Allison didn't know what possessed her on that rainy day in October. Her body burned like a raging inferno. She paced the floors of her apartment like a nervous cat. She could hardly sit still because she was filled with forbidden lusts. Her breasts heaved as she walked, and her nipples were as hard as diamonds.
Allison's incestuous passions for her son Gregory had been building for a long time. She felt herself drawn to him by invisible forces.
She felt like a puppet on the end of a string.
She tried to resist, but she didn't have the will power or the strength of character.
Finally, on that day in October, her incestuous desires found their fulfillment. She seduced her fourteen year old son Gregory, dragging him into bed with her. She told him not to worry. She assured him that he would find pleasure in her arms.
Allison initiated Gregory on that afternoon. She taught him the real facts of life. She showed him what love was all about. He had started off as a young and inexperienced boy. He ended up as a man. In one quick step, Gregory moved from childhood into adulthood.
What were the results of this rapid change? How did it affect Gregory as a person? Why did it transform him into a cruel and inhuman monster?
The story that you are about to read deals with incest. The situation is common. Many mothers have found themselves in Allison's position. They see themselves heading into middle age, and they get scared. They reach out for the thing that's closest to them. They want to prove to themselves that they are still young and attractive. Unfortunately, the result of these incestuous experiments usually ends in tragedy for everyone. Many innocent people are hurt, and many innocent people suffer.
CHAPTER ONE
It rained hard all day. Allison walked around the house, bored out of her head. She tried reading, but the magazines and the books were dull. The words dissolved in front of her eyes. She turned the radio for awhile, but the noise almost drove her out of her mind. The simple soap operas on television were no good either.
Allison paced the floor, back and forth. She thought of calling a friend, but she couldn't think of anyone that she particularly wanted to talk to. She felt bored and lonely, like a cat in a cage. Her husband Clifford was off on a business trip in Chicago. She didn't really miss him. In fact, she preferred to have him gone. It made her life more bearable. Just the sight of him made her depressed.
"Poor, poor Clifford," she thought to herself, "You deserved much better than me. You're such a good man."
She had tried to love him. But when love was gone, then there was no way to bring it back. She found that her husband was no longer appealing in any sense of the word. Sexually, he gave her no pleasure. He tried, but she refused to accept his efforts. It was partly as a result of her own unwillingness to loosen up that she was unable to enjoy the sexual encounter with him.
Allison was a sweet, big hipped woman, with a round, curvy body. Her breasts were large, and luscious, like ripened fruit. They stood out hard against the sheer material of the housedress that she was wearing. Her blonde hair was long and smooth, falling across her cheeks and shoulders, resting carefully on the swell of her opulent bosom.
When she walked, her bottom jiggled delightfully. Men liked to whistle at her, when they saw her go by. Allison enjoyed their flirtations. It made her feel like a young woman once again. More than anything else, she wanted to feel young. It depressed her to think that in another five years she would be forty.
"Where have all the years gone?" she asked herself wistfully. She still lived in a dump of an apartment in the Bronx. Her husband was a traveling salesman for a toothpaste company, and he had never really made it big, the way he was always saying that he would. He was still out on the road half of a year, peddling like a common street vendor.
"I don't have a damn thing," she said to herself. "Why the hell did I marry him to begin with? I could have done much better, if I had only tried. I could have done a hell of a lot better."
Allison constantly brooded over her fate. She tried to understand why things had gone so badly for her. Her sister Margaret lived out in Westchester, in a private home, with a pool, and a garden, and all the other luxuries. Her other sister, Ann-Marie lived out on the island, married to a wealthy doctor.
"I was always the prettiest one," Allison muttered to herself. "I always was the smartest one. Why the hell did they do so good for themselves, while I'm stuck out here, in the slums?"
The five rooms of her apartment were positively depressing. The walls were cracked and peeling. There was a leak in the ceiling, and whenever it rained, (like today) the water poured through the holes. Cockroaches roamed through the apartment, as though they owned the place. Wherever she looked, there were cockroaches. Allison had tried to exterminate them with spray and other devices. Sometimes, at night, she would wait in the kitchen, and kill them as they emerged from behind the cracked plaster, but nothing could stop them. For every one she killed, there were a dozen to take its place. Finally she had stopped trying. She coexisted with the roaches, in an uneasy truce.
It was like that with everything. In the beginning she hated the poverty of her station in life. She wanted to get out of it. She wanted to escape the drudgery of her existence. She had even taken a job in a department store, to raise some money so that she could move away. But she found that it was impossible to save a single penny. The more that she earned, the more that she spent. Finally she gave up the job, and returned to being a housekeeper.
Allison blamed it all on her husband Clifford. She had turned bitter against him. At first, she merely chided him for being such a failure. She tried to motivate him. She thought that if she pushed him, he might get ahead. But she was wrong. Clifford stayed where he was, and Allison had to accept that fact. He would probably be a traveling salesman for the rest of his life. One year he might make more, and one year he might make less. But as far as rising to a higher station in life was concerned, he was doomed to be a failure.
When Allison made this realization, she felt cheated and she became bitter. The sexual relationship between the two of them suffered terribly. Allison would always be tired at night. She would always groan when he wanted to have her. Sometimes she would stuff a rag into her cunt and say that she was having her period. Clifford would know that she was lying, but there was nothing that he could do about it. He accepted it stoically, as he accepted everything else in life.
After several months, Allison drove him out of her bed. She even refused to kiss him on the mouth, or to have any physical contact with him. When he really got desperate, she would tell him to go to a whore.
"If you haven't got the money for a whore," she would say to him. "Then you can go to the toilet and jerk off. I don't want to have anything to do with you. I hate the feel of your body. You make me sick to my damn stomach."
Allison always abused him in an awful way. Afterwards she would feel sorry, and she would apologize. For a week or two, everything would return to normal, and then the fight would start over again. It was always about the same thing: money.
Although Allison had given up on her husband Clifford, she still had hope for her only son, Gregory. Gregory was a big boy for fourteen years of age. He was tall and slim, almost feminine in appearance. He had a sweet young face, and two coral green eyes that stared out wistfully. His hair was straight and blonde, like his mother's hair, and it fell over his forehead beautifully.
Allison loved the young boy, and often she would have sexual dreams about him. She would dream of making love to him. In her fantasies, she would take off his clothes, and caress his young, boyish body. Sometimes she was embarrassed by her own lustful appetite.
Allison found that as she grew more and more alienated from her husband, Clifford, her affections for Gregory grew more and more ardent. When he came home from school, she would make him sit beside her and tell her all about his day. At night she would go into his room and kiss him on the forehead. She liked to grab him around the waist, and press her large, firm bosom to his arms.
Whenever she did the laundry, Allison found herself examining the boy's sheets looking for "wet dream" stains. When she found the big, hard yellow splotches, she would press her nose to them and smell them and lick them with her tongue. They delighted her, and her entire body would tingle with pleasant sensations.
Allison also looked to examine the boys underclothes, especially his jockey shorts. She like to smell them, and imagine what it would be like to kiss the boy's slim, delightful body. She wondered what it would feel like to make love to him. He was such a sweet boy, that she could hardly keep from molesting him. Once in awhile, when he was taking a shower, she would stare through the keyhole, and look at his nude body. She liked his buttocks and his thighs, and his smooth chest. More than anything else, however, she was attracted to his long, thick penis. It hung down delightfully like a little worm, resting on two hard rocks.
Although Allison tried to keep from thinking such obscene thoughts, she couldn't help herself. The more she tried to repress her desire, the more it flared up. She found herself nervous in the presence of the young boy. He made her jump with wild fever, whenever he spoke to her. Her cunt would run with sweet juices when she saw him, or even when she only thought about him.
This afternoon, because there was nothing for her to do, Allison daydreamed about the boy, while she was lying on the couch in her living room, listening to the water drip into a pan from the ceiling. Outside the thunder and lightening flashed wildly.
At four-thirty, the doorbell rang. Gregory was home from school. He was soaking wet, and he was shivering. Allison helped him off with his shoes, and told him to change his clothes, and get into something warm and dry.
"Boy, it sure is pouring out there," said the boy. "The streets are all flooded."
"Let's go, young man," replied Allison. "Why don't you change into something comfortable. We can talk later."
"Sure mom," smiled the boy. "Anything you say."
When the boy returned to the living room, his hair was neatly combed across his head, and his face was dry. He was wearing a white undershirt, and a pair of tight dungarees that hugged the smoothness of his young body. He knew that his mother liked to look at him, and in a way he felt flattered by her attentions. After all, even if she was his mother, she was still a full, voluptuous woman. She had a better figure than most of the movie stars that he had seen, and he sometimes wanted to go over to her and kiss her on the mouth.
At fourteen, Gregory was still a virgin. He had been to several parties with other teenagers, but the most that he had ever done was to make out. Once, a girl had opened his zipper and fondled his cock. She had rubbed it for him, and then put it back inside. But as far as fucking was concerned, he was still an amateur with no hard core experience.
"I wouldn't mind if mom gave me a couple of lessons," he would often think to himself.
Allison watched the boy as he pranced into the living room, like a young colt on a farm. He was sure of his step, and he walked very tall, with his head high in the air. He sat down on a chair, opposite her. She was wearing a thin, flimsy housedress, with no brassiere underneath. Her breasts were clearly visible through the sheer material of the housedress. Allison made no attempt to hide them. Instead, she flaunted her body in an obscene manner. She crossed her legs, and permitted the boy to look at the soft whiteness of her smooth young thighs. She knew that she was arousing desire in his loins. That was her purpose. She didn't mind at all.
"Is Dad going to be away tonight?" asked Gregory, staring at Allison.
"Don't talk about him," replied the blonde-haired woman. "I hope he never comes back. I think that he went to Chicago or somewhere like that. Boy, he's a real dope. I'm sorry that I ever married him."
"Don't talk about Dad like that," said Gregory. "That's not nice."
"I suppose you're right," replied Allison. She looked deep into the boy's eyes. She could see that he was hungry with sexual desire. He wanted her as much as she wanted him.
Ordinarily, Allison would have walked out of the room, to escape her wild, incestuous cravings. But today was different. The rain made her feel daring. She was drunk with her own self-importance. All the things that she had been taught about morality no longer mattered. The only thing that she cared about was herself and the boy. She had to have him, no matter what the cost. She wanted to walk over to him and open up his fly, and pull out his long, hard cock. She wanted to fondle it, and rub it till it was hard as a giant oak. She wanted to bend over it and put her mouth around it and suck on it, till it throbbed with raw, vital energy.
"Mom, you look strange," said Gregory suddenly.
"I feel strange," replied Allison. "I guess it's the rain that's doing it to me. Why don't you come over here and sit next to me. I think that will make me feel much better."
Gregory got up and sat down beside his mother, on the old sofa. She took his hand and she started to fondle it. She tickled his palm with her thumb in an obscene manner that made the boy blush.
"What's the matter?" she asked. "Do I make you nervous? You shouldn't feel nervous when you're with me."
"I'm sorry," replied Gregory. "It's just that I don't feel comfortable sitting so close to you."
"Why not?" asked Allison. "Do you want to touch me, but you're afraid."
"Yes...."
"You shouldn't be afraid," smiled Allison, her thick, sensual lips curling into an indecent expression. "You shouldn't be afraid of me. I'm not going to bite you, dear boy."
"Can I touch you?" asked Gregory.
"Go ahead," replied his mother.
The boy slid his hands onto the bare flesh of her arms. He caressed them softly and delicately. They were warm and smooth and it burned his fingers to touch them. He felt her underneath her armpits. He tickled her there. Soon his fingers glided around her neck and face.
"Ooohh..." cried Allison. "You're just like a little child. Would you like to touch my titties?"
The boy gulped hard. "Yes," he finally said. "Do you mind if I touch them?"
"Not at all," replied Allison wickedly. She carefully unbuttoned the top of her dress and her breasts jumped out at the boy, begging to be caressed and fondled. They were soft and white as milk. They were perfectly round, like two globes, and they shivered ever so slightly.
The boy's hands fell on them naturally. He brushed them with his fingers, a bit frightened. He still couldn't believe that what was happening was true. It was all like a dream. like a wet dream, only come true.
"Go on," laughed Allison. "Don't be so timid. Don't you like my titties?"
"I love them," replied Gregory. "I think that you've got the most beautiful pair in the whole world. I've wanted to touch them ever since I can remember."
"So what's stopping you?" asked Allison. "Why are you acting so shy?"
"I'm afraid," replied Gregory. "Somehow all this doesn't seem right. After all, you happen to be my mother. Isn't incest a crime? Isn't it a shameful sin?"
"Don't be a baby," laughed Allison. "If you're, scared, then I'll button up and we can forget all about it. I'm the one who should be more frightened than you. After all, I have my reputation to worry about. But I happen to like you very much, even if you are my son. If I don't mind, then why should you mind?"
"I've never done it before ... " began Gregory.
"So what," replied Allison. "You have to learn, sometime. I'll be a good teacher. You'll see, I'll make you enjoy it."
Suddenly, Gregory felt better. He wasn't ashamed anymore, and he wasn't scared. His fingers no longer hesitated. They went directly to his mother's naked breasts. He kneaded them, and caressed them in a delicate fashion. He massaged them delightfully. He squeezed her nipples and he watched as they grew stiff and firm, like two California strawberries.
"Can I kiss them?" he suddenly asked. "I want to kiss your breasts, Mom."
"Yes," replied Allison. "That will just be fine. Go on and kiss my titties. You'll like it. Every young boy-likes to sink his hungry teeth into a nice, round tit."
Gregory gave out a wild, animal howl, before nuzzling his face into her cleavage. He rubbed his nose and his cheeks against her burning breasts. He felt their warmth, and their vigor as he trembled all over. He had never experienced such a wild sensation in his entire life.
"Oh mother," he cried. "Oh, my sweet, sweet mother."
His mouth opened up, and he sucked in her breasts, and he bit at them playfully. He licked them like a dog, and he kissed them with his moist lips. He grabbed her nipples between his teeth, and he chewed on them with all the love and tenderness that he could bring to bear.
"Give me milk," he cried. "Please give me milk..."
Allison smiled to herself. She petted the boy on his forehead, pushing him closer and closer to her breasts. She buried him in her cleavage, and she was thrilled and titillated as he chewed on her like a little child.
After about half an hour, she pushed the boy's hungry face away. She had enough of this child's play. She panted to get down to the real thing. She had a hungry desire in her cunt. It burned and it ached wildely. Her clitoris tingled and throbbed. Her buttocks quivered with excitement.
"Would you like me to take my clothes off?" she asked the boy. "Would you like to see my cunt?"
Gregory nodded, trembling all over. "Yes," he said. "I would like that a lot."
"Have you ever seen a naked woman?" she asked, getting up from the sofa.
"No," replied the boy. "I once saw a picture from a magazine. But I never saw the real thing. I've always wanted to get a look at a real cunt. I hear, from my friends, that it gets wet and juicy when it's aroused."
"Yes," replied Allison. "That's true. A woman, who's a real woman, is wet all the time. Sometimes I have to wash my cunt three or four times a day, because it's so wet with pussy juice. Once I wetted right through a pair of pants. It was very embarrassing."
"Do I arouse you?" asked Gregory.
"More than you would ever believe," replied Allison. "I've never told you this before, but I guess that we should have no more secrets, seeing that we're going to become lovers. Whenever I see you, I want to rush out at you, and pull down your zipper and grab hold of your young cock and beat it till it's hard as a rock. You don't know the pain and the anguish that I've been through, all these years. I'm a raw, vital woman. I need my satisfaction."
"What about dad?" asked Gregory. "Doesn't he give a good fuck?"
"He's all right in bed, I suppose," replied Allison. "But he no longer thrills me. I can't stand him, because he will never amount to anything. I hate to go to bed with him. I hate to be fucked by him. When he puts his cock up my cunt, I want to vomit. I want to throw him out and have nothing to do with him. That's how much I despise that man."
"Will you ever despise me?" asked Gregory.
"Never in a million years," laughed Allison. "How could I possibly despise you? You are my son, the hope of my life. I'll always love you, and I pray that you always love me, even after you get married and have a wife and a family of your own. Tell me that you will always love me."
"I will always love you," said Gregory. "I promise that I will always love you."
Allison was thrilled to hear these words. She got up and she walked to the middle of the living room, her breasts bouncing and jiggling as she moved. She was deliberately provocative, as she swayed her hips and her pelvis. She wanted to arouse the boy, so that he would become a wild animal. Dancing in middle of the room, she noticed how he fidgeted in his place, exploding with nervous energy.
Allison slowly unbuttoned her housedress, carefully slipping it off of her arms. Underneath, she was only wearing a pair of white cotton panties, that were stained with wetness. A delightful aroma emanated from between her legs. It was the smell of her feminine scent.
Gregory filled his nose with the intoxicating love aroma. He could feel his eyes swimming in his head. He could hardly see straight. He was lost in another world, a world of sexual delight.
"Oh mother," he cried. "Take off your panties. Give them to me. I want to smell them."
"Hold your horses," she smiled, dancing like a whore. She gyrated rhythmically, dancing round and round on the floor. Her long, blonde hair tossed back and forth in disarray. Her buttocks bounced delightfully. Her boobs jiggled. She threw her arms into the air, gesticulating wildly.
Finally, she was out of breath. She stopped, resting for a minute or two. She firmly grabbed the elastic waistband of her panties, and she tugged. She carefully rolled the wet, pussy-stained undergarments across her creamy white thighs, and her milky calves, letting them roll down to her ankles in a delightful puddle.
"Are you sure that you want to smell them?" she asked. "They're all covered with pussy juice. Some people don't like the fragrance. Some people are scared of it."
"I'm not scared," laughed Gregory. "I'm not a chicken. I want to lick the panties, and then I want to lick your cunt."
The words sent a shiver running up and down Allison's spine. She felt strangely obsessed. She quivered with enjoyment. All of her nerves tingled.
"You're sure now?" she said one last time.
"Of course, I'm sure," replied Gregory. "I want to smell your wet panties."
Allison looked at him for a second. She stared deep into his hungry eyes. Then she bent over and she picked up the messy undergarments and she threw them into her son's face. The boy grabbed them, and he pressed them to his nose and mouth. He breathed deeply and he filled his nose with the intoxicating aroma. He licked the crotch of the panties, and he could taste the drops of cunt juice that had been absorbed by the flimsy material of the panties. He licked and sucked, like a cat that was hungrily lapping a bowl of milk.
His mother Allison watched him with a smile on her face. She waited till he threw the panties away. He got up, and was about to jump up at him, when she told him to sit back on the chair.
"You sure are anxious," she laughed. "Wait a second."
"What for?" asked Gregory. "I want you right now. I don't want to wait."
"First I want to put on a show," smiled Allison. "Wouldn't you like me to put on a little show for you? It's called a dance ritual. Before you are initiated into the world of sex, you've got to watch the show."
"All right," nodded the boy. "If you want to have some fun, then you might as well. I'll watch."
"Don't worry, Greg," she said. "You'll enjoy it. I guarantee that you'll have a splendid time."
Allison stepped out of the room for a second. She went to the kitchen, opening up the refrigerator. She took a long, green celery stalk from the vegetable tray, and after washing it off, she returned to the living room, holding it in her hands. She was completely naked, and her body glowed and sparkled. Gregory was very pleased by it. There were no sags, or bulges where they didn't belong. She had a beautiful shape, a proud arrogant body, that moved gracefully and flawlessly.
"What are you going to do with the celery?" asked Gregory. "I'm not hungry."
"Oh, don't you worry about that," laughed Allison. "You won't have to eat it, if you don't want to."
She took the green stalk and she kissed it, running her tongue up and down its smooth surface. She covered it with saliva, rubbing it against her breasts and her belly. Gregory watched from the sofa, full of tension. His heart was pounding at an enormous rate.
Allison gently stroked the celery stalk between her thighs in an obscene manner. She rubbed it against the outer rim of her pussy. She tickled her clitoris with the celery stalk, revolving her hips and buttocks in an indecent manner. She bumped and grinded with her pelvis, just like a stripper. Gregory watched from a front seat position. He was anxious to get into the action. He wanted to become part of the delightful show.
"Let me do something ... " he said to his mother."I'm tired of sitting here, with my hands folded."
"Get undressed," said Allison, pausing for a moment. "Let me see your cock."
In an instant, Gregory whipped it out. First he opened his fly, and unbuckled his belt. Then he let his pants drop to the floor. He rolled off his jockey shorts, and kicked them away. Then he unbuttoned his shirt. In a second he was stark naked, his slim body glowing like fire.
"Wow!" exclaimed Allison. "You sure are well hung."
"What does that mean?" asked the boy, stupidly.
"That means that you have a long cock," replied Allison. "It's big and fat and juicy. I could sure use a little helping of that. My mouth just waters whenever I see a cock as young, and as tender as yours. Wow-weee!"
Gregory walked over to her, sliding his arms around her waist. He pulled her close to him, kissing her hard on her mouth. He pressed his tongue between her lips, rubbing it against the hard ridges of her upper palate. She tingled with delight, letting the celery stalk drop out of her hands.
Gregory neatly massaged her back with his smooth, firm fingers, for instinctively he knew where to rub, and how much pressure to exert. He kneaded the soft flesh of her buttocks. He opened up the cheeks of her ass, and he inserted his finger inside of her rectum, exploring the depths of this deep orifice. Then his hands fell between his mother's juicy white thighs. He rubbed her loins and her buttocks in a smooth, rhythmical fashion.
"Ohhh ... " cried Allison, "rub my cunt. Go ?nd rub my cunt."
The boy's nimble fingers climbed across the creamy flesh of her thighs. They moved slowly and precisely, on their way to the entrance of the sweet garden. In an instant he arrived at his destination. He was at the rim of her pussy. He massaged the lobes of her vagina in a provocative manner. He rubbed them, and pinched them, and manipulated them until Allison had to scream out, like a bitch in heat.
"Oh ... " she cried. "Oh mother-fucker, do me like I've never been done before."
Gregory played with the opening of her pubic in a provocative manner. He rubbed it, and then he pulled it apart and he made his grand entrance. He pushed his middle finger into the deep wetness of her juicy cunt. He massaged the red inner tissue, till the woman burned inside. She was crying with wild excitement. Her clit throbbed with a passion that it had not experienced in many, many years of marriage.
Gregory grabbed this honey pearl, between his thumb and forefinger and he exerted an intense, exhilarating friction to its slippery surface.
"Kiss me, Gregory," cried Allison. "Please kiss me."
Gregory pressed his mouth to hers, and he kissed her on her full, juicy red lips. Then he fell to the hollow of her throat, and to the roundness of her bosom. He left a trail of wet saliva all over her body, and he hungrily tried to devour his mother.
"Let's lie down, said Allison to him.
Gregory dragged her down to the floor, and the two of them rolled around laughing and screaming wildly. Gregory climbed on top of her, pushing his knee between her thighs. She opened up her legs, so that there would be plenty of room for him.
"Well," she said. "What are you waiting for? Why don't you fuck me? Stick your cock into my cunt, and fill up my empty box."
"In a second," replied Gregory, as he picked the celery stalk off of the floor. He took the long, phallic shaped vegetable and he inserted it into Allison's vagina. He pumped it inside of her, for a few moments, so that it was covered with pussy juice. He then pulled it out, and took a bite. It was delicious. He ate half of it, and he made Allison eat the other half.
"Don't you think it tastes great?" he asked.
"I love it," replied Allison. "It was pretty good."
"I know something that's better," Gregory.
"What?"
"My long, hard cock," smiled the boy.
Allison laughed. Her breasts heaved. She tossed her head around, and her silky blonde hair flew in all directions. She was sweating underneath her armpits, and her cunt ached violently. She wanted to possess the boy, who was lying on top of her. She wanted to suck him into her womb and hold him there forever.
"Come on," she screamed. "Drive me wild. Make me crazy with pleasure."
Allison bucked her cunt, with her legs wide apart, to meet Gregory's incoming shaft. She could feel it as it made its initial entrance. It felt like a hot ember, and she almost exploded with pleasure.
"Ahhh," she cried. "Ah, ahhh, ahhh,...."
The boy's aim was straight and true. He went right inside of her cunt on his first thrust. The woman caught him, closing her legs tightly around him. She twined herself around his body like an octopus, and she held him with all of her strength.
Allison cried as he drove his shaft into her cunt. She felt as though she was being ripped apart. It was the most delightful experience that she had ever encountered. Her skin rippled with pinpricks of raw pleasure. It drove her to a frenzy, as she swayed her hips and gyrated her pelvis.
Gregory felt his cock being sucked into her cunt, and he could feel his balls quiver. His whole body trembled. He could feel Allison's sharp finger digging deep into his back. She ripped him till he was running with blood. She scratched his buttocks and his loins and thighs, with her wild fingers. She pinched the boy's slim, smooth body. She grabbed his ass and she fondled and caressed it.
"Ooooh," the boy screamed at the top of his lungs. "I'm shooting sperm! I'm shooting sperm!"
