In addition to being married to a prosperous husband and living a luxurious life in suburbia, she was enormously proud of her teenage son Harold, who was making great strides as a high school basketball player.
Since her husband Charles is required to spend so much time away from home on business, Pam becomes even more devoted to Harold than she would otherwise have been.
She proves to be his most enthusiastic fan at high school basketball games, but then becomes disenchanted when she discovers he is dating Daisy, a highly attractive but rather loose schoolmate.
Pam warns Harold against seeing and dating young Daisy, to which he bluntly responds by telling her that he is old enough to make decisions for himself.
Then one afternoon she returns home unexpectedly early and looks out the window into the backyard. She discovers her son making love to Daisy in the nude in the swimming pool.
At first her blood boils, but then strange sensations start to come over Pam. She finds herself becoming excited looking at her son's trimly athletic form.
Pam eventually discovers how much trouble such a relationship can produce, but by that time it is too late to alter her course of action.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
Charles Murray was a successful insurance broker in downtown Los Angeles.
His efforts in that direction enabled him to maintain a beautiful home in Encino, in the San Fernando Valley, which overlooked the sprawling valley below.
Charles was a man of great pride, and was prideful not only about that home, but of his lovely wife Pam and his son Harold.
Harold, at sixteen, was a top basketball player on the high school Varsity, while Pam was active in a number of women's club activities.
He liked her honey-colored hair and her saucer-like blue eyes, and felt like a man who had accomplished a good deal in life, what with his successful profession and his happy home life.
One evening when Charles and Pam watched their son Harold score twenty-two points to reign as high point man for the evening as his team won a crucial basketball game, Charles decided to do something to reward his son.
"You know, that's an awful good boy," he said proudly, as he walked out of the gymnasium following the game.
"He certainly is, and very talented athletically. I guess he gets it from you, dear."
"Oh, cut it out now."
"I remember that you were quite a terror on the football field in your day."
"I was good enough to play first string guard on a team that wasn't very good. We were very mediocre, honey, and so was I. I tried hard, and that was about it."
"I think you're being overly modest."
"I think I'm being very honest," he laughed. "But enough about me. I want to talk about Harold. He not only has been doing well on the basketball court, he apparently has been doing exceptionally well in the classroom. He's gotten some very good grades."
"I noticed that. He hasn't let the athletic success go to his head."
"That, if you want to know, is the big reason why I want to do something for him," Charles said, as he opened the door of his Lincoln towncar, allowing his wife to slip in the front seat.
As Charles stepped inside the car, he explained further.
"You see, dear, I remember what it was like when I was in high school and I don't think things have changed all that much in the twenty years or so that have gone by," Charles said, as he started up the car. "That boy has had all kinds of opportunities to go to parties. Sure, he's gone to few. Why shouldn't he? But what is important is that he hasn't let the success he has achieved as a basketball player go to his head. Kids are funny. They like to associate with a top athlete. Well, I guess it's just about the same as somebody wanting to have lunch with a Harvard man or the like, as an adult. We're all so status conscious. So being as good as he is on the basketball court, he could capitalize on that a good deal more than he chooses to."
"I never thought about it that way before," Pam said. "Maybe I've just been so thrilled watching him perform that I haven't thought of all these other ramifications. But leave it to you, the insurance executive, to think of every nuance."
"I guess I get that way from all the lawyers I associate with," he laughed, as he swung the car around a corner.
"Maybe so."
"Anyway, I guess the kid deserves a reward." "What kind of reward V
"Well, he's been driving that old Chewy of his for a long time. It spends about as much time in the garage as it does on the city streets."
"It is showing signs of wear and tear," Pam nodded.
"I think it would be great to get the kid a new car."
"He certainly would appreciate that, I'm sure."
"I'd just like to give it to him as a token of our appreciation, for what he's done."
"Sounds like a very good idea."
"If I know him, being a young guy and all, he'll like something nice and sporty. Well, a good client of mine runs a Pontiac agency out in West Los Angeles. I was over at his place the other day. We had lunch together then he showed me around the lot. You know, I saw a brand spanking new Pontiac Firebird in the showroom. It looked like just the thing for a young guy, somebody like our Harold."
"Firebird?" Pam looked at him strangely. "I'm not sure I know what that looks like. I know about the Grand Prix, but I don't know about any Firebird."
"I'm sure you've seen it. They're very sporty cars. And they have loads of power."
"Maybe if you pointed one out. Of course, dear, you know me. I'm very naive when it comes to cars and things of that sort. I barely know one from the other."
"This is very distinctive, very stylish, yet sporty. I think that this would be good for him. I was thinking about buying one. I got the idea when I saw that car the other day. But it didn't really come to fruition till I saw that performance tonight. He did a great job, and did it ever do my heart real good to see the admiration that his team mates and his coach showed him."
"Me too, dear."
"So do you think it might be a good idea getting the car?"
"Yes. The idea appeals to me."
"What the heck. I'm making good money," he shook his shoulders philosophically. "If I can't see to it that my family derives some enjoyment from that money, then it isn't worth a solitary thing to me. That's the way I look at it."
"That's a very generous spirit, dear." 'I was just concerned about one thing."
"What's that?" Pam asked.
"I hope that it doesn't spoil him. My just buying it for him, with no strings attached."
"I don't think so at all. I think he'll appreciate it. I think it will give him more incentive to go on and do the right things."
"That's exactly what I think," he replied. "It's just that I wanted to get your thinking in this area. I'm glad that you agree with me."
"Then I guess that's settled."
"Yes it is. I'll call up my friend tomorrow at the agency. I'd like to have it delivered out here, then surprise him with it. I'd just like him to drive into the driveway one day and just find it."
The following day Charles embarked on his mission, that of getting his son a brand new Pontiac Firebird.
It was delivered the following afternoon, and Charles deliberately came home from work that day so he could be around when his young son arrived home from school.
It was four-thirty when young Harold pulled into the driveway in his battered Chevrolet.
"Here he comes," Charles smiled, looking out the window.
"Yes, that's our boy," Pam said, walking over and joining her husband.
Their smiles broadened as young Harold got out of his car, walking over toward the sparkling new automobile. He looked inside the open front windows, scratched his head, then walked toward the house.
"Let's go out and meet him on the porch," Charles smiled.
They walked out onto the porch, meeting young Harold as he approached.
At six-two, he stood a full three inches taller than his father.
"Who does the classy car belong to?" Harold asked.
"It belongs to you," his father replied.
"You've got to be kidding," Harold laughed. "I only wish that it did. I drive that Chevrolet sitting behind it, Dad, you know that."
"What your father is trying to tell you is that we decided our son has been such a good young man, that he deserves a little reward," Pam said.
Now Harold looked over at his father, seeking either confirmation or denial.
"Is this on the level, Dad?" he asked.
"It sure is. This is your car, son."
Harold's face broke into a wide smile. He threw his arms around his father, then kissed his mother.
"I don't believe it, I just don't believe it," he toughed, clapping his hands eagerly. "I feel just as good as I did the other night when I was the team's leading scorer."
"So do we," Charles exclaimed.
"Let me get behind the wheel of it," Harold said anxiously. "As a matter-of-fact, I want both of you to take the first spin with me. Come on, let's drive around."
"O.K., I guess we can do that," Charles looked over and winked at Pam.
Charles and Pam identified very closely with their son, and the joy he experienced sitting behind the wheel of that new car made them both feel very good.
For the next two hours he drove all around the West Valley. Young Harold was acting like a kid with a new toy, but a very powerful toy at that.
"Just do one thing for me, son," Charles said.
"What's that, Dad?"
"This is a very powerful sports car, so watch it on the accelerator, huh? I mean, see to it that you don't speed in it."
"I'm with you, Dad, I'm with you all the way," Harold said exuberantly.
And all the while Harold's head remained in the clouds, over his new possession.
CHAPTER TWO
Harold attracted immediate attention at school the next day, when he drove in the parking lot in his brand new Firebird.
"Where did you steal that?" one of his team mates asked with a grin.
"I didn't steal it from anywhere. This is mine, old boy, all mine," Harold said.
The one thing that had bothered Harold so much, even after having become a successful athlete at school, was that he seemed to have a hard time getting acquainted with certain girls.
He might have been extremely coordinated on the basketball court, but he often found that he was all thumbs when it came to dealing with the opposite sex.
He had heard a number of his team mates mention how much they liked Daisy Barnes, a cute redhead who was in most of his classes.
A number of them had dated her, and he heard comments around the locker room about how willing she was to please certain young men.
He had admired Daisy from afar. It was a curious type of admiration, one reserved for somebody who was seemingly unattainable.
He noticed the jealous stares that Daisy would draw from the other girls whenever she would wear a stunning mini to school.
She had trim, luscious legs, and her buttocks were tightly constructed. She knew how to get the most mileage out of her clothes.
As he got out of the car and walked toward his first class, he observed Daisy looking his way. She had a friendly smile on her face as she approached him.
"Morning, Harold," she said.
"Hello, Daisy," he replied.
"Say, I really like that car," she looked over the sporty Firebird with admiration. "Does it belong to your Dad?"
"Oh no, it belongs to me."
"That's super groovy," she exclaimed. "I really like the looks of it. Oh, it looks absolutely great."
"I sure think so."
"I'd sure like to take a ride in it, with you," she said.
At that point young Harold's heart stopped. The girl that he had admired from a distance for so long, was actually propositioning him for a ride in his sporty new automobile. It sounded almost too good to be true.
"Well, gosh, Daisy, you can have a ride any time you want one," he replied, after a lengthy pause.
"Do you really mean that?" "Sure I do."
"I might let you drive me home tonight, then." "I'd like that. Of course I've got basketball practice."
"That's o.k. I can wait around the library for a while."
"Isn't that kind of a drag for you?"
"No, it doesn't have to be. I can do my homework, anyway. Homework's a real drag and I want to get it out of the way."
"Yeah, I guess you can do that."
"Do you want to walk me to class?"
"Yeah, I'd like that."
Harold was trying to hide the nervousness that he felt around this stunning girl. He observed the curious eyes focusing in their direction as he. walked into the classroom.
He knew the extent of the gossip that was always circulating around the school. Whenever a guy and a gal were seen together for the first time, speculation generally ran amuck relating to whether a budding romance was in store.
That day Harold could hardly wait to get through his classes and, following them, basketball practice.
He was happy when his coach dismissed the team at three-thirty, a full forty-five minutes prior to the time that they generally ended practice.
"Since you guys performed so well in the last game," the coach explained, "I'm gonna let you off a little early this afternoon. But don't think that gives you a right to let up. We'll be practicing for the full period tomorrow night. So, see you then."
Harold walked quickly toward the locker room.
He didn't even pass much conversation with his team mates as he showered and dressed.
Harold then immediately entered the library, observing lovely young Daisy sitting at a table studying by herself.
She waved and smiled as he approached.
"Practice over?" she asked.
"Yes."
"Then you're ready to go?" "Yeah, sure." "Where's your car?"
"Parked right outside. Same place where I parked this morning."
"O.K., then let's go."
They walked into the parking lot He opened the door for her then watched her climb inside.
As he got a look at those lovely legs of hers, a lump surfaced in his throat. He was barely able to talk. The excitement was entering a fever pitch, even though he hadn't done any more than talk with her for a few seconds.
"Where would you like to go?" he asked, as he started up the car.
"Let's just go cruising off some side roads," Daisy said. "If that's alright with you."
"Sure, that fine with me."
"You know, I always have liked you, but I kind of had the impression that you didn't care much for me," she revealed as he drove the car down the street.
"You've got to be kidding."
"No, I'm not kidding at all. I just didn't think you liked me."
"What made you think that?"
"Just the way that you acted. I mean, you seemed kind of cold to me. But then I got to thinking. I figured that maybe you were just a little on the shy side. Tell me, Harold, are you shy?"
"I guess I am," he said uncomfortably.
"I could tell by the way you answered the question that you are," she chuckled. "You sounded a little uptight about the whole thing."
"Let's not talk about me," he said. "Let's talk about you. That sounds like a whole lot more interesting topic to me."
"What a charming thing to say," she laughed. "I'll tell you the side street I'd like to drive down with you."
"O.K., just give me the directions."
"I will, Harold."
They drove down a street which contained nothing but a few lemon trees. It was one that was often used by students at the high school for drag races.
"Just pull to a stop underneath that tree there," Daisy routinely suggested. "Incidentally, Harold, I really like the car. It runs like a dream."
"I sure like it."
He stopped the car beneath a tree and she looked at him lengthily, her even white teeth showing as she smiled.
"Do you find me attractive, Harold?" she asked, blinking her eyes a little coquettishly.
"Hell yes I do," he gulped.
"Then why don't you kiss me? The other boys seem to be always so eager to kiss me. Aren't you eager to kiss me?"
"Sure I am."
"Then why don't you do it?" "O.K., if you say so."
His arms and hands were trembling as he leaned forward and delivered a somewhat clumsy kiss to her lips.
She broke the kiss, exclaiming:
"Take it easy, dear. You don't have to be afraid of me."
"It's just that you look so beautiful. The reason why I didn't say much to you was that I was kind of scared to. I just didn't think that you liked me. Honest, that was it. I didn't think that you dug me at all."
"You didn't give me much of a chance to demonstrate my feelings one way or another, did you?"
"No, you're right."
"Well, just relax, darling. Kiss me again. But this time do it with a little more relaxation." "Whatever you say."
Once again he leaned forward. He threw his arms around her body, letting his lips plunge against hers devastatingly.
His heart was pounding with thunderous eagerness as his lips remained pressed ever so firmly against hers.
He let his lips lock against hers for several long seconds, after which he finally broke their passionate kiss.
"That was much better," she exclaimed. "Now I'd like for you to slip that tongue of yours inside my mouth, baby. I'd like to have that tongue of mine clashing with yours. So let's work those tongues around, sweetheart, let's really get the job done."
Now he leaned his head forward once more and permitted his tongue to work its way inside her mouth.
Back and forth those tongues slipped against one another. The longer that he kept up the brisk pace, the more eagerly their bodies began to quiver.
Now he was beginning to settle into things, much more easily. He was beginning now to feel at home in the car with this beautiful young girl, and it was like a dream come true to be Frenching with her, to be allowing his hot tongue to slide ever so passionately against hers.
It was Daisy who finally broke their lengthy French kiss, and as she did so, she looked at Harold and said:
"Not bad, honey. Not bad at all."
"You know, Daisy, I can see why all these guys dig you so much. You're such a passionate girl."
"So I've been told," Daisy giggled. "My motto is tell it and do it like it is, honey. If I dig a guy, why in hell shouldn't I tell him?"
"I guess you're right about that."
"Of course I am. I like the idea of making a guy happy. I like having fun with a handsome young guy like you. I even like the challenge of getting you over that uptight stage. You've got no reason to be afraid around somebody like me, honey. I'm not going to rape you."
"I guess you're not," he burst into laughter.
"But I might show you a few things about sex."
"You'd make a gorgeous teacher." "And I'm sure you'd make a most willing pupil."
"I'll be as willing as they come."
"I'll just bet that you will."
Now she slipped over closer to him in the front seat. She leaned forward and downward, reaching out with her right hand and taking him purely by surprise as she unzipped his zipper.
"I want to open that fly and play with that beautiful cock of yours," she exclaimed. "I want to take it in my fingers and play with it. I know that that will be a lot of fun, honey. I know that I can have a real blast playing with that penis."
She began to massage that penis with her fingers, manipulating them up and down its lengthy base.
"How does it feel?" she asked.
"How do you think?" he sighed. "It's enough to drive a guy out of his mind."
"That's a normal response, honey. All the guys tell me that."
"I just imagine that they do."
"They say I'm very talented at these things."
"You do know just how to move those fingers of yours around there."
"I like to think I do."
Back and forth she kept up those systematic movements, running those fingers up and down the length of his entire cock.
"Oh, keep up that beautiful action," he exclaimed. "Just keep those fingers moving over my cock, baby."
"I like the exercise," she said. "I like the idea of running my fingers over a nice stiff rod."
"Oh, I'm really starting to itch all over. Those fingers of yours are really doing the job, honey. I couldn't feel any better. Oh, you're making me feel so good with those fingers of yours."
"I'm only too happy to do it," Daisy laughed. "I figured when I watched you out there on that basketball court that you'd have to have a nice stiff cock. I thought about your cock many times, dear."
"You really have?" he asked startedly.
"Of course. That shouldn't come as any great surprise to you. I'm an erotic girl, baby, and I like the idea of thinking of hard cocks. But I don't like thinking about them too long. It gets me too horny. I want them, I want those cocks. Am I ever feeling good now that I know I have yours."
"Oh, just keep those fingers working," he said.
"Hang on, baby, because the action is going to get even hotter," she said. "Now I'm going to work my fingers around your balls while I'm keeping up the action on your cock."
"I don't know if I could take the two together," he laughed.
"Of course you can," she smiled. "Just wait. You'll really enjoy these movements, baby. Just wait till I provide you with great satisfaction. I'm going to keep those fingers moving down there, I'm going to keep instilling those passions in your cock, and while that's going on, I'm going to play with your balls. Oh, those testicles are really bulging. It's going to be really fun to sink my fingers into them."
