I could talk to you," he said quietly.
"What about that it can't be said in front of me?" Jill's father demanded.
"Now Daddy," Jill reminded him, "I've got to have a little privacy."
Then she dismissed herself and with Bill walked down the street.
"What was it you wanted to see me about?" she asked.
"Oh," he explained, "I had to get away from a lover of mine. She was taking all the life out of me. She was smothering me."
"Oh you poor baby," she said. "I never knew there was anyone. Who was this lover that was smothering you?"
The moment she said smothering he thought how close it was to mothering and it made him tremble as he realized in reality it was his mother.
"What's wrong?" Jill asked. "Did I say something wrong?"
"I don't know," he said, "I don't know what's wrong with me now."
"Take it easy," she said, "because, baby, you can't let anything get you uptight. I remember the night I found out I was pregnant."
"What, you were pregnant?" he asked.
"Yes," she said, "I covered it up. Of course I got an abortion. I was as scared as hell to go through with it."
"It wasn't a professional," he said.
"No Bill," she said, "I couldn't afford a professional. My lover barely had the money to pay the guy that did it for us."
"It sounds sloppy," he said.
"It was, honey," she said. "I went through a terrible scrape. We did it in a motel, and it was a rush job."
"I guess we're all going through a lot these days," he observed.
"Isn't that the truth," she said. "Now why are you uptight, is this woman threatening to kill you or something if you stayed away from her?"
"Oh, nothing that bad," Bill admitted. "I guess compared to what you've gone through I haven't been through anything."
"Well I only told you that," she said, "so you would get some consolation, so you would realize you are not alone."
"Thanks an awful lot, baby," he told her, "that was real sweet of you to fill me in on your own life."
"Well I think it's good," she said, "to tell a person the truth, and baby the truth is the only thing that will ever set you free."
"I knew it," he said, gulping as he realized how far from the truth what he had told her actually was.
"Now this older woman," she continued, "what does she make you do?"
"Everything," he admitted.
"Do you eat her pussy?"
"Yes," he admitted. "I do that for her."
"You know I enjoy that myself," she admitted. "Would you like to eat my pussy sometime?"
"I would baby," Bill admitted, "that's what I was coming over to your place to see you about. I thought, maybe we could get together for a little action and entertainment."
"Of course by that you mean sex," Jill smiled.
"Yes," he said, "I mean sex, wild hot sex."
"Great," she said quickly, "I'm all for it. I give super blow jobs."
"Thaf s what I heard," Bill admitted, "and I guess it's true."
"Take it from the horse's mouth," she smiled, "it's the truth. I began giving blow jobs in grade school, and then I developed a skill at it and some of the fellows pay pretty well in college for it."
"College?" he asked. "You've been doing it with the college kids?"
"That's where the money is," she explained. "You take on a whole fraternity and each one chipping in ten bucks, that's a lot of money."
"Oh my," he said, "you've gone in for it in a big way."
"Yes," she said, "I find I make more money doing it on a wholesale scale."
"I can imagine," he smiled at her.
"And your father, has he ever gotten wind of it? Or how about your mother?"
"No," she said, "they are too religious. They would never believe it if anyone did tell them, and they wouldn't even know what the word blow job means."
"You're a lucky girl, Jill," he smiled, "now let's you and me get together one of these days."
"I have an idea," she smiled, "let's go back to the house. I will pretend I'm going to bed, and then you could come up the back door. Dad gets so absorbed watching TV, he would never know that you slipped in."
"I don't know as I should risk that or not," he told her.
"Don't be silly," she said, "you have nothing to fear but fear itself."
"Alright," he told her, "let's give it a go."
"Groovy," she told him excitedly, "we're going to have one helluva ball."
The whole idea excited her tremendously. However, she knew that she had to give him exact instructions.
"Now you come in the back door on the porch. Just walk by the service porch, and up the back stairway. My bedroom is the second one on the left. Make sure you go to the second one because I wouldn't want you slipping into bed with my kid brother."
"Well let me tell you," he laughed, "I wouldn't care to slip in bed with your kid brother."
They walked a few moments more and then Jill looked into his eyes.
"You look like you have a good cock on you," she said, "judging from what I could see down there."
Bill's penis was bulging in his pants and her eyes were now on the crotch all the time.
"I can hardly wait," he explained. "Let's have a lot of fun.
Together they walked down the street a few moments more. He took her hand in his, and squeezed it.
"Jill," he smiled, "I bet you are a lot of fun to eat too."
"Are you a good tongue man?" she asked frankly.
"Some of the girls tell me I am," he grinned.
At this point they could hardly wait for their good time with each other.
"Oh baby," he exclaimed, "when I get my mouth on you what a lot of fun I'm going to have."
"Let's quit talking and start doing it," she said. "Now I'll go back with you and you can say goodnight to Dad. Of course it's, a little hypocritical, but he'll never catch on, he gets so fascinated with that boob tube that he doesn't know what's happening and of course he takes the bottle to bed with him practically. I guess my Dad drinks as much as your Dad. I've heard stories about your Daddy drinking."
"Alright," Bill told her, "we'll go back now."
Together they walked back to her house. He eagerly awaited the moment when they could get together. However he had to control himself now.
"Well Bill," she said casually, "that was a lot of fun going for a walk with you."
Jill's father thought Bill was a wholesome young boy and he didn't hesitate to put in a good word for him.
"Now that's what I like you to do, honey," he said, "go for a walk with your boyfriend. That's what I used to do when your Mom and I first started dating. I think a lot of these kids get all souped up because they're in those souped up cars."
"I only wish I had one," Bill told him.
"I'm glad you don't. A lot of the boys go wrong when they get those cars."
"I would be real careful if my old man would get me one," Bill assured him.
They had a few more words of chatter, and then they said goodnight.
"Take care," Jill smiled, and winked as he walked away.
He nodded back at her and he knew that he would see her in a few moments.
He walked half a block and then glanced over his shoulder. The coast was clear. He turned around and headed back. He was eager for his good time and nothing was going to stop him now. Going to the back door he slipped in quietly. He found the back stairway without any difficulty and then proceeded to Jill's room. He couldn't remember at first whether she said the first or second door to the left. He was fearful for a moment he would step into her little brother's room. That would be a fate worse than death to slip in bed with him, he thought. Fortunately he found the right door and Jill was waiting, stark naked.
"Oh I thought you'd never come," she sighed eagerly. "Hurry up and take your clothes off."
"I'm still nervous about being here," he told her.
"Don't be ridiculous," she said, "you made it, didn't you?"
"By the skin of my teeth," he said.
"Well baby," she said, "you're here and in the flesh. And so am I in the flesh baby, do you like?"
His eyes were all over her body as she stood there. His mouth was watering as he nodded.
"I could go ape for you," he said, "you are really gorgeous."
"Why thank you," she said, "I guess I do have a pretty good body. So many boys want it, you know."
"You don't have to give me a sales talk," he assured her. "I know you've got a sensational shape and I can hardly wait to have a good time with it."
"That goes double," she said eagerly.
Now Bill was taking off his clothes. But not fast enough for Jill, she was helping. Unfastening his belt, she unzipped his fly.
"Sweetheart," he said, "let me get my shoes off. Do you mind?"
She shrugged and shook her head.
"Not as long as I can have that big juicy cock in my mouth," she said, "I can hardly wait to show you how good I am at it."
"Well from the amount of experience you've been telling me you were having," he flashed her a knowing grin, "I guess you are a real expert."
"I guess I am," she admitted.
Now he had his shoes off, then she pulled his pants down for him. Sliding his shorts down next, she seized his quivering cock in her hand. Jolting it nimbly, she got him so excited juice started dripping out of the head of it.
"Oh I can hardly wait for this," he exclaimed eagerly. "Oh baby, this should be fantastic."
Now Jill was on her knees. She was licking the head of it lavishly.
"Oh I like that sensation," he informed her.
"Oh so do I," she said, "I want every inch of it. Right down my throat. Like in the movie."
"Are you seeing those movies?" he asked.
"Yes," she smiled. "Norman has a copy of a picture that his Dad had. It is really something. He had it made for him and used his Dad's name and signed Dad's check."
"He's a forger," he told her.
Jill laughed.
"He is not," she said, "he's a fucker. And he wanted to know how to fuck real groovy, so he had to get a copy of the movie made and we've done all the stuff they did in the movie from simple blow jobs and eating pussy to sixty-nine."
"Sounds sexy," he told her, "now start giving me a good head job."
Jill's mouth opened and she slowly eased the head of his penis into it. Now she was licking over the crown of it.
"Oh do it for me," he told her, "come on, do it."
It was a delicate operation and he was getting more stimulated every moment.
"Come on, baby," he gasped excitedly, "let's get cracking."
The pleasure was building every second now, as she slowly did her thing. The tongue licked, and the teeth nibbled. Instantly Bill could recognize that she was good at it. He reached down and ran his fingers through her hair as he watched her sliding back and forth on his saliva slickened cock.
"Jiggle the balls a little," he insisted, "come on, baby, do the balls for me."
Reaching under him, she cupped the balls in her hand, and she began jiggling them effectively.
"Oh yes," he told her, "that's what I like. Come on."
Doing a good job with the ball massage, she continued.
"Oh wow!" he panted. "That is too much. Keep it going, baby, keep it going."
Now he was getting closer and closer to climax.
Jill could tell he was and she slowed down the pace of her love action.
"Eat me," he panted, "eat me."
He was getting too loud so Jill pulled her mouth off his cock.
"Be quiet!" she told him. "Daddy might hear us. I don't think he's passed out yet."
"Too bad," he said, "and what about your little brother?"
"Oh you don't have to worry about him none," she said, "he takes grass before he goes to bed."
"You mean he smokes grass?"
"What do you usually do with grass?" she said. "I think that's logical, isn't it?"
"He's too young to be smoking grass," Bill told her.
"Don't worry about my brother's morals," she said. "Charley can take care of himself. So hurry up and feed me that cock, if you please."
Gripping her head, he laughed.
"You're quite a gal," he said. "I'll have to say that for you. You're quite a gal."
He slid his penis into her mouth and she was ready for it now. With hard regular thrusts he began sliding it down her throat. She loved it and he gripped her head and guided himself farther and farther down her throat.
"Take that, baby," he gasped, "and that and that, oh yes, baby, yes, do it!"
The farther he thrust his cock into her, the more excited he became.
"Oh yes, yes baby," he gasped eagerly, "now you're doing it, oh, I love that."
She was enjoying'it and her cheeks sucked in as she swallowed his gigantic male member. With his hands firmly gripped on her head he was guiding it into her farther and farther.
"That's the way I like it," he gasped eagerly, "yes baby, yes, now you're doing it, keep going."
Harder and hotter and faster he continued pumping his meat into her mouth, and she was accepting every inch of it gladly.
"Oh baby," he gasped excitedly, "I'm juicing."
The thick, creamy white sperm flash flooded her mouth. She gulped but some of it dripped out of the corners of her lips.
"Get it all, baby," he said, "don't lose a drop."
She finished giving him what he wanted, and then slowly slipped her mouth off his male member.
"Now baby," he smiled eagerly, "I'm going to get to eat your pretty pussy."
She went over to the bed and suggested, "Why don't I get on all fours and you get underneath me and I can feed it to you?"
He wasted no time in getting down on Jill. As she spread her legs for him, he grabbed at her pussy. He loved being beneath her.
"Oh that's it," she urged him on, "that's what I like. Oh yes, do me. Now!"
She continued giving him the sensations that he wanted. And every moment that he continued lapping at her mound, she got more excited.
"Eat it," Jill cried, "eat it, yes, that's what I want. Eat my pussy."
As he continued lashing away at the tongue, he reached up and began massaging her breasts. She loved the feeling of his hands on her breasts.
"Hmmmm," she responded, as he went to town even faster.
The sudden taste of her juices gushing thrilled him. She wanted now more than anything else to scream out a string of dirty words, but yet she knew she didn't dare. Her brother was in the other room and her father might hear. So she had to be careful. His fingers were working at her breasts and this was driving her crazy. As his fingers played with her itching breasts, she moved against him in a rhythmic, copulatory motion. The motion was pagan, urgent and primitive.
"Eat that fiery pussy," she whispered, "eat it."
No force on earth could stop her now in her headlong rush toward climax. Something was calling to her from deep within her own body so demandingly. She knew that no matter what she would get her sexual satisfaction. Her pussy screamed out for relief. Groans of sexual delirium issued from deep in her throat.
"Oh," she moaned excitedly, as his hot tongue and teeth and lips worked closer than ever before to bring her to a scorching climax.
He knew that she was on the ragged edge of her first climax with him, and he didn't want to have her go right away. He began using his hands now on her buttocks as his mouth guided her closer and closer to climax.
"Oh, eat that," she panted, "eat it. Oh yes!"
She was quaking now as she felt his stiffening tongue stabbing away.
"Oh yes," she gasped, "keep that going. Yes, baby, yes, oh, all the way!"
He could hardly breathe as she had her mound covering his nose.
"Eat it, baby," she gasped, "eat my pussy, eat it, lick it, love it!"
Jill was going out of her mind as young Bill continued grabbing her asscheeks and massaging them roughly while his tongue teased her clitoris.
Suddenly she shoved forward and groaned. Waves of sexual ecstasy surged over her body as she juiced in his face.
"I'm cumming," she informed him. "I'm cumming.
Lick it. Lash it, love it, eat my juicy pussy."
He fastened his hands tightly now as he held her pussy in place. Licking the velvety vagina walls, he finished her off. He didn't pull away from her sticky mound until he had finished getting all the juice. Then withdrawing, she pulled off.
"Oh baby," she sighed. "What a good job that was. You sure know how to make love."
She lay beside him and as the two of them lay there in the moonlight, she asked him confidentially, "Am I as good as that older woman that you're making it with?"
He tapped her on her pussy and assured her, "You bet you are. For the first time in my life I'm happy."
"Oh that's wonderful, Bill," she said, "I'm so glad that I can bring you this kind of happiness."
Jill was eager to drag more information out of him about who he was making it with.
"Is it anybody I know?" she asked.
"It's nobody you know," he assured her.
"Come on," she begged, "why don't you tell me?"
"I can't," he said.
He was toying with her now, as this was getting her all the more excited.
"You know, baby," she said, "if you want to give me a regular fuck I'd love it. Why don't you slip that great big cock of yours into my pussy? I'd like it."
He decided that he would. As he straddled her, he looked down at her beautiful breasts. Before he slid his rod into her, he massaged her breasts with his hands.
