Very often there is a lot of jealousy attached to any parental situation. One child will vie with the other child for the attention and the affection of the parent. When there is only one parent, the situation worsens.
However, when two lusty young boys are both turned-on with their own mom, problems erupt!
Such was the case with the beautiful, young mother around whom our story revolves. She had taken good care of herself, and maintained her appealing figure. At the same time she always insisted her boys refrain from becoming involved in wild sexual forays. She was proud of herself, for one young son was off to college and the other son was a high-school sports hero. But she could have no pride in the way she fell head-over-heels in love with her own teenage son. For this was what happened.
Trying to control the lust she felt for her own son was not easy. The reason being that she was given to a very sexual nature, and being without a husband to satisfy her carnal cravings felt extremely tight and tense.
Try as she would she couldn't bring herself to the point where she could leave her son alone. So, finally she went to bed with him. He didn't object. Being uninhibited, and eager for some sexual experience, he gladly used this opportunity to find out all he could about his own sexual urges and desires.
Soon, they were carrying on all the time. And this brought bitter feelings when her other son came home from college and found out about them.
The only solution, which seemed fair to her warped mind, was to have sex with both sons-which she did. However, the blinding jealousy that raged through her youngest son when he realized he had to share her, destroyed his reason.
The sordid triangle ended in tragedy!
-The Publisher
CHAPTER 1
Kathy considered herself a very good mother. Even though she had to take care of her two sons on her own she had done a splendid job. Her oldest son, Eric, was off to college in his freshman year. Her youngest son, Paul, was still at home.
Sixteen-year-old Paul had pleased her in most every way. For Paul was a top student as well as being a rugged young athlete.
However, one evening she was quite disturbed when she chanced into Paul's bedroom and saw him sprawled across the bed with Playboy opened to the centerfold nude. Paul's hand was on his penis and he was pumping vigorously, his eyes fastened on the beautiful girl whose naked body was spread across the colorful centerfold.
"That's a nice thing to be doing," Kathy quipped as she looked at her young son in disgust and disdain.
"Did you ever hear of knocking before you open a door?" the young boy replied as he quickly hid under the sheets, pulling the magazine with him.
"Apparently it is essential to knock around here," she said cryptically. "I am ashamed of you."
She was about to turn away and go back to her bedroom. However, what her young son had to say startled her.
"Maybe if you'd take care of me the way you used to take care of dad I wouldn't have to jack off," he said evenly.
Turning around Kathy looked into Paul's blue eyes.
"So you have been watching us?" she demanded.
"I saw you go down on dad when I was fourteen years old," he admitted candidly.
"Your father had bizarre sex habits," she complained.
"The old man knew where it was at," Paul said, "when he wanted to get his rocks off he made you lick everything. I saw you, mom. You used to jack him off while you would suck his ass. You licked his balls. And he loved it."
Stunned and ashamed Kathy turned away once more.
"I wouldn't mind it if you took care of me," Paul said shyly.
That did it. She refused to take any more of this nonsense talk. Going over to the bed she slapped her son's face.
"Do you want to slap my ass, too?" Paul asked as he threw back the bed clothes and rolled over on his stomach.
All at once she savagely hit his behind. She couldn't remember why. But she knew she had to. Her hand worked hard against his firm round buttocks. And as she did so she saw the skin turn to red.
"Stop it, mom," he told her, "you've done enough."
Putting his hands protectively around his ass cheeks he looked at her. She was bending over and he could see the cleavage of her round bosoms. The red nipples of her bosoms appealed to him.
"Why don't you let me suck on those tits?" he demanded.
"I always did think that you were putting too much into your feeding time when you were a baby," she said.
There was a mischievous look in his face as he decided that he was going to have her. The child look vanished. The man spoke.
"You know you want to get fucked," he told her, "and you've been sorry ever since you told dad to go out. He left us."
"I didn't mean to lose my control like that," she said.
"That's all right," he told her. "Why don't you come here and take care of me?"
Her young son Paul rolled over. He spread his legs widely displaying his huge shaft.
"I mustn't," she said, "I mustn't touch you."
"I only wish you would, mom," he told her. "It wouldn't hurt."
"I don't know what's happening to me," she said nervously, "but I'm frightened. I don't understand it. But I do want you."
"Oh, mom," he told her, "I've never loved anybody so much. Why don't you get down there with your hand and pull on my cock. I would like it so much."
"All right," she agreed.
At this point she reached over and fondled his balls. It was like old times. It seemed as if her husband was back as she stroked her young son's huge penis.
"That's the way to do it," he urged her on. "Don't be bashful. Come on, mom, play with me."
His penis lengthened as her hand pulled on it.
"Keep it up," he begged, "oh, mom, don't ever stop. Pull on my prick. That's what I want you to do. Grab it. Milk it."
Kathy was pulling savagely on her young son's penis. She was eager to give him the excitement he sought.
"Jerk it quicker," he told her, "that's it. Oh, mom, I love it. Oh, keep it up. That's what I want."
His cock was hard and it stuck straight up now. And she was pulling for all she was worth.
"I really like this," he told her, "oh, yes. That's the way to do it. Keep it up."
As she pulled she couldn't help noticing the big balls swelling. She knew that they should be sucked. That would be giving him the complete trip. Bending over, she brushed her bosoms across his thighs. And suddenly her tongue was lightly toying with his testicles. He loved the sensation.
"Lick my nuts," he told her. "That's it. Come on, lick my balls."
The pleasurable sensations had him shaking.
"Now suck my ass," he begged, "go ahead. You sucked daddy's ass-hole. I saw you."
She leaned over farther. The hot tongue swept around the ass crack.
"Eat my ass," he begged her. "That's it. Suck ass. Come on, suck ass."
Kathy's tongue slipped smoothly up her young son's tight anal channel. She loved getting lost in her son's ass-hole with her tongue.
"Keep pulling on my dick," he told her, "but take it easy. You've got sharp fingernails, mom."
She eased up on her grip on his cock. And she pulled hard.
"That's the way I want it," he told her, "oh, yes, mom. Keep pulling. Now you're doing it. Yes. That's the way. Pull on it."
He was really pulling now and so was she.
"I like it," he told her, "oh, that's beautiful. Keep sucking my ass."
She continued sucking on his ass-hole. But the real target of her mouth was his cock. For she wanted to suck the juice out.
"Eat it," he told her, "go ahead, eat my prick, mom."
Hastily sliding her tongue from his ass-hole she licked along his cock and up the underside of his penis shaft until she was at the top of his penis.
She looked at the small slit with the crystal cum forming at its crown. She swept her tongue around urgently.
"Suck me," he begged, "that's what I want you to do, baby. Suck my prick."
She let her mouth slip over his thick cock and she sucked. With flashback she recalled how pleasurable it was when her husband shot her a good load of cum. History was repeating itself for Kathy. And she was glad. She only hoped that her young son Paul could deliver the same amount of juice to her.
She slid her hands under his buttocks. She gripped his ass cheeks and squeezed them as she went on sucking.
"Suck that cock," he urged, "that's the way you do it. Come on, baby. Suck that big juicy dick. Now you're doing it. Just the way I like it. Oh, baby, suck that cock. Suck it off."
The exciting sensations had her head bobbing up and down.
"Beautiful," he told her, "oh, baby, now you're doing it. Suck it. Suck that cock. Suck it off."
It wasn't going to be much longer now before the big penis exploded.
"Ohhh," he gasped, "now you're doing it. Just like I like it. Come on, baby. Suck. Suck that cock. Suck it off."
The blinding flash of cum that erupted in her mouth had him really stimulated. Reaching down Paul pinned his mother's head to his shaft. He wanted her to lick every drop of juice from his dick.
"Eat it," he cried eagerly, bending back and arching his legs. "Eat it."
He pushed his pelvis forward letting his cock thrust as far down her throat as he could.
The milky white sperm tasted good to her. When she pulled off a delighted smile formed on her face. She looked at her young son and with a happy expression announced, "You tasted just as delicious as your father used to."
"I remember you liked it," he admitted candidly. "When I was fourteen years old and stood in the hall and watched you blowing dad I could see you suck and swallow it. The old man liked to have you swallow it. I remember once you wanted to spit it out."
"You must have watched us more than once," Kathy told him nervously.
"Yes," he admitted, "I did. And I've been dreaming about the day that I could find a gorgeous chick to go down on me and lick me all around my privates."
"You never dreamed it would be your own mother, did you?"
"Yes, I did dream about you," he admitted. "I figured you could really give a super suck. You haven't disappointed me, mom."
She looked at him now and her own body was burning with lusty sexual desires.
"Do you want me to take care of you?" the young boy asked as he glanced down at his still-rigid male member.
"I would love it if you would," she sighed. "But I'm doing something evil. I know I am."
"No, you're not," he assured her. "Just let me enjoy you. Why don't you take off all of your clothes, mom and get in bed with me?"
She glanced down at the magazine which was still at one side of the bed.
"Throw that thing in the trash," she said, "it's bad for you. It fires up your imagination when you don't have the body to satisfy you."
"I don't need it anymore," he told her as he reached for the magazine and threw it in the wastebasket. Looking at his mother as she took off her clothes had him even more excited.
"You've got a gorgeous pair of boobs," he told her with a shy smile.
"Your father said he was a breast man," his mother laughed, "and it's like father, like son, I guess."
She got to her feet and pulled off her panties. When he saw her moistening fur-trimmed triangle his appetite was whetted to eat her.
"I'll slide my tongue in there and love you," he told her.
"I hope so," she assured him.
Kathy hardly knew what to do anymore. But that wasn't important. For her young son directed her.
"I want you to slide your pussy over my mouth," he suggested, "and I'll eat you."
As if she were in a trance she followed his every instruction. She slid across him and let her pussy press against his mouth.
"Lick me, darling," she suggested, "go ahead."
Paul's hands gripped Kathy's buttocks. He pulled her closer to him. He loved seeing her vagina close up. Every curly pubic hair pleased him. His hot tongue swept along her crevice.
"I want you to eat it," she told him. "Stick your tongue in my twat and eat it."
Obediently Paul stiffened his tongue and jabbed it forward. He loved the delicious taste of her vagina. He kept his tongue licking and lashing at her love button. And she was so happy that he enjoyed her this much she reached down to grip his head. She ran her fingers through his soft brown hair. She looked at his blue eyes as they widened in wonder and delight as he ate her.
"Eat me, baby," she breathed excitedly. "Ohhh, yes, yes. That's the way. Whip your tongue in there. Oh, lover, lick me."
In and out his thick tongue worked.
"I can't stand it," Kathy cried passionately, "Oh, eat my box, baby. Love me. Lick me."
Paul licked his mother's pussy. And when he had finished devouring her completely he pulled his tongue out.
"You're such a good boy," she panted, "you sure know how to make a woman happy with your tongue."
A shy but happy smile greeted her as she slid down his body and rested beside him.
"Daddy would go ape if he ever caught us," he chuckled, "but he left us, damn it. We're getting even with him."
In a flash Kathy understood how he figured their lovemaking. Apparently, as far as he was concerned it was a form of vengeance. A form of getting even. This bothered her. She didn't want her son to look at their love like this. It was something far more beautiful, something far more precious to her.
"Sweetheart," she smiled at him, "don't ever look at our love like that. We've got something going. The chemistry is right."
He grinned at her. Reaching out he played with her bosoms.
"How many times I've wanted to touch these," he admitted, "but I couldn't say anything. That was when my brother Eric was around. Eric would think I was crazy if I said you turned me on."
"Your brother wouldn't understand," she admitted. "But we do, don't we, baby?"
"Yes," her young son assured her passionately, "we understand it all."
CHAPTER 2
Kathy lived to regret the day she introduced her son Paul to sex. For once the barrier had been broken and Paul had shed off his fears of becoming involved with the opposite sex, he Was on the make at high school. He would carefully study the girls in each class and decide on the ones that he would like to bed down with.
At last he found a honey-haired blonde with fair skin and blue eyes who really appealed to him. He made it a point to carry her books between classes and did his best to wangle a date with her.
"Betty," he smiled, "how about you and me going out together Saturday night?"
"That would be real nice," she told him. "I know a rock group that is appearing at the Live Oak Rock Palace. Would you like to go?"
"Who is it?" he asked her eagerly.
"The Blood and Sand Group," she said. "We could really have a ball."
That did it. He agreed that he could go, but on one condition. That was that his mother would give him permission and that he could take the car.
When he went home Friday afternoon he was very courteous to Kathy as he wanted to get on the best side of her. Finally, he put it to her bluntly, "I need the car tomorrow night, mom."
"What did you say?" she questioned him.
"I said I need the car," he told her.
"For what?" she demanded.
"I want to hear this rock group, Blood and Sand," he told her, "they're playing this weekend at the Live Oak Palace."
"I've heard plenty about that Live Oak place," she said. "I hear half the people are smoking pot."
"Don't listen to everything you hear," he cut in quickly.
"Are you going by yourself?" Kathy finally asked bluntly.
"I found a girl I want to take," he told her.
For a second it seemed as if her heart would sink. She wanted him so badly. Why did he have to find someone else? Why so quick? All the frustration and fears that flashed across her face transmitted themselves to her young son who felt suddenly tortured.
"I'm sorry, mom," he sighed.
"It's all right, Paul," she turned away, "you've got to go out, grow up and be a man. I guess our little fling was just that. A very little fling."
"I don't want to hurt you," the young boy said as he went over to his mother and placed his hand comfortingly on her shoulder.
Passion possessed her and she turned and looked into his eyes and told him, "You could have one more time with me. Couldn't you? Maybe tonight?"
There was method in Kathy's madness. She figured that if she got his rocks off before he went out on his date that he probably wouldn't get involved. Young Paul hadn't figured that far. All he knew was that his balls were itching and tingling as he stood so close to his appealing, sexy mom. "All right," he agreed.
Kathy led the way to the bedroom. Her young son followed.
"Why don't we take a shower together?" she suggested.
"I'd rather have you wash me off in the tub like you used to do when I was a little boy," he confided.
"All right, dear," she agreed, "if that would make you happy."
She took off her clothes and bent over and pulled up the tub. As she bent over and her young son who was stripping himself, caught sight of her beautiful ass cheeks, he knew where he would like to plant his male member.
Turning around she saw the shy embarrassed look on his red face, "What were you thinking about?" she asked him.
"Do you really want to know?"
She nodded and assured him she did.
"AH right," he smiled, "I wanted to stick my dick up your sweet ass-hole."
Kathy blushed.
"You're as perverse as your father was," she smiled. "I have never been fucked up my ass-hole. I always refused him."
Reaching behind her he slapped her buttocks.
"Please let me fuck you there," he told her.
He slipped his hand between the crack of her ass. Then he pressed his big penis against her. She could feel the hardness of his cock and his balls pressing her now. His arms went around her and he kissed her.
"Let's get in the tub first," she told him, "and I'll wash you."
They got in the tub together. She reached out and stroked his hard shaft. He could hardly wait and she could tell it by the way his body trembled.
She played with his cock and bails and he smiled knowingly.
"I'm gonna slip my cock up your ass," he told her, "and you will love every inch of it."
All at once she was eager to let him have what he wanted. She got out of the tub and he did, too. They dried each other off with a large towel. With trembling fingers she grasped his big cock and stroked it.
"Don't do that," he insisted, "it will explode in your hand."
Her eyes were glassy and her hot lips hung slack. For she wanted to stroke the base of his cock with her tongue.
Hungrily they walked to the bed together.
"What position do you want me in?" she asked him.
"I want you face down with your ass up," he told her.
Getting in the middle of the bed Kathy looked back at her son's menacing penis raised between her ass crack. She didn't flinch as she felt him slipping his big cock between her cheeks.
"I'm not gonna let you drive it up there without lubricating it first," she said as she moved away from her son.
She went to the bathroom and got a container of KY that she hadn't used since her husband was at home. She uncapped it and squeezed its contents into her hand. Reaching for his cock she stroked it firmly but tenderly.
"I love your hand on my big shaft," he smiled. "The juices are really welling up in my balls, mom, I can really feel them now."
She said nothing but went back to the bed. She got on ail fours and bent over farther. He loved seeing her at this angle. He slid his big cock smoothly between her ass crack and then he lunged forward. She felt her ass muscles stretching as he stroked hard.
"Fuck," he told her, "fuck."
He bent over and started licking her ear. She loved the feeling of his big cock pumping up her ass. She wiggled her hips as he went on fucking. He leaned forward now and reached for her bosoms.
"Oh, baby," she groaned frantically, "keep fucking me."
Her young son was surprised at how much pleasure lay ahead of him as his huge cock pounded into her ass-hole.
"Fuck," she begged, "fuck me. I want it. Every inch of it."
He understood as his breath came short. His big balls bounced against her ass as his shaft slid in smoothly. He was fucking her rhythmically now and she was twisting her ass around for him.
"Give it to me," he gasped, "that's the way I want it. Fuck."
He liked having her in this kneeling position. And he told her he wanted her to raise her ass still higher for him.
She bent over with her ass cheeks so high now that all he could see was her twisting ass-hole as he fucked vigorously.
His hands gripped her round ass cheeks.
"Ohhh," he gasped, "that's how I like it. How you can fuck, mom. Keep it up."
She went on twisting her ass as his heavy cock pumped steadily in and out of her. He was reaching deeper now than any prick she had ever known before. She loved the feeling of his big cock teasing the sensitive flesh of her ass with each inward thrust he made.
"Ohhh," she groaned, "keep it up, baby. Now you're really fucking me."
She knew it wouldn't be much longer until his hot cum exploded deep inside her ass-hole. She could hardly wait for that magic moment. She was writhing on the end of his cock as he frantically fucked.
"Keep it up," she begged, "I want it. I want every inch of it."
All at once his big cock exploded. She gripped his penis tightly in her ass muscles and squeezed firmly.
"I'm cuming," he gasped as he bent over and gripped her tits tightly and squeezed them hard.
Her sphincter muscle gripped his sliding shaft and she could feel his balls rubbing against her.
When he'd finished fucking he pulled out. He got off the bed and went into the bathroom alone. Once his cock was out of her and she was left alone she felt a stranger.
"You really know how to fuck," she told him when he returned.
"I'm glad you enjoyed it, mom," he smiled, "and I want to tell you what I'd really enjoy now."
"What's that, dear?" she smiled.
"If you'd let me bring a girl home so I could ball her."
"You're asking for an awful lot," she told him flatly.
"No, I'm not," he insisted. "I've got to get my rocks off with a young chick like every other normal male. I can't wind up being some kind of mother-fucking freak."
That really got to her. She turned away sadly.
"Did I say something bad?"
She shook her head slowly.
"I wish you wouldn't talk like that," she complained.
"Why not?" he asked her. "You know it's not natural for a son to fuck his own mother."
