While it is important that there is sympathy, love and understanding between a mother and son, it is equally important that there is no sexual contact.
When such desires took place, it is essential that the parent curb them quickly. Otherwise, serious problems can develop, causing no end of frustration and concern.
The woman around whom our story revolves became obsessed with her husband engaging in oral copulation with her. When her husband belligerently refused, she was suddenly brought face to face with her own son, who was willing.
Instead of resisting the forbidden temptation of incestuous love, she succumbed, and in so doing betrayed the high moral values that motherhood should represent.
She became a sexual burden for her son-for he was forced to fill her sexual cravings at the cost of his own normal youthful sexual curiosity. With a mother so conveniently available, he failed to make the necessary sexual contacts with girls in high school, with whom he could have shared the natural social-sexual development required to achieve maturity.
But this didn't bother his mother. For she was sexually obsessed and cared about one thing, and one thing only-her own carnal needs.
This tortured her when she'd allow a "flash" of truth to seep through to her consciousness. But, she'd quickly brush the conscience pangs aside, and go on her headstrong, lusty way, little caring how she was destroying her own son.
Finally, it reached the point where she was so difficult to deal with that he listened to his father-who argued he should have sex with a "woman of the world", who in reality was a cheap hustler he'd made it with quite a few times himself.
When his mother got wind of this strangely developing love tryst, she determined she'd stop at nothing to end it. And that was when tragedy struck in Jeff's life, giving him an experience he could never forget as long as he lived.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
Ann Harrington looked at her husband Ted with disgust. As she lay there naked, with the moonlight falling over her body she kept pushing him down toward her vagina.
"I don't want to," Ted complained.
"You're no damned good as a lover," she exclaimed angrily. "I hate you."
It really burned Ted up. He decided he would give his wife a good old fucking in the traditional way. But as he straddled her, and prepared to thrust his penis into her his wife tightened her legs making it next to impossible for him to ram it into her.
"What the hell are you trying to do?" he demanded angrily. "I'm trying to give you a fuck and you're fucking me."
"Well good enough for you," Ann said, pinching his ass-cheeks angrily. "If you won't give me what I want, why should I give you what you want?"
That really burned him up.
"I've got my rights," he reminded her.
"Tell it to the judge," she laughed.
"Well I'm not going to eat your pussy," he said, "no matter how much you insist. It just isn't sanitary."
"What on earth do you mean?" she said. "The pussy is cleaner than the mouth. Why my girlfriend, Betty gets her husband to go down on her all the time."
"Well that husband of hers would do a thing like that," Ted complained.
There was no doubt about it, the two of them were not getting along very well. Ted rolled over, and was angry. He began quietly pumping his meat.
"You shouldn't do that," she warned him. "Bad boy."
Now Ted was furious.
"I've got a notion to fuck you like you've never been fucked before," he told her tightly. "Do you hear me?"
"Can't hear a word you're saying," she teased.
Ted became so outraged that he paid no attention to his wife at all. Instead, he got out of bed, took off his pajamas and began dressing.
"Where are you going?" she demanded.
"None of your damn business," he told her flatly.
"You're not going to leave me," she said, "You can't leave me. You're my husband."
"Don't remind me," he said angrily. "I've been trying to forget that for a long time."
"Oh you make me furious," she said nervously, "Talking to me like that. You'll have me going to a head shrinker."
"Well I wish you would," he said. "And ask him while you're there why I have to eat your pussy?"
He didn't say another word, as he slammed the door and stalked out of the house. Meantime, young Jeff heard the disturbance in his parent's bedroom. It bothered him to have them talking like that. Jeff always slept in the nude, but this didn't stop him from barging downstairs. He was sure it was an emergency. When he walked into the bedroom, his mother looked at him.
"What are you doing there bare-assed?" she demanded, "Coming down here bare-ass naked?"
"Well what's it to you, Mom?" he said, "I came down here because I was worried about you."
"Well, go back to bed darling," she said. "I'm all right."
"No you're not," he told her. "You and Dad had one hell of a big fight. I heard you."
"Dear, you shouldn't eavesdrop," she said..
"Well I couldn't help it," he said. "You were talking so loud. Doesn't Daddy take care of you?"
She looked at him, and as she saw his huge penis dangling between his legs, a sudden urge to have him seized her.
"What is it Mom?" he said. "Why do you and Dad fight so much?"
"Well it's a very intimate matter, dear," she said. "It isn't something that people discuss."
"You can trust me Mom," he told her. "I wouldn't tell nobody."
"It isn't that dear," she told him. "It's just that I'm afraid to tell you or anybody."
"Go ahead," he begged her, "I must know."
That did it. His insistence triggered her response.
"All right," she finally said. "I will tell you. When it comes to sex, married couples get bored. And your mother and father are like anybody else."
He was still listening, as he sat on the edge of the bed.
"Go on, Mom," he said. "What got you both so uptight tonight?"
"Well if you must know, honey," she said, "your father isn't much of a lover. He bores me."
"Why does he bore you ? " he asked blankly. "I'll tell you why," she told him. "He bores me because he does the same old thing. I need a little variety. Instead of giving me that variety, he just keeps doing the same old thing."
"Well what do you want him to do, Mom?" Jeff asked innocently.
"How much do you know about sex, dear?" she smiled at him.
"Well, if you mean have I balled any chicks?" he smiled proudly, "the answer is yes."
"Well maybe I can speak bluntly," she told him. "I'm talking about going down."
"Oh, you mean pussy eating and blowjobs?" he smiled.
"You know all about that?" she said nervously.
"Oh sure I do," he said. "What do you think all of the kids are doing?"
"Tell me about it," she said curiously, glancing down again at his now rigid penis.
"Well," he said, "When you go to a movie or something it's the perfect thing to do. You see you need one person who is the lookout. When a guy is going down on a chick and eating her pussy, the chick can give him the warning signal."
"Well, that does make it convenient," she admitted.
"You bet it does," he assured her.
As they continued talking, she glanced at his penis again.
"Did you enjoy the blowjob the girls at school gave you?" she asked, as if it were a perfectly natural thing to do.
"Sure I did," he told her. "Why wouldn't I?"
"Yes," she laughed. "Why wouldn't you?"
"Your father, just isn't a sensuous man," she said, "You must have inherited your capacity for sexual pleasure from your mother."
"You know, Mom," he said. "A couple of gals at school say I'm the best pussy eater that they ever had."
"Well, honey," she smiled, "It's just a shame that your father doesn't share your enthusiasm for that type of thing."
"Forget him," he said. "How about you and me getting together?"
"Now, dear," she said, "you're talking silly. You better put some clothes on. I think it's making you horny, just sitting here naked and me looking at you."
"I know it is," he told her.
"Well then, dear, do something about it," she said. "Cover up."
Reaching down, she threw a piece of the bedspread over his genitals. But as she did so, she felt that long, hard cock. And when she felt it, she became instantly turned on with it.
"Oh that is a monster," she said. "How long is it?"
"Plenty long," he assured her.
The whole idea was appealing to her now more than ever. Now he reached out and gripped her hand and held it over his bare penis.
"Oh, honey," she said, "I can't do anything about that."
"If you would just pull it off for me, Mom," he begged her, "I sure would like that."
She realized, that he was asking her something that she should never consider. Yet, there was something so appealing about the request that she found herself weighing it in her mind. And it was the fact that she didn't instantly dismiss it that trapped her.
"Doesn't it feel good?" he coaxed.
She did find it was a pleasure fondling him.
"You know it does feel good to touch you," she said. "You're so different than your father. He's such a mean bastard that half the time I don't feel like fucking with him, but I would enjoy killing him. Of course I don't really mean that dear, as I'm terribly attracted to your father. But he can be difficult."
"I know he can," he told her. "But you've got to understand him."
"Understand him my ass," she said angrily. "Why should I? He's been about as difficult and impossible as he knows how to be. At times, I think I should divorce him. It would be good enough for him."
"Mom," he told her, "let me tell you something. You and Dad are just like any other married people. After a while it begins to get monotonous. That's the time, that you need someone else."
"like who?" she asked him. "like me," he laughed.
"Honey," she said, "do you realize what people think of parents who have sex with their children?"
"What do they think?" he asked curiously.
"Well, I'll tell you," she said. "They think they are the lowest creeping humanity. I mean it."
"You've got to be kidding," he said. "Just because they want to make love, they're considered trash."
"I'm sorry dear," she said, "But that's the way it is. It's one of society's major taboos."
He paid little attention to the taboo. And he instantly, lowered his face to her crotch.
"Oh, Jeff," she gasped excitedly, "you mustn't do that."
Part of her wanted him to continue and another part wanted him to stop. It was a tug of war, between her emotions, and her reasoning. At this moment, the emotions were winning out in the battle.
"Ohhh, baby," she groaned in delight as she felt his hot, slippery tongue sliding into her velvety vagina. He gripped her ass-cheeks and held on.
"Oh, love me," she begged him. "Love me! Eat my pussy. Oh I've wanted this for so long. Yesss, do me."
The super pleasure that he was deriving now was almost more than he could bear.
"Come on, baby," he told her, "that's what I like. Come on, do it."
The sensational enjoyment, that he was deriving at this moment was almost more than he could stand.
"Suck my pussy," she said. "Eat it."
The hot tongue stabbed away. It wasn't going to be much longer before he juiced. This was the moment of truth. This was what she wanted in the worst way. As the hot tongue continued lashing away, she reached down and guided his head. She ran her fingers through his hair.
"Love me, Jeff baby," she begged. "Love me. Yesss, that's what I need. That's what I want."
The hot pumping tongue action continued. Every moment she was becoming more and more stimulated and excited for it.
"Yes, baby," she groaned in delight. "YES. Keep that going. That's what I want. Yes, love me."
Jeff wasn't stopping for anything now. He knew just how to nibble on the clit and bring a woman to a quick climax.
As his hot tongue stabbed away, he suddenly bore down with his teeth.
"Oh, I'm juicing baby," she gasped. "I'm juicing. You brought me there, honey."
Jeff was proud and delighted that he could achieve what his father couldn't He wasn't ashamed of what he had done. He knew he loved her, and he also knew he was turned on with her. Why shouldn't he be? She had a beautiful body and was only thirty-five-years-old.
"Oh, eat my juicy pussy," she begged.
By the time he pulled his tongue out of her, her hot hand was playing with his balls.
"I like the ball action, Mom," he told her, "You sure know how to give me a good time."
"Jeff," she said, "I've never been so excited before in my life. No wonder my girlfriend-likes it when her husband does it."
"Oh, Mom baby," he smiled, "it was beautiful. I liked tasting you. It was delicious. Dad is a crazy guy not to want to love you!"
"Don't worry about him, darling," she said. "Now I've got to go down on you. It's only fair that I give you some exchange for what you've given me."
She meant business, because she was eager to satisfy him. She let her hot tongue lick the crown of his penis. He became more and more excited every second.
"Yes baby," she panted, "that's what I want. Oh, yes, that's what I want you to do."
Instantly, her tongue began licking up and down the sides of his cockshaft.
"What a big cock you've got, honey," she said. "Why you're a man already, Jeff."
Nibbling and licking and sucking on Jeffs big penis was the type of action she loved.
"Ohhh, this is beautiful," he said. "You sure know how to love it Mom."
He was becoming more and more excited every moment, for she was capturing his imagination with the suction she was building up in her mouth.
"Oh, that's what I want," he told her. "Yess, that's what I want."
He gripped her head, and held her down over it. He enjoyed the sensation of forcing her farther down over his penis shaft. Then he rammed it to the back of her throat.
"Come on," he told her. "That's what I like. Yes, now you're doing it. All the way, honey."
The rock-hard cock stabbed in there savagely. Every moment he was becoming more and more excited.
"Beautiful, baby," he told her. "That's what I like. Come on, eat me."
The hot juice was almost ready to shoot now. He could hardly stand it.
"Suck it," he told her, "Suck it, baby. That's beautiful. Oh yes, I like that, baby."
The tremendous pleasure that he was feeling at this moment was building.
"Sweetheart," he smiled, "you love me ... Oh, honey, finger my ass-hole."
His mother parted his ass-cheeks and slid a swift finger up his anal area. He loved the feeling of her finger sliding up his tight, puckered-up ass-hole.
Now he was thrusting forward and she was mouthing him more.
"Yes," he groaned in delight. "That's what I want. Now you're doing it. All the way, honey."
She was free to do with him what she wanted. And she let her hands wander around his ass-cheeks. Pulling out of him, she enjoyed just grasping his firm round behind. She knew she could bring him there soon.
"Yes," he told her. "That's what I want. Oh WOW!"
It wasn't going to be much longer now and he knew it. He could hardly wait for that moment of climax. Suddenly, the pleasure was almost more than he could stand.
"Eat my cock," he told her. "Yes, eat it. Get the juice, Mom."
She nibbled around the head of it and built up more suction. And then she felt him creaming. As the thick white juice spurted into her mouth she swallowed.
"Swallow sperm," he told her. "Swallow it!"
Indeed she wanted to. It was a delicious taste treat to her, one she would not soon forget. When she had finished devouring him, she slipped off and looked at her young son.
"Jeff," she said, "You were delicious. I've tasted your father, and his stuff is no good."
"What do you mean, Mom?" he asked.
"Well it isn't thick," she said. "And it isn't creamy like yours."
"I guess I'm a lot better than him at it," he nodded proudly.
"Yes, darling, you are," she said.
But she wasn't through with him. She couldn't help thinking of all the other delightful things that they could do.
"Honey," she said, "I know so many things that you would enjoy doing. Did you ever have a girl at school, use that string thing?"
"I don't know what you're talking about," Jeff told her flatly.
"Well, dear," she explained, "there is a marvelous way to make it. You just take a long piece of string, and then you put some knots in it. Then you cram that piece of string up the guy's ass-hole who's fucking you. And as he's pumping in his meat, you slip the string out. When the knot comes across his tight anal ring, he gets a big charge out of it."
"I'd like to try that," he said. "But we better go back to my bedroom. If Dad came home, and caught the two of us fucking here he'd kill both of us."
"That's so true," she said. "We must be careful. I know that he would have a fit."
He decided that that would be the only sensible thing to do. And together they went up to young Jeff's bedroom.
"Oh, I forgot the piece of string," she said. . She left him a moment and returned. Sitting on the edge of the bed, he was amused as his Mother made small knots in the long piece of string.
When it was completed, she grinned.
"Well I guess we're ready, dear," she said. "I'll just get on the bed and spread out. Going to enjoy it honey?"
"I know Twill," he assured her.
She got on the bed and spread her legs. And then the action took place.
"Now, sweetheart," he smiled at her, "let's see what the score is."
Straddling her, he began giving her some action.
"Now baby let me guide you in," she said, grasping his penis. It was quite obvious to him, that his mother loved to fondle him. She toyed with his nuts a moment, and then she gripped his penis and guided him.
"Fuck me," she begged.
The cock slid in smoothly. Now she was gripping it tightly.
"That's what J want," she told him. "Yes, baby, fuck it."
The rock-hard cock stabbed in there. He was becoming more and more excited every moment. At the same moment, he felt her fingers prying his tight, puckered ass-hole apart. She was slipping in the knotted up piece of string. It felt good to him, to have her playing around his private parts.
"Oh, honey," she said, "You've got such a nice ass-hole."
"Glad you like it, Mom," he laughed.
Now he was ramming it to her. The fingers playing around his anal area had excited him to no end.
"Fuck me good, son," she begged. "That's what I like. Yes, dear, fuck me."
Driving it in there with a savage force, he began giving her action such as she had never had before.
"Oh I love that," she panted. "Yes, baby. That's the way to do it. Come on, honey, fuck it."
Faster and faster he thrust into her. Every pleasure that he could imagine was there.
"Beautiful," he told her. "That's the way I like it. Now you're doing it. All the way, lover."
The super sensational excitement was continuing. Every thrust thrilled him more.
"Come on, honey," he told her. "That's what I want. Twist your tail for me."
Ann ground her hips around. And her young son Jeff went on plowing his penis into her pussy. He was amazed, how his mother could use her vagina muscles. The girls that he had done it with at high school couldn't match her movements. They would just lie there, and give him a dull fuck. But this wasn't the case with her.
"Oh yes," he told her. "That's what I want. Come on, baby, fuck it."
Faster and faster now he drove into her. And every savage cockstab produced electrical waves of sexual pleasure within his body.
"That's what I like," he told her. "Come on honey, do it."
As the exciting pleasure got him to the point where he was trembling, with delight she began pulling the string out of his ass-hole. Sure enough, as the knot slipped past his tight anal ring, the pleasure tingled up and down his spine.
"How does it feel, honey?" she asked her son.
"Fantastic, Mom," he told her, "I really like that. You've got fucking down cold."
She didn't reply. Instead, she covered his face with kisses to indicate her appreciation and her enthusiasm.
Jeff was a passionate lover, and she knew it. "Baby," she said, "I'm going to milk you in a minute."
He didn't realize the full implication of what she had said, until she ground her hips around some more. Then he got the point. Gripping the penis tightly within her vagina muscles, she squeezed.
"Fuck it baby," he gasped. "Fuck, baby, fuck." Now he was ramming it in there, in solid thrusts.
"Ohhh yes," he told her. "That's how I like it. Now you're doing it baby."
There was no doubt about it, the pleasure that they had enjoyed together as he creamed in his mother's mound was vast.
"Darling," she smiled, "Your father never fucked me like this."
"I guess it's because I'm a chip off the old block," he said. "Only, the part that's good is you."
She kissed him passionately now as he said that. For it seemed as if she was fucking her own reflection, as she matched his cockstabs with pussy grabs.
When they had finished a hot French kissing session, he pulled off her. Then he nestled his head in her bosoms.
"Reminds me of when you were a little baby, dear," she said. "You used to lie on my breasts. I loved it when you nibbled on my bosoms."
"I guess I was a sexy kid then, too," he chuckled.
"You were, dear," she said. "No doubt about it. And I received some sexual excitement too."
"Mom," he asked her bluntly, "What would Dad do if he caught us?"
"Kill us," she said. "He has a vile temper. And he would have an excuse then."
"Why did you marry him?" he asked, "He's really treated you rough hasn't he?"
"Honey," she said, "That's a good question. I've often asked myself why I tangled up with him. I'm sorry I did."
"If you divorce him," he laughed, "we wouldn't have to worry."
"What do you mean dear?" she asked, wondering exactly what he had in his mind.
"Well, I mean," he explained, "we could live on your alimony. And we could fuck all we wanted to."
"What a respectable proposal," she laughed. "Dad would die if he knew what I'm thinking of," he said.
"Well, no dear," she said. "I don't think that would be fair to him. After all, your father is really a very good man. Not very passionate, perhaps, and not very loyal either. However, he has been a good provider."
"He didn't get me a cycle I wanted," Jeff cut in.
"Well, no, he didn't," she admitted, "But dear, a cycle wouldn't be good for you anyway. You'd probably get in some awful motorcycle accident."
"I know how to take care of myself, Mom," he told her, "And don't think I don't."
"Well I'm sure that you think you could," she said, "But really, baby, it is not an easy thing to be out there in all of that terrible traffic."
"You don't have to worry about me none," he said, "I can handle myself."
"I know you can dear," she said.
It was a touchy situation, for Ann Harrington realized that she had stepped across the line of decency. She realized, that in the eyes of everyone she knew she would be considered a terrible individual. That simple act of having sex with her son would be the ultimate evil.
"Penny for your thoughts, Mom." He laughed as he saw how sober she was.
"They're not worth a penny, sweetheart," she told him. "Your mom has been an awful person."
"No you haven't been an awful person, Mom," he insisted, "You just wanted to have some fun. So did I. Don't criticize yourself."
"I can't help it, honey," she told him. "I have to level. I have been despicable."
"That's ridiculous, darling," he said.
Now he was massaging one breast and licking the other.
"Oh, Jeff," she said. "If you could just consider this one night of love and never ask for any more."
