Of all forms of sexual aberrations, none has produced more violent and yet widely divergent public reactions than that of mother-son incest. These range all the way from the fact that this activity is, in fact, the ultimate form of mother love to the other extreme that the dirtiest word in the English language is "mother-fucker."
By whose word and decision is this practice indeed judged as sinful? Even theologians are hard pressed to find direct references condemning it in the scriptures. Sociological researchers tend to agree that the cultural bans against sexual relations between mothers and sons can be traced back to the totem and taboo of primordial cultures during the age of the Neanderthal man. During this period, at the dawn of civilization, mankind was a minority group that was engaged in a never-ending battle with the animals and the raw elements of nature. Survival was the name of the game. The nomad tribes of Cro-Magnon man who banded together to share a single cave for the primary purpose of self-preservation vied with each other in a constant uphill battle against extinction.
These tribes were the forerunners of the family group as later generations grew to know it. They were hard pressed to keep up with the attrition of those members of their clans who were lost in the perpetual battle with the animals who outnumbered and overwhelmed them on all fronts. The natural tribal birth rate alone would not keep the scales in balance. A constant supply of new adult blood was required. If the virile young male members of the "family" were allowed to satiate their sexual appetites in continual cohabitation with what we now call their mothers and sisters, the tribal "family" would be doomed to sure extinction. Realizing this fact, the tribal elders established strict taboos against such intramural sexual liaisons. Thus they forced the young males out to capture and subdue the maidens of other tribal groups and drag them into the communal cave to serve them sexually and thus perpetuate the balance of tribal population.
Even as civilization progressed and man emerged triumphant over the animals and the elements, the old rules persisted and became the foundation for the cultural bans against intra-family sex, or what we have come to refer to as incest.
It must be noted that once the original need for the taboo had passed not all cultures and societies continued to embrace and enforce it. Indeed, in many such cultures which are still prevalent in Africa, Central and South America and the South Pacific islands, the sexual education and indoctrination of the male child is considered a primary and sacred duty of the mother.
To what extent mother-son incest flourishes in current sociological circles, even experts can do little more than venture a guess. Statistics in this highly personal realm of human existence are virtually non-existent. Rare indeed is the son who would blow the whistle on his mother to the local religious or social authorities for making sexual advances to him. How do these anti-social practices come into being? What spawns and nourishes them?
In the author traces the life cycle of one such sociological phenomenon from inception to fruition to resolution. The characters are, to be sure, fictional and yet their individual experiences and pattern of progression through this little-understood and seldom-discussed aspect of human sexual behavior are classically genuine. Even in the informal manner in which they are presented to the reader, they may well represent one of the most cogent studies of this particular aspect of human sexuality.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
"Oh, God, Jeff, you're giving me the most superb fucking I've ever gotten. That beautiful big young cock of yours stuffs my hungry cunt even more crammed full than your dead father's used to."
"That's just because it's so hungry for that sweet little snatch of yours, mom," the boy replied as he lunged into his mother's quivering cunt with long powerful strokes.
"Oh, darling, how many times do I have to remind you not to call me 'mom' while we're having sex together. I know that what we're doing is wrong and I feel guilty enough about having seduced you into this relationship without being reminded of it just while I'm enjoying it so thoroughly."
"I'm sorry, Vickie darling. I guess it's just force of habit. After all, I've thought of you as my mother all my life. It's just recently that I've come to think of you also as my lover. Every now and then it just slips out, I guess. I wouldn't say or do anything to hurt you for the world. I love you too much-in too many different ways-to ever hurt you. Oh, my darling, you've got such a wonderful cunt. I've come to feel so at home in it," Jeff said, and then really began to slam his big hot young meat into his mother with a vengeance as their passions spiraled upwards to a thundering crescendo. The mattress groaned, the bedsprings squeaked and the slats threatened to break as the bed shuddered as though the room were caught up in the throes of an earthquake. His sweaty flat stomach was glued to the soft white skin of hers like a damp vacuum cup. Their damp patches of pubic hair stuck together and matted where they intertwined as her big tender tits flattened themselves up against his taut, still-hairless chest while the swollen stiff nipples dug into his. She threw her arms around his shoulders and flung her legs around his buttocks, pulling the whole length of his instrument ever deeper into her burning cunt. She pulled his mouth down to t hers and slithered her hot tongue deep inside of it as their pubic mounds ground into each other's wanton bodies. Jeff urged his hand beneath her heaving buttocks and worked a finger all the way into her hot tight little ass-hole urging her up even tighter to his throbbing, demanding cock as he rammed into her hot wet cunt like a runaway pile driver.
"Press your cunt up all the way to me, Vickie. Thrust it up to me and make it cum. I want to feel all those throbbing muscles grab and squeeze and milk at my prick as I plant my seeds in the very secret recesses of your belly. I want you to cum with me. That's what makes it perfect. When we cum together. Please cum with me!"
"Yes, my darling boy. Oh, yes! I will, I will, I will! I'm there right now. I'm ready whenever you are. Just say when!" she gasped into his mouth.
"Now, darling, now! I'm cuming. Cum with me. Right now!" he groaned.
"Oh, yes! Yes, yes, yes! There it is. Can you feel it. Can you feel me cuming all over your lovely cock? Ahhhhhhhhh!"
"Ohhhhhhh! Oh, God, can I ever feel it. Now feel me. Feel my prick burst and cum deep inside of your precious pussy. Suck it with your lovely cunt and drain out every drop of my love for you. Here it is!"
With a final lunging drive into her, Jeff Burke exploded his blood-engorged cock with searing love cream into the very womb from which he had emerged fifteen years earlier.
Vickie Burke stared up at the crazy pattern of reflected lights from the traffic on the street below that danced across the bedroom ceiling like an out-of-focus kaleidoscope. Now that she was sexually calm, she was emotionally distraught. It was a feeling that she had come to know well, and even learn to live with, these past six months. She was caught up in a never-ending tug-of-war between the demands of her sex and the dictates of her conscience. At thirty-five, she was an outstandingly beautiful and youthful-appearing woman. It was no mere fortunate blessing of nature. She worked hard to retain the image: long hours of exercise, constant dieting, the most expensive of cosmetics, health foods and heavy daily dosages of vitamins, minerals and iron. Retaining the glow of youth was a full-time job and one that she did well. The men who stared admiringly at her and the women who fixed her with envious glances would have never suspected that they were looking at a lecherous female who had seduced her own young son into a sexual liaison. Up until last November, Vickie wouldn't have believed it herself. But that was before that fateful day when she came home from work two hours earlier and chanced upon a scene that changed her life.
It was already getting dark when Vickie drove up in front of the apartment building in which she and her son Jeff lived. Usually when she returned home from work and let herself in the apartment, she was in the habit of singing out, "Jeff, I'm home!" On this particular night, she didn't do so because the apartment was dark, indicating that Jeff wasn't yet home, and because she could hardly wait to get to the bathroom.
As Vickie groped her way down the darkened hallway she heard muffled voices as she passed the door to the study. Her first thought was that Jeff had gone out and left the television set on. She spied into the room and saw that the big picture tube was dark. Obviously, the voices that she heard were live. The demands of her curiosity overcame those of her bladder and she hung back in the shadows and peered furtively into the murky semi-darkness of the room.
Vickie was tempted to speak up and announce her presence but that some inner voice told her to remain quiet. She stood silent and motionless peering into the semi-darkened room. In time her eyes became accustomed to the gloom and she made out two figures on the love seat that faced the TV. The figures appeared to be naked. She recognized one of them as being her son Jeff, and she heard him say, as he massaged a young girl's small, immature breasts, "Gee, you've got nice tits, Sally." The girl only giggled.
As her eyes got better adjusted to the dim light, she began to see things more distinctly. Jeff was bent over the girl so that he could suck and massage her little underdeveloped breasts. The girl's hand was seemingly buried in his crotch, hidden from sight. Suddenly, the boy broke away from her grasp and slid his face down between Sally's thighs. Without hesitancy he pressed his mouth to her fur-fringed sex slit. As she watched, Vickie felt a little electric shock deep down in her own loins. It was as though her son's tongue had suddenly slipped into her own cunt rather than in that of the young girl on the love seat. Standing quietly transfixed in the darkened hallway, Vickie was hardly conscious of what she was doing as she gathered up the front of her skirt and plunged her hand into her now-moist panties. She teased her quivering clit with her finger just as she knew her son was teasing Sally's with his tongue.
"Oh, yes, that's it, Jeff. Right there. Keep licking and sucking it just like you are now. That's perfect. Don't change anything and for God's sake don't stop. Oh, yes, it's beautiful. Suck my cunt, baby, suck it good. That's it. Here I cum. I'm going to cum right in your mouth. Eat my pussy. Eat it all up. Ahhhh!" Sally's voice was breathless with passion but the words came through all too clearly to Vickie, whose hand was vigorously massaging her throbbing clit.
"That was lovely, Jeff. You're really learning how to do it," Sally said. "Now you come on back up here," the girl continued. "It's not fair for you to have all the fun. Having my pussy eaten always gives me an appetite for sucking cock. Get back up here and get comfortable and I'm going to gobble up every bit of your prick."
Vickie thought, Surely the time has come to call a halt to this disgraceful performance by making my presence known. After all, that brazen hussy is talking to my little boy.
Jeff was back up on the love seat now and Sally's hands were stroking his hard cock. She let go for a moment while she moved down onto the floor between Jeff's legs. Jeff's hard-on came into full view. Vickie almost gasped aloud at the sight of it. It was huge. Jeff had been a timid boy once he had come to puberty and it had been years since his mother had seen him in the nude. To her, Jeff was still her "little boy." She had refused to face the fact that he was growing up just as she had refused to admit her own aging since she had passed her twenty-ninth birthday. Her eyes were glued to his sex now. By no stretch of the imagination, could that gigantic thing be the cock of a little boy ? What her wide-eyed stare beheld now was the proud prick of a man.
Sally was licking his balls now and began to dart her tongue about in little butterfly flicks as she spiraled up that huge shaft. The swollen knob glistened in the dim light. From the way Sally was going at it, Vickie realized that this young slut with her son was no amateur at cock-sucking. When Sally took the juice-coated glans into her mouth, Vickie could almost taste in her own mouth the sweet flavor of the clear juices that seeped from the slit. It had been a long time since she had experienced the thrill of having the delicious love cream slide smoothly over her tongue. When she and her husband were first married she had found the taste of his cum unpleasant and sickening. She had spit it out almost at once. In those, early days of her sex experience, she found the practice of sucking her husband's cock distasteful. However, during the last few months of her pregnancy, before Jeff was born, she would often suck his penis in lieu of engaging in normal intercourse. During that period not only did she acquire a taste for his jism but also developed an addiction for it. During the final years of their marriage she was Frenching him as often as she laid him. The scene before her eyes brought the memories flooding back all too vividly. Her throat was parched and her mouth was hot and dry.
"Go all the way down on it, Sally," Jeff urged the young girl. "Suck my cock all the way down to my balls."
Sally's lips slid down slowly over the shiny purple head and then down the whole length of his trembling member. Then they came back up until only the very tip of his hard shaft remained in the moist confines of her mouth. She began a slowly accelerating movement up and down the shaft' of his throbbing cock.
Vickie wondered if she herself could orally encase that massive cock. She tried to swallow but couldn't. Her temples were throbbing and her heart was pounding as she watched this strange young girl suck the cock of her only son. She had never had the experience of being a voyeur of a sex act before. Suddenly, at this moment, she realized how much she had been missing. Her hand in her panties was quite gooey now. She had already brought herself to two orgasms as she watched her son and the young girl. She wondered just how much of that delicate lip and tongue massage Jeff's young sex could tolerate. She was totaly unprepared for Sally's next move. Suddenly, Sally pulled her face off of the boy's crotch and hopped back up onto the cushions of the love seat. Spreading her legs, she grabbed Jeff's throbbing, twitching staff and begged, "Put it in me now, Jeff. I want to feel it inside of me. Come on, baby, cram that beautiful big prick of yours into my pussy and fuck me. I want to feel it shoving deeper and deeper into me until your dick explodes and you shoot your hot cum way inside my cunt. Fuck me, Jeff. Fuck me good, like you always do."
Up until now Vickie had somehow assumed that the two teenagers were merely in the habit of giving each other hand and lip service in their heavy petting sessions. Sex play was one thing but engaging in actual intercourse was something else. She wondered how long this had been going on while she was at work every day.
"C'mon, Jeff, give it all to me. I want every bit of your hot hard prick. Don't be afraid. Sock it to me and make me cum. You don't have to try and hold back. I know how you like it best. I'll suck you off again and make you cum in my mouth after you give me a good fucking and spurt your juices in my hot cunt. We've got plenty of time before your old lady gets home."
Old lady, indeed! Vickie thought. She had a good mind to go in and throw that young tramp out of her home but she was rooted to the spot where she stood watching the youngsters in the throes of intercourse. Jeff seemed to be doing all of the work. That dumb little slut didn't even respond but just laid there under him like a live corpse. Vickie had always believed in being an active female participant in the sex act. She had always had an idea that only professional whores were totally unresponsive because so many of their customers wanted to fantasize that they were taking sex away from them or raping them. She wondered if Jeff had been paying this young broad. If she were nothing more than a teenage whore. She realized the stupidity of the whole idea. Her son could hardly procure the daily services of a prostitute on his very limited allowance. The girl was just stupid. She didn't deserve a beautiful reaming like Jeff was giving her. It was a criminal waste of his beautiful virile young sex. He deserved something much better than this girl Sally. Vickie's hand was now nervously massaging the erectness of her clit as she tried to visualize herself in the girl's place and pretended that her fingers were merely a stand-in for that lovely hard young manhood that her son was squandering upon the callow, unappreciative young girl.
"That's it, Jeff, cram it all the way in there," Sally moaned. "I'm gonna cum! Fuck me real good and after I get off my rocks, I wanna feel your hot jism cumming in my cunt. Wow! Here it comes. Oooooohhhhh!"
The sight and sound and moans of their sex was more than Vickie could bear. Her hand became very creamy now and then it got wet. Not only did she bring herself to orgasm but her full bladder could no longer contain its load. She felt the warm yellow liquid flooding over her hand and running down her legs and into her shoes before the heavy carpet soaked up the uncontrollable flooding.
"I'm cumming, Sally!" Jeff gasped from the love seat a scant few feet away from Vickie. "I'm gonna shoot my hot load right in your cunt this time but remember your promise. Later you gotta suck it all hard again and let me cum in your mouth and let me watch you swallow it."
Vickie realized that if she heard and saw much more of this lewdness she would surely faint. Her knees had suddenly turned to jelly. She braced her hand against the wall and slowly made her way back to the front door. Her flooded shoes squished and leaked onto the carpet with each slow step. She felt all warm and wet and dirty from the waist down. She would have given anything to be able to go the other way to the bathroom and get out of those wet clothes and take a shower. Instead, she eased open the front door, slipped out-and closed it quietly. She was terribly uncomfortable, wallowing in her own urine, as she made her way down the street to where she had parked the car. Once she gained the privacy of its interior she kicked off the shoes and slipped off the soaking wet hose and panties. She dried herself as best she could and then started the engine and turned on the heater. She wiped out her shoes and placed their open tops near the heat vents. The warm air soon changed the cold clammy damp feeling on her skin to one of sticky filth.
The dashboard clock indicated that it was nearly six-thirty. Jeff knew that Vickie would be coming home at seven. She wondered if Sally had yet aroused him to a new erection and if she was, perhaps even now, going down on that beautiful young cock of his. Vickie wondered how long it would take so soon after their actual coitus. Two hours before such questions, even in her mind, would have been unthinkable to her as applied to her own son. Now she was still in a state of shock from the erotic performance she had stumbled upon accidentally. She wondered idly if Sally had been his first sex mate or if there had been others. She couldn't put the image of young Jeff's huge sex tool out of her mind. She had never even suspected that he had matured so. The light in the room in which she had been spying had been poor but it looked as though he was even more heavily endowed than his father had been. Her eyes had been glued to the front door of their apartment building. The door opened now and Jeff and Sally came out. Thank goodness, they headed in the opposite direction. She slipped on the still damp shoes and drove closer to the apartment building. With luck she could rinse out her panties and hose and get a shower before Jeff got back.
Vickie was scurrying about the kitchen in a fresh robe when Jeff returned.
"Hi, mom. You're home early tonight. Anything happen?"
"No, we weren't busy so we closed a few minutes early, that's all," she lied, suddenly embarrassed to look at him. "How was your day. Anything exciting happen?"
"Nah. Just the same old grind. When'll dinner be ready," he called over his shoulder, heading for his room.
"I just put it in the oven. It will take about a half-hour."
"Good. Then I've got time for a shower."
Yes, Vickie thought, I hope you make it a real hot one and use lots of soap. I don't imagine that that young slut you had up here is the cleanest girl in the world.
Vickie had drained her second drink sitting there at the bar as she thought back to how it had all started that night in November. She was beginning to unwind a bit now. Perhaps after one more drink she could sleep. Sometimes she wondered if the underlying feeling of guilt about wanting to fuck her own son would ever go away. Things are supposed to get easier with time and repetition. Even now, after all this time, she felt the same pangs of conscience every night after their sex acts were over. The ice in her glass had all melted now. Oh, hell, who needed ice. She poured another heavy straight shot into the glass and lit a cigarette. She took a drag and a long swallow and went back to her reverie.
That first night after she had watched Jeff with Sally had been the night that Vickie had started to drink. The whole situation was so ridiculously unfair. It would be different if her husband Roy were still alive. Then she might even be happy to think that her son was "getting a little." But Roy was dead and so was her own sex life and she felt nothing but a deep resentment that Jeff should be wasting his beautiful body on that titless young ingrate that didn't even know how to fuck him back. It just wasn't fair when her need for sex was so desperate and she had so much more to offer him than that little tramp Sally.
Vickie was an intelligent, well-educated woman. She knew that what she was contemplating was incest and that this was generally conceded to be one of the vilest crimes against society. If she and Jeff were ignorant, it would have been a simple matter. But they did know better and that was going to be the big hang-up. Her first big step would have to be to rationalize the situation for both of them.
For Jeff's part it would probably be relatively easy. She took solace in an old expression that Roy used to use: "A stiff prick has no conscience." By the same logic surely a virile young man with a throbbing erection and a strong sex drive would be more concerned with gratifying his sexual urges than with any moral implications associated with the manner in which he satiated his ravenous sexual appetite.
Vickie opened her robe and stood before the full-length mirror. She examined her body as clinically as though she had never seen it before.
Her breasts were large and firm, without a hint of droop. The nipples were the size of the tip of her little finger and centered in shell pink areolas the size of a half-dollar. She had always been proud of her breasts and grateful that she wasn't cursed with those nasty dark brown nipples like some girls she had known. Her tummy was flat and the skin was taut. The soft, silky pubic hairs of her cunt were the same honey-blonde color as the hair on her head. Raising one foot to the arm of a chair she spread open the lips of her cunt with her fingers and studied the reflection of its interior parts in the mirror. Her little bud of a clit at the top of her slit protruded ever so slightly from its protective flesh hood.
Standing erect again now she turned her back to the mirror, raised the robe and examined her firm, well-rounded cheeks of her buttocks. The lovely orbs were like ivory globes, as perfectly formed and proportioned as her breasts. Her legs had well-developed thighs and full calves leading down to thin ankles and small feet.
Vickie felt that she had passed her own critical inspection with flying colors. She felt increased confidence in herself in carrying out the plan that was beginning to formulate in her mind.
Having passed the physical, she celebrated with another drink and set about to brainwash her mind and conscience into accepting the fact that black was actually white. Since she was an intelligent woman, she didn't minimize the difficulty of her task. She related her position to that of a sharp attorney who is forced to fight a tough, uphill battle in defense of an unpopular and berated cause against heavy and deeply entrenched opposition. Her only formidable weapon against such odds was a deep and well-developed sense of logic, which had made her a highly successful, if unpopular, captain of the debating team at college. Her forte had been that she possessed the rare ability to totally reject all of the popular beliefs and generally accepted precepts and to get back to the very beginning and launch a brand-new approach based upon pure, common, simple logic. Now Vickie banked heavily upon this ability to serve as the basis for the arguments she needed to win the most important debate of her life: that of her erotic desires versus the forces of her deep-seated moralistic convictions. In effect, it was a classic enactment of the case of the irresistible force coming to grips with the immovable object.
Vickie remembered her Sunday-school training. In the Ten Commandments it says, "Thou Shalt Not Covet Thy Neighbor's Wife." Nowhere in the Bible had she found anything that said, "Thou Shalt Not Lay Your Own Son." As she recalled, there were numerous references to such incestuous relationships and these weren't necessarily condemned. To the best of her knowledge the origin of the ban on incest was from the ancient totem and taboo tribal laws, not from religious teaching. As such, this wasn't God's law-it was man's. Since man is fallible, so are his laws and opinions.
Some of her precepts may have been questionable but it constituted a logical enough argument to convince Vickie Burke that the purposeful seduction of her very own son would provide the most practical and pleasant solution to both of their sex problems. Getting quite tight all by herself at this same little bar, that night she had carefully prepared her plans for the next day. She would prepare Jeff for her plans.
CHAPTER TWO
When she sneaked quietly back into bed, Jeff was sleeping flat on his back. His right hand was absently stroking his big cock which was semi-erect. From the expression on his face and the little mumbling noises that he was making, it was obvious that he was having a very pleasant dream. Vickie bet that she could make his dream even more pleasant. He was probably dreaming about that beautiful Italian movie star, Gina Lollobrigida, whom they had watched in a color movie on television earlier. She was a lovely sexpot and perhaps she could help Jeff make out with her in his dreams. Why not? The boy deserved a little variety. She knew that he had been absolutely faithful to her ever since their mother-son affair had begun. Perhaps he had little choice in the matter since she kept him drained of jism.
Sliding down between the sleeping boy's legs she propped her face up on her elbow just above his crotch. Carefully, she removed his stroking hand from his stiff prick and replaced it with her own. She stroked it slowly and gently as he had been doing so as not to awaken him with a rapid change in tempo. While she stroked his shaft she licked his balls and tickled them with her tongue. His cock began to twitch and a heavy clear juice began to seep from the slit in the mauve-colored glans. Vickie loved getting very near to him this way and thrilling to the close-up view of his beautiful sex organ. He was so much like his father-only more so.
Her soft cool lips slid easily over the juicy head of his cock, taking it into the damp warm confines of her mouth where her active tongue made sure that it corralled every drop of the delicate pre-coital discharge. Oh God, she thought, I can't help myself. I simply can't resist the delightful bouquet and heady flavor of my own son's sex juices. Slowly, she moved her tender lips further and further down the burning shaft while she maintained a constantly mobile pressure with her tongue against his swollen seminal discharge tube. She felt the spongy head of his hard cock slide past her dangling palate, treating it to a delightfully delicate musk-like taste as it slid by into the back of her mouth. Still only half of that huge shaft was orally imprisoned. She raised her shoulders and changed her angle of attack somewhat so as to give him a straight shot down into her throat. She felt the hot swollen glans burrow on down deep in her throat until it grazed at the very nether mouth of her esophagus as her lips made final contact with the curly little pubic hairs at the base of his long staff as she succeeded in cramming every bit of his hot sex meat into her mouth and throat.