At that very moment, he ejaculated. The semen which had been building in his testicles, fired at an enormous rate of speed, striking like bolts of hot electricity. Gregory shot his seed deep into Allison's deep, wide cunt.
Almost simultaneously, the mother of the boy experienced her own delightful orgasm. She started to breath deeply, as she felt ripples of raw electricity exploding in her body. Her heart was pumping at an enormous rate. It felt as though it would burst at that pace. She gasped, sucking in a breathful of air. Every nerve in her body was strained. Her muscles were tense, like two tightly drawn springs. They waited for the moment of sweet release, when they could finally let go.
Suddenly, and without any warning, that moment came. Wave after wave of rippling, soothing impulses crawled across the woman's body. Every cell quivered. She threw her feet up wildly. She banged her hands against the wooden floor. She threw her head round and round, shaking it violently. Her entire body was lost in violent motion.
"Ah, ahh, ahhh,, " she screamed, as her orgasm engulfed her. She writhed painfully underneath her son's body, caught in an incestuous embrace.
"Hold me," she screamed. "Hold me tight. Tell me that you love me."
Gregory tightened his grip, and he began to kiss her on her nose and her lips. His cock was empty, after ejaculation, and it began to grow smaller and smaller. He kept it inside of her, because it seemed like the right thing to do. He kissed her on her mouth and on the erogenous regions of her neck, and on the swell of her opulent breasts.
"Please," she cried. "Tell me that you love me, Gregory. Say the words to me. I want to hear them."
"Of course I love you," whispered Gregory, as he blew into her ear. You know that I love you."
"It's so good to hear that," cried Allison. "It's so good to hear you say that."
The boy rolled off of her, falling down on the hard floor. By now his cock had receded, so that it was no more than a shadow of its former glory. It was a little worm, hiding in a wide forest.
Allison held it in her hands. She stroked it and she fondled it very tenderly. She rubbed up his balls, and she massaged his scrotum in a deliberately provocative manner. She was very pleased. She felt relaxed, and restful. It was the best experience that she could ever remember.
"Are you sure that you were a virgin?" asked Allison. "Are you sure that you never fucked anyone before me?"
"Yes," nodded Gregory. "I promise. I've never done it before. I've always wanted to try it, but I could never find a girl that was willing to oblige me. The girls that I know are all scared. The most that they do is let me pet with them. They don't mind it if I feel them up. But when it comes to the real, honest to goodness thing, they're too scared."
"Well, anytime you're feeling blue, you can always come to me for a little cheering up," smiled Allison. "I know that I'm your mother, but I don't want that to matter at all. I want you to think of me as your girlfriend. Is that all right with you?"
"Sure that's fine with me," replied Gregory. "But don't you think that things might just get a little bit sticky when daddy comes home? I don't think that he would care very much to have me sleeping with his wife. I don't think that he would be a gentleman about it."
"No, neither do I," smiled Allison. "But, we don't have to tell him about it, do we? We can keep it our little secret. As a matter-of-fact, I would appreciate it very much if you would never tell anyone about what the two of us just did. I don't think that they would understand it."
"All right," replied Gregory. "I know how to keep my mouth shut. I won't tell a soul."
Allison kissed him playfully. And so the incestuous relationship between mother and son was sealed. Later they might be sorry for what they had done. But now it didn't matter. Now, nothing mattered, only the love that each of them felt for the other.
CHAPTER TWO
Clifford returned home from his business trip three days later. He found Allison in a pleasant mood. He couldn't remember ever seeing her so flushed with happiness. She smiled at him, when he came into the apartment, carrying a box of presents which he had bought in Chicago.
"Hi ... " he said. "Is Gregory home from school yet? I bought him a new baseball mitt, and a bat."
"No," replied Allison, smiling. "He's going to be in a play that they're putting on at Christmas time. He'll be home in a couple of hours, at about eight o'clock. You can hide his present in the closet, so he won't see it when he get's into the house."
"Good idea, honey," nodded Clifford. He was a tall, thin man, with a handsome face that was just beginning to show the first signs of age. He was wearing an old, brown suit that needed a cleaning. The collar of his white shirt, was curling, and his tie was twisted awkwardly.
He went over to the closet and he hid the bat and glove that he had bought for Gregory. Then he turned to Allison. She was sitting on the couch, with her feet curled under her, like a kitten. Her hair was braided in pigtails, and she looked delicious. She was wearing a low cut blouse, through which and ample portion of her bosom was visible, and a pair of tight knit pants, that hugged the delightful curves of her luscious body.
Clifford felt aroused and he was filled with desire for this delightful creature. For the past four days he had been without a woman, and he was feeling horny as hell. He couldn't afford to try any of the whores in Chicago, because he just didn't have the money. He had been living on a very tight expense account. This trip had been a very important one for him. He had gone to see the president of a large chain of supermarkets. If he was successful, it would mean bigger and better things for him.
"You know," he said suddenly. "I landed the account for the Rodger's Food Chain. This was a very important deal. I didn't tell you before I went, about its importance, because I was afraid of a jinx."
"What are you talking about?" asked Allison. "Slow down, and explain it all to me."
"It's all very simple," smiled Clifford. "I'm going to be appointed division manager because I landed the Rodger's account. Do you understand now? I'm on my way up, like I promised you. Remember all those dreams we had together?"
"Does it mean that we can move out of this dump?" asked Allison.
"Not yet," replied Clifford, swelling with pride. "It will be a little while, before we can get a house of our own. But at least we're well on our way. My promotion will mean thirty-five extra dollars a week in salary, and I'll even get an office of my own at the company. People are starting to take notice of me. I'm a rising young star. You just mark my words, I'll be president one of these days."
"Wow, I never would have believed it," exclaimed Allison. She ran up to Clifford and she threw her arms around him and she kissed him with all of her might.
"Hey, hey-" he said. "Just wait a second Let me show you what I got for you in Chicago."
"Don't tell me, let me guess," replied Allison. "All right."
"You got me that set of pearls that I've been telling you about," said Allison. "Open up the box and let me see them."
Clifford nodded his head. "You're right," he replied. "It cost me a couple of hundred, but I can afford it. I bought it on an installment plan. We pay it off in six months, and it won't cost us a penny of interest."
Allison took the pearls out of the black velvet case where they were hidden, and she put them around her neck. They fitted perfectly, enhancing the beauty of her soft, white skin. They seemed to glow on her, and she was pleased.
"Oh, Clifford," she exclaimed. "How can I possibly thank you. You're much too good for me. You work so hard for a living, and all I do is bitch all the time. I'm always complaining all the time, while you're trying to calm me down and reason with me. I sometimes hate myself for the bad things that I've said to you."
"Oh, honey," smiled Clifford. "You don't have to apologize. Look at the dump where I've made you live. I haven't been such a good provider up till now. But I can feel my luck changing. I'm going to make good, like I always told you. All I want is for you to stand behind me and give me encouragement."
"You know that I'm right in your corner, rooting for you," smiled Allison, prancing around the room, like a beautiful mare. The pearls around her neck sparkled.
"Sometimes you scare me," said Clifford, staring at her smooth, delightful body.
"Why's that?" asked Allison. "You shouldn't be scared of me."
"Well, I'm scared that you're going to run out on me some of the times," said Clifford. "I'm afraid that I'll come home from work and you'll be gone."
"How silly of you to think that way," replied Allison. "Why would I ever leave you. You and Gregory happen to be my whole life. I love both of you, and I would never walk out on the two of you."
"How much do you love me?" asked Clifford, smiling. "Do you love me a little bit, or do you love me a whole lot?"
"I love you a lot," replied Allison. At the moment, it was true reflection of her sentiment. The gift of pearls, and the good news about his promotion had softened her attitude towards Clifford. She no longer despised him. In fact, she found him once again very attractive. She had dreams of moving into a nice private house in the suburbs.
"It doesn't have to be anything very imagine," she said aloud. "I would be happy with a nice eight or nine room house in a nice neighborhood, without any cockroaches climbing all over the walls. I wouldn't mind if we had a nice back yard, and a little garden in the front. Wouldn't that be absolutely delicious."
"Yes," said Clifford. "We'll have that and we'll have much more. But it will take a little while. It may be one or two years before I get my next promotion. Then we leave the Bronx. We can move out to Long Island or somewhere like that."
"Great-Just great," repeated Allison.
Clifford walked over to her and he took her arm. He rubbed it in an extremely sexual fashion. He rubbed his legs against her, and he pulled her close to him and he tried to kiss her hard on her mouth. Instinctively, Allison pushed him away.
"What's the matter?" asked Clifford. "Don't I deserve at least a kiss."
"I'm sorry," smiled Allison. "I don't know what came over me. I was just feeling a little nervous from hearing all this good news. You came up behind me, and I got scared."
"Forgive me if I've frightened you," said Clifford. "I thought that you didn't want me to touch you."
"No, you're my husband," said Allison. "You can do anything that you want to do to me. You have your legal rights."
"I know," nodded Clifford. "But I don't want you to act cold to me when I fuck you. I want you to respond. I want you to enjoy yourself."
"Don't worry about that," smiled Allison. "You're welcome to come to me anytime. In fact, we can even start to sleep together now. I won't be mad at you anymore. Just make sure that you keep bringing me presents and that you keep advancing in position. I want you to be someone, so I can be proud of you."
Clifford tingled all over. It was like the old days, before all the trouble between them had started, Allison was warm and friendly towards him. She was smiling, and she was very accommodating.
He sat down on a sofa chair, and Allison sat in his lap. She pressed her buttocks to his thighs, and she rubbed her breasts against his face. She responded to his movements, and she was joyful and full of sparkling enthusiasm.
"Can I make love to you right now?" asked Clifford. "It's been a long time since I've last had a woman. I don't think that I can wait till later on."
"I don't know," said Allison. "Suppose Greg comes home from school and finds us fucking? That would be very embarrassing. Don't you think that we should wait until later, after he's gone to bed."
"No," replied Clifford. "I would love to wait, but I can't I've got a hard-on in my pants, that's about two feet long."
"Boy, is it that long?" laughed Allison. "If you want me that badly, then who am I to refuse. After all you're a division manager. You deserve the best treatment in the world. Do you want me to give you a bath. Why don't you take off those horrible clothes, we can burn them somewhere."
"Good idea," said Clifford. "Maybe tomorrow we can go shopping. I'll get a new suit and a couple of pairs of pants and some shirts and ties and all kinds of nice things. For a change, I'm going to dress like a real gentleman, so that you'll be proud to walk out in the street with me."
"Stop talking," cooed Allison, in a soft, feline voice. "Why don't you take your clothes off, while I get the tub running?"
Allison was filled with desire. She was aching with passion. Just the thought of more money made her go crazy. Finally she would have the dream of her life, the thing that she had been hoping for and praying for all these years.
Such great expectations aroused in her a wild sexual yearning. Her cunt was nice and wet. Her nipples stiffened and peaked. She could feel the inside of her mouth tremble. Her fingers were wild with desire.
Allison turned on the water in the bathtub. She added a capful of bubble powder. Then she turned to her husband, who was standing behind her, completely naked. His cock hung delightfully from his body. It was long and round. It had not yet hardened, although it was not altogether soft. It protruded, like a flagpole from the window of a building.
Clifford walked towards her, and his balls jiggled together. His body was smooth, and white. He only had a small forest of hair growing in his genital region. The rest of him was clear and hairless. He had kept his shape, and he was lean, without a single trace of fat or bulge. His arms were muscular, and his legs were strong and hard. He walked with a certain degree of self-assurance. His eyes were cold and precise. Allison could never remember seeing him like this. He had always seemed to be such a pathetic creature. But now, that whole and so wonderful person was back as her husband and amazingly, she hungered for him wildly. She couldn't wait to fuck with him. How wonderful!
"Take your clothes off," he said suddenly to her, in a voice that was both authoritative and gentle at the same time.
"Why should I take my clothes off?" asked Allison, in a teasing tone. "I happen to be a very modest person. I don't think that it would be decent for me to take my clothes off with a strange man."
"I'm not a stranger," laughed Clifford. "C'mon baby, don't play around."
He walked over to her, taking her hand and placing it on his cock. She touched it, first with her palms, and then with her long, slinky fingers. She massaged the long, hard organ. She rubbed it pleasantly, until it stiffened and became firm and erect, like a giant tree.
"Do you like the way it feels?" asked Clifford.
"I don't know," said Allison. "I would have to take a little time before I make up my mind. I would have to put you through a couple of tests."
"What kind of tests?" asked Clifford.
"The mouth test," laughed Allison. "I wonder how your cock tastes. I would like to put it in my mouth and suck on it and chew it until I get some results. Do you mind? Some men are rather bashful."
"No," replied Clifford. "I'm not at all bashful. I happen to be a very outgoing person. You can eat my cock if you promise not to bite it off. Sometimes you can be very rough, honey."
"Pooh!" replied Allison. "I won't hurt it. You know that I'm a very gentle person. I'll try my best not to let any harm befall your precious cock."
"All right, then you can eat me," said Clifford. "But first I want you to take your clothes off. I hate to see you in your clothes, while I'm naked. It sort of puts me at your mercy, if you know what I mean."
"All right," laughed the woman. "You get into the tub, and I'll strip naked."
The man obeyed obediently. He climbed into the smooth, soft water, sighing gently. Allison stared at him for a brief second. Then she unzipped the side of her stretch pants. She rolled them off and she folded them neatly, hanging them near the closet. Next she unbuttoned her blouse, and slipped out of it. Now she was only wearing a bra and a pair of panties.
Clifford looked her over. She was a real woman, with a full, splendid figure. He wanted to grab her ass and stroke it and pet it with both of his hands. She aroused in him an intense desire. He could smell the warm aroma that wafted in from between her delicious thighs. He felt heady, and slightly intoxicated. He stared at her, like a hungry man looking at a plate of food. He was drooling from his mouth, just like a little child.
"Look at what you do to me," he said. "You make me crazy, out of my head. I don't know what the hell is going on."
"That means that I'm a good wife," replied Allison. "That means that I take good care of you."
She flaunted her body arrogantly. She pranced around the bathroom, in her undergarments, just like a queen. She swayed her hips in a deliberately provocative manner. A blonde tuft of pubic hair stood out against the sheer fabric of her white panties. She was wet inside, and her undergarments were soaked with perspiration. Her breasts were full and milky. They were deliciously round, like two wild pomegranates
Clifford, who was sitting in the bathtub, wanted to jump out at her. He wanted to ravish her body. He wanted to rip off her brassiere, and bury himself in her breasts. All these wild thoughts flashed in his mind. He felt strangely potent tonight. He felt as though he could do anything in the whole world. Nothing could keep him down. He had a good job. He was now a successful man. He had received a long deserved promotion, and that made him better than other men. It gave him a certain degree of superiority. He would no longer be out in the field. He would be working in an office, like a respectable businessman.
"Come on, Allison," he suddenly said. "Stop teasing me. I can't stand it any longer. Take off your panties and bra and get into the tub with me. You promised to give me a blow-job. I hope that you don't intend to go back on your word. I would hate you very much if you did."
"Oh, don't be silly," replied Allison. "You know that I love to give you blow jobs. You know how I get thrilled I love to give you blow-jobs. You know how I get thrilled whenever I take your cock into my mouth. Why the hell do you think that I'm not going to keep my word? Of course I'm going to."
"Well, don't leave me here, hanging on by the skin of my teeth," said Clifford. "I tell you, I'm so horny that I think I'm going to go out of my mind, if I don't get some relief. Make it fast, please."
"Sure thing, Sweetheart," nodded Allison, as she removed the necklace that she was wearing around her neck. She put it in a clean ashtray, on top of the closet in the bathroom. Then she reached behind her, and she unhooked the back of her brassiere. She waited a second, before she rolled the shoulder straps off of her arms.
"Come on," screamed her husband. "Don't keep me waiting. I can't stand the suspense."
Allison carefully pulled off the cups of her brassiere, baring her ripe, luscious breasts. They jiggled and bounced. She rubbed them with her fingers in a provocative manner. She was deliberately trying to arouse her husband. She wanted to titillate him, she wanted to have him standing on pins and needles.
"Should I take my panties off?" she asked, baring her breasts to him.
"Yes, by all means," replied the man. "Take off your panties. I want to see your naked cunt."
"Beg for it," smiled Allison. "If you want my pussy, then you have to beg for it."
"I'm not proud," replied Clifford. "I beg."
"Say please."
"Please...."
"Very good," laughed Allison. She tugged at the waistband of her panties, rolling them across her belly, and over the hump of her buttocks. She let the stained undergarments fall to the tile floor. Now she was completely naked, her body glistening with a veneer of sweat.
She turned around, just like a fashion model. She shook her ass in Clifford's face. He stared at her rosy, red cheeks. She had a real woman's ass. It was round and full and voluptuous. He wanted to sink his mouth into her ass, and bite both of her cheeks until she screamed with agony.
"Let's see your cunt," said the man. "I want to have a good look at your raw, red cunt."
Allison arched her back, slightly, and she spread her legs wide apart, exposing her female genitalia to Clifford's hungry stare. She was nice and wet. She was filled with juice, as she rubbed her tummy with her fingers. She smiled wildly, and she extended her tongue out of the corner of her mouth.
"Come here," said Clifford. "Blow me while I'm in the water, taking a bath. Don't worry, you won't drown."
Allison climbed into the tub, on the opposite side of him, so that she was looking straight into his face. The water wasn't very high, and his cock was completely accessible to her mouth. The woman bent over, grasping his long, hard phallus with both of her hands. She rubbed it between her palms. She tingled and shivered when she touched it. The man's organ was full of life and full of exciting vital energy. It throbbed and jerked in her hands, as though it commanded a will of its own.
Allison bent over it. She kissed his pecker on the very tip, licking it with her mouth. She laved his genitals with her long, snake-like tongue. She covered his balls with her saliva. She massaged and rubbed the top and the bottom of his long, hard phallus. She kissed it and she petted it in a marvelous manner. There was a certain air of refinement in the way she handled her subject. She carried herself gracefully, almost like a queen.
Clifford cried and gasped softly. Never in his life had he experienced so much pleasure. He was going insane. He didn't know how much longer he could stand it. Allison was teasing him. Her touch felt like fire. She made him nervous and wild. He felt himself tingling all over his body.
"Oooh," he gasped, "be a good girl, Allison. Don't make me beg."
"Do you want me to suck you?" asked the blonde-haired woman.
"Yes," replied Clifford. "Suck me out. I can't stand this waiting. I never did like to wait for anything. My cock burns so that I can hardly stand it."
"All right," laughed Allison, as she closed her lips around his long, hard shaft. She slowly swallowed him into her mouth. She gently sucked on his cock. She bit on it delightfully. She was very careful and very gentle. She didn't want to hurt him in any way. It would be such a shame to harm such a magnificent white organ.
Allison blew on his cock gently. She sucked on it and she bit it and she licked it like a hungry dog. Her body throbbed with passion as she rubbed his loins and his thighs with her hands. She did everything in her effort to make him enjoy himself. She wanted to thrill him. She wanted to fill him with excitement.
Suddenly, as she sucked on his long, hard cock, Allison started to think about her son
Gregory. A vision of his face flashed in front of her eyes. She suddenly realized the enormity of the crime which she had committed. She suddenly felt pangs of guilt. She was filled with horror and with shame. She could hardly sit still, when she thought about it. Her jaws froze up, and her feet began to quiver.
"What's the matter?" asked Clifford, who had noticed a sudden change in her temperament. One minute, she was lost in sexual delight. Now she seemed morose. Although her mouth was still around his cock, she was no longer sucking.
"Well ... " repeated Clifford. "What's the matter with you?"
"Oh, nothing," said Allison. "I was just thinking about Gregory."
"What could possibly make you think about him at a time like this?" asked Clifford.
"Oh, I'm worried that he might come home," lied Allison. "Supposing he comes home from play rehearsal, and he catches the two of us in the bathtub, like this. I would be sick with shame."
"He's an all right kid," nodded Clifford. "He's a chip off the old block. He would never open the door without knocking. I wish that you wouldn't worry so much. You should be calm, and steady, just like me."
"I'll try," smiled Allison. She wondered what he would say, if he knew the truth. She wondered how he would react, if he knew that she had made love to Gregory. It would probably leave him cold and bitter. Clifford was a very weak man, and he could hardly take any sort of shock.
"Here goes," smiled Allison. "Are you almost there?"
"I'm coming there," replied Clifford. "Only, when you chew my cock, don't bite on it so hard. It hurts. Remember you're dealing with a very delicate organ. I want to see a little tender, loving care."
"I'll be nice and gentle with you," promised Allison, as she bent over again, and closed her mouth around Clifford's cock. She sucked it into her mouth once again, and she laved it with all the tenderness that she could bring to bear. She could feel as it grew harder and harder inside of her mouth. It was choking her, as swallowed it into her mouth. It burned her palate, and her teeth began to shiver with delight.
Clifford could feel himself approaching his orgasm. It would take him another couple of minutes. He was almost at the breaking point. Every muscle in his body was strained to the breaking point. He gasped for air, filling his lungs. He could feel his blood pressure increase to an enormous rate. The first drop of pre-ejaculatory fluid dribbled out of the tip of his phallus.
Suddenly the hot, creamy semen barreled out of his penis in a short, sharp, machine gun burst. It filled the woman's mouth. It shot deep into her throat.
Clifford put his arms around her neck and he pulled her face between his legs. He made her lick him up completely, before he let her get up. Her mouth was covered with scum. She licked her lips pleasantly, "Well," she said. "Did you enjoy yourself? Did I give you a professional blow job?"
"You sure did," smiled Clifford. "That was a very good blow job. You really know how to suck. I never enjoyed myself so thoroughly."
The two of them sat in the tub for about half of an hour, talking about all sorts of things. The water was warm and soothing, nad it made them both feel very good. Clifford's cock had grown small, and it looked like a little worm, as it floated on top of the water. Allison watched it curiously. She felt a little nervous, and a little excited. She wished that her husband would regain his potency, because her cunt felt empty and very hungry. She wanted to get fucked. She wanted satisfaction. She watched the little worm that floated in the water.
"When is it going to grow again?" asked Allison, in a mocking tone.
"It takes time," replied Clifford. "Just give me a little while."
"Can't you make it get big?" asked Allison. "Can't you exert your will, and control it?"
"No," replied Clifford. "My cock has a will of its own. When it's hungry, it grows big. When it's satisfied, it shrinks, and curls up."
Allison grabbed it in her palms, and she examined it curiously. It was such an odd specimen. She couldn't understand why it aroused her.
"It's absolutely mindless the way I'm attracted to a man's penis," muttered Allison. "Look how ugly it is, like a little garden snake."
"Why don't you rub it a little bit," smiled Clifford. "I think that I'm almost ready for another try at it."
He reached between Allison's legs. He crawled over her mound of Venus, to the opening of her cunt. He examined it with his thumb. He slowly traced the lobes of her vagina with his fingers. It was so slippery and wet that he had trouble grabbing hold of it.
"Do you want me to finger-fuck you?" asked Clifford.
"I would prefer the real thing," replied his blonde-haired wife.
Clifford inserted his middle finger into the long, red slit. He massaged the inside of her honey pot, rubbing it delightfully. He grabbed her slippery pearl and exerted a delightful friction to its surface. He manipulated her genitalia with indifference, as though he didn't feel a thing.
After several moments of playing with her full, swollen cunt, Clifford began to get hard. His penis erected, until it was stiff and firm.
His wife lifted herself in the bathtub, straddling over him. She gently lowered herself on top of his cock and she eased it inside of her pussy.
"Wow," she screamed. "That really feels good."
"Was it worth waiting for?" asked Clifford.
"You bet," replied Allison.
The man was passive in the act that followed. He sat in the water without even moving. Meanwhile, Allison lowered herself up and down on top of his cock. She revolved in a sensual manner, swaying her buttocks and her hips. She could feel herself building for the moment of orgasm. Her entire body was getting ready for it. She was aware of every physical reaction. Her forehead grew hot and moist. Her mouth trembled. Her buttocks quivered.
"How does it feel?" asked Clifford.
"Just great," replied Allison. "Just keep it nice and hard for me. I'm getting there. It will take me just a few more moments."
Allison suddenly gasped, as though a spear was ripping at her heart. Every nook and cranny of her body was on fire with a raging, mindless passion. She closed her eyes, and tried to feel everything. She concentrated on what was happening. She didn't want it to get away from her. She was aware that she was racing with the clock. Gregory would be home from school very soon. She didn't want him to find her like this. She wanted to have her climax, so that she could get out of the bath tub and get dressed to greet him.
"Well ... " asked Clifford. "How goes it with you?"
"I'm almost there-" replied Allison. "I'm-Ahh, Ahh, Ahhhh-"
The pleasure was intense. It swallowed very corner of her body. It rippled across her belly and her breasts in sweet, warm waves. She screamed like a bitch in heat. Her armpits were dripping with sweat. So was the rest of her body.