Jeff didn't reply. He let his tongue slip around her left nipple, and then he massaged the other breast. She loved the delicate way he handled her. He had such wonderful soft hands.
"I love you so much, honey," she said. "It pains me to think of what I've done to you. You'll probably hate me."
He pulled off her nipple and looked at her in disbelief.
"Hate you for loving me?" he said. "What kind of sense does that make?"
"Oh, baby," she said softly, "you still don't understand. You've got to get out there and find girls your own age. It's that development that you need. It's that hit and miss that you've got to go through. If you have me here, you won't go out and look for yourself."
"I've been around Mom," he said. "And I'm tired of all those cheap, two-timing double-crossing cunts at school."
"Oh dear," she said, "I wish you wouldn't refer to members of the opposite sex with that word. That's awful."
"Well, it's true," he said. "You don't know how disloyal some of those dames are."
"Dear," she said, "It may come as a big shock to you but a lot of men have not been known for their loyalty. Among them, is your father."
"Does Dad play around a lot?" he asked in a low voice.
"Well I'm sorry to have to tell you honey," she said. "Dad does play around a lot. He's a very disgusting man."
"Well, I think he is too," he said. "And every-time I think of him stepping out on you and making you feel miserable it burns the hell out of me."
"Well it burns the hell out of me too, honey," she said, "But I don't know as there is much that I can do about it. I just have to accept a lot."
Just then she heard the front door open. "Oh, damn it," she snapped angrily, "I've got to get back there."
She hurried out of his room, without a stitch of clothes on her body. She slipped into the bedroom just in time. Fortunately for her, he had gone to the kitchen to get a drink of water. When he came in, he was all apologies.
"Honey," he saidi "Can you forgive me?"
She paused for a moment. She knew, if she made it too easy on him he would be suspicious of something.
"All right," she said, "I'm sorry I insisted you do anything. Whatever you want to do, dear, is all right with me."
"I would just like a simple fuck," he said. "I guess I'm just like a hundred million other guys on Saturday night. I want to get my rocks off."
"All right, dear," she said, parting her legs in preparation. "Let's have a ball."
It didn't take long now for the two of them to get together. He got his clothes off in a hurry when he took a look at his wife's naked body.
"I see you're keeping your pussy warm for me." He smiled at her.
"Right on, dear," she said, massaging her vagina through it.
He saw it moisten, and little realized that it was the remains of what his son's sperm had done to her. Instead, he imagined it was her own sensual excitement at the prospect of getting to have sex with him. His eyes, glued on her vagina.
"I guess I do turn you on, don't I?" He smiled at her.
She nodded, and patted her pussy.
"Come on, honey," she said. "Prove what a pistol you are."
He straddled his wife and she gripped his ass-cheeks. She parted them tenderly, and let her hands slide down between the crack in his ass. He loved the feel of Ann's playing with his prostrate gland.
"Yes," he told her, "I like that. That's how you do it, honey. Oh yes. Keep that up."
The pleasure was building every moment now.
"Come on, honey," he told her. "That's what I like. Now you're doing it, honey. All the way."
The sensual excitement that was building up in his body was carrying him to the brink of orgasm.
"Come on and fuck it," he told her. "Fuck back, baby."
He drove into her in a rapid thrust. Her vagina muscles gripped his penis tightly. Now he was pumping it to her in vigorous jabs.
"Fuck me," she begged him. "Fuck me, baby, I want it."
In and out he rode her.
"Oh, yes honey," she told him. "I like that. Now you're doing it, lover. Keep it up."
It wasn't going to take much longer now and he knew it.
"Oh, fuck it," he gasped excitedly. "Fuck, baby, fuck. Now you're doing it. All the way."
Harder and harder he rammed it into her. Her hands ran up and down his back. He loved the feel of her hot hands on his back. And then she reached down to grip his bottom.
"Grab my ass," he told his wife.
Ann grabbed Ted's ass-cheeks. She gripped them tightly and squeezed them. He loved the feel of her hands there. To add to his delight, she sensuously slipped a finger up his tight anus. He loved the feeling, as she thrust forward.
"Beautiful," he told her. "That's what I like. Come on, baby, do it."
He was becoming more and more excited every second.
"Oh fuck," he told her, "Fuck, baby, fuck."
It wasn't going to be much longer now and he knew it. This was what he had waited for. Real action.
"Come on, honey," he told her eagerly. "That's what I want. Now you're doing it. All the way." Her fingers slid all the way up his ass-hole.
And this prompted him to thrust faster into her hot vagina. The coils of her vagina gripped him tightly and squeezed. The milking motion produced electrical waves of sexual excitement up and down her husband's spine.
"Fuck it off," he told her. "Fuck, baby, fuck."
It wasn't going to be much longer now. He knew it. He rammed in there vigorously. She loved the feel of his jiggling balls on her mound, as he fucked fast.
Suddenly, he juiced.
"I'm coming," he cried excitedly, "Yes, baby, I made it."
The hot sperm juice flowed into her. She was turned on now, all the way.
There was no doubt about it in his mind, about the pleasure that he was experiencing. It was a fantastic pleasure, such as he had never experienced before.
She looked at him with love and admiration.
"Sweetheart," she smiled up at him, "I have really enjoyed this. It's a lot of fun, to get all of this action."
"I know what you mean," he told her, "It really is a lot of fun."
There was no doubt in his mind now about how beautiful she was. He was sorry, that he had been so difficult with her.
"Honey," he told her, "You are a super fuck. I really enjoyed screwing you."
The pleasure that he knew now was great. If there was one thing he wanted from his wife it was her love and adoration. He was getting it in spades.
"Sweetheart," she smiled at him, "Let me tell you something. You gave me the best fuck tonight you've given me since our honeymoon."
Vividly recalling their honeymoon, and the first time that he plunged his penis into his wife, he kissed her all over her face. She loved this adoration and sensuality. And he had found his wife at last.
CHAPTER TWO
The next morning at breakfast, Ann Harrington did everything she could to conceal the fact that she was nervous. Nevertheless, she dropped an egg on the floor and her husband asked her, "What's wrong, honey?"
"Oh, nothing," she said quickly glancing at her son Jeff who had just walked into the room.
"How are you this morning, Mom?" Jeff smiled.
It bothered her, that he was so flip about it. She realized what a dangerous position she was in.
"Well I'm just fine, dear," she said, "Just fine."
There was no doubt in her mind, about what the score was. It was easy for her to see how difficult it was to be living with both men.
"I'm going to go out for breakfast," Jeff said.
"Where are you going, dear?" she asked.
"Yes, Jeff," his father asked him. "Where the hell are you going?"
"Well, my buddy asked me over to breakfast," he said. "Alan. You know, he lives down the street."
"Of course I know he lives down the street," his father said, "What's wrong with you this morning? You have a rough time last night?"
"No," he said, "I had a good time."
It was obvious to his father something was bothering him. But little did he realize precisely what it was. If he had any idea what the score was, he would have had a fit.
When he was gone, and Ann Harrington was left alone with Ted, he began talking about his son in a very personal manner.
"You know I'm worried about Jeff," he said. "I never see him with many girls. Usually, he's talking about pursuits with fellows. Not that I'm worried about him that way, but I just think it's time he grows up, if you know what I mean."
"He has plenty of socializing," Ann cut in quickly. "What do you want him to do? Do you want him to be a stud like yourself?"
"Well I would be glad if he was." Ted smiled. "I think I'm pretty good at sex, don't you?"
"Yes," she admitted. "You are pretty good at it. But I don't want him playing around as much as you like to."
"How do you know I like to play around?" he laughed.
"Now look honey," she said, "I was not born yesterday. I know what the score is, and don't think I don't."
It was obvious to Ted that he had better not continue in that vain very long. After breakfast, he dismissed himself to go and play a game of golf. Shortly later, Jeff came in.
"Where did you go, dear?" she asked him.
"Oh, what's it to you?" he asked her. "You and Father are back together again."
"What do you mean?" she asked, eager to know if he had stood by their door and discovered that they had wild sex after Ted finally came back home.
"Last night after Dad came home," he told her flatly, "You and the old man really fucked up a storm."
"So you were listening?" she said sadly. "Oh honey, I wish you wouldn't do things like that."
"I've listened before," Jeff said. "I've listened to you beg to do things with him, And he didn't want to do them either. Remember the time you asked him to sixty-nine?"
"Why that was almost a year ago," she said, "This is awful. That means that you've been listening to us since you were fifteen-years-old."
"Sure I have," he said. "And I know what the score is too, Mom. You're a real sexy woman, and Dad's a square."
"Your father is nothing of the sort," she said, "He is a bit difficult at times, and we have our fights. But dear you must realize I loved him or I wouldn't have married him."
"Your marriage is almost on the rocks," he said. "But you won't admit it. I'm sure he's playing around with someone else."
"How can you be so sure?" she demanded.
"Well I've seen that secretary look at him when I've been in his office," he said. "And believe you me, she knows where it's at."
"Joyce is no competition for me," she said.
"She really isn't, Mom," he said. "And that's what burns me. I think he's doing everything with her. I think he's eating her pussy."
That did send a cold chill through Ann Harrington. She had tried to get some pussy action from her husband for such a long time that the thought of him doing it with another woman was outrageous to her.
"What makes you say that?" she said in a syrupy, nice tone.
"Well," he said, "call it male instinct or call it anything you want to. But that is my feeling."
"Ridiculous," she said. "Perfectly ridiculous."
Even though she didn't want to believe it, she knew that what he had said might very well be true. When he left later that day, she had plenty of time to think about it. By the time that her husband had come home from playing golf, she was eager to riddle him with questions.
"How's Joyce these days?" she asked.
"Oh she's fine," he replied.
He tried to change the subject as quick as he could. This further aroused her suspicion.
"Is she still with her husband?" she demanded.
"Why all this curiosity about her?" he demanded.
"You didn't answer my question, dear," she said.
"Look," he said, "I don't pay any attention to my employees' love life."
"I'm sure not," she said. "Is she still with her husband?"
"No," he admitted.
"Just what I thought," she said. "Joyce is a little slut. And if she doesn't have a man to take care of her she will find one. I know her only too well."
"You've got a nerve to talk about her like that," Ted said flatly. "She's a good girl."
"Well it's too bad she met you if she's a good girl," she said, "because she won't be a good girl for long."
"Honey," he told her, "you've got the most suspicious mind of anybody I ever saw."
"No I haven't," she said. "I'm just on to you and your tricks. You're not to be trusted."
"Well, that's nice," he said, "No "marriage can be successful if there isn't trust."
"Do you consider our marriage successful?" she demanded.
"Sure I do," he said. "We have a nice son, and you have a nice home and your own car. What more do you want?"
"Plenty," she said nervously. "I want a decent life. No matter how difficult it is for you to realize, I have respectability on my side."
"Respectability?" he shrugged. "When did all this happen? It certainly wasn't in college, when you used to go to those weekend orgies."
"I never went to an orgy in my life," she covered herself quickly.
"That's a big fat lie and you know it," he told her. "You used to love to go to orgies. As a matter-of-fact, if you want to know the truth of it that's where we met."
"Do you have to remind me?" she said. "It isn't very romantic."
"Romantic or not, sweetheart," he told her, "that's the truth. Now you are pretending to be Miss Clean. Well, get off the virgin act."
"I'm sorry, dear," she said. "If you have to recall those ugly things, maybe I should remind you of a thing or two."
"What are you going to bring up?" he asked. "My blind pig operation?"
"Well, well," she said, "You remember that."
"Sure I do," he said, "I had to get some money, damn it. You were pregnant, and Jeff was coming along. How was I going to take care of him if I didn't do something?"
"And so," she told him, "you pursued what came naturally to you. You had to pursue gambling and sex. And I remember all of the horrid things that I heard in that bedroom, next to that hustler that you were selling."
"We're real nice people aren't we?" he said angrily, "having to bring up all the crap."
"Well, honey," she said, "I began doing some thinking last night. When we were first married, you used to eat everything. Now, I can hardly get you to lick it."
"So," he said, "do you want to sue?"
"Maybe," she said, "if I could get enough to live on for Jeff and me."
"What makes you think you're going to get Jeff if we do split up?" he demanded.
"Well I think it would only be natural for him to be awarded to me," she said. "You certainly couldn't set any example for a young son. You believe in doing everything wrong."
"So we're back to the good guys and the bad guys," he said. "And naturally I'm the bad guy. Look, you've been on my back for a long time today. Sunday is supposed to be a day of rest. You're making it a nightmare day. I'll be glad to go back to the office."
"Of course you will," she smiled smugly. "Of course you will. You want to go back to her. Well, I hope you both have a marvelous time."
"Don't worry," he told her. "We will!"
They looked at each other with an angry glare. Just then, Jeff walked in.
"The kid shouldn't hear us arguing," Ted said. "Why don't you try to give a pretense of decency anyway, Ann."
"You bastard," she said, "Talking to me like that."
Jeff didn't pay any attention to them, he just went up to his room.
"He heard us," she said. "Naturally, you and your big mouth blabbing all over the place. How could the poor kid not hear us? I'm really disgusted with you."
"Save it for yourself. If anybody is disgusting, it is you."
There was no doubt about it, Ann and Ted were about ready to split up. And the only reason that she didn't go further was the fear that she had in her heart that Jeff, her beloved son, would be removed from her.
"Do you still have that doctor that you have a crush on?" Ted asked her slyly a little while later when he was sure that they were alone.
"I don't know what you're talking about," she said quietly.
"Oh yes you do," he said. "That notorious would-be pretender who was later found out to be a fraud. You thought he was a doctor, and so did a lot of other easily impressionable women. But I smelled him and I was right. He was a damned phony. And you had an affair with him."
"I certainly did not," she said. "And I don't know how on earth you could say such a thing."
"Oh yes you did," he told her. "Let's be honest. You had a wild thing going for him. All the while, I kept my mouth shut."
"Well it's the first time you ever did," she said, "I guess you were so stunned by the fact that some man could care for me that you didn't care to talk about it."
"No," he said. "I was amazed at the Doctor, I thought he had better taste than that."
"Will you quit carving at my ego," she said. "I've had about all I can take of this."
Ann walked away from her husband. She was indeed troubled and hurt. She went down the street to a girlfriend's house and when she found her alone she began confiding quite a few things in her.
"Doris," she said, "you don't know what I've just been through. Ted is playing around with his secretary. You know, that little slut Joyce. The one I told him he shouldn't hire."
"That girl with the oversized bosoms?" Doris asked curiously.
"That's her," she said. "But the bosoms aren't hers. They're silicone jobs. I recognized them immediately."
"How absurd for her to make herself look so ridiculous with those huge, hanging things," she said. "Imagine paying for a job like that."
"Well it was one of those cut-rate deals," Ann explained. "She had to go down there to Tijuana, for a weekend. And it looks like Tijuana, too."
"I have a girlfriend," Doris said proudly, "Who had a nip and tuck face lift and her bosoms improved. I mean they were sagging, and she went to a doctor and he fixed it so they won't sag anymore. She pulled her husband back, by doing all that."
"Well I'm not at that stage yet," Ann Harrington told Doris. "And I hope I never am. When I get that old, I will be satisfied to let the old boy fuck who he will. I'm sure, it will just be some slut."
"Why?" Doris said.
"Well he has bad vibes if you must know," she said. "It's amazing, that I've been able to live with him all of these years. I've had to be a tower of strength. No matter what was happening, I had to be strong. It was not easy, you can be sure."
"You poor darling," Doris said. "You have been through so much. I've got to give you credit for one thing, you've taken it on the chin. And you haven't let anything get you down."
"I never will," Ann said quickly. "I'm always going to come up slugging. I would just like to get my hands on Joyce."
"It's marvelous to see that you care that much for Ted," Doris said, admiring her.
"It isn't that I care that much for Ted," Ann said. "It's just that I can't stand the thought of him picking up with her and dropping me."
"So that's the story," Doris said, seizing on the bit of news with delight. "Happens every day. Don't let it throw you."
"Well, I'm not going to give up," Ann said. "A divorce would be out of the question. He doesn't make enough, to give me the kind of alimony I require."
"And then there is Jeff," Doris reminded her. "Somebody has to think of him."
"That's true," she said. "And I think so much of the dear boy, I wouldn't let his father have him for the world."
"Well, that's usually who the judge awards the son, to," she observed.
"I know," she said, "Isn't it dreadful?"
"Yes it is," Doris told her.
There was no doubt in Ann's mind about what the score was. She was grimly aware of facing the loss of Jeff. That was what was motivating her at this point to take such a personal concern in the divorce.
"You know," she said, "my friend Rosemary found lipstick on her husband's shorts. That's a sure sign something has been going on."
"Maybe the lady at the laundry kissed them." Ann laughed.
"It sounds like an invention some playful husband would make up," Doris said. "You know men are such bastards, I don't see how we put up with them. They are so difficult. They don't take enough baths and they leave their dirty socks and shorts lying around. They are so terribly naive when it comes to politics and religion. Yet, that's all they're preoccupied with, that and sports."
"Well I've been a football widow all the time since I married Ted," Ann said. "His face is glued to that set from the beginning of football season to the end. I used to think there would be some relief after New Years day, and then they invented the super bowl."
"It's really a panic, isn't it?" Doris laughed. "And all we women want to do is go to an occasional fashion show or do a little shopping,"
"For a little bubbles like diamonds," Ann laughed. "Mentioning diamonds, I have put some money down on a good-sized locket."
"Good for you, dear," Doris told her. "I'm putting my money into silverware. I figure I can always melt the silver, in case things get tough."
"What would men do if they didn't have women like us to spend their money for them. They would probably invest in absurd things."
The two women were looking at each other now and laughing. It was obvious to Ann what the score was.
"You know honey," she said. "We are delighted with this situation. We have watched, what has happened. And we have been more than a little pleased to see what has taken place."
"You mean this sexual equality movement?" Ann asked Doris.
"Right on, dear," she said. "We women have equal rights. When a man wants a good fuck, to use a word they use all the time, he goes to a bar and gets one."
That triggered her thought.
"Tell me, Doris," she asked, "Have you ever tried that equality?"
"If you mean going to a bar, dear," she said. "Yes!"
"I've got to hand it to you honey," she said, "You really are something."
"Yes I am," she admitted, "And just to prove how unprejudiced I was, I thought I would enjoy a little black cock."
"There's no such thing as a little black cock," Ann laughed. "They have mammoth penises so I've heard."
"Well," Doris said, "It is true. They are huge. And they know how to use them. I guess getting a white woman sort of turns their balls on."
"You have such a nice way of putting it," she told her.
She left, and decided that she would try a little bar action herself. Going back home, she noticed her husband was gone. There was a note saying not to worry about fixing dinner for him. Ann figured that probably Jeff would be home. But to her surprise, he wasn't. There was another note, saying that he had gone out on a date. That got her. Ann decided that she was going to have some fun if it was the last thing she ever did. She went to her bedroom and looked through her wardrobe. She thought she would find something, that would mark her as a slut. If she could wear a bright red dress and make a few passes at the right moment, she calculated she could get some action.
She did not calculate incorrectly. For, at the right moment she got what she wanted. Stepping into a bar, with her telltale red dress on, she sat down beside a Latin gentlemen. He spoke with a South American accent, that turned her on. But he also spoke in the language of love. He was pressing his leg against her thigh, as he asked her softly, "Can I get you something to drink?"
"Well, how nice," she said. "I am rather thirsty."
"You look thirsty, honey," he smiled knowingly.
The bartender came over, and was delighted to see a couple who might be drinking quite a while.
After they began drinking, he introduced himself.
"How are you, baby?" he said. "My name is Carlos. And, what is your name?"
"My name is Ann," she said softly.
"Ann," he said. "If you don't mind my telling you, you are a beautiful woman." vl know I am," she smiled. "And I hope you don't think I'm egotistical for acknowledging the fact. But I believe in being honest, and putting it on the line."
