One of the most beautiful and meaningful relationships is that between a mother and son. However, this relationship is often clouded by the fact both mother and son can "use" each other in a most disturbing manner, if they become sexually frustrated.
It can be a psychological "usage" when the mother wants to be everything, and "do" everything for her marvelous son. And this can lead to the emasculation, that consequently leads to intimate sexual relations.
Such was the case in our story of Joey's friendly mother. She wanted to mean everything to her son, to compensate for the neglect of the father in his relationship with Joey. This went to extremes, when out of her own sexual frustration, she wanted to deny Joey the normal development sexually that every young boy must have if he is ever to develop into maturity and manhood.
Tragically, she stepped over the boundary line of motherly roles, and touched her boy physically, turning him on to sexual sensations, he'd never before experienced.
The fresh appeal of his youthful body, combining with his own lusty, eager desires posed problems for them both. For, soon Joey was eager to participate in any kind of sex act that would relieve the normal pressures a boy his age feels in his genital zone. And when she experimented with his sexual organs, teaching him new kinds of love, she became infatuated, and fascinated with him sexually.
Sex moved from "pleasure" to "passionate compulsion", and now Joey fell victim to his mother's untamed, and uncurbed sexual desires.
To hold him under her power, she knew she had to compete with young women he would meet, and she went into the sex competition sweepstakes for her son's body, with a vengeance. She was determined to keep Joey's body in her bed, at any price. Too late, she learned the cost of such cheap conquest, and such selfish urges.
The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
"I don't appreciate your bringing your girlfriend home and having sex on the sofa," Pat Alexander told her young son, Joe.
"Look mom," he told her, "if you don't want me to do it here you had better buy me a car. I don't have any other place to do it."
That did it. She glared at him and slapped his face.
"You shouldn't have done that, mom," he warned her. "I'm not a kid anymore."
"You're a punk kid," she said, "talking to your mother like that. Don't you have any respect for yourself?"
"What has respect got to do with it?" he demanded. "I need a piece of ass now and then."
"That's what your father said when he left me," she said.
"Now, don't go blaming him for anything anymore," Joe told her tensely. "All I've ever heard of it is your side of it and how do I know you're telling me the truth?"
"I've told you all I know about your father," she said. "He's just disappeared. I've done everything I could to find him, and I haven't been able to. Now, baby, don't listen to this new morality talk. I've done everything I could to give you a decent life. Please, baby."
Her hand was painfully tightening on his wrist and he twisted to get away.
"Leave me alone, mom," he told her.
She looked at him as he walked out of the house and she felt awful. Then he walked back in.
"Please mom, will you leave me alone. I apologize if I got you uptight."
"Forget it, dear," she said nervously. "I just want you to be a good boy and grow up a little different than your father."
When she mentioned his father in a derogatory manner again, he turned away.
"I read you," he said.
It was obvious to her that he was going to stand up for his father no matter what. Even though she despised his father, she felt something for him and wanted the boy to grow up to be a different kind of person.
She saw him walk out again and she worried about him. She knew that he was eager for action, and night after night she had listened to him making love with his girlfriend. It bothered the hell out of her and she didn't know what to do. She went about her activities that day feeling numb and miserable, for she was worried. Worried that her son would bring home his girlfriend again that night. He didn't come home for dinner and when she finally went to bed she was nervous. If there was one girl she couldn't stand him going with, it was Joyce. She knew that Joyce was a slut from the moment that she met her. The thought of her young son having anything to do with her, really got to her. She couldn't do anything about it, however, as she knew that he would do as he wanted to do.
She finally drifted off to sleep. Then, she heard noises. She clutched the sheet nervously as she listened to him. She could hear him telling the girl to unzip him. Faintly, she could hear it and so she decided to get out of bed and go to the door and listen. Now, she could hear him quite easily.
"Come on, Joyce baby," he told her, "grab that cock and play with it."
Apparently Joyce was reluctant for she wasn't answering.
"Go ahead," he insisted.
Then she heard Joyce speaking.
"Will you eat my pussy?" she demanded.
"Look, baby," he told her, "you know I will, but first you're going to blow me."
"Oh, alright," she said, "but why do I always have to do it first?"
"Because men get hotter," he said.
Now this was more than she could take. Tiptoeing down the hall, she caught sight of them in action.
"Eat it," he told her anxiously. "Eat my cock. Oh, baby come on, eat that prick!"
As she watched him with the girl down there licking around his penis, she got so angry she wanted to scream. Yet, there was nothing she felt she could legitimately do. So she didn't make a fuss. However, she was furious. Going back to her bedroom she could hear them continuing until he shot his gun off. Then he did just as he said he would do. He ate her. Finally when it was all over he took her home. When he returned, she decided she would have to speak to him. Yet, it was difficult for her to do what she knew she had to do. Going into the bedroom, she told him abruptly, "You've been having enough sex. Can you understand that?"
He looked at her now and shuddered.
"What do you mean, mom?" he asked.
"I don't want anymore of this horsing around," she said. "I know what you've been doing. You really were awful. You made that poor girl go down on you."
"But I went down on her," he said, "so it's equal."
"It's equally disgusting, Joe," Pat told her son.
"I can't help it mom," he explained. "Sometimes I just have to get my rocks off."
"You're as bad as your father was," she said.
"Let's not blame dad," he said. "Maybe you're a frigid woman."
"I am not," she said indignantly. "I have passions just like you've got and believe me, baby, if there's one thing I love it's sex. But I believe it has to be done correctly."
"What do you mean correctly, mom?" he smiled.
"With a little pride and respect," she said.
"Oh, come off it," he laughed, "you know damn well when a guy balls a woman he isn't concerned with respect. He's concerned with fuck."
"How you talk," she said angrily.
"What's wrong with the way I talk?" he shot back.
Suddenly he flung back the sheets exposing himself.
"Look at this, mom," he said, "that's nine inches. And I'm going on 18. Now, quit bugging me.
Her eyes focused on his huge shaft and suddenly she wished that she could accommodate him.
"I suppose you tried to deny dad too," he told her.
"Never did I deny your father anything," she said.
"Well, I wouldn't be surprised if you did," he said, "because I don't think anything turns you on.
"That's not true," she said quickly, "it's just that I know what is right and what is wrong."
Grabbing his cock he looked up at her.
"It's right that I get satisfaction, mom," he said. "You read me?"
She nodded sadly and turned away. Then he pulled her back-
"Look at it," he said. "That's a cock. These are balls. When a guy gets to be my age he has to get some action."
She knew what he meant all too well. Then he began taunting her by grabbing his penis and pulling on it.
"Oh, don't do that," she insisted, "that's terrible for you."
"Is it, mom?" he smiled.
"Yes it is," she objected, "you mustn't ever do that."
"Why don't you do it for me?" he smiled.
Joe was delighting in taunting his mother and she was finding it difficult to look at him. She was discovering that it was making her hot.
"Alright," she said, "I suppose it would be better than having you do it."
"I would enjoy it more," he chuckled.
Then bending over and sitting on the edge of the bed, she took his cock in her hand. She began massaging his balls while she tugged on his penis.
"Oh, that feels real good, mom," he told her. "Now, why don't you just get down there and blow me."
"Do you realize what you're asking your mom to do?" she demanded.
"Sure I do," he said. "You want to try me?"
She hadn't had anyone ask her this for so long that she suddenly felt attracted to him. Yet, she knew it was a terrible thing to be attracted to one's own son.
"Come on mom," he said with a sly smile.
"I can't do that," she insisted.
"Oh yes you can, baby," he said, "get down there and blow it."
Bending over she mistook her son for her husband. It was almost as if he were a reincarnation of her husband who had disappeared. This is what her husband enjoyed so much. She let her tongue gently lick the head of it.
"Oh, does that ever feel good," he told her.
Now they were becoming more and more excited. Amazingly she found she could let her tongue lap the head of his shaft.
"Oh, baby," he told her, "you're good at it. Play with my balls."
Her fingers massaged his testicles and then her mouth slid over the shaft.
"Oh, yes," he told her, "I love it."
Her mound was moistening. She wanted more than anything to feel herself slipping over him.
"Oh, mom," he panted, as she went to town with her tongue.
Then she decided that she would get some satisfaction that she had sought for a long, long time. She slid out of her nightgown and stood there naked. The moonlight played across her bare body and he became hotter and hotter.
"You've got a great shape, mom," he said.
She was frozen for a moment, unable to move any farther.
"Oh, baby," he told her, "I really want you."
At this point he was eager for action and so was she. Now, she straddled him. Grabbing his penis in her hand, she shot downward as her pussy tightened over his shaft. He thrust forward.
"Oh, fuck it, mom," he gasped excitedly. "Fuck it. Oh, yes, fuck, baby, fuck!"
Now he was really enjoying it.
"Oh, wow!" he panted.
Grabbing her ass-cheeks in his hands, he guided her down over his penis.
"That's it," he told her, "massage me."
She knew just how to run herself up and down his shaft. He was becoming more excited every moment.
"Oh, mom," he panted, "I love it."
The passion was building in him every second.
"Fuck it," he told her, "fuck my cock!"
She twisted her hips around and the sexual electricity that surged through her now was almost more than she could stand.
"Oh, baby," he panted.
Her breasts were brushing across his chest at this point and he was becoming more and more intensely excited.
"Oh, you've got a beautiful shape," he told her.
She knew it and it excited her to have him-talk this way.
"Fuck it," he panted. "Fuck, baby, fuck!"
The super sensations flooding through his body at this point really got to him.
"Oh, yes," he gasped, "that's the way I like it. Oh, do it, baby, do it!"
It wasn't going to be much longer now and she would juice.
"Oh, fuck me," he begged. "Fuck, baby, fuck."
Together they were making it. Grabbing her ass-cheeks hard, he shot.
"Ohh," he grunted as he rolled back and forth, "I'm cuming. I'm cuming!"
She ran her fingers up the back of his neck and patted him.
"Oh, darling," she gasped, "this is beautiful."
He was smiling now and he went on screwing her.
"Keep fucking, honey," he told her.
He continued stabbing his cock into her and with every jab she became more intensely excited for she could tell he was going to cum again.
"Oh, yes," he gasped excitedly, "I'm going to make it. Oh, baby!"
His penis exploded once more. As the juices shot into her body, she found herself cuming in multiples.
"Oh, wow!" he panted.
Grabbing her ass-cheeks again, he held her there.
"How about that mom?" he smiled proudly.
"Oh, son," she told him, "you just gave me the best fuck I ever had."
She held on tightly and kissed him. Then slowly she pulled herself off his cock. She lay down beside him and he wrapped his arms around her lovingly. He played with her bosoms and looked at her hotly.
"You're not a bad fuck, mom," he told her.
"Oh, son," she apologized again, "forgive me. I'm sorry."
"Now, don't be sorry," he said, "you did what you wanted to do and you enjoyed it too."
"I did enjoy it," she said, "but I feel guilty. I have no right to your body."
"What difference does it make?" he said. "Hell, I would have fucked somebody I didn't give a damn about. At least I care about you, mom."
As his eyes focused on her, he realized that she was a very beautiful woman.
"You know, mom," he said, "dad must have been a crazy guy to leave you. You really are something else."
"Thank you, darling," she said, "it's been such a long time since I heard anyone say anything like that."
"Well, it's the truth," he said quickly.
"Thank you again."
He was happy and grateful that he could have sex with someone he loved as much as his own mother. Yet, it still bothered her immensely. She was left without words. She thought about it.
"You know, mom," he said, "I could show you a lot of things."
"like what?" she asked curiously.
"I'll tell you," he said, "did dad ever eat your pussy?"
"Well, no," she told him truthfully. "Well, the next time we make it," he told her, "I'm going to eat you."
"Is that a promise or a threat," she laughed. "Both," he smiled.
She decided that she shouldn't stay there any longer and she got up from the bed.
"Goodnight, son," she smiled.
He looked at her and called out, "Goodnight, lover."
Tears came to her eyes as he said this. It had been such a long time since anyone had said anything like that to her. She was crazy about him and didn't want to hurt him. Yet, she was afraid that if she continued on the path she was on, she might well indeed hurt him. This bothered her a lot and she didn't dare to think too much about it. She went back to her bedroom and lay on her bed. As she glanced out of the window she could see the moonlight illuminating the sky. But no moonlight could illuminate the darkness of her soul for she was tormented beyond belief and there was nothing she could think of that would change her troubled, chaotic thoughts. Vainly, she tried to go to sleep. She tossed and turned and felt miserable. The next morning she decided that she would fix a big breakfast for her son and apologize and assure him that she would never make any sexual demands on him again. She got up and went into the kitchen. She fixed an omelet which she knew he liked. She made some strawberry waffles which Joe was crazy about. Then she went to his bedroom and called him.
"Joe," she called out.
Sleepily he opened one eye.
"Yes, mom," he said softly.
"Joe, baby," she told him, "it's ready."
"Alright," he said.
Finally he sat up rigid.
"Oh, wow, last night I was really on."
"I'm sorry," she said, "we can talk about that after breakfast."
"Don't be sorry," he said. "We needed each other. Let's be honest."
She went into the kitchen and her heart was pounding wildly. Joe was rubbing his eyes still half asleep. When he smelled the good food cooking, he told her, "Hey, lover, all this for me?"
She wanted to chide him for calling her "lover" but she didn't dare because she loved to hear him say it. Trying to match the excitement that he felt, she smiled back at him.
"Yes," she said, "all this is for you, darling."
She placed the food before him and it didn't take long for him to devour the food. Then, she looked at him tensely.
"I've got to tell you something," she said.
"What mom?" he frowned, his eyes looking puzzled.
"I'll tell you," she said quietly. "I haven't had any love in a long time. I needed you. I needed you much more than I realized. I guess I had turned my life away from everybody when dad left me. I hated everybody. When I listened to you make love it brought it back to me how marvelously your father used to make love to me. I couldn't stand you doing it. Of course I always said that I didn't want you to get in with a bad girl. Joyce isn't that bad a girl. But your mother is the one that is no damn good."
"Joyce is a little tramp," he chuckled, "let's be honest."
"Why do you say that?" she said quickly.
"Because it's the truth," he told her.
"Forgive me for asking for sex with you. What you've done with her is another matter. What you've done with me, darling, was wrong. If people knew what we had done, they would hate us both. Do you understand?"
He shook his head and smiled.
"Oh, mom," he told her, "do you pay any attention to what people think? Is it important?"
"Yes, it is," she insisted, "very important. If you don't conform, you're an outsider. I've been an outsider all of my life, son. Your father forced it on me. Now, don't you go through what I went through."
"Don't worry about it mom," he said. "I've got a philosophy of my own."
"What is your philosophy, Joe?"
"Just this, mom," he said huskily, "if I enjoy it, it's alright. I enjoyed fucking you so that makes it alright"
She was stunned at the boldness and coldness of her son's viewpoint. "I can't have anything more to do with you."
"Sure you will, mom," he chuckled.
"I said I wouldn't and I mean it," she told him frankly.
"You want me to eat you don't you?" he said, opening his mouth and wiggling his tongue.
Suddenly it flashed in her mind that her husband used to like to use his tongue on her down there. He, her own son, was doing the same thing.
"Answer me, mom," he smiled, as he began licking his lips sensuously.
"I can't talk to you," she said, and she got up from the table and ran into the bedroom.
As she lay there, her body was racked with sobs. She heard him as he went running out of the house. She went to the window and watched as he went down the street carrying his tennis racquet. It bothered her no end to see him going but there was nothing at all she could do. She was tortured and tormented. She felt sick.
Meantime she knew that she had to talk to someone. She thought it would be wise if she called up a girlfriend and confided her problems to her.
Going over to the phone, she called her girlfriend, Gloria.
"Hi Gloria," she began.
"Why, Pat," Gloria began, "haven't heard from you for ages. Where have you been hiding."
"Oh, I've been awfully busy," she explained.
"Well, you must have been, darling," she said, "because I haven't heard a word from you."
"I've got to see you," she told her girlfriend.
"Well, I'm kind of busy," she said, "but if it's important I guess I could cancel one of my appointments."
"It's very important," she said gravely.
"Alright," she agreed, "we'll get together then. What time do you want to see me?"
"Well, this afternoon would be great," she said.
"Alright, baby," she said, "we'll get together this afternoon."
She had no idea what her girlfriend was going to say but she was eager to find out. Finally she managed to take her shower and get dressed. When she got over to her girlfriend's place she was wondering whether or not she dared talk about her problem. However, she thought she might as well as she knew it would drive her out of her mind if she couldn't speak to someone.
Going over to her girlfriend's house was a strain and a hard thing for her to do. But, she was sure that one way or another she would get the matter resolved.
Gloria greeted her affectionately.
"How are you, darling," she said, "haven't got too long to talk but we can have a good coffee chat."
Gloria went inside and then fixed some coffee. "You should make it Irish coffee for me," she said.
"Things are really tough when you're drinking again," she said.
"I can't help it," she said. "I need it."
"Tell me, honey," she said, "what's your problem?"
"I'll tell you in a minute," she said, sitting down.
Gloria prepared and served the coffee adding a little booze to Pat's. Then Pat felt like talking.
"Listen," she began, "what do you do when you've done something so terrible that you can't even go to a doctor?"
"What have you done, killed somebody?" she asked.
"I've had a wild sex affair," she said nervously.
"Now that's nothing to be uptight about," Gloria laughed. "Congratulate yourself. You haven't had a good time in a long time, baby. I told you what you needed was an affair."
"But no one would understand this one," she said.
"No one has to, honey," she said. "It always clears up tensions to have sex. It's really therapy."
"Not the kind of sex I'm talking about," she aaid.
Gloria gulped and looked down at her bosoms nervously.
"I certainly hope it's not with another woman," she said. "A lot of girls are trying that these days but that would be awful."
"No," she admitted, "it wasn't with another woman."
"Well, go ahead and tell me," she insisted, "I want to know."
"Alright," she finally said, "I will tell you."
She hesitated and then she blurted it out.
"I'm having sex with my son," she admitted.
"You're what?" Gloria said, angrily getting to her feet.
Gloria shook her head in disbelief.
"You mean you're having sex with your own son?" she asked again.
"Yes," she said, "I couldn't help it."
"Well, that's about the most disgusting thing I ever heard."
Then when she saw that her girlfriend wasn't saying another word because she felt so guilty and sick about it all, she realized that she had responded much too harshly.
"Oh, I'm sorry," she said, "but this is something that I'm just not familiar with. I guess I'm more conventional. Sure, I carry on plenty."
"I thought you did," Pat said, "that was why I thought I could tell you everything."
"I've done an awful lot of things, honey," she said, "but that's the type of thing that I know nothing of. I've never met anyone in my life who ever had sex with their own child."
"I suppose there is a special place in hell reserved for people like me," she said.
"Well, it isn't that," Gloria said, hedging, "it's just that it sounds so repellant. So disgusting."
"But it wasn't with him," she said, "he's such a handsome young man and sexually he is the reincarnation of his father."
"Haven't you forgotten that bastard yet?" Gloria snapped. "He was terrible to you, honey. How can you ever mention his name again?"
"When you love someone," she explained, "I guess you can forgive them for almost anything."
"I could never forgive him for not coming to visit his own son," she said, "and look what he's done to your life. That's why you've gone sick on sex."
Those words cut through her like a knife. "I can't help it, honey," she said, "but that's the way it is."
The more she thought about it the more upset she became. Then she looked at her girlfriend and said, "Now, baby doll, I want you to do this.
I want you to go to one of those headshrinkers. Tell him the terrible things you've been doing and maybe he can help you."
"It would help me to the funny farm," she commented, "that's what it would do. He would say I was definitely sick to have sex with my own son."
"Well, let's be honest, aren't you?" Gloria said softly.
"Yes, I suppose I am," she said.
Suddenly she thought of the philosophy of her son. The idea that if it felt good and he enjoyed it, it was automatically right. She thought she would mention this to her girlfriend to see her response.
"If you enjoy a thing," she said, "that makes it right."
"You are off your rocker," Gloria warned her. "Killers say they enjoy killing. That doesn't make it right."
"For them it does," she said, "that's why they kill, isn't it?"
Gloria shook her head in disbelief. She continued carrying the argument farther.
"There's nothing wrong with me doing it with him if we both enjoy it."
"Forget it," she snapped, "just because you enjoy something doesn't mean that you have a right to wreck your son's life. Frankly I don't think you give a damn about him. If you did you would have never had sex with him in the first place."
"I suppose you'd like to report me to the authorities?" she said.
Gloria told her frankly, "I wouldn't want to soil my hands with your situation.
"You know you're awfully self-righteous for a hooker," she said.
"Look," she said, "there's the door and you're free to leave any time you want to. Okay?"
"Leave me alone," she said.