"Oh, I'm about ready to orgasm at the thought of it," he said. "Come on, baby, and put those fingers to work. Go ahead and do it."
"O.K., here it goes."
She reached out and began to toy with his balls. And while that was going on, she began to manipulate the fingers even more swiftly with her right hand up and down his elongated rod.
"You like that?" she asked.
"Oh, it's groovy, groovy, it couldn't be any better."
"This is really what you call a massage." "I'm with you, oh, what a massage." "Why don't you French with me while I'm playing with your nuts and balls?" "But I might orgasm."
"I think you can exercise enough willpower to hold back on that," she said. "Sure, baby, you can do that. You can stand a little extra passion while gradually working toward a big orgasm."
"I know I can."
He thrust his head forward and allowed that hot tongue of his to work its way around inside her mouth.
As tongue clashed against tongue, she stepped up the pace of her finger movements all the more eagerly.
Now she was all over him, letting the fingers circulate over his balls and over his cock. The fingers of her left hand were working at a speedy, uninhibited clip as she kept up that fervent activity.
He finally became so immersed in passionate excitement that he had to release his tongue from her mouth.
"Oh, this is too much for me," he exclaimed. "Baby, no wonder these guys dig you. Oh, you're beautiful, but that's just the beginning. What you could do with that body of yours. Oh, those fingers of yours work around like magic."
"Yes, I'm a regular little magician when I get turned on," she laughed. "And don't worry. I'll stop this action before you shoot off that hot rod of yours."
"O.K., honey."
"But you sure like this action, don't you?" "I sure as hell do."
CHAPTER THREE
Now Daisy was ready to get to work on the cock licking.
"You're ready now for the licking action," she said. "When a guy's face starts turning red like yours is, and when his legs are shaking like a leaf, it's pretty obvious that he's hot."
"I've been hot for a long time."
"But I mean hot even by my standards," she chuckled. "You've got to be sizzling, baby, to be hot by my standards."
"I guess so. They must be pretty high standards."
"Just wait, baby. I'm going to go down on that cock of yours." "Oh, that sounds so good." "Sure it is, baby. Hang on." "I'm not going anywhere." "You bet you're not."
Now she leaned forward and got down on the floor. Now her tongue was within close range of his balls.
She leaned her head forward now and allowed the tongue to scrape gingerly against his hot balls.
"Oh, that tongue of yours is dynamite," he said. "Those itchy balls of mine. Oh, I feel like they're going to explode any second. Oh, I'm so hot, honey, those balls of mine. Oh, they're so itchy, oh, so itchy."
Back and forth she kept up those fervent movements. As she let the tongue manipulate ever so eagerly around those balls, he reached out and with both hands grabbed a hold of her legs.
He liked the idea of touching those lovely, firm thighs, and as he squeezed them, he smiled with great satisfaction.
It was so strange the way things were happening. He had never been able to get to first base with this gorgeous girl. Now he was having his balls licked by her, and she had told him that she had admired him from a distance for quite some time.
"Oh, the way that tongue of yours is scraping against those balls," he gasped. "I really like what you are doing, baby. You are really giving me some hot action. Ah, I like that. I really like the tongue action, baby, it's wonderful. It's just wonderful the way you work that tongue around. Keep up that hot action, baby, I really like it. Oh, now you're working the tongue a little faster. Oh, you're working it fast, honey. I like it. Oh, do I ever like it. Keep that beautiful tongue of yours going, honey. Work the tongue around, darling, oh, I want you to work it, I want you to work it brilliantly."
With that kind of encouragement, she couldn't help but be all the more aroused.
Now the tongue was skirting ever so eagerly around the balls, working at a more rapid clip than ever before."
She was masterful in the art of pacing, knowing just which tempo to exercise when it came to licking, and knowing precisely when to step up the pace.
Now she could tell that he was not far off from that stimulating state of orgasmic relief, and she recognized that it was imperative for her to see to it that she got him good and hot prior to his climax.
So now the tongue was working feverishly over his hot balls, and she was moving him that much closer to a hot climax.
"Oh, you've got me itching all over," he gasped. "Keep up that action, baby. Keep up that hot licking, sweetheart. Ch, do I ever love the way
SO you are handling me. Do I ever love the way that tongue of yours is working, darling. Oh, is that ever wonderful. Keep that tongue working, darling. Oh, keep it working. I love the beautiful way that it's working. Oh, that's fantastic."
Back and forth she allowed it to dart, and suddenly she released it from his balls.
"Now I'm going down on that cock," she exclaimed. "I'm saving the best for last, honey. This is dinner and dessert all at once."
"Ah, you've really got me in the mood," he gasped. "Just put that tongue to work, honey. Keep it going. Oh, what a tongue you've got. What a great tongue, and how you can use it."
Now she was manipulating that tongue with brisk eagerness over the tip of his lengthy spear.
"Oh, so good, so good," he gasped.
Back and forth she was manipulating the tongue, and as she did so, she drove him into a state of exhilaration.
"Keep working it around, honey, keep working that tongue," he exclaimed. "Oh, oh, you're really working it over the tip of that instrument of mine."
She confined her activities to the head of his penis for a lengthy period of time. She was intent upon seeing to it that he derived all that he could in the way of satisfying his passions prior to orgasming.
Daisy was a very shrewd girl when it came to analyzing young men. She recognized that the first sexual encounter could be of such importance. She knew that if she pleased the man in a highly meaningful way, that the relationship would be more-likely to improve from that state onward.
So with that thought foremost in her mind, Daisy continued to lick, letting her tongue skirt around the tip of his penis. While she was exercising that tongue in a vigorous fashion, she reached out with her right hand and allowed it to manipulate over his flaming balls.
"Oh, that double action, oh, the double action is too much," he exclaimed. "I love what you're doing, baby, oh, are you ever good at it."
So now she decided it was time to circulate that tongue over other parts of his penis.
She worked the tongue up and down the base of his cock, and as she did so, he came unglued with passionate excitement.
"Oh, am I ever itching down there, darling. Oh, am I ever," he exclaimed. "Keep that up, baby. Oh, keep up that tongue action. Keep sliding that hot tongue of yours around my penis. Oh, play with my balls, baby, let those fingers move over my hot balls. What great action. Oh, do I ever love that action. Do I ever like it. Oh, it's so stimulating, it's so stimulating what you are doing to me. Oh, keep that action going."
She wasn't about to let up. She was now reaching the state of acute hunger. She couldn't wait to experience the pulsating moment of achievement when the hot white juice would spurt out of the end of his cock and wind up in her mouth.
"Lick me, oh, lick me, tongue me," he said.
Now he removed his fingers from her legs and began to run the fingers of both hands quickly through her hair.
"Oh, go to work, darling, oh, go to work," he gasped. "Lick that cock of mine, darling, oh, lick it, I want you to lick it, work your tongue around."
So now the flaming tongue was operating in a vigorous fashion as she worked it up and down the length of his long rod.
While she continued the tongue movements, she reached out with her fingers and continued to employ them with eager grace around his balls.
"Oh, lick me, tongue me," he said. "I can't take much more, darling, oh, the action is just too hot and heavy. Keep up the tongue action, darling, oh, work that tongue around. I want you to keep working, honey."
So now he was on the verge of exploding as she kept up that fervent movement, working that tongue with such great eagerness around his cock. And all the while she played with his fervent balls.
"Oh, I'm there, I'm there," he gasped.
He felt the tremors of excitement shooting through his entire body. A few tiny droplets of the white juice shot out of the end of his penis.
Those first few droplets were followed by a good many more as the gobs of hot white juice spilled voluminously out of the end of his flaming rod and into her mouth.
He watched with great interest as she steadily attacked his cock, going after every drop of the hot white juice that spilled out of it.
"Oh, you're an expert all the way," he lauded her. "You're so good, honey, oh, you're good. Go after it, baby, oh, go after the juice. Eat every drop of the hot stuff. Oh, lick it, darling, swallow it, swallow my hot cock, baby. Go after that juicy white stuff, baby, go after it, eat every solitary drop, darling, eat it all, eat my cum, eat it all, baby, eat it."
Now she finally withdrew her tongue from his cock after digesting the last few drops of his load.
"How about that?" she laughed. "I ate just about every drop."
"I know you did, and that was quite a load too."
"I liked eating you, honey."
"And I liked having you going down on me."
"It was indeed a pleasure."
He watched as she leaned forward and slipped his penis inside his shorts. She then zipped up his trousers.
"You know, I could use a malt," she smiled.
"How'd you like a hamburger and malt?"
"That sounds even better."
"Then let's go," he smiled.
Now Harold was feeling on top of the world. He had a lovely girl sitting beside him in his bright, shiny new automobile.
They stopped at a local hangout of the kids from the school.
A few anxious faces turned and observed them as they came in together.
Harold could observe several of his team mates looking at each other with great surprise. They hadn't any idea that he even knew lovely Daisy.
"How would you like to take me to a movie tomorrow night?" Daisy suddenly asked, as they began to sip their malts and bite into their hamburgers.
"Sure, I'd like it."
"You know, there's a terrific double bill playing over at the drive-in. Brando is in one of the films."
"What is it?"
" 'Last Tango in Paris'. "
"Isn't that the picture where he does some balling?"
"That's right, honey," she laughed. "That's why I want you to see it with me."
"You're about as sexy a girl as there is."
"When I'm around a sexy guy, in particular."
"Sure, we can go and see that."
"That's great. I really enjoy being with you, Harold."
"Same here, honey."
Harold looked over at the table where his team mates were sitting. A smile of satisfaction formed on his lips as he observed them looking at him.
"I think my buddies are a little jealous," Harold told her.
"They are?"
"Yeah, they can't get over the fact that I'm getting to first base with you."
"First base? We rounded home plate, honey. When I tasted your hot juice, honey, that meant that we were intimate friends."
"I guess you're right," he smiled.
A few minutes later he drove her home. He got hard all over again when she delivered a solid kiss to his lips.
CHAPTER FOUR
The following night Harold had dinner early.
He generally ate his food slowly, but that particular evening he ate rapidly.
"Are you going out tonight, dear?" his mother asked.
"Yeah. How did you know, Mom ? " "By the way that you're acting at the table. You are sure anxious about something." "Who's the lucky girl?" his father asked. "Her name is Daisy."
"It wouldn't be Daisy Barnes, would it?" Pam looked at him and asked.
"Yeah, Mom, that's who it is."
"I'm not very pleased to hear that," Pam turned her head and frowned.
"What's the trouble, dear?" Charles asked.
"I've heard a few things about this Daisy Barnes, and not very good. I know about her mother and her father too."
"What about them?" Charles asked.
"They both drink much too much, and I hear that they both earry on with other people."
"That's a pretty serious charge," Charles said. "Where did you hear it?"
"I've heard it from some women in the club. A couple of them live right near the Barneses. They're not really that highly thought of in the community."
"Daisy is a beautiful gal, Mom. She's a good gal too," Harold struck back, a little hurt by his mother's angry accusation.
"Yes, she is a lovely girl to look at," Pam said bitterly. "But she's not so beautiful on the inside, where it really counts. It's an external kind of beauty, the kind that's only skin deep and will go away in a short period of time."
"That's not true," Harold said, getting up from the table. "Excuse me, folks."
As that point he walked quickly out of the room, going to his bedroom to make final preparation prior to going out and picking up Daisy.
"I don't like the idea of him going out with a girl like that, Charles," Pam said to her husband.
"I think you're getting all upset about nothing," Charles replied calmly.
"Don't you care about his welfare?"
"What kind of a question is that, honey? Of course I do."
"Well you're not acting like it."
"Of course I am. It's just that I don't like to see him dominated by either one of us. Especially when he's certainly capable of taking care of himself. She's probably a sweet young gal."
"After what I told you I heard?"
"Let me tell you something. I'm happy you're active and all, honey, but some of these women that gather at these clubs are the biggest gossips on the face of the earth. They like nothing better than to run down their old man, or woman, whatever the case would be. I don't put much stock in what they say, and that's why I'm not all that concerned. Certainly the gal must have something going for her, or our Harold wouldn't find her attractive."
"like he said, she's very good looking," Pam said. "And that makes the little temptress all the more desirable. But from what I understand, she's got the boys over the high school just drooling all over her. She's a pretty shrewd little number."
"So is Harold. He can take care of himself."
"Sometimes I think you men are just impossible," Pam said, getting up from the chair quickly.
"What's wrong with you, honey? Things were going along just beautifully, then all of a sudden you blew up when you found out who our boy is going out with."
"I told you. I've heard some things I don't like. I'm afraid that girl is a-, well, a little tramp."
"That's quite a harsh accusation to make, honey, considering you don't have anything in the way of proof. Just a lot of hearsay."
"Well, as far as I am concerned, the sources are reliable. I don't like this at all."
"Give the boy a chance to work out his own problems," Charles said. "He's a man. If he-likes this girl, that's good enough for me. I think that he has very good judgment."
"He's just like any other man in one basic respect," she said, as she walked toward the door. "He's the type who can also be twisted around the finger by the right woman."
"Are we really all that helpless?"
"Certain ones of you are, and I think maybe Harold falls in that category."
"I think that you are worrying needlessly about this whole thing."
"Naturally you'd say that," she sighed, as she walked into the den, quickly turning on the television set.
As she watched a movie, Pam observed Harold walking toward the door. She heard him saying goodnight to his father.
He turned and looked at her, an expression of fearful concern on his face. He remembered what she had said about Daisy, and he didn't want to be exposed to any more language of that type.
"Goodnight, Mom," he said quickly.
"Goodnight," was all she replied.
But she found herself unable to concentrate on the movie she was watching. She kept reconstructing the dinner table events in her mind. She couldn't help but think that the information she had heard concerning Daisy and her mother was correct. And it made her all the more angry to think that her husband was in effect siding with Harold.
As for Harold, he felt free as a bird once more as he got behind the wheel of his car and drove over toward the apartment where Daisy and her parents lived.
He walked up the stairs to the second floor room, knocking on the door.
"Who is it?" he heard Daisy's voice call.
"It's me, Daisy. It's Harold."
"Come in a moment, dear. I'm just about ready."
Harold opened the door and walked inside the living room.
He observed a dark-haired woman sitting on the sofa sipping a scotch and soda.
She was attractive in a rough sort of way, but Harold disliked the fact that there were shadowy pouches beneath her eyes, and he didn't like the bloodshot eyes either.
"You must be Harold," the woman grinned.
"That's right."
"I'm Daisy's mother. Sit down, dear."
"Thank you," Harold said, sitting down in a chair across from her.
"Daisy has been telling me so much about you," Gladys Barnes chuckled. "You've even better looking than she said you were. You're an absolute doll."
"Thank you," he said nervously.
"Can I fix you a drink?"
"I'd better not. I've got to drive. Besides that, I'm a basketball player and I try and watch myself, especially during the season."
"What dedication," she laughed. "Here I am waiting for my old man to come home. He's no doubt getting smashed at some bar, probably trying to put the make on the waitress, and you're man enough to pass up a drink. I don't know whether to feel insulted or impressed."
"No offense intended, Ma'am."
"Stop that Ma'am nonsense. To you I'm Gladys.
Understand?" "O.K. Gladys."
"Stop talking the legs off him, Mom," Daisy chuckled from her bedroom.
"Just having a little sporting conversation. I don't have anybody else to talk to, since your old man hasn't come home yet."
"Maybe he was putting in some overtime."
"That's a joke," she chuckled. "Overtime my ass. He's putting in overtime alright. But it's not connected with his job. He's getting soused. I just hope he doesn't smash up his car one of these nights like he did the one before that he buried against the wall."
"Gee, that was too bad," Harold said.
"Yeah, too bad for the drunk," Gladys shook her head. "I told him that whenever he got that smashed he ought to either call me or take a cab. But you can't tell that bastard anything. He's the most hard headed sonofabitch that ever lived. Don't you ever be like that. It's one thing to stick up for your rights, I can go along with that, but I sure can't buy actions like he does."
An embarrassed Harold didn't know what to say. He was relieved to see Daisy make an appearance at that moment. He wanted to get away from talking to Gladys.
He couldn't help but think about what his mother had revealed pertaining to Gladys as he sat there talking to her. Perhaps she was every bit as bad as those women in his mother's club had revealed.
But now he was able to turn his attention to lovely Daisy. She looked stunning in a purple pantsuit, which showed off her exquisite figure to good advantage. Even though she was only sixteen, she had a figure which would make most adult women turn green with envy.
"Gee, you look great, Daisy," he said, getting up from the chair.
"Thank you, darling. You're looking good yourself."
"Shall we go?"
"Why not?"
He grabbed her hand, walking with Daisy out the front door.
A few minutes later they arrived at the drive-in. They had to wait behind a long line of cars before getting up to the ticket window.
"Boy, this is one movie I really want to see," Daisy chuckled."
"Me too. If you want to see it, so do I."
The man at the ticket window looked at them skeptically.
"Can I see your identifications, please?" he said tersely.
"What's with this identification bit?" Daisy asked indignantly.
"House policy, young lady. This is a special showing. It's an adult film."