"Well that's nice," he said, "I admire a woman who has the guts to talk like you're talking now honey."
"Baby," he smiled, "How would you like to go to bed with me? You look like you need a good screwing."
"Does it show, Carlos?" She smiled at him.
"All over, honey," he told her. "And I want to do something about it. It isn't right for a gorgeous woman like you to be left wanting anything."
"Bless, you, baby," she said, "I feel the same way. I would love to have something to do with you. But I am a married woman."
"Well, I'm a married man," he said. "What has that got to do with love?"
"Oh, you Latins are awful," she said. "Just terrible."
"We're awful good at sex," he said. "And I know just the place to take you. Waterbeds and color TV movies. You know what kind."
"I'm afraid I do," she said. "I have seen them advertising those films."
"If I may be so bold," he said, "why are we wasting time here making this bartender rich?"
"I shouldn't do this," she slurred, the liquor getting to her. "But I will."
"Of course you will," he told her, "because you want it as bad as I do."
"That's true," she admitted. "I do want it as bad as you do."
Together they left the bar after they had paid the disgruntled bartender who had hoped that they would stay there for hours.
"Should I go in your car, Carlos, or follow?" she asked him.
"Makes no difference," he said. "Just so we get to that motel, baby."
Their eyes were hot on each other now, and they were madly fond of each other.
"Baby," he told her, "Let me tell you something. You are really too much."
It was obvious to her what the score was. And it was equally obvious to him how she reasoned.
"You're a beautiful baby," he told her. "And I have all the respect in the world for you."
"Honey," he told her. "Let me tell you something. The first time I laid eyes on you, I knew you were good enough to eat. And, baby, I want to let you know with all my heart how juicy it's going to be."
"Carlos," she said, "You're real sexy. What am I supposed to do?"
"Did you ever go down on your husband before?" Carlos teased.
"Why, I would never do such a thing," she told him.
"Well, you're going to do everything with me," he told her, "Cause I'm going to give you explicit instructions."
They went into the motel after he had signed in under a phony name. Then she saw the huge water bed.
"Now take off all of your clothes," he said, "so we can romp on that big king-sized water-bed."
She did as he told her. She realized, that he was being very bold and assuming an awfully lot. Nevertheless, it only added to the excitement that she was feeling throughout her body.
"Oh, Carlos," she said as she began slipping out of her clothes, "I feel guilty doing this."
"Don't, honey," he said. "Just take off everything."
Carlos watched closely as she removed her clothes. When she came to her undergarments she stopped.
"What did you stop the strip show for?" he demanded.
"Oh I don't know," she said. "Guess I'm getting cold feet."
"Well, I'll have to help you then," he told her. Coming over to her, he began slipping her clothes off.
"Now, honey," he told her, "Don't you be nervous about a thing. I'll just pull your panties down and help you with your bra."
He slid her panties off and then eased off her bra.
"Oh sweetheart," he smiled, "what delicious looking breasts you've got."
Saying no more, Carlos began licking. She loved his wet, sticky tongue as he slapped back and forth with his tongue.
"Keep it up baby," she begged him. "Yes, that's what I like. Now you're doing it. That's right. Oh, love me."
He was feeling excitement that he had never felt before.
"Come on, baby," he told her. "That's what I want. Do it."
The excitement was building. Now, he reached down and toyed with the elastic waistband of her panties.
"We're going to take it off, honey," he said. "We're going to take it all off."
He ripped off her panties and felt her ass-cheeks.
"Oh, sweetheart," he smiled, "I can't wait to fuck you."
Carlos hadn't undressed. She was eager to see what he looked like in the buff.
"Take off your clothes, honey," she told him. "Go ahead."
It bothered her that Carlos was so shy about it.
"Oh, I don't know," he said. "I ... I just don't like to."
"Now, Carlos," she said, "I suppose you want me to turn out the lights."
"It would help," he said shyly.
She got a big charge out of the fact that he could so easily let her strip, yet it was a bit difficult for him.
"You're a big baby," she said. "I'll help you undress."
He flicked out the lights as she began unbuttoning his shirt. Then she unfastened his trousers and unzipped his pants.
"Honey," he told her, "it really feels good when you touch me."
Electrical thrills zipped up and down his spine as she gripped his proud, hard penis. She let her fingers massage it lightly.
"Feel good?" she asked.
"You bet it does," he told her. "Real good!"
The pleasure was mounting every moment now. He could hardly stand it.
"Keep it up, honey," he told her. "Keep it up."
She continued playing with his penis, and then she reached down and cupped his balls in her hand.
"Oh, I like that," he told her. "Yes, baby, that is fantastic. Keep doing it."
He wasn't going to stop now for anything. He was enjoying it immensely.
"Oh, baby," he told her, "that is fantastic. Do me.
The sensational pleasure that he was discovering now was increasing.
"Come on, sweetheart," he told her. "That is too much."
The super pleasure that Carlos was deriving from her touching him increased when he ordered her to drop to her knees.
"Why should I?" she demanded. "I'm equal."
"I never said you weren't," he said. "I'll drop to my knees and worship your pussy. But now I want you to eat my cock."
She decided it might indeed be fun. She dropped to her knees and pulled Carlos' gigantic male member to her lips. Then her hot tongue surged out and she began licking the head of it.
"Oh, that feels good," she said enthusiastically. "I like that. Yes, baby, that's real nice."
The pleasure was building in her body. Every moment she was becoming more and more excited and stimulated.
"Oh honey," she told him. "I really like that. Yesss, now you're doing it."
It wasn't going to be much longer now and she knew it. As he pumped into her mouth, Ann became more and more excited.
"Beautiful," he told her. "That is just right. Lick the head of it. Dip your tongue in and let it slide on that small slit."
She found the head of his penis with the tip of her tongue. She dipped in lightly.
"Ohhh, baby," he groaned in delight, "that feels fantastic."
He pushed it to her and as he said the word fantastic, she thought of her son. It tormented her to think of Jeff. She enjoyed Jeff's big cock more. Carlos was an experienced older man. Part of the pleasure that she had experienced with her own son was the fact that he was so young. The fact that he was so virile. She knew she couldn't expect a thick, creamy load from Carlos' cock the way that she could from her son.
Grasping her head, Carlos guided himself into her.
"Oh, sweetheart, suck it," he told her. "I want that baby. Now. Do it."
He was enjoying it more every moment. The hot action was building.
"Oh, all the way," he said. "I'm going to give you the deep-throat action."
Pumping it to her, he let his balls ride her face.
To her surprise, and somewhat to her horror, she found herself enjoying being in this position. She delighted to the feel of the gigantic male member shoving into her. Passionately, he thrust forward.
"Oh, baby," he told her. "This is fantastic. I love this. Yess, that's the way to do it."
The pleasure that he now knew was great.
"Yes, baby," he told her. "That's how you do it. Come on, honey, do it."
It wasn't going to be much longer now and he knew it. The hot pleasure was building to a creamy blast.
"Eat my cock," he told her. "Eat it, baby. Now you're going to get it."
She could feel him start to juice. And the taste of his sperm load spurred her on.
"Oh, honey," she groaned in delight, "This is fantastic. Now we're fucking."
He pounded it into her with fierce force. She was enjoying it more every moment.
"Yes, baby," he told her. "That's the way I like it. Oh, honey, you're flipping me out."
The sensational pleasure that he was obtaining at this moment was almost more than he could stand.
"Beautiful," he told her. "That's what I like. Yes, beautiful baby."
Suddenly the hot white sperm creamed in her mouth. She gulped.
"Eat it," he told her. "Eat it, baby. That's it, honey. You're going to get it in a minute."
Suddenly the white sperm flooded her mouth. It wasn't as creamy, and it wasn't as thick as her son's. This troubled her. Nevertheless, she did enjoy it. She played with his balls, massaging them vigorously as he finished fucking her face.
When he pulled his huge shaft out of her mouth, he complimented her.
"You give good blowjobs," he told her.
"Thank you, Carlos," she said getting to her feet.
He looked at her, hungrily.
"You are a beautiful woman," he told her. "Very beautiful. I enjoy having sex with you."
"Why, thank you, dear," she said. "It was a lot of fun. Now, turn about is fair play. It is your time to get to your knees. And then you will enjoy yourself."
Before Carlos got to his knees, he decided that he would turn on the TV to see if he could get the fuck films that he had paid for.
"What's wrong?" she asked him when he was toying with the back of the TV set.
"This damn set won't work," he complained. "It sure burns me up."
"Oh, that's too bad," she said. "You ought to do something about it."
"I will," he said. "I'll complain to the manager."
He picked up the phone, and called the manager.
"The set in our room doesn't work," he exploded.
"We'll send someone out to take care of it right away," the manager said.
They both, put on their clothes. Then a sexy blonde girl wearing a tight-fitting, white mini-skirted outfit came to their door.
"Is this where the set doesn't work?" she asked.
"This is it," he said.
Opening the door, he got a load of her. It really made Ann up tight. Sending someone like that to repair a set.
"What's wrong with it?" the blonde asked.
"Well I don't know," Carlos said. "I just can't get a picture or anything."
"Let me check it out," she said.
She went over to it, and the first thing she did was follow the cord. She went over to where the cord was supposed to be plugged in and laughed.
"You haven't got it plugged in, honey," she said. "You can't get much juice this way."
"Oh, I'm sorry," he said. "That was my fault."
"Think nothing of it," she said. "We deliberately pull them out, as they take juice even when they're not on if they're plugged in. So with the energy crunch and all, we've had to be real careful."
"I see." Carlos smiled, glancing at her firm ripe breasts.
The girl wiggled out of there and then Ann Harrington told him. "That's some kind of a person to send around for a TV set.
"I'd sure like to plug it into her anytime," Carlos smiled.
CHAPTER THREE
Carlos was delighted when the television worked. He turned on the fuck films that he had paid for and watched them. The first picture to flash on the screen showed a man laying backward, at the edge of the bed. All you could see was his sliding penis shaft and his balls. That is, except for a woman's behind. The long-haired girl with the bikini white ass-cheeks was slipping up and down his shaft.
"Oh, that looks good," he said. "How would you like to try that, honey?"
"Well, why not dear," she told him.
It didn't take Ann Harrington long to get into position. Carlos lay so his legs were draped across the edge of the bed. Then, grasping his penis, he looked at her invitingly.
"Just slip your pussy over that, honey," he told her. "And we will have a good fuck."
Now he looked up at her. Her bosoms were bouncing, and he grasped her ass-cheeks.
"Come on, honey," he told her. "That's the way to do it. Now, baby, fuck it."
The excitement of the moment was driving him out of his mind with delight. He looked up, and caught sight of her bosoms bouncing. This made him real excited.
"Come on, honey," he told her. "That's what I like. Yes, baby. Now you're doing it. Let's have a good time baby."
It wasn't going to be much longer now and he knew it. He loved to watch the television screen as well as Ann's ass bobbing up and down in the reflection in the mirror. Grasping her ass-cheeks he squeezed them.
"How does that feel, honey?" he asked her.
"It hurts when you grab me like that," she told him bluntly.
"Does it hurt good, honey?" He smiled at her.
"Yes, baby." She nodded.
The pleasure that he was deriving at this point was increasing.
"Come on, baby," he told her. "Now you're doing it. That's what I like. Come on, baby, let's fuck."
The excitement that was being generated at this point was building. Every moment he was getting more and more stimulated.
"Hang in there, baby," he told her. "That's what I want. Yes, baby. Now you're doing it."
Faster and faster he pumped it to her. And every moment he was becoming more delighted, more excited. She loved the feel of his long, hard cock slipping in there.
"Oh, baby," he told her, "That is a fantastic sensation. Keep it going."
He didn't have to give her much encouragement as she was enjoying it so much.
"Yes, baby," he told her. "That's what I like. Keep it up."
Faster and faster he plunged it into her. And with every cockstab, she was obtaining more pleasure, more delight.
"Oh, yes," he gasped eagerly. "I like it just like that."
As Ann pumped up and down on his penis shaft, she began thinking of what it would be like to be a whore. She envied the role of the whore, realizing that she was always faced with a new situation. A new man. A new love.
"Baby," he said, "you're not with me."
He gestured before her face, running his hand back and forth in midair.
"Oh, I'm sorry," she said.
"Do you slip off like that often?" Carlos asked blankly.
"No," she said. "I was just thinking of what it would be like to be a hustler."
"Well, take it from me," he told her, "You'd make a mighty good hustler."
Carlos began worrying for a moment. He wondered if Ann would think of charging him.
"But free sex," he reminded her, "is a lot more fun than fee sex."
Ann laughed at the way he put it. Then, gripping his penis tightly in her vagina, she began putting some action into her own movements.
"That's what I like," he told her. "Yes, baby, that's what I want."
He was going to town now in hard-driving jabs.
"Oh, baby," he told her, "that's what I like. Now you're doing it. Come on sweetheart, fuck it."
It wasn't going to be much longer now and he knew it. He could hardly stand it.
"Oh, yes!" he told her. "I like that. That's wild fucking."
Faster and faster he pumped in there. And every moment the pleasure was becoming more intense, more stimulating.
"Oh, baby," he told her, "that's what I want. Now you're doing it. All the way, honey."
It wasn't going to be much longer now and he knew it.
"Yes," he said enthusiastically. "That's what I like. Now you're doing it. Oh, honey, I love this."
The super sensations that they were enjoying at this point were creating all kinds of sensations within her body. Carlos reached forward with his hands and began pinching her nipples.
"Turn on, baby," he told her. "Turn on."
She churned her ass around and the thrill raced through his body.
"Now let's roll over," he said. "See if we can roll over without slipping my cock out of your pussy."
Carlos rolled over. He managed to keep his cock in her vagina. She gripped it tightly and began milking it with strong movements.
"Oh, fuck, baby!" he told her. "Fuck."
There was no doubt about it in his mind, he was getting fucked royally. And as she persisted in her movements, he got hotter and hotter. Now he was on top, "Play with my ass, honey," he told her.
Reaching down, she gripped Carlos' firm, round behind. She slid her hands between the crack in his ass.
"Yes," he told her. "That's what I like. Come on, honey, do it."
The exciting action was building. Every moment he was becoming more and more stimulated.
"Fuck it, baby," he told her. "Beautiful. That's what I want. Come on, sweetheart, fuck it."
It wasn't going to be much longer now. The intense delight that he felt at this point was remarkable.
"Ohhh, yes," he panted. "That's what I want. Oh, sweetheart, fuck it."
He knew it wouldn't be much longer till he juiced. And this was the moment he was waiting for. He could hardly wait to feel it shooting into her.
"Ohhh, sweetheart," he told her, "we're almost there. I love this."
Indeed, Carlos was thrilling. His wife was very religious and very inhibited in her sexual responses to him. And this was what he needed. A woman who wouldn't hesitate to give him excitement.
"How about sticking a finger up my ass-hole?" Carlos smiled at Ann.
Ann dipped her finger up his tight anus. He loved the feel of the finger sliding in.
"Ohhh, yes baby," he told her. "That is beautiful. Now you're doing it. All the way."
The super pleasure that he was obtaining at this point was remarkable indeed.
"Ohhh, baby," he told her. "I love that. I'm being fucked and you're being fucked."
Glancing at the TV screen, she said, "everybody's getting fucked. Look at the picture now."
It was an interesting picture, indeed. For it depicted a man, standing. There was a small black cushion, where the woman was kneeling. Grasping her ass, the man was fitting his penis into what appeared to be her ass-hole.
"Would you like an ass fuck?" Carlos asked with a laugh.
"I should say not," Ann said. "The ass wasn't made for fucking."
"It can be used for it," Carlos said. "I enjoy a good tight ass fuck now and then."
"Well, you're not going to stick that big plunger up my ass-hole," she told him. "I just won't take it."
He went on ramming it to her from the front and didn't worry about it.
"Well I'm getting my ass fucked with your finger," he told her, "but I'm enjoying sticking it up your tight pussy. You better believe it."
Now he was pumping it into her with wild glee.
"Fuck faster, baby," he told her.
Glancing down, he looked at her huge bulging breasts. He liked the sight of the big red nipples.
"Oh, baby," he said, "it's so wonderful to have you in my arms. I love the feel of your flesh. And I love being inside you."
"It's the most intimate connection there is," she said. "I like it too baby."
He was really giving it to her now in solid, driving thrusts.
"Yes, baby," he told her. "Keep fucking. Now you're doing it. That's what I want. Come on, honey, give it to me."
The excitement that he felt at this moment, was almost more than he could stand.
"Oh, I'm coming," he cried eagerly. "Yes, baby, I am making it."
The super sensations that surged through his body now climaxed. She felt the thick juice spurting into her vagina.
"Milk it," he told her. "Yesss, baby, milk it."
She twisted her hips around and the hot juice flooded her vagina.
"Yes, baby," he told her. "I made it."
There was no doubt about it, the sensational pleasure that they were enjoying now was increasing.
"Oh, baby," he told her, "you are too much." They looked at each other with love and adoration.
"Oh, honey," he told her, "now you're right on.
When they had completed their sex act, they looked at each other. He was pulling it out, and smiling at her.
"Well, we really know each other now, don't we," he grinned.
"Yes we do," she said.
He went to the bathroom, and decided he would take a shower.
"Want to join me in a shower?"
"Why not, Carlos," she said slipping off the bed and joining him in the bathroom. He turned on the water, until it was the right temperature.
"Step in, baby," he told her. "Ladies first."
"I'm no lady," she said. "I'm just an easy fuck."
He laughed with her as they took the shower together.
"I always like to have a woman washing me off." Carlos smiled at her.
She washed his chest first, and then went down to his balls and his cock.
"Now, baby," he said, "wash that cock real good."
"You don't have to worry about me none," she told him. "I know how to give a good cock wash."
Her hands moved back and forth on the soap as she gave him a workout.
"Ohhh, that's so much fun," he told her. "I just love it when you play with my penis."
Now he reached down and began washing her vagina.
"It is a lot of fun to play with each other," she assured him. "I'm enjoying this too."
As he went on massaging her, Ann was becoming more and more excited.
"Now, baby," she told him, "turn around and I'll wash your ass out."
Turning around, she reached up there to feel of his buttocks. He loved the sensations that her fingertips were creating.
"Oh, honey," he told her excitedly, "you sure know how to excite me. You are fantastic."
He was enjoying it so much now he could hardly stand it.
"Oh, baby," he told her, "you are too much."
They were enjoying this immensely.
"Now, sweetheart," he told her, "I'll tell you exactly how to do this."
She used the soap to slip a finger up his ass-hole.
"That feels real good," she told him.
"And I'll do it to you now," he said.
Turning around, she bent over a little. Then his hands gripped her ass-cheeks. He massaged them vigorously, before he finally slid his finger up there.
"Oh I like that," she said. "That feels real groovy."
Indeed, she was enjoying it.
"Oh baby," she told him. "You don't know how good it feels to me when you do that."
She was wiggling back on the finger. Then, grasping her ass-cheeks roughly, he suddenly plunged his penis there.
"Stop it, damn it," she complained. "I don't want you to do that to me."
Pulling away from him she let him know in no uncertain terms, that she wasn't going to let him do that.
"Sorry about that baby," he told her. "I guess I got carried away."
He smiled at her and she smiled at him.
"Now what do you want to do, sweetheart?" she asked him. "Some more weirdo acts?"
"Let's go back and see what they're doing on the TV screen," he said.
They went back into the bedroom, and then he saw more of the pictures flashing across the screen.
"Look, baby!" he told her. "That is a great position."
The man was lying on his back and the woman was mounting him. She was gripping his penis as if it were not that intimate hunk of flesh but some hard object. Grasping it tightly, she was guiding it into herself.
"Say that looks like fun," she said. "Want to try that?"
"You bet your sweet ass I want to try it," Carlos assured her.
He lay on his back and it didn't take her long to get into position.