"That's it, baby," she said, "tease me."
He brushed the head of his penis over her fur trimmed triangle. It made her tingle to feel him doing it. He could hardly wait until he stabbed it in there.
"Come on baby," he told her, "let's do it."
It didn't take him very long until he stabbed forward. As the rock hard cock slid in there she gripped it tightly with her vagina muscles. As she clenched his cock, he couldn't help but marvel, as an incredible feeling was surging through him.
"Oh yes, baby, yes," he panted, "that's fantastic."
"You like it?" she smiled.
"You bet your ass I do," he grinned.
She looked up and informed him, "That's snapping my pussy. I learned that from my older sister."
"She's quite a fucker, isn't she?" he chuckled.
"Yes baby," she said, "she sure is."
The pleasure was building more every moment. He could hardly stand it now as it continued.
"Oh baby," he panted, "fuck, baby, fuck it."
She pushed her pelvis forward as he continued stabbing in there.
"That's the way I like it," he told her. "Keep going."
In rapid fire thrusts, they continued.
"Yes, baby, yes," he gasped, "keep that up. That's what I want."
Soon their bodies were wrapped around each other and they were rolling around on the bed. Then she was on top.
"I want to be on top of you," she said. "I like it this way."
Apparently she did for she gripped him tightly in her vagina.
"Oh yes," he panted, "that's beautiful. Keep it up."
Harder and hotter and faster he continued. Straddling him, Jill grasped his chest with her hands as she fucked vigorously.
"Fuck it," she said. "Fuck, come on, fuck."
The pleasure-increased every moment.
"That's it," he gasped. "Keep doing it. Faster, baby."
He looked up and gripped her breasts and massaged them.
"Oh, keep that up," he begged. "Yes, baby, yes, that's it, keep it up."
The pleasure was increasing every moment now as they continued this wild screwing action.
"Fuck it, baby," he begged, "fuck, fuck it."
The pleasure was building now to the point where he could hardly stand it.
"Give it to me," he gasped eagerly, "give it to me, that's it, baby, fuck, baby, fuck, fuck, fuck."
The sensations which were surging through them both now had them trembling.
"Keep it going," he panted. "Fuck faster, baby."
She ground her hips around as he gripped her ass to keep her in place.
"That's the way I like it," he told her. "Yes, baby, keep that ass moving."
He gripped her ass tightly now as he wanted to make his stabbing movements without her wiggling bottom.
"Yes, yes," he groaned in delight, as he continued.
His fever pitched fucking climaxed as his cock exploded.
"I'm cumming," he gasped, "I'm cumming. Yes baby, yes!"
The juice exploded in her pussy and she found herself climaxing too. As she juiced, he slid in smoothly.
"That's the way I like it," he said, "yes, baby, yes."
They continued this for a few moments. At this point they were both wet with sweat.
"Oh sweetheart," he smiled at her, "that was a super fuck."
"It was, wasn't it baby?" she smiled.
The pleasure that they had enjoyed together was enormous. Nevertheless, he was fearful as was she that her father might come up.
"Do you think your Dad is still sleeping?" he asked.
"Well I hope so," she told him. "I'd hate to think he was listening."
"I know what you mean," he said.
She got off him and tiptoed to the door.
"The coast is clear," she said. "Now you'd better get dressed and get out of here fast."
He got dressed quickly and then she told him, "Take off your shoes. You can be much quieter without your shoes on."
"That's the truth," he agreed.
Without his shoes he moved silently down the hall, down the back step and out the door. Then once outside he put his shoes on and hurried toward home.
When he finally did get back to his home, his mother was waiting for him.
"Well, well," she said, "where have you been?"
"What's it to you?" he demanded, as he went to his bedroom.
"It means a lot to me," she said flatly. "I don't like the idea of you coming in at this hour."
"You're not worried about me," he told her, "you're worried about yourself. You can't fool me none."
As he spoke to her, he realized she was getting angrier by the moment. He figured that it would be best if he went to his room and slammed the door in her face.
"Come back here and talk to me," Margaret insisted.
"Sorry. Mom," he said, "I'm going to bed."
He hurried up to his room, slamming the door behind him. His mother was so angry now that she paced the floor back and forth. She was trying her best to think of what she could tell her son, but it was very difficult to find the words that would express what she felt.
Just then her husband came in.
"How's everything, honey?" he grinned. "Oh just fine," she said. "How are you, dear?" "Oh, kind of tired," he said. "Had a hard day at the office."
"Which office?" she asked. "Your actual office or the bar called your office?"
"That is a good question," he snapped, "and I will just let you guess."
"I don't appreciate you teasing me," she said. "I have problems enough."
"What kind of problems?" he asked.
"Your son," she said, "is philandering, I believe."
"You mean he's found some dame he's making it with?" he asked bluntly.
"If you must be crude about it, yes."
"Well, good for him," he laughed. "A chip off the old block."
That did it. Margaret was so angry she could have slugged him. However, she knew she couldn't do a thing. If she reacted too strongly, she would be giving herself away.
CHAPTER FOUR
The next day Bill decided the safest thing for him to do was get out of his room as quickly as possible. He thought it would be better to skip breakfast at home to save the confrontation with his mother. However, just as he was about to slip out of the door, she saw him.
"You come back here," she commanded.
"What do you want?" he said.
"You know," she said quietly. "I want to talk to you about last night."
"I'm a free man," he insisted. "Can't you understand that?"
"Are you free?" she asked. "Are you actually free from what we had going for us?"
"I'm not knocking what we had," he assured her, "but what I am suggesting is this. Let's use a little common sense. We can't go on like this."
"Why not?" she asked.
"Because it's wrong, Mom," he explained, "dead wrong. You know it, I know it. . . Can't you ever admit the truth?"
"No," she said, "I can't."
He refused to pay any attention to what she was saying and walked out of the room. As she stood in the door, tears trickled down her cheeks.
She felt guilty, she felt sad, but she also was furious. He had spurned her love, she figured, and he had no right to be playing around with just anybody. This was what annoyed her the most. She instantly put herself in competition with the young women who could give him the satisfaction he sought so eagerly. Somehow she couldn't get away from the fact that he had to be disloyal. She- imagined him to be her lover, her steady lover. He couldn't picture himself as disloyal. He was trying desperately to forget what he had done with her and the more he begged, the harder he wanted to move away from her. He knew that if she knew about the girl that he had, she would want to put an end to it. Therefore he decided to be silent.
When he got to school that day, everything went smoothly. The classes swept by and then the day was over. Coming home, however, was the most difficult time for him. He didn't know what she had to say. He was sure that she would make some big issue about the fact that he'd been out so late the previous night. This was exactly the type of thing he wanted to avoid at all cost.
The first thing she did when he walked in the door was ask him, "When are you going to fuck me again?"
"That's a nice question for a mother to ask her son," he snapped.
"A very practical question, dear," she said, "I'm on fire to fuck you."
"Well go find somebody else," he told her bluntly. "I'm not interested anymore."
"That's a nice thing for you to say," she said. "Have you no regard for your mother?"
"I have so much regard for her I don't want to see her louse herself up, and I also don't want to see her louse my life up, because I will resist and I will triumph."
She looked at him and a slow smile formed on her face.
"You could never resist me," she smiled, "if I really turned on the sex power."
"You have an inflated opinion of yourself, Mom," he told her.
"That; dear, is what you think. Right now if I should ever let you see my breasts, I bet you would get excited."
"Don't waste your time," he told her.
That didn't stop her, however. She was determined to display her breasts, and in sliding out of the blouse she was wearing, she revealed her naked bosoms.
"You weren't even wearing a bra, were you, Mom?" he said.
"No darling," she smiled. "I wasn't. Don't they look delicious?"
"You always look good to me," he assured her. "It isn't that, it's just that I have got to stop having sex with you."
"When I massage them," she asked him, "do you get excited? Do you feel it in your cock?"
"Knock it off, Mom," he said. "You're not going to seduce me, just leave me alone."
"I could never leave you aloneV' she said. "I want you to press your lips against my pussy lips. I want one of those hot passionate pussy kisses."
"No Mom," he said as he felt himself sucked into a whirlpool of sex, and the whirlpool was so strong he didn't see how he could possibly withstand her appeal.
Her next enticing move attracted him even more. She was slipping out of her skirt, and when he caught sight of her crotchless panty, he almost creamed in his jeans.
"Oh Mom," he said, "you shouldn't wear panties like that."
"Why not, honey?" she said. "They are the most, aren't they?"
"Yes," he admitted, "and it looks like you've shaved your box."
"Yes dear," she said, running her fingers over her vagina.
As her fingers played with her mound, he could see it juicing. It was obvious to him that she was becoming intensely excited by hypnotizing him this way.
"You're a bitch," he said, "but a beautiful one."
"I'm a sex animal," she said, "and baby, I want you to get on me."
"Mom," he begged her, "leave me alone."
"How can I?" she demanded. "I love you so much, son. I must have you."
"You're terrible," she complained, "you don't want to give me any satisfaction at all."
"Yes I do, Mom," he said quietly, "but I just don't like the idea of doing it to my own mother."
Margaret paid no attention to her son's words. Her hands were on his penis, and she was playing with it vigorously.
"You- see, honey," she said, "you need more action. It's getting hard."
"Lay off it, Mom," he told her, trying to pull her hands off.
"No," she complained, "it belongs to me."
He could tell she had been drinking too.
"I see you're getting as bad as Dad," he told her. "You're stinking drunk."
"So what if I am?" she said. "He's been having all the fun."
"It's not fun to do that," he told her frankly, "it's pretty sick."
"Are you trying to tell me something?" she demanded angrily.
"Yes, I am, Mom," he told her frankly. "I'm trying to tell you to lay off."
She paid little attention to him, and began straddling him. Now she was guiding his cock into her mound. As she straddled him and pushed down the cock slid in.
"Oh it went all the way in," she smiled. "It was meant to be."
She ground her hips around and then she begged him to join her in sexual activity.
"Why don't you play with my breasts?" she said. "Go ahead."
His hands reached up and began playing with them. She was getting more excited every second now.
"Oh yes," she said, "pinch the nipples, darling."
He pinched the nipples and watched them grow red. Realizing that he could cause her some physical pain, he felt happy, for it seemed as if it was a little justice. He was sick and tired of her not paying any attention to what he kept telling her.
He thrust forward and she ground her hips around eagerly.
"Yes baby," she panted, "that's what I want. Drive it in there."
The rock hard cock slid in there and with every thrusting movement, she became more intensely excited. Her body was vibrating with passionate pleasure.
"Give it to me," she demanded, "give me that cock, fuck me, fuck me, baby, fuck me."
The rock hard cock slammed in there now vigorously. Every second he was becoming more excited and so was she.
"Yes," she begged, "that's what I want. Give it to me."
It wasn't going to take much more at this clip and he knew it.
"Hang in there, Mom," he told her, "you're going to get fucked, fucked like you've never been fucked before."
Soon he was wrestling with her and before she knew what was happening they were rolling over together.
"You like to fight when you fuck," she said enthusiastically. "Well I do too."
She whipped around and he was on top, and then her hands gripped his asscheeks and massaged while he slammed away.
"Come on baby," she begged, "give it to me, every inch of it, I want it all."
The rock hard cock slammed in there faster and faster now. She was really steamed up and excited.
"Come on baby," she begged, "fuck baby, fuck, fuck."
The pleasure was building every second. He could hardly stand it as she continued.
"Oh yes, baby," he said, "that's the way to do it. All the way, fuck me, fuck me, all the way, honey."
It seemed as if the pleasure would never stop. She was enjoying it and so was he. She bent over now and ground her hips around vigorously. She brushed her breasts over his chest.
"Oh it feels good," he told her, "you sure got this fucking down to perfection."
"It isn't an act, son," she smiled excitedly. "It's love. Your Mamma loves you."
He went on ramming away until he thought his cock would shoot. He pulled off so he could make it last.
"You almost made it that time, baby," she told him excitedly.
"I sure did," he admitted, "but I didn't want to. I wanted to hang in there."
She smiled as she looked at him. She was proud of how enthusiastic he could become over her body.
"Your father was a tiger too," she said, "before all that booze got to him. He really used to give me a good balling, just like you're doing now. Come on, honey, fuck, get those rocks off."
With hard, driving stabs he continued stabbing her mound. Suddenly she squeezed and he climaxed.
"I'm cumming," he groaned in delight, "I'm cum-ing, Mom."
He knew he wanted to hold back so he could enjoy more moments of pleasure, but she was making that impossible.
"Oh wow!" he panted, as he felt his penis juicing inside of her.
"Did you enjoy it sweetheart?" she smiled at him.
"I sure did."
"I did too," she told him frankly.
She was thrilled that he had given her such a good balling. However, she was fearful of many things. Above all, she was fearful of the competition she knew she would have to meet as she got older and he came into his sexual prime.
"Oh honey," she said, "don't stop drilling. Mamma's almost there."
He kept drilling away and finally she juiced.
"I'm cumming, honey," she told him, "Mamma made it."
He grabbed her now as she grabbed him, and the two of them pushed hard against each other in the final throes of their wild fucking session. As his cock slid in her well lubricated pussy, he complimented her.
"You're probably one of the best fucks in the world," he said.
"You flatter me, darling," she told him.
"It's the truth, Mom," he insisted. "You really are super."
The pleasure that she felt from giving her son the sexual satisfaction he craved, was great. When he pulled out of her, she lay there and looked at him starry eyed.
"You make me feel so young," she said. "I feel like a teenager again."
"Well you don't look very old," he told her, "and you sure know how to give a good fuck. Dad's missing out on a good thing."
"Sure he is," she said. "He goes chasing after those cheap little tricks he picks up at the bar when he has me at home. It's ridiculous."
Finally he was about to get rid of her when she suggested something.
"There's no reason in the world, honey," she said, "why we can't pack our bags and leave your father."
"What do you mean, Mom?" he asked.
"I mean I've had it up to here, honey," she said. "I don't know how you feel, but I think that we have put up with all we should have. He's stinking drunk most of the time, and what good is he?"
"That's a very good question," he admitted, "and I admit I don't have the answer. But I don't think we should desert a sinking ship, do you?"
"I certainly do," she said, "your father isn't worth anything. As far as his loyalty, as far as actually fulfilling his duty as a father and lover."
"Well," he said, "I hate to be too hard on the old man."
"But what has he done to me?" she demanded. "Don't I count?"
"Sure you count, Mom," he told her. "But remember, nobody's perfect."
"It isn't a matter of perfection," she said quietly, "it's a matter of having to go through this."