"We're adults," Harold said.
"I'll have to see your identifications."
"That's a lot of phony bullshit," Daisy exploded. "You're a wise sonofabitch."
"Hold it, Daisy," Harold tried to calm her down.
"Your girlfriend has got a mean tongue, buddy. I don't like being called those names. Not even by a woman," the ticket man began to turn red in the face.
"O.K., I'm sorry about that. I'm sure she didn't mean it. Did you, Daisy?"
"like hell I didn't," she replied. "I don't like anybody giving me static. Just why can't I get in to see this movie? Hell, I know more about sex than most adults."
"That might well be, but we've still got our regulations."
"Oh, to hell with your regulations," Daisy said.
"Rules are rules," the man said. "Now I wish you'd move your car, friend. You're holding up the line."
"You mean we can't see it?" Harold asked, by that time getting flustered himself.
"That's right. I'm sorry."
"Aw, screw it," Harold exploded, starting up his car and backing it out, heading it out of the theater area.
"I'm glad I called the guy a sonofabitch," Daisy said.
"It's not good for you to get excited like that." "Why not?"
"It's not good to lose your temper in that way. Besides, you're such a gorgeous girl that I hate to hear you using language of that kind."
"Aw, what's wrong with using a few dirty words now and then? I use them when I think they will fit. They sure fitted in the case of that mother. Imagine having the nerve to pull something like that on us."
"I never figured we'd get turned away from seeing these things. It just didn't dawn on me."
"I didn't figure that either."
"Some of the guys on the team saw it. Of course, come to think of it, one of them I know has a phony I.D. card, and another one said he saw it with his old man."
"Yeah, well, tonight's not our night, I guess," Daisy shook her head sadly.
"Cheer up. The night's still young. Would you like to go to another movie?"
"Well, I guess we could settle for a John Wayne movie. It's not what I had in mind, but it's something, anyway. Besides, if we don't like it, we can always leave."
"Or maybe steal a few kisses."
"That's an even better idea," she laughed.
They went to the theater in the city a few miles away.
The picture was already well on the way by the time that they made their way in to seats at the back of the theater.
They munched on popcorn for several minutes, then quickly began to get bored with the movie.
Actually, Daisy had not been that eager to see a motion picture in the first place. She had wanted to be near Harold in a dramatic setting. And she liked the fact very much that they were going to a drive-in, so when their plans were thwarted, it made her angrier than it ordinarily would have.
Now she began to stroke Harold's leg. She observed his penis stiffen. It was a great sight for her to observe that hard rod, that noticeable bulge in his trousers.
"You've got a hard-on," she whispered.
"I know. Guess who it's for?"
"I hope for me."
"Who else?"
"It had better not be anybody else."
He leaned forward and kissed her lips several times. As he withdrew his lips from hers, she implored:
"Feel inside my blouse, baby. I want you to feel of my tits." "Right here?"
"Nobody can see us," she chuckled softly. "Look, we're here in this section all by ourselves. Come on, baby, and work those fingers around my tits. I've got some nice tits, baby, and you're going to love to touch them."
"I know, they're lovely."
"Then start working your fingers around them."
"I'm scared to."
"The big brave basketball player like you, all scared about the idea of feeling a gal up in a darkened theater. Come on, baby, you're not chicken shit. Go ahead and play with my tits."
"O.K., I guess you've shamed me into it."
"You shouldn't have to be shamed into doing anything. You should want to do it."
"I do. It's just that I get a little uptight doing it in here."
"Come on, baby, we won't be staying here much longer. I want you to touch my breasts and I want you to touch my mound. I'm real excited, baby. You've got me all turned on. So come on and play with my tits."
"O.K., baby, I guess I can do that."
Now he was reaching inside her blouse. As he came into contact with those firm, warm breasts of hers, he thought that he would orgasm immediately.
His whole body quivered as his fingers came into brisk contact with her firm skin. She loved the way that he was clutching her.
"Oh, that's it. Oh, I just wanted you to get me excited, honey," she said. "Isn't it fun working those fingers around my breasts?"
"Oh, nothing could be better."
"Don't go quite that far. Just wait and see what I've got in store for you later tonight."
He kept those fingers working against her breasts.
CHAPTER FIVE
Now Daisy was getting extremely hot from those finger movements that Harold was putting forward.
"Shouldn't we get going now?" she whispered. "Yeah. We can't go any further here." "No, I guess we're gambling just about as much as we should."
"More than we should, if you ask me." "You're much too cautious, my dear." "Maybe so."
"Now you're beginning to let yourself go." "Yeah. I'm letting it all hang out." "Thanks to me," Daisy giggled. "Yes, thanks to you. Where should we go now?" "That's a surprise. I'll tell you when we get to the car."
"O.K., I guess that's fair enough."
He released his fingers from her breasts.
"O.K., honey," he said, "let's go."
They left the theater in about the middle of the feature. But by that time they could care less about any film. They were concerned strictly about each other, and in satisfying their sexual desires.
They walked back to the car. Once they both got inside, he turned toward her, saying:
"Let's have the secret now, Daisy."
"Drive me home."
"When we're both this horny?"
"Please do as I say, dear."
"Daisy, certainly you aren't turning into a cock-teaser. You never struck me as being the type."
"Just do what I say, honey."
With disappointment he started up the car and drove back toward Daisy's place.
He wondered if maybe his initial impulse had been correct, that she didn't care much about him. Perhaps she had just gotten carried away once, that afternoon on the deserted road when she had blown him.
Soon he was pulling to a stop in front of the apartment.
"O.K., come in with me, darling," she said, placing an affectionate hand on his leg.
"But I can't go in there now. Your folks are at home."
"Oh no they're not," she giggled. "Tonight's their night to play cards over some friends' house." "You're kidding?"
"I wouldn't put you on about anything like that now. Not when both of us are so hot."
"For a second there you had me real scared," he laughed, getting out of the car. "I really thought that you were pulling a cock-tease on me."
"You should have more confidence in me," she smiled.
"I guess you're right."
"Of course I am, dear. I wouldn't pull anything like that on you. You're much too sexy. I like balling with you."
His cock was hard and stiff as they walked inside the apartment.
"I've got a nice soft bed," she winked. "Just made for fucking."
They walked quickly into her bedroom.
"Isn't it nice and dark in here?" she asked.
"Yes, it is."
"It's just perfect for romance." "You're absolutely right." "Just perfect to have a good fuck in." "You're such a sexy girl. You're talking sex all the time."
"Of course I am. It's so far ahead of everything else in terms of importance it isn't even funny."
"You're really talking my language." "That's nice."
Now she was leaning forward and allowing her breasts to rub against his chest.
"Oh, that feels so good, darling," he smiled.
"Then throw your arms around me, baby. Let's cuddle a little."
"O.K., but I can't spend too much time in the preliminaries. I'm much too hot. I've just got to get those clothes of yours off."
"I figured you would be impatient at this point," she giggled. "O.K., just grab a hold of me. I like your nice strong arms around my body. And you can give me a nice French kiss too, if you'd like."
"Oh, I'd definitely like."
Now he leaned forward and allowed his lips to plunge with devastating grace against hers.
Now he was growing truly accustomed to kissing her, to getting excited around her, and to enjoying the kind of sexual satisfaction that he deemed highly desirable.
He locked his arms around her body and his lips continued to plunge against hers. He finally released his lips from hers.
"O.K., baby, where should we go from here?" he asked.
"Oh, please undress me."
"Just what I was hoping you'd say."
Now he guided her downward, into the bed. There was only one tiny light flickering in the room. He could just barely see that beautiful body of hers and his fingers went to work.
Soon he had succeeded in taking off her blouse. He then undid her bra, reaching down and playing with her breasts.
"Oh, I'm able to feel these tits again," he exclaimed. "It's so wonderful running my fingers over them. Ah, do I ever love that. Do I ever love playing with those tits of yours."
"Keep up those finger movements."
"Oh, I will. How about playing with the nipples?"
"I'd really love that"
"Then I'll do it"
"Oh, go ahead, honey. Move those fingers of yours around my nipples." "I'll squeeze those nipples." "You do that, honey."
Now he was letting his fingers squeeze her nipples, and her body was twisting back and forth in reaction to those movements he was putting forward.
He kept up those finger movements over her breasts and nipples, after which he suddenly withdrew his fingers from her breasts.
"I've got to get off the rest of your clothes," he said. "I've got to take off the rest of that suit. Then I've got to attack that underwear of yours."
"Oh, it sounds so good to hear you talk like that," she gasped. "Come on, honey, oh, keep that up. Keep it up, and strip me."
Now he had her down to her panties and he reached down and grabbed a hold of them with his fingers.
"Oh, I'm touching those silky panties," he said. "It feels so good to touch them. I love it, oh, do I ever love it."
"Keep that up, honey. Take them off."
"Oh, I will."
Now he was moving those panties down her legs. As the silky panties scraped against her lovely legs, he found himself becoming harder and harder.
He knew that just as soon as he was finished stripping off her panties, he would have to undress himself. He wanted to be just as naked as she was.
Now he finished removing her panties. "O.K., now I'm going to get off my clothes," he said.
"Go ahead, honey. Let's see your handsome naked body. When I saw you out there on the basketball court, I dreamed of how nice you would look nude."
"O.K., you can see me that way."
"I can hardly wait."
He quickly took off his clothes, and she watched him carefully every second, becoming turned on as she observed him.
"Oh, you look so handsome," she gasped. "I really like the looks of you. Oh, are we ever going to have a good fuck."
"Yes, we are," he nodded. "I'm really going to make the scene with you, baby."
Now he was coming at her, getting back into the bed with her and kissing her lips passionately.
She looked down at the huge penis of his.
"How about letting me play with that?" she asked, pointing to his rod.
"Go right ahead, darling."
"Oh, I'm going to play with that thing. It's so hard, so nice, so warm. Oh, what a nice cock it is."
"It's good and healthy."
"I know it. I certainly found that out when I blew it."
"It shot lots of nice hot juice, didn't it?" "Oh, did it ever."
"Grab a hold of it, honey," he cried. "Take possession of it. Seize it in your hands. Tug on it, move those fingers up and down it, I really want you to give it the once-over."
"We're talking the same language."
"I guess we always have."
"That's right. We just had to get together."
"And now that we have, it's an absolute blast."
"Right on."
She reached down with her right hand and began to pump up and down the base of his lengthy rod.
"Oh, does that ever feel nice," he nodded. "Just keep that up, baby, oh, do I ever love what you're doing. Oh, keep that finger action going. Oh, honey, keep it going."
Now she was working those fingers with blazing electricity, moving them swiftly up and down the length of his entire organ.
"Oh, you're so good at it," he exclaimed.
"I have a nice cock to work with."
"Well, you're making the most of the opportunity."
"I guess I am," she laughed. "I make the most of every opportunity." "I guess you do."
Up and down she kept on manipulating, getting him all the hotter. Suddenly, she released her grip on his huge rod.
"Why did you stop?" he asked.
"Because I was getting too hot."
"What do you suggest I do about that?"
"You really want to know?" she smiled co-quettishly.
"I sure as hell do."
"I'd like for you to eat me."
"Oh, so you want me to go down on that mound of yours."
"Sure I do. I'm already starting to get a little gooey down there. That means I'm real hot, honey, and you're the one who can cure all that. You're the one who can get me even hotter. So work those fingers around my mound. Start working the fingers over my pussy, then you can put your tongue to work down there."
"O.K., I definitely think that that would be a winner."
"It certainly would, baby. The guys who have gone down on me have all dug it. Come on and eat me, sweetheart. Go down on that pussy of mine."
"O.K., I'll turn my tongue loose on your hot mound."
"Oh, do it, baby. Go down on me," she exclaimed. "Come on, honey, let's get passionate. Let's get as intimate as two people can. Come on and work that tongue around my mound. Come on and eat that pussy of mine. Eat it, baby, oh, eat it. Go down on it, darling, oh, come on, baby, eat me, eat me, eat me."
Now he was letting the fingers of his right hand go to work on her mound. He was working those fingertips in a very smooth manner, making certain that he didn't go too fast in the beginning.
He wanted to nurse the action gradually, getting her as hot as he possibly could. At that point he would start to go to work with that tongue of his.
"Oh, work those fingers around," she said. "I really like what you're doing, darling, work those fingers. Oh, you're really doing a great job. Keep the finger activity going, darling, oh, I really like that action. Oh, you can see my legs are starting to tremble. You're just too much with that hot action. Come on, darling, don't let up for one solitary second. Keep up that kind of beautiful action. Oh, honey, it's so beautiful."
"So are you. Do I ever love playing with that pussy of yours."
"Just keep the finger action going."
"Oh, I will. There's no way that I'm going to stop now. Things are getting all too hot, baby. I really love what's going on."
"So do I. Keep up the finger fucking, darling.
Keep working those fingers around. Oh, you're absolutely beautiful. It's just great what you are doing with those fingers of yours."
Now he was stepping up the pace, working those fingers more passionately and eagerly than before.
Back and forth he was keeping up that steady flow of rhythmic activity.
"Ah, oh, now you're really getting me hot," she said. "Come on, baby, stop that action, I want you to begin licking my mound. You've got me to the point where I'm about as hot as a girl can get. Oh, baby, pull the stop now, honey, pull the stop right now."
"O.K., if you say so," he grinned. "It really makes me feel good to know that I've gotten you this hot."
"How do you think it makes me feel to know that you're turning me on like this? Oh, I'll tell you something, honey. Most men don't get me this turned on. You are really an exception when it comes to that. You are so exciting, just like you are on the basketball court. This is just great, darling, oh, it's just great, and I love it."
"O.K., the best is yet to come."
"That's for sure."
Now he released his fingers from her mound. He looked down there between her legs at her red vagina lips.
He could see the moisture down there, and it was becoming increasingly more evident to him with every passing minute just how hot she was.
"O.K., baby, you can go down on me any time now," she exclaimed.
"That's the kind of lingo I like to hear," he laughed.
"It's dead serious lingo," she said. "Come on, honey, let's go to it right this very second."
CHAPTER SIX
Now his tongue was feeling about as hot as her mound.
Harold could hardly wait now to sink his tongue into her womanhood.
"Come on, baby," she exclaimed, her legs trembling, "go down on me, darling, oh, put that tongue of yours to work inside of me. Lick me, honey, oh, lick me, work that tongue around, honey, oh, work it fast, baby, I want it, oh, I want your tongue, I want that hot tongue inside my box."
Now he was letting the tongue slide ever so slowly around the edges of her mound.
"Oh, that's it, baby, do it nice and slow in the beginning," she said. "Let's work into it gradually. Oh, that's what I like. I like the idea of working into this gradually. Oh, honey, work the tongue around me, baby, oh, I really like that.
Slide it around my mound, darling, oh, keep it moving. Keep that hot tongue moving. Oh, you're doing it just right. You're not getting carried away and you're not going too slow. I really like that action, baby."
So now he continued to work that tongue around her mound, and as he did so, he reached out and grabbed a hold of her ass-cheeks.
He had admired her buttocks from the very beginning, from those times prior to when he met her when he would observe her at a distance wearing a tight mini skirt.
He clutched his fingers ever so tenaciously around those ass-cheeks as he kept on with that spirited licking.
All the while he was beginning to develop a little more speed in the action.
"Oh, honey, you're stepping it up a little but not too fast," she said. "We want to make sure that we do this thing just right, baby. We don't want you to go too fast or too slow. We want to take things just right, honey. Oh, we want to make this the best pussy lick we possibly can. Oh, honey, I like the way you're clutching my ass-cheeks too. I really like those movements, baby. You're so good, you're so good the way you move those fingers around my ass-cheeks. Oh, yes, honey, you're really getting the hang of it. Just keep that tongue working. Oh, just keep that explosive tongue of yours circulating around my pussy."
He liked the fact that she was as turned on as she was. He also liked the fact that she was now running the fingers of her hands through his hair.
It stimulated him all the more to enjoy that additional contact, and as she ran her fingers through his hair, he continued to lick her, now moving that tongue more briskly than ever.
"Oh, keep that up," she said. "Step it up, baby, now you've got me to the point where I'm so hot that I want you to move that tongue as fast as it will go. Come on, darling, oh, work the tongue around, baby, work it fast. Oh, work that tongue speedily, baby, oh, yes, baby, oh, I like that, darling, oh, I really like the way that tongue of yours is moving. Keep on moving it at a vigorous clip, sweetheart, oh, you are really turning me on, oh, you are every bit as hot as I am, darling, come on, baby, work that tongue. Oh, yes, work it fast, oh, faster, faster, baby, faster."
Now she was running those fingers more vigorously than ever through his hair. He could tell by the way her body was trembling that she was not far removed from a hot orgasm.
Now she was flipping that body upward, pushing that vagina into his face as his tongue kept on darting speedily around her hot mound.
"Come on and move that tongue, baby, keep circulating it," she exclaimed. "Drive that tongue, honey, oh, drive it fast, I really like that action, honey, oh, keep it up, baby, oh, keep it up, oh, keep up that brisk action, keep working that hot tongue."
Now he was driving it as quickly as possible, ablaze with passion as that tongue kept on eagerly sliding around her hot mound.