"You can't look at it that way," she insisted quickly.
As her young son looked at her naked body lying there he knew where he had to plunge his penis next. Her quivering pussy appealed to him. He reached out and gently stroked her fur-trimmed triangle. The curly blonde pubic hair had him excited.
"Why don't you let me shave your box, mom?" he asked earnestly.
The last thing she wanted was for him to shave her hair. Nevertheless, if it would turn him on, she calculated, she should. Perhaps he would plunge his mammoth cock into her pussy. If she could once clasp his sliding shaft with her pussy muscles she was confident she could hold him forever.
"All right," she replied softly, not betraying her feelings.
It didn't take him long to get his razor and bend over and shave her.
"I want you to apply some of that shaving soap," she told him.
Using the plastic container he pressed the nozzle and creamy white shaving soap spread across her mound. Now he bent over with the razor in his hand and slowly shaved his mother's pussy. She marveled at how skilled he was and how careful he was.
When it was shaved he looked at it with pride.
"Doesn't that look nice?"
"Does it?" Kathy asked her horny young son.
"Look, mom," he told her, "I'll show you a picture of one of those girls who has a shaved pussy."
The last thing that she wanted to see was any competition. Nevertheless, Paul insisted on showing her a centerfold girl with a shaved vagina.
"Does that get you excited?" she asked, trying to understand him some more.
He nodded. Then he bent over. He crouched over her crotch. Soon he parted her pink pussy lips. His tongue slid against the pink pussy flesh.
"Ohhh, baby," she groaned in delight as she felt his hands clasp her ass cheeks and his tongue slide into her pussy. Her pelvis ground around and she hoped that soon he would slip his tongue out of her and let his cock slide into her.
He didn't take long to turn on with his penis. Once his tongue was out of her vagina he straddled her and slowly bent down, letting his big cock brush across her slit. Her pussy was juicy now and she wanted him to force his big cock into her.
"Fuck me," she said, reaching out and gripping his hard shaft.
He moved forward, plunging his big Cock into her. She enjoyed the thrusting penis as he stabbed hard and fast into her soft flesh.
"Give it to me," she begged, "oh, baby, I want you to keep fucking."
Now he was playing with her bosoms while his penis plunged in and out of her grasping pussy lips.
"Yes, yes," he told her, "that's what I want you to do. Fuck me."
The shaft of his prick slipped in all the way. She loved having the entire length of his cock thrusting hard.
"Oh, keep it moving, baby," she begged, "that's what I want you to do. Slide it in there, sweetheart, all the way."
She was pumping now on his penis.
"Give it to me," he begged, "that's what I want you to do, mom, fuck it, baby. Fuck!"
Kathy reached for Paul's back. She wanted to massage him while he pounded his cock into her. Her hands reached down to grip his firm round buttocks. Easing her hand between his ass crack she suddenly slid a finger up his tight anal channel.
He loved the sensation of her finger gliding up his tight rectum.
"You fuck me and I fuck you," he smiled as he went on thrusting.
"I can't stand it," he cried ecstatically, "oh, wow!"
She calculated she was massaging his prostate gland. Apparently he was getting his kicks from her sexy movements.
"Ohhh," he gasped, "that's what I like. Keep it up. Now you're doing it. Come on, baby. Ohhh, yes, that's the way."
The sensational thrills that went through them both brought them to a scorching climax. Her vagina muscles clutched his sliding shaft and squeezed hard. The hot juice gushed from his cock.
"You're really bringing me around," he smiled at his mother.
Paul's lips pressed against his mother's warm lips. His hands held her tightly.
"Oh, baby," she sighed, "I love you so much, so very much."
It was obvious to Paul that indeed she did love him. Much too much. He withdrew from her and some of his cum dropped on her body. As he walked away she looked at his muscular body. She couldn't help admire him. After all, Paul was her son. His broad muscular shoulders and his trim round hips appealed to her.
He went to the bathroom and urinated and came back and spoke with her.
"You ought to find yourself a lover," he told her. "I've got me a chick lined up at school."
"That's nice," she replied, forcing a smile.
"I was hoping you would say that," he told her candidly. "I do have to grow up, mom."
"That's true," she agreed, "and I suppose I should find someone to replace your father. I was so bitter for so long I didn't want to go to bed with any man. In that way, son, you've done me a great service by having sex with me."
"Have I?" he asked, not quite understanding what his mother meant.
"Yes," Kathy nodded. "I had sworn off men. I had gotten hurt so deeply so many times I didn't want anything to do with any man anymore."
Sitting there naked he smiled happily.
"Perhaps our little affair won't come to a bad end after all," he grinned.
"It doesn't have to," she insisted. "As long as we use our heads."
But as Kathy looked longingly at her son's limp cock dangling between his legs she knew that it wouldn't come to any good end. For she was strung up on him. There wasn't any other man she wanted. Generally speaking, men still turned her off. The awful time that her husband had given her burned in her memory.
Immediately Paul observed where she was glancing.
"What are you looking down there for, mom?" he asked. "Weren't you satisfied?"
"Yes, baby, I was satisfied," she nodded.
Even though she said she was, Paul wondered. Reaching over she gently toyed with his very limp cock. However, as she played with his penis it started to spring back to life. She massaged his balls and he became all the hornier.
"Don't do that," Paul begged, "please don't, mom."
She knew why he didn't want her to massage any more, but she pretended innocent.
"What's wrong if I do play with it, baby?" she asked sweetly.
"You're giving me another hard-on, mom," he told her, "and I don't want to overwork my dick."
"You're strengthening it this way," she told him. "The penis is a muscle. It needs exercise like any other muscle."
"I've already had a good workout," he said. "You can overdo it."
"As far as I'm concerned, baby, you never could overdo it."
CHAPTER 3
Paul soon found out that finding a girl who would do everything he wanted her to the way his mother did was not as easy as he had imagined.
The moment he put his hand on the chick he dated the first weekend away from mom he got a slap.
"I'm not an easy lay," the girl snapped indignantly.
"What do you want, diamonds?" he said angrily.
"Are you trying to say I can be bought and sold?" she demanded.
He became so intensely angry at her response that he nodded.
"You good-for-nothing," she exclaimed, "I'll teach your something about women."
She opened the car door and left him. As he sat there alone he had plenty of time to think. His mind was troubled now. What had he done wrong? It really bugged him. It seemed as if every move he made was wrong.
When he came home he discovered that his mother had waited up for him. She had fallen asleep looking at an old Bogart movie. He awakened her angrily.
"Have a good time, darling?" she asked, glancing at him.
"No," he shrugged. Saying no more, Paul went to his bedroom and slammed the door. Secretly Kathy was happy. She hoped that he would strike out. For she knew all too well that if he scored she would be left on the shelf. And she wasn't about to be left on the shelf for any slut.
Going to his bedroom she rapped insistently on the door.
"Let me in, Paul," she begged, "I want to talk to you."
"Leave me alone," he begged.
"No," she insisted, "I must speak with you, dear. I don't want to see you hurt."
Finally he let her come into his bedroom. He had undressed down to his shorts. Sitting on the edge of the bed she observed the bulging crotch. Apparently, he still had a hard-on even though he was angry.
"I'm so sorry about what happened," she told him, "but you can't score every time. Maybe she wasn't any good for you."
"I don't know how to make out with women," he told her. "I guess you've got to have a magic formula. I know guys at school who can get any chick. There's this guy Fred. You should see what Freddie does with the girls."
"Maybe mother can help you," she told her son. "After all, I am a woman. Women must be dealt with carefully. If you say the right thing to them you can get anything you want from them."
Reaching over she gently squeezed his cock through his cotton shorts.
"Don't do that, mom," he told her. "Why not, son?" she questioned him. "If you want to get screwed," he told her, "I'll pull my shorts down and let you lick my dick. You want that, don't you?"
"I don't like your attitude," Kathy said, seizing the opportunity to make him beg for it.
"What's wrong with it?" he asked, as he got to his feet and slipped off his shorts.
He stood there stroking his magnificent male member with one hand while he reached down to his balls and cupped them in his hand and squeezed them with the other. Kathy's eyes were pulled like a magnet to her son's thick pulsating penis.
"All right," she said quietly, "I guess mom can love you. Just get on the bed, baby, and I'll show you what I want to do."
Her young son got on the bed and spread his legs in an open invitation.
"Why don't you roll over on your stomach," she suggested.
Paul rolled over and spread out. It didn't take long for his mother to find some oil. Pouring the oil over her hand she started to massage his back. He loved the feel of her hands moving up and down his backside. She squeezed his ass cheeks and then she slid her hand between his ass crack.
"Feel of my balls back there, mom," he suggested. "I'd like that fine."
She let her hands gently massage him. Then wandering between his ass crack she eased a finger up his ass-hole.
"That feels good," she told him, "keep doing that."
She bent over and pressed her soft breast against his firm behind. He loved the sensation.
"Oh, wiggle your tits on my ass," he begged.
Kathy did just that. Then rising up she let her tongue lick between his ass croack.
"Lick me," he begged, "Lick my ass out, mom, that's what I want."
She was happy to do Paul's bidding. For she was so turned on with him that anything he wanted her to do, she would do.
With rhythmic strokes she ate his ass. At the same time her hands clasped his ass cheeks and squeezed them.
"Suck my ass," he begged, "suck my ass-hole, mom."
At this point Paul was so stimulated he knew what he had to do. And he did it. Turning over he flipped his cock in her face.
"You'd better do me, mom," he urged.
Before she sucked his cock off she thought he would enjoy slipping his penis between her bosoms. She pressed her great breasts against him. The rock-hard cock slid smoothly.
"That feels super," Paul told his mother, "now play with my ass while you are sliding my prick between your tits."
She slid her hands under her young son's bare behind. She grasped at his ass cheeks.
"Keep that up," he begged, "oh, mom, keep massaging my dick with your beautiful breasts."
He was becoming more and more excited.
"Ohhh, suck me," he begged as his passion reached new heights. "Suck my prick. Come on, mom. Suck my cock off."
She moved up him a bit farther and grabbing his gigantic cock she pressed her lips over its velvety warm crown. She let her tongue lick back and forth.
"Suck me," he begged eagerly, "suck my prick. Come on, mom, suck me."
She let her mouth slip over his shaft and she sucked vigorously.
"That's the way I like it," he told her, "suck my cock off. Come on, suck me."
Her head bobbed up and down on his jabbing penis. She could feel him caressing the back of her throat with his cock head.
"Oh, does that ever feel good when I slide it down your throat," he told her. "Just keep it up. I'll be cuming soon."
The promise of a white flash flood of sperm kept her there. For it was difficult having her mouth and throat filled with her young son's thick pulsating penis. Kathy knew, however, that unless she pulled back, the sperm would shoot down her throat and she would not have the opportunity to taste him. So at one point she pulled away and let his hot cream splash into her mouth. She licked quicker now and he shot a good load.
When she had completed sucking his cock off she pulled away.
Her young son was radiant. His cock quivered as it remained hard.
"You've to me so excited, mom," he told her, "my old cock won't go down. What do you think of that?"
"It's time for another fuck," she smiled, "that's what I think. Son, there's one thing I can do. I can teach you different positions that women need to derive the ultimate sexual climax."
"You name it, and I'll fuck it," he smiled.
Paul was such a playful young boy that it amounted to a wonderful opportunity for her to enjoy herself.
"Sit up," she suggested, "and I'll stretch out over you. I'll let you jab it in there and you will love it."
Paul sat up in the bed. Then his mother straddled him. This time she was lying on her back and Paul could reach out and play with her bosoms while his huge shaft slid rhythmically in and out of her pussy.
"I think you're going to enjoy this," she told him.
"Just keep jabbing that big cock of yours. You have a good angle for your cock."
He went to town now and as she wiggled her hips on him he jabbed forward. All the while he was watching her expressions. The erotic pleasure that flashed in her face as his finger tips manipulated her bosoms pleased him.
"That's it, baby," she begged, "fuck me. Oh, yes. Fuck. I want it. Now you're doing it. Just like that. Keep it up."
He was ramming forward in hard rapid-fire cock stabs.
"Fuck it," he told her, "grab it with your hips. That's it, mom. Give me a good balling."
She was happy to accommodate his lustful requirements. And as he pumped his cock to her she gripped it tightly. Reaching forward he squeezed her nipples tightly.
"Fuck, baby," he told her, "that's the way you do it. Keep fucking."
He went on ramming it to her with hard driving thrusts.
"Keep it up," he begged, "that's it. Ohhh, ahhh, yes, baby. Fuck."
As she saw his tense expression as he closed in on climax she got so hot she juiced the same second he shot off his gun.
"I'm cuming," he gasped excitedly, "oh, wow!"
He fucked now with fervent pleasure.
"Ohhh, ahhh, yes, yes. Fuck off. That's it. Fuck it."
She squeezed his sliding shaft as he juiced. "Ohhh," she gasped, "I love that. Oh, baby, fuck it."
When he pulled his cock out of her he realized more than ever before what a fantastic time he could have with her. Now he wanted to demonstrate what he could do with other women. He knew he couldn't say anything more to her about his desire for another sexual partner. But he kept his eyes open.
He heard about older women enjoying sex and he thought it would be good if he could find a widow or a divorcee who needed some satisfaction. That way he could obtain the release he needed, he thought.
Responding to an advertisement for a woman who said she needed a young man to help her around the house, he went to visit Claire Burke. The first moment he laid eyes on the dark-haired woman he felt his cock stiffen.
"I don't know whether you've had enough experience," Mrs. Burke told him. "You see, I'm alone since my divorce and I have to have someone who can do odd jobs around the house."
"Give me a chance," he begged.
"All right," she told him, "maybe I can."
She went into the living room and told him that she wanted him to wash the walls.
"I've never done that before," he admitted, "but I know I could."
"Do you have your work clothes with you?" Claire asked confidentially. "You can begin if you have, my dear."
"No, I don't," he told her, "but it won't be any problem if you have some old clothes around the house. I could wear those."
"I'm afraid I don't have any," she apologized, "except for an old swim suit that my husband left behind."
"That would be all right with me," he told her.
She went to the bedroom and brought out the swim suit. And young Paul saw it was a very brief bikini style. He didn't let on that he was certain that she had deliberately brought out the swim suit so he would expose plenty of his body to her view.
Once he was in the brief swim suit, she had a stepladder ready for him to start washing the walls.
All the time that he was working she was watching him.
"Apparently, you get a lot of exercise," she complimented him.
"Quite a bit," he admitted.
"There isn't a reason in the world," she smiled, "that my husband couldn't have done a few of these jobs. It was difficult living with a man like him. All he wanted me for was sex."
As he glanced down at her he could understand why.
"Well, you've got a beautiful body, Mrs. Burke," he told her.
"You can call me Claire," she told him.
"You've got a nice body, Claire," he assured her.
Claire was so flattered that she told him she wanted to help.
"Perhaps if I would slip into my swim suit," she suggested, "we could work together and get this done right away."
Paul waited for her to make her appearance. When she did in a tight-fitting white bikini he gulped. s
"Do I shock you?" she smiled as she picked up a wash rag and began cleaning the wall.
"Not at all," he told her. "As a matter-of-fact, you are just what I figured. Hungry for sex, that's what I figured."
Claire made it a point to get close to young Paul.
"If you would slip that suit off," he told her, "I could give you a good time."
"I thought you came here to work," she complained, "not to put the make on me."
"You want me to give you a good time," he told her, "and I know it."
"You men are all alike," she said angrily, "you figure women who are alone must have sex. You don't know how wrong you are. I don't need it."
"Oh, yes, you do," Paul insisted.
CHAPTER 4
Saying no more, Paul slowly eased down his brief bikini.
"What are you trying to do?" she demanded.
"Trying to entice you with my cock," he told her.
When she saw the size of his cock as he pulled his swim trunks down farther, she was so hot for him she couldn't say a word.
"Eight inches of quality meat," he told her proudly.
"Leave me alone," she complained, "I don't want to get involved with any man again. I've had enough of men." i
"Oh, yes, you do," he told her, "and I'm your man, baby."
He got off the ladder where he was working and looked at her.
"You want it and you know it," he told her quickly.
At this point Claire was so eager for him that she went to the bedroom hoping he would follow. She was not disappointed. Her young lover followed and then he got in the middle of the bed and lay back.
"Why don't you go down on me and lick it first?" he asked. "All right," she agreed.
With her bikini off she was something to see. Her beautiful bosoms jiggled as she walked toward the bed. She stretched out and reached toward the young boy's hard shaft. She clasped his pulsating penis and quickly let her tongue slide over the length of it.
"It's good eating," Paul assured Claire.
Her eyes closed as her lips fastened on the head of his penis. In a worshipful attitude she let her mouth slide down the length of him.
"Suck it, baby," he told her as he pumped his cock into her mouth farther.
Claire loved it. It had been a long time since she had taken on a man. And here she had all the young cock she could ever ask for. The young boy was completely uninhibited she could tell. Almost too much so.
"Before you suck it off all the way," he suggested, "how about giving my ass some licking?"
She went down farther on him. She let her tongue slide along his ass crack.
"Eat my ass," he told her, "go ahead, baby. Suck my ass-hole."
Immediately Claire pulled off his penis and let her tongue slide down the underside of his shaft until she was even with his big hairy balls. Next he parted his legs farther and pushed himself upward so his ass crack would be easily available to her tongue.
"Suck my ass," he commanded, "go ahead, suck my ass-hole." Claire was delighted when he reached down to grip her head and force her over him. She loved being dominated in this fashion.
"That's it," he told her, "suck my ass-hole. I like that. Suck it, baby. Now you're doing it. That's the way I want it. Suck my ass."
Her tongue tunneled up his tight channel. At the same time her hand gripped his big shaft.
"Pull it," he told her, "go ahead. Pull my prick."
She jerked on his cock getting it harder as his ass wiggled to her tongue insertion.
"Eat my ass," he gasped, "suck. Ohhh, ahhh, yes, yes. Suck it."
He was so excited now he was shaking with the intensity of his sexual emotions.
"Oh, baby," he told her, "you'd better get your mouth on my cock quick. I'll be shooting."
She pulled away from his ass-hole and slid to the top of his penis. Sliding her mouth down over his cock she sucked vigorously. She wanted to get his cream in her mouth.
"Eat me," he begged, "suck it. Suck my cock. That's what I want you to do. Suck it. Suck it off, all the way, baby, suck."
She was riding rhythmically up and down his slippery shaft. And he was enjoying it.
"Ohhh," he gasped excitedly, "that's the way to do it, baby. Suck it. Come on, suck that cock for me. Suck!"
All at once the big penis exploded.
"Ohhh," he told her, "that's it. Suck it. Suck it off."
The hot cream gushed down her throat. She gobbled eagerly as he gripped her head and pinned her over his penis.