The boy was talking incoherently in his sleep now. She had succeeded in making his dream even more pleasant than it had been. Even though she couldn't understand the words, the tone was sufficient to indicate that he was dreaming of having sex. She was going to trigger him into the most sensational wet dream he had ever experienced. His cock was quite slippery now from her saliva and from his own pre-ejaculatory juices. She slid her mouth easily up and down the full length of the swollen shaft several ,times as he moaned in ecstatic delight. His hands sought her head and he ran his fingers gently through her hair.
Even as she sucked his cock so expertly, Vickie was proud to think that she had discovered a great new means of keeping a man on the straight and narrow. It was all so simple. After all, hypnosis was nothing more than planting a thought or idea in the subconscious mind. The hard part was that the conscious mind stood guard over the subconscious. At night only the conscious mind slept, the subconscious never did, otherwise we couldn't dream, she reckoned. While the guard was asleep she would sneak into the subconscious and see if she could plant a few seeds. It should work but she had to test her theory and find out for sure.
She loved sucking her son's cock and once she had started she was reluctant to stop for a single instant until she had succeeded in extracting the delicious juices from his semen-swollen nuts. She sometimes thought of him as a sexy squirrel who enjoyed in burying his nuts deep in her throat. She forced herself to pull up off of her turgid target so that she could speak to the sleeping boy and implant the thought. He moaned in disappointment as the tip of his burning prick slipped from her soft moist lips.
"Hello, Jeff, it's Gina. I knew you wanted me and so I came To you. Would you like to make love to me, Jeff. Would you like to fuck your little Gina?" she spoke softly so as not to frighten or awaken him.
"Oh, Gina, it's true. It's really you, my beautiful Gina. Yes, let me make love to you and you make love to me, my darling," he mumbled in his sleep.
Content now that her wild idea had indeed worked, Vickie went back to the delightful task that she had left unfinished. She covered his cock and balls with little butterfly flicks of her tongue and then slipped her moist lips ever so gently over the puffy, drooling head of his rock-hard throbbing shaft of manhood and began stroking tenderly up and down the pulsating meat, taking more and more of it into her warm wet mouth and throat with each successive stroke until the swollen glans plugged her deep throat so tightly that she was sure that she would choke and had to come way up to the top of it for a gasp of air before diving back down on it.
Every time that she would suck her son's big young cock she would think of her husband. How he had loved to have her suck the throbbing shaft of his cock. He had trained her well over the years and now that training was paying off for his son. Jeff's cockhead was getting bigger and bigger now like the head of a puff adder about to strike. The shaft of his turgid cock was wedged so deep in Vickie's throat that if he didn't cum in a second or two-she would surely suffocate.
"Oh, Gina sweetie, take it. Suck my big cock Oh, yes, let me cum in your beautiful mouth. Oh, how I love to have you suck me. Oh yes, do it, baby, do it. Suck harder, harder. Oh, yes, I'm about to cum now. Oh, I'm almost there. A little harder. Oh, I'm gonna cum now. I'm cumming to you, Gina darling. There, now. Ooooohhhh," Jeff mumbled in his sleep as he gushed forth what seemed to Vickie like gallons of his sweet hot cum deep in her throat. The taste of his molten manhood inflamed her brain and intoxicated her as she gulped with all of her might to keep from drowning in the heavy frothy white fluid that flooded her throat and mouth and even forced its way out of her nostrils. She nearly choked on his vast outpouring but she managed to keep swallowing until she had ingested every previous drop of it. She kept sucking and tonguing his limp prick now until it shrunk to a mere nubbin and slipped from her mouth.
As she climbed up beside him she saw the contented smile on his face as he fell into an even-deeper sleep, ecstatic in the belief that he had just experienced a passionate love affair with the Italian sexpot.
You naughty boy. You think you've been chippying on mother, don't you? If you know what's good for you, you'll make sure that all of your cheating on me is done in your sleep. I'll even help you, as I did tonight, she grinned at her sleeping son. As usual, sex always put him to sleep while it made her wide awake. She slipped from bed for a final nightcap and smoke.
It was still only a little after ten o'clock. Sex, or no sex, Vickie still insisted that Jeff get at least eight hours sleep each night. Any form of sex activity with her son always left her in a state of fitful wakefulness and generally she came out to the bar to unwind. Perhaps, in time, she could bring the nagging guilt complex under control and fall asleep with him. Tonight she would drink, and smoke, and think until it was time for the eleven o'clock television news. Then, perhaps, she could sleep. Some nights she was unable to do so until after the Late Show, or even after the Late Late Show.
Now, in her quiet solitude, she went back to resume her mental re-run of the beginning of their sexual relationship. The day after she had watched him with Sally and come to the shocking realization that her little boy had grown into the sexual maturity of manhood, she was dedicated to sharing that newly achieved maturity with him and directing it into channels which would satisfy her own gnawing sex demands. Her ultimate goal was crystal clear in her mind but the means by which it might best be achieved were hazy. While she had established a general procedure in her mind, she reasoned that in the early stages she would be well advised to play it by ear rather than attempt to adhere to any rigid plan or timetable.
Under normal circumstances the seduction of an interesting male presented little or no problem to a physically attractive and sexually desirable female. When the male involved happens to be her own son the circumstances are no longer normal. All of his life Jeff had been taught to think of his mother as a woman apart: a goddess on a pedestal. How could she now step down from that pedestal and make her high-minded son realize that she indeed had mortal feet of clay; much less a throbbing, demanding vagina of flesh and blood that ached and cried out for his strong young sex.
Ever since he had been a toddler, he and his mother had always talked things out frankly, openly discussing every question and problem that came up during his formative years. Even when he had broken the neighbor's window with his baseball and when he had been arrested for shoplifting a surprise birthday gift for her, they had been able to sit down calmly and talk about it and work it out. Even so, this was a quite different situation. Notwithstanding the false bravado engendered by alcohol, she couldn't envision herself going to her son and saying, "Look, little buddy, since your dad died mom is sex starved. She needs a man to screw her fore and aft and to suck her pussy and to let her suck his cock. Now that you're the man of the family, you're elected to take care of your old mom's sex needs."
No, that would never do. Even if she could bring herself to say it-which of course she couldn't-it might have a serious and permanent traumatic effect upon the young man. Her ap-roach to sexual relations with her son couldn't be conversational or even psychological. It would have to be physical.
Now that she was committed to a basic approach, just how should she go about putting it into action? Obviously, she couldn't just force her sex upon him in a sort of physical rape. This wouldn't accomplish the long-term results that she so desperately desired. The plan that she finally evolved called for first having sex with the boy when he was totally unconscious, in a deep sleep. She reasoned that some of the awareness of what was happening would work its way through to his subconscious. Once the subconscious had accepted this as a fact, it would be more receptive and then she would engage in sex acts with him while he was semi-conscious in a light or normal sleep. Some knowledge of what was going on should seep through to his conscious mind so that when she approached him fully conscious, or awake, he would be pre-conditioned to more readily accept the fact that he was indeed engaging in a sexual liaison with his own mother.
* * * *
While Jeff was in school the next day, she visited their family doctor and complained of a severe attack of insomnia. He gave her a prescription for a strong sleeping pill, which she had filled at the local drug store and then returned home. She had told Jeff that she would be off work for several days and might be in and out of the apartment at any hour. She didn't want that young Sally to have a chance to drain him dry before she could get at him. That night she served an early dinner. She melted one of the pills into his food and dissolved a second in his glass of milk. They watched television together until, by seven-thirty, Jeff complained that he was so sleepy that he could hardly keep his eyes open. He kissed her goodnight and retired to his room. Vickie forced herself to remain in the living room and stare, unseeingly, at the tube for the next forty-five minutes until she was sure that he was in a deep sleep. Only then did she go to her room and slip into a transparent negligee. She took the small flashlight from her bedside table and made her way to her son's room.
Jeff was sleeping soundly, flat on his back. His beautiful big cock lay limply across his lower abdomen. Vickie switched on the flashlight in the darkened bedroom and treated her eyes to her first close-up inspection of the boy's now-adult sex organ. His balls were large and firm. Even soft, his beautiful prick looked awfully big. She ached to feel that lovely meat deep inside the depth of her quivering cuntal passage. Cautiously, so as not to awaken him, she began to fondle and stroke his gigantic pole. It twitched and grew at her touch and soon was nearly fully erected. Slowly, she lowered her face to the beautiful throbbing hot shaft and began to lick it with her burning tongue and then slip her voracious lips over the huge knob and down over the throbbing length of the shaft until her son's young cock became as hard as a drill rod. Her cock-hungry vagina was very moist now and she straddled the sleeping boy and lowered her warmly throbbing cunt to the throbbing shaft of his big cock. Grasping the thick trunk of his erection, she guided its huge head into the hair-lined cuntal lips of her starving vagina. As she did, the warm soft glans grazed her inflamed erect clitoris and nearly drove her wild with sexual desire. Once she had enclosed the tip of the lust-swollen cock in the velvet glove of her vulva she lowered her loins slowly until the trembling hot flesh rod had penetrated half of her vaginal tunnel. Almost without warning she felt the muscular spasms sweep through her as even the initial partial penetration brought her to the first climax that had been naturally induced in over a years. She was very juicy then and slid down easily to take in the rest of her son's hardened young cock. My God, Vicky said to herself, my cunt has never been this beautifully stuffed, even when Roy was here. My boy's wonderful prick is even longer and fatter than his father's. I'll bet he could give me the fucking of a lifetime if he were awake.
The passionate cravings for sexual attention which Vickie had kept locked tightly in her loins for so long suddenly broke loose sweeping everything before them in the mad dash for escape. All of her careful plans for caution' were tossed to the wind as she was consumed in the fires of desire which had been banked too long. She began bobbing up and down on his erect cock like a wild animal, slamming her wet gash hard against his belly and balls on each demanding downstroke that swallowed his huge prick as though it were a twig caught up in the vortex or a tornado. She moaned and sobbed uncontrollably as she viciously massaged the interior of her clasping wet cunt on the boy's shaft of his erect cock as she brought herself to orgasm after long overdue orgasm. Even in his deep sleep he was not insensitive to the ferocity of her attack upon his manhood. At last she felt the hot knob deep inside of her gaping wet cunt swell and burst as he ejaculated one powerful jet after another of hot love cream way up inside of her to splash off of her long untouched uterus. When she raised off of his fast-falling spent member and unplugged her hot vaginal tunnel, what seemed like a cupful of their hot sex juices poured out flooding his pubic hairs and coating his drained balls. The unexpected frenzy of the initial encounter had left Vickie so weak that she hardly had strength enough to crawl off of him and the bed and make her way unsteadily to the bathroom.
It had been so long since she had had a real live piece of man meat inside of her and his had been so huge that she was stretched and sore inside. She examined herself in the door mirror in the bathroom and she was sure that her vaginal opening hadn't been so distended and stretched out of shape since she had delivered Jeff fifteen years earlier. She took a long, soothing warm douche and limped weakly to the bar in the living room. Her knees were even weaker than they had been the day before after she had watched Jeff with Sally. She poured herself a stiff drink and contemplated the path upon which she had embarked. Physically, the experience had been perfectly superb. Even on her wedding night with Roy she had not felt so completely and blindly enthralled with sex as she had tonight with his son-her son. Emotionally, she was reduced to an absolute basket case of raw nerves. After the long famine in the sex department she felt that she had just feasted at the finest of banquet tables. She felt like an overdue virgin who had just been screwed, glued and tattooed. On the reverse side of the talisman, she felt that she had plunged into the very depths of degradation and taken her beloved son with her on her trip to hell. She related her present position to that of an undecided astronaut. She had already blasted off and it was too late to abort the mission. Now, for better or for worse, she was committed to an orbital course that would either burn itself out through loss of momentum or otherwise continue on indefinitely.
Her second drink brought the involuntary trembling under control and she suddenly remembered the awful mess, like afterbirth, that she had left on her son's sex center. Supposing he were to awaken and discover this. He would surely guess what had happened and her newly launched flight of passion might crash in flames before it had really gotten off the ground. She rushed to the bathroom and dampened a small towel and pulled a dry one off of the towel rack. Jeff was still sleeping soundly but he had rolled over onto his stomach. The bed looked as if a baby had been delivered on it. With the towels she cleaned the mess from the bottom sheet as best she could. Then she rolled the sleeping boy over and began to wash and dry his sex organs. The genitals responded to the alternate damp-and-dry massage and soon his cock was fully erected again. It looked even more mammoth than it had earlier. Vickie remembered what Sally had said about not being able to get all of that baseball bat of his into her mouth. She wondered if she might be able to do better than the young girl had. Now that she had felt his big cock in her cunt she was anxious to feel it in her mouth and throat and to taste of its precious juices. She sat on the edge of the bed and bent low over his crotch. It had been over a year since she had experienced the erotic thrill of feeling a warm lust-swollen cock forcing its way into her mouth and down the tight confines of her throat. The sight of that glistening head drew her mouth like a magnet. She opened her lips wide and let them slide tenderly over the big hot head and bit by bit she she went deeper and deeper on the length of that hotly pulsating erection as she kept her tongue actively massaging his swollen urethral duct which was rapidly filling with his delicious semen. She caressed and squeezed his tight balls and stroked the lower extremity of the throbbing shaft that she was unable to work into her lips on this first try. Now, more clearly than before, she realized just how much bigger he was than his father had been. She began taking long, rhythmic strokes up and down the full length of the shaft, trying with each stroke to force the swollen heated cock a little further down her throat. Her fingers felt the violent twitching of his balls instants before the head of his cock, deep in her throat now, puffed and expelled the hot heavy white nectar with the flavor of creamed kelp into her as she was hard pressed to swallow rapidly and deeply enough to keep abreast of the heavy youthful outpouring. Vickie went wild with the taste of him. She was in seventh heaven. When she had finished drinking from her favorite fountain she released his thoroughly drained sex and proceeded to clean him with her tongue and her lips until no hint of sex juice remained on his now-deflated cock. Now she rolled him over and tried to clean the rest of the sheet beneath him. It was hopeless. He would surely notice it in the morning and might guess what had happened. She couldn't risk that.
Vickie remembered that when she had been in the hospital the nurses had a way of changing the sheets without the patients having to get out of bed. They simply rolled them over to one side of the bed, stripped and remade the empty half, then rolled them onto that and made the other half. Perhaps she could accomplish this while Jeff slept.
Opening the linen closet she discovered that his spare sheets were all at the laundry. He always slept on yellow sheets while hers were all pink. Awakening to find the other color on his bed would surely arouse his suspicions and curiosity as to what had happened during the night.
Again she scrubbed away at the sheets but it wouldn't do. She was getting desperate with worry. His realization of having sex relations with her had to come in gradual stages, not all at once in the very beginning. Suddenly, she remembered a crazy stunt the girls used to pull to embarrass new students in the dorm at college. It was a dirty trick to play on her own son, but then desperate situations called for desperate measures.
Gently, she arranged Jeff so that one arm was sticking out over the edge of the bed. Then she pulled the covers up over him. Once that was done she went to the kitchen and got a large flat baking dish which she filled with warm water, just slightly above body temperature. Carrying it carefully to his room she placed it on the bedside chair and lowered his wrist into the warm water. It took about a minute and then she heard the sound of water running and saw the wet spot spread on the upper sheet as the sleeping boy peed the bed. Cautiously, she removed his wrist from the container of warm water and dried it. Quickly now she returned the dish to the kitchen, dumped and wiped it and returned it to the cabinet. Then she returned to the living room and turned on the TV. A few minutes later she heard him go to the bathroom and then fumble around in the linen closet.
"Jeff is that you?" she called out. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing, mom, really. It's very embarrassing but I had a little accident in the bed. Do we have any dry sheets?"
She rushed to his side. The poor boy was as red as a beet.
"Why don't you run in and take a shower, dear. Mother will change your sheets. These things happen to all of us now and then."
Once she had hidden the telltale sheets and Jeff was back in bed on fresh pink ones, Vickie went to her own bed and enjoyed the best night's sleep she had had in a year.
That was the way it had all started six months before. She smiled at the memory. It had taken a lot of guts on her part but the rewards had been high.
In the nights that followed she gradually reduced the quantity of the sleep-inducing drug that she put in his food and drink. By the end of the second week he was beginning to respond, sexually, to her in his light sleep. Several times he slipped and called her "mom" as he, or she, or both of them were about to cum. Three weeks after that first night she realized that he was merely feigning sleep; probably for fear that she might stop what she was doing to him if she realized that he was really awake and aware of what was going on. Vickie realized that the "Moment of Truth" was at hand.
She was on top of Jeff, as usual, sliding up and down his stiff staff. Because the boy was always asleep, or supposed to be, this was always the position she used. The sex books always called it the "woman dominant" position. It was beginning to get to her. It wasn't her basic nature to be a "dominant" woman in sex. She had always enjoyed being the supine, dominated female. She realized that, in the beginning, she had been the aggressor. Now she was sure that Jeff was fully aware of their activities. At the moment he had his eyes closed but he had reached up and was rubbing and squeezing her breasts and thrust his hips up to meet her every stroke.
"Okay, Jeff, you can't go on playing possum forever. We both know what we're doing now so let's wake up and see the Christmas tree. Wouldn't you like to get on top this time and do it right?" she asked him in a no-nonsense manner.
"Yeah, sure, mom, okay. I've known for a long time and I'm all for it. Climb off and lay on your back and let me get on top of you," he replied, blinking his eyes that he had forced shut for so long.
Vickie felt as though a huge burden of guilt had been lifted from her shoulders as she stretched out on her back on the mattress and spread her legs to open her sex for her son.
"C'mon, Jeff, climb aboard and feed me that beautiful cock of yours and stuff my cunt full of it. Then fuck me right, the way a man is supposed to fuck his woman," she urged.
Jeff crawled between his mother's open thighs and aimed the huge knob of his prick into the open pink gash. He rubbed it up and down the length of the fur-fringed trench several times, making sure to rub it against her swollen clit before he pressed downward to bury it to the hilt in her private Tunnel of Love.
"Oh, baby, it's so good to feel your weight on top of me. Don't try to support yourself on your elbows, lay on me and mash me down tight against the mattress. I want to feel your firm, strong body crush me to the bed while you fuck me flat. Oh, God, your beautiful big prick feels even better bearing down into me this way than when I slide down over it. I can feel it press into the very bottom of my cunt. Ram it into me deep and hard, sweetie, and then feel me cum all over it, but don't you dare cum yet. Women are different from men. When you cum once, you've had it. But women can get off their jollies four or five times if you just have enough staying power to hold back and keep fucking until you can't stand it any longer. Oh, Jeff, I love the way you fuck me. You're so very much like your father."
"And I love to fuck you too, mom. It's the most marvelous feeling in the world as my cock sinks deeper and deeper into your soft, sweet pussy and I feel it hugging and squeezing me with those tender sidewalls. Goddamn, you've got the most sensational cunt in the whole world."
He had fucked her long and hard that first time that they both admitted to knowing exactly what they were doing together. His huge hard-driving cock brought her to five big orgasms before he reached the point that he could keep up the pace no longer.
"I've got to cum now. I can't hold it back any longer, mom. Do you want me to cum in your beautiful hot cunt?" he asked her tenderly.
"Oh, yes, my darling. I love to feel your beautiful big prick cumming deep inside of my cunt with sweet hot jism. C'mon, Jeff, cum in my cunt. Fill my throbbing pussy with your hot love-cream. Give it to me, baby boy."
"Here it is, right now. There. Can you feel it?"
"Oh, my God, yes. It's sheer heaven. Hold real still all the way in there and just feel me squeeze your cock with my cunt. NOOOOWWWW! I'M CUMMMMIIIINNG TOOO!"
"Jeez, you really know how to fuck a guy, mom!" he mumbled as he collapsed on her body.
Afterwards they relaxed, lying close together and just feeling content to know that the other one knew. There was no more secret, no sneaky approach. It was all out in the open now.
Later Vickie fixed Jeff a sandwich and a glass of milk and served them in the living room while she had a drink and a cigarette. They sat in the nude, frankly examining and admiring each other's bodies openly for the first time.
"You know, mom, you've got the most beautiful body of any woman in the world. You oughta' model for sculptors. I mean it, really. I've got a confession to make. For years now I've been peeking through the keyhole of your bedroom and bathroom hoping to catch a glimpse of you naked. I started doing it when I was just a little boy, long before I knew what sex was all about. In those days I never paid any attention to your pussy. All I was interested in was those big beautiful tits of yours. They always turned me on, even before I realized what they were turning me on to. Then one night, when I was about twelve, I got up in the middle of the night to go down the hall to the bathroom. It was hot and your bedroom door was open. You and Dad were on the bed making love. All I could see was just a silhouette but it gave me the first hard-on I ever had. After Dad died I started peeping in at you. It always gave me a hard-on and lots of times I'd jack-off while I watched you. I never dreamed that you and I would ever make it-like tonight, I mean."
"Well, then," Vickie replied hesitantly, "as long as this seems to be the time for family confessionals, I have a confession to make to you. I came home early a few weeks ago and was dying to get to the bathroom. When I passed the study I saw you and that girl Sally naked and making love. I stood there and watched you and it gave me very hot pants, indeed. like you, I played with myself while I watched you with that little snip."
"Yes," Jeff grinned at her, "I knew you were standing there in the hall watching us. I even tried to show off a little to impress you."
"You knew?" she exclaimed, shocked at the thought. "But, how could you? I was in the dark and I was quiet as a mouse. How could you have known I was there?"
"It was easy. I smelled your perfume." He beamed as though he was Sherlock Holmes explaining a simple deduction to Dr. Watson. "Not only that but you peed your pants in your excitement. I found that out later when I went to the bathroom barefooted and stepped in the puddle you had left on the carpet."
"Do you know, Jeff, that while I watched you making love to that girl I was standing there pretending that I was her and that you were making love to me?"
"That's really pretty weird, mom, because once I smelled your perfume and knew that you were there I kept trying to pretend that she was you too. It wasn't easy because she doesn't have any tits-I mean, not really; not compared to you." Jeff stared openly and frankly at his mother's huge breasts that stood so proudly erect on her chest.
"How long have you known what I've been doing to you while you were asleep?" she asked him, interested to learn how well she had kept up her deception.
"I've really known for about a week. I woke up one night and you were on top of me sliding that soft wet cunt of yours up and down my hot hard prick. I wanted to say something right then but I didn't dare for fear that you might stop and never do it again. After that I made sure that I stayed awake but pretended to be asleep. Actually, though, I suspected it even before then. At first I used to wake up thinking that I had had a wet dream but there was never any jism on the sheets and yet I knew that I had shot a load in my sleep. Then too, I figured that it isn't normal for a guy to have a wet dream every night. That's when I first determined to try to stay awake and see what was really happening. At first I couldn't because you were still doping me up with those pills. I knew that you were because I could taste them in my food after I started looking for an answer to the mystery."
"I guess I wasn't as smart as I thought I was," Vickie confessed.
"Oh, I wouldn't say that. I think you were plenty smart. It was probably the only way that either of us could have gotten up our nerve to do what we've been doing," he said smiling, and then walked over to her and hugged her. He drew her close and for the first time in his life Jeff Burke gave his beautiful mother a soul kiss. She responded with her tongue in his mouth as their hands ran all over each other's bodies. From that moment on they never thought of themselves as mother and son again. Now they were lovers. Later, Jeff moved down and kissed and sucked and nibbled on her lovely big tits. The nipples grew and hardened in his mouth as he paid them the homage that their superb configuration deserved. Then he moved slowly downward, kissing every inch of her body on the way until he buried his face in the triangle of honey-blonde hair that covered her Venus mound and worked downward to slip his tongue into her silken slit and lick and kiss and suck and nibble as he proceeded to suck and eat her cunt until she orgasmed in his hungry mouth.