"I mean it," she said angrily. "I'm sick and tired of this crap."
"Don't call it crap," Pat warned her. "I have just as big a right to do as I want to do as you have. My body belongs to me and my son's body belongs to him. If he wants to ball me, that's his business. That's my business."
"But you came to talk to me about it, didn't you, baby?" she reminded her.
"Sure I did," she told her, "because I thought you'd be understanding."
"You are not going to find anybody who's going to be that understanding."
"Listen, baby," she said, "I want to tell you something. When you go to tell another person what you're doing, you'd better make sure that you carry vomit bags along with you because that's what anybody would want to do."
"Goodbye," Pat told Gloria, "and good luck."
"Take care," Gloria said, "and I hope that you listened to what I told you because you are going to bitterly regret the mistakes you're making."
She realized that she was making a terrible mistake, but there was nothing that could stop her from pursuing the path she had started on.
"It must be nice to be such a perfect person," she told Gloria snidely, "that you never have to feel guilty. Actually, baby, I congratulate you. It really must be nice out there on Mt. Olympus."
"Goodbye," Gloria said, as she closed the door on her.
She was grateful to be away, however, she was furious. It really got to her that this woman would be so cold, so inconsiderate and so impossible. She was alone with her own troubled thoughts. Having listened to her son talking about eating her, she was thinking of this now. The more she thought about it the more excited and stimulated she became.
Going home the first thing she did was to go to her bedroom and look for lace panties and lace bra. She hadn't worn them in years. She thought it would be a good idea to have them on as it would make her feel sexier. Then she thought she might enjoy herself if her son asked for sex. This was what she wanted more than anything. This was what she was determined to get. It was indeed a difficult thing that this situation was as it was. Nevertheless, she had made up her mind that she was going to do what she was going to do. She didn't care whether or not her erotic desires clashed with what was good for her son or not.
She decided that she would take a little rest as she was tired. She lay down and fell asleep. In her sleep she was troubled. She was dreaming all the time and her mind seemed as if it wouldn't stop running. It was as if her mind was a locomotive and it was going swiftly down the tracks. When she finally woke up, it was getting near dark and her son wasn't back yet. This bugged her. She had no idea what she would say to him but she was certain in her mind that she was going to have some sexual relationships with him or bust. When he didn't come home and didn't come home, she worried. She got up and fixed herself something to eat. Then, she lay down and turned on the television. The television show was a comedy but she didn't feel like laughing. She wanted to cry. Still, Joe didn't come back. It bothered her that she had ever mentioned it to Gloria. Finally, she decided that she would call her girlfriend up.
Gloria answered the phone.
"Gloria," she told her, "I'm sorry I ever mentioned it to you. Promise me you'll never tell anybody."
"I wouldn't think of telling anybody," Gloria said. "I think it's the most disgusting thing I've ever heard and I would never repeat it."
"Thanks for being so understanding," she said, her voice quivering with emotion.
Gloria didn't answer that remark, she hung up instead.
Feeling more alone than ever before she went out to the kitchen and looked at the various cleaning fluids under the sink. She wished she could mix some in a drink. That might be a way to make an exit from her troubles. She was just about to reach under there when she heard the door open and her son come in.
CHAPTER TWO
She hurried to greet him.
"Joe, darling, where have you been?"
"What's it to you?" he said.
She knew that he had been drinking from the look in his eyes. They were red and glazed.
"Joe, you've been drinking," she said.
"Well, I guess if I can fuck my mother, I can drink too," he said.
"Don't talk like that, Joe," she said.
"I'm sorry, mom," he said, "but your little Joey had too friendly a mother."
"Oh, Joey, forgive me," she said, "but I just got carried away."
His eyes brightened.
"You got carried away," he chuckled. "What do you think I did? I wanted to fuck you. I wanted to fuck my own mother. Motherfucker. The world is a place full of cracked motherfuckers."
"Oh, Joey baby," she wept bitterly, "you mustn't talk like that. With every bit of passion I could feel for anyone, I gave myself to you. Don't you understand?"
"Sure I understand," he told her, "and it really burns me up."
He was hot to have her now and he told her so.
"I want to put honey in your pussy, mom," he bubbled.
"You'll do no such thing," she snapped. He moved slowly and calculatingly going into the kitchen and opened a cabinet drawer and pulled out a container of honey.
"I'll make it nice and sweet," he laughed. Now that he had the honey container in his hand he glowered at her. "Now, baby," he told her, "just get set for something nice to slip between your legs."
"I'll be damned if you're going to do that to me," she snapped angrily. "Get away from me."
"I could make an awful lot of trouble for you if I went around telling people that you and I had sex together."
"That's blackmail, son," she said.
"Well, you're forcing me into a corner, mom," he grinned. "I want what I want when I want it. Now, I want to eat your pussy."
His eyes sparkled as he looked at her.
"What else can I do," she shrugged.
"Now, you're playing it cool," he said. "Let's go into the bedroom."
When they got into the bedroom she slowly took off her clothes. There was a battle going on inside of her. Part of her wanted to have sex with him and another part didn't want to.
"Just take it easy, mom," he smiled quietly.
"You little bastard," she told him.
"Now is that any way for a nice mama to talk to a son?" he laughed.
"You're not being much of a son to me," she told him.
"Sure I am, mom," he told her, "you just don't appreciate me."
"I'm on to you," she said angrily.
"Now, relax," he insisted, "we're just going to have some fun."
He was taking off all of his clothes now and he waited and watched her undress. When she slid out of her skirt and blouse and he got a load of her lace panties and bra, he laughed.
"What are you laughing at?" she asked him.
"All that imagine lace stuff," he said. "That's for the birds."
Tears streamed down her face as she realized what a crude, rough character he was.
"Now what did I say to get you uptight?" he demanded.
"Nothing," she said brushing a tear aside. He didn't wait for her to pull her panties off as he was too hot and eager for action. "Hurry up," he said.
She peeled off her panties and lay on the bed. Then, he slipped the nozzle of the honey container between her pussy lips. He squeezed it and her pussy was suddenly juicy.
"Oh, mom," he gasped excitedly, "is this ever going to be fun!"
She lay on the bed as if in a trance. Then, he got down there below her.
"Spread for me, mom," he said, "spread."
She spread for him and then he got his face down there and started licking. As he licked away at her slit he breathed heavily. His heart was pounding rapidly as the excitement surged through his body.
"Oh, stop it," she complained.
"Don't talk if you can't say anything good," he told her frankly.
Now he was really stimulated and so was she. The hot tongue was stabbing away and every moment he was getting more and more excited.
"Oh, son," she said, "eat me. Eat me."
To her great surprise she loved the feel of her son's tongue stabbing away at her most intimate area.
"Keep that up," she begged, "I love it."
The hot tongue stabbed away urgently now and slit was enjoying it more every moment.
"Eat it," she cried. "Eat my pussy. Eat it, baby, eat it!"
It was such a remarkable thing to be enjoying such erotic fantasies come to life with her own son.
"Ohh, Joey baby," she panted, "mama loves it. Oh, let your tongue go in there. Harder, honey. That's it. Hit the love button."
His tongue hit the love button alright, and her body quivered with emotion and delight.
"Keep doing it darling," she begged. "That's it. We're almost there. Oh, honey, I love it!"
The passionate pleasure he was enjoying now was increasing every moment. He knew that it wouldn't be much longer now until he came.
"Eat it," she panted, as his tongue stiffened and stabbed away.
She was amazed what delight this connection could create. She knew it was wrong and that added to the pleasure of it.
"Eat it," she begged. "Eat it, baby. Eat it!"
Now he gripped her ass-cheeks and held on while he buried his face in her mound. His tongue stabbed in piston precision as he licked the velvety walls of her vagina clean.
"Eat it, baby," she panted. "Eat it, baby."
He ate it alright and she was out of her mind with delight.
Never before had she experienced such sexual delight. Never before had her emotions been so uninhibited, so totally released. To think, it had to happen with her son. Feeling guilty as hell, she had done nothing wrong. Over and over she told herself that he had to learn with someone and she was clean and careful. She kept telling herself that she was putting love, feeling, passion and purity into their sex, thus, justifying it in her own warped mind.
When he finally withdrew his tongue from her vagina, he smiled at her.
"How'd you like me, mom?" he grinned.
"Joey," she said, "you were marvelous. Why don't you straddle my face and give me your cock?"
"I thought you'd never ask," he grinned.
Moving forward eagerly, he held his hot thighs over her face.
She looked up at him and the view from this angle was impressive. There were his jiggling big balls swelling and his giant size male member. She gripped it tightly in her hand and squeezed.
"Easy does it," he told her.
Now she was becoming more and more excited.
"Come on and eat me," he begged.
She licked the head of his quivering male member and then opening her mouth slowly, slid it over the shaft.
"Oh, mom," he panted, "you know just how to do me!"
As her hot tongue flicked over the head of his cock, he became more and more excited.
"Faster, baby," he begged. "Oh, yes, mom, that's what I like. Oh, ah, faster baby, faster!"
Her fingers were manipulating his testicles and her mouth was working over his cock. Next, she slipped a finger up his ass-hole. That added to the pleasure.
"Oh, mom," he gasped in delight, "you're a real fabulous lover."
Hearing the compliments from him got her going.
"Ohh, ah, yes, baby, yes, give it to me!" He enjoyed seeing her lips fastened on his cock.
"Gobble me," he gasped. "Gobble it!"
All at once she felt the head of his shaft sliding to the back of her throat. Grabbing her head roughly, he guided himself as he gave her a fast throat fuck.
"This is what I want," he panted. "Baby, do it. Do it like they do in the movies."
Furiously he pitched his penis into her now and his balls were riding her chin. She knew it wouldn't be much longer till he exploded.
"Oh, I'm cuming," he panted excitedly. "I made it. Eat it. Eat my juice!"
A flood of white cum flashed into her mouth and she gobbled him down.
"That's what I want," he panted. "Oh, yes, baby, do me!"
The super sensations that flooded her being as she ate her son's juice, had her stimulated completely.
Sliding her finger out of his ass-hole and holding on to his penis with her mouth, she gripped his ass cheeks and held on.
"Ohh," he groaned in delight, "gobble it!"
When he had finished juicing in her face, he slowly withdrew. Reluctantly she released his penis to him. It had been such an exciting, sensational experience that she hated to stop.
"Oh, baby," he panted, "what a wild time we had."
The pleasure that they had experienced together had opened new vistas of sexual delight, sexual fantasy, sexual satisfaction for her.
He pulled off and lay beside her and twiddled with her breasts.
"Now," he laughed, "you can't make such a fuss when I bring my chicks home."
She could hardly believe her ears. The reason that she had continued having sex with him was to keep him away from these disgusting girls that would lead him astray.
"Honey," she said, "you can't be sincere."
"I was sincere when I screwed you," he told her "and I'll be sincere when I screw my girl."
"But, baby," she told him, "those cheap little sluts that you make it with don't give a damn about you. They are probably peddling their pussies all over the place. From what I've been reading you'd better be careful."
"What are you talking about, mom?" he chuckled, knowing full well what she meant.
"I'm not trying to scare you," she said, "but the VD rate at your high school is appalling."
"Isn't it terrible?" he said. "That's why I have to do it with just one girl."
"No," she said, "I'll do anything that she will do and I can do it better."
"You sound like you're trying to compete with my chick," he complained.
"Maybe I am," she said evenly.
"Now that's absurd," he insisted. "I love you like a mother. Of course, this isn't exactly mother and son love, is it?"
A puzzled frown formed on his face as the guilt tortured him.
"No, it isn't," she said, "it's something beyond that."
"Beyond what?" he demanded.
"Beyond the bounds of our narrow-minded morality," she said quickly.
"People are kind of narrow-minded aren't they," he said.
"You bet your ass they are, honey," she said, tapping him playfully on his buttocks.
"Mom," he said, "do you think dad would kill you if he came back and caught you making it with me?"
"Don't think such horrible thoughts," she said nervously.
"He could be a mean bastard, couldn't he?"
Joey chuckled.
"You bet he could," she said. "When he would come in after a Saturday night drunk he was awful."
"Well," he said, "don't get your balls in an uproar. I'm not going to bring her into my bedroom and screw her. I'll do it out on the sofa."
"That's very considerate of you, son," she said.
She was thinking of another tactic now to dissuade him from having sex with any other woman. For now, it wasn't going after son, it was female going after male. In this battle of the sexes no holds were barred.
"I should warn you of something, honey," she said coyly.
"What now, mom?" he said.
"Well, my brother got in trouble," she said.
"Sure, he was an old drunk," he chuckled.
"No, Peter wasn't an old drunk," she said nervously. "Peter was very trusting."
"He was a lecherous damn fool,"" Joey said bluntly.
"Well, he got taken in by the town whore. I warned him that if he had sex with Stella he would be in trouble. And you know what?"
"Tell me," he said, "I know you're trying to put the fear of God in me."
"Thafs not true," she said quickly. "I'm only trying to make you realize how serious these things can become. Well, it happened this way. Stella and Peter were screwing in the park and just a couple of days later she went to him and told him that she had the rabbit test."
"And what happened?" he asked.
"She was pregnant, naturally," she said.
"So old Peter had to pay for the baby?" he asked.
"No," she said, "he had to pay for the abortion."
"Well, at least he didn't have to bring up the kid," he smiled.
"But worse. The state would provide everything for the child but the man has to provide for the abortion."
"I see where he made his mistake," he laughed.
Then she looked daggers at him.
"What do you mean, Joey?"
"I mean this," he laughed, "the mistake that was made was when he didn't let her have the baby. She could be making money and he could have a child. There's nothing. wrong with that. What do you think they have food stamps for?"
"Have you no pride?" she asked.
"Look, mom," he said, "everybody else is being subsidized, why can't I have a few kids of mine subsidized?"
"I've gone out and worked my fingers to the bone to make a decent living for you dear," she said. "I've even worked in a laundry and you don't show much gratitude."
"Gratitude," he said, "you've just given me a lot of flack all my life. No wonder dad ran away from you. He couldn't take it any longer. He had a reason to disappear. If you go on making any more trouble for me, I'll show you I can disappear too."
"Get lost creep," she said angrily.
"And don't you call me creep anymore," he shot back. "I'll smoke pot. I'll fuck every chick in the school if you call me creep once more."
"Creep," she shrieked.
That did it. Joey got off the bed. He hastily slid into his shorts.
"Where are you going?" she demanded coyly.
"None of your damn business," he snapped.
"Is that any way to talk to your mother?" she demanded.
"You're some mom," he said. "Nobody would believe it."
"Believe what, Joey?" she smiled smugly. "That you wanted sex with me."
"Well, if nobody would believe it, darling," she said quickly, "then you'd better not tell them.
They might think something is wrong with you. Your upper story, honey."
"Goodbye, mom," he said.
He walked out and slammed the door. She ran down the hall naked after him.
"Joey," she cried out, "come back here, darling. Come back here, baby."
Joey didn't respond to her. He was too angry.
"Go to hell," he called, as he went out the door.
She went back to her room and it was a mess, but not any more of a mess than her own twisted mind. She picked up her lace panties and bra and thought to herself how she had gotten these for her husband. She had never used them before he disappeared. The only time she ever did use them was with her son and now he had vanished. She hoped that he would come back. This time she vowed that he would never ask for more sex.
She called up her girlfriend, Gloria, to tell her the latest thing that happened.
"Gloria," she said with a quivering voice.
"Not interested," Gloria said. "Sorry."
She hung up to prove how really disinterested she was. It really got to Pat that she was in this situation. Yet, there was nothing she could do about it. She was tormented and troubled.
"Oh, baby," she said to herself, "how did you ever get in this mess?"
She looked at herself in the mirror and admired her reflection.
"Not bad," she said putting her hand on her hip.
Glancing down at her crotch she could almost see her son's hot tongue stabbing away. Moments before they had been very happy. Now, they were tormented. Slowly she slid into her panties. If he came back she wanted to be dressed in the most teasing, tantalizing costume she could wear. Maybe she could entice him into bed with her, and then he would forget the terrible things he had said.
Slipping into her panties and bra she went out and fixed herself a drink. She didn't bother to mix it as she wasn't in the mood for a mixed drink. She wanted the bitter taste of bourbon. It made her wiggle her tongue in her mouth.
"Oh, God that's bitter," she complained. She downed it and turned on a TV talk show. A panel host was interviewing a celebrity. An older woman who was famous for her sex image. A young man walked on to the stage and the host suggested, "How would you like the key to her bedroom?"
The blonde movie sex image played it coyly, "I don't know what you're talking about."
"I sure could use her key," the man laughed.
"Haven't you got it in reverse," the announcer broke up laughing, "she needs your key. Get it?"
Suddenly the screen went blank. An announcer's voice came over the screen.
"Ladies and gentlemen," he said, "we have momentarily interrupted this show. We will return in a moment."
"Sorry about that," the announcer laughed at his audience, "but there is many a slip twixt the tongue and the TV audience."
He went on interviewing the blonde star and the conversation continued along the same vein.
"I don't mind having boyfriends who are young men," the actress continued, "but sex is another thing."
"Miss Lamont," the announcer chuckled, "you mean that if you had a chance to take a buddy boy to bed you wouldn't-you know what I mean?"
She looked at him and shook her head. Then the young man looked at her warmly.
"I think older women have a lot of advantages," he grinned. "They know how to do a lot of things that younger women would never think of. Don't they say experience is the best teacher and doesn't that apply to sex as well as cooking?"
"She's a very good cook," the announcer laughed. "I know because I've tasted some of her,-her cooking."
The double entendre meaning was obvious. He was beeped off again and the TV control office came on.
"That's about it," they said, "we're putting Shirley Temple on in one of her favorite hits, 'Bright Eyes'. "
She turned off the television and went back to her bourbon.
Then as she glanced out of the window she saw her son Joe walking up to the house with a cheap girl. The girl was obviously nothing that he really desired. It was only something to tease and torment her as the girl was pudgy and not pretty. She had stringy hair and a look about her as if she hadn't changed her dress in a week.
Hastily slipping into her bedroom she rushed back once more to pick up the bourbon bottle. Just for the hell of it she turned on the movie. When the two of them came in there, the girl giggled.
"My favorite movie star," she laughed. "Oh, I love a Shirley Temple picture."
"I thought you would, baby," he said. "Do you mind if I have something to eat while you're watching the movie?"
"Oh, that wouldn't be nice," she said, turning off the TV.
"Baby," he said, "I'd like to have you go down on me. I think it would be a lot of fun if I sat here and smoked my pot while I watched you do me.
"Oh, that's fantabulous," she giggled. "I think that's just super."
That did it. Joey's mother was outraged. Slipping into a kimona she glanced down the hall. Then she saw what was happening. The girl was unzipping her son's fly. It was the most disgusting spectacle she had ever seen. Reaching in she fingered his balls and brought them out too.
"Let it all hang out, honey," he chuckled.
She let it all hang out alright, and then she asked for a puff of his cigarette first.
"Just two," he said, "and then I want you to do me.
"I'm a blow job artist," she smiled. "That's what the boys at school say."
"That's a good recommend, honey," he said, "now go down and do me."
Grasping his mainstem she slid her mouth over his penis. He watched closely as she focused her action on the head of it. She held on tightly as her tongue laved the head.
"Oh, that's beautiful," he gasped excitedly. "That's just the way I like it. Do me, baby, do me!"
She wasn't going to take much longer now and he was going out of his gourd with delight as he watched.
"Keep that up, baby," he panted. "Oh, wow!"
Faster and faster her mouth worked over his shaft.
"Oh, baby," he panted, "that's beautiful."
The super sensations that were flooding through him now had him dizzy with delight. He was puffing his cigarette and watching her sliding her mouth up and down on his cock.
Grabbing her head he guided her.
"You're doing it too fast," he explained.
Pulling her mouth off his cock she complained, "You don't tell me how to give blow jobs."
"Why not, honey?" he asked.
"Because I know how to give them," she said. "I don't know too much about my school work but I know how to do this."
"Is that how you're working your way through high school?" he chuckled.
"Never you mind," she said, "but I'm not going to slip my mouth over it again if you're going to complain anymore."
"I promise," he said with a sly smile, as he watched her licking it like an ice cream cone.
Now she was eager for it. Bending over she let her tongue lick quickly.
"Oh, wow," he panted. "That's what I like. Keep it up baby, keep it up!"
The pleasure was building. He enjoyed it more every second.
"Oh, wow. Yes, baby, yes. That's the way to do it!"
The super sensations that were flooding through him were driving him out of his mind.
"Oh, do me, darling," he begged. "Yes, baby, that's the way, all the way down!"
He could hardly stand it, it was so tremendous. Then, she used her teeth effectively.