"Eat me," he begged, "suck all the juice out of me. Get it, baby."
Her cheeks sucked in as she ate him.
When he finally pulled away from her he still was hard. But he knew what he wanted. He swung around so he could let his hands sweep under her ass and his mouth get over her pussy. His tongue slipped along her slit.
"Oh, nobody's eaten my pussy for so long, Paul," she panted. "Keep your tongue thrusting in there. Oh, baby, there's more juice where that came from."
Paul was willing to go on licking her snatch as he had an idea of what he wanted to do next. His hands grasping her ass cheeks told him she had a beautiful behind. He wanted to plant his penis between her ass crack and ram it up her rectum as far as he could make it go.
When he nibbled her clit and got her gushing some more she juiced in his face. He sucked all of her cum.
"Ohhh," she groaned when he'd finished. "Did that ever feel fantastic. I haven't been loved like that for so long. My husband was a wonderful pussy eater."
As Paul looked at her he knew what he was going to do next. His cock had to be satisfied.
"You've got another hard-on," Claire observed frankly.
"Yes, I have," he admitted, "and I wonder if you can satisfy me."
"I'm not sure," Claire said as she rolled over.
Now she was lying with her bare ass cheeks exposed. Young Paul reached down and began letting his hands slip over the soft skin of her buttocks.
"You don't want to get in there from behind, do you?" Claire asked fearfully.
"Why not?" he demanded. "It would feel good slipping up your ass crack."
"It might feel good to you," she admitted, "but I don't think it would feel very good to me."
"I'd like to lie back and let you slip your ass down over my dick," he suggested.
"No way," Claire shook her head determinedly.
That didn't make him give up. He figured he would play with her and get her so stimulated that soon she would do anything. His hands fondled her bosoms. Then he rolled her over and wrapped his arms lovingly around her, reaching down to clasp her ass cheeks in his hand and squeeze them. His lips found her lips. His tongue slid along her mouth and as she opened her mouth he slipped inside. His tongue flipped against her tongue. She was really turned on.
"Oh, baby," he gasped, "does that ever feel fantastic. Come on. Let me have your ass."
Once more Claire was fearful.
"I couldn't get that big cock of yours in my ass-hole," she complained.
"Oh, yes, you could," he insisted.
He wasn't about to let her off this easy.
"All I want you to do," he told her, "is put some Vaseline on my cock. Then you slide down it. You can do it as quick or as slow as you want to. How about that?"
Realizing he wasn't going to let her off without an attempt at anal intercourse, Claire nodded.
"I'll try it once," she said nervously, "but if I can't get my ass down over your cock, don't force it, baby."
"That's why I'm gonna let you do it," he explained.
Claire got some Vaseline and massaged it onto Paul's cock. Then when she was over her fear she slowly eased down over his penis. He played with her tits to distract her while she eased her ass slowly over his hard cock. It slipped smoothly between her ass cheeks and then it stopped at the tight anal ring. Claire knew she had to force it if it was ever going to slip in.
"Don't stop," he told her, "go ahead. I want you to do it."
With a hard push she let the big cock slip into her ass-hole. For a second she thought she was going to be split in two. Once the pain had disappeared, the pleasure commenced.
"Fuck," he told her, "wiggle your ass. That's the way I want it. Wiggle your butt."
Claire wiggled her behind. And he rammed forward.
"That's the way I want it," he told her, "fuck, baby. Now you're doing it. Fuck it."
He was driving into her with vigorous cock stabs now.
"Ohhh," he gasped, "does that ever feel good. Keep twisting your ass. More, baby. Just like that. Ohhh, ahhh, yes. That's the way you do it. Fuck it, baby, fuck it."
With his hands on her bosoms and his cock sliding into her ass crack, he was getting more and more stimulated. He couldn't hold back any longer. The hot juice shot from his penis head and up her ass-hole.
"Oh, I'm so excited," she panted as she plunged her fingers into her vagina and played with her love button.
A second later she was juicing herself.
"Ohhh, fuck," he panted as he grasped her ass cheeks and watched her juices trickle from her pussy. "Fuck, baby, fuck."
Paul had never seen anything like it. Her pussy juicing while he was ramming his cock up her rectum really had him turned on all the way now.
When Claire finally pulled off him he realized how much pleasure he could find away from his mother. Claire looked at him and asked confidentially, "Do you screw all the girls at school?"
"All the girls that will let me," he told her with a laugh.
"That's nice," she smiled, "and I'll bet you give them a good time, all the time."
"I try," he smiled.
She paid him for his work and then handed him a twenty. "What's this for?"
"That's for fucking me," she said with a sly smile.
"You make me feel like a male hustler," he laughed.
"Don't worry about it," she told him. "I was thirsty for a man. And you quenched my thirst, baby, that's all."
When he got home that evening his mother was suspicious.
"Where have you been so long?" she demanded angrily.
"I've been working," he told her. "Who for?"
"Claire Burke," he told her.
"I know all about her," his mother said. "She is an oversexed divorcee who's after any man or boy she can get into her bedroom."
"She gave me a good time," he told her, "that's all I know."
"You ought to be ashamed of yourself going around with that trash," his mother snapped indignantly.
"Are you jealous?" he demanded.
"No way," Kathy shot back. "She's a very cheap woman. I hope you didn't tell her you'd ever go back again."
"She said she'd service me on a regular basis," he smiled as he went up to his bedroom.
Paul took off his clothes and was just stepping in the shower when his mother came in the room.
"Will you leave me alone?" he asked her.
"I should say not," she told him. "I've been thinking it over. I'm certain that you had something to do with that woman."
Turning around stark naked, he looked at his mother.
"Why, did you want some of it?"
"I don't want anything more to do with you on this basis," she said angrily, "you're making it all appear so cheap. When I had sex with you, son, it was love."
"If you would love to suck off my cock before I take a shower, mom, it's all right with me," he told her.
Kathy couldn't help being magnetized by the sight of her son's big shaft. She went over to him and gently stroked him.
"Maybe it would help me if I had some of that Cock milk," she said, dropping to her knees suddenly-
It gave Paul a wonderful feeling to have a woman on her knees before his penis. He parted his legs a little wider and gripping her head guided his big shaft into her mouth.
"I'll give you a nice feeding," he said as he inched forward.
His cock slowly slipped into her mouth. As it disappeared and only his balls rode her chin, he fucked hard.
Kathy's hands clasped her son's naked ass cheeks.
"Oh, that feels so good," he panted as he pushed it to her. "That's it. Oh, keep it up. I love that. Suck me. Suck my cock. I want it. Suck. Suck my cock, mom, suck."
He plunged his big penis down her throat. She loved the feel of it slipping in.
"Ohhh," he gasped in excitement, "that's just the way to do it. Eat me. Oh, mom, eat my prick."
He was getting more and more stimulated every second as his huge shaft plunged farther down her throat.
"Oh, eat it. Suck that big juicy prick. Suck it.
Suck that cock off."
The big cock continued jabbing down her throat. She loved it.
"Oh, I like seeing my balls riding your chin," he panted as he drove farther.
It wasn't going to be much longer now. Kathy could tell this. For the way his ass muscles flexed as he fucked her face she knew he was about to explode his hot juices.
Paul watched in the mirror. It was a beautiful sight to see his reflection as his ass muscles flexed as he fucked.
"Eat me," he begged passionately, "eat my prick. Ohhh, ahhh, yes. Suck that juicy cock. Suck it."
Parting his ass crack Kathy let her hand slide between his ass cheeks. Then with her forefinger she eased up his ass-hole. She massaged his prostate while she ate his penis.
"Suck me," he begged, "suck me, mom. That's the way I want it. Suck that cock."
The tempo of his movements increased as he came closer to climax.
"Eat me," he begged eagerly. "Ohhh, ahhh, yes, yes. Eat my prick. Suck that cock off. That's the way to do it. Suck it off."
All at once he exploded. As the steady stream of white cum shot down her throat she gulped greedily and anxiously.
"Ohhh," he gasped in sexual ecstasy, "Lick. Oh, lick it. Every drop of it. Now you're doing it. That's the way I like it."
The hot white climax was all that she wanted. And as she pulled her mouth off his cock she complimented him.
"You shot me a good load, tiger."
"Ease off it," he told her, "it tickles when you suck that hard."
"I'm sorry," she told him.
She lay beside him. Wrapping his arm around her he looked into her eyes.
"What's gonna happen to us?"
"That's a good question, son," she replied. "I don't have the answer."
Her mind was awhirl now. She couldn't keep her hands off him. Reaching down to his momentarily limp cock, she toyed with him. As she fondled his balls, his penis increased in size again.
"You'd better not excite me anymore, mom," he warned her .
"Why not?" she asked eagerly. "We love each other, don't we?"
"That's not the point," he explained, "we just are getting too crazy about having sex. We're fucking all the time, mom."
"You're a young boy," she explained, "and you need a lot of loving."
"That's true," he admitted. "Would you like to sit on my face?"
"Later, dear," she told him. "I think I should have a drink now."
"Mix one for me, too, mom," he suggested.
"No way," she insisted. "I'm not going to introduce you to booze."
"If I can fuck you," Paul told her flatly, "I can drink, too."
Realizing that he was right, Kathy mixed him a drink. Returning to the bed she handed it to him. They both sipped their drinks.
"Would you say that I'm warped?" she asked her son.
"Yes," he replied honestly.
"You shouldn't have said that," she complained. "Talk like that hurts me."
"I apologize," he told her.
As he went on drinking he was thinking. He was realizing that he was getting into a situation that he had no idea how he would get out of.
"It's wonderful," she smiled as she fondled him some more, "that you and I understand each other. It's a beautiful relationship."
"I think so, too," Paul admitted, "but I don't think many other people would understand."
CHAPTER 5
Kathy was determined that she was going to teach her son every sexual technique that she possibly could. She figured that she herself needed instructions.
And so she went to a sex clinic. And Mr. Hall took care of her.
"I'd consider it an honor," Mr. Hall told her, "to guide you in your sex knowledge. Now would you please tell me exactly what you would like to know."
"I'm interested in keeping my husband," Kathy said, of course not wanting to let on it was her own son that she was seducing.
"That figures," he told her. "Now tell me more about your husband."
"My husband is apt to play around," she said. "I guess it's normal for the male species. However, I won't tolerate it. I have a few scruples, you understand."
"I understand, of course," Mr. Hall smiled, "and I want you to know that I'm going to do everything in my power to teach you the fine art of creative sex, my dear."
The first thing Mr. Hall started to do was to remove his clothes. Kathy looked at him a bit nervously.
"Why are you undressing?" she asked anxiously. "I'm going to give you a demonstration," he explained. "I can't help you unless I perform a few sex acts with you. I'm sure that you will benefit greatly by them, my dear."
"Perhaps I had better give this more thought," Kathy hedged.
"Not at all, my dear," he told her. "If you think about it long enough you might not do it. Why don't you just let your emotions take over. Wouldn't you like to go to bed with me?"
Just then Mr. Hall was pulling off his pants. As she looked at his enormous cock bulging through his cotton shorts, she knew that he would be a good fuck for her.
"Maybe," she admitted casually.
Mr. Hall went over to her.
"Reach out and feel of it," he suggested.
Reaching over she felt of his huge penis.
"Now, doesn't that feel good to you?" he smiled.
She nodded. Then she reached in and felt of his huge shaft.
"It's good eating," he winked. "My balls produce thick sperm."
His boldness bothered her. She felt that he was going to be much too demanding.
"Now if you would just slip off all your clothes," he told her, "I could teach you so many interesting things that you could do."
Slowly and a bit reluctantly Kathy removed her clothing. When Mr. Hall saw her bare bosoms and her shaved pussy as well as her ass cheeks, he was ecstatic.
"You're real fine, honey," he told her, "and I can give you a great time in bed. Don't worry about that at all."
They went into an adjoining room where a king-size bed awaited them.
"We're gonna have a wonderful time," he told her, "and I know that you are gonna enjoy having sex with me."
She looked at his handsome well-formed body and she felt a surge of desire go through her. She wanted to have his arms around her so that he could plunge his gigantic cock into her.
"What are you thinking about?" he smiled knowingly as he observed her looking at his crotch.
"I'm not gonna tell you," she smiled.
At this point he was eager to understand every mood and desire that she possessed.
"Now why don't you just stretch out?" he began. "I'll show you a few things about lovemaking."
Mr. Hall spread out over her. Straddling her he lowered his buttocks over her bosoms.
"I'm gonna massage my ass on your tits," he told her, "and you're gonna like it."
Wiggling his ass back and forth across her bosoms he got her more and more stimulated.
"Oh, keep that up," she told him, "I like the feel of your behind on my tits."
He went on massaging his ass on her bosoms and then he pointed his penis at her mouth.
"You're gonna get this quick," he told her, "but first I want you to do a little ass sucking. It's very important to have some preliminaries."
"Naturally," she said as he moved forward and lowered his thighs over her.
"Now just start sucking," he told her, "and don't be bashful about it."
Kathy's tongue licked lightly across his buttocks. He loved the sensation.
"That's the way to do it," he told her. "Just lick my ass."
She was really getting stimulated by him. For she could see what an exciting male Mr. Hall was. While she was sucking on his behind he was pumping on his penis eagerly.
"Oh, wow!" he panted. "That really feels good. Keep licking my ass cheeks."
Her hot tongue swept over his buttocks constantly. But she waited for the moment when his big swinging balls would slip into her mouth. For she wanted to suck on his testicles.
"Keep it up," he begged her, "that's what I want you to do. Keep it up."
They were enjoying it immensely now and then he told her, "Take your tongue out of my ass and start licking my nuts."
Slipping her tongue from his ass-hole she opened her mouth and let him ease his balls inside. He loved the warmth of her mouth.
Her tongue lightly traced over his testicles as her hands reached up to grip his ass cheeks. She squeezed his buttocks as he went on fucking.
"I want to slip my dick in your mouth," he told her, "so you'd better stop nibbling at my nuts. I'll shoot."
Not wanting to lose his sperm load she released his balls. Letting her tongue lightly lick up to the head of his cock she opened her mouth and accepted him. The big penis pumped into her mouth with hard, driving cock stabs.
"Suck it," he commanded, "suck. That's what I want you to do. Suck that big cock. Come on, baby. Now you're doing it. Suck."
Mr. Hall was plunging down her throat. He wanted her to provide the ultimate orgasm for him.
"Play with my ass while you're eating my dick," he told her. "That's what I want you to do. Oh, yes. Come on, baby, do it."
He drove his cock down her throat. He watched as she opened her eyes to see the saliva-slickened penis pumping in and out of her mouth.
"You like sperm, don't you?" he smiled. "I can tell, baby. And I'm not gonna disappoint you. That's it. Ohhh, ahhh, yes, yes. Suck, baby. Oh, now, now."
The hot cream shot down her throat. She pulled back so some of it would land in her mouth.
"Eat it," he commanded, "oh, baby, get all that juice. That's the way. Suck that cock off."
When he had finished pleasing her he pulled out.
"I must admit," he told her confidentially, "you are one of the best cock suckers that has ever come through this place. Half the time you have to train the girls to open their mouth wider so you can slide your dick in. But you're not like that. You're to be complimented."
Looking up at him Kathy allowed a small smile to form at her lips.
"Thank you," she told him, "but, really, should I pay you for this?"
"Now don't be difficult," he told her, "I'm teaching you."
At this point she wondered if he was a fraud or not. Was he going to teach her other techniques of sex that she could introduce to her son?
"Pussy eating requires a lot of talent," he told her. "The tongue must be trained for this specifically. I want to help you that way, too."
"All right," she said, "what do you recommend for pussy eating?"
"I think it's important," he told her, "to relieve the monotony of having sex on a bed all the time. I recommend for the people that come to me that they alternate the happiness of sex by going to the kitchen for some pleasure."
"Kitchen?" she asked. "Why on earth do you tell people to go there for sex?"
"It relieves the monotony of the bed," he explained. "For example, if you would take this table here which we use as a sample set-up and pull off the tablecloth and sit up there totally naked and spread your legs, I could eat you. I could even have a napkin placed at my place and then you could slip your legs around my shoulders and I would have a nice meal."
"You've got it all figured out," Kathy laughed.
"Yes, I have," he admitted.
Kathy figured she might as well do his bidding. She went over to the table and spread out. Sliding his hands under her ass cheeks he held her in place. His tongue slid along her slit.
"Oh, that feels good," Kathy panted as she reached down to hold Mr. Hall over herself.
"Eat me," she begged as she threw her legs over his shoulders and lay back on the table.
It was obvious to Mr. Hall that Kathy was an uninhibited woman. He was pleased over this fact and decided to make the most of it.
"Eat me," she begged anxiously, "ohhh, ahhh, yes, yes. Suck my pussy. That's what I want you to do. Eat me."
Kathy wasn't going to disappoint him. Not at all. As she pushed herself closer to him, his tongue rode into her.
"Ohhh, ahhh, yes, yes. That's the way. Suck my snatch."
With lightning speed his tongue flicked around inside of her.
"Ohhh, ahhh, yes, yes. That's what I want you to do. Suck my pussy. Oh, eat my box."
His tongue explored, licked and lapped at her vagina.
"Suck me off," she begged, "oh, you pussy eater. Jab your tongue in there. That's it. Ohhh, ahhh, I can't stand it. Yes, yes. Oh, baby, suck my snatch."
All at once she couldn't stand it. She was juicing. He licked quickly, enjoying every delicious drop of her.
"Ohhh," she gasped ecstatically, "yes, baby, yes. That's what I want you to do. Suck me. Suck my pussy."
The pleasurable moments for her had not ended. For once he'd finished eating her box he was determined to have more sex with her.
"I'm gonna give you a floor fuck," he told her. "You got me hard again."
She sat up on the table and looked at him. Sure enough, his cock was lengthening. He stroked it a couple of times and it came up quickly.
"I'd like to give you an ass fuck," he told her, "and I know you're gonna love it."
"Sure," she told him, "what position do you want me in now?"
"I want you on the floor," he told her, "and I'm gonna whip your ass and finally fuck it."
Even though she didn't exactly enjoy being on the floor, she knew what he expected. She was determined to give him what he wanted.
"Just crawl on all fours?" she asked nervously.
"Yes," he insisted, "that's what I want you to do."
Kathy got on all fours and felt a bit humiliated. Nevertheless, she knew that was what he expected. As he watched her ass wiggle as she moved across the floor, he smiled. Getting a tube of KY, Mr. Hall squeezed some of its contents into his hand. Then getting down on all fours himself he crawled after her. He captured her ass and quickly applied the slippery substance. He loved the feel of her ass cheeks. And she loved his hands on her buttocks.
"I'm gonna give you a good fuck," he told her. "You're gonna love every inch of it slipping up there, baby."
