It has become increasingly apparent that sexual acts are being performed that are often about as sick as can be, but to the participants, with their warped sexual desires, are delightful.
Such was the case in our story, and when mother and son became so close emotionally, it followed in sequence they would go to bed together. But, what they didn't count on the day they took that aw fid step into a sexual byway-was the fact they would bring upon themselves when they venture into forbidden sex.
Yet there was the lure that existed, because the young man's mother was not a sexually satisfied woman. She kept yearning for more sexual expression, and when she finally did and the sexual fulfillment she sought so desperately, she suffered terrible torture. She ;new, better than anyone what her own son would think of her-later. She knew his own raw, untamed passions were leading her on and on in a turmoil that she couldn't get out of.
And it was this torture that sent her into an emotional tailspin, as she continued her sexual drain of him. Soon, he couldn't study, couldn't think, and couldn't respond to other emotional involvements. It finally became so completely confusing for her, that she tried to stop their relationship. But, now that her son was used ;o her servicing his sexual needs, it was not an easy thing to do.
Finally, she realized when she was plunging him emotionally, and she tried to put a stop to it-but that was impossible, as they had one past the point of no return, to emotional oblivion. Too late, they learned the piper must be paid-and in full!
The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
Susan Kelly was a good mother to her eighteen year old son, Jimmy. However, she couldn't help worry about him. She especially felt this way one morning when she was looking through things in his room, and ran across a series of pictures. The pictures depicted forms of sexual activity. Positions she had never thought of. She could hardly believe it, as she saw a woman throwing her legs around a man's body, and the man supporting her buttocks on his thighs as he thrust forward with his penis. The man's hot hands were on the woman's breasts. That day, she felt like talking to her husband about this. However, her husband was always busy, and never had time for her, or her son. That afternoon she confronted her son.
"Well Jimmy," she asked, "what is this you are up to?"
Jimmy was quite uptight over the fact that his mother had invaded his privacy and he didn't mind telling her so.
"What the hell are you doing in my room?"
"Well I think it's a good thing that someone did a little checking."
"I don't appreciate it. I'm grown up now. I'm eighteen, mom."
"Well I don't care if you are eighteen or not," she said, "when I was your age I was very naive about all of the things pertaining to sex. And I think it's a good thing to be innocent. It is disgusting that you have such crazy ideas about sex."
He looked at her and said angrily, "You have the wrong idea. You probably think that just being nude is all wrong."
"Of course I don't," she said, "there's nothing wrong with being nude."
"Well if you believe that so much mom," he smiled, "I dare you to take off all of your clothes and let me see you."
She glared at Jimmy for a long moment and then Susan Kelly took him up on his suggestion.
"I can assure you son. I am not ashamed of my body. Not one portion of it. And if you want to see me, I'm not afraid to show you everything. But are you equally as sure of yourself?"
She knew that Jimmy had always been a shy boy. She counted on this when she made the dare. She didn't think for one moment that he would take off all of his clothes. But little did she know how wrong she was. All of a sudden he began removing his garments.
"Jimmy," she remonstrated him, "what on earth are you doing?"
"I'm stripping mom," he said, "you dared me. I'm taking you up on your dare."
As she looked at him she was amazed. He was no longer a little boy. Jimmy took off his shirt rather rapidly. Then he unfastened his belt and then slid out of his trousers. Sitting in the chair, he unfastened his shoes and removed them. Now his pants were off, all that was left were his flimsy nylon shorts. As she looked at his shorts, she could see the outline of his huge penis. It bothered her. It looked appealing to her. Her husband had neglected her for so long, it really bothered her. Kelvin was a good husband. But he was not a good lover. His penis was never long enough to satisfy her. Now she looked at her son's long penis, she knew that he could accommodate her. Yet she vanished such thoughts from her mind for she knew that they were all wrong and she was getting more guilty every second.
"Does it fascinate you mom?" he smiled.
"Son, how you talk to me," she said.
"Just wait until you see it mom," he laughed.
Now Jimmy pulled down his nylon shorts and let his huge shaft flip up. At the sight of it, her body quivered and her heart pounded quickly.
"Now mom let me see you."
"Alright son," she said, "I guess it doesn't hurt anything. After all, Adam and Eve were running around in that garden bare naked."
"That's right mom," he said, "now let's see you."
Slowly she removed her clothes. And Jimmy watched her every move. He was getting more and more excited every second. As she took off her sheer panties he really was turned on. For there before him was his mother's beautiful mound.
"Oh wow!" the young boy panted, "what a beautiful body you've got. Oh mom, I didn't know you looked this good."
This was a difficult moment for Susan. Her husband, Kelvin, never complimented her. Little did he know how much she needed a little praise and attention. However, that was impossible for him. For she had a good idea that he was playing around with his secretary at the office. She couldn't prove a thing. But she was sure of it. Something instinctive told her it was so. Now Kelvin, her husband, had neglected her to the point where she could fall easily to the advances of her own son Jimmy.
"Could I touch you?" the young boy asked.
"I should say not," Susan told her boy.
"Why not?" he smiled slyly, "are you afraid of me?"
"Afraid?" she asked with a laugh. "What on earth are you talking about?"
"I think I know mom," he said quickly, "I think you're afraid."
"Never," she said. "I have nothing to be afraid of."
"Oh yes you do," he said, "you want it as bad as I do."
"That's a lie."
"Is it?" he said looking at her.
Now the two of them were facing each other stark naked. And young Jimmy's huge penis was erect and standing up.
"Touch me mom," he begged.
She walked over to him. Reaching out she gripped his huge shaft. She squeezed it. A drop of crystal cum surfaced.
"Oh, you really get me excited," he told her.
"You really turn me on, mom."
"Well I'm sorry if I do, dear," she said. "I'm ashamed."
"You have no reason to be," he smiled. "There is nothing to be ashamed about."
"Oh yes there is," she said. "You know what people would say if they knew we were turning on with each other."
"I guess they would think we were terrible wouldn't they?" he said, as he started massaging her breasts.
"Oh, your nipples are coming up mom," he smiled.
Now she stroked him slowly.
"That feels great," he said, "but I wish you would do something for me."
"like what?" she asked him curiously.
"I wish you would go down on me."
"Oh, what an awful thing to ask your own mother," she said.
"Come on mom," he begged. "Get on your knees and love me."
As if hypnotized by her own son's words, she dropped to her knees. Her hands clasped his ass cheeks, and she let him thrust his huge penis to her lips. She let her tongue lick all around its head. And she became more excited every second. The young boy loved the feel of his mother's hands on his buttocks.
"Go on mom," he smiled. "I'm of age, you can do me."
Ever so slowly Susan opened her mouth. And Jimmy's giant size penis thrust slowly in. As she felt it sliding to the back of her throat, she became so excited that she felt herself tremble.
"That's beautiful," the boy panted. "Yes, that's what I want."
She did this a couple of times and then he said, "Now let's go over to the bed. Let's have some fun."
She pulled off him. She got to her feet and walked over to the bed. It was as if she was in a trance. Time was standing still, and the only thing that she could think of at this moment was that huge penis plunging into her. Wrong was not even considered now. The only thought that was considered was sexual satisfaction as fast as possible. Now the penis was thrusting at her. It didn't take Jimmy long to find the spot. He brought it to her mound and suddenly stabbed it in there.
"Oh, wow!" he panted, as he thrust forward. Her vagina clasped it quickly.
"Oh, ah, yes, yes, that's what I want!"
The pleasure was building every minute. He could hardly believe anything could be this exciting.
"Give it to me, son," she begged. "Yes, yes, that's what I want."
Her hot hands raced up and down his spine. And then she clasped his buttocks as he pumped away.
"Oh," she panted, "yes, yes, that's what I want. Do it to me. Do it."
The pleasure was building every momentous moment. He could hardly stand it now.
"Fuck me," she begged, "fuck me, baby. Fuck me."
Faster and faster the huge tool went into her. Her vagina muscles clamped around it and she massaged it. How she had yearned for action like this from her husband, Kelvin. However, he would never take care of her. She blamed him now. She knew it wasn't her fault. It was actually Kelvin's fault. If he would onl" take care of her the way that any man should.
"Give it to me," she panted, "give me a good one!"
She loved the way he thrust to her. He had so much energy. He could really make it.
"Oh, fuck!" he panted, "yes, yes. That's what I want. Give it to me!"
The pleasure and passion was building every second. He could hardly stand it now.
"Oh, ah, yes, yes. That's what. I want. That's the way to do it. Fuck it!"
The two of them now were really enjoying themselves. And as he thrust away, her hot hands reached for his buttocks. She gripped them and squeezed.
"Oh, fuck me!" she panted. "Fuck me!"
Now he was going out of his mind with pleasure and delight.
"Keep it up baby," he panted. "Yes, yes, that's what I want. Action."
They both were beginning to sweat now. And as their bodies slapped together, they became really turned on. This was it. Something she had wanted. Something she had never dared to tell herself. As she felt her young son's balls at her vagina, the thrills grew greater. She couldn't understand how she could do such a thing. Yet it was almost as if she were reliving something.
"Fuck," he panted, "fuck!"
Faster and faster the pulsating penis drove into her. And she pitched forward with every jab he got to her.
"Oh, fuck me, darling," she panted, "yes. Yes. I need it. I need it all."
The pleasure was building with every cock stab. And she looked into his face. She loved the sight of his lower lip quivering. His jaw was hanging slack, and his eyes were burning with lust.
"Fuck me, mom," he begged her, "fuck me."
She put everything into it. And the lubrication that was being created in her vagina as she got stimulated added to his pleasure and delight.
"That's how I like it," he panted, "yes. Yes. Fuck baby, fuck!"
There was indeed no doubt about it. She was getting screwed and how she loved it.
"Oh, mom, I like it when you feel my ass," he panted. Her husband liked this too. But she didn't dare mention this. It would only remind him that he was doing this to his own mother. Yet in her heart she knew that he was so much like Kelvin when he was younger and would give it to her. The only thing was that he was harder and longer. And this brought her far more pleasure than Kelvin had ever had. She massaged his ass cheeks. She squeezed them. And then she let her hands trace down the crack of his ass.
"Oh, fuck it," he panted as he got close to climax.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck!"
It was a powerful penis and she gripped it with her muscles.
"Oh, I'm almost there, mom," he panted. "I'm almost there!"
Suddenly the hot juices exploded. It was almost more than she could stand.
"Oh mom," he panted, "I'm cuming!-' Sure enough, he was cuming. The hot juices exploded in her. And as she twisted her hips around, the pleasure grew every second.
"Oh, yes," he panted, "yes, yes. This is what I want!"
Now he was going out of his mind with dizzy delight.
"Fuck me," he begged, "fuck me."
Now she came too. As the two of them climaxed together, young Jimmy pressed his lips on hers. This was almost more than she could stand. It wasn't pure unadulterated sex. No. It was pure passion mixed with love. This was what she wanted. This was almost more than she could dream of.
"Oh, darling," she panted, "you have no idea how much I love this. Oh, ah, yes, baby, yes. That's beautiful!"
All of the dreams of sexual fulfillment that had never been satisfied for years were being satisfied now. Susan Kelly was delighted and happy as her son finished her off. Then slowly he withdrew. There was no lingering moment of tenderness as she had hoped for. But she knew that was asking for too much. After all, he was but a horny young man.
"Oh, mom," he panted, "do I ever love this. Oh, ah, yes, yes!"
Now he was running his hands over her body. He was giving her the admiration, the attention that she desired. And this was making her exceedingly happy.
When he pulled out of her and lay beside her, she wanted to tell him that she was sorry. Yet she wasn't sorry and she didn't want to be a hypocrite.
"Did I do a good job for you?" Jimmy asked with a sly smile.
"Did you ever, darling," she said. "You were almost too good to be true."
"Well, I won't be true to you or anybody," he said, "I'll take it where I can. Any old port."
"You sound like your father," she said.
"What's wrong with dad getting a little on the side?" he smiled. "No man should be tied to one woman."
"You have the wrong idea," she said.
"Do I?" he smiled. "Why is it that all men like to get it any way they can."
"Jimmy," she said, "I wish you wouldn't pay any attention to the way that your father lives. He is a dirty old man with a lot of wrong ideas."
"Is he?" he said.
"Yes, he is," she said. "Man was never meant to play around like this. Man was supposed to be loyal to his wife and his family."
"Who says so?" he asked her. "I say so," she said.
She could see that she had a difficult situation here. He was going to be no more loyal to have sex with her than her husband was. Yet, she thought she could throw a little scare into him and keep him by the bedside a few more times.
"Have you read about all of those epidemics?" she said casually.
"Epidemics?" Jimmy asked curiously.
"Why, yes, dear," she said. "Those venereal epidemics that are running riot at colleges these days."
"Oh, that's a lot of hog wash," he said. "I have been to a lot of sex parties, and I haven't picked up anything yet."
"Well I hope you haven't," she said, "because if you have then I have it."
"Don't be worrying about everything," he said.
She looked at him and asked him frankly, "You know, I think you had a lot of nerve to ask me to go down on you."
"What do you mean?" he said angrily. "Everybody does it."
"Well, not everybody," she said.
"What do you mean?" Jimmy asked her. "You mean dad doesn't do that?"
"Well no, we have never done that," she admitted.
"Well look at this sex class we went to. This teacher says that anything that a man and a woman want to do is okay, as long as nobody is forcing each other. So I wanted to do this and you wanted to do it. So nobody was forcing anybody and it was okay."
"But they didn't say it was all right to have sex with someone in your own family did they?"
"Well, we never got into that," he admitted.
"Of course I look at everything a different way," she said. "I have heard it said that in Europe that this is a rather popular practice."
"What's a rather popular practice?" he asked.
"Having sex with someone in your own family," she said softly. "I've heard more than once how many fathers like to break their daughters in."
"Well I can see why," Jimmy said. "A young girl certainly has a lot to offer, just like a young man, like me."
"I knew you would get around to that. But don't you think mom is pretty well preserved?"
"You bet you are mom," Jimmy said. "You really have a good shape. And you know how to give a good fuck."
"I take that as a compliment, Jimmy."
"It was meant as a compliment, mom."
Now she felt guilty and she thought she better leave his room.
"It's a good thing that dad is gone for the weekend," she said.
"I guess it is."
She left him and went back to her bedroom. She stepped into the bathroom and washed herself out. Then, as she tried to get back to sleep, hot flashes surged through her. She couldn't help thinking every moment of how wonderful it would be if her young son would go down on her. He had said that he didn't think it was wrong. In so much as Kelvin, her husband, had never done this or suggested such a thing, she decided that the only thing that she could do was to ask her son if he would.
She returned to his bedroom, stark naked, and he was rolled over on the other side and didn't even see her walk in. She pulled up the sheets gently and slipped between them.
"Baby," she said, "would you do something for me?"
Sleepily, he turned around.
"What do you want, mom?" he asked.
"I want you to go down on me."
"All right," he said, "I'll do it."
"Have you done this before, mom ? " he asked.
"No, baby, I haven't. That's why I want you to do it for me. You see, you young kids experiment a lot more than we used to. A lot of things you take for granted we thought were wrong."
"Oh, that's silly," he said.
Now she was" spreading her legs for him, and reaching down there with her hands. It didn't take Jimmy long to get down there with his face. His hot tongue swept out and he suddenly licked all around her quivering mound.
"Oh, baby," she panted, "does that ever feel great!"
Now Jimmy was going to town with his tongue. Suddenly he stiffened his tongue and stabbed it in there. He probed all around.
"Grab my ass, honey," she urged him. "That would feel good while you're doing the other."
His hot hands reached for her buttocks. And he held her in place as he went to town with his tongue. The hot tongue stabbed in farther and farther.
"Oh, darling," she gasped excitedly, "that's what I dig. Oh, ah, yes, baby, yes. Keep doing me."
As the tongue licked and lashed away, she locked her legs around him. He loved the feel of her legs being thrust over his shoulders. He liked her hot thighs bracing against his cheeks as his face continued staying there.
"Oh, ah, yes, yes, that's what I like!"
The pleasure now was building. Building to a passionate pitch. She could hardly stand it.
"Oh, ah, yes, yes. That's what I want!"
He was dizzy with delight now as he licked her juices.
"Eat me," she panted. "Eat me. Oh, ah, yes, yes. That's what I want!"
Suddenly she juiced. And as the hot spray of juice gushed from her, his tongue continued to lick her. He was more and more excited now every second.
"Oh, ah, yes, yes. That's beautiful!"
He didn't pull his tongue out of there until he finished her off.
"Oh, baby," she said, "you don't know how good that felt to me."
"I have a pretty good idea, mom," he smiled. "My girlfriend, Terry, loves it."
"Good for her," she said, "but is Terry a clean girl?"
"You bet she is," he smiled, "I give her tongue baths down there."
"I don't really think you should run around with every chick and do this thing. It's a little too intimate."
"You liked it, didn't you?"
"Well, of course I did," she said. "I would be lying if I told you anything different. But just because you can get intimate like this, with another human being doesn't mean you have to overdo it honey."
"I read you," he said.
Now he was pulling off her.
"Son," she begged, "would you just lick my breast a minute?"
He let his tongue lick over her breasts. She loved it.
"That's all I wanted," she sighed.
He had finished. She got off the bed and went back to the bedroom. Yet, she was thinking. Every moment she was thinking. And thee following week when she was at the bridge club with some girls, she got to talking to one woman about sex.
"You know," Margie said, "if there is one thing a woman our age needs it's a good balling. My husband, Johnnie, is really absurd. He doesn't begin to give me the type of action he should. I've often thought of having the young guy who mows my lawn take care of me."
"Why don't you ? " she asked slyly.
"To be perfectly frank," Margie revealed, did let him take care of me. And I don't feel guilty about it at all."
"Well you shouldn't dear," she said, "there's absolutely nothing wrong with a woman getting a little action."
"Too long we've been held back," Margie said.
"Why, back in my days it was considered indecent for any female to admit having sexual feelings or desires."
"I know what you mean," Susan said, "and I feel cheated. I wish I had gone around with a lot more college kids who were balling. But instead, poor little me stayed in her room and didn't do anything."
"Isn't it disgusting?" Margie said. "But I'm making up for lost time."
"You should send that kid over to mow my lawn."
"Not on your life," Margie laughed. "He's mine, honey. And I've got a good thing."
"Good for you," Susan said, "you just have to be careful who you tell these things to. Someone might get the idea that we're pretty far out, if you know what I mean."
"Well, I know," she admitted. "I realize how impossible a lot of people are. And I just don't pay any attention to what most people think. I do what I think is right."
This was exactly the way Susan Kelly looked at it. Her husband, Kelvin, had become quite a burden to her. She could not understand why he was away so much of the time. Finally, she decided that she would go to his desk drawers and see if she could see any correspondence that would clue her in as to his activities. That evening, as she got home, she began going through his desk drawers. Her son, Jimmy, came in.
"What are you doing, mom?" he asked. "Raiding dad's desk?"
"Why, Jimmy," she smiled, "I wasn't expecting you."
"Well, no, of course not," he laughed, "or you wouldn't be doing what you're doing."
"You haughty boy," she laughed.
"Look darling," she said, "I have to make a little search. I think your daddy is doing something he shouldn't. I don't know exactly what."
"You mean he has another woman?" Jimmy asked, curiously.
"No, darling, it's more than that. I can't put my finger on it, but I will. I think it has something to do with his business relationships. They aren't what they should be, out in the open. Never once has he invited me to see anyone connected with his business. And that is suspicious. Most men take their wives around to meet their bosses. And certainly I'm not an old bag. I consider myself an asset to any man's business."
"You are, mom," Jimmy said. "Dad is rather disloyal in more ways than one. He is a little bit sneaky."
"Now I just don't know what to think," she said. "Maybe he's taking too many of those pills."
"That's right, dad is in the drug wholesale business, isn't he?" Jimmy said.
"That's true," she said, "and there are probably plenty of things he could be doing wrong."
"like what?" Jimmy asked curiously.
"Well I have read stories about men who sell these drugs, these dangerous drugs that should be prescribed, in wholesale lots to druggists who charge plenty to give them out without a prescription."
"Is that right?" Jimmy said. "Maybe that's a good business for me to get into."
"Oh, dear, no," she said. "Don't even think of such things. But there is something that your father is doing that I can't figure out. But I will."
"Did you find anything in the desk?" he smiled.
"Unfortunately, no," she said. "But give me more time. Maybe if I check through on a few of these phone numbers."
"Phone numbers?" he asked. "What do you mean, mom?"
"Well, he has this phone book here," she said. "If I could check through a few of these numbers maybe I could locate something."
"You sound like Sherlock Holmes," he said. "Good luck."
"Do you want to play Watson?" she smiled "No, mom," he said, "I'm too busy playing
Romeo. I have a lot of action going on at school."