"Ah, Ahhh,-" she exclaimed, as she wiggled her ass and jiggled her breasts. In about five minutes the convulsions stopped. The orgasm was over. A fresh, rosy glow spread itself across Allison's face. She got off, from on top of Clifford's organ. She opened up the faucet and she let the water run all over her. Then she got out and dried herself off.
"That was very good," she said afterwards, when Clifford sat down in the kitchen, wearing his bathrobe. "I hope that everything between us will now be different. With you getting your promotion and your higher salary, we won't have to live like such beggars. I'll take good care of you. You can come to bed with me every night, and I won't hold back on you."
She bent over and she kissed him on the forehead.
"Hey, when is Gregory coming home?" asked Clifford. "Tonight the three of us can have supper together, just like a normal family.
I think that would be very good. I would enjoy that very much."
The doorbell rang about a half an hour later. Gregory was home from school. He came in and he kissed his mother on the face and mouth. Then he turned and he saw that his father was home from Chicago. Suddenly he pulled away from his mother.
"Hello, dad," he said. "I'm glad to see that you're back from Chicago."
Inside he wished that the old man would disappear. He suddenly realized that he was jealous of his father. He didn't want him in the picture. He wanted Allison all to himself.
"I hope that you had a good trip, dad," he said gritting his teeth, as he sat down to have supper with his family. He was boiling with rage. He sat there with his knife and his fork, and he wanted to stab them into his father's chest. He controlled himself, however, and kept a smile on his face.
Later, at night, he found that he had trouble getting to sleep. He kept thinking of Allison.
CHAPTER THREE
There was a girl in school that liked Gregory very much. Her name was Louise, and she was in the same rehearsal group as he was, and the two of them got on splendidly. Although she was only thirteen years old, she had a full, round figure, and she always dressed in a provocative manner.
"Hi, Greg," she would say. "Do you want to kiss me?"
Gregory always obliged her. He liked the way she felt when she pressed her sweet, little bosom to his chest. He would lick her face and her mouth with his tongue and he listened with pleasure when he heard her pant and moan. Soon the word got around school that Gregory and Louise were going steady.. The two of them were seen everywhere together, holding hands as they walked. When there was a party they would always come together, and leave at the same time.
"You know," Gregory would say to her often. "I think I really love you. There's only one other person in the world that I love more than you."
"Who's that?" asked Louise, jealously.
"My mother," Gregory would reply in a solemn tone.
"Oh, is that all," Louise would laugh. "I thought that you had another girlfriend in school. If you did, I would never talk to you again in my whole life."
Gregory never told Louise about the intimacy which he had shared in his mother's arms, and she never suspected. She didn't feel jealous at all when Gregory brought her to where he lived and introduced her to his mother.
"You know," Louise said afterwards. "I think that you have a very nice mother. She's so sweet. She asked me all sorts of questions about myself, and she made me feel at home. I think that she-likes me."
"She ought to like you," smiled Gregory.
"After all, you happen to be my girlfriend."
Although his father didn't approve of his late night hours, Gregory spent most of his time hanging out with Louise. He no longer liked coming home. He found that he despised his father more than ever. A few times he approached Allison and tried to seduce her, but she would always tell him to leave her alone. She would tell him to forget about the past, and think about the future.
"Listen," Allison would say to him. "I happen to be your mother. I don't think that it's right for you to always be nuzzling up to me and trying to feel me up."
"But ... Remember that afternoon, when you made love to me?" Gregory would ask her. "Why can't we do it again?"
"Because we can't," Allison would reply. "You ought to forget about what happened. Stop bugging me."
"But I'm horny," Gregory would say to her. "I go to sleep every night with a boner in my pants. I'm going out of my mind."
"What about Louise?" Allison would ask him. "Why don't you fuck her? She looks like a good piece of ass. I'm sure that you could score, if you only tried. Turn on your charm and you'll do all right."
With these words of advice in his mind, Gregory launched a campaign of seduction. He started pressing Louise for concessions. Naturally, she was hesitant to give in to his demands. She didn't mind if he kissed her. In fact, she encouraged him to make-out with her, because she enjoyed it very much. But that was as far as she would go.
"I'm afraid to go all the way," Louise would say to Gregory. "My parents tell me that it's no good for a girl to do it with a boy, unless they're married."
"Don't be such an old fashioned prig," Gregory would respond. "Everyone is doing it. I promise you that you'll enjoy it."
"How do you know?" asked Louise. "Have you ever done it before?"
"Yes, as a matter-of-fact, I have," replied Gregory.
"With whom?" asked Louise.
"I can't tell you."
"Why not?" asked the girl. "Why can't you tell me? I won't get angry with you, if you tell me.
"First you tell me something about yourself," said Gregory. "Tell me something that you've never told anyone in your whole life. Then I'll tell you who I went to bed with. Is that a deal?"
Louise wasn't sure how to respond to his offer. There was a certain incident in her past that she wanted to get off of her chest. There was no one she liked better than Gregory, and he seemed like the perfect person to confide in. She liked the way he made her feel good. He never chided her when she made a mistake. He never made her feel small when she did something wrong.-
"I'll tell you my secret," said Louise. "But you tell me your secret first."
"All right," said Gregory. "I'll tell you what happened, if you promise not to hate me for it."
"I promise."
Gregory paused for a moment, thinking of the right words to begin with.
"It happened about two months ago," he said suddenly. "Do you remember that big rain storm that we had, when all the power lines were knocked down temporarily?"
"Yes," nodded Louise. "I was scared to death when it started to thunder. I cried out in my bed."
"Well I came home from school on that day and I was soaking wet," continued Gregory. "My father was out of town on a business trip. My mother was all by herself in the house. She was wearing a very thin house dress. She didn't have a brassiere underneath and I could see her boobs."
"Doesn't your mother have any shame?" asked Louise. "Does she always walk around the house half naked?"
"Not usually," said the boy. "But on that afternoon it was different. I guess that the rain made her careless. She didn't seem worried about anything. She wasn't ashamed when I stared at her. It seemed to me that she was enjoying it."
"So what happened?" asked Louise, brushing back her long brown hair with her fingers.
"Well, I don't know how to put it," said Gregory. "My mother and I had sex together. We started to kiss each other and one thing led to another, and I ended up sleeping with her."
"What?" exclaimed Louise, who couldn't believe the words that she was hearing. "Are you telling the truth? You actually fucked your own mother? Wow, that's really out of sight."
"Does that mean you're not angry with me?" asked Gregory. "I thought that you would never talk to me again, if I ever told you the truth."
"I'm a little angry with you," said Louise. "But I'll bet it was her fault. I'll bet that she was the one who seduced you. Your mother looks just like a movie star. How could you have stopped her? She's the one who is to blame. I don't blame you for what happened."
"But it was partially my fault," replied Gregory. "I sort of led her on. I was dressed in my tightest dungarees, and I sort of stared at her titties in an indecent manner. If I hadn't been so horny, I would have been able to resist her. But I couldn't. You don't know how bad it can get for a boy. The only thing that I think about is sex. Sex is always on my mind. Sometimes I masturbate as much as twice or three times a day. I can't control myself."
Louise was curious. She was wearing a pair of tight bell-bottom blue jeans that were faded at the knees and at the bottom. A brown and purple sweater hugged the curves of her swelling breasts. She wore no make-up on her face, and she looked pale and frightened. Her eyes were large and round, and her lips were moist. Her long brown hair was done in a pony-tail that she carried across her shoulders.
"How do you masturbate?" asked Louise. "How do boys do it?"
"That's a hell of a question to ask," replied Gregory. "I don't know if I should tell you."
"Please tell me," begged Louise. "I'm very curious. I must know."
"Well, it's very easy," said Gregory. "I take my penis in my hands and I rub it. Sometimes, when I'm in my room alone, at night, I rub it up with a pillow and I make believe that the pillow is a woman. I tell you I get desperate."
"Do you ever get wet dreams?" asked Louise.
"Yes," replied the boy.
"Who do you dream about?"
"I dream about all sorts of people," said Gregory. "Sometimes I dream about my mother and sometimes I dream about you and other times I dream about other girls. I dream that I'm in bed with a beautiful young girl, and she's rubbing herself all over me, and she's playing with my cock, and I'm playing with her titties and with her cunt. Then she spreads for me and I climb on top of her and I'm about to fuck her. At that moment I ejaculate in my sleep. I dribble all over the bed."
"That's the way it happens to me," smiled
Louise, not ashamed anymore. "I dream that a boy is making love to me. While I'm dreaming, my hand is on my vagina and I'm rubbing it and petting it the same way that a boy would rub it and pet it if he had the chance to."
"Do you get wet?" asked Gregory.
"Yes," replied Louise. "I always get wet. Whenever I talk about sex, I get wet in my hole. I start to fidget and tingle all over my body."
The two of them were sitting in the park, at twilight. It was about six o'clock in middle of October. The leaves were blowing across the pavement. The trees pointed to the cloudy sky, like naked skeletons. There was a slight breeze in the air, although it was relatively mild for this time of the year.
"Look, I've told you all that there is to tell about me," said Gregory. "Now you promised to tell me about yourself."
"Do I have to?" asked Louise. "I feel a little bit ashamed talking about such a delicate subject."
"I'm holding you to your word," said Gregory. "If you don't tell me what you promised, then I'll never be able to trust you again."
"All right," nodded Louise. "After all, you happen to be my boyfriend. I don't have to hide anything from you."
Gregory nodded. He liked the way the girl's face sparkled as she spoke. Her eyes were penetrating, like fire. She was sweet on the outside, but turbulent on the inside.
"I told you that I'm a virgin," said Louise. "Well, that isn't exactly the truth. Although no man has ever shoved his prick into my cunt, I have been fucked."
"How?"
"In the ass," replied Louise. "It happened about four years ago, when I was only ten years old. I was all by myself in the apartment, because I was sick and couldn't go to school."
"Where was your mother?" asked Gregory.
"She was at work," replied Louise. "In my family, both my father and mother work. We're very poor, and they both have jobs."
"I see," laughed Gregory. "In my family, my mother never works. All she does is sit around the house and watch television, and complain about things. She used to complain all the time, until my father received a promotion. Now she acts very sweet to him. You can never trust my mother. She's a real bitch. Sometimes I hate her, almost as much as I hate my father. They're both no good."
"Oh, I like my parents very much," said Louise. "But I never see them, because they're always away at work. Even when I'm sick, they go to work. They leave me all by myself. That's what happened that day, in December, almost four years ago. I was in bed with a sore throat. I was reading some magazines and listening to the radio, and trying to keep myself occupied when I heard the doorbell ring. It was a door-to-door salesman of encyclopedias. He asked me if my mother was home, and I said that she was away at the shop and that she wouldn't be back until the evening."
"You've got to watch these salesmen," whispered Gregory. "It's not a good policy to let them come into the house, especially if you're all by yourself."
"Well, I was only ten years old at the time," smiled Louise, "What did I know of life? I was a mere child. He asked me if he could come in to rest, and I said it was all right. After all, I was all by myself and I needed someone to talk to. It gets awfully lonely when you're alone in an apartment."
"So what happened?"
"He came inside, and he took a drink of water from the tap," said Louise. "He was very nice and polite to me. He asked me where I went to school and that kind of bullshit. All the while, he was sneaking up to me. Soon he was sitting right next to me, in the kitchen, with his arm around my shoulder. I didn't think anything about it, because I had no idea what he was up to. My parents never told me anything about men, so how was I to know?
"Soon, the salesman unbuttoned the buttons to my pajama top. I had very small breasts, and he seemed very fond of them. He started to massage them with his thick fingers. He rubbed my small nipples till they became hard as cherries."
"Didn't you try to stop him?" asked
Gregory. "You should have screamed or something."
"Well, I didn't know that he was doing something bad to me," explained Louise. "No one had told me that it was improper. I guess I was just a silly girl. I figured that he was a grown person, and I was just a little child. If he wanted to massage my chest, then who was I to stop him?"
"Well, I can see your point," nodded Gregory. "Anyways, did you enjoy it?"
"Yes," replied Louise. "It felt rather good. His hands were very delicate. They knew just how much pressure to exert. They knew just how I would like it. I started to pant and to moan, like a little bitch."
"So what did he do?" asked Gregory, who was feeling rather aroused by this tale of sexual seduction, "What did he do next?"
"The salesman took me in his arms, and he started to kiss me on my lips and on my mouth," replied Louise. "I had never been kissed by a man before, and it felt very good. I liked the smell of tobacco on his breath. It absolutely made me crazy with delight. The man, not as nervous as he was in the beginning, picked me up and carried me to the bedroom, where he made me lie down on the bed. He slowly rolled off the bottom of my pajamas, so that I was completely naked. Then he turned me over on my ass, and he started to massage it with his fingers in a really exciting way. He pinched it and he squeezed it, and he rubbed it with both of his hands.
" 'Little girl,' he said to me. 'Have you ever been spanked?'
" 'Sometimes my daddy spanks me,' I replied to him.
"I was trembling all over my body. I had the shakes, and I was shaking like a leaf. I wasn't exactly sure what the cause of my apprehension was, but I knew it was related to the way that this man was treating me. He made me feel like a woman. I knew, instinctively, that he was enjoying himself. I knew that what was happening was wrong. But it was too late to get out of it. It was too late to turn back."
"No it wasn't," replied Gregory. "If you wanted him to leave, all you had to do was tell him so. I'm sure that he would have listened to you."
"It's possible that you're right," nodded Louise. "But, the truth of the matter is that I didn't want him to leave. I was thrilled to death. I was enjoying myself tremendously. You can't imagine how a young girl feels the first time that a man puts his hands on top of her. It made me feel important. It was a badge of status for me."
"So you enjoyed it," sneered Gregory, jealous with rage.
"Yes, I enjoyed it!" exclaimed Louise. "Why shouldn't I have enjoyed it? I'm a normal girl, and I have normal feelings. When a man touches me, I go crazy."
"I see," said Gregory. "Why don't you tell me the rest of the story? What did the man do to you next?"
"He kept rubbing my ass nice and soft, so that I was jumping like a whore." Louise paused for a second. "Then I could hear the way he opened up his fly, and dropped his pants onto the floor. He got into bed, next to me, and climbed on top of me. I felt like he would crush me to death, because he weighed so much. He was a heavy bastard."
"Then, what happened?" asked Gregory, almost drooling from his mouth, like an old man.
"Then he pulled the cheeks of my ass wide apart, and he shoved his cock into my ass-hole," concluded Louise. "He kept rubbing his cock against the inside of my ass, until he ejaculated. Then he pulled it out, and he made me lick it off."
"You mean you took his ugly prick into your beautiful mouth," said Gregory. "How terribly disgusting ... I'm ashamed of you."
"You don't have to be so righteous," whispered Louise. "You have no right to lecture me on what is good and what is bad taste. After all, remember what you did with your own mother? You committed incest. You fucked your own flesh and blood."
"Don't keep throwing it up in my face," said Gregory. "If you forgive me, then I'll forgive you."
"It's a deal," said Louise, who was feeling very, very close to Gregory. She had shared the secrets of her soul with him. She had revealed everything to him, and he had revealed everything to her. An unbreakable bond had formed between them, and the two of them were as close as two people could possibly be without actual sexual intercourse.
Gregory sensed the closeness which existed between himself and Louise. He could feel the power which he had over her. This was the time for him to strike. If he was bold, and tactful, he would succeed. He slowly slid up to Louise, on the park bench and put his arms around her. He let his hand climb over her shoulder, and slowly creep to the warmth of her swelling breasts. He gradually cupped his palms around them, and he started to fondle and stroke them in a pleasing manner.
Gregory unbuttoned her jacket, and slowly slipped his hands underneath her blouse. He could feel the heat of her soft white skin, and it made him wild with ecstasy. He couldn't remember ever being so highly aroused. He had to have her, and he knew that he couldn't wait another moment, another second. If she put him off, he would die of torture.
"Louise," he whispered. "Let's stop this kid stuff. Let's go all the way tonight. Please, I can't stand it any longer. I want to fuck you so bad that I'm going out of my mind."
"But you know what my feelings about that are," replied Louise. "I'm not sure that it would be such a good idea. Remember, I might get pregnant, and then where would both of us be?"
"Oh, don't be silly," laughed Gregory. "You won't get pregnant. I have a box of rubbers in my back pocket. I always carry them around just in case. I could slip a rubber on, and then you would be protected."
"But rubbers aren't one hundred percent safe," said Louise. She wasn't sure what to do. She was aroused, and she wanted to go all the way. But there was a certain strange voice in the back of her head that told her to wait. It told her not to be beguiled by the voice of this young man. It told her not to trust his sweet, honey words.
"Do you really love me?" asked Gregory suddenly. "Do you love me, or do you just say that you love me?"
"You know that I love you," replied Louise. "You know that I love you. I've told you so many, many times in the past. Don't you believe me?"
"How can I believe you, when you won't do anything for me?" whispered Gregory. "I ask you for a very small favor, and you refuse. Is that how you treat everyone that you love?"
"That's not fair," said Louise. "You're asking me to give up my virginity. It's a very big thing. No one has ever broken my cherry. I would be afraid to let you do it."
"Why?"
"Because, how do I know that you really love me?" asked Louise. "Maybe you're only after my body."
"I swear that I'm not after your body," replied Gregory. "I love your mind. I happen to love to talk to you and I find that you're a very interesting person to keep company with. Of course I love you. I can't understand how you can possibly doubt me."
Louise was silent.
Gregory could see that she was nibbling on his line. Although he liked her a little bit, he really wasn't blindly in love, and he didn't really care for her company that much. The truth is, from the beginning he was interested in her as a sexual playmate for himself. He had been waiting to get her, and now he was almost home.
"Just a little bit more," he thought to himself. "I'll have to try just a little bit more and I'll have her where I want her. I wish that she wouldn't be such a damn bitch. She's playing hard to get with me. She's making me chase after her. I wish she would be a little more mature."
Gregory turned to her, and kissed her hard, and firm on her lips. He inserted his tongue into her mouth, and he rubbed the inside of her cheeks and the upper ridges of her palate with a great deal of love and tenderness. Meanwhile, he was massaging her body through her winter coat. He could feel her breasts jiggling. She was shivering all over, and her flesh was trembling.
"Are you cold?" asked Gregory suddenly.
"No," replied the girl. "I'm just plain scared. I can feel myself weakening. I want to say yes, and yet I'm afraid of the consequences."
"Oh, Louise," said the boy. "Don't be afraid of me. I'm your friend and you're my friend. We'll always be together. I love you."
"But I don't trust you," whispered the girl. "I don't know why I don't trust you, but I just don't. I'm afraid that you're taking me for a ride. I'm afraid that you'll use me like a rag, to get your thrills, and then you'll just toss me aside. I'm afraid of that, and that's why I'm afraid to go all the way with you."
Gregory took a small pocket knife out of his jacket. He opened up the blade and held it up to Louise. She was frightened by the sudden way in which he moved.
"What are you going to do with that knife?" she asked.
"I'm going to cut my finger, and then I'm going to cut your finger, and we're going to mingle our bloods together," replied Gregory solemnly. "That's as good as getting married. If I could, I would marry you. But since we're both under age, then this seems like the next best thing to do."
Louise was thrilled. All the doubts that she had felt were now gone out of her life. She confidently extended her right hand. Gregory made a small incision in her middle finger so that a trickle of blood was flowing out. Then he cut his own finger, and pressed it to her. Their bloods mingled, and both of them felt a certain tingling sensation.
"Now you're mine," said Gregory. "You must do whatever I tell you to do. We're married. We've joined our souls together. Now we must join our bodies together."
"Yes," said Louise. "I'm not afraid anymore. I'm yours. I want to surrender myself to you completely"
Gregory put his hand underneath the dress that she was wearing. He climbed up her legs, to her panties. He started to stroke the outside of her young cunt. He could feel that it was nice and wet. He pulled his hand from under her dress, and he pressed his fingers to his nose. He liked the smell of pussy juice that filled his nostrils.
"How do you like the way I smell?" asked Louise nervously.
"You smell great," replied Gregory. "You just smell great. I sure would love to fuck you if I only could. We'll do it tonight."
"Yes, let this night be our wedding night," said Louise in a silly sounding tone of voice. She acted like a moon-struck child. She didn't know what she was doing, or what she was saying."
"Shall we do it here in the park?" asked Gregory. "It's kind of cold in the park."
"No, why don't you come over to my house," said Louise. "It's only seven o'clock. I can tell my mother that that we're going to study together. She won't mind."
"Will I be able to go into your room?" asked Gregory. "Aren't you afraid that your parents will suspect that something funny was going on?"
"No, I'm not at all afraid. They usually ignore me at night," said Louise. "They eat their supper and then they go to their room, where they watch television, and talk."
"I'll bet that they fuck," said Gregory.
"Maybe," replied Louise. I always hear the way the bed squeaks in their room. That keeps them occupied. I can sneak you in and out without any trouble."
"Good girl," smiled Gregory, feeling like a man. He kissed her on the face, and on her cold red nose.
"I'm a little afraid," she said, as the two of them left the park bench, holding hands in the dark.
"I know," whispered Gregory. "So am I."
CHAPTER FOUR
John and Peggy Ralston, who were Louise's parents, lived in a modestly furnished apartment on the Grand Concourse, in the Bronx. When they first moved in, fifteen years ago, they had dreams of better things in life. They even thought that one day they would be able to move to Riverdale, and buy a new house for themselves. But they never quite made it, which irritated them and made them very bitter.
They took their frustrations out on Louise, their daughter. They never demonstrated any affection for the girl, and they hardly took an interest in her or in her activities. Mr. Ralston grunted whenever he saw his daughter. He liked the way she looked, and sometimes he would give her a dollar to buy something with. More often than not, however, he would simply ignore her.
Peggy Ralston, Louise's mother, had once been a woman of considerable beauty. like a rose, however, she was beginning to fade as she moved through the youth of her life, to the dangerous middle age years. She showed no interest in Louise, and would scold her on every possible opportunity. She was jealous of Louise's youth, and her blooming beauty, and she expressed this jealousy on every possible occasion.
When Louise would ask her mother for advice, Peggy would laugh at the girl and call her foolish and stupid.
"What are you bothering me for?" the mother would say. "I have no time for your silly questions. I happen to be a working woman. I don't have time to indulge you."
Louise had learned that it was impossible to have a warm, friendly relationship with her parents, so she searched for this relationship in other places. Sometimes she would go to her aunt's house, or to her uncle's apartment and she would talk to them. They were more responsive to her, although they also seemed to show a certain amount of resentment towards her. It seemed to her that everyone that she knew was jealous of her youth. Everyone, except the boy Gregory, whom she had met in the school Christmas production.
She liked him very much, and a very good relationship developed between the two of them. They became inseparable. They were seen everywhere together, and people would always comment on what a good couple the two of them made. Both of them looked much older than they really were.
Although Louise was deeply in love with Gregory, she found that she distrusted him for no apparent reason. He was always after her body. He was always grabbing for her boobs and her ass. He treated her as though she were just a sex object. He tried to get into her, and he wanted to fuck her. , Louise fell by degrees. Nothing ever happens all at once. In the beginning the two of them indulged in heavy make-out sessions that would last for hours and hours. Soon they graduated to petting. He would feel her up through her clothes, and she would put her hands on his crotch and she would rub up his cock till it made a bulge in his pants.
All the while, Gregory kept insisting that the two of them should become completely intimate. He kept badgering her, until one night, she finally gave in to him. She had no other choice. She was too weak-willed to resist his sweet charms, and his cool manners.
It was a pleasant evening in late October.
Gregory and Louise had spent some time in the park, sitting and talking. They had both revealed some secrets out of their past. Gregory had told her about the time that he had gone to bed with his mother. Louise had told him about the time that she had been seduced by a salesman, who had committed sodomy with her.
Afterwards, the two of them swore a solemn vow of love. They had cut their fingers and mingled their blood. Now, they were joined together spiritually. Louise held Gregory's hand as they walked down the street. The last fortress of her will was falling. Tonight, she decided, she would go all the way with him.
The two of them walked about fifteen minutes, till they turned onto the Grand Concourse. They walked several more blocks, coming to an old, musky looking tenement, that seemed out of place with the other polished, well bred buildings on the street. This was the house where Louise lived. There was no elevator in the lobby, and the smell of cabbage was in the air. The two of them walked up the five flights of stairs to the top floor.
"I don't have the key," said Louise. "I'll have to ring the bell."
She pressed the buzzer once. Then again.
"Who is it?" called a woman's voice.
"It's me and Gregory," answered Louise. "I've forgotten my keys. Would you please let us in?"
"Oh shit," replied the voice. There was the sound of feet scampering across the floor. The bolt was lifted. The chains were unlocked. The door opened with a creaky sound. Louise's mother was standing in a bathrobe, her hair up in curls. Her face was streaked with make-up. She didn't seem very happy.
"You brat you," she said. "You little bitch. Didn't I always tell you to take your keys along with you when you go out? What's the matter with you? Ain't you got an ounce of sense in that silly head of yours?"
Louise's mother, Peggy, looked at Gregory, who was standing in the doorway.
"What the hell did you bring him over here for?" she asked, putting another roller in her hair.