Parting her ass cheeks he slowly slid his cock between her ass crack.
"That's the way," he told her, "just wiggle, sweetheart."
With a hard driving cock stab he jammed his penis up her rectum.
"Ouch!" she exclaimed. "You're hurting me."
Mr. Hall was oblivious to what Kathy was saying. For he was determined that he was going to get his rocks off high in her smooth ass-hole. His slippery cock continued stabbing rhythmically away. Kathy wiggled her buttocks.
"Now you're doing it," he told her, "twist your ass. Keep your backfield in motion. That's the important thing about a good ass fuck."
Kathy kept twisting, her tail as Mr. Hall's slippery long shaft continued pounding up her behind.
"Fuck it," he gasped, "come on, baby, that's how you do it. Oh, twist it. Now, now. Oh, yes, fuck. Fuck, baby, fuck."
He was driving every deeper, deriving every possible sensation that he could from having sex with her in this way.
"Now you're doing it, baby," he told her. "Oh, just like that. Keep it up. Oh, baby, fuck. Fuck it."
She kept her tail twisting while his cock continued stabbing up her. She was more excited every second.
"Keep it up," he begged anxiously, "oh, yes. Now you're doing it. Swing your ass. Oh, baby, do you like the sound of my balls slapping on your butt?"
"Yes, yes," Kathy cried ecstatically, "keep fucking me. I want it. Oh, yes, fuck me."
Plunging his rock-hard cock up her with vigorous cock stabs he finally got it off.
"I'm cuming," he exclaimed. "Ohhh, ahhh, yes, yes. My dick is exploding. Oh, baby, grind your ass. Get the juice.' That's it. Fuck off!"
She squeezed his penis with her ass muscles and he shot some more juice into her.
"Beautiful, baby," he panted as he went on pumping vigorously.
She thought he would wear out her ass with all of his thrusting. Nevertheless, she did find it pleasurable. When Mr. Hall finally pulled his penis out of her behind, he complimented her.
"You really don't need too many lessons," he told her, "your lover has a good piece of ass in you."
CHAPTER 6
Kathy was pleased that he had given her such a good rating in the sex department.
When she went home Paul was reading a magazine.
"How did everything go at school today, son?" she asked him.
"Just fine, mom," he said, looking away from her.
"You know, dear," she told him, "I have done you a big favor."
"You have?" he asked her curiously. "What are you talking about?"
"About you and me and sex," his mother explained. "I went to a sex clinic."
"Why did you need to go to a place like that?"
"Because," she explained, "I wanted to do my best to help you develop."
"Develop what?"
"If you are going to have a happy marriage," she said coyly, "you must please your wife. Unless you know what you're doing, you can't do that. A woman can divorce a man if she isn't getting satisfaction, you know."
"Is that true?" Paul asked, ignorant of the full impact of what she was trying to do.
"Certainly it is," she said, "and it's important that you realize how few women achieve climax. Therefore, I have done my best to learn a few techniques that I can pass along to you that will help you."
Kathy said not another word. She figured she would arouse his curiosity and that would be the best way that she could get him in bed with her.
She went to her bedroom a moment and slipped off her coat and dropped her purse on the dresser. She went to the kitchen then and started preparing dinner. Immediately Paul was at her side.
"What did this cat tell you?" he asked, getting jealous.
"He didn't just tell me," Kathy confided, "he demonstrated."
"Demonstrated?" he asked, amazed.
"Certainly, dear," his mother said calmly, "that's what sex clinics are for."
He shook his head.
"It sounds dirty to me," he told her.
"On the contrary," she smiled, "I will teach you plenty tonight after dinner."
She made it a point to fix him a good meal. She wanted to pour plenty of protein into him so she could suck plenty of juice out of him.
When they were in the living room watching television, she commented, "How dull can these shows get? I'm tired of these re-runs."
"Do you have any other ideas for what we can do?" Paul asked, knowing what she would suggest.
"Yes," she said quickly, "I think we ought to have a good time together. Why not a good fuck?"
"All right," he agreed, "I guess we could."
He was happy that he was getting his point across to her. Even though it was very difficult he realized that she was listening to him at last.
"You know, baby," she said, "the important thing is for you to be completely uninhibited. How would you like to eat my box on the kitchen table?"
"What?" he asked in amazement. "Is that what they taught you at that sex clinic?"
"Yes, dear," she smiled. "People who want to really enjoy themselves sexually must be completely uninhibited. To be completely uninhibited requires a lot of imagination. Why don't we just take off our clothes and parade around the house completely naked?"
"I'd get horny looking at you if I had all my clothes off," her young lusty son admitted.
"That's as it should be," she smiled casually.
He got the point. She was starting to undress and Paul stripped, too. However, not before she had pulled all of the shades and blinds in the house and put the double lock on the door and checked the back door as well.
"Now we won't be disturbed," she said, "and we'll just let the phone ring. Oh, honey, do you ever look good when you're completely nude," she said, observing her son as he slid totally out of his shorts.
She went over to him and reached for his cock and pulled on it a couple of times.
"You like that, don't you?" he asked with a happy smile.
"It's a nice play thing," she admitted. "And mother knows best."
She dropped to her knees and let her tongue lightly lick his cock.
"Are you gonna blow me now?" he asked.
"No way," Kathy told him. "First I want to teach you how to eat my pussy on the kitchen table."
Going to the kitchen Kathy had a few ideas herself.
"You know that strawberry jam you like so well?" she smiled at him. "Yes," he nodded.
"I'm gonna feed you strawberry pussy," she giggled.
Pulling off the tablecloth she then proceeded to get the strawberry jam from the kitchen cabinet. Next she parted her pussy lips and spoon fed herself the strawberry. Getting in the middle of the table she spread her legs for him. He could see the strawberry dripping from her shaved pussy.
"Oh, that looks beautiful," Paul smiled, pulling up a chair and reaching for her thighs.
Paul's hot tongue licked along her vagina. The strawberry tasted wonderful to him.
"Eat me," she begged eagerly, "oh, baby, eat my box. That's the way. Oh, yes. Lick me. Oh, lover, lick my pussy."
Paul was turned on. His hands held her thighs fast as his tongue slipped swiftly into her slit.
"Suck me," she begged, "suck me, baby. That's the way you do it. Eat me."
His tongue frantically flipped around inside of her. The strawberry tasted good to him, but her pussy juices tasted even better. Nibbling her clit he got her gushing. Kathy reached out and held her young son's head pinned to her vagina.
"Eat me," she begged, "eat my strawberry pussy, baby. Ohhh, ahhh, yes, baby, yes. Eat momma's sweet-tasting box."
The delicious taste of strawberry and pussy juice triggered his tongue into wild action.
Once he had been ignited he taught her everything he knew about sex. For he knew that a finger sliding up her ass-hole might feel good. And he ran his finger up her behind while he finished licking her strawberry pussy.
Pulling his tongue out as well as his finger, he looked up at his mother for approval.
"How do I rate?"
"What do you mean, dear?" she asked, not understanding at all.
"I mean, with that fucker you've been making it with at the sex clinic," he explained.
"You're much better, baby," she assured him, "you really are."
He got to his feet and went over to the refrigerator and pulled out a Coke. Then he sat there.
"I like just looking at you, mom," he told her. "I guess it's been so long that I've waited for pussy I could enjoy, I can't get enough of it."
Reaching out she ran her fingers through his hair.
"Oh, darling," she said quietly, "you'll never know how much it means to me to have sex with you. I don't think there is anybody on earth I would enjoy having sex with more than with you, baby."
"Thank you, mom," he told her.
When young Paul got to his feet and his big cock swung between his legs, his mother reached for it.
"Baby," she smiled, "why don't you switch places with me? You get up here on the table and I'll lick your ass. I'll even put strawberry in your ass-hole so I can suck out a strawberry ass."
"It's fine with me," he told her, "but I want to slip my dick in your pussy. I want to feel those pussy muscles of yours clamp on my cock."
"Certainly," she sighed, "we want to try everything. It's so much fun with creative sex, isn't it, my dear?"
Paul understood what an imagination she had. And he was willing to play along with her. But he wanted what he wanted, nevertheless.
He replaced her in her position on the table. He lay on his stomach and she spoon fed his ass-hole the strawberry jam. Then licking his ass cheeks she let her tongue slip down his ass crack.
"I'm gonna fuck you," he panted as he drove his cock forward.
"Oh, baby," she panted, "it feels so good when I can slip my tongue up your ass-hole."
The strawberry jam in his ass tasted good to her. But what was even better was when she saw him fucking back, arching so she could get good thrust with her tongue. Her tongue stiffened and she stabbed up there.
"Ohhh, ahhh, yes, yes. That's the way I want it. Oh, baby, now you're doing it. Love me. Ohhh, ahhh, yes, yes."
The passionate pleasure that was surging through his body had him shaking.
"Eat my ass out, mom," the young boy begged. "Suck my strawberry ass. Oh, mom, suck ass."
She was going to town with her tongue. Stiffening and stabbing it all the way up his rectum she cleaned out the strawberry jam out of his ass and went on stabbing. He pressed against the table and he was worried. He feared that his juice would spurt on the table. This would be terrible.
"Quick, mom," he begged anxiously, "Let me roll over and slip you my cock."
The invitation to suck off his cock was all she needed. She pulled her tongue from his behind and he rolled over. Glancing at his mammoth male member she grasped it eagerly.
"Suck it," he told her, "suck my dick."
Kathy clasped her young son's thick penis. She pulled it to her mouth. Her tongue slipped back and forth over the head of his shaft.
"That's the way to do it," he told her. "Now you're sucking. Come on. Suck that cock. Suck it. Suck it off."
Her tongue licked his cock head and her head moved up and down on the length of his shaft. She toyed with his balls, tugging them gently.
"Eat my prick," he panted, "suck that cock off. Now you're doing it, baby. Suck that cock. Suck it off. Oh, yes. I love that. Suck that cock, baby. Suck it all off."
The hot cream was about to explode. This was the moment of climax and Kathy could hardly wait for it. In a blinding flash of creamy white cum her young son got his gun off.
"I'm cuming," he exclaimed. "Oh, mom, I made it."
He held her head down on his cock as he went on stabbing into her mouth. His balls swung on her lips as his hips vigorously jabbed forward.
"Eat it," he cried ecstatically, "eat my dick. Oh, suck out every drop of it. That's the way I want it. Suck that cock off, mom."
Pulling her mouth off his penis she looked at him and a delighted smile formed on her face. For she discovered that he could remain erect.
"Ohhh, tiger," she told him, "we're gonna have some real fun. Let's go into the bedroom."
She pulled him off the table by his penis. And Paul followed.
"I'm gonna enjoy this," he told her. "Now what do you want to do next, mom?"
"I want to try a good position," his mother said, stretching across the bed. Then she threw her legs up in the air.
"I want to put my feet on your shoulders," she explained, "and you can slide that cock of yours up my ass-hole."
He looked at his penis which had no lubrication on it.
"Do you want me to spit in my hand and put it on my dick, or have you got something else in mind?"
Realizing that she had been so eager for action that she had neglected to apply Vaseline to her son's penis, she apologized.
Returning from the bathroom she uncapped a container of Vaseline, dipped her finger in and slid it along his cock. When his penis was slick with the Vaseline, she told him, "Now you dip in and finger my ass."
He did as his mother told him. Then when she threw her legs up into the air he straddled her. He loved this position. Watching in the mirror was a pleasure. For he could see both legs up in the air as his big cock stabbed forward.
"Fuck me," she begged, "stick it in there, son. That's the way. Drive it up my ass."
With hard driving thrusts he rammed it to her savagely.
"Fuck it," he begged, "fuck."
She accepted him gladly. The big cock drove in vigorous movements.
"Ohhh," he gasped, "that's the way to do it. Come on, baby. Now you're doing it. Just like that. Fuck it."
Kathy wiggled her ass as her young son's slippery shaft rode into her rectum.
"All the way up there," she begged, "I want to feel every inch of it screwing into me. Ohhh, ahhh, yes, yes. Fuck. Fuck it."
In and out his penis plunged. She wiggled her ass all the while.
"Yes, baby," she begged, "oh, yes. I want every inch. Fuck me. Fuck me!"
The pleasurable sensations that surged through Paul's body as his penis plunged up his mother's tight ass-hole surprised him. For it was tighter than her pussy.
"Twist it," he begged, "oh, like that. Oh, I love that. Oh, fuck me. Fuck it."
It was amazing to him what delights he could enjoy. He loved seeing her in this position. Glancing in the mirror with the reflection of her legs up in the air and his slippery cock sliding back and forth, excited him all the more.
"Give it to me," she begged passionately, "oh, fuck my ass. Oh, wow!"
Her ass was on fire as her young son fucked her. It was even more exciting than when Mr. Hall thrust his cock into her. For her son's penis was harder. And the uninhibited way that he plunged it to her stimulated her.
"Give, mom, give," he gasped as he rode into her ass.
Kathy didn't miss a trick. She kept her ass swinging around as her young son pumped forward.
"Grab it with your ass," he told her, "Like that. Oh,"mom, do you like the sound of my balls slapping on your ass when I'm fucking you?"
"Yes, tiger," she told him, "it feels fantastic. Oh, give me that juice. Let me feel you shooting into me. Oh, honey, fuck. Fuck it."
He was coming closer and closer to climax.
"Ohhh, ahhh, yes, yes. That's the way to do it. Fuck off!"
Suddenly his cock exploded.
"I'm cuming," he exclaimed. "Ohhh, ahhh, milk my dick, mom."
With a milking motion she gripped him with her sphincter muscle.
"Ohhh, ahhh, yes, yes. That's the way. Fuck off!"
The hot cream shot up her ass. She loved the feel of it surging into her. Paul's thick penis continued stabbing until he had unloaded. Ever so slowly he finally withdrew.
"Oh, mom," he told her as he played with her breasts as she lay there, "you're so beautiful."
Paul's hands were all over her body. He was caressing her, loving her and squeezing her.
"Take it easy, son," she told him, "you're too excited right now."
"I am," he admitted, "I'm not ashamed of fucking you anymore. I'm proud of it. I really am proud of it, mom. And why shouldn't I be?"
"Yes, baby," she smiled, "why shouldn't you be? We've enjoyed it. We've needed each other. We needed it desperately, baby."
"Of course we have," he smiled, "and I promise you, mom, you are always gonna have me. Just like this. Don't worry about a thing."
Paul's arms were around her. He was reaching down with his hands to grip her ass cheeks and squeeze them. His lips found her lips and they merged in a soul kiss. Opening her mouth Paul let his tongue slide in. Their tongues did a love duet.
"Paul," she said softly, "You'll always love me, won't you?"
"Always, mom," he assured her.
His eyes were aglow, blazing with the pleasure that he had just discovered.
"Don't ever hate me," she said sadly.
"How could I ever hate you?" he asked huskily. "Not when you've let me love you like this. No boy ever had a nicer mom."
Reaching down she tugged on Paul's penis.
"You say the sweetest things, baby," she told him, "and I know that you will forgive me for loving you so."
Paul lay back and let her play with his penis and balls.
"What fascinates you about my cock so much?" he asked curiously.
"I guess it's because it brings me so much pleasure when we have sex," she explained.
"You like to be fucked a lot, don't you, mom?" he asked.
"Every way," she admitted. "Maybe I was born to be a playgirl. A girl who gives pleasure."
"You wouldn't like that," Paul insisted. "You put feeling into it. Some of those whores don't care about a guy. All they want is his money. They try to get his gun off as quick as they can so they can make more money."
"We live in a materialistic world," she replied, "and time is money. I guess the girls figure they have to get a guy to do it quickly or they're lost."
"You want to suck on me some more?" he asked eagerly.
"No," she assured him, "I'd just like to toy with you."
When she had played with him a moment or two and then removed her hand from his crotch, he reached over and began playing with her. His fingers ran along her pussy slit and then pushed two fingers into her vagina. He played with her love button and she enjoyed the sensation.
"Oh, sweetheart," she sighed, "you don't know how great that feels to me. Baby, I really enjoy that."
She was as attracted to him as he was to her. And the chemistry between them had them both trembling with passionate excitement.
"Paul," she suggested, "why don't you pinch my love button? Just like you're doing. And with your other hand slip a finger up my ass."
Paul got down between his mother's thighs. Easing one finger into her ass-hole he used his other two fingers to play with her pussy.
"You have wonderful fingers," she told him, "you really do. Oh, honey, play with me. That's what I like. Oh, yes."
Her body was electric with excitement now.
CHAPTER 7
Kathy felt herself climaxing as her son's fast finger work brought her to a scorching climax. The moment her pussy juices trickled down her inner thigh Paul's tongue was lapping away.
"Eat me," she begged, "oh, Paul, don't ever stop. Love me, baby. That's the way your momma wants it. Love me."
Licking and lapping up her pussy juices Paul finally pulled his tongue away from her crotch.
She looked at him with adoration flashing in her eyes.
"Oh, baby," she told him, "you've made me so happy."
They fell asleep on the bed together.
The following day Kathy realized she would have to do something about Paul. For he was wanting to have sex too often.
"Dear," she suggested, "you used to be so interested in sports. Now all you want to do is stay home and ball me."
"I can't help it," he told her, "I got strung up on sex and I got carried away."
Kathy knew Paul was telling her the truth. Even though it was difficult for her to conceive of her son having sex with a young high school girl she figured some association was essential.
"Why don't you date some of those nice girls at high school?"
"There aren't any nice girls in high school," he complained.
"I'm sure you would find some girls who would enjoy your company," she told him, "and maybe you could find some boyfriends. There are boys there who are interested in sports and similar things that you are."
"I'll try," Paul assured her as he went off to school that morning.
On the way to school he went past Rocky's place. Rocky called out to him, "Wait up and I'll go to school with you."
"All right," Paul called back.
As the two boys walked to school together, they got to talking.
"Having any fun lately?" Rocky asked Paul.
"What do you mean?" he asked curiously.
"I mean," he explained, "have you had any good chicks?"
"It's getting difficult," Paul admitted, "to find some young girl who isn't already taken. Seems as if every guy has every chick who's any good sewed up."
"I know it's awful," Rocky said. "I ought to get me one of those older women."
"Anyone in mind?" Paul asked curiously.
"I've heard about a widow lady," he told his buddy, "who loves to have orgies."
"You ought to have me meet her," he smiled.
"Maybe I can," he told him. "She's a nurse. Her husband used to be one of those guys who gives massages. And she carries on his massage place."
"Oh, one of those dames," Paul chuckled. "I've heard about massage parlor action."
"Funny thing," his buddy went on, "but she gives above ground massages to the older men. It's the young boys that she's hung up on. I guess her old man didn't give her enough head or something."