"I don't like the sound of that," she said. "When you've got all the sex you need right here at home, why do you need to play around with all of those cheap little tramps?"
"Is that any way to talk about the chicks who give?" he demanded.
"Well, as far as I'm concerned it is."
"Now, mom," he said, "you sound bitter as hell."
"Well, maybe I am," she said.
"You have no right to feel that way," he told her frankly. "After all, doesn't everybody have a right to live as they want to?"
"Do they?" she said. "Don't people have to follow certain rules. Certain moral and ethical rules?"
"Well, consider yourself first," he chuckled. "How many people would think you are doing the right thing?"
"Well, son," she said, "there's one beautiful word that covers What passed between us."
"What's that?" he chuckled. "Fuck?"
"Don't be crude," she said, "love. That's the word that goes with fuck."
"Oh, mom," he said, "what a hypocrite. Your vagina needed action. My penis needed some thrusting. And the two of us got together. And we got a nice climax."
"We did that," she laughed. "But love is the thing that made it all right. The thing that made it acceptable. Do you love some of those chicks you're balling at school?"
"Why should I?" he demanded. "I don't ask a pussy if it's loving me. I ask if it's tight."
"What a demented way of looking at it."
"Well, mom," he said, "some people could say that our relationship was sick, sick, sick."
"Don't say that," she said. "Don't ever say that. What we had was beautiful. I love you, darling. And naturally I would. The fact that I carried it a little farther than most parents would might pose problems to some people's moral concept. But not to mine. I have my own set of morals."
"That is obvious."
Then she looked at something. She saw the stub of a cancelled check. It had a man's name that puzzled her. She had never heard of him. Harry Hanover. She looked at her son with a startled expression.
"I just found a check for twenty-five hundred. Rather, a check stub, darling. It was made out by Harry Hanover, so dad observes. And I would like to know what on earth Harry Hanover is paying dad that kind of money for."
"Is that right?" her young son asked curiously. He came over and looked at the check stub. Sure enough, it was made out to his father and it said twenty-five hundred for services rendered.
"What type of services do you think dad rendered?" he asked.
"That is what I intend to find out. If I find out that he is involved in black market drugs, I'll divorce him in a minute. It's a bad environment for you to grow up around."
"Oh, mom," he said, "do you think dad could go to jail?"
"If he is breaking the law he certainly could," she observed. "I don't like the looks of it, dear."
"Nor do I," he admitted.
She reached for the telephone book. And she looked up Harry Hanover, and sure enough, there was his address in Crest Park.
"He certainly lives in a fine enough area," she said. "Crest Park. You know the rich people all live over there, up on snob hill."
"Oh, mom, don't be jealous," he remonstrated er. "That's not a nice attitude. They probably ?ork like slaves to get into those beautiful omes up there in that nice section."
"Work like slaves, my ass," she laughed. ! They probably have some deal going. Some swindle of some sort. Don't you believe it for one minute that most of them acquire it through merit. I have lived too long to know that, honey. And I am going to find out how Harry Hanover made his."
"How do you intend to find out?"
"Well, honey, that is the problem."
"I've got an idea," he said. "How would it be if we went over near where he lives? We could check out a gas station or a shopping center or something and see if we could get any information on the guy."
"Sure," she said, "and people would say that we are snooping. No, no, that would never do. There must be a way. I'll think of something."
"Maybe he is listed in the blue book," she said.
"The blue book?" he asked curiously. "What's the blue book? I have heard of the little black book, but I never heard of a blue book."
"That, Jimmy, is where the rich people have their names listed. They tell everything they have done. The only thing they don't tell is who they have done."
"That's a good one," he said. "Let's buy one of those books and find out what Harry Hanover has done. That is, if they list what he has done."
"An excellent idea," she observed. "I'll get one tomorrow. They probably cost like the devil. But it is worth it. I will divorce your father in a moment if I catch him in any wrongdoing."
"What do you think dad would do if he caught us having sex?"
"Well, I don't care to think about that," she said. "But I can tell you one thing for damn sure, I would like to have all the butcher knives hidden."
"You mean dad might get that mad?"
"He has a vile temper, dear," she said, "and I would hate to think what your father would do. He really is a mean man in many ways. I've tried to protect you from his true natufe."
"Oh, mom," he said, "you must have thought something of him or you Wouldn't have married him. And after all, I'm half him."
"Yes, dear," she said, "that's the bad half. The good half is me, honey."
"You have got some ego, mom."
"I'm just telling the truth darling. The truth as I see it."
CHAPTER TWO
It was becoming increasing interesting for Susan Kelly to discover what her husband might be doing on the side. Yet, it was bothering her that she found so much pleasure with her own son Jimmy. She tried not to worry about it and put it out of her mind but that was impossible. Guilt surged through her, no matter how much she tried to forget the type of life that she was leading. When her husband Kelvin finally did come home the following Saturday night, she was happy to see him in some ways and very disgusted to see him in other ways. Her son was acting quite difficult. And she hardly knew how to handle the situation. He came over to her when he saw her alone for a moment and asked her eagerly, "are you going to make it with the old man tonight?"
"That's no way to talk Jimmy."
"Well how do you think I do feel?" he demanded.
"You know I can't help it honey. Maybe, some way we can get rid of your father. I should divorce him."
"But what grounds would you have?" Jimmy asked curiously.
"Well maybe I can find out where that money came from. If we do a little detective work we might get enough goods on him to put him in his place. You know he hasn't been a real father to you, to say nothing of a lover or husband to me."
"Sure," Jimmy said, "that is the truth. And I have every reason to believe that he will regret the way that he has treated you, when you decide to leave him for good."
Just then Kelvin walked around the corner and looked at the two of them.
"Sounds like you two have some secrets." He smiled amused.
"Jimmy was just telling me about his new girlfriend," she said trying to invent anything to get him off the track.
"Well that's nice son," Kelvin said, "tell me about her. Is she blonde or brunette?"
"Blonde," his mother answered for him.
"Well, I think Jimmy can answer for himself."
"Oh yes dad," he gulped, "she's a blonde. Real nice you know. All the right curves in the right places."
"Well good for you son," he said, "I'm real glad to hear that."
Now his father was more than willing to talk to him. And he said, "I think Jimmy and I should have a private man talk."
"Oh, you do do you?" she said testily, "I hope you don't tell him to play around on the side like you have done to me all of these years."
Kelvin looked at his wife with a look of withering disgust. However he controlled himself and said, "your mother has a delightful sense of humor."
Susan stepped away. And her husband kept on talking to his young son.
"Son," he continued, "the most important thing when you're dealing with a woman is to know how to treat her. None of this cruel crap. I have always believed in being kind and fair to your mother. Be kind and fair to your girlfriend. But let me tell you something else. At your age it is absurd to think of anything serious. You can have a good time with her, and enjoy it. But don't get involved if you know what I mean."
"I read you dad," Jimmy said, "and thanks a lot for the advice. I'll try to make good use of it."
"Well that's good son," he said, "you'll never be sorry if you will listen."
"I guess not," he admitted.
His father stepped away, and Jimmy felt like giving him a sock in the face. But he mew that would only betray what he was doing. And he also knew what he was doing was really despicable and unacceptable. But he didn't like to think about it very much.
"Where are you taking her tonight son?" he asked.
"Oh a dance," Jimmy said, "and then we may go to a restaurant or a movie, I don't know where."
Kelvin noticed his son was a little disturbed as he continued talking about it and he decided not to tamper with any more questions.
"Well son," he said, "you just have a good time. That's the important thing."
Jimmy left gladly. He was glad to be away from his father, and in a way even glad to be away from his mother. True he had enjoyed himself with her, and he thought she was a grand fuck. However the more he thought about his father and all of the problems his father confronted him with he was delighted to be gone. As he walked down the street he looked at other people's homes. He wondered if in their homes they went through such terrible trouble. He wondered if they had more peace, harmony and happiness than he had ever known in his own home. And now that Susan was alone with her husband she was faced with a real problem.
"I'm real hot tonight honey," Kelvin said, "how would you like to have a good time with me?" '
"Why Kelvin," she said, "what brought ah of this on?"
"I guess it was my son." .
Once more guilt rushed through Susan Kelly's mind. She wondered if her son said anything to her husband that had gotten him horny.
"What did Jimmy say to you?"
"Oh he said he was going to take his little chick out and lay her."
That got to her. It made her furious. As her face reddened, she hoped that she wasn't betraying her innermost love feelings.
"Why are you so red in the face?" Kelvin demanded of Susan.
"I don't like to hear you talk like that way," she said, "are all men necessarily this crude?"
"Oh honey I'm not being crude," Kelvin insisted, "it's just me talking baby. You're a good piece of ass. What do you expect me to say?"
"Well, it isn't very romantic to be called a good piece of ass," she said.
"Alright baby," he said, "I'll put it another way. You're a great fuck. Does that appeal to you more?"
"It appeals to me less," she said glaring up at Kelvin. "If you had one ounce of decency in you, darling, you would never speak to your wife in such a crude, rotten manner. Save it for the tramps you probably make it with every chance you get. Maybe they would enjoy it. I don't."
It was obvious that Susan wasn't going to take any thing from her husband. And it burned him up to think about how self asserted she had become. Try as he would he realized he couldn't keep her in her so called place at all. She was determined to do her thing.
"I'm glad Jimmy has gone out early," Kelvin smiled, "that will give us a little time alone."
"Why do we need a little time alone?" she glared at him.
"Wait till you see the pair of panties that I have got you," he smiled.
"Honey," she said, "aren't you speaking to the wrong woman?"
"What do you mean loyal wife," he said acidly.
"Well I thought you would have that for your lovers dear. It would seem much more appropriate to bribe a lover with panties and nice things wouldn't it?"
"Oh baby doll," Kelvin said, "I'm so sorry that you don't trust me."
"How can I trust you?" she asked, scowling as she looked at him.
"I'm sorry darling," she said, "I haven't meant to be difficult."
She followed him into the bedroom as he seemed so anxious to go in there. When he got into the bedroom, he went to the closet. He reached upon the shelf and pulled down a small box. Then he tossed it on the bed and said. "Open it honey."
She opened up the box, and there was a strange looking sight. A pair of half cup bra holders along with the panties.
"Pick up the panties and look at them honey."
She held up the panties to the light and she noticed that they were crotchless.
"Welt well," she said, "so you expect me to wear one of these things."
"Yes I do."
"Next thing I know you'll be .wanting to shave it"
"Not a bad idea baby," he grinned.
She decided that she would please him. Even though he had been very disgusting to her many times, she still had affection for him. And as Kelvin began peeling off his clothes, she slowly slipped out of her own clothes.
"You know baby," he said, "it's amazing how some times you don't realize what a good thing going you have at home."
"Why is it that you don't realize that?" Susan Kelly asked her husband.
"Business, baby," he said sternly.
"I know," she said, "no doubt it's monkey business."
Kelvin stopped dead in his tracks.
"Well I like that," he said evenly, "I work like a slave to give you a good life and then you tell me something like that."
"I'm sorry," she said, "but it's the truth. You have been playing around. Probably some other woman with crotchless panties turned you on."
"That isn't the case at all," he said.
"Well I wouldn't be surprised if it was," she told him acidly.
She was getting more and more angry as she thought about it all.
"You know baby," he said, "you sure have a beautiful shape. I like those breasts of yours. I want to see what that half cup bra is going to look like on you."
Now Susan had stripped naked completely.
"Oh honey," he said, "you sure look gorgeous to me."
Susan wasted no time in using her husband's compliments to good advantage. She looked in the mirror and nodded.
"Not a bad shape," she said.
"Not bad at all baby," he said fingering his testicles.
As she paraded back to the bed and slid slowly into the crotchless panties he began getting more and more excited.
"Why is it that you guys always turn on when a woman-slips into panties?"
"That, love is a beautiful mystery."
"Well it certainly is mysterious to me."
No sooner had she slipped into the panties, then she reached over for the half cup bra. Then she slipped that on too. He looked at her admiringly.
"Now just walk back and forth and let me lie on the bed and look at you."
Susan decided she would see what excited her husband so much. It was a combination of both disgust and mistrust that propelled her to do as he told her to.
"Oh does that ever look good to me."
"Good enough to eat?" Susan said, arching an eyebrow and putting her hand on her hip.
"Oh yes baby," he said, "come over here. I want you to straddle my face. And I want to eat you with your panties on."
"That should be a novelty," she said as she went over to him. She straddled his big chest, and slowly eased herself up so she was even with his mouth. As she came closer, his eyes widened. His tongue surged out and he started licking all around her crotch.
"Oh baby," she panted as she felt his hands grasping her ass cheeks.
"Oh I love this," Susan panted, "this is beautiful."
It seemed strange to her that finally when she had derived some sexual satisfaction it had given her great joy, namely her own son's love making, her husband would return. And return with such exciting acts to perform.
"Oh yes baby," she panted as she felt his tongue licking inside her
"Lick me lover," she gasped.
With her urging him on, Kelvin was getting more pleasure than ever before out of the act.
"Oh yes Kelvin baby," she panted, "I just love this. Keep doing it. That's what I need. Love me. Oh, ah, yes yes. Keep that going baby."
Faster and faster now the hot tongue went to town. The pleasure was building every second.
The passion was building within her more every moment. She could hardly stand it now.
"Oh-h-h-h Kelvin I love this!"
It was fortunate that Susan Kelly said she loved this. For that referred to the act. For she certainly didn't love her husband any more. The more she thought about it as he licked industriously away at her vagina, the more angry she became. She thought of all the good times that she had missed with his tongue. She thought of all the lapping jobs that he had undoubtedly had performed on other women. And this burned the hell out of her.
The hot tongue continued. And it didn't stop until he was flicking it back and forth across her clitoris. Now she was being agitated to orgasm and loving every marvelous second of it.
"Do me," she panted, "oh, ah, yes yes. Do me."
The super sensations that were flooding her now were really pleasing to her.
"Oh-h-h, ah-h-h, yes yes. That is wild baby."
Suddenly, he couldn't stand it any longer, and she couldn't either. She juiced in his face. The hot spray was delicious to his tongue. He lapped her up delightedly. Reaching down she gripped Kelvin's head. She ran her fingers lovingly through his hair. Even though he had been mean to her, and neglected her for some time at this burning, lustful moment of climax, she felt very close to him emotionally.
"Oh, Kelvin," she panted, "you have no idea what you're doing to me darling. This is so exciting, I can hardly stand it. Oh, ah, yes, yes. That's the way I love it!"
The pleasure that she was experiencing now, surpassed any previous sexual excitation that she had ever had in her life.
"Eat it," she told him, "eat it all up baby. Isn't it delicious?"
He nodded, too busy using his tongue inside of her to answer at this point in time.
"Oh, ah, yes darling, yes!"
Susan tossed her head from side to side and rolled her eyes as the over powering pleasure of his tongue was generating in her chamber.
When Kelvin withdrew his tongue she smiled at him.
"Oh Kelvin darling," she panted, "why have we been away for so long. Why haven't we been together, like this. Oh lover. I want to love you all over."
"Will you go down on me?" he asked her.
"Yes darling I'll-be glad to go down on you."
Reaching around she gripped his tool in her hand. She was amazed how long it was at this moment.
"Are you getting longer?" she asked Kelvin.
"Why baby?" he asked his wife. "Does it look longer to you?"
"It certainly does darling," she said, "have you been taking exercises?"
"What do you mean?" Kelvin asked curiously.
"I mean, darling," she laughed, "have you been exercising your joint in some woman's you know what."
"Why no honey," he said, "I'm always loyal to you."
"I believe you."
The tone in which she said it, convinced Kelvin that she didn't believe one word he was saying. However, as she turned around and gripped him she brought her face over his rod.
"Go down on me baby," he smiled, "that's it. Put your mouth on it."
Her mouth moved over his penis. And her hot tongue swept around its head. She licked back and forth across the small slit. He was starting to ooze. She liked the taste of him.
"Lick it," he urged her on, "that's it. Play with my balls."
Reaching down she gripped his testicles. She massaged them with her hands. The pleasure was building with momentum.
"Oh," he panted excitedly, "that is beautiful. Oh, ah, yes baby yes. That's beautiful!"
Every second of this was more stimulating and exciting.
"Oh eat me," Kelvin panted as he watched Susan doing her thing.
Her head was bobbing up and down now. She was learning how to finger his balls effectively. He wrapped his legs around his wife as he watched her go to town on him.
"Oh," he panted, "you are really good. Oh, yes. I should have asked you to go down on me before. Oh, ah, that's just what I like. Oh, lick. Lick it!"
He was thrusting away now with a fierce and savage force. The pleasure was building every second. He could hardly stand it now.
"Lick me," he begged her, "oh, yes. Don't stop now. Don't let anything stop you darling. Lick me."
Faster and faster she did it to him and the pleasure was building with every second.
"I love it baby," he gasped excitedly, "oh, ah, yes yes. Keep doing it. Faster, oh I love that!"
The pleasure was building every second. Suddenly the hot juice splashed. She devoured him. She loved the thick creamy taste of her husband's juice.
"Oh get it all out honey," he panted, "that's what I want. Oh, ah, yes, yes, keep doing it."
It was a beautiful moment for both of them. She had found sex with her husband to be about the most exciting thing in the world.
"Oh, ah, yes yes. That's what I want. That's what I need!"
It was pleasure beyond what she ever hoped to find in any other form of loving. And now that she had had it, she was out of her mind with delight. .
"Finish it off baby," he told his wife as she continued doing her thing on him.
She marveled at the size of his penis. Perhaps she thought to herself she had shown him more affection down there between his legs maybe he would have responded a lot sooner. She regretted very much that she hadn't given him more affection there. She realized that if she had given him the affection that he needed, probably he wouldn't have strayed away from her home.
"Oh wife," he told her, "what a hot mouth you've got baby. You really know how to do it. Oh, yes baby, yes.
Her hands gripped his buttocks as she finished. She was happy that she could bring him what he wanted. And she was delighted. Slipping her mouth off his penis slowly, she patted his stomach.
"Did you enjoy that?" she smiled.
"Did I ever," he assured her. They had indeed enjoyed some marvelous sex. And he was the first to congratulate her.
"Baby," he told her, "that was one of the best times in bed I have ever had. I'm so glad we made it"
"So am I," she admitted, "it was a lot of fun wasn't it darling?"
He nodded as he wrapped his arm around her. He held her close to him and breathed huskily.
"Oh wife," he smiled, "you are too much."
She loved being complimented. And the guilt was beginning to surface in her as she thought about having sex with her own son. She knew very well how her husband would hate her if he knew that she had seduced-their young son Jimmy. Yet, Jimmy was really something. And she had enjoyed it with him so much.
"Honey," he smiled, "why don't we do something different. I mean take a vacation or go somewhere where we can be alone. It isn't always good to do it at home."
"No, I guess it isn't," she thought to herself. She patted his ass-and he said, "you know baby I would love it if you would give me a good body massage."
"All right honey."
Susan got off the bed. She went into the bathroom and got some rubbing alcohol. When she returned she looked at her husband and smiled.
"You want a good massage."
"I sure do lover," he told her, "all over, baby."
He stretched out lying on his stomach. Then she began massaging his shoulders. He loved it enormously.
"Oh baby," he told her, "does that ever feel good. Just like that. Keep it up honey. Oh, ah, yes, yes. That's what I like. Oh yes."
She rubbed around his firm round behind. And he was enjoying it more every moment.
"Right around my prostate baby," he told her, "that's where I like it. Slide your fingers around there honey."
She let her fingers massage around his prostate. He became more and more excited every second.
"Oh keep that up," he begged, "that's what I like. Don't ever stop."
Using her fingers effectively, she got him more and more turned on.
"Oh yes honey," he told her, "that's the thing I like. Keep it up honey. Oh, ah, yes yes. That's beautiful. Oh yes."
She could see his ass wiggle around as she continued playing with his ass. Using one hand on his prostate, and the other to grip his ass cheeks was really getting him excited.
"Oh, ah, yes baby, yes. That's beautiful."
She could tell he was getting real excited.
"Oh honey," he told her, "there is something I really would enjoy. If you would kiss my ass. I would love that."
She bent over and kissed his ass cheeks. At the same time she was massaging his prostate. The pleasure now was building.
"Just lick honey," he told her, "that's it. Oh, ah, yes. You have no idea how great that feels to me. Keep it up."
Now the pleasure was building. Her hot tongue lapped away on his buttocks. And her fingers played with his prostate.
"Sweetheart," he said, "I would like you to slide up and down on my staff."
She decided that he had had enough ass kissing, and enough action on his prostate. Therefore, she quit doing that and alternated her action. And then he turned over. And she straddled him.
"Do it baby," he told her, "slide down over it."