"My God, darling, your lovely cunt tastes just as sweet as it feels when I fuck you. I love the flavor of you. It's like honey. You're delicious."
* * * *
That night Vickie moved Jeff into her room and into her bed. If they were going to function as man and wife they might as well live that way.
"I'm not sure I'll be able to sleep the first night in a strange bed," Jeff explained.
"You'll sleep, my dear. I'm going to give you something to make you sleep like a kitten-and it isn't a sleeping pill, either. I'm going to go down and suck that beautiful prick of yours until I unwind and soothe every little muscle and nerve in your body. Would you like that?"
"I'd love it," Jeff moaned and, as if to emphasize his answer, he pressed her down toward his crotch.
That night Vickie pulled out all of the stops. She gave her son a blow job like she had never given, and he had never received in all his life. Every little trick, every special touch, every innuendo she had learned in fifteen years of marriage to his father plus her recent practice on his unconscious form were brought into play. She treated him to a tender tongue massage that traversed from his ass-hole to the slit of his manhood. She kept it up so long that Jeff was sure that he would blow his load before she ever got it in her mouth. When she did take the tortured head into her delicate lips and suck it into the cool damp recesses of her mouth he moaned in ecstatic agony. For long moments that seemed like beautifully torturous hours she took only the glans and corona into her well-trained mouth and sucked on this area voraciously and demandingly before she moved slowly downward and then back up to the very tip again. With each agonizingly stimulating stroke she went a little deeper and a little deeper. Finally, the orally entrapped portion of his pounding sex overflowed the depth of her mouth and she began to work it slowly down the tight stricture of her throat, making wonderful little suctioning movements with her mouth and throat muscles while her tongue tormented the bursting seminal discharge duct. Deeper and deeper down her throat she worked the tortured head until her lips were grazing his pubic hairs and her tongue stuck out to flick at the urethral tube where it disappeared into the depths of his trembling balls. Tonight she had managed to work her lips all the way down on it and bury his meat clear down to her lungs, it seemed. When the explosive chain reaction could no longer be contained, the all-powerful fission of nerves, muscles, emotions and the very marrow of his bones started way down in the soles of his feet and thundered upward destroying everything in their path until the seething lava of his love erupted to blast and flow the explosive outpouring of his molted manhood to inundate the oral caverns of her head and neck. She nearly drowned and was swept away in the tidal wave proportions of his flooding seminal discharge into her upper sex tubes and their tributaries.
When she finally released his thoroughly drained sex from her lips she said, smiling up at him, "Was that as good as the blow job Sally promised to give you after you fucked her while I watched. I left before she kept her promise to you. Do I come up to her standards?"
"There's no contest, Vickie. My darling, you have to be the greatest cocksucker that ever lived and to think you're mine-all mine."
"That's right, Jeff. All yours, till death do us part. What mother and son hath put together let no man set asunder."
Five minutes later Jeff slept peacefully beside her in her bed just as he had as a suckling infant fifteen years before.
CHAPTER THREE
The weeks rolled into happy months as life was just one long honeymoon for Vickie and Jeff. What outside interests and friends that they had began to fall by the wayside. They cared about nothing but each other. Soon they had become virtual recluses. Aside from Jeff's daily trip to school, and Vickie's to the supermarket, their world was bounded by the confines of the four walls of the apartment.
About a month after they began living together as lover and mistress rather than son and mother, their parish priest came to the door unannounced.
When the doorbell rang they were on the living room couch going down on each other in the classic sixty-nine position. Jeff had just blown a big load in Vickie's mouth and she was about to orgasm when the doorbell ruined everything. Since they weren't expecting anyone Vickie threw on a sexy negligee-the only kind she ever wore around the apartment-and went to the door to pick up the delivery or get rid of the door-to-door salesman. Jeff, meanwhile, ran back to the bathroom. When he emerged a few minutes later he heard no voices and so he came charging into the living room, naked. His cock was still red and slimy from where she had been sucking it. The naked son with the still-swollen and discolored prick and the mother in the near-transparent sexy robe told the story of incest all too loud and clearly. The good father who was making parish calls to elicit aid in one of the church's endless fund-raising activities mumbled a few excuses and retreated hastily from this obvious den of inequity. After this embarrassing experience for all concerned, Vickie and Jeff dropped out of the church which had always been such an important facet of their social lives. In so doing, they had burned the first of the bridges that connected them to the mainland of society.
Vickie's bridge club had been meeting every Thursday since the girls had all been in college together. Its members were her oldest and closest friends. They were so close that they had lost all feelings of respect for one another's privacy. Most had been married for fifteen to twenty years and had teenage kids living at home. They had reached the stage of life in which a "quickie before dinner" meant nothing more than a martini and privacy was merely a word in the dictionary. The girls had fallen into the habit of just popping in for a drink and a little gossip whenever they "happened to be in the neighborhood." Ever since Roy had died and she was alone, Vickie had come to look forward to enjoying the pleasure of their unexpected visits. Everything had changed now and their surprise calls were about as welcome as a contingent of sorority sisters social call on her wedding night. A half a dozen times these unexpected calls caught her and Jeff right in the middle of lovemaking. Vickie toyed with the idea of putting a sign on the doorbell that read: If you didn't phone first-don't ring.
One night she just ignored the doorbell. It rang a half a dozen times but after a while whoever it was got discouraged and seemingly went away. At least that's what she thought. So she bent back down over the couch and resumed her sucking of Jeff's big cock. He was right in the middle of cumming in her mouth when the cursed doorbell rang again. Seconds later there was a key in the lock and the building manager walked into the room accompanied by Jane Stevenson, one of her busybody, do-gooder friends. She and Jeff managed to cover up and hoped that it wasn't too obvious to the unwelcome visitors just what form of activity they had so rudely interrupted. Fortunately, they both had on robes at the time.
"I saw your lights on and then you didn't answer the door. I was worried that you might be sick or dead, or something," Jane sputtered in nervous explanation. "I got the manager here to let me in to check on you."
"I suppose I should appreciate your concern for me, Jane," Vickie told her in a voice that was dripping with icicles, "but, frankly, I must admit that I appreciate my privacy more than your concern. We heard the bell but I was helping Jeff cram for a very important exam tomorrow and we didn't want our train of thought interrupted by uninvited guests." She put a very heavy emphasis on the last two words.
Jane and the manager left hurriedly. Vickie didn't see them to the door. Her mouth was still half full of Jeff's hot semen and she was afraid that they might smell it on her breath. She smiled at the thought realizing that it was highly doubtful that either of those two square broads would recognize the smell.
Later that night, Jeff disconnected one of the wires on the doorbell. Meanwhile, back in her own home, Jane Stevenson was busy phoning all of the girls in the club telling them of Vickie's odd behavior and hostile attitude when all she was doing was the neighborly thing and making sure that she was all right. Some of the sharper girls already had their suspicions about Vickie and Jeff. Jane's report only served to strengthen or confirm these ideas. By midnight that night another of Vickie's social bridges had been burned.
Six weeks after Jeff had moved into Vickie's room and bed, her younger sister arrived for a week's visit. Jeff moved back to his room and the sister took his place in the other half of Vickie's big bed. The week seemed like a year. Any thought of sex between mother and son was unthinkable while they had a houseguest. On the fifth day of her visit, Vickie made the excuse that she had to keep a dental appointment. Hopping in the car she picked Jeff up at school and they drove to a small motel over on the other side of town. During the next three hours they fucked twice and went down on each other once. It would have to last them until dear sis went home to Houston. Vickie's correspondence with her family virtually ceased after that. Another bridge had been burned. Soon she and Jeff were an island unto themselves.
They had each other and they didn't need anyone else.
A week before graduation Jeff's school had the Senior Prom in the high school auditorium. Since Jeff was President of his senior class, his attendance at the affair was practically a command performance. Surely it would cause a great deal more than just raised eyebrows if he took his mother as his date for such an affair. He had silently hoped, as the date approached, that he might get lucky and come down with mumps or something so that he didn't have to go. Already Vickie was demonstrating jealousy and suspicion every time he was ten minutes later in getting home. He dreaded to think of what her reaction would be when he announced that he would have to send a girl flowers, pick her up and take her home after a five-or six-hour date. Surely this news would cause the unmentionable commodity to strike the turbine. He was, therefore, very pleasantly surprised to learn that like many of the things we worry about most in life, it never happened.
"Who are you going to take to the Senior Prom?" Vickie asked pleasantly one night. "I do hope you aren't going to squire in that school tramp Sally."
"No, I thought I'd ask Carol Bennett. That seems appropriate since I'm class president and she's class secretary," Jeff mentioned casually.
"Is she pretty?" Vickie prodded.
"Not especially. I really don't know. Frankly, I never paid that much attention to her," he explained.
"She sounds like an ideal date." Vickie said, smiling at her son. "Why don't you get her on the phone right now. It isn't polite to wait until the last minute to invite a girl to such an important function."
Jeff looked very handsome and grown-up in his graduation suit that he was wearing for the first time to the prom. Vickie was very proud of him and wished that he had been preparing to squire her out on the town, instead of spending the night dancing with that stupid little girl. Maybe she wasn't as much of a Plain Jane as Jeff had described her. What if she rubbed her tits up against him while they danced and Jeff got a hard-on. Vickie knew how easily he was aroused. She drove herself crazy conjuring up mental images of her son-lover engaging in sex with some other female. It promised to be a long lonely evening for her, waiting there in the apartment for him to come home from a date with another woman.
It was the first time that Jeff had been allowed to use the car at night and alone. Vickie had gotten it washed for the occasion and had given him five dollars. He figured that she planned to give him enough for soft drinks and perhaps a hamburger on the way home but not enough for a motel room. She worried so about him. In a way it flattered his masculine ego that she should be so jealous of him.
* * * *
Carol Bennett looked very nice in her ice blue satin dress, wearing the gardenia corsage that he had sent her. The dress revealed that she didn't have much of a figure, but then that didn't really matter since she didn't have much of a face, either. She was the type that mothers describe as "a nice wholesome-looking girl." Too bad Vickie couldn't see her now. She could relax and stop worrying.
The prom turned out to be a real drag. Everyone around Jeff suddenly seemed so juvenile. He hadn't realized how much his new relationship with his mother had matured him until he looked about at his contemporaries. They were mere children. A couple of times during the evening he danced with Sally. It was hard for him to realize that she had ever turned him on. A couple of months before he had thought that she was the sexiest dish around. Now he had been spoiled by a real woman and Sally left him cold. Even when she slid her hand down and squeezed his cock while they were dancing and whispered in his ear, "I've missed you, Jeff. Let's sneak out of here and go out to the parking lot and fuck in the back of the car. If you'll give me a real good screwing, the way you used to, I'll suck your cock later and let you cum in my mouth and I'll even swallow it."
"Thanks, Sally. Maybe later. Right now I've got some class business to take care of," he explained and broke away from the young nympho.
Jeff was frankly bored to death and the time dragged terribly. At one point he was on the verge of suggesting to Carol that they leave and he take her home. It seemed to him that the night should be over. When he looked at his watch he could hardly believe that it was only nine-thirty.
At ten o'clock Jeff went to the phone booth and dialed his home number. Vickie's voice sounded funny when she answered. He wasn't yet sufficiently experienced in such matters to recognize the fact that she was quite drunk.
"Just thought I'd check up on you and see if you were okay. I'm not used to having to leave you alone at night and I worry about you," he told her.
"Oh, Jeff, how sweet. You're very conshider-rate." She seemed to have trouble with the word. "Are you having a good time?"
"Yeah, sure. This place is about as much fun as an open grave," he' said, laughing. "I'd really much rather be home with you."
"Thash nisch," she mumbled into the phone. "I'll be here waitin' when you get through playin' with the lil' kids." She laughed and they hung up.
When Jeff walked back into the gym he saw Sally walking out towards the parking lot with Bob Randall, one of the basketball players. He doubted that they were simply on their way out to get a breath of fresh air.
After Jeff's phone call, Vickie poured herself a fresh drink. Why had he phoned her? Was it really a nice gesture of concern for her, or something else. He was nobody's dummy, that boy. Maybe he had just wanted to check up and make sure that she was home and not outside the gym keeping an eye on him. Probably at this very moment, now that he felt safe, he was taking some stupid young cunt out to the car to suck on her tits and play with her pussy and then fuck her with that beautiful big cock of his. Yes, that had to be it. That's the only way his call made any sense. Well, she would show the young man that he wasn't the only smart member of the family. No young broad was going to make out with him tonight while he had her stashed safely at home. She got dressed quickly and phoned for a cab. She killed the drink and was waiting on the sidewalk in front of the building when it pulled up.
If anyone saw her in the school parking lot opening the door of her car she could always say that she had left some important papers in the car when she loaned it to Jeff and needed them to work on at home. Halfway across the lot she recognized Sally with a young man. They were returning to the dance from the parking lot. She drew closer and was relieved to see that the boy was too tall to be her Jeff. When she located the car she didn't know whether she was disappointed or delighted to find it empty. There was a noise in the car behind her. She turned to look. In the back seat a young girl in her first-party dress was busy sucking the cock of a boy in his graduation suit. She didn't have to look at the boy's face. The cock was much too small for it to be her Jeff. She watched, fascinated for a minute.
She felt silly now and sneaked from the lot, hoping nobody would recognize her and tell Jeff that she had been there checking up on him. She had to walk two blocks to find a cab stand and get herself home. She hated herself for being so crazy jealous. She realized that her attitude was typical of that of any lover in an illicit relationship. Their affair was terribly important to them and yet, due to its social nature, they had to control it on a hair-thin tether. Insecurity always breeds worry. She drowned her worries in Scotch while she waited for her lover-son to get home from his big date.
Jeff came in a little before midnight. The moment he had closed the door Vickie lunged unsteadily at him. He had never seen her so drunk. She dropped to her knees in front of him and ripped his fly open and yanked out his cock which she swooped instantly into her mouth. It was her planned test. She wanted to make sure that his balls hadn't been recently drained. His rapid erection and quick cum into her wanton mouth left little doubt that he hadn't been chip-pying on her tonight. She felt a little silly for having been such a doubting old bitch. She wondered what she might have done if she had tasted pussy juice on his prick. The thought was too painful so she dismissed it from her mind while Jeff led his poor intoxicated mother to bed. Little streams of his hot white cum ran from the corners of her mouth and trickled down her chin to drop off onto her outthrust tits. She got the hiccups and some of the frothy jism even came out of her nostrils. She passed out moments after he got her tucked into bed and he crawled in beside her.
Perhaps the next day he'd get up his nerve to propose fucking her up the ass.
CHAPTER FOUR
In the morning, Vickie awakened with a head-splitting hangover. To make matters worse, every muscle in her body ached from where she had bumped into furniture and fallen the night before. She staggered to the kitchen and managed to force down two aspirins while waiting for the coffee to perk. Two cups later, the little men in her head stopped hammering at the backs of her eyeballs. Then she drew a tub of very hot water, to which she added a double portion of bath oil. Perhaps she could soak out some of the pains in her muscles. After soaking for forty minutes in the oily water she emerged feeling as limp as Salvador Dali's "Wet Watches."
She had been a fool to worry about Jeff the night before and, in the process, drink herself into temporary oblivion. She knew that he was a good boy who would never do anything to hurt her. She knew that, in order to maintain her sanity, she had to bring this insane jealousy under control and yet she seemed powerless to quell it. It was as sick as the relationship which had spawned it.
When Jeff awakened she was moaning in pain.
"What's the matter, mom?" he asked with genuine concern.
"Everything. I shouldn't complain because I deserve all of my aches and pains for being such a stupid bitch but my poor back feels like I'd been run over by a steamroller." Vaguely she remembered having tripped on the telephone cord and crashing into the marble-topped cocktail table.
"Would you like for me to rub your back?" he asked, knowing that no female ever answered "no" to this question.
"Oh, would you, darling? I don't deserve it but I would appreciate it. There's a bottle of lotion in the bathroom."
Jeff poured some of the magical fluid into the palm of his hand to warm it before applying it to her skin. Then as she lay flat on her stomach he straddled her hips and began kneading her neck and shoulders. She grinned appreciatively as he massaged her tortured back with his strong young hands.
"Oh, Jeff, that's heavenly. You really know where all the little aches and pains are."
In the position he had assumed, astride her rump, his cock had fallen limply into the crevice between her buttocks. As he leaned on her shoulders to massage them he felt his penis wedging down between the twin orbs of her lovely posterior. The contact thrilled Jeff and soon his cock was arising in appreciative awareness of the potentialities of the close proximity to her tan sex tunnel. If Vickie noticed, she made no sign. Perhaps she was concentrating too much on his massage of her sore muscles. If she did feel the rapidly increasing interest that his burgeoning prick was showing in her anal area, she gave no indication of the fact. As he moved down her back and even massaged the cheeks of her ass, he moved them apart with the palms of his hands until the little tan doughnut winked up at him invitingly. When he poured some more of the lotion into the palms of his hands he managed to spill some that ran down the crack and coated his rock-hard cock and the tight tan stricture it planned to enter.
Vickie was lying so still on her stomach that Jeff wondered if she had fallen asleep. Now, as he applied an upward pressure to both sides of her spine with the palms of his hands, he applied an even stronger upward pressure with his prick against the very center of the rectum until he felt the head force its way into the entry-way and gradually burrow into her tight canal until his balls were pressed tightly against the very base of that rear valley between the lovely hillocks of her ass. Jeff had never fucked a girl up the ass before. It was strangely different; much tighter and hotter than in front. There was something ultra personal about the sensation: somehow the contact seemed even more intimate than feeling his prick in his mother's cunt. Vickie gave no hint that she was even aware that he had slipped his cock into her ass-hole while he distracted her with the firm massage. Surely no one could be that distracted! Just to be on the safe side he synchronized the entry and withdrawal of his prick to the movement of his hands as they rubbed and massaged her back. As he worked his way down her spine he pulled out until only the glans was still entrapped and then as his hands moved upward so did his throbbing shaft until it was again balls-deep in her hot tight ass-hole.
He was rapidly losing interest in rubbing her back now. His hands grasped her buttocks and forced them as wide open as possible while he lunged and thrust to get as deep down in her tender ass-hole as he could. The head of his cock was rubbing against her lower intestines with each stroke into the base of the hot pulsating tunnel. Today it had been her turn to play possum but she couldn't keep up the unaware act any longer. She humped her rump up to meet his every stroke now and really fucked him back. He loved the way her soft buttocks caressed his inner thighs and lower stomach as he sank full depth into her rear.
"Oh, God, Jeff, that's perfect. Your beautiful cock is rubbing right against my sore tail bone. When I asked you to give me a massage I never dreamed that you'd do it from the inside too. I think I'm going to cum. Keep buggering me deep and hard and make the colored lights flash for me. Can you cum too? Do you want to shoot your hot love juice in my ass?"
"Yes, mom, I want to cum in your beautiful ass. It's so hot and tight. Oh, God, mom, I'm so hot. I want to cum now. NOOOOWWW, MOOOOOMMMMM!" Jeff moaned ecstatically.
"OH, NOW, JEFF, NOOOOOWWWWW! OH, MY GOD, WHAT A CUM!" she moaned in unison.
The moment Jeff pulled out of her rear and crawled off her, Vickie scrambled from the bed and rushed for the bathroom. She wasn't sure that she would make it in time.
When she returned to bed, Jeff was propped up on two pillows examining his limp prick.
She bent over him and in a single gulp she took every bit of his big deflated cock into her mouth and throat. Her lips grazed the pubic hairs and soon his cock became rock hard and her tongue flicked out to torment the urethral tube where it entered its source of supply in his balls.
At this point Jeff was glad that his head was still propped up on the pillows. It gave him a good vantage point from which to look down and watch that lovely head of his mother go up and down on his prick. She really knew how to suck a cock. Her tongue never stopped flicking at the nerve centers for an instant and when she wedged it deep down in her throat she made little swallowing motions that pumped and sucked on the embedded shaft like a velvet-gloved milking machine. She was making those little animalistic moans through her nostrils now and caressed and gently squeezed his balls with her cool fingers as though begging them for their precious contents. She sucked voraciously, attacking his drooling dong like a vacuum cleaner as all of the little suction forces inside of her mouth and throat were brought into play to extract the liquid pearls of his manhood. Jeff tried to hold back in order to enjoy the lovely oral assault upon his privates as long as he could. Moments later he realized that there was no resisting her wanton sucking. It started deep down in his groin and bubbled upward like a boiling cauldron until the explosive charge deep within him blasted forth into the deep depths of her throat as he felt the very dregs of his manhood drained forth into her oral interior.
At times like these, Jeff often thought that he and his mother were involved in some weird science-fiction experiment of perpetual motion in the life cycle process. Now she had melted his bones, muscles and marrow and they were all running out of that little slit in his glans back into the dark abyss of her femininity from which they had emerged.
* * * *
After breakfast Vickie shampooed her hair while Jeff looked at the morning paper. Later, when she emerged from the bathroom, she was taken aback to see him going through the want ads and marking some of them with a red felt pen.
"Thinking about buying a car?" she asked, trying to keep it casual.
"No, I don't need a car. I'm looking for a job. Now that school days are over, work days should begin," he explained.
"What's the big rush? Relax awhile. It's not like we were hurting for money. We can make out just fine without you jumping headlong into the world of business and finance." The fact of the matter was that the mere thought of Jeff going off to work each day struck terror into Vickie's heart. It was bad enough having him in school, rubbing elbows, and heaven knows what else, with all that young pussy every day. Somehow she had managed to live through all of that and now she had him at home all to herself. A job would mean that he would be thrown together with a whole new stable of young quim for eight hours a day. Surely, one of the little bitches would appeal to him and then it would all start. There would be phone calls saying he had to work late at the office. Later, it would be the story that the boss was sending him out of town for a few days. The world was full of Sallys. At thirty-five, Vickie realized that it would become increasingly difficult for her to keep fighting off other females half her age. Ultimately, the day would come when her large breasts would droop, her skin would look its age and Jeff would prefer the firm lithe body of a girl his own age. It was the major dread of Vickie's life. It would be like losing Roy all over again. Life could be terribly cruel to a woman who asked so little of it. This job idea of his was a feather in the breeze.
"What's the big rush about getting a job. You've worked hard enough just getting out of school. You deserve a vacation. Rest awhile. There will always be jobs. I thought that maybe later this summer we might treat ourselves to a little vacation trip, perhaps Hawaii. Wait until we get back. That'll be plenty of time to think about going to work. After all, it's not like we needed the money," she coaxed him away from the classified ads. When he wasn't paying attention Vickie threw them out.
The storybooks spoke in glowing terms of life becoming a perpetual honeymoon for the lucky lovers. This is precisely what happened to Jeff but he found it becoming increasingly dull. He yearned for outside contacts and activities but Vickie grew more and more possessive with each passing day. He used to enjoy going shopping at the supermarket with her but she had the wild idea that the check-out girl was flirting with him and so she began ordering their groceries by phone. They were a pair of hermits in the middle of the big city.
The once-busy phone never rang anymore. It seemed a waste of money not to have the service disconnected. Vickie kept it just in case of a rare emergency. On the infrequent occasions when the doorbell rang they seldom bothered to answer. It was probably either a door-to-door salesman or a delivery.