"Just a few more stabs," she exclaimed loudly, "just a few more of those darting tongue stabs, baby. Come on, now you're really getting me close to orgasm. It's not going to take much more. Come on, baby, just a few more hot tongue stabs."
Now he was drilling that vagina of hers, and as he did so, her body was moving quickly. She was pushing that vagina ever upward, meeting his every forward tongue stab.
She then began to quiver all the more noticeably, and now she began to gasp excitedly.
"Oh, I'm there, I'm there," she exclaimed. "Go after it, honey, go after my juice. Eat it, eat it, oh, eat every drop. Go after the juice, darling, oh, go after it, honey, oh, go after it. Come on, baby, oh, come on, baby."
He ate every drop of her precious goo, then released his tongue from her mound.
"Oh, I almost orgasmed myself, I got so hot," he exclaimed.
"I could tell you were on fire by the way that you were moving that tongue around."
"I've got to get my cock off now."
"There's no better time than the present. But let's just play it cool, just like you did when you licked my mound. We want to make the most out of these beautiful fucks."
"I guess you're right."
"Because we don't have that many more minutes. You see, the folks will be home in just about an hour."
"But I want to make certain that I get out of here in plenty of time."
"Sure, honey, but there shouldn't be any problems at all as long as we just play it cool."
"O.K., I've got you there. But the only problem we'll have is to slow down. Because right now just look at the size of that cock of mine. It's bulging, and so are my balls. I've just got to get off right now."
"My pussy is waiting for your cock."
"I'm happy to hear that."
"Well, just start driving that thing into me, darling. I'm ready right now."
"And I'm ready to give you the action."
"That's good."
She spread her legs accommodatingly. Re leaned forward and played with her mound for several seconds.
"This is just to get you warmed up," he winked.
"I'm warm, honey. I get even warmer every time I look at that hard, throbbing stick of yours. I'll bet you're a great stick man. This will be the first time inside my pussy."
"Yes, this will be quite a momentous occasion."
"Yes, it will."
Now he pushed his body resolutely forward, letting that huge cock of his slide inside her mound.
He made certain that he entered her slowly, not wanting to extend himself too far, too fast. He recalled what she had said, that it would be much better if they would time their fuck in such a manner that they made the most of it.
They could accomplish that objective primarily by working things slowly in the beginning.
"Oh, you're in me. Drive that cock into me," she said. "Come on, darling, work that penis around there. Oh, honey, work that cock inside me."
"Ah, you're so tight down there," he said.
"I've been told that before."
"Oh, it's so true. I love being inside you."
"Keep working that cock around, baby. Come on, fuck me."
"Oh, what a nice mound you've got."
"I wish you'd reach out and play with my tits. If there's anything that really drives me up a wall it's getting fucked while a guy is playing with my tits."
"Can I tickle your nipples too?"
"You can do anything you want, baby. Just as long as you don't bore me. And I don't see any-likelihood of you doing that."
"No way. I might be a lot of things, but I'm not boring."
"No, you're not. Just keep that cock of yours sliding around inside me and I'll certainly never be bored."
"And neither will I."
"Drive it into me."
"I'll do that."
Now he was working the fingers of both hands around her breasts and as he fondled them with diligent skill, he kept on sliding that penis inside her mound.
As he continued to find the range, he began to bring more speed to bear in his actions. Now he was driving it skillfully all the way inside her.
"Ah, now you're really making a dent," she swooned. "Come on and keep up that fucking, darling. Oh, keep it up, baby, drive that penis into me."
"O.K., honey, I sure will. I'm going to satisfy you, baby, I'm going to satisfy you to the fullest."
"Just keep on pumping. Just keep on playing with those tits of mine. Come on and play with those breasts, baby, oh, I want you to play with them."
"I want to finger those tits. I want to finger those nipples."
"Oh, I like the nipple action," she sighed. "Come on and work those fingers around there, baby."
"I like the steady encouragement I get from you."
"I like the steady fucks I'm getting from you." "I guess we're both a lot happier that way," he laughed.
"That's right. Come on and keep driving, honey. Come on and keep driving that hot cock of yours around inside my mound."
"Oh, what a hump you are," he said. "What a fantastic hump. Oh, how passionate you are, honey, how I love driving this dagger of mine inside your mound."
"Keep flying in there," she said. "Keep on driving it in there, baby. Drive that cock into me."
Now he was toying with her nipples. He squeezed and pinched them as he kept up those fantastic movements, driving that hot penis at a good pace inside her mound.
"Oh, this I like," he said. "You're so tight in there, darling, oh, it's very tight. Do I ever like what I'm doing. Oh, what great action, baby, I like the way you move those hips of yours around."
"You like that?"
"I love it."
"I've been told that's a very sexy movement."
"You've been told right."
He finally released his fingers from her nipples, putting them to work against her buttocks.
As he squeezed them gingerly, he kept on pushing that penis ever so resolutely inside her mound.
"Oh, drive it, baby, drive that penis in there," she exclaimed. "Oh, I'm ready to shoot, darling, I'm orgasming, oh, I'm orgasming."
"That's good, darling, I'm glad that you are shooting. I'm going to be shooting myself in just a matter of a few more seconds."
"Keep that thing stabbing inside me."
"O.K., honey, I wouldn't think of stopping now. I'm going to drive that thing all the way. Oh, that's it, I like the way you're pushing that body forward to meet my stabs."
"Of course. I like that kind of action. I like to help the man who's fucking me. Oh, isn't it beautiful action, honey?"
"Yes, baby, it just couldn't be better."
"I guess it couldn't. We really make a fucking team," she laughed.
She kept on thrusting her buttocks and hips upward as he kept on driving that penis frantically inside her mound.
And as he did so, he let his fingers cling energetically to her buttocks as he kept up those fantastic stabs.
"Oh, I can't take much more of this," he gasped loudly. I'm just about ready to shoot, baby, oh, I'm just about to shoot. I can't take much more, oh, oh, get ready, here it comes, the hot white juice. Oh, I'm orgasming inside you, honey, oh, does it ever feel great. Does it ever feel wonderful to juice inside your mound. Ah, honey, this is wonderful. This is great, it couldn't be better, baby, we couldn't have a better fuck. Oh, it's fantastic, baby."
"Oh, you've juiced inside me, baby, oh, you've juiced inside me. Oh, darling, oh, you juiced, baby, oh, it's fantastic juice. Oh, did you ever unload. You had more juice in' there this time I believe than the juice that you had when I licked your penis."
"I think I did," he laughed.
"What a wonderful act. Oh, that was terrific."
"It was a sure-fire success, any way you slice it" "Oh yes."
"I guess I'd better be going now," he said.
"I really hate to see you leave. I'd like to spend the entire night with you."
"I'm not all that happy about leaving. I'd like to stay myself."
"But we can't do that, unfortunately," she said. "Let's be thankful for what did happen here tonight"
"Now you're talking. That's what I call a great fuck."
"Oh, honey, you're not kidding."
She leaned forward and kissed his lips gratefully. Their lips were locked for several seconds, after which he broke the kiss.
"Look at that," he pointed down toward his still hard cock. "All you've got to do is kiss me and I'm ready to fuck all over again."
"Maybe that wasn't such a bad idea to kiss you after all."
"Maybe not at this stage of the game, anyway. I love it baby, but I also have to face facts. I've got to get out of here."
"That was beautiful action, darling."
"I guess it certainly was."
She got into her panties and bra, then her pajamas.
She watched him as he dressed.
"It seems a shame for you to have to put your clothes back on," she laughed.
"I was thinking the same thing about you, you look so beautiful naked."
"Maybe we ought to be on some vacant island where we could fuck to our hearts' content."
"That's what I call a great idea."
"Yes, that would be fantastic."
He quickly finished dressing, then walked over toward the bed once more.
He leaned downwards, and Frenched with her for several long seconds, after which he withdrew his tongue from her mouth.
"Well, I guess I'd better be going now," he said. "Much as I hate to do it."
"I hate to have you leave."
"But we'll be getting together again real soon."
"I guess we will," she said. "I want another ride in your Firebird."
"I hope you also want me to fuck you."
"Some things go without saying, and that's one of them."
"Yeah. I guess you've made your point," he laughed. "You continue to make your point every time I look at that beautiful body of yours. It's so desirable, it's just made to order for fucking."
"That's the use I like to put it to more than any other."
"That certainly becomes obvious every time I go to bed with you."
"It should, honey, because I really let myself go."
"You're one in a million, honey,"
"So are you."
"Thank you, and goodnight." "Goodnight, dear."
Now he was feeling ten feet tall as he walked out of the apartment and got back into his car.
He was in the clouds during the course of the entire ride home. He thought about his mother and how she had made negative comments about Daisy. Certainly Daisy liked to have sex, but what in the hell was wrong with that, he asked himself.
She was a lovely girl who was born with a beautiful body. She believed that such a body was meant to be shared with young men, and he felt extremely fortunate that he was one of the lucky young men.
As he thought about the guys that were sitting in the restaurant looking at him with a certain amount of envy in their eyes, it made him feel better than ever to know that he was on such high footing with beautiful Daisy.
Things had been going beautifully, and he was firmly convinced that the positive trend would continue.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Pam had been nervous the entire evening.
From the very moment that she found out that her son was planning to go out with Daisy Barnes, she felt strange.
She had held Harold in such high regard that she didn't want him to ever become involved with anyone she thought to be in a"ny way his inferior. She definitely felt that Daisy Barnes fitted into that category.
Now she was sitting before the television set, watching the evening news and looking nervously at her watch. She realized now that it was past eleven, and she wondered just how much later it would be before her son arrived home.
She slowly sipped from the martini glass which she held in her fingers. She didn't generally drink a great deal, but on an occasion like this, she felt nervous. It bothered her that her son was out with Daisy, and she was angered by the fact that her husband Charles was not any more sympathetic to her concern than she would have liked.
Suddenly the door opened and Harold walked in.
"Harold, is that you?" Pam called out. "Yes, it is, Mom."
"Can you come in here for a minute?" "Sure thing."
"Oh, watching the news, huh?" Harold grinned, looking at the television set. "Have you heard any sports news? How did the Lakers make out tonight?"
"I haven't heard a thing," she said curtly. "Would you please shut that off?"
"How about leaving it on until the sports? I'd really like to know how the Lakers made out."
"And I'd really like to talk to you. Please shut it off. You can get all the results about the Lakers in the morning paper."
"O.K., O.K., " he shook his head, turning off the television set. "Why are you so uptight, Mom?"
"You're getting back kind of late, aren't you?"' "Hell, it's just a few minutes past eleven." "That's pretty late, everything considered. You do have to get up and go to school in the morning, you know."
"Sure, but I'm still in a position to get about eight hours of sleep."
"I frankly think you require a little more, considering the fact that you also have basketball practice."
"I get along o.k. on that."
"So you were out with Daisy," she said sarcastically, i
"Is that still bothering you?" he said irritably.
"And just why shouldn't it? I know quite a bit about that girl and her parents. It's not a wholesome atmosphere for you to be involved in."
"Look, Mom, I'm a young man now and I'm able to look after myself."
"You're not an adult by any yardstick," she advised quickly. "I'm beginning to wonder if you're as able to look out for yourself as I thought you might. I don't like some of your tendencies."
"like what?"
"like the company you keep. There are so many more nice girls around that you should be dating. I could suggest a few without any trouble."
"But it's not your responsibility to pick girls for me to go out with, Mom. That wouldn't be right at all. It is strictly up to me to select the girls."
"O.K., I can buy that point. But when your selections aren't any better than they have been, I don't know."
"I don't like the way you're knocking Daisy," he came on aggressively.
"And just why shouldn't I knock her? You are a young man who has a lot of potential. You're good in the classroom and you're very good on the basketball court. You've got many chances for success, but not when you're going with somebody like that."
"Where's Dad?"
"He went to bed a few minutes ago. But don't change the subject."
"You see, if he was all shook up, he wouldn't have gone to bed. He's not as shook up about this as you are."
"No, you're right about that," she said. "And that's what bothers me. He's about as blase on this whole thing as you are, and it just isn't right. I could see through this whole situation so clearly, but you can't and neither can your father. Just because this is a young, pretty girl, you're getting bowled over to the point where you aren't able to recognize the realities of the situation. Just because she's good looking and has a beautiful figure doesn't mean that she's the right type of girl for you to be involved with."
"Just what's wrong with me getting involved with her? I think she's an awfully sweet gal."
"You might think she's sweet, but I think she's downright cheap."
"That's a helluva thing to say," he snapped.
"Don't talk to your mother that way."
"I don't like what you're saying about Daisy."
"Oh, poor Daisy," Pam glared at him. "I'm sure that I'm injuring her character. It isn't very virtuous, my dear, I'm sure."
"You're just going on what a bunch of old bags have been telling you. Those women in the club."
"Don't call my friends at the club old bags," Pam warned. "They happen to be decent women who don't like people who cheapen themselves. Well, Daisy has cheapened herself, and I guess it runs in the family."
"I don't want to hear anything more about this, I told you that I like her, Mom, and that's all I'm going to say. I really don't have to say anything more."
"Don't walk out on me like that."
"But it makes me angry to hear you talk about her that way."
"My, but you're getting touchy."
"I get touchy When I hear somebody talking that way about somebody I happen to like."
"Just how intimately involved have you been with this girl?" Pam asked.
"I don't need to answer that."
"This is your mother asking."
"I still don't need to answer it. That isn't a nice question to ask."
"It's a very relevant one."
"I don't want to talk about any of this anymore," he snapped, walking away.
"I'm disappointed in you, disappointed greatly, Harold," she shouted.
She heard the door of his bedroom slam shut. Pam knew that he was extremely angry.
She was still shaken as she walked to her bedroom.
"What was all the noise about, dear?" her husband asked as he lay comfortably in bed reading the latest edition of "Fortune" magazine.
"I was having an argument with your son about a subject that I'm concerned about and you don't seem to care one iota about."
"What was that?" he put the magazine down and asked calmly with a smile.
"That little slut Daisy Barnes."
"Hold on now, dear. You've really got no right to call that girl a slut."
"I've got every right to. She's got our son buffaloed."
"What makes you say that?"
"Because I've been trying to point out to him how bad she is for him, but he just doesn't seem to want to listen."
"Well, he's probably like me. He figures you haven't established a good enough case. Just give him a chance to get acquainted with her. If she's that bad, he'll be the first one to discover it. If she's not, well, that's something else again."
"You're as impossible to talk to as he is," she shook her head.
"What's getting into you, honey?"
"I told you all about how bad she is. Certainly you're going to take your wife's word for it."
"I can take your word for it, honey, but you're basing all this on what some of your friends have been saying about her."
"O.K., O.K., that's all you've been saying," she said, getting ready to climb into bed.
"It happens to be the truth. Just give our son a chance to work out his own problems. He's a young man now. I have a lot of confidence in him."
"I did have a great deal of confidence in him," Pam said sadly, "but I'm losing it more and more all the time."
"I think you're judging much too harshly, and prematurely, dear."
"O.K., that's your opinion," she said.
Pam climbed into bed and turned off the light.
"Goodnight, dear," Charles said.
"Goodnight," she said glumly.
It bothered her a good deal that Charles wasn't any more concerned about the matter than he appeared to be.
After a good night's sleep, Pam got up the following morning feeling almost as frustrated as she had the evening before.
She had hardly said a word to either Harold or Charles at the breakfast table, and after Harold left for school, she immediately called up a good friend of hers, Betty Stevens, since she felt the abiding need to talk to someone.
"Betty, how are you doing?" she began.
"Oh, is that you, Pam?"
"Yes, it is."
"Good to hear from you. What's up?"
"Just wondered if you might like to have lunch with me this afternoon."
"Let me see what's on. I was thinking that I had a club meeting. No, that's tomorrow. Sure, where would you like to go?"
"Oh, the Queens Arms is fine with me."
"O:K., and what time?"
"Would two o'clock be o.k.? "
"Yeah, that would be fine."
"See you then." "Goodbye now."
She arrived a few minutes before two. When she didn't observe Betty nearby, Pam walked into the bar and had a drink.
Just as she was finishing the drink, she observed Betty making her way inside the darkened restaurant.
"Hello," Betty said. "How's my favorite club woman?"
"Oh, just fine. Let's have ourselves something to eat."
"Fine with me. I'm famished. You know, I've been on a diet," Betty smiled.
"You don't look like you need to go on any diet to me."
"Very sweet of you, my dear, but I know better," Betty laughed. "My husband has been anything but subtle in telling me that I could afford to shed a few pounds, and the longer I spent looking at myself in the mirror, the more I had to conclude he was right. But I've been toeing the mark quite well now in the last few weeks, so I think maybe I can let myself go today."
"It does look like you've lost a little weight," Pam said. "You look very becoming." "Thank you, but I'll never look as good as you,"
Betty laughed. "Go on now."
"I mean it. My two sons say that you've got a better figure than any of the girls at school."
"I love them both for saying that, though I'm sure it's not true," Pam laughed.
"You do look great."
"Well, I've got the swimming pool, and I'm able to use it quite a bit. That holds the weight down, I guess."