"Oh, you nibble beautifully," he complimented her.
She used her hands to agitate his balls. He loved the sensation of her fingertips on his testicles.
"Come on, baby," he smiled, "do it. All the way!"
He spoke plenty loudly as he wanted his mother to hear. That was half the pleasure of doing it. He was a rebellious kid and he had tried to defy her for a long time. He always suspected she was doing things in her bedroom when she would bring men home from the bar at 2 A.M. He had never been able to catch her, as she was quiet about it. Nevertheless, he was sure that that was what she ws doing.
"Eat me," he cried in passionate delight.
She licked the head quickly and then the moment of truth. His rocks went off and she got a mouthful.
"Oh, I can't stand it," he gasped excitedly. "I'm cuming."
Sure enough his repeater Peter was shooting and as the steady stream of hot, white cum flashed into her mouth, she gulped joyously.
"Ohh, wow!" he panted.
Now, Pat was so furious that she wanted to go out and begin slugging her son. She didn't blame the unfortunate victim of his tormenting sexual acts.
But he didn't stop. All of the sudden he was suggesting something.
"How would you like for me to eat your pussy?" he laughed.
"Oh, that would be frantic," she panted eagerly.
Glancing out Pat could see the girl slipping her absurd panties off. Then, he knelt and grabbed her legs and buried his head in her mound.
"Do it, baby," she begged. "Do it."
She didn't have to tell him for he was most aggravated by his mother. The desire to torture her some more prompted him to stab his tongue into the girl's pussy over and over as she had never been loved there before. Of course, she couldn't understand it. All she knew was that her vagina walls were getting a workout such as they had never seen.
The tongue stiffened and stabbed at her clitoris. Electrical, sexual waves surged through her body as she tingled from the top of her head to the tip of her toes. She was groaning and moaning in passionate delight. With every sound of her pleasure, torture surfaced in his mother who was watching.
"Oh, you pussy-eater," she panted. "You know how to make a girl happy. Oh, what a tongue man. Tongue it, baby, tongue it. Oh, yes, wowie!"
The super sensations that were surging through her now, had her grinding her hips.
"Oh, ah, yes, yes, baby, yes!"
The pleasure was building until he knew that she would juice. He slowed down the tempo of his tongue stabbing action to prolong the moment of climax.
Each second of their pleasure seemed like years of torture to his mother, as she stood there pressing her fingernails into her fingers. She thought to herself of ways to get even. She wouldn't let the little bastard get by with this. Not pretty Pat who could attract men like that. She was used to having men adore her. Drop at their feet and beg for more. Now, to behold such a sick and sorry spectacle as this cheap, little tramp with her wonderful son, down there on his knees putting his face next to her mound, using his tongue to stab into her most personal, her most intimate area, revolted her completely.
"I'm cuming," she cried as she climaxed. "I made it."
To herself she thought, "How the hell could you help but make it with all the vengeance he put into that tongue stabbing action.
Now it wouldn't be much longer. It was far too long for Pat.
Withdrawing his tongue, he got to his feet and kissed her.
"That's a revolting kiss," his mother thought.
When the girl looked up at Joey, she panted, "Ohh, Joey, you're a real tiger. I never knew that you could love like that. No one ever told me what a super duper lover you were."
"I'm not bad, am I baby?" he grinned, his eyes aglow with delight.
"You were tremendous," she assured him.
At this point, Pat couldn't stand it any longer. She started walking down the hall but as she got closer she decided that she didn't dare move. She could just hear him asking her if she was jealous. If the girl ever got wind of what had gone on between them, their reputations would both be ruined. This fear held her back. She listened to the small talk that he was making as the girl went on giggling and telling him about some delicious, awful orgies.
"You've never attended one of our high school orgies, have you Joey?" she asked.
"No," he told her, "do they have things like that?"
"All the time, baby doll," she said.
"Oh I would love to go to one of those things," he told her. "We would really have a time of it."
"Sure we could, darling," she said.
She was slipping into her horrid looking panties and patting him on the face affectionately.
"I hope your mom wasn't around," the girl said.
"You don't have to worry about my mom," he chuckled. "She's real broadminded."
"Well, there aren't many parents who are and I really am happy to hear that she is a wise one."
"Oh, she's real cool," he chuckled. "She thinks it's good for me to run around and get experience. She knows experience is the best teacher and she doesn't want me to grow up ignorant."
"You're the most knowledgeable man on sex, Joe, I've ever had."
"Considering how many men you've had," he chuckled, "that's quite a compliment."
"It really is," she said, "cause I took on the whole football team one night."
"I'll bet you made out alright, didn't you?" he laughed.
"Well, they gave me a dollar for each," she said.
"What did you do?" he asked.
"A quickie blow job," she said. "Of course I couldn't put much into it because it was an assembly line fuck."
"I understand," he said.
"And I can tell you one thing too, Joey," she complimented him, "you really are tremendous. I've tasted all those flavors and you taste best."
"Well thank you, honey," he said.
"Did you enjoy me?" she giggled.
"Well sure I did," he said.
"Would you recommend me?" she giggled.
"Oh, sure baby," he said. "I would give you a testimonial."
"In writing?" she asked slyly.
"Well, not in writing, baby doll," he said, "that wouldn't be nice."
"Now, don't be a goody, goody two-shoes," she giggled. "I'm so sick of these people who are pre-revolution."
"Pre-revolution?" he asked the girl, puzzled.
"Why yes, baby," she said, "pre-sex revolution. Everything is changing now and what was out yesterday is in today. Just like me. A girl like me wouldn't have been vrted as homecoming queen yesterday. They would have considered me a slut."
"Well, baby doll," he said, "you've helped more guys cum, so it's natural that you be picked as homecoming queen."
That made her laugh.
"Oh, you're a riot," she said.
"So are you, baby," he told her. "A super chick. As a matter-of-fact you ought to write up your sexual experiences for English Lit."
"Miss Cambridge would have a fit," she giggled. "She's an old crank. She doesn't know where it's at."
"I know it," he told her, "I don't think Miss Cambridge has ever been fucked."
"Not unless she's used a hand-held dildo," she giggled.
"You've got a real dirty mind," he said. "That's why I'm so popular," she nodded. "That's probably the truth, baby," he said. "My motto is, keep your pussy clean, but keep your sex dirty."
"I read you, baby," he said, "and my motto is, keep your cock hard and your mouth, your ass and your pussy open."
"Oh, you're a triple threat," she giggled.
"I take it any way I can," he told her. "I have no inhibitions."
"Oh, everybody has some inhibitions," she said. "Take me for example. There are a lot of things I wouldn't do."
"Name one," he laughed.
"I'll tell you one," she said. "I'd never fuck a dog."
"Have you ever refused one," he chuckled.
"Sure I did," she said. "The football team tried to get me to screw a dog. I refused. They offered me $10 if I would. I admit the $10 was tempting but I didn't think it was nice."
"Well," he told her, "I've got to hand it to you. You're a real puritan."
"I think so," she said, "I have my scruples."
"Not many, honey," he chuckled, "but I guess you do have a few."
"Precious few," she said, "but after all is life a ball?"
"When you live the way we do, baby," he said, "it is."
"Do you think we're doing wrong?" she asked. From the hall a voice answered, "yes."
"Who was that?" the girl asked.
"Nobody," Joey laughed, as he hurried her out of the house.
CHAPTER THREE
Now, Pat Alexander was furious. She had practically destroyed a good relationship with her son, but more than that she had revealed to him just how jealous she was. Realizing this, she could hardly stand it as she was left alone while her son and the cheap girl he brought home with him were gone.
She began imagining all sorts of things. She wondered if this young girl was a hooker. She wondered if her mother was too. She could imagine the two of them making love to her beautiful boy. This tormented and tortured her. She could not get to sleep. She began lighting cigarettes one after the other. Finally, she heard the door open.
"Honey, is that you," she called out.
"No, mom," he chuckled, "it's Mr. Clean."
"Oh, baby," she said, "I worried about you."
"Please don't," he informed her.
"Why not?" she demanded. "You could get in so much trouble."
It was beginning to bother her more and more now. Then she realized that perhaps there was nothing she could do about it and she changed her line of attack.
"Maybe you'd like to bring someone home, honey," she said. "A boyfriend. Wouldn't it be good if you had a boyfriend visit instead of a girlfriend?"
"What for?" he asked.
"Well, you can't have sexual relationships all the time," she explained. "If you had a young boyfriend, you could join him and go to sports events. Wouldn't that be wonderful?"
"Oh, I don't know," he said. "I could take my chick."
"Yes, you could," she said, "but I think it would be far better for you, honey, if you had some male companionship too."
All the time that she was talking she was thinking. She decided that the best way to teach him would be to give him a dose of his own medicine. She knew that this could be accomplished if he would fall into the trap that she was carefully, artfully laying for him.
"Now, honey," she said, "will you do as I say."
"Yes, mom," he said, "I'll bring Chuck over."
"Is Chuck a sports enthusiast?" she asked him. "He certainly is, mom," he said, "he's on the football team in high school."
"How nice," she said, "it's such a shame that you flunked out."
"My grades weren't high enough, mom," he said. "Remember that. It wasn't that I'm not good enough to be on the team. Don't you forget it."
"Of course," she said.
As he listened to her, he realized that she had something in mind but he couldn't figure out what it was.
"Aren't you going to bawl me out?" he demanded.
"Now, why should I dear? she laughed. "If that's what you want. That's what you want."
"I heard you in here," he said, "and I don't think it was very nice of you to almost barge out on me."
"Well, I didn't, did I?" she told him.
"Well, no," he said, "but you almost did."
"Don't be so difficult with me, dear," she said. "I've tried my very best to help you."
"Well, mom," he said, "I've got to go to bed. I've had a pretty wild night."
"That's the truth," she said.
He went to bed but he found it very difficult to sleep for he was thinking about his mother. Strangely he had to admit to himself that she had been a better fucker than the girl he brought home. This bothered him. Over and over the word "mother-fucker" kept repeating in his mind like a tape that was stuck. At last he got to sleep. However, Pat Alexander couldn't sleep. She heard everything outside, and when some dogs started barking she became so outraged that she got off the bed and went outside and shouted at them to be quiet.
That brought a neighbor lady out.
"Don't wake us up," the neighbor lady yelled at her.
"Keep your damn dogs quiet," she shrieked back.
Going back into the house she tried to sleep but still it wouldn't come. Then she began thinking about her husband. What if he reappeared on the scene? This thought tormented her. She knew that he would have one hell of a fit if he ever caught her having sex with their son. She banished this thought from her mind and finally about 8 o'clock in the morning drifted off to sound sleep.
When young Joey got up, he didn't bother to waken her. He fixed his own breakfast and hurried off to school. At school he got talking to Chuck and he remembered what his mother said about having some male friends as well as his fucking girlfriends.
"You know, Chuck," he smiled, "we ought to go together to some sports events."
"That would be a blast," Chuck said. "I've wondered why you've never suggested going. I've suggested it but you've always said you were tied up with a girlfriend or something.
"Well, I shouldn't be doing so much screwing around," he admitted. "I ought to tame down a little."
"Sports are a lot of fun," he told him. "Come on and enjoy yourself."
They went over to the high school patio lunch counter and ordered orange juice. Then, Chuck told him about a girl he had discovered.
"You know I went out with Betty Bradford," he smiled, "and what a chick she turned out to be. I thought she was one of those chicks who wouldn't give. Boy, how wrong I was!"
"So you had a pretty good time, hey," he said.
"You bet your ass I did," he said. "We did everything. I mean we did the 69 and then some other stuff I've never done before."
Just then the counselor, Mr. Martinez, stepped over.
"Can I join your discussion, boys?" he asked.
"Sure," Chuck laughed, "who did you ball this weekend?"
"Don't you kids ever think of anything else besides sex?" he demanded.
"Now, don't fool me, Mr. Martinez," Chuck laughed, "you like to fuck too. Sure you do. You've got a wife and you don't have to worry about getting any. You always have a piece of ass available."
"Now look," Martinez said, "that's no way to talk to your instructor. After all, don't you have any respect for yourself even if you don't have any for me?"
"Come off it," Chuck laughed. "I don't dig this hypocrite stuff."
"It's not hypocrite stuff," he insisted, "you boys should be home, doing your homework."
"That's for the birds," he said. "Too many guys have graduated from college already."
The bell sounded and the boys went back to class. Chuck assured his friend Joey that they would get together for a football game the following Saturday night.
Joey always hated to go to the next class. It was a class in health and hygiene. The instructor was always trying to make life miserable.
"Now students," the teacher began, "I want to make one point perfectly clear. That is, I'm not trying to take a moral stand one way or the other. All I can say is this, here at our high school we had a VD checkup two weeks ago. The results were not gratifying. About 90 percent of you had VD.
A round of laughter went through the classroom.
"That is not a very good score," he said.
The students were silent for a moment.
"What do you recommend?" a young girl who was chewing bubble gum in the front row asked him.
"I recommend this," he said, "that all of you stop playing around. This sex stuff has gone too far."
Again there was laughter.
"I'm tired of hearing about all of these pregnancies in this school," he said.
Just then the foolish young girl who was snapping her bubble gum raised her hand.
"What is it?" he asked the girl.
"And to think I was planning to name my child after you if it were a boy."
That brought another wave of laughter across the room.
"That isn't funny," he snapped angrily.
"I don't think it's funny having a baby either," she said, "especially not in school. They used to let you drop out. Now they make you go to that old pregnancy class and it's tough getting in there because it's so crowded."
"That'll be enough," he said.
He gave a written assignment and discontinued talking to the students. He was becoming so disgusted that he could hardly stand it.
That night when Joey went home, his mother had a big meal prepared for him.
"What's the occasion?" he asked her.
"For what, honey?" she asked.
"For this big spread," he said. "You up to something?"
"Gratitude," she said. "I'm under suspicion because I fixed a good meal for you."
"Well, you do it so seldom," he told her frankly, "that it's no wonder you're under suspicion."
"No honey," she said, "I just felt as though I hadn't been a perfect mom to you and I'm trying to make up for it. I'm so sorry for the way that I've acted."
As he looked at her, she could see how confused he was. He could hardly look at her straight in the face and she knew that he was uptight.
"Now, honey," she told him, "you need to relax."
"I don't know what makes me so nervous," he said.
"Nervousness reflects fears," she said, "and I can help you."
"Can you, mom?" Joey asked her.
"Certainly, darling," she said. "Let me massage you."
"I didn't know that you knew how to give a massage," he told her.
"Well, I do, honey," she said. "Now, why don't you just do this. You stretch out in the bedroom and, of course, take off all of your clothes and I will relax you."
She said it huskily as the idea of having an opportunity to see him naked turned her on.
"Now this is not for sex," he reminded her.
"Why no, of course not."
After dinner they were ready and he followed her into the bedroom.
"Now I hope you'll do a good job because I really am uptight," he told her.
"Your father said I was good enough to be in the business," she said.
"What business, mom?" he said suggestively.
"Really, dear," she said, "if I didn't know that you had a twisted sense of humor I would be furious."
"Consider it a compliment, mom," he said. "That's where all the money is."
He began undressing and as he did so she got more and more excited.
"Take off everything, honey," she said, as he retained his shorts.
"Alright," he agreed.
He slid out of his shorts and then his telltale hard-on was revealed.
"Is this what you wanted to see?" he said, grabbing his penis.
"Why, dear," she said, "I don't like you're doing that. You know, mother doesn't appreciate vulgarity."
"Grabbing my cock and holding it up to you isn't vulgarity," he said, "it's what you wanted to see. Doesn't it look good?"
"Get over there," she said coolly.
He got on the bed and stretched out.
"Now breathe deeply in and out," she suggested.
He did that and he was amazed that he did feel more relaxed.
"Now that's better," she said. "Just relax."
As he continued lying there he felt her hands massaging all over him. She was rubbing him with oil. He liked the feel of oil on his back.
"That feels good, mom," he smiled.
"Good honey," she said.
Now, she was rubbing vigorously up and down his spine until it tingled.
"Oh, that's great," he told her eagerly.
"Sure it does, darling," she told him. "Mother knows how to help you."
Suddenly she got a wild idea as she let her hands wander over his buttocks smoothly. Massaging them vigorously she saw him getting really turned on.
"You know, honey," she said, "I could brush my breasts over your buttocks."
"Say that would be a good massage," he said. "Why don't you do it for me."
"Alright, love," she said.
It didn't take her long to get out of her dress. Then when she was naked except for her panties, she massaged some of the oil over her breasts. Then she bent over and brushed her oily breasts over his buttocks. He loved the sensation and he felt his spine tingling with sexual ecstasy.
"Oh, mom," he panted, "that's fantastic. Keep that up!"
She massaged vigorously with her hands as she continued pressing her bosoms on his behind.
"Oh, mom," the young boy panted, "that feels great when you slide your hand down between my ass."
She used her hand to slip down between his ass-cheeks which were oily and slippery.
"I'm rubbing your prostate, honey," she told him. "That's real good for you. Daddy used to love that," she said.
"I love it too," he told her. "Oh, wow!"
The pleasure was beginning to surface now and he could hardly stand it.
"Oh, keep that up," he told her. "Keep doing it."
Faster and faster she massaged and then she pulled down farther and buried her face between his buttocks.
"Oh, wow!" he panted. "Let me turn over so I can turn on."
She moved off him a moment and then she gripped his proud penis in her hand.
"Lick my penis, baby," he begged her.
She let her hot tongue lave the head of it. Then she licked the side of it. Effectively letting her tongue sweep over the cock she gave him super excitement that he never knew existed.
"Come on, baby," he told her, "that's beautiful!"
The pleasure increased every moment. She was desperate for more sexual excitement, and she wasn't going to stop now.
"Oh, wow!" he panted, "I love it. Oh, ah, yes, mom, slip your mouth over it. Mount me!"
Vigorously she let her mouth slip over the head of his shaft and she flicked her tongue back and-forth.
"Oh, that's what I like," he told her. "Yes, mom, yes."
The pleasure was building now as she fastened her lips on his shaft.
"Keep it up," he told her. "Keep that up."
Her head was bobbing up and down on his penis as she played with his balls.
"Oh, yes," he told her, "play with my nuts."
Her fingertips worked them over good and he became more and more stimulated.
"Oh, wow!" he panted, "I love it. Keep that up. Oh, yes, do me!"
She was enjoying it and so was he. Together they were experiencing sex as they had never experienced it before.
"Oh, ah, yes, yes, that's what I want. Faster, faster, mom. Oh, yes, keep it going!"
It wasn't going to be much longer now. The sensations that surged through them both were bringing them to the brink.
"Come on," he panted. "Get it, mom."
Reaching down he grabbed her head and forced her down the length of his shaft.
"Oh, do it, mom," he told her. "You're better than that cheap little fucker I had over here the other night. Do it, mom, do it!"
Proudly she did her thing. He was dizzy with delight as he flipped back and forth, enjoying this as he had never enjoyed anything before.
"Eat me," he told her. "That's how I like it. Oh, baby, do it!"
The super sensations climaxed when he shot his gun off in her mouth.
"I'm cuming, mom," he cried excitedly. "I'm cuming!"
Sure enough he was. The hot, white cum surged into her mouth. She gasped as he kept stabbing it down her. She felt it sliding down her throat as the steady stream of juices kept pouring.
He had given her a super sperm load and this was exactly what she wanted. She continued doing her thing until she had finished. Then she slid off him. She pulled her hands away from his balls and slapped his ass playfully.
"Enjoy it," she smiled up at him.
"You bet I did," he said, "and I'm not afraid to admit it either. You're good at it, mom."
"Thank you, love," she said, "I only wanted to bring happiness. Sometimes I am afraid that I will bring you trouble. All I want to do, love, is bring you happiness."
"I know, mom," he said. "Come up here and straddle me. I want to eat you."
These were words she wanted to hear. She straddled him wrapping her legs around his neck. Then she looked down at him. He looked like a starving young stud with his tongue sliding along her slit. His hands gripped her ass cheeks and held on as he stabbed away.
"Eat me," she begged.
Suddenly he stabbed his tongue inside. The stabbing tongue continued licking away across her clitoris. The excitement was building every moment.
"Oh, keep that up," she said. "Yes, that's the way to do it. Keep it up."
The pleasure mounted until she could hardly stand it.
"Oh, grab mama's breasts, baby," she panted.
His hands shot up to her bosoms, grasping them tightly. He used his fingertips to pinch the nipples. The nipples became instantly erect and now she was pressing tighter against his face.
"Eat it," she told him. "Eat it!"
His hot tongue lashed away at her velvety vagina walls. He loved the aroma of her there and he delighted in looking at her fur trimmed mound. Keeping his eyes open so he wouldn't miss anything, he looked up at her bosoms. The sight of them becoming erect stimulated him even more.