As he thought about getting away, he wondered what she had in mind.
"Where did you plan to go, Mom?" he asked her.
"Well, I hadn't quite made up my mind," she admitted, "but I thought of New Orleans. I love that city. I have a girlfriend who lives in the French Quarter."
"The French Quarter?" he asked, "I haven't been there."
"No dear," she said. "You haven't. But it's a marvelous place and people are so much freer there."
"What's it like?" he demanded.
"Well it's wonderful," she explained. "They have streets, colorful streets. Everyone can get what he wants there. Of course it would be a terrible place to take your father because he's hooked on alcohol and there are plenty of places that he could drink. There's all that social drinking and it's a way of life."
"O.K.," he smiled, "I'd like to change our lifestyle."
"Actually, it would take a little money to go there. But I've been thinking of ways to raise the money."
"I don't know where we could get that much," he said.
"Well sometimes if it's worth enough for us to get away from your father so we can be alone maybe you could dip in your college saving fund."
"Oh I couldn't do that, Mom," he said in surprise.
"I don't know why on earth you couldn't," she said. "I think it would be a great thing."
"Oh no," he insisted, "I could never do that."
Even though she continued complaining, he refused to listen to her.
"There are other ways I could make some money," she said.
"What are you talking about?" he demanded.
"I'm talking about sex," she smiled.
"You mean you want to sell your body ?" he demanded.
"Oh I don't like to put it that way," Margaret insisted. "Let's just say I'd be performing a service. Why think of what would happen if all of the prostitutes weren't busy. There would be rapes everywhere."
"You're just making up an excuse," he said. "You want to be a whore."
"That is a nasty word," she said, "and I'll thank you not to use it around this house.
"Well" it's the truth Mom," he said, "if you sell your pussy, isn't that being a whore?"
"I don't like to use that word," she said, "I think party girl is much better. I have a girlfriend Melinda who did very well selling her sex. She never called herself a whore, because she felt it was like a sexual celebration when she got together with a customer."
"You sure live in illusion land," he told her, "I've never seen anybody who could rationalize everything the way that you do."
"Well it's the truth," she said, "a party girl gives pleasure and entertainment. That's what I'd be doing. I would be performing a needed service."
"Yes you would," he agreed. "But Mom, let's face it. If you started selling your pussy, Dad could get a divorce from you, saying you were no good. You were a tramp, and wrecking my life."
She laughed when he said that.
"Your father could say that and more if he knew we were making out. You don't know how narrow minded some people are."
"Look Mom," he said bluntly, "I can't take any more of this."
"Well you just think it over," she said, as she got off the bed and started for her room.
She blew him a kiss and said, "Pleasant dreams."
When she was out of the room he had plenty of time to think over what she had said, and the more he thought it over the more upset and turbulent his mind became. And the more he thought it over the more he wished he could forget what.she had told him and never remember it, but she had made all that impossible, for she was too vivid in her description of the life that they would have if they left home, and Bill's imagin- ation was at work. He could imagine what it would be like flying down to New Orleans. He could picture himself lying on a sunny sandy beach, and he could just imagine all of the excitement that lay in store for him if he went there. He thought of that creole cooking and the delicious food that would be served there. Then he began thinking about other chicks he might have sex with. For all he knew, Mom might be going there to have sex with men.
He calculated that the intelligent thing for him to do would be to play it cool. Of course he didn't want to dip into his college funds. He had looked forward to going to college for a long time, and he had no intention of dismissing that plan just like that. Nevertheless he figured he could also go to a college near New Orleans.. He thought he'd look it up the following day.
Finally he got to sleep. When his father came in that night, they had a real knockdown drag-out fight.
"You drunken old bastard," she yelled, "coming in at this hour. Smelling like a booze hound."
"Well I don't have much motivation to come home to you," he told her frankly, "all you want to do is gripe. You never were any good to me. You were a chain around my neck, dragging me down, down, down."
"That's a fine thing to say," she said. "You wouldn't have amounted to anything if it hadn't been for me. Who helped put you through college? Who was forever thinking of your best interests? I was, and you know it damned well. Gratitude. Huh. You sure don't have much of it for me."
"No I don't," he told her. "Because you are a chronic complainer. All you want is your way. You don't care about anything except spending my money. Why if I weren't taking care of you right now in high style, you wouldn't have a thing to do with me."
"That sounds like grounds for divorce," Margaret told him bluntly.
"I can't think of a nicer thing,-" he said, "than to be free from you. How about that? Do you want a divorce or don't you?"
"Well now that you mention it," she said, "it would be wonderful. That is, provided you can afford to pay the alimony."
"In a pig's eye I'd pay you any alimony," he said. "I'd carve you up before I'd ever give you a nickle."
"You see," she said, "I can't unload you until you make some sort of agreement. An agreement that would be fair to me,"
"What do you consider fair to you?" he said. "That would never be fair to me. You want to take me down the river and you know it."
"Why don't you move in with your mistress?" she asked bluntly, "What are you talking about?" he said.
"Just what I said," she insisted. "I'm sure that you have a mistress who would make a nice home for you. Perhaps she could keep you in liquor all the time. You would be so loaded that of course you couldn't satisfy her sexually or take care of her physical or emotional needs."
"Are you trying to say I'm impotent?" he demanded.
"I never said that," she said smoothly, "but I don't think that you've been giving me much satisfaction lately. If you have been very horny, honey, it hasn't been around me, has it?"
"Bitch!" he said.
"That's a fine way to talk to your loving wife," she said.
"Loving wife," he laughed. "That's a big one. Honey, you're about as loving as a cobra."
"I'm going to keep track of some of these things for the divorce trial," she said. "It would make awfully good copy for your boss to see."
"Are you threatening me?" he asked angrily.
"Why, no dear," she said, "whatever gave you that idea?"
A bemused smile played about her lips, as she tormented her huband.
"You know," he said, "you ought to be ashamed of yourself. You've treated me like a stepchild ever since we've been married, and it makes me sick."
"Of course you are Mr. Angel," she said, "a combination of an angel and Mr. Clean."
"I don't say that I'm perfect," he admitted, "but I will say one thing, I've been a helluva lot better husband than you have wife."
"That is a lie," she said quickly.
"No it isn't," he said, "it is the truth and you know it."
As they talked together, one thing was abundantly clear. They had agreed to disagree.
"I'm not sleeping in the same bed with you," he said.
"That's good," she said. "You haven't showered very much since you've been drinking all the time."
"Good night," he said, as he marched out of the living room and spread out the sheets on the sofa.
He fell asleep quickly as he was stinking drunk. The next morning he was so drunk that he didn't awaken. When Bill came downstairs he caught a glimpse of his father sprawled out on the bed. He knew what had happened and he tiptoed about the room. As he got a load of his father, like this, the desire to leave him became more intense. Going to the kitchen where his motht was fixing him a good breakfast he said, "I guess Dad is laid out again."
"It's terrible," she said, "what you and. I have to put up with. It's no wonder that we were driven to each other, dear."
"Mom," he asked, "what should we do?"
"There's only one thing to do," she said, "divorce your father."
He nodded and agreed with her.
"Mom," he said quietly, "I guess you were right."
"Of course I am right," she said, "I have been through this much too long for your good and my good."
She had him where she wanted him now. Yet, his mind was balancing back and forth between the thought of being free or tied to his mother's pussy not apron strings.
"A penny for your thoughts, dear," she said, when he had finished a hearty breakfast.
"I was just thinking how different everything would be, if you and I were down there in the French Quarter. We'd get up in the morning and there wouldn't be any fights. Dad would be out of the picture and you and I probably could make a good life. Then, Mom, you wouldn't care if I did find myself a girl and went steady, would you?"
"Certainly not, dear," she said. "I love you immensely and I assure you I will always be unselfish for your best interest."
"I know you will, dear," he said.
And then she saw her husband step into the kitchen.
"Holding hands again," he observed. "Well, well, it's nice somebody around this place has affection for somebody. It appears I'm odd man out."
"I'm not talking to you," she said, "after last night I'm not talking."
Immediately Bill asked what happened.
"Well what happened?" he demanded to know.
"Oh your Mom read me the rict act," he said. "I'm so sick and tired of her complaining. I think her griping is what drives me to drink, "Well that's nice," she said evenly, iSso now your drinking is my fault. Oh how you love to shift the blame, you bastard."
"Don't you bastard me," he said, as he went over and slapped her.
Instantly Bill sprung to his feet. He grabbed his father and held his hands.
"Look Dad," he said, "don't you ever slap Mom again. Have you got it?"
"I can take care of you, son," he said, as he prepared to lunge for his son.
But before he could make his move, Bill gave him a sock in the jaw. He reeled across the kitchen, almost losing his balance.
"Well you are growing up," he chuckled. "Well, can't blame you for giving me a punch. I guess I deserved it, and I'm proud of you, boy, that was a real hard one."
Instantly Margaret left the room.
"Dad," he said, "I think Mom should divorce you."
"What?" he said evenly. "You. are against me?"
"I'm not against you, Dad," he said, "but I sure don't want Mom to suffer anymore."
"What do you mean suffer?" he stammered. "She causes me all the trouble. I come in after a little night out with the boys playing pool and she makes a big fuss."
"Pool my ass," he said. "You were out drinking. You come home stinking and I bet you've got a woman that you're playing around with."
"Frankly, son," he admitted, "when I get that loaded I couldn't fuck a movie star."
"I told her what I think."
"Well, son," he said sadly, "I hate to hear you talk like this to your dear old Dad. I've tried to be a good father to you."
"Have you, Dad ?" he demanded.
"Sure I have," he said, "you know very well that I have."
"I don't know any such thing," he said. "You never would go any place with me. When I wanted to go to baseball or football games you could never go. Well, it burns me to a crisp."
"Hold on, son," he said, "you don't want to be rash. I always say a compromise is the thing that makes a politician."
"Well there's no compromise here," he said, "and as far as being a politician, I don't want to be one of those creeps.
"Listen to me, son," he begged, "I don't think we should split up our happy home."
"That's a farce," he said, "our home is hardly happy. With you and Mom fighting all the time, how could it be?"
"Now if I did get a divorce," he said, "of course you being a man you'd want to come with your Dad, wouldn't you?"
That gave Bill the power, the power that he had always wanted to put his father in his place. He remained silent for a long moment, teasing him.
"Speak up, son," his father insisted. "Tell me, you'd want to live with your Dad, wouldn't you ?"
"No Dad," he said, "I wouldn't. I don't care to go through what Mom has been through."
He shook his head.
"There are a lot of things between your Mom and me," he said, "that I've never revealed to you. I couldn't."
"Like what?" he asked.
"I can't tell you," he said.
"Please," he asked, "I want to know. If there is something I don't know that I should that would let me change my mind, let me know."
"No," he insisted, "I can't. It's too personal, too intimate."
"Please," he insisted, "I must know."
Just then Margaret stepped into the room.
"You weren't talking about me, by any chance, were you?" she said with a smug smile.
"You were listening all along,, weren't you?" he asked sarcastically. "And you know just the time to make your dramatic enterance, don't you?"
"I sure do," she said, "and I want to know what you've been talking about."
"None of your business," he said, "but if you are working against me and my son, then I'm going to put up a fight, believe me."
"I don't think you're going to put up much of a fight," she said, "because in court your only son with testify against you. Your own son will tell the court, tell the world, how you are nothing but a lousy, good for nothing drunk."
She glared at him and he withered under her hard look.
"You are a bitch," he said under his breath, "I always knew it, but I didn't know just how much of a bitch."
"You see how he talks?" Margaret and evenly, "He never can quit using those words. Because, it's in him. It's been in him all along. All of his hostility that he felt towards me is surfacing now. I don't know what to do about it."
"I can tell you what to do about it," he said evenly, "you can shove it."
"Is that a nice thing to say?" she began crying.
"Now don't put on that ridiculous crying act of yours," he said, "because it won't work. If anything, it will make me laugh."
"You heard him," Margaret exclaimed, "you heard him say he'd laugh when I cried. He's a sadist, he's a sadist."
"What's that?" Bill asked, completely puzzled.
"Oh dear, they don't teach you anything at school nowadays," she said. "A sadist, dear, is someone who delights in another's suffering, and that's what your father does, he delights when I'm tormented. He's a terrible man."
"Lay off her, Dad," he said.
When his father saw how serious he was, he moved away.
"Well it seems I'm not wanted here," he said, "that being the case, I'll move out. I've never stayed where I wasn't wanted."
"And good riddance," Margaret added crisply.
Without saying another word, he started to move out of the kitchen. He went into the bedroom and began packing. This really upset Bill. While he was disgusted with his father, he didn't hate him. He was forgiving and loving about it, and wanted desperately to tell him the truth. Tell him some of the rage that motivated his mother to act the way she did, was generated by the fact that she was having sex with him.
"Oh'Mom," he exclaimed, "you're not going to let him go, are you ?"
"I certainly am, dear," she said. "I don't want a thing to do with him."
"How can you be so cold and heartless?" he demanded.
"I'm not being cold and heartless," she said. "I'm doing what's best for you and me. I know, so let him go."
"Well Mom," he told her, "you can't be so cruel."
"I have to be cruel to be kind," she insisted.
CHAPTER FIVE
Two days later it was as if his father had never lived in the place, for everything that belonged to him was removed. Now Margaret felt she had the situation well in hand. She even wondered about the necessity of moving to New Orleans. She figured that she could control everything now that the father was gone. But there was one thing that she had never considered and that was what would happen if her young son turned on with some girl at school and when a new girl showed up with honey blonde hair and baby blue eyes, young Bill noticed her instantly.
"Hi Nancy," he smiled at the smooth skinned blonde girl.
"Hi Bill," she said. "I'm new here, I sure like it, too."
"Well I sure like having you here," he told her. "You're a pleasant addition."
"Well thank you," she said. "There's nothing like feeling welcome."
"Well you sure are welcome," he smiled.
"What do you do around here for fun?" she said.
"Lots of things," he said suggestively.
"Like what?" she said.
"Too many to tell you," he chuckled.
He was getting hotter every moment, and he was eager for action.
"Baby," he smiled at her, "you know what I'd like to do to you?"
"Well judging from the way you're looking at me, honey," she said, "I have a pretty good idea."
"What?" he said boldly.
"You want to kiss me, don't you?" Nancy grinned.
"How'd you know?" he said, as his heart sank.
"Nancy," he said, "where do you come from?"
"Oh a little town in the mid-west," she said. "You probaby never heard of it. Athens."
"Athens?" he exclaimed. "That's in Greece."