"Me and Gregory are going to study in my room," replied Louise. "We have some Algebra that we have to go over for our mid-term exam."
"I don't know," said Mrs. Ralston. "I don't want the two of you making a lot of noise in there. We want to go to sleep early tomorrow morning. John and I have to be at work by eight o'clock. We ain't got time fool around all night long, like some folks. We happen to be very hard working people."
"Oh, don't worry mom," smiled Louise. "We won't fool around. We won't make a single sound. We'll close the door, and we'll study nice and quiet."
"The two of you are young," said Mrs. Ralston. "I don't want to see no fucking going on in there. I know how young kids are today. All they do is fuck and fuck and fuck. They hardly got time to eat, or sleep, or even for their school work."
"Oh mom!" exclaimed Louise. "How can you say a thing like that. You know what a sensible girl I am. I would never do like that? You know what a sensible girl I am. I would never do that."
"I suppose," replied Mrs. Ralston, as she moved out of the doorway, and let Louise and Gregory come inside. It was nice and warm in the apartment. There was the smell of lamb chops, which the family had eaten for supper. Mrs. Ralston looked at the two children once again, and then she returned to her bedroom, where her husband was waiting on the bed for her. He was completely naked, and when the doorbell had rung, he was on top of his wife, ready to let her have the shaft.
"Who was it?" he asked, when Peggy returned.
"It was Louise and her boyfriend Gregory," replied the woman, as she took off her bathrobe.
"Shit," laughed the man. "They sure picked a hell of a time to ring that bell."
His wife winked at him and got into the warm, shaking bed. Gregory and Louise, who were in the kitchen, drinking some soda pop, could hear the squeaking of the old, rusty bed.
"I'll bet that your dad is fucking your mother," said Gregory, as he swallowed his ginger ale. "It sure sounds like they're having a real fine time in there."
"Oh, all you ever think about is sex." said
Louise, a little angry.
"Do you want to bet that I'm right?" asked Gregory. "Let's go and look through the keyhole. I'll bet you that your father is right on top of your mother, with his cock inside of her box, sealed and wrapped the way it's supposed to be."
Before Louise could reply, Gregory walked out of the kitchen. He had taken his shoes off, so that no one could hear his movements. He crept over to the bedroom door, and he bent over on one knee. He looked through the keyhole and he saw the whole thing. Mr. Ralston had his face buried in his wife's breasts. He was licking and sucking on her titties, biting her neck and the hollow of her throat.
"Ooooooh," she was crying, as she scratched his buttocks with her fingernails. The portable television, opposite the bed was playing some silly western. The couple on the mattress didn't seem interested in the show. They were locked in a warm, sensual embrace. Their bodies were gyrating in unison. The man was squeezing the woman's breasts, and he was massaging her belly. He lifted her up, and he inserted his cock into her wet cunt. He drove it in, the way a carpenter would drive a nail into a piece of wood.
Gregory, who was watching, felt his body get hot and wild. He was sweating all over, even though it was almost winter time, and even though it was cold inside the apartment. His eyes were pasted to the keyhole. He didn't feel
Louise's fingers when she tapped him on the shoulders.
"C'mon Greg," she said to him. "Get away from that door, before they catch you."
"Come here," the boy finally said, after getting an eyeful. "I want you to bend over and look inside."
"No."
"Yes," said Gregory, twisting her arm behind her back. Although the pain was intense, Louise wouldn't scream because she was afraid that her parents would hear her. She bent down and she looked through the keyhole and she saw just what Gregory had told her that she would see. Her mother and father were entangled in a sexual embrace. Their bodies were rolling across the mattress wildly. They were both involved only with themselves. They were oblivious to the world outside of them.
"They must do it every night." said Gregory. "Your dad takes your mom into bed, and he humps her. Wow, did you get a look at her boobs. Wow, shit!! Your mother sure is well stacked."
"Oh, stop talking like that," said Louise. "I don't like to listen to you when you talk like a vulgar little boy. You make me ashamed some of the times."
"Cut the crap," said Gregory, taking Louise and leading her back to the kitchen. "I don't think that I'm vulgar. I'm just a normal, healthy person who needs to have his sex every once in a while."
"You seem to need it every night," replied Louise. "That's what I can't stand about you. You're always interested in sex. You always talk about it, and you always think about it. Sometimes you make me sick."
"Don't get angry with me," laughed Gregory, who could see his fish swimming away. "Please don't be angry with me. You know that I love you, and the reason that I always think about sex is because you drive me out of my mind. Do you think that I can control my sex drive? It's impossible for me to stop my thought processes."
Louise looked into his eyes and she felt a little sorry for him. She always led him on, and whenever he wanted to go all the way she would turn him away. How much could he take? After all, he was only human.
"I'm sorry for being mad at you," said Louise. "It's mostly my own fault. I lead you on, and then, when you get hot, I make you go away. It isn't fair of me to torment you like that. I have to apologize to you."
Gregory took Louise's hand and he led her to her room, that was across the kitchen. The walls were green and the ceiling was white. The room was sparsely furnished, with a bed, a desk, a closet and a bookcase. There was dirt on the floor, and the place looked like a mess.
Gregory slipped his arm around Louise's waist and he kissed her hard on her mouth. She began to pant and moan, at this initial contact. She was driven into a frenzy. She began to gyrate to a rhythm inside of her head.
"Take your clothes off," said Gregory. "I want to see you naked."
The girl looked at him, and then paused for a second. She was afraid of what was happening. She knew that she was growing up, and that tonight was the last time that she would ever be a child. After tonight, she would be a full, mature woman.
"It's like I'm leaving a part of my life behind," she said. "I feel so scared, and yet I'm also very excited. You can't imagine how hot I am. My cunt is wet with juice. I'm dripping with syrup. I can hardly stand up straight, because my head is pounding like a drum."
Gregory could see that she was wavering. He wouldn't give her a chance to back out of it. He was prepared to rape her, if he had to. One way or another, he intended to get inside of her juicy cunt.
"Would you feel better if I stripped first?" asked Gregory. "I'm willing."
"Yes," replied the girl. "I think that it would calm me down. I don't know why, but I'm feeling very nervous."
Without waiting another second, Gregory unzipped his fly, and pulled his penis out of his pants. It was nice and hard, and it stood out like a giant flagpole. For his age, he was well hung. He took his cock in his hands and he started to rub it up a little, as Louise watched him. He could see that she was excited and that she wanted to pounce at him and grab him by the short hairs, and beat him till he climaxed.
"Yummy, yummy," she whispered, as she rubbed her belly in an extremely obscene manner. "I like it."
The boy unbuckled his trousers and he let them fall down to the floor. Next he removed his jockey shorts and he folded them up very carefully. He unbuttoned his shirt, took off his shoes and his socks and he was standing bare-assed naked.
"Now it's your turn," he said, as he massaged his cock in an extremely provocative manner. He was content and he looked forward to the rest of the evening with eager anticipation. He knew that he would get laid. Louise didn't have the will power to throw him out now. She was a weak, malleable girl.
"Come on," he repeated. "Take your clothes off."
Louise began to blush. Her brown hair was done in a pony tail, which she undid, stroking and combing it with her fingers. She unbuttoned the buttons to her blouse, one by one, so that Gregory could see her brassiere, and the hollow of her creamy white throat. Next, she unzipped the back of her plaid skirt, letting it fall to the floor.
"Do you need any help with your bra?" asked Gregory, wetting his lips with wild, savage desire. "Can I help you in any way?"
"No," replied Louise. "I can manage, thank you."
She unbuckled the back of her brassiere and she removed the harness from her breasts. Although they were not extremely big, they were perfectly round and they looked as though they were dripping with milk. Gregory got one look at them and he almost went crazy. Her nipples were hard as diamonds. The flesh was flawless, like two gems.
"You're beautiful," whispered Gregory. "Truly, you are."
"Am I more beautiful than your mother?" asked Louise, coquettishly. "Do you like me better than you like her?"
"Oh, leave me alone," said Gregory. "How the hell should I know whether your boobs are better are better than her boobs? That's a fuckin' silly question."
"All right," replied Louise, stamping her feet. "If you think that I'm silly then you might as well get dressed and get the hell out of here. I don't want to have anything to do with you."
"I've taken about as much as I can stand out of you," shouted Gregory, filled with a blind, mindless rage. "You better take your clothes off, or I'm going to beat the shit out of you. I'm not kidding either. If your parents find me here, stark naked, I'll tell them that you led me on. I'll say that you seduced me. They will probably believe me faster than they're going to believe you. So, if you want to be a smart girl, you'll take your clothes off and you'll move your ass over here so that I can get my rocks nice and wet."
Louise suddenly hated Gregory. She hated herself even more than she hated him. Why had she brought him here? Why had she agreed to his stupid plan? She didn't want to go fuck with him. She was a child yet. She was only thirteen years of age. She should be playing with dolls, not with boys.
"Please," she begged. "Leave me alone. Put your clothes back on and go away from me. I don't want to fuck you. I don't want to lose my virginity. I want to remain pure."
"It's too late for that now," laughed Gregory, in a fiendish way. "You should have thought about it a long time ago. You led me on, and now you're going to satisfy me. I don't care if I beat you till you're running with blood."
"Go to your mother," said Louise. "Go fuck your mother. Leave me alone."
Her words made Gregory very, very angry. He didn't like her tone of voice. She was acting just like a damn bitch. She was making fun of him. If there was one thing that Gregory didn't like, it was for a girl to make fun of him.
He walked over to her and he slapped her in the face. He slapped her once and he slapped her again. Louise didn't scream because she didn't want to alarm her parents. But tears began to fall across her cheeks.
Gregory didn't mind to see her crying. He rather enjoyed it. It aroused him and made him even more excited. He took her two, shivering breasts in his palms and he started to rub them up nice and soft. He bent over and he kissed them with his lips and he licked them with his long, lascivious tongue. He sucked on her just like an animal, and Louise felt cheap and ugly. She hated his touch, and she wanted to choke him to death. She wanted to grab his cock and rip it off.
"You mother-fucker," she whispered as she cried.
"Don't call me that," said Gregory. "I'm warning you. I don't like it when you call me that."
"But it's true," laughed Louise. "You are a mother-fucker, because you happened to have fucked your darling little mother. What did it feel like when you screwed her? Was her pussy nice and wet and juicy?"
Until this moment, Gregory did not realize how intense his love for his mother actually was. He didn't like the way Louise was insulting Allison. He didn't like the way Louise was calling her names and making obscene insinuations.
"You better take that back," said Gregory. "I'll kill you if you don't. Don't think that I won't. You had better take that back."
His lips and his cheeks were trembling. Louise could see that he meant every word that he said. She was afraid of him. She was afraid of what he might to to her.
"I take it back," she finally said. "I take it all back."
Gregory kissed her on both of her diamond hard nipples. He massaged her breasts with a great deal of love and tenderness. He no longer was angry with her, because he knew that he had complete control over her. She was his servant, and he was her master. He could dominate her and make her do whatever he wanted. She was shivering like a hungry beast.
Gregory grabbed hold of the pink tights that she was wearing, and he rolled them over her belly, and across the hump of her round, succulent buttocks. They fell in a puddle around her ankles and she kicked them away, to the pile of clothes that was standing near the window. Next he grabbed hold of the elastic waistband of her clinging white panties and he peeled them off. He rolled them across her creamy thighs and her milky calves, picking them up and pressing them to his nose.
"What are you doing?" asked Louise. "Are you smelling my panties? What a gross thing to do."
"They happen to smell very good," laughed Gregory. "They are all covered with pussy juice, and I go crazy whenever I get a whiff of pussy juice."
"Men sure are weird," said Louise, who was standing completely naked in the middle of the bedroom, shivering. A triangle of soft, brown pubic fur flared out from between her thighs. Gregory looked at it and he was filled with a crazy desire. It was like nothing that he had ever experienced in his entire life.
The boy jumped up at her, circling her waist with his arms. He pressed his lips to her lips, and he inserted his tongue into her mouth. Their two bodies mingled, and joined in an embrace of sexual delight.
Suddenly Louise forgot all of her doubts and Gregory forgot all of his hatred. They were in a different world, where the problems of every day no longer matter. They both cringed with joy and eager anticipation.
"Oh Gregory," cried the girl.
The boy didn't hear her words. His face fell across her body, like an explorer traveling across uncharted territory. He sucked her breasts into his mouth and he bit them and he licked them with joy and pleasure. His carnal appetite was whetted by these perfectly rounded mammaries. He bit on them and he laved them like a hungry dog lapping at a bowl of foamy white milk.
Slowly his face continued its descent, leaving a trail of hot, sloppy, noisy kisses on her stomach and her belly. He paused for a moment at her belly button, inserting his tongue into the warm, fragrant orifice. He moved it back and forth inside of her, tickling her until she could hardly stand still. She heaved her breast, and threw back her head, sighing heavily.
"Oh Gregory," she moaned. "Oh, sweet, sweet Gregory."
The boy's hungry lips continued their descent across her sweet young body. He traveled through the forest of pubic hair that flared from between her thighs, climbing over the mound of Venus, finally nuzzling his face between her creamy white thighs.
Gregory was down on his knees, like a hungry dog sniffing a hot bitch. He buried his nose in her muff, and he licked and kissed the raw, red flesh of her swollen cunt. He grabbed her pearl in his teeth, and he bit on it in a most delightful manner. He sucked it in and out of his mouth, exerting exhilarating friction to its slippery surface. The girl moaned and panted just like a wild whore in the agony of an orgasm.
"Oh Gregory," she repeated again and again. "You leave me breathless. You're driving me wild. You're making me so crazy that I can't see straight."
The young boy didn't hear a word that she was saying. He wasn't interested in words. He was only interested in the taste of sweet, tender, juicy young cunt. He licked it and he bit it, and he sucked on it till he was intoxicated with her feminine aroma. He couldn't remember ever having smelled such a sweet, savory substance.
The boy traced the outlines of her cunt with his tongue, licking the juicy, sweet lobes that stood at the gates of the garden of sexual delight. He tarried for awhile, and then he made the big plunge. His tongue darted deep into her love hole. He pushed it into her cunt again and again and again. His hands, meanwhile, reached up and grabbed hold of her quivering buttocks.
Gregory massaged her young, round tail with extreme care. He rubbed each of the cheeks, again and again and again. Slowly he pulled her buttocks apart and he pushed his middle finger into her anal orifice. He could feel that she had a very tight little ass-hole and he liked the way it pulled on his finger. It made him feel very comfortable. Desire raged in his loins and in every nook and crevice of his body.
Gregory gave Louise's cunt one last, loving good-bye kiss. Then he made her turn around and he kissed her tenderly on her ass, inserting his tongue into her asshole, so that he made oral-anal contact.
Gregory got up from his knees, and he led her to the bed. She obeyed him blindly. She had no will of her own, and she didn't know how to resist. She was by nature a subservient person. She lay down on the clean sheets, and she waited for Gregory to come to her and to make sweet love to her.
"Are you going to break my cherry?" she suddenly said apprehensively. "I'm a virgin."
"That will make it even better," smiled Gregory. "It isn't everyone who can get to cop a cherry. It's a very momentous occasion. I hope that I measure up to the task."
Louise gave one glance at his penis and said: "You'll measure up all right. You don't have to worry about that at all." She paused for a second. "I'm afraid of one thing."
"What's that?" asked Gregory.
"Is it going to hurt?" replied Louise. "I hear that it hurts when a girl loses her maidenhead."
"Those are the breaks," said the boy, as he climbed into the bed next to her. He rolled on top of her, pushing his knee between her legs. He spread her thighs wide apart, so that he would have easy access to her cunt.
"Don't hurt me," she said.
"Don't worry so much," replied Gregory. "Why the hell are you always so damn afraid? I can never understand you."
The boy kissed her on her lips, as he reached underneath her with his hands and lifted her up ever so slightly, so that he would have the leverage. Without a loud sigh, he drove himself into her.
"Ugh." screamed the girl.
"Shhhh" whispered the boy. "Not so loud. You'll alarm your parents."
"I'm sorry," replied Louise, biting her lips. She was sweating profusely. Her entire body was dripping with a veneer of perspiration. Her armpits, and the joints in her arms and legs were wet and slippery. Her cunt was boiling with an erotic rage.
"Ohhhh," she cried as she felt Gregory thrust his cock into her repeatedly. He bounced off of her hymen once, and then again. On his third try he was successful, breaking through to the other side.
"Shit," he said. "That sure was hard."
Little trickles of blood flowed from her broken cherry. Louise felt a little tightness in her cunt, but it wasn't half as bad as she had thought it would be. The worst was over and the best was yet to come. She liked the way Gregory's cock felt inside of her womb. It throbbed and it was full of life and energy which was transmitted to her. It burned like a hot ember, and she wiggled her tail delightfully.
Louise twined her legs around Gregory, in an effort to draw him deeper and deeper inside of her body. The boy kept banging it into her. He kept banging his cock back and forth inside of her cunt. The friction was powerful and it set her on fire. She gyrated wildly and passionately. Her clitoris throbbed and ached with sexual bliss. Her breast quivered and her nipples trembled. Louise could not remember ever experiencing such a wonderful feeling.
"If this is sex," she said to herself, "the give me more. This is the best thing that has ever happened in my life. It drives me crazy and wild."
Suddenly, without any warning, she climaxed. Her insides rippled with the warm, sunshine glow of pure, thrilling excitement. Her heart was beating at an enormous rate. She could hardly catch her breath, as she twisted and turned on the bed, swaying her hips and her buttocks to the erotic rhythm that stirred in her brain.
"Ah, Ahh, Ahhh, Ahhhhhhh" she exploded, throwing her arms up in the air.
At that very moment, Gregory experienced his own delightful orgasm. His cock tightened, and suddenly it was alive with fire. He creamed into her cunt with the force of a hurricane.
"I'm shooting sperm," he screamed. "I'm shooting sperm."
The semen barreled out of the very tip of his penis in short, sharp machine gun bursts. Louise could feel it as it shot into her womb. Each burst tore her apart. It felt like electric energy entering her body.
The two of them rolled on the bed for almost fifteen minutes, until they were both completely calmed down. Gregory pulled his cock out of her cunt, and fell off of her like a tired lamb. There was no more energy left in him. He was completely burned out. He had given her everything, and she had sucked him out like a snake would suck out an egg. He was empty and she was full. A warm glow spread itself across her body. She was flushed with heat. Her cheeks were crimson, and they radiated mystically.
"Well?" asked Gregory. "Was it good? Did you enjoy the experience?"
"It was pleasant," replied the girl. "I must admit that I've never felt anything quite like it. You thrilled me to death."
"Did it hurt?" asked Gregory curiously, looking down at the bloodstain on the sheets.
"A little bit," admitted the girl. "But it was really worth it. My cunt was burning like a cauldron. You really did a great job putting out the fire."
"Then you're not angry with me anymore?" asked Gregory.
"Not really," replied the girl in a state of contented bliss. "I'm glad that you made me go through with it. I wanted to remain a child. I was afraid of becoming a woman. But you forced me, and now I know what true happiness is. What about you? Did you have a good time?"
"Pretty good," replied Gregory. "I liked fucking you. I'd like to do it more often."
"Tomorrow," said Louise, as she looked at her clock on the wall. It was getting late. She suddenly was afraid that her mother would burst into the room and find her like this, naked, and in bed with a boy.
"Let's get dressed," she suddenly said.
"All right," replied Gregory as he got out of bed. He pulled on his jockey shorts and his trousers, lacing up his shoes. He looked at himself in the mirror, and he was quite impressed with himself.
"I'm really handsome," he said.
"You're also vain," replied Louise. "You think too much of yourself. You think that you can dominate people with your irresistible will. That's what I hate most about you."
"And what do you like the most about me?" asked Gregory, not really caring what her answer would be.
"Do you really want to know what I like the best about you?" asked Louise.
"Yes," nodded Gregory.
"I like your sausage best," smiled the girl.
"My sausage?" What the hell are you talking about?" asked Gregory.
"You know, your cock." replied the girl. "That's the best part of you. That's the cutest part of your entire body. I love the way it gets soft and then hard. It's just marvelous."
Louise got out of bed, and she pulled on her panties, a dress, and a blouse. The two of them studied algebra for awhile. At ten o'clock, Gregory got tired and had to leave. He kissed Louise, and then walked out the door, and down the five flights of stairs. The Grand Concourse was deserted and cold. A few feathers of snow wafted in the air. Gregory pulled up his collar to the wind.
Suddenly, out of nowhere, he started to think about his mother, Allison.
CHAPTER FIVE
Although Allison tried to forget that afternoon, many months ago, when she had made love to her son Gregory, she found that she could not. It was always on her mind. The more she tried to repress this memory, the more vivid it became. She would sit in the apartment, in the afternoon, and she started to see things. She would imagine that Gregory was standing in front of her, with his long phallus standing out perfectly erect. She would rub her eyes, and the hallucination would go away laughing as it disappeared.
Allison found that she was also suffering from a great many headaches, and pains all over her body. She would wake up, and she would immediately feel a stabbing, biting sting in her thighs. Her throat would become dry, and sore, and she found that she could hardly talk.
Clifford suggested that she go to a doctor for a diagnosis of her symptoms.
"After all," he said to her. "It might be very serious. Maybe you're going through your change in life."
"No, that's impossible," Allison would reply. "I'm too young for that. I'm only thirty-five years old. Women don't reach that until almost fifty."
"Well, whatever it is, you had better get something for it," Clifford had told her. "It certainly is destroying our sex lives. Whenever I want you, you're always in pain. You either have a headache or a sharp pain in your chest. This has got to stop."
"But it's not my fault," Allison had told him. "You know that I love you very much, sweetheart. I enjoy making love to you. It's just that I'm sick."
"Then go to the doctor."
Allison had taken his advice and made an appointment for the next day. The doctor gave her a complete diagnosis. He examined her thoroughly, from head to toe, but could find nothing physically wrong with her.
"You know, Mrs. Kramer," he had said to Allison. "I believe that your problem is psychological."
"You mean that I'm crazy?" asked Allison in disbelief.
"I wouldn't be so harsh," the doctor had said. "It's just a matter of a little simple analysis. I would suggest that you go to a psychologist for some therapy. It might improve things for you."
"I'm not sure," Allison had said.
She left the office, and for the next few days she went to several other doctors, asking for their advice. They all came to the same conclusion. There was nothing physically wrong with her. She was completely healthy. The pains that she suffered were the result of psychological disturbances that should be treated by a competent analyst.
Allison refused to make an appointment with a headshrinker. First of all, she didn't have the money for analysis, and secondly, she didn't like the idea of revealing the gruesome details of her past life to a complete stranger.
"Oh, come on," her husband would say to her. "Don't be afraid. If you need help, then you ought to govfor it. I'm willing to pay, if it's necessary. It would be worth it to me, to have you healthy again, and functioning normally."
"I'll think about it," Allison had said, but refused to go. She found that her headaches became even more frequent, and even more painful. The pain in her body became even more intense. She had hot and cold flashes, and she would writhe feverishly in bed every evening, trying to fall asleep.
Allison was obsessed with the image of her son Gregory. She began to see him everywhere. She wanted to touch him, and fondle him, and make love to him. She would sneak into his room, after he left for school, and she would search through his laundry. She would pick up his undershirts, which were covered with sweat, and she would smell them. They made her crazy with passion. They drove her wild with desire.
She resumed her former practice of smelling his jockey shorts and his jockstraps. She would press them to her nose, and she would inhale deeply, until she couldn't stand it any longer. Then, lost in a frenzy, she would strip naked and she would masturbate.
Allison found that she was masturbating more and more. She would play with her pussy, while conjuring up pictures of Gregory's naked body. She would lie down in his bed, and roll around on his sheets, and rub herself with his soiled underwear.
"Oh Gregory," she would bellow. "Oh sweet, sweet Gregory."
When the boy came home, after school, she would stare at him silently. She would peek into his room, when he undressed, and she would rub up her cunt as she looked at his naked body. She found that she couldn't stand it any longer. She simply had to have him. If she didn't, she would die.
Added to this powerful sexual drive, was also the element of jealousy. She watched as Gregory and Louise went around everywhere together. At first she had been kind to Louise, because the girl seemed nice. But now, she became intensely suspicious of her.
"She's no good for you," she would say to Gregory. "You shouldn't hang around her so much. Why don't you find someone who is more suitable for you? You ought to be going around with beautiful girls, not with homely ones."
"I don't thing that she's homely." Gregory would say. Although he wasn't particularly interested in Louise, and although he wasn't really in love with her, he was getting what he wanted off of her and he was content. He remembered how his mother had rejected him, after his father's promotion, and he was extremely angry with her.
"Don't give me advice," he would say. "I don't need your damn advice. If I want to go out with Louise, then that's my business."
"Don't take it so personally," Louise would reply. "I am only concerned about your welfare. I want to help you out. I don't see why you get so mad at me, and why you can't discuss anything with me. After all, I happen to be your mother. And if you can't talk to your mother, then whom can you talk to?"