"Oh, mom," he said, "reach back and pump my penis."
She told him that this was not the way to do it in no uncertain terms.
"You never take your tongue out of a woman's pussy," she said, "not until she is finished."
"Sorry, about my bad manners." he chuckled, and went back to licking her there.
His hot tongue continued lashing away as she reached back to grip his huge penis and pull up and down on it as he did her. His hands were on her ass-cheeks now as he pulled her tighter to his mouth. He formed a suction cup effect as he stabbed vigorously.
"Eat my pussy," she begged. "Oh, baby, that's the way I like it. Way in there. Lick it. Oh, honey, now it feels great!"
The super sensations that were surging through her body at this time had her trembling with passionate pleasure.
"Eat it," she cried excitedly, "oh, yes, eat me!"
She juiced and his hot tongue licked her up anxiously.
"Eat me, baby," she begged. "Oh, baby doll, eat me!"
The happy excitement of being loved this way had given her sensations and pleasure she never knew existed. He didn't quit licking until he had finished her.
"That's crazy stuff," he chuckled as he pulled out of her.
"Yes, it is, darling," she said. "It's crazy any way you look at it. But it's fun, isn't it?"
"Yes, mom, it is," he said softly.
"Now, darling," she said, "I know you won't tell anyone."
She was unwinding her legs now and looking in the mirror and feeling a bit guilty.
"Tell anybody," he chuckled. "I guess not. They would say I was an awful kid. Warped. Sick."
"I know," she said, "so many people have narrow-minded ideas. It's dreadful, but baby, we can rise above all that, can't we?"
"Sure we can, mom," he winked.
Still naked she started to dress.
"Don't put your clothes on," he said. "I like just looking at you naked."
"But, son," she laughed, "I can't run around the house bare-ass naked."
"Yes, you can, mom," he told her. "It doesn't hurt anything. I've been waiting to look at a woman naked for so long I don't want you to put any clothes on now."
"Alright, baby doll," she said.
She went into the kitchen and looked into the refrigerator.
"Would you like some orange juice, honey?" she called back to him.
"That would be great, mom," he said, "and a sandwich."
"How would you like a steak, love?" she asked.
"Okay," he told her. "We'll celebrate."
She took out a couple of steaks and fixed them quickly. Then she poured him some orange juice. Coming into the kitchen, he was naked too.
"I see you didn't put any clothes on either," she laughed.
"I just feel more uninhibited and free when I'm naked like this."
"Great, baby," she said. "There isn't a reason in the world that we need to wear those confining clothes when we're alone."
"Right on," he said, as he sat down and began tearing into his steak. She enjoyed watching him enjoy his food so much.
"Come on, sweetheart," she said, "slow down. You're eating your food much too fast."
"I'm starved," he said.
"I guess all that fucking made you hungry," she said.
"Well, I did lose a lot of sperm," he said.
"But you got a lot back," she giggled.
She was enjoying her food as she hadn't enjoyed eating anything in years. At last she was feeling sexually satisfied.
"You know, mom," he said, "I thought you were awful until I tried screwing around with that cheap slut. She was no good. Actually the important thing is if you enjoy it. And I didn't begin to enjoy it the way I enjoy it with you. So it makes it right for us to enjoy each other even that way."
"You have a beautiful way of looking at life," she said. "It's wonderful to be young and look at life through rose-colored glasses."
"No, mom," he told her, "I'm not looking at anything through rose-colored glasses. I'm being realistic."
"Yes, you are," she said. "You're being honest with yourself for the first time. I knew that when we made love, son, that we were sort of meant for each other."
"That's true," he said, "you and I belong together. But I hope you understand one thing. It isn't forever."
A pang went through her as she realized the truth of what he was telling her.
"Why of course not," she said. "I was just thinking of you and I having sex during your developmental stage. I wanted to help you, dear."
She reached across the table and patted his hand gently.
"I know you do, mom," he said, "and don't think I don't appreciate it either. You put everything into that last fuck."
"You liked it, huh?" she said excitedly.
"Oh, very much," he assured her.
She was eager to channel his energy away from women who could be competition for her. She always had that fear that someday he would find a chick that would turn him on in such a way that he wouldn't come back to mom for sex.
"So you are going to the football game next weekend?" she asked.
"Right on, mom," he told her.
"Great, darling," she said.
"You know," she said, "when I was a young girl I didn't begin to have enough adventure. Actually I think that it was frightfully bad for me not to have sex until I married your father."
"Don't tell me you were one of those things?" he laughed.
"What do you mean one of those things?" she asked.
"One of those virgins from the dark ages," he chuckled.
"Well, I was," she said, "and I don't appreciate your making fun of me either. I always tried to lead a very good and moral life."
"Good for you, mom," he chuckled.
Now he had some idea of what she was up to, and it excited her intensely that he was so eager to play down her virginity for she had started him on the road to sexual manhood.
"You know, sweetheart," she told him, "so many people's minds are trapped. They can't grapple with the big problems of overpopulation and things like that. I'm happy, honey, that I'm not trapped in anything except the web of your love."
"Oh, you put that so beautiful," he said.
"Well, it's true," she said. "They've been pushing this ethics thing for so long that people got afraid to respond to their own feelings. What could be more natural than a mother loving her son?"
"Yeah, but don't tell anybody," he said.
"Of course not, dear," she said, "they would never understand. As long at it's kept between you and I we have nothing to fear."
"Right," he told her.
As she listened to him talking about the game next Saturday night her eyes flashed with excitement. She could see that he had listened to her, and he was stopping all this playing around with all these ridiculous young girls, girls who would only get him into trouble one way or another.
"I'm so proud of you, son," she beamed at him.
"I'm so turned on with you, mom," he told her. "I could fuck you again."
"Oh, honey," she said, "you shouldn't."
"Why not, mom?" he smiled. Then he pulled away from the table and revealed his hard-on.
"That does seem a little strange to have you pull away from the table and show me that thing," she laughed.
"Let's go back in the bedroom," he told her. "I'd like to give you a good balling."
They went back to the bedroom and she lay on her back. Spreading her legs she reached up and motioned for him to come to her.
"Come over here, baby," she smiled, "and fuck your mama."
Joey was excited now. She was urging him on. Straddling his mom he slid himself smoothly into her vagina.
"Oh, give it to me," he gasped. "Give me a good fuck. Come on and fuck!"
As the penis drilled into her vagina the excitement surged.
"Fuck it," he told her. "Fuck, baby, fuck!"
She flung her legs around him and threw her pelvis forward.
"That's it," he panted, "give it to me. Twist your hips, baby."
She ground her ass around alright and then she reached up to grip his buttocks. Letting her hands slide along his ass-cheeks he became more and more excited.
"Oh, mom," he told her, "stick your finger up there."
She let her finger slide up his ass-hole and he went to town.
"Oh, baby," he panted, "fuck, fuck, fuck!"
His breath was coming huskily now as the pleasure increased.
"How do you like it mom?" he panted.
"Oh, son," she gasped, as the erotic waves engulfed her," you have no idea how this feels to me. Oh, give it to me. I love that big hot cock of yours in there. Shove it. Shove it up there!"
Inch by inch he moved farther into her as he went up ramming away.
"Oh, fuck me," she finally blurted. "Fuck your mama."
Joey listened to her and he didn't stop drilling into her for a second. Reaching around him she gripped his ass cheeks in her hands playfully.
"Oh, your ass feels fantastic," she told him. "I love every part of you."
Her hands wandered up his back as she clawed him.
"Take it easy, mom," Joey admonished her.
Glancing in the mirror, he loved the sight of her legs locking around him as his cock shot into her.
"Fuck it," he panted. "Fuck, baby, fuck!"
The supercharged excitement that they were both experiencing now could not be eclipsed. She was getting fucked as she had never been fucked before.
"Oh, Joey baby," she began crying, "it's beautiful."
"Well, don't cry," he told her.
"I can't help it," she said. "I've never been fucked like this in years. You have no idea how much I've needed it. Every inch of it. I want it all. Shove it to me, Joey. Fuck me, Joey baby. Fuck me!"
As she cried out passionately, her fingers slid up farther up his ass-hole. He loved it more every moment.
"Fuck it," he gasped. "Fuck it, mom.Fuck it!"
Suddenly she brushed her breasts across his chest. This got him going. He rammed it in harder and exploded in her vagina. This brought her there too. The erotic excitement had her juicing in multiple orgasms as she had never cum before. Now, sliding her finger out of his ass-hole, she gripped his ass-cheeks tightly and threw her pelvis forward.
"Oh, fuck!" she gasped excitedly. "Fuck, baby, fuck. That's what I want. Fuck it baby. Oh, ah, yes, baby, yes, fuck baby, fuck!"
The supercharged excitement of what she was experiencing now had her body tingling with emotion.
"Oh, Joey baby, kiss me."
Joey's mouth pressed his mother's mouth. Opening her mouth, she allowed his tongue entrance. As he slipped it into her mouth she flipped her tongue under his and panted.
"Oh, Joey I love you," she told him. "I love you so much."
Not knowing what to say, he nodded and smiled.
"I love you too, mom," his voice trembling with emotion. As once his penis had shot, he began realizing what a terrible thing he was really doing.
The look in his eyes frightened her. "You enjoyed it, didn't you Joey?" she asked earnestly.
"Sure I did, mom," he said reluctantly.
Yet as he said these words fears raced through her mind for she was sure that he was feeling guilty and this was what she did not want. She didn't want to give Joey a guilt hang-up. She would have to erase it but how she could subtract this kind of moral value system from his mind was a problem.
"That was fantastic," she complimented him, as he slid his penis out of her.
"Am I as good as dad?" he asked seriously.
"You're better than he ever was," she said.
"Will I score with all women like I score with you?" he asked.
That was hard for her to answer.
"Sure you will, honey," she grinned, knowing full well that she never wanted him to score with anybody's body but hers.
CHAPTER FOUR
When Saturday night rolled around Pat was prepared. She knew that her son loved to drink, and she thought it would be a clever idea to invite him and his buddy over for a drink. Then, she would let things proceed as they might.
"Joey," she told him, "why don't you invite Chuck over after the game for drinks?"
"Oh, mom," he told her, "that's wonderful."
"I thought you would enjoy that," she told him frankly.
"You're a great mom," he said, "now if you'd only turn on with a little pot."
"That," she snapped, "is one thing I will never do, and sweetheart, I wish you wouldn't smoke it either. It's not good for you."
"Oh, pot never hurt anybody," he complained, "it just makes you unbend."
"Well, honey," she said, "that would make me doubly afraid to take it. I unbend enough without any booze and if I ever started on pot I would be impossible."
"That's the truth," he chuckled.
He left her that evening and went over to his buddy Chuck's place and they went to the game.
That evening as she sat there she got to thinking. Thinking about Joey's father. Suddenly, she got a jolt she would never forget. He appeared at the door.
"Hi, honey," he smiled.
"Carl," she said, "what on earth are you doing here?"
"Just thought I'd drop in and pay you a Saturday night social call," he chuckled.
"That's a fine thing," she said, "you disappear for years and then turn up on a Saturday night. I'm sorry I have other plans."
Carl paid no attention. He opened the door, came in and sat down.
"You're still beautiful," he complimented her.
"Compliments will get you nowhere," she told him.
"Now, don't be difficult, baby," he said, "you know you've always loved me."
"Sure I love you, darling," she said, "but that doesn't mean that I'll let you pull any more tricks on me. I've had it."
"I've had it too," he said sullenly.
As she looked at Carl she could see that he had aged terribly. He looked like he had been drinking. His eyes always became red when he drank.
"I suppose you've been drinking again, Carl?" she glared at him, and he felt so guilty that he wanted to turn away from the spotlight of her eyes.
"Don't look at me like that dammit," he said. "I come back to you and you don't throw out the welcome mat at all."
"I should throw you out," she said abruptly. "I've had to bring up your son, our son, and it hasn't been easy."
"How is he, honey?" he asked her.
"I didn't know you cared," she said. "You've certainly never sent any money for child support."
"Forgive me," he said. "I, I don't know what happened."
"I do," she said nervously. "You began thinking you were 18 again and you wanted to be footloose and imagine free. When you realized that you would have to give me child support you thought it was easier to take it on the lam."
"You've got it all figured out, haven't you, honey," he shrugged.
"Am I right?" she demanded.
"I'm not telling you," he said. "That's probably the only thing I've got you want. You want to know where I've been and what I've been doing. Well, I'm not going to tell you."
"I could care less," she said, "but where were you?"
"I told you, I'm not telling," he said.
"Don't be difficult, you bastard," she snapped. "You always did try to torment me."
"Don't talk about torment," he said nervously. "If anybody tormented anybody you did."
"I did," she said. "I always got up, fixed your breakfast, darned your sox and did your laundry, and for gratitude you left me."
"Lot of husbands get so upset they kill their wives," he said.
"Well, that's something to be thankful for, however, at the time I would have been grateful if you had gotten rid of me. I was so tormented, I wished I were dead over and over. I didn't have the guts to take my life and I thought too much of your son, our son."
He got the biting sarcasm as she spoke of his responsibility for taking care of Joey.
He glanced over to a table and caught sight of a picture of Joey.
"That's him," he smiled, "isn't it?"
"Yes," she said quickly. "He's a wonderful, strapping young man and I hope he never does meet you. I'd been ashamed to have him know you've always been a drunk."
"Is that a nice thing to say. Suppose you had a habit and you couldn't knock it."
She thought for a long moment. Her habit was sex with her son. She knew that she could hardly pull herself away from wanting him. As he spoke these cutting words, she tried to give him some consideration for she knew that her life had to be lived in the shadows now too.
"Go on, bawl me out. Give me the devil. I suppose I deserve it."
"You do," she assured him. "You certainly do. If it were not for me your son would be left alone in this world to fend for himself. If there is anything I loathe it's a man that won't take care of his own kids."
"Don't rub it in," he said softly.
"No, you don't want to hear the truth, do you?" she said. "You never did. You were always living in your dream world. Always thinking of finding that pot of gold at the end of the rainbow. Did you find it?"
He shook his head and shrugged.
"I've learned a lot, honey," he said, "and I've discovered what a good woman you were."
"Well, it's too late," she said. "I closed the door on you when you closed the door on me."
"I found a lot of good chicks," he said, "who could keep me going. They knew I liked to drink and they knew that I liked to gamble, and I'd peddle their pussy so I could take it easy."
"That's nice," she snapped, "the life of a gigolo. I suppose you're real proud of yourself."
"No," he said slowly. "I think I am a rotten, stinking mess."
"Well, that's the first honest words you've said since you walked into this house."
"Baby," he said, "you were real nice and soft and sweet when I met you. You had the most cute, cuddly body I've ever seen. I loved fucking you. Couldn't we have sex tonight?"
She looked at him and for one momentous moment she felt herself slipping back into the quicksand of love for Carl. Realizing that she was going back and forth in her mind as to whether or not to take his suggestion, he persisted in his line of argument.
"Baby," he told her, "you don't know how much I love you. You have no idea."
"I told you, baby, it's too late."
"Doesn't have to be," he said. "When the prodigal son came home, didn't they roast the fatted calf?"
"Meat prices being what they are, baby," she said, "I'm not going to roast a fatted calf for you, if you don't mind. Not even a minute steak."
He looked at her and asked her quickly, "Well, how about a drink?"
"Carl," she said, "if you care to continue your life of drunkenness and dissipation, would you please clear out. This is my home. It's not yours anymore and you aren't welcome."
"Don't be cruel," he said.
"That's an old song hit of the 50's," she snapped, "and it isn't my type of love song anymore. I've grown up. I'm mature."
Realizing he was making no headway with her, he decided he would tell her a few things.
"I did have some fun when I was away from you, honey," he smiled slyly.
"Not interested," she told him.
"Oh, listen to me," he told her. "I had some of the nicest, tightest pussies in town. Neat chicks who would give me hot sex any time I wanted it. They'd do anything I wanted. They'd go down on me, baby, and I'd go down and eat their pussy. It was really fun, baby."
"You're revolting. Don't be vulgar. Now leave."
"You always thought sex was vulgar, baby," he said. "Every time I wanted to eat you, you put up a big fuss. Well, nobody wants to eat it anymore, do they?"
Now she was getting angry at him.
"Get out of here you bastard," she said indignantly.
"Sure, I'm going," he said, "I just stopped by for a drink. You didn't think I would come around here to make love to you. Did you really?"
"Get out of here," she repeated.
"I'm going, baby," he said, "just as far away as I can get and I hope I never see your face again."
"That goes double," she said, "and remember don't darken my doorstep again. If you do you'll be sorry."
Carl didn't say a word. Not looking back, he walked on. As he did so, she noticed he seemed tired and weary. She felt bad that she had been so hard on him.
As she sat there alone looking at the Saturday night movie, she wished he were back. They were running a revival of "Double Indemnity" and she thought how juicy it would be to try to buy him a policy. That way she reasoned, he would be worth something. Plenty. Nevertheless, the opportunity was gone and she didn't care to get him back even if the stakes were high.
Then she thought what might happen if she failed. Being behind bars didn't seem like a pleasant way to spend the rest of her days.
When the film was over, she heard footsteps and then she went to the door. There was Chuck. He was a handsome kid. Almost 6 foot tall and lean and was the type that always appealed to her. His eyes were blue and his hair sandy and he was freckled. He smiled at her warmly and nodded.
"Good evening, Mrs. Alexander," he grinned.
"Well, hi there Chuck," she said opening the door for him and her son. "How was the game?"
"Our team won," Chuck said full of pride.
"Well," she said, "I'm so glad and I'm glad my son could have your friendship. It's great for young fellows to get together and go to sports events."
"Thank you, Mrs. Alexander," he said as he sat down.
"Would you like a drink?" she said with a laugh.
"Mom means the real stuff," Joey said.
"No fooling Mrs. Alexander?" he said. "Would you let me drink booze?"
"I know you kids get it one way or another," she said, "and I think it's much better if you drink in the house. It's silly to be drinking in those cars."
"That's no joke," he said, "if the police catch you doing that, you've had it."
"I know it," she said quietly, "that's why I'm so eager for my son to drink here at home with his friends."
"Neat-o," he smiled.
She went over to the bar and asked him, "What'll you have honey?"
"If you got whisky," he smiled, "I'd like a whisky sour."
"One whisky sour coming up," she said as she fixed it.
"What'll you have Joey?" she asked.
"I like vodka," he said, "mix me one of those gimlets that you make for yourself, mom."
"Sure, darling," she said.
When the three of them were seated she turned on the stereo music, Chuck got a good look at her. She was a real turn on and he couldn't help notice her breasts in the filmy blue negligee she wore.
"You've got a real nice place here," he compliment her. He was afraid to compliment her body as he didn't want to admit that she was turning him on. But she understood exactly what she was doing as she had calculated it that way.
"You've got a great shape and I really dig you."
"Alright," she said, "and I suppose I should compliment you in return."
"Go right ahead," Chuck said eagerly.
Joey sat there dumbfounded to see his buddy turn on with his mom.
"Well," she said, "you're about one of the most handsome young men I've ever seen. You're tall and strong and look so athletic."
"Well, thank you," Chuck beamed. "Can I have another drink?"
"Well, sure," she said, "and will you have one too, Joey."
Joey was so jealous at this point that he didn't want anything more. "No thanks," he said.
"Now, don't be a killjoy," she chided him, "have a drink. It's always fun when everybody drinks."
She went over to the bar, mixed Joey his second drink and then Chuck's and her own. When she sat down again, she smiled at Chuck and asked him frankly, "What do you think of the way kids behave sexually these days?"
He sat there nervously not knowing how to act.
"I'm very broadminded," she said. "So tell me the truth."
"Do I have to?" he said.
"Of course, dear," she said, "the truth is always the thing to tell. That is, when you're around people who can take it."
"Well, that's right," he said, "a lot of people can't take it."
He gulped and finished his drink. Then he looked up at her and asked her, "Can I have another drink?"
"Of course you can, Chuck," she said going over to the bar.
"Joey, darling," she said, "you're drinking very slowly tonight."
"Forget it, mom," he said.
She was happy now and delighted because she was giving her son motivation to give her more sex action.
"Enough," she smiled, as she poured the bottle directly into his glass.
"You're going to have me stoned, Mrs. Alexander," Chuck laughed.
"It's good to get stoned every now and then," she said.
As they sat there drinking, she ran her hand over her bosoms.
"If you don't mind my saying so," Chuck observed, "you've got a real gorgeous shape."
"Now, now, Chuck," she teased, "what would an old woman like me do turning a boy your age on.
"How did you know I was turning on?" he smiled shyly.
"It was perfectly obvious, Chuck," she said, "and you might as well admit it."