Grasping his penis, she guided him into her vagina. As it slid inside her, it became more and more exciting.
"Oh, ah, yes yes. That's beautiful."
Now he could hardly stand it. The pleasure had built to a climatic pitch.
"Oh baby," he gasped excitedly, "that's too much. Oh, ah, yes baby, yes."
Suddenly the hard penis jabbed up there. Every second he was more stimulated and excited. Suddenly, he felt it exploding.
"Oh, ah, yes baby, yes."
Try as he would he couldn't keep the juice in there.. She had gotten him so excited, that a few vigorous thrusts and he was off.
"Let me get off too," she begged, "I want to feel it."
He decided it was only fair to give her a chance. And so, he continued thrusting up there. She loved the feel of his penis thrusting up there. She liked the feeling of her pubic hair mixing with his pubic hair as he rammed it to her.
"Fuck me," she cried, "oh, ah, yes fuck, fuck, fuck!"
This was the pleasure that she liked.
"Give it to me," he begged, "oh yes, baby!"
Now he could hardly stand it and she couldn't either.
"Oh baby, I can feel it to my toes. This is really something."
Kelvin rammed it to his wife with new found happiness. He had never been able to please her this much.
"Oh, ah, yes baby, yes. That's beautiful!"
Now, he was pleasing her. His hands reached up to massage her breasts. He played with her nipples.
"Oh baby," she panted, "do I ever like this!" Surprisingly, she could feel his erection forming in her. And she wanted to keep him happy. She wanted to keep him thrusting until she felt her juices mingling with his.
"Fuck me," she urged him on, "fuck. Fuck Oh yes!"
The pleasure was building now. And she knew it wouldn't be much longer now.
"Oh baby," she gasped excitedly, "that is too much."
All at once she felt it juicing. At this point, she was really surprised. The hot penis stabbed up there, exploding, as she juiced with it.
"Oh," he panted, "I made it"
The pleasure was almost more than he could stand.
"Oh yes, baby," he gasped, "that's too much."
She squeezed it, milking all the juice out of it. And she didn't quit doing it until he had finished exploding within her. Then ever so slowly, she lifted herself off of him.
"Oh darling," she smiled, "I enjoyed that. You'll never guess how much."
He had enjoyed it too.
"So did I darling," he assured her.
As she lay down beside him, once more lie wrapped his arm around her.
"Well, you see baby," he told her, "I'm not such a bad husband after all am I ? "
She couldn't help but answer. And her answer had to be, "you are wonderful." As much as it bothered her, that was the only thing that she could say. Yet she was tortured. Tortured by the truth of the matter. The truth being that she had been as disloyal as any wife could be, she had committed the unforgiveable sin. She had played around with her own son. And if Kelvin, her husband, ever realized what she was doing, he would be furious. She knew that she would have to keep their relationship a secret. While she loved her husband, she had to admit that she got more pleasure with her son. That was what was the most annoying. Even though Kelvin had at last given her a lot of attention, it had been too late. If only he had paid attention to her before she reasoned, maybe she would have never fallen into this trap. Yet there she was caught.
"A penny for your thoughts," Kelvin smiled at Susan.
"They are not worth a penny darling," she said.
"What do you mean honey," he asked, "something" wrong?"
"I mean I'm pretty uptight."
"Why are you uptight?" he asked. "I'll tell you why."
"All right, go ahead."
For a moment the truth hung in the balance. Then she realized she must never say a thing.
"The reason darling that we have been so far apart is because you have never made over me. Today you did. I liked going down on you. And I loved it when you went down on me. That is what I call real sex. This half hearted fuck stuff is no good."
"I feel the same way honey," he said, "I don't dig it when a man and a woman get into bed and stop and won't do everything."
"But I never knew you wanted all of this."
"Didn't you have some idea," he said.
"No I didn't."
It was becoming very difficult for her not to tell him the truth. She loved Kelvin. And she loved the frank and honest way that he had sex with her at last.
"Maybe our son should go away to a dormitory."
"A dormitory?" she asked curiously.
"It might be good for him," Kelvin observed, "he could have nice gals living there with him and they could slip into his room and take care of him at night."
"How immoral," she said quickly, "I wouldn't approve of that at all."
"Oh come off it," he said, "he's got to have a little sex."
"He could get married for that."
"Don't be ridiculous," he said, "he's got to have a little more action than that."
"Don't you believe in marriage?" she asked.
"It's a great institution," he said, "but so is getting sex before you get married."
"Oh, you men are all alike," she said, "you stick up for him all the way,"
"Well, I believe that sexual needs should be satisfied," he said.
"Well, I'm not saying they shouldn't be," she said, "It's just that I think he ought to exhibit a little control."
"You know," he said, "you really amaze me."
"Do I really?" she asked.
"You bet you do," he said, "you're a prude."
"A prude?" she said. "Well did I screw you like a prude?"
"Well not-that honey," he smiled, "you're a prude when it comes to our son. You don't want him to have any fun. You know I think you're jealous."
"Jealous?" she demanded, "what on earth are you talking about?"
"You're jealous of our son," he said.
"That's the most absurd thing I have ever heard," she said.
"Yes," he said, "I think you would be afraid if he found some girl and you felt that he was leaving home. You don't want to let him go."
Assured that he was speaking of the normal kind of jealousy a mother feels when her son leaves home, she breathed a sigh of relief.
"Well maybe you're right darling," she said, "I guess I hate to see him go away from home. He's been such a good boy."
"Yes he has," he said, "but even good boys have to fuck."
"I guess that's true," she said, "but I will miss his so. He is such a sweetheart."
"Well don't think he won't miss you too."
"Do you think so darling?" she smiled.
"Well you have been a good mother to him," he said, "and I'm sure that he will miss those nice meals that you fix, and all of the attention that you are continually giving him."
"I have tried to make a nice home for him haven't I honey?"
"You have made a nice home for both of us," he said.
"Thank you dear," she said.
Even though Susan Kelly looked as innocent as hell, she knew that she was guilty as hell. And this fact bothered her, no matter how nice she fooled her husband. She knew that she could never fool herself. And that was where the problem lay.
CHAPTER THREE
The very next morning at breakfast, Kelvin suggested to his son, "why don't you go live in the dormitory?"
"Well why dad?" he asked as he continued eating his breakfast.
"Because," he said, "you would meet a lot of nice people."
It was all Susan Kelly could do to restrain herself. It was burning the hell out of her to think that her son was being seduced with words from her husband.
"Why son," Kelvin went on, "they've got dorms that I hear allow you to have girls in late. When you get bored with your school work, son, you can have a little fun."
That did it. Susan could take no more. Rising to her feet abruptly she said, "that's disgusting for you to talk that way to him."
Jimmy knew that he was in the middle. If his father ever knew what he had done, he knew that his father would probably want to kill both of them. Therefore, he just sat there while he watched his father smile, overly amused at his mother's anger and disgust. Susan walked out of the house, she walked around the garden, and was so tortured that tears rolled down her cheeks. This was really too much. She knew that Kelvin had to have a sadistic streak running right down to the center of him. Meantime, Jimmy was feeling bad about the whole situation.
"Excuse me dad," he said as he got up from the table and went back to his mother.
Left alone, Kelvin was sour and bitter. After all he thought to himself, I have tried to make a good home for him. I offer him a nice suggestion, so he can have a little sex to take care of him, and he gets angry. Real nice! Yet, he thought perhaps he was a bit immoral. Maybe suggesting such a thing to his son was wrong. Maybe, he reasoned to himself, the ideal way to handle such a situation, would be for his son to find sex where and how he wanted it. Trying to structure a situation for him, probably was off base. While he was thinking about all of this, Jimmy was out in the back yard talking to his mother.
"Oh mom," he said angrily, "don't pay any attention to dad. He's just trying to be difficult."
"But you aren't going to leave your own home are you son ? " she smiled at him through her misty eyes.
When he saw how much it mattered to her that he didn't move, of course he couldn't say that he would.
"Of course not mom," he assured her, "now don't you worry about a thing. Okay ? "
"All right dear," she said, "I'll try not to worry."
In a moment or two Kelvin came outside.
"Well," he complained, "it seems that I'm not needed around here. You two are talking together as if I were an outsider."
That really got to Susan. She didn't want the neighbors to hear one thing about what was happening at her place.
"Let's go inside," she told Jimmy.
She went inside, and Kelvin was pacing the floor.
"I don't appreciate being treated like this."
He was glaring at the two of them. Then he said in a huff, "I guess I will pack up my things and get out of here for a while."
"Well you never do spend much time around now," she reminded him.
"And with good reason," he said giving her an angry glare.
He hurried up to his bedroom and packed. A few moments later he walked out the door. Now Susan Kelly was left alone with her son, and the bitter memories of the family argument that erupted about half an hour before.
"What are we going to do about dad?" Jimmy asked, concerned and worried.
"Absolutely nothing," she said, "absolutely nothing. He is despicable."
He went on talking about it, and his mother got concerned.
Then he looked at her and said, "I'll bet you would have a fit if I had anybody else, wouldn't you?"
"Of course not dear," she lied, "I want you to have a good time."
She was scratching her nose as she said this. And instantly, Jimmy picked up on this trace of nervousness, which was very obvious. He could tell that she was struggling for balance. And it bothered him. He wondered if his life would forever be troubled with her problems.
"I think I'm going to split mom."
She looked up at him and wondered if he meant for good or the day.
"Where are you going dear?" she asked him.
"Does it make any difference?"
"Yes it does," she said. "I don't want you getting in with bad company."
Jimmy looked at her and laughed.
"Oh mom," he chuckled, "you are such a put on. As if our little affair was such a wholesome thing."
"Well dear," she said, "I don't want you to get any wrong ideas."
"Don't you worry darling," he said, "you're not going to get any wrong ideas."
It was becoming perfectly obvious what she wanted. The way she was looking at his crotch.
"Jimmy baby," she said, "could we have a little sex?"
"Mom," he said, "during the day time."
"Well the day time is the best time," she laughed, "it really is dear. That's the time I love to get balled. I can see what is happening."
"What if dad would come back?"
"He won't honey," she said. "He was just trying to figure out some kind of an excuse to justify his going back to this other woman that I'm sure he is living with."
"How can you be so sure?" '
While Jimmy deliberately changed the subject, he hoped that he could divert her from wanting more sex with him.
"Well I know men and their devious ways," she said.
"Do you think dad is devious?" he asked with a smile crawling across his face.
"He is," she said, "I know him like a book."
Jimmy moved away again as she got to her feet. She went over to him and placed a hand on his shoulder.
"Oh Jimmy baby," she said, "if I could just love you a moment or two. It would mean so much to me. You have no idea how much."
"Leave me alone mom."
Jimmy looked at her with such a hard and stony stare, it seemed as if it was almost a rerun of what she had taken with her husband Kelvin.
"Oh I didn't mean to hurt you," he said, "I really didn't mom."
"But you did," she said as she bent over as the tears rolled down her cheeks. She played the tear scene to the very best advantage. If she couldn't win him one way, she would have to use another way, but conquer him she would.
His arm went around her.
"Well mom," he said, "I guess we can go upstairs and have a little sex. We'd better do it in my room, and we better lock the door. If the old man should come back, that would give us time to get some clothes on."
"Oh you're wonderful baby," she said, "wonderful. I just want to give you a little rub down. That's all. Of course I would like to have your clothes off, and my clothes off. I love to look at your body naked. I don't know why son, but there is something about seeing you in the buff that really does something to me."
"That tuff," Jimmy smiled, "okay mom let's go up."
As they walked up the stairs, she hesitated a moment.
"Are you changing your mind?" Jimmy asked her.
"No dear," she said' nervously, "I'm not changing my mind. But I think maybe it would be a very good idea if we locked the door."
She went over to the door and locked It. Once the front door had been locked she joined him on the stairway and they walked together to Jimmy's room.
"I'm going to lock this too mom. Just a good idea."
"Yes son, it is."
Then she suddenly thought how exciting it might be for him to see her in the crotchless panties that her husband Kelvin had bought her. If it turned Kelvin on that much, she reasoned, it would really turn her son on.
"Dear," she said, "how would it be if I went back to my bedroom and got something."
"Go ahead."
She turned around and went back to the bedroom. She deliberately took a little time out to change her panties and bra. As she slid out of her clothes, she thought he would really get turned on when he saw her with crotchless black lace panties. And she could hardly wait to appear in the half cup bra. That would really turn him on. Sliding her clothes over her sexy undies, she went back to his bedroom. Then she began undressing nonchalantly. But she couldn't keep her eyes off Jimmy who was peeling off his shorts now. As his firm round buttocks came into view, and she saw his gigantic size penis standing up, she got hotter every second for him.
"Lock the door darling," she said nervously, 'we don't want to be seen."
She was happy when he turned around and she could get a good look at his equipment. She had to agree that it had to be larger than Kelvin's cock.
"Oh mom," he said as he turned back and saw her with the beautiful half cup bra.
"Oh those beautiful breasts of yours. They really are a gorgeous pair of knockers. I love the looks of them."
Then his eyes glanced down to her crotchless panties. She was slipping her skirt off, and as he caught sight of the hair on her pussy, and the black lace panties all around it, framing it in a sexy arrangement, he really was excited.
"Oh that's beautiful," he said, "that is really something."
No doubt about it he was stimulated by the sight of her crotch.
"It's good enough to eat mom."
"Down boy," she smiled, "on your knees."
Young Jimmy dropped to his knees in front of his mother's mound. Without taking time out to slide them off, he let his face become buried in her muff. Then his hot tongue lashed out. Suddenly the tongue jabbed in there.
"Oh do it," she begged, "do it."
The pleasure was mounting every moment.
"Oh do I ever like that," he panted, "it's beautiful mom."
He reached back and gripped her ass cheeks as his hands slid down behind the elastic waist band of the black, lacey panties. Now his tongue was there again. He stabbed it inside and licked industriously.
"Keep that up baby," she begged him, "that's what I want. That's what I need. Oh, ah, yes yes. Keep doing that for me."
The pleasure was building every second. And he was enjoying it more every moment.
"Yes, yes, keep loving me there."
Instinctively, young Jimmy's tongue pumped inside. She was pleased with his long tongue reach, and he kept it moving. In fast, and varying movements. He licked her moisture there.
"Eat it baby," she begged, "yes, eat me. Eat me!"
It was really exciting for them both. She was watching in the mirror, and got a big charge out of it as she saw his head over her there.
The pleasure was more intense, than she had ever imagined it could ever be.
"Oh, ah, yes baby, yes!"
The hot plunging tongue continued licking all around there. And every second she was burning with more passion, more frenzied delight.
"Eat it," she begged, "eat it, baby, eat it!"
The passionate delight that the pumping tongue was making from licking all around inside there, was almost more than she could stand. Suddenly she juiced. Her hands clawed on his head.
"Oh do me," she begged, "that's the way momma likes it. Don't stop now, darling, keep it up!"
He didn't intend to stop, until he had finished her.
"Oh, ah, yes, yes Jimmy, oh I love it!"
Jimmy didn't stop licking, until he had gotten all the juice out of her box. Pulling his tongue out, he smiled up at her with that innocent beautiful look that really made her hot. Getting to his feet he wrapped his arms around her. She pressed her breasts to him, and he pressed back. She loved tfie feel of his hard chest crushing down on her.
"Oh son," she panted, "we fit together so wonderfully. We fit together like magic!"
"We do, don't we mom?"
"Oh yes darling," she said, "we really do."
He was trembling now, and she could feel his giant sized penis there. She knew that she should give him what he wanted. Reaching down, she pushed herself away and gripped his tool in her hand. Squeezing it, he quivered with emotion and she saw some juice start to drip from its slit.
"Oh mom," he said, "would you kneel before me? Just like I did for you?"
"It would be an honor, darling," Susan said, dropping to her knees. Grasping her son's proud penis she brought it to her lips. She examined it. Then with one hand cupping his testicles, and the other holding his penis in place, she slowly eased her mouth over the head of it.
"O-h-h-h-h," he panted, "does that ever feel good. Oh mom, you have no idea how good that feels to me. Oh yes."
Effectively letting her tongue slide over the slippery surface of the penis head, she was rapidly bringing him to a climax.
"I like it when you feel my balls that way," he assured her.
Susan was proud of herself. She was giving him good hot mouth action, coupled with a good ball massage. The combination was almost more than he could stand.
"Oh, ah, yes, yes. That's really it. Oh, I love that!"
He was getting hotter now, and ramming with fierce force.
"Oh just like that," he gasped excitedly, "that's how I love it. Oh yes, love me."
This intimate connection, really pleased her. She loved the sight of his loins. She liked the aroma of his loins. And more than that, she delighted in this connection, with her mouth on his penis, and young Jimmy thrusting away. She knew it wouldn't be much longer until he climaxed. This was the moment of erotic explosion that she was waiting for. She liked the taste of the sticky substance, and could hardly wait to taste him and devour him once more.
"Oh mom," Jimmy panted as he thrust excitedly, "it will not be much longer now. Oh, ah, yes, oh that's what I want you to do. like that! Oh, ah, yes yes!"
Then grabbing her head and flexing his muscles, he thrust forward in a sudden, hot jab, exploding in her.
"Oh-h-h," he panted, "I made it. Lick it Lick it up. Lap it up!"
He loved the enthusiasm with which she went for his juice. It was as if it was a delightful nectar of the Gods. And she was dying to get it
"Eat me," he panted, "eat me. Oh, ah, yes yes. That's the way I like it."
He guided her over his penis. He didn't want her to stop doing what she was doing until he had completed his climax.
"Finish it off," he smiled, "good to the last drop."
She continued, doing him, until she had devoured all of him. Slowly she slipped her mouth off it. Glancing up at him, her face was flushed and excited looking.
"Oh, ah," he panted, "that was wonderful!"
Now he looked at her with admiration and love, "mom," he said, "why shouldn't I let you have it? Nobody else wants it as badly as you do."
"Oh son you do understand don't you? You have a life time for lovers but us, baby we don't have that long. Just a little while."
Going back to the bed, she lay there. And as he saw her beautiful breasts, he wanted to see them without the half cup bra. He wanted to see them completely naked. He pulled it off.
"That's it mom," he smiled, "let it all hang out!"
Then he reached down and pulled her crotchless panties off.
"I like this off too. When you're stark naked, I like you best."
"You would," she teased, "you want the most sexy of everything?"
"I guess I do," he admitted, "I'm a horny man. You know there is one thing I have always wanted to try, and I wish you would let me try it on you."
"What's that?" she asked curious to know what her son would get excited with the most if he could do anything.
"I would love to slide my penis between your breasts. I would like to massage your breasts against my hard cock. That would really be a turn on."
She thought about it for a moment, and then she decided it might feel good.
"All right darling if you want to," she agreed.
He straddled her, and slowly eased his huge penis between her breasts. She loved the feel of it.
"Oh, that feels so good honey," she told him, "I really like that."
"I thought you would dear."
"How did you know," she smiled, "how did you guess?"
"Your father used to like to do that to me," she admitted.
Now,-he was thrusting it back and forth. And she was getting more excited every second. She liked the sight of the head of it. She could see more juice forming at its small slit.
"Oh wow, my balls even get excited when I do this."
Back and forth he was moving now. And with every thrust she was becoming more excited too.
"Keep it up darling," she begged him, "yes yes. I like that. Keep doing that."
He kept it up, and she was getting more pleasure every second.
"Oh, ah, yes yes. That's what I want. Do it. Do it!"
"Press down," she advised him, "you will enjoy that dear." As he pressed down he became more and more excited.
"Oh, ah, yes mom yes. I really like that."
The pleasure was building now, and he was intensely excited.
"Oh do it to me," he panted, "I love this. Oh yes. Do me."
Faster and faster now she massaged her breasts into his hard penis as he pushed it back and forth. The balls were tingling now, and .he was really stimulated.
"Oh mom," he panted, "you don't know how good that feels to my nuts."
"Yes I do son," she said, "your father loved doing the very same thing."
"Did he really?" young Jimmy's eyes sparkled.
"Oh yes dear," she said, "your father was quite inventive. Sometimes he would like to gently press his hard penis on each breast. That brought him a lot of pleasure, and he would also like to slowly drag his balls over the breasts."
"Well mom," Jimmy smiled, "let me try that. That sounds like a lot of fun."
As he released his penis, he began massaging it against her breasts. He dragged his balls slowly over the breasts, and this added to the pleasure. She had a fear that he would be shooting right on her breasts. She enjoyed it so much she wanted it to continue at least a few more moments.
"Oh Jimmy," she panted, "you have no idea how good that feels to me. I just love it."
"Do you really mom?" he smiled at her.
"Oh yes son," she said, "it is the most exciting feeling I've had in ages."
Now he was turned on all the way.
"Keep that up darling," she panted, "oh yes. Keep doing me. That's the way I want it."