"Perhaps, but you have plenty of good equipment to work with, in the beginning," Betty laughed.
They helped themselves to a plateful of various delicacies in the buffet-styled atmosphere, then took their seats.
As they ate, Betty began to talk about the club that they both belonged to.
Pam patiently discussed club matters with Betty. But she really wanted to talk to her about something else, a problem that was grating on her nerves to a tremendous degree.
"Weren't you telling me about knowing Gladys Barnes?" she asked Betty.
"Yes, I know both Gladys and her husband, Ted. But why spoil a perfectly good meal by bringing them up?"
"Are they all that bad?"
"They're worse," she shook her head. "He spends most of his afternoons playing the horses and his evenings getting drunk."
"Then how do they manage to live?" Pam asked curiously.
"They don't. They survive. And often they don't do a very good job of that."
"But certainly he's got to have some source of income."
"He does. Didn't I tell you what he did?"
"No, I just believed you said something about them being a sordid pair, or something like that."
"I certainly did. So I didn't tell you what he does."
"No, but now you've really got my curiosity. What does he do?"
"Oh, he works as a private detective. That is, when he works. He doesn't do it all that often."
"Then that's why they just manage to survive."
"That and his horse playing. Along with the way that they both drink. But he does the most sordid type of detection work. He's always tracking down husbands and wives in divorce cases. And many times he's gotten intimate with the women. I guess that when they were a little short on cash, he felt compelled to collect his rewards for services rendered another way."
"He does sound like some kind of character,"
Pam shook her head.
"Yes, he is. But I hope you don't want me to introduce him to you."
"Heavens no. How do you know them?"
"They live near me. Daisy has tried for a long time to get acquainted with me, and she's always trying to tell me her troubles. But I shy away as best I can. Why are you so curious about them? I mean, there are a lot more pleasant topics to discuss."
"I guess I might as well level with you," Pam sighed. "It's not a very pleasant admission to have to make, but my son Harold has been dating Daisy."
"Oh, the daughter," Betty nodded. "I don't suppose you're very happy about that." "I'm furious."
"She's a very good looking girl, but I've heard she's on the cheap side. I can't say I'd be all that surprised, because the parents certainly haven't afforded her any kind of a good example."
"No, I guess they haven't."
"Did you talk to Harold about this?"
"I told him that I didn't think that she was a good person for him to be dating."
"How did he react to that?"
"He got mad at me."
"Just the kind of reaction I expected from a strong willed young man," she nodded.
"I'll be perfectly frank with you. You've taken this a whole lot more calmly than I thought you would."
"I know the way that young men are," Betty replied. "You see, she is very good looking and a lot of the boys like her. But I wouldn't get all that upset. I think that he will just have a little fun with her, and that will be the extent of it."
"I don't want him to get deeply involved. I know how these things go, Betty. They start out harmlessly enough, but pretty soon they begin to build to a crisis point."
"Oh, I do think that this relationship will end before it gets to that point. After he's had an opportunity to date her a bit, I think that hell get bored with her."
"You really think so?"
"Yes, I really do," Betty said. "You've got to remember something about the younger generation. They don't want to be told a thing when they get to the age that Harold is. They want to be able to figure things out for themselves. I think that that young man of yours has a very good head on his shoulders, and he'll see the light in time."
"You sound very much like my husband. That's the way he was talking."
"Certainly. Charles is a sensible man, and he could see these things. I wouldn't get upset at all about any of this."
"O.K., perhaps you're right."
"Sure I am, dear. Don't worry about it"
"Maybe I have been playing the role of a doting mother," Pam laughed. "I noticed Harold didn't appreciate what he interpreted as prying on my part. Maybe I did go a little too far."
"Just relax, honey, that's the best thing," Betty smiled reassuringly.
"I suppose you're right."
As Pam got back to eating her food, she felt a little better about matters.
Pam felt that she had done the right thing by calling up her old friend Betty Stevens and having a heart to heart chat with her. Now she was already feeling a good deal better than she was previously.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Even though Pam still remained skeptical about Harold going out with Daisy Barnes, she did not get ruffled when he left the house late on a Saturday morning.
He didn't tell her where he was going, but she could tell from the gleam in his eye that he was going to see Daisy.
She watched him climb into his Firebird and drive away. He was enormously proud of his car, and Pam was able to tell the change in his overall attitude and the developing confidence that had taken place since Charles had bought it for him.
Charles was gone that weekend to a convention in San Francisco. She had had the opportunity to go with him, but did not feel like traveling that weekend. She wanted to just stay home and relax.
As Harold drove away, he was feeling very good about everything.
His team had won by better than twenty points the evening before, and he had scored twenty-three points in the victory.
Daisy had been very proud of him, and he had met her at the malt shop after the game, where they had celebrated by indulging in hot fudge sundaes.
Now he was going over to see her, and he wondered if her mother would be there.
As he pulled the car to a stop, he observed a car driving away across the street.
He barely got a look at the two people in the car. He recognized the woman sitting in the front seat as Daisy's mother.
He walked up to the apartment and knocked on the door.
"Come in, honey," he heard Daisy's voice boom cheerfully.
He walked inside the living room, observing Daisy wearing a white blouse and cream-colored shorts.
As he observed those beautiful legs once more, he couldn't help but get enormously hard.
"Oh, do you ever look good to me," he said, walking over toward her and planting a firm kiss on her lips.
Once he released his lips from hers, she looked at him and exclaimed: "Let's get smashed, baby." "Oh, I don't go that route." "Why notr
"I'm a basketball player. I have to stay in shape."
"Oh, hell. You can let yourself go a little. Is there a game tonight?" "No. You know there isn't." "I just figured I'd remind you of that fact. And when is the next game?" "It's next Wednesday afternoon." "And this is Saturday. Right?" "Right. What are you driving at?" "Just this. It's quite a while before the next game, honey. So why don't you let yourself go and have a little fun?"
"Oh, hell. I can get my juices high enough without having to get drunk."
"Come on now, baby. We can have a blast. I'll fix us scotch and water." "Wasn't that your folks that just drove off?" "That's right. They're going to the races. They won't be back till late tonight, if I know them. The old man will blow most of his money, then they'll get soused to forget about it." Is that what they usually do?"
"Get soused or go to the races?" "Either one."
"They do both quite a bit of the time," she laughed. "But to hell with them. We only need to be concerned about ourselves, honey. Isn't that right?"
"Yes, I guess that's true."
"Just sit down there on that sofa. I'm going to fix us a drink."
She fixed the drinks in a highly potent fashion, putting in a good deal more scotch than water.
Harold almost choked on the scotch the first few sips he took, but after a while he gradually though reluctantly grew accustomed to the taste.
After three drinks they both began acting very silly.
"Now I've got another surprise for you," Daisy said. "I'm going to get something else you're going to enjoy."
"What the hell are you going to get?" he asked with a giggle.
"Just wait and see."
She walked into the bedroom and took some marijuana cigarettes out of a dresser drawer. Then she returned to the living room, handing one to Harold.
"Now we can really get stoned," she winked.
"Come on, honey, I don't go that pot route."
"Some of your team mates sure do. I've been to pot parties with them."
"Maybe they do, but I never have."
"That's a shameful admission you have to make," she giggled. "Now's the time for you to start."
Harold watched as she slipped a cigarette between her lips, lighting it and taking a long drag.
"Ooooeeee, this is great smoking," she giggled. "If you think getting drunk is fun, just wait until you start smoking some pot."
As he sat there, she walked over and lit his cigarette.
"Come on and start smoking with me, honey, come on and smoke it," she encouraged.
She had been the aggressor all the way, planting the cigarette between his lips, then lighting it for him.
By that time he felt he could not turn away. He would just have to indulge a little. After all, he thought, if he didn't like it after taking a puff or two, he could always stamp the thing out and not smoke any more of it.
But the cigarette had a hypnotic effect on Harold. He took several puffs and was quickly transported into a dream world.
"Isn't this groovy, honey?" Daisy smiled.
"It's the strangest feeling I've ever had. I mean, I just can hardly believe it."
"I know. That's the initial reaction," she laughed. "But soon you're going to start getting used to it, and the more you get used to it, the better you're going to like it. I mean, this is really the super groovy way to have a good time."
Once they finished smoking the cigarettes, an idea emerged in Daisy's active brain.
"You know, I'd sure like to go swimming in that pool of yours," she giggled.
"I'll have to have you over to go swimming."
"Are your folks at home right now?"
"My old man is gone to a convention in San Francisco and my mother told me she would be going out this afternoon. She was a charity bazaar that she is presiding over. This women's club that she belongs to."
"Oh yes, Biddies Unanimous," Daisy burst into laughter.
"I know. I got trouble the other day by calling them a pack of old bags. That is, except for my mother."
"Yes, you certainly couldn't call her that," Daisy nodded. "She's really built. I hope that some day I'll have the satisfaction of possessing a body like hers."
"You're well on your way."
"I know. I just hope I can keep up the good work. She's really stacked. She's quite a beautiful Woman."
"She certainly is. My Dad sure thinks so too."
"He's a real lucky guy. Did you say that she will be gone?"
"Yes, that's right."
"Then why don't we go over there right now?"
"I feel a little too stoned to drive, darling," he laughed. "I mean, I'm seeing things in double."
"That sometimes happens," she nodded. "But you don't need to worry about a damned thing. I could drive your car for you."
"How do you feel?"
"Better than you, I guess."
"Now I don't want you to smash that car up. I'd feel terrible. I mean, it's my pride and joy."
"I realize that, honey. And I wouldn't think of doing anything like that. No, baby, I can handle it. I'm more experienced at drinking than you, and I'm a whole lot more experienced at smoking pot as well."
"Then I guess it would be o.k. I guess you can drive."
"Great. Let's go."
"Aren't you going to bring your bathing suit with you?"
"Of course not. I've got a better way to swim than that. You mean to say you were thinking of going in with bathing suits on?" Daisy looked at him and laughed.
"It has been done that way, you know."
"Yeah, maybe by a lot of uninitiated squares. But I don't go that route. I'm a skinny dipper, baby, that's really the only way to fly, as far as I'm concerned."
"You mean with no clothes on at all?"
"That's what skinny dipping means," she laughed. "Come on, love, let's go."
Harold could hardly get over it. This girl was willing to do just about anything and everything in the name of experiencing kicks.
She got behind the wheel of the car and took it around the corner at a speedy pace.
"Take it a little easier around the corners," he cautioned.
"You really are a worry wart," she laughed. "Just lie back and relax, dearie, and I'll have you home in minutes."
"I just don't want you to smash the car up."
"I won't."
"And I don't want us to wind up getting a ticket or anything." "You really are a worry wart. I can see that
I've still got a lot of changing to do with you."
"Maybe so," he shrugged. "Maybe you're right I don't know."
"Well, I know one thing. I know that the only thing that's really important in life is experiencing kicks. That's what we're going to do. We're going to have one helluva blast."
A few minutes later she drove the car up into the driveway. Harold heaved a sigh of relief, knowing that they had made it home in one piece.
"Let's go right back there and start swimming now," she laughed, getting out of the car and running into the backyard.
Harold jogged along behind her.
"Don't you want to change in the house?" he asked.
"Of course not" she chuckled. "I'd like to change out here, baby. That means, baby, I'm going to have a blast. We're going to have a great time. Just wait until we skinny dip. There's nothing like it to turn a guy and a chick on."
"I know one thing about you. You really know all there is to know about turning on."
"In more ways than one," she chuckled. "I turn on with pot, I turn on with booze, but most important of all, I turn on with hard cocks."
"I guess that's why you turn on with me. As long as I'm around you, I've got a perpetual hard-on."
"You've got it right now," she chuckled. 'I can see the outline of your trousers." "Yes, it shows up." "That it does," she laughed.
CHAPTER NINE
"Come on, honey, and let's undress," Daisy said laughingly.
Now Harold was watching hungrily as Daisy began to remove her shorts.
She quickly stepped out of them, then yanked down her panties, which she climbed out of.
"Now you can see my gorgeous pussy," she chuckled.
She then quickly removed her blouse and bra, after which she did a sprightly little dance.
"Look at me, sweetheart, young and free and naked," she laughed. "Come on and get those clothes off, honey. You're really acting like a prude, looking at me like that. Come on and get those clothes off. I want you to get completely naked. We're going to go swimming, honey, we're going to do a little skinny dipping."
"You're an absolute riot," he shook his head and laughed.
"You bet I am, honey, a real riot," she exclaimed. "Now come and join me. I want you to get those clothes off."
He looked around, still a little nervous of what he was about to do.
But soon he plunged in eagerly, quickly ripping off his clothes until he too was totally naked.
"Oh, you've got that nice hard-on as usual," she laughed. "Come on and let's get in a little swimming, darling."
He watched her jump into the pool and swim quickly the full length of it.
He moved quickly toward the pool, jumping inside and joining her as they moved up and down its full length.
"Doesn't it feel good to have that nice warm water against your naked body?" she looked at him and chuckled.
"Yes, it feels very pleasant. I just hope we don't get caught."
"Come on now. You're always so worried."
"Maybe I am a bit of a worry wart," he laughed. "Now, that's the way I am, I guess."
"But you don't have to continue being that way, honey."
"No, I guess I don't."
They swam several more lengths of the pool, after which they both came to a rest in the shallow end.
"I feel like balling," she exclaimed.
"You want to go to bed?"
"Of course not, dear. I'd like to ball right here, now."
"In the pool?"
"Yes. Haven't you ever balled a chick in a swimming pool before?"
"No, I can't say that I have."
"You're really missing out on some of the true necessities of life."
"Maybe so. But now I've got you around, so I shouldn't be missing out on much more."
"That's right, dearie. Just leave it to little Daisy. I'll show you the ropes alright."
"O.K., so what do you want me to do?"
"I'd like for you to just sprawl out on the edge of that pool. I'll take care of the rest."
"What do you propose to do to me? Are you going to rape me or something?"
"That's right, I'm going to rape you," she threw her head back and laughed. "That would be the day when little Daisy rapes a big strong basketball player like you."
"I'd never tell on you if you did."
"You bet your sweet butt you wouldn't," she chuckled. "You're too horny for sex with me."
"As a matter-of-fact, that's right. I really am."
"I think I'll play with that penis of yours," she said.
"You're welcome to. I'm sure that it's enticing you, being as long as it is right now."
"It is. All I want you to do is spread those legs of yours now, honey. I'll take care of the rest."
"I'll just bet you will."
"Just watch. Watch my finger work."
"Yeah. I sure will. And with great interest."
She reached out with her right hand and took hold of his penis tip.
She ran her fingers over the tip of the long organ, ever so slowly, standing there and smiling while the temperatures rose within him.
Now he was really beginning to feel the sensations from those finger efforts that she was supplying. Back and forth those fingers went to work, and as they did so, he was becoming increasingly hotter.
"Just keep the fingers going, darling, oh, keep them going," he said. "Oh, I wish you'd play with my balls too. Play with my cock, play with my balls, really turn me on, sweetheart."
"I'm going to get you so hot you're not going to know which end is up."
"I'm feeling about that way right now."
"Just hang in there, honey, because we're going to have a blast together," she chuckled. "There's something about your style that I definitely dig."
"The feelings are mutual, sweetheart."
"Oh, yes."
Now those fingers were working ever so eagerly around his long cock. And as they continued to maneuver so effectively, she was manipulating the fingers of her left hand around his balls.
Now he could really feel the excitement throughout his entire body. It was shooting through him like electrical currents, pushing him that much closer toward orgasmic achievements.
"Oh, keep the fingers moving," he said. "Keep working them fast, baby. I really like what you are doing. Oh, keep them going, honey, oh, I like those finger movements."
"I wish that you'd cup your fingers around my butt while I'm doing that for you."
"Sure, I'd be glad to."
"That way we can both be achieving some hot sensations." "O.K., we'll do that."
He reached out with both hands and grabbed a hold of her buttocks. He squeezed them over so eagerly, grinning broadly as those fingers went to work with systematic grace around her hot ass-cheeks.
"Oh, that really does something for me," she said. "I feel so good with you working those fingers around that way. Just keep up that same hot action, baby. I really like it. Oh, you really know where it's at, sweetheart. You really do. Keep those fingers going, oh, keep them going."
Now they were both manipulating their fingers with great speed and perseverance around each other. While she was maneuvering her fingers around his cock and balls, he in turn was providing her ass-cheeks with a good deal of sensation in the form of his finger movements.
Now he knew that it wouldn't be much longer before he had to explode his juices into her.
"You're really getting me hot down there between my legs," he exclaimed. "Come on, honey, I guess you'd better put that tongue to work now. I'm really feeling torrid down there. Oh, am I ever hot, darling, I just couldn't be any hotter."
"O.K., so I guess I'd better start going down on you."
"I guess so, sweetheart. That's the name of the game. When a guy gets that hot, he needs some hot licking to get him off."
"I'm great when it comes to this tongue stuff."
"You certainly are."
"You cock does something beautiful to me."
"Then let's have our own symphony." "Yes, a nice tongue symphony. All we need is a hot tongue and a hot cock to go along with it." "That just about sums it up." "It certainly does."