Now her son was so disgusted that he could hardly stand it.
"I think there is nothing wrong with sex," she said, "and I take my hat off to you young people for your moral revolution."
Joey looked at her and winked.
"Well, I would appreciate it if you would take your clothes off," he said.
"I guess I could," she smiled.
He looked at her eagerly and suggested slyly, "Why don't we go to the bedroom."
"Alright, dear," she said getting off the sofa and walking down the hall to her bedroom. Chuck followed and Joey stayed in the living room.
"Oh," he gasped as he saw her sliding out of her negligee.
"What's wrong?" she asked.
"It's not what's wrong, it's what's right. Everything is in the right place, Mrs. Alexander."
"You don't have to call me Mrs. Alexander anymore," she said. "How about calling me Pat."
"How about calling you baby?" he said, as he reached down and stroked his cock under his pants.
"I guess I am turning you on," she said, walking over to him and reaching out. As her hand touched his penis it got larger immediately.
"Ohh, you're a man," she said, "I can see that."
"You could take it out if you want to," he slurred drunkenly.
"You want me to, Chuck?" she teased.
"You bet I do," he said, "Please take it out for me."
Reaching down, she unzipped him. As she stood there naked before him with her breasts jiggling he became more and more excited and stimulated.
She reached in and slipped his giant-sized cock out. As it flipped into view she opened her eyes widely. Just then Joey stepped into the room.
"Mom," he snapped angrily, "come out here."
She looked up at him and released Chuck's penis.
"I'll be right back, honey," she said to Chuck. "Make sure you do come right back," he said, "because I'm almost ready to shoot it."
She winked at him and went to her son in the hall. Closing the door she looked up innocently and asked him, "What's wrong, dear?"
"You know damn well, mom," he said. "You're going to have sex with him."
"What's wrong with that," she bubbled enthusiastically.
"I'll tell you what's wrong with that," he said angrily, "you have no right to him. He's my buddy."
"Do you want him?" she teased. "You bitch," he said.
"That's a nice thing to say to your mother," she said.
Now she was on the defensive.
"Remember Joey," she said, "you had sex with me. That makes you a mother-fucker. Should I tell your friend Chuck?"
"You wouldn't," he said nervously, "you wouldn't do a thing like that."
"You'd be surprised what I would do, honey," she said. "Now I'm going to take Chuck on first and I'll give you seconds."
"You bitch," he screamed.
"Quiet love," she said, "because if you say that one more time I'll shout mother-fucker so everyone on this block will hear it."
"You wouldn't," he said angrily.
"Oh, but I would," she laughed.
Going back into the bedroom and slamming the door on him he realized that she indeed would and with relish.
"Is he mad?" Chuck said nervously.
"I hope you understand," she said smoothly. "Now, baby, let's strip you. I want to see you all over. I have wonderful, wild and wicked things that we can do together."
"Oh Mrs. Alexander," he gasped, "you're a real sex pot."
"I told you not to call me Mrs. Alexander," she corrected him.
"Alright baby doll," he grinned.
"That's better lover," she smiled.
Now he was slipping out of his jeans and she was watching his penis.
"How long is that thing, Chuck?" she asked eagerly.
"About 9 and a quarter inches," he grinned.
"Oh you're putting me on," she giggled.
"About an inch over," he admitted.
"I'm getting my ruler," she said.
Naked she went down the hall. She went to the desk and picked up a ruler.
"What are you doing?" Joey demanded.
"Getting a ruler, dear," she said, "why do you ask?"
"What are you going to use a ruler for?" he demanded.
"I'm measuring something," she said and went on down the hall. "What?"
"Chuck's cock," she said, "do you care?"
He didn't answer that one and she slammed the door. Going over to him she placed the ruler on his cock.
"Measure it from the underside," he said.
"Oh, that's not fair," she teased.
"It's all cock," he told her "and you measure from under the balls."
She placed the ruler under his penis and he shoved it down a little farther.
"7 inches," she said, "you lied by 2 inches."
"Alright," he admitted, "so I didn't measure right. I guess my eyes were crooked when I looked at the ruler."
"It wasn't your eyes honey," she said, "you just got carried away."
Now she was massaging his balls with her hand and pulling gently back and forth on his penis.
"Oh, what a wild cock," she smiled. "Oh, yes, baby."
Her hand was working on his penis and she was enjoying it more every moment.
"Oh, wow, that's good," he said. "I really like it."
"Sure you do, baby," she said, "I'm getting it ready."
She was so stimulated now that she knew that she had to drop on her knees and worship him. When she was on her knees she looked up and gripped his proud penis. She touched the head of it with the tip of her tongue. As he saw the tip of her pink tongue lashing away at his penis, his cock quivered.
"Oh, does that ever feel good," he told her excitedly, "you have no idea how good that feels."
Now he was enjoying himself. She opened her mouth and let him slip it all the way in.
Her lips fastened on his shaft.
"Oh, do me," he said, "like me. Oh, honey, you'll love it. I'll give you a big load, baby. Oh, baby, my balls are really going to explode this time."
Moving her mouth rapidly back and forth she was eager to taste him.
"Eat me," he gasped eagerly. "Oh, eat me. Eat my beautiful cock."
She enjoyed the fact that he was proud of his male member. More than that she was delighted that he was so eager to have sex with her. It made her feel like a young woman again.
"Do it," he gasped, "do it."
At this point, Joey couldn't stand it any longer. Going down the hall he finally got to the door. He could hear the slurping sounds as her mouth worked on Chuck's penis shaft. Then Joey opened the door just a crack. Glancing in he could see what they were doing and strangely as disgusted and angry as he was, he got turned on. Grabbing his penis he began pumping. Watching stimulated him more and more. He observed the way Chuck got turned on. Chuck was carefully not going too fast.
"Slow down," he panted. "That's it, Pat, take it easy."
He enjoyed seeing Chuck's big balls jiggling on her chin and then Chuck threw his head back and really rammed it home.
"Oh, wow," he panted, "I won't last much longer. Keep that going. Now you're doing it. Love that. Yes, baby, yes, yes."
The pleasure she was giving him now surpassed anything he had had from a girl at school. It was obvious to her that she really loved this. Now her fingers were fingering his balls as her mouth took his cock in farther.
"Oh, eat me," he panted. "Eat my sperm."
Suddenly the hot sperm exploded in her mouth. As it dribbled down her lips her young son who was watching felt himself juicing too.
"Oh," Chuck groaned, reaching down and grabbing her head and guiding it in farther. "I'm cuming. Oh, yes!"
The super excitement that he enjoyed at this point was more than he could stand.
"Oh, baby," he gasped, "you are really something."
Pat pulled her mouth off his penis and got to her feet.
"Now, baby doll," she smiled, "you've got a big treat in store for you."
"What?"
She reached down and continued massaging her juicy mound.
"I want you to eat my pussy. Haven't you ever eaten pussy before?"
"That's a real personal question," he replied shyly.
"On your knees Chuck baby," she said, "and let your tongue meet my pussy."
Standing there in the hall, his eyes transfixed as he wiped the juice off the head of his shaft, young Joey watched his friend Chuck go down on his mother. Chuck gripped her hot ass-cheeks and pulled her pussy to his mouth. Then prying the pussy lips apart he slid his tongue in swiftly, he licked the quivering moist flesh as he stabbed it to her.
"Come on," she gasped eagerly, "that's the way to do it. Stab it with your tongue, baby."
He stabbed it harder and harder and she became more and more excited.
"Eat it," she insisted, "that's it, baby, eat it."
The sudden excitement that surged through her now was almost more than she could stand.
"Eat my pussy," she told him. "Yes, baby, eat
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The pleasure that he was deriving now was enormous. With uninhibited abandon a woman was insisting that he tongue stab her moist flesh.
"Oh, sweetheart," she told him, "lick the clit. Now you're doing it. Oh, I love that. Faster, baby, faster."
Faster and faster his hot tongue stabbed inside of her and he knew that she would be juicing soon. He could start to taste her. It tasted good to him.
"Gobble me," she begged. "Oh, yes, baby, do me. That's what I want. Oh, ah, yes, Chuck, yes. Give it to me. Now, like that. Oh, I'm juicing!"
She was indeed. Her son Joey watched her juice.
"Get it all, lover," she begged, as his hot tongue licked the walls of her velvety vagina.
"Oh, I taste good, don't I, baby," she panted eagerly. "Don't take your tongue out till you finish. Oh, yes, all of it. All of it."
Finally he withdrew and glancing up at her he smiled.
"How about that," he said, "did you enjoy it."
"You know it."
It was a fantastic moment for her and she loved it. Every second of it.
"Oh, baby," she panted, "it's wonderful that we got to know each other."
"We can get to know each other even more intimately," he grinned, grasping his penis in his hand.
"What do you mean, Chuck?" she asked. "I mean I want to fuck you with my cock," he laughed.
"You're welcome," she said walking over to the bed. Getting on the bed she was surprised at what he wanted.
"On your hands and knees, honey," he said, "I'm an animal fucker."
"You're a what, Chuck?" she asked, not quite understanding what the young boy meant.
"I like to fuck animal style," he panted excitedly. "Animals fuck like crazy. Come on, get on all fours and I will slide it to you from behind."
She suddenly felt fearful.
"You don't want to slide that tremendous thing up my ass-hole, do you?" she insisted on knowing first.
"Not a bad idea," Chuck laughed, "but that wasn't what I had in mind. I want to get a back angle for your pussy."
"Alright," she agreed.
Now, Joey felt himself stiffening again. It was a momentous moment and he watched closely. Suddenly, on his hands and knees he gripped her ass-cheeks and stabbed his penis shaft into her vagina.
"Oh, I made it," he gasped excitedly, "in one good stab. I made it."
Now he rammed away with hard, fast strokes. "Fuck it," he told her passionately, "fuck it. Twist your tail around. That's it baby doll. Fuck, baby, fuck!"
Every moment now was more intense.
"Bend over, baby," he panted, "do the bends."
Bending over she discovered that this allowed his shaft to slip in farther.
"Oh, wow!" Chuck gasped excitedly, "that's how it's done. Oh, baby, what a pussy. Tighten it. Grip it. Oh, yes, massage the head of it."
Vigorously she used her vagina muscles to give his cock a workout. She enjoyed the fact that he was telling her exactly what he wanted.
"like that, Chuck?" she asked quietly.
"Right on target, baby," he said. "You've got a hot ass. Keep twisting that tail."
She ground her hips around and he went on thrusting.
"Joey should have told me what a friendly mother he had," he chuckled.
"Fuck me, Chuck," she begged. "That's it. I want it all, every inch of that big cock. Shove it in there. Ram it to me."
He went on ramming it into her and loved every second. He massaged her ass-cheeks as he stabbed away.
"Sock it to me," she urged him on.
He was increasing his pace now and they both knew that it wouldn't be much longer now until the moment of climax.
"Hang in there, honey," he gasped eagerly. "Keep that tail twisting. We are almost there. Orgasm time."
It wasn't only orgasm time in the bedroom it was almost orgasm time in the hall too. Joey had found himself getting stimulated watching his buddy, Chuck, slam his cock into his mother's pussy.
She knew from the frantic way he was screwing her that it wouldn't be much longer until he juiced.
"Oh, I can't stand it," he gasped. "I'm cuming. I'm cuming, baby. I'm cuming."
The hot juice exploded out of his penis into her pussy.
"Ohh," he panted. "I'm cuming. I'm cuming!"
"So am I, lover," she informed him, as she continued grinding her hips around for his ever stabbing penis. Joey wanted to follow. Barging in he got on the bed.
"Give me a fuck too, mom," he insisted.
"Can't you wait until I take mine out?" Chuck asked him.
"I'm hotter than a bull's nuts," he said, "now let me get in there."
Chuck withdrew and young Joey climbed on the bed.
"Oh, you got it nice and slick for me," he said as he stabbed his cock up her vagina.
Now she twisted around for him. All inhibitions were gone and she was grunting and groaning and moaning in sensual fantasy.
"Oh, Joey," she panted, "it feels so good. Fuck it. Fuck it in there. Oh, yes. Yes, I want it, baby."
Now, Chuck was given the chance to discover the thrills that existed in watching one male do it and finding his pleasure in observing.
"Give it to her Joey," Chuck gasped eagerly. "Give it to her. That's it. Slam it home. Won't be much longer now. Slam it in there."
Chuck found himself getting hard and then Joey juiced.
"Oh, baby," she panted, "you made it. Right on target. Oh, honey, I love you!"
"A real mother-fucker," Chuck laughed.
That did it. Joey never wanted to hear anyone say that. He slipped his penis quickly out of her and raced for Chuck. Grabbing him he pinned him on the floor and began squeezing his fingers around his neck.
"Stop it you bastard," Joey said, overpowering him.
His mother pulled him off and it jolted her back to the awful reality of what had taken place. His air was being choked off.
"Get off him, Joey," his mother insisted.
She had to get on the floor and tear at him herself. Finally she clawed at his back until he howled in pain as the blood spattered down his back.
CHAPTER FIVE
The hangover that Pat Alexander had the next day was something else. When she awoke in the morning it seemed as if she had rocks in her head. Her young son was furious. He barged into her bedroom and flatly told her, "You are a cheap, common slut."
"Why, honey," she said, "how can you say such a terrible thing to your mother. I always wondered if they didn't mix up the babies at the hospital."
"You don't need to tell me anything about right and wrong. I found out last night how common, how cheap you were."
She rubbed her forehead and then opening her eyes drowsily said, "Don't wake me up in the middle of the night."
"It's not the middle of the night," he told her. "It's 2 o'clock in the afternoon."
"Well, it seems like the middle of the night," Pat Alexander said quietly.
Her young son sat on the edge of the bed.
"You would have to make out with him, wouldn't you?" he said angrily.
"Now, dear," she said, "I wasn't trying to upset you. If you are so insistent that you have a pure mother, why don't you find another mother?"
Joey got to his feet.
"You don't really like me at all, do you, mom?"
She looked at him through misty eyes little knowing how much he despised her.
"Honey," she said, "can't you understand."
"If you want to have sex with my buddies," he said, "I'll bring them over. If that's the way you want to live I'll help you but I don't ever want to fuck, you again."
"Can't we just talk this over, darling," she smiled.
"No, mom," he told her, "you've gone too far this time."
Then a new idea seized her imagination. She had enjoyed sex with his young friend so much that she began calculating how she could get more.
"Joey," she smiled, "I'll make a deal with you."
He looked at her and suspiciously wondered what she had in mind.
"What kind of deal, mom?" he asked.
"Oh, something real nice," she laughed.
"I'll bet it's real nice," he said.
She slid out of the bed, stark naked.
"Put some clothes on," he said angrily.
"Really, honey," she said, "you're being difficult."
"You're being impossible, mom," he said nervously.
Even though he was angry, he still found himself turning on.
"Joey," she said, "I want to ask you to do this. Bring your girlfriends home. That's alright but I want you to do me a favor too. Mama can't go without sex forever and I don't want to get jealous, so I think the answer is to find some well hung young man who needs sex."
"You're asking me to pimp for you," Joey said abruptly.
"What a horribly word to use," she said, groping for words.
"No, it's the truth," he said, "and you haven't faced the truth in a long time."
"Well, who does, darling?" she said.
As he listened to her, he became more and more aware of what an impossible person she was.
"You wouldn't have to feel guilty at all, darling," she said, "just tell them you've got a friendly mother."
Joey seized upon the opportunity. He was glad he had a place to bring his girlfriends. He didn't have another place to take them to because he had no money. As long as she would allow him to bring all the dames home that he wanted he thought it might not be a bad deal.
"Alright," he said going along with it. "I don't think much of the idea but if that's the way you want to play the game I guess that's the way you want to play it."
"Thank you, honey," she said.
Now he had the general idea and so did she.
"Sweetheart," she smiled at him, "you are wonderful. A mother couldn't ask for a finer son."
Joey laughed at her.
"And you are the model mother."
When he was gone she gave a guilty look at herself in the mirror. She realized that she wasn't getting any younger and to think she was doing it with these young boys did bother her conscience a little. However the tingling sensation at her moistening mound at the thought of having all the young cock she wanted, forced her to change her mind and go ahead with her plans. She put on some clothes and went to fix some food for Joey. He was watching television and she got tired of hearing him turn the game up so loud.
"Can't we ever have any movies on?" she demanded.
"Leave me alone, mom," he said, "I'm watching the game."
"Just like your father," she blasted him. "He was forever looking at football games. I've read things about men who look at football games too much."
"Forget it, mom," he said. "I want to watch this game."
"They suggest some rather strange things about their masculinity," she quipped, "and that's why they are so absorbed."
"Shove it," he said, "and let me enjoy this game."
He focused on the game and he didn't care about any food. When the game was finally over he went out to the kitchen to eat his dinner. The fact that the food was cold didn't bother him. His mother was in the living room absorbed in a hearts and flowers movie saga.
"Look at that crap you're looking at. I get so tired of those long suffering dames in the movies."
She was furious.
"How dare you say such a thing?" she said, "This is a very deep drama. This woman has two weeks to live and she just found out. She is being very brave."
"Yeah," Joey said, "she's all dressed up like a million dollars. She doesn't look like she is dying. She looks like someone is going to ball her in the next scene.""
"Get out of here," she said, "and let me look at this movie."
Joey left and went to see a girlfriend, Terry. She was very fond of him and he always went there when he argued with his mom.
"Hi Joey," Terry smiled, as he walked up to the door.
"Hey Terry, want to have a malt with me."
"Sure Joey," she said, "just let me teH my dad."
"Why do you have to tell him?" he said. "Is he afraid that someone is going to kidnap you?"
"No," she said, "but he always says I should tell him when I leave the house."
She disappeared into the other room and told her father that she was going for a walk with Joey.
Meantime, Joey's mother was sitting at home infuriated. She knew that he was very disappointed that she had decided to have sex with the other young man. She had wanted to get him jealous.
When Joey finally got home he told his mother that he wanted to have Terry over and have sex. That got her really uptight.
"Now next Saturday night, mom, I'm going to bring Terry over and fuck her in my bedroom."
"Yes, son," she said, "I hope you have a real good time."
"Don't worry, mom," he chuckled, "we will."
Then she decided to get her own digs in.
"As long as you're going to have so much fun with her honey, do mama a big fat favor and bring me home a well-hung young stud. At least I'll keep it clean for him."
"If that's what you want," he said.
"That's what I need," she told him.
"Alright, mom," he said, "just don't bug me.
Stay out of my hair."
"Don't worry, dear," she said, "I wouldn't think of bothering you. If you don't appreciate a good balling with your mom, then you must go out and pick up a chick."
"That's what I've done," he told her, "and I'm going to enjoy myself. Now, when I go to school tomorrow I will check around and see if I can find a stud who'd like to ball you. It won't be easy to explain it but I'll just tell them I have a friendly mother."
"I'm sure that he will catch on, honey," she said, "if you present it the right way. Another thing I want to point out is how imperative it is that you tell any young boy that is going to come over here that he must never tell anyone. Tell him that if he talks I won't have anything to do with him. It would wreck a good thing."
"Don't worry, mom," he said, "I know how to handle it."
"I do hope so, Joey," she said.
She didn't pay anymore attention to him and went into her bedroom to watch TV alone. .
"Do you want anything, Joey," she called out.
"I can fix my own TV dinner," he said.
"Some of those TV dinners are delicious, honey," she said.
"Well, maybe you think so," he told her, "but
I'd appreciate some good home cooking."
She didn't pay any attention to him. She was thrilled that there was something he wanted from her that she could refuse even if it was food and not sex. It gave her a kind of gratification to tease him.
The next day after he had gone to school she had an idea. She thought what she needed was a psychic advisor. So she scanned the Sunday classified section for spiritual and psychic advisers.
She found one that she thought would be good, Madame Mireya.
She dialed Madame Mireya's phone number and asked for an appointment.
"Well, I'm awfully busy," she said, "that I don't know when I could take you."
"Please," she told her, "squeeze me in. It's so important. Could you take me this afternoon?"
"I would have to cancel someone else and that would force me to charge you double."
"Alright," she said, "it means that much to me."
"Yes, dear, I understand. That'll be $25."
"Fine," she said, "money is no object."
"Good," she said, "I'll expect you around two o'clock."
She got dressed happily as she thought about receiving some help. She had often thought of dabbling in the other world but she had never quite gotten up the nerve to do it. However, at this point she was so troubled and nervous she figured she could do anything. This feeling of power moved her to just about blurt everything to Madame Mireya as she walked into her quaint apartment.
She looked at her and she noticed that she was dressed in a blue, silk Indian outfit. On Madame Mireya's hands were rings, many rings. Her hair was parted in the middle and even though her eyes were black, her hair was blonde. It was an obvious dye job and not too good as it was black at the roots.