The pleasure was building now every second.
"Oh, ah, yes mom yes."
It was almost hurting now. Yet she enjoyed seeing him so excited and delighted. Soon the hot juice splashed all over her.
"Oh Jimmy," she panted, "let mama lick it."
He brought his penis to her lips and she opened her mouth and let her tongue slide out and licked across the surface of the rod.
"Oh that feels so good, eat it."
She ate it all right, and her hands massaged his firm round buttocks. Every second was more delightful than the last.
"Oh Jimmy baby," she panted, "you are too much."
It was a momentous moment for her. She really loved every marvelous second of it.
When she had finished eating it, he pulled away. She looked at him now. Her hands were still massaging his buttocks.
"Will you lick my ass cheeks?" he smiled at her.
"If that would make you happy darling yes."
Now he began pressing his ass cheeks down on her face and she licked them. Exciting him to no end. Suddenly the phone rang.
"Don't answer it," Jimmy insisted, "it might be dad, I'm glad he's gone."
"So am I darling," she said, "good riddance."
Jimmy moved away and as he stood there in his bedroom, she said, "I wish I could always have you. I hate to think of you ever belonging to anyone else. I have enjoyed you so much."
"Well don't think I haven't enjoyed you mom," he told her, "we have had a ball together."
"No one would appreciate the love we feel for each other however."
"I know that only too well," he assured her.
At this point he was becoming more and more excited.
"Oh mom," he panted, "you know I wish that we could run away. What would we do for a living?"
"Well you don't have a college degree yet honey," she smiled, "but you always could continue. I hear that Miami is beautiful. Maybe we could move there."
Jimmy came back to the bed and sat down beside her.
"Do you really think so mom?" he questioned.
"Why yes dear," she said, "I see no reason why we couldn't make a move. That is if you're ready to move with mom."
"I'm ready," he said, "I need to get away from this place. And I need to get away real bad."
The two of them looked at each other. They were locked in a love gaze. It was becoming increasingly difficult for her to want him away from her. She wanted him beside her. And as Jimmy lay down naked beside her, her hands were all over his body.
"Oh baby," she smiled at him, "you have no idea how much I adore you."
He nodded and smiled.
"Maybe mom," he said, "we could have a sex affair until I get through college. It would make it easier on me in some ways."
"I'm glad you see it as I do."
"I see it your way part of the way," he said with a half smile forming on his face. "The thing I don't want you to do, mom, is hang on forever. If you would latch on to me, and think you had a padlock on my pecker, that would be wrong. It's all right, if my balls itch now and then and we fuck. I need sex. And I don't have time to go out and chase girls. I'm too busy getting my education. I'm a good student, but I have to apply myself all the time. I don't have the time to goof off like a lot of other guys that I know. So mom if you would try to be a little understanding of me."
"Yes son," she said as she reached for his penis and gently massaged it. He loved the way she could always bring it back to life.
"Oh that feels good," he told her, "real good."
Every moment he was getting more and more turned on.
"Oh darling," she panted, "you have no idea how much I enjoy it when vou touch me there."
"I know honey," he smiled at her. "it is a lot of fun isn't it?"
And then her mouth was moving over to the pecker and her tongue was moving to his inner thigh and licking it. And soon her tongue was tracing along his testicles. He worried about her doing it too much. Yet it felt so good he hated to stop her.
"You like me down there don't you?" he said.
"Yes darling I do," she admitted.
The way her tongue moved around it, it was obvious she was crazy about it. And then she began licking up his penis. Soon she was capping the crown of it with her mouth.
"Oh yes," he panted as he pushed forward. As he pushed forward his penis engulfed her mouth. His balls were hanging outside her lips. And he was turned on all the way.
"Oh mom," he panted, "you have no idea how groovy that feels to me."
She had some idea. For she looked at him, her eyes watching him as his face was glistening.
"Oh baby," she smiled, "you are beautiful."
"Get your mouth back on it mom," he said stimulated again to where he had to have more.
Her mouth traveled back to it. Slipping it into her mouth, she licked industriously.
"Oh yes," he panted, "that is beautiful. Oh, ah, keep doing that. That's what I dig. Oh, ah, yes baby yes. That's beautiful."
The pleasure was building every moment. He could hardly stand it now.
"Oh lick me," he begged, "lick me."
Every second he enjoyed it more. The intensely erotic delight of her mouth there, really got to him.
"Oh eat it," he panted, "that's what I dig. Oh, ah, yes yes. More baby, more."
Once again he had the sheer delight of watching his balls outside of her lips. It was fun watching himself plunged in there.
"Eat me," he panted, "eat me."
The sensations that were flooding his being now, were almost more than he could stand.
"Oh, ah, yes baby, yes. That's it."
Now he was going out of his mind with delight.
"Oh yes," he panted, "that is beautiful. Oh, ah, now you're doing it. That's what I want. Oh, yes, yes, lick me."
She was getting the taste of his juice again. And it was really exciting her. Now she clasped his ass cheeks in her hands and massaged them roughly.
"Oh do me mom," he panted, "oh yes. That's the way. Oh don't stop. Love me."
She was amazed how her hot hands could slide over his smooth behind. Every part of his genitals appealed to her. She loved the aroma and sweat of his loins. She felt she could lick the sweat off his ass. And how she loved licking. The hot exciting licking on his penis really appealed to her.
"Oh, ah, yes yes. That's it. Oh keep that going. Oh, ah, yes yes. That's wild!"
The hot delight that was flooding her being now really got to her.
"Oh do me," he panted, "do me."
He could hardly stand it. Nor could she.
"Oh, ah, yes yes. Love me!"
Love Jimmy she did. Not only was he her beautiful son, he was her fantastic lover. And with every jab of his rod, the pleasure increased in her body.
"Oh yes baby," she gasped excitedly, "you have no idea how good that feels to me. Keep it up darling. Keep that going. That's what I love."
The delicious excitement that surged through her body now, was coming to a climax.
"Eat me," Jimmy panted, "eat me. Oh, ah, yes yes. That's what I dig."
The sensual delight that was invading her mind now, blocked out everything else. The only thing that she could think of was his thrusting rod. The only feeling that she could have was for his long penis. And her only desire was the juice that would shoot out of it head in a few seconds.
"Do it," he begged, "do it. Finish me off!"
The plunging penis finally juiced As the steaming white volcano of juice floded her mouth, she gulped.
"Don't choke on it mom," he chuckled as he saw how eager she was to get every drop ov of his joint.
"Oh, ah, yes yes. That's what I dig. Oh you really know how to do me."
The pleasure was mounting. Every second Jimmy enjoyed it more.
"That's beautiful," he panted, "oh yes. Get every drop of it out."
She didn't quit eating on it until she had finished every bit of it. Then she pulled off. She patted his ass playfully.
"Did I ever enjoy that!" she said anxiously.
"I'm glad you did mom," he replied.
The look of love that locked their raze was really something else.
"Oh baby," he smiled at her, "you are beautiful. Really good at making love. I'm glad I don't have to waste my time checking out chicks. I can spend it making love to you. That's a much better way to spend it too mom."
He was pleased. And she was proud as punch that her son would give himself to her with such free deep feeling.
He lay there, and she just massaged his back and spoke soothingly to him.
"I like it when you caress my ass," he smiled, "you have a good hand for it."
"Honey it's not my hand it's my feeling. And my feeling is so much with you darling you have no idea."
"Well I have some idea mom," he smiled, "I know you dig me a lot."
"You bet I do darling," she said.
The pleasure that had erupted between them with his huge shaft giving out with sex, was something else.
"Oh baby," she panted, "you don't know how much I adore you. You're almost more than any mother could ever ask for. I love you with all of my heart."
Indeed there was no doubt about it, the love that was passing between them was beautiful. And the hot delight that Jimmy had when he would thrust his penis into her different holes, was becoming increasingly pleasurable for him.
"Oh wow!" he panted, "you don't know how much I enjoy this. It's really fun when we make out, isn't it?"
"It is for me dear."
"Miami," he said, "could we go to Miami?"
"I will look into it dear."
"What about dad?" he said, "I'll divorce him."
"Just like that!" he asked.
"Why not dear?" she smiled excitedly, "he hasn't been good to me. He's been stepping out on me. And I've got to do a little research. If I could get some goods on him, like where he got that money then I would have some ammunition."
CHAPTER FOUR
Susan Kelly didn't have a lot of money. But she did have a tremendous amount of pride. And she had made her decision that she was going to get nothing accomplished unless she put first things first. And she knew how she would go about it. She had the strategy all planned in her mind. The only way she could legitimately get a divorce was if she could get the goods on her husband. Therefore she looked through the phone directory for a list of private investigators. She found some under the yellow pages. She called up Roger Martin. And when she got him on the phone she explained what she wanted.
"Mr. Martin," she began, "I'm interested in obtaining a divorce from my husband. I don't trust him farther than I can spit."
"You sound like a lot of other wives that I deal with," he chuckled.
"Is infidelity that common?" she demanded.
"I'm afraid it is," Roger Martin explained, 'you see the man is a different animal than the woman. The man must play around. The woman I guess is more confined to her cage so to speak."
That did it! Rising to her feet, Susan Kelly looked at him with righteous indignation flashing in her eyes.
"Mr. Martin," she said, "I'm not interested in your opinions of the male and female sex habits. What I am interested in is finding my husband's weak point. I'm sure he had one. I have good information that he is playing around with someone. But if I can't find that person and use sexual grounds for divorce, perhaps I can catch him in some other bad business. Do you understand?"
"Oh I understand," he laughed, "and I hope you understand that this is going to cost you. Most people have some skeletons rattling in their closets. And I like to shake them. But first I have to have the money. You do understand don't you?"
"Of course I do," she said, "it is not difficult at all for me to figure out what the scoop is."
"Go on," she said, "tell me how much."
"I begin with five hundred," he smiled, "then I continue from there."
"Well how much will it finally be?" she asked curiously.
"Enough," he assured her.
"Oh I'm sure of that," she said, "you always know how to make it enough don't you?"
"I'm afraid we do," he admitted.
The more he talked about it, the more she realized that she had to make her decision.
"All right, Mr. Martin," she said, "you can begin. I will give you a list of where I think he has been. One thing that I really want you to check out is this. I found a check stub, of a man by the name of Harry Hanover. My husband is in the wholesale drug business. And I wonder what connection he could possibly have with Mr. Hanover."
Martin looked at her and said, "I don't know Mr. Hanover and I have no knowledge of your husband. You will have to give me this information and let me check it out. That is my job. It will require time, money, and patience. I provide the time, I provide the patience, and you provide the money."
Immediately, Susan Kelly got out her check book and wrote him a check. The private investigator smiled as he saw her writing the check.
"Very good," he said, "I think we are getting closer and closer to the crucial question."
"All right," she said, "I'll give you five hundred more if you get the goods. But I can't go beyond that. I'm not a rich woman. I hope you understand. Save the big prices for your rich clients."
"I'll try to remember that," Martin smiled in his most dapper manner as he got to his feet and escorted her to the door. "Thank you so much for all of this information that you have given me Mrs. Kelly. I hope that we can provide you with a very happy, responsible divorce arrangement."
She turned and looked up at him with a meaningful expression in her eyes, "I do too. I'm so sick and tired of living with that animal."
"Come come, Mr. Kelly," he said, "nothing can be all that bad."
"My barbaric husband is that bad," she insisted.
There was no doubt in his mind now, that she was going through some trauma. However, he didn't want to get to intimately involved with whatever her problem was.
"You know," she smiled, "you really are something else."
"Am I?" he said, "maybe you would like to have a little something on the side with me."
"Hardly," she smiled, "I do not mix business with pleasure. I hope you understand."
She did indeed understand. And she was tortured.
"Oh baby," she said nervously, "why do I get in such messes?"
Then she went down the hall and got to the elevator. She took it downstairs, and all the way down she kept looking at the people around her. She wondered if they were as confused, as uptight, and as emotionally disturbed as she knew she was. However, she had plans for her future. And she vowed if she could make these plans come to life, everything would be different. When she got to the main floor, she got out and decided that she needed a drink. She looked at the high rise apartment buildings around her. She admired their beautiful colors. Some were gold with brown balconies, and some were gray with deep gray balconies. She loved the interesting places and imagined what it would be like in Miami. She had heard so much about the beauty of Miami that the whole idea of going there really got to her.
Going into the bar, she ordered a couple of drinks. The bartender smiled when she said, "I'll take two drinks."
"Well I never heard of a woman ordering two at one time," the bartender grinned.
"Well now you have haven't you?" she said acidly.
She didn't appreciate his snooping into her personal life. If that was her way of doing it, that was her way of doing it.
She was becoming more and more eager for sexual activity. And this bothered her. She saw a young man come in and sit two seats away from her. She tried to look her very best so he might take an interest in her. She wondered if she was losing her mind to get this turned on with sexual activity. She fell herself perspiring as his hot lusty eyes looked at her. Finally he moved over and asked her, "Mind if I sit down here?"
"Why no," she said, "it's a free country."
"Right on," he said, "now how would you like me to order one of your drinks for you?"
"Well I haven't had my quota yet," she admitted, "so I might as well order another two."
"Oh two at a time," he chuckled, "you really do go for everything in a big way don't you baby?"
"Yes I do darling," she smiled, "is there anything wrong with that?"
"Why of course not," he said, "if that's the way you want it, that's the way you want it."
She nodded and began sipping her bourbon and seven drink. It did taste delicious to her. There was no doubt about it, she was going to do her thing. No matter how wild or wicked it was, she was determined that she was going to live her own life in her own way.
She got to talking to him, and he told her his name.
"My name is Gabriel," he said, "and what is your name?"
Before she answered, she sipped her drink. Then she thought it might not hurt to give him her first name. After all, she calculated, they would be ships that would pass in the night.
"My name is Susan. Gabriel," she mused, "what an interesting name. Are you that angel Gabriel?"
"I'm no angel," he said sexily, "but I can do a lot of blowing."
"Well," she said, "you certainly aren't afraid to speak your mind are you?"
"Why no," he laughed, "I'm not. I always think it's best to put things right on the level. For example, I might as well ask you point blank if you would like to go home and go to bed with me."
"How dare you?" she said, "are you trying to make out that I'm some cheap slut?"
"Don't be absurd," he said quickly, "that type of thinking is real old fashioned. Look, baby," he explained, "you want some sex activity don't you?"
"Well now that you mention it yes."
"Well I can take care of you honey."
"Can you now?" she asked, "how do you know how sexy I am?"
"Oh I can tell by that look in your eyes," he said, "you look like you would be a great fuck."
"Is that supposed to be a compliment?" she demanded.
"I think it is," he said, "you would be surprised how good I am at it."
"Well I never," she said, "get me another drink."
"But you haven't finished your second drink," he reminded her.
"Well it won't be much longer and I will have finished it," she said, "you know I get really disgusted when you talk to me. I think you have so much nerve, that it really isn't funny."
"That's no way to talk to me," he said, "you came to this bar and you were looking at me. You were looking at me with sex in your mind."
"Well isn't that a nice way to put it," she said, "well baby let's quit playing games."
"I'll get your other drinks and you will be stoned out of your mind and you won't know what you're doing," he said, "then I'll take you to my place and ball you."
"All right," she said quietly, "I guess I could."
Gabriel motioned for the bartender so he could get his attention. He shook his head giving him the high sign letting him know that he didn't think she was able to have any more drinks.
"Where's that drink?" she demanded.
"You don't need any more," he said, "you have had enough."
"I never have had enough drinks," she said.
"That's what you think," he said. It was becoming more and more obvious to her that he was a very difficult man. She really didn't know whether she cared to go to bed with him or not. Yet there was something so appealing, something so sexy about him, that she knew she had to have him.
"Would you like to feel me?" he asked her.
"I really don't care to have anything to do with you," she said as she reached for her second drink and completed it. A moment or two later, he took her hand in his and placed it on his rock hard cock. The moment that she felt his huge male member, she began thinking of what fun it would be to slip it between her lips and do something for him.
"You see baby," he grinned, "I'm ready. I hope you've got a hot mouth because I'm a real pistol."
"All right," she said huskily.
He could tell from her glazed eyes that she was stoned out of her gourd. More than that, she was full of passion for him. And he vowed that he would get a good fuck from her.
"Oh baby," he said, "I want to really give it to you. And I know how to give it every which way."
She thought he was really building himself up. And she couldn't help wonder if he was half as good as he claimed that he would be.
She knew that she wouldn't have much longer to wait until she found out. As they were in a taxi now headed for his apartment.
"I hope you're not married," he said, "I don't like to get in the middle of triangles."
"Well you don't have to worry about me," she said quietly.
"You didn't answer my question," he reminded her, "are you married or aren't you?"
"Well I'm married, but I'm separated," she told him.
Once her status had been clarified it made Gabriel rest a little easier. "You know baby," he said, "you could get in trouble just picking anyone up at the bar. Even though I will never cause you any problem, I have to warn you that there are some men who are dangerous to pick up."
"Thank you for telling me," she said, "I would hate to get caught in a trap."
"I know what you mean," he said, "and I assure you baby you have nothing to fear from me."
Because he mentioned fear so much, she wondered if it was just a ruse. She wondered if in fact she didn't have quite a bit to fear from him.
Finally they arrived at his place. It was on the side of a mountain, and the taxi driver acted as though he hated driving up the steep mountain.
"Right there," he said, "that's my place."
He found his place, and she had to walk up what seemed to be a billion steps.
"What a lot of steps you've got here," she said quietly.
"Yea, stairway to heaven," he said, "now baby I've got a nice place with a good view. And you're-going to like it. I always enjoy having the beautiful lights twinkling before me every night."
She understood what he meant when they got into the apartment and he pulled the drapes back. There below her was a fabulous view of the city. The lights were glistening, against the blackness of the night.
"You know honey," he said, "I would like to do it on the floor. All I would have to do would be to throw a beach towel on the floor and we could do it right here. It seems more like a couple of animals in heat that way."
"Why do you have to downgrade sex?" she asked curiously, "I don't like being compared to a fucking animal, if you don't mind."
"Oh I didn't mean to downgrade it," he said quickly, "I really didn't."
"Well that's the way you make it sound honey," she said, "and I don't appreciate it I don't appreciate it at all."
It was easy now for her to see that he wao quite a stud. And she was determined to get all of the action out of him that she could.
"You know baby," he smiled, "you have such a gorgeous body I could screw you all over."
As he looked at her, he was eager to see her stripped.
"Let me put on some nice music baby," he said, "while you take your clothes off for me."
"You're real sure of yourself aren't you?" she smiled at him.
"Well sure baby," he grinned, "why shouldn't
I be?"
"All right," she said, "I'll take my clothes off. But I don't want you to do anything unless I agree to it. Do you understand?"
"Of course-I understand," he grinned.
At this point, the music was starting to play. She could hear its rhythmic sexy beat, And it was obvious to her that the music was something to get her stimulated and in the mood for sexual intercourse.
"How do you like those records?" he asked.
"Oh groovy," she said, "but it's quite obvious that they are the sexiest sounds that you could get."
"Of course they are baby," he said, "it takes the big beat to screw good."
Now she was undressing. She was eager for him, as he had unzipped his fly and was trying to entice her by stroking himself.
"Oh that's a nice looking one you've got there," she said, "how long is it?"
"It gets longer when it has a girl's mouth on it."
"Well I know what you want me to do," she said.
As she got down to her bra and panties he was looking even more intently than before.
"What a gorgeous set of knockers you have honey."
"Why thank you Gabriel," she smiled, "it's always nice to be appreciated. I'm sure it has nothing whatever to do with you wanting to ball me."
"Every compliment a woman gets has something to do with a man wanting to make her," he smiled.
Now, she was slowly teasing him by stretching the elastic waist band of her panties. Then she would pull it. As she would pull it he would become more and more intensely excited.
"Slip your hand down in there and take them off," he told her, "I'm dying to get a good look at you there."
Finally she eased her panties off. Now he was really turned on.
"Oh baby," he said, "what a gorgeous box. I sure like that nice fur trimmed triangle of yours. It's beautiful. Honey, let me do you first."
With his penis sticking out from his pants, he came over to her and dropped on his knees as if worshiping her body. This did please her enormously.
"Oh darling," she panted, "does that ever feel good."
The pleasure now was building. And she was enjoying it. Every hot second of it.
"Oh do it baby," she panted, "that s what I want. Oh-h-h yes. Stick your tongue in there lover, and do me."
He was licking away furiously. And she was enjoying it more every second.
"Eat me," she told him, "that's what I want honey. Lick me lover."
The hot tongue movements increased in pace. Every second he was becoming more and more intensely excited.
"Eat me," she begged him.
His face was buried in her muff. His tongue was stabbing in there. As his hot licking activity continued, she became more and more excited.