Their incestuous relationship had developed into an all-powerful obsession with Vickie and this turned their apartment home into a self constructed prison. Even their sex activities became routine and dull, often performed for the sheer want of something to do. If it hadn't been for television they would surely have lost their minds. It was their only contact with the outside world. Vickie became involved in the endless procession of problems faced by the characters in the daytime soap operas. They were her only friends now. Jeff, meanwhile, became an avid fan of every televised sports event.
As the summer dragged by their situation degenerated rapidly. One night in mid-August, Jeff had a wet dream. It brought him to the realization that he had not screwed his mother for over a week now. They were beginning to get bored even with sex.
"Whatever happened to that Hawaiian vacation idea?" he asked Vickie.
"I thought about it just the other day, but you had never mentioned it again and I thought perhaps you weren't so hot on the idea after all. If you'd still like to go, let's go down and see a travel agent and make our reservations."
The car hadn't been out of the garage in over a month. They had to call the auto club to get it started and then leave it to have the battery charged while they were with the travel agent.
When the agent learned that they had no stringent limitations, either time-wise or financially, he recommended that they travel by ship rather than by plane.
"After all, getting there is half the fun. Shipboard life is the epitome of vacation time. Today everybody is in such a rush. They want to fly and visit half the world on a ten-day or two-week vacation. You folks are among the fortunate few who can still afford the leisurely luxury of traveling by ship. I highly recommend it." The little man seemed very sincere in his suggestion and the idea certainly appealed to both of them.
Shortly before noon on the first Saturday in September, Vickie and Jeff boarded the huge white steamer. The minute they walked up the gangplank they knew that making the trip by ship had been the proper decision. The officers and crew in their sparkling uniforms and the general air of merriment gave promise that the voyage would be like one big long New Year's Eve party. Once they checked to see that their suitcases containing their new vacation wardrobes were safely in their cabin, they remained on deck. It was the classic gala sailing with thousands of paper streamers connecting the ship with the dock and much blowing of whistles. Their vacation had begun. It would be unlike any they had ever had before due to the drastically revised nature of their relationship. A casual observer, seeing them standing very close to one another at the rail, might have readily mistaken them for a honeymoon couple. They stood enthralled as the big ship made its way out of Los Angeles harbor and into the open ocean. They watched the shoreline grow smaller and smaller until it finally disappeared over the eastern horizon and they were completely surrounded by the vast blue expanse of the Pacific. Inwardly, they both realized just how much they needed this trip. To Vickie it was a honeymoon; to Jeff it was a parole.
Since they were beyond the twelve-mile limit now, the A.B.C. regulations and state liquor control laws didn't apply. Jeff had aged during their affair and would have easily passed for nineteen or twenty. Vickie had him escort her into the cocktail lounge on the promenade deck where many of the passengers had already congregated to form shipboard acquaintances and toast a happy voyage. It was the first time they had been out socially in public since they had started having sex together. Secretly, each of them was wondering if anyone who saw them together would guess the true nature of their relationship.
Vickie belted down two double Scotch on the rocks while Jeff sipped at a light Scotch and soda. He didn't care for the taste of the liquor but he thoroughly enjoyed the adult atmosphere. It was good to be out among people again. Several people nodded and smiled at them, making Jeff feel as though he had just been returned to society from a long stay on a desert island.
At five o'clock they returned to their cabin to dress for dinner. Jeff had never dressed formal for dinner before and it was a thrilling experience to wear his tuxedo pants and the white dinner jacket for the first time. It had been years since Vickie had gone anywhere formal and she was equally excited. The low-cut emerald green gown molded itself to her breasts and buttocks like another layer of skin. She had gotten her hair done the night before sailing, and now she took extra care with her makeup. Jeff thought that he had never seen her look prettier. He was sure that his wouldn't be the only cock to twitch at the sight of this beautiful honey blonde tonight but his would be the only one to get into her pants. For the first time in many weeks he found himself looking forward to having sex with her. The more he concentrated on the thought the greater the physical effect it had upon his manhood until, just as she was getting ready to leave the cabin, she glanced in the mirror and caught a glimpse of his roaring hard-on that bulged out of his formal trousers.
"For heaven's sake, you can't escort me into the dining salon with that ramrod in your pants. You're-likely to trip and pole vault right into the Captain's table. If you're feeling all sexed up, why didn't you do something about it before I got all dressed ? " she said, sounding annoyed but looking pleased.
"I didn't have it before you got dressed. It's the effect of that sexy-looking gown you're wearing," he mumbled apologetically.
"Well, we can't go to dinner that way and we don't want to be too late. What do you want me to take off? My glove, my lipstick or my panties?" she said grinning, as she reached down, unzipped his fly and swooped the huge rod of hot flesh out into her gloved hand.
"Why don't you just bend down over that chair and let's see if we can't take care of this without your having to take anything off," he suggested facetiously.
Vickie leaned over and rested her elbows on the cushion of the chair, careful not to disturb her coiffeur. Jeff turned up her back skirts and pulled her panties down just enough to reveal the two perfect globes of her ass. He coated his hand with saliva and rubbed some of it on the head of his throbbing prick and some on her tight rectum. Then he held the head of his pulsating cock directly on target and lunged forward. It was tight and dry at first and nearly tore the skin off of his cock but it crammed half way into the tiny stricture. They both held still for almost a minute until the muscles of her rectum dilated and he slid smoothly and comfortably the rest of the way into her hot tender ass-hole. Even though her lowered panties held her thighs together he spread the cheeks of her ass apart enough to give him a comfortable shot at her from the rear. Then he buggered her beautifully for five minutes until she moaned, "Oh, Jeff, I'm going to cum just from the thrill of feeling your big beautiful prick stuffed up my ass. Here it is! Can you feel me cumming when your cock is there in back?"
"Yes, I can feel it. It's wonderful and now hold tight. I'm going to cum in your rear."
"Oh, yes, let me feel your hot jism shoot deep into my ass-hole. I'm going to hold it tight in there all night. Oh, yes, there it is. My precious boy is cumming right in my ass and I love it."
The whole procedure had taken just about six minutes. When Jeff withdrew his spent shaft from her rump it came out with a little plop, like a champagne cork. He swatted her playfully on the buttocks and pulled her panties back up into place and smoothed down her skirt. He helped her up and she tucked his now-limp cock back into the tuxedo pants and zipped up the fly.
"If this is what it's going to be like to go out formal, let's do it every night," Vickie suggested, giggling.
"Yeah, that has to be the most formal cornholing any girl ever got." He laughed and they left the cabin in high spirits.
They were assigned to a table with three other couples. It was the first trip to Hawaii for any of them. Jeff caught the other men sneaking furtive looks at Vickie's ample breastwork which was just barely concealed by her dinner gown. Their wives looked pretty frumpy in comparison. The cuisine was superb and kept arriving in endless varieties and generous quantities. Jeff figured that this life aboard ship wouldn't be too hateful a thing to get used to.
Considering how long she had been out of circulation, Vickie soon proved to be the same clever, witty conversationalist she had always been. Jeff was especially proud of his mother at times like these. She was soon the center of attention at the big table and rapidly won over the wives as well as the husbands.
After dinner they strolled around the decks and through the salons getting familiar with the luxurious vessel. They had a drink and danced awhile in the main salon and then went out to watch a movie on deck, under the stars. Everything was fun and glamorous and romantic.
"You know, mom," Jeff remarked, "that guy at the travel agency really steered on right. This is the greatest! Why, anybody'd have to be nuts to fly to Hawaii and miss all this. I'm almost beginning to lose interest in Hawaii. I'd be perfectly happy just to cruise around on this ship for a month. I wouldn't give a damn if it never put into port anywhere."
"Yes, I have the same feeling. I'm glad that we did it. It makes me realize just how much we have been missing from life. We really were getting into an awful rut, you know."
"Yeah, and I'm in the mood to get down real deep into my favorite rut right now," Jeff murmured quietly.
"That's sweet," she cooed, reaching over to pat his hand. Instead, she ran into the obstruction of another roaring hard-on. She gripped it appreciatively and stroked it lightly, thinking how good it was going to feel inside her cunt. "My goodness, Jeff, this sea air really does wonders for you. Perhaps we should move to the beach!"
They got up and left the-outdoor movie and made their way to their cabin. Vickie tried to walk in front of Jeff whenever they approached other passengers to hide his huge erection which jutted out from his crotch like the bowsprit on a sailboat.
"Don't you dare rip your new trousers the very first night you wear them," Vickie chided him as they approached the cabin.
The moment the cabin door closed behind them it began to rain clothes inside. The atmosphere of the experience made both of them as sexy as a pair of honeymooners. Vickie's body looked absolutely irresistible tonight. She peeled off her clothes quickly and spread out on the lower bunk. A shaft of moonlight coming through the porthole illuminated her hairy pubic triangle as though it were a carefully placed spotlight. Jeff was naked and on top of her in a flash, his burning, throbbing cock seeking the soft moist lips of her silken slit. Once the hot spongy glans, heavily coated with clear pre-coital fluids, found its target he slid into her in one smooth, easy stroke.
They were delighted to discover that sex at sea is excitingly different from the pure landlubber variety that they had known. The whirring of the powerful turbines in the hold and the churning of the huge bronze screws beneath the hull gave the ship a life-like pulse that transmitted itself even to the mattresses of the bunks. When they held real still with his strong stiff prick fully embedded in her cunt, they could feel the pulsing and pounding deep in their joined sexes. It was wild and crazy and they both loved it. For a long time they lay very still in total contact just concentrating on the inner vibrations of their sex centers. It was a happy first experience which they would share with every delighted couple aboard who had never fucked aboard ship before. Added to this, the gentle rocking of the big ship as it plowed through the waves wasn't unlike gently swinging back and forth in a hammock as you made love. The moving vessel, acting like some gigantic science-fiction sexual vibrator, did half the work for them and so they fucked slowly and tenderly as their fully engaged organs trembled their way slowly to orgasm. When his hot love lava finally flooded into the deep recesses of her cunt well, the swirling hydro-massage action really started. Jeff had never felt anything to equal it. He had just finished cumming and, under all the normal rules, he should be getting soft and shrinking now. Instead, the wild vortex action of her vaginal massage parlor was making him harden and grow. Soon he was erected even more than the first time and was fucking her deeply again without ever having taken it out from the first complete screwing he had given her. It was utterly unreal!
"My God, Jeff, this is wonderful. Maybe we ought to live on a boat," Vickie chortled happily. "No, on second thought, it wouldn't be a good idea. At this rate you'd screw yourself to death in a week."
"I can't think of a more delightful way to commit suicide," he said, laughing, and began pumping all the way in and out of her hot cunt with smooth slow strokes, while they swayed gently from side to side with the rocking motion of the ship. Each of them could feel the gradual buildup of emotional heat and excitement until it reached a fever pitch and they melted into each other in the fiery fission of simultaneous orgasm. They gushed forth into and upon each other until her cream-filled cunt overflowed from the repeated deposits that had been flushed into it. The heavy liquid offerings of their love seeped from the open trench and coated the very balls from which they had largely been drained.
He had given her a fantastic balling tonight and now she planned to bring a perfect day to a lovely ending by strolling the upper decks in the moonlight and perhaps having a nightcap or two in the cocktail lounge. As usual, a sex session with her son put Vickie in need of a couple of strong drinks to help her unwind enough to sleep.
"Jeff, slip on a pair of slacks and a sports shirt and let's take a turn around the deck and stop in for a drink before we call it a day," she called to him as she re-entered the cabin. He wasn't on the bunk where she had left him, nor anywhere in sight. His clothes were still where he had dropped them in their hasty disrobing earlier. Surely he wouldn't have strolled out of the cabin in the nude.
"Jeff, where are you?" she called out in genuine concern. By way of answer she heard a contented snore from the upper bunk where he had crawled and fallen asleep. She knew that it was useless to try to awaken him. After that boy had his fill of sex, he always fell into a deep sleep that was like a state of suspended animation. On such occasions, he could easily pass for dead.
Vickie knew equally well that without a few drinks to calm down the pounding in her head and chest she would spend a sleepless night. The following day promised to be too much fun to risk that. Rather than turn on the cabin light to find something suitable to wear, she simply slipped back into the green dress and shoes. She didn't bother with such unnecessary accessories as bra, panties or stockings. It was late and nobody would notice her, anyway.
She couldn't find paper and a pen so she wrote him a note in lipstick across the mirror just in case he awakened and worried about her.
IF YOU LOOK FOR ME, I'LL BE AT THE BAR. V.
There were still a number of people in the cocktail lounge. Most of them appeared reluctant to bring their first day at sea to a close. Vickie sat alone at a deserted section of the bar and ordered a double Scotch on the rocks. When she paid for the drink she took a cigarette from her purse. She didn't get it to her lips before three unattached males leaped to her side with offers of a light. The way they stared at her made her feel utterly naked. That wild sex party with Jeff had left her covered with a film of perspiration that glued the thin silk to her voluptuous curves. She could feel their eyes. To make matters worse, her nipples always got swollen and stiff during sex. She could see them in the mirror jutting out like two thimbles against the green silk as though they threatened to burst through the thin material. When she examined her reflection, she could hardly blame the men. She did look like a high-class prostitute on the prowl. She had never realized just how easy it was for a girl to get picked up, especially if she didn't want to be. She felt quite embarrassed and suddenly cheap and dirty. What would the other passengers think? She downed her drink as quickly as she could and excused herself. At the end of the bar she spoke to the bartender and arranged to have a steward bring two more doubles to her cabin.
She cleaned her note to Jeff off of the mirror. She wasn't anxious to talk about it to him. She slipped off the too-tight dress and drank and smoked in the nude, staring out at the moonlight reflecting on the Pacific. When she finished the second drink she put on a robe and put the glasses back on the little tray on which they had been delivered. Slipping quietly into the passageway, she deposited them outside the door of a nearby cabin. What Jeff didn't know about her nocturnal habits wouldn't hurt him.
CHAPTER FIVE
Vickie awakened at the crack of dawn. At home she would have turned over and gone back to sleep at this hour but, at sea, she hated to waste a single golden hour of this marvelous experience. She hopped from bed in high spirits and even sang in the shower as she planned her wardrobe for the day. She had never been so ravenously hungry since she had been a teenager. It would be over an hour before the first call for breakfast in the dining salon. She hoped that she could wait. She went through her suitcase and finally settled on the white knitted slack suit. She was seated in the only chair in the cabin, fastening the straps on her sandals, when Jeff awakened and climbed down from the upper bunk. He had a raring erection which seemed to throb and pulse just like the ship did. Perhaps it was contagious. She was intrigued by the very sight of the turgid member which threatened to burst right out of its taut skin sheath.
"I don't have to ask if you had pleasant dreams," she taunted him. "Is that one of those early-morning piss hard-ons, or do you think there might be anything in there for a starving woman. I'm as hungry as a bitch wolf in mating season and the dining salon doesn't even open for an hour yet. I'm not sure I'll make it. Perhaps a little jism juice appetizer might tide me over. Think you can help a damsel in distress?"
"I'm all for giving it one hell of a try," he said, grinning and moving over to stand in front of her. His huge cock jutted out like a flagpole from the facade of the post office. The glistening head was practically in her face. She reached out and clasped his firm hard buttocks and drew him to her and in a moment it was really in her face, up to the hilt.
The throbbing vibrations of the big ship traveled from the deck up through the soles of his bare feet and then up his legs to generate the throbbing in his sex center. Vickie felt as though she had a gigantic dentist's drill in her mouth as she swooped down, taking more and more of his firm hot meat into her mouth and throat with every stroke. She worked one hand between his buttocks and urged a finger into his tight ass-hole, forcing him even deeper into her mouth. She was sucking his cock like a woman possessed. Her every motion, every action was a screaming hysterical demand for his seminal discharge which she so desperately wanted toingest into her wanton mouth. Such tender demands cannot be long resisted and soon Jeff's entire body started to tremble. It was as though the orgasm started way down in the engine room of the ship and rushed upwards to explode into her oral chasm with such ferocity that it practically gave her a whiplash neck injury.
A tidal wave of his frothy white jism inundated her mouth and throat causing her to gag and sputter and swallow desperately to keep from losing a single drop as she consumed the huge quantity of liquid life. She was hard pressed to gulp down the vast flood of hot love cream but, at last, she had drained the very dregs and swallowed the entire offering. Only then did her lips release his now-limp cock.
Afterwards he beamed at her, "I hope that will hold you till breakfast. I'm afraid it's all I have to offer." Then he ran in to shower, shave and dress while she applied her makeup and combed her hair.
There are few experiences quite so invigorating as a few brisk turns around the deck on a cool clear morning while waiting for breakfast at sea. When the chimes sounded first call, Vickie and Jeff were among the earliest passengers in the dining salon. They spent an hour and a half at table.
After the breakfast they got into their swim suits and played shuffleboard and deck tennis and just lounged around the pool on the sun deck until it was time for lunch. Some of the people at their table asked Vickie if she would join them for a fourth at bridge. It had been a long time since she had played and she really missed the game. She worried about getting into any activity in which Jeff couldn't be included. Before she could decline, he suggested, "Why don't you go ahead and play, mom. I've been wanting to take that tour of the engine room and the radio shack and all those things that I know wouldn't interest you. This will give me a chance to do that while you're playing cards."
At one-thirty Jeff delivered his mother to her friends in the card salon and agreed to meet them all at five in the cocktail lounge. Then he started amidships and below deck for the Purser's Office to arrange for the behind-the-scenes tour of the big steamer. Fate intervened in such a way that he never made it but spent the afternoon instead in a pretty young girl's cabin taking a tour behind some more interesting scenes.
She had been sitting in a deck chair struggling with a complicated camera that was obviously new and strange to her. She had been cussing it softly under her breath and looked up helplessly as Jeff approached. Jeff had noticed her the minute they had come aboard the day before. She was a tall, athletic-type girl about eighteen or nineteen. Her figure was firm but well developed and her eyes indicated that she was anxious to play games. The backless white sun dress revealed a muscular back, probably developed from playing tennis and golf and perhaps swimming. A deep suntan gave her the appearance of smoked ivory. Jeff wondered if she were tanned all over. The smile she fixed on him as he approached indicated that she had read his immoral thoughts.
"Can I help you? I know a little bit about cameras," Jeff said smiling as he moved in on her.
"Thank you. I need help. I'm used to using my own little silly Instamatic Kodak. At least I know how to work that but my brother insisted I bring this complicated contraption of his along and get what he called 'some really good' pictures. I can't seem to make it work at all. Not that it really matters. Up till now I haven't seen anything I wanted a picture of, anyway. I never saw so many old people in all my life. Until you came strolling down the deck I thought my folks had booked me on a senior citizens' chartered voyage."
She had a sexy way of laughing way down in her throat.
"Here's your problem," Jeff announced proudly. "There's no film in it and this camera is equipped with an automatic interlock so that the shutter won't cock unless it is loaded with film."
"That would never have occurred to me. I thought he had loaded it with film when he gave it to me. I think I have some down in my cabin. I'll run and get it. Maybe you'd show me how to load it."
"It would be smarter to load the film into the camera in your cabin rather than out here in the bright sunlight. You may get sun streaks. You won't have any trouble. It loads like any ordinary camera."
"Oh, please, help me with it. I'm so unmechan-ical," she said pouting. Before he could answer she extended her hands to be helped out of the deck chair. As she arched her back in raising up she displayed one of the most sensational pairs of breasts Jeff had ever seen on a young girl. Moments later she was leading him by the hand down to her cabin.
"By the way, I'm Mary-Lou Holt," she announced, squeezing his hand slightly.
"I'm Jeff Burke. Pleased to meet you, Mary-Lou."
They had arrived at her cabin now. Removing a key from her purse she unlocked the door and stood aside to let him enter. Then she came in and carefully locked the door behind them.
"You didn't think I was going to take a chance on your getting away, did you?" she said, smiling evilly. "For years I've read stories about shipboard romances. Now, for the first time in my life, I'm aboard ship and ready for romance. You're the only guy aboard who doesn't look like a retired telephone-company employee. I'm not taking any chances on your getting away before you've given me a little of the thrilling romance I've read about. Even if I have to seduce you to get it."
"Who's fighting you?" Jeff said, smiling. "But, as long as we're here, what about the camera?"
"Fuck the camera!" Mary-Lou said grinning as she unbuttoned the neck strap of the sun dress and let the loose front fall to her waist. Her tits were perfectly superb. They weren't as large as Vickie's but so beautifully rounded and in perfect proportion to her figure. They glowed like a pair of polished ivory globes shining out as white as snow in the middle of the deeply suntanned skin that surrounded them. The nipples and half-dollar-size aureolas looked like cherry toppings on twin vanilla sundaes. The firm little nipples were perkily upturned in a way that made them seem to be saying, "C'mon over here and suck on me.
"You fuck the camera if you want to," Jeff said, teasing. "I'd much rather fuck you and I have a feeling that I'm going to do it ten ways from the Jack before leaving this cabin."
"Promises, promises. How long can I live on promises?" she said, pouting, but making no move to further disrobe. Apparently, she felt that her bared breasts should be enough to keep him happily occupied for a while before unveiling any more.
Even the sight of her half-nude body was already giving him a bad case of crotch twitch and making him drool at both ends. He moved over and cupped her firm full tits in his hands and squeezed them appreciatively. Then he grasped the left one with both hands and kneaded and gently squeezed it upward and outward while he lowered his mouth to suck in the erect little nipple and lick and chew on it while it grew and stiffened in his mouth. When he finished, she looked all out of balance, so he repeated the oral assault upon her right tit until its nipple was as big and stiff as its twin.
Mary-Lou was obviously highly aroused from the homage he had paid to her proud beauties. She unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it open as she drew him close and ground her lovely melons up against his smooth firm chest. His cock, which was now equally aroused from the tit-chewing session, pressed into her crotch and she thrust her furry triangle up tightly to it as their lips met and they kissed in a long, moist mouth mating while their hands explored the still unseen secrets of each other's bodies. Jeff's hands slipped down the back of her skirt and squeezed the firm full buttocks. He could feel little tufts of hair extending beyond the rear cleavage. She was obviously one of those real hairy girls. That was great with him. He always figured that the more hair the better. He found the zipper and fumbled with it until he worked it down to the bottom of its track. Then he moved back, releasing the tight pressure of his crotch against hers, and allowing the dress to drop down around her ankles.
Meanwhile, she unbuckled his belt and unfastened his trousers. Reaching inside the open fly with both hands she gasped as she felt the full magnitude of his huge cock. Gently, she extracted it and stared down in disbelief. Jeff's hands, meanwhile, were busy exploring the seemingly endless patch of thick heavy cunt-hair. She seemed to have more hair on her pussy than he had on his head. He stepped back further and removed his slacks and shorts and hung them carefully over the back of the chair. Then for long moments he stood there simply drinking in the beauty of the nude girl's fabulous body. The triangle of ebony-black pubic hairs extended clear up to her belly button. He could bury his whole face in its furry warmth. And he had every intention of doing just that.
"Turn around, spread your legs wide apart and bend way over," he ordered her. She responded without comment. "Spread your cheeks apart with your hands," he instructed and she obeyed. It was unbelievable. The huge patch of crotch hair extended the full length of the anal valley all the way up to the top of her buttocks. It looked like she was wearing a huge horseshoe shaped fur collar to obscure all of her private places.
Once he had gotten a good look, she straightened up and faced him. She seemed to be blushing. "I've always been embarrassed that I'm as hairy as a female ape, down there. At first I used to shave a lot of it away but it just grew back in thicker than ever. I guess I'm just a hairy bitch and there's nothing I can do about it."