"Good afternoon, my dear," Madame Mireya began politely.
"Oh, Madame Mireya, I'm so pleased to meet you."
"I perceive that you have some big problems."
"Madame Mireya, you're so right. I do have a terrible problem. You must help me."
"I will consult my occult powers to help you all I know how. Before we have our consultation it is customary to pay the fee. It is only an offering and not actually a charge. I call it the love offering."
"Here it is," she said, "$25."
"I thank you," she said, as she tucked the bills between her breasts.
"Why do you dress this way, Madame Mireya?" Pat asked.
"Because my dear," she said, "I was another woman in my last reincarnation."
"Well, who were you?" she said.
"A courtesan in the Egyptian kingdom," she said.
"But you're dressed in an Indian outfit," she reminded her.
"Yes," she said, "and why shouldn't the styles of India be introduced to Egypt?"
Pat didn't have an answer for that and so she listened.
"I get a man's vibration," she said as she glanced into her crystal ball."
Immediately Pat nodded.
"You're picking up good vibes," she said, "but would I see anything if I looked into your crystal ball?"
"I'm afraid not," Madame Mireya said ceremoniously, "for one must have psychic vision to see in this crystal ball."
"Oh," she said nervously, "then I'll just have to take your word for it."
"I wish you would," Madame Mireya said. "Yes, I see this is a lover and he is giving you some trouble."
"You can say that again," Pat nodded.
"I will then," Madame Mireya smiled smugly. "Your lover is giving you a lot of trouble. I see the only sensible course for you to follow is for you to give him a lot of competition. Let him know that other men appreciate you and when he finds you attracting a few males into your chambers, then he will return to you and give you all of his passion and love."
The madame acted as if the whole thing was over and Pat was pretty disgusted.
"Is that 25 bucks worth?" she demanded bluntly.
"What did you expect," Madame Mireya said. "I've told you what I saw. What else do you want?"
"I would like to know about my last reincarnation," she said.
Madame Mireya leaned back and laughed.
"Oh, my dear," she said, "a life reading for $25. What psychics have you been going to lately?"
"This is my first time," she admitted.
"Then I can understand your ignorance," she said. "Nobody these days give a life reading for less than fifty to a hundred and I charge $100. I give the last 3 incarnations."
"Oh, that's terribly exciting," she said eagerly, "couldn't you just give me one incarnation?"
"Well," she said, "I don't really think I should."
"Couldn't you?" she asked earnestly.
Madame Mireya's heart melted.
"Well, if you wouldn't tell anyone, dear," she said "that I gave you a reincarnation for the regular crystal ball fee, I guess I could stretch things a little."
"Oh, wonderful," she said eagerly, "if I could only understand."
Glancing at her crystal ball, Madame Mireya let out a howl. She looked there and kept looking.
"What do you see?" Pat asked eagerly. "What do you see?"
"I see you were a whore in your last reincarnation," she said. "You were working at a brothel in Chicago."
"Oh, no," Pat said, "cover it up. Don't look anymore."
"I've got to keep watching, honey," she said, "it's like watching a porno movie. I see you going down on a man. Yes, you are doing wild things with your hands, with your mouth, with your teeth. He's holding your head there guiding you over his male member."
She covered the ball up quickly, covering her eyes.
"More," Pat cried, "more."
"That's all," she said, "I can't tell you anymore than that you were a whore."
"You don't even know if I was a high priced one," Pat said.
"I'm sorry," she said, "I'm getting weary. It's always a big strain."
"It's a big pain if you ask me," Pat said. "You just called me a whore."
"The crystal ball does not lie," she told her, "and I simply said you were that in your last reincarnation. Perhaps that is why you are having it so difficult in this life finding love."
"Well, I guess I'm still picking up some of those vibes from the last reincarnation," Pat admitted, "because I like to fuck an awful lot."
"I thought you did, honey," she said, "I didn't want to tell you that but I was sure that you were quite a-shall we call it, nympho."
Madame Mireya got to her feet and lit another bar of incense.
"They always want the $100 reading for the $25 reading, don't they?"
"Well, I wouldn't know," Pat said, "this is my first time."
"Well, I'm used to it," she said nervously, "and don't think I appreciate it. I really don't. Everyone else gets paid. When you call a plumber you don't ask him to unstop the toilet unless you intend to pay him the full price. However, when they com.e to someone like me, they expect every reincarnation for the entrance fee."
"I guess you have a tough time of it, don't you?" she consoled her sarcastically.
"You bet your ass I do, honey," she said, "and wearing these damned Indian garments doesn't help any."
"Well, why don't you take them off?" she asked.
"My image," she replied, "they expect a person who reads one of these crystal balls to look a certain way. So, I went over to the costume company and bought this."
"You know I think you're a phony," Pat told her, "and I'm not going to pay any attention to what you said. You just gave me a dirty dig because I wanted a life reading for $25."
"Good day, Mrs. Alexander," Madame Mireya said sternly, as she got to her feet.
She twisted about so quickly that her blonde wig fell off revealing closely shaved black hair.
"Well," Pat laughed, "what lovely hair you have."
She left as Madame Mireya slipped her blonde wig back on.
In the days that followed, her young son Joey asked around the school to see if he could locate some hot blooded young stud who would satisfy his mom and take her off his back. He succeeded when he interested Bill. Bill was a sturdy, young man with plenty of sexual go-power. Bill had black hair and deep brown eyes. He was an intense, dark-skinned young lover and was hot for Saturday night action. Having broken up with his girlfriend when she got pregnant, he was searching for a new love.
"What are you going to do about Alice?" Joey asked.
"She's pregnant," he told him. "That's her problem."
"But maybe you're the father," he suggested.
"Tough luck," he laughed.
"What do you mean?" he asked.
"Just this," he told him, "she's been fucking around so much it's impossible to tell whose kid it is. Let her take care of that kid."
"Well, I can see your point," he said. "Alice was no virgin."
"You can say that again," he said. "Now if you got me some older dame that knows how to take care of herself so she won't get pregnant, and her old man won't kill me, that would be great."
"Yeah," he said, "I've found me a dame that will do it."
"Where can I fuck her?" he smiled. "I don't want to go to her place cause she might get me killed if her old man comes in or one of her kids and catches me fucking the old lady. I don't want to die."
"You can do it over at my place," he said quickly.
"Your place?" he asked, "how could I do that?"
"Well," he explained, "my mom and me live alone and mom will be working late Saturday night as a cocktail waitress. So you don't have to worry cause she doesn't get off work 'til 2 a.m."
"That's groovy," he said. "Why are you doing all this for me?"
"Because," he said, "this chick digs young studs and I told her that I would get her together with a young cat who liked to ball."
"Well, I'm that," he gulped. "I love to fuck alright."
"I know you do," he told him.
When Joey got home he revealed to his mother his game plan.
"You mean you didn't tell him I was your mother?" she asked.
"Right on," he said, "after all, he's never met you. How would he know?"
"Perhaps," she said thinking of the wig slipping off Madame Mireya's head, "I could wear a wig. A little disguise and he would never know."
"That's groovy, mom," he said. "You've got an imagination."
"Well, it takes imagination to hang on in this life," she said, "things can get pretty grim."
"I know," Joey said.
He was looking at her with a piercing stare and in the light of his eyes she felt guilt surging in her again. Instantly she turned off that emotion.
"Honey," she said, "how would you like a nice big steak for dinner tonight?"
"Oh, you don't have to get me anything special," he said, hoping that she wasn't going to take it out in a fuck later.
"Why no, honey," she said, "it's nothing special. Beef prices came down and I stocked up on steaks."
"Well, that sounds great," he admitted, "I'm a growing boy."
"Yes, you are, honey," she said, "you're growing up and you're growing out."
She reached down and stroked his penis in his pants.
"Don't do that, mom," he said angrily. "I don't like it."
"Sorry," she told him.
When Saturday night came Joey's mom was prepared. She had a red-haired wig and as she fitted in on herself she realized that she looked like a completely different woman.
"I'll just turn on some low lights in the bedroom, honey," she explained to her son, "and with this wig and all, he'll never know who I am. But I'll assure you of one thing, he'll dig my box."
Desperately trying to get Joey interested in her body once more, she told him confidentially, "I shaved it."
"You did what?" he asked.
"I decided to shave it," she said. "I think it might be more appetizing that way."
Now curiosity seized him.
"Let me look at it, mom," he begged.
"Why no," she said, "you have your girlfriend. Look at her box."
"But she's got hair on it," he said.
"Well, that's your problem," she said.
She had made her point and she had him dripping at the mouth to get a look at her there.
He turned away.
"Now you get in your room and keep the colored lights going. Then you can lie there in your negligee and turn him on."
She looked at him and shrugged.
"You don't tell your mother how to turn a man on," she said, "because your mother knows."
She giggled as she thought about the excitement she would have with his buddy, Bill.
"And where will you be fucking, dear?" she smiled.
"I'm going to take my chick upstairs," he said, "and in the bedroom. I don't want you watching."
"Don't be absurd," she said, "I'll be too busy with Bill."
About an hour later Joey returned with his girlfriend and he quickly put her up in the bedroom. Then he went back to his buddy Bill.
"Now, Bill," he told her, "go down the hall and you'll find her."
"What's the name of this dame?" Bill asked.
"Her name is Myrna," he smiled.
"That's a pretty name," Bill said quickly.
"She's a beautiful dame too," he told her.
"Good," he said, "because I can hardly wait to fuck her."
Joey went up to the bedroom. His friendly mother waited in anticipation of a wild night of sex. Bill walked into the room and got a good look at her.
"Oh, what a beautiful body you've got, baby," he smiled.
"Well, thank you, honey," she said.
"Well, Myrna," he said, "my name is Bill."
"Joe told me you were quite a stud man," she laughed.
"I am," he said shyly.
"Well, aren't you going to take your clothes off?"
"Well, sure," he said, "but I have a problem."
"What kind of problem, dear," she said hoping that it wasn't a veneral disease.
"Well," he said, "my old cock is so hard that I'm going to have trouble slipping out of my pants."
"Don't you worry your head about that," she said, "I'll give you a hand."
Getting off the bed she went over to him and unzipped his fly and unbuckled his belt. She reached in there and gripped his proud penis in her hand. Squeezing it she smiled up at him.
"Oh, what a big boy you are, Bill," she said coyly. "I can hardly wait."
"Come on, baby," he said, "how about licking it."
"Oh Joey must have told you how much I enjoyed that."
"He said you were a woman who would do anything," he smiled hotly.
"Well, almost anything," she said. "I think our bodies were meant to enjoy and there's nothing wrong if two people enjoy themselves. Right?"
"Right," he said.
Suddenly she was on her knees grasping his penis. Proudly he held it out to her.
"Lick the juicy head of it, honey," he smiled, "there's a good load in there for you."
"I can tell there is by the way it's quivering, honey," she said. "Is it that cold in here?"
"No," he laughed, "I'm just so horny I could explode right now."
"Well, let me get my mouth over it first, baby doll," she said. "I don't want to lose a drop of that stuff."
Her mouth moved over the head of his shaft and her tongue licked down the small slit. His body quivered as her hands ran over his smooth buttocks. Then she began toying with the crack in his ass.
"Oh, I like it when you put your hand there," he told her. "Oh, yes, blow me."
He was throwing his head back and groaning as his hands reached down to guide her over his penis shaft.
"Eat me," he said. "Oh, yes, eat it. That's what I like, baby. Do me. Do me!"
The super sensations that were surging through his body now had his spine tingling with excitement.
"Gobble it," he told her. "Gobble it."
The intense pleasure that he experienced as she worked her mouth up and down the length of his penis, had him flipping out.
"Oh, I'm almost there," he panted, as he went on pumping watching his balls jiggling. She loved the aroma of his loins. She was thrilled with the size of his penis and he was a better deal than her own son.
"I'm almost there," he panted, "don't stop now. Keep that loving up. Oh, ah, yes, that's how I like it. Faster, baby, faster!"
The wild sensations that surged through him as his penis exploded in her mouth sending out a steady stream of white juice, had him grasping her head and forcing his cock down her throat.
"Gobble it," he begged her. "Baby, gobble my stuff."
The hot juice spasmed down her throat and she held on his ass-cheeks so tightly she was scratching his buttocks.
"Take it easy on my ass," he told her.
She knew nothing now except her own sensual desires and lust for his body.
"Oh, wow," he panted, "that's too much."
He had never before experienced such sensual delight. When she had finished eating him she slid her mouth off, discovering how delicious his sperm tasted.
"How was I?" he asked rather shyly.
"You were delicious," she told him. "I could eat you all day."
Now, she wanted some action from him.
"Are you a good pussy eater?" she smiled.
"Sure I am," he smiled, "what do you think they teach us in school?"
"Well, I've been wondering," she said. "It's about time they give you something more exciting than math."
"Oh, I'd rather lick pussy than do math problems any day," he chuckled.
"I'm sure you would," she said, "and now you're going to have your chance."
Going over to the bed she spread her legs for him. Then reaching down she began massaging her pussy lips.
"Get on here, honey," she said.
It didn't require any begging to get him interested. He got on the bed and spread her pussy lips for her and then his hot tongue surged in her vagina. He started licking her there.
"Oh, that's tremendous," she told him, "you're real good at it."
His hands gripped her ass-cheeks and he held her in place while he buried his face in her hot mound.
"Eat it," she told him. "Eat my pussy. That's what I like. Lick it, baby. Lick it!"
As the tongue surged inside of her she became more and more excited.
"Keep it up, baby," she begged. "Oh, yes, love me. Oh, play with my breasts."
He released his grip on her ass and reached up to grip her breasts. Then he played with the nipples.
"Oh, I like that," she panted. "Yes, yes that's really beautiful."
The super sensations flooded through him now and had his body quivering.
"Oh," she gasped in sexual ecstasy, "I love it. Oh, baby, do me!"
The sensations that flooded her body at this point had her so excited that she was trembling with passionate desires. She wanted to offer herself to him and experience the thrills of his tongue licking her juices from her joy hole.
"Eat it," she begged him. "Eat it. Oh, ah, yes, yes, that's what I need. Eat me. Eat my pussy!"
It seemed as if the pleasurable sensations would never stop. Faster and faster he licked away.
"Oh, ah, yes, yes, that's what I need. Eat my pussy!"
Frantically she reached down to grip his head and guide him over her mound.
"Love it," she begged. "Love my pussy. Oh, honey, lick the love button. That's it. Oh, yes, you know how to make a woman happy."
She was amazed at the student's talented tongue. There was no doubt about it, he put plenty of passionate zing into sex.
"Eat that pussy," she commanded him. "Eat it. Oh, yes, lick it. Lick it, lover, lick it!"
He continued until she juiced in his face. As the hot spray went into his mouth he let his tongue lick all around there.
"Oh, baby," she panted, "that's the way I like it. Oh, do it. Do it!"
The super sensations that flooded her body at this point had her trembling.
Finishing he pulled his tongue out of her.
"You tasted good," he said.
"I'm glad you enjoyed it," she said.
"Never pass up a good piece of pussy," he smiled.
As she lay there looking at him she wished she were his age again. For a moment she could pretend. When his tongue had been sliding into her it was as if she was sliding into the past. She was his age. The connection couldn't be more intimate.
"What are you thinking about?" he asked, as he saw her looking away vaguely.
"You know," she laughed, "if you could be a little older and I could be a little younger we could meet midway."
Reaching over and patting her pussy, he said, "We did meet midway, baby. Right there at your crotch."
They chatted on for a few more moments and then Joey came to the door. "Finished?" he asked his buddy. "Yeah," he replied.
Then he got dressed and while he was sliding into his shorts, she asked him, "Maybe you should come over again."
"Yeah," he said, "as long as Joey's mom isn't around."
"Right on," she laughed.
As he walked out of the room she thanked her son silently for what he had done for her. It had been a tremendous sexual experience. More sensational, more pleasurable than she had ever had before. Yet, she could only cling to the memory. It was a fleeting memory but it was better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all, she thought.
CHAPTER SIX
The following week Kate Piatt paid a visit to Joey's mother. At first Joey's mother didn't know whether to invite her in or not.
"Mrs. Alexander may I come in?" Miss Piatt said, after she had introduced herself.
"Well, yes," she said.
"It's about your son," she said as she sat down. "I've been having problems with him."
"Would you like something to drink?" Pat said.
"No thank you."
"What is it?" Joey's mother finally blurted.
"Just this," Miss Piatt said, "it seems that your son isn't paying any attention to his school work. He is always horsing around and acts as if his school work doesn't count for anything. We cannot tolerate this."
"Well, I'm awfully sorry," she said.
"Then there is something more personal I have to tell you about," Kate Piatt went on.
"Well, of course."
"It's this," she said. "He came in the other day for a conference with me. Before I knew what was happening, he had his hand on my bosoms."
"Oh, no," Mrs. Alexander registered shock.
"Yes," she said, "and that's not all. He reached down to grab me."
"Where?" Mrs. Alexander asked.
"Where do you think?" she said.
"Oh, I'm sorry," she said, "of course I know what he did. He reached for your unmentionable."
"Right on," Miss Piatt said nervously, "and I can't tolerate that. That's why I've come to you. For some reason I think that he has played around with older women and I want you to do all in your power to find out who this older woman might be. I think that he needs psychiatric care."
"Because he reached for your pussy?" she asked.
Dumbfounded Kate Piatt glared at her.
"I would appreciate it if you could refer to it as my vagina."
"Pussy, vagina," Pat shrugged, "what's the difference?"
"You may have a pussy, Mrs. Alexander," Kate said disgustedly, "but I have a vagina."
"How nice for you," Pat said smugly.
"I don't appreciate your attitude," Miss Piatt said. "I could have sent your son to the principal."
"God, I hope he wouldn't grope him," she said.
"He wouldn't be groping the principal," she said, "because he would tolerate it. I think he is a nervy little character and he needs to be brought under control. Apparently you are not under good control yourself or you wouldn't use some of the words that you use. I'll have to put that all down in my report."
"Report?" Pat Alexander shrieked. "You mean you are going to report every word that I say? You mean I am being spied on?"
"Not exactly," Miss Piatt laughed, "but I do take notes of everything that's said. I'm sorry."
"Well, you don't look very sorry," she told her.
"You really don't."
"I'll be going now," Miss Piatt said. "I hope that you can see to it that your son watches where he puts his hands."
"I certainly will," she said. "I wouldn't want him putting his hands on you."
"You could take that last comment two ways," Miss Piatt said disgustedly. "I will try and take it the right way."
"Of course," Pat Alexander said with mock sincerity.
When Kate Piatt had gone, Pat became so nervous that she paced the floor.
Finally Joey came home. He saw her pacing the floor and wondered what was going on.
"What's wrong with you?" he asked her.
"Plenty," she said, "I just had a conference with Kate Piatt."
"Oh, Miss Piatt," he said. "She'd be a good piece of ass."
"Well you keep your hot hands off her," she admonished her son. "She is telling the principal what you did."
"I didn't fuck her," he said quickly.
"No," she told him, "you didn't, but it wasn't your fault. You, apparently, wanted to get into her panties and she took care of you."
"She has a mean left hook," he smiled.
"Well, Joey honey," she said, "you just can't go around school putting your hand in teachers' pussies."
"Oh, I'll try and control myself," he promised her.
"I wish you would," she said quickly. "You know mother doesn't approve."
"I know what mother-likes," he told her. "Mother-likes a good 9-incher."
"Have you got someone new in mind, honey," she smiled.
"Yes, I have," he told her. "There's this new cat who just came to school this week. He looks like a horny bastard and I think you would enjoy having sex with him."
"Well," she said, "tell me something about him."
"Sure will, mom," he told her. "He's a blonde kid with blue eyes and fair skin."
"I like blondes," she said, "go on."
"Well, he's a great track man."
"Track?" she asked.
"You know, mom," he said, "he digs running."
"That means he has a lot of pep," she said, as she licked her lips thinking about it.
"Well, honey, see if you can set something up."
"Only I'm going to tell him the truth this time," he said. "I didn't succeed with the last stud."
"What do you mean?" she said. "He ought to have been satisfied. I gave him good sex."
"It isn't that you didn't give him good sex, mom," he told her, "it's just this. He knew that you were my mother."
"Well, did you tell him?"
"No," Joey told her, "but he remembered seeing you with me once."
"Oh, that's awful," she said, "but I guess there is nothing we can do about it."
"No," he shook his head, "but you will dig this new cat."
"Yes, I will," she said, "but handle it delicately."
"I'll handle it delicately," he said. "His name is Dennis."
"What a nice name," she said. "Now you bring him home and maybe I could give you both a good time."