"Ohhh, yess," he said as he felt her reaching out and gripping his penis. "I think I'm going to enjoy this."
Suddenly the rock-hard cock plunged in there.
She was becoming more and more excited now.
"Yes," he told her, "that's what I want. Do you approve?" He smiled at her.
"You bet your life I do," she said. "This is the kind of action I have needed for a long time."
He was driving into her with a savage force. Reaching up, he was massaging her bosoms at the same time.
"Yes, baby," she told him, "that's what I like. Now you're really fucking. Keep it going, honey."
She was getting some of the best action that she'd ever gotten. And she was enjoying it immensely.
"That's the way to do it," she told him, "Fuck, baby, fuck."
Pounding it into her with hard thrusts, he was enjoying it more every moment. With desperation, he gripped her ass as she bounced up and down too quickly.
"Now, honey," he told her, "that's a just a little bit too much."
He was steadying her carefully as she did her thing. As she gazed at his cock pensively, she got a big charge out of him too.
"You really like to fuck, don't you?" she laughed.
"It's delicious excitement, isn't it baby?" he told her.
"You bet it is," she agreed.
She felt he was possessing her. And she likes this. As his penis thrust into her, Ann realized that at this moment there could be no more intimate connection.
"Am I doing it all right?" she smiled.
"Excellent baby," he said. "You really know how to fuck."
She smiled at him as a sense of satisfaction spread through her body. She only wished that her husband, Ted, could give her fucks like this. But she knew that he couldn't. He was too busy with his office secretary.
"Fuck it," she told him. "Give it to me."
His eyes were ablaze as he went on thrusting. The heavy penis really stimulated her.
"Yes, baby," she told him, "that's what I like. Come on, honey, fuck."
She looked at Carlos, and his dark-flashing eyes stimulated her. His olive skin appealed to her. She liked the hair on his chest. She enjoyed his thrusting action. He was full of excitement and full of cream. It was that cream that she wanted to get out of his balls.
"Fuck it," he told her. "Yesss, baby, fuck."
Thrusting hard now, he was coming closer and closer to that moment.
"Oh, honey," he told her, "that's what I want.
Keep it up. Keep it up, baby."
Ramming it to her in hard-driving thrusts, he suddenly exploded. As she felt the hot cream flashing into her she juiced too.
"You made it, baby," he told her. "Yesss, right on target."
She was so happy to be free of the insults of her husband. She had performed her sex job well. And he appreciated it.
"Yesss, baby," he said. "Keep twisting that ass around."
She wouldn't have stopped for anything. She was enjoying herself much too much. When she completed the act, she slowly slid off him. She felt thrilled to have his seed in her body.
"I bet your husband thinks you're a fantastic fuck," he told her.
"Sorry to say, darling," she told him bluntly, "my husband thinks I'm an awful fuck. Isn't that terrible?"
"It sure is," he told her. "You are a fantastic woman."
"I wish he thought so," she said.
She turned off the television. Then she went back to him.
"You know, honey," she said, "we would be considered awful people."
"I know that," he told her. "And I don't like to think about it."
"Well, now and then we have to think about it," she said. "Why do you like to have sex on the side? Can you answer me that?"
"Sure I can answer that," he said. "My wife is inhibited. There are a lot of things she won't do with me."
"That's terrible," she said. "Why should it be that two people can't do anything?"
"That's what I try to tell her," Carlos explained. "But she was brought up very religious, and it is hard to make her understand."
"That's very sad," she told him. "It really is. The body was meant to enjoy. Every part of it."
"I'll tell you one thing that I would like to have her do," he explained.
"What, dear?" she asked him.
"I'll tell you," he said, "If there is one thing I like, it is when a woman sticks a finger up my ass-hole. I really enjoy that action."
"I want to tell you something," she said. "Something that I really shouldn't."
"Feel perfectly free," he told her. "Go ahead."
"All right, I will," she said. "But it is something that you will probably hate me for."
"No I wouldn't hate anybody for doing anything," he said.
"All right," she said. "I will tell you."
She hesitated, as she thought about it and then she discovered that she couldn't. At last she blurted it out.
"I'm in love with my own son," she told him.
"What?" he asked her.
"Yes it's true," she said. "I fell in love with my own boy."
"I just can't believe it," he said. "I never met anyone in my life who had sex with their own children."
"Well you're meeting someone now," Ann said bluntly. "And it happened in the strangest way."
"Well, tell me," he asked her eagerly.
"All right," she said. "I guess it would do me good to get it off my chest. You see, my husband is not a very sexy man. And I am quite a sexy woman. He never gave me the satisfaction that I needed, and this tormented me. It tormented me more than you can believe."
"I can understand," he told her. "That is terrible."
"Yes, it was terrible," she said. "And it really upset me. I wanted above all things, to have him lick me. I don't know why this passion to be licked seized me. But it did. I just felt I had to be licked all over. Did you ever feel like that?"
Carlos smiled and nodded. He reached over, and let his hand wander over her bosoms.
"Go on, honey," he told her.
She went on talking, and as she did so he looked at her in amazement.
"Well," she explained. "Listen to this. I had troubles, and I mean troubles."
"like what?" he asked.
"Well, after my husband and I had a big fight, my son came down to my room bare naked. He sat there, and I couldn't help but see that huge cock of his. And some how I wanted to make love to him."
"I see," he told her. "You felt that he needed some sex and you wanted to help him out. I guess that's the way you felt about it."
"That is exactly how I felt about it," she explained. "I realized that he needed someone to take care of his sexual needs. And it bothered me to think of some slut getting to make love to him. I adored him. I could give him affection as well as love. And sex without some feeling, some affection, isn't anything."
"I know that," he told her. "That's why I enjoyed having sex with you. You put some action into it."
"Did you notice that, Carlos?" she asked.
"You bet I did, baby," he told her. "And I've got to hand it to you. You really are a good fuck."
"Oh, thank you, baby," she told him. "Thank you so much."
It really excited her to have him talking like that.
"Sweetheart," he smiled at her, "there are so many things I would like to tell you."
"There are so many things I would like to tell you," she said.
As she continued talking, she revealed to him her most intimate secrets.
"There was something sc clean and wholesome about that young cock of his," she told him. "Something about his handsome body that just got to me. I wanted to lick his ass-hole, I wanted to love his balls, I wanted to grab his cock and hang on. I wanted to get love from him. Can you understand that?"
She was toying with his penis as she talked.
"Sure I understand," he told her. "And I don't blame you. You have every right to want some affection, to want some love."
As she looked at him she had to admit to herself, "But not with my son. Although, his kisses were so fresh, so wonderful. He loved to French kiss me."
"Well I've enjoyed French kissing you," Carlos said.
"You know why I'd like to continue this conversation," she smiled at him.
"I have no idea," he told her.
"I would like to get down there between your legs," she said, "and in between sucking on your cock, tell you about my love with my son."
"That is a rather strange request," he admitted.
"Well, I guess I'm a rather strange person," she said.
"Yes, baby," he told her, "you are. But you're wonderful. You are frank and honest in your love."
"All right," she said, "I'm going to get down there and look up. The view from your balls will be fantastic."
She slid down between Carlos' legs. He raised one leg and she slid her hand under his ass-cheek and massaged it.
"You know, honey," he told her, "I like you a lot."
"Do you really?" she smiled at him. She pulled his penis to her mouth and looked at it.
"It's like a big ice cream cone," she said. "Only this one shoots cream."
"That's true, baby," he told her.
The whole idea was appealing to Ann more and more.
"Now, my baby," she said, "has about an eight-inch cock."
"Did you measure?" he asked her.
"Mentally I did," she told him.
Now, she was gently massaging his balls and playing with his cock.
"Honey," he told her, "you don't know how much I am going to enjoy this."
He pressed his thigh against her and nodded.
"Go ahead," he told her, "I know I'm going to enjoy this a lot."
She let her tongue lash at the crown of his penis. He loved it more every moment.
"Oh, baby," he told her, "keep that up. That's what I want."
She was licking at it now with hot desire.
"That's what Jeff-likes," she said. "And some-tims he-likes me to nibble on it, too."
She brought her mouth closer to it now, and then slid over it. As she slid her mouth over his cock, he became more and more excited.
"Ohhh, baby," he groaned in delight, "that is too much."
The sensational pleasure that he was enjoying now was building. He gripped her head and guided her.
"That's the way I like it," he told her. "Come on, baby, do it."
It wasn't going to take long now, as she was going down the length of it.
"Ohhh, Ann," he told her, "listen to me baby. I want you to do different things for me. First, swing your mouth fast up and down. And then vary the speed."
Faster and faster she moved.
"Keep it up," he told her. "Yess, that's what I want. Now you're doing it. Come on, honey."
She varied her speed. And this was giving him more and more pleasure.
"Yes," he told her. "Keep doing it!" .
Her fingers played with his balls while her mouth was moving up and down his cock with understanding, and love.
"Worship my cock," Carlos panted. "Worship it."
She enjoyed it as she squeezed his cock hard. It was hard enough to make him cry, but he loved it.
"Bite like that," he told her. 'Bite it."
It wasn't going to take much longer now, because he was becoming hotter and hotter. She was waiting for that cream and she could hardly wait to feel her tongue flicking it.
"Baby," he said, "swing your body around so I can finger your clit."
She got her body in position so he could tease her clitoris. Thrusting his tongue there, he began licking it.
"Ohhhh, yess," he panted. "What a beautiful pussy."
Her body was riding, now, as he went to town.
"Ohhh, yes," he told her. "That's what I want. Oh baby keep my cock in your mouth."
It was a wild moment as they went to town.
"Fuck me, baby," he told her. "Fuck. That's what I want. Come on, baby, fuck it."
He enjoyed this so much more, then jerking off as he had to do at home. His wife paid little attention to his enormous penis. She thought he was restless, and perhaps evil. And she would not touch it when he would plead for it. Now Carlos was happy. Sure he realized she did some things that were considered pretty bad. But he realized what he was doing wasn't exactly the right thing either. And in their sexual rebellion they were finding pleasure. Now, her mouth was moving in time to his tongue jobs. Keeping their pace together, they continued this sexy sixty-nine. Faster and faster her mouth moved. Soon, they were two frenzied animals going at each other's bodies.
He gripped her ass-cheeks and parted her legs farther. He liked it so much that he couldn't get enough of her. The pleasure was building and building at this point.
As she looked at his balls, it appealed to her. She liked the crack in his ass. She gently teased his ass as she slid her finger around his puckered up anus. Now she dipped a finger in there. If this was what Carlos enjoyed, this was what she determined she would do. At this point, his mouth was buried in her mound. He was sniffing her and enjoying her. He was wiggling his tongue all around. He then returned the favor, by letting his finger slip up her ass-hole.
They continued this now, and were extremely excited.
"Ohhh, baby," she groaned, "eat my pussy. Oh yes! Eat my pussy."
Immediately, she went back to eating his cock. He slipped it to her, and she loved it.
"Yes, baby, yes," she told him. "That's what I want. Do me."
He didn't stop for a moment. The pleasure increased. Now the two of them were almost there. Keeping her eyes open, she watched his ass wiggle on her sliding finger. She enjoyed the thrill of his cock thrusting down her throat as his tongue plunged in her vagina. They were clasping each other tightly. Suddenly the hot cream exploded in his cockshaft. He pulled his tongue out of her wiggling pussy, and pleaded, "Get the juice out, baby! Suck it all out!"
The pleasure that they were deriving at this point was remarkable. She greedily devoured the sticky, white cream.
"Suck it out," he told her. "Get the juice, baby. EAT MY CREAM."
His thick, delicious tasting cream was a treat to her. She gladly sucked it all out.
When she had finished eating him, he went back to doing his thing in her pussy. His hot tongue licked quickly. Then, he could tell she was starting to juice. Nibbling her clit, she gushed. Then he held his face tightly to her as he finished. The pleasure that they enjoyed at this passionate moment was remarkable indeed.
"You know, baby," she said, "I don't get love like that very often. I really appreciate it."
Immediately, it was obvious to her that he did care about her.
"Well, lover," Carlos said, "I don't get action like that either. And baby, there's still some more in there. Do you want to love it some more?"
Of course she did. She seized him eagerly. Then holding his cock, she went to town. She let her mouth slip over it, and she enjoyed it. As the hot tongue pumped in there, she was exciting him as he had never been excited before. She gripped his ass-cheeks and held on. He loved the feeling of her hot hands around his buttocks. She let her mouth move up and down on his rock-hard cock. Then she fingered his balls. He loved this feeling, and once more she let her fingers slide up Carlos' ass-hole.
"Oh, baby," Carlos cried passionately. "I'm juicing again."
Indeed he was. And her mouth was over his prick now. There was no doubt about it in her mind. She loved sperm. And she delighted in devouring a man's juice. Finishing him off, she slid off smoothly. Then she smiled at him.
"Carlos," she said, "thank you for a wonderful time."
"Well, don't think I haven't enjoyed it too, honey," he told her. "I've enjoyed it a lot."
The pleasure that they had enjoyed together, was rapturous indeed. And as the two of them held each other tightly, they kissed.
As Carlos kissed her, she thanked him over and over again.
"Why do you enjoy me so much?" he demanded.
"Because you're understanding," she said. "I don't quite know what you mean," he told her.
"I'll tell you-, " she said. "You are understanding because you care about me. You care about me a lot. And you don't hate me because I have sex with my own son. I appreciate that."
Now Carlos understood why she had become so pleased with him. And it troubled him that his acceptance of her meant that much.
CHAPTER FOUR
When she went back home, she was surprised to find Ted waiting for her.
"Where have you been, baby?" he said. "I wanted to tell you about the good news."
"Good news?" she asked. "What are you talking about?"
"Well, I'll tell you," he said. "We are going to have plenty of good news when we go to Des Moines, Iowa."
"Des Moines?" she said. "What happened?"
"My transfer that I applied for went through," Ted informed her.
"You never mentioned any transfer to me," she said. "I just can't believe this."
"Well it's true," he told her. "And, baby, you and I are going to have a wonderful time. Jeff, of course, will have some adjusting to do. I don't suppose he will like leaving his school friends."
"Ted," she said quickly, "I think you should have consulted us."
"Well, aren't you happy, honey?" he asked. "You've said that you wanted a change. You've said that you were tired of living here."
"It isn't that," she said. "It's that you didn't trust me enough to tell me."
"Damn it," he said, "can't I do anything to please you?"
"Look, dear," she said. "I want you to know that everything between a husband and wife should be on the up and up. Are you going to import your secretary, Joyce?"
"Well, that's what I was coming to," Ted told her. "I was going to tell you that we might take Joyce with us."
"That would be just dandy," she said looking at him with an evil glare.
"You see," he said, "she's divorcing her husband. She knows all about the job, and I don't know how I'd get along without her."
"Are you sure the reason that you can't get along without Joyce is confined to the office-or to the bedroom."
"Are you trying to tell me something?" he demanded.
"Of course I am," she said. "I'm telling you that I'm not going to put up with any of the crap that you are trying to hurl my way. I absolutely refuse to have that girl go along."
Ted got to his feet and paced the floor. Just then, the phone rang.
"I'd like to speak to Ted," a soft voice began.
"Who is this?" Ann Harrington asked abruptly.
"This is his secretary, Joyce," she said. "Am I speaking to Mrs. Harrington?"
"Yes," she said. "You are. And while you're on the phone, honey, let me tell you something. Keep your hands off my husband, because he's mine. I hope you understand."
"Well, I do declare," the girl with the southern accent continued talking. "I don't know what you are saying."
"Well, if I've got to put it bluntly, baby," she said, "I will. Quit screwing around with weak-spined Ted. Whenever he sees a cute little number walk by, he can't keep his hands to himself."
"I have the highest regard for my boss," she said softly. "And I think you are just terrible to talk that way."
"I don't have anymore to say to you," Ann said. "I'll turn you over to Ted. Maybe he can make a date to meet you somewhere."
Ted, who was now red-faced and embarrassed, picked up the phone.
"I'm sorry," he said, "but my wife is upset. It isn't you, Joyce, it's moving."
In the background, Joyce could hear Ann calling out, "It sure is her. I know you're fucking her."
He put his hand over the phone quickly, but not quickly enough.
"Joyce," he said, "Could I call you back?"
"Fire her," Ann shrieked. "And fire her fast. I don't want that little bitch working for you. You get it?"
"You're terrible," he said angrily. "I won't fire her just because you tell me to. You understand that?"
"It's her or me," Ann said.
He had no alternative but to dismiss her. In response, Joyce whispered, "I know she's back of it. And we'll get together, baby. One way or another."
When she hung up, Ann was curious to know what she had said.
"What did the little bitch say to you before you hung up?" she asked him. ""None of your damn business," he told her.
In the days that followed, Ann and Jeff had an opportunity to talk quite a bit while Ted traveled to Des Moines to get his office set up.
"Mom," Jeff exclaimed when he came home from school one afternoon, "I have found me a new girl. Isn't that wonderful?"
Concealing the rage that she felt in her heart, Ann nodded. "Why yes dear," she said, forcing a smile. "I'm happy for you."
"I knew you'd take it that way, Mom," he said. "And I hope you won't mind if I bring home and ball her."
"Mind?" she said. "Why of course not. I think that would be cozy."
"Oh, you're great, Mom," he said. "You're so understanding. I appreciate you so much."
"Well, I try to be understanding, dear," she told him, "Why not? In this world we need people who understand each other."
Suddenly a passionate urge to make love to him seized her. She couldn't control it.
"Jeff," she said anxiously, "Couldn't we have a little sex?"
He knew what she was leading up to, and he was feeling rather horny.
"Well, maybe, Mom," he said. "If you can get me excited enough."
"I don't think that will be difficult, dear," she told him. "No, I don't think it will, be difficult at all."
At this point, she went over to him. She reached down and began feeling of him.
"Ohhh, Mom," he said, "does that ever feel great!"
Now she was unzipping his fly. Before he knew what was happening, she was fumbling around in his shorts and pulling out his penis.
"What a big one you've got," she exclaimed. "Oh, honey, I want to make love to you."
"Let's do it in my bedroom," he told her.
It did look a bit strange, to see Jeff walking down the hall with his mother to his bedroom with his gigantic male member standing straight up. Reaching over, she gripped it and squeezed it.
"Hang in there, Mom," he told her. "Yesss, wait."
When he got into the bedroom, he watched her strip. He couldn't understand why, but he always got a big charge out of seeing her take off her clothes.
"Oh, Mom, do you ever look great! You really have a body that won't stop."
She was reaching under her bosoms to hold them up.
"You like these, dear?" She smiled at him. "You bet I do," he told her. "They are beautiful."
It was obvious to him that she had a gorgeous body. And the whole idea of making love to her passionately appealed to him.
"Oh, honey," he told her, "you are too much."
Massaging her bosoms, he suddenly reached down and tugged at the elastic band of her panties. He caught the moisture starting to form around her crotch.
"I guess you're real excited Mom," he told her.
"You bet I am," she said. "Who wouldn't be with a son like you? Oh, honey, I have such respect for you."
"Well, good, Mom," he told her. "I would enjoy having sex so much."
He was becoming more and more excited at the whole prospect.
"Oh, baby," he told her, "I want to eat your box."
She loved the feel of his hands pulling down her panties. Jeff dropped to his knees and suddenly placed his face next to her vagina. Then, he began licking quickly. When she had stepped out of her panties, it didn't take him long to let his tongue slip over her mound. The hot tongue swept over the mound. And as it licked back and forth, her entire body quivered. Reaching down, she gripped her son's head and held him there.
"Oh, baby," she groaned in delight. "You don't know what you're doing to me. Yes, yes. Love your momma."
His hot tongue flicked in there. The sensations, that they were generating were becoming more and more appealing. Now, she wanted him to eat her. She wanted to juice in his face.
Jeff was feeling equally stimulated. He licked the velvety vagina walls eagerly. His tongue swept around inside of her and suddenly he nibbled. As he nibbled her clit, she became so excited she juiced. It was a moment of hot delight for them.