She worked her fingers around his balls, continuing to toy with them as she let her tongue go to work on the edge of his cock.
"Oh I like the way you're starting," he nodded. "Keep up those actions, baby. That's good, very good, I like what you're doing."
As that tongue continued to maneuver its way around the tip of his long sturdy cock, he reached out and began to toy with her breasts.
She liked the fact that his fingers were manipulating quickly over her hot tits, and the longer that he toyed with the breasts and nipples, the better she liked it as she worked that tongue around the tip of his penis.
Back and forth she was manipulating that tongue, and now she was beginning to step up the efforts ever so slightly, working the tongue quicker than before.
"Keep up that licking, baby. Oh, keep up that fervent licking," he exclaimed. "Oh, I love your pace, I love your style, I love the way you work that tongue over my cock. Come on and keep on working, baby, keep on working at a devastating level. I love what you're doing to me, oh, I feel the itch all the way down to my toes. That tongue of yours is operating in a fervent fashion. Oh, it's just working beautifully, darling, oh, it's working so well. Just work your tongue around there, baby, oh, work it, I love it, I love what you're doing, work the tongue around."
Now she was extending her movements, running that tongue all the way up and down the entire length of that fervent cock.
The longer that the tongue applied itself, the better the feelings that circulated throughout his entire body.
Now she was really going to work, exercising that tongue in a perfect fashion, sliding it up and down the length of his enormous rod.
"Oh, what great suction," he laughed. "You're fantastic, honey. Oh, I'm going to toy with those nipples. I'm going to play with them. Oh, oh, yes, I'm going to play with those tits of yours."
Now he was kicking at the water, splashing against it with his toes as the licking movement continued.
Back and forth she continued to demonstrate her tongue expertise, working the hot tongue in a blazing fashion, determined to swallow some of his hot juices.
He worked his fingers around her breasts for quite some time, then removed his fingers from them and let them go to work against her hair.
He slid those fingers eagerly around her hair as she kept on bobbing her head up and down as she exercised her tongue vigorously over his flaming penis.
"Lick it, darling, oh, lick it, move that tongue around," he gasped. "Oh, it won't be long now. Just keep that hot tongue going, oh, keep it working, darling, don't let up one bit, oh, lick me, move that tongue around, tongue me, tongue that hot cock, oh, tongue it, baby, oh, work it around there."
Now his feet were kicking inside the water, and he was splashing up quite a commotion as she put on the finishing touches of the act.
Now her fingers were probing skillfully over his bulging balls as she moved him that much closer to climax.
"Oh, the fire is really getting out of control," he laughed. "Oh, the itch is something, oh, baby, am I ever itching down there. Oh, I've just got to explode, oh, there's no other way, oh, the action you're giving me, sweetheart, just keep it up, just keep it up for a few more seconds. Keep on stroking that tongue of yours. Work that tongue around, baby, oh, work it around, oh, work it fast against my cock. Oh, keep playing with those balls. That's it, darling, play with the balls, work those fingers around my hot balls. Lick me, baby, oh, lick me, lick my cock, oh, get me off, baby, oh, bring me off, I'm practically there, keep up that action, oh, you're getting me so close."
Now he was reduced to a series of panting gasps as he could feel that torrid cycle beginning to come to a dramatic head.
He could feel the tremendous itch down there in his penis and balls as she kept on licking at such a hot devastating clip.
"Lick me just a little more," he said. "Mouth me, darling, oh, mouth me, work that tongue around there, baby, oh, work it, darling, work the tongue. Oh, work that hot tongue. I'm just about there, darling, just about there. Work it around, baby, oh, lick me, lick me, work that hot tongue. Oh, work it, darling, oh, work it."
Now he could stand the action no more. He had been pushed to the point of devastating climax.
A few preliminary droplets of hot white cum shot out of the end of his penis. It served as a reminder to her of what she would be receiving in a far more voluminous fashion in just a few more seconds.
"Keep going, you've just about got me there, keep going," he gasped. "Come on and lick, baby, oh, get it all out of there, sweetheart, get out every drop of hot juice from that penis of mine."
Now he was massaging her hair ever so briskly as the voluminous droplets of hot jissum began to shoot out of the end of his penis.
"Oh, the itch is unbearable," he said. "Oh, I'm orgasming, baby, oh, it's shooting out of there, baby, oh, that cock juice is shooting out of my penis. Come on, honey, go after it, go after the hot gooey liquid. Eat it, baby, eat it, eat that juice. Oh, eat every drop of it, darling, oh, go for it, baby, I want it, I need you to eat me. Oh, stay with it, darling, stay with it"
Now he was letting his fingers clamp a hold of her head as she did her best to swallow every conceivable drop of orgasmic liquid that bolted out of the end of his long penis.
She attacked his spear with great diligence, gasping as she went after every drop.
"Oh, you're great, you're doing it, baby, you're really getting it, baby," he encouraged. "Keep it up, darling, Oh, go after that cock juice, baby, oh, go after it, honey, eat it, eat every drop, darling, oh, go after it honey, oh, sweetheart you're great, baby, oh, you really like that hot white cum."
She finally withdrew her tongue from hia cock, a big smile surfacing on her lips.
"That was really a delicious load," she said. "I liked it even better than the one you gave me in your car that day." "I guess we really clicked that time." "I guess we did. Now I want to kiss you." "Please be my guest." "Thank you."
Now she allowed her lips to plunge devastatingly against his. She reached down and ran her fingers soothingly over his ass-cheeks as their lips continued to lock in blazing glory.
She finally removed her lips from his. As she did so, she decided to go back to work on that penis of his.
She began to tug at the tip of his long organ, which had gone down ever so slightly subsequent to that magnificent orgasm.
Back and forth those fingers of hers worked, and as they did so, he was beginning to once more feel the same kind of devastating passion that had been circulating through his entire body prior to that last episode.
"I want you to fuck me in the water," she said. "My desire is to get that cock of yours very hard, then let you cut loose inside my mound."
"That should be a sheer delight," he laughed.
"How would you like me to get started right now?"
"No, let's nurse things along a little," she said. "I'd like to move those fingers over your cock a while and get you hot. Then we'll be able to get into the actual fucking."
"You really do believe in doing things thoroughly, don't you?" he threw his head back and laughed.
"You're damned right I do, baby. When I get drunk, I get drunk right, and when I get gassed on pot, I'm doing it just right. And when I fuck a man, you can be damned sure I do it right."
"That's quite a motto."
"You bet it is."
He looked at her proudly as she kept oh maneuvering those fingers of hers around his great penis.
The faster that she put those fingers to work, the better that he liked it. It made him feel very good to know that such a lovely girl, a young woman who was in such great demand at school, preferred him to so many of the other guys.
"Cut loose with those fingers of yours," he exclaimed. "Work them around there, baby."
"I wish you would play with my tits. It turns me on when you do that, darling."
"Then I guess I'd better do it."
"Please do, baby. Please work those fingers around my tits." "O.K., get ready."
"Oh, yes, sweetheart. I'm as ready as I'll ever be." "That's good."
Now he went to work with those fingers of his, putting them to work ever so eagerly around her breast.
"Oh, that's nice, so nice," she sighed.
CHAPTER TEN
Pam was happy to be getting away from the hotbed of excitement.
Her friend Betty Stevens had come over to take her place. Things were very hectic at the charity bazaar, and Pam didn't like the frenzied moments.
She enjoyed relaxation much more, so when Betty arrived, she greeted her with a relieved grin.
"O.K., Betty, it's your responsibility now," she said, stepping from behind the booth where she was standing.
"O.K., I came to bail you out, dear."
"Thank you very much. I'm glad somebody is willing to share time with me."
"Glad to help."
"Well have to have lunch again next week," a grateful Pam said, as she began to walk away. "O.K., sounds good."
"Goodbye now." "'Bye, dear."
"If you need me for anything, you can call me at home."
"O.K., but I think I'll be able to keep things pretty well in hand."
"I think you will," Pam nodded.
With great relief, Pam walked into the parking lot, got into her car, and drove leisurely back home.
She observed the Firebird in the driveway. It made her feel relieved. She decided that with Harold at home in the afternoon, there was no danger of him being with that girl.
Of course, the more she thought about it, the more she came to the conclusion that Betty had been right Perhaps she had been a little bit too harsh on her son. He knew how to handle himself, and if Daisy was as bad as she feared, then he would know how to handle her in a tactful way.
Pam walked into the house, looking around, then calling out to her son.
"Harold, where are you?" she asked.
She checked every room in the house, then decided to check the backyard. After all, she thought, they did have a nice swimming pool, and with it being warm and all, it certainly was within the realm of possibility that her vigorous young athletic son would be utilizing the pool.
Just as she was about to step out the back door, she looked out the window and observed an unfamiliar sight that practically took her breath away.
She leaned forward in dumbfounded amazement and looked out the window, observing what was occurring.
As she stood there watching the developing action, she observed her young son plunging his body forward as he prepared to enter inside Daisy's hot vagina.
Daisy was backed up against the edge of the pool, her legs kicking eagerly as she prepared to be entered by him.
At first Pam became so incensed that she decided to go out and put a stop to this terrible nonsense. But as she observed her son thrusting his body forward and delivering those penis stabs in the direction of Daisy's flaming and willing mound, she thought differently.
Pam was standing there in an hypnotic trance, watching her son continue to plunge his penis ever so eagerly inside the hot mound of Daisy.
"Oh, plunge it into me," Daisy was gasping.
All the while an enchanted Harold was plunging his erect instrument into her at an ever deepening level, enjoying what was occurring.
He was totally immersed in his own dreamy, insulated world, not having the faintest notion that his mother was at that very moment watching him through the window.
"Oh, plunge it into me, oh, I like your stroke action," Daisy said. "Keep on driving that rod of yours into me, darling, oh, do I ever like that. Plunge that penis, baby, oh, yes, drive it into me. Oh, keep it going, darling, oh, I like it, honey, oh, I like it, drive that penis in there."
Now he was letting his fingers toy with her ass-cheeks while he kept up that stirring cock action.
Back and forth he was driving that hot tool of his, and the longer that he kept it up, the better that they both liked it.
He had to admit that Daisy was a regular genius when it came to knowing just what it would take to turn a person on in the act of screwing.
He liked the splashing water, and knowing that he was splashing in it nakedly made him feel all the sexier, all the more eager as he kept on plunging that penis ever so vigorously inside of her mound.
"Drive it in there, honey, keep driving it," she said.
"Am I working the cock fast enough?"
"Yes, the tempo is perfect."
"That's good. I like that"
"You like to please me?"
"I live to please you, sweetheart."
"That's good. Oh, yes, baby, oh, I like that."
"Yes, indeed, honey, I just love plunging that penis into your mound."
Now he was squeezing her ass-cheeks with great conviction as he continued to plunge that penis devastatingly inside her mound.
As he kept on plunging, she reached out and grabbed his chest. She loved touching his firm skin as he kept on driving that penis diligently inside her hot mound.
"Drive it in there," she sighed. "Oh, keep plunging, baby, keep on firing away, oh, fire away, baby, drive it into me, oh, I love what you are doing, I love the way you're turning me on. Oh, keep on turning me on, honey, oh, keep on plunging that spear into me."
"You just keep on talking like that, and you know I'm going to turn on. I love hearing you say things like that. It's the greatest pep talk a guy can get. Just perfect pep talk. Oh, I'm really driving that thing into you now, darling, I'm really loving it"
"Just keep it up."
Back and forth he was sliding that stick of his, pushing ever closer to the big moment of climax.
"Ah, I'm just about there now," he said. "Just keep that beautiful body of yours maneuvering just the way it is."
"You like the way my ass-cheeks are flipping around there?"
"I love it Keep those ass-cheeks flipping, I love that beautiful body of yours. Oh, I like your hot mound, I really love plunging my penis into it"
"Oh yes, we're really turned on."
"Yeah, oh, we're really turning on."
As he moved that penis ever more vigorously, moving into the final few stages preceding climax, a stunned Pam continued to watch the sex action.
At first she had been horrified by the entire ordeal, but the longer that she watched them, the more enchanted she became with his entire body, and the manner in which he was putting it to use.
It made her feel shameful to recognize that she was feeling hot down there between her legs from watching her son continue to pummel Daisy with his lengthy rod.
The longer she watched, the more she recognized that he was a fantastic screw, and that she couldn't help but wonder just how convincing he would be provided he had the opportunity to give her the same action.
"Oh, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me," Daisy said. "I'm getting set for climax, darling."
"Let's try and get off together."
"Oh, that would be fine with me."
"O.K., flip that tongue of yours around inside my mouth."
"O.K., darling, anything you say."
"I think it would get us that more excited to French. Don't you?"
"I think that that would be the perfect climax, along with the fucking."
"O.K., then let's do it."
"Coming right up."
He let his tongue collide with hers. Back and forth the tongues met with devastating grace. And the passions were multiplying in both of their bodies as he kept up those fervent stabs, driving that penis into her with steady rhythm.
Now he could tell from the way that her body was shaking that she was about ready to orgasm. So he pushed and plunged that penis in her all the more rapidly, determined to provide her with the best possible orgasm.
He finally released his tongue from her mouth, exclaiming:
"I'm going to shoot it off, I'm going to shoot my cock off."
"Oh, I'm orgasming, I'm orgasming right now."
"Brace yourself, baby. Brace yourself for my explosion."
"Oh, yes, honey, I will. Oh, I really will."
"Ah, this is going to be great."
"Hang on."
Now he heaved a lengthy sigh, and as he did so, he wrapped his fingers around her ass-cheeks, letting those fingers clutch with great desire.
"Oh, I feel the juice coming," she gasped. "Drive it in my mound, baby. Oh, I love it. Oh, come on, drive that hot cock in there. Oh, I feel so good, it feels great, darling, oh, what a fuck, what a great fuck."
Pam watched until the very end. She observed them as they kissed, then got out of the pool.
As they began walking toward the house, she moved off quickly, deciding to get into her car and drive away.
The idea terrified her of actually confronting him in the act. She certainly would have to take up this matter with her son at some future point in time, but she didn't want to do it right then and there.
She had tears of frustration in her eyes as she climbed into her car and drove off.
She was already one half block away from the house by the time that they entered the house with their clothes in their hands.
"How'd you like a warm shower?" he asked.
"I hope your mother won't be home anytime soon."
"You'd better get a shower quickly, then I'll follow you. After that, I'll take you back. We don't want to take any chances."
"I guess we don't," Daisy giggled. "Not when we've got something this beautiful going. Would your mother get that uptight if she knew we were balling in the swimming pool?"
"She'd probably have a heart attack," he shook his head. "Either that or she'd ring both of our necks."
"That bad?"
"Yeah. She can be funny about things like that." "No fooling?" "I kid you not, honey."
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Pam had mixed feelings as she watched her son perform on the basketball court.
She was enormously proud of him, but every time that she looked just a couple of rows away at an admiring Daisy Barnes who was watching him every bit as starry eyed as she was, it made her feel resentful of the young girl.
In addition to feeling resentful toward Daisy, Pam couldn't help but feel disappointed about her son having engaged in a sex orgy with Daisy nude in the backyard swimming pool.
Thoughts continued to flash in her mind about the swimming pool episode, and the longer she thought about it, the more frustrated the whole thing made her feel.
She found herself observing Daisy about as often as she was watching her son, and the longer she focused her eyes on Daisy, the greater the degree of resentment that began to build within her entire body.
The basketball game was going particularly well, with her son's team winning easily. Harold was having one of his finest games, and every time that he made a difficult shot, the rooting section would burst into loud applause. She only wished that she could feel the same kind of unrestrained exuberance that everybody else was feeling, but it was impossible for her to feel that way. She was too frustrated over what was happening between her son and Daisy Barnes, and having Daisy sitting not that far from her made matters appear all the more frustrating.
The game finally came to an end, and she left the stands, waiting for her son outside the dressing room.
Charles had driven her to the game while he was on his way back to his office. He told her to express his regrets over the fact that he was unable to see the game. It bothered him that he would have to go back to work, but it made him feel good to know that his wife was able to observe her son in action.
As Harold came walking out of the dressing room, she observed Daisy Barnes come running toward him.
"Oh, darling, what a great game," she swooned. "Please kiss me, honey."
"Gladly, sweetheart"
Now Pam's face was reddening with anger as she watched her son deliver a smoldering kiss to Daisy's lips.
Several of Harold's team mates walked past, observing the kissing lovers with great interest.
Pam was smoldering as she watched them continue to kiss. She didn't like being in that awkward predicament, where other people could observe her there watching her son kiss Daisy.
It was Harold who finally released his lips from Daisy's.
"That was quite a kiss," he said, still not observing his mother standing not far away.
"That's for a winner. You deserve a kiss like that, baby, playing the kind of game you did."
"Thank you, darling. I love you for that."
"Let's go have a hamburger," she suggested.
"That would be fine."
At that point Pam decided that she would intervene. It made her angry to hear Daisy propositioning her son for a date.
"Excuse me," she said abruptly.
"Oh, hi, Mrs. Murray," Daisy smiled.