"Sorry, mom," he told her, "the orgy stuff doesn't appeal to me."
"Well, anyway," she said, "it's alright. I'm real anxious to meet him. When do you think you could bring him home?"
"Maybe tomorrow after school," he said.
"Well, good, darling," she said, "but I think we ought to confine our sex to Saturday night."
"Why?" Joey said.
"Well, it makes sense. I wouldn't want him late to school because he's been fucking your mother."
"Alright," he said, "I'll work it out for Saturday night. However, I can't promise anything. I can only suggest it."
"I understand, darling," she said, "and I have some nude pictures you could put in your wallet to show him. Ask him if he'd been interested."
"Alright," he said.
The next day Joey decided that he'd make a deal.
"You know Dennis," he told him, "I would really enjoy seeing you have a good time, but I don't know whether you'd be interested in what I have to offer or not."
"What are you talking about?" Dennis asked.
"Well, I know a woman who's nuts about you," he said.
"Nuts about me?" he asked, "I don't even know any chicks here."
"Well, I told this older woman who digs younger boys about you."
"How old?" he said. "I'm not interested in grandmothers."
"You don't have to worry about this swinger," Joey told him. "She's really a shapely dame and she's not real old either. She's in her early thirties."
"Beautiful," he said, "when can we get together?"
"How about next Saturday night?" he asked.
"Where?" Dennis asked.
"Over at my place," he told him.
"Won't your folks be furious?" Dennis asked curiously, not quite understanding.
"Well, I don't think so," he said. "I don't have a father and my mom won't mind."
"Oh, alright," he said, "I just don't want to get anybody uptight."
"Don't worry about that," he told him. "You will have a ball."
"Well, thanks a lot," he said, "that's great."
He came home that night and his mother was eager for information.
"How did everything go at school today, Joey?" she smiled at him.
"Beautiful, mom," he told her.
"Joey," she asked, "did you ask Dennis about Saturday night sex?"
"Yeah," he said, "as a matter-of-fact I did and he was very interested in it too."
"Good, darling," she said, "you don't know how happy you've made your mother."
"Oh, I know," he told her. "I know you dig sex."
"I can't get enough of it," she said. "Actually I've missed having sex with you too."
"We shouldn't do it anymore, mom," he begged off.
She came over to where he was sitting On the sofa and sat beside him. Putting an arm around him, she reached down and groped him.
"Mom," he said, "behave yourself."
"I can't when I see that big snake of yours."
"You've got to get a hold of yourself," he insisted.
"I'm trying," she said.
"You're trying to get my cock up," he said, "now lay off."
"Oh, don't be that way, darling," she said, "have some understanding."
"I'll try," he said, "but take your hand off my cock."
His words didn't penetrate. Her hands moved back and forth and then she slowly unzipped his pants. Reaching in she pulled out his penis.
"Well, doesn't this look nice," she smiled excitedly.
"I think so," he told her.
Then, bending over she let her hot tongue lash out over the quivering cock.
"Okay," he told her, "you can give me a quick blow job, but I can't take a long time. I've got a date tonight."
She took her mouth off his cock quickly.
"Dammit, Joey," she said angrily, "why did you have to mention it."
"So you wouldn't take all night doing it," he said.
"Alright," she said bending over.
Grasping his penis tightly in her hand she squeezed it. Reaching in she fumbled for his balls. Now her mouth moved rapidly as her head bobbed up and down over his penis.
"Oh, wow," he panted, "that's what I like. Oh, mom, you know how to do me better than anybody. Oh, yes, mom, yes. Lick it. Lick my cock. Oh, yes, I want it. That's the way to do it. Oh, ah, yes, yes, do it!"
The super sensations that were surging through him now had him trembling with passionate desire and lust.
"Keep that up," he told her. "Oh, yes, I want it. That's what I like. Do it."
The pleasure was building in momentus. Every second his body was getting more turned on.
"Eat it," he told her. "Get it. Go get it. It's loaded."
His words of encouragement excited her. When he reached out and caressed her she became more stimulated. Employing her best tongue action and nibbling gently with her teeth on the shaft, she brought him there in seconds.
"Oh, I'm cuming," he told her. "Cuming. Oh, ah, yes, yes, I can't stand it. I'm cuming!"
The hot white juice spurted into her mouth and she gobbled it.
"Oh, wow!" he panted. "That's what I like. Oh, mom!"
Sliding her mouth off him she smiled triumphantly.
"Go on to your date now Joey, and have fun."
Strangely he felt compelled to grab her and kiss her. As his lips merged with hers, her mouth opened and his tongue found its way inside of her mouth. Soon they were frenching. Now she held on tightly. She stroked his penis while she let him kiss her passionately this way.
Pulling apart, he looked at her.
"Oh, mom," he told her, "you turn me on more than any date. I don't know what's wrong with
VMM " me.
"There's nothing wrong, Joey," she said earnestly, "we just happen to dig each other. It's terrible when two people connect the way we do but we can't help it."
For a moment his mind was in the balances of more sex and love with her and then he swung the other way.
"No," he said, "this isn't right. People would hate me."
"Aren't you bigger than the hate?" she demanded.
"But it would be awful for you too," he warned her.
"I could endure anything for you, Joey," she said.
His eyes were blurred now as he looked at his mom.
"Forgive me, mom," he said, "I didn't mean to turn you on."
She said huskily, "It's nothing to forgive, Joey."
Joey scratched his head and then he reached down and fumbling, put his penis back into his pants. He zipped himself up and got to his feet. Looking away not daring to look back, he said quietly, "I'll catch you later, mom."
"Have fun, darling," she said.
Without another word he went out the door and closed it. She was left alone with the marvelous memories of the super sensations that he had given her with his lustful body.
As the moments went by that night she was more and more upset about what she had done. She knew that she was making it so difficult for her son that he might even feel compelled to do something drastic. This annoyed her. Finally she got to bed. She heard the door open hours later. She glanced at the nightstand clock. It was 3 o'clock in the morning. She knew this was too late for him to be up and she didn't hesitate to tell him so. Getting out of bed she went into the living room.
"Honey," she said, "what on earth are you doing up at this hour."
"I'm sorry, mom."
"Well, you should be," she said.
"Don't worry about it," he said. "I just wanted a little fun."
"Alright dear," she said, "take care."
She went back to bed and spent a troubled night in the bed and was miserable again. However, she was sure of one thing. She had made an indelible impression on him. Try as he would to forget her, he never would. Sex with her had obviously been more pleasurable than with anyone else. This fact pleased her no end.
During the day she busied herself cleaning up the house and thinking of ways to entertain the young man. She thought perhaps she would get a sex book and read up about things they could do together. This might excite him. After all he was an untamed stallion and he would require a lot of loving.
When Saturday night came, Pat Alexander was ready. She had done her homework and she had a whole bag of tricks she wanted to go through.
When she was introduced to him, her son simply smiled and said, "Meet Pat."
"Hi Pat," Dennis grinned, "you're a pretty sharp looking chick for an older one."
"Is that supposed to be a compliment?" she laughed.
"I thought so," he told her. "You know Pat, you've got a great shape. Let's get cracking."
"Just like that?" she said. "You young people are terrible these days."
"Well, we don't waste time beating around the bush."
"Well, you certainly don't," she laughed.
They went into the bedroom and she was amazed how swiftly he slid out of his clothes. However, there was one thing she wanted to do. That was to pull his shorts off and watch his huge cock jump up.
"Mind if I help you, honey?" she asked.
"No," he told her, "I'd like a little help."
She walked over to him and pulled the elastic waistband on his shorts and let it snap back.
"Now, baby," she said, "we are going to fly."
Reaching down she gripped his tool. She squeezed it and with her other hand she fingered his balls through his shorts.
"Oh, you're so nice," she said, "I can hardly wait."
"Go ahead, honey," he said.
It wasn't going to be much longer now and she knew it. She became more and more fascinated with the things they could do.
"You know I never believe in doing single things, sexually speaking," she said.
"You got a new way of sex?" he asked.
"Yes, I have, as a matter-of-fact," she said.
"What is it?" he asked.
"Well, I was reading in a book, honey, where a man and woman can oil each other's bodies down and then wrestle on the bed."
"Sure," he said, "it sounds super."
She brought the body oil over to him and poured some on her hands. Then she began massaging it all over him. She had his cock slick and a slippery slide and her hand went sliding back and forth on it. Then she rubbed it all over his ass-cheeks. Then she ran her hand between his ass-cheeks and down his legs.
"Oh, that feels wild," he told her.
"Yes, darling," she smiled, "it does. Now it's your turn. I want you to rub the oil all over my body."
"I'd love to," he assured her.
Then he poured the oil all over her. He watched her as she got more and more stimulated. Her face was turning red as the blood ran fast through her veins.
"Oh, sweetheart," he said, "we'll really slap each other when I slam it to you."
"Baby," she said, "I want you to give me the best fuck I've ever had."
"Don't worry, baby, I will."
She went over the bed well oiled and ready for a wild workout.
"Put those pillows under my ass," she said, "then I want to throw my legs over your shoulders. I want you to really slam it in there. I want to feel it all the way up."
As she looked at his giant-sized cock she could hardly wait for him to slide it in there.
"You're a wild woman," he grinned.
"Sure I am," she said, "and proud of it. Now give me that cock, every inch of it. I want it."
Her legs were thrown over his shoulders. She felt the giant sized cock slipping in to her.
"Oh, give, baby, give," she said as she threw her pelvis up. At that point the shaft slid in smoothly.
"Oh, wow," Dennis said, "this is really fucking. Oh, baby, give me your body. Fuck, baby, fuck!"
He thrust in with sudden hard jabs and with every moment she got more and more excited. "Fuck me," she begged. "Fuck me, come on.
Fuck me. That's the way to do it. Fuck it, baby, fuck. Oh, ah, yes, baby, that's what I want. Oh, do it!"
The sensations that were surging through her now had her body trembling.
"Oh, wow," she panted, "keep it going. Keep it going, baby."
The rhythm was building as the passionate play continued.
"Oh, fuck me," he told her. "Fuck, baby, fuck!"
The sensations were igniting her now to give her best ass motions.
"Keep it going baby," he panted, "yes, baby, yes. That's the way to do it. Keep it going!"
The powerful passions that were going through her now had her there. It wouldn't be much longer now and she loved it.
"Fuck it, baby," he told her, "fuck!"
She twisted her tail around and vigorously worked her vagina muscles over his shaft.
"Oh, you've got a tight pussy," he told her. "That's the way I like a woman to be. Nice and tight. None of that loose goose stuff."
"I know what you mean, honey," she said. "A woman who knows how to take care of herself can really keep a man happy."
"You've sure taken care, baby," he said, grinning down at her breasts bouncing while his cock stabbed into her.
Reaching out she let her hands slide over his slippery back.
"Let's try another position, baby," he told her. "I want to feel you on top of me."
They rolled over without missing a cock stab. Then she did the work. She looked down at him and he looked up at her.
"Bend over, baby," he told her, "I want to feel those breasts while you do the work."
She bent over and enjoyed the feel of his fingertips on her nipples as she slid up and down on his shaft.
"Oh, keep that up," he told her, "I like that. That's the way to do it. Oh, ah, yes, yes. That's what I like. Do it."
The pleasure was going to be increasing now.
"Keep that up," he told her. "Oh, ah, yes, baby, that's the way. Do it."
As the sensations built, she grabbed harder.
"Fuck it," he cried. "Fuck. Fuck it baby!"
The hot delight of what was happening reached her.
"Oh, wow," she panted, "you're really giving me the gun."
"That's it," he told her, "snap your pussy."
She loved to give him this treatment. Gripping the penis tightly in her vagina, she would alternately loosen and then grab.
"Oh, yes," he gasped, "that's wild. That's the way I want it. Fuck. Fuck, baby, fuck!"
The two of them were going at it like a couple of animals.
Rolling over they lay on their sides and he stabbed it to her. Then their hands were all over each other. Both of them could understand why the oil on their bodies increased their pleasure. As their hands ran down each other's back to the buttocks the pleasure was fantastic. Human slippery slide culminating in the glorious mountain of the buttocks.
"Fuck," he told her grasping her ass tightly. "Oh, yes, I'll jab to the left and you twist to the right."
As he stabbed his cock into her one direction, she twisted the other way.
"Oh, yes," he told her, "that's corkscrew fucking."
"It's good whatever you call it," she said. "I like it when you slam it in there, baby."
"I'm really ramming it into you tonight," Dennis admitted, "cause I'm enjoying myself."
He went on slamming it into her and then the inevitable happened.
"I'm cuming," he gasped, "I'm cuming. Get it. Get the juice, baby. That's it. Oh, yes, fuck. Fuck it, baby, fuck it!"
The white cum load spurted into her body and she twisted her hips around.
"Oh, wow," he panted, "that is too much."
The passionate pleasure that they had derived from having sex together had given them both a new lease on life. His eyes were all aglow with the delight he had felt as he juiced and she came in multiple orgasms. His cock slid in her cum.
"Oh, Dennis," she said, gripping his ass-cheeks tightly, "I love fucking you."
He smiled at her.
"Baby, I'm good for another round, are you."
"Sure, tiger," she smiled, "what do you want now?"
"Would you eat my cock?" he asked.
"Anytime," she said eagerly.
He withdrew and then he suggested a shower together.
"Oh, I'd love that," she said.
Gingerly getting off the bed she went to the shower. As the water poured over their bodies and they washed the oil off, Dennis, got a closer look at her. She was a little older but nevertheless, he recognized she still retained youthful good looks and there was no doubt about it, she had a very tight pussy. This is what pleased him as he was tired of young chicks who were loose.
"What'cha doing," he smiled, as he watched her washing his ass.
"I just want to kiss it," she said, "so I'm cleaning it first."
"Well, I'll clean you, baby," he smiled, as he slipped the soap between her buttocks and then washed her pussy.
"Baby," she said, "never tell anybody about us."
"Of course not," he said, "why would I."
"Oh, some kids get to talking," she said, "but you've got to keep it quiet."
"Well, I'd never say anything," he assured her. "I don't know what Joey's mother would think if she knew that we were using her place."
"I am Joey's mother," she said.
"You are?" he asked in shock.
"Yes, and you must keep it a secret."
"Oh, I will," he said, "and I won't tell nobody. But you've got to give me fucks every now and then."
"I'll be glad to Dennis," she said eagerly, "but it has to be kept quiet."
"I understand," he said. "I guess your husband isn't around."
She shook her head.
"No," she said, "he left Joey and me when Joey was just a kid."
"That's the breaks," Dennis said, turning off the shower.
They dried themselves off and went back to the bedroom.
"I'm pretty good at this," she said. "Now, baby, how do you want it?"
"I'd like it if I could have your head in a pillow and I could straddle fuck you. I'd like to have my ass cheeks feel your breasts while I'm sliding my cock into your mouth."
"Sounds like fun, honey," she said, as she lay back on the bed and put the pillow behind her head.
It didn't take Dennis long to straddle her and she got an idea of the erotic pleasures that he wanted when his buttocks touched her breasts.
"Ohh," he said, "do your breasts ever feel good. How did you like it when I crashed down on them."
"Easy does it, Dennis," she said, "I don't want you hurting me."
"You don't have to worry about me none," he said. "Now grab that cock and get going."
She grabbed his penis and licked the head of it.
"Oh, I like that," he told her.
Amazed at how well Dennis could do this.
"I want to get this just the right angle," he told her, "because that's when it's fun. First focus your action on the head. Then I want some of that deep throat stuff."
She laughed, "I guess you've seen that movie."
"I've heard about it and I hear it is wild."
She looked up and nodded. Then opening her mouth, she let him slip the head of the shaft in.
"Oh, yes," he panted excitedly, "that's what I want. Do it. Just like that. Oh, yes, do me!"
As his cock slid into her farther, she felt it going down her throat.
"Oh, ah, yes, yes, do me."
The pleasure was building every moment.
"Oh, baby," he panted, "that's what I want. Lick it, love it."
The sensations had him dizzy with delight.
"Do it," he told her, "do it!"
Opening a little farther and angling her head back he was able to get the head of the shaft to touch the back of her throat. The moment he felt it sliding down her throat his cock quivered with excitement and his spine tingled.
"I feel it to my toes," he told her, as she let him thrust away.
Grabbing her head, he guided himself farther.
"Oh, yes," he gasped eagerly, "that's what I want. Do it, baby, do it."
She continued letting him slam away and she liked the sweaty smell of his loins. She enjoyed the bouncing of his testicles.
"Oh," he gasped excitedly, "that's beautiful baby. Keep that going. Keep it going, baby."
The pleasure was becoming more and more intense and now he could hardly stand it.
"Oh, baby," he panted, "that's the way I like it. Do it, baby, do it!"
The super sensations that were going through him had him quaking with emotion.
"Oh, eat it," he cried passionately, "eat it. I'll cream in a minute."
She reached out and grabbed his ass-cheeks. Sliding her hand between his ass-cheeks she excited his prostate.
"Oh, now, baby," he told her, "now I'm cuming. I'm creaming. Eat the cream. Oh, yes, I'm shooting!"
His gun shot off in her mouth in a steady stream of white juice down her throat. She opened her eyes and watched him sliding the slippery shaft out of her.
"How did you like me?" he grinned.
"You were fantastic," she said, "I've never had it just like that."
"Well, I call it new style fucking. Deep throat fucking."
She looked at him and laughed.
"I love you, darling," she said quietly.
"Love?" he said, "don't talk about that. You mean you love to fuck me. You love to eat me. Isn't that it?"
"Well, what else," she laughed, as she slapped his ass.
He reached down and stroked her body all over.
"Now, how about me, honey?" she smiled.
"How about what?" Dennis asked.
"My pussy?" she demanded, "aren't you going to eat me?"
"I don't eat pussy," he told her.
"You don't eat pussy," she said angrily, "but I ate your cock."
"I know," he said, "but I don't eat pussy."
"Well, I like that," Pat Alexander shrugged.
"Well, I just never wanted to," he told her.
"That's disgusting," she said. "I do you and you won't do me. That isn't even democratic."
"Well, you never asked me in the first place if I was going to eat your pussy," he complained.
"Well, I assumed you would," she said. "I thought you kids today did everything."
"Well, almost," he said.
Then he looked at her and saw her smooth buttocks and got ideas.
"Would you like me to stick this up your ass-hole?" he asked.
"I sure would not," she said, "a thing like that could kill me. It would split me in two."
"Oh, it would not," he told her, "there's a little dame at school that I screwed in her ass-hole the other day. It was a lot of fun."
"Well, you'd better go to her for that," she said, "because I won't do a demented thing like that."
"And you'd better find someone else to eat your pussy," he said and got off the bed.
As she watched him dressing, she was annoyed.
"Won't you eat it, pretty please?" she asked.
"Not even with honey in it," he shook his head.
"Well, I can see you haven't had much of a sex education," she said. "How are you going to keep your woman happy. I've heard that half the women don't go off when a man slams his big old cock into them. They need something more imaginative like a tongue licking inside of them."
"Well you can buy one of those things but you can't get me to eat you."
"Buy what?" she asked curiously.
"They've got plastic tongues," he said, "that operate like a vibrator. They have electricity in them and you plug them in."
"Well, I don't want to die of pussy electrocution," she said, "I wouldn't trust one of those things in there."
"Well, the dames I know that use them all like them."
"Well, I'm not one of them," she said, "I have a little class."
"And you have a little ass," he chuckled, "that's why I wanted to fuck it. Come on, let me fuck it."
"Never," she said, "and as far as I'm concerned you can go to hell in a breadbasket."
"Is that a nice thing to say," he shrugged, as he slid into his trousers and put on his shirt rapidly.
"Well, you're not a very nice cat," she said. "You expect me to go down on you but you won't go down on me. I've had nicer looking young men than you go crazy over my pussy."
"Well, you'd better call one of them and get them back here to do it for you," he said, "because Dennis doesn't eat pussy."
Saying that he shrugged and walked out.
Now Pat Alexander was furious. When her son came in a few minutes later he asked her, "How did it go?"
"Disgusting," she snapped. "I ate his cock and he wouldn't eat my pussy. It wasn't a fair deal."
CHAPTER SEVEN
For two weeks she was so disgusted with what had happened with Dennis that she didn't even talk about sex with her son. Then, slowly mysteriously her sexual desires came back. One afternoon when Joey came home from school with a buddy of his, she got turned on. He was a sturdy looking fellow with brown hair and flashing brown eyes.
Immediately she asked for an introduction. "Aren't you going to introduce me?" she smiled serenely.
"Oh, yes, mom," he said, "this is Wally."
"Pleased to meet you Wally," she said.
"Glad to meet you," he smiled knowingly. "I've heard a few things about Joey's friendly mother.