"We could take care of that, couldn't we, Rocky?" Paul smiled knowingly.
"Sure could, buddy," he told him. "See me after school tonight and we'll arrange something."
Paul nodded. After school the two boys got together.
"We could stop by her place today," Rocky suggested.
"Maybe she's busy with someone," Paul warned him.
"Don't worry about that," Rocky assured him. "She'll make time for me."
"Me, too?" Paul asked, wanting to make sure that he wouldn't be unwelcome.
"She's told me over and over to bring a friend along," he assured him.
"That's great," he told him, "I can hardly wait for the action."
They walked over to the widow's place. As they approached her house Paul told his friend, "I'm afraid to go in."
"You don't have to be," he told him, "she won't bite you."
He rapped on the door and to his surprise and delight she immediately responded. Standing there in a tight-fitting dress she looked at both young men. Immediately she recognized Rocky. But Paul was a new conquest. Her eyes brightened at the thought of going to bed with him.
"Good afternoon, Rocky," she smiled, "what brings you over this fine day?"
"I was wondering if you might take care of Paul and me," he told her.
"Sure," she smiled, "you'd like a massage, I presume."
"I'd like one real fine," Rocky smiled, "and Paul here never had a good body rub down."
"That's too bad, baby," she grinned knowingly. "Let me introduce myself. I'm Donna."
"Happy to meet you, Donna," the young boy replied. "I guess I'll just wait out here while you massage Rocky."
"No way," she complained, "you must come into my treatment room. My husband had it fixed up. He was an osteopath and I've carried on where he left off."
Both boys went into the dimly lit treatment room.
"You can take your clothes off," she suggested, "and I could give you a double massage."
"All right," Paul smiled.
Once in the treatment room both boys undressed. She handed them each a towel.
"First, I think it would be a nice idea to take a shower," she suggested. "There are double showers in there."
Both boys went into the shower room. When they returned toweled and dry, they stretched out on the two treatment room tables.
"First," she smiled, "I will give Rocky his rub-down. You can watch and see how I'm doing."
At this point Donna was wearing a skimpy white nylon outfit. It was very evident she wore nothing underneath. Paul could see the trace of her nipples as he looked at her bosoms closely.
"You are tense, Rocky," she told him as she started massaging his back.
Rocky nodded.
"I guess I'm not relaxed at all," he admitted. "Give me a good rubdown."
She poured some body rubbing oil into her hand and started massaging. Running her hand down to the slope of his behind she squeezed his ass cheeks.
"Ohhh," he gasped, "you really are too much. Squeeze my ass."
She squeezed his buttocks and it excited Paul watching.
"Now lick my ass," Rocky suggested.
To his total delight Donna let her tongue slip up to his ass crack.
"Why don't you take off that ridiculous nylon uniform?" Rocky chuckled. "Then you can slip your breasts over my behind. I love the sensation of your big tits crushing down on my buttocks."
Donna did as she was told. As the nylon uniform fell to the floor her naked body was revealed in all of its splendor.
"You really look gorgeous," Rocky smiled. "I'm sure we will have a very good time."
She got up on the treatment room table and let her bosoms crush down on the young boy's buttocks. As she did so her ass was up in the air. Paul knew what he wanted. He got off the treatment room table that he was on and flipped the towel to the floor.
"Where's that body oil?" he demanded.
Donna pointed to a small table nearby. Reaching for it, he poured some into his hands and applied the oil to his penis. He was determined that he was going to get a good fuck out of her ass-hole.
Once he was well oiled he got back on the treatment room table and flipped his slippery cock between her ass crack.
"Fuck me," she begged anxiously, "go ahead, baby, fuck me."
While she was licking Rocky's ass-hole she felt her own ass being invaded. For Paul was plunging his slippery penis up her rectum.
"Fuck," Paul commanded, "wiggle your ass for me. That's what I like. Come on, baby, fuck it. That's the way. Fuck."
The throbbing penis pumped hard up her rectum. Paul's balls bounced on her ass cheeks.
"Suck my ass-hole," Rocky demanded, "suck my ass.
Paul looked in the mirror. He would see the reflection of their three bodies. There she was bent over with her ass upraised so his thick penis could plunge up it. At the same time Rocky's upraised ass was getting sucked.
"Eat my ass out," Rocky panted. "Oh, yes, baby, suck ass. Reach around, Donna and grab my dick and pull on it."
Donna reached around and pulled on his throbbing penis. He loved the sensation of her hand slipping up and down his shaft.
"Oh, suck ass," he begged, "suck ass. That's how you do it. Come on, sweetheart, suck ass."
He was totally intrigued and turned on. Having his buddy get his kicks pleased him. But he knew his cock was so hard that he would explode.
"Tear your tongue out of my ass," he told Donna, "and get set for my big prick."
Donna took her tongue out of the young boy's tight anal channel. He rolled over and grasping his penis, forced it to her mouth.
"Lick on this, lover," he suggested, "you'll love every delicious drop of it."
Her lips fastened on his penis.
"Suck it," he commanded, "come on, sweetheart, suck that big juicy prick. That's what I want you to do. Suck that cock."
Donna's head bobbed up and down on the young boy's thick throbbing penis. She played with his testicles and ran her fingers smoothly up his ass-hole.
"Eat my dick," he demanded, "suck. Suck my juicy prick. Suck it off. Oh, baby, let me feed you. I want to give you my load."
Passionately he plunged the thick penis into her mouth. Her lips fastened on him.
"Eat me," he begged anxiously, "oh, lover, suck my dick. Suck it off."
At the same time Donna was tingling with excitement as the passionate penis pumped hard up her ass. Young Paul was thrilled at the idea of an orgy. Watching his buddy getting his cock sucked added to his delight.
"Lick his dick," Paul called out, "that's what I want you to do. Suck his cock. Suck it off, baby. Come on, sweetheart, suck that big juicy dick off."
All at once the big cock exploded. Donna gulped greedily, sucking in every drop of the thick hot cream.
"Eat my dick," he begged her. "Suck it. Suck every drop of it. That's the way. Come on, baby, suck that big juicy cock off."
Proudly, passionately she pulled on his penis as she ate him. More sperm spurted from his cock head. At the same instant Paul was getting so excited his sperm shot out of his cock and up her ass-hole. He plunged his penis in up to the hilt. His balls jiggled on her ass cheeks.
"Suck it off," Rocky begged, "suck every drop of it. Drain it."
This was the way Donna liked to get fucked. She was happy she could take on two young boys instead of one. First Paul pulled his penis from her ass-hole. Next she slid off Rocky's cock.
The three of them lay like this for a moment and then Paul got off the treatment room table. He slapped her ass a good whack and she looked at with a laugh.
"Did you like my ass-hole?" she returned the glance.
"You've got a great ass," Paul assured her.
Immediately Rocky decided he was going to enjoy her, too.
"So great, in fact," he chuckled, "I'm gonna fuck it, too. Get ready, baby, and I'm gonna drive it up there."
Donna got on the treatment room table. She spread her legs and Rocky got behind her. Gripping her firm white ass cheeks Rocky flipped his huge cock between her ass crack.
CHAPTER 8
"I won't need to put anything on it," Rocky smiled at his buddy. "You greased her ass for me."
Driving forward he rode his cock up her rectum eagerly.
"Fuck it," he panted, "that's the way I want you to do it, baby. Fuck. Come on, sweetheart, twist your tail. Now you're doing it. Grind your hips, honey."
She was grinding her ass all right and he loved it.
"Keep it up," he begged her, "that's the way you do it. Oh, baby, twist it for me. Keep it going."
His thick cock rammed up her rectum. Now Paul decided it was his turn to have some fun. Only he was going to try something different.
"I want you to eat my ass," he suggested.
Propping his ass up in front of her he looked back.
"Suck my ass, sweetheart," he told her.
Gripping Paul's firm round behind she let her tongue slip up his ass-hole.
"Eat my ass," he begged her, "go ahead, baby, suck me."
With rapid-fire tongue movements she liked licking the young boy's behind. At the same time she reached around to pull on his cock in a milking motion.
"Great hand action," he complimented her, "you sure know where it's at, Donna. Come on, ass sucker, suck me."
Donna did her best to excite him. Her tongue plunged on up his ass while Rocky's cock stabbed up her slippery ass-hole.
All at once Rocky shot off his gun.
"I'm cuming," Rocky gasped excitedly as his hands reached out to clasp her buttocks. "Oh, baby, grab it. Milk my prick."
She swung her hips around and using her sphincter muscle she grabbed his cock shaft and milked him.
"Oh, baby," he panted, "does it ever feel good when your ass pulls on my prick."
She continued milking his cock until he had finished shooting. Slowly Rocky eased off Donna's buttocks.
Donna pulled her tongue out of young Paul's ass-hole and told him flatly, "I would enjoy fucking your ass."
"What with?" he laughed at her.
"I'll show you," Donna said as she got to her feet and went over to a closet. She reached up and pulled out a plastic penis.
"Did you ever get your ass fucked with one of these?"
"No, I haven't," he admitted candidly, "but it might be fun."
Donna strapped it on. She wasn't going to waste any time.
"Now, tiger," she told him, "you're gonna enjoy it. And I mean enjoy it."
As he got on the treatment room table in the position she told him to, his ass was upraised. Donna clasped the young boy's buttocks and slowly eased the oiled dildo up his ass crack. While all this was going on, his buddy was watching.
"It gets me excited just watching you slip that dildo up Paul's ass," Rocky admitted candidly.
Donna lurched forward. The plastic penis slid smoothly up Paul's tight rectum. Paul winced with pain as the thick plastic cock plunged past his tight anal ring. However, once it had been inserted all the way he discovered enjoyment.
"It feels all right," he said in a surprised manner.
"Don't be shocked," Donna told him as she went on driving the dildo vigorously up his ass-hole. "I'm massaging your prostate gland, sweetheart."
At this point Rocky figured he ought to get into the act, too.
"Your mouth is free," he told Donna, "and you could be sucking my cock while you are fucking his ass."
He stood up on the treatment room table and then squatted down so he could aim his penis right at Donna's mouth. Donna was delighted to entertain him. For she always approved of obtaining every sexual kick possible.
The thick cock plunged into her mouth and down her throat. She was being throat fucked now while she was fucking Paul's behind. Paul's ass wiggled. Paul watched in the mirror. He saw Rocky's saliva-slickened penis plunging in and out of her mouth. He watched as Rocky's balls rode down his chin. Donna held her head back and enjoyed it.
"Eat my meat," the young boy begged. "Oh, sweetheart, suck it. That's it. Come on, cock sucker, suck. Suck. Suck that big dick."
She was sucking now for all she was worth.
"Eat my prick," he begged her, "that's what I want you to do. Eat it. Come on, sweetheart, suck. Suck that big juicy cock. Suck it off."
The thick pulsating penis exploded. Just then Donna felt herself juicing as she went on jabbing the plastic cock up Paul's tight ass-hole. It had gotten her stimulated to see his behind wiggling as the plastic cock serviced him.
She enjoyed having the white cum flooding down her throat while she finished fucking the other boy.
Rocky pulled his cock out of her mouth and some of his cum dribbled on her breasts.
"Mind if I lick your tits?" Rocky smiled.
"Talk about ego trips," she laughed as she watched Rocky lick his own sperm off her bosoms.
Slowly she eased the plastic cock out of Paul's ass-hole.
"That was a lot of fun, Donna," Paul assured her.
"I was hoping you'd think so, tiger," she smiled.
The two of them were really excited now. For they recognized how much pleasure they could be giving each other.
Rocky, Paul and Donna went into her bedroom at last. She told them to stretch out in the king-size bed while she fixed drinks. Mixing some bourbons and Seven, she handed them to them.
"Some people would probably say I'm a wild, evil woman," she laughed, "but I don't look at it that way. Do you, Rocky?"
"No way," Rocky said emphatically, "best piece of ass I've ever had."
"What a nice compliment," she winked, "and what have you to say, Paul? Cat got your tongue?"
"No, but your pussy sure has," he chuckled. "I've never seen a snatch that was so appealing."
"What is it about me that you like most?" she asked, fishing for compliments.
"The smooth contours of your body," Paul explained. "The way your breasts sweep out and the way your ass sweeps out. You've got beautiful lines, baby. But the nicest thing, I guess, is the fact that you're uninhibited, sweetheart."
"I guess I am," she said. "I had to go to one of those shrinks and pay a lot of money before I could do everything."
"You mean you were a shy type?" Rocky laughed.
"It wasn't that," she explained, "it's just that I was brought up in a puritanical background. My mom and dad didn't think it was right to even go to a dance."
"Your mom and dad would flip wherever they are if they saw you now."
"That's true," she said, sipping some more of her drink"
Getting up she mixed herself another drink.
"Hurry up, boys," she said, "you've got to catch up with little old Donna."
Both boys gulped their drinks greedily. Donna handed them some more.
As they sat there she explained her sexual views.
"There's so much misery in this old world," she said quietly, "that it just seems natural that we should think more of pleasure. After all, we're not doing anybody any harm."
"That's true," Paul nodded. "We're just having a good time."
"Right on," she smiled, "and the next fuck I would like to have you boys do would really be something. I would like Rocky to stretch out on his back. I'll straddle him and slip my tight pussy over his penis."
"Swing, baby, swing," Rocky smiled as he rolled over on his back and spread out. A couple of tugs on his cock and it was up all the way.
Immediately Donna straddled him. Grasping his penis she plunged it into herself. Then she stretched out and let herself vigorously fuck him.
"Now you get in my ass," she told Paul.
Paul mounted her from behind. Flipping his cock up her slippery ass-hole he saw what pleasure they could derive from this three-way fuck.
"This is what I call the sex sandwich," she smiled. "I'm the piece of meat in the middle."
Both boys laughed as they fucked her hard.
"Oh, that's beautiful," Paul panted as he watched her ass wiggle as his cock stabbed up her.
"Fuck hard," Paul gasped. "Baby, grab my prick. That's the way to do it. Just like that. Oh, I love it. Keep fucking. Faster. Now, now. Oh, baby, fuck. Come on, sweetheart, fuck it."
Faster and faster his penis plunged up her rectum. She twisted, letting her sphincter muscle massage his cock as he plunged forward.
At the same time Rocky was stabbing his cock into her pussy. Her muscles clasped his sliding shaft.
"Brush those big tits of yours across my chest," Rocky smiled up at her.
Donna let her bosoms brush over his chest. He loved the sensation. Reaching out he gripped her ass cheeks. His hands felt his buddy's hands there, too.
"Hey, quit grabbing me," Paul chuckled.
"Sorry, buddy," he told him, "but we are fucking the same piece of ass."
The three of them were building at a similar tempo. Paul would time his cock stabs to those Rocky was delivering to her pussy.
"Oh, we're getting that big beat," she gasped excitedly. "Come on, baby. Fuck it. Don't you love this, Paul? Isn't it more fun doing it with two other people?"
Paul had to nod and agree.
Glancing in the mirror he could see his slippery cock sliding in and out of her tight twisting ass-hole. At the same time he could observe her bosoms brushing over Rocky's chest. Rocky was really fascinated with her.
"Ohhh, wow!" Rocky gasped. "I'm almost there. Come on. Let's make it together. Harder now. Oh, baby, fuck."
She was pushing forward and Paul was driving into her. Suddenly the three of them came together. The hot sperm shot out of Paul's cock and up her ass-hole. At the same instant she was juicing, giving lubrication to Rocky's cock as it exploded in her pussy.
She gripped it tightly with her pussy muscles and got some more sperm out of his cock head.
"Oh, fuck me," she begged eagerly, "fuck me, baby. That's the way I like it. Fuck me. Now you're really doing it, fuck, baby, fuck."
They went on shoving until they'd finished shooting. Paul was the first to pull off. His penis dripped some cum on her ass cheeks.
"Wipe it off, Paul," she smiled back at him.
Paul reached for a nearby towel and wiped her buttocks. Next she pulled off Rocky. Rocky lay there, his slippery cock still erect. She lay down between them.
"Oh, boys," she gasped happily, "this was so much fun. I wish you both would suck on my tits now. I love to have my tits sucked."
Rocky was the first to bend over and start licking at her breasts. A moment later his buddy enjoyed himself by licking her other bosom. Rocky reached down to finger her pussy and Paul parted her legs so he could slip a finger up her ass-hole.
They played like this for a few moments.
"You'd better hurry on, boys," she said nervously as she glanced at the clock. "I wouldn't want to contribute to the delinquency of any minors."
Both boys laughed at the thought of her contributing to their delinquency. However, they did get dressed and each boy promised to come back to entertain her.
Once they were gone Rocky observed to Paul, "She really dug you."
"How could you tell?"
"She wanted to do everything to you," Rocky told him. "Lick your nuts, suck your ass, the works."
"She was a lot of fun," Paul admitted.
When Paul got home his mother was furious.
"Where have you been?" she snapped indignantly. "Do you realize what time it is?"
"Sure I do," he told her, "so what's bothering you?"
"Plenty," she told him angrily. "You have no right to be gone like this. I had dinner fixed for you at five-thirty. It's seven-thirty now."
"Maybe I found me a girl," Paul said, looking at his mother evenly.
"A girl?" she shrieked. "How dare you? I'm all the girl you need."
"Mom," he told her nervously, "sometimes I've got to go. I can't stay tied to your apron strings forever. I'm not gonna be a worthless mother fucker all my life." i
Saying that got his mother so uptight she went to her bedroom and slammed the door. As Paul looked at the food on the table that she had prepared for him, a guilt feeling came to him. He knew he'd done the wrong thing.
Walking down the hall he slowly opened her door and saw her sobbing on the bed. He went over to her and patted her shoulder.
"I don't know why I'm mean to you," he told her, "I really don't. Maybe we could have sex tonight. I didn't have any chick today."
His mother was so delighted to think that he hadn't had any other woman that she turned around immediately.
"Where were you, darling?"
"I was over at Rocky's place," he lied quickly. "I was talking to him."
"That's nice," she said happily. "I was just worried that you were doing something you shouldn't."
"I appreciate how much you love me," he told her, "but it does bug me sometimes the way you act."
"I can't help it," she told him, "I really can't, dear."
When she was assured that he hadn't done anything she suddenly had the urge to have sex with him.
"Why don't you slip in bed with me before dinner?" she smiled.
"All right," he replied softly, not wanting to rock the boat.
Paul got up and slowly undressed. As he took off his clothes his mother looked at him. There was a sad expression on his face. A confused look.
"Is something bothering you, baby?" she asked, knowing full well what was troubling him.
"In a way," he shrugged. "Sometimes I get to thinking."
"About what, dear?" she asked anxiously. "About me and where I'm going," he explained.
"Sometimes I think I'm just a worthless mother fucker. I mean it."
"You mustn't say such awful things about yourself," she said sadly. "Really, baby, all we have done is love each other."