"Mom, I didn't see you," Harold grinned crookedly.
"Wasn't that a great game that he played ? "' Daisy looked at Pam and smiled. "He was really great. He couldn't have been any better."
"Right now I'm not in the mood to talk about basketball," Pam snapped. "I need a ride home, Harold."
"Oh, gee, Mom, you don't mind if I take Daisy along? I was going to take her out."
"You see, your father dropped me off," Pam said, obviously nettled. "Now I need a ride home. I didn't think that you had other plans."
"But you don't mind if Daisy rides along, do your
"That's o.k., Harold," Daisy smiled, a bit uncomfortably. "I can find a way home with friends. You take your mother home."
"I hope that I'm not inconveniencing you, Harold," Pam said sarcastically.
"Gosh no, Mom, it's just that I didn't realize you'd need a ride home."
"I'm sorry that my car happens to be tied up in the garage today. If I had known it would have been this kind of a problem, believe me, I wouldn't even come," she began raising her voice.
"Look, I don't want to be any bother," Daisy said, backing away. "I'll see you later, Harold."
"Look, Daisy, I'll meet you over at your place after I drop Mom off."
"O.K., fine. Nice seeing you, Mrs. Murray."
Pam ignored Daisy, deliberately turning her head away so that she would not even acknowledge Daisy's closing smile.
"Let's go," Pam snapped.
"Gosh, Mom. Whatever is causing you to act like this?"
"I don't like that little slut," Pam exploded.
"Don't call her that," he replied quickly. "I happen to think an awful lot of Daisy."
"That's highly unfortunate for you. It doesn't demonstrate very much in the way of good taste on your part."
"That's a low blow."
"No, it's not a low blow at all. It just happens to be a truthful statement." "It is not"
"Don't think that it didn't make me angry standing there while you were kissing that girl." "I didn't see you."
"Would it have made any difference if you had?"
"Certainly it would," he said.
They got into the car and he drove off.
Harold was now obviously upset over the manner in which his mother had been talking to him.
"I was beginning to wonder if you weren't more concerned about her than you were me," Pam said. "As a matter-of-fact, I think I've come to a conclusion. You are more interested in her than you are in me. As unfortunate as that is."
"What makes you say that?"
"The way you've been acting. You wanted her to ride along. I don't care to ride home with her."
"What have you got against her? I thought that she acted very sweet to you. I was sorry to see you act so rude. She's a sensitive girl and I know that it shook her up."
"I'm so sure that it did," Pam burst into sarcastic laughter. "That will be the day when you shake that little scum up."
"I said I don't like what you're saying," Harold snapped. "She's not scum. As a matter-of-fact, I think I love her."
"That's absolute insanity."
"Think what you like, Mom. I think a lot of that girl."
"What would you do if I told you that I saw something the other day?" Pam turned on him, staring at him spitefully as he continued driving down the street.
"What did you see?"
"I saw that disgusting spectacle when you two were sloshing around in the water naked."
Now he suddenly turned pale and his fingers began to tremble. He was barely able to control himself enough to continue his driving.
"I don't know what you mean," he shook his head. "What did you think?"
"Don't play dumb with me, young man. I saw you having sex with that girl. You both acted like you were pretty drunk. What were you two on?"
"We had a few drinks." "Oh, really?"
"Yeah. What does that hurt?"
"Did you have any grass?"
"Why do you ask that?"
"Because it's the type of thing that I think she would probably do. You and that terrible girl."
"Yes, we had some grass," he admitted.
"I thought so. Was it your idea?"
"Yes, it was my idea," he said unconvincingly.
"No, it wasn't, you liar. It was her idea. It was her idea, wasn't it?"
"I'm not answering."
"You as good as answered," Pam said. "Sure, she got you drinking and smoking pot. But yet you defend her right to the letter. You say that she's a fine girl and you think that you are in love with her."
"I don't claim she's perfect," he exclaimed. "I don't claim that at all. But, gosh, Mom, she is awfully sweet to me, and she's so pretty."
"Beautiful women have been the cause of ruination of many men throughout history." Pam observed. "So don't be telling me that she's pretty. That isn't saying one solitary thing about her human characteristics."
"Well, take it from me. She's a good gal."
"Right now I wouldn't be willing to take much of anything from you," Pam replied. "I'm disgusted over the way you've been acting. You've been acting in a very disgusting manner. As a matter-of-fact, I'm at a loss to say much of anything to you at this point."
"Go easy on me, Mom. I'm not perfect. Nobody's perfect. Not Daisy, not me, not even you."
"I never claimed to be perfect," Pam said, "but if there's one thing I always possess it's a certain degree of self-respect. You never caught your mother acting cheap, and you've never heard anything about anybody saying anything to that effect. No, my dear, I don't act that way. I don't believe in that type of thing and when I see a young girl that dresses the way that Daisy does and acts the way that Daisy does, I can't help but get sickened at my stomach. That's the way I feel about this whole thing, and nothing is going to change my mind."
"I'm sorry you feel that way," he shook his head sadly.
"Yes, it is tragic, isn't it? For you, anyway."
A still rattled Harold pulled the car into the driveway.
They got out of the car and entered the house.
As Pam sat down on the sofa and looked at her son soberly, he turned away and walked nervously toward the door.
"I did say that I was going to meet Daisy," he said.
"I heard you."
"Then I guess I'd better be going. I don't know what time I'll be back, so you and Dad can go ahead and have dinner without me."
"Come back here," she exploded. "Come back here and sit down."
"Why are you talking to me like this?" he slid into a chair. "I'm not ten years old anymore."
"You act like you're about six rather than sixteen," she exploded. "I'm very disgusted over the way you are acting, young man. I thought you had so much class. Then you had to go ahead and disappoint me by going with somebody like Daisy."
"Who should I be going with?" he asked sarcastically.
"When I set about to give you a few suggestions, you told me that I was prying into your business."
"I definitely believe that," he nodded. "Yeah, that's right, that's absolutely right. But just the same, I reacted out of anger right now. I just wondered just who you would be suggesting."
"Do you want to hear some names?"
"Go ahead."
"There's Anna Marks, for one."
"We just don't hit it off."
"Maybe because you never tried."
"Maybe because she just doesn't happen to turn me on."
"But Daisy does, of course," Pam said sarcastically. "I guess water does seek its own level."
"You're making some sarcastic remarks."
"I think it's about time somebody tried to straighten you out."
"I'm sick of this," he shook his head. "I'm leaving."
"Please don't," she exclaimed, suddenly beginning to sob.
"What's wrong, Mom? I mean, it hurts me to have you acting this way."
"Oh, it hurts me to do it too," she said. "Come here, darling."
He sat down next to her on the sofa. As he looked into her misty eyes, he couldn't help but be impressed by her beauty.
He recalled how impressed Daisy said she was with Pam. The longer he looked at his mother, the more beautiful she appeared.
She was just a shade younger than forty, but you never would know it to look at her. She had a stunning youthful air about her that he couldn't help but find fascinating.
Now he reached out and was holding onto her. He was letting his arms slip around her waist.
"Oh, you look so beautiful," he exclaimed.
His heart began to pound unaccountably, and he couldn't help but wonder just what was happening to him.
Now he leaned his head forward and delivered a devastating kiss to her lips.
He had kissed his mother before, but never like this. This was a highly impassioned kiss, the kind that he generally reserved for Daisy.
Their lips continued to lock for several long seconds, after which he finally broke their kiss.
He looked into her eyes.
"Oh, Mom."
She swooned, after which he reached with his right hand inside her blouse.
Now he was running his fingers against her breasts, squeezing them with great eagerness. He had to admit that they were even better breasts than Daisy's, a little bigger and a little more firm.
Back and forth he let those fingers slip against her breasts, and as he did so, she began to quiver.
"Oh, Harold, it feels so good," she gasped. "I can't get over it, honey, oh, it feels so good when you move those fingers around my breasts."
"I know, it feels so great to me too. I can't get over it. It's such a wonderful sensation. Oh, it's so nice, so very nice. I can't help but feel good running my fingers around your breasts."
Pam knew that what was happening was wrong, but she felt powerless to change the course of action that was developing as they sat next to each other on that sofa.
Those fingers kept on working ever so eagerly as he let them go to work on her breasts.
"Oh, let's go in the other room," she finally exclaimed.
"What other room, Mom?"
"Let's go into the bedroom. My bedroom."
"O.K., anything you say," he exclaimed.
They got up from the sofa slowly, walking into her bedroom arm in arm.
They were both in the midst of a trance, unable to fully fathom what was transpiring between them.
She climbed into the bed, closing her eyes as she felt her strong son applying his fingers to her blouse.
She felt his fingers undoing the buttons. He undid the blouse, then released it from her.
His fingers then went to work unhooking her bra.
"Oh, take it off, dear, take it off," she exclaimed softly.
She was in the midst of a trance, powerless to do anything about the march of events. He undid that bra, tossing it to the floor, then let his fingers go to work on her nipples.
He let the fingers toy ever so eagerly against those nipples, and the longer that those fingers went to work against them, the more urgently her body began to tremble as she lay there on that bed.
"Oh, my dear, work those fingers," she sighed. "Keep working them. Take off my clothes, darling, oh, remove them. I want you to take them off. Oh, I want to be free and naked. I want to be able to let myself go, lover. Oh, lover."
It felt strange to Harold the first few times to be referred to as lover, but he too was overwhelmingly stunned by what was occurring on that bed.
He let his fingers go to work on her skirt. He unzipped it with those trembling fingers, then he pulled the skirt off altogether.
Now his fingers began to go to work against her panties. He snapped the elastic several times, enjoying the sensations of letting those fingers come into contact blazingly with her panties.
Now he was sliding them down on her legs, and as he observed the beauty of her long stems, he became all the more impressed with her.
Daisy was right. She was a gorgeous young girl, but she still had a long way to go before she developed a figure that was quite as overwhelmingly stunning as that possessed by beautiful Pam.
Now he had the panties off her, and was letting the fingers of both hands work their way up and down her long legs. He liked to grab hold of those legs and squeeze them, enjoying the sensations of those brisk movements.
"Oh, keep clutching, darling, keep clutching those legs," she exclaimed. "Come on, lover, and make me happy. Make me happy, baby, oh, make me happy."
His fingers worked their way up and down her legs with great excitement. Then he finally released them, moving his fingers upward toward her breasts.
"Oh, that feels good too," she said. "I have nice tits, don't I, darling?"
"The best I've ever seen."
"Now you don't need to go overboard," she chuckled nervously, her body trembling with great urgency as she lay there on the bed.
"I'm not exaggerating one damned bit," he said emphatically. "You've got a beautiful body, honey, and I just love touching it."
"Just keep those fingers working over my breasts for a little while. I really like that."
"I think you'll like it too when I start putting my tongue to work on those tits of yours."
"That I'm really going to love."
"O.K., you've got the green light to do it any' time that you want."
"Oh, that sounds so good."
"Yes, and it's really going to feel good when
I feel that tongue of yours moving around my breasts. And I'm going to love it too when you move the tongue around my nipples. I love that kind of action, darling, and you're just the kind of man to supply it for me."
"Oh, baby, yes. I want that kind of hot action."
Now he removed his fingers from her breasts and let his tongue move ever so slowly over her left breast.
"Oh, that tit of mine feels so good with you running your tongue over it, darling. I think that's great," she gasped. "Come on and keep it up, honey, keep up that hot action. Oh, do I ever love that. Do I ever love that action. Come on and work that tongue around, baby, oh, work it good. Come on and work the tongue like a charm, sweetheart, oh, put it to work, baby, oh, darling, put the tongue to work. Move it quickly over that breast of mine."
Now he was working the tongue quicker than ever, letting it dart eagerly over her breast.
He loved letting that hot red tongue of his come into steady contact with that smooth, supple breast of hers. He could feel that hard cock of his becoming increasingly harder, and he knew that in just a short period of time he would have to unzip his trousers and pull out that throbbing prong of his so that he could have some brilliant sex action.
But for the moment he was letting things develop in a speedy, wonderful fashion. He let that tongue continue to slide over her nipple, as he kept things going at a beautiful level.
"Oh, keep it up, baby, keep it up," she gasped. "Don't let up, darling, oh, that tongue of yours. What a hot young man you are. You are even better in bed than you are on the basketball court, if that's possible."
After he had finished circulating his tongue eagerly for quite some time over her left breast, he moved his tongue over to her right, repeating the same torrid process.
Back and forth he was maneuvering that tongue, enjoying the spirited delight that they were sharing.
Back and forth he kept up those movements, and all the while her body was twisting and turning more quickly than ever.
He loved watching that beautiful body maneuver around on that bed, and he was looking forward to getting even more intimate with his beautiful mother.
"Oh, I'm just too hot," she sighed. "Go down there and lick my mound, baby, I want you to eat me. I want to explode my hot pussy juices inside your mouth. Come on and go down on me, darling, oh, go down on me, lick that hot mound of mine."
He released his tongue from her breast, then put his right hand to work on her mound.
Briskly those fingers went to work, stabbing ever so eagerly around her mound.
He maneuvered his fingers around her vagina for some time, then began to move his fingers against her clitoris.
"Oh, I'm itching, I'm itching all over," she gasped. "I love that, baby. Oh, I love the action you're providing me with."
"Should I start working the tongue now?"
"Oh yes, darling, work that tongue around. Come on and put that tongue of yours inside my box. I want you to move that tongue, baby, I want you to lick me. Come on, darling, and lick that hot mound of mine."
"O.K., if that's what you want, darling, then that's exactly what you're going to get."
"Oh, baby, that is what I want," she exclaimed. "Come on and turn it on. Turn it on with that tongue action.
"I don't know what's getting into me, but suddenly I feel quite like sixteen years old."
"You don't look any older than that," he smiled. "You're the best looking sixteen year old around."
"Oh, darling, thank you. Lick my mound, go down on me," she exclaimed. "Come on and work that tongue, darling, oh, I need it, I need that hot action. Work that tongue briskly over that pussy of mine. Put it to work, baby, oh, let that tongue of yours maneuver over my mound."
Now he went to work with the tongue efforts. He moved the tongue slowly in the beginning, preferring to let the tempo build gradually as he put that tongue loose inside her mound.
"Oh, work the tongue around, baby," she exclaimed. "Work it fast, honey, oh, I love it."
He decided to supply her with additional stimulation, so he ceased his tongue movements for a short period of time and began to work his teeth against her clitoris.
He enjoyed nibbling on her, and knew that as his teeth began to attack her love button, she would become all the more passionate.
"Oh, this is so wonderful," she said. "Just keep that up, baby, oh, I love what you're doing. Oh, don't let up even for a second. This is too much, baby, work that tongue of yours around, baby, work the teeth against me. Oh, keep it up, baby, I want to shoot, I want to shoot my pussy off inside your mouth. Oh, I'm itching too much down there, so start turning the tongue loose again. Oh, work that tongue around inside my mound."
Now he switched back to the licking efforts. Now he was working that tongue ever so gracefully around her mound. Back and forth he was driving it, working both of them toward a fever pitch of sexual excitement.
"Tongue me, baby, oh, tongue me," she erupted passionately. "Keep working that tongue now, baby, eat me, oh, go after my pussy juice. Oh, go after my load, darling, oh, come on and work that tongue, baby, oh, work it, oh, work the tongue, honey, work it fast, oh, don't hold back one bit, baby, work it around there, honey, oh, work it fast."
Now he was letting his hands maneuver around her ass-cheeks. He pinched them ever so devastatingly as his tongue continued to attack that hot mound of hers.
"Oh, play with my butt," she said. "Play with that nice ass of mine, sweetheart. Oh, I like what you are doing, I like the action you're giving me, keep that up, keep up those finger movements against my ass. Oh, honey, baby, work that tongue around, honey, oh, work it fast, darling, work it beautifully, baby, oh, keep working that tongue, darling, work the tongue fast, baby, oh, work it, work it, oh, work it."
Now he was pinching and licking with everything that he was worth, driving himself that much more quickly toward his great goal, that of eating her load.
"Oh, I'm getting ready to bolt now," she exclaimed. "I can't take too much more of this licking, baby, you're just too good at it. Oh, the way you're pinching my butt. Keep those fingers on my ass-cheeks, baby, oh, I'm itching all over, oh, I feel the sensations all over me, baby, it's too much what you're doing to me. Come on, honey, and keep it up, baby, oh, keep up that licking, oh, keep up that spirited licking."
As he moved into the closing stages of the act, his tongue continued to slide eagerly inside her hot moist mound. He moved his fingers dramatically from her buttocks to her breasts.
Now he was pinching her nipples with great anxiety as he continued to lick that hot blazing mound of hers.
"I'm like a furnace down there between my legs," she gasped. "So keep up that licking, baby. Oh, keep that sliding tongue of yours working around my mound. Come on, baby, keep that tongue going. Oh, I like that, honey, I really like that tongue of yours. Work it around there, darling, oh, work it fast, baby, oh, work that tongue. Oh, I like it, I like it, oh, I like that action, oh. slide that tongue around, oh, slide it around, oh I like it."
Now he knew that she was close to exploding. Her body would quiver every time that he would deliver a devastating series of tongue stabs against that mound of hers.