"Oh, baby," he gasped, "you don't know what you're doing to me. You're really turning me on."
The sensational pleasure that he was deriving from this act was almost more than he could stand.
"Oh, hot momma," he panted as he pulled his tongue out of her. "That was too much."
His tongue was full of her.
"Now, darling," she said, "Momma wants to show you how much she loves you."
Jeff began undressing now. As she watched her strong, sturdy young son take off his clothes her heart went out to him.
"Jeff darling," she said, "I am really hot for your body."
Now he was bare-ass naked.
"Let me just look at you, son." She smiled with motherly pride.
He stood there with his gigantic penis standing up. She looked at his big balls, and then she admired his back.
"Turn around, baby," she said, "and let Mom admire her beautiful boy."
She slapped his buttocks, and then she told him emphatically, "We've got to take care of that great big cock of yours."
Together they stepped over to the bed. Now she told him what she wanted.
"Sweetheart," she said, "what you do now is just straddle Mom. Let your ass rest on my bosoms. That's what I would like."
He accommodated her quickly. He got on the bed, and straddled her. And then, ever so slowly, he began lowering himself. As he lowered himself, she felt his hot ass-cheeks pressing on her bosoms. She loved the feeling of it and then she felt his gigantic penis coming close to her mouth.
"Honey," she said, "let me lick your ass-cheeks a minute."
She let her tongue slide over his bare behind a moment or two.
"Now swing those big balls over my mouth," she suggested.
He let his balls swing over her mouth. Then her hot tongue reached out and she started licking.
"Oh, sweetheart," he gasped excitedly, " I just love it when you lick my nuts."
She opened her mouth and he lowered himself toward her lips. Now his big balls were slipping into her mouth. She licked quickly and Jeff became more and more stimulated.
"Oh, that feels great," he told her. "Just great!"
The pleasure of the big balls slipping in hen mouth was almost more than she could take. Then the hands began massaging the buttocks.
"Beautiful," he told her. "Just beautiful, baby."
The pleasure that they enjoyed now was increasing. The huge cock was pointed at her mouth. Opening her mouth, she let her pink tongue slip out so she could lovingly caress the head of it. Reaching out, she grasped his thighs and squeezed. He loved the feel of her hands on his thighs.
"Play with my ass, Mom," he told her.
She nodded, but she couldn't reply. Her mouth was plugged with the sliding penis now, and she wasn't going to pull off it for anything. That is, until he had creamed in her mouth.
He pumped back and forth now, and she became more and more stimulated. She could taste him start to juicing. This was what she wanted.
"Eat my cock, Mom," he told her excitedly. "Eat me! Yes, eat me!"
She greedily sucked him. As he watched himself thrusting back and forth, he became more and more stimulated.
"Oh, baby," he groaned, "I like that."
The sensations were building now. Every moment, he was becoming more and more excited.
Finally, as the passionate pleasure increased, he couldn't hold back any longer. The sperm load shot into her mouth.
"Suck the juice out," he told her.
She gulped greedily as she finished him.
He still remained hard. She marveled at how long he could sustain his erection. As his penis brushed over her vagina, she reached down to grip it. Guiding it into herself, she felt him lowering his body. Then she thrust her pelvis forward as she twisted her ass around. The penis shaft was securely in her vagina.
"Oh, baby," he told her," I really dig that. Now you're doing it. That's what I want."
The pleasure was increasing. Every moment they were becoming more and more excited.
"Just fuck it," he told her. "Yes baby, fuck! That's what I like."
She let her hands run down his back as he continued pumping into her. She brushed her breasts over his chest and he crushed down on them hard.
"Oh, honey, I love that," she told him. "It feels so good. You're such a stud."
"Am I Mom?" Jeff asked, unsure of himself.
"Oh, yes, baby," she said, "You're such a man. And I have such respect for you."
"And I respect you, Mom," he told her. "Even if nobody else in the world would, I do."
It was strange, how those words hit Ann. As she clawed his back, she became more and more excited. He loved her hands on him. She let her hands slide from his back down to his bottom. Then she gripped his ass-cheeks and squeezed them.
"Oh, Mom," he panted. "I'm coming." Reaching around one ass-cheek, she deliberately massaged his prostrate gland. This was what she wanted to do. She loved the sensations that this action was creating.
There was no doubt about it in her mind, Jeff was quite a character.
As the hot juice flooded her pussy, she felt herself coming too. He was sliding in the lubrication from her vagina as well as his own creamy juice.
Finishing, he withdrew.
"That ought to do you a piece," he teased her.
She looked at him and worried.
"I don't like that look on your face, Mom," he told her.
"Well, I'm thinking about you," she said. "I don't want you doing it with some slut who'll give you a disease or something."
"You don't have to worry about this chick," he told her, "She knows how to take care of herself."
"Well, I do hope so, honey," she said. "Not that I'm jealous in the least."
"Of course not, Mom," he said. "Why would you be jealous?"
"Well if I were silly enough to think of myself as a lover or something," she said. "I might get jealous. But, my real reason for having sex with you was to help you make the adjustment to adulthood."
He laughed, as he thought of her explanation.
"So, what's funny?" Ann asked Jeff.
"Oh, nothing, Mom," he said. "I was just thinking about a joke a kid told at school."
"Well share it with me, honey," she said. "Mother could always use a laugh."
"No," he said. "It isn't worth repeating."
"All right," she said.
She got off the bed and went back to her room. But that night she was doing plenty of thinking. And when the weekend came, the worst years that she had imagined became realities. For she happened to be standing at the window when Jeff was walking home with a girl he planned to ball in his bedroom. It was obvious, that the girl was wearing a blonde wig. She was coarse and cheap looking. She had false eyelashes and some ridiculous eye shadow. Ann wanted to rush right out and tell him what a big fool he was making of himself. But she held herself back. She could tell him later.
She listened as Jeff walked the blonde to the bedroom. Now she was angry. Fury seared through her mind, and tormented her body. Yet there was little she could do. In the meantime, Jeff was having a ball.
"Melinda," he told her, "I want to give you a good balling."
"Well first, honey," she said. "I would like you to use your tongue on my pussy. That's a good way to begin."
"Yes, I think it is," he assured her. "And I'll go right down there and do you."
The pleasure was building now. He could hardly stand it, and she could hardly stand it either.
"Yes baby," he told her. "That is too much."
She was peeling off her clothes quickly, and he was shocked when he discovered she wore no panties. Standing in the hallway, Ann Harrington heard the girl tell her son that she never wore panties. At that moment, Ann felt like barging in and telling her what a real tramp she was. No panties! she thought to herself and shook her head. Next, the girl got on the bed and threw her legs up. Ann could see quite easily, through the door which was slightly ajar.
"Over here, honey," Melinda smiled.
Jeff laughed.
"You're not very shy about it are you?" he teased her.
"Honey," she said, "When you do it like I do it at twenty bucks an hour you'll learn not to be shy."
When Ann Harrington heard that her son was paying this woman twenty bucks for her body, she was outraged. Just as she had been suspecting from the first moment she caught sight of the wig and the false eyelashes. The girl was indeed a tramp. The fact that she wore no panties was proof of that fact. And now, with her bold leg movements, she was enticing Ann's innocent son. It was enough to turn Ann's stomach.
As the girl wiggled about, young Jeff felt less inclined to go after her. It seemed as if she was the man and he was the woman. She was that bold about it.
"Well, are you going to eat me or not?" she asked. "After all, time is money. I don't want to rush you or anything, honey, but I can't stay all night."
"All right, Melinda," he said.
When Ann noticed that her son's cock wasn't even hard, she was delighted. It made her realize that sex to her son meant much more than a naked female body. She realized what a little bit of time her husband would have taken to slip his cock into Melinda's pussy and fuck her good. She was delighted to see her son far more reluctant to pounce on the girl and get his rocks off, so to speak.
"Ohhh, sweetheart," she said, "what a good tongue man you are."
The hot tongue jabbed in there and she was getting more and more excited every moment.
"Now lick my love button, baby," she said, "That's where I like you to lick. Oh, yes, honey, that's the way to do it."
He kept his head buried there and licked quickly.
"Eat my pussy," she said. "Eat my pretty pussy."
To herself, Ann thought, pretty pussy my ass! Just a cheap little slut, trying to get him to give her a speed fuck or suck, so she could get on with another job. It really disgusted her to think of him putting his sweet, handsome face over her rather used mound.
Ann could easily see that the girl had plenty of sex mileage.
"Ohhh, honey," she exclaimed. "You got me there baby."
Ann didn't believe it for a minute. She thought it was one big act and her young son Jeff would probably be so excited that he wouldn't even notice that it was an act. Repelled, disgusted and outraged, she felt like barging in. She put one foot in the door, and fortunately neither Melinda nor her son Jeff noticed it. Then she changed her mind and pulled her foot back and continued listening to what she could hear in the hallway.
"Keep it up, baby," Melinda said. "Maybe you can get a little more juice out of the well."
He continued and finally withdrew his tongue.
"Now, honey," she said, "how would you like to pump your great big cock up there?"
"Oh, I'd like that fine Melinda, baby," he said.
She looked at him and realized that he wasn't hard.
"Are you an impotent male or something?" she asked him.
"Well, no," Jeff apologized. "But I don't know what happened to that thing between my legs."
"Well, I'll swing down there and give you a quickie blowjob," she said, "just to get it up. Then, you can plunge it into me, or better still I can grab it with my pussy and give you a wild workout. How does that grab you?"
"It sounds like fun," Jeff told her.
Ann shook her head and watched. She was furious, to think that this woman's mouth that had probably slipped over hundreds of cocks, was now sliding over her son's huge penis. It was swelling, sure enough. It was instinct, and instinct alone, that was making this possible. She realized, it must be working on a reflex basis, as he couldn't be turned on with such a cheap slut. The fact that she had big swinging bosoms wasn't enough to conceal the fact from Ann what a real tramp she was dealing with.
The woman's mouth moved vigorously, her cheeks sucking in. Ann felt maybe she was a sperm gal. And she figured perhaps she wouldn't pull off in time, if she was that eager to get the cream.
She got a surprise when she saw Melinda slipping off his penis. Gripping it, she asked him quietly, "Do you want I should fuck you? Or do you want to be on top?"
"Doesn't make any difference," he said.
She seized his penis and, straddling him, let it slip into her. As Ann watched, she thought it was a ridiculous thing. She had never been so disgusted by anything that she had seen. She couldn't stand it any longer and she barged into the bedroom.
"Well, you're not much of a slut if you ask me," she said. "Or you would let him get on top. You're going to get him adjusted to aggressive females."
"Who's that?" Melinda demanded.
"That's my mom," he said sheepishly.
"Yes," she said, "I am Jeff's mother. And I don't think I've ever seen a more disgusting sight in my life."
"I'm splitting this scene," the woman said as she slid off his penis and began hunting for her clothes.
"You don't wear underwear, honey," Ann said.
"So it won't take you long to get dressed, will it?"
Jeff looked at his mother and glared.
"You'll thank me later, dear," she said. "You don't know what I've saved you from."
Finally, the chick was about ready to go. Then she said softly, "Jeff, could I speak to you alone?"
"About the money?" Jeff said loud enough so his mother could hear.
"It isn't worth anything," Ann exploded, "As a matter-of-fact, you should be paying him. You're probably giving him a dose of clap of worse."
"Mom will you be quiet," he said angrily. "That's no way to talk to her."
"I know her kind," she said. "And I wish you would leave me alone."
"Here's your money," he said, handing her twenty dollars.
She didn't say thank you, but turned away readily.
When Jeff was alone with his mother, she did some quick invention.
"I just happened to be walking down the hall, son," she explained. "And I heard what was going on. And as I glanced in, I was sure that was one of the girls that I had seen in the picture in the paper."
"The paper?" he asked his mother.
"Yes," she said. "The newspaper. I was sure that I saw her being picked up in a vice raid in a massage parlor. Then, they check the girls out and said everyone of them had VD. I do hope that you haven't picked something up."
"You really saw that, Mom?" Jeff asked eagerly.
"Would I lie to you?" she demanded.
"Yes, you would," he told her bluntly.
"Well that's true," she said. "I probably would lie if I felt it was necessary. But this is no lying or no laughing matter. I don't want you bringing a lot of syphilitic idiots into this world."
Strangely, Jeff suddenly felt grateful to his Mother. And his sympathy pulled him tighter to her. She was delighted that she had scored a victory. She went over to him and embraced him lovingly.
"Oh, darling," she said, "I'm so glad you understand what I did to protect you from that horrible creature."
"Thanks, Mom," he told her. "I really appreciate it."
"By the way, where did you pick that slut up?" she asked him.
"Well, she works at one of those bars," he said. "I guess she's a cocktail waitress or something."
"Well that's a nice type of person to be dealing with," she said. "Half of those cocktail waitresses, hustle on the side."
"Do you really think so Mom?" he asked her.
"Of course, dear," she said. "I had a girlfriend named Vera who used to work at a bar. And that's what she was doing to make extra money. Nothing against it, if that's the type of life they want to lead. However, dear, I don't want you tangling with such trash."
As she said that, she reached down and stroked him.
"Mom," he said. "Could we do it standing up."
"Why not, dear?" she said. "That should be a lot of fun."
She slid out of the clothes she was wearing in short order. And then he threw it into her. As she felt it sliding into her, she threw her legs around him.
He grabbed his mother's ass-cheeks as she thrust her legs around his waist.
"Oh, baby," she said, "you're so hard tonight."
"I guess it's because you turn me on, Mom," he said. "You really are a lot better than that chick."
"I should hope so, honey," she said. "That's not a compliment."
"You're the tops," he told her. "How's that for a compliment?"
"Oh, honey," she said lovingly, "you don't know what you do to me."
As he thrust it to her, he massaged her bottom. She loved the feel of his hands on her ass as he stabbed away. She tightened her thigh grip around his waist.
"Oh, look," he said, "Look at that, Mom."
She turned to the mirror to see the reflection of their bodies. It was a fantastic reflection, all right. For her legs were around her son's waist. And his huge cock was stabbing in and out of her vagina. She was gripping it tightly and he was going out of his mind with delight.
"Oh, Mom," he panted, "I'm coming! I'm shooting, baby!"
The hot, white cream exploded. She ground her hips around as he finished fucking her.
"Oh, baby," she moaned. "You don't know what you're doing to me. This is too much."
At that very moment, she felt herself suddenly coming, too. Now he had the double lubrication. The lubrication from his own shooting cock as well as his mother's warm vagina.
"Oh Jeff," she panted, "Always fuck me. Don't ever leave me, baby. Don't ever leave me for some cheap tramp like that."
"Don't worry, Mom." Jeff told her. "I'll never leave you. I love you. You give me what I need.
Oh, Mom."
She was peppering his face with kisses as he concluded his cockstabbing action.
Finally she unwound one leg from around his waist and stood on the floor. Then she slowly eased the other leg off him. Now he pulled out of her.
"I feel vacant without you, darling," she said. "When you fill me up with love, it flips me."
"I feel the same thing," he said. "No one could understand this but you and me."
"You are so right, Jeff," she said. "This must be our secret. You must never tell anybody. They couldn't appreciate what we have found."
Jeff was delighted to talk to his mother like this. Now their souls were communing, as well as their bodies. It was a strange and torrid moment for the two of them. And certainly no one else could understand. But to Jeff, and to his mother, Ann, it was love. A pure, blinding kind of love.
As she walked across the room he looked at her.
"You have a gorgeous body," he said. "And when I think of Dad not giving you the action you need, it makes me sick."
"It makes me sick, too." she admitted.
The two of them were madly in love with each other. And it was difficult for them to understand what he meant.
"Honey," she said, "There are many reasons that we must keep our love a secret."
"Well I know the big one," he admitted bluntly, "I'm not afraid to tell you."
"What do you mean, dear?" she asked him.
"They would call me a dirty, rotten mother-fucker."
She went over to him and slapped her hand over his face.
"Jeff darling," she cried, "what a foul thing to say."
"Mom," he said when she removed her hand, "I'm sorry."
Indeed he was sorry, as he realized he had hurt her. He hadn't intended to, but he had. Lovingly, tenderly, he put his arm around her and whispered, "I love you, Mom."
Those words burned in her mind as she turned her head up to see him.
"And I love you, Jeff," she said. "And I always will. Nothing can ever change that."
"I know, Mom," he said sadly, realizing for the first time the depth for which she cared for him.
"Promise me one thing, Jeff baby," she told him. "No matter what ever happens in our lifetime, that you'll never hate me for this."
"No, Mom." he said soothingly. "I could only love you. Because you are loved."
Saying that, the two of them walked together to her bedroom. Without saying a word, he lay beside her on the bed. And they fell asleep in this position.
CHAPTER FIVE
In the days that followed, Jeff and his mother got to know each other quite well. At morning breakfast, about a week later, Ann Harrington admitted to her son, "I don't care if your father never comes back dear."
"Mom," he told her, "you shouldn't say such a thing."
"Well, I can't help it, dear," she said. "Things have been so calm since the bastard's gone."
"He is my father," he reminded her.
"Don't remind me," she told him. "I've been trying to forget that for some time."
Reaching over to Jeff, she explained why she felt as she did.
"Your father was playing around with his secretary," she said. "And he didn't have enough action left over to satisfy me. And, if he had satisfied me, you wouldn't have heard the argument. Then, you wouldn't have come in and made love to me."
"Well, you shouldn't be mad at Dad for that," he said. "You should thank him."
"You do have a point there, honey," she told him. "Actually, you are right."
"Of course I'm right," he said. "You have taken a very narrow-minded attitude toward Dad."
"Maybe I should thank him," she said. "Getting us together has been a most wonderful thing."
"Mom," he told her. "I have found me a girl."
"You have found what?" Ann Harrington demanded in shock.
"I've found me a chick," he said. "Oh, nothing serious. I'm too young for that, but I'm just the right age for some fuck action."
"You do speak bluntly to your mother about such things," she said.
"You're not only my mother," he insisted, "you are my lover. And I thought I ought to let you know, that I have found someone I want to share my love with as well as you."
"Well it's nice to know I'm not tossed on the junk heap, honey," she said. "What's this little girl. I hope you didn't find her at a bar."
"Oh no, Mom," he said. "She goes to school with me."
"Is she pregnant or something?" she demanded. "Now, Mom, why do you start off like that?" he demanded.
"Well, I'm sorry, dear," she said. "But from what I've been reading in the papers lately, about half the girls in school are pregnant these days."
"It isn't that bad," he said. "And I can assure you she's not in the pregnancy class yet."
She said, "And I certainly hope you don't put her there, if you know what I mean."
"I know very well what you mean, Mom," he told her. "And I think you are being disgusting."
"Well, I don't think so, honey," she said. "I think I'm being realistic. And if you could be realistic for one moment, dear, you might come to your senses."
"Look, Mom," he said, "I am old enough to govern my own life. And I don't want you talking that way about a girl I am very fond of."
"Dear me," she said. "This sounds desperately serious."
"It is, Mom," he told her. "And I don't want you to get uptight about it. Understand?"
"Well, if you think I'm going to flash green with envy over some little high school twat, you've got the wrong idea. As a matter-of-fact, honey, I was beginning to get bored with you myself."
This was the farthest thing from the truth, but Ann Harrington was fighting fire with fire. He looked at her, startled.
"Why do you mean, Mom?" he asked her.
"Oh nothing, dear," she said. "But if there are any loose studs around the high school, let your Momma know."
"You mean you'd carry on with another young guy besides me?" he demanded.
"Well, you're going to be carrying on with another woman besides me."
"That's different," he said. "I got to find me another girl to fuck besides my own Mom."
"Well, then, I've got to find me another young man to fuck besides my own son," she said eagerly. "What's the pickings like, sweetheart?"
He gulped and looked at her angrily. The very thought of another young high school student besides himself having sex with her tormented him.