"If the guys at school knew I was screwing my own mom," he said as he took off his pants, "they would call me names."
At this point Kathy understood. The thought of being stereotyped was torturing him.
"Does that hurt you to think about it?" she asked him frankly.
"Yes," he said, pulling down his shorts and letting his cock flip up, "I'm a mother fucker. That's all I am, and it's terrible."
He shook his head sadly.
"Look, mom," he said, "Let's not talk about it. You want to get fucked and I'll screw you."
He did have a manly way of refusing to face up to anything except action. And she knew what kind of action he wanted.
He got in bed with her after she removed her garments. He slipped his arms around her and his naked body pressed against her.
"I love you so much," she breathed hungrily, "that I want to lick you all over."
She threw back the bed clothes. And she was all over him like a monkey. She began by licking his face. She licked under his eyes. She tickled his ears with her tongue. Then she let her tongue wander down to his chest. She made a trail down to his crotch. Reaching up for a pillow she placed it under his buttocks.
"Part your legs and raise them up for me," Kathy asked Paul.
Paul lifted his legs and parted them. His mother slipped her hands hastily under his smooth ass cheeks. Holding him in place she let her tongue slide around his ass crack.
"Oh, mom," he exclaimed excitedly, "when you do me I get more excited than when anybody does it to me."
Kathy deliberately ignored what her son had said. But he'd revealed more in that statement than he ever had before. For she knew now she was competing against some other woman who was making out with him. She figured it was best to say nothing but do her work effectively and efficiently. Reaching up she gripped her young son's hard cock. Now her tongue was rimming his behind. He loved the sensation of her slippery tongue sliding back and forth across his ass cheeks. But what pleased him even more was when her tongue stiffened and she stabbed it up his rectum.
"Eat my ass," she begged. "Oh, baby, suck my ass-hole. That's what I want you to do. Suck my ass. Now you're doing it. That's it. Oh, sweetheart, suck my ass-hole."
The passionate pleasure that he experienced continued until her tongue was stabbing rhythmically up his ass. Her hand was grasping his cock and she was pulling on his penis at the same tempo that she was sucking his ass out.
"Eat my ass," Paul exclaimed, "pull on my prick. Oh, mom, now you're doing it. That's the way. Oh, play with me. Keep it going. Faster."
Her tongue and hand worked together. But she was going to culminate in a wild cocksuck. She licked his balls and then eased up to the top of his shaft. Slipping her mouth over his cock head she sucked hard.
"Eat it," he begged, "eat my prick."
She was eager to please him. Her mouth slid over his cock and she was sucking hard.
"Eat me," he begged eagerly, "oh, yes, mom. Eat my prick. That's what I want you to do. Suck it. Suck it off. Come on, mom, suck that cock. Suck it good and hard, mom, suck it off."
Kathy's head bobbed up and down on her son's penis. She loved the feel of his huge shaft slipping rhythmically in and out of her mouth and slipping down her throat.
"Ohhh," he exclaimed, "that's the way. Oh, suck. Suck it."
Finally the cock exploded.
"Ohhh, ahhh, yes, yes. Eat it, mom, that's the way to do it. Eat it!"
She sucked the cream out of his penis. She sucked his rod until it tickled.
"Stop it," he begged, "that's enough, mom. It hurts when you suck so hard on me."
Realizing she was getting too carried away she rested her head on his thigh and toyed with his testicles as her hand slipped over to his behind.
"You've got to take it easy," he told her. "You'll suck the damn thing off."
"Maybe somebody else has been sucking on it," she quipped quickly.
"What do you mean?" he demanded.
"Nothing," she said, looking away.
At this point she was determined that she was going to have him eat her. She swung her hips around and then she straddled him.
"Son," she suggested, "why don't you let me sit on your face. I want you to eat momma's pussy."
She parted her pussy lips and immediately his tongue slipped inside. The quivering pink flesh triggered him on.
"Ohhh," she groaned in delight, "that's beautiful, baby. Reach up and play with momma's titties while you're sucking my snatch. That's it. Oh, honey, grab my breasts."
Reaching up he gripped her bosoms. He pinched the nipples.
"Eat me," she begged eagerly, "eat me. Yes. That's the way. Eat my box."
His tongue invaded the farthest reaches of her vagina. He was determined to bring her around quickly. Flipping his tongue against her love button he got her so excited she was shaking.
"Suck me, sweetheart," she begged her son, "suck momma's snatch. Oh, yes. Suck me. That's the way, baby. Eat me. Don't ever stop. Love me. Oh, yes. Love my hot sweet pussy, baby."
His tongue flipped all around inside of her and he was eating her completely.
Finally he withdrew and kissed her moist pussy lips. But only after he had sucked her dry. She rolled off him and then he let his arm wander around her almost protectively. He began sucking on her bosoms. This was something unusual. Kathy couldn't help but wonder if her son Paul had learned this from another woman. But she didn't say anything. Instead, she reached down and let her hands wander through his hair as he sucked.
"You do love me, don't you, baby?" she asked softly.
Pulling his mouth off her breast he nodded. "Very much," he told her, "and that's what bugs me."
"It could bug me if I let it," Kathy admitted, "but I won't. I'm gonna grab my happiness where I can. I haven't had very much."
His arms swept around her hungrily and he kissed her passionately. Now his penis was pressing against her vagina. She knew that he could give her more sex. What a wonderful thing to have a son with a repeater peter, she thought to herself.
"Do you want to fuck me?" she asked, looking up at him.
He nodded eagerly.
CHAPTER 9
As Kathy felt her son's penis pressing against her vagina, she determined that she was going to have him slip it to her.
"Stick it in me, baby," she begged him breathlessly.
Reaching down he fumbled for his cock and finally stabbed it into her. As she felt the huge shaft slipping into her pussy she gripped it tightly with her vagina muscles.
"Fuck me," she begged anxiously, "fuck, baby. Let me feel it all the way. Now you're doing it. That's the way I want it. Fuck me."
The boy knew how to please her. With his rock-hard cock stabbing into her vigorously, he was stimulating her.
"Keep it up," he begged, "that's the way. Come on, baby. Fuck me."
He was driving into her with vigorous cock stabs now.
"Give it to me," he begged anxiously, "twist your ass. Come on, mom."
Reaching behind her he let his finger slip up her ass-hole.
"I'll give you a two-way fuck," he smiled as he plunged his finger up her ass and let his cock ride smoothly.
"You're doing it as if you were at an orgy," she laughed.
In her laugh he wondered if there wasn't a subtle suggestion. For he was feeling very guilty about what he'd done. But now he was enjoying it and nothing was going to stop him from getting his rocks off.
"Fuck it," he exclaimed excitedly, "grab it. That's how you do it. Fuck, mom, fuck, let your pussy grab my cock good and hard."
Rhythmically riding her he delighted in the way she grabbed his cock and squeezed.
"Snap it," he panted, "oh, keep that pussy snapping, mom. Beautiful."
She figured he might enjoy getting his ass fucked, too. Parting Paul's behind she slid her finger up his ass crack.
"I like it," he smiled, "Let's keep fucking each other, mom."
He couldn't last much longer. The clutching vagina muscles brought him to a scorching climax. Hot cream splattered inside her pussy at the same instant she juiced, too.
"Oh, baby," she groaned in delight, "I'm cuming. I'm there, sweetheart."
Her young son was pleased that she had made it on target. For his cock rode easy in her slippery pussy juice.
Slowly he eased his cock out of her.
"You've got one fantastic prick," she told him. "Daddy never gave it to me like this."
Paul was proud of himself. He was proud of his penis and his performance.
They showered together after a refreshing fuck and then had dinner. While they were eating she talked to him about moving.
"We shouldn't stay here," she told him, "because people might talk if they ever suspected we were balling. If we could be in a big city where no one would know what we're doing, that would be ideal."
"Where do you think we should go?" he asked.
"Your brother is in a college near New York," she told him, "and if we took an apartment in Manhattan I think that would be ideal. I could always get a job as a secretary."
"That sounds super to me, mom," Paul nodded. "I'd like to shake this town. It's Dullsville as far as I'm concerned."
"Let's start making plans," Kathy began as she later brought out her bank book and went over her account closely.
"I'd have to withdraw practically all of our savings to make the big hop to New York," she admitted, "but it would be worth it. You and I wouldn't be bothered by anybody."
"Mom," he told her nervously, "do you think we're doing the right thing?"
"Certainly, dear," she insisted, "there's not a thing wrong with us going away."
That night as Paul went to bed he was bothered.
How long did his mother intend their relationship to go on? Sure, he had agreed to give her some sexual kicks. But it wasn't on a life-long basis as far as he was concerned. When would it stop? This was the big question in his mind and he didn't know how to ask his mother about it.
The next morning he said nothing. He thought it best to continue as before. Perhaps the whole idea of going to New York would be forgotten.
However, that evening when he came home his mother talked about getting tickets for their flight to New York City. He realized he was wrong.
"Mom, you don't know anybody there," he reminded her, "you're taking a big chance."
"That shows how young I am," she laughed. "I'm not afraid to gamble."
Shaking his head he looked away. He was thinking about his friends. He was thinking about Rocky and about Donna. Having discovered Donna was a big find in his life. He hated to give her up.
"There isn't anyone here that you care to stay for, is there?" his mother asked curiously.
"Maybe there is," he said looking away.
"Who is she?" his mother shot back at him in an angry tone.
"Donna Adams," he told her, "and I don't like to leave her."
"You don't mean that hustling masseuse?" she snapped. "The girls at the bridge club all talk about her. She carries on with everybody who'll pay her price."
"She didn't charge me nothing," he told her emphatically.
"So the truth is out at last," his mother said, shaking her head in anger, "you and that horrid slut have been having sex. I should have guessed. Now she's a child molester."
"What about you, mom?" he asked, looking at her directly.
"What about me?" she shrugged. "You don't put our relationship in that category, certainly, do you?" she shot back angrily.
"I'm not a minor," he reminded her, "and you are an adult. More than that, you are my mom."
"That's why I love you so much," she countered quickly. "I hope you don't hold it against me that I am your mother."
"I don't hold anything against you," he assured her, "but we have to look at reality now and then. Sometime I'm gonna go out on my own. What are you gonna do then?"
"We'll worry about that when the time comes," she said happily. "Right now, let's just think of shaking the dust of this town off our feet. I've had it here. I want new horizons."
"All right," he told her, "I'm with you. I just don't want you to get hurt."
"Don't worry," Kathy said, "I'm not gonna get hurt. I know the day will come when you will want to leave me, dear. And I'm prepared for that day. But in the meantime let me store up some wonderful memories of you and me having sex together. I will be your instructor. Your teacher. And when you go from me, to some other girl your age, of course, you will be able to please her. It isn't as easy to please women as it once was. They expect to get their climaxes, too."
His mother had made her point. And he had warned her.
"Let's change the subject," she suggested. "We want to be happy, don't we?"
"Yes," he told her, "Let's do change the subject. What about the trip?"
"In two weeks we can take off," she said. "I'm having a garage sale next weekend. We'll get rid of everything. It costs more to move it than it's worth. That will give us a nest egg."
"Not a very big nest egg," he warned his mother cautiously.
"If you count all the money in my savings account along with the garage sale money," she told him, "that's quite a bit."
The following weekend Kathy conducted her garage sale. She was a bit disappointed with what she took in. However, nothing was going to stop her. She had her plans and she was going to follow through with them, come hell or high water.
"It's just one week more," she told Paul, "and I can hardly wait."
Paul looked at her and smiled.
"You'd do anything to run away with me, wouldn't you?"
Going over to her young son she slowly unzipped his fly.
"Why don't you sit on the chair, darling?" she smiled. "Then you could look at your favorite TV show while I'm blowing you."
He nodded. It might be interesting, Paul thought, to have his cock sucked while he was looking at his fun show. However, he hoped that the TV wouldn't distract him from the delight that he was experiencing as she would mouth his penis.
His mother had made it a point to lock the doors and pull the shades. And as she reached for his cock in her shorts and pulled it out, his body trembled.
"Pull on it awhile at first," he suggested, "don't just suck on it. You should take a little time and build up to it."
"I'm so glad you told me," she smiled appreciatively. "I get so carried away with you, darling, I guess I try to rush everything."
Reaching down she gently massaged his big balls.
"That's a good idea," Paul informed her, "play with my nuts. You can play with my balls with one hand while you pull on my shaft with the other, mom. I'd really like that."
Kathy did as she was told. She gripped his penis and played with the shaft of it while she used her other hand to tug on his testicles. He like the double sensations.
"You can make little darting licks with your tongue," he suggested, "just don't slip your mouth over it and suck. The moment you suck, I'm ready to shoot off my juices."
Kathy let her tongue lightly lick his cock head. She dipped gently into the small slit at the top of his thick penis.
"Oh, beautiful," he told her, "Lick it like that, mom."
She was using her hands effectively while her tongue gently laved the velvety crown of his penis. Dipping into the small slit now and then made his cock quiver with excitement.
He was happy he had her this stimulated.
"Wow!" he exclaimed. "Can you ever suck, mom. Oh, put your mouth on it. Oh, mom, suck my prick, suck it off."
His eyes were diverted from the television set now. He was focused on his mother.
"Eat my cock," he begged her, "eat it, mom. That's what I want, eat it."
Passionately thrusting his cock into her he reached forward and gripped her head.
"Now you're doing it," he told her, "suck. Suck that big juicy prick. Come on, mom, suck it. Suck it off, mom, suck."
She was really turned on now and so was he.
"Suck it," he begged her, "that's the way you do it. Suck that big juicy prick. Oh, sweetheart, suck that cock off."
She liked to pull on his balls while her mouth moved up and down the length of his shaft. However, she regretted the fact he still had his pants on. For if he was naked she could play with his ass.
"I'm cuming," Paul exclaimed as he reached out, gripped her head and forced her down over his penis. "Suck it out. Suck that juice. Suck that cock off. Suck it, mom."
The hot white cream flooded her mouth. It dripped from the corners of her mouth.
"Ohhh," he groaned in passionate frenzy, "what a cock suck. Oh, mom, eat my dick."
The hot white steady stream of shooting cum pleased Kathy. She had grown accustomed to his sperm taste and she loved to suck it. It was like a delicious dessert to her.
Finishing him off she pulled her mouth off his penis.
She looked at him, radiant and happy.
"You enjoy it when I do that to you, don't you?"
"I do," he admitted.
He tucked his cock back in his shorts. His mother went over to the television and turned it off.
"Why don't we go to the bedroom, baby?" she told him. "I've got a great idea for us."
He was horny enough now to fuck a couple more times. He followed her into the bedroom, but he was hardly prepared for what she had in mind.
"What in the world are you doing with that?" he exclaimed when he saw her pull a dildo out of a drawer. Quickly he recalled the time Donna fucked his ass-hole with a dildo. He wondered if his mother was about to do this same thing.
"This is for you, dear," she smiled. "You can give me a double fuck. You can plunge your penis in my pussy while the dildo is screwing my ass-hole. How about that?"
"Wild," he chuckled, "I'll do it to you, mom, if that's what you'd like."
Paul shed his clothes. He was a bit reluctant to wear a dildo. Nevertheless, if this was what would make his mom happy, he figured he might as well.
Strapping the dildo on, he looked in the mirror and went into a laughing jag.
"What's so funny?" she questioned him.
"I don't know," he smiled with an amused expression playing around his lips, "but just looking at two cocks made me feel like a fuck freak."
"You look wonderful to me," she told him. "Each penis will bring me pleasure."
CHAPTER 10
Kathy got on the bed and positioned herself. She propped her ass up on a couple of pillows. Spreading her legs wide she waited for her son to invade her hot pussy.
"Now guide it carefully," she advised him as he let the slippery dildo slide up her ass. At the same time Paul's penis thrust forward into her pussy.
Paul was excited. He jabbed away vigorously. It made him feel like twice a man to have two cocks.
"Now you're fucking," she told him. "That's the way I want it. Fuck me good. Keep fucking, baby. Yes. All the way. Give it to me."
She wiggled her hips as he rammed into her.
"Fuck off," she exclaimed excitedly, "that's the way you do it. Gome on, baby. Fuck."
With vigorous cock stabs he rode into her pussy and her ass-hole as well.
"Oh, baby, when you try these different ways of making it," Kathy admitted, "you get me so turned on. Give it to me. Come on, baby, fuck your momma. Fuck. That's the way. Fuck it."
A surge of excitement made his balls tingle as both cocks slammed in all the way.
Kathy knew how to please him. For she was using her sphincter muscle to massage the cock in her ass while she used her pussy muscles to clasp his sliding shaft in her vagina.
"You're a great fucker, mom," he panted as he pumped. "Oh, keep it up. That's the way. Keep doing it, mom."
Suddenly his cock exploded in her pussy. Her ass muscles clamped tight and her pussy muscles did, too.
"Ohhh, I'm there," he exclaimed excitedly, "I made it. Oh, mom. Keep fucking. You'll get yours in no time."
Seconds later she came with him.
"I'm cuming now, baby," she gasped happily. "Oh, yes, I made it."
Kathy was exhilarated. For as her pussy juices lubricated his sliding cock, she gripped him tightly and squeezed more sperm out of the head of it.
Finally Paul pulled out of her. He unstrapped the dildo and Kathy suggested she fix him something to eat.
"After I have a good screw," Paul admitted, "I get real hungry."
"Of course you do, darling," she smiled, "and that's understandable. You use a lot of protein when you cum."
Paul understood and when he was enjoying a good steak dinner he thanked his mom for her thoughtfulness.
Paul thought a lot that night about where his life was headed. He wasn't getting any young girls. He decided he would check with a girl that he thought wanted to go out with him. He had heard about Joyce being a girl who enjoyed having a good time. So he figured he'd ask her for a date the very next day.
"Joyce," he began, "what are you doing this weekend?"
"Nothing," she told him.
"I'd like to get together with you," he told her with a smile.
"All right," she nodded, "what do you suggest, Paul?"
"I was thinking how much fun it would be," he explained, "if you and I went to a movie. I could borrow the car and we could enjoy one of those triple thriller shows."
"I don't know whether I could stay out that late," Joyce told him innocently.
"From what I've heard, you stay out plenty late," he shrugged.
"All that is changing," Joyce explained. "Daddy got married again. My stepmother has new rules and regulations."
"Try to get her to bend a little," he told her, "so we can have some fun."
"I'll try," Joyce assured him.
Paul was pleased when Joyce phoned that evening to tell him it had all been arranged.
"How did we hit it so lucky?" he questioned her eagerly.
"Mom and dad are going to a suburban swap session," she explained. "Isn't that nice."
"I guess so," he replied.
When Paul put down the phone his mother was all questions.