"You shouldn't even think of trying. In my case, I love a lot of hair down below and I'm about to prove it to you." He eased her back to the edge of the bunk and then had her lay back on it crosswise so that her rump was on the edge of the bunk and her feet on the floor. He bent over the reclining girl and rubbed and sucked on her lovely tits for a long time before she began to breathe heavily and let out little gasping sounds. Then he fell to his knees between her legs and buried his face in that soft hairy muff. He nuzzled his nose and lips around in that forest and breathed in deeply as though he was trying to inhale her. He became intoxicated by the heady fragrance of her womanhood. There is no perfume on earth that had ever excited Jeff the way this natural sweet aroma of clean young cunt did. He nuzzled down deeper and deeper until he came to the hidden pink valley in the very heart of the heavy forest. He dipped his tongue deeply into her honey pot and scooped out as much of the delicious nectar as he could reach. Boy, he thought, if only you could train bees to build a hive like this!
He put his hands behind her knees and rolled her legs back so that he could get at the rear valley as well. He dug his tongue into her tight little ass-hole and then slowly downward. Never had he seen so much hair in the back. He made the horseshoe turn between the two sex holes and worked his tongue and lips slowly upward over the full length of her silken slit while she trembled and moaned in sheer delight at his oral ministrations. She was thrusting that hairy gash up to his mouth rhythmically now and Jeff knew that her climax was close at hand. He locked his mouth on her throbbing clitoris and massaged and licked and nibbled at it while it began to grow as big and stiff as her nipples had earlier. Meanwhile, he worked his right hand into the center of her crotch and slipped one finger into her creamy cunt and worked another into her hot tight ass-hole as he grasped her sex center in a bowling alley grip as she shuddered violently and he felt the little annular muscles in her front and rear clutch and grasp and squeeze at his embedded fingers as the powerful orally induced orgasm hit her. The intensity of her reactions and noisy emotions led Jeff to believe that nobody had ever eaten her cunt before.
She wanted to try to go down on him in return but that would have to wait. Now that he had gotten a taste of her quim, he had to have the feel of that soft moist tunnel caressing and massaging his burning cock. She was no virgin but she was plenty tight. When he opened up that huge muff and addressed his hotly throbbing cock to the parted shell pink lips of her vaginal cavity he realized that she resembled a petite size-five girl wearing an obese size-forty fur coat.
He rolled back her legs and lifted her hotly pulsating crotch clear off the bunk. He hooked her knees over her shoulders and rammed forward into her tight little gash.
"Oh, it's too big. I want it but I just can't take all of that. It will surely split me right in two. Why did you have to be so over-developed. That's no penis you're trying to shove into me. It's a Yule log! Surely you're not going to try to get it all into my poor little twat." She was sobbing hysterically now but whether in pain or anticipation Jeff wasn't sure.
"Just relax, baby, and give yourself a chance. You'll be surprised how much that little hole can dilate if you'll give it a chance and stop fighting it. Remember that an eight-pound baby can pass through those portals and they are a lot bigger around than my cock. Try to relax all those muscles down there that are fighting to keep me out."
"I'll try, Jeff. I really do want it. Oh, God, how I want it! I'm just afraid that you'll ruin me for life. What if you stretch my cunt so big and out of shape that no normal man will want it after you get through? Hey, take it easy, that hurts."
"Don't worry. Don't you know that your pussy is just like a rubber band? It can stretch to six or eight times its normal size and then come right back down again. Women who have babies don't stay that stretched open. My God, if they did their guts would fall out when they walked. You can handle it. We'll just work it in nice and easy now."
It took nearly five minutes of steady effort on both their parts, but at last he held her fully impaled on his lover's lance. All of the little rings of muscle inside her were pulsing and squeezing around him as though disbelieving that they could have accommodated such a gigantic visitor. He began taking slow, tentative strokes, pulling out of her no more than an inch to an inch-and-a-half at first, before thrusting it back into the hilt. As her fear and shock wore off, her internal juices began to flow and her taut muscles and nerves relaxed until he was able to stroke in and out of her full length while her eyes rolled in her head as she lolled it back and forth from side to side on the bunk. Her tongue hung from her open mouth and little groans kept coming from her lips.
Jeff grasped her beautiful tits in his hands and kneaded and squeezed them and tormented the taut nipples with his thumb and forefinger of each hand. He hoped that she couldn't read his thoughts as he humped her soundly. At the moment, all he could think, of was that Mary-Lou had a cunt like his mother's ass-hole! She was beginning to respond now, thrusting her wet gash up to meet his every stroke. Suddenly, she let out a sharp little shriek and a million church bells peeled in her head and the skies were filled with shooting stars and fiery comets as she experienced the orgasm of her young life. Three times in rapid succession the powerful climax built up and exploded within the very depths of her sex. The annular muscles that lined her vaginal walls went wild and pumped away at Jeff's hot fully embedded prick like a runaway milking machine. It was too much for Jeff. He squeezed hard on her tits and crammed his burgeoning cock into the tight bottom thimble of her sex tube as his inflamed glans swelled up and ejaculated blast after blast of his hot love cream to splash off of her uterus and flood her inner cavities as her eyes rolled back in their sockets and she passed out in a dead faint. Even after his flooding into her cunt subsided she still gripped his buried manhood in a clutch of death. It was several minutes before he could extract it from her seething, throbbing twat.
Her cabin wasn't equipped with a private head. He washed his cock carefully in the built-in basin. The skin was as red as a beet from the burning friction of the difficult initial penetration. He hoped that the redness would go away before Vickie saw it. The girl was still unconscious on the bunk, her legs sprawled over the side and onto the floor. He soaked a wash cloth in cold water and rubbed her forehead and face with it as he ran his other hand over her body. Slowly, she came around. She was too weak to move and Jeff cleaned out her flooded cunt as best he could with the damp washcloth.
She reached out and petted him and slowly gathered herself together. He helped her up into a sitting position on the bunk. "My God, what a man you turned out to be!" she said, sighing, as though still fighting for breath. "I've been a pretty promiscuous girl all through college but I've never been screwed like that before. I'll say one thing for you, Jeff boy. When you fuck a girl she stays fucked! That was the most delightfully devastating experience of my lifetime. You exceeded all of my wildest dreams of what a shipboard romance would be like. I do hope you'll have time and strength enough to do it again later. Next time I won't fight it or be afraid and I can enjoy it from the very beginning."
Jeff stole a glance at the watch on his wrist. It was ten past three. He had almost two hours before his pass ran out. "I'm sure we can arrange that, Mary-Lou. I don't have to meet mom in the cocktail lounge until five. I'd like to ask you to join us but I don't dare, since I'm supposed to be taking a tour of the engine room this afternoon and you hardly look like the type of girl that one would encounter in a steamship boiler room."
"What's with you and that good-looking mother of yours. I've noticed ever since you came aboard that she watches you like a hawk. One would almost think that she was a jealous wife or a mistress rather than a mother. Several people on board have mentioned it."
Jeff felt the telltale blush starting way down in his chest and rushing upward until his face flushed a bright red. He tried to turn away but not before Mary-Lou saw the embarrassed blush and realized that she had struck a nerve.
"So, it's true. She is having an affair with you. Well, I can hardly blame her. It would be asking too much of a saint to have a cocksman like you around the house and not take advantage of it. I can only envy her. Don't worry, your secret is safe with me. Now that I know, I'll make sure not to even look like I know you when she's around. I don't want to get you in trouble with her."
While they rested he loaded the camera for her and taught her how to use it. One circle of sunlight poured in through the porthole. She posed him so that this struck his cock and balls and then she took several pictures of his deluxe equipment for her memory book.
"I want pictures of it hard, too," she explained as she dropped to her knees and began to fondle his staff and balls. "My God, boy, you're hung like two grapefruit and a giant summer squash," she exclaimed as she stroked him to renewed erection. She licked up and down the length of his cock and around the head to try to speed up the process. Finally, she got up her nerve and tried to suck on it. In spite of a supreme effort, she could stretch her lips only wide enough to be able to take the swollen glans into her mouth. She gently massaged it with her lips and tongue while she stroked the seven inches or more she couldn't orally enclose with the cool fingers of one hand while the other teased and caressed his balls. It wasn't long until he was fully erected and ready to engage her anew.
"Wait! As anxious as I am to feel it inside of me again I've got to get some pictures of that monster, first. I just wish I had a ruler to hold next to it. The girls back home aren't going to believe this. If you can ever get away to pay me a visit you'll be the most popular man in Sunnyvale." She posed him carefully and took a half dozen different angles before putting the camera aside and stretching out flat on the deck. "I want a hard surface under me this time so that I can feel you crushing all the way into my belly."
She was still partly distended from their first encounter and he worked into her more easily now. While still a tight fit, this time her cunt felt like a cunt. And a very delightful one at that. When he was all the way in her to where her vaginal lips kissed his dangling balls, she threw her legs up around his buttocks and locked her ankles together. He pumped in and out of her with long powerful strokes now and she moaned appreciatively.
"Oh, my God, Jeff, I feel like a naked parachute top who got impaled on a flagpole. Fuck me, my shipboard lover, ram me good with that beautiful meat of yours. Oh, I love it. I'm just afraid that you are spoiling me to where no ordinary man can ever satisfy me again. If not, I'll probably have to make a dildo your size out of a fire hose nozzle. OH, JESUS, I'M GOING TO CUM ALL OVER YOU, ALREADY. FUCK ME FLAT, JEFF. I'M CUMMING TO YOUR BEAUTIFUL COCK."
Jeff felt her cunt go through the muscular convulsions of climax time after time at two or three minute intervals as he pistoned in and out of her wide-stretched gash from tip to balls. She had just gone through her fourth orgasm when he felt his own approaching.
"Put your legs down and lock your ankles around mine and thrust it up tight to me. I want to feel that juicy cunt of yours pressed up tight to my cock when it bursts inside of you."
She responded instantly and soon was lifting her ass right off the deck trying to get every last millimeter of his huge prick into her belly. "Oh, yes, Jeff, this feels right. I want to feel you cum in my cunt. Maybe I can even cum again when I feel it. Shoot your hot jism clear down into my womb."
Jeff reached beneath her up-thrust buttocks and worked his middle finger all the way into her hairy ass-hole to lift her even higher onto his buried shaft. "Here I cum, ready or not," he warned her.
"YES. I CAN FEEL IT SHOOTING INTO ME AND NOW I'M GOING TO CREAM ALL OVER YOUR CUMMING COCK IN MY CUNT," she moaned as she turned on her crazy internal milking machine action again and pumped the very last dregs from his spent balls.
This time she didn't faint but lay moaning happily beneath him and covering his face with little kisses. "My God, what a lover! What an absolutely fucking you give a girl!" she kept gasping breathlessly.
"You're not exactly a dead-ass lay yourself, young lady," Jeff told her, returning her compliments. "I feel like I've been swallowed up in quicksand."
* * * *
It was twenty minutes to five when they got dressed and prepared to return to deck. Mary-Lou cleaned his lips and face with cold cream and rubbed it briskly with a face towel to remove any traces of her lipstick. She suggested that they return to the public rooms separately, in order not to take any unnecessary chances. As he was preparing to leave, Mary-Lou threw her arms around him and exclaimed, "I've got to hug and kiss him good-bye before you take him away from me." She dropped to her knees, unzipped his fly and removed his limp cock which she proceeded to cover with kisses and little love nibbles. Getting to her feet she raised her skirts and rubbed that huge muff of fur up against his cock and crotch. She was getting hot again but Jeff had neither time nor energy enough left to do anything about it. As she pulled away he patted her furry mound and slipped a finger into the creamy interior. Then he replaced his prick in his pants, zipped his fly and prepared to leave.
"Just in case you can get away after she goes to sleep tonight, I'll be up on the boat deck between one and two a.m." She kissed him lightly and he left her to make his way up to the cocktail lounge.
This time it was Jeff who felt in need of a drink after a sex session. Mary-Lou had been a real wild piece of ass and had given him a sensational workout. He was happy that it had happened but still he felt pangs of guilt. It was the first time since he and his mother had begun providing each other with sexual satisfaction that he had cheated on her. He had always known that it would have to happen sooner or later but he still felt somewhat conscience-stricken over it. Perhaps a drink would help. He asked the bartender to recommend a cocktail for someone who was just learning to drink. The older man looked as though he didn't quite approve of the idea but suggested he try a whisky sour.
He had almost finished the first delicious drink when Vickie and her three bridge-playing friends walked in and took a large booth. They didn't see him at first having come in from the bright sunlight on deck to the subdued light of the bar. When they did, they signaled him to join them. He finished his drink and walked over to where they were sitting. Jeff stood beside the booth for a minute waiting for them to scoot in and make room for him. He saw Vickie staring at his pants. He resisted the temptation to look down.
"Jeff, where on earth did you get all that black hair over your nice white flannel slacks?" she asked, suddenly.
"Oh, they have this big black cat as a mascot down in the engine room and I was petting it," he remarked casually but sat down across from her and began brushing his lap.
"How did the bridge game go?" he asked to get the conversation back onto safe ground. "I know you haven't played in a long time, mom."
"Well, thank God for that!" one of the women replied. "She just about skunked us as it was. If it weren't for you I'd suspect her of being one of those shipboard card sharps they warn you about."
"Thanks for the compliment. I just happened to get the cards this afternoon," Vickie said, smiling. "Besides, I doubt that I could make expenses at a tenth of a cent a point."
Jeff was always proud of his mother and thought she was the most beautiful woman alive. Somehow, after his session with Mary-Lou this afternoon, Vickie suddenly looked a lot older to him. He tried to dismiss the thought from his mind as he ordered another double whisky sour.
After the other women left to dress for dinner Jeff suggested that they stay and have another drink or two. There was never any trouble convincing Vickie to have another. She was worried about him but he told her that he had to find out what it was like to begin to feel your drinks sometime. Now seemed an excellent time as far as he was concerned. He kept her in the bar for two more drinks. She admitted to having a slight headache from staring at cards so long and he suggested that perhaps one final drink before dinner might kill it. His real concern was to keep her here late enough that they would have to rush to dress for dinner and not have time for any lovemaking. If she discovered that he was temporarily unable to perform his lover's duties, her suspicions would surely be aroused.
The three-hour formal dinner was the social highlight of the day on board ship. Vickie was in high spirits. She had really enjoyed getting back into playing bridge and having a long session of strictly girl-talk with the other women. Jeff knew that she had missed her old friends. He ordered them a drink before dinner and Vickie celebrated her meager winnings by treating the entire table to wine with dinner. It was a superb meal, enjoyed in leisurely comfort amongst pleasant companions in a delightful atmosphere. This shipboard life was really getting to both of them.
After dinner Vickie's bridge-playing friends took them to the bar for an after-dinner brandy. The drinks were beginning to get to Vickie. Her speech was slurred and she listed noticeably to port when she walked. Jeff took her arm to brace her and walked her briskly three times around the promenade deck before suggesting that they take in the outdoor first-run movie. They never went to movies at home. The fresh air seemed to straighten her out but the picture soon unglued her.
When they left the movie Vickie insisted upon a few more drinks to calm her nerves.
Later, Jeff had to help Vickie back to their cabin. He heard her retching in the head. Surely, she would be in no mood or condition for any sexual activity tonight. Somehow, vomiting and screwing never seemed to go together. She came back into the cabin looking decidedly green around the gills and soon crawled, unsteadily, into her bunk. He undressed quietly and climbed up into the upper bunk, as if to go to sleep.
"Goodnight, mom. I hope you sleep well and feel better in the morning."
"Goodnight, dear. I'm sorry. It was stupid of me to have so much to drink. I hate to be a wet blanket to you. I'll be fine by morning."
"I'm sure you will. To tell you the truth I feel a little woozie myself. Guess I'll have to sleep it off, too."
Jeff lay very still and listened for his mother's breathing. The radium dial on his watch indicated that it was quarter to one. If she fell into a deep sleep perhaps he could keep that rendezvous on the boat deck with Mary-Lou. There was still one way he was anxious to try her and this might be the only shot he'd get at it. Ten minutes later, Vickie was snoring softly. The sleeping pill had taken effect. It seemed appropriate that he had watched her take it out of the same bottle she had bought to put him to sleep so that she could fuck him. Now he watched her take one of the same pills and waited for it to affect her so that he could sneak out and fuck another woman.
* * * *
Mary-Lou was standing in plain sight by one of the boat davits smoking and waiting for him. She waved as he approached and flicked her cigarette over the side. Without a word she led him to a secluded section of the top deck and indicated a deck chair that someone had dragged here out of sight, probably for nude sunbathing.
She had on a loose-fitting camel's hair wraparound coat with a sash belt. He had taken the precaution of wearing black slacks so her hairs wouldn't show.
"There's nothing on under it, Jeff," she whispered to him as he snuggled beside her in the big deck chair. He undid the belt and spread the coat open. Those beautiful tits and that unbelievable muff of black cunt-hair looked even sexier in the moonlight. While he sucked on her resilient tits and massaged her furry mound she opened his fly and carefully removed his prick and balls and began to fondle them as if still not able to believe their immensity. He found her clit and rubbed and massaged it until she had her first orgasm. By now he was rock hard. He knew how he wanted her but wondered if it would be possible physically, even if she would stand still for the idea. Once her climax had passed, he lifted his mouth from her stiff nipples and suggested, "Turn over, Mary-Lou."
He could see the sudden look of shock and fear cross her face but with it was something akin to curious interest. Without a word she rolled over onto her stomach. Jeff lifted the tails of her coat to expose the firm ivory buttocks in the moonlight. He spread them with his hands and saw the heavily fur-fringed trench between them. Lowering his face to its center, he began to lick and suck at her hairy little ass-hole and to drive his tongue as deeply into its hot interior as he could. She began to squirm and thrust her anus up to him. When he finally thought that he had her built up enough to try it, he moved up and held the swollen knob of his cock against the tight little hair-fringed hole and pushed for all his might. He knew that he was hurting her and yet the anal penetration seemed utterly impossible. Just as he was about to give up, his eyes caught sight of a shiny tube on the near edge of a hatch cover. He could just barely reach it. It had obviously been forgotten by the secret sunbather. The tube was nearly half full of a greasy sun tan lotion. He rubbed it generously into and around the mouth of her tight rear stricture and then coated the head of his impatient cock with a liberal quantity of the ointment. He even rubbed some down the full length of his shaft. Hopefully, this might provide the much-needed lubrication.
Again he held his burning cock tip to the tiny opening and bore down heavily. Miraculously, he slid halfway into her soft hot rectum on the very first stroke. He spread her cheeks with his hands and urged another inch or so into her. Almost instantly the inner muscles relaxed and he was sliding in and out of her sweet ass easily and comfortably. It had been even easier than his initial full penetration of her pussy. Her brown rear tunnel accommodated him more readily than had her pink front one. Earlier he had thought that her cunt felt like his mother's ass-hole. Now, as he sawed in and out of her rear in the moonlight, he thought how much her loose-fitting ass felt like Vickie's cunt.
"Holy cow, Jeff, that's great! I never even knew you could do it this way. Is that beautiful prick of yours really in my ass or are you just getting into my cunt from the back? It seems strange but I can't tell the difference."
"It's really plugging your ass-hole, baby. I'm going to fuck you up the ass real good and cum all over your bowels. If you try real hard you can cum this way, too."
"I don't believe you, but it feels so good that I guess it might be possible. You're getting into me where no man has ever been before and I love it. OOOOOHHHHH, THAT FEELS GOOD. Oh, yes! Ass-fuck me real good, Jeff. I have to see if you can really make me cum by shoving your cock up my ass-hole."
She was humping up those buttocks to meet his every thrust into her, now, and moaning in ecstasy as he drove into the depths of her intestines. She was bucking like a horse now and Jeff had to get a firm grip on her hipbones to stay in the saddle. He knew that in her frenzy she wasn't trying to unseat him but rather to get him even further into her soft hot guts.
"Oh, God, Jeff, it's going to happen. I can feel it about to happen. You were right. I am going to cum just from you fucking me up the ass. Wow! Can you feel that? I'm flooding my cunt while you're plugging my ass. Do you intend to cum in there?" her voice left no doubt of her astonishment at what was happening to her.
"Yes, baby, I'm going to flush hot jism into your bowels any second now. Damn, but you've got a soft, hot ass. It rubs against my stiff cock like a velvet glove dipped in melted butter. Now! Feel it. Concentrate on it. I'm cumming deep inside your little ass-hole. Here!" He bore down upon her so hard that it almost collapsed the deck chair as he gushed his heavy juices deep inside of her rectum.
They lay there for a long time afterward, with his shrinking cock still embedded in her rear. At last it plopped out, siphoning some of the white fluids with it. He watched in the bright moonlight as they matted the unbelievable growth of lush black hairs around that lovely ass-hole of hers.
Jeff knew that Vickie would sleep through the night like a baby after having drunk so much. It was a little after two but he was in no rush to leave Mary-Lou. He might never have a chance to be with her again. Obviously, she felt the same way. She was bent over him now massaging his limp prick with the soft flesh of her breasts. She was an optimist, hoping to erect him again after the strenuous workout she had given that poor thing these past twelve hours. The tender caress of her woman flesh was soothing and before long he even began to twitch a bit. Perhaps there was one more shot left in the old gun after all. He guided her around to straddle his head, bracing her knees inside the arms of the deck chair and lowering that frightfully furry gash to his face where his mouth could reach the lovely pink slit while his hands fondled her dangling breasts as she lowered her own face to his nearly erect cock. She licked it lovingly, and, finally, with great effort, managed to get an inch more than just the head in her open mouth. She sucked voraciously on what portion of it she could get into her mouth and gently stroked the remainder of the shaft with her cool soft fingers. What he was doing to her own sex center spurred her on to even greater effort and soon she had managed to work still another inch of his huge prick behind her tender voracious lips and into the moist confines of her mouth while he licked and slurped and sucked at her open cunt above his face. She was playing with his balls beautifully now and, on a sudden inspiration, ran her middle finger up his ass-hole. He squeezed her tits almost violently now and dug his fingernails into the nipples as he latched his mouth onto her swollen clit and sucked and chewed on that sensitive little panic button. Her own mounting excitement sparked his and he pulled down on her tits as he thrust up with his hips driving his hot swollen cock ever deeper into her oral-chasm until he felt her shuddering orgasm hit her and this triggered his as he blew four separate spurts of hot jism into her mouth. She sputtered and some of it leaked out of her nostrils but she stayed right down on it until he had expelled the last drop. Then she raised up and began swallowing hard and licking the seepage off of her lips. She cocked her head as though trying to identify the flavor. Finally, she pulled her dripping gash off of his mouth and twisted around to sit beside him.
"That tastes good!" she exclaimed as though she had just made an impossible discovery. She moved into his arms and kissed him deeply while they tasted each other's sex juice on their lips. He sucked her tits one final time and ran his hands through that huge muff and then, without a parting word, she tied the belt of her coat and was gone. Jeff waited five minutes and then carefully checked his trousers and then descended to the promenade deck.
A few stragglers were still in the bar and he ordered a final double whisky sour to wash the smell of pussy from his lips and breath. He stopped in the well-lit men's room and carefully checked his dark pants for semen tracks. Finding none, he made his way back to the cabin he shared with his mother and sneaked quietly back into his bunk. Vickie was snoring as peacefully as when he had left over two hours before.