"It's in Michigan," she said. "I thought everybody knew that."
"Well I never heard of it before," he said, "sorry."
"Well that's nice," she said, "you never heard of Athens. Well I think that you aren't very well informed in your geography."
"I may not know too much about geography," he admitted, "but I know a lot about other things."
His eyes were taking her all in.
"I don't know whether I should talk to you anymore," Nancy said.
"Why not?" he asked eagerly.
"Because from the way that you look at me I think you have designs on my body."
"Designs on your body," he said, "whatever made you think that?"
"Oh it's real easy to tell when a guy is turned on with me," she said. "His eyes are on my bosoms."
He shrugged casually and admitted, "Well it's so pretty you have to give them a glance anyway."
"Alright," she said, "I guess I'll accept that."
He was anxious to ask Nancy for a date and he wondered if he should.
"Nancy," he said, "how would you like to go to the movies with mef
"As long as we don't go to the drive-in movie," she said.
"That's the kind I wanted to take you to," he said.
"That's what I figured," she said, "all the boys want to take me to the pictures and make out."
"Well that wasn't the reason that I wanted to take you to the drive-in," he insisted. "I thought we could go and have some fun."
As they continued walking down the tree-lined street, Nancy began thinking about what he was saying. It would be fun to go to a show with me as long as he could keep his hands on his side.of the car.
"I want to ask you," she said, "if you think you could watch where you keep your hands."
"Of course I could," he said. "I would keep them on my side, don't you worry about that."
"Well I have to worry about it," she said, "that's the disadvantage of being a sexy, beautiful girl like I am."
He was beginning to wonder whether he liked her or not. All of these compliments directed toward herself were bugging him.
"You have a good opinion of yourself, don't you baby?" he smiled at her.
"Well why not?" she laughed. "If you don't think anything of yourself, surely no one else will."
"That's the truth," he admitted.
They parted with plans for the weekend, but he knew that he dare not disclose his plan to his mother, for she might try to put a wet damper on anything he wanted to do.
"Honey," she smiled. "I was thinking about
Saturday night. I was thinking where we might go, and I think if we went to a nice restaurant and had dinner we could come back home and have sex."
"Well you've got another thing coming," he blurted angrily, to think that she would go that far. "I've got a date."
"A what?" she gulped, not thinking she heard him right the first time.
"I lucked out," he smiled. "I got a date with the cutest blonde chick that ever came to our school. She's about five foot two with eyes of blue and beautiful bosoms and legs like you've never seen."
"Well it shows where your mind is," she said.
"Knock it off, Mom," he said angrily. "You don't have a padlock on me. I'm a free man."
"Of course you are," she said. "Free to hurt me all you want."
"I'm not hurting you," he said. "You have a way to make a date sound sinister. Well there's no reason why it should."
He went upstairs to his room and left her alone with her thoughts. Her mind was troubled now and she didn't know what to do to quiet it. Going into the kitchen, she helped herself to a bottle of booze that was handy. As she drank she reflected on the predicament that she was in. She hadn't planned that it would go on like this when she started. Her first effort was just to help him. However, as time progressed she fell madly, passionately in love.
The sticky cream from his cock ignited her imagination as she contemplated having it again. It was as if his penis represented the fountain of youth, and when she was balling him and got his juice, she was young again. She wished someone could talk to her about it, yet she was afraid. If only someone could understand.
She thought of her sister a moment or two. Eleanor. Eleanor would listen and help her. Then everything might be different. She went to the phone in the kitchen and called her up.
"No, I laid off it. I had a little nip, but that's all."
"I told you the last time I didn't care to hear your problems," Elly said.
"Well that's what they told Marilyn Monroe," she said, "they said they didn't want to hear her problems. And you know what happened to her."
"Who knows what happened to her?" Elly said. "And quit comparing yourself to a movie star to elicit my sympathy. I have sympathy for myself, and my own problems and I don't have any left over for you. Sorry, honey."
She hung up and that was that. There was one more person that she could call. She hated to call her as she was forever borrowing money from her. Cleo, the dope addict. She had met Cleo in college and Cleo had gone from bad to worse. She married rich, and that started her on her dope trail. She had nothing to spend her money on, but booze. Time hung heavy in her life, and she took to pills and the dope scene. Nevertheless she thought she'd call her, even though she'd hit her for a loan, she knew she didn't need the money, she just liked to borrow money.
She dialed her number and got her right away.
"Hi Cleo," she began.
"Imagine, I haven't heard from you in ages," she said.
"It has been a long time, hasn't it, dear ?" she said. "I've been so busy I guess you haven't heard about Glen and me."
"Yes, I did," she said. "I heard there was another woman or something, that he didn't think you were attractive, or worth anything in bed."
"Oh those wicked women," she said, "how they talk at that bridge club. Last week I was there, I. noticed how two-faced some of the women were. No doubt the minute I walked out of the place, they were talking about my impending divorce."
"Oh you know women," she said, "I'm sorry honey, but I have something I have to get to. Would you excuse me if I hung up?"
"Yes," she said.
She hung up and realized she was indeed alone. What made it all the more terrifying to her was that she knew her son was trying to get away from her at every opportunity. She decided to walk into his room and see if she could rouse him.
"What do you want, Mom?" he demanded, as she walked into his room.
"I thought I'd give you a little rub-down," she suggested.
"Thanks but no thanks," he told her.
"Why dear," she said, "you wouldn't want to turn down one of my rub-downs, would you?"
She had a bottle of rubbing alcohol in one hand and a bottle of oil in the other.
"Why are you so crazy to give me a rub-down?" he asked.
"Because," she said, "it would relax your muscles."
"I didn't know my muscles were tense," he said.
"Now don't be ridiculous," she said, "let Mother give you a little rub-down."
Before he could speak, she had the bed clothes pulled back. Then she was putting oil into the palm of her hand, and soon she was briskly rubbing her hands over his back. -
"Oh doesn't that feel good?" she exclaimed eagerly. "Sure it does, honey."
As she rubbed the oil up and down his back, he did begin to relax, but she decided she'd use as her focal point, his buttocks. If she could excite him there, she could ignite him any way she wanted to. Her fingertips massaged him carefully.
"Oh that does feel great," he said enthusiastically. "Yes, Mom, I like that."
As she toyed with his asscheeks, her fingers worked around his prostate gland.
"Keep that up," she told him. "Yes, wiggle your ass for Mamma."
His buttocks wiggled about, as the fingertips played with it. At the same time, she was loosening her blouse.
"Why don't you get in bed with me, Mom ?" he suggested.
"That's what I had in mind, son," she smiled.
He turned around to watch her now while she was slipping out of her clothes. He always liked to watch her strip. He noticed she was wearing a half-cup bra and commented on it.
"Is that a new kind of bra that you've got, Mom?" he smiled.
"Yes," she said, "and isn't it sexy? It's a half-cup bra. I always like this kind."
"Well it looks great on you," he said.
When her bosoms were released from the half-cup bra, she got to her feet, and then unfastening her skirt she let it fall to the floor. Now she was in bikini panties. Her son could see moisture on the material..
"Mom, you're dripping," he smiled.
"Am I?" she said, reaching under her panties.
She fingered herself a moment or two to get him excited.
"So take them off," he said eagerly.
"Sure honey," she said.
When she had finished that, she decided to pour oil all over herself.
"Now what are you doing?" Bill asked her.
"I'm applying oil," she said. "It will make my body glisten."
She poured the oil on carefully and soon her entire body was glistening.
"Oh wow!" he smiled. "Do you ever look beautiful."
"Not bad," she grinned. "Well honey, how about it?"
"How about what, Mom?" he smiled.
"You just lie on your stomach, lover," she said, "and I'll roll my body all around your naked body."
She straddled him, and then she lowered her bosoms over his buttocks.
"Arch your ass up to meet me," she asked eagerly.
The boy arched his buttocks upward and she bent down. Now it was an exciting collision. Her soft breast crushing on his firm round ass.
"Oh wow!" she gasped excitedly. "That's fantastic."
He was delighted and excited and so was she.
"Oh does that ever feel good," she said enthusiastically. "That's what I nke."
Flaying with her this way he got very turned on.
"Oh rub your big bosoms all over my ass," he said, "With that oil on, Mom, it feels fantastic."
She reached up to stroke his back with her hands and massaged him as she worked her bosoms irico his buttocks.
"Oh Mom," he said, "this feels fantastic. Put your hand under my cock."
She reached under him with one hand. She felt of his enormous male organ. She loved the ex- citement of his rock hard cock as it pressed against the palm of her hand.
"Oh sweetheart," she said, "we don't dare do this for long. I don't want you to go off in my hand. I want to eat you."
"Good, Mom," he said. "I want you to do that too."
He was really getting turned on now, as he turned over.
She gripped his hot thighs and begged him to press his hot thighs against her cheeks as she gripped his penis in one hand. Closing in on her, he put another pillow under his head and watched.
"Eat my cock," he begged.
She let her tongue whip over the head of it quickly.
"Oh Mom," he told her, "I can't take much of that. You'd better put your mouth over it. Come on.
She slid her mouth over the head of it and then moving it around quickly, she got him there.
"Eat that cock," he cried enthusiastically, "eat it. Come on, Mom, do me."
The pleasure was building every second. He loved the sensation that she was creating.
"Oh wow!" he panted, as he thrust forward. Now her hot hands were grasping his ass-cheeks. She was massaging him, and with the oil on her hands and the oil on his asscheeks, he felt a slippery excitement.
"Come on, I'm going to give you a load," he begged. "Faster. Faster. All the way. Let me ram it down your throat."
With a driving hard thrust he rode his penis down her throat. She loved the sensation as it rubbed against her throat.
"Oh," he groaned excitedly, "I can't stand it. This is too much. Oh Mom, gobble my cock."
She opened her eyes to watch him as he thrust it forward. She loved the sight of his curly pubic hairs. She was thrilled with his enormous shaft. She was glad at last she could get sex, the way her husband couldn't give it to her.
"Now you're doing it," he enthused. "Keep that up. Oh yes, keep it up."
The sensations continued, until she juiced in his face.
"Oh wow!" he panted. "Gobble my cock."
The hot cream spurted into her mouth. Eagerly she gobbled his juice.
"Ahhhh," he groaned in ecstasy. "That's what f wanted. Eat it!"
The sticky sperm was a taste treat for her. She gladly gobbled every drop of it.
"That's what I wanted," he gasped eagerly. "Yes, that's the way I wanted it."
She bent over as far as she could and worked her mouth farther down over his shaft. Now she was jiggling his balls as if she was trying to pump more juice out of his penis.
"Yes," he panted, "keep that up. That's what I want, yes baby, yes."
The sensational excitement that had been generated was forcing him to want more action. Even though she flipped off his cock, she could tell from his swelling balls and the size of his cock that wouldn't go down that he required still more action.
"What should I do now?" she smiled.
"Why don't you ride me?" he suggested.
"What's that, dear?" she asked. "I don't know, is that something new?"
"Well I saw it in a dirty picture that a "kid at school showed me," he told her.
"You shouldn't be looking at those pictures," she complained.
"Knock it off, Mom," he said, "and climb on my cock. Why don't you straddle me, facing the opposite direction, and then you can watch in the mirror."
"Alright," she agreed. "Ride a good cock to orgasm town."
Sex had become a game to the two of them. All inhibitions were lost. They had only one thing in mind, how to obtain the most erotic gratification.
"Oh Mom," he gasped excitedly, as he felt her sliding her pussy down over his shaft.
"Hang in there, honey," she said, "let's see if you're good for the second round."
As she ground her hips around, he grabbed her asscheeks."
"Oh, the view from here is tremendous," he said. "You sure have a nice ass. Twist it, honey."
She twisted it for her son, and he got her so stimulated he was afraid he would juice right way. However, he didn't want to. He wanted to make it last. That was the trouble with the first piece of ass, he moved too quickly.
"Fuck it," he demanded, "fuck. Yes, Mom, fuck, baby, fuck."
Now she was giving him what he wanted. She was twisting her ass this way and that, taking his big cock with her.
"How about this, son?" she smiled, as she winked back at him.
"You've got the hang of it, Mom," he said, "now you're doing it. Oh yes, I like that."
Harder and hotter and faster he fucked her. The pleasure was building now.
"Fuck it!" he gasped excitedly. "Fuck, come on, baby, fuck!"
He sat up and grabbed her breasts.
"Oh I like it when your hot hands are on my big breasts, baby."
With his hands massaging her bosoms, he began pinching the nipples. When he could see this turned her on, he did it faster.
"Yes, Mom," he begged her, "keep that up. Keep your ass twisting."
Every second he became more intensely excited.
"Fuck it!" he begged. "Fuck, Mom. Faster, that's how I want it. Don't stop. Keep your tail twisting."
She was moving her hips faster now and the pleasure built every moment.
"Oh yes," she groaned in delight, "that's what Mamma wants. She wants a good fuck. Fuck baby, fuck."
He kept it up until she felt him beginning to stab in the last throes of fucking.
"Slow down baby," she advised him, "don't get your gun off too quick."
"I can't help it, Mom," he told her. "I get so turned on when I'm balling you I want to juice all the time."
"I know baby," she said, "but play it cool."
He slowed down and massaged her bosoms excitedly.
"I can't stand it," he gasped finally, "I'm cum- ing."
The penis exploded within her, and as the hot juices shot out of his cock, she came too.
"I'm cumming," she cried delightedly, "I'm cum-ing. Oh baby, isn't this beautiful, we can shout as loud as we want to, because your father isn't anywhere around."
Meantime, Glen, the father, was definitely concerned. He had an appointment with a lawyer friend a day later and the lawyer suggested quietly, "Why do you think she is asking for a divorce?"
"I guess it's because I drink too much," he said, "that's it."
"I don't believe that's the reason for a moment," the attorney said. "She has been putting up with your drinking all these years. Why is it now she's making such a big fuss?"
"You know I never thought about that," he said. "But the two of them just seem to gang up on me."
"Two of who ganged up on you?" the attorney asked eagerly.
"My wife and my son," he admitted.
"Your wife and your son?" the attorney's voice boomed, "that's incredible."
"Oh, come off it," Glen told him, "don't suggest that my kid is fucking my old lady."
Stranger things have been known to happen," the attorney said, "and when you are contemplating a divorce, you must leave no stone unturned to uncover something on her. In other words, you've got to get the goods on her."
"Now if you are inferring that my son is a motherfucker," he said, "I'm going to get mad."