"What's the matter, dear?" she asked. "Cat got your tongue?"
"No, Mom," he said. "I just didn't have you figured that way."
"I'm only human, honey," she said. "Take me down off that pedestal, baby. I have feet of clay."
"I'm seeing that you have," he said angrily. "And I don't like it."
"Well that's too bad baby," she said. "Cause that's the way that it is."
It was becoming more and more clear to him what the score was. And as he listened to his mom talk about it, he got angry.
"I'm getting disgusted with you," he told her.
"Well, I'm getting disgusted with you, son," she snapped. "The way that you're acting just isn't right."
It was evident to her, that she had him exactly where she wanted him. And she continued carving away at his ego.
"When you're in the shower, sweetheart," she smiled, "check the good action out. You know, the studs who are well hung."
"That would be nice, Mom," he said, "for me to be taking a survey of the guys' cocks in the shower at gym class. I could always tell them I was checking their cocks for mom."
"Well, I hope that you do, dear," she said. "I wouldn't want to have them think you were checking them out for yourself. That would be awful."
"Well, you don't have to worry about that," he said. "I certainly am not interested. But if you want me to pursue that for you, I will."
She was a bit amazed at the show of force with which he said that. She figured that he would drop plans for taking out his high school chick he was going on about. Instead, it worked in reverse.
"Now, Mom," he said, "we will find you some stud. Some well-hung stud, who has a cock out to here. That's what you're interested in, isn't it?"
"Yes, dear," she said. "The longer the better."
"Do you care if it's a white guy or a black guy?" he asked her.
"I'm not prejudiced," she smiled. "Just get me some good cock meat."
Once more, young Jeff was nervous.
"I need a drink," he told her. "Certainly, dear," she said. "What do you want?"
"What's left?" he asked. "Since Dad has been gone you've been drinking up all of the booze at the bar."
"Yes," she said. "Just thinking about him turns me to drink. It's his fault you know."
She went over to the bar and reaching underneath, found a bottle of whiskey.
"We still have this big bottle of whiskey, honey," she said.
"Well, it looks half empty to me," he observed.
"Well, dear," she said, "you certainly aren't going to drink any more than that, are you?"
"No," he told her. "It's quite obvious to me what a lot of drinking you've been doing."
"Does that bug you?" she demanded.
"Well, I just don't want you to turn into an alcoholic," he told her.
"Never you mind about that, honey," she said. "Mom can take care of herself. Now as I was saying, I would like an athlete. Maybe a black athlete would be good. They're always horny, aren't they, honey?"
"I haven't observed," he said.
"Well I have," she said. "I used to go with a black athlete in college. That was long before a lot of other people did."
"Right on, Mom," he said. "But how would I ever bring a guy over here and tell him I wanted him to fuck with my own mother?"
"Well, you do have a good point there, honey," she said. "That will require a little strategy. Why don't you tell him that your mother and father are out of town. And tell him that a beautiful girl you know would like to have sex with him. You can tell him that I'm a divorcee. Divorcees have a reputation for wanting it because they're used to it."
"What are you talking about, Mom?" he asked, not quite understanding what she meant.
"Well, sweetheart," she explained. "It's simply this. Once a person gets used to sex on a regular basis, they can't do without it. And divorcees who have been well screwed during their marriage must have sex. It's like a drug."
"And that's what you want me to say about you?" he asked.
"Yes, dear," she said. "You can always say I'm addicted to sex. That I'm a divorcee who needs it badly. And, I will do most anything."
"That's the truth," he said. "You are really quite a woman."
"Now I'll get on a good disguise," she said. "I'll wear false eyelashes, like that cocktail waitress that you dragged back here did. Then, I will get me a wig."
"It's just lucky for you," he said, "that none of the kids at school have met you."
"Well, that's true under these circumstances," she said. "And it's wonderful with your dad being away."
"You know, that's true," he said. "He would have a fit if I brought a chick home."
"And I am willing to let you do most anything," she said quietly.
"Well, that's because you're afraid of blackmail," he said.
"Blackmail?" she gulped. "What are you talking about?"
"Well, I could cause you a lot of trouble," he told her. "Because you aren't supposed to have sex with your own son. Right?"
"Dear me," she said. "What a mind you have."
"Well, that's true isn't it?" he demanded.
"It's not at all true," she said. "Really, dear, you have the mind of a criminal type."
She refused to talk much more about it, and young Jeff was left with a challenge. When he went to school the following day, he decided that he would talk about sex to a young black athlete who was taking a shower next to him.
"Hey, Tyrone," he told him. "Have you had any good ass lately?"
"No, but I'm looking," Tyrone said. "Could you introduce me to a good piece?"
"Yes, I could," Jeff informed him. "I know a divorcee, who is really strung up on men. She used to have an old man who fucked her box all the time. Then, the old man took off and she divorced him. Now she's so hot for it, that I can't keep up with it."
"Well, my big old hammerhead will take care of her," Tyrone laughed.
Glancing down between Tyrone's legs, Jeff couldn't help observing what looked like a long, black snake.
"How long is that thing?" Jeff asked curiously.
"Are you asking for yourself or someone else," Tyrone chuckled.
"For someone else," Jeff laughed. "Namely that divorcee."
"Groovy," he told him. "It's seven and a half inches soft, and nine and a half long. How does that grab you?"
"Well, it doesn't grab me," Jeff assured him. "But I'm sure it will appeal to this divorcee. She's what you might call sex hungry."
"Well, I'm looking for somebody who's sex starved," Tyrone assured him. "Cause I want to get some action in. When can we set this up-and where?"
"Well, Saturday night," Jeff said. "I got a nice, sticky date with Debbie. And I thought I'd fix you up with her."
"Where you all going to go?" he asked.
"Well, we're going to do it at my place," he said. "Cause my mom and dad are out of town."
"Well, how long are they out of town for?" he asked.
"Oh, they'll be gone for three or four days," he assured Tyrone.
Tyrone's balls itched at the prospect of having some wild sex.
"Well, that sure sounds groovy to me," he assured Jeff. "Yes, I'd like that a lot."
It was all arranged for Saturday night. And his Mother was delirious with excitement at the prospect of wearing her wig, applying the false eyelashes and some makeup.
"Did you tell him what my name was?" she asked her son.
"No I didn't," he told her. "I knew you weren't going to give your right name and I figured out that you could use any name you chose."
"How about Pearl for purity?" she smiled.
"I don't know," he said. "Use any name you like."
"Well I thought that was very clever," she said. "Ruby would sound too sexy. Ruby is red."
"Oh, Mom!" he said. "You're too much."
"I think I am," she said. "But apparently I'm not enough for you. Because, you've gone out to find another woman to cool your fire."
"Don't take it as a challenge to your body," he said. "Sure, I dig you. I dig you a lot. But you're making this much too personal."
Now he was really excited.
"You know, Mom," he smiled at her. "I've got to hand it to you. It takes guts to act the way you do."
"Well, thank you, dear," she said. "I accept that as a compliment."
"You would," he told her.
When Saturday night came and young Jeff introduced his mom to the black athlete, Tyrone, he smiled and almost burst out laughing.
"Tyrone meet Pearl," he introduced her.
Fluttering her eyelashes, and stroking her rather bulky wig, she smiled.
"Pleased to meet you, Tyrone, honey," she said.
"Won't you like to join me in my bedroom for a drink?"
"I sure would Miss Pearl," he said. "If you'll excuse me, Jeff and Debbie."
"Why, naturally." Debbie smiled.
When Debbie and Jeff were alone, Debbie couldn't help commenting, "You know she's a very strange looking woman. She looks a little bit like you."
"Isn't that remarkable," he laughed. "People have always commented about Pearl and me."
"Yes," she said. "She couldn't be any relation to you could she? like an aunt or something?"
"No relation at all," he said, "Just the friendly neighbor lady who needs somebody to cool her fire, so to speak."
"I hope you've never had anything to do with her," Debbie said. "Because she's an older woman!"
"Why, naturally not, Debbie," he said. "What kind qf cat do you think I am?"
"Well, you never know," she said. "I used to go with a kid named Jim who said he would stick it in any old port."
"I know what you mean," Jeff nodded. "But I'm not that kind. I wanted somebody special like you to get friendly with. That's why I picked you out special."
"You flatter me," Debbie smiled.
"Well, I'm trying awfully hard," he laughed.
Debbie didn't know whether she should laugh at that or not.
Now Debbie was removing Tier clothes.
"Sweetheart," he smiled, "are you that horny? Can't you wait till I get you in the bedroom?"
"Well, we run around nude all the time at my house," Debbie explained. "My folks belong to the Adam and Eve nudist colony."
"Oh, I heard about that," he said. "That's where everybody runs around naked."
"That's right, honey," she said. "And every part of my body is sacred and beautiful. There is nothing impure, nothing that isn't lovely, and nothing that you shouldn't see."
"I couldn't agree more," he said as he got a close look at her firm round breasts.
"You like these?" she smiled at him.
"I sure do," he said. "But I'd like to uncrate them in the bedroom if you don't mind."
Once they were in the bedroom, she eased out of her skirt. She had some see-through panties that really turned him on. Bending over, he caught a wisp of her hair that stimulated him.
"Oh beautiful," he told her. "That is just beautiful, baby."
He was so stimulated now he could feel his penis juicing.
"What would you like to do, dear?" she smiled at him.
"I would like you to do me," he said.
"Well, how, honey?" she said. "I want to do whatever would make you happy."
"To plug your mouth with my penis would make me very happy," he told her.
"Why, of course, dear," she said. "My daddy-likes that a lot."
"What?" he demanded. "You mean you do that with your daddy?"
"All the time," she said. "Daddy's real good at it."
"Oh, that's awful," he told her. "You shouldn't do that."
"Well, why not?" she demanded. "There's nothing wrong with that."
"Oh yes, there is," he told her quickly. "It is wrong. Wrong."
He realized how difficult the situation was now. Here was a mother fucker, talking to a father fucker. And he was becoming confused.
"Well, Debbie," he said. "Let's see how good you are at giving blowjobs. You say you give good head?"
"The best," she said, "At least daddy said I was better than all the rest."
"I wish you wouldn't mention your Father," he told her, "That is a little nauseating for me to take."
"There's nothing nauseating about it at all," she said. "As a matter-of-fact, daddy's long cock is a delight."
He figured he better not argue anymore.
She dropped to her knees and pulled his penis to her lips. As he felt her hot tongue lashing it, he could envision her having sex with her father in the same way. It bothered him. Then he thought about his mother doing it to him and he felt perhaps it was an equal evil.
"Eat me," he smiled at her.
"Not so fast, honey," she told him. "You got to build up to it. That's what daddy says."
"Don't bring him into it anymore," he said nervously. "I'm sick and tired of hearing about you doing it with someone-else."
"Well, you don't think I'd only have sex with you do you?" she stammered.
"Well, I suppose not," he admitted.
"I should say not," she told him. "I want to have a ball with every guy that I can."
"That's what makes you so very popular on Saturday nights, isn't it?" he said angrily.
"Well, that and a lot of other things," she said. "I just guess they think I'm a nice girl."
"Yeah," he said. "Start sucking my cock."
He told it to her like it was. He wanted her to tend to business. She was giving him the mouth action he loved. Now he kept his mouth shut and let her fasten her lips over the head of his penis.
"Beautiful baby," he told her. "Just keep that up. Yes, baby, I like that."
She let her mouth slip rapidly back and forth over his cockshaft.
"Oh, I love that," he told her enthusiastically, "Yesss, baby, that's beautiful."
Harder and harder and faster he kept it up. Now, he reached down and gripped her head. He held her in place, while he stabbed vigorously.
"Bat it," he told her. "Yesss baby, eat me."
It was sensational pleasure, such as he could hardly believe.
"Ohhh, WOW!" he gasped excitedly. "That is too much. Keep it going, baby."
It was sex as he never dreamed possible. He could hardly stand it now.
"Oh, honey," he told her. "Now you're doing it. All the way baby. That's the way I like it. Keep it up, honey."
Faster and faster he plunged it into her until he exploded.
"I'm juicing, baby," he told her. "I made it."
At the same time, in another bedroom, his mother was having a ball.
"Well, Tyrone," she observed, "you're very well hung. How many inches is that thing?"
"My long, black snake, Pearl, is roughly nine and a half inches."
"Is that soft or hard?" she asked.
"That's hard, honey," he told her. "And, baby, when I fuck, you know it."
"Well, I can imagine with a thing like that stabbing into me," she laughed.
"Will you like it?" he asked her.
"Well, who wouldn't, honey?" she teased him.
He was getting hotter and hotter now to do it to her.
"All right, sweetheart," she smiled. "Let's get cracking."
At this point she became more and more stimulated.
"Baby," she said, "I want that great big cock of yours. I want it, like I've never wanted anything else."
"Well, you're going to get it, sweetheart," he told her. "And I'm going to be the man to give it you."
She looked at him, and suddenly he was grabbing. She was naked now. So as he stabbed his gigantic male member into her, she threw her legs around his waist just as she had done with her son. Tyrone's big black hands reached out and gripped her ass-cheeks.
"Oh, baby," he panted. "This is going to be a wild time tonight. I see you're one of those turned on divorcees."
"You better believe it," she said. "Sock it to me Tyrone."
Tyrone pounded it into her and she loved it as she felt it slamming into her pussy.
"More, baby," she told him. "I want every inch of that big cock of yours."
Faster and faster he pounded it into her. He was enjoying it now more every moment.
"Come on, baby," she panted. "That's what I like. Come on, honey, fuck me."
She brushed her breasts over Tyrone's black chest.
"I'm going to lick those nipples," he said, bending over.
He couldn't bend over far enough, in this position.
"When I pull this big: black cock out of you, honey," he told her, "then I'll give you some action."
She enjoyed every second of his action. When he finally did pull out, she was amazed that he hadn't shot yet.
"I like to save that big explosion until after I've done a lot of other things," he explained.
He carried her over to the bed and she spread out.
"I like to lick," he said.
He wiggled his tongue in the air, his eyes ablaze with sexual excitement as he looked at her body.
Then he began playing with her bosoms. She loved the feel of his hot tongue on her bosoms.
"Oh, Tyrone baby," she told him, "That is fantastic. Lick me. love me. Now you're doing it. Yes, baby. Yes, baby!"
His hot tongue was going to town now. Every moment he was more excited.
"Oh, sweetheart," she told him, "I love that. Oh, honey, fuck me. Fuck me fast. Fuck me good."
The rock-hard cock was stabbing in there now. Every moment was more pleasureable to him. "Oh, baby," he told her, "I can't stand this.
Keep it up."
There was no doubt about it, the passionate pleasure that they were feeling at this instant was almost more than she could bear.
"Honey," she said, "get on top and let me rub your ass."
Tyrone, straddling her, got on top of her. Then, he suddenly drove his gigantic male member into her.
"Fuck it," she told him. "Fuck, baby, fuck!"
He rammed it into her and she became so stimulated she could hardly stand it.
"Oh, baby," he told her, "I love this. You have no idea how much I love this."
The pleasure was building now, and she was going out of her mind with delight.
"Throw your legs around me," he said. "And lock legs."
She threw her legs around her young black lover's legs.
As her legs were locked, she threw her pelvis forward. He pounded into her and laughed as he did so.
"That's what they call fucking," he said. "How do you like that, baby?"
"Oh, I like that fine," she told him. "Now you're doing it. All the way, baby. Fuck baby fuck."
He was giving her a brutal screwing. But this was just what she needed. Hard and fast.
"Oh, Tyrone baby," she begged him. "Give it to me. That's what I need. That's what I want. Yes, baby, yes."
The savage pace of fucking continued. Every moment, she was accelerating her pace.
"Oh. honey," she told him. "I love this. You have no idea how much I love it."
It wasn't going to be much longer now and he knew it.
"Oh, beautiful," he told her. "That's what I've always wanted. A real hot screw."
She began snapping her pussy, clamping her vagina muscles around his slippery, black penis.
"You sure know how to use that pussy." he told her, "You've got that pussy on fire."
"Why, thank you, Tyrone," she complimented him.
She patted his black bottom as he continued pounding into her.
"How about sliding a finger up my ass-hole?" he asked her eagerly.
"If that's what you want, baby," she told him, "I'll do it for you."
She slid the finger up there, and his ass muscles gripped the finger.
"Beautiful," she told him. "I really dig that."
They were enjoying themselves immensely now.
"Oh, baby," he told her. "I like that. I like that a lot."
There was no doubt about it, they were enjoying themselves immensely.
"Oh, sweetheart," he told her, "you have no idea how much fun it is screwing you."
Now he used both hands to massage her breasts. She loved the sight of his black fingers on her white breasts.
"Sweetheart," he told her. "You are wearing a wig."
"Doesn't everybody?" she teased.
"Well, I don't care," he said. "The important thing is what's down there between your legs."
"Now you're talking, fucker," she said as she pulled her finger out of his ass-hole and clasped his black ass cheeks in her hand.
"Fuck it," she begged him. "Fuck, baby, fuck! Yes, that's what I want. Now you're doing it. All the way, honey. Keep on fucking."
The wild action, the hot lusty desires that were burning through their bodies now, were focusing on one thing. The climax.
"I'm almost there," she sighed excitedly. "Oh
Tyrone, keep that going. Keep it up."
That thrilled him. He went on thrusting into her savagely, and she loved it. She had never had a black man's cock in her body before. Now she realized what all the talk was about. It was long and hard. More than that, the savage fury that prompted his thrust excited her imagination. She continued playing with his ass-cheeks, and then let her hands wander up his back.
"Oh that's beautiful," she groaned in delight. "I love that. Yes, baby, that's wild fucking."
There was no doubt about it, she was really enjoying herself now as she never had before.
"Oh, baby," she groaned in delight. "You don't know how much fun that is."
The pleasure that she felt at this point was remarkable indeed.
"Sweetheart, you are too much. Keep fucking."
She went on pushing forward, as he jabbed it to her.
"Oh, baby," he told her, "that is too much!"
Suddenly the big black cock exploded its white cream into her vagina.
"Pearl baby," Tyrone panted, "I'm juicing. I don't know about you, but I sure as hell know about me."
Now, she was juicing. The excitement was almost more than she could stand and her fingers were scratching his back.
"You're hurting my back, Pearl," Tyrone complained.
"Oh, I'm sorry, sweetheart," she said as she reached down to grip his firm, round behind and squeeze it.
He continued pumping into her until he had finished shooting. Then, slowly, he pulled his dripping with cum cock out of her.
As he lay beside her, she stroked his stomach.
"My, what a flat stomach you have, honey," she told him. "I guess you take awfully good care of yourself."
"Well I'm an athlete," he told her. "And someday I'm going to be a pro."
"I'm sure you will," she said, reaching between his legs and feeling of his balls.
"I like it when you do that to my balls," he told her.
"They're big enough, aren't they, honey?" she smiled.
"Well they have to be," he told her. "To hold all that cream I've got in them."
"You know, honey," she told him, "I sure have enjoyed this session with you."
"Well, don't think I haven't enjoyed it with you," he said. "You've been fucking around with that young cat out there?"
Suddenly, guilt seized Ann. She thought she had been discovered.
"Why no," she said. "Why would you say such a thing?"
"Well, he gave you such a big buildup, Pearl," Tyrone explained. "I just figured it would be natural if he was screwing you."
"Well, you couldn't be farther away from the truth," she told him. "As a matter-of-fact, I wouldn't have anything to do with him."
"Well, why not?" he asked her.
"Well I just figured," she said, "that it would be rather ridiculous to be screwing around with him because he's not my type."
"Well, what's your type, honey?" he asked curiously.
"Well, I prefer the top of the list black athletes," she said. "They're always in such great physical shape."
"I take that as a compliment," he said, flashing her a happy smile.
"Tyrone," she said, "how would you like it if I rode your cock?"
"If you can get some more life into it," he said, "I'm perfectly willing."