"Who was that?" she demanded. "None of your business," he told her emphatically.
"It certainly is," she insisted, "now you tell me. You're a minor and I've got to know your associations. I don't want you to have any bad influences."
"Thank you much, mom," he told her.
"Tell me," she persisted in her line of questioning.
"All right, so I've got a date," he shot back at her. "No girl would be what you would want me to go out with. You want to confine me to you. You want to padlock me to your pussy. It won't work, mom. I'm free. Do you understand? My dick is free and that's the way it's gonna be from now on."
"I hope your dick is free," she countered quickly, "I would feel awful if you were charging. I never was impressed with gigolos."
"That's not funny," he told her.
"I don't claim to be a comedienne," she snapped indignantly.
About this time Paul was so angry that the only thing he wanted to do was fight. However, his mother was trying to lure him into bed.
"Will you quit trying to put on the big sex act," he told her angrily.
"I didn't know I was doing anything like that," she lied quickly.
"You know when you bend over and show that cleavage what you're trying to do," he told her.
"I'm sorry if my breasts bother you," she said smoothly.
"You're not sorry," Paul assured her, "you're glad. That's how you plan to keep me tied to you. Well, let's forget going anywhere. I don't want to go to Manhattan. But if you insist, I guess I've got to. I've only got this weekend and then we go."
"All right, have fun," she told him, "but if you make any more problems for me I will forget our trip to Manhattan."
Paul assured her that he wouldn't. That weekend he was able to wangle the family car from his mother and he picked up Joyce.
Joyce was charged up about her father going to the swap meet.
"Daddy says they're gonna have a wonderful time at the swap meet," she told him. "He says that he plans to take on five women."
"Your father is a pretty sexy stud," Paul laughed quickly.
"I just hope he doesn't get my new mother mad," she said anxiously. "He used to beat mom and me. Unfortunately, she wasn't much better so the judge left me with him. Actually, I would have preferred to be with mother after the divorce."
"Where is she?" Paul asked Joyce.
"She's hustling in a Nevada whorehouse," she smiled.
"At least she's making money," he grinned.
"Plenty," Joyce assured him. "She writes me now and then and tells me how well she's doing."
They finally got off to the movie. As the horror feature began he immediately put his arm around her protectively.
"Snuggle up to me if you get afraid," he smiled down at her.
Joyce looked up and laughed.
"Who do I snuggle up to if I get afraid of you?" she asked.
"That's a good question," Paul assured her as he placed his hand comfortingly on her thigh.
"You're a fast operator," she told him.
"Why waste time?" Paul smiled as he let his hand wander under her skirt.
He reached over to her pussy and patted her.
"Please, don't do that, Paul," she told him. "I was hoping that you would be different."
"I'm sorry if I'm like every other male," he told her, "but I can't help it. You've got to register a complaint with Momma Nature."
She laughed as she reached over and patted his cock affectionately.
"If you can play with my pussy," she smiled, "then I have equal right to play with your peter."
"You sure do," he nodded.
Joyce was a fast operator herself. Her hand fumbled with his fly.
"I'll just unzip your fly," she told him, "and we'll have a good time, you and me."
Unzipping Paul's fly, she reached in and fumbled for his penis.
"Oh, Paul," she smiled, "you've got a great big one."
"Are you surprised?"
"Not really," she smiled. "You've got big feet."
"Is that the clue?"
"Yes," she smiled as she pulled out his huge cock.
Before Paul knew what was happening, young Joyce was bending over and licking the top of his penis.
"You sure like my cock a lot," he observed candidly.
"I do," Joyce admitted with a delighted smile on her face. "Does it shoot a good load?"
"I won't disappoint you," he told her.
She sucked on him a few moments and then she let her mouth slip down the length of his shaft. Reaching in, she fondled his balls.
Paul told her to pull off.
"Why?" she demanded.
"Let's get in the back seat," he told her, "so I can pull off my pants and shorts. Then I'll give you an opportunity to lick my ass-hole."
"I'm not an ass eater," Joyce told him bluntly.
"Come on, baby," he smiled at her, "you want to suck my ass. You know you do."
"No way," she told him. "Daddy tried to get me to lick his ass once. And I wouldn't. I don't go that route."
"Have you had sex with your father?" Paul asked in shock. '
"Yes," she admitted, "a couple of times when he was drunk."
"You sure have a wild family, Joyce," he told her.
"I know it," she admitted, "but I can't help it. There are worse people in our family tree. I would rather not talk about it."
"All right," he said as he got in the back seat.
She joined him. Paul pulled off his pants and then his shorts. He lay there bare ass naked, with his legs spread.
"I want to teach you the fine art of ass licking," he told her. "Your mom probably is doing it right now in some Nevada whorehouse to some stud who's paying her a pretty penny for it."
"Do you really think so?" Joyce asked Paul in earnest.
"I'm sure of it," he told her. "Now, baby, just get down there with your tongue and start licking my ass cheeks."
Even though she was reluctant to do it, she figured that she might as well learn how. She pulled on his penis while she let her tongue slide all over his behind.
"Am I doing it right?" she questioned him.
"Yes," he agreed, "you are really doing it right, baby. I love it."
Her tongue lightly laved all around his anal opening.
"Suck my ass," he told her, "come on, baby, suck my ass-hole. That's what I want you to do. Suck my ass for me."
His balls were ready to explode now. He watched as her tongue laved and licked and lapped at his ass cheeks.
"If you really want to learn how to do it right," Paul recommended, "you will stiffen your tongue and stab it up my ass. Go ahead."
Licking his behind didn't seem so bad to Joyce now. But the thought of having to stab her tongue up his ass-hole was another matter. Hesitating got Paul angry.
"Are you gonna suck my ass-hole or not?" he demanded.
"Damn it, let me think about it," Joyce told him angrily.
"You've had plenty of time to think about it," he told her. "If you don't want to suck ass for me, all right. But don't get me all worked up."
If he was going to make such a big thing about it she wasn't going to do anything. Pulling away she looked at him with disgust.
"Come on, you prick teaser," he told her, "at least suck off my cock."
"Not when you act that way, Paul," she told him frankly. "I won't do anything for you when you treat me that way."
"Damn it, you're getting me mad," he told her. "My cock won't go down."
"That's your problem, fucker," she told him.
It was obvious to her that Paul could be difficult and she didn't want any hard time.
"Are you gonna be easy, or get me angry?" she demanded.
"Oh, knock it off," he told her. "I'm gonna give you a good time. Now stop it."
Paul had made his point. But she was still burning with rage.
"Grab it and suck it," he panted. "Go ahead, do it."
She wouldn't do a thing. All at once he grabbed her by the neck and forced her down on him.
"You're gonna eat my ass and everything," he told her emphatically.
"In a pig's eye I am," Joyce grimaced.
Paul wasn't going to take no for an answer. He was determined that he was going to get what he wanted out of her.
"I'm gonna squeeze your neck until you do as I tell you," he told her.
She looked up at him in a rage.
"No, you're not," she told him. "You're not gonna do any such thing."
At this point Paul realized what the score was. He was going to have to be very forceful. Shoving her down hard so she would get the point, he wiggled his ass.
"Suck my ass-hole," he begged, "go ahead, honey. Suck on it."
Even though she didn't want to, she let her tongue lightly lick around his ass.
"Eat it," he demanded, "stick your tongue in there. Go ahead."
Plunging her tongue up his rectum she finally did as he told her. She was outraged at his forcing her. Nevertheless, she suddenly discovered she didn't mind it at all.
"Pull on my cock while you're sucking my ass," he begged. "That is. Oh, baby, you're giving me a good rim and jerk job. Keep it up. Suck ass. Pull on my prick. Come on, baby, that's the way. All the way. Keep it up. Ohhh, ahhh, yes, yes. Pull on my cock. Suck my ass-hole. Do it at the same time, sweetheart. Now you're sucking, baby."
It was amazing to her how pleasurable it could actually be. She was happy to entertain him with her hot tongue.
"Take your tongue out of my ass-hole," he told her, "and start licking my nuts. T need some action there, too."
She pulled her tongue out of Paul's tight ass and licked his balls.
"Oh, what a feeling, baby, now you're doing it. Keep it up. Oh, sweetheart, that's exactly what I want you to do. Keep loving me. Oh, lick my balls. Open your mouth, honey, and take them in."
Opening her mouth she took his big balls inside. She licked on them lovingly.
"Keep it up," he told her, "oh, baby, keep pulling on my cock and sucking my nuts. I love that sensation."
Continuing this for a moment or two, Joyce finally let her tantalizing tongue sweep to the top of his penis. She let him slide it in her mouth swiftly and suddenly he was plunging it down her throat. With vigorous movements he drove into her.
"Oh, wow!" he panted. "That's beautiful. Oh, baby, I'm deep throat fucking you. My balls are riding your face."
His sweaty balls rode her chin as he stabbed his cock all the way in.
She played with his ass cheeks. He loved the way her hands gripped his ass cheeks and squeezed them while she ate.
"Keep it up," he begged, "that's the way I want you to do it. Oh, sweetheart, suck. Come on, baby, suck me. I want you to keep doing it. Don't stop for anything. Ohhh, ahhh, yes, yes. I want it. Oh, baby, love me. Love me."
Tha passionate pleasure that surged through her body had her shaking.
"Eat me," he commanded, "that's the way you do it. Oh, yes, do me, baby."
All at once he knew he was going to cum. And his big penis exploded in her mouth. The hot sweet cream from his cock pleased her. She sucked.
"Swallow me," he said, holding her pinned over his penis. "Don't you dare spit it out."
He didn't have to worry. Joyce enjoyed it. Her cheeks sucked him as she ate him.
"Eat it," he commanded, "oh, baby, suck every drop of it. That's the way I like it. Oh, honey, gobble me."
When Joyce pulled off her young lover, she knew she was so hot he would have to take care of her.
She looked at him with her misty eyes aglow with erotic desire.
"Oh, baby, go down on me," she begged.
"Yes, sweetheart," Paul smiled as he let his hands wander down to her legs. In moments he had her panties off. As her naked body lay before him he looked at her pussy. He wished he could have a light flashing on her vagina. For he worshipped it.
It didn't take Paul long to accommodate her request. Parting her pink pussy lips he let his tongue slip in. The quivering moist flesh intoxicated him. His tongue stiffened and he stabbed into her. He flicked it all around inside her velvety vagina just as his mother had taught him to do. Next, he nibbled at her clit.
All at once she gushed. He pressed his lips in a suction cup effect so he could get all of her juice. She held Paul over her vagina and locked one leg over his shoulder.
"Suck me, baby," she panted frantically, "suck my juicy pussy. Oh, yes, yes, love me, Paul, love me.
Paul added to her pleasure when he slipped a finger up her ass-hole. He kept his finger wiggling up her ass as she pushed her pelvis forward. His tongue rode in rapidly.
"Eat me," she begged, "oh, baby, suck my pussy. Just what I want. Oh, sweetheart, suck my juicy sweet snatch."
It was an erotic moment for her. A moment that had her trembling like a leaf.
"Eat my juicy pussy," she begged, "there's still more, baby. I'll cum again if you will love me, Paul."
Paul's tongue licked frantically.
"Yes, baby, yes," he told her, "I'll give it to you. Oh, sweetheart, I love this."
He kept licking and loving her there. And the juices kept flowing. Sure enough Joyce came in multiple climaxes. His hot tongue continued licking, sweeping all around and his finger went on stabbing up her ass-hole.
When he finally withdrew his tongue from her vagina she thanked him.
"I've never been loved like that before," Joyce told him happily.
"We're gonna make it again, baby," he said, pulling off her blouse and letting his fingers play over her bosoms.
Before she knew what was happening he was licking one bosom and playing with the other. He loved the taste of her.
"Oh, sweetheart," she told him, "you're getting me all worked up again. You've got to stop, Paul."
Paul didn't care. Reaching down he fingered her while he went on licking her bosoms. He moved from one breast to the other. Then his hands gripped her ass cheeks. Getting down beneath her he decided he would lick her ass-hole, too. She loved it when his tongue swept down to her ass crack.
"Ohhh," she gasped, "that's beautiful. Oh, baby, I've never been loved like that."
She was delighted that he was willing to do anything and everything for her. His tongue moved from her ass back to her bosoms. Then Paul pulled away.
"Maybe we'd better watch the movie," he told her. "If we keep doing this we won't see anything."
CHAPTER ll
Kathy managed to conceal her feelings that night when her young son came in about two-thirty in the morning. She figured that if she made any accusations or charges she would only make it more difficult for herself in the long run.
The next morning, however, she couldn't help ask him if he had a good time.
"Yes," he replied in a noncommittal way.
"I'm glad," she told him, "as I always want my boy to enjoy himself."
Even though she didn't mean a word of what she was saying, it sounded good to him.
"You've got the right attitude now, mom," he told her, "and I congratulate you."
They had a good time that Sunday and the next week they left. New York was a new life for them. The moment young Paul saw the skyscrapers of Manhattan loom below him as they flew over the city, his heart pounded rapidly.
"This is a fantastic place," he told his mother. "I'm gonna like it here."
"I hope so, dear," she told him.
Their first night they spent in a hotel. They were on the fortieth floor and as they looked out over the city lights, young Paul exclaimed, "I didn't know the world was so big."
She hoped that he would decide to sleep in the buff. For she was eager to see what he looked like parading around in the nude.
"Darling," she suggested, "why don't you and I sleep naked? They say it's better. The body can breathe that way."
"Are you sure it's not just because you want to have sex with me, mom?" Paul chuckled.
"I couldn't guarantee that," Kathy teased playfully.
Kathy was undressing now and so was Paul. When Paul slid off his shorts and stood there naked before the window, looking out over the city, she couldn't help marvel over what a handsome young man he was. His broad shoulders, narrow waist and firm round buttocks excited her. And when Paul turned around to look at his mother with her beautiful bosoms and her appealing vagina, he knew what he had to do.
"Let's get in bed, mom," he said, his eyes lighting up as sexual urges flashed through him.
Once they were in bed together Paul threw his arms around her. He loved the feeling of her bare breasts against his chest.
"You smell good," he told her as he sniffed her cologne.
"They call that perfume Joy," she smiled at him. "It's the most expensive in the world."
"Do I bring you joy?" Paul asked his mother.
"Oh, baby, do you," she smiled as she pressed her lips on him.
She reached down and felt of his penis. She stroked it a couple of times.
"What do you want to do tonight?" he asked her.
"I want you to love me," she told him. "Do anything you want with me."
"All right, I will," Paul told her.
He started licking on her bosoms and let his tongue lick down the rest of her body.
"I'm really gonna enjoy having you tonight," he told her, " 'cause I'm awfully horny."
He let his tongue lick all around her pussy before he drove into her. He wanted her to beg for it. It worked.
"Oh, Paul," she panted anxiously, "stick your tongue in me. That's the way, darling. Love me, baby, love me."
When Paul stuck his tongue in her vagina the lights began to flash. She was so stimulated now she was shaking.
"Ohhh, honey," she panted, "you get me too excited. Swing around so I can love you."
Without taking his tongue out of her, Paul swung his body around so he was straddling her with his buttocks over her face. Propping her head up on two pillows, she told him, "Bend over farther, baby. I'll lick your ass-hole while you eat my pussy."
Kathy gripped his ass cheeks and squeezed them. She let her tongue slide along his ass crack. Stiffening her tongue she stabbed it up his rectum.
He loved the feeling of her tongue stabbing up his ass-hole. Reaching forward, she gripped his cock and pulled on it in a milking motion. All the time that he was being entertained with his ass being sucked and his cock being pulled, her young son Paul was doing his best to stimulate her.
His tongue flipped up her vagina in vigorous movements while his finger slid into her ass crack. The two of them were getting equal thrills now. For while the tongue slid up his ass, his finger was sliding up her ass-hole.
His penis was being pulled rhythmically while he was letting his tongue lightly lash and stroke Kathy's velvety vagina.
All at once Kathy couldn't stand it. She pulled her tongue out of his ass, gasping, "Suck my pussy. Suck me, baby. Lick me. Love your momma."
His propelling tongue movements brought her to a juicy climax.
"I'm cuming," she exclaimed ecstatically, "oh, Paul, baby. You brought your momma there."
Paul was pleased that he had achieved climax for her. He wanted to entertain her the best way he knew how. And his rapid-fire tongue licking action had brought her around. His finger went on stabbing her ass-hole while his tongue lapped up her vagina juices.
Now she was ready for him.
"I'll move under you a little farther, baby," she told him, "and I'll suck you."
Sure enough, this was an excellent position. Kathy moved forward so his cock would be even with her mouth. Her mouth opened. His big cock rode in smoothly. As he inched in farther and farther, he became more and more excited.
"I like it when you squeeze my ass," he told her. "Oh, suck my big dick. Suck it, mom. Suck it off."
He was totally stimulated now as she sucked on the head of his shaft.
"Suck it off," he gasped, "suck it, mom. Oh, I like watching you from this way."
He enjoyed looking back underneath him and seeing her take his cock. He could get excellent thrust this way. Also, his ass cheeks were positioned so she could play with him effectively.
Kathy slid a finger up her young son's tight twisting ass-hole as she finished on his penis suck job.
"I'm gonna shoot a good load, mom," Paul promised. "Oh, yes, you've got me so excited, you're really gonna enjoy this. Suck. Suck it. Oh, mom, suck that hot dick of mine."
The pulsating pleasure that was shooting through his body had him on fire.
"Eat my dick," he exclaimed eagerly, "eat it. Suck that cream. Suck that big juicy cock."
All at once he exploded. The thick sperm spurted into Kathy's mouth. Gladly, greedily, happily she sucked every drop of her young son's sperm load.
"Ohhh," he gasped, "suck it off. Suck it. Suck it, mom. Suck it off."
Kathy went on eating him. And he didn't pull out until he had shot her a big load. She let her fingers press on his prostate gland until he had finished exploding.
Pulling out, she thanked him.
"That was a super load today," she told him. "You're really a pistol, son."
"I'm glad you enjoyed it, mom," he told her. "I enjoyed it, too."
He rolled over and they were now lying so they could see each other's crotch easily.
"Why do I enjoy sex with you so much?" she teased her son.
"Because I'm the best fuck you ever had," her son replied.
"Paul," she told him honestly, "you didn't realize it, but that's the truth."
"I know it," he smiled as he joked with her.
"Your father didn't have that gentleness that you possess," she explained. "That's why I enjoy it more with you. You care whether I enjoy it or not. Don't you, darling?"
"I do," Paul assured her, "and you should reach a climax every time I do. It's only fair."
"Wonderful," she told him, "and I'm going right out tomorrow and get a job. You'll be proud of your mom, darling. I promise you that."
The next day Paul stayed in the hotel room and watched television while his mother went looking for a job.