"Save your anger," the attorney smiled, "and face facts. You are getting the short end of the stick. Your wife has something in mind and if you can figure out why she suddenly demands a divorce then you will be lucky."
"Yes," he said, "I would be lucky. But don't try to link my wife and my son. That is filthy. That's something to make one of those Hollywood movies about."
"Well if there was anything to it," he said, "you could always sell it to the movies. They are looking for the dirtiest things that they can find."
"Isn't that true," he chuckled. "Did you see that one about this dame who loves another dame. And she gets, involved in a triangle. When her lover wants to marry the dame she wants to kill her boyfriend. It's really sick. What's the world coming to?"
"I don't know," he admitted, "it's a pretty sick world."
"Now that's true," he said, "no wonder a guy is driven to drink. We have a lot of pleasant thoughts to think of. The operation overkill is a very pleasant thought. Do you know we have enough bombs in our arsenal to kill everybody a hundred times over?"
"Now why do we need that many?" the lawyer said. "Wouldn't fifty times be enough?"
"Not for the munitions makers and the bomb makers and all the other war birds."
"It does make you think, doesn't it," he said.
"That's exactly what I've been trying to tell you," he insisted. "Just think about the possibilities of what your wife might be involved with, if she has a lover, find out. If the lover should happen to be your own son, don't get too uptight."
"But don't worry," he assured him, "that will not be the case."
"And don't you be so sure," the attorney smiled.
When Glen walked out of the attorney's office, he couldn't help wonder who his wife was making out with. He was sure she had found someone, because she had been making cracks about his virility. That led him to believe that she must have someone she was having sex with who was giving her more action than he could.
Meantime, his son was more concerned with his date with Nancy than with anything else. He could hardly wait for the weekend to come. But he needed a car. He decided to ask a buddy of his to borrow his car. He went over to Allan's house who lived two doors down the street and ask him if he could borrow his car for a Saturday night date.
"Now you're asking me an awful lot," Allan said. "If you got in trouble with my car, my old man would kill me."
"Your old man isn't going to find out," he told him.
"My old man is onto everything," he said. "He would kill me if he knew I was giving you the keys to my car."
"Well I've got a driver's license," he told him, trying to allay his fears.
"That's not enough," he said.
"What do you want, blood?" he asked him.
"No, I don't want your blood," he said, "but I want to know what you want to use the car for. Are you a dope runner or something?"
"No," he said, "I don't dig that trip. I don't even smoke grass like all the other kids do."
"Well what do you want it for?" he insisted on knowing.
"If you must know," he said, "I got a date with Nancy."
"That cute little blonde chick with the gorgeous body?" Allan asked eagerly.
"That's the one," he said. "Now that you've pumped me, I suppose you'll be getting that information all over school."
"No I don't want to tell anybody about that," he said, "I want to save that cute little pussy for you and me."
"How do you mean you and me?" he shot back quickly.
"Share and share alike," Allan smiled eagerly. "Of course I would be glad to loan you my car. We're buddies, right?"
Bill looked at him grimly.
"You're a sonofabitch," he said.
"Sure I am," he said. "But I've got the car, and you aren't going to have a pussy unless you've got a car."
"So that means I've got to pimp for you," he said, "and I'm not about to do it. She's-from a little town in the mid-west. I don't even think she gives out."
"What do you mean?" Allan asked. "They fuck back there, don't they?"
"Sure they fuck back there," he said, "but I don't think they do all the wild things that we do."
"Well it's about time she learned what lif is all about," he said, "and yeu and I can te ich her."
"She's never going to go for a double date," he said.
"No, I suppose she won't," he said. "But I'll tell you what. You break her in right, and then she'll be ready for me."
"You've got a dirty mind," he said, "you really have."
"I guess I have," he admitted, "but I'm not going to let you take me."
"I'm not trying to take you," Bill insisted, "but I don't want to share her with you."
"You're too young to get anybody pregnant," he said. "You just want to have some fun. You don't want a steady girl. So let her live and you live a little too."
Realizing the position that he was in, he decided at first to go. But as he walked through the door, his buddy went over to him.
"Now look," he said, "if you refuse my offer now, you can't come back to me."
"What makes you think I'd want to?" he asked.
"Because you want her bad," he said. "I can see that."
"Sure I do," he admitted, "but not bad enough to be taken by you."
"Bitchin!" he said. "We understand each other. Alright, buddy, good fuck."
"Go fuck yourself," he told him.
However, as Bill thought about it a little more, he decided he should not walk out on Allan. If Allan meant what he said, he might lose a chance to have Nancy at all. It might be better to share her than lose her. Turning around, he nodded.
"You win," he said, "and I'm sorry you do."
"You're being reasonable, and I'm happy for you and Nancy and me."
"Only I get my first whack at her," he told him, "you come along a lot later."
"What makes you so sure you're going to score, buddy boy?" he asked.
"Just because I know I'm a gcod stud," he said.
"If you don't mind my saying so," he chuckled, "you've got a big ego."
"And a big cock to go with it," he said proudly.
"You must be getting a lot of ass lately," he said, "who are you shacking up with?"
"None of your balls business," he said.
"It's always my business to find out if good pussy is being passed around," he informed him.
"Well," he told him, "forget about it."
"No," Allan insisted, "I'm curious."
"Well I'm not telling you," he said.
"Would you like to see some pictures I've got of gorgeous dames?" he smiled.
"Sure I would," he agreed.
Coming over to him, he saw three or four colorful pictures. One showed a woman sitting on a kitchen table. A honey container was beside her pussy and it appeared honey was dripping from her mound. The man's face was even with her pussy, and his tongue was halfway in.
"I'd like to eat that honey, wouldn't you?" Allen grinned excitedly.
"That's an idea," he said, "put honey in it."
"Now look at this one," he smiled.
The next picture showed a woman's behind up in the air and the man was stabbing it to her.
"What is he doing?" he asked. "Is he giving her an ass fuck?"
"No," he told him, "he is sliding it to her pussy from a backward angle. You get the cock in farther that way."
"And wow, look at that!" he smiled, as he saw a picture of a couple going to town on each other.
The man had his face over the woman's mound, and the woman was grasping the man's penis.
"Look at them go," he said. "That is what I call a wild fuck."
Both boys were looking at the picture in amaze- ment.
"Did you ever have a chick like this?" Allan asked.
"No, I never have," he admitted.
"Well you ought to try it sometime," he said. "Sixty-nine is the best position."
"It looks like a lot of fun," he admitted.
In his mind's eye he could see himself with the gorgeous blonde Nancy. He could see his face over her mound. He could feel his tongue sliding in the vagina, while at the same time she was grabbing his cock and licking it.
"I'm so glad that kids today can have fun with their bodies," Allan told him bluntly. "Back in our parents' time they didn't have much fun."
"Oh, that's what you think," he told him. "They were fucking back then just the same way. They just didn't talk about it."
"I don't think so," Allan said. "I really don't. I asked my mother if she knew what sixty-nine was and she didn't. I asked my Dad and he said he didn't know either."
"They just didn't want to talk about it," Bill told him.
He was silent for a moment as he thought of how different his Mom was. He couldn't help wonder if she wasn't oversexed or a nymphomaniac or something. Apparently she loved sex and had for a long time. Or perhaps she hadn't gotten enough, as she claimed. His mind seesawed back and forth as he tried to figure out what her actual situation was.
"Have you ever had a girl go down on you?" Allan asked him.
"Sure I have," he said.
"It really is fantastic," he said. "I have a nice chick at school who did me. She was fantastic. I got her to eat my ass too."
"Eat your ass?" he asked. "I've heard of chicks doing it but I've never had one doing it."
"Well it's a wild sensation," he said. "It really is."
"I bet it is," he assured him.
The longer he thought about it, the hotter he became for some sex.
"How do they do that?" he asked.
"Oh you just throw your legs up in the air, and some dame gets down there and does it."
"Don't they hate to do it?" he asked.
"No," Allan assured him, "they wouldn't do it if they didn't love to. They just slip their tongue in there."
"Wow!" he thought to himself. "That sure would be interesting."
Now he put down the pictures and looked at his buddy.
"Well-in catch you later, buddy," he said. "It was a lot of fun talking to you about what we're going to do."
"I hope they've got a good movie this weekend," Allan said. "One of those war pictures. That always makes the girls come over closer to you automatically."
"Well I think that's what they're showing," he said. "Anyway, w iatever they're showing, I'm going to have her ai d she's going to have me. I know that."
"Right in there, tiger," he congratulated him. "That is the attitude. If you hesitate, you are lost"
"I found that out when I first started fucking," Bill informed him.
The two boys parted and they were set for Saturday night.
"Where have you been tonight?" his mother demanded.
"None of your business," he said.
"That's a fine way to talk to your Mom," she said. "No respect at all."
"Do you think you deserve much respect, Mom?" he demanded.
"Just because we've had sex, son, doesn't mean that you have a right to talk to me any way you want to."
CHAPTER SIX
When Saturday night came, Margaret was weeping as Bill left home.
"Now what are you crying about?" he demanded.
"Us," she said, "we're on the rocks."
"You're on the rocks," he said, "not me. I'm happy. Mom."
"Sure," she said, "you're happy because you're spiteful and vengeful. You've destroyed something we had going for us."
Just then his father stepped into the living room.
"You didn't even bother to knock," she said. "You don't belong here anymore."
"Why are you crying, Margaret?" the man asked his wife.
"Because," she said, "our son is going out with that slut at school."
"Nancy is no slut," Bill said angrily. "You're just jealous."
"Jealous?" his father asked suspiciously.
Vividly the words of his attorney came to his mind, and suddenly he saw a way out of his dilemma. If he could discover, that in reality Margaret was making all this fuss then he knew he would be home free.
"Of course I'm jealous," she said, "I'm left alone. I'm happy if he could have a good time always, but I'm jealous of the happiness I can't have because of you."
Glen didn't completely buy this.
"You know I'd like to talk to you, Margaret, after he goes," he said.
Instantly Bill caught on. He could tell his father was suspicious and having detected this, he decided that he would beat it as fast as he could. He was too ashamed to look him in the eye.
"Well I'll be going now," he said, "It's good to see you again, Dad."
"Yes, son," he smiled, "it's good to see you again."
Before he got out the door, he called after him, "Have a good time."
"I will," he said. "The girl is spectacular."
"Just be careful," he said. "I don't want you getting any chick pregnant."
"I won't," he assured him.
When he had gone, Glen sat on the sofa and looked at his wife evenly.
"You know, Margaret," he said, "I was speaking with my attorney about us, and he thought that it was very strange that all of a sudden you wanted a divorce."
"What do you mean strange?" she demanded. "Isn't it about time I had a change?"
"We went along like this for years," he reminded her. "I came home late, I drank and I played around with other women, arid you didn't make a big fuss. Now, all of a sudden you are furious. What happened, Margaret?"
"None of your business," she said. "It is absolutely none of your business."
"Well I'm afraid it is," he said. "When I have to pay alimony, that's my business, and it could be big business stretched out over a period of twenty years or more."
"Oh you're afraid to pay the price for what you've done," she said quickly. "I understand. It's perfectly clear to me that I will not be softened by your dirty inuendos."
"You're pretty cagey," he said, "a lot cagier than I suspected." "Now don't try any tricks on me," Margaret said, "because I'm not falling for them anymore. I've had it up to here."
"So have I," he said, "and I'm sick and tired of what I have been through."
The two of them listened and finally a point was being macle.
"I'm going to fight you at that divorce trial," he said, "and fight you all the way. I'm going to find out what made you all of a sudden decide to want a divorce."
"Well I'm prepared to fight you," she said. "I didn't figure it would be easy. You never have been an easy man to deal with."
"Actually I was too easy on you," he reflected. "I let you wear the pants, and you wanted to wear the pants long before women's lib ever got going."
"Now what do you mean?" she said nervously.
"You boss me," he reminded her. "Time and again when you wanted something you got it. It didn't make any difference whether I could afford it or not. Your desire was my command, and I didn't appreciate living like that. You kept me broke most of the time."
"That's too bad," she said, "and what about all the money that went out of our household on your drinks and your dames?"
"There wasn't much left when you got through," he insisted.
"That's a big farce," she said. "You never gave me an honest accounting of what you earned. I was forever finding money in your pocket that you couldn't have if you were telling me the truth of how much you made."
"I didn't dare tell you the truth of what I made," he said, "or you would have spent it."
Margaret knew she was fighting for her life. If her husband ever could connect her with doing something with their son, she knew that her goose was cooked in court and her reputation would be so smeared she would be ruined everywhere.
"I suppose it gives you a warped pleasure to come in here and find us in a little tangle," she said.
"I am not just thinking of this tangle," he said, "I'm putting it all together. I remember very well when you two were having breakfast. Both times your hand was over his and his hand was on your hand. It was very sentimental, very motherly affection, and all of that crap."
"You are despicable," she said angrily, "for you to infer that there was anything wrong with that beautiful relationship of mother and son that we have, is disgusting."
"I'm suggesting that, Margaret," he said, "and I just thought I'd put you wise."
"You are trying to get out of your responsibilities," she said, "I understand, and I feel sorry for you. You must feel miserable inside. We had a beautiful marriage and you destroyed it all."
"Did I?" he demanded.
"You certainly did," she said. "I was the devoted wife. I was forever taking care of everything for you, and you never appreciated me."
"That's a big lie," he said, "and you know it. I was always showing you affection and kindness, that was, until you tried to be boss. I couldn't stomach that. I'm sorry."
"Well you should be," she said. "You should be sorry."
Glen got to his feet and walked away from her.
"Take it easy, dear wife," he said. "And I'll catch you later."
She didn't answer. The double entendre comment got to her. She knew what he was saying and it sickened her.
When he had gone, she had time to think. And as she thought, she became more uptight. She could see that she had created a web for herself, a web that she was spinning toward her own self-destruction. This very moment she imagined her son feeling of the girl, he was taking out, and picturing him in her imagination caused her such torture that she was climbing the walls. The only release that she could get from the torment that she felt was to take a drink and she didn't hesitate to do this.
She went into the kitchen and got a bottle. Bringing it to her lips she poured it. As it tickled down her throat, she felt relief slipping over her, then with exultation she decided she would continue her life as she had led it and not change. She had made her course and nothing was going to stop her from going where she was going.
In the meantime her young son was having a ball at the drive-in movie. Nancy was proving to be a delightful date. As they drove into the theater she felt his hand affectionately.
"It's so nice to be with a fellow you can trust," she told him. "I've been looking for someone like you for such a long time."
"You can sure trust me," he said, "you can trust me to take good care of you."