She went to the bathroom and got a washrag and soaked it in water. Then she came back and cleaned off his cock.
"I'll get the life back in .this," she said.
Bending over, she let her tongue lick over the cock she had just cleaned. She agitated his balls enough to get him stimulated.
"I'm coming up," he said. "Look at that old cock rise again."
She nodded as she straddled him. She slowly eased the head of his black cock into her slit.
"Pump it to me, Tyrone," she pleaded.
Tyrone thrust forward. As she felt it sliding in her farther and farther she became more stimulated.
"Oh yes, baby," she begged him. "That's what I like. Now you're doing it. Keep doing it, honey."
He rammed it in there, and she was becoming more excited every moment.
"FUCK it," she begged him. "Fuck, baby, fuck! Now you're doing it. Yes. That's it. Oh yes, honey, all the way. I want that bad."
He went on ramming it into her, and she was getting more and more excited every second.
"You have no idea how much I enjoy this," he told her. "Yes, baby. That's what I need. Now you're doing it. All the way. Fuck, baby, fuck."
He continued pumping it into her in savage thrusts. Every moment she was more stimulated, more excited and delighted with the action.
"Oh I like that," she told him, "Yes, baby! That's the way I want it. Give it to me."
He rammed it into her, all the way. And she enjoyed it so much that she began stroking his chest. He reached up and gripped her bosoms. He played with the nipples, and squeezed them.
"I'm going to make you howl for it, Pearl," he told her.
"Stop that, baby," she said. "You're hurting me."
"But doesn't it hurt good, honey?' " he winked.
She pumped vigorously now, hoping that she could get him to juice. She didn't particularly appreciate his tight, pinching fingers on her sensitive nipples.
"You're a wild woman," he said. "You sure know how to fuck. Yes, the wild widow."
She went on gripping his penis in her tight vagina. She ground her hips and he was becoming more and more stimulated with her action.
"Oh yes, baby," he told her. "That's what I want. Now you're doing it. All the way. Fuck, baby, fuck! Ohhh, ahhh, yes. That's beautiful. Keep it going. Ohhh, yesss ... fuck me."
Faster and faster he drove into her. Every thrust, had her more stimulated, more excited.
"Oh, give it to me," he told her. "Yes, fuck fast. Now you're doing it. All the way, honey. Oh, give it to me, baby."
Suddenly he juiced. As he juiced, he rolled his head back and forth on the pillow.
"Ohhh now," he told her, "keep that tail twisting."
He released her nipples, and reached for her ass. He held on tightly as she finished clasping her vagina tightly around his sliding black penis.
When he had finished juicing, she slid off. Some of the cum was on her vagina hair.
"Why don't you lie down beside me?" he asked. "And rest a minute."
She lay down beside him and got to talking to him.
"What's your home life like?" she asked him.
"Hell, in one word," he said. "Momma is no damned good. She is busy working all the time. And I don't have any dad."
"Well, everybody has a father," she said. "Of course you have one, Tyrone."
"Well I don't have a father to own up to it," he said. "And I miss him."
"That is too bad," she said. "It really is. Every boy needs a father."
"And a mother who's in the home," he said. "I had to bring myself up."
"That's too bad," she said.
"It sure as hell is," he told her. "But maybe if I had a nice mother who would fix meals for me and give me some advice, I wouldn't be the way I am."
"There's nothing wrong with you, Tyrone," she told him. "You really are a marvelous human being."
"There's plenty wrong with me," he told her. "All kinds of things. I rob and I take dope now and then. I don't know as I'll ever be that black athlete I want to be. I mean, a star black athlete."
"Well, not if you get caught stealing. Or if you get hooked on drugs, you'll never make it. You got to stay off that."
"Well everybody's addicted to something," Tyrone reminded her. "Jeff said you were hooked on sex."
She looked at him, and she had to agree with him. It tortured her mind to realize how accurate he was.
"You know you're right," she said. "You're dead right."
"Well sure I am," he said. "You can't want anything so bad that it possesses you."
"Where did you get all that wisdom?" she asked nervously.
"Oh, my psychology teacher told me that," he said. "If you're going to be a man, you got to be the master of the situation. Otherwise, the situation masters you, and you're a slave."
"You don't want to be a slave, do you Tyrone?" she asked him.
"Nobody wants to be a slave to anything or anyone," he said.
"You're a smart kid," she told him.
"I would be if I could apply what I know I should do," he said. "like stop taking drugs, stop stealing and use my head."
"Well you use that head between your legs pretty well." she smiled at him.
"Maybe too good," he said. "Maybe I get so eager to have action down there, that I forget the important things."
"It's important that you have fun," she told him. "It really is, baby. I don't blame you one bit for wanting a good time."
At this moment, there was a knock on the door.
"You two through?" he son Jeff asked.
"Had a great fuck with the wild widow," Tyrone told him.
Tyrone opened the door, and Jeff stood there and looked at his mother with Ty.
"Did you enjoy it?" he asked her.
Now she was so nervous and uptight as she saw him with his young lover beside him that she couldn't reply.
"Cat got you tongue?" Tyrone asked.
"I just want to be alone," she said.
"She's moody," Jeff observed. "Better get your clothes on and leave Tyrone."
"Well, sure," he said. "I'll put my clothes on. I'll leave."
It didn't take Tyrone long to put his clothes on. When he had gone with Jeff and Jeff's girlfriend, Ann was left alone with her thoughts, with her troubling thoughts and her own terrible fear of the future. This was what troubled her: How could she face the future when she knew in her heart she was doing the wrong thing. She felt as if she had not only betrayed her husband, but betrayed her son and betrayed herself. That was what really hurt.
CHAPTER SIX
Ann Harrington had to make a big decision. A decision, that troubled her no end. But finally she decided that she must be the selfless mother and make her pleas to her son to save him from the girls who would destroy him. One evening she suggested they go out to dinner.
"What's up, Mom?" he demanded.
"Why, Jeff," she laughed, "does something have to be up before we can go out?"
"Yes," he said. "I'm sure you have something up your sleeve Mom."
"Don't be ridiculous dear," she said. "I just thought it would be nice if we went out for dinner. Your Father doesn't care much about either of us. He is busy getting us set up for the new location."
"Yeah," he said. "He's been staying away a long time."
"That's part of what I want to speak to you about tonight, dear," she said. "But no further talk now. You go on to school, and have a wonderful day."
As he kissed her, he smiled at her.
"Happiness is having a mom like you," he told her.
"Thank you, dear," she said her eyes growing misty.
Ann was a sentimental woman who adored her son. And she could see no reason why she and her son couldn't get along better. It troubled her to think that there was any division between them ever.
That evening, they did go out to dinner. They went to a fashionable spot where a large fireplace was in the center of the room.
"Could you seat us somewhere near the fireplace?" she asked. "I just love fireplaces."
"Why certainly, ma'am," the waiter told her.
She was delighted to sit by the fire. As the flickering fire light played across her face, Jeff asked her quietly, "And how do you like it here?"
"It's just wonderful," she told him. "Just wonderful."
She was pleased, and delighted. She was happy that they were alone. After a martini, she began talking to him a bit confidentially. "Dear," she said, "I have some rather bad news to report to you. I'm not sure your Father is coming back at all."
"Did he write that to you, Mom?" he asked her.
"No," she said. "I got it through the grapevine. Mabel, my friend at the office told me what had happened. It seems that your Father took Joyce to Des Moines."
"No," Jeff said. "You mean he took that slut and left us."
"That's what I hear," she said. "He chose a slut over us, son. Can you imagine that?"
"Damn him," Jeff said. "He has every right to be loyal to you."
"Of course he does," she said. "And don't think it doesn't burn the hell out of me, every time I think of it."
"Oh, Mom," he said, "you've had such a hard life. You've been cheated and double crossed all your life haven't you?"
"I certainly have honey," she said. "And I won't keep it a secret, I think I've got a raw deal with your dad."
Then she looked at him quietly.
"I'm contemplating suing for divorce, dear," she said. "But that will require you speaking on my behalf in court. I want you to tell the court or the judge or whatever the terrible things that your Father has said to me."
"You mean like after he was loaded and all?" Jeff asked, trying to determine what his role in the court would be.
"That's right, dear," she said. "I want the court to know what he has done. It is terrible and disgusting, but I think we can get even. I think we will get the house as part of the settlement. And at least one car."
"And can I drive the car, Mom?" he asked eagerly.
"I was thinking of giving that car to you dear," she said. "And I will get another car. What with the gas shortage and all, we really should buy something small and compact."
"Oh, Mom," he said, "I will do anything to help you."
"I thought you would, dear," she said. "And I realize the car has nothing to do with it It's loyalty-and love. The car is just a bonus that I feel you richly deserve for being such a wonderful son to me."
"No boy ever had a better mom," he said, shaking his head in wonder and awe.
They enjoyed their delicious meal, and that evening after they had gone home she told him quite frankly what she wanted to do.
"I think we should give each other the sexual satisfaction that we need, with no holds barred. Don't let foolish fears or thoughts that it may be evil frighten you off, my dear. You need the sexual release, just as I do. And there is nothing wrong or disgusting about having sex."
"Oh, Mom," he bubbled enthusiastically. "I am only too glad to help you. When do I get the car?"
"Well, you can't be driving at eleven o'clock at night," she said.
"Well, no." I don't mean that," he said. "I mean, how soon after the divorce?"
"The day after the divorce decree becomes final," she told him.
"Oh, that's good," he told her.
It was indeed easy for him to see precisely what the situation was.
"Honey," she smiled, "You don't know how much you mean to me. You really don't, dear."
Reaching down, she unzipped his fly. She reached in and began massaging his long penis.
"And this means a lot to me, too," she said. "It really does. Every woman needs one of these things. And, there is nothing lovelier than the lashing tongue to give pleasure."
"I couldn't agree with you more, Mom," he told her. "I think that if people would fuck and suck more, the world would be a better place to live in."
"Well, they sure as hell would be better off then killing each other in wars all the time," she said. "But you mustn't talk that way to anyone else, dear. They wouldn't understand."
"Well, I'm sure they wouldn't," he said. "There are a lot of fucked up people in the world."
"You can say that again," she said empathically.
"All right, I will." He smiled. "There are an awful lot of fucked up people in the world."
As they got into bed, they both looked at each other hungrily.
"How about a sixty-nine?" she suggested.
"You know that one, Mom?" He laughed.
"Do I know it?" she said. "You bet I do. Don't you remember I did a sixty-nine with you once?"
"That's right," he admitted. "I remember it. We had a ball, didn't we?"
They were having a good time now, laughing.
"Let me tell you something," she said. "You really do me a world of good. There is something, that I need in your body. I can't find it with anyone else. I don't understand it. I don't want to think that I could never let you go, but right now I've got to have you."
"I understand, Mom," he admitted.
Now she was tugging on his penis as she parted his legs. She patted his ass-cheeks and slowly slid a finger around his ass-hole.
"Oh, that feels good," he told her. "Real good!"
She began licking the head of his penis and then she grasped it tightly.
"Oh, Mom," he panted. "I love that"
She was doing her thing, but getting a little perturbed over the fact that he wasn't down there licking at her pussy.
"Now lick it," she told him. "Lick that pussy."
She was really turned on when she felt him letting his tongue slip all over her vagina.
"Oh yes, honey," she groaned in delight. "I love that. Oh, baby, keep doing me. That's beautiful."
The hot pleasure, was building. He was enjoying it more every moment.
"Eat my pussy," she pleaded. "Come on, baby, eat it!"
His hot tongue savagely swept inside of her, licking the velvety vagina walls. He had her so excited she was shaking.
"Oh, Mom," he told her. "You are too much."
He nibbled at her clit and then went on lashing away. The hot tongue lashes sweeping over her love button got Ann there. Suddenly she was juicing. Momentarily, she slipped her mouth over his penis shaft. She rolled her head from side to side as she clutched the sheets in her hands.
"Eat my pussy," she pleaded. "Eat my pussy."
It was as if she was scoring a victory. For so long, she had tried to get her husband to go down there and take care of her there. At last she was getting what she craved, what she wanted, what she needed.
"Oh baby," he groaned in delight, "I love that."
The sensational pleasure that they were enjoying now was bringing a new dimension of sexual delight her way.
She gripped his penis and licked the head of it. Then she went down the length of it on the underside. Reaching his balls, she let her tongue sweep over them and licked. She saw them swelling in size, and this stimulated her.
"Oh, keep that up, Mom," he told her. "I really dig that."
She continued licking, and got him more and more excited.
Now she really was steamed up for action.
"Oh, baby," he gasped excitedly. "This is what I like. Yesss, that's what I like."
It wasn't going to be much longer now. She once more, slid her mouth over his penis. Then, she licked quickly. Suddenly the desire seized her to slide her pussy over it. She moved her body around so she could grab his cock and guide it in. As it slid past her pussy, he howled with delight.
"Oh, you're really on fire tonight," he told her. "I love the way you grab it with your pussy muscles."
She gripped it tightly with her vagina muscles. And the excitement that she felt as this took place was remarkable indeed.
"Oh WOW!" she panted. "This is sensational."
Her hands were on him as she played with his back. Reaching down, she parted his ass-cheeks and touched the inner thigh. He loved the sensation of her finger massaging his prostrate gland.
"Ohhh, Mom," he groaned in delight. "I really love what you're doing now."
The pleasure that he was enjoying at this point was remarkable indeed.
"Ohhh, sweetheart," she sighed, "fuck me! Fuck me hard, fuck me fast. Fuck me good."
Her words prompted him to reeve up his gun. As his rock-hard cock slammed in there, she became more and more stimulated.
Squeezing his cock in her vagina with all of her might she suddenly stabbed her finger up his tight ass-hole. He loved the feeling of her finger gliding up there.
"Fuck it," he begged her. "Fuck, baby, fuck."
The pleasure now built to a passionate pitch.
"Oh WOW!" he panted. "That's super!"
Suddenly he juiced. As his balls exploded and Ann felt the creamy cum gushing in her, she panted passionately, "Oh I love you baby, I love you."
His lips merged with hers and soon he was Frenching her.
She loved the feel of his hot tongue sliding in there. It was a new dimension of pleasure that she had never experienced before.
Everything was going beautifully for them both. Until his father came home.
"Son," he began, "I am thinking of divorcing your Mother. And I want you to come live with me."
"I couldn't do that," Jeff said abruptly.
"Why couldn't you, Son?" he demanded.
"Well it wouldn't be right to desert, Mom," Jeff said defensively.
"She deserted me a long time ago," his Father told him. "And your loyalty doesn't have to be divided. You are my son, just as much as you are her son."
"Dad," he asked him, "Is it true you're playing around with your secretary?"
"Yes," he said. "It is. But your mom and I were not mated correctly, "You were mated correctly enough to have me," he said.
"It was different then, Son," he said. "When your mom and I started out we had nothing. Nothing, but each other and our love. Then, we meant something to each other. Later, when I made a lot of money, she began caring more for things than me. It was then I fell out of love with her."
"Well that's too bad, Dad," Jeff said. "It really is. I wish there was some way that we could retrieve this mess."
"There's no way," his father assured him.
Now, he became vitally concerned with his son's sex life.
"Jeff," he said. "I'm worried about you. I don't see you dating like the other guys."
Guilt surged through Jeff, as he thought how horrified his father would be if he ever got wind of the fact that he was playing around with his own mother.
"Don't let it bug you, Dad," he laughed nervously.
"But it does, son," he told him. "Now that I'm relaxed again, away from your mom and all the things that were blurring my brain, I see things clearly."
"like what?" he asked abruptly.
"Well, for one thing, Son," he told him, "I want to tell you this. You must know by now that at your age you are the sexiest you will ever be. And you need some sexual outlet."
"What are you leading up to, Dad?" Jeff asked.
"Well," he said, "I know a real great gal who loves to have sex with cats your age."
"Are you pimping for somebody?" he demanded.
His dad's face grew white with anger.
"How dare you talk that way to your own. father?" he demanded.
"Well, it's true isn't it, Dad?" he asked. "You're trying to set me up with some dame."
"For your own good, Son," he assured him. "For your own good."
"Forgive me, Dad," he said, "if I have been abrupt. I didn't mean to be."
"I know you didn't," his father said.
Now he looked at his Father sternly.
"What is the gal like?" he demanded.
"Well, she has beautiful bosoms," Ted said. "A slim waist and gorgeous hips. I'm sure that you would really enjoy balling her."
"How much does the chick charge?" he demanded.
"You wouldn't have to pay anything," Ted said. "I just want to get you started on the right track. Do you understand?"
"Sure, I understand." Jeff nodded.
It was becoming obvious to him now what the score was.
"You know," he enthused, "We are really going to have a wonderful time."
"Well, I certainly hope so," he said.
It was becoming increasingly apparent to him what the situation was.
"I've worried a lot about you, Son," his dad said. "I've worried that you were not the man you should be. Every young boy ought to have some experiences."
"But what about getting VD?" he asked nervously.
"That's your old mom, pumping you full of fear," he said. "No wonder you can't get your rocks off with that worrywart around your neck."
"Don't talk about mom like that," Jeff said angrily. "She doesn't mean no harm."
"Oh, I know she doesn't mean any harm," Ted said. "But she's trouble. Trouble all the time."
"Knock it off, Dad," he said. "If you want me to go along with this, knock it off."
"All right, Son," he said. "I think I ought to focus on the birds and the bees."
"I wish you would, Dad," Jeff said curiously. "I think a father's place is to tell a son about sex and women."
"Well, I do too," Ted said. "That's why I am arranging this little date."
As they went on talking, it became obvious to Jeff that his Father was getting a big charge out of relating the various facts about sex to him.
"Now remember," he said, "women are different than men. They are much more sensitive. Men tend to be crude. Women have a very sensitive disposition when it comes to sex, and you have to do different things to satisfy them, then you would just to satisfy yourself."
"You're saying be unselfish. Is that it, Dad?" he asked his father.
"Yes, in a way you might say that," he said. "It is vital that you learn how to make passionate love to a woman before you insert your penis. The insertion of the penis is the last thing you do. And you can really enjoy it when you do do it if you have set the groundwork."
"It's like a game plan." Jeff laughed.
"Well, that's about it, son," he said.
It was becoming a bit embarrassing for Jeff's father to tell him all that he thought he should do. Nevertheless, he felt it was his fatherly duty to inform his son of all of the various things that he might do to improve his sex life.
"Son," he told him, "the tongue has been getting real popular in sex nowadays. The penis used to do it all for a long time, and now they're going back to the tongue."
"Well, that's interesting," Jeff said. "That's real interesting."
"Yes, it is," Ted told him. "The important thing is to do a lot of licking and sucking. The breasts will be very responsive. And I'm sure that you will enjoy it if you try it and do it just right."
"You don't have to worry about me, none," Jeff told him, "If it is done correctly, you can be sure I will enjoy it, too."
"Now, with the breasts," Ted continued. "I would suggest that you massage one breast while you lick the other. Use your fingertips when you massage, and do it gently. Whatever you do, don't be rough."
"Right on," Jeff replied.
As his father went on relating how to make love, Jeff was becoming more and more aware of what a difficult thing it would be.
"Now," he said, "It's a good idea to slip a pillow under her ass. Have her throw her legs up in the air, and then you do your thing with your tongue."
For a moment, Jeff thought he should ask his Father a few more things.
"I want to ask you something," he demanded. "Could you tell me about the best way to fuck."
"Well, that depends upon each person," he said. "The important thing if you ask me is to find the way that pleases you most. A lot of men like to do it with the woman on top. But most men, I would wager, enjoy being on top. It gives the man the dominant position. The knees can be pressed against the bed and the old cock drives in there."
"Well, it sounds pretty exciting to me," he said.
The pleasure that they were going to enjoy now was going to be great and he knew it. He could hardly wait to see the girl.
"Well, tell me about this dame you've got lined up for me," Jeff told him. "I ought to know something about her."