"Oh-h-h-h yes Gabriel," she urged him on, "that's what I love. Oh, ah, yes lover, yes. That's the way to do it. Now you're loving me. Oh, ah, yes, yes baby. Keep it going, keep it going!"
His hot hands grasped her naked behind. He obtained great pleasure from grasping her tightly and stabbing his tongue in there.
"Oh sweetheart," she panted, "do I ever love that. Oh yes. Keep that up. Faster, oh, ah, yes baby, yes. That's what I love."
The pleasure was building every second now. And she knew that it wouldn't be much longer until she would be there.
"Love me sweetheart," she urged him, "love me."
There wasn't a shadow of a doubt in her mind at this moment, but that she had a good fortune to experience a real talented lover. And it was this pleasure that was driving her out of her gourd.
"Oh Gabriel," she moaned, "keep that up. Keep that up darling. Keep doing me. Oh love me. Just like that lover."
Gabriel wasn't afraid to make love to her. He wanted above all else to tantalize, to tease her. Reaching up he groped for her breasts. However, the bra was there. Nervously, her fingers reached behind her to unfasten the hook. She unfastened her bra and let her breasts fall out to their freedom. Now he was really excited. Grasping her breasts with both hands, he continued playing with her.
"Oh, ah, yes, yes. That's what I love. Do it for me darling. Do it for me."
The delicious excitement that was surging through her body at this ecstatic moment, was eclipsing any previous sexual excitement that she had had with her son. She began wondering if she should run off to Miami with Gabriel instead of her son. At least she thought to herself, she wouldn't be getting in anywhere near as much trouble.
"Eat me," she begged, "yes darling, yes. Love me. That's what I want. Oh, ah, yes lover, yes."
The hot pleasure that she was experiencing now, as he did his thing really got to her. Suddenly she juiced. As she did so, his tongue quickly quivered around her clitoris. He didn't quit licking. Every second he let his tongue urge in there faster and faster.
"Oh yes darling. That's what I want. Oh, ah, yes darling, yes. That's what I love."
Suddenly, she juiced again. She was cuming in multiples. This really amazed her. Never before had she ever cum in multiple orgasms. Even her son and his marvelous tongue thrusting inside of her could never achieve such ecstasy.
"Oh, ah, yes baby, yes. That's what I need. That's what I want. Oh, ah, yes, yes. Keep that up. Keep that up."
The super excitement of the slippery hot tongue sliding inside her, sending chills up and down her spine.
By the time he finished and looked up at her, she was a limp rag. As he stood up she could see that his penis had lengthened. Apparently, the pleasure had done some wonderful things for him.
"Oh Gabriel," she smiled, "you are ready for it aren't you?"
Now she was hot for him. And she was determined that she would have him.
"I'll do you," she smiled at him, "I'll be happy to baby."
It didn't take Gabriel long to slip out of his pants. And then he presented her with his penis when he was completely naked. He was a very strong muscular man. She liked his strength. And she looked forward to slipping her mouth over his huge penis.
"Does it look good to you baby?" he smiled, "it sure is going to be fun for me."
"Yes honey," she assured him, "I can hardly wait to have you."
He didn't have to wait much longer either. For soon, she was ready to give herself to him.
"Oh wow!" he panted as he felt her hot mouth traveling over his rod. She slid her mouth back and forth in quick eager strokes. And he thrust in rapid drives.
"Oh yes baby," he panted, "that's what I want. Oh yes. Let me touch the back of your throat."
Now he forced his penis farther into her. As he felt it touching the back of her throat his cock quivered.
"Oh wow!" he panted, "that's too much baby."
He was shaking with passion and delight as he went to town.
"Do it baby," he gasped excitedly, "that's what I want. Oh, ah, yes lover, yes. Keep doing it. Faster, faster, let me get it in there farther."
The pleasure was building to a passionate pitch. He could hardly stand it.
"Oh ' he gasped excitedly, "that's too much. Oh yes baby, yes. That's what I love."
He loved it more every second. And so did she.
"Oh do me," he begged her, "just like that lover. Oh, ah, yes baby, yes. Love me."
The pleasure was building every minute. And she knew that it would not be much longer now until he started to juice. For some of the urn was starting to form on the slit.
"Oh, keep doing it. Just like that, lover. Just like that. Oh, ah, yes, yes. That's what I want!"
Suddenly, the huge shaft exploded in her mouth.
"Oh I'm cuming," he gasped eagerly, "I'm cuming. That's it baby. Lick it quick."
She was eager for him. She didn't want to miss a drop. And she kept busily at it every second.
"Oh do it baby," he begged, "yes. Don't stop now. Don't let anything make you stop now."
She loved being able to make him this happy. She loved the way that he did it to her. And the amount of juice that he shot into her mouth was the most she had ever received.
"Oh baby," he panted, "you sure are doing me just right."
She realized that at last she could become quite a sexual professional. Instead of being ashamed of what she was doing or could do, she was proud of her accomplishments.
"I love you honey," Gabriel panted, "I love the way you're doing this."
Even though she was still stoned, and heated with passion, she would not let the word love the way Gabriel used it blur her reasoning powers. She knew very well that what he meant was he loved her hot mouth sliding back and forth on his tremendous tool.
Do it for me," he urged, "lick it all off."
She determined that this was what she would exactly do. She decided that she wasn't going to leave any. She loved the taste of it.
"Oh honey," she panted excitedly, "I really love this. I love it more than you would ever understand!"
He looked at her now, and he realized that this woman was capable of making him more excited than almost any woman he had ever balled with.
"Who taught you to do men like that?" he smiled.
"My husband," she lied quickly. For she knew that if he knew that she was having sex with her own son, he would think very little of her indeed.
"Well isn't that cozy," he said, "you are just what every man wants. A whore in the bedroom, and a cook in the kitchen. Plus you dress nice. But I must admit, you drink a little too much."
"Well nobody is perfect," she laughed, "not even me. But I guess I did turn you on all right didn't I?"
"I guess you did baby," he said. She loved the way he twisted the compliment around so :t applied to her.
"You know baby," he said, "I'll get you something to drink. Maybe you would like something to eat? After all of that action, I think we need something or a good drink."
Naked, the two of them walked into the kitchen. He pulled out a couple of steaks and smiled at her.
"Now let's see what you can do with these?" he grinned.
"I can cook them of course," she told him.
It didn't take her long now to get to work-She got the frying pan and decided that she could do that. However, he told her, "I like my steaks broiled. Will you do that?"
It didn't take her long to get the broiler going. Using some tin foil she laid the steaks on it. A few moments later they were sizzling.
"How about some champagne?" he said, "that would be good, steaks and champagne and a little salad."
He brought out some lettuce, a tomato and some green pepper. Soon she had whipped up a nice salad. He brought out a couple of salad dressings, and then poured the chilled champagne. The steaks were ready and she served them.
"Ummmm doesn't that smell good ? " he said.
They enjoyed this meal and she loved the champagne. It made it seem like a real celebration.
"Oh you're a good cook," he said, "you can do everything. You can blow me, you can cook for me, and you can drink with me. You know if you're considering a divorce you ought to put me on the waiting list."
"Oh what a nice idea," she smiled, "I will put you down. But I do have a person ahead of you."
She was thinking of her own son Jimmy. "Of all things," Gabriel asked her, "who is it."
"Oh you would never believe me if I told you."
"Is it someone real famous?" he grinned.
"No not famous," she said, "just someone who is very close to me and has been for a long, long time."
"I'll bet it's your childhood sweetheart," he said, "is that it?"
"No it's not my childhood sweetheart," she laughed nervously.
She didn't like him prying. It got to her that he was asking so many questions.
"Now why don't you tell me?" he insisted.
"Because," she told him frankly, "it's none of your business. I haven't asked you a thing about yourself have I?"
"No," he said, "come to think of it you haven't."
"And I don't intend to," she said, "can't we be like those ships that pass in the night?"
"What a dramatic way to put it," he said, "just like a romantic woman. But so completely unrealistic."
"Well," she admitted, "I guess I'm not the greatest realist in the world. I always look at things through my dreams. I have to live in my dreams a little bit."
"Well we all do now and then," he agreed.
He knew that from the way that she was speaking, she was thinking about her other love. This bothered him to no end.
"I wish you would tell me who it is," he said, his curiosity aroused.
"No," she said, "I won't. Do you have any cigarettes? I sure could use a smoke."
"Grass or regular?"
"Oh do you smoke grass?" she asked curiously.
"Well sure, doesn't everybody?"
"Well not quite everybody yet," she said, "there are a few of us around who recognize the danger."
"Is that right," he laughed, "you know you make me laugh."
"Well I'm glad I'm good for something anyway," she said, "but that isn't giving me a cigarette is it?"
"Okay," he said, "I'll get you some cigarettes. And then I hope you're satisfied."
"Don't be abrupt with me," she said, "that's one reason I'm leaving my husband. I don't care to go from the frying pan into the fire. If you know what I mean."
Gabriel smiled as he went to get the cigarettes. He came back and handed her a couple. One was grass, the other was filter tipped.
"Thank you, but no," she said as she took the regular cigarette and began smoking.
"You know I like to see your lips on that cigarette," he smiled, "it's real sexy. I can almost see it wrapped around my pecker."
"Well that's nice I provide you with a sexual excitement while I smoke," she said, "imagine if I was a whore and was smoking. While we were talking price, you could get your kicks."
"Well put baby," he told her.
"I'll bet you never could guess what my hang up is," he grinned, "it's real weirdo.'
"Aren't they all?" she asked him.
"Well maybe," he smiled, "I guess they are all a little far out."
"Go ahead and tell me," she said, "I won't rest till I know now that you've got my curiosity up."
"Well I'm a voyeur."
"A voyeur?" she said, "what in hell is that?"
"A voyeur sweetheart," he explained, "is a man who gets a charge out of watching others have sex."
"Well that's second handed sex if you ask me," she told him frankly.
"Oh no it isn't," he said, "it's a wild way to make it. You'd better believe it baby."
The more he talked about it. the more curious she became.
"Well exactly how do you get these satisfactions?"
"It isn't easy," he said, "sometimes I find a guy who-likes to ball another dame while I watch. And other times, I have it fixed so that I share another woman. And when the other guy is making it I get my charge."
"It sounds a little perverted to me," she objected, "I really don't think I would care for that type of sex at all."
"I guess it is a little warped, he admitted.
"More than a little," she said, "it's funny how you men always like to down play your deviations. It's frightfully sick. And I wouldn't have any part of it."
"Oh baby," he said, "do you think that everything relates to you?"
"Well I'm not taking any chances," she said, "why should I?"
The more they talked together the more he realized that she was a real foxy chick. And the more excited and stimulated he became about having more to do with her.
"What would you like to do next?" she smiled.
"What do you think?"
"I'm afraid to think about it," she replied.
"Well baby," he said, "don't be too afraid. Because I don't believe in hurting dames. I'm not that type of man."
"I know what the name for that is."
"Name for what?"
CHAPTER FIVE
Finally, he was able to get some idea of what she was talking about.
"That type of a man is a sadist," she said.
"That's right," he said, "a man who takes pleasure in another woman's pain, is indeed a sadist. And that isn't my bag at all. But like I told you I like to do it while others watch. But I have figured out a system, that will give me my kicks and at the same time not be too offensive to you honey."
"I'm dying of curiosity. Please tell me."
"All right baby I will," he agreed.
Now that she was able to get her curiosity satisfied he explained it to her.
"I like to project movies of people fucking. I like to have the projector at the foot of the bed. And then I watch. I really get a big charge out of seeing them fucking every which way. It sort of makes me think I'm getting two or three fucks at the same time."
"Wouldn't you say that you are a sexual glutton?" she asked curiously.
"Well maybe I am," he admitted, "I'll be honest."
"Well I'm glad you will try to be honest," she said, "as honesty about sexual matters is a rare commodity."
"I know it is," he said, "people get real uptight every time they think of sex. And it's disgusting."
The more she thought about motion pictures playing while he was balling her, the more she liked the idea.
"You know that would be kind of fun," she admitted, "why don't we try it?"
"Okay," he agreed, "I think it would be fun too."
At this point, he proceeded to the bedroom. She followed. She loved being behind him. He had such a beautiful walk, that it excited her just to see him in motion with no clothes on. When he got into the bedroom, he went directly to the closet. Then reaching up to one corner of the closet, he brought out a projector and a screen.
"Now baby," he smiled, "we're just going to show a few movies. And we're going to have a lot of fun. You'd better believe it."
He set the projector up and started the movies playing and as the pictures played, he got some idea of what he was going to get.
"This is going to be a lot of fun," he smiled, "we are going to really show some screwing."
Sure enough, as he pulled back the bedspread and hopped on the bed and she joined him, the films did stimulate her. She could almost feel her vagina moisten as she watched. It was a big black guy, and he had for himself a gorgeous woman. As the picture opened, all you could see was the woman. She was sitting on a kitchen counter. The top shot did not show any nudity for the camera never went any farther than her neck. Then it went a little farther, and the woman was wearing a tight fitting sweater over her full round bosoms. Next, the camera revealed a gorgeous box. And a hot tongue was sliding in and out. As the black man's pink tongue slid in and out the woman was running her hands through his hair. And that really got to Gabriel.
"What do you think of that movie?" he smiled, "isn't that a put on?"
"It sure is," she agreed, "he's really enjoying her isn't he?"
"He sure is," he said, "getting a nice warm meal down there."
"Good for him," she said, "I like to see a guy get his rocks off."
"It is a beautiful sight," he agreed, "there's something about sex, that is really too much."
The hot tongue continued stabbing up there until the juice began trickling down her inner thigh.
"Look at him go for it," Gabriel said, "see him. Oh he loves it. He's lapping it up."
"And she isn't feeling any pain either," Susan smiled.
All the time that this was going on his hands were wandering over her body.
"Oh baby," he said, "I want to fuck you all over. I want to even fuck your arm pits."
"Armpits?" she said, "I never heard of such a thing."
"Well you have now honey," he said,-when that guy jumps on that beautiful broad, I want to give it to you like you have never had it before."
"All right lover," she agreed, "but let me get the sight of that. I think it should be quite beautiful to see him give it to her."
"Don't think it isn't," he said, "he's like a slick black fucking stud. And when he gets into her, with that giant sized black tool of his, he really goes to town and hammers it home."
"I'll bet he does," she agreed.
At this point, they were more and more excited.
"Oh look at that tiger go," he said as she stroked his penis for him.
She saw it starting to juice as the pleasure surfaced in his body.
"Oh he is really fucking her now," he said, "look at him go to town. Oh he loves it. Can't you just see how much he enjoys that?"
It was perfectly obvious to her that the man did indeed enjoy it. Enjoy it enormously.
"Yes I can see that," she said, "he is really having a wild time of it."
The hot tool was thrusting in there. Faster and faster the cock slid in there.
"Give it to her," he panted, "give her a good fuck."
The pleasure was building rapidly now. Every moment was more exciting than the last.
Fuck it off," he gasped excitedly, "fuck off baby. Fuck off."
At this point, he thought he would go out of his mind.
"Fuck that beautiful broad." he panted, "fuck her!"
At this point, he was ready to hop on her and slide it into her vagina and give her a fucking just like the black man was balling the white woman.
"Get on me baby," she said, "ride me."
Now she was ready as she spread her legs for him. He straddled her, and she reached for his tool and guided it into her.
"Fuck it!" he told her, "fuck baby, fuck!"
The hard, driving tool rammed in there. And he loved it. Every second he got more excited.
"Screw it!" he panted, "oh yes baby, screw it. Oh do it. That's the way to fuck. Fuck baby, fuck!"
The pleasure wouldn't end. Every second was more intensely exciting.
"Oh do it," he said, "give it to me!"
Her vagina muscles gripped his sliding tool. The pleasure that she was deriving from this wild frenzied fucking, was causing her to lubricate well.
"Oh, ah, yes baby, yes. That's the way I like it!"
The sensations were flooding her now, and they were really beautiful.
"Grab my ass," he said, "do it just like that girl was doing it for him."
Susan looked at the screen. Sure enough, as the big black guy was thrusting his huge black tool into the white woman's vagina, she was reaching for his back. She was letting her hands slide down the smooth surface of his shiny black back, and gripping his black ass cheeks. She was massaging his ass, kneading him. Then she would part his ass cheeks and let her hand slide down between the crack.
"Oh," he gasped excitedly, "that's what I want, lover. Oh, yes, just like that!"
The passionate pleasure wouldn't stop.
"Screw it!" he gasped, "screw it baby, screw it!"
Now he could hardly stand it. Every thrust was more delightful than the last.
"Oh, ah, yes baby, yes baby. Keep that going!"
The pleasure that he was deriving now, was surpassing anything he had ever had before.
"Oh fuck me," he panted, "fuck me. Feel my ass."
Her hands went on clutching at his ass. She could tell he derived a lot of pleasure and delight from that. And she wanted to make him happy. She wanted him to enjoy it. Every wonderful second of it.
"Oh," he gasped excitedly, "fuck baby, fuck!"
The furious pitched fucking increased in pace and tempo.
"Oh baby," he panted, "I love that. Oh, ah, yes baby, yes. That's the way I want to do it. Oh-h-h-h, ah-h-h, yes yes, fuck baby, fuck!"
The hard driving tool was really giving her delight. He was reaching in farther than anyone had before.
"Give it to me," she begged, "give me that dick!"
The pure passion that was streaming through her now as the huge sliding penis rammed in there, was almost more than she could bear.
"Oh yes, honey," she panted, "that's what I want. Love me."
Gabriel was indeed loving her.
"Oh baby," he panted, "you sure know how to give a man a good fuck. I've got to hand it to you honey. That's it honey use the fingers. Reach down there and massage my prostate while you give my cock a wild work out in your pussy."
She reached for his prostate. She massaged him there. And she felt him quivering as the thrills raced up and down his tingling spine.
"Oh honey," she panted, "you don't know how good this feels to me. I love having sex with you."
Indeed she did. Every second was more stimulating, more delightful, more pleasing than the last. Finally she was crying out for more.
"Fuck me," she cried passionately, "fuck me baby, fuck me. Oh, ah, yes, yes. That's what I like. Fuck me darling, fuck me."
The pleasures wouldn't end. Every second was more intensely exciting than the last.
"Oh darling," he gasped excitedly, "that's what I've wanted. I've wanted to get balled. Balled by you."
At last, he juiced. As the hot juice sprayed-'her, she gripped it tighter in her vagina and massaged the juice out of him.
"Oh keep drilling it in there baby," she begged, "that's what I want. Oh yes. That's what I love."
He was enjoying it and so was she. This was a passionate time for both of them. There were no holds barred now.
"Oh honey," he gasped eagerly, "if you had any idea how much pleasure I get from this, you would ball me forever."
The super sensations that were flooding through her as he finished it off, reached her now.
"Oh honey," he smiled at her, "you're too much."
Rapidly, he was discovering that the only way that he could ever enjoy her was just to do everything to her. And as soon as he pulled his penis out of her vagina, he decided he would go back to the arm pit fucking, that he had suggested.
"Now baby," he told her, "I'm going to give your armpits a wild fucking, work out."
"I have no idea how anybody fucks armpits," she said as she heard the film flapping after it had finished.
"Well wait just a minute baby," he told her, "I have to finish taking care of this reel.
He went back to the film, and removed it from the projector.
"Now baby," he said, "I can concentrate on what I'm doing."
He did indeed concentrate on what he was doing.
"Sweetheart" he smiled at her, "I'll tell you how you make it. It's just like this. You keep your armpit moving. And I jab it in there, you keep swinging your armpit back and forth. You really are going to love it."
She moved her armpits back and forth as the penis jabbed.
"Oh yes," he gasped excitedly, "that is beautiful. Keep doing it lover, keep doing it."
The pleasure was sustained. Every second he was getting more fun out of it.
"Fuck me," she asked him, "fuck me baby. Fuck me."
Furiously, he fucked her armpit. And she was learning how to move it back and forth so that she could create the most delightful sensations imaginable.
"Oh honey," she panted, "that's what I dig, baby. Oh, ah, yes baby, yes. That's what I want."
Now, he was out of his mind with passionate delight. He knew that it wasn't going to be much longer until he finished.
"Oh do it. Fuck me," he told her, "fuck me."
She decided that she might as well use her hands. If she would reach out with her hands and massage his balls, while he was drilling her armpit, perhaps she concluded, she could give him more exciting sensations. And so she effectively used her hands on his testicles. The pleasure increased. He was enjoying it more every second.
"Oh honey," he panted, "that's what I really like. Oh, that's what I like."
Faster and faster now, he moved back and forth.
"Fuck it," he gasped excitedly, "fuck baby, fuck."
The super sensations that were flashing through him, really got to him.