CHAPTER SIX
The arrival in Honolulu harbor was an event that neither Vickie nor Jeff shall ever forget. The passengers had lined the decks since early morning scanning the Western horizon for the first glimpse of the fabled island paradise. When the tip of Diamondhead came into sight, a vast shout went up and this served as a signal for Hawaiian music to be piped all over the ship on the P.A. system. An hour or so later the high rise hotels that line the beach at Waikiki came into view and, at long last, as they approached the pier, they made out the familiar landmark of the
Aloha Tower. Native boys in outrigger canoes surrounded the big white ship and would dive for coins that the passengers tossed into the clear waters. In the distance surfboards could be seen sweeping gracefully in to shore on the crest of a breaking wave.
As they stepped from the gangplank, native girls approached and hung flower leis around their necks and kissed them in the age-old greeting of the friendly islanders.
Most of the passengers from the ship were herded like cattle into huge busses which would shuttle them to the modern skyscraper hotels further out the beach.
Vickie was immediately enthralled with their accommodations. The palms and ferns and flowers that surrounded their bungalow looked like they had grown there. The rooms were large and gracious with low-beamed ceilings and massive unique furniture hardcrafted of native woods. The warm patina finish bespoke of careful hand waxing over a period of decades. There were several vases of real live flowers and bowls of fresh fruit. Through the open windows she could hear the sound of the waves a hundred feet away.
Once they had unpacked and hung up their clothes, they left through the big French doors that opened directly onto the beach. They walked through the soft dark sand admiring the beach, the surf, the stately palms and the scores of happy vacationers. The length of time they had been here was easily gauged by the depth of their tans, which they wore like a badge of honor.
As the sun went down on their first day in Hawaii, they sat in the charming Polynesian cocktail lounge looking out over the Pacific and sipping tropical drinks through a straw from hollowed-out pineapples.
"I don't know about you, mom, but I'm already glad we came. This trip is going to do us both a world of good," Jeff observed happily.
"Oh, you are so right, Jeff. We've been hiding from the world too long. Look at all of the wonderful living we've been missing. If it all had to end right now I'd say it's been worth every dime it cost." She was proud of her son. He had developed into a fine young man. She enjoyed showing him off. It had been wrong to have forced him into their sequestered existence this past year. After all, very few people would suspect their intimate inter-relationship and those few probably wouldn't really give a damn, anyway. When they got home from this vacation life was going to be different for them. In the future Vickie would have cause to remember the prophecy of her thoughts at this moment. Except that they didn't work out quite the way she had in mind at this point in life.
When they got back to their bungalow they found an Invitation from the management to be among the guests of honor at a full-fledged beach luau that evening given to welcome all of the hotel's newly arrived guests.
The moonlight luau was like something right out of a South Sea Island movie. The soft strumming of the guitars, the delicious aromas of the exotic foods cooking over open fires of palm fronds, the imagine rum drinks served in open top coconuts and the friendly natives in their colorful costumes and fresh flower leis all blended to create an atmosphere of sheer storybook romance. Every now and then, when nobody was looking, she would reach over and give Jeff's cock a little tentative squeeze.
Later in the evening, after she had eaten herself into an absolute decline, Vickie had a sudden desperate urge to go to the bathroom. Jeff had gone back for thirds on the roast pork and she didn't dare take time to find him. She simply rushed back to their bungalow. Sitting there on the toilet she burst into a wild fit of the giggles. She had suddenly remembered Jeff's father's description of the differences between the Old West and the New West, which seemed somehow terribly appropriate at this moment. He had said, "In the Old West people went indoors to eat and outdoors to shit." Thinking of her late husband made her think of cock and thinking of cock made her think of her son. Before returning to the party she mixed some warm soapy water in the basin and dissolved in several capfuls of the deodorizing douche powder. Then she filled the bulk syringe and worked it into her snatch. It felt so good and she was in such a sexy mood that she was tempted to masturbate herself to orgasm but, as good as the syringe nozzle felt, she knew that Jeff's nozzle would feel infinitely better. Besides, when she finally managed to squeeze his bulb he would flood her pussy with her favorite douche fluid. She refilled the little syringe four times and squirted its contents deep into her vaginal canal before satisfying herself that she was clean.
Jeff had seen Vickie leave the party and head for the bungalow. He had taken advantage of her absence to move over and get a close look at some of the Hawaiian beauties who were currently serving and would later do the moonlight hula. Since the hotel tried to maintain the atmosphere of an earlier-day Hawaii before the jet age changed everything, these girls wore the traditional grass skirts and were bare breasted except for floral leis. The one who had particularly caught his eye was a honey-skinned Polynesian lovely whom the other girls called "Leilani". She had the most magnificent body Jeff had ever seen. Every time she bent over to serve someone the flower lei fell loose and those huge tits hung free in full sight. His cock twitched like crazy each time he caught a glimpse of the fleshy beauties. Now, as he approached her, he noticed her face since he was too embarrassed to walk right up to her staring at her tits. Large, dark almond-shaped eyes hinted at an Oriental heritage. The full lips were the type of red that never needed lipstick. Looking at them now Jeff could almost feel them wrapped around his big cock. Her nose was slender with flaring nostrils which distended slightly as she breathed, making her look animalistically sexy. The long blue-black hair hung below her shoulders. It was as soft and shiny as ebony floss and formed a lovely frame for her facial features and background for the hibiscus she wore behind her left ear. When he drew near, the heady fragrance of white ginger from the blossoms in her lei made him suddenly conscious of his pulse beat at the base of his prick where it joined his balls. This gorgeous creature was the sheep personification of pure, raw sex. He had a tremendous sex ache for her and now that he was within touching distance, he could feel his throbbing, twitching cock starching his drawers from the delightful messages his eyes and nose were transmitting down to its hidden headquarters.
"Hello, I'm Jeff Burke. I want to apologize. I'm afraid I've been staring at you. I didn't mean to to be impolite but I just couldn't seem to take my eyes off of you. You're by far the loveliest sight on the horizon. It's a sight that could easily loom large on my personal horizon." The flattering words just seemed to flow naturally although it was the first time in his life that Jeff had gone actively on the make for a girl.
"Yes, I noticed. I am used to having men stare at my body. I've been dancing here since I was fourteen but something in the way you've been looking at me tonight made me think I ought to run home and put on a tin overcoat." She had a deep-throated laugh that seemed to punctuate the words.
"I'm truly sorry. It's just that I was thinking..."
"I'm quite aware of what you were thinking, Mr. Burke." She smiled broadly.
"Well, I mean aside from that," he said, grinning. "I was thinking that if we were alone I'd offer you ten dollars for that lei." Now he stared boldly down at the huge tits. One shell pink nipple peeked back through the white flowers.
"That's very flattering but, in the first place, we're not alone and the manager would fire me if I took it off in front of all these people."
"That's just 'in the first place.' The way you said it sounds like there's more that you were going to add," he prompted.
"Yes. I was going to say that in the second place I don't sell leis. I offer them as a gift of love to those I am sufficiently fond of. Incidentally, you can spell that word 'lei' either way you like. Furthermore, a true Hawaiian girl never gives a man a lei without giving him a kiss along with it. It's an old island custom."
"You make my wild ideas about you seem better and better," he told her.
"If you're serious about wanting to see me alone, I get off work at two in the morning. Almost every night I go down to the beach for a swim before going to bed. I always take off my lei before going in the water. I won't be there tonight because we're having a birthday party for one of the girls after work but I will be there tomorrow night. Sometimes I take a blanket and sleep on the beach. Perhaps I shall see you there. Right now I'd better shake my ass and get back to work. Speaking of shaking my ass, I hope you won't leave until I do my hula. It's the last thing on the program. Bye for now." She treated him to a smile that absolutely galvanized his sex organs. Then she was gone just as Jeff saw Vickie returning.
"Where've you been, mom. I've looked everywhere for you." He lied as she rejoined the guests.
"Well, darling, to be crude about it I had to run in and tinkle. Since everything is so romantic here perhaps I should rephrase that in the language of the islands by saying that this malahini had the urge to shed a few tears for Karnehameha," she chuckled.
"Atta girl, Vickie, you're really going native out here," he said, laughing. "I'm glad you're back. They're about to start the entertainment.
There's still time for me to get you another piece of poi; that is, if you remembered to wash your hands afterward."
"I did better than that, as you'll get wind of later, I hope," she confessed with a knowing wink.
"That's a promise," Jeff said, tweaking her ass as she sat down beside him on the sand.
The luau's entertainment program proved as lavish as the feast that preceded it. These Islanders really did things up brown. There were fire dancers, spear dancers, drum dancers as well as a whole chorus line of hula dancers in addition to a native choir and soloists. For the grand finale, Leilani did a single hula that was pure poetry in motion. As her hips undulated the grass skirt swayed occasionally providing dark evidence that she wore nothing beneath it. The Master of Ceremonies explained the meaning of the various hula movements as she danced. The lei of white ginger blossoms gyrated slowly like a hula hoop bringing the lush lovely breasts into full view in the bright moonlight as the flickering firelight did its own little dance over her superb body.
Jeff wanted to fuck this beautiful broad so bad he could taste it. Suddenly, the next night seemed a million miles away. He would have to make careful plans to get away from Vickie with enough sexual energy left to do justice to this superb hunk of woman. Perhaps he could do a repeat of the act aboard ship the night he had sneaked up to the boat deck to corn-hole the hairy Mary-Lou and give her her first lesson in the gentle art of cocksucking. He wondered what it would be like to get Leilani to give him head Hawaiian style. For the first time in his life he was making active plans to seduce a girl, although this one didn't sound like she would require a whole hell of a lot of seducing.
When her dance was finished the audience went wild, but not half as wild as his cock. Vickie reached over to pat him on the crotch and ran into the roaring hard-on.
"Well, Jeff, I see you liked that lovely girl's performance," she chided him as she gave the big ramrod an appreciative squeeze and rushed him back to the privacy of their bungalow.
Inside they undressed quickly and Vickie swooped his burning tortured prick into her mouth and throat and did all those wondrous little things with her tongue and throat muscles. Jeff closed his eyes and tried to pretend that it was Leilani's lips he felt caressing his hot meat.
Vickie had no intention of going all the way and taking his sperm in her mouth. She wanted to feel it inside her tonight. She stopped before it had progressed to the point of no return and smiled up at him.
"Jeff, suck my cunt first and make it all creamy and then give me a real Hawaiian honeymoon fucking. Okay?" she whispered breathlessly.
"Precisely what I had in mind, my little mother-bride," he told her as he led her to the bed and placed a pillow under her buttocks as she spread her legs to make room for him down there.
The touch of her son's tongue to her hot gash sent shivers up and down Vickie's whole body. Even her toenails tingled as he licked up and down her tender trench, sucking her vaginal lips into his oral lips and then forcing his tongue between them in the ultimate soul kiss. For years she had thought that cunt-lapping was something that her husband had invented and that other men just didn't do it. Not that she had ever had any sexual experience with other men, she hadn't, except for his son. Now she knew that in this wondrous area the son outshone the father. His educated tongue and lips, even the tip of his nose knew where all the hidden switches were and soon they had turned on all the motors and pumps of her sex complex. She could feel all of the deep wellsprings of her sex fluids begin to flow as her cunt got creamier and creamier with each magical new maneuver of his torrid tongue.
"Oh, yes, Jeff boy, eat my cunt. Eat it all out real good and make it cum in your sweet mouth. Gobble my gash and make all the great-juices flow. Oh, my God, it's sheer heaven the way you suck your mama's cunt!" she said, deliriously, as she raised her ass clear off the pillow to force the golden fleece of her cunt up to his slurping mouth.
When she raised real high, Jeff went all the way back beyond the bottom of the fur-fringed pink valley and tickled her tight rear stricture and forced the tip of his hot tongue into the tiny opening and tasted the acrid flavor of her rectum before he traveled back around the bend and upward to latch his lips onto her stiff hot little clitoris and sucked the little pink-and-white head out of its protective hood like the tip of a tiny un-circumcised penis into his hot wet mouth where he tortured this most sensitive erogenous zone with the tip of his tongue. Vickie was conscious of nothing other than her hair-trigger panic button in her son's mouth and the tickling of the breath from his nostrils as it blew through her hairy mound that was thrust up tightly to his face. Then, with the suddenness of a summer storm, the lightning flashed and the thunder roared and rumbled in her head as the dam burst and the colored lights of her mind flashed like a tilted pinball machine as the mammoth orgasm struck her with hurricane force and swept her away into the happy oblivion of the pinnacle of sexual satisfaction. She clutched his head and ground her hairy cunt up tightly to his mouth as she came and announced her cumming with a loud sigh of sheerest ecstasy.
When the burning winds that raced through her loins had subsided and the flooding began to ebb she collapsed back into the pillow beneath her ass like a deflated balloon.
"Oh, my precious lover-boy, that was absolutely superb. I feel like I've been eaten alive. I proudly proclaim my son to be the undisputed king of the mouth-fuckers," she announced in a breathless voice.
"That was only the preliminary bout, Vickie. Now brace yourself for the main event." He was up on his knees between her open thighs now, his huge cock with the glistening purple head jutting out menacingly in front of him.
"Wait a minute, Jeff, not like this. Let me get up on my knees on the edge of the bed and you fuck me doggy fashion where I can watch it all in the dresser mirror. I want to see as well as feel that big beautiful cock of yours plunging in and out of my cunt."
"Okay, but hurry and get yourself positioned. My fuse has been lit for a long time now and I don't want this damn Roman candle to go off in my hand," he warned her.
"Oh, God, neither do I!" she gasped. "I want to feel it explode deep inside my cunt."
Once she had positioned herself where she got a clear view of their reflection in the mirror Vickie reached back between her spread loins and grasped her son's huge cock and guided the head between the creamy lips of her pussy, pausing momentarily to rub its spongy tip against her throbbing clit. Jeff grasped her hipbones and drove it into that juicy gash in one powerful lunge until the soft golden blonde hairs of her Venus mound tickled his dangling balls. Vickie patted and fondled his burning balls while she savored the delightful feeling of his huge hot turgid cock stretching and stuffing her hotly throbbing pussy. He fucked her with long hard strokes at first while she moved her head about watching first the reflection in the mirror as she saw the thick flesh rod emerge into full sight and then disappear again into her appreciative sex recesses. Then she looked back between her legs and watched his balls swing as they traveled back and forth, slapping against her pubic mound and tickling her clit each time he drove his turgid prick all the way into her wanton cunt. Then they would back off about eight inches and ram forward again as they performed their rhythmic dance of love. Then her eyes would turn back to the dresser mirror as she became both voyeur and performer in the little sex circus.
While Vickie was intrigued by watching herself get soundly and expertly fucked, Jeff chose to close his eyes and fantasize that it was the lovely Leilani's soft cunt that he was moving in and out of to receive such a tender sex massage. He simply had to find a way to meet her on the beach late the following night. Now, still thinking of the golden skinned beauty, he changed his pace and began to fuck his mother with slow, tender deep strokes, all the way in and all the way out of her soft gash.
"Oh, Jeff, fuck me hard and fast again now. I'm almost ready to cum all over that lovely prick of yours. Sock it to me, son. Ram it in there hard and fast," she gasped back up at him while she turned her face to watch the actual moment of climax in the mirror.
She began humping back violently to him now to make sure that she had every ounce of his meat crammed into her creamy cunt. Then she let out a loud moan, "OH, MY GOD, HERE IT COMES! AHHHHH. FUCK ME, JEFF. FUCK ME HARD WHILE I CUM ALL OVER YOUR COCK. NOOOOOWWWWW!"
Jeff was ready to cum right after her. He had her buttocks spread wjde and was enjoying watching his throbbing turgid prick pump in and out of her creaming cunt when it happened.
Later, Jeff crawled under the sheet to rest up. It had been a long and exciting day and within minutes he was asleep. Vickie went to the bathroom and then called room service and ordered a bottle of Scotch and some ice. While her boy slept and recharged his batteries she fell into her usual pattern following sex with her son and made herself three stiff drinks. When she finished the third one she hid the bottle in her suitcase and washed out the glass and put it in the bathroom cabinet. Then she crawled into bed beside Jeff and started to gently stroke his limp prick. She smiled at the way he moaned and mumbled incoherently in his sleep. She remembered the time she had sucked him off and he thought he was having a wet dream about the Italian movie star. Perhaps tonight he would dream that he was screwing that lovely Polynesian girl whose near-nude hula dance had given him such a hard-on. She almost hoped that he would. After all if he got all of his away-from-home-type sex out of his system in his sleep, she would have less trouble keeping him on the straight and narrow during his waking hours.
When she had stroked and caressed him to semi-erection, Vickie slid down beneath the sheet and licked up and down and around the growing staff. Then she sucked his balls into her mouth and gave them a delightful sucking and oral massage until his cock was as hard as a rock. He was moaning and babbling in his sleep now. She ran her soft lips over his flaming sex just a fraction of an inch deeper with each stroke while her tongue kept up a steady flicking against all of the nerve centers. He groaned in delight as she took in a little more of his proud meat with each new stroke. Then she would back slowly up to the very tip before starting down again. On every third stroke she would pull off of it entirely and treat the full length of his swollen urethral tube to a tongue massage and then lick all of the sex drool off the swollen glans before taking it inside her lips and forcing her mouth and throat to encase ever more of its huge length. At this rate it took her nearly five minutes to bury him balls deep way down in her throat. When she got her lips clear down against his balls she felt the wild switching and swelling as he gushed out his love juice into her mouth and throat as she gulped and swallowed every last dreg of the hot fluids. Even then she didn't stop sucking on it but stayed right down on it until he was small and soft in her mouth.
CHAPTER SEVEN
All the next day Jeff wracked his brains to figure out how he could get through the night without screwing his mother and then get away at two in the morning to, hopefully, lay Leilani. No matter what the cost he knew that he simply had to fuck that Polynesian queen. His best bet, of course, would be to get Vickie stoned again, like he had on the ship. Early in the day he planted the seeds in her mind that since they were on vacation they might as well really live it up. At breakfast he suggested that they start with a couple of Bloody Marys and then a couple of drinks before lunch. He thought he was off to a flying start. But then, in the afternoon, while he took a surfboard lesson from one of the native beach boys, she took a nap and awakened stone cold sober. He would have to start all over again.
Later that afternoon they went to the newsstand in the hotel lobby to buy picture postcards to send to friends back home. In a rack on the counter Jeff found a leaflet describing a grand tour of Honolulu night clubs.
"Hey, mom, this looks like fun. After all, we can't really see Hawaii without seeing some of the night life here. I've never been to a night club and I know it's been a long time since you've been out for a night on the town. Why don't we go on this tour tonight?" he said, hoping that she wouldn't detect an air of urgency in his voice.
"Well, I don't know. You're too young for real night clubs. Maybe they wouldn't serve you," she said, sounding undecided.
"Shucks, I don't care about the drinking. I'll be just as happy ordering cokes. I'd just like to see the insides of these places. And, besides, I think it would be good for you," he prompted.
"It might be fun at that," Vickie agreed.
Within ten minutes they were signed up for the tour that left the hotel at eight and returned at twelve thirty. The timing seemed perfect for his erotic purposes.
Later, while Vickie was taking her bath in preparation for their big night on the town, Jeff opened her cosmetic case and found a bottle of sleeping pills. He placed three of them in a hotel envelope from the desk drawer and slipped the envelope into his inside jacket pocket.
At each place they visited that evening, Jeff insisted that Vickie sample two of their special drinks. By eleven o'clock she was beginning to get quite high. At the last three stops he slipped one of the sleeping pills into her drink. They did the trick. She fell asleep in the sightseeing bus on the way back to the hotel. He had to wake her up and help her back to the bungalow and then undress her and put her to bed. Five minutes later she was snoring softly and would be dead to the world for at least eight hours.
Jeff took off his clothes and hung them carefully in the closet. Then he slipped on his new surfer trunks and a white terry cloth bathrobe which could double as a beach blanket. The next hour he pussyfooted around, fearful of awakening his sleeping mother. The time dragged by in extreme slow motion. He was plagued by a nagging thought. What if Leilani couldn't make it tonight? He could only use that nightclub ruse once. His cock ached at the vivid memory of those luscious tits and the glimpses of pure black cunt-hair he had caught through the grass skirt. Never before had he wanted a broad's body so desperately. He simply had to have her. For a period, he realized that he now understood the deep burning passions of lust that could drive a man to rape-murder. It was a desperate emotion that could readily derange even a normally well-adjusted male. Surely, that sultry Hawaiian beauty had been born for sex. He had to know the taste of her luscious nipples and feel the smooth moist interior of her cunt, even if he had to knock her unconscious and take it away from her. The depth and intensity of his lustful sex drives to possess that golden body began to frighten him. The distraught boy had no way of knowing that his nagging fears were unfounded and unnecessary. At that very moment, Leilani was rushing to check out from her night's work and hurry to their trysting spot to throw herself into the handsome mainlander's arms. In the bright moonlight the night before she had noticed the huge bulge in his pants and now she ached to see and fondle his cock and to feel its erection inside of her. Perhaps she had been too forward and he had reconsidered, thinking of her as just a cheap little island slut with big tits who showed her body to the malahinis for money. How could he know how truly selective she was about the males to whom she offered her favors. Could he possibly conceive of the number of rich tourists who had offered her a hundred dollars or more for the use of her body? To make matters worse, not all of them had been men. She knew that the other girls and many of the women who saw her act envied her and even hated her for the sheer physical perfection of her anatomy. A lot of them probably considered it a blessing of which this native girl was unworthy. How could they possibly realize that, more often than not, that perfect body of hers that exuded sex from every pore was far more of a curse than a blessing? Every night that she did her special dance as the finale for one of those cursed luaus, one or more lecherous men approached her with a leer on their faces and a ridiculously small bulge in their pants below their bloated pot bellies. She had recently delighted in dashing cold water on their burning desires for her body. The night before this clean-cut young chap had been different. He had actually whetted her own sexual appetites. That's why she had given him all that crap about going to the beach for a nude swim every night after work. She'd only done it twice in the four years she had worked there. Maybe she was making a fool of herself tonight to even show up, but he had seemed sincere. Now she prayed that he would be there to keep the date that she, herself, had suggested. All day long the thought of that big bulge in his pants had been very close to the front of her mind. It was two a.m. now and the moment of truth had arrived. She threw the loose coat around her shoulders and gathered it close to her to cover the fact that she was wearing only a flower lei and a grass skirt beneath it and made her way out of the servants' entrance and across the sands to the agreed meeting place. Her heart was pounding beneath her huge bosoms in anticipation of what she prayed might lay ahead of her on this night.
At exactly two o'clock, Jeff made a final check on Vickie. She was sleeping soundly. He took two large bath towels from the bathroom and let himself out of the French door leading to the beach and made his way across the warm dark sand toward the water. The busy beach was deserted and silent now except for the gentle lapping of the waves against the shore. The bright Hawaiian moonlight turned the entire scene into a picture postcard vista. He selected a prominent spot in full view and spread a towel and sat down upon it. He was probably making a complete ass of himself. Why should that beautiful Island Queen come to him here on the sand in the middle of the night? At this very moment she was probably laying in the arms of some handsome tanned beach boy, laughing about the stupid little boy from the mainland that had made the date to make love to her. He had wanted so badly to believe that it was possible. He had even drugged his mother to create the opportunity. What a fool he was! He was plunged so deeply into the depths of self-pity that he didn't hear her approach.