"Bullshit!! " Gregory would reply, disappearing into his own room.
He lived the life of a hermit, as far as his family was concerned. He couldn't stand them, and he refused to talk to either his mother or his father. He deliberately came home late, so that he wouldn't have to eat dinner with them. He would warm over his portion, and eat it later on, in his own room, with the radio playing.
"Fuck them!" he would say to himself. "As soon as I'm old enough, I'm going to pack my clothes and move the hell out of here."
Gregory suspected for a long time that his mother Allison rummaged through his things when he was away to school. He would often find strands of her blonde hair on his bed, and traces of her feminine odor on his sheets. He smiled to himself, as he tried to imagine what she did in his room. Also, he found that his laundry was always messed up.
"She's been going through it," he would laugh. "The bitch is smelling my jockey shorts, when I'm away. She still has hot pants for me."
Although Gregory insulted his mother on every possible occasion, he nevertheless was very fond of her. It sometimes embarrassed him when he realized how much he lusted after her. Whenever he fucked Louise, he would think of Allison. At night, he would sometimes have weird dreams, as he imagined that he was rolling around in bed with his mother on the bed.
Gregory was often tempted to approach her again, and proposition her. But he was a man, and he had his pride. She had rejected him once, and he didn't want to go through the hassle again. He didn't need the aggravation.
"Besides, I've got Louise," he would say to himself. "She does everything to me. What do I need my mother for?"
Still, it wasn't the same. He was beginning to get bored with Louise. She was always complaining, about one thing or another. She was very demanding. Every time he fucked her, she would always have something to complain about. Sometimes she would complain about his performance.
"What's the matter?" she would say to him. "I was almost there. You should have held off for awhile."
Having sex with Louise wasn't the fun that it used to be. As she got worse, Gregory would think more and more of Allison. He wanted to go back to her. He wanted to resume their relationship. He wanted to bury his face in her blonde muff. He wanted to suck on her raw, red pussy, and kiss her full, milky breasts. Sometimes he would call out for her in his sleep.
"Oh, Allison," he would cry. "Oh Allison."
He tried several times to proposition her, but found that he could not find the proper words. He would start to talk to her, and he found that he was beginning to stutter, just like a shy schoolboy. On those occasions, he would run into his room, and he would curse himself for being such a fool. He would return to Louise, and he would feel much better, when she submitted to him.
"You know," he would often say to her for no apparent reason. "I really like you."
The months quickly passed, and soon it was next spring. Allison continued to suffer from her headaches, and she took a great many medicines to calm herself down. Her husband Clifford continued to do well at his job, and was due for a promotion at any time now. He had gotten tired of Allison's hypochondria and he came home less and less. He found diversions elsewhere.
Allison was left more to herself than ever before. She began to get sloppy, and she would walk around the house, and mutter to herself.
"Oh Gregory," she would cry. "Oh, sweet, sweet Gregory."
Finally, one day, as she was rummaging through his things, as was her custom, she found a box of condoms. The boy had carelessly left them in his closet, where she would be sure to find them. She was angry, and she began to snarl.
"What the hell is he doing with these?" she asked herself, hysterically. She was playing the roll of the naive mother, and she wallowed in her own self-pity. She acted very righteous in the matter.
When the boy came home from school, she confronted him with her evidence and she demanded an explanation from him.
"What the hell is the meaning of these?" she asked, putting the rubbers on the kitchen table. "I found them in your room."
"So you've been spying on me," said Gregory angrily. He was wearing a pair of short, tight pants, and a striped shirt. He was long, and lean, and his skin was white as snow. Allison had her hair done up in braids, which she twirled around her head, German style. She was wearing a pair of tight green bell-bottoms that hugged the curves of her sensual body. Her blouse was about two sizes too small, enhancing the roundness of her large bust. For the first time in many months, she looked beautiful, almost radiant.
Allison felt very excited. She knew that today would be the day when she would resume her relationship with Gregory. First she would chide him, and then she would seduce him. She had been waiting for just such an occasion, and she was very happy when it presented itself to her.
"Well, young man," she said. "What are you doing with a box of rubbers? You were fifteen last month. You're too young to be acting like such a man of the world."
"Fuck off," Gregory replied. "Why the hell do you bother me so much? Listen, I'll leave you alone, and I want you to leave me alone."
"No," replied Allison. "I happen to be your mother, and I happen to have a responsibility towards you. I have to make sure that you grow up to be a decent, law abiding citizen."
"So what do you want to know?" asked Gregory.
"I want to know what the hell you do with these rubbers," replied Allison.
"I fill them up with water, and I throw them over the roof," said Gregory, with a straight face.
"Oh, don't make fun of me," screamed
Allison. "I won't take it from you."
After uttering these words, she slapped Gregory across his face. It was a light, enticing slap, and Gregory was aroused by it. He could feel a boner pop in his pants. His cock began to tremble, as it stiffened into a full blown erection. His ball quivered with carnal excitement.
"Why did you slap me?" he asked.
"Because you were making fun of me," replied Allison. "Now please tell me the truth. I want to know if you're having an affair with this girl, Louise."
"Of course I am," said Gregory. "Everyone knows that she is my girl. I always hold her hand, and I take her to the movies and stuff like that."
"That's not what I mean," replied Allison. "What do you mean?"
"I want to know if you fuck her." said Allison rubbing her breasts with her hands. "Boy, you don't have to be ashamed of telling me the truth. I'll understand. I happen to be a very modern person."
Gregory thought for a second, without saying a word. He could have walked out on her, at that point, and discontinued the discussion concerning his sex life. But he really didn't want to. He realized where it was all leading to. He could see that Allison had hot pants for him. Her lips were wet, and shiny, and she licked them with her long, snake-like tongue.
"Well, do you fuck Louise?" asked Allison.
"Yes, I do," replied Gregory. "When did you start?"
"Last October," explained Gregory. "One night we were talking in the park, and I told her about myself, and she told me about herself, and then we went to her house, and we became lovers in her bed."
"Is she good?" asked Allison, curiously.
"Well, she's no expert," admitted Gregory. "But she lets me do anything that I want to do to her."
"For instance?"
"Well, she sucks my cock, for one example," said Gregory. "She just can never get enough of my cock. She's always reaching for my pants, and she unzips my fly, and she pulls out my thing, and she starts to rub it and massage it, and invariably, she'll bend over and she'll start to suck on it. She blows me out of my fucking head. That's how good she is."
"I see," said Allison. "So she's not so homely, after all."
"No, who said she was homely?" laughed Gregory, "The only reason that you don't like her is because you're jealous."
"I'm not jealous," laughed Allison. "Why the hell are you so cocksure that I'm jealous?"
"Because I am," replied Gregory. "You still love me. You still want me. I know that you come into my room, every day when I'm away at school, and you lie down on my bed and you roll around in it."
"What could possibly give you that impression?" asked Allison. "You certainly are a very presumptuous young lad. You always thing that everyone is moonstruck over you. For your information, I don't have the slightest interest in you, sexual or otherwise."
Gregory could see that his mother was playing a game with him. He didn't mind. He rather enjoyed it. The pleasure would be sweeter, if the fruit was hard to get. He stared down at her breast in a very obscene manner. He was drooling slightly from his mouth, like a hungry dog.
"Stop looking at my bust," said Allison. "You make me very nervous."
"Are your boobs shaking?" asked Gregory, smiling. "I'll bet that your cunt is wet as a water well."
"Of all the nerve," cried Allison, turning crimson. "How dare you talk to me like that. I'm not a cheap whore."
"At least you're not cheap," laughed Gregory. "The man who wants to buy you will have to shell out a lot of loot. No, you're not a cheap whore. You happen to be a very expensive one."
Allison got up from where she was sitting and she walked over to Gregory, lifting her hand, ready to strike him. The boy caught her wrist in mid-air, and he twisted it. Allison had never realized how strong he was. She couldn't move, as he squeezed her wrists.
"Let go," she begged.
"Sure I'll let go," laughed Gregory, pushing her away, so that she fell to the floor. He reached down and he unzipped his fly, and pulled his cock out of his pants. Allison saw it and she went crazy with passion. She was sitting on the floor, when Gregory walked over to her. He took his cock and he rubbed it in her face, the way someone would rub a dog's face in filth. Gregory's action was calculated to be degrading. There was no softness, and no tenderness in his motions. He was like a savage beast, as he stood above his mother, looking down at her with scorn in her eyes.
"Get away from me," Allison said. "Leave me alone."
"So you want to play hard to get," laughed the boy, as he lifted her up from the floor.
"I'm not playing with you," said the woman. "I don't want to fuck you. You're such an animal. You're not kind anymore. You're not as sweet as you used to be."
"Why should I be sweet?" asked Gregory. "I've learned that woman like it better when you beat them, and whip the shit out of them."
"Ugh ... " cried Allison.
The boy picked her up by the scruff of her neck, and he dragged her into his bedroom. She tried to resist, but it was impossible. Although Gregory was only fifteen years of age, he was much bigger, and much stronger than she was. She would have screamed for help, but she didn't want to alarm the neighbors. It would cause a tremendous scandal in the building if anyone found out about it.
"Please," said Allison, pleading with her son.
"Why don't you let me go?"
"Not on your life," said the boy. "I know what you really want, and I'm going to let you have it."
"You're a brute," shouted Allison. "I thought that you were gentle, the way it was the first time that we made love."
"Things can never be the same," replied Gregory. "You used me and you threw me away, like an old rag."
"That isn't true," said Allison. "I never used you. I loved you."
"That's a joke," laughed the boy. "What happened when dad came home with the news of his promotion? Do you remember how I tried to make love to you, and you chased me away? You didn't want me anymore, after he got his promotion. Why should I be gentle with you, after you treated me like a first class fool?"
"I've always wanted you," said Allison. "But it wouldn't have been right for us to couple, just like two dogs in the streets. After all, I was your mother, and you were my son. I had a husband, and I had to consider him too."
"But you didn't start considering him until he got his raise and his promotion," shouted Gregory. "You never loved him, and you never loved me."
Allison was silent. What could she say? The boy had exposed her for what she was: a fraud. She always loved money, and status. She never loved people. That was her big problem. That was the reason that she was so miserable all of her life.
She looked up at Gregory. "What are you going to do to me?" she asked, shivering all over. Her apprehension was mixed with desire.
"Well?" she repeated. "What are you going to do to me?"
The boy laughed savagely. "I'm going to fuck the shit out of you and then I'm going to throw you out into the gutter, because that's where you belong, gutter tramp."
CHAPTER SIX
Gregory's face twisted into a snarl, as he threw his mother onto the bed. He ran over to her, and ripped off her blouse and her brassiere, so that her naked breast were exposed to his curious gaze. He stared at them wildly, filled with lust and with passion.
Allison cried, as she tried to pull her brassiere back on. Her entire plan had misfired. She had thought that things would be the way they had been. She had thought, until the last moment that she could control him. But nothing could have been further from the truth. He was a wild, raging dynamo. He moved her down, and was in the process of destroying her.
"What can I do?" she asked herself. "I've never seen the boy like this."
She saw that he was staring at her breasts, spittle drooling out of the side of his mouth. Allison felt like a cheap zoo animal, and she shivered all over. Suddenly she felt a stabbing pain in her vagina. It hurt, at first, but soon it began to burn with a wild thrill. She closed her eyes for a second, moaning and panting like a bitch in heat.
"Ha," laughed Gregory. "You want it, don't you?"
The woman was silent.
Gregory realized that he was in a very strong bargaining position. He could afford to be generous with her. She was completely his, and there was no way that she could possibly get away from him.
"If you don't want me to make love to you, then you can leave," he suddenly said, with a disinterested voice.
Allison opened her eyes. "What?? ? " she asked.
"I'm not going to rape you," said the fifteen year old boy. "Why the hell should I rape you. There are plenty of girls who are just dying to have me fuck them in high school is just crawling with pussy. And believe me, I don't have to rape any of them."
Allison didn't get up from the bed, but lay there in a coma of sexual ecstasy. Although she had protested her sons be the way they had been. She had thought until the last moment marrow. It sent shivers running up and down the length of her spine. Her long, lissome body trembled with wild desire.
"Well," she heard Gregory repeat. "If you want to go, then go. I'm sorry I rubbed my cock in your face, and I'll pay you back for your torn brassiere and blouse out of my savings."
"No, that won't be necessary," said the woman, getting up from the bed. "I don't want to leave. I want you to fuck me out of my head. I realize that you were completely right. I have been a selfish bitch. I'm sorry for the terrible way that I behave towards you."
"You deserve to be punished," said Gregory, with a cold look.
He looked thoughtfully at his mother, wavering between love and hate for her.
"Yes," replied the woman. "I deserve to be punished. I've been a very bad little girl."
"Ha," laughed Gregory.
"What's so funny?"
"You are," replied Gregory. "Why don't you quit fooling yourself. You're a woman of thirty-six. Soon you'll be forty. You're a mature woman. You're beautiful. I don't see why you can't mature gracefully. Why must you be the bitch you are trying to be."
"Don't be so hard on me," said Allison. "At least I can fuck."
"Show me!"
"Oh, why do you persecute me so?
"When Ive never been able to age gracefully. I've always hated growing up, I wish that I was still a little girl, playing with my toys in the garden. I wish I was fourteen, or fifteen, still going to high school, with a boyfriend of my very own. It would be so nice to be fourteen again. I would be able to live my life over again. I wouldn't make any of the mistakes that I made. I would be good, and kind, and I would be happy."
"You can't do anything over again," said Gregory wistfully. Although he was fifteen, he felt very old and very wise. He knew more about life than any of his classmates. He'd been a man now longer than all of them, because he'd indulged in the bliss of sexual intercourse with mother and Louise, now he had to accept the responsibilities of his actions.
"You know," he suddenly said. "I wish that we had never started this damn thing. I know that we can never go back anymore, but it would live been so much better if we had never gotten involved in the first place." Allison laughed. "You know," she said. "You remind me very much of my own father. He looked a lot like you, and he even spoke like you. I hated him, and I loved him at the same time. He was a strange man, and also very wise. I always respected him.
"What was his name?" asked Gregory.
"His name was Michael," replied Allison, "and he came from Kansas, and he would wake up at five in the morning to do his chores.
"He was quite a man, a hard worker."
"Did he ever beat you?" asked Gregory. "Did you ever do anything bad when you were a little girl?"
"Oh, my!" laughed Allison. "I was always getting into hot water. I was a very wild child. I used to fool around with the hired hands a lot. There was one guy, named Slim who used to take me riding in the afternoon on his horse. I was around sixteen, and he was about thirty. He smelled of chewing tobacco, and I just loved to nuzzle close to him."
"Did he ever fuck you?" asked Gregory.
Allison looked up at him for a second, as she thought about how to answer the question. She remembered how he used to take her up to the hayloft on Saturday nights, and how he felt under her skirt, and he would feel her thighs and her calves with his long, bony fingers. He treated her rough, and she was always bruised after she finished making love to him. But she was mad about him anyways. She remembered him very fondly, because he had been her first man. He had initiated her into the world of sexual bliss.
"Tell me about Slim," said Gregory. "Did you like him a lot?"
"Yes, of course I liked him," replied Allison. "He was my first lover. He would take me into the bunk house, or to the hayloft or to fields, and as soon as he put his hand on top of me he drove me insane. I can still remember his long, hard cock when he rubbed it against my belly. It felt like a hot ember. He would climb on top of me, and he would spread my legs apart and he would shove his cock into my raw, juicy wet cunt. Wow!! ! I can still remember how it felt the first time that we did it. I felt as though my insides were being ripped apart. For a week, after he popped my cherry, I couldn't stand up straight. I would walk around bow-legged. But afterwards, it was great. He used to fuck me whenever he had the opportunity. Some of the times I used to let him sneak into my bedroom, and he would spend the whole night with me."
"Sounds like you led a very happy adolescence," said Gregory.
"Well, it's good to reminisce," laughed Allison. "Sometimes I wish that I could get into a time capsule and go back to my farm in Kansas. There's nothing that I would want more than that. I wish that everything would be the way it used to be, maybe the whole world would be better that way."
"What about your father?" asked Gregory. "Did he approve of the way that you carried on with the farm hands?"
"Not at all," laughed Allison. "But I would never tell him, and he never really knew. Once, however, he caught me and a guy named Brett making it by the stables. He really blew his top."
"Hey, hold it a second," said Gregory. "Who's this guy Brett? What happened to Slim?"
"Oh, I forgot to tell you," laughed Allison.
"This happened about two years later, when I was eighteen years of age. Slim had moved along to Texas. I was sorry to let him go, but he was tired of working one place for so long. He was a very wandering person.
"Oh, I was a very wicked, horny little girl. I became very promiscuous because I wanted to prove to myself with the hired hands a lot. I was always hanging around with them. I once was gang-banged by twelve men in one night. But I had to admit it-I loved every minute of it. But that's a whole different story.
"Getting back to Brett, he was a big, heavy set man with a long, twirling mustache that really tickled me silly. I never loved him the way I loved Slim, but I sure used to have a lot of fun with him. We would fuck all the time, right in the stables with the horses. And he would put his horse's manure on me. It aroused me and made me hot in my cunt. It felt so warm and
"You sure were strange," whispered Gregory. "What happened when your father caught the two of you fucking in the stables."
"When I tell you the story, it may sound funny," replied Allison. "At the time however, I was scared to death. I was a young girl of only eighteen, and I had a really nice body. Brett had pulled down my dungarees and my panties, and he was on top of me, ramming his cock into my cunt. Suddenly, out of nowhere, my father arrives on the scene. He saw the two of us, and he immediately went wild with rage. Brett, got up, and started to run, with his pants down around his ankles. My father caught up with him, and gave him a wonderful thrashing, and then he fired him."
"What happened to you?" asked Gregory. "What did your father do to you."
"He didn't even let me pull my clothes on," said Allison. "He picked me up in his arms, shivering like a little pussy cat, and he carried me into the house, completely naked. He locked me into my room for about a half of an hour. I was scared as hell, and I even considered killing myself. But, instead, I waited."
"For what?" asked Gregory.
"I was waiting for my father to return." replied Allison. "I knew that he would punish me. I couldn't stand the suspense of waiting, however. It made me shiver and shake all over."
"So what happened when he finally came back?" asked Gregory, curiously.
"Well, he walked into the room with a bullwhip in his hands," said Allison. "He asked me if I had been a bad girl, and I said that I was. I was lying on the bed, completely naked, and he made me turn over, with my ass facing him. He bent over and he gave it a real nice squeeze. "You know," he said, "this is going to hurt me a lot more than it's going to hurt you."
"So don't do it," I begged.
"But I have to," he whispered. "You've been a very bad girl. You fucked one of the stable hands. I hear that it has been a common practice with you."
"I'm sorry Dad," I said, begging him not to whip me with the bullwhip. But he wouldn't hear of it. He said that I was a little whore and that I deserved to be flogged. I was a harlot, and that I deserved to be punished. I could hear the way his voice was trembling. There was a certain amount of excitement on his part. I could hear it when he spoke."
"I'll bet that he was aroused," said Gregory. "I mean, who wouldn't be aroused if he saw a naked girl of eighteen lying on the bed, with her sweet, round ass turned towards him?"
"Yes, he probably was aroused," laughed Allison. "He kept patting my tail with his hands. He kept rubbing it up, just like I was some sort of an animal. Then he picked up the bullwhip and he brought it down on top of me. He beat my ass till it was red with bruises. He whipped me across my cunt, and on my breasts and on my thighs and on my calves. He kept beating me in a frenzy, until he was covered with sweat. Finally, after he had no more energy left in him, he stopped. I was crying, and my whole body was burning. He turned me over and made me spread my legs, so that he could look at my cunt. He put his hands on it and he rubbed it up, nice and smoothly. "Oh, daddy," I cried to him. "Oh, daddy."
"You slut," he replied coldly. "I've heard all about you. I heard how you used to invite the stable hands into your bedroom at night. You're a worthless, filthy whore. I don't want you living here anymore. Pack your things and get out of here. You're eighteen, and you're old enough to take care of yourself."
"Naturally, I was afraid and I didn't believe what he was saying. But once he made up his mind, there was no way to make him go back. He looked at my cunt one last time, and he spit. Then he left the room. That was the last time that I ever saw my father. I recall him with mixed feelings. I hated him, and I still hate him. But in many ways, I respect him because he was a real man, one of the last of his kind. He had principles that he believed in, and you always knew where he stood on an issue."
"He sounds like a cruel motherfucking bastard," said Gregory.
"You're a lot like him," replied Allison. "You even look like him. You've inherited his personality and a great many of his physical features."
"It doesn't make me happy to hear that," replied Gregory. "It really makes me feel very miserable."
Gregory paused for a second to look at his mother. It was hard for him to believe that she had ever been eighteen.
He stared at her coldly and then began to examine her finely shaped bod v.
Now she was thirty-six years old. She was lying on the bed, while he stood over her, staring at her naked breasts. Her bell-bottoms were unzipped at the side. Her hair glistened, and her nipples sparkled like hard diamonds. She was like an animal, sprawled over the sheets while her son looked down on her.
"Tell me what happened afterwards," said Gregory. "What happened after you left your father's farm in Kansas?"
"That night I packed my bags, and went to the main highway where I put out my thumb and waited for a hitch." Allison sighed. "I didn't have any trouble. A truck driver stopped for me. He drove me to Chicago, I think, and then I got another ride and made it all the way to New York. Here I found myself a job in a department store, for eighty five cents an hour, and it was in the store that I met your father, Clifford. In those days he was very handsome. I liked him a great deal."
"So the two of you got married?" asked Gregory.
"Yes, we were married and then you were born and that's the story of my life." laughed Allison. "I guess you know everything that's happened since then.
Gregory just lay back and thought about all his mother had just told him. It seemed strange to him that his mother had been such a wild little whore.
"Well," he finally said, "I don't think that your father had a lot of character. It was all inside of his pants."
"Did you know that your father had a cock that was almost nine inches long? I was very much attracted to it. He would call for me at the home, take me to his apartment, and he would feed me supper and before we made love, we'd talk all about the great plans that he had for the world. Your father was full of plans in those days."
"Then what would he do to you?"
"Then he would take me to bed," replied Allison. "I had hot pants for him, and I couldn't stay away from his cock. I would open up his zipper and would beat him off, whenever I had the opportunity. I loved to do that, when the two of us went to a movie. I would pull down his fly and put my hands inside of his pants. I would grab hold of his penis, and I would massage it."
She paused a second.
"He used to get angry at me, because he ruined several pairs of new pants in that way. He would get them all scummed up, and then he would find out that the cleaners couldn't get the stain out."
"Wasn't that a shame," laughed Gregory. He felt very wild and hot. He turned feverish, and his face flushed red with color. He unbuckled his belt and he let his pants fall to the floor. Then he pulled down his jockey shorts. They were warm and fragrant with the masculine aroma of his hard rocks.
"Do you want to smell them?" asked Gregory. "Do you want to smell my jockey shorts?"
"Yes," replied Allison. "I used to come into your room all of the time and I would rummage through your laundry and I would smell all of your under things. I loved the way they were all covered with sweat. It just drove me crazy."
"Yeah, I know," laughed Gregory.
"You want to know what else I did with your jockey shorts and with your underwear?" said Allison
"What did you do with them?" asked Gregory, curiously.
"I used to lie down on your bed, and I would spread my legs apart and I would rub them against my cunt, and I would make believe that you were lying next to me."
"Wow," exclaimed Gregory. "You must really have had it bad."
"I was in love with you, while you were going out with that hot bitch Louise," said Allison. "I used to envy her, because I knew that you were screwing her. I wanted you all for myself. I wanted you to belong completely to me."
"You did," laughed Gregory. "What about dad? I thought that the two of you have made up, now that he has a promotion and now that he's climbing up the ladder of success."
"No, I don't love him anymore," replied Allison. "I used to love him once. But I don't love him, and can never love him again. I tried, but I failed. I don't enjoy fucking him, and I tell him that I have a headache whenever he wants to come to bed with me."
"But he's your husband and you should try harder, it's your duty."
"Yes, that's the way it is," said the woman. "I don't want him. I want you."
Allison got up from the bed. As she rose, her breasts jiggled and bounced slightly. They were firm and fleshy, peaked by two stiff nipples. She unbuttoned her bell-bottoms, and rolled them over her hips.
She slowly stepped out of them and folded them neatly over the side of a chair.
Now she was completely naked, except for a pair of thin, see-through panties. Gregory stared down at her wet crotch, and he could see that her cunt was boiling with juices. A triangle of crisp pubic hair stood out against the flimsy fabric of the panties, and the lobes of her vagina, which were full and swollen, could also be seen through the panties.
"Shall I take them off?" asked Allison, coquettishly. "Do you want to look at my pussy."
"You know I do," replied the boy.
Allison grabbed the waistband of her panties with both of her hands and she tugged at them, pulling them over the swell of her buttocks, across her creamy white thighs, and milky white calves, letting the flimsy undergarment fall in a puddle at her ankles.
"You smelled mine." said Gregory. "Now, I want to smell yours. Throw your panties to me.