That evening when she came home she had to report sadly that she had found no work.
"What the fuck are we gonna do?" Paul worried out loud.
"Have a little faith, baby," she told him. "I could get a job singing at a bar. I really don't like to as so many men try to put the make on me."
"I never knew you could sing," he told her.
"I used to when I was young," she told him, "and I see no reason why I couldn't now. I've retained my looks, haven't I?"
She stood up proudly and he looked at her intently.
"Yes, you have," he agreed. "Now why don't you go ahead and try it tonight? You could make the rounds of the clubs. You couldn't do it during the day."
"No rest for the wicked," she laughed. "We'll have dinner together and then I will make the rounds of the clubs. I don't dare take you along. They would know my age if I did."
"I can't help it if I'm your son," he laughed.
After dinner Kathy made the rounds of the clubs. It wasn't easy. Finally she came to a little bar near Forty-Third Street where the manager seemed to take a shine to her.
"You're a good looker," he told her, "but I don't know whether I could use you or not. I'm really not sure about hiring you. My name is Bert, what's yours, honey?"
"Kathy," she replied softly.
"Kathy," he told her, "how long have you been in New York?"
"I just flew in a couple of days ago," she smiled. "A little girl from the big Mid-West."
"Honey," he told her, "how much background do you have in singing?"
"Not a terrible lot," she admitted, "but enough to get by on."
"I want a girl who can do more than just get by," he told her frankly. "I want a girl who can really get in there and pitch."
"I hope you don't mean hustle," she told him, "because I'm not a hooker."
"Never said you were," Bert told her, "but I am saying I expect you to attract men like a magnet. If they come in here, honey, to eye you, it will help my business."
"As long as there's no sexual involvement with them," she told him. "I guess I could draw men. Why don't you give me a shot at it?"
"You can begin tonight," Bert told her. "Vicky, my regular girl, is gone."
"Oh, I'm sorry," she said softly, "but it would help me if I could get my break."
"Don't worry about Vicky none," he told her. "Vicky knows how to take care of herself. She ran off with some guy who dug her. She'll probably be living up in the Sixties."
"She used your place as a stepping stone, Bert," she told him, "and that isn't nice."
"That's the way it is," Bert sighed, "dog eat dog."
A few moments later Bert agreed to let her start. She had to go back to the hotel first so she could slip into an evening gown.
Paul was worried.
"I don't like you being out late at night, mom," he said anxiously. "You could get in all kinds of trouble that way."
"Don't worry, darling," she told him, "I think I know how to take care of myself by now. I've had to for enough years."
Saying no more she kissed her young son goodbye and went to her job.
When Bert saw her walk in the place in a red tight-fitting dress, he licked his lips.
"Mighty nice," he smiled, "really nice, sweetheart."
She sat down and began singing. She looked right at Bert and sang, "I've Got a Crush on You." She hoped that Bert wouldn't take it seriously. It was only a song. Nevertheless, she thought it displayed her vocal skill quite well.
When she had finished the song she had three men coming over to her. Bert was watching like a hawk.
"Let's split this scene," he whispered. "I don't like the way these men are looking at you."
She whispered back to him, "You'll have to get used to it. Men always find me attractive. But I told you, Bert, I'm no hooker. I won't go to bed with any of them."
She proved her word. She kept a good distance from all of her male admirers.
However, when the evening was over she wasn't prepared for what followed.
"Of course, you'll come home with me," Bert told her emphatically.
"No way," she insisted. "I told you there had to be no sex involvement."
"There doesn't have to be, honey," Bert argued, "just so we can be together and talk."
"Talk, my ass," she exclaimed. "I know what you want. And I don't want any part of it."
"Don't you dig men?" Bert questioned her.
"That's a nice thing to say," she snapped angrily.
"One girl I had here didn't like men at all," Bert said cagily. "I had you figured as a chick who appreciated a nice guy like me. Especially because I'm your boss. You said you needed work, didn't you?"
"I said I needed work but I didn't care to be worked over," she quipped quickly.
"You've got a sharp tongue, honey," he told her. "Real sharp. So sharp it might slice you out of my business."
"If your business means going to bed with you," she informed him flatly, "then forget it. I want to do what is right."
"Forget those hang-ups," he told her, "you're no kid. Come with me."
Even though she didn't want to, she kept thinking about Paul and his needs. She'd pulled him away from everything in his orbit. Now she had to supply him with his necessities.
"What are you thinking about?" Bert asked her. "What's momma gonna say?"
"Don't try to read me," she informed him flatly. "If you want a fuck, I'll give you one. But no more of this sarcastic stuff. Do you understand?"
"Completely," he smiled sardonically at Kathy.
He was pleased that she had agreed to go home with him.
CHAPTER 12
When Kathy went up to Bert's apartment she got a good idea of what he expected. For he had colored lights in his bedroom and a stereo system hooked up so the room almost vibrated with sound. Mirrors were on the walls and he had dark purple sheets.
"Like the purple sheets?" he smiled at her.
"Passion purple," she commented crisply. "Flashing lights and rock music"
"I've got African fertility drums to fuck by," Bert told her. "I've discovered they supply a real good fuck. I'm gonna use a French tickler on you tonight You'll like that."
"I hope you can please me, Bert," she said with heavy sarcasm. "I am a woman who knows what it is to be loved."
"I can please you all right," he assured her, "that is, if any man can."
"Knock it off," she said angrily, "I told you once. And I meant it, Bert."
Bert got the point and quit teasing her. She undressed mechanically.
"You've sure got a nice body," Bert observed. "I always like women with big tits. I'm glad you're well stacked, honey. That will make it much nicer."
"I'm sure I'm capable of satisfying you, Bert."
When she was completely nude she got in the middle of the bed on the purple sheets. Bert turned on the spotlights. She was amazed to see that they were swinging spots.
"You need a lot of gimmicks, Bert," she quipped. "I hope it's not because you're impotent."
"I can assure you that is not the case," he told her. "I took one of those courses in creative fucking. They recommended all of this stuff."
"One of those expensive Masters and Johnson courses?" she teased.
"No way," he told her. "I think it's a rip-off to pay that much."
"You would," she told him, "because you're cheap."
Bert wasn't teasing any more.
"First step in our lovemaking, sweetheart," he told her without humor, "will be to slap your ass."
She rolled over so he could use his belt on her behind.
"Relax, honey," he told her, "and I will just use this belt lightly. The sound of it lashing on your bare ass cheeks excites me."
She waited for Bert to get his kicks. As the belt lashed across her bare behind, she winced in pain. However, she tried not to let on that it hurt her that much.
When Bert was satisfied, he got on the bed and began massaging and licking her ass cheeks. When he was totally stimulated he shot his tongue up her ass-hole.
"Oh, suck my ass, Bert," she begged. "I like that.
Come on, tiger, suck ass."
This was one position she enjoyed. She only hoped that when Bert decided to shove it in her pussy he would give her a good performance.
When she was in position flat on her back, she spread her legs conveniently. Bert straddled her. He slipped on the French tickler quickly. The sound of the African drum beat vibrated through the bedroom. The flashing lights did stimulate her.
"Watch in the mirror," Bert suggested as he plunged his thick cock with the French tickler on the tip of it into her.
"Just drive that big cock of yours into me," she urged him. "That's the way I want to do it. Come on, baby, give it to me."
Bert pounded his penis into her. The Franch tickler excited the sensitive walls of her vagina. Reaching up, she gripped his shoulders. Her hands slid from his shoulders down to the swell of his buttocks.
"Oh, it feels good," he told her, "when you play with my ass. Why don't you finger fuck it?"
Parting Bert's behind, Kathy slid her finger up his tight ass-hole. Bert enjoyed the sensation of her tingling finger massaging his prostate.
"Fuck," she begged, "fuck me. Come on, Bert, give it to me. Oh, baby, now you're doing it. That's the way I like it. Come on, sweetheart, fuck. Fuck it."
Bert's big penis plunged vigorously into her pussy. The Franch tickler did its work.
"Oh, I can't stand it," Kathy cried as she locked her legs around Bert's. "Fuck, baby, fuck. Come on, tiger. Give me a good screw."
Bert was stabbing away as her finger fucked his ass-hole. He was coming closer and closer to climax.
"Oh, baby," his voice boomed, "we made it. Fuck off!"
like a rocket exploding he shot his gun off in her vagina. Her pussy muscles clamped on his cock and squeezed, milking it.
When Bert pulled his penis out of her he slid the French tickler off. He stretched out and rolled over.
"Can I go home now?" she asked quietly.
Bert rolled over and glared at her.
"You're one of those mechanical fucks," he told her, "timing it. Honey, you can't fuck a guy like that. You've got to put some passion into your pus-sy."
"I gave you a good screw," she told him, "now if you don't mind, I've got to go home. I'm not shacking up with you for any two-bit job."
"If that's what you think of working in my place," he snapped angrily, "you can go to hell in a bread basket."
"Thanks a lot," Kathy stammered as she got to her feet and started dressing.
Bert was outraged. Kathy was furious. She took the subway back to the hotel where her son was staying. Paul was watching the late late show and he wondered why she was so late.
"What have you been doing, mom?" he mumbled.
"The boss tried to put the make on me the first night," she fumed, "and I couldn't go through with it.'
"Why not?" Paul demanded. "Do you want me to turn into a tramp?" she shrieked.
"I didn't mean that," he told her, "but how the hell are we gonna live?"
"All you ever worry about is yourself," she quipped angrily. "You're the most selfish person I've ever known."
"I'm your son," he smiled, "remember that."
She was so upset she didn't have any more to say to him. She got into bed and tried to sleep. Then she remembered her other son. She should be contacting him.
"What about my brother?" he asked her.
"Your brother is in college," she reminded him, "and he isn't far from here. I'm gonna call him so maybe he can get away this weekend and come and visit us."
"Are you gonna tell him what you plan to do?" Paul asked.
"I'm telling him that I split that good-for-nothing Mid-Western corn town," she complained, "and I'm trying to make a life of my own. Do you mind?"
Paul didn't answer. He was just about asleep from the movie and he didn't want to fight. It was too early in the morning.
They had a good sleep that night and the next morning she called her other son at college.
"Eric," she began, "this is mom. I'm not far from you, dear. Paul and I are at a hotel in New York."
"What are you doing there?" he asked in surprise.
"We moved here," she informed him.
"You moved there?" he asked her. "How are you gonna make it in New York? That's not an easy city, mom."
"I know it isn't, darling," she told him, "but I just have a feeling I'm gonna hit it lucky."
"Life doesn't work on luck," Eric informed her. "I'll come and see you. Where are you staying?"
"At the Chancelor Towers," she told him. "We're on the fortieth floor. The view from up here is wonderful."
"I know it must be," he assured her, "and it's an expensive place, too. Where are you getting all this money?"
"Don't worry about a thing, dear," she told him. "Everything is gonna work out just fine."
Eric was worried. He knew his mother was given to flights of imagine. But this was too much.
Going back into the bedroom Paul immediately asked, "What did my big brother say?"
"He wished us well," he smiled, "and he's going to join us for dinner Saturday night. He's coming to our hotel. Isn't that wonderful?"
"Yes," Paul mumbled, still worried.
Saturday afternoon came and she still hadn't found work. However, the money hadn't run out completely and she figured that they should splurge with a big dinner.
When Eric showed up she looked at him proudly.
"My, what a handsome young man you are," she smiled, "I would barely recognize you with a beard, my dear."
"The girls like it," he smiled.
"Does it tickle their pussy when you're eating them?" his younger brother asked him.
"What a horrid question for you to ask him," Kathy complained.
"No, the girls like it," he told his younger brother honestly.
They went out to dinner and then they came back to the hotel.
"Do you only have one bed here?" Eric asked in amazement.
"They only had this room," Kathy explained to her son.
Eric suggested he sleep on the floor.
"No, you don't have to do that," Kathy told him, "it's such a big bed all of us could sleep in it."
"All right," Eric said, "but I don't like it, mom."
He stripped down to his shorts and then he got in bed. He was a bit surprised when he noticed his brother Paul pulled off his shorts.
"Do you sleep bare-ass naked, Paul?" he asked him.
Just then he got another jolt when he saw his mother taking off all of her clothes, too.
"Paul and I have gone nudist," Kathy smiled knowingly.
"I don't care to be a nudist," Eric said. "I don't want to display myself."
Glancing down at his bulging crotch, Kathy wished he would.
"You do as you will, dear," she told him, "I don't want to suggest anything."
"I hope not," he shrugged, "after all, you are my mother."
"That's why it wouldn't matter if you slept naked next to me," she told him. "Nothing could happen."
Eric was getting disgusted. If they both were sleeping in the buff, perhaps he was inhibited.
"I'm game," he laughed as he finally reluctantly pulled off his shorts.
Once he was completely naked he got in bed with the two of them. Kathy was in the middle.
"Sleep well, darling," she told him.
He suddenly got out of bed and she asked him what he was up for.
"I always sleep with a gun under my pillow in New York," he explained to her.
"Is it necessary?" she asked curiously.
"You bet your ass it is," he assured her. "If you don't have a gun handy you could get killed around here."
Eric went to his pants and got the gun out of one packet.
"That's a small gun," his mother observed.
"It's small but it does the work," he assured her.
With the gun safely under his pillow Eric rolled over and started to go to sleep.
Kathy couldn't help but notice he had a hard-on when he got up the second time. She wondered if she had ignited him.
She figured the best thing for her to do was to pull back the covers and tease him to where he would want to play with her body.
She didn't calculate wrong. For Eric was watching her. When the sheet was pulled away from her bosoms revealing the dark red nipples, he felt his mouth watering. Then suddenly he reached over and touched them. Paul was watching.
"Do you want to suck on one breast?" she asked her son.
"You're demented," he said nervously.
"Demented but delicious," she assured him.
Reaching over he fumbled with the nipple and then he let his mouth slip over her breast.
"Love me, baby," she told him, "please. That's what I want you to do."
He was thrilled at the opportunity now. For he realized he could obtain some wild kicks.
"Suck on my tits," she begged both boys. "Go ahead. There's one breast for each son."
Kathy's lusty sons immediately followed her instructions. First Paul sucked on one side and Eric sucked on the other.
"It feels so wonderful to have my boys adoring me," she said. "Oh, yes. I love it. Oh, Eric. Love me, baby."
Eric was loving her. But it was upsetting his psyche. For he recognized what an awful, evil thing incest was.
"Why don't you eat my pussy?" she panted. "Oh, Eric, you could stick your tongue in my twat while your brother eats out my ass."
"I will if you'll suck my ass and eat my dick," he suggested.
Eric swung around. His mother grabbed at his huge cock. She pulled on it as her tongue sucked all around his ass cheeks. Suddenly, his tongue slid down between her vagina lips and he was eating her box. Meantime, his younger brother was sticking his tongue up her rectum. She loved the two of them doing her.
"Ohhh," she groaned in delight, "it's wonderful to have the two of you loving me."
Having expressed her gratitude for this double action, she went back to sucking on Eric's ass cheeks. Eric was amazed as he felt her fingers pulling his ass apart. Now her tongue was slipping up his ass crack. Would she actually stick her tongue up his ass-hole? He wondered.
Kathy didn't give Eric long to wonder. For stiffening her tongue, she suddenly stabbed it up his hot, tight ass-hole. At the same instant she grabbed his cock and pulled on it rhythmically.
"Suck my ass," Eric told her, "suck ass. Oh, I love it with your tongue slipping around up there. That's the way. Suck my ass out."
Her hand action on his penis got him still more stimulated.
"Keep pulling on my dick," he told her. "That's it. Oh, mom, what a rim job."
Eric went back to sucking on her pussy. All the while Paul was eating out her ass. The two boys felt no shame or guilt at this moment. For passion was propelling them into this wild, erotic, incestuous orgy.
"Suck my ass," Eric panted as he pulled his tongue out of her vagina for a second. "Eat it, mom. Suck ass."
Time and again Eric had tried to get his girl friend at college to eat out his ass. But she wouldn't. He was lucky if he got a halfhearted blow job now and then. It was a sexual bonanza for him now. For not only did his mother's tongue stab up his ass-hole, but her hands gripped his big penis and pumped vigorously.
"Oh, keep it up," he begged, "that's the way. Oh, mom, eat my prick."
Slipping her tongue from his anus she licked his balls and then let her tongue slide up the underside of his cock. All at once her mouth encased his penis head.
"Suck me," he told her, "suck me. That's it. Suck my dick off, mom."
His throbbing penis shot down her throat Caressing the back of her throat with the head of his cock excited him still more.
"Eat it," he told her, "eat my dick. That's the way. Eat it, mom."
Eric was anxious to obtain the ultimate kicks. He was enjoying it now.
"Suck me," he begged her, "suck my cock off, mom."
Meantime he went back to licking her pussy. The velvety vagina walls were juicing. For she was experiencing the same electrical sexual thrills that her son was. Hungrily Eric ate her pussy.
Paul was getting disgusted. All he was getting was her ass-hole. He felt as if he had been cheated. Apparently, Kathy had no loyalty to him. She was an oversexed nympho. The more he thought-about it, the angrier he got. Jealousy seethed through him with a green rage. Stopping sucking her ass he reached up to slip the gun from under Eric's pillow. Eric was so absorbed getting his cock sucked and eating his mother's pussy that he didn't notice. Paul looked at them both.
"Eat me," Eric exclaimed as his penis unloaded in his mother's mouth and she sucked the creamy cum out. "Eat me, mom."
Right in the throes of passion, Paul pulled the trigger.
"We're all wired wrong at the factory," he exclaimed. "Every damn one of us."
Now Kathy pulled her mouth off Eric's cock. She looked at him pointing the gun at them.
"Have you gone bananas?" she shrieked.
"I've come to my senses," he smiled smugly.
Eric was about to jump for the gun when Paul pulled the trigger. The blast shattered Eric's heart.
"Ohhh," Eric groaned, "why did you have to do that?"
"You bastard," Paul stammered. "She's mine. You have no right to her."
"What have I done?" Kathy sobbed as she looked at her son bleeding. "Oh, God, forgive me."
"I'll forgive you, too, mom," Paul said, his eyes glistening with madness.
Pulling the trigger again, he blasted her.
Others in the hotel heard the gunshots. They came racing down the hall.
"What's going on here?" one man's voice boomed loudly.
"It's family fun day," Paul called out, "the perfect end to an orgy. I just killed my mom. And my fuckin' brother, too."
"Open up," a voice called out, "open up!"
Moments later the manager was called and a room clerk came up immediately to stop the disturbance.
Opening the door he was greeted by a gory sight. There lay Kathy, dead in her blood, with her arms wrapped around her son, Eric. A ghoulish sight greeted their eyes as Paul lay with a pool of blood around his head where he'd shot out his brains.