"Hello, Jeff Burke. I was afraid you wouldn't keep our date. I have come to give you my lei, as I promised."
"Oh, Leilani, you did come. I was so afraid that you wouldn't. I think I'd have surely died if you hadn't come to me," he mumbled as he scrambled to his feet. "Do you know that I had the most wonderful dream about you ... about us ... last night."
"That's sweet, Jeff. I hope I don't prove to be a disappointment to you after your dream."
"Now that you are here, Leilani, I don't know the meaning of the word disappointment," he told her.
She gave him that smile that made his toenails curl up as she reached down and picked up his towels, "Come, Jeff, let's go over here to this hidden spot behind the ferns. People seldom venture here at this hour of the night but I still want us to have privacy." She took his hand and suddenly all life seemed to come from that intimate body contact.
When they reached her secret spot she spread the towels. Then she took off her coat and tossed it beside them and reached out and removed his robe and dropped it on top of the coat. A new fragrance reached his nostrils from the lei she wore.
"What is that lovely perfume?" he asked her. "Tonight I fashioned a lei of passion flowers. I thought they might prove appropriate to the occasion. Now I give my lei to you."
As she removed the garland of flowers those mammoth breasts gleamed in the moonlight. He reached out and cupped them in his hands as she slipped the lei around his neck.
"Remember, it is bad luck to give your lover a lei without a kiss to go with it," she whispered and pressed those marvelous breasts to his bare chest as their arms went around each other and she gave him a long, deep moist kiss while their tongues got acquainted in a lovers' tango.
Afterward, she offered no resistance as he untied her grass skirt and let it fall to the sand. Her only reply was to undo his surfer trunks. They wouldn't fall, but had to be helped down over his full erection. Then, still standing in the dark volcanic ash sands of Waikiki Beach, they held one another in close embrace before settling down onto the towels she had spread out upon the sand. His eager hands and lips made a lover's attack upon the marvelous big firm tits as he sucked and nibbled the raspberry nipples to swollen erection while she stroked his hot shaft. Jeff worked his way down her body, covering it with appreciative kisses all the way until he buried his face in the ebony-furred muff and slid his tongue into her secret recesses. The lovely native girl had a cunt that smelled like night-blooming jasmine. Her aroma, flavor and internal sweetness were on a par with her physical perfection. His tongue found all of the secret places and before long the love juices flowed and the muscles spasmed as he pressed his eager lips to her sweet slit.
Afterward, he slid easily into her creamy interior as she lay supine beneath him offering up her body. Her soft cunt gripped and squeezed and caressed his drooling dong as it impaled her upon its excessive length and breadth.
"Oh, Jeff, you're every bit the lover that I knew you would be. I'm happy that I've been saving myself for you. I knew it the moment you spoke to me last night. Make love to me, Jeff. Move into every dark secret place in my interior womanhood and take charge. My God, but you're a lot of man," she whispered in his ear as they made a physical thing of their love.
"And you're an awful lot of woman, Leilani. You're even greater than I'd dared to dream that you'd be. I wanted to be in you like this the moment I first caught a glimpse of your dark mound beneath the swaying grass skirt last night. Now lift it up to me and take me completely into yourself and accept the liquid proof of my love for you. I think that I really am in love with you and I've never been in love before."
"Don't say that, Jeff. You can't fall in love with a native girl. Just fuck me and be my man for tonight. Let this be a night that we'll both cling to and remember in our old age that comes so very soon."
"I do love you, Leilani. I don't just want to fuck you tonight. I want to go on fucking you every night of my life," he gasped, just before the fireworks started and he felt her cunt contract and squeeze his big cock as it exploded and flooded her insides with its hot juices.
Later, after their initial passions were spent, they romped and played and swam in the surf of the Pacific as though they were the only two living creatures on the big island. Then they lay huddled together on the towels.
"Leilani, I love you and I must have you forever. When will I see you again, like this?" he asked the nude goddess.
"Never, Jeff, my love. It is not meant to be. I'd love nothing better than to go away with you and stay with you forever but all too soon I'd see your love turn to hate; your admiration turn to revulsion, and I couldn't bring that upon you. You don't understand about native girls, my love. Look at them carefully around the island tomorrow. We mature early in life. I'm eighteen now and my body is at its prime. It's been thus since I was fourteen. By the time I'm twenty-two I will begin to age and fade. By the time I'm twenty-five I will grow fat and soft. These big tits that you so admire will sag and droop until they resemble a pair of hound's ears. My belly will swell and my ass will grow fat and flabby. The loose-fitting moo-moos we wear at eighteen begin to fit at twenty-five. Here in the islands you will see all too many still young ex-Navy men married to native women who were once beautiful as I am but who now look like their grandmothers. I couldn't do this to you, my dear. No, it's better that we have only tonight to remember and cherish. When the body grows old, memories still stay young. I love you enough that I want to remain forever young and beautiful and desirable in your heart. Please, believe me, and have faith in me on this subject so that neither of us has any regrets later."
"But I want you, Leilani. Not just for tonight. I want you every night ... forever," he complained.
"I understand, my love, but it isn't to be. It's as I've said. It's far better that we have this one perfect night at the height of our physical charms and abilities and cherish it forever. That's the way it has to be. Tonight is our life together. We had no yesterdays together. Neither shall we have any tomorrows together. Tonight is all we have."
Later, Jeff sucked her sweet-smelling cunt again and then she asked, "Would you like to have me go down and take you into my mouth in the style of the islands?"
"Oh, my darling. I would love nothing better," he confessed.
"You wait here. I shall return to you in a moment," she whispered and disappeared. Minutes later she reappeared, dragging one of the big two-man surfboards that the lifeguards use to rescue swimmers in distress. He helped her down to the water with it. They .sat, cross-legged upon the board, Indian fashion, and paddled with the palms of their hands until they were almost a mile out from shore. Then she turned the board around and instructed him to lie flat on his back upon it while she knelt above him and took his throbbing cock between the soft full lips, as she sucked him off as softly and sweetly as the guitar music of her native islands while the surf gently propelled them back to shore. Just before they reached the beach she went full depth on his throbbing shaft and he erupted into the soft damp recesses of her mouth and throat in a tender manner that exceeded even the thrilling episode in his dreams.
They lay in each other's arms in the soft moonlight for the next hour and then he fucked her again. This time slowly and tenderly as she pressed those wonderful tits to his smooth taut chest and they kissed each other deeply and with a quiet passion in the manner of true lovers. When he had burst deep inside of her and she had returned the flood to his embedded shaft, they separated. She held his robe for him and folded the towels and then helped her into her coat. Then they kissed deeply for a final time while her hands stroked and massaged his spent cock and he rubbed the black-furred mound of her womanhood.
"Aloha, Jeff," she whispered in his ear.
"Aloha, Leilani," he replied, just as she turned and ran off up the beach. It had been a night to remember, but never to repeat.
* * * *
Vickie was still sleeping peacefully when he let himself back into their bungalow and went quietly to the bathroom to replace the towels and to wash away all traces of Leilani from his private parts. Then he sneaked into bed and snuggled up to his mother. She was sleeping on her side. He put his arm around her and cupped her large left breast in his hand while his limp prick nestled between the full globes of her ass. He held her close, thought of Leilani and fell asleep.
CHAPTER EIGHT
For four days and nights after the idyllic interlude with Leilani, Jeff devoted himself to catering exclusively to his mother's every whim, both social and sexual. She was supremely happy at his attentiveness. She had no reason to suspect that as long as he kept his balls thoroughly drained he wouldn't get a hard-on thinking of the now unattainable native beauty.
On the fifth day, Vickie booked them on a sightseeing bus tour of some of the historic spots of interest around the main island. Jeff went along in a docile frame of mind. Then, by a miraculous coincidence, he noticed that the hairy she-ape from the ship, Mary-Lou, was on the same sightseeing bus. She made no sign of recognition, even as a fellow passenger on the ship. On about the sixth stop to examine local volcanoes and age-old monuments, they were re-boarding the bus when Mary-Lou happened to be just ahead of them. As she was about to step onto the big bus she dropped her purse and the contents scattered on the ground. Jeff, reacting as any young gentleman would under the circumstances, stooped to help the lady retrieve her valuables. Prominently displayed among the items he picked up was her hotel key. The big plastic tag announced that she was staying in Room 212 of the Island Reef Hotel. He burned the information indelibly into his mind. She thanked him, smiled at Vickie and they re-boarded the bus. Now he had the facts. All that was needed was the opportunity. This came the following noon. Vickie and Jeff were in their bungalow preparing to go to lunch when the phone rang. It was Mrs. Wallace, Vickie's bridge partner on the ship. She explained that there was a tournament at her hotel and begged Vickie to come and be her partner. Vickie hesitated and then turned to Jeff.
"They want me to play in a bridge tournament this afternoon. Would you mind?"
"Not at all, mom. Why don't you go along and enjoy yourself. I'm going to be taking a surfing lesson, anyway, and I know that wouldn't interest you." He was delighted to hear her accept the invitation. It meant that he would be free from two until after six.
He didn't have a chance to phone Mary-Lou but decided to take a chance. Once Vickie's cab was out of sight he hopped into another and went to the Island Reef Hotel. His loud knock on Room 212 was answered almost instantly. Mary-Lou opened the door clad only in a thin negligee. The huge patch of jet black showed through the gossamer material like it had been cellophane.
"I hoped you'd be able to make it," she said, smiling. "I've almost been afraid to leave the room for fear of missing you."
"I got away the very first chance I had," Jeff explained as he grabbed her up in his arms and ground his semi-erect cock up against that mammoth mound of fur. A minute later they were stripped naked and approaching the bed. Jeff had his own ideas about how he wanted to take her this afternoon. Before he had a chance to even broach the subject she got on her knees on the edge of the bed and elevated those lovely buttocks to him. She reached back and spread wide the lush cheeks revealing her unbelievably hairy ass-hole. His cock twitched and jerked at the sight of it. She handed him a jar of cold cream from the bedside table and in a matter of seconds he had applied the lubrication and was slipping very readily into her rear canal.
"Oh, Jeff, I was afraid I'd lost you and that I'd never get any more of this wild kind of sex. No man ever screwed me in the rear before you came along and I'd surely be too embarrassed to ask one to do it that way. It's all I've been able to think about since that night on the boat deck. Well, not really all. I've also thought a lot about the taste of your delicious cum in my mouth. Oh, cripes, but it's good to feel your prick plugging my ass-hole again! There's just one thing you can do to make it better. Do you think you can reach around front and play with my clit while you fuck me up the ass? If you can, I'm sure I'll climax a dozen times in a row like a string of Chinese firecrackers. Ah, yes, that's it, just like that. Oh, that's beautiful. Here I cum! I knew that would trigger me off. Now! See if you can feel it back there."
Once the violence of her first anal orgasm had passed he began to stroke all the way in and then almost all the way out of her soft hot ass. Now and then he would release her clit and straighten up while he spread the cheeks of her ass wide with his hands and stared down at the lovely sight of his hard thick staff sliding in and out of her sensitive edges of her ass. The profusion of hair around the pulsating erection served to tickle with each stroke and add to the sensuous delight of buggering the pretty girl. While he was watching the repeated anal entrances and exits, she would reach back between her thighs and fondle his balls and work a finger in and out of his ass-hole in time with the throbbing cock as he moved in and out of the cheeks of her buttocks.
When he bent over again and reached around her hips to tickle and rub her panic button he would encounter that massive growth of belly fur. It didn't take much clit rubbing, along with the rear reaming to bring her to another orgasm.
The soft warm membranes that lined her rectum began to feel better and better to his tortured cock until he knew that they couldn't feel very much better and that he would soon flood her bowels with his hot searing love juice. Since she had wanted multiple orgasms she clasped her swollen clitoris between his thumb and forefinger and worked the head of the sensitive little erectile organ in and out of its protective sheath.
"Hold on tight. I'm going to let loose. Here it blows!" he announced with obvious pride.
As he lunged one final time into the very depths of her bowels, Jeff felt the floodgates burst and the uncontrollable filling of the spillways of sex. It was as though all of his guts had melted and were flowing into hers, through the rear door.
"Oh, .God, Jeff, I love to feel you cumming in my ass. In some ways it's even better than when I cum. It's like you're moving right inside of me to live and to comfort and take care of me, inside as well as out," she moaned.
Later she cleaned Jeff's stained cock and prepared to take her second lesson in fellatio. Today she went down and slid her soft lips around it while it was still soft. In this way she could get a lot more of its bulk into her mouth than when it was hard and swollen. Jeff thrilled as he felt her tongue and lips graze the very base of his soft prick. Her throat was almost as tight as her cunt had been the first time he had fucked her, he thought. Perhaps he should take the same approach towards really opening it up. Pulling out of her mouth he instructed her to lay flat on her back on the bed with her head propped up high on two pillows. Once she was in position he adjusted her so that her head was pressed up tight against the padded headboard of the bed so that she couldn't back off so much as an inch. Now he straddled her chest and allowed his hairy balls to dangle and tickle her pretty tits. In this position he grasped her jaws and forced her mouth open. Then he shoved the huge bulbous tip of his huge rod into her mouth. Then he grabbed her ears and rammed his cock unmercifully deeper and deeper into her mouth and down her throat. She coughed and sputtered and (gagged and the saliva ran out of her nostrils but he gave no quarter, driving it ever deeper into her oral cavity.
Jeff's burning, throbbing prick was rampaging like a mad man as it viciously face-fucked the prone girl who was held helpless by his strong thighs. The corners of her lips split from the excessive stretching and little trickles of blood ran down her chin. He had it all there now and she made little gurgling sounds as she tried to breathe through all the saliva with her windpipe choked and blocked with cock. Every time he would pull out to the tip she would take a huge gulp of air. On the final stroke he held her ears and lunged into her mouth with all his might until her lips grazed his balls as he let a blast and nearly drowned her in a flood of hot jism that made her choke and gag and sputter. Some of it even ran out of the nostrils of her nose. He kept her throat and mouth plugged with his prick until she had swallowed every bit of his cum that he had blown into her mouth. When there wasn't a drop left to spit out he pulled out of her mouth and she gasped for air.
Jeff had assumed that she would be as mad as a wet hen at having been so violently orally raped after she had shown her willingness to try to the limits of her capacity. He had been intent on having his cock all the way in all three of her sex cavities. He had had to force his way into the other two, why should her mouth be the exception?
At four-thirty, Jeff mumbled his apologies, dressed quickly and left Mary-Lou's room. He promised to contact her again if he could. She knew and understood the situation with his mother so she didn't force the issue.
* * * *
Jeff beat Vickie back to the bungalow. He quickly took off his slacks and sports shirt and hung them in the closet, quickly substituting his surfer shorts. Next he grabbed a towel from the bathroom and let himself out of the French door to the beach. He dashed down and plunged quickly into the surf to get his hair and shorts wet and then came right out again, drying himself enough to make the towel look used. He kept an eye on the bungalow and saw Vickie arrive five minutes later. Making sure that there was plenty of dark sand caked on his wet feet, he strolled back to the bungalow.
"Hi, mom, been home long?" he asked. "How'd the "bridge game go?"
"Fine, dear, and, no, I haven't been home long at all. As a matter-of-fact, I arrived just before you did. How was the surfing?"
"Great! I think I'm beginning to get the hang of it. Only thing is that it made me ravenous. Can we go to dinner early tonight?"
"Of course, dear. Get a shower and dress and we'll go right now if you like," she said, smiling and wondering why he didn't have more of a tan from having been on the beach and in the surf all afternoon.
For their final five days and nights in Hawaii, Jeff devoted his entire and undivided attention to his mother. He fucked her on every possible occasion and when she was too tired he sucked her cunt. At times when she felt so moved, he let her suck off his balls through his cock. The days were idyllic for them both and they felt closer together than ever. One afternoon while Vickie was shopping, Jeff went to a phone booth and called Mary-Lou. The desk clerk at her hotel informed him that she had checked out the day before. Well, that was the end of that. It had been an interesting interlude. He wondered if he would ever again meet a girl with such a hairy cunt.
On the day that they checked out of the hotel and were waiting for a cab to take them to the ship, Leilani and another girl approached and hung farewell leis around Vickie's and Jeff's necks. Jeff knew that there was nothing personal in the gesture. It was part of the hotel's routine for all its departing guests. Leilani made no sign of recognition but the lei she selected for him was white ginger, such as she had worn the night they met. When she gave him the perfunctory kiss she brushed those huge tits against his chest. It was the secret way in which she said good-bye. They both knew that they could be no more than ships that pass in the night. She was the first girl with whom Jeff had ever really fallen in love. The memory of their wonderful hours together on the beach would stay alive in his memory for a lifetime. She would always remain a prime souvenir in his scrapbook of sex.
As they approached the gangplank they were given another lei by the commercial greeters and wavers. There was much singing, guitar music and strains of Aloha music. It was a fitting end for a beautiful experience. Jeff was taking back memories and experiences that even Vickie could never share with him.
The purser explained that because of redecorating they were being assigned to a much more expensive stateroom than the one they had reserved but that there would be no additional charge. They were both delighted with their unexpectedly luxurious quarters.
They rushed back to join the other passengers on deck for the ceremonial departure with the paper streamers, music, cortege of outrigger canoes and the full Hawaiian treatment. The powerful turbines hummed below decks, the steam whistle blew and the big white liner backed out into Honolulu Harbor, was nudged around by tugs, and slowly eased its way out past Diamond-head and into the open Pacific. Jeff watched until the skyline and even Diamondhead had dropped beneath the western horizon. Then he took Vickie to the cocktail lounge to drink a toast to the successful completion of a delightful island holiday.
It seemed strange to dress formally for dinner that night after they had gotten used to the studied informality of the islands. The atmosphere wasn't as happy as it had been on the first night heading West. No one is ever happy to leave the islands. Vickie reacted to it in her usual way-by getting quite drunk. That evening something new had been added. She got loud along with getting drunk. This new development would prove to lead to tragic ends.
A little after eleven o'clock Jeff helped Vickie back to their stateroom. She was crying and sobbing and moaning and seemed unable to control the volume of her speech.
"Oh, Jeff, I hate to see it all end. I don't want to go back to our dull life in the city. Why can't we just travel and live in romantic places forever? It seems unfair. The shitty parts of life are endless and the happy moments are so fleeting."
"I know, mom. I feel the same way about it but take it easy. You're practically screaming," he said, trying to calm her.
"I'm sorry, son. I don't mean to embarrass you. It's just that I can't bear to think of the dreary months ahead when we get off of this ship. Take my mind off of it, Jeff. Take your poor old mother to bed and suck her cunt and make her cum, in your mouth and then fuck her with that big beautiful cock of yours and fill her with your sweet juices. Then later I'll suck your cock for you and let you cum in my mouth and I'll swallow every drop of your honey." Instead of getting quieter her voice had risen even higher and Jeff was afraid that the whole ship would hear her. There was only one way to shut her up at the moment. He opened his fly and whipped out his prick and stuffed it in her mouth. She couldn't talk and suck cock at the same time.
The experience seemed to calm her some. After she had sucked him off thoroughly, he helped her out of her clothes and into bed. This stateroom had a full-size double bed rather than the over-and-under bunks of the cheaper cabins. Then he went down and pressed his mouth to her moist slit and licked and sucked her to quiet her nerves.
"Oh, Jeff, that's wonderful. I love the way you suck my cunt. Keep your tongue deep in it and then lock your lips on my swollen clit and suck my pussy dry, my precious son." Again her voice came out in what was almost a scream.
At length he made her cum twice to his mouth and then she fell into a blessed quiet sleep. Jeff got dressed and sneaked back up to the bar. Tonight he was the one that needed a few drinks in order to calm his nerves enough to sleep. A well-dressed old woman came in and sat a few stools away from him. She seemed to be studying him carefully. Jeff hoped the old bitch didn't have any bright ideas about trying to pick him up. When he finished his drink and returned to their stateroom he had the feeling that she was following him. He let himself in quickly. She was less than ten feet behind him. He closed the door and was afraid that she would knock but she passed on down the passageway.
In bed beside Vickie, he enjoyed the throbbing vibration of the ship's engines and the gentle rocking motion. His mind was full of thoughts of the wonderful experiences on this trip. With any luck he might relive them in his dreams.
CHAPTER NINE
The next day Vickie seemed frustrated and irritable as though some dark clouds were gathering upon the horizon which Jeff couldn't as yet see. By lunch time it had begun to rub off on the boy and he began to feel as if an accident was about to happen. Vickie decided to get into the afternoon shipboard bridge session to take her mind off of the worries she could feel, yet not quite put her finger upon. Jeff decided to try to calm his own nerves with a drink at the ship's bar.
Midway through his second drink the old barracuda from the night before bore down directly upon him like a dreadnaught in a foggy sea. He watched her approach in the mirror behind the bar and couldn't escape as she plunked down on the stool right beside him and ordered a double gin martini. Something about the old broad gave him the creeps and he determined to finish his drink and leave. At least until she had her drink and got the hell out of the bar.
Before he could beat a hasty retreat the older woman turned to him and announced, "Young man, I think that you and I have a very serious matter to discuss in my stateroom."
At first he thought that he must have misunderstood her. He tried to look calm as he turned to her and said, "Madam, I think you're making a mistake. I don't believe that I even know you."
"That's right. You don't, at least not as of this moment but believe me, boy, I could turn out to be one of the most important people in your young life. My name is Helene Griswold and I'm Chairwoman of the Citizens' League for Decency. Your name is Jeff Burke. You're sixteen years old and you're traveling with your mother, Vickie Burke, who is thirty-six years old ... just four years my junior. If it's your desire to continue to live with your mother after we return to the mainland, I suggest that you come to my stateroom and have a serious discussion. Otherwise, I intend to use all of the powers of my office to have her declared an unfit parent and have you remanded to a County Juvenile Home until your eighteenth birthday. I'm in B-17. You will have no trouble finding it. It is the cabin right next to yours. I shall give you five minutes to arrive there." She made her announcement in strong tones and stomped from the cocktail lounge.
Was this old broad some kind of a nut? At least she had known his name and his mother's and their ages. She was obviously a busybody with a hatchet out for them for some unknown reason. His first inclination was to rush to Vickie in the card salon and tell her what had happened. Then he thought better of this since his mother was already distraught. At least he could go to the old bag's stateroom and find out the nature of the matter.
He fortified himself with another drink first and tried to regain his composure. Then he walked from the bar and made his way to stateroom B-17. He tapped lightly on the door and heard a totally new voice.
"Come in, Jeff Burke. It's unlocked."
Hesitantly,' Jeff turned the knob and pushed open the door and entered the dimly lit stateroom. The woman had been dressed in a tweed suit in the bar. Now she wore only a thin nylon peignoir. Even from the doorway he could see that she wore nothing beneath it. She was seated on the edge of the big bed with a portable cassette tape recorder balanced on her lap.
"All right, I'm here. What was it that you wanted to talk to me about?" he demanded.
"Now, don't get in an uproar, Jeffie-boy. You just sit down in that nice comfortable chair and let me play a recording for you. It may prove to be the most important recording of your life." She spoke now in a mildly seductive voice.
"I don't know what you're talking about," Jeff insisted, but sat down in the chair to listen.