He said it affectionately and once they were in the theater his arm went around her.
"I want to protect you, from some of the studs that are at school," he said. "They'd want to get fresh with you right off the bat."
"Oh I'm so glad that I can have a platonic relationship with someone like you," she said.
"Platonic?" he asked. "What's thatr
"Why don't you know?" she smiled. "Platonic means one where there is no sex."
"Oh," he gulped. "Yes."
That grabbed him by the balls. He watched the horror movie-and tried to use every device he could to get closer to her without letting on how hot he was for sex with her. It was rather difficult but when one finger touched her bosom, she pushed it aside.
"Naughty, naughty," she smiled at him.
"Oh I'm sorry," he said, "I guess I got carried away with the picture."
"Well I'll remind you, so we'll keep our distance, I promised Mother and Dad I'd be a good girl."
"Well sure," he said, "I wouldn't want you to do anything bad."
"I know you wouldn't," she said. "I trust you completely."
Saying that, he realized how foolish she was. Yet somehow he had to help her. As the picture progressed, he told her, "You don't know what it means to meet a nice girl like you. Going to that school can be dangerous. There are guys there who would try all sorts of things on you."
"Like what?" she asked.
"Well I hate to even say it," he said. "But some of those guys would like to finger you."
"Finger me?" she asked. "What do you mean?"
"Well like this," Bill explained. His hands slid under her mini skirt, then he felt of her panties. They were moist which was the sign he was hoping for.
"They would slip their finger right under your panties like this," he explained.
Instantly she felt his hands down there and got excited. When he slid a finger into her pussy, she gripped it tightly with her vagina muscles.
"That's bad, isn't it?" she asked him.
"That's real bad," he said.
"Why does it feel so good if it's so bad?" she demanded.
"Well that's the bad part," he said, "it feels good."
"I'm getting confused," she said.
"Well most people are," he said. "That's what makes life so rotten. The bad things feel good."
"Well I don't mind you doing it," she said, "especially when you're sort of educating me."
"That's good," he said, "because I figure this is an education."
"Of course it is," she said.
"Oh, it's good education," she said, as he slammed it into her.
"There's another thing bad boys like to do," he said.
"What's that?"she asked innocently, her blue eyes looking up at him.
"Well they do something I'd better explain," he said, "by doing."
He got in front of her and pulled her panties down. Then he pressed his face against her.
"They like to do this," he explained.
"Oh that's good," she said.
"But they say it's bad," he said.
"I wonder why?" she said. "For when your tongue licks there, it's the best thing Fve had since the dog."
"You've been doing it with the dog?" he demanded.
"Yes," she admitted, "I've been doing it with the dog."
"That's bad," he said.
"But it felt so good" she said.
"Just don't worry about it now," he said, "I'll lick you there and you see what happens."
"I know what happens," she smiled.
He continued licking and he stabbed away inside her.
"Oh I love that," she cried excitedly. "That's beautiful. Keep it up, baby."
He kept it up alright, and now she was shaking.
"Eat my pussy," she cried enthusiastically. "That's what I like, oh yes, eat it."
The sensations continued. She was wiggling now so much he could hardly keep her quiet.
"Eat it," she begged, "eat it baby."
Suddenly she gushed. He lapped away at the delicious substance.
"Oh," he groaned in delight, "what a pussy."
Now he was dying to have her do him.
"I want you to have me now," he smiled.
"Oh I could never do a thing like that," she said.
"That's what you think," he urged her. "Come on, baby, you'd be surprised what you can do."
He slid his finger down and pulled out his penis. He reached for her hand and placed it on his male member.
"How about that?' he smiled.
"Oh you're a bad boy," she said. "I shouldn't be touching you."
"But I want to," he insisted. "Please baby, let me.
Suddenly she was enjoying it. He ran his hand over hers and she was slowly sliding it back and forth.
"Just like that," he told her. "Easy does it." As he moved his hand back and forth, she became more excited every moment.
"Keep that up," he begged her, "keep it up." She kept it up until he couldn't stand it any- more.
"That's it," he panted, "faster, faster."
She continued doing it, and then he told her with a smile on his face, "I'd really like it if you'd eat it."
"Put my mouth on that big thing?" she said, pulling away.
"It won't hurt you," he said.
"It looks like a big snake," she exclaimed.
"Get down there, baby," he smiled. "Go on."
Shyly Nancy bent over and as he saw the honey haired blonde bending over his rod, he got hotter and hotter.
"Come on, baby," he told her, "gobble it."
Slowly she let her pink tongue lick the crown of his quivering cock.
"Keep it up," he told her, "that's beautiful."
The pleasure was gaining in momentum every moment. He loved it.
"Keep it up," he gasped excitedly, "that's what I want. Keep going, baby."
The intense delight that he felt at this moment continued and as she plunged her mouth over his penis, he stabbed it to the back of her throat.
"You're choking me," she cried as she pulled off him.
"No I wasn't," he said, "I was just giving you a little throat fuck."
"Well I just want it in my mouth," she said. "I don't want you slamming that big old thing down my throat, I could hardly breathe."
"You'll get used to it," he explained. "You'll breathe through your nose."
"Well I don't know," Nancy objected.
"Come on, honey," he said, "my balls are itching."
She looked at his balls and then he got an idea. If she would lick them for a while, maybe he could work up to the other.
"Those balls are loaded with hot cream for you, baby," he explained. "Now you get down there honey, and lick."
She got her face even with his testicles even once more and began lashing away with her tongue at his testicles.
"Oh I like that," he said, "that feels fantastic. Come on, baby."
He was really turned on now and so was she. As her mouth worked over his balls, she began wondering what was in them. She was curious to know what his ball juice would taste like. She wondered what her pussy juice tasted like to him. All of these curious thoughts propelled her tongue to continue lashing at his testicles.
"Lick up the underside of my cock," he commanded.
She let her tongue lash up the underside of his penis, then when she was right over the head of it, he grabbed her head and shoved her down hard.
"Now that's it, baby," he said, "take it, every inch of it."
He stabbed away, viciously now as she did for him.
"Clamp your lips on tight, baby," he explained, "that's the right way to do it. There's a wrong way and a right way."
She found that she could build up pressure and consequently a suction in her mouth if she held on with her lips tightly. The action continued until he couldn't stand it anymore.
"Oh wow!" he panted. "That is too much."
The pleasure was building now and the anticipation of what his cream would taste like propelled her mouth to continue working over his penis.
"You're going to love what I've got in those balls for you, baby," he told her. "Yes baby it's thick, it's nice white cream. Hot, honey."
That made her work all the more for it. Feverishly, she let her mouth slide up and down the length of his shaft. She tickled the balls with her fingertips, and this ignited him all the more.
"Gobble it, baby," he told her, "take it all in. Oh yes, come on, baby, that's what I want, now you're doing it, faster, honey, faster, go to it." She kept her mouth moving every moment. "Oh, ah, yes, yes. That's what I want. All the way, baby, take it, baby."
As she vigorously worked her mouth over him, she continued playing with his balls. He spread his legs, and threw his head back.
"Eat," he cried passionately, "eat it, baby, eat that cock, that's what I've got for you, baby, come on, eat it!"
Suddenly the white cream erupted. Her mouth was splashed with his sperm as Bill came.
"Oh," he groaned in delight, "get it. Get every drop of it, baby."
She gladly took him all in. She could never believe that she could do it until it was happening. Then suddenly it didn't matter. All she wanted was his cock cream and gladly, greedily, she gobbled it for him. Finally she released it. As she saw his penis flip in front of her face, she smiled.
"That wasn't half bad, honey," she said.
"Wait till I get you in the back seat," he said, "I'm going to stab this cock in your pussy."
"Now how you talk," she said. "We can't do it."
"Maybe you can't honey," he said, "but I sure can. I'm still hot. I'm good for a second round."
"Oh Bill," she said, "I feel so guilty. You don't know what my Daddy would say if he saw me now."
"Don't worry about your Daddy, honey," he said. "You're too old for that kind of stuff."
"Daddy wouldn't like it at all," she assured him.
"You're old enough now," he said. "Let's get in the back seat."
"Let's think it over," she smiled.
"We can think about it later," he said, "but right now let's fuck."
Strangely, his words had a hypnotic effect on her. Even though she knew she should resist him, she decided she was going to join him in the back seat. She spread out in the back seat, and as he stabbed his huge cock into her, her vagina muscles gripped it.
"That's it," he told her, "hang in there."
It felt fantastic to her, and she was delighted and excited as he continued stabbing in there.
"Fuck it," he cried passionately. "Grab my ass honey while I'm fucking you."
It was a strange thing for her to put her hands on a boy's behind. But if that was what Bill wanted her to do, she decided that was the thing that was appropriate to do, and once she placed her hot hands on his asscheeks, she moved them up his backside.
"Oh I love that," he told her, "that feels juicy."
The excitement and the pleasure continued. Finally, when he knew he couldn't stand it anymore, he told her, "Lay off, relax. I don't want to get my gun off quite yet."
She lay there and relaxed as he said to, then he thrust in slow movements.
"Oh baby," he smiled, as his hands ravaged her breasts. "What a gorgeous blonde piece of ass you are."
"JDon't talk about me that way," she said, as tears misted her eyes.
"That's the best compliment a guy could pay you," he said, "you're a great grind."
"Is that all I am to you?" she said, as she refused to grip his penis in her pussy.
"You're a lot more, honey," he said. "I sure am full of passion, and I'm dying to fuck you but baby you mean a tremendous amount to me, and don't you ever forget it."
As he looked into her blue eyes and saw the innocence and goodness flashing forth, it made him all the more hot to get his rocks off.
"I'm going to fuck you now, baby," he whispered eagerly. "I'm going to fuck you like you've never been fucked before."
Now with his hands on her breasts he thrust vigorously. To his vigorous thrusts she replied with pelvis movements. Grinding her hips around and pushing her pelvis up to meet his advancing cock stabs, she was bringing him closer to a scorching climax.
"If we do it just right, honey, we'll make it together."
"That would be beautiful," she cried. "I'd love that."
"Sure you would," he smiled, "and so would I."
He kept pumping it into her and suddenly she felt herself cumming. The added lubrication made him stab his penis faster. In perpetual piston thrusts he got his gun off.
"I'm cumming," he cried passionately, "I made it, baby, all the way. Oh baby, you're too much. I fucked you."
The penis exploded in her vagina and she groaned in delight.
"Oh baby," she moaned excitedly, "what a fuck off!"
The passionate pleasure they had enjoyed together had brought them to a beautiful moment.
"Oh wow!" he panted. "That is beautiful. Yes, baby, yes."
He continued thrusting while her hot hands gripped his asscheeks. She grabbed them tightly now as she wanted him to press in harder, harder. Every inch of his cock was swallowed up in her grabbing vagina.
"You're tremendous," he gasped, "you have no idea what you did for me tonight, baby."
The pleasure that they had enjoyed together was not minimized for one moment by her innocence. It was magnified if anything.
"I guess I wasn't too good at it," she said, as she slid her panties back on.
"Honey," he said, "you're just the kind of girl I like to fuck. I don't go for those dames who do it with everybody. When they've had heavy traffic, I don't care for them."
"I'm so glad you said that," she said, "because I was developing an inferiority complex."
"What over?" he said. "You've got no reason to feel inferior."
"Oh yes I do," she said, "I haven't had all the experience that those girls at school have."
"That's too bad, baby," he said, "it really is."
As he looked at her, he got hotter for more action.
"You know, baby," she smiled, "I really have had a lovely time tonight."
"So have I," he said. "But don't rap about it with anybody else."
"Don't worry," she said, "this is just between you and me. It's real personal."
"You bet it is," he assured her.
Now they leaned back and enjoyed the movie. As she rested her blonde head on his chest,, he felt more like a man than he had ever felt before, and he was grateful that she had ever come to his school.
"I'll bet your Mom would have a fit if she knew what was going on," she giggled.
"She sure would," he agreed.
Little did she know how much of a fit she would have, he thought to himself.
And never would she know, he also thought.
It bothered him the moment she mentioned Mom. For that resurrected an awful syndrome that he was much better off forgetting. He realized how low she would sink if ever she knew that he was to all intents and purposes a common motherfucker. He threw that thought out of his mind, saying it wouldn't help him if he thought of it. Nevertheless, he couldn't help thinking of the truth.
"What are you thinking about, honey?" she asked.
"You and me, baby," he said, determined not to reveal anything that was troubling him.
"But you look so sad, honey," she said.
"Do I?" he asked her.
"Yes baby," she said. "Awfully sad."
"Well don't worry about it," he said nervously.
"But we want to reveal everything," she said, "everything that we feel."
"Sometimes," he said sadly, "it's better not to say what you're thinking."
"I know what you're thinking," she said quickly.
Guilt flashed through him in waves. He wondered if it was written all over his face what he was.
"What am I thinking?" he asked eagerly.
"You've got a guilty conscience about something," she said.
"Do I?" he asked.
"Sure you do," she said. "I can see that. It's simple enough."
"Why?" he asked, wondering if she had ESP.
"How should I know?" she said. "But I have a hunch."
"What's your hunch, baby?" he asked.
"I feel you are uptight because you've got another girl. And you're going to have to tell her it's all over between you and her. Right?"
"Almost right," he said.
"Almost right?" she asked. "That's not an answer, that's an evasion."
Bill knew that worst of all he was trying to evade the truth himself and this is what tormented him, tortured him.
"I know what your problem is," she said.
"Tell me," he smiled, "what is my problem?"
"Your problem, baby," she smiled, "is that you are afraid to face the truth."
"Maybe I am," he admitted.
"Tell me, is she a pretty girl?" she asked him.
"She's attractive," he admitted.
"She lives close to you?" she asked.
"Too close for comfort," he said, "and honey I don't care to be given some inquisition. We're not married or anything yet."
"No," she said, "but we're practically going steady. When we've had sex like we've had it, it means something, doesn't it?"
"Yes," he admitted, "it must. It means we really connect."
"You bet we do, honey," she said, "and not many people connect like that."
"Well not that quickly anyway," he admitted.
"Honey," she smiled, "I feel very strongly about this. If you were fair at all you would really reveal to me who you are so crazy about. Of course that's all past history." J
"Right," he said, "that's the past. This is the present. Let's forget the past and live in the present."
When the movie was over, they drove out. A parking lot attendant stopped them.
"Next time you two come in here," he said, "I don't want you using the place as a motel. If you're going to use it to fuck, we've got to charge you more."
"What do you mean?" he asked angrily.