"Well sure," he said. "She's a model. And she does a lot of modeling, but she hustles on the side too."
"Well, do you think," he asked, "that she would enjoy having sex with me?"
"Oh, I'm sure of it," Ted said. "She enjoys sex with the youngest studs because they have the best endurance records, she says."
"Endurance?" Jeff asked, puzzled by what his father meant.
"Why yes, Son," he explained. "She-likes a man Who can do it over and over. Women can take a lot more action than men can. Many men wear out after a fuck or two. Women can go on and on. After all, they just lie back and let the guy hammer away."
"Well, that's true," Jeff agreed.
"I guess I shouldn't mention this to mom," Jeff said, hoping he could persuade his father to say absolutely nothing, knowing how furious she would be if she knew.
"Well, of course," Ted said. "I wasn't born yesterday. I know how your mother is."
"So do I," Jeff said.
As his father continued talking to him about the beautiful model, he got more and more excited.
"When do we get together with the model," he asked his dad.
"Well, shortly," Ted said. "Don't worry about it."
"Well, I'm not worried about it," he said. "But I am getting anxious."
The pleasure that was building at this point was remarkable indeed. And he was becoming more and more stimulated at the prospect of having a good fuck.
Finally his father said, "Now some men would think I was terrible to suggest sex to my son. But I am trying to do what I think is right. Please understand that."
"I understand," he told him. "And I don't think you're doing the wrong thing. Relax."
"Dad," Jeff said as an afterthought, "Should I use a rubber?"
"Wearing a rubber, is like putting a raincoat on and trying to fuck. It's impossible."
"Well, I guess you're right," he said.
It was perfectly obvious to him, that the wisest way would be to slip it into her au natural.
As they went on talking, he got hotter and hotter to ball her.
"Now this woman can teach you a lot of ways of fucking," Ted said.
"That is true," Jeff replied.
The pleasure was building in his mind. And he could wait for the action to take place.
When his father had finished talking to him, he did feel closer to his father than ever before.
"Now, Son," he said, "when I get the divorce would you like to live with me?"
"You'll have to let me think about it," he said.
"Well, give it a lot of thought," he said.
He was determined to give it a lot of thought. But he realized also that it would be quite a predicament if his mother knew what he was getting involved in.
When he was alone with his mother later, she questioned him in detail about his conversation with his father. Yet he did everything in his power not to say anything that would betray the confidence.
"Well what did your dear father have to say?" she asked.
"Plenty," he said.
"He usually does," she said.
"Yes," he said. "That is true. But it really is disgusting to think of him coming back here and probably trying to lure you away with him after all he's done to you."
"Knock it off, Mom," he said. "I don't like to think about it."
"Dear," she said, "let's face it. Your father is awful. And you should be grateful to me for exposing: him."
"Well, I'm not," he said.
"What do you mean standing up for the bastard?" she demanded.
"That's no way to talk about him," he said. "He's not perfect, but he is my dad."
"Don't remind me," she said. "It make me furious every time I think about the fact I married him."
"Mom," he said, "You're prejudice against him. Don't you see that?"
"Well maybe I am, Son," she admitted. "After all he's done to me, I can't exactly feel much love for him."
"I can understand that," he said. "But you go too far."
"Do I?" she demanded. "Well there's one thing I never told you about your father."
"What's that?" he asked.
"He tried to poison me one time," she said. "And I didn't appreciate it."
That stunned Jeff. He stood there, looking at her in disbelief.
"How do you know he did?" he asked defensively, realizing that if his father did this, it was an indirect reflection on him.
"Well, dear," she said. "It was when he first started playing around with other women. We were working together one afternoon and we were painting an apartment we had then. I was shocked when I found that he had placed some paint thinner in a glass in the bathroom. He was washing his hands in there and he claimed that he just poured a little in the glass to wash his hands off. However, when I came in to get a glass of water at night, I put some water in it and didn't notice the little paint thinner in the bottom of the glass. It almost killed me. They had to rush me to the hospital and I had my stomach pumped. Of course, your father always said it was an accident. But I don't think it was. He was acting terrible that day. He was acting as if he didn't care if he got rid of me. Can you imagine such a thing?"
"No, I can't," Jeff said nervously. "I can't imagine dad doing anything like that. That is just your evil imagination," he told her.
"Is it, Son?" she asked, "Is it just that?"
"I won't believe it," he said.
"Now you've spoken the truth," she said. "Certainly you won't believe it because you don't want to. Oh, I understand. I understand very well."
"Mom," he said, "I think you are so crazy about me that you would resort to anything to keep me."
"That's a fine thing to say," she said. "I reveal to you one of the most intimate, horrifying things I ever went through and that is your response. You ought to be ashamed of yourself."
"Well, I'm not," he said. "I think you're being much too hard on dad. And I don't know about the divorce court action. I just don't think I could get up there and talk against my own father."
"What?" she shrieked, realizing what a little bit of alimony she would probably get if her son didn't defend her.
"No. I'm telling you the truth," he said. "I've been thinking about it a lot, Mom. And I just don't think I can get up there and tell everybody in the world about our dirty linen."
"That's a nice thing," she said. "After all I've done for you, to turn on me like this."
"I knew you would interpret it that way," he said. "And I'm ashamed of you."
"Gratitude," she said. "Yes, gratitude. That's what you haven't got."
"Well, Mom," he said, "You can't control me completely. I think that you have tried to seize my life, and direct it in the way that you wanted me to go. It won't work Mom."
"I don't appreciate it," she said, "to have you talk to me like this. I have done everything in my power, to be a good mother. You know that."
"Well, I don't think you would win any awards," he said. "How many sons screw their own mother?"
"Why, Jeff," she said abruptly. "You're not talking like yourself. Have you found someone else to love?"
"Yes," he said, "I have."
"Who?" she demanded. "Who have you found?"
"I found me," he told her.
"What are you talking about?" she asked nervously, "What in hell are you talking about?"
"I didn't care enough for myself," he explained. "And now I do. It's different, now."
"Well," she said. "This certainly is an ego game. You are saying that you can't love yourself properly, and love me too. That's a lot of hog-wash."
"Is it, Mom?" he asked. "How could I go in the world, and tell people I was in love with my own mother. What would they think of us if they knew what we do in secret? They wouldn't think much, I'll tell you that."
"What do we give a damn about what people in the world think? she said, "Isn't our love bigger than that?"
"It's your warped view of love," Jeff said. "It makes you think that I have to fuck you. You're not trying to protect me from other women, you're trying to possess me. You're trying to keep me for yourself. Well I see it clearly now."
She was so stunned she could hardly stand it. She had looked at him and she tried to relax, but she couldn't. She got to her feet and began pacing the floor. Then, turning around, she glared at him.
"Your father's put you up to this," she said. "That evil bastard, has done something to queer us."
"No, Mom," he said. "That isn't true at all. Dad never said anything awful about you. But he does recognize that I have to have some other relationship with other women."
"Just as I said," she said shrugging sadly. "He's turned you against me. Has he suggested some other relationship?"
At this moment, Jeff didn't know what to do. His mother had backed him up into a corner, and now she was about to spring the information from him that his father said he should never reveal.
"You're not answering my question, dear," she said. "Would you please answer my question?"
"If you must know," he said, "yes! Dad thinks I ought to have some older woman teach me about screwing. And I'm sure he doesn't think you are the woman to do it."
"That foul, vile, disgusting bastard," she shrieked. "He would tear you away from my pure love, to throw you to the rotten woman that he runs around with. Who is it? Is he going to share you with Joyce?"
"You shouldn't have said that, Mom," Jeff said. "Dad probably will marry Joyce. Of course he wouldn't think of such a thing. But there are women who can teach young boys where it's at. And that's the type of woman he wants for me. Now just relax, Mom."
It didn't take her long to realize what the score was.
"He's turned you against me," she exclaimed, "I can see it all so clearly now. And it makes me sick."
"Now, Mom," he said. "I still love you. But not that way anymore. We've had our last sex together."
"No, baby," she sobbed. "No, baby, don't ever say that. You don't know what it does to me to think of never having you again. It's like putting me in a prison. I would die without you baby."
"No you wouldn't, Mom," he said. "You just think you would. You don't give a damn about what happens to me. What if I grow up twisted and warped and sick? How could I hold my head high if I was carrying on with you all the time?"
"No, baby," she sobbed, "No, you can't throw yourself at some cheap slut. I won't let you."
"You can't force me to do anything, Mom," he told her.
CHAPTER SEVEN
It was evident to Ann what the score was and she was tormented. She realized that she had no control over him. A couple of days later, Jeff informed her that he was going to dinner with his father.
"Just dinner?" she asked suspiciously.
"What's it to you, Mom?" he demanded.
"Plenty, dear," she said. "Plenty."
She didn't get any more words about what he planned to do, or where he was going. He left the house, and his father picked him up in the car outside.
"You didn't tell your mom anything?" his father asked him.
"No," he said, looking back at the house. And then he saw her going toward her car. It bothered him, as he couldn't help wondering where she was going. He hoped that she wouldn't be following them.
When they got to the restaurant, his father began giving him instructions.
"Now son," he said. "I've got the motel room all set up. And you're going to enjoy this dame. I'm sure, that she will give you just what you require. The main thing is to relax."
"Don't worry about me, Dad," young Jeff informed his father. "I've had sex before."
"Well, if you have," he said, "I guess I don't need to tell you about it. You know already."
"Yes dad," he said. "I know plenty about it. And I can take care of myself."
"Good for you, Son," Ted told him. "I want you to do your best to give this dame a good screwing. It's costing me a little. But it's worth it."
Looking at his father with gratitude, young Jeff nodded.
"I can't thank you enough," he told him. "I do appreciate what you have done."
Now it was time for the introduction. They left the restaurant and went to a nearby motel. Out of the corner of his eye, Jeff thought he saw a car that looked like his mom's car. It worried him.
"What's bothering you, Jeff?" his father said. "You getting cold feet?"
Jeff breathed deeply and got a hold of himself.
"Nothing, Dad," he said. "Nothing."
They went into the motel together and then his father introduced him to the brunette who was waiting inside.
"This is Jan," he said. "And Jan, I want you to meet Jeff."
"Well, hi Jeff," Jan smiled. "Your dad has told me a lot about you. He says, that it is time you learn a few things about life."
"I'd like to learn them from you," Jeff smiled shyly.
"And I would like to teach those things to you," she said. "It will help you out with all women."
The father caught on quickly that the two of them were getting along magnificently.
"Well I'll leave you two alone now," he said. "I guess everything is under control."
He left them and Jan immediately suggested a drink.
"Let's begin with a drink, baby," she said. "I have some wonderful bourbon here. Would you like a bourbon and seven?"
"Yeah," he told her. "That sound real good."
She fixed the bourbon and seven, and then they both started drinking.
"You've got a real nice dad," she told him.
"Yes I have," he assured her.
"I wonder," she said, "what we should do first."
"Well, I'd just like to get a look at you," he told her.
"You're looking at me." She laughed. "With no clothes on," he told her. "Oh sure." She smiled.
She began undressing, and as she did so he observed that she was wearing very attractive undergarments. She had a pair of black lace panties and a black bra on her that really turned him on. Her breasts were spilling out of her black bra and he could easily see the outline of her body through her sheer panties.
"Oh, you look good enough to eat." He smiled at her.
"Well, honey," she said, "It's nice that you should suggest that. I'd love to have you eat me. Any time."
As he looked at her vagina, which was easy to see through her panties, he detected moisture.
"You want to feel me?" she asked.
"I'd love to, Jan," he said, moving closer to her.
He pulled down her panties and let his hand slip down there.
"Baby," he said, "you really are beautiful."
Dropping to his knees, he pulled down her panties. Then, as if he was worshipping her vagina, he let his hot tongue start licking.
"Oh, I like that," she said. "You have marvelous tongue movement. It's almost as if you instinctively knew how to make love. You're better than your father."
"What?" he asked, pulling his tongue out and using it to talk now.
"Didn't your father tell you?" Jan smiled calmly, "I thought sure he told you that I had a lot of father and son fucking arrangements."
"Well, no," he said. "This comes as news to me."
"Well, that wasn't nice of him," she said. "It's a shame he didn't tell you."
It didn't take the two of them long to get into the bed. And when he was on the bed, she suggested something.
"I would love it, dear," she said, "if you would straddle fuck me."
"Straddle fuck?" he asked. "How is that done?"
"Well, dear," she said, "you just straddle me. You put your knees on either side of me and you lower your ass over my bosoms. You wiggle up and down on my breasts, and tease me with that great big cock of yours. I'll peel it back and forth, and you'll love it."
It didn't take him long to get into position. As he felt his bare bottom colliding with her bosoms, electrical waves of sexual pleasure flashed through his body.
"Yes," he told her. "This feels real good. I like it."
"I thought you would, dear," she said.
The pleasure was mounting in his body now and she was becoming more and more stimulated.
At this point, her mouth opened.
"I want to take you in, love," she said. "All the way in."
He thrust his cock into her mouth. Her lips fastened around the penis head and now he was ramming it back and forth. She jiggled his balls and alternately played with his behind.
"Oh, Jan," he told her. "You are fantastic. I haven't had a screw like this in a long time. Oh, lover, keep it up."
The pulsating pleasure that was surging through his body was remarkable. He wasn't worried about mom now. He was having a ball, and that was all that mattered.
"Eat my meat," he told her. "That's beautiful, Jan. Oh, yes. Fasten your lips on it."
Her lips fastened tightly around his penis. The pleasure became so intense, so devastating that he knew that he would be juicing in her face in a moment.
"Keep it up," he told her. "Keep it up, baby."
It wasn't going to be much longer now. The hot juice exploded in her mouth.
"Gulp it, baby," he told her. "Swallow my sperm."
Just being able to tell a woman that and watch her eating him greedily gave him a feel of masculine pride, maturity and delight.
Pulling off her, he let him mouth sweep down to her beautiful vagina. His hot tongue swept along her slit.
"Go ahead, dear," she said. "Eat me."
The hot tongue plunged in there. As his tongue began licking her velvety vagina walls, she became more and more stimulated.
"Oh baby," he told her, "I love that! That's a lot of fun."
Indeed, he did enjoy it. And she was enjoying: it too. Her hot thighs embraced his cheeks as he kept his head bent over there.
"Oh, do it, baby," she told him. "That's what I want you to do, baby. Plunge right in there."
She was turned on to see how excited he was. And she wasn't going to stop now. Locking her legs around him, she reached down to grip his head and guide him.
"Eat it," she panted eagerly. "Oh, honey, do it. That's what I need. Do it, baby."
She delighted in having a young stud lover. She thrilled to his youth and his innocence.
"Oh, baby," she groaned as she felt herself juicing. "You don't know how good that feels to me."
The sensational pleasure that she was deriving from having sex with him was driving her out of her gourd.
"Honey," she panted, "I think so much of you, you can't understand."
Indeed, there was something remarkable that she felt at this moment. For his hot, innocent young tongue, was the type of tongue that she thrilled to most. She had had plenty of men slipping into her pussy in every conceivable way. They used their fingers, they used their cocks and they used their tongues. But the one type of sex, that Jan enjoyed most was when she could convince a young man that he should go down on her. She felt she was helping him preserve his marriage later.
When he had pulled out, she caught sight of his gigantic cock.
"What are you going to do with that now?" she asked him.
"Fuck you, Jan," he laughed.
Jan threw her legs up in the air as she placed a couple of pillows under her ass-cheeks.
"I'm ready, baby," she smiled. "You're getting set honey."
Now, the thrills were just beginning. He gripped her ass-cheeks proudly and slipped his penis between her vagina lips. As she felt that stiff penis jabbing into her, she became more and more excited.
"Eh, baby," he told her. "You are too much. You really turn me on."
"Good," he told her, "I like to excite you."
There was no doubt in her mind that she was enjoying herself.
"Honey," she told him, "lower your ass a little. I want to play with it."
He angled his body so that her hands had easy access to his behind. As she reached for his ass-cheeks, she squeezed them.
"Oh, yes!" she gasped excitedly. "That's what I like. Now you're doing it. Fuck, baby, fuck."
The wild thrashing movements were increasing.
"Come on, sweetheart," he told her. "That's what I want you to do. Let's give it."
The rapid fire fucking jabs were producing the pleasure she wanted most of all. Now she was so turned on she was trembling.
"Beautiful, baby," he told her. "Just what I like. Now you're doing it. All the way, honey."
The sensational pleasure that she was enjoying now was increasing.
"Oh, honey," she panted. "Juice! Juice! Give it to me."
The hot creamy fluid gushed out of her vagina. As she felt him gushing, electrical thrills flashed through her body. She juiced at the same time coming in multiple orgasms.
"I'm coming, baby," she gasped excitedly. "Can you tell, lover? Oh, honey, I'm juicing."
The juice was spurting on his penis, giving it nature's moist lubrication.
He continued pumping into her until he had shot his gun.
Slipping out of her, she grinned at him.
"You're really getting your rocks off tonight, aren't you, lover boy?" she smiled. "This your first time, honey?"
That did it. He realized that he was quite a lover, and he hated the fact that she was so wrapped up in her own ego that she couldn't appreciate his screwing skill.
"No, baby," he told her emphatically. "I've done plenty of fucking."
"That's nice," she teased him. "I'm glad."
She was a bit surprised and she tried to conceal her shock.
"I guess you service a lot of young guys this way, is that right?" he demanded.
"A few," she admitted glibly. "I hope you don't think there's nothing wrong with it."
"Well, I do." He heard his mother's voice booming as she entered the room carrying a large, bulky purse.
"Who is this woman?" Jan said reaching for the bedclothes to cover her nakedness.
"That's my mom," he gulped.
"What in hell is that old battleaxe doing here?" she stammered nervously.
"You don't call me an old battleaxe." His mother glared at her. "You cheap, fucking whore. How dare you defile my son?"
"I don't know what you're talking about," she said, turning away.
"Oh yes, you do," Ann Harrington said angrily, going over to Jan and pulling her face around so she could look into her eyes.
The moment Jan saw the evil glare that Ann was giving her, she recoiled.
"Get your clammy hands off me," she panted.
"Knock it off, Mom," Jeff said. "You're just jealous."
"What are you kid?" Jan demanded. "A mother fucker?"
"You shouldn't have said that, Jan," Ann said evenly.
Suddenly young Jeff saw his mother and what she intended to do. She pulled out a pearl handled pistol, and placed it next to Jan's head.
"You're not going to put up with anymore of this crap," she said. "Goodbye, whore."
She said no more as she pulled the trigger. The shattering sound of the gun exploding her brains out had Jeff so panic stricken he couldn't utter a sound.
Finally, he looked at her. Jan was bleeding to death.
"Mom," he blurted, "you're a killer."
Just then, the bedroom door swung open.
"What the hell is going on here?" A man was just standing outside the door in his shorts.
"My mom killed her," he said. "Mom is a killer."
That did it. The man went over to her and took the pistol away from her. She didn't put up much of a struggle.
"Why did you do it, Mom?" Jeff gasped excitedly. "Why the hell did you do it?"
"Because I loved you, Son," she said quietly. "Can't you understand?"
Tears were rolling down her eyes as she sobbed when the police came to take her away.
When the ambulance took Jan away, Jeff finished dressing. Then he went home in a taxi. When he got there, his father was waiting for him.
"How did it go, Son?" he asked him. "Did you have a good time?"
He couldn't answer. He was in shock.
"Well, Son," Ted said. "Speak to me."
"Dad," he said, "Mom killed Jan."
"What?" his dad exclaimed in shock and horror.
"She found out," he said. "She followed us. And she got jealous and killed her."
"Jealous?" his father asked in disbelief.
"Yeah," he said looking up vaguely. "I was screwing her."
Ted walked over to his son and looked at him in total disbelief.
"You're out of your mind," he said.
"I wish I was," his son answered, looking up into his father's eyes. "This would be easier to take if I was."