Allison picked them up and she threw them in the boy's face, as he had requested. The boy put them to his nose and he inhaled deeply, filling his nostrils with the wild feminine aroma. It was like nothing that he had ever smelled in his entire life. This was the wettest, soggiest pair of panties that he had ever come in contact with.
Gregory licked them, and kissed them, and sucked on them, filling his mouth with his mother's libidinal scent.
"Wow!! ! " he exclaimed. "I've never smelled such a wonderful pussy in my whole life. It's nice and mellow, like old wine."
"Now that you've had a sample of how things are, why don't you get over here and taste the real thing," whispered Allison in the sexiest voice that she could conjure up. She fell onto the bed, and she rolled across it, like a female animal. Her fleshy breasts heaved and gyrated as she revolved on the bed. She shook her ass and she swayed her buttocks in a provocative manner. Her legs were spread wide apart, and her cunt was wet and running with syrupy juices.
She motioned with her finger: "Come here, honey," she smiled. "Come and lick my sweet, young pussy."
Gregory jumped at her hungrily, burning his face between her legs. He nuzzled his mouth into the slit between her creamy white thighs. He kissed her raw, red cunt in a most delightful manner. He had never tasted such a juicy cunt. He lapped it up with his tongue and with his lips. He grabbed her slippery, honey pearl between his teeth. He exerted an exhilarating friction against its surface by rubbing it up with his tongue and by biting on it with his teeth. Allison started to pant and moan, just like a bitch in heat. Her entire body was writhing on the bed, as she gyrated her pelvis and her buttocks to the sweet erotic music that beat so nervously in her brain.
"Ah, Ahh, Ahhhhh," she exclaimed at the top of her lungs, rolling on the bed. She closed her legs around Gregory's face, and she pulled him closer and closer to her naked cunt. She could feel his hot breath on her legs, and the sharpness of his teeth as he bit her on the thighs and calves.
Gregory licked the outside of her cunt, and then his tongue darted into the inner orifice. He pushed his tongue through the vestibule, through the heavy, swollen lips of her vagina, into the warm, dark honey pot. He licked the inside with warmth and tenderness. He massaged the red sensitive tissue. He ate her cunt, the way a hungry man would eat a plate of beans. He ravished her, biting, and sucking and licking and kissing.
Allison couldn't stand it. The pleasure was so intense that she became wild with mad desire. She threw her arms wildly in the air, and she shook her head. Gregory bit her cunt and sucked on her raging hot clitoris.
"Ohhh ... "sighed the woman. "I can't stand it any longer. I just can't stand it."
After a few more moments, Gregory was finished with the act of cunnilingus. Now he was ready for a good screw. His cock was burning and throbbing with desire. He kissed Allison's juicy cunt, and he got up.
"How did you like it?" asked Gregory, looking into Allison's face. "Did I eat you good?"
"You ate me great, honey," replied the elderly woman to the young boy. "I've never been eaten before by someone who had as much expertise as you."
"Do you want me to fuck you now?" asked Gregory, as he massaged her naked mammaries with his long, hard fingers. He sat down on top of her, and he rubbed his cock on her breasts, and nipples.
"Come here," laughed Allison. "I want you to rub it into my face. I want you to stick it into my mouth, so I can taste it. I'm sure that it tastes real good."
"I've never had any complaint," said Gregory. "Louise says that I have the biggest, hardest cock in the whole world. She like to munch on it whenever she gets the chance. It makes a real good cream sauce."
"It sure does," chuckled Allison. "I could eat it seven days a week and still have room for more."
"You're all right," laughed Gregory, as he continued to rub his cock on his mother's heavy, white breasts. He massaged it against her nipples, and on her smooth, hot flesh. The woman throbbed and moaned. She could hear her heart pounding in her chest. Her blood pressure increased to an enormous rate. She breathed deeply, filling her lungs with precious oxygen. Her hips and pelvis swayed and gyrated with sexual energy.
"Ahhh-" she cried, as Gregory rubbed his cock in her cleavage. He pushed it against her with all of the strength in his body. The woman thought that he would tear her apart.
"Oh Gregory-" she cried. "Gregory, what are you doing to me? What are you doing to me, sweet, sweet Gregory?"
"I'm giving you a tit fuck," replied the boy. "Is that all right with you?"
"Do me the way I like it," moaned the woman. "Fuck me till I'm blind! Fuck me till I'm crazy, out of my head!"
The boy bent over and gave his mother a kiss on her full red lips. He inserted his tongue deftly, jamming it into her mouth. He rubbed it against the inside of her cheeks, and against the upper ridges of her hard palate.
The woman moaned. She could feel his long, hot penis burning against her breasts. It awakened in her memories of times gone by. She was intoxicated with warmth. A glow of body heat rippled across her spine, tingling and shivering as it traveled the length and breadth of her body. This was the first time that Allison had ever been tit fucked. She was thrilled to her marrow. It left her breathless, writhing madly on the bed.
"Rub it in my face," she suddenly said. "Please, Gregory, rub your cock in my face. Make me eat it raw. I want to eat your cock and suck out its juices."
The boy laughed. All women were the same. They took the vital life-giving fluids out of a man's body. They left him empty, as they drained him, it seemed unfair.
"But that's the way it goes," he thought to himself. "There's no way to change the natural order of things. A woman takes, and a man gives."
He looked at Allison's eyes, and her round, sweet face. Her long blonde hair was messed in tangles, and wet with perspiration. Her body was covered with salty sweat. It ran freely from the pores in her skin.
Gregory felt Allison's armpits. They were dripping wet. They were fragrant with sweat. He nuzzled his face under her armpits, and he kissed her there, in a tender and exciting manner. The woman responded by screaming out loudly. She could not repress the glorious bliss which she felt.
"Oooohh-" she cried, waving her hands in the air, as Gregory massaged her armpits. He pushed his cock into her armpits, and he rubbed her with it. The woman felt like she was being born again. Gregory kept jabbing her with his cock, wherever he found a spot that was accessible. He pressed it against the hollow of her throat, and he rubbed it against the erogenous regions of her neck. He tickled her ears with his cock, and he slowly pushed it into her face.
"That's a good boy," she shouted. "Rub my face with your cock. Make me dirty. Degrade me and abuse me. Do anything that you want to do, just make me happy. Please Gregory, make me happy."
The boy felt sorry for his mother. She was lost in her own world. She had no control over her emotions or her feelings. She was just a helpless little slave who would do anything to quiet the dynamic force which controlled her sexual identity.
Gregory rubbed his penis against her cheeks, and forehead, and against her elegant little nose. He pushed it against her nostrils, trying to squeeze into her. The holes in her nose were to small. Allison began to sneeze nervously.
"Bless you," said Gregory, as he took his cock and pushed it against her lips.
"Come on," he said. "Open up your mouth. I want you to suck my lollypop. You'll really enjoy it. It's filled with cream sauce."
"First I want you to tell me that you love me," said the woman. "It would make me feel much better if you told me that you loved me."
"Supposing that I really didn't mean it?" asked Gregory. "Would you want me to say that I loved you, if I don't really love you."
"Tell me lies," cried Allison. "What do I care about the truth. Say that you love me. Say the words. Whisper them into my ear."
"All right," smiled Gregory. "I love you, mother. Now open up, so that I can stick my cock into your mouth. Be a good little girl, and you'll really enjoy yourself."
The woman opened her thick, hungry lips, and Gregory pushed his hot, throbbing phallus into her oral cavity. He rammed it down her throat, almost choking her. The woman closed her jaws as she swallowed him in. She laved the soft white meat of his penis with her long, lascivious tongue. She rubbed it with saliva and then she dried it off, sucking and biting and chewing on it. She was very careful not to damage the male organ, treating it with a great deal of love and care. She exerted just the right amount of pressure, applying an exhilarating friction to its slippery surface.
Gregory thrust back and forth with his pelvis, banging in and out of her mouth. Allison could hardly contain the rage of his throbbing penis. It felt like a hot ember, and it burned her cheeks with its heat. Allison rubbed her legs together, gasping for breath. She could hardly contain the enthusiasm, and the excitement that she felt. She opened up her mouth as wide as she could and she swallowed up the boy's hard rocks. She was choking, but she didn't mind. She blew on his genitals, and she hummed on them with her vocal cords. She bit the organ, and she licked it and massaged it with her tongue. The boy could feel himself building for his orgasm. It would take a couple more moments. He breathed deeply, thrusting harder and harder with his pelvis.
"I'm coming," he screamed. "Shit, I'm coming."
Sharp, intense pains rushed across his torso. His muscles were tightly held, and her heart was beating like a jackhammer. The boy filled his lungs with air, as he gasped and moaned and panted.
"Ahh-" he screamed. "Oh shit, I can feel it! I tell you, I can feel it. I'm ready to shoot sperm. My cock is burning, like an ember."
Without any further warning, the boy ejaculated. The hot semen came barrelling out of the tip of his penis, filling Allison's mouth with creamy white liquid. She coughed, swallowing every precious drop of this vital, life fluid. She sucked the boy's cock till there was nothing left in him. She sucked him till he was completely emptied of every ounce of semen.
"Ohhh-" the boy sighed. He could feel his penis as it began to recede. It grew smaller and smaller, until it was just a shadow of its former glory. Allison held it lovingly in her mouth. She could feel her skin tingle and shiver. She massaged the soft, flaccid penis with her tongue, petting it the way a person might pet a small animal.
Finally, Gregory pulled his cock out of her mouth, and he rolled off of her, onto the bed. He had no more energy left in him. He was empty, and he felt tired. He tried to think, but he didn't even have the energy for thought. His entire body was recovering from the tremendous strain of orgasm.
"Shit," he said. "That was really good. That was the best that I ever did feel. There's no woman in the world that can do a man the way you can."
Allison laughed. "All men are the same." she said, "They come on strong and they get off feeling weak. I once heard it said that a man will come on like a lion, and roll off like a baby lamb."
Gregory couldn't speak. He just kept saying, "Shit!" over and over again. Allison ran her fingers through his blonde, sweaty head. She could see that there was no more fight left in him. He was sighing and breathing heavily.
After about fifteen minutes, he had recovered his energy, and he was able to talk.
"Wow!! ! " he said. "That was really good. I never knew that I could enjoy it like that. You gave a great blow job to me. It was probably the best blow job in the world. Someone ought to give you a medal or something for your great performance."
"Well, you better remember that it takes two to tango," said the woman. "You really knew how to move. You got me hot as a bitch, so that I nearly bit off your cock. You're lucky that I have a great deal of self-control."
"I guess I am," laughed the boy, petting her on her buttocks. He made her turn over and he started to rub the cheeks of her ass with both his hands. He massaged her fleshy, oval shaped buttocks, pinching them and squeezing them with his fingers. He gently spread them apart and he inserted his long, middle finger deep into her rectum.
"Do you like my ass?" she asked.
"Of course I do," laughed the boy, as he stroked it. "You have a nice, round woman's ass. It's full, and it's soft and it's possible to grab it and feel its milky fullness. I love to grab your ass. It's the best ass in the whole world."
"Gee, thanks for the compliment," said the woman. "I like you when you shower me with compliments. When you try, you can really be very, very sweet. You can be the sweetest little boy in the whole damn world."
"I'm glad to please you," said the boy. "Sometimes I can be a devil. I know that I can be cruel and spiteful. It's just that I can't trust anyone. That's why I'm so vicious."
"But you can trust me," said the woman. "That's the truth. I won't ever desert you. I'll only try to help you and make you happy."
"Then, can we make this a permanent thing?" asked Gregory.
"What do you mean?" replied the woman.
"You know what I mean," said the boy. "I want us to become lovers on a permanent basis. I don't want this to be a one shot affair, the way it was the last time."
"You have me up against the wall," said Allison. "How can we make this permanent? I happen to be a married woman. You happen to be my son."
"So what?" laughed the boy. "We can do it every day in the afternoon, when I come home from school. Dad never comes home until seven o'clock. As long as we don't tell him anything, he'll never know."
"Once in awhile, I don't mind," said Allison. "But I'm not sure if it would be a good idea if I fucked you every day. Someone is liable to find out."
"Who?? ? "
"I don't know," replied Allison. "But you can never tell. I don't want to be flagrant, because the two of us might get into a lot of trouble."
"Eh ... You're bullshitting me," screamed Gregory. "I think that you don't love me."
"But I do love you," said the woman. I love you more than anything."
"Then why don't you prove it?" repeated Gregory.
"But how can I prove it?" asked the woman.
"By making this a permanent arrangement," said the boy. "We can make love every afternoon, and no one will be the wiser. We can let it be our own secret. How about it?"
Allison was confused. She didn't know which way to turn. She was trapped between the devil and the deep blue sea. She wanted Gregory more than anything in the whole world. The young boy made her feel alive. He filled her womb with energy. He made her feel young again.
And still, there were other considerations to take into account. What would happen if someone would catch the two of them? Supposing Clifford came home from work early one afternoon and he caught her in bed with Gregory? What would she do then? What could she do then?
Gregory seemed to sense her fears.
"Don't worry," he said, "no one will catch us. We can be really careful. Say that you'll be my lover."
Allison hesitated for several moments, as she weighed the possibilities. Finally, she could not resist. She fell into Gregory's arms, like a ripe apple.
"Yes," she said. "I'll do it. The two of us can become lovers on a steady basis."
"Very good," nodded Gregory. "You won't be sorry for that. I guarantee that you won't be sorry."
"I hope so," replied Allison. "I feel very apprehensive. It gives me the creeps when I think about it. Me and my own son have become lovers."
"So what?" asked Gregory.
"It's a sin," replied Allison. "It's frowned upon by society. Incest is one of the worst crimes that can ever be committed."
"What do I care what people say?" laughed Gregory. "I don't seek anyone's approval. I make my own laws. If I want to sleep with my mother, then I will. People must be free. After all, when we sleep together, whom will we really be hurting? Everything that we do is in the privacy of the bedroom. How can society possible suffer damage if I sleep with my mother in my own bedroom? It's absurd."
"Still. . . " said Allison, as she got out of the bed. She rolled on her panties, snapping the waistband against her tummy. She stepped out of the room, to get another brassiere for herself, because the one that she had been wearing had been torn. Afterwards, she pulled on her pants, put on a sweater and combed her hair.
"Listen," she said. "I've got to get supper started because your father is coming home soon."
"It's all right," laughed Gregory. "He can have you at night. But just remember you belong to me in the afternoons now."
"Yes, I remember," sighed Allison. "I remember very well. I remember all too well."
CHAPTER SEVEN
Clifford noticed a change in Allison. She seemed to grow younger with each passing day. Her figure grew fuller and rounder. Her cheeks were flushed and rosy. She smiled more, and she no longer complained of the pains in her back, or the headaches from which she had suffered.
"What did you do?" he said one Saturday morning, at breakfast time. "Did you go see a shrink, the way I've been telling you?"
Allison, who was wearing a tight skirt, and a peasant blouse, laughed.
"I've been taking vitamin pills," she replied. "It gives me plenty of pep, and plenty of energy."
"You look better than ever," he said. It was a warm summer day, and Gregory had left the apartment earlier, so that the two of them were completely alone. Clifford looked at Allison's buxom figure, and he was filled with desire for her. He could feel his penis rising in his pants.
"Listen," he said finally. "Are you doing anything?"
"I'm washing the dishes," replied the woman.
"How about a little love?" he asked, stuttering as he spoke. "It's been a long time since we've done it."
Allison was caught off guard by the request. Ever since she had started her affair with Gregory, she tried to have as little as possible to do with Clifford. At night, she would go to sleep immediately, not giving him a chance to proposition her. She would tell him that she was either too tired, or that she wasn't feeling too well. On occasion, she would submit to him. But her heart wasn't really in it. She would close her eyes, when Clifford made love to her, and she would think about her son Gregory. She would imagine that she was lying next to him, and that he was making love to her.
She had grown to the point where Clifford had begun to disgust her. Why couldn't he take a hint? She didn't want him, and that was all that there was to it. She didn't love him, in spite of the promotion, and in spite of his grandiose promises. He no longer appealed to her.
Nevertheless, he was always bothering her for love. He was always asking for it, and sometimes he even went so far, as to beg for it. Allison could never stand to see a grown man beg. It turned her off, because it was not masculine, and it made her even more angry with him.
She looked across the kitchen, to Clifford who was sitting at the table, eating his cereal. She watched as he poured sugar on the corn flakes, dousing the mixture with foamy white milk.
"Well ... " he said, repeating himself. "Are you interested in a little good loving? Gregory is gone. I think he went to play baseball in the schoolyard. We have the whole morning to ourselves. The kid won't bother us."
"I've got housework to do," said Allison. "I have to wash the laundry, and clean the floors."
"Leave it for some other time," laughed Clifford, "Today we can fuck."
"Please ... " said Allison. "I really don't want to. I happen to be very tired."
Clifford was angry. He didn't like the tone of her voice. He felt as though she was treating him like a little child. She was mocking him, and she was making fun of him. It made him boil all over with rage.
"What the hell do you mean?" he said finally. "You seem to always be too busy."
"Because I am..."
"That's a he," said Clifford. "You can't always be busy. After all, I am your husband and I do have certain rights. I would like to screw you once in awhile. Why the hell do you always put me off? Don't I satisfy you? What's the matter, are you having an affair with someone?"
"Don't be silly," smiled Allison. "Have I given you any cause to doubt me? I've been perfectly faithful to you. I haven't gone to bed with anyone outside of this family."
"Yeah, and you haven't gone to bed with anyone inside the family either, unless you've been going to bed with Gregory." Clifford suddenly started to laugh hysterically, so that he was rolling around in his chair. He doubled over, holding his stomach. He suddenly had the vision of Allison in bed with Gregory, and it seemed so ridiculous that he couldn't help laughing.
Allison watched him, and she started to feel very cold. She wondered if he suspected anything. Her skin began to sweat, and her face blanched.
"Hey, what are you laughing about?" she finally said to Clifford, who was trying to catch his breath. "What the hell is so damn funny?"
"Oh, nothing..." replied the man.
"It must have been something, or you wouldn't have laughed so hard," said the woman. "Tell me what was so damn funny, before I get mad."
"I was thinking about you and Gregory making it together," replied Clifford finally. "It seemed so ludicrous, that I couldn't help laughing."
"Why do you think that it's ludicrous?" asked Allison, a little bit angry. "Gregory happens to be a very good looking boy, and I just might enjoy going to bed with him. I'm sure that he can satisfy any woman."
"Oh, he's just a boy," said Clifford. "He doesn't know his ass from his elbow. At fifteen, I still thought that babies came from the stork. I'm sure that Gregory is no different than I was, when I was his age."
"I wouldn't be so sure," replied Allison. "He happens to be a big, well hung boy."
"How do you know that he's well hung?" asked Clifford, a curious expression on his face. Suddenly, the matter didn't seem so funny to him anymore. He detected in Allison's voice a certain quality that frightened him. He had noticed, of course, the way she was always smiling at Gregory, when she saw the boy. He had never suspected that there was any significance in her gestures. But now, he wasn't so sure. It seemed to him that an unnatural relationship existed between mother and son.
"Well," he repeated. "How do you know that he's well hung?"
"I assumed that he was," said Allison nervously.
"You know," Clifford whispered smiling. "I'm beginning to suspect that there's something unnatural going on between you and Gregory. Whenever you think my back is turned, you always whisper something to him. I've never mentioned this before, but I've known what was going on behind my back. I never thought that it amounted to anything, until this moment."
"Oh, don't make a mountain out of a molehill," said Allison. "Just because I don't want to go to bed with you, you start accusing me of incest. I've never heard anything so ridiculous."
"There's nothing ridiculous about it," snarled Clifford, who was growing more and more convinced that he had struck on something important. The more that Allison denied it, the more he began to believe it.
"You know," he said. "Just the other day I found his underwear in our bedroom. I didn't think much about it, but now I wonder."
"Oh, leave me alone," said Allison, throwing the pot that she was scrubbing back into the sink. "Why the hell don't you go to the store and buy yourself a newspaper and stop bothering me."
"No, I won't stop," replied Clifford. "I want to know for sure. Is there anything funny going on behind my back? Have you been fooling around with Gregory or not?"
Allison was trembling. She wanted to deny his accusation, but she couldn't get the words out of her mouth. They were stuck in her throat like a sharp fishbone. Clifford stared down at her, like the devil's advocate, fire in his eyes. He was raging with fury. What had started as a joke, was turning into a terrible tragedy.
"Why can't you talk?" he asked. "What's the matter? Has the cat got your tongue?"
"Oh please ... " cried Allison, filled with self-pity and self hatred. "I didn't want to do it. I really didn't want to go to bed with him. He was the one who forced me. It was his fault, not mine."
"Oh no..." exclaimed Clifford, as he was listening to the words come tripping out of Allison's mouth. Her large, blue eyes were dripping with salty tears that spilled onto her cheeks, running across her face and lips, down to her soft, white neck.
"Stop crying, bitch," said Clifford. "I want a full confession out of you. I don't want any bullshit, either. Let's hear the whole damn truth."
Allison wiped her eyes dry, and she brushed back her hair across her head. She took off her apron, and she sat down at the kitchen table, opposite Clifford, her hands folded across her chest.
"Are you sure that you'll be able to take it?" she asked her husband, after she was able to compose herself sufficiently.
"Let's hear what you've got to say for yourself," he replied, taking a cigarette and lighting the end. He put it into his mouth and he inhaled deeply, filling his lungs with the smooth tobacco smoke.
"All right," she said. "I know that this is going to hurt you, but I can't help it. Sometimes the truth is very painful. I've kept it bottled up inside of me for several months now, and I can't keep it inside forever. I've got to confess and get this damn thing off my chest. I've been meaning to tell you for a long time now."
"Allright, get on with it," said Clifford. "You can save all the sobbing for later."
"It's like this," said Allison, trying to compose herself. She wiped her eyes, and she blew her nose with a handkerchief.
"Gregory and I have been having an affair," she said. "It started last October. Remember the big rainstorm? Gregory came home from school, and I was feeling really horny. Suddenly something happened. Our bodies reached out for one another. He seemed so soft and delicate that I wanted him very badly. I tried to control myself. I tried to stop myself. But I had no strength. I was the slave of my own vile passions. I started to kiss him, and rub my titties in his face. Soon, he also was horny, and soon the two of us were in bed, completely naked."
"So you've been fucking him since October?" asked Clifford, feeling like a fool. "You've been sleeping with our son, and I was blind all this time."
"No," said Allison. "We only slept together for a couple of days, while you were in Chicago. When you returned with the news of your promotion, I stopped. I told Gregory to leave me alone and that I didn't want him to bother me anymore. But then, two months ago, we resumed where we left off. One afternoon, he came home from school and it somehow happened."
"So the two of you are making it behind my back," snarled Clifford. "That's why I could never get you into bed anymore. You've been avoiding me like the plague, and I've been wondering why. Now I know."
"Yes, now you know," said Allison. "Do you feel any better with your newly acquired knowledge?"
Clifford was silent. He couldn't answer. Inside he felt as though he was being torn to pieces. What had he done to merit such perfidy? He had tried so hard to please her, and still she rejected him. He had been willing to accept it, and he had been willing to live with it. But now she was sleeping with Gregory. How could he possibly accept that? How could he possibly live with that? He couldn't turn his back on this incestuous relationship.
"You know," he said, "that boy never did like me. Ever since he was a baby, he was out to get me. I've noticed. He's a spiteful little bastard."
"No, he has always loved you," said Allison. "He always tells me how much he loves you."
"I'll bet," laughed Clifford. "He loves me so much that he had to go to bed with my wife. That boy is a pervert, and if I can swing it I'm going to have him committed to an insane asylum. I mean, after all, he has been sleeping with his own mother. That proves that he must be crazy. He's a menace to society. Someone ought to lock that bastard in jail and throw away the key."
"He's my boy," said Allison. "I'll kill you if you do anything of the sort. If you so much as lay a finger on him, I'll stab you in the heart with a knife. He'd my boy and I love him. Why should I hide it any longer? Of course I love him more than I love you. I can't stand to look at your ugly face. You're a miserable cur of a person. You're a disgusting pig."
"But why????" asked Clifford. "What have I done to merit such hatred? I've tried to be a good provider. I had a surprise for you, but now I guess it doesn't mean anything."
"What surprise?" asked Allison.
"Well, I'm getting another promotion soon," said the man. "With the promotion, I'm also getting a seventy-five dollar increase in salary. That means that we'll soon be able to afford to move out of here. I was already looking at houses on Staten Island. It was supposed to be a surprise for your birthday."
Allison began to shiver. This was what she had wanted all of her life. Now she was watching it slip out of her hands, together with her marriage and everything else. At first she felt bad and very angry with herself and with Gregory. She had known that she should never have gotten involved with the boy. But her cunt had burned with fire and she couldn't control herself.