"Well we have parking spaces for fuckers, with room between the cars," he explained, "and that costs more. We don't want the place to get a bad name, if you know what I mean."
"Oh that's groovy," he said, "I didn't know that you had that policy."
"Well we had to have it," he said, "there was so much action going on that a lot of the older people were complaining. They said a lot of sex maniacs were carrying on at our place. Of course we knew it was just the high school kids making out in their usual way."
"Great,", he said, "I'll keep in mind what you say. What's the password, buddy?"
"When you come in," he said, "ask for the reserved spaces."
"Got you," he said.
As he drove home, he was happy. The music was playing on the radio softly and the honey haired blonde was sitting closely.
"Nancy," he said, "do you like strawberry mint ice cream?"
"I sure do," she said.
"Nancy," he asked, "do you like swimming and rock records?"
"I love them," she said. "I really do. In summertime I'm a beach girl."
"I'm a beach boy in summertime," he said. "I love it. I love to go surfing too."
"And scuba diving?" she asked. "That's what my brother Dale does."
"Yes, I love scuba diving too," he smiled.
"We've got enough in common to almost go steady now, haven't we?" she asked eagerly.
"You sure are anxious to go steady, Nancy," he said. "What's the big rush?"
"Well I'll tell you why," she explained. "A pretty girl like me has so many opportunities that she has to get a regular guy. Otherwise, the fellows give her a tough time and the girls are jealous because they're afraid she will be taking their boyfriends away. My life will be hell on earth if I don't get a steady quick."
"Well get ready baby, because I'm going to ask you to go steady."
"Oh I thought you'd never ask," Nancy said happily. "Oh that's nice."
"I think it is," he said, feeling very much like an older man.
"We should have some little sign so others will know," she said. "Should it be one of those friend- ship rings or a nice little wrist watch or a pretty pin?"
"I don't have any money for any of those things," he said.
"Well I have a nice friendship ring left over from my last love," she said, "and that was back up in Michigan, so no one would know out here that it is the same friendship ring Freddie gave me."
"Did Freddie fuck you?" he asked quickly
"Do you want the truth?" she demanded.
"Yes," he said.
"Yes," she said, "Freddie fucked me. He was good at it too. But not half as good as you. He was a cop. He never used his mouth on my pussy."
"He was no good if he wasn't a pussy man too," Bill told her. "That's the test of a real lover, how he uses his tongue."
"Well you passed that test with flying colors," she told him, "we really had a good time, didn't we?"
"We sure did," he agreed.
After he had deposited Nancy at her place and taken the car back to his buddy Allan's place, Allan asked him eagerly, "Did you fuck her?"
"Couldn't get to first base," he said, "but I've got to go steady."
"I don't believeyou," Allan said. "Well I can't help that," Bill sa; quickly. "I sure can't help if you don't want to believe the truth. I'm going steady with that chick and eventually I'm going to get into her pants. But I can't offer her pussy to you now. Maybe never."
"What do you mean?" Allan said, jumping up and down.
"I mean I love her," he said. "But what has love got to do with letting me fuck her?" Allan demanded.
"Well when you love somebody," he said, "you don't let another person fuck her."
"Who says so?" Allan said, paying no attention to what he had to say.
"I say so, buddy," he said, "and what I say goes. Do you like it?"
"No," he said, "I don't like it."
"Well you can just lump it," Bill said angrily.
"Fuck you," Allan said, "some friend. So I give you my car and now you impress her. So she wants to go steady with you. The prettiest girl in high school. You burn the hell out of me."
"I'm sorry," he said, "but that's the way I look at it."
"You're not sorry at all," he said, "you're a two-timing, double-crossing fuck-up." "You'd better not talk that way to me, buddy boy," he said, "I've had some karate."
"Well I'm not afraid of your karate chops," he said. "Now get the hell out of my place. You used my car and you apparently had her yourself and now you want to keep her selfishly. To hell with you. I'll get into her pants yet."
"If you do, buddy, I'm warning you, you'll be sorry."
He walked away from him and as he looked back he saw Allan giving him the finger. He paid no attention and walked down the street to his home.
When he got home all of the lights were out. He thought he was home safe. However, he realized he had not lucked out when he stripped and got in bed, for one moment after he had gotten into bed between the sheets, his mother stepped into the room totally nude.
"Bill baby," she said softly, "are you here?"
"Sure I am," he said, "who do you think walked in the door? The boogey man?"
She paid no attention to his sarcasm but went over and slipped between the sheets with him.
"Oh Bill honey," she said, "I've been doing a lot of thinking."
"So have I," he told her, "and I've been thinking how stupid it is for me to trust you."
"What do you mean?" she demanded.
"I trusted you with my body. I trusted you to have sex with me, but I figured that you were trustworthy enough not to expect it all the time."
"You love me, don't you?" she cut in quickly.
"I love you like any son loves his mother," he said.
"And I love you like any mother loves her son," she said confidentially. "Maybe too much."
"That's what I worry about," he said. "The too much part. It's alright to have affection and feeling for your son, but it's wrong, Mom, when you get horny for him."
She slid in between the sheets with him and lay there quietly.
"What did you do to that girl?" she demanded.
"None of your fucking business," he said angrily.
CHAPTER SEVEN
The next day Margaret knew she was the loser. She could see by her son's attitude that he wasn't interested in having sex with her anymore, and it bothered her no end. As she cooked breakfast for him, he came into the kitchen.
"Good morning, Mom," he smiled at her, as if nothing had happened the previous night.
"Good morning, dear," she said.
There was very little that she could say to her son, as she observed that he was being tremendously cool to her and not revealing anything about the previous night. She felt she would have to pump him if she was going to get any information about what happened.
"What happened last night?" she finally asked, when she served him his scrambled eggs and toast.
"Look," she said angrily, "I don't think it's very nice of you not to tell me. After all, you can confide in your own mother."
He looked up at her and said, "You're not like other mothers. You have been a lover."
"Of course I love you," she said, "and I want what is in your best interest. Did you have sex with this Nancy girl?"
"I told you I'm not going to talk about it," he insisted.
When he had finished breakfast, he walked into the other room. She followed after him and she made life difficult for him until he said, "Alright, Mom, some time we'll have a fuck."
"What about this morning?" she said. "I'm awfully nervous after last night. You know, dear, once a woman gets used to love she feels uptight when she isn't being loved."
"Well that is your problem," he insisted.
"Please dear," she said as she came over to him and wrapped her arms around him.
Just then his father walked in.
"I've told you enough," she said, going over to him.
"Nice and cozy you two," he said, "maybe I understand why I was kicked out."
"What are you trying to say, Dad?" he instantly sprung to her defense.
"Well you two always seem to be close when I come around," he said, "and I've been shoved out of my own house. Maybe my son is back of this."
"I don't read you," Dad," he said angrily. "You've got a helluva lot of nerve to talk to me that way."
"Look son," he said, "I'm a desperate man. "Your mother is taking me to court to clean me out. But I'm not going to let her do it. We're going to have a helluva fight."
"Then you can fight it out in court," Bill told him angrily, "but don't you come around here trying to infer bad things between Mom and me."
"I'm suggesting a possibility," he said, "it would be pretty sickening and pretty sticky, wouldn't it?"
"You bet your sweet ass it would," Margaret told her husband.
"Don't talk that way around the kid," he said.
"I'll talk around him any way I want to," she said. "He wasn't born yesterday. He knows the score. He knows you're an old booze hound who runs around with cheap tramps."
"Watch your words, Margaret," he said angrily.
In a moment he was standing in front of her glaring at her. At the same instant Bill sprung into action.
"Get out of this house, Dad," he said. "If you don't want a restraining order brought against you, get out."
"I know when I'm not welcome," he said, "and
I'm leaving."
Hanging around, he sensed that there was something going on between his son and his wife and the reality hit him between his eyes at this moment. It was more torturous than anything that his son could say.
"Good riddance, Dad," Bill called after him. He went down the sidewalk and didn't look back. He was feeling sick now and he didn't know what he could do about it. When he was back in the house, Bill looked at his mother. "He is a monster, isn't he?" he said. "He certainly is," she said. "Let's put that double bolt on the door and go upstairs and have a fuck."
"How can you still think of sex?" he asked. "It's a good way to escape, baby," she said. "Maybe if you had something to drink you could do it easy with me."
"You're going to get it one way or another, aren't you, Mom?" he said nervously. "Please, baby," she begged him. As he looked into his mother's eyes and saw the hurt, the disappointment, the confusion and frustration, he suddenly felt sorry for her, and as the waves of sympathy rolled over him he found himself becoming hard. Bill was amazed to.find his own emotions working this way. Little did he realize how closely sympathy is linked to love.
"Alright, Mom," he said, "maybe a drink would be good for both of us. But we've got to make sure that door is locked. We'll go upstairs and have ourselves a good time."
"Good baby," she smiled.
With the double bolt on the door, and a bottle in her hand, she went upstairs to follow her son to the guest bedroom. Already he had his clothes off, lying in the middle of the bed with the sheet pulled back.
"You've got a hard on already, have you?" she said. "What would you do without your Mamma to take care of you?"
"I would do it a lot less," he said. "Keeping up with your nymphomaniac tendencies makes me fuck all the time."
"Well it's good for you, darling," she said. "You want it straight or with seven?"
"I'll take mine straight," he said. "I need a strong one."
"Frankly so do I," she said. "I'll take a straight one too."
She poured them both a straight shot of bourbon, then she handed him his and he took it. However, when he discovered the bitter taste of the raw bourbon, scorching his throat, he wondered if he was a man yet or not.
"What's wrong, dear?" she said, as she observed him winking.
"I guess I'd better not take it straight," he told her.
"Alright, honey," she said, "give me your glass. I'll mix it with a bit of seven."
"I wish you would," he said, as he watched her mixing his drink for him.
She was still dressed and he got hotter for her. He heard someone knocking at the front door and he wondered who it was. Then he glanced outside and saw that his father's car hadn't moved. Apparently he had gone upstairs too quickly.
"Who is that?" Margaret asked excitedly.
"Dad," he said. "His car is outside."
"What will we do?" she asked nervously.
"I'll put my clothes on," he said, "and I'll go down to the front door and tell the old man to beat it or I'll call the police. That will get him out of here."
"Oh dear," she said, "what a horrible person he is. He just won't leave us alone, will he?"
"Maybe he's trying to protect my morals," Bill said. "It's funny how concerned he is about my morals when I get a piece of pussy, and how little he is worried about his own when he gets some ass on the side."
"The world is full of hypocrites, honey," she said. "I guess that's what makes the old world go round."
"That's what make it go around the wrong way," he said.
Slipping into his clothes quickly, he went downstairs and confronted his father at the front door without opening it.
"Go away," he said.
"I want to talk to you," he said. "I think I know what's happening."
"You keep your damned mouth shut," he said, "and get out of here. If you blab, the neighbors will hear a lot of garbage out of your foul mouth. You've got such a rotten imagination, Dad, that's your problem."
He walked away from the door and he heard his father pleading with him some more but he turned a deaf ear to everything his father had to say. Little did he realize that he was walking away from everything that was decent and good. Even though his father had a certain drinking problem, and had been far from faithful to his wife, he nevertheless would never want his son to become involved in an incestuous relationship.
Going back upstairs to his mother he felt proud of himself. In the illusion that he had conquered his father, he told her, "I got rid of that guy."
"Oh thank you dear," she said gratefully, "you don't know what a disgusting person he has been. A slobbery old drunk, with some silly moral ideas. Of course he would be the first one to say that we were doing the wrong thing. As if he was doing the right thing. It really makes me laugh when I think of it."
At this point it was perfectly obvious to her what the score was. She was grimly aware that he was swinging her way and it made her delighted.
"Would you like me to start with a simple blow job?" she grinned as he took off his pants.
"That will be o.k.," he smiled. "Let's go over to the bed."
They went over to the bed, and propping his ass up on a couple of pillows, he put his hands under his head and watched.
"Now get down there" he said, "and start licking."
It didn't take Margaret long to follow her son's command. She was eager to see him down there. And as she looked at his cock close up she got all the more excited. Strangely, when she was looking at it, she did not connect it with her son. It was just a male member of a vigorous virile man. Nothing more, nothing less.
Seizing his penis, she also seized the initiative. She let her hot tongue lash over the crown of his penis.
"Oh Mom," he groaned in delight, as she licked the head of his shaft.
"Eat it," he demanded. "That's it. Eat that cock."
He pressed forward with vigorous movements, enjoying the sight of her sucking cheeks as she did him.
"Jiggle the balls a little, will you?" he ordered her.
"Sure honey," she said as she took her mouth off for a minute.
"Don't take it off in the middle of the act," he complained.
"Sorry about that, love," she told him.
Then she went back to doing it for him. As her mouth vigorously worked over him, he became more and more intensely excited.
"Oh, like that," he begged. "Yes. Now you're doing it. All the way. Yes, yes."
He went on ramming it to her and then he was sliding it down her throat. When he observed that she was having difficulty breathing, it didn't bother him. If anything, it pleased him. He was excited and delighted as she began playing with his swinging balls. They were swelling with sperm.
"Oh you've got a nice load in there for you," he told her, "just keep doing it. That's it, oh yes, yes, keep doing it."
She wouldn't stop for a moment, and he was becoming more and more excited.
"Eat my cock," he demanded hotly, "eat it baby, eat it."
The sudden excitement while they were doing it had him wrap his legs around her neck. She loved the feeling of being embraced by his hot thighs. His ass was off the bed now as he rammed it to her. She gripped his asscheeks and massaged them.
"There you've got it," he said, "my balls are riding your chin.
Hotter and faster he drove his cock down her throat. Suddenly the hot juice shot out of his cock head.
"Oh, I'm cumming," he cried ecstatically, "I'm cumming. Yes, yes, I made it."
As the creamy white fluid flashed down her throat, she gulped.
"That's a hundred percent gulp," he laughed.
Finishing him, she slid off him.
"Ah honey," she said, "I could hardly breathe there for a minute or two with all that cock crammed down my throat."
"Well I gave you what you wanted, didn't I?" he smiled.
"You sure did, honey," she said. "But you just wait there, for Mamma's going to come back and wrap her mouth around your mouth."
"Is that a threat or a promise?" he laughed.
"It's a promise, sweetie," he said, "how about another drink?"
"Groovy," he agreed. "Mix mine."
"Sure baby," she said, as she purred proudly over the drinks.
Bringing his bourbon and seven, she brought it back over to the bed.
"Here honey," she said. "Drink up. As a toast to us, may we always love each other as we do right now."