"Oh baby," he gasped, "you don't know how groovy that feels to me."
The sensations that were surging through him as he felt himself beginning to juice again, told him that she indeed was a super fuck. And he was really happy that he had given it to her.
"How do you like that honey?" he smiled at her.
"I like that fine," she said, "that is what I call fucking."
Her armpit was full of juice. But it didn't matter. If he had enjoyed it, that was all that mattered. And enjoy it he had.
"Darling," she said, "do you have a sex book that you go by. Is that where you get all of your ideas?"
"Sex book?" he laughed, "I don't need anything like that baby," he assured her, "all I need is my own instincts. Mother nature helps me there."
"Well let's thank Mother nature," she said, "because this was about the wildest ride I ever had."
Now, it was obvious to her that he was a real wild stud. And she was really delighted that she had met up with someone like Gabriel. Perhaps, she reasoned, she could get away from the idea of having sex with her son. Perhaps Gabriel could take care of her. That would be wonderful she thought.
"Gabriel," she said, "if we could do this on a regular basis, wouldn't that he great?"
A frown formed on Gabriel's face. His forehead creased. She could sense the displeasure instantly.
"What's wrong darling?" she asked.
"Well baby," he admitted, "that wasn't exactly the kind of sex I had in mind. I was thinking more or less in terms of a one night stand fuck, if you know what I mean?"
"I do indeed know what you mean, Gabriel," she said, "you are one of those men who-likes to make it with different women. One woman's gorgeous box could never satisfy you. You have to have as many as you can get."
"Now baby don't get jealous," he said, "you did have me, that's the important thing."
"Is it?" she asked, "I don't know whether it is or not. Maybe, it would be better never to have had you, than to know how fabulous you are and know that I will probably never have you again."
"Well, there are two ways to look at it," he said.
She looked at him and shook her head.
"And would you tell me the other way to look at it," she said, "I can only think of one way. And that is disgust."
"Oh honey," he said, "I haven't meant to be disgusting to you."
"Well that's just it baby," she explained, "you were so fabulous at fucking me, that it is disgusting to think of giving you up."
"That's a beautiful way to put it. And I know you really mean it. That's the most beautiful part of all baby."
She was happy that he had a sense of humor. For it helped ease the torment that she was feeling now.
"Baby," he said, "I could still give you another go at it."
"Go right ahead honey," she said, "if you want to give me another fuck, do it."
She wondered what he would want this time.
"I'll tell you honey," he said, "there are other things that a man-likes to do to a woman. Just for experimentation. How would it be if I just rest my beautiful dick on your ass. I don't mean that I want to screw your ass. I just want to rest my cock on your buttocks. I want to see how that would feel."
She was getting some idea about it, and it intrigued her.
"All right honey," she said, "as long as you rest it and you don't try to slide it up the you know what."
"You don't have to worry about me honey," he assured her, "I would never do that."
She was happy that he didn't want to do it the other way. As once her husband had tried that and it hurt like the devil. As she rolled over, he caught sight of her beautiful behind. He massaged her ass cheeks a moment or two, and then straddling her, gently rested his penis on her left buttock.
"You see honey," he said, "it's like a soft pillow for my penis. Feels mighty good."
"Well I'm glad you're enjoying it darling," she smiled, "it doesn't hurt me either. As a matter-of-fact, it feels rather good."
He was having a ball doing his thing. And she was enjoying it enormously.
"Oh yes," he gasped excitedly, "that's fantastic. Oh yes baby, I love that."
He moved from her left buttock to her right. And then she rolled her ass cheeks hack and forth.
"That helps honey," he assured her, "when you do your thing don't think that doesn't add something."
As she kept her ass cheeks rolling, the pleasure became greater.
"Keep that up," he begged her, "keep doing that. Yes, honey-I want that."
Faster and faster now he was pressing. And she was wiggling faster.
"Oh baby," he said, "what a nice pillow."
She thought of how much her son enjoyed making it with her when he rubbed his penis across her breasts. She knew that would be a very soft pillow for his penis. Also, she knew she would enjoy the feel of the hard tool sliding across her there.
"How would you like to rub your cock over my breasts?"
"I would love that," he grinned.
At this point, he took his penis as she turned over and placed it on her breasts. He brushed it back and forth across each breast and then he settled on her right breast.
"Oh baby," he said, "it really makes my balls tingle."
"Jimmy just loves this," she blurted.
"Oh so that's your lover. Jimmy."
Instantly, she saw her son Jimmy's face. And the guilt that went through her at this point was too much.
"Forget what I said," she said nervously, "forget it."
"How the hell would I know who Jimmy was," he laughed, "you don't have to worry about me baby. Your secret is safe."
"Well I'm glad," she said nervously, "real glad."
Indeed she was glad. For the last thing that she wanted was to have anyone know that she would stoop to doing something like that.
"Oh baby," he said, "I'm going to shoot right on these breasts. I can't help it. I'm getting too turned on."
Now, he was really excited.
"Oh baby," he panted, "this is too much. Oh, ah, yes darling yes. I just love it."
The pleasure was building every second. And she was getting more and more stimulated every moment.
"Oh honey," she said, "reach down and feel me there. I get stimulated enormously when you are doing your thing this way."
He smiled at her.
"You're quite a perverse chick yourself, you know that don't you?"
"Am I?" she asked innocently.
"You better believe it baby," he grinned, "you're a real wicked wild, wonderful woman."
Gabriel went on pushing his penis on her breasts. And every second that he did so, he became more and more intensely excited.
"Oh baby," he panted, "you are too much."
-He didn't want to stop now. He was enjoying himself far too much.
"I'll be just a moment more here honey," he smiled at her.
"I know what that means," she grinned.
"And you're so right lover," he assured her.
Every second now, she was enjoying him more. And as this sudden hot juice spurted all over her right breast, she laughed. As she threw her head back on the pillow, he caught sight of her beautiful teeth, her flushed cheeks and her lovely hair. And he was more and more excited than ever. He pressed down a little too hard for comfort.
"Not so hard honey," she told him, "it hurts when you press that hard."
"Sorry sweetheart," he told her, "I didn't mean to hurt you lover."
There was no doubt about it, they were a real good team for sex. She loved the feel of his hot juices on her.
"Let me lick off the remaining juice," she smiled.
He laughed as he brought his penis to her lips. He liked her asking for every bit of it. It fed his male ego.
"Oh yes sweetheart," he smiled as he saw her mouth slip over the meaty head.
"Oh I love this," he said, "I love it baby. You have no idea just how much."
The pleasure that was building in his body now, was really more than he could stand.
"Oh sweetheart," he said, "you don't know how much I love this."
She had a pretty good idea though, as his entire body was vibrating. And this was thf way she liked to see him. Stimulated, excited and turned on.
"Oh honey," she told him, "you are a real super fuck."
He lay beside her, as she finished licking off his penis. And wrapping an arm around her he asked her, "what were you like as a little girl? Were you always a fucking nympho?"
"What a nerve you've got," she said angrily, "how dare you speak to me that way."
"Well it is the truth darling isn't it?"
"Well it may be the truth," she admitted, "but what's that got to do with it?"
It was obvious to her, that he enjoyed quizzing her, riddling her, and generally making her feel embarrassed. She didn't appreciate it one bit.
"Look sweetheart," he said, "you are really getting me disgusted."
She wondered how a psychiatrist would look at this. But she didn't care to think about it further, she knew that if she went the route of the head shrinker, he would probably want her committed. And that was the last thing she wanted. Even though, she thought it might be a good thing for her.
"You know honey," he said, "I would recommend you go to a psychiatrist."
"What do you mean?" she spit furiously, hoping that he hadn't through ESP or some other means found the root of her dilemma.
"Something has you uptight," he said, "now I don't know what it is. But there is something that is bothering you. And until you get rid of that, whatever it is, you won't be any good to anybody."
"Does it show that much?" she asked curiously.
"I'm afraid it does doll," he said, "and it's too bad. Because otherwise you're a nice dame. And I like you."
"Well thank you," she said, "I appreciate the fact that you can say something good about me. You're not such a bad sort yourself."
"But you don't know what I do for a living," he said, "you have no idea."
"Let me guess," she said, "doctor? Are you a doctor?"
"Guess again," he said, "some of the people I get involved with could use a doctor."
"Lawyer, are you a lawyer?"
"I'm not a lawyer, honey," he said, "but that's an interesting profession too."
"Do you own a business?" she asked him.
"No I don't own a business," he said, "but it's something on that order."
"Oh I could never guess. I'm no good at playing games like that. Please tell me lover."
"All right," he said, "I will tell you. I'm a trigger man."
"A trigger man?" she gasped, "you mean you are a murderer?"
"Now knock it off," he said, "I just do it as a business. When somebody wants to get somebody wiped out."
"I've read about such things, and I've heard about such things, but I never thought in my lifetime I would met a man whose profession was murder."
"Don't get shook up baby," he said, "there's no reason to. There are a lot of people who get involved in seamy professions. So don't get uptight."
"All right," she said, "I will try to control myself. However, honey, I happen to know you could be telling me a lie."
"Well I'm not lying honey," he said, "and I'll tell you who gets most of my business."
"Who gets most of your business?" she demanded, eager to know exactly what his business was like.
"I'll tell you honey," he said, "I hire out to a lot of men who are getting rid of their wives."
"Getting rid of their wives?" she asked curiously, "why?"
"For a very good reason," he explained, "the reason is simply this baby. You see, they want to get rid of headaches and their wives cause them an awful lot of grief."
"What kind of grief?" she nailed him, as she was determined she was going to find out precisely what he was talking about.
"Well, there are women who don't like it when their husbands play around. And so, not realizing that men are made different and have a natural right to play around with more than one woman, they want to divorce them and take all of their money. To protect themselves, they have to kill their wives."
"You've got to be out of your mind," she said, "that's awful talk."
"It's not talk," he explained, "it's for real baby."
"Well I'm afraid I would," she said, "it makes my body cringe just thinking of it."
"Well lover," he said, "I'm sure your husband would never want to kill you."
She gulped and then looked at him nervously.
"Well don't be so sure," she said, "If a guy named Kelvin ever calls, hang up. That's my husband. And I'm just contemplating divorcing him. I have found a new lover."
"I hope you're not divorcing him because of me," he said, "I'm no good at playing lover for long. I'm more of the one night stand and hustler sex man."
"Oh no, honey," she said, "I would never expect you to be serious Gabriel. You're just a stud who-likes to play around. You like to try every woman out."
"You understand me," he said, "but do you hate me now that you know what I do for my living?"
She had to think about that a long moment. She didn't know how to answer. The last thing she wanted to do was get him angry. If he got angry enough, he might decide to employ his devices on her.
"Well everybody sees everything differently," she said, "and I'm sure that you justify what you do. And, I'm equally confident, from your viewpoint you are right in doing what you're doing. So who am I to judge you?"
He smiled as he saw how tactfully she had skirted her honest to god opinion, "You're a clever woman," he smiled, "and that was a very good answer."
"Well I thought it was when I made it up," she giggled.
"What do you really think?" he said nervously-
"Don't press me."
To let her know that he really was what he said he was, he got off the bed naked and went over to the dresser and opened the drawer. He pulled out a small stubbed nose gun.
"Tell me the truth," he said.
"Oh I think it's just groovy," she said as she scratched her shoulder nervously, "yes I think killers are just groovy. They are the most exciting fucks. You know what I mean."
"I know what you mean," he said, "you're scared as hell of me. That's the truth isn't it?"
"Well why shouldn't I be?" she angrily said, "with that gun pointed on me, and all that you said about yourself, why the hell shouldn't I be scared?"
He was smiling now, it was always delicious excitement for him when he got a woman upset.
"I like to see you cringe baby."
"I can see that," she said, "but baby you really are too much. Why don't you go to hell in a bread basket."
"If anybody is going to hell in a bread basket it's going to be you, not me," he said.
"All right forget what I said," she said, "all you can do is kill me. But for your information, I have a husband and a son who dearly love me. And they would look for me."
"Yea," he said, "you let the cat out of the bag. Your husband is playing around. He doesn't give a damn about you. He would probably be relieved. And if he went to the morgue to get you, he would be happy."
"Oh you have a lovely mind. I like the way it reasons. Such lovely thoughts flashing through your mind. You must have read the best seller, The Power of Negative Thinking."
"Oh honey," he smiled, "I read The Power of Positive Thinking. But I applied all of the positive rules to the wrong things."
He threw his head back and laughed as he started to press his finger to the gun.
"Stop it," she said, "stop playing with that gun."
"You like it better when I play with this gun?" he smiled as he reached down and fingered his testicles, and his penis.
"Come over here lover," she said, "let's have some more fucking action. Forget that gun action. I'm not a gun freak. You may be a trigger man, when you have that Saturday night special in your hand honey. But baby, please put it away."
He didn't want to put it away. He liked to tease her. He came over to the bed and sat beside her with the gun still in his hand. She grabbed for it. He pushed her away.
"You shouldn't have done that honey," he said, "that means you don't trust me."
"That's the general idea lover," she said, "I don't trust you as far as I can spit."
"Well, I'm glad you don't use foul words anyway," he grinned, "I like a lady. And a lady doesn't swear or use bad words."
"I'm a lady all right," she said, "and a very frightened one."
"You have no reason to be," he said, "I never kill for the fun of it. Always for the profit in it."
"Well I hope there's nothing hanging ovei my head," she said, "now put that gun down Gabriel."
He didn't want to put the gun down. He was having too much fun teasing and taunting her.
"You're a doll baby," she said, "now just put the gun down and you would be a good honey lover."
"I've got an idea," he said, "and I want you to do this for me."
"What do you want?" she asked, "I'll do it. Anything."
"Because you love me honey, isn't that right?"
"I can't think of any other reason," she said, "can you?"
"Why no honey, with a gun waving in front of your nose why how could there be any other reason?"
He laughed. It was a menacing laugh that she didn't enjoy.
"You said you weren't a sadist."
"Do you believe everything you hear?" he smirked.
"Well it's obvious with you I can't," she said, "now don't be difficult."
She was getting more uptight by the moment.
"Oh honey," she said, "I could give you such a good time. But when I'm scared as all get outs I can't do a thing."
"But my rocks get excited when I see you so nervous."
"That's tough," she said, "you're really tough."
"The people that I kill always say that just before I kill them. They beg for mercy. They tell me they will give me anything that I want. Because of course nothing means anything when it's a matter of life and death. Does it?"
The way he asked that question made her fearful that he was indeed taunting her and possibly would kill her. She didn't know what to think at this point in time. But she was playing it cool all the way.
"Gabriel honey," she smiled, "I really wish you would relax. You look rather tense and t nervous."
"No, my love, you are the one who looks nervous and tense. And with good reason. If you knew how many people I had killed in my lifetime, you would be a little nervous. You would have very good reason to be nervous.
"I believe," she said coolly, "now lover put the gun down."
She decided that she could lure him with her finger toying on his gun. Reaching out she touched the gun as if it were his penis, to try to stimulate and excite his sexual responses.
"You should never toy with a man's gun," he laughed.
"But it's such a beautiful gun," she told him, "I am tempted to toy with it."
"Little girls might get a big surprise if they toy with me when I have a gun," he said.
She was afraid, and he knew it. And he was deriving his kicks from watching her cringe.
CHAPTER SIX
It was really bugging her to have him act like this.
"Look baby," she said, "I don't think it's funny for you to have that pistol."
Suddenly he was looking at her vagina as if he would enjoy sticking the nose of it up there.
"Whatever you do," she said, "don't you dare put that near my you know what."
A slow smile crept across his lips.
"Now would I do a thing like that?" he demanded.
"You very well might," she said pistoly, "and I don't want you to."
"Yes," he grinned, "I very well might. You're quite a cagey gal."
"I wasn't born yesterday," she said, "now if you would just leave me alone I would really be happy."
There was no doubt about it, he was deriving enormous delight and satisfaction from torturing her in this manner.
"Sweetheart," he said, "I want to tell you a thing or two. I really don't dig being treated like this. Not at all."
"What do you mean?" She demanded, "I've been very good to you. I've really been good to you."
"I want you to lick the butt of this pistol." She glared at him.
"All right," she said, "if that's what you want, I'll do it."
He put the pistol next to her mouth, and she let her pink tongue strike out.
"Pretend it's my penis."
"You certainly are demented," she said under her breath.
Anger came to his face.
"Apologize for what you just said," he insisted.
"Oh I'm sorry," she said in mock seriousness.
"I don't like your attitude," he complained, "I really don't."
"Well I dislike a lot more than just your attitude," she assured him, "I can't stand you. Do you dig me?"
"I dig you," he said, "I dig you all too well."
The point had been made. And there was no doubt in her mind about what he was trying to say.
"Honey," he told her, "you just take it easy. Understand?"
"Yes I understand," she said.
Now she was eager for action. And he wasn't.
"You know honey," he smiled at her, "I've got an idea that we could have a lot of fun. That is if we could be more cooperative with each other."
She was licking farther down the pistol and it got him excited.
"There's another thing I like a lot," he said, "I like to have a woman who will lick my feet."
Nervously, she went down to his feet. "I like to be standing before a mirror and watching."
She pulled away from his feet on the bed. Then he got on his feet and walked over to a sliding glass door which was also a mirror.
"Here honey," he said, "lick."
With a pistol trained on her, he watched her lick his feet. He derived a great amount of erotic pleasure aiming the pistol at her direction, and having her lick.
"Oh yes honey," he smiled, "that's it Oh I love that"
Wheels were moving in her head, all the time she was doing her licking. She thought to herself that if she could just get her hands for one minute on that pistol, she would really show him what a pistol she was. This kept going through her mind over and over, and then as she got so furious at the thought of licking his foot, when he suggested she lick between the toes, she jumped up. As she did so, she grabbed for the gun. And then training it on him she said, "now we'll find out who is boss?"
"Baby," he said, "can't you take a gag? That wasn't loaded."
She turned her attention now to the pistol. As she pressed the small lever, and aimed it away from him to test, she discovered indeed it was empty. A look of rage tore across her face as she realized he had outfoxed her.
"Now if you want to play with a loaded gun," he said, "I have one of those. But I thought we were just having some sex fun. That was my idea of it anyway."
She looked at him and said typically, "I want to clear out of here. I've had enough of this crap."
"Now is that a nice way to talk to me?" he laughed.
"I'm not through with you yet sweetheart," he smiled at her, "I think you need a little more experience. You know honey you aren't working that bar just tonight. I'm sure you have worked bars before, haven't you?"
"Well what do you think I am?" she said, "some cheap bar fly?"
"Of course sweetheart," he said, "and you're getting down on your luck. Look how many drinks you insisted upon having."
"Look," she said, "I don't appreciate you acting that way one bit. You understand?"
Now he said he would like to have some more fun.
"I would like to use my belt on your back side."
"I don't consider that a way to make it."
"Well I do," he insisted, "now stretch out. Let me have some fun."
She looked at him, hoping she could stare him down. But she soon discovered that she couldn't. Going over to the bed she stretched out on her stomach. As she lay there with her buttocks exposed, he came down hard with the belt. And then as he lashed across her ass, she howled in pain.
"Oh you're hurting me," she said, "I can't stand it."
"Sorry about that honey," he said, "I really am.
Now he was going to town. With rapid fire movements, he went to work giving her a stinging sensation across her ass.
"I hope you're having fun," she said.
"I am, don't worry about that."
She turned to see his expression. Sure enough, he had a gloating and happy expression as he was cutting across her ass cheeks with the belt.
"Stop it dammit," she finally told him, "stop it, you're hurting me."
"That's the general idea," he said, "and it makes me feel real good. You see I'm rising?"
She noticed it indeed he was rising. And it bothered her to no end.
"Look, stop it."
He wasn't going to stop. And she knew it. Now his hand was squeezing his huge cock.
"Now sweetheart," he said, "I want you to do some licking."
He stopped for a moment, and then as he forced her to turn over he boarded her breasts. Letting his buttocks press down on her, breasts he brought his penis even with her mouth.
"Just open it dear," he smiled, "that's what I want. Go ahead, open your mouth."
Easing himself into her, he gripped her head and guided it over it.
"Oh yes," he panted excitedly, "that's real nice. Real nice!"
He was enjoying it now. And even though she couldn't stand him, he loved it. He loved it because he was forcing her to do something she didn't want to. Forcing her to accept his most intimate parts. And, riding his balls on her chin, he let his huge rod slip back and forth. He would pull it way out, and then slide it in. As she saw it pulling out, and glanced at its saliva slickened surface, she found herself admiring him. He was indeed a very handsome man, even though he was a very disgusting one. And as his giant sized shaft pushed in and pulled out, she enjoyed him all the more.
"Hold your hands on my ass-cheeks baby," he insisted, "that's what I like. Oh yes baby. Now you're doing it the way I like it. That's it honey. Keep it up."