"What the hell," she finally said bitterly. "You can take your promotion and you can shove it up your ass. I don't need it. I wouldn't live with you if you were the last man in the whole universe. I can't stand to have you touch
"So the two of you are making it behind my back," snarled Clifford. "That's why I could never get you into bed anymore. You've been avoiding me like the plague, and I've been wondering why. Now I know."
"Yes, now you know," said Allison. "Do you feel any better with your newly acquired knowledge?"
Clifford was silent. He couldn't answer. Inside he felt as though he was being torn to pieces. What had he done to merit such perfidy? He had tried so hard to please her, and still she rejected him. He had been willing to accept it, and he had been willing to live with it. But now she was sleeping with Gregory. How could he possibly accept that? How could he possibly live with that? He couldn't turn his back on this incestuous relationship.
"You know," he said, "that boy never did like me. Ever since he was a baby, he was out to get me. I've noticed. He's a spiteful little bastard."
"No, he has always loved you," said Allison. "He always tells me how much he loves you."
"I'll bet," laughed Clifford. "He loves me so much that he had to go to bed with my wife. That boy is a pervert, and if I can swing it I'm going to have him committed to an insane asylum. I mean, after all, he has been sleeping with his own mother. That proves that he must be crazy. He's a menace to society. Someone ought to lock that bastard in jail and throw away the key."
"He's my boy," said Allison. "I'll kill you if you do anything of the sort. If you so much as lay a finger on him, I'll stab you in the heart with a knife. He's my boy and I love him. Why should I hide it any longer? Of course I love him more than I love you. I can't stand to look at your ugly face. You're a miserable cur of a person. You're a disgusting pig."
"But why?? ? ? " asked Clifford. "What have I done to merit such hatred? I've tried to be a good provider. I had a surprise for you, but now I guess it doesn't mean anything."
"What surprise?" asked Allison.
"Well, I'm getting another promotion soon," said the man. "With the promotion, I'm also getting a seventy-five dollar increase in salary. That means that we'll soon be able to afford to move out of here. I was already looking at houses on Staten Island. It was supposed to be a surprise for your birthday."
Allison began to shiver. This was what she had wanted all of her life. Now she was watching it slip out of her hands, together with her marriage and everything else. At first she felt bad and very angry with herself and with Gregory. She had known that she should never have gotten involved with the boy. But her cunt had burned with fire and she couldn't control herself.
"What the hell," she finally said bitterly. "You can take your promotion and you can shove it up your ass. I don't need it. I wouldn't live with you if you were the last man in the whole universe. I can't stand to have you touch me. I can't stand it when you try to kiss me. I have to wash my face off afterwards."
"But why?? ? ? " asked Clifford. "What did I do that was so bad? You once loved me, you know. You once used to enjoy having sex with me.
"Never," growled Allison. "I never loved you and I never liked to have sex with you. You repulsed me. You were a damn uncouth bastard. I wish to hell that I would have gotten rid of you a long time ago. I should never have married you in the first place. There were plenty of other men who wanted me. I could have married the manager of the department store where I was working, when I first met you. He was much better looking than you, and he had a lot more brains than you'll ever have."
"You think that you're such a hot bitch," snarled Clifford. "You've always thrown up this superiority bit in my face. You were always telling me what an incompetent fool I was. And I believed you. I started to believe that I was a fool. I started to believe that there was something wrong with me. But, actually, you're the one who's crazy. There's nothing wrong with me. I'm perfectly normal. I've been a good husband and a good provider. You just didn't appreciate me. You always thought that you were better than me. I was an idiot to have taken it from you for so long."
"So what are you going to do now?" asked Allison.
"I'm getting the hell out of here," said Clifford. "I'm leaving and I ain't ever going to come back again. I can find a woman who will appreciate me, and love me for what I am. I don't need a bitch, a filthy slut."
"You better stop calling me names!! ! " shouted Allison, burning with rage and hostility.
"If the shoe fits, then wear it," replied Clifford.
"Well, the shoe doesn't fit," screamed Allison. "I'm not a slut. Do you understand, I'm a good woman. I'm a pure, good woman."
"That's the laugh of the century," smiled Clifford. "They must really be lowering the standards if you qualify to be called a good woman. You're a whore. You're a gutter tramp. You're a cocksucking bitch."
Allison saw stars flashing in front of her eyes. The whole world was going around in circles. She felt dizzy, and her knees were beginning to buckle. She turned to look at Clifford, and she was overwhelmed by feelings of hatred.
"How dare you call me names," she said. "How dare you criticize me, and give me advice on how to conduct myself. You're a miserable failure. With all your promotions, and with all your plans, you will still remain a miserable failure. You can't even satisfy your own wife. You couldn't even keep me in line. Your own son is a better lover than you are. He can make me feel it. You bore me when the two of us are in bed together. You leave me empty. That's why I can't stand you, and that's why I wish that you would go and never come back again."
"I'll go all right," said the man. "But first I'm going to pay you back for your infidelity. You're a filthy slut and you deserve to be punished for the misery which you've caused me.
"If you so much as lay a hand on me, then I'll kill you," said Allison, picking up a pot and holding it as a weapon of defense. Clifford didn't seem frightened of her, or of her weapon. There was a fire in his eyes. He looked at her with a burning hatred. His entire body burned with anger. He couldn't remember ever feeling like that in his whole life.
"Stay away from me," Allison warned, brandishing the large, iron pot.
"No, you're going to get what you deserve," laughed Clifford like a madman.
"You better not touch me," screamed the woman. "I'll call the police. Don't think that I'm just going to stand here and take it from you. I'm no fool. I know my rights. You better not lay a hand on me."
Clifford was silent.
He advanced one step at a time, walking firmly and heavily on the wooden kitchen floor. His leather shoes creaked. He was perspiring all over his body. He wiped his forehead with a handkerchief that he pulled out of his shirt pocket. He unbuttoned his collar as he advanced.
"Get away from me," Allison screamed. Clifford struck, like a wild animal. He punched her square in the jaw. Allison staggered, trying to keep her balance. There was no strength left in her. She was too weak even to hold onto the pot which she clutched in her hands. She suddenly let go of it, and it dropped with a sharp bang to the floor.
"Leave me alone," she cried once again.
Clifford didn't hear a word that she was saying. He lifted his fist and he struck her again on the jaw, so that blood started to trickle out of the corner of her mouth.
"Oh no," she screamed, falling to her knees. The man kicked her in the belly, the way one would kick an animal. He ripped off her peasant blouse, and started to slap her breasts with his palms.
Allison saw stars in front of her eyes, before she finally fainted, falling onto the floor. It all seemed like a terrible nightmare to her.
CHAPTER EIGHT
When Allison was finally revived, she found herself in the bedroom, tied to the bedposts, with a gag in her mouth. She opened up her eyes, and she could see that Clifford was standing over her, with a curious expression on his face.
He walked over to her, and pulled the gag out from between her lips, so that she could talk.
"What the hell is this?" she asked. "Untie me. I'm warning you. You had better untie me. I'm no child that you can do with as you please."
"You're my wife," said Clifford. "I have a certain responsibility towards you. You've been misbehaving and you deserve to be punished. I think that I'm going to have to teach you a lesson, so that you won't be so bad anymore. I'm going to cool you down, bitch."
Clifford walked over to her and he ripped off her brassiere, so that her naked breasts were exposed to his insistent gaze. He looked at them rather curiously, with an odd expression on his face. He touched them and he started to squeeze them. First he was very gentle, and his fingers merely brushed across her oval mammaries. But soon he cupped his palms around them and he started to squeeze with all of his might, so that Allison was screaming like a tortured animal. She was squirming on the bedposts, as the man kept squeezing her sweet, white breasts.
"Stop it ... " she screamed. "You're hurting me. You're hurting me. Please stop."
"I'll stop all right," laughed Clifford. You don't have to worry about that."
He suddenly relaxed his grip, slapping her across the cheeks a couple of times. He seemed to be treating her like a beast, insulting her and degrading her. Allison could not resist. She was sitting on the bed, her hands and feet tied to the bedposts. Her breasts were naked, and they hurt from the cruel punishment which Clifford had subjected her to.
"What are you going to do to me?" she asked.
Clifford was silent. He grabbed her skirt, and with one swift movement he was able to pull it off. She was clad only in a pair of pink panties. Clifford ripped those off too, so that the woman was completely naked.
"What are you going to do to me?? ? ? " she asked, repeating her question over and over again. All of her life she had hated physical pain. It repulsed her, and it made her shiver all over. She didn't like when people slapped her. She didn't like when people held dominion over her. It made her feel cheap and dirty.
"Please leave me alone," she said to Clifford. "What good will this do you? Don't you see that there's no point in hurting me? How will that make you feel better?"
"I want revenge," said Clifford.
"But I'm the wrong person," said Allison. "You shouldn't hurt me. It was Gregory's fault. He was the one who made me go to bed with him. I wouldn't have done it if he hadn't been so insistent. If you ought to beat anyone up, then he's the one that you ought to go after. I'm innocent. I swear that I'm completely innocent."
"You make me sick to my stomach," screamed Clifford. "You can't take what's coming to you. You'll say anything to avoid a little beating."
"I don't want to be beaten," cried the woman. "Please don't beat me."
"Maybe you'll enjoy it," laughed Clifford. "There are some women who get their thrills at the end of a whip."
"Not me," said Allison. "I'm not like that."
"How can you be sure?" asked Clifford. "You shouldn't knock it unless you've tried it."
He laughed at her, grinning broadly. He had her where he wanted her, chained securely to the bed. He unbuckled his pants and let them fall. Then he slipped out of his jockey shorts, exposing his long, soft cock. It hung like a worm, falling gracefully over his two hard rocks. Inside he was shivering all over.
"How did it feel when you made love to Gregory?" asked Clifford. "Did you ever suck his cock?"
"Yes, a couple of times," admitted Allison.
"What else did the two of you do?" asked Clifford. "I'm very curious to know."
"Well, he once gave me a tit fuck," replied the woman.
"What's that?"
"Oh, I didn't know either, until he explained it to me," laughed Allison. "He sat down on top of me, and he rubbed his cock and his balls against my titties. He kept rubbing them, pushing them into my cleavage until he finally ejaculated. He shot his scum all over my body. It felt very good. I enjoyed it more than anything."
"I see," said the man. "So he isn't as naive as I thought. He sure knows how to get around. I wonder what he sees in you. There are so many better looking women in this world."
"He-likes to fuck me," smiled Allison. "Don't you think that I have a nice cunt?"
The woman spread her legs, so that her raw, red genitalia were exposed to Clifford's gaze. He stared at it with an expression of indifference on his face.
"Well?" asked the chained woman. "Don't you think that I have the most beautiful cunt in the whole damn world?"
"Yeah, it's all right," admitted Clifford, as he put his hands between her legs. He started to massage the milky whiteness of her creamy thighs and calves. He pinched them and he squeezed them until she trembled with pleasure.
He took his hand and he crept up the silky smoothness of her soft legs, till he came to the opening of her cunt. He examined it with indifference, tracing the outline of her vagina with his fingers. He suddenly pushed his thumb into the slit, rubbing the deep dark honey pot with a great deal of tenderness. He massaged her cunt lips with his fingers, and rubbed it up until the tied up woman began to tremble all over with a feeling of wild sexual excitement.
"Listen," she said. "You can fuck me, if you want to. Come here and untie me and climb into bed with me and I'm going to show you the time of your life. You can be sure that you're going to have a real good time."
"Ohhhh ... " said Clifford.
"Come here," begged the woman. "Untie me.
"I don't think that would be such a good idea," replied Clifford. "You might run away from me. I can't trust you. Any woman who would sleep with her own son shouldn't be trusted. Wouldn't you agree?"
"You can trust me," said Allison. "You know that I only love you. No one else matters to me. I couldn't give a damn about Gregory. He was only a stupid, snot-nosed kid. He didn't mean a thing to me."
"Oh, didn't he?"
"No, he really didn't," said Allison. "How can I possibly make you believe me? I'll do anything that you want. I'll wash your feet and drink the dirty water. I tell you, I don't love Gregory. I only love you."
"You bitch," screamed Clifford. "How can I possibly believe you? You're a cunt and a whore. You deserve the worst. I'm going to whip you till you scream with pain. You deserve it. You deserve to be flogged till you can't stand it any longer. After what you've done, I don't see how you can complain about anything. Why don't you keep quiet and take what's coming to you?"
"No...."
"Sorry, bitch!" screamed Clifford.
He picked up the leather belt which was lying on the floor and he proceeded to flog Allison. At first he was very gentle with her. The stings of the whip against her smooth white flesh felt exhilarating. He beat her against her breasts and on her face, and on her smooth white belly, and on her legs and hands.
"No ... " she screamed.
Clifford didn't hear a word that she was saying. He worked himself into a good, healthy sweat as he brought the leather belt down across her naked breasts and thighs. She squirmed, trying to get away. But she was tightly bound, and she could hardly move.
"Spread your legs," said Clifford finally, brushing back his hair. "You sinned with your cunt, so I'm going to whip you on your cunt."
"Not there," begged the woman. "Please don't whip my pussy. It's going to hurt."
"Yeah," laughed the man. "Of course it's going to hurt. We're not here for a picnic."
He grabbed her legs and he spread them apart so that her raw, red cunt was exposed to the lash. He brought the belt down against her soft, furry pussy. He whipped her against her thighs and her calves and arms and her hands. The woman danced with pain. She couldn't remember when she had been hurt so badly. She whined like a bitch, trying to chase Clifford away.
The man was insistent. He wouldn't be driven away. He would flog her till she got what she deserved. He brought the tongue of the lash down across her raw, exposed vagina. He beat her repeatedly against the lips of her cunt. He slashed her clitoris with a savage fury.
At first the pain was maddening. Allison couldn't stand it. She felt as though she was about to die. She closed her eyes and thought that she was going to faint. But after awhile, she found that something strange was occurring. She was getting used to the pain. It didn't hurt so much. Soon it didn't hurt at all. The harder he beat her, the less it hurt.
Allison suddenly burst into hysterical laughter. She watched as her husband hit her again and again. She didn't feel a thing.
"Go on," she screamed. "Hit me. Whip me all you want. You can't hurt me."
Clifford saw her eyes sparkle. He thought that she had gone insane. She was spitting at him, and sticking out her tongue at him and insulting him with every epithet that she could remember.
"You cocksucking, motherfucking, sonofabitch, bastard," she screamed again and again.
"Doesn't it hurt?" asked Clifford. "Don't you feel the pain?"
"I don't feel a thing," said Allison, although red welts were appearing in numerous areas all around her body. In fact, she was enjoying this whipping session. The harder he beat her across her cunt, the more she enjoyed it. It thrilled her and left her absolutely breathless.
Clifford dropped the whip suddenly. He was aroused by her obscene gestures. He felt wild and excited. She was a slave, lying in front of him. He wanted her more than ever before. He had to have her. He could feel his naked penis stiffen and grow firm and erect.
"Look at how big it's becoming," smiled Allison.
Clifford didn't say a thing. He untied her and picked her up, and carried her into the toilet. She didn't even try to resist but went willingly with him. Clifford made her lie down on the floor of the bathroom, with her ass facing up. He climbed on top of her, rubbing her ass with his hands. He spread her cheeks apart, and rammed his hard boner into her tight little ass-hole. He didn't try to kiss her or show any amount of affection for her. All he wanted was to get his rocks wet. He treated her as though she was a toilet bowl, kicking her when she tried to move away from him.
Clifford rammed his cock into her ass-hole again and again. In a few minutes he ejaculated. He emptied himself out inside of her hole. He pulled out and he wiped off his prick. Allison was still lying on the floor in the toilet, panting.
"What are you going to do now?" she asked.
"I'm going to leave," said Clifford wistfully.
"Are you ever going to come back?"
"Never," sighed the man. "You'll never see me again. It was fun while it lasted."
"You bet," laughed Allison. "You bet."
* * *
The divorce came through a few months later. Clifford left the country. He had met a young girl from Argentina and he married her right after the divorce. The two of them went to Buenos Aires to live. Clifford was glad to get away from New York. He had been killing himself with work. What did he need it for? He had a little savings, and he planned to live simply and happily with his young wife.
Allison also didn't want to remain in New York City. There were too many bad memories in this place. She and her son Gregory moved to the coast. The two of them lived together as lovers. Allison needed Gregory more than she ever needed him before.
"Come here," she would call to the boy at night, her legs spread wide apart.
He always came. He knew how to treat her. He would beat her with his fists whenever he fucked her. He was no longer tender or kind. She didn't want it. Allison began to deteriorate. She started to drink, and she began to experiment with drugs and various narcotics.
"What's the matter with you, Mom?" Gregory would ask her. "Why are you doing this to yourself?"
The woman didn't know what to say. She felt guilty and she wanted to punish herself. She knew that she was doing wrong, but she couldn't control her libidinal impulses. She hungered for her son the way a beggar hungers for a plate of beans.
As time passed by, Allison found that Gregory was no longer enough for her. The older she grew, the stronger her sexual appetite became. She started to invite young boys from the local high school into her bedroom. She started to cheat on Gregory, behind his back.
One day when Gregory came back from school, he found his mother in bed with three young boys. That was the day that he left her for good. He was eighteen at the time. He moved back to New York, to start a new life for himself. He resumed his relationship with his old girlfriend Louise. They were married when Gregory was twenty-one.
As far as his mother and father were concerned, he never heard any news from them. He didn't care. He wanted to forget about that painful period in his life.
"You know," he once said to his wife, Louise. "My life has been very hard. I've never really been happy."
"I know," she replied, kissing him. "I understand everything. The two of us have the chance to start things over again."
"I hope that we do better than our parents."
"I hope so too," she replied, taking his hand.
Suddenly the two of them started to laugh hysterically, like little children. They didn't know what the future would bring, but they both knew that it would be better than the past.
CHAPTER NINE
The young people should have known better than that, though. They expected too much from themselves, and Gregory soon found that out for himself. The fact that he had fucked his mother, and screwed up his own life so horribly, was not about to leave him in peace with his sweet wife Louise.
The years went by, and happily for awhile, because Gregory and Louise had a pretty good sex life. They had their dinner, and then usually spent the evenings together, naked, in or out of bed-it didn't matter to them.
"Hey, baby, come on!" Gregory would call to Louise in the kitchen, as she cleared up the plates after their dinner.
"Well, if you come in here and help me, we could get down to business sooner!" she'd call back teasingly.
But, sure enough, he'd get in the kitchen and start washing the dishes, because his prick was too active and too willing to wait much longer. He always needed his after-dinner fuck to satisfy his appetite.
After the dishes were cleaned up, Gregory and Louise went into the bedroom and ripped off their clothes with a near-vengeance because they were so anxious for one another. Gregory looked at the ripe tits of his wife, and felt proud, because he knew she was-and always would be-his alone.
He recalled the times they had fucked as youngsters, and he was glad they were over, because they'd had too much shit to deal with, and there had been no time to be young and free.
Well, those times were over, as far as Gregory was concerned at the moment. All he wanted was right here in his own bedroom and nothing could have pleased him more. He gazed at the rounded curving body of his wife, and walked over to her. He took her in his arms and kissed her lips with a moist silence that spoke of love and desire, and his fingers touched her shoulders with a gentle caress that told her of his need.
Hey body melted into his and she kissed his lips with her own warm ones, letting him know that she wanted him as much as he wanted her.
"Darling," she whispered to him, "I'm so glad we're here together. I'm so glad all the rotten things are over."
Louise was not superstitious, and she didn't bother to knock on wood when she spoke those words, although there was plenty of wood in their room.
She and Gregory only knew the moments of the present, and for them, the past and the future were abstractions that didn't need to be dealt with.
When they made love, there was a purity about it that preserved the joy of their renewed desire every time they were together. Louise came into Gregory's arms readily, and they walked to the bed together, and melted into one another's bodies.
Gregory nibbled at the soft, smooth skin under Louise's chin, and kissed his way down to the cleavage between her ripe, full breasts. She was pregnant, now, and had been for three months, and her breasts had a special tenderness about them.
Gregory loved to lick them thoroughly, and rub his rough tongue over the gleaming smoothness of the white mounds while Louise moaned softly under him and touched his hair and neck with her gentle fingers.
As he let his tongue roam down between the flesh of her breasts, she made little designs, nonsense drawings, on the back of his neck, tickling him and exciting him even more.
He grew hot lapping up the small beads of salty sweat from the valley of Louise's breasts, and pushed his way down her flat stomach to her navel, where his tongue flicked into the extra-sensitive area and sent her hips flying.
"Oh, Gregory!" she moaned out. "You know I hate that!" But her voice told him otherwise, told him to go on, to continue to painfully delight her with his tongue's manipulations.
He laughed as he played around her belly-button with his tongue, and let his fingers roam up and down the curving lines of her hips.
She went into spasms of delight even before his mouth reached her mound of hair, because Gregory was so careful and so precise in his foreplay. He knew exactly what she wanted, and exactly how she wanted it. Nothing could keep him from extending the foreplay as long as possible, because they both enjoyed sex so much, and wanted to keep it going for as long as they could.
"Greg, come on, sweetheart!" Louise urged playfully after Gregory had been fiddling around in her navel for about ten minutes.
She gave his head a little push, throwing his tongue off balance and sending it down to the curling muff of hair that covered her piece of womanhood, her hole of joy.
"Hey! Who said I was ready?" Gregory questioned his wife, just as playfully.
"I said it baby, that's who!" Louise laughed, and grabbed his head again, tugging it and lifting it up from her body.
Gregory looked at her and laughed, and then submerged his head in the curling pubic hair he knew and loved so well. It had its usual sweet odor, and he could barely restrain himself from taking a whole chunk out of it with his teeth. If he'd been senseless enough, he would have done just that, and probably injured Louise painfully.
"Hey, baby," he snafled laughingly. "You got some sweet piece of cunt!"
"You bastard giggled Louise. "Get in there and stop fooling around!"
"Okay, okay!" chuckled Gregory, and his tongue flapped out of his mouth and into the soft pink skin that awaited him below.
"Mmmmm, yes, that's a good boy!" said Louise.
Suddenly something flashed in Gregory's mind. "That's a good boy," she had said. Why had she said something so silly-sounding, so motherly as that? Why had she done it? Was she just a mother-transplant for him? Was she no more than that?
Gregory tried to force the thoughts out of his mind, and get back to his job and although his tongue was swirling around in Louise's soft cunt, his mind was partially gone, partially in bed with his mother, as his body had been so many years before.
Get away! an inner voice screamed at him. It told him to destroy the thoughts of his mother, and concentrate on loving his wife. It told him to get his mind back where his tongue was.
He tried, too, he really did. Forcing all his mental powers together, Gregory concentrated them on the rubbing of his tongue against this wife's smooth cunt, and the gleaming liquid of her flesh against his dry organ.
It worked-for awhile. He felt the heat of his desire grow for her and flow down to his prick, filling it with blood and engorging it to an immense size. It ached, and yet he still continued his licking, pushing his tongue deep into the regions of her vagina and searching for the inner core of her being.
She was moaning crazily now, and her hands pushed down hard on Gregory's head, tugging at his hair and shoving his face further into the cunt.
"Oh, come on, sweetie," she urged him. "Please, Greg, please, love."
Her hips smashed up against his face and she swung her legs up around his back. He was locked into her cunt, and he loved it. The sweet taste of her body was flowing into his mouth, and he slurped at it as a child would slurp at a lollipop.
"Give it to me, baby," Louise cried out, her hips flying madly into the air. "I'm going to come any second! Rub harder, love!"
Gregory nibbled furiously at her clit until she bucked beneath him and all the muscles in her crazily-moving body contracted. In his mouth he tasted the sweet delight of her lubricated cunt, and the continual flush of her bodily fluids onto his tongue.
He moaned with delight. His mind was nowhere else now, nowhere except right there with his wife, with his love. His mother was far away, locked off in the cage of the past, and he would never, never think about her again.
So he thought then, as he absorbed himself in the wild moanings and moistness of Louise, and so he thought as he finally drained the last drop of liquid from her cunt, and so he even thought as he pulled himself up on her body and pressed his throbbing cock against her cunt.
"Shit, sweetheart, I need you now. Can you be ready in about one second?" he murmured to her, only partially joking.
"You know I can, baby," was her answer. "Do you think just because I had one orgasm I can't have another?"
"Who said that? Did I say that?" laughed Greg.
"No, baby. Come on, get it in there!"
Gregory reached down and pressed apart the lips of Louise's cunt with two of his fingers. He was so anxious to get inside of her he didn't even bother to lubricate her cunt again, but just pressed himself frantically down until the head of his tool edged its way into the hole.
"Oh, yes, that's more like it," he murmured gratefully, pushing an inch or so of his prick into the hole his wife had opened for him.
His prick was burning hot, hotter than it had been in a long time. He didn't know why he was particularly excited tonight, but he was, and there was nothing to do about it, except fulfill his prick's mission.
One inch, and then two, sank into Louise's cunt, and then three. Gregory pushed himself in all the way, up to the hilt, until his hardened balls were slapping against Louise's thighs.
"Give it to me, darling," she moaned out to him. "I'll never get enough of your hot, bubbling cock."