"Well, first I must explain. My son is on the District Attorney's staff in Los Angeles, where you live. He's a very dutiful son and we're very close, though not as close as you and your mother. Whenever I travel I've always written him a newsy letter every day or so. Last year I began to develop crippling arthritis in my right hand and it's now very difficult for me to write and so he bought a pair of these little portable tape recorders and, instead of writing, we exchange voice letters recorded on tape. Late last night I sat at that desk behind you and turned on the recorder and was just about to talk into it to tell my son of my last days in Hawaii when another voice came on loud and clear and recorded itself through the microphone. I think you'll recognize the voice that came through loud and clear onto the tape. Here, let me play it back for you. Just listen." She pushed the playback button on the recorder and Jeff nearly died as he heard his mother's voice.
"...Take your poor old mother to bed and make her cum in your mouth and then fuck her with that beautiful big cock of yours and fill her with your sweet juices. Then later I'll suck your cock for you and let you cum in my mouth and I'll swallow every drop of your honey."
Jeff turned as red as a beet. There was no mistaking Vickie's voice. Damn her, why had she had to get so loud. He had warned her to keep her voice down. He had been afraid that the neighbors might hear but it had never dawned on him that one of them might record her damning words.
"What do you want?" Jeff asked as he stared at the woman who had just shut off her horrible recorder.
"My dear boy, don't you see? I must do my civic duty. You're a minor child and you're living with an obviously unfit parent who's corrupting your morals. You must be taken away from her, for your own protection, and placed in a public home until you reach legal age. I have no alternative." She made it all sound very menacing.
"Bullshit!" Jeff snarled. "If you intended to do that you'd simply have done it. You wouldn't have brought me here and told me of your plans. How did you know that I wouldn't kill you and simply destroy your lousy tape?"
"I'm sure that you're far too intelligent to take that unnecessary chance. You see, Jeff, I'm a moralist but I'm also a practical and a very human woman. Admittedly, I've nothing to gain by hurting and humiliating you and your mother. Nonetheless, I'm an opportunist. Quite inadvertently last night I stumbled upon something of great value. What I'm saying is that the tape is for sale." She almost cooed the words.
"So what? I have no money and I surely wouldn't allow my mother to part with her limited widow's pension to pay your filthy blackmail. Do with it what you will. I've no means to buy it from you," he snarled.
"Oh, but you have. My dear boy, things can be bought for considerations or goods and services other than money. That's what I'm proposing. Just hear me out and I think you'll see that the situation isn't so hopeless as it may appear to you right now."
"I still don't understand," he moaned, his eyes glued to the deck.
"Let me explain. I've checked up on you. I'm just four years older than your mother. My husband was killed two years ago and I've starved for sexual attention the same as your dear mother must have. The only difference is that my son was married and I had no young boy at home to seduce for my selfish sexual purposes. All I'm asking is that, for this one afternoon, you give me the same sweet attentions that your mother so forthrightly described in that tape. To wit: I suggest that I'll give you the tape if you'll give me the same services you give her: suck my cunt, fuck me and allow me to suck your cock." She moved over in front of Jeff and ran her fingers through his hair and ran her hands beneath his shirt and over his chest.
Jeff's eyes examined the older woman, looking for some area of sexual attraction. It wasn't there. He felt only physical revulsion. In his heart he wanted to tell the old cunt to go piss up a rope but then he realized that she was holding all of the trump cards. He felt like a tender young whore being asked to lay a dirty old man and suck his smelly balls. He knew that he must bend to her demands but his stomach regurgitated at the very thought. "Well, Jeff Burke, what is your answer?" she I demanded.
"How do I know that you haven't made copies of the tape?" he asked her.
"I've no means by which to copy a tape. I give you my word that this is the one and only copy," she said, feeling that victory was within sight.
"And when do I get it?" he asked, knowing that he must go through with the deal.
"When I'm thoroughly satisfied, sexually, you'll walk from this stateroom with that tape in your pocket," she replied.
"Are you sure, Mrs. Griswold, that you really want me under these conditions?" he asked, hoping that she might back down.
"My dear boy, when you reach my age you realize that sex without romance is infinitely more satisfying than romance without sex. I've had a bellyful of the latter from some of the old coots I know. What I need from you is a full treatment of hard young cock administered by someone who knows what to do with it. And I'm sure you do, from what I heard when I pressed my ear to the wall after making that tape last night. It sounded to me like you did everything but tattoo that lucky woman."
Jeff glanced at his watch. It was a few minutes before three in the afternoon. He had promised to meet Vickie at five, after the bridge session, in the cocktail lounge. "It looks like you have me backed into a corner. In exchange for that tape I'll give you exactly two hours in which to do with me as you will. At the end of that time, I'll walk out of his stateroom with that damn tape and I don't ever expect to see or hear from you again. Is that the deal?"
"That's the deal," she said, smiling.
Once the die had been cast, Mrs. Griswold began to undress Jeff and to run her hands over the exposed portions of his body. She gasped in disbelief at the sight of his enormous sex. Even soft, it was the biggest organ she had ever seen.
She ran her hands over it, exploringly, as though trying to make sure that her eyes weren't deceiving her. When she had Jeff completely bare, she removed her own negligee. Jeff was shocked at the sight of this older woman in the nude. He realized, of course, that people age but he had never given any real cogent consideration to the ways in which this process affects the female anatomy. Vickie was the oldest woman he had ever seen unclothed. Her figure was full, mature and ripe at age thirty-six. The Griswold woman who stood naked before him was forty. Jeff saw what happens when the female form gets overripe. It was a sad sight. He suddenly realized that women are like roses. They have various stages of beauty from the emergence of the tight young bud through the gradual development leading to the soft full blown flower. Once the blooming period had passed, they faded fast and what had been beauty becomes ugliness.
Helene Griswold's first blackmail payment demand came in the form of making Jeff go down and suck her cunt. Normally speaking, the boy wouldn't have considered this in the nature of a hardship nor even an unpleasant duty. He had become fascinated by the infinite variety of fragrances and flavors in which pussy came. Now, as he sank down between her spread thighs and approached her hairy cunt, he encountered a patch of graying pubic hair for the first time in his life. As he drew close his nostrils were assailed by the over-ripe aroma. It reminded Jeff of an open-air fish market in August. The old girl had probably discarded her douche bag when her husband got killed. If indeed she had ever owned one in her life. Now, at close range, he saw that some of her cunt-hairs were extremely long. Perhaps three or four inches. He went at this ugly, smelly thing the same way that he used to go about taking a dose of castor oil as a child. He simply closed his eyes and gulped it down. The taste was even worse than the smell but he kept at it. Fortunately, for his purposes, the old girl hadn't had any oral attention in so long that she climaxed quickly after his tongue and lips made contact with her sex. When it was over, Jeff pulled away, astounded that what had always been one of his favorite avocations could, under the wrong circumstances, be a most distasteful experience.
Next, she wanted to be loved and screwed. Her tits were droopy and flabby. The nipples were very large and a purplish-brown color. Until now Jeff had never seen an ugly pair of tits. Perhaps they had once been beautiful. The skin of her stomach and buttocks was a sick, almost deathly, white and resembled damp crepe paper. He had a hard time keeping enough of an erection to do what he had contracted to do. Damn Vickie and her loud drunken voice the night before! There was no trouble getting it in. She was as big as all outdoors and sloppy wet. Impaling her was like shoving his cock into an open can of axle grease. When he got started she was all emotion and no motion. She came three times and then he pretended to. She was so juicy down in there now that the addition or absence of his jism would surely go unnoticed. He was beginning to lose his hard-on, anyway.
When there was a half-hour left of the time he had promised her, she went down between his legs to suck his cock. Her teeth scraped his sensitive glans and corona and she seemed to be unable to get it in her mouth. Perhaps he would luck out in this department. Suddenly, she seemed to have given up the effort. Then Jeff heard a clicking and clacking noise as she removed her false teeth. Now the toothless old hag had no difficulty in accommodating his big prick in her oral chasm. She began doing funny things with her lips and cheeks and Jeff felt as though he was being gummed to death. It was a vastly different sensation from any he had ever known. And not in the least unpleasant. She kept at his hot meat until she got what she was suctioning and gumming for as his balls twitched and he gushed out a load of heavy hot cream into her mouth. She ingested it desperately as though it was the very elixir of life which might revitalize her own youth.
After she released his spent cock from her gummy trap, Jeff rushed to the bathroom and washed it good. Probably she had sucked off most of the smell and taste of her smelly snatch but he had to make sure. It wouldn't do for Vickie to detect it. Now if he could just get the lousy taste out of his mouth. He dressed quickly and held out his hand for the tape cassette. She removed it from the recorder and handed it over, as promised. Jeff looked at the little plastic cartridge of damning evidence and slipped it carefully in his pocket. Then he left the stateroom without a word. As he closed the door he noticed the little metal plate "B-17". How appropriate, he thought. My experiences in there have been about as much fun as a bombing raid.
* * * *
In his own stateroom he brushed his teeth twice and used half a bottle of mouthwash. It may have been his imagination but he thought he could still taste her smelly cunt. Perhaps a drink would fix that. On deck, he moved to the rail, removed the cassette of tape from his pocket and tossed it into the Pacific. Then he made his way to the bar and had two double whisky sours before Vickie came in from her afternoon of bridge.
Jeff looked at his mother in a new light after his experiences that afternoon. She looked, somehow, older than before. There were little wrinkles around her eyes that he hadn't noticed before. The smile lines were getting deeper around her mouth and she wore noticeably more makeup than she had a year before. The skin on her neck had lost its youthful firmness and there were early signs of softening and sagging. There was no question about it. . . his beautiful mother was beginning to age. The realization made him sad and morose. In four more years he would be twenty. She would be forty. That was the Griswold woman's age. Was it possible that she too could degenerate to that point in just four years. Deep down inside Jeff knew that it wasn't just possible but probable. He had never before had occasion to give any serious thought to the future of their incestuous relationship. Now he had to face the disarming realization that their future was, at best, short-lived. The time was rapidly approaching when Jeff Burke must cut the umbilical cord that held him to his mother.
CHAPTER TEN
Back home in the apartment, Jeff kept up the heavy schedule of sex with dear mom. It began to seem like every time there was a lull in the conversation they would fill it by screwing. It pleased him to see her so divinely happy.
After they had been home a month it was agreed that she would go back to work at the shop and Jeff would also look for a job. They didn't intend to fall back into their old pattern of becoming social recluses. Vickie felt sure of him now and no longer worried about younger competition. Night after night Jeff returned to the apartment with his tail between his legs after another fruitless day of job hunting. He was beginning to think that he was about as useful to the business world as tits on a bull. They had fallen into the habit of unwinding together with cocktails before dinner. Jeff came to feel the need of alcoholic encouragement as much as his mother did. After dinner Vickie would soothe his jangled nerves with copious quantities of her sweet sex.
Finally, one Sunday morning, Jeff ran across an ad in the paper that described an opening for which he felt eminently qualified. A small hi-fi and television store was looking for a young salesman who was thoroughly knowledgeable of both foreign and domestic stereo components and hi-fi speaker systems. Jeff had been a devoted audiophile and stereo buff ever since his father had taught him to build a crystal set when he was eight years old. He had installed a high-quality stereo system in the apartment which he had recently updated to quadraphonic sound. He devoured all of the hi-fi magazines and catalogues and had built up an encyclopedic knowledge of every facet of the audio and video spectrum of sound and sight. This would be a perfect job for him and he would be perfect for the job. The ad said to apply Monday morning but Jeff knew that there were literally thousands of young men seeking employment who were probably as qualified for this position as he was. There was just an off chance that the store might be open Sunday. After lunch, Vickie dressed smartly and drove him to the address given in the ad.
The stereo shop turned out to be a neat little installation on a side street in one of the better neighborhoods. Jeff was nervous about going to ask for a job and Vickie went with him as they knocked on the door of the closed shop. Several minutes later a handsome man in his mid-forties opened the door. He introduced himself as Mr. Crawford, the owner. His eyes practically undressed Vickie and that was probably the only reason he admitted them. He did seem impressed over the fact that Jeff was enough interested in the job to try to get the jump on other applicants by coming to the store on Sunday.
He took Jeff through the component department and listened to his comments on the various lines of merchandise. He was obviously impressed with the young man's knowledge and interest in his business. He was equally moved by the fact that Jeff had the guts to come out on Sunday rather than waiting until Monday, as specified in the ad. After a half-hour, while Vickie looked around the shop, Mr. Crawford determined to hire Jeff to start the next afternoon. Jeff couldn't really tell whether this Mr. Crawford was more impressed with him or with Vickie. His decision in this area was made all the more difficult when
Mr. Crawford insisted that she come to his office for a drink to toast the young man's hiring. During the process, Jeff became the forgotten man while Vickie became the guest of honor. When they left he wondered if he owed his newfound employment to his own knowledge or to his mother's beauty.
* * * *
That night, back at the apartment, they celebrated the fact that Jeff had joined the ranks of the gainfully employed. Vickie broke out a bottle of champagne with dinner and then, afterwards, they went to bed and celebrated in their own private manner. That night, for the first time, she noticed that Jeff's big equipment caused a physical pain when he put it all the way in. In spite of that he brought her to a lovely dual orgasm. The pains in the area of her womb seemed to continue all night, even in her sleep. When she awakened in the morning she rushed to the bathroom and threw up. Vickie feared that she was developing an ulcer. That was several days before she visited Dr. Shelley and learned that she was pregnant.
For two days after the diagnosis, Vickie walked around in a daze, unable to accept the fact that she was pregnant by her own son. The whole idea was utterly unthinkable. Any such child's brother would also be its father. The whole thing was monstrous. She considered telling Jeff. After all, if he was big enough to father her child he was big enough to help shoulder the responsibility. At the same time she realized that her son was a sensitive boy. He was doing well now at the first job he had ever had in his whole life. To hit him with a problem like this now would only serve to make him become completely unglued. After all, what could he do to help? It was all her own stupid fault not to have taken care of herself, but what woman thinks of the possibility of getting knocked up by her own son?
Jeff, meanwhile, had met Carol Crawford, his boss' daughter, and it had been a real case of love at first sight. Every night, after work, he had taken her for a soda and hamburger. They had necked as best they could with the lack of privacy provided them. He had pressed his stiff cock up close to her crotch and squeezed her tits but that was about as far as he could go under the circumstances. Both of them knew that they would "make the scene" as soon as the opportunity presented itself.
Friday night, after work, Vickie drove over to the far side of town to visit the doctor that had been recommended to her. She phoned Jeff at work and told him that she had to work late and to fix himself a TV dinner from the freezer. Jeff was tempted to take Carol up to the apartment but then he didn't know what "late" meant and figured that he had better play it cool.
The old doctor gave Vickie a very thorough examination but had the good manners not to ask questions regarding her pregnancy or as to the reason she wanted an abortion. Later, he informed her that he could abort her safely but that she would have to be confined in his private hospital for five days and nights. Vickie made an appointment to check in late Monday afternoon and remain for the week. Driving home later, she figured out a story to explain her absence to Jeff.
After their second cocktail Vickie broached the subject with her prepared story, "Jeff, something came up at the shop today that means I may have to leave you on your own for a few days next week. One of our clients just married a man who has a large ranch at Three Rivers, New Mexico. He hasn't lived there for years so there is no phone but she wants to refurnish and redecorate it. I have to go over for five or six days and study the house and make a list of the furniture and furnishings that will be required. Ifs terribly important to us. Do you think that you can manage on your own for that long while I'm away?"
"Of course, mom. You go right ahead and do whatever you have to do. I'll get along just fine. Don't give me a thought," he assured her.
Later that night they went to bed and screwed like a pair of minks in heat. After Jeff had rolled over and was snoring softly beside her, Vickie laid flat on her back and ran her hands over her tummy. She realized that, at this early stage of pregnancy, it was simply her imagination but she enjoyed for a moment the thought that she could feel the stirrings of new life in her womb.
Just before she fell asleep she smiled to herself and thought, How many women are ever so blessed that they can feel their son and their grandson in their womb at the same time?
Monday morning Vickie put her suitcase in the car and then drove Jeff to work. It struck her as ironic that it was the same new suitcase she had bought to take on their Hawaiian "honeymoon." Now she was taking it to the hospital with her to abort the issue of that romantic trip.
"Take care of yourself, Jeff. I'll be out of telephone contact but I should be home either Saturday or Sunday," she told him as he slid from the car.
* * * *
Carol was delighted to learn that their opportunity for sex had finally arrived. She fabricated an excuse to her father that would allow her to be out until after midnight every night that week. She was determined to make this a week to remember. Perhaps memories of Jeff were all of him that she could ever hope to permanently possess for her very own. As much as she had fallen in love with him she dared not let herself entertain any romantic dreams of marriage and family. She knew that she could never marry Jeff Burke. Carol Crawford could never marry any man.
Once Jeff got her alone in the apartment they fell into a passionate necking session on the couch in the den where he used to take Sally in the afternoons while Vickie was at work. Carol offered no objection or resistance when he removed her blouse and unhooked her bra to give him full access to her full rounded boobs which, up to then, he had just felt through her clothing. They looked even more succulent than they had felt then. He felt and squeezed and massaged them with his hands, acquainting himself with these hitherto secret parts of her body. Then he flicked the rosy little nipples about with his tongue and took them into his lips to suck and gently nibble on them while she squirmed with the passionate desire for even more erotic oral stimulation.
His kisses trailed down to her belly button and he flicked his tongue provocatively in and out of it like he was dusting it. It also told her silently that he was ready to flick his tongue similarly in and out of a still-lower hole. He unbuttoned the waistband and unzipped her skirt. When he started to pull it down and off, she raised her thighs off of the couch to make it easier. She kicked off her shoes, along with the skirt. Now she wore only a thin pair of pantyhose that were nearly transparent. A large triangular patch of of chestnut hair was clearly discernible over the puffy mound of her sex. Jeff patted that lovely hillock of flesh through the pantyhose and then slid his hand inside and ran his fingers tenderly and lovingly through the delicate pubic hairs. Finally, he hooked his fingers in the elastic waistband and pulled downward as she again lifted her buttocks from the couch to ease the removal of this last gossamer obstacle. Now she lay naked before him like a warm living statue of Venus. He ran his fingers tenderly over her lower tummy and back to her buttocks and across the soft tender flesh of her inner thighs. Then he dropped his head to her lap and buried his face in the chestnut hair. She had the clean, cool fragrance of a pine forest after a rain. He grabbed a patch of cunt-hairs between his teeth and pulled playfully. She put her hand on his head and began running her fingers through his hair while gently urging his face down into the very heart of her sex.
Jeff slid to the floor and settled between her feet. The bright light of the end-table lamp shone full onto and into her sex center. Neither of them made any move to extinguish it. Jeff ran his fingertips around the edges of her moist gash and then spread open the lips so that the light from the lamp went clear up inside of her vaginal opening. Slowly, he brought his mouth closer to her beautiful box. His breath ruffled the fine pubic hairs as a spring breeze might ruffle a field of flax. He trailed his tongue around and around the oval track of pink membrane between the outer and inner lips to her vaginal tunnel and then plunged it into her vulva and thrilled to the exotic delicacy of the taste and smell of clean young cunt. He licked and sucked her silken slit slowly and tenderly while she writhed in ecstasy beneath him. Each time his tongue flicked across her tight little clit he would hear a gasping intake of air from the prone girl. Finally, she began to gyrate rhythmically as she raised her gash tightly to his mouth. Jeff knew that her time was at hand now and he latched his soft lips onto her erecting clitoris and tortured it with his tongue and lips until a tremendous shudder went through her entire body as he brought on the first orgasm he had ever been able to give her.
"Oh, Jeff, you did that superbly. I hope that I can do as well when I return the favor later. Right now, wouldn't you like to really make love to me?" She had removed his erect prick as she spoke and was stroking it lovingly. "I can't wait to feel this inside of me."
Jeff quickly shed his clothes. Then he crawled on top of her and locked his lips on hers as they melted in a long, moist kiss while her arms went around his shoulders and back while her thighs spread wide apart to facilitate his entry into her soft furry cunt. Jeff's swollen hot pulsating penis found and parted the sweet lips of her warmly waiting cunt and he worked his way slowly and deeply into her innermost secret cuntal recesses. Her cunt was soft and moist and seemed to crave his presence and to be ever so grateful for the visit. She responded sweetly and willingly to his every movement, every stroke, every variation. What they found themselves doing was infinitely more than just fucking. They were mutually engaged in the most heartfelt, intimate sexual expressions of their true love for one another. As he sank in deeper and deeper between Carol's open legs, it was as though each stroke was a knife stroke that was cutting away both the umbilical cord and the apron strings that had, up till now, kept him tied to Vickie.
"OH, MY DARLING JEFF. I HAVE WANTED THIS SO BADLY. AT NIGHT, I'D CLOSE MY EYES AND TRY TO IMAGINE YOU STROKING IN AND OUT OF ME JUST LIKE THIS. DON'T EVER STOP. OH, I LOVE THE FEEL OF YOUR DEAR COCK IN MY CUNT, SMOOTHING OUT ALL OF THE WRINKLES AND MAKING IT SING FOR JOY. I CAN'T HOLD OFF MUCH LONGER. HE IS TOO IRRESISTIBLE. I'M GOING TO
HAVE TO CUM VERY SOON NOW JEFF. DO YOU THINK YOU CAN CUM WITH ME. I'D LIKE THAT," SHE WHISPERED HOARSELY IN HIS EAR.
"Yes, I'm sure I can. I've been holding back waiting for you. Just say when," he comforted her.
"NOW, DARLING, NOW! I CAN FEEL IT STARTING, I CAN'T HOLD IT BACK. OH, PLEASE, CUM RIGHT WITH ME. HOLD IT ALL THE WAY IN ME AND LET ME FEEL YOUR SWEET JUICES FLOODING MY VERY OVARIES WHILE I SQUEEZE AT YOUR BEAUTIFUL PRICK WITH THE WALLS OF MY CUMMING CUNT. NOOOWWW!"
"Here!" Jeff told her as he gushed and spurted such as he had very few times before in his life. It was as though he couldn't give her enough of himself.
Later she went down and her sweet lips grazed and stroked the burning glans and throbbing shaft like an angel's kiss. She seemed to have no trouble going all the way down on his massive cock and she demonstrated the technique of an accomplished expert fellatrice. When, at last, he could stand the ecstatic treatment no longer, he literally melted into her wanton mouth and she swallowed him whole. It was as though he had been vacuumed up into the very gates of heaven.
Every night that week was a re-run of that first heavenly evening together. They knew that they were in love and by Thursday Jeff had asked Carol to marry him and be his-alone forever. He wasn't prepared for her reaction to his proposal. She burst into an uncontrollable fit of tears. Finally, between racking sobs, he coaxed the story out of her. Carol had been involved in an incestuous relationship with her father ever since her mother had taken off with another man two years before. Jeff, of course, made his similar confession to her. Now they were convinced that they were ideal for each other since nobody else would have either of them under the bizarre circumstances. Each of them realized that their May and September affairs with their parents must eventually end and yet they didn't want to just desert the parents. Naturally, the obvious answer was to plan to bring the parents together. In that way the older couple could have each other and the girl and boy would be free to build a life of their own.
The effectiveness of their planning is best indicated by the fact that six weeks later there was a double-wedding ceremony. Vickie Burke is now Vickie Crawford and Carol Crawford is now Carol Burke. After the wedding Jeff and Vickie moved into the huge Crawford home. Each couple has a life of their own but still, now and then, the twains still meet. They have established their own private, family, sex commune in which they all share and share alike, to their mutual delight. Their experiences, which could have so easily been tragic in later years, resolved into a workable compromise through which a happy ending came along for all four lovers.