She kept her hands back there, and massaged him. He was becoming more excited every second.
"Keep that up honey," he begged, "Oh yes. That's the way I like it. Do it baby. Do it."
Faster and faster the hot hands massaged his ass cheeks while the mouth took care of the penis.
"I really like to pump it to you honey," he grinned, "feels good. Tremendous."
She was happy that he was enjoying it so much. Now the two of them were going to town.
"Oh take it all," he told her, "yes baby, yes. That's what I want. Oh yes. Keep that going."
Now he was flipping out of his mind with pleasure and delight.
"Oh yes," he panted, "that's what I like. Oh yes sweetheart."
The aroma of his loins got to her. He was sweating now. And she liked the feel of his hairy balls as they bobbed up and down on her chin as his huge penis thrust in and out of her mouth. She fastened her lips to the shaft, and he told her that was good.
"I like it when you do that. Yes baby that's good. Hold tight!"
She held tight all right, and he went on pumping away.
"Oh yes," he said as he felt himself touching the back of her throat with his penis head.
"Oh, ah, yes, yes, now, now-it won't be much longer baby, oh, yes, yes!"
Suddenly the hot juice exploded in her mouth. She got some thick creamy cum and loved it. Devouring him, she felt it hurtling down her throat. And then he slowly eased his penis out of her mouth.
"Oh sweetheart," he panted, "did I ever enjoy that! Yes, baby yes. That was fun."
There was no doubt about it, they had enjoyed each other. And they had enjoyed each other immensely.
"Oh sweetheart," he told her, "you have no idea how good that is to me. I really loved it."
He withdrew from her, and just stood there for a moment.
"I like that."
She loved it as he was right over her breasts with his buttocks. Slowly he went up and down and she enjoyed the sensation of his buttocks colliding with her breasts.
"Doesn't that feel good?" he asked her, "it sure does to me."
Then he got off the bed and moved away. Her eyes wandered after him. He went to the bathroom and closed the door and she could hear him urinating. Then he came out and looked at her.
"Well, I guess I'll take you back to the bar. Maybe you can make some more business."
"Look," she said, "just because I fucked you doesn't mean I fuck everybody. Have you got that straight? And I don't happen to be a hooker. I'm very sorry to disappoint you."
"Oh you're not disappointing me at all," he assured her, "not in the least."
He had a certain spunky way of acting, that really got to her. She couldn't help but admire him in certain respects, but in over all she loathed him.
She got off the bed and found her panties and slipped into them rapidly. It didn't take long for her nimble fingers to fasten the hook on her bra. Then she put on her dress.
"You don't look half bad," he said, "even when you're not half stoned."
She thought it best to say nothing. She didn't know what else he might have in mind. The belt lashing across her bare behind wasn't exactly what she had thought he would do. And the fear surfaced when he pulled that gun that wasn't loaded, was another thing that got to her. But she couldn't help wondering if what he said about being a trigger man was true. Finally she asked him.
"I want you to tell me one thing Gabriel and tell the truth."
"Well I'm not used to telling the truth very often," he grinned.
"Well I believe that," she said, "but I want to ask you, are you really one of those terrible trigger men?"
"Well baby, sorry to disappoint you but I guess I'm not."
"Why did you tell me all of that?"
"It just made it more exciting," he said, "I like to see fear on your face. It made me get turned on."
"Well that's real nice," she said.
Now she was dressed and she was eager for him to take her back to her car. So she could get home.
"Ready?" she asked, "I certainly am."
"Yes," he said, "I'm ready."
She was indeed happy when he dropped her at her car and told her, "have fun baby."
"Don't worry, I will."
She gave him a disgusted glance, as she thought about all of the trouble that he had put her through. Then, she was delighted to leave. As she got in her own car and drove home, she knew that her son Jimmy would be worried about her. She only hoped that he wouldn't want sex. That would be the last straw. Yet, she couldn't very well tell him that she had been at a bar and gone home with a man for one night. He would think even less of her than he had thought before. And he hadn't thought much of her before. As she drove back home she was also curious what the detective Roger Martin was going to find out. She could hardly wait to get the goods on her husband. Then it dawned on her that possibly her husband was having her followed too. If she was being tailed,, that would be terrible. When she finally pulled into her driveway, she noticed the light was on up in her son's room.
That was a bad sign and she knew it. When she got up there, he said to her, "where in the hell have you been?"
"Oh sweetheart," she said, "I'm sorry, I was talking to one of my friends."
"Am I expected to believe that?" he said, "how do I know what you have been doing?"
"Don't you believe your own mother?" she smiled, as she bent over to kiss him.
"No, you have been drinking."
"Celebrating," she said.
"Celebrating what," he asked, "what's there to celebrate?"
"Well there will be shortly," she said, "you can be sure of that."
"Tell me all about it," he said, "were you celebrating alone in some bar?"
"Well there is always someone to talk to at a bar honey," she said, "I hope you don't mind if I speak to someone. I appreciate you caring for your mother, but I don't want you to get too attached to me."
"You are becoming impossible," he said, "I don't want to deal with you. Just when I think you are going to be a little bit loyal to me, I have to worry about you being out half the night fucking everybody."
"Why dear," she said, "just because momma was doing a little drinking doesn't mean she was catting around. I don't appreciate that."
"I can pretty soon find out," he said, "do you want to fuck right now?"
"Why Jimmy," she said, "I don't appreciate you approaching me like that. It isn't very nice."
"Well I have to have some sex," he said, "and I don't mind telling you so. Look."
He flung back the covers and sure enough she got a look at his huge tool.
"Oh baby," she panted, "it does look good, all right, honey let's do it."
Every moment he was becoming more and more excited and so was she.
"Oh baby," he panted, "you have no idea I would enjoy balling you."
The pleasure was building in his loins now. He could hardly stand it and she couldn't either.
"Now sweetheart," he smiled, "let me have it."
Even though she didn't feel like it at all, she felt as though she had to now.
Slowly she took off her clothes. He watched as he saw her get down to the panties and bra. And he could hardly wait for her to slip in bed with him.
"How do I look darling?" she asked.
"You look fantastic," he said, "now get in bed quick."
She got in beside him, and she told him, "how would you like to try a new position?"
"All right," he agreed, "what position?"
"Well," she smiled, "I can be on top. I'll just slide my pussy down over your penis."
"That sounds good to me," he said, "yes momma do it!"
Suddenly she jammed it down over him. And as he felt the vagina muscles clasping at his thrusting penis, he became more and more excited.
"Oh, ah, yes, yes, that's what I like. Do it." The pleasure was building every moment now.
"Oh, ah, let me play with your breasts mom," he panted, "that's what I want. Oh yes. Those gorgeous big breasts."
His hands massaged her breasts now. And she loved it.
"Oh do it," he begged, "do it."
The pleasure was building every moment.
"That's what I want honey," he said, "do it."
Faster and faster the penis thrust in there. And she clasped it with her muscles, and worked it effectively.
"Play with my breasts while you're doing this."
He reached up and gripped her firm round breasts. He pinched the nipples as she forced herself down over his huge penis.
"Oh, ah, yes baby, yes. That's wild."
Now he was really going to town. Faster and faster he was putting his strength against hers. And the two of them were enjoying it more every second.
"Fuck it," he gasped aloud, "fuck. Fuck. Fuck it baby, fuck it!"
At this point, he was so excited that he was trembling.
"What's the matter dear?" she asked, "you getting stimulated?"
"Am I," he said, "I am going out of my mind."
Suddenly, his fingertips were pressing her nipples too tightly. It distorted the pleasure, and it was no honeymoon.
"You're hurting me," she complained, "now stop it."
He looked at her and laughed.
"I don't know why, I was getting a big charge out of watching you when I hurt you."
"Well that's not very nice," she told him, "it's not very nice at all."
Faster and faster now he was drilling in there. And she was enjoying it.
"Fuck it," he told her, "fuck!"
The pleasure was building now every second.
"Yea baby," he panted, "fuck. Fuck it!"
She was doing everything in her power to give him a fuck he would not soon forget.
"Oh I love that," she panted, "that feels fantastic."
Now he was enjoying it.
"Fuck it," he panted, "fuck baby, fuck."
Grasping his sliding tool, the pleasure was increasing with every thrust
"Oh, ah, yes yes. That's what I want!"
It wasn't going to be long now. Suddenly she felt his penis start to juice. She slowed the tempo of grabbing at it.
"Don't go yet lover," she panted, "it's too much fun."
He deliberately slowed the pace of what he was doing. He wanted to give her a chance.
"Oh," he gasped, "this is too much. Yes, yes. I can't stand it. I've got to get it off."
With a hard ramming thrust he shot his gun off.
"Oh-h-h, ah-h-h-h-h, yes, yes, that's wild."
To her great delight and enormous pleasure, the penis spurted. She loved the feeling of the juice as it shot into her.
"Oh yes darling," she panted, "that feels good to me."
He was enjoying it now, and so was she.
"Oh son," she panted, "you got me there too."
She was telling the truth. Her own juices mingled with his as he came.
"Oh, ah, yes yes. That's beautiful."
The pleasure had built to a passionate pitch. And they had enjoyed it. Every fantastic second of it.
"Oh honey," he panted, "that was beautiful."
His hands released her breasts and he lay back relaxed.
She slid herself off him now.
"Well I guess that proves my point darling," she said, "I never could have gotten that turned on and given you such a spectacular fuck if I had been doing anything. I hope you realize that."
"Yes I do," he assured her, "that was really fun."
Every minute he was getting happier now, as he trusted her more. And this was exactly what she wanted. She was delighted that he would trust her. But she knew very well how tragic it was, for he would learn some day that he could not trust any woman, including his mother, when it came to sex.
"You know mom," he said, "I hope you and I can make that move to Miami. I know we would be happy."
"Well you will be happy to know darling," she said, "that I have hired a private investigator to find out what your father is up to. And at great cost to me. I have given him all the information that I can, and I am sure that he is going to find out shortly precisely what evil your dad is involved with. I hate to say anything bad about your father, but dear it's better to face up to the truth isn't it?"
"Well sure it is mom," he said, "that only makes sense."
"Of course," she said, "that's the way I feel."
There was no doubt in her mind that if it worked out in their favor, everything would be fine.
"How long does a divorce take mom?" he asked.
"Well I don't know for sure dear," she said, "I will have to find out. But you can be sure of one thing, when we have the goods then we can make our move. Until then we've got to be awfully, awfully careful."
"What do you think daddy's doing?" he asked.
"Well I have my own idea about that," she said, "I think it's something pertaining to his business. The drug business."
"Well I think he keeps another woman," young Jimmy told his mother.
"What makes you think that dear?" she asked.
"I'll tell you why," he said, "I have seen pictures in his wallet. And I have also seen phone numbers."
"Well you should have told me right away," she said. "And if possible, remove the pictures and the names. Or make copies."
"Oh I wouldn't like to do that," he said, "that wouldn't seem right."
"Why that wouldn't be crooked at all darling," she said, "as a matter-of-fact it would be a very wise thing to do."
"Would it?" he asked.
"Why yes dear," she said, "it would be the only sensible thing to do. You must never trust someone like your father. He needs to be watched. I've tried to watch him ever since I married him."
"Do you think maybe that made him play around? You being suspicious and all I mean?"
"Well I don't like to look at it that way dear," she said, "I really don't."
There was no doubt about it, he did feel some sympathy for his father. He thought that perhaps she had overdone this spying.
"Are you on his side or mine?" she finally demanded.
"Why yours of course," he assured her.
"Well I should hope so," she said.
"Why do you ask?"
"I'll tell you why," she said, "there's nothing worse than a dishonest lover and, we both must be careful. Careful of trusting each other."
"Well you don't have to worry about me," he assured her, "the person you have to worry about is yourself. Look who is coming in late. It isn't me is it?"
"Don't be abrupt dear," she said.
"I'm not being abrupt," he said, "I'm just trying to face a few facts. Did you ever do that?"
She decided it was time to go to bed.
"Good night darling," .she said, "I'm rather tired now."
She took her time. But she couldn't help thinking. And she was worried. Try as she would, she couldn't help but worry that she would get into trouble. All that would have to happen to wreck the divorce case was for her son to open his mouth. She had to be careful. And she knew that she had let herself in for a big risk. If she had gotten caught in any strange involvement with the character Gabriel, that she had picked up at the bar, she could make a mess of the divorce.
The more she thought about her young son Jimmy, the more she decided that she should be devoted to him. After all he was a very good fuck. And he really wanted to make love to her. She criticized herself for being so impossible.
Now, she finally got to sleep. But it was a troubled sleep. She glanced out at the moon, and it was illuminating the entire front yard. It looked beautiful. She glanced at it and dreamed. She dreamed about the first time that she came into the house with her husband. It had been such a beautiful moment for the both of them. They had worked very hard for this, and now all of a sudden they were fighting each other. It bothered her.
Finally she drifted off to sleep. She slept soundly at last. The next morning she got up early and thought she'd better fix a good breakfast for her son. That might endear him to her a little more. She knew she had played it rather traitorously to stay out like that and worry him. She fixed a big breakfast of waffles, with his favorite syrup, and scrambled eggs. She had some cantaloupe, and he liked that too. When he didn't get up, she called him.
"Jimmy," she called out, "time to get up dear."
She got him out of bed by pulling back the sheet.
"Leave me alone mom," he said.
She noticed his erection. She looked at it.
"Doesn't that ever go down?" she smiled.
"Oh mom," he said, "that's the morning hard-on. When I piss it will go away."
"Must you use those words?" she remonstrated him.
"What words?" he asked.
"You know, say urinate," she said.
"You make me laugh," he said, "you can fuck with me, but you don't want me to use the word piss. It could be wrong."
"Well it could be dear," she said.
He was getting a big charge out of her morality.
"I have my morals," she said, "and I think one of the most important things for any young man or young woman to learn is to hold their tongue when it comes to the bad words."
"Well what do you think of a mother who makes it with her own son?" he asked.
"Well, I think it's beautiful. Providing they love each other."
"I see," he laughed, "love is the thing."
"Precisely darling," she said, "love makes all the difference in the world."
"Well," he said, "if that's the way you look at it."
"Well it is," she said.
There was no doubt in his mind now, that she was a little off. He could tell that if she was going to be particular about one thing, and so indifferent about another that she wasn't quite with it.
"I'm really sick and tired of the way you look at it," he said.
"Well I should think you would pay a little attention to your mother. After all son I have lived a little while. And I should know a little more than you."
"But do you?" he demanded.
"Well I think I do," she said.
Finally, she quit complaining about his conduct and he got out of the bed, and went into the bathroom. Then, she hurried downstairs and did her thing. She fixed him a good breakfast and he enjoyed it.
"Wow!" he said, "what a good breakfast you have fixed mom. I really have to hand it to you."
"What do you mean?" she said, "are you trying to say that I rarely fix you good breakfasts?"
"Oh you twist everything," he complained, "I didn't mean that at all. I just wanted to let you know that I enjoyed this breakfast."
"Good for you," she said.
As he left for school that day she couldn't help wishing that she had never touched him. Perhaps he could be out with some girl that he would really love. She felt guilty as hell to think that she had influenced him to go to bed with her. Yet, there was no turning back. She had made up her mind and she had to follow through, as difficult as it was, she knew that she had little or no choice in the matter.
Later she decided that she would call the investigator, Roger Martin. She dialed his number and the answering service took the call.
"Martin's Investigations."
"I would like to speak to Mr. Martin," she said.
"Who's calling please?" the female operator asked.
"Mrs. Susan Kelly. When Mr. Martin comes in would you have him dial me?"
"Your number please," the operator said brusquely.
"He has it."
"Thank you for calling."
She hung up abruptly. And then Susan Kelly was left alone. She went over to the stove and turned the water on. She thought perhaps she would fix herself some coffee, it would help her get rid of the terrible hangover she had from all of the drinking and screwing around she had done the night before.
The coffee was starting to help. A few moments later, and she was thankful for that. As she knew it would be a miserable day. She decided that the best thing to do would be to go see one of her girlfriends. Perhaps she could tell her a thing or two that would help her. She dialed her girlfriend's number, and it surprised her that Gloria wasn't up.
"Aren't you up yet Gloria?"
"Should I be?" she asked.
"Why yes," she said, "it's late."
"Well it's not too late " she said, "how are you honey?"
"Fine," she replied, "I would really enjoy seeing you."
She hung up after she told her that he would be there. She was a little worried. However, she had made up her mind, and she was determined that all was going to go well. When she finally did get over to Gloria's place, it was around lunch time. And she thought it might be a very good idea to take her out for lunch.
"Gloria honey," she said, "how would you like it if I took you out for lunch?"
"That would be great," she said, "I really would dig that."
Gloria got dressed at last, and the two of them went out for lunch. As she talked to her at lunch, she suggested that they have some drinks.
"Oh, I don't drink at lunch time," Gloria said, "things haven't gotten that bad yet."
"I love to drink a lot," Susan Kelly admitted.
"But you didn't used to drink a lot," she said.
"I know," she said, "I didn't used to. But you see, everything has changed. My life isn't the same anymore."
"What do you mean darling?" she asked.
"I'll tell you," she said, "if you went through what I went through with my husband you would want to drink too."
"You have had some trouble with Kelvin?" she asked curiously.
"Yes I have," she said, "awful trouble. It makes me sick every time I think about it."
"Go on and tell me," she said.
"All right I will," she said, "the trouble is this. He's into something that I can't put my finger on. Something evil. But I'm having him investigated."
"Investigated?" she said, "you mean you're spying on him?"
"Well I'm not spying on him personally," she said, "but I'm having someone check him out. In that way I'll know what he is doing."
Gloria looked at her in amazement, at what lengths she had gone to to check on her husband's activity.
CHAPTER SEVEN
"Well what do you think it is he's doing?" she asked.
"I don't like to think about it," she said, "it's too awful."
"Well tell me," she said.
"All right," she said, "I'll tell you what I suspect. But this is just a guess. I'm not sure."
"Go ahead."
"All right," she said, "I suspect very strongly that he is involved with the drug traffic. You see he is in the wholesale drug business. And I have something that makes me suspicious of him very much."
"There is a lot of money in that," she said, "and it is a terrible thing to think of."
"I know it is," she said, "that drug traffic has brought so many people so much grief it makes me sick to think my husband would be involved in it in any way."
It was obvious to her, that she was worried.
"You know honey," she said, "I have gotten into a business myself. It's not a very good business."
"Well what is it?" she asked, "it must be good or you couldn't sleep at night."
"It isn't honey, it's the oldest profession, if you know what I mean.'
"Not you Gloria," she said, "I just can't believe it."
"Yes," she said, "that's what I have been doing."
"I'm ashamed of you," she said, "I'm sorry that I'm ashamed of you."
"Well you should be," she said, "except that I guess we all look at our lives and see our own sins as virtues. For example, I say that I perform a service."
"Well that's a novel way of looking at it," she said, "tell me. I would be interested in knowing how you can rationalize what you're doing dear."
Susan said dear with a certain degree of acid in her tone. And this instantly was picked up by Gloria. Gloria didn't appreciate it either.
"Maybe we just better split up dear, why don't we go dutch for this lunch?"
"I invited you," Susan insisted, "it's perfectly all right honey. But you must admit that was quite a jolt. I think I need another drink."
She motioned for the waitress to come over and then she had another drink.
"Do you feel better now?" she asked.
"Well no," she said, "I really don't. If anything I feel worse."
"Why?" she asked her.
"I'll tell you why," she said, "I feel worse because the reality of what you're doing and what I'm doing got to me. You see I'm no saint myself."
Immediately, Gloria looked at her and guessed that she had some sexual activity that she was ashamed of too.
"Well tell me," she said, "I'm dying to know what you have done darling.
"I'm ashamed to tell you," she said, "I really am ashamed."
"Well don't be," she said, "go ahead and tell me."
Finally she broke down and told part of the truth.
"Well if you must know," she said, "I will tell you." Then she hesitated and found it difficult to say another word.
"Go ahead," she said, "tell me. I know it's something interesting."
"No it isn't," she admitted, "it isn't really interesting."
Finally, Gloria decided that if she drank with her it might be easier for her to talk.
"Would it help if I drank with you dear?" she asked.
"It would help a lot."
She called the waitress back and had something more to drink. Then, while the two of them were getting stoned, they could now talk freely.
"I'm sure that my husband was playing around," she explained, "and it bothered me so much that I felt the only thing that I could do was to go out and drink and this I did. But I feel like a terrible person for doing it because at the bar I found a man. A man I thought I would enjoy. He took me to his place honey and he did terrible things to me. I got balled like I've never been balled before."