"Well I hope they are all good things," she said. "But people do do a lot of talking. A lot is just that. Talk, and you can't pay any attention to it."
"Oh, I only heard nice things about you." he smiled.
"like what?" she said eagerly.
"Well, I heard you were a pretty good looking woman," he said.
"Well," she said, "what a nice thing to say. I guess I don't look too bad."
"No," Wally observed, "you don't look bad at all."
"Well," she said, "the way that people are doing things these days really is annoying."
"You know," he said, "I wish I could be alone with you like my buddy was."
Suddenly she realized what he was telling her.
"Who are you referring to?" she asked nervously.
"Dennis," he said, "he chickened out. He didn't want to eat you."
"Joey," she said, "I think Wally and I should be left alone."
"Yes, mom," he said winking and walking away.
She looked at him and said, "Certainly you don't believe everything you hear."
"Well, not always," he said, "but this time I thought he was telling the truth."
"That is ridiculous," she said, "and I hope you didn't believe a word of it. It's not true at all."
"I sure wish I could have a chance to get my tongue in you," he winked.
"Don't wink at me Wally," she complained, "I'm not that type of woman. I'll admit I have turned on quite a few young men these days. Apparently, youth today is a lot different than in my day.
"Your day isn't so far from my day," he grinned.
"Don't look at me like that," she said. "I'm undressing you," he grinned. "I think you'd better be going now, Wally."
"To your bedroom," he smiled. "No," she said, "I wouldn't think of such a thing."
The more he talked about it the more turned on he got.
"You know," he smiled, "I'm a better lover than he is."
"Are you?" she said, finding herself becoming more and more interested as he talked.
"Sure," he said, "I've got a good cock and I know how to use it."
"That's nice," she said, "go find some high school slut and enjoy yourself."
"No," he smiled, "I'm going to ball you."
As he stood there he began unzipping his pants.
"What are you doing?" she asked.
"What do you think I'm doing?" he smiled, as he glanced at his enormous shaft.
"Put that horrid thing back in your pants," she said.
"I'm horny, honey," he smiled, "and what are you going to do about it?"
"Get out of here," she insisted.
"Let's go back to your bedroom and fuck like you fucked all the others."
"You good for nothing bastard," she snapped. "Now you get the hell out of here."
Wally paid no attention to what she said. Going over to her he grabbed her by the wrists and pulled her down the hall and while he did it, he stroked his cock.
"What are you trying to do to me?" she said, "rape me?"
"It might make it more fun," he suggested. "Should I tie you to the bed."
"Please go," she begged.
"You want it as bad as I do," he said, "now just relax."
When she realized there was no alternative, she suddenly felt the passions rising within her own body.
"Well all right! I suppose there wouldn't be anything wrong with it, but I just didn't like your approach. I hate to be forced to do anything."
"Well you didn't want it at first," he said. "I had to."
Now he was undressing and she wasn't moving. She lay in the bed motionless, until he was stark naked. As she saw his great balls, and his giant sized penis, fires surged within her loins.
"Now you strip," he said. "I want to look at you. I want to eat you."
"All right," she said. "I would love it if someone did eat me."
"This is your chance," he grinned, opening his mouth and wiggling his tongue in the air.
"I suppose you consider yourself quite a sexy guy," she laughed, as she began undressing.
"You bet your sweet ass I am," he told her.
"I know how to fuck like you wouldn't believe."
As he talked, she became more and more excited by what he was saying.
"Yeah," he said, "I'm the best pussy eater in high school."
"All right," she finally said, as she slid out of her panties and stood before him naked, "go down on me."
"I want to eat you on the bed," he said, "so I can relax."
"All right, Wally," she said, as she turned and walked over to the bed. He slapped her ass a whack and she gave him a withering glance. She turned around.
"Don't do that," she objected. "Felt good to me," he said, as he got on the bed.
She spread her legs for him, invitingly, and then he got beneath her with his knees bent. He grasped her, hips up and slid his face into her mound.
His hot tongue whipped out and he began licking.
"Oh yes, yes," she cried out passionately.
"That's what I like. Oh do that. Oh, ah, yes, yes, that's the way to do it. Oh, lover, do me!"
As his hot tongue went to town within her, she reached down to guide his head over her. She ran her fingers through his wavy brown hair.
"Oh, Wally, baby," she begged him. "That's the way to do it. Focus that tongue in the love button. Flick your tongue across there. Now, you're doing it. Oh, lick my vagina walls, baby."
Letting his hot tongue surge inside to explore her vagina, he found himself enjoying it more than he had ever enjoyed eating any woman's pussy before.
"Wally, lick me. Love me. Eat me."
She turned her head from side to side as she clutched the sheets and wadded them up in her hands.
"Eat pussy," she begged. "Eat pussy. Yes, baby, eat it. Eat it, baby. Eat it!"
Waves of erotic pleasure surged over her now, as he continued doing his thing.
"Oh, yes," she begged him. "That's what I need. Eat it. Eat it, baby. Eat it. Oh, ah, keep that going. Yes, baby, eat me. Eat me. Oh, yes, eat me!"
She was passionately seizing his head now and forcing him down over her vagina. The tongue stabbed inside quickly.
"Oh ah yes, yes, do me!"
At this point she locked her legs around him. The moment he felt her hot thighs sliding next to his cheeks he became so turned on he shook all over.
She loved the fact that he was getting this excited and she began thinking of all the things that they could do together.
"Oh, do it," she urged him on, as he came closer and closer to bringing her to a climax with his tongue.
The sudden surge of excitement brought her to a shattering climax.
"Oh, baby," she gasped excitedly. "Oh, ah, yes, baby, yes, that's the way. Oh, love it. Love it!"
The super sensations that flooded through her being as she juiced in his face and he licked it up got her going. She could hardly wait to grab him by the balls and eat his cock.
"Oh, sweetheart," she panted eagerly, "slip up here. Wiggle your ass. Get it over my face because I want to go down on you."
He withdrew his tongue quickly and slid up. She griped his ass-cheeks as she pulled him tighter to her face.
"Give me that cock," she begged. "Give it to me."
The huge penis shot into her mouth and he stabbed it into her. Now he was going out of his mind as she did her thing. He pulled it out suddenly as he felt it was about to juice.
"Oh, I don't want to go off," he complained. "I want to have some more fun with you."
"Okay, honey," she said, "get on your back and I'll lick it from another angle. That'll be sensational."
The young boy flipped over on his back and she got down at his crotch.
"Wrap your legs around me, honey," she said, "and I'll slip my mouth over this."
She felt the thrill of his legs around her as her head bowed over him. Then as if worshipping his male member she suddenly slipped her mouth over his penis shaft and her lips fastened tightly.
"Oh, wow!" he panted, "that is beautiful. Oh, yes!"
The pleasure was building for him as she vigorously worked her mouth over his shaft. Reaching down, he gripped her head and guided her on his cock.
"You're sure good at this," he panted. "Oh, yes, go up and down. That's it. Way up and way down. Oh, yes, yes. That's the way I like it. Keep doing it."
Faster and faster he worked his hands in her hair. He was enjoying it more every moment.
"Keep that up," he begged eagerly. "That's what I want. Oh, baby, do it!"
The super excitement that was surging through him at this point was remarkable.
"Eat it," he begged. "Eat my juice. That's it. Harder, honey, harder. Faster, baby, faster!"
Every moment was charged with passion and excitement and he was only waiting for the magic moment when the penis would explode in her mouth.
"Gobble it," he told her. "Yes, baby, gobble that!"
Suddenly he shot his gun off and she gulped. As she did so the sperm shot down her throat in a steady stream.
"Oh, wow!" he panted, "what a beautiful job you gave me."
When she had finished she withdrew her mouth. Then she smiled up at him delightedly.
"How was that, honey?" she asked.
"Beautiful," he told her, "just beautiful, baby."
Looking at her now he realized that she was hot for affection.
"You know, baby doll," he smiled, "there are so many things that two people can do."
"That's the truth," she said, "and I figure that I'm not doing anything bad by you kids."
"Of course not," he said. "They ought to let you teach sex at school."
"Oh, I wouldn't believe in teaching sex at school," she said. "It ought to be done privately, at the home with the parents explaining all about it."
"You're real moral, aren't you?" he smiled. "Well, I have my own moral code," she said, "and I wouldn't want my son being led astray at the school."
"You couldn't lead Joey very far astray," Wally laughed, "he's already there."
"Why what do you mean?" she asked.
"Well, just this," he said, "Joey is one of the biggest studs in the school."
He began massaging her ass-cheeks and she asked him, "Does my ass turn you on?"
"It does," he admitted.
She rolled over to distract him as she didn't want him to do anything.
"Turn over," he said, "I want to rub it some more."
"Wally," she said, "I don't want you to get turned on with that because I'm not doing it."
"Listen to this poem," he said. "I read it in some old book."
"Well, I hope it's decent," she said.
"Sure," he laughed. "The penis, smooth and round was made with anus for to fit. It would look just like a hatchet were it made for sake of slit."
"What a vile little poem," she said. "Do you get the point?" he laughed. "Certainly not," she said, "I will never do anything like that."
"Oh, you'd have a great fucking ass," he told her, trying to get her to do it.
"Maybe you would enjoy it, honey," she said, "but never me."
"You're being impossible," he said.
"Not at all," she said, "it's just not right."
"Well, forget what's right and wrong," he told her. "I want to fuck your ass."
"You know," she said, "there are so many things that you could do that you would enjoy. For example you could slip it to me from behind. Why don't you try that?"
"Try what?" he asked, not fully understanding what she was talking about.
"Well, I'll tell you," she said. "If you want to slide your penis into my pussy from a back angle, try that."
"All right," he said, "I'll try that."
She got on all fours on the floor and he watched.
"I'm going to see this in the mirror and enjoy it," he said.
"Sure you are, baby doll," she said, "and you can get it in from a back angle but get the right hole."
He gripped her ass-cheeks and he slid his penis into her slit. As it slid in smoothly he told her, "Oh, this is a great angle."
"I told you it was, Wally," she said, "fire away."
Bending over she allowed him a greater thrust.
"Oh, I want to play with your breasts, baby," he said, as he bent over her back. Then grasping her bosoms he played with them while he thrust his cock at this angle into her pussy.
"Oh, that feels good, Wally," she told him. "I like it when you give me a fuck like this."
"Glad you're enjoying it, honey," he said, as he went on stabbing away.
He continued giving it to her like this and she twisted her tail around.
"Churn it up good," he told her. "That's the way I like it. Oh, yes, churn that ass around."
She kept her ass churning while he went on stabbing into her.
"Fuck it!" he panted. "Fuck, baby, fuck!"
The pleasure was increasing every moment until he increased his pace 'til he knew he would be shooting off any minute. Finally it shot.
"Fuck it," he cried. "Fuck, baby, fuck. Oh, ah, yes, baby, that's the way to do it. Keep fucking. Ohh, ah, yes, now it's cuming."
The shaft exploded inside her and as the penis juice poured into her pussy she felt his fingertips pinching at her nipples.
"You're hurting me, Wally," she told him, "take it easy."
"Sorry about that," he told her, "guess I got carried away."
"You certainly did, baby," she told him.
Withdrawing from her he rolled over on his back and looked up at her.
"You're a nympho," he smiled. "Anybody ever tell you that?"
"A nympho?" she demanded, "what do you mean?"
"Well you like sex too much," he said.
"That's a lie," she said, "I just enjoy having a good time with my body."
"No, no," he told her frankly, "you are wild about fucking. You want all you can get of it."
"That's no way to talk to me," she said, "after the wonderful time I gave you."
"Didn't I give you a good time too?" Wally asked proudly.
Reaching over and gripping his proud penis in her hand, she squeezed it. '
"Yes, you did," she said.
"What did you do, wear your old man out?"
"I don't think that's any of your business," she said.
"Just curious," he said.
"Well, that's something I don't care to talk about."
"That's a funny thing," he chuckled, "that the things that are really interesting, people never want to talk about."
"It's very personal."
"Yeah," he said, "like you wanted to fuck him every night, and he felt if he stayed with you, you'd fuck him to death."
"That's not true," she said angrily. "Joey's father was a drunk."
"Is that right?" he asked curiously. "What did you marry him for in the first place?"
"I made a big mistake," she said.
"You sure did," he told her. "That's too bad."
"Well," she said, "I guess nobody's perfect."
"I am," he laughed.
"like hell you are," she said, "I'll bet you've done plenty of rotten things in your day."
"Well, a few," he chuckled, "like the chick who was always giving me a rough time. I slid a mousetrap into her pussy."
"That was a lovely thing to do," she said.
"Well, it hurt the guy who fucked her worse than it did me," he said.
"What happened?" she asked him.
"He got his cock caught in the mousetrap."
"You could have injured him permanently," she said.
"Oh, I didn't," he said. "He's still fucking as good as ever." They looked at each other and he asked her with a sly smile, "Can I lick your breasts?"
"What a strange request," she said, "but if you want to, I guess you can."
She allowed him the privilege of licking her bosoms. This really got him going.
"Oh, that does feel good," she said, as she felt his hands reaching down between her legs. Then he slid his finger into her hole and her vagina gripped his fingers.
"Oh, Wally," she said, "you're quite a lover boy."
Suddenly she heard a knock on the door. "Are you finshed in there," Joey called out. "Just a minute, Joey," she said. "Mother is busy."
"Doing what?" he asked. "None of your business," she said. "Go away dear."
He went away but he was a little disgusted. He needed some money and he didn't like to have to wait. However, his buddy Wally began feeling a bit embarrassed about what he was doing.
"Well," he said, "I guess we'd better call it quits for now."
"What on earth for?" she asked.
"Joey wants you," he said.
He got up off the bed and she looked at him.
"How tall are you, honey?" she smiled.
"About 6 feet," he said.
"My, but you're a good looking kid," she said, "and I hope you'll come back."
"Sure I'll come back," he said, "and I'll bring another dame with me."
"Oh, no," she said, "I wouldn't like that."
"Well, why not?" he asked.
"I just don't believe in that," she said. "I think orgies are all wrong."
"I dig them. I've had two women. Haven't you had two men?"
"Not at the same time," she said. "I wouldn't know what to do with them."
"You could hold your own," he assured her.
"Well, I would never doubt that," she said, "but it's just that I do have my morals."
"Yeah," he chuckled.
When he had finished dressing he got off the bed. Then she looked at him.
"Be sure and come back, baby," she said. "I've enjoyed this a lot."
"So have I," he smiled.
And then he was gone. It gave her a strange feeling to see him going. Yet, she realized one thing that bothered her. She had no hold on him. He was a free agent and so he could do whatever he wanted to.
When he was gone and she was by herself, she had a lot of thinking to do. Every moment seemed so disturbing. Her son came in and demanded some money.
"Give me some money," he said.
"What do you want it for, Joey?" she asked.
"None of your business," he said. "I brought you a good stud, now you give me some money."
"I should be paying him," she said, "not you. You didn't do anything for me."
"Don't be impossible mom," he said.
"Joey," she said, "I don't want to give you money to go out and find some chick."
"Look, mom," he insisted, "I'm going to do what I want to. Do you understand?"
She nodded and went to her purse and gave him the money.
"Well, here's five," she said, "and don't spend it all in one place."
"Don't Worry," he said.
As he left her feelings became more intense. She was feeling lonelier than she had ever felt before. She got up and took a look at herself in the mirror. She looked kind of tired and haggard. She finished dressing and then she went into the living room. A knock was heard and she got a jolt when she looked at Kate Piatt.
"Well, what on earth are you doing here at this hour," she asked.
"I've come to talk to you," Kate said, "and it's serious business."
"Well, couldn't you come during the daytime?" she asked.
"This is urgent," she said.
"Well, come right in," she said.
As she sat there, she looked at her as if she were studying a strange person.
"Don't look at me like that," Pat Alexander said.
"Mrs. Alexander," she said, "what I have to say to you is not pleasant."
"Then don't say it," she said softly.
"Duty compels me to," she said.
"Well, nothing can be that serious."
"It's bothering me because it's not bothering you."
She hesitated a moment and then she started.
"I think that the most important relationship any child has, is with a parent or parents."
Then she decided that she better play up the fact that she was a lonely woman whose husband had slipped away.
"I couldn't agree with you more," she said quickly, "the bastard, disappeared and left me alone with a kid."
"You've had a hard life," she said.
"You can say that again," she said.
"I came to talk to you about something very important. Kids at school are talking about Joey's friendly mother."
"How nice," she said. "I've always tried to be friendly to Joey's friends."
"You've been a little too friendly, I'm afraid," Kate Piatt told her. "I'll level with you."
The words were becoming difficult for Kate Piatt even though she had had many years as a counselor she never had a case quite like this.
"I have some things to do Miss Piatt," she said, "and please get to the point."
"I'm sorry I'm disturbing you but this won't wait. The word is around school that you are having sex with young kids."
"That's the damndest lie I ever heard," she shot back.
"Is it?" Kate Piatt said, raising an eyebrow.
"A boy named Dennis did a little talking," Kate said.
"He did, did he?" she glared.
"Yes, and he said some pretty horrible things, do you care to hear them?"
"No," she said, "I don't listen to idle gossip."
"We trapped him," she explained. "He was peddling dope at school. To lighten his sentence he offered to reveal something about someone and you are the person he said that he had sex with."
"How disgusting," she said, "and even more disgusting is to think that you would believe him."
"We are forced to," she said. "Why is that," she said.
"We had to call your son Joey in," she said quickly.
"You don't mean that he said anything, do you?"
"No," she said, "he wouldn't say anything. But we had a pretty good idea from the way he answered our questions that he was covering for you. He was too ashamed for you."
"Good for Joey," she said, "you can see I brought him up right."
"You broght him up to lie for you."
"Miss Piatt you must go. I can't stand any more of this."
"I want you to go get some psychiatric help. Otherwise there could be complications."
She caught on to what she was speaking about and she gulped nervously.
"What kind of complications are you referring to?"
"I'm referring to jail," she said. "You mean they put people in jail for fucking?" They're putting people in jail for molesting," she corrected her. "Well, I never heard of such a thing," she said angrily.
"I'm warning you," Miss Piatt said, "you'd better take it easy."
"You'd better leave," Pat said.
"Don't worry," she said, "I'll be glad to leave. But before I go I want to ask you something."
"I don't have time for your ridiculous questions."
"I want to ask you how you sleep at night? I should think that your mind would be so troubled because of what you are doing to your own son that you would be tormented beyond belief."
"Get out," she spit furiously.
"No," she said, "I'm not going because you tell me. This is all I can stomach."
"If you had any sense you'd be ashamed of yourself," she said.
Just then Joey walked in. When Joey saw Kate Piatt he knew very well what she was there for.
"Hi Miss Piatt," Joey said.
"Good evening Joey," she said.
"I'm going out," he said.
"I want you to stay here," Kate Piatt said sternly.
"If he wants to go, let him go," Pat said rising. Again Joey was frozen in his tracks. He was ashamed, and his heart was pounding rapidly. "Joey," Miss Piatt said, "if you care anything about your mother, you ought to help her. Your mother is sick. She needs to go to a doctor. A doctor of the mind."
"There's nothing wrong with me," she said as nervous terror gripped her.
"Yes," Kate told her, "you don't have the decency to be ashamed of what you've done and I want to see you helped. You are sick."
Suddenly Joey looked at her.
"They've got us, "iom. We might as well confess."
"Confess what?" Miss Piatt demanded.
"Joey don't talk," Pat said quickly.
Joey looked at them both and then tears rolled down his cheeks as he said quietly, "I had sex with my mom."
Miss Piatt gulped and Pat Alexander was quiet at last. She slumped into a chair and looked vaguely off.
"Yes," Joey admitted, "I did things with her. I don't know how I got into it but I did. Don't hold it against her. My dad was worthless and left us. I guess after not getting any loving for so long, she had to have it from somewhere."
Miss Piatt knew enough to say nothing. She wanted to let Joey get it off his chest.
"So one night we both made love. We did it two or three times. I knew it couldn't go on so I thought the best thing to do was get her some kids from school. One kid caught on it was my mom even when I didn't tell him. So it's not all her fault. It's my dad's and my fault and a little bit her fault."
"That's very brave of you to take the blame," Miss Piatt said, "but your mom does need help. Let's forget about guilt and get help for your mother."
"I'm hopeless," Pat sighed.
Joey went over and threw his arms around his mom and sobbed.
"There's hope and help for you," Kate Piatt said, "and I will see to it you get it."
Finally, between the school counselor and her son both insisting that she get help, Pat Alexander agreed to have psychiatric guiding. She went to her counseling sessions. She was helped, and never again did she get involved with her son or any young men. Eventually she found a man her own age and married. When Joey went on to college he had a mother and father at last.