"It's in there, sweetheart, all the way. I'm giving you everything I've got."
Gregory pushed himself harder and harder, thrusting his hips down every time Louise thrust hers up in the air to meet his.
His hands rubbed roughly around her shoulders and then slipped underneath to her back, pulling her up towards him and letting his prick sink even further into her cunt. He screwed himself around inside of her wildly, panting and crying out in his arousal.
"Shit, Louise!" his cries were desperate, almost like those of a small, frustrated little boy. "Oh, baby! I can't take it! It's too much for me!"
Their fuck was unbelievably wild and insane. It seemed that they flew all around the bed, thrashing in one another's arms and pushing their hips into one another's bodies.
Neither of them knew what was happening. Their bodies had taken over and their minds were not functioning at all. They were totally involved in one another's movements and lustful desires, and until Louise stiffened and bucked beneath Gregory, they were far away from reality.
When she did, though, and her orgasm flushed out through her cunt, Gregory came back to his senses, and let his prick flood Louise's cunt with hot, bubbling cream.
"Oh, yes, baby!" she screamed out to him, forgetting herself for a moment. "Fill me! Fill me!"
She'd never gotten quite so carried away before, and her screams echoed throughout the silence of the room, almost frightening Gregory as he flooded her cunt with wad after wad of cream.
Neither of them knew why this particular fuck of theirs had been so wild, so totally insane, and they didn't bother to question it. They basked in the sweaty, panting, afterglow of the thing, enjoying their moments together as they always had.
It was only the next morning that Gregory thought once more about the horrible moments during the fuck the night before when his mother's image had invaded his mind and spoiled the delight of licking Louise's cunt. Why had it happened? he asked himself. Why had his mother charged so violently into his intellect and spoiled the emotions of his sexual play?
Underneath the angry questioning he knew the answer. He knew, because he was too sensitive not to know. He realized that his mother would always be with him, and that he would never be able to free himself from the pain of what he had suffered with her.
Was he caught forever in the web of her ensnaring arms? Would memories of her always creep filthily into his loving play with Louise and consequently destroy him?
He knew he had to find out, and went in search of a good psychiatrist. Louise approved, of course, because when they had spoken about it, she too had realized that if Gregory was to be freed of his mother's power, he would have to come to understand it more fully.
"I guess you just can't run away from it and expect it not to follow you," Louise said to Gregory when they talked about it. She had sensed something in their sexual encounters that bothered her, and when she told Gregory about it, he had broached the subject of his mother.
"I know, sweetheart," Gregory answered her. "But you know, if I go into therapy, it's liable to be more frightening than having my mother's image invade our sexual play. Maybe it will ruin our sexual life."
"Greg, don't joke around, love," Louise had insisted. "Nothing can wreck things for us, unless we want them to be wrecked, don't you see? You've got to get away from your mother! If you don't, that's how we'll mess ourselves up, and no other way!"
That had been the final word, as far as Gregory was concerned, and he'd found a good man, a Dr. Arnold Worley to talk to.
"Gregory, your wife was right," Dr. Worley said on Gregory's first visit. "You can't find peace by running away from your mother and pretending nothing ever happened. What do you think about taking a week off from work and visiting her?"
"Shit," Greg answered. "I don't know if I could go through with it. I haven't seen her in so long. The last time I looked at her face, she was in bed with three young boys. What could I say to her? What could I do?"
"Just say hello, Greg, and see what happens from there."
Gregory resolved to try the doctor's suggestion, and three days later, he was on his way to his mother's home. He'd left Louise unwillingly, and all the way to his mother's, craved his wife's comforting voice and soft, warm body. He wondered if he'd ever see it again, because something inside told him he was in for trouble.
Oh, cool it! he chastised himself. You can handle the situation. Just cool it.
So he did, and rode the train home confidently for the rest of the trip, sure that he could handle anything that might come up with his mother.
He wondered what she was doing-if she was still fucking around with young boys, how she looked, what she did with her time. He'd lost track of her for so long, he couldn't even remember how old she was.
The train screeched to a halt at Gregory's home-town station, and he hopped off somewhat reluctantly. He walked around town for awhile, then proceeded to the old address he knew so well, perhaps too well.
He still had a key for the old house, and he made use of it. The door creaked open, and Gregory smelled the stale odor of cigarette smoke and liquor, and his stomach turned. It was as if his old home had turned into a one-woman whore-house for young boys-that was his fantasy, at any rate.
He walked through the corridor, and into the living room. His mother sat naked in a big chair in the corner, smoking a cigarette and glaring into the darkness at the strange form that had invaded her privacy.
"Oh, shit," Gregory mumbled, and he started to turn around and walk out of the house, feeling sick to his stomach.
"Stop!" a voice behind him ordered. Gregory's mother jumped up from the chair and ran up behind him. Her hand was on his shoulder and she whirled him around.
"Gregory!" she exclaimed, and she threw her arms around his young, strong body, pushing her aging, flabby flesh against his clean suit, and repulsing him no end.
"Oh, shit, don't!" he cried out to her, dropping his small suitcase and pushing her away.
"Gregory!" his mother pleased. "Don't, son, don't repulse me now, when I need you! Why did you come here?"
"I, uh, I wanted to see you, I guess," stuttered Gregory. He felt as if he was turning into a small boy again. He could feel the manly desires for his wife, Louise, melting into the cigarette smoke-laden air. He could feel the penetrating smell of liquor seeping into his veins and weakening him. Even the sight of his mother's old, abused and well-used flesh, while it filled him with disgust, filled him with memories of the past, memories he simply couldn't shake.
"Oh, holy shit!" he cried, backing away from his mother in an attempt to back away from everything she represented. But it was no good, and there was no way he could escape. As he backed away, he tripped over his small suitcase, and fell, and as he did, his mother rolled onto him on the floor and began tearing at his suit.
"Don't!" Gregory screamed out. "Don't!"
His words were meaningless, because his actions didn't repulse her; instead they begged her for more. He lay passively under her raping, tearing hands, and he let her strip him naked.
He lay on the stained, filthy rug of the living room, naked as the day he had been born to this woman, and perhaps just as young. In his mind he was once again the fourteen year old she had once fucked, and she was the voluptuous, sensuous woman who had taught him all the joys of sex.
"Oh, mamma!" he cried out. "Oh mamma, come down!"
His arms went around the aging flesh, and he pulled the greying head down to his chest. It was active as it had ever been.
Allison nibbled at her son's hairy chest and sent thrills into his body just as she had done so many times before. Her breasts, though they sagged more than they had, were enticing, because the nipples stood hard and erect out from her body, and pressed themselves into Gregory's chest.
He felt his prick rise and seek out the area of her cunt. When he found it, all he wanted to do was sink himself into the luscious, gaping, wet hole and fulfill his mission, so he reached his hand down quickly and thrashed his fingers through the mass of pubic hair that covered the cunt.
"Get your legs apart!" he screamed out into the silence of the dirty place. "Get them apart!" He had no patience for foreplay or love. He only wanted to fuck this woman, to take her again after so many years of abstinence from mother-lust.
Her legs spread wide over his own thighs, and he shoved open her cunt, pressing his groin up into it. The head of his pecker swelled and nearly burst as it touched the old lips of her twat, and he felt only one urge-to shove himself into this woman and fuck the hell out of her.
As his prick sank into the slippery-wet hole, one hand went to the top of her ass and shoved it down hard.
"Oh, shit!" screamed Allison. Boys were her trade, and she wasn't used to the full-sized prick of a man. Her moans and cries filled Gregory's ears and he became more and more angry as he heard them.
What right has she to complain? he screamed to himself as his prick raged inside his mother's cunt. What right has she to moan or cry? Isn't this what she wants, the darned bitch? Isn't this what she's been waiting for?
As his prick sank savagely up into the fullness of his mother's cunt, he realized the truth about the situation. His mother hadn't asked for him at all. He had come, willingly, to her to "cure" himself, as Dr. Worley had proposed.
Say hello, the doctor had said, and see what happens from there. Oh, I said some hello, Gregory swore at himself. Damn me! Damn me! He screamed and thrashed inside his brain, and the violence of the emotions came out through his prick as it raged inside his mother's cunt.
The rough sliding and pushing of his tool ripped and tore at the old inside of the well-known canal, and the muscles no longer functioned as they had before. Gregory sobbed hysterically as he fucked his mother, who was thrashing wildly, impaled on the dead cock.
His cream rushed out of his balls without much warning, and as soon as he had filled the tired-out box with his gism, he ripped his cock out of it and stood up.
"Why did you do it?" he cried to her. "Why did you ever do it?"
He looked at her sobbing form, half-lying, and half-sitting on the floor. Her skin was old, and sagged from her bones. Her hair was rumpled and greying, and her eyes had lost the sparkle and fire he remembered so well from his youth.
He was a man again, and the boy in him was gone. The fourteen year-old mother-fucker had disappeared sometime during the ravenous, desperate fuck on the floor, and Gregory knew, now, that he would never return.
He had, after all, accomplished his purpose. He had said hello, in a way. Screwing his mother one last time had rid him of all the tension, and all the frustration, and most importantly, of all the anger, of the years without her.
Dr. Worley and Louise had been right. Running away from his mother after discovering her in bed with three young boys had been a mistake. It had only served to make the years between then and now a miserable mess of emotions for him. But now it was over, and Gregory knew it. He looked once more at the old woman crouching before him on the floor, and he dressed quietly.
She sat and watched him, sobbing almost silently and never moving a muscle of her body. She didn't try to stop him, for perhaps she knew, as well as he, the meaning of what had just happened.
Gregory finished dressing, and picked up his suitcase. His eyes opened wide, and his sense absorbed fully the dense atmosphere, the filthy environment of what had once been his home, and then he turned and left.
The walk to the train station was only a matter of five minutes, and he filled the time by thinking about Louise, and what they would do when he got home. He considered for a moment calling her from where he was, but he decided, instead, to wait, and surprise her.
It would be a good homecoming, he knew, because he was free of all the terror that had filled his life in the past years. His mother was no longer with him, and nothing would prevent him from having a full and happy-and healthy-life with his wife.
The train ride, without a doubt, was a more pleasant one for Gregory than the ride towards his mother had been. He couldn't wait to hold Louise in his arms and feel her firm flesh against his once again.
The rocking of the train made him drowsy, and with his head leaning against the glass of the window, Gregory slept and dreamed. He saw himself as an old man, sitting in a rocking chair, and reading a magazine. Louise was near him, in another rocking chair knitting. Even in the dream, Gregory had the awareness of the triteness of the image, and he must have laughed in his sleep.
Then, still in the dream, Gregory saw his mother approaching the rocking chairs. She was older, even older than she'd been in reality. She had shrunken in stature, and her body was a mere wisp of flesh.
He stared at her from his place in the chair, and laughed. He didn't just chuckle, but he laughed hysterically, rolling back and forth in his rocking chair, and then he stood up suddenly and kicked her. She fell in a crumpled heap on the ground, and disappeared. Just disappeared.
Gregory woke to the sound of the screeching train, and he realized that he was home. He hopped off with more eagerness than he'd ever experienced, and brushed off the dull recollection of his dream and of the experience with his mother.
He unlocked the door of his house, and Louise was in the hallway, looking as beautiful as she had looked when he'd left her.
"Greg!" she exclaimed, running to him and grabbing him into her arms. "Greg, love! What are you doing here?"
"I'm home, Louise," was Greg's answer. "I'm home, and nothing's the matter anymore."
"Do you want to talk about it, Greg?" asked Louise, concerned.
"No, babe, let's just go to bed, huh?" It was all he wanted, and she readily conceded to his wishes.
She put down the book she'd been holding, and let her arms go around his waist. It was perfect, and just what he had fantasized. He turned around, there in the hallway, and encircled her body with his arms, rubbing up and down her back and pressing her flesh in towards his.
"Let's go upstairs, love," said Gregory to Louise. "I'm tired of waiting. It's been such a long time, you know? Such a fucking long time, waiting for freedom, and now it's here, and I don't want to spoil it by wasting it."
"You're not talking sense, love," laughed
Louise. "But I think I've got the general idea."
"Good," said Gregory, kissing her lightly on the cheek.
They walked upstairs together and undressed more quickly than they ever had before. Once in bed, Gregory didn't pause a minute before beginning his hungry ritual on Louise's body. He kissed her breast with his warm, moist lips, and pressed his face into her cleavage.
Her soothing hips pressed up into his body, and he knew that this time, their loving would be right, and freer than it had ever been.
His mouth opened wide and he nibbled at the soft flesh of his wife's body with his tongue.
"How do you feel, love?" he asked her between bites.
"Fine!" she laughed, caressing his head with her hands. "Isn't that how I should feel?"
"I mean the baby, silly kid," Gregory chuckled. "How does the baby feel, inside. Can you feel any kicks?"
"Not really, not yet, Greg," said Louise, and her hands wound down around her husband's neck as she expressed her desire for him. Her hips were circling slowly, and she bent a knee up, searching for the throbbing piece of meat that he could offer her.
One hand reached down and grabbed onto the burning flesh in his crotch, and he tingled with anticipation and desire. He reached his head up to hers again and kissed her, entwining his tongue with hers, and letting the hot saliva of their mouths melt them together.
His moans came from deep in his belly, and he knew that in a moment he would have her once again, wound around his prick and squeezing him until he felt that she would never let go.
Her hands reached down to her cunt and spread apart the aching, itching lips to make way for her husband's tool. She craved him, and he knew it. He felt the same tremendous desire for her that he'd always felt, and that he always would feel.
His prick inched its way down into the wet hole of her womanhood, and he felt himself sink into the cave of her throbbing muscles.
"Oh, darling," he whispered to her hotly, "grab me tightly, sweetheart, and hold me good!"
Louise's vaginal muscles contracted almost violently, and pulled on Gregory's prick hungrily.
"Oh, sweetheart!" she moaned out to him. "Oh, sweetheart, give me everything!"
Gregory pushed his hips down onto hers, and felt the bones of her body jabbing up into his own muscular frame. The pain was delightful, and he ached for more. His hips moved more and more violently and crazily against Louise's as he shoved his prick rampantly into the hungry cunt beneath it.
He felt her more fully than he had ever done before. Somehow, his flesh had become more sensitive, and he experienced flashes of heat throughout his body as his flesh rubbed against the inner flesh of his wife, and as her muscles grabbed onto him.
His balls burst in one wild thrashing of his hips, and he came down on her harder than ever, filling her with the gushing gallons that tore out of his body. Her cunt sucked them up insanely, and she thrashed under him, experiencing her own orgasm.
Afterwards, they lay together as they had done before, but now, so much more satisfied. There had been nothing in Gregory's mind to disrupt his joy, to invade the heavenly experience of fucking Louise.
He kissed her dripping flesh and nibbled at the wet places all over her breasts. When she grew wild during sex, she absolutely dripped sweat, and Gregory, afterwards, enjoyed lapping up the salty liquid from her skin, and cleansing her the way a mother cat would her child.
That night began a whole new life for Gregory and Louise, a freer life. Finally, freedom was possible, because Gregory was no longer haunted by the invading presence of his mother, and he was free to be a man in his own right.
Six months after he had fucked his mother for the last time on her living room floor, he and Louise had their first child, a healthy boy they chose to name Donald.
The night Louise came home from the hospital, Gregory took her in his arms in bed and wanted to love her passionately.
"Greg, no!" said Louise. "We're not supposed to for six weeks!"
"Are you kidding?" asked an ignorant Gregory. "I thought that was some kind of joke!"
"No, Greg, sweetheart," answered Louise. "It's no myth." She rolled away from him in bed and turned over on her stomach, displaying her full, smooth ass.
"Ah, well," laughed Greg, getting the idea. "You didn't have the baby from your ass, did you?"
"No, sweetheart," laughed Louise, "I certainly didn't!"
She turned and smiled at Gregory, and spread apart her thighs on the bed.
Gregory approached her, and then stopped, holding his prick in his hand, half-erect. "What if the baby wakes up?" he asked his wife.
"He probably will, love," answered Louise, "but I just gave him a feeding a little while ago, so we'll have time for a little fuck before he gets up again."
"Terrific," growled Gregory playfully. "Then let's hop to it."
"You hop to it, baby, I'm all ready," said Louise, bumping her ass up into the air.
Gregory rubbed his prick into a full erection, and mounted his wife. He felt that he had to be extra-careful, because she was in a weakened state, but he soon found out that having a baby had done very little to Louise's sexual capacity. She was, in fact, stronger than ever.
Gregory put his warm hands down on her ass and spread the cheeks apart. It had been a while since he'd fucked her in the ass, but he knew he'd be up to his top form tonight, because the heat was already welling up throughout his body.
Her tight ass-hole faced him, and he took his pecker in his hands and guided it down into the dark area. The hole was tight, as always, and Louise writhed under him as he pushed his tool into the canal.
"Oh, baby, be careful!" she cried out. "Don't hurt me, please!"
Gregory slackened his pace, and manipulated the flesh around the ass-hole for awhile in order to loosen up the muscles. "Okay, now?" he asked his wife.
"Sure, honey, go ahead," answered Louise, panting into the pillow underneath her head and pushing her ass up into the air.
Gregory let his prick sink down into the tight anus and he felt the grabbing muscles again, pulling him down and holding him into the flesh.
"Oh, shit, honey!" he groaned as the sweat dripped down his reddened face. "Oh, baby, can you squeeze!"
His balls were hard, and Louise's hips were grinding wildly underneath him. He pushed against her as hard as he could, thrusting himself around within the tightness of her ass, and just as he let his come fly into her, they both heard the baby scream.
"Oh, shit, no!" sobbed Louise, hysterically involved in the sexual play with her husband.
"Quick, honey, quick!"
Her hips bucked and thrashed, and Gregory's pounded down, again and again as he tried desperately to rid himself of his come. Sweat poured out of his pores, and he cried out in the desperation of his situation.
"I'm finished!" he screamed. "I'm finished!! "
He pulled his withered prick out of Louise's ass-hole and jumped off of her, pulling her arms as he did so and helping her out of bed.
They both ran to the baby's room, and Louise held the screaming child in her arms as she tried to catch her breath after the desperately hasty ass-fuck she had just had with her husband.
As the tiny creature calmed down, warmed and comforted by the mother's naked, heated flesh, Louise looked up at Gregory and smiled, letting the depth of her eyes pierce into his own.
"It was good anyway, darling," she said to him.
"I know," he answered, letting one arm encircle her shoulders. "It always will be, with us."
When the baby fell asleep in Louise's arms, she put him back in the small crib, and she and Gregory padded back to their room, and hopped back into bed.
"Let me lick you, babe," said Gregory, nosing his way down into Louise's crotch.
"Why not?" laughed the woman, spreading her legs apart and inviting her husband in with her hands. She put her gentle fingers around his neck and pushed his face into the wet cunt.
"Hey, there!" said Gregory, "Look at that-all wet and waiting!"
"Well, you fucker," laughed Louise, "you got me all excited with that strong prick of yours up my ass, and I've been leaking all over the bloody place."
Gregory smiled at her, and then absorbed himself with his tongue, sliding and slipping over the gummy, soft lips of the twat. He remembered the time when he had done just this, and his mother's memory had invaded the joy. It wasn't happening now, and he knew it would never happen again.
His rough, searching tongue dove into the dark moistness of the vagina, and he felt Louise's hands around his neck, drawing their little, gentle pictures. The feeling tickled him and excited him, as it had always done, and he felt his prick throbbing. He knew that he would have Louise suck him off after he was finished with her, but that could wait, because right now, delving into her pussy was the only thing that mattered.
His tongue lapped at the wet liquids that covered the soft pink skin, and he began nibbling lightly at her clit's foreskin, tantalizing and teasing the little center of sensation until it was hard and red. He loved to watch it grow to distinction that way, almost the way his own prick swelled to erection, only on a much tinier scale.
Louise let her hips wind and grind out a rhythm of desire and pleasure beneath his mouth, and her legs wound around his back, rubbing against his sweating flesh and pouring heat into his pores.
He pushed harder into her cunt, determined to bring her one of the finest orgasms she'd ever seen. Her hips thrust themselves up hard and her clit bumped against his nose, so he rubbed harder than he had before, and Louise turned wild.
"Oh, baby!" she screamed. "Give it to me! Faster! Faster, baby!! "
Her body was out of control, thrashing and rolling around on the bed, aching to satisfy itself. Gregory put a finger on her clit and rubbed it hard, and all the muscles in Louise's body burst in one instant, tightening and stiffening in the experience of orgasm.
Then she lay still under him, breathing with difficulty and rubbing her hands up and down his scalp. His head was still buried in her twat, and he lifted his tongue out, and lay his tired head on the muff of matted hair that covered her mound of joy.
"Oh, sweetheart," he murmured. "You've got the best cunt this side of the Mississippi."
"Is that all? You mean I haven't got the best one in the world?" she laughed.
"Well, now, I don't know," answered Gregory. "After all, I haven't tried all the cunts in the world."
"Well, have you tried all of them this side of the Mississippi?"
"You know the answer to that, babe," said
Gregory, smiling up at her. As he looked up, he remembered the throbbing of his cock, and lifted himself up on his arms so that he could turn his body around.
It took him only a few seconds to position himself and present his prick to Louise's mouth, and no sooner had he done so, than the woman had the whole length of the organ in her mouth. Her hands went straight to Gregory's balls, and she fondled them gently, but firmly, and wound her fingers into the curls of pubic hair.
"Hey," laughed Gregory, "you're tickling me!"
"So what?" giggled Louise. "Shut up and let me do my work."
Which is exactly what Gregory did. Louise's tongue ran up and down the hardened flesh of Greg's tool, and she nibbled only very gently at it, and then took her mouth away.
"Hey, what's the idea?" asked Gregory.
"I told you to shut up," laughed Louise. "Let me do it the way I want to!"
She began kissing the tip of Greg's hot prong, and slowly, gently, sank the tool into her mouth again, licking each inch of flesh as it passed under her strong tongue.
Once she had the whole thing in her mouth again, she put her hands up on top of Gregory's ass, and pushed it down hard so that his prick bulged and throbbed wildly in her mouth.
Gregory moaned and groaned on top of her, and his hips swayed wildly. "Come on, baby, come on!" he cried out, rocking back and forth on top of her.
His balls filled and slapped on her face. She sucked crazily, enjoying the thrashing movements of her husband on top of her, and when his come drenched her lips and mouth, she sucked even harder. She wanted every drop, every drip of his gism in her mouth, and she wanted to swallow it all and feel the heat of it pervade her stomach and her whole body.
Louise slurped at Gregory's prick until it was bone-dry and withered to a mere piece of flabby flesh. He fell off her body, and rolled down to face her.
As they lay side by side, embracing one another, and letting the flesh of their bodies blend them together, the baby cried once again, and they smiled and got up from the bed.
"Are we destined-" Gregory began.
"You know it, sweetheart," laughed Louise. "But don't worry. We'll teach our kids about free love, and then we'll be able to fuck without worry, whenever we please."
"Okay, but just one thing," said Greg, half-jokingly and half-seriously, as the memories of his past crowded his mind. "Let's stick to each other, okay?"
"It's a deal," said Louise softly, putting her arms around Gregory and kissing him firmly on the lips.
Gregory smiled, and the couple walked into the baby's room, content in their happiness together.
The baby quieted down as soon as Louise and Gregory walked into the room.
"Hey, what happened?" asked Greg, smiling.
"I guess he just wanted us with him."
"Okay, then, let's stay here and fuck on the floor," laughed Gregory.
'That's okay with me!" answered Louise. "Except I already told you, we can't fuck yet."
"Oh, shit!" said Gregory, pulling Louise close to him and fondling her tender breasts. "Well, let's have a little Tun, anyway."
He pulled her down to the carpeted floor of the baby's room, and under the watchful eyes of the infant, they began again their ritual of love.
Gregory fell on top of her, touching gently the skin all around her belly, wondering rather angrily inside why things had to get so fucked up inside of her so that he couldn't stick his prick in for another six weeks.
He contented himself with pulling his body up on hers and dangling his withered prick over her cunt, tantalizing her, and himself.
"Hey!" she said, "don't you think I want you inside me?"
"Yeah, sure!" snickered Gregory jokingly. "All you want is to be a little cock-teaser, you little mother!"
Louise bent her knees up and surrounded Gregory's body with them, pushing her black muff of cunt hair right into his.
"Ooh," he murmured, feeling the tickling heat of her twat under him, "you're going to get it for that!"
He fell down on her and his prick jabbed into the outer part of her cunt, and they wound themselves in one another's arms and wrestled there on the floor of the baby's room.
"Stop it!" laughed Louise quietly, seeing that the baby was falling asleep.
"Oh, no you don't!" said Greg. "You're not getting out of this one!" He pinned her down on the floor, and reached down to her face, kissing gently the soft skin. All his energy was gone. He slowly let himself down on top of her, and she wound her arms around his back, holding him close to the warmth of her body. They lay there together, sleeping for the rest of the night in the closeness of their embrace, on the carpet of the room of their first-born son.