"Why you lucky girl," she said, "I think it's great that you have found out what it's like to have sex with someone else. That's terribly dull darling, always to screw the same man. I think marriage is a marvelous institution, but a very monotonous, boresome one. Sure, some people feel they have to be married. But in this day and age, when we're trying to fight every problem that man has, let's face it overpopulation is one of man's biggest problems. And how glad I am that I've floated in my own way. I don't intend to have any children. And I don't intend to get married. But I do intend to enjoy myself physically. And I mean by physically, I mean sexually. There's nothing wrong with having a good time. I don't force myself on anyone. And, I charge of course. Why shouldn't I?"
"But that's illegal here," she said.
"Well the way I do it, I don't think it is. It's like a love offering. Of course I make a suggestion. And they leave it on the dresser."
"Why Gloria," she said, "you're terrible."
"I am not darling," she said, "I'm not terrible at all. As a matter-of-fact I'm proud of myself."
"Well you shouldn't be," she said, "you know what a lot of people would think of you don't you?"
"Yes I do," she said, "and I guess they wouldn't think very much would they?"
She knew it was true. And it bothered her.
"If I told you everything about myself, you probably would think that I was a despicable human being."
"Why I wouldn't at all," she said, "you have the wrong idea. Now, honey, tell me."
"No, I can't."
"Please tell me," she said, "I want to know."
"No," she said, "J can't tell you. Ever."
"I wouldn't hate you no matter what you did. I think all of that type of talk is ridiculous."
Suddenly, she felt that perhaps she could com fide in Gloria. It was bugging her. And she had to get it out of her system.
"All right," she admitted, "I will tell you."
"Please do," she said.
"What would you think if I were to tell you that I had had sexual intercourse with my own son?, :
"I wouldn't believe you."
"Is it so terrible as all of that?"
"Yes," she said, "it's the unforgivable sin."
"Well, maybe I think you're doing the unforgivable thing," she said, "you're throwing your body-at lustful men who don't give a damn about you. There's no love involved. They have hard penises and they want to plunge them into your vagina, dear. Do you call that such a noble deed?"
"It's not noble but it's necessary," she said, "at least I'm not involved that way, incest."
Gloria glared at her. And in the glare of her eyes, she caught the horror that was her own self. She knew that if anyone knew what type of person she was, how little they would think of her.
"Is it that bad?" she asked, "is it?"
"Of course it is," she said, "it's unforgivable. I'm ashamed of you. First of all, I can hardly believe you would stoop that low. But worse than that, I can hardly believe that you would ever tell me. Why should I be told about your awful problems. Do you want to damage the day for me?"
"Why, do you have a hundred dollar an hour job coming up?"
"For your information I have honey. And I hope to perform well. Sex is where you find it. So is the bread. And I have found the bread where sex is honey, I wish you would wise up. You ought to lay off your sweet son. Jimmy is a marvelous young man. But how can you expect him to grow up normal, if you choose to have sex with him. His body is something you have no claim to. And I've got to tell you the truth."
"I don't think that's very nice of you not to have any feeling for me," she said.
"Look," she said, "you are being difficult You have a nerve to tell me your problems. Everybody has problems, but they have to face up to them alone. So, if you will forgive me I will be leaving. I hate to leave you alone, especially with that dilemma such as you have, dear, but you understand I can't take any more of it."
She understood all right, and it really disgusted her. She realized that she had little sympathy for her.
"So long," she said, "take it easy."
There was no doubt in her mind, that she was alone. She went back to her home, and the phone was ringing as she entered. But before she could answer it the person who was calling hung up. She called the investigator's office. He answered immediately.
"I wonder if I could talk to Roger Martin."
"Roger Martin speaking," the voice answered.
"This is Susan Kelly," she said, "and I want to talk to you. Maybe we should forget the whole thing."
"It's too late Mrs. Kelly," he said, "I have all the dope. I never do this on the phone. If you want to come down to my place, with the balance of what you owe me, I will give you all the information. I think I have enough now for you to go on."
"Thank you," she said, "but how much is that?"
"It is worth five hundred more," he said, "I put a lot of time and work into it."
"But you have only put a couple of days in it," she said.
"I get paid well," he said, "because l deliver. So, if you're interested I'll see you in half an hour, at my place."
"Thank you too much," she said coldly, "I'll see you later."
At first he didn't know if she would see him or not. However, when her voice changed when she told him that she would see him, he felt more confident that he had her biting.
She quickly went to her checkbook and verified her balance. She knew that her husband would probably wonder why she was spending so much. She decided it would be best not to mark the checks in the check book.
She slipped another check into her purse and went down to see the private investigator, Roger Martin.
"Well," Mr. Martin said, "it certainly took you long enough."
"How much is it?" she asked acidly.
"Well, as long as you want to be so business like about it, it's five hundred, it hasn't gone up since I talked to you last."
"Well I certainly hope not," she said.
"I can tell you what your husband is involved in. It's the drug racket. He supplies the drugs for this Harry Hanover. And Hanover pays him. He pays him very well."
"You certainly learned a lot quickly didn't you?"
"Well I have my sources," he said, "on a case like this, I have to consult the underworld. I pay them off, and I get my information."
"But how do you know your information is accurate?" she asked.
When he had finished telling her all he knew about her husband's activities, she was well aware of how accurate he was.
"Well what can I do without wrecking him to get a divorce?"
"That does present a problem," he said, "for if you reveal everything that your husband has done, he will go to jail undoubtedly. Then, there will be no money for you."
"Well," she said, "that puts me into a rather difficult position. I want to divorce him of course. I can't stand him. And I don't want to go on living with him another minute. But I don't like the idea of being cut off without a penny."
"I feel sorry for you," he said, "you slimy women always make me laugh."
"How dare you speak that way to me?" she said, rising to her feet.
"Oh don't put on such an act," he laughed, "you undoubtedly have a lover on the side. And that's why you come to me boldly. You women don't fool me, I see your kind all the time."
"I can't stand you," she said angrily.
"It's the truth that you can't stand," he said, "and I'm simply presenting you with the truth."
"You really get me bitter," she said, "I'm leaving now."
"I have a good device to get your husband in trouble," he said, "something that wont involve as much trouble as exposing his connection with the drug racket."
"What do you suggest?" she asked curiously.
"Another woman," he said, "I know a little chick who for one hundred dollars would ball your husband. And then I know a photographer who for fifty bucks would photograph them doing it. We could case some bar that he goes to, and have this chick put the make on him. It would be relatively simple."
"You mean my husband is that disloyal?" she asked.
"Yes, from what I have learned he is. And so, your problems are solved my dear."
"Well I'm glad," she said, "that you have taken the trouble to get this all figured out."
Now she was really happy. She could hardly wait to trap her husband.
"And how much do I have to pay you?" she asked.
"Well considering that you will be paying them a hundred and fifty together, I suppose another hundred and fifty for me would be fair."
"I don't consider that very fair," she said, "all you're doing is acting as an agent, sort of a contact man. I think you should get ten percent."
"You are a little bitch aren't you?" he said tightly.
"Don't talk to me that way," she said, "I won't take it."
"Oh yes you will," he said, "you'll take it all right."
She was getting angrier every second. She realized how impossible the situation was. She either had to pay or get in trouble.
"All right," she said, "I'll give you your money. But it's blood money. Remember that."
"Call it by any name you want," he said, "just so long as the check doesn't bounce."
"My checks are good as gold," she said.
He nodded and grinned and took the check.
"I assure you my dear that within two weeks, we will have your husband right where you want him. With what I have learned, he is due back in town a week from Friday. And at that time, we will have the bar cased at his usual place. That is providing nothing comes up that we're not counting on. We hope he comes to his regular watering hole."
"Thank you Mr. Martin," she said in a quick tone, "I certainly don't agree with what you're doing. And your judgment of me is all wrong. I happen to be a person of the highest moral codes. And I think that you are being extremely callous in making the comments that you have made to me. But I will forgive you out of your Ignorance."
"Thank you generous lady," he laughed, "I appreciate your consideration."
Now, it was very clear to her that she would have to sit it out and wait. When she got home that afternoon, she saw her son was waiting to talk to her.
"How are you honey?" she smiled at him.
"Fine," he said, "but I've got a problem mom."
"What kind of problem dear?" she said nervously, knowing almost before he said it that it would have to be some girl that he found very attractive.
"Well, I found me this chick that I really dig."
"Chick you dig?" she said, "probably some little tramp with a disease."
"You've got a diseased mind mom," he said, "I would never be attracted to a slut."
"Well why do you talk about this?" she said, pretending that she couldn't understand why he ever would be attracted to another woman.
"Because, it's normal. A boy reaches my age, and he is bound to find some woman attractive to him. Mom, I can't go on having sex with you. You understand that don't you?"
"What about Miami? What about our plans?"
"Miami is a million miles away now," he said, "this girl really turns me on. I don't know why, but she does. She's a gal from South America. From Brazil. And I have noticed her, but today she came over to me and asked me why I never dated her. Can you imagine that?"
"The sign of a hussy," she said, "that's what she is. A cheap little slut."
"Look mom," he said, "I won't have you talk about her that way. Do you understand ? "
"Why you sound like you plan to marry her."
"Sure," he said, "why shouldn't I? She is absolutely gorgeous. And I'm nuts about her. Do you mind?"
"Yes I do mind," she said, "I only want what is best for you dear. And I'm sure that this is not the best thing. You aren't thinking clearly. You remember that we talked about going to Miami and me divorcing father. Well I finally have it all arranged."
"What do you mean arranged?" he asked, "have you been to a lawyer?"
"Well not exactly a lawyer dear," she said nervously looking about, "but it will come off."
"I don't read you mom," he said, "what kind of hell are you up to?"
"I'm not up to anything," she said, "just working out a little justice if you know what I mean."
"I don't know what you mean," he said, "but I would be very interested in knowing. Your idea of justice mom, would be a very interesting thing. I'm sure, you have the cards stacked all against dad."
"Why I love your father," she said, "it's just that he is disloyal, dishonest, and involved in illicit drug traffic."
The moment he heard that he said, "maybe dad could get me some drugs."
"What do you mean?" she asked.
"Well mom," he explained, "every kid uses drugs. There's nothing wrong with that."
"That's what you think," she said angrily, "you can get into all kinds of trouble using drugs. And I don't want to hear anymore about it."
She realized the situation she was in, the more disgusted she became.
"Well," she said, "I suppose all of our plans are off. Off, because you want drugs now."
"That isn't a nice attitude mom," he said angrily.
"Well don't worry about my attitude," she said, "I have a good attitude."
"The hell you have," he said, "look what I have done for you. I have tried to give you a good fuck. Show you love. And all you have done is shunned me. I don't think you appreciate me one little bit."
"That's not true," she insisted, "I love you a lot."
She was anxious for more sex. She thought if she could have him one more time it would give her a great amount of relief.
"Well just because we're not going to Miami doesn't mean that we can't have anymore to do with each other does it son?"
"Well no," he admitted, "what do you want me to do now ball you?"
"Well that's the general idea," she said, "let's go up to my bedroom honey and have a good time."
She had talked him into it. And together they moved up to her bedroom. When they got into the bedroom, she decided that she would use her most enticing manner to try to lure him back to her bed many more times.
Now she didn't waste any time. She was very careful how she did everything. And it was getting him all the more turned on.
"Oh mom," he smiled, "what a gorgeous body. Every minute I see you, you get me more excited. I really want to ball you now."
She could see that he did. He was getting out of his clothes in record time. She was real ly getting turned on when she saw him slipping out of his shorts and got a load of his giant penis.
"Oh wow!" she said, "you really need it. And I'm glad that I am here to help you."
"You don't fool me none," he said, "you want it too."
This was indeed the truth. She was aching for it. She could hardly wait to feel that huge penis sliding into her.
"Oh fuck me," he said, "give it to me."
Now she had slid out of her panties and her bra and she was on the bed with her legs spread in anticipation of sex with him. She could hardly wait.
"Oh mom," he told her, "do you ever look great. You've really got a body."
Now he was hot and so was she. It wasn't going to be much longer now. He straddled her, and she reached for it.
"Let me guide you in darling," she said, "it's so much fun that way."
Now she was using her hands to massage the head of it as she slowly eased it into herself. Moment by moment she was getting more excited.
"Oh yes," he gasped excitedly, "do that."
She got it into herself and then he began pumping away.
"Fuck me," he begged her, "that's the way I like it. Oh, ah, yes, yes. Give it to me."
Faster and faster the hard penis rode into her. And with every jab she became more intrigued and excited.
"Oh, ah, yes, yes. That's what I like!"
Her vagina muscles were working overtime now. She was really giving him a good fuck.
"Oh fuck me," she begged, "fuck me."
Her hot hands reached for her son's buttocks. She massaged his behind as he stabbed into her.
"Way up there honey," she urged him on, "that's the way I like it. All the way darling. Give it to me."
Faster and faster the hard penis rode into her. And every second he was becoming more intrigued, more excited and thrilled.
"Oh, ah, yes, yes. Keep that going. That's what I want!"
Her hot hands were all over his back. She was clawing him.
"Take it easy," he told her, "you'll have me bleeding."
"I can't help it," she told him frankly, "I have gotten so turned on, I can't help it."
There was no doubt about it, she was a very stimulated woman. And every moment he was becoming more fascinated with what she was doing.
"Oh mom," he panted, "does that ever feel good to .me. Oh yes. I love that. Fuck it. Fuck it. Fuck it fast baby."
At this point he was really enjoying it.
"Give it to me," he begged, "oh yes mom, give it to me."
The hot passionate pleasure that they were deriving from this sexual act was stimulating wild hard thrusts of the penis.
"Oh, ah, yes, yes. That's what I want. Give it to me!"
She knew that he wouldn't be much longer now. He was riding into her with full force.
"Oh, ah, yes yes. That's what I want baby. Keep that going."
The pleasure that he was deriving from their sexual activity, was nearing a pitch of climax.
"Juice it," he told her, "that's it honey. Juice me!"
It wasn't going to be much longer now. And the two of them were really turned on. All the way.
"Oh baby," she gasped excitedly, "that's it. Ram it home!"
She hadn't been doing this much longer before the front door opened, but she was too engrossed in what she was doing to notice. Her husband, Kelvin, was coming home. And as he went up the steps to her room, he was grimly aware that she was entertaining a man. It really got to him. He wondered who on earth it could be. He was going to catch her, and give her the devil. As he walked through the door, he got the shock of his life. There before him was his own son having sex with his wife.
"What the hell is going on here?" he demanded, "what do you think you're doing?"
Immediately she screamed. The piercing scream got to Jimmy immediately.
"What's up mom?" he asked.
Glancing around he saw his father. He had been so involved in giving it to her that he hadn't even heard his voice.
"Well, dad," he said, "we weren't expecting you."
Jimmy pulled himself out of her. As he stood there with his giant size penis dripping, his father walked over to him and gave him a sock in the jaw.
"Oh you shouldn't have done that," Jimmy said, "you really shouldn't have dad."
And then his father got a little surprise himself. Jimmy's fist collided with his jaw. Stunned by what his own son had done in more ways than one, Kelvin just stood there in a daze.
Now, the truth was out. There was no more fooling anybody. But she had to make some accusations for her ego's sake.
"You're involved in illicit drug traffic," she gasped, "I know that. Don't you play self righteous. You good for nothing drug peddler."
"You're one to talk," he told her, "just a cheap slut. I never should have married you. You used to play around before I married you. You said you wouldn't continue. It's obvious you have. But this is even more than I thought you would be able to do."
"Don't talk about loyalty," she said angrily, "you haven't been loyal to anybody but yourself. And you know it. So let's get off this preacher pitch. It won't wash."
It was evident to him that it indeed would not wash. However, he knew that she was guilty of a sin of incest.
"When I go to court to divorce you," he snapped, "when they find out that you have been fucking with your own son, you will be sorry that you ever talked to me like this."
"The only thing that I will be sorry about," she said indignantly, "is that I ever married you. That was my first mistake. I can never forgive myself for that."
"Aren't you the self righteous one," he laughed.
"Well I know where it's at," she said, "that's more than I can say for you."
There was no doubt about it now, she was really angry. However her anger was doing her no good.
The young boy walked out of the room. He left the two of them alone.
"You know," he said, "the only thing you were good for was fucking. I've got to hand it to you, you did manage to keep a nice tight pussy. And I suppose it wouldn't hurt as long as I'm going to be divorcing you anyway to get something out of you."
She glared at him.
"If you think for one minute that I'm going to submit to you for sex," she said angrily, "you've got another think coming. I don't ever want to have anything more to do with you. Not today, not tomorrow, nor as long as I live.
Have you got that straight?"
"Oh yes," he said, "I've got it straight. But there are a lot of things I want to straighten out with you baby."
Saying not another word, Kelvin decided he would get his last licks in.
He undressed, and decided he would really ball her hard. He wanted to do it savagely and roughly and call her dirty names. Just to get even with her. Also, he was horny. But his first feeling was anger which he could demonstrate with a wild fuck. She watched him undressing, and tried to figure out ways to stop him. She didn't like the savage look in his eyes. It bothered her.
"Why don't you forget it?" she demanded, "you know you're just about out of your mind now with anger. This is no time to have sex. You know that don't you, darling?"
"I don't know a damn thing except that I want a fuck," he said.
Now he was turned on. He rammed it in there, and really went to town. As the hot penis stabbed her, she became more and more excited.
"Oh does that ever feel good," she said, "oh yes baby, fuck me."
The hard thrusting penis was giving her enormous pleasure.
"Oh, ah, yes, yes. I like that Kelvin. Can't you forgive me?"
He demonstrated his forgiveness with harder and harder thrusts. It was really getting him uptight.
"Fuck it," he told her, "fuck baby, fuck."
The pleasure now was building now to a furious pitch. He could hardly stand it.
Suddenly, the huge penis exploded within her. As the hot juice surged inside of her, she squeezed it. And in spite of herself, she found herself cuming.
"You see honey," he laughed, "it's the only thing you're good for. When we go to court, I promise I won't mention Jimmy, it could wreck both of us. But I want you to know that I think you are a common, ordinary tramp. Of the lowest sort."
It was difficult for her to realize that it was the last time for them together. Then she told him the truth.
"You know I had you checked out honey. I was going to divorce you. I wanted to run away with Jimmy. However, it worked against me. You see Jimmy would never be satisfied with me. He had to have more. Namely, you. He thought you were a better father than I was a good mother. That really gets me uptight thinking about it. But we all make our mistakes."
"Yes baby we do all make our mistakes. And you certainly have made your share haven't you?"
"I'm afraid I have darling," she answered, "and I won't even ask your forgiveness. I know you wouldn't want to give me any forgiveness."
Well at least they understood each other and that was the important thing. It had been a painful moment for the both of them and try as he would, he knew that he had to look at life another way. He really dug her, and she dug him. However, they knew that they were no good for each other.
"Don't you think you ought to go in and apologize to our son?" he asked her curiously.
"I only loved him," she said.
"Did you ever think that it was love mingled with lust?" he asked her.
"Well you can define it many different ways. I choose to define it as love. Straight love and nothing else."
"Well, let me tell you a thing or two," he said, "this is the most selfish love that I have ever heard of. You didn't really give a damn about him. You wanted him. You wanted to use him. And you ought to be ashamed of yourself."
"Well I'm not," she said, "I'm not ashamed of myself at all."
"Well what if he had gotten uptight over what he had done, and gone out and tried to kill himself? Would you feel guilty then?"
She thought about it a long moment.
"Let me tell you something, Susan," Kelvin continued, "you remember Marilyn Stevens?"
"Well yes I do. Marilyn is a lovely girl. She was such a bright girl too."
"Marilyn is dead now," he said, "she killed herself."
"Why did she do that?"
"Because," he explained, "her father had sex with her. And it got to her. It upset her mind so bad she took her own life."
"Oh God that's awful," she admitted frankly.
"Well I thought you would see it that way," he said, "I want you to go in there and apologize to Jimmy. I want you to tell him that you did the wrong thing, and you never again will take advantage of him. And baby I'm still going to divorce you. I don't care to go on living with you. But, that's the one decent thing you can do. And I promise if you will do that I'll never bring it up another time, not even in divorce court. But I want to save my son. What I do now is not for you, but for him. I hope you understand that."
She looked up at him nervously, her lower lip was quivering.
"Oh I understand it very well," she said, "you hate me."
"Hate is the wrong word," he said, "I just don't care for you. But I don't hate you. All right you go ahead and tell him. Okay?"
Even though it was a very difficult thing for Susan to do, she knew that she had to do it. She went into his room, and she announced, "can you forgive me?"
"Forgive you?" the young boy asked his mother.
"Yes," she said, "I seek your forgiveness."
"For what mom?" he asked. "For having sexual relations with you dear."
"But you said love comforted everything."
"Almost everything," she said, "but incest isn't one of those things it comforts. I'm sorry."