"That's a rather grim toast, isn't it?" he said. "I can't love you all the time this way, Mom, I have to grow up some day."
"Well let's live inside our dreams now," she said.
"Your dreams," he corrected her.
"Don't be so cold after I've given you such a hot time," she said. "I bet you've never had a chick who turned on with your cock like that, did you?"
He knew that she was pumping him for information about Nancy. He didn't say a word.
"You didn't answer my question," she said, eager for him to tell her something.
"In the bed," he said, "you're tops."
That made her happy and as she drank, she moved over to him.
"Now I'll just sit on your chest, sweetheart," she said, "and push my box into your face."
"You do have a beautiful mound," he smiled, as he reached out to play with her ass.
Letting his tongue lash away, got her so excited she put her drink on the nightstand and grabbed his head.
"Oh honey," she sighed caressingly, "I love it when your tongue lashes in there. Nobody ever licked me like this. Oh yes, honey, farther baby, stiffen your tongue when you stab it in."
In a way he didn't like all of the directions she was giving him. Nevertheless he calculated that he could learn plenty from her if he would listen. So he decided he would listen in spite of himself.
"Don't neglect the love button dear," she said, "there it is, that's it. Lick the clit. Oh, honey, you have no idea what you do to me. Nibble now and then."
Now and then he nibbled on her there and he could see it threw her into waves of passionate pleasure.
"Oh baby," she groaned in delight, "that's beautiful. Oh yes, Mamma loves it. Ah baby, when her little boy laps her up she just loves it."
She was taking her own trip to illusion land in a rainbows and lollipop world but he wasn't going to stop her. If this was what got her high, he figured he might as well go on licking.
"Oh love me baby," she said, "love my pussy. That's it, oh yes, Bill, love my pussy."
Margaret's muff had her son's breathing almost cut off. She could hardly get enough of him there, his nose, his mouth, were all perilously closed.
"Oh baby, I'm almost there," she said, as she let her fingers pull his head tighter. "Oh yes sweetheart, it's almost there. Oh yes, I can hardly wait."
Finally she juiced in his face. As she juiced, he licked vigorously. His tongue licked and lapped up her pussy juice and he was pleased and so was she. The excitement that he felt surging in his body had him trembling.
"What's wrong?" Margaret asked him.
"What do you mean, Mom?" he asked her.
"Why are you shaking, honey?" she said. "Are you afraid Dad's coming back?"
"No," he explained, "I just got so turned on eating, that it made me shake all over."
"Oh that's good," she said. "It's marvelous to get turned on. Of course you are a young man and young men always turn on more when they get a good time."
As she pulled off him she lay beside him. He let his hands wander over her breasts and he fingered her down there.
"Sweetheart," she said, "are you going to tell me now what you did this weekend?"
"Will you quit bugging me?" he demanded. "I'm not telling you nothing."
Finally he got away from her. However he was so troubled he didn't know what to do. He walked by his buddy Allan's house and knew he couldn't go in and see him. He decided to drop over and see Nancy. Perhaps she could give him some understanding, some affection.
"Nancy," he said as he met her at the door, "I've got to see you."
"What about?" she asked.
"Oh it's terrible," he said, "I'm being bugged by some lover."
"That same older woman, isn't it?" she demanded.
"Yes," he admitted, "it's still her. It seems as if there is nothing I can do to get rid of her."
"You poor kid," she said, "you do have trouble. I wish there was something I could do to help you."
"I guess I'm just doomed," he said resignedly.
"Some people are," she said, "I don't know why it is, but some people are just meant to suffer."
At this point she was speaking softly and she looked so beautiful as her soft blue eyes looked up at him, he felt like having sex with her again.
"Nancy," he said, "if we could just be together."
Glancing down her neckline gave him a glimpse of her large jutting breasts. It made him want to reach across and touch them.
"You're beautiful, Nancy," he said. "Please let's get together."
Nancy flushed at his compliment.
"I don't think we can do anything now," she said, "Dad is here. He's real dangerous."
"I know he is," he said. "But if I could just go up to your room, maybe slip up the back door or something, we could have some fun."
"No," she said, "I don't want to try anything."
He decided, that perhaps they could go for a walk back to his place.
"I've got an idea," he said, "if we went back to my pad, maybe we could get involved."
"Involved?" she asked. "You mean have sex, don't you?"
"That's the name of the game," he said, "If it means that much to you and if we're going steady?"
When she said that, her eyes lit up. It was apparent to them that she wanted the security of going steady before she would engage in any more sex with him.
"If you want to go steady baby, it's alright with me."
"Oh honey," she said, "you'll never regret it. You never will."
"Of course not," he said, "I'm eager to go steady with you."
He was too. At this point, however, he was a bit nervous for it was becoming obvious to him that he had a real dilemma on his hands. With his mother hot after his cock and this young girl insisting that he go steady with her, he was split between two women.
"I'm going to get that friendship ring," she said. "The one that was given to me back in Athens, Michigan. They will never know."
"What if Freddie comes out here and visits you?" he said.
"Oh don't you worry about Freddie," she said, "he won't come here."
She went upstairs a moment and returned with the ring.
"Slip it on my finger," she said.
As he looked at it he realized it was a rather worn gold ring.
"That looks like a refugee from an antique shop," he said.
"Don't you knock it," she said, "it isn't really the cost of the ring, it's the feeling that goes into it."
"I'm glad you look at it that way, Nancy, you're a real swell gal."
Nancy was enthusiastic now, about going anywhere, any place with him, for she had the security she sought.
"Now I feel home free," she said, "girls won't envy me anymore. Because they envied me and feared me when they thought I was free to play around with all of their boyfriends. Of course I could have gotten most all of them."
"Of course you could," he readily agreed. "With a gorgeous body like you've got, honey, they all are dying to have you."
"Oh thank you for being so honest," she said, as she followed him down the street.
"Let's go in the back door of my place," he suggested, "There's no reason why my Mom has to find out a thing."
"Don't you think it's a bit dangerous?" she said.
"No, it really isn't," he said. "My Dad isn't even home anymore."
"Oh that's good," she said, "where is he? A traveling salesman or something?"
"No," he admitted, "that isn't the case. You see, my Mom and Dad had a little dispute."
"A dispute? About what?"
"About a lot of things," he said, "it's real personal. I can't go into it."
"Alright," Nancy said, "if you don't want to tell me any secrets, you don't have to. Just so I get the family jewels."
She gave him such a look that he was amazed at how bold she had become.
"And I thought you were an innocent little chick," he laughed.
"I am innocent," she said. "I don't know that much about the wicked way of the world. I only know love."
As she spoke to him, he became hotter and hotter for her body.
"Oh baby," he said, "if there's one thing I want from you, it's your love."
"Would you want to take my love and not my body?" Nancy asked him.
"Now why do you come up with an idea like that?" he demanded.
"Because," she said, "I would hate to think that our whole affair was just body. I want it body and soul sex."
"Now baby," he consoled her, "you can't have everything."
When he came within a block of his parents' place, he got cold feet.
"Maybe we'd better turn back," he suggested.
"Are you afraid of something?" she demanded.
"No," he said.
"Don't tell me your Mom won't let you have friends over?"
"Well," he hedged, "she isn't over anxious for me to have sex with a friend."
"Now baby," she said, "don't worry about her. Let's just go ahead and lock the bedroom door. I hope you do have a lock for your door."
"Yes," he admitted, "I could lock the door."
Quietly he went around the back of the house, but a neighbor came out of the house next door and he deliberately hoped that he wouldn't yell at him. However the moment the neighbor saw him sneaking the young girl around to the back door he had a pretty good idea of what was going on. He smiled at him and called out, "Hi Bill."
"Oh hi Hank," he called back.
He called out quietly, hoping that his mother didn't hear. Then he slipped in the back door. Going up the back stairway he managed to safely get down the hall to his room. Still he was undetected. Hastily he locked the door.
"Now Nancy," he told her, "we've got to be real quiet about what we do."
"You don't have to worry about me none," she told him.
Nancy was just as eager to take off her clothes as he was to see what she looked like. As she peeled out of her garments, he watched her carefully. The saucy big breasts really got to him. He felt himself going instantly hard.
"How do you like these?" she smiled, as she stroked her bosoms.
"They're gorgeous, baby," he said. "I can't wait to lick the nipples."
"That makes two of us," she grinned.
Going over to her, he slid the brassiere off. Then he let his tongue lash away at her nipples. When they became erect, he nibbled on them.
"Oh that feels so good," she told him.
"Glad you like it, honey," he smiled at her.
She was getting more and more stimulated, and so was he. Now she reached down and stroked his penis under his shorts.
"Take them off, honey," she said.
When he took them off and he was there naked, slie admitted to something.
"I'm a woman of great passion," Nancy said, "I would just love it if you would straddle me and put your penis into my mouth."
"I'd like to sit on those big bosoms of yours," he said. "I bet they would feel real good to my ass."
"It would feel real good to me," she said quietly, as she walked over to the bed.
When she got over to the bed, he wadded up pillows and placed them in back of her head.
"I want to get these just right," he told her, "so I can plunge my penis at just the right angle."
"Sure honey," she said, "I want to cooperate. You deserve a good time."
"Do I?" he smiled at her.
"You bet your sweet balls you do," she grinned.
"I like to hear you talk that way," he admitted.
As she lay on her back on the bed, she placed her head at the right angle so he could slip it to her.
"Take this, baby," he told her, "and this."
Now he was slipping it to her and as the gigantic cock thrust into her mouth, she felt his balls on her chin. She loved the sight of his saliva slickened penis pumping back and forth.
"Give it to me," she begged him, "give it to me."
The pleasure that she was enjoying at this point was building.
"Take that," he said, "and that."
He was inching his cock inch by inch into her.
"Hang in there, honey," he told her, "that's beautiful." The pleasure was mounting every moment now.
"Eat it," he demanded. "Eat that cock."
With rapid fire thrusts he was shoving it to her. Her cheeks sucked in as she took it. She was red with the flush of excitement as he stabbed it into her mouth.
"Hang on tight, honey," he told her, "that's the way I like it. Oh yes, now we're fucking."
His balls bounced on her chin, as he stabbed away.
"Eat it," he demanded, "eat that cock. Yes baby, eat it. Now you're doing it, that's what I like. Eat it!"
The pleasure was building to a passionate pitch. He loved every moment, and so did she.
"Gobble it," he begged, "gobble that cock!"
The sensations that surged through her body had her trembling.
"Oh yes, baby," he gasped excitedly, "that's what I want, oh, honey, yes baby, yes!"
The juicy excitement of what was happening to her at this point had her trembling with emotion.
"Take it, baby," he begged, "take it."
Suddenly the penis exploded in her mouth. She gobbled his juice as he went on pumping away.
"Oh honey," he said, "this is fantastic. I love it when my ass is sliding back and forth on your gorgeous breasts. I love the feel of my balls jiggling on your chin, and when you gobble my juice you're making me flip out."
The girl didn't take her mouth off him until she had completed the task of eating his juice. Then she slowly moved away.
"How about that?" he smiled at her.
She smiled back at him and insisted that he go down on her. She didn't have to worry about it, because he was licking away at her breasts, and then moving down to angle his face over her mound.
Letting his tongue stab out, he licked along her slit. Then inserting his tongue he began pushing it across her clitoris.
"Oh wow!" she gasped. "Keep that going. That's what I want baby, yes baby, yes. That's it."
He was enjoying it so much with his eyes closed and his tongue stabbing he didn't even hear a noise at the door. Strangely she was so absorbed she didn't hear a sound either. However, when the door burst open as his mother threw her weight against the door and barged in, he stopped.
"What are you doing?" she demanded.
"He is eating my pussy," Nancy said. "You have no right to interrupt us."
"I never," Margaret exclaimed in a rage. "The nerve of you bringing a girl home and doing this."
Her son paid no attention to her until he got her juicing. Finishing her, he finally withdrew his tongue and looked up angrily at his mother.
"Get the hell out of here," he said.
"What are you so uptight about?" Nancy asked her. "Are you jealous?"
Unbeknownst to them, Glen, his father, had come to the house and when he managed to find a way in via the back door, he heard the sounds coming up the hallway. He quietly went down the hall and listened.
"He's my son," Margaret screamed.
"He's my lover," she said.
"Get your ass out of here," Bill told his Mom.
"You have no right to him," she said. "You don't love him like I do."
"You sound like you're in love with him," Nancy said sitting up in the bed.
"I am," she said, "and I've got first rights to him."
"You don't mean that you've had sex with him, do you?" the girl demanded.
"What's it to you?" Margaret wept. "It's our business, it's our affair."
"No it isn't," his father cut in as he rushed into the room. "This is the information that I wanted. You've had sex with your son, haven't you?"
"Yes I have," she said evenly, "and it was the most beautiful experience that ever happened to
"That's a lot of crap," he said furiously. "You can tell it to the judge. Your divorce case is down the drain, dear. You'll be lucky to get your clothes when you leave this house."
As young Bill sat there on the edge of the bed and listened to his father tear into his mother, he felt awful for her. He realized that he was also involved, and he felt less than a man to let her take the brunt of the whole affair.
"Don't blame her," he said to his father, "I was just as involved as she was."
"Well I disown you, if that's the case," he told him. "You're both no damned good."
"Go to hell," he told his father.
"You're going to be sorry for talking to me that way, .son."
"Well I'm getting out of here," Nancy said. "This doesn't sound like a very nice family arrangement to me."
"Nancy," he said, "you aren't one bit understanding."
"Well I don't understand sickness like this," she snapped indignantly.
Nancy became the focal point of them all. She slipped into her panties and her bra, and then she put on her skirt and her blouse.
"Oh Nancy, come on back," he begged her.
"No," she said, "I want out."
Bill looked at her as he put on his shorts and got into his pants.
"We were going steady," he said.
"That's over," she decided, "and don't ever remind me. This place is just sick, sick."
When she had stalked out of the room, he followed her, but his father warned him, "Forget it, son. She doesn't want you."
He stood at the top of the stairs and his heart sank.
"Are you real proud of yourself, Margaret?"
Glen asked his wife.
"No," she wept, "I'm not. I'm ashamed of myself."
"Well you should be," Glen said, "You certainly should be."
Without saying another word, he turned and walked away. He went down the stairs and never looked back at his son.
After he had gone too, Bill went back to his Mom. He sat on the edge of the bed, and consoled her. Sitting on the edge of the bed, he caressed her shoulder. "I'm sorry it had to end this way, Mom," he told her sadly.