He liked the way her hips would grind back and forth, meeting his every forward stab as his tongue continued to dart devastatingly against her hot mound.
"Oh, I'm there, I'm there," she erupted.
Now her body was shaking, and the bed was rocking from their combined activity as the pussy juice shot out of her mound and into his mouth.
He received every drop of her passionate juices with great joy, and it made him feel good all over to know that he had licked her to climax.
"Oh, what a graceful tongue, what graceful tongue movements," she said. "Did you ever do a beautiful job, sweetheart, it just couldn't have been better. Oh, did I ever love what you did for me.
"It goes both ways," he smiled. "I never enjoyed it more than I did right then."
"That's good, baby, that's very good," she reached out and touched him under the chin.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Pam looked at her handsome son, and felt more and more drawn toward him.
Suddenly she was feeling like a young girl again. It was a physical and spiritual reawakening taking place at the same moment.
"I wish you'd kiss me, darling," she said.
She had become turned on all the more subsequent to the pussy licking that he provided for her. Now she just had to experience even more of his virile passions.
"I'd love to kiss you."
"Oh, you're so passionate."
"Around you I couldn't hope to be anything but that."
Now he leaned over and kissed her lips pul-satingly. The lips remained fervently locked, and as they were, he reached down and worked his fingers around her buttocks.
Her whole body was giving way under the tremendous onslaught, shaking vigorously as his lips continued to remain locked against hers.
Suddenly he released his lips from hers, looking at her with deep affection.
"O.K., what's next?" he asked.
"Oh, I wish you'd French with me, darling. I'd like to have that tongue of yours colliding against mine."
"You're every bit as hot as I am."
"Oh yes, I couldn't-be hotter."
"O.K., then we'll have to let tongue collide against tongue."
"Oh yes, we certainly will."
Now he leaned forward, letting that hot red tongue of his work its way down toward her mouth.
Back and forth he allowed that tongue of his to ripple ever so enthusiastically against her tongue.
Back and forth he was keeping up those movements, providing her with the ultimate in satisfaction and thrills.
Their bodies were trembling ever so eagerly as they exchanged tongue stabs. Back and forth they kept up that eager activity.
As his tongue continued to splash against hers, he reached out and grabbed her ass-cheeks.
He pinched and squeezed them ever so affectionately as his tongue continued to stab and race against hers.
Now he moved his tongue from her mouth, anxious to proceed on to some more hot action.
"Just look at that cock of mine," he said, reaching down and unzipping his zipper and pulling out his erect instrument.
"It looks delicious, baby."
"Would you like to play with it a little bit?"
"Oh, yes. It would be an honor to touch that penis of yours."
"O.K., then there's no reason why you shouldn't do it."
"Oh, honey, there isn't. I'd like to go all the way with you, to provide you with all kinds of excitement."
"Now you're talking my kind of language."
"We really know how to make each other happy."
"Oh yes, we certainly do."
Now she reached out with her right hand and grabbed his penis. She worked her fingers up and down his entire rod, and as she did so, she smiled beautifully.
"Oh, I love touching this cock," she exclaimed.
"So do I. I like the way you're doing it."
"I suppose you want me to keep this up for a little while."
"I certainly do." "Oh, this is great."
"I guess we know how to make each other happy." "We certainly do."
Now those fingers were working with fervent grace around that hard cock. As the fingers made their way up and down his penis, she used her other hand to toy with his balls.
Back and forth those fingers went to work, and as they did so, he was content to just sit there and continue to get hot.
"Oh, work those fingers," he exclaimed. "Work them beautifully, baby. Oh, I really like what you're doing, honey, oh, I love that. Keep working those fingers around there, sweetheart, oh, work them."
So back and forth she kept on with that finger activity, and the longer that she kept those fingers working, the better that he felt.
"Oh, I want it, I want it," he gasped. "Just keep those fingers working."
She worked the fingers over his cock for several more long seconds, after which he decided that it was time for them to get into an even more intimate level of sexual communication.
"O.K., let go," he gasped.
"You said that like you were really uptight about something," she laughed.
"I am. I'm so hot I need to get my rocks off."
"That sounds fascinating."
"You'd better believe it," he exclaimed. "I want to get it off inside your pussy."
"Isn't that a little too daring?" she looked at him a little fearfully.
"And just why? Don't we love each other?"
"Sure. I can't ever remember being so excited, but, you have to remember. I am your mother. We can't forget that fact."
"The hell with it," he exclaimed. "It doesn't make any difference who you are. You're beautiful and I want to fuck you."
"Am I even more beautiful to you than Daisy?" she asked.
"Yes, you are. You are more beautiful to me than anybody."
"That's good. I'm glad to hear that, dear."
"It's the truth. Now would you mind if I fuck you?"
"No. I guess not. I guess that you should be able to do it to me in any way that you like."
"That's what I like to hear," he smiled.
"Come on, baby, now you're getting me excited just thinking about it."
"That's good. You ought to get excited thinking about it. It's going to be wonderful, baby, it really is. I'm going to give you some great sensations.".
"Oh, put that cock of yours to work," she exclaimed. "Now I can hardly wait. Now I'm just dying with curiosity to receive that cock of yours inside my mound. So start plunging it, baby, start plunging that cock of yours inside my mound."
"O.K., baby, and I'm going to kiss you while I'm doing it."
"Yes. Let's give ourselves every bit of pleasure."
"You're damned right."
Now his heart was pulsating feverishly as he allowed his lips to plunge against hers. All the while he looked down at that cock of his which was ready to commence its activity.
He liked the fact that he had such a huge organ, one that could easily impress a woman when he applied it properly.
He wanted to use that hot erect penis properly inside his mother's mound. It meant a good deal to him to provide her with the ultimate in sexual satisfaction and he was readying his tongue for the big moment, getting set to plunge inside her hot mound.
"Come on and fuck me," she gasped. "Oh, come on and drive it in there. Oh, I need it, I want it, come on and plunge that penis of yours inside my mound."
"Get set, honey, get set for some hot action."
"Oh, I'm torrid right now, oh, if you ever knew how much I was itching down there between my legs."
"I'm sure you're itching quite a bit."
"Oh, honey, I couldn't be itching any more."
"That's good. I'm glad about the way things are going."
"Keep it going, honey, drive that penis of yours inside me," she exclaimed. "I need it, honey. Oh, do I ever need it. Put that hot penis of yours to work inside me, baby."
"Get set honey."
"And I like those fingers of yours. I like the way you put those fingers of yours to work. I'd sure appreciate it if you would keep them going over my breasts or buttocks. You can pick up the action, honey, I really love the way things are with the two of us. We're so beautiful, we've got such magnificent communication. Let's keep it up, darling, let's keep up that fantastic communication."
"O.K., honey, I'll do that."
"Oh, honey, come on and drive that penis of yours in me, baby, I need it. Oh, do I ever need this hot penis action."
"O.K., darling, get set."
Now he was thrusting that penis of his forward. He was letting it slide inside her hot mound.
He liked the way her hips and buttocks flipped forward to meet his own forward movements.
"Oh, that's it, play right along with me," he said. "I like your movements, baby, I really love those movements. We could have a blast together, sweetheart, a real blast."
Now he was plunging that penis inside her mound energetically. At first he was being certain that he entered only the outer fringes of her pussy. He was enjoying those movements, the stimulating movements that he was driving forward inside that mound of hers.
"Oh, fuck me, fuck me," she gasped. "Oh, baby, are you ever good, are you ever great at plunging that penis there inside me. Come on and keep that ramrod of yours plunging. Oh, it feels so good, it feels so good the way you're letting it go to work inside that mound of mine. Keep up the hot action, darling, keep it up. I love it, I love what you're doing. Oh, baby, I really love what's going on here. Come on and plunge that dagger into me. Oh, what a hot dagger, oh, now you're entering more of me."
"I like the way you're flipping those hips around."
"Grab my legs, baby. I love to see you fingering them." "O.K., I can do that."
"Come on, honey, finger those legs. Finger the legs, finger the ass-cheeks, honey, come on and keep up this hot action. Oh, I love it, I love this kind of action. Turn me on, baby, turn me on as much as you can. Oh, yes, honey, let's keep up that action."
Now his movements were becoming increasingly more brisk as he strode forward relentlessly, plunging that penis inside her mound.
Back and forth he was keeping up that spirited level of activity, driving that hot dagger-like penis of his around inside her mound.
His mammoth organ was arousing him no end as he continued plunging it ever deeper inside her mound. Now he was grinding it into her with everything he had, plunging forward as he kept up that hot, fervent activity.
"Come on and grind it," she sighed. "And I wish that you'd put that tongue of yours to work, darling. Come on and put that tongue of yours to work against my breasts. I'd really love it if you'd play with my tits while you're going to work on my mound."
He sank his tongue into the shadowy valley that separated those pendulous breasts. He licked at a feverish clip while he continued to plunge that erect rod deep inside her mound.
Back and forth he kept up the spirited licking, and after he had satisfied himself by licking a good deal between her breasts, he started to put his tongue to work on her breasts themselves. He commenced his action by working his tongue around her left breast. He worked at a quick pace, working the tongue back and forth eagerly. Then, he began to work the tongue around her right breast, moving the tongue at the same speedy, deliberate pace.
"Oh, keep that up," she exclaimed. "I really love what you're doing, baby. You're great, honey, oh, you're simply great. Work that tongue around, sweetheart, oh, work it around. Ah, oh, I really like those tongue movements. I love it, darling, oh, I just love what you are doing to me."
The longer that he kept up his skilled movements, the more hot he became. Now her legs were reduced to trembling spasms as he kept up the fervent activity.
He finally released his tongue from her breasts. He let his fingers of both hands slide up and down her legs.
He enjoyed clutching hold of her thighs. He would work those fingers ever so gracefully around them, then work the fingers downward toward her ankles.
He squeezed and plunged his fingers into her as his erect instrument kept on sliding and driving deeply inside her hot mound.
"Oh, fuck me, fuck me," she gasped. "I love it, darling, oh, keep up those movements. I like that action, baby, oh, I really love that action. Drive that penis of yours inside me, baby, oh, oh, I'm itching all over. Just keep that going. I love the action you're providing me. Oh, what a fuck you are, baby, what a tremendous fuck you are. You are really giving me the hot action, darling, oh, are you ever. Come on and move that rod of yours around there, baby, move it, oh, I love it, honey, I really love it. I love what you are doing, oh, what hot action. Keep that up, baby, oh, keep it moving, oh, I love what you are doing, honey, keep driving, keep driving that hot rod of yours, sweetheart. Oh, oh, I really am going wild over all of this, oh, baby, keep driving."
Now she was kicking back and forth on the bed. The springs were jostling as he kept up his pulsating movements, letting that spear of his propel itself as deeply inside her hot mound as it was able to go.
"Oh, what a fuck, are you ever fucking me," she gasped. "Keep up that fucking, baby, oh, don't let it up for even one second. This is just too much, darling, oh, just too much. Oh, yes, honey, keep it up, oh, keep it going, darling, keep it going."
Now he switched his fingers from her legs to her breasts. He was playing with those nipples first, continuing to get her hot as he kept on plunging forcefully that resolute penis of his deep inside her mound.
"Fuck me, oh, fuck me," she exclaimed. "Come on, baby, drive it in there, honey, oh, keep driving. Oh, I love what you're doing. Oh, you're the best fuck a woman ever had. Just keep that plunging dagger of yours moving inside there, baby, oh, don't let up for one solitary second. Oh, darling, work that penis around, honey. Oh, work it in there, honey, oh, work it."
Now he was maintaining a blistering pace, driving that hot penis of his into her all the way.
At that juncture, he was trembling just as much as she was, and was moving that much closer to the big moment of orgasmic satisfaction.
"I have only a few more fucks to go," he exclaimed. "I'm going to be shooting those juices of mine pretty fast."
"Oh, I know you are. You are really getting close, baby, so keep that rod of yours moving, baby. Don't let up, darling, oh, don't let up for a second. Come on and fuck me, baby, oh, keep that hot dagger of yours inside my mound, baby, oh, I want it, darling, oh, I want it"
"Maybe I should French with you about the time that we're both going to shoot"
"Yes, but you'd better do it now, because I'm about to unleash my load."
"By some strange coincidence, so am I."
"I'm not the least bit surprised to hear that."
"I guess not. Not after driving ourselves at this' kind of passionate frenzy."
"O.K., let's exchange tongue movements, baby. Come on and plunge that tongue of yours against mine. I need it, darling, I need it. I need every bit of extra action that I can get."
"O.K., that's just the right spirit"
"Oh, I know. Let's let those tongues plunge against each other, darling, let's really let ourselves go."
Now he leaned forward and allowed his tongue to splash ever so devastatingly against hers. As tongue collided eagerly with tongue, he kept up those pulsating movements, driving that erect penis deep inside her mound.
He liked the way her whole body was coming unglued. He realized that she was very close to exploding.
Soon he could feel the moisture inside her mound. She was trembling uncontrollably now as the pussy juices were released from her.
Now he knew just how close he was to orgasming. It made him feel good to know that his mother had exploded. Now it was up to him to finish the job.
That tongue of his kept colliding ever so passionately with hers as he felt that unbearable itch begin to surface between his legs.
He could feel it all the way to his toes. He knew that it was time for that hot white juice to begin to shoot out of the end of his rod and into her mound.
Now the hot white gobs of penis juice were spurting voluminously out of the end of his huge stick and into her waiting mound.
His body was now shaking in the manner that hers had a few seconds earlier, and the white liquid continued to gush out of the end of his lengthy spear and into her mound.
He finally released his tongue from her mouth.
"Oh, thank you for the greatest fuck a guy ever had," he exclaimed.
"Don't mention it, baby. It worked both ways. Did you ever supply me with satisfaction."
"I don't think either one of us got short changed."
"Oh no, we certainly didn't. I'm not sure we did the right thing, though."
"Why do you say that?"
"I don't know. When I think about the fact that I just had sex with my own son. Well, to tell you the truth, it makes me shudder."
"It shouldn't."
"Maybe not, but it does. It really does."
"Oh, let's forget all about guilt. Let's forget all about those things. We gave ourselves some beautiful action, and isn't that all that really counts?"
"In the final analysis, maybe you're right." "Of course I am."
Now he ran his fingers through his mother's hair. He couldn't help but admire her beauty.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
It was one week from the time that Harold broke down and had sex with Pam for the first time.
Now Harold was beginning to feel very strange around Daisy. Pam was already beginning to act very possessive, and he liked sex with her so much that he didn't want to do anything to turn her off.
He had been putting Daisy off every time that she had come to him suggesting that they get together. At first she had believed the excuses that he had provided for her, but the longer that they talked and the more excuses that he conjured up, the less disposed she was toward believing him.
One afternoon, he was sitting in his last class of the day. Daisy walked into the classroom.
"Hello, honey," she smiled, sitting down next to him.
"How's it going, Daisy?"
"Not so well."
"What seems to be your problem?" "You do," she looked at him irritably. "I don't understand."
"Oh, all of a sudden you're so preoccupied with basketball practice, needing rest, and needing time to study, that I don't get a chance to see you anymore. I just don't understand it. We had something going that was so beautiful, honey, so absolutely beautiful. Then you stood me up that day that you took your mother home."
"I told you that she was upset. She just didn't want me to go out. Dad was away, and she was just feeling kind of lonely."
"O.K., so maybe I could buy that. But I can't buy the way that you've been treating me since then."
"Just what have I done?"
"It's very simple. You haven't done anything. Meaning, I haven't been seeing you."
"I've been seeing you at school just about every day."
"But that isn't really seeing me," she exclaimed emphatically. "By really seeing you I mean getting together. I mean, dating, and better yet, I mean balling. We haven't been doing any ball-'ing."
"I'm sorry about that. It's just that if s worked out that way. I really am sorry." "I really wonder if you are." "Of course I am." "Yeah, I'm sure." "Sure I am."
"Who have you been balling with?"
"Nobody," he exclaimed.
"I don't believe that for one second," she snapped. "I know you. You're about as oversexed as I am, Harold. You've got to have somebody to go to bed with. If you're not doing it with me, then that means you're doing it with somebody else."
"No, I was just doing it a little too often before."
"Oh, so you regret doing it with me. You were overdoing it with me. Is that what you're saying?"
"No, don't take it that way," he reacted defensively. "All I'm saying is that I think I was doing it a little too much. I mean, you had so much in the way of physical charm that I just couldn't get enough of it I think that it was affecting me both in the classroom and on the basketball court. I was finding myself getting tired awfully easy."
"I don't believe any of this nonsense."
"Look, honey, don't accuse me of lying."
"I will when I'm convinced you're doing it," she snapped.
"Let's get off this kind of topic. I don't like arguing with you."
"O.K., then how about seeing me after practice tonight? Over at my pad? My folks won't be there. We have about an hour to get smashed and ball."
"But I've got a test coming up next week," he protested. "I just can't make it."
"Oh, so I'm getting another one of those lousy excuses," she snapped. "I'm getting sick of this. I really am. I don't like this nonsense you're palming off on me."
"But, honest, honey, I do have to get ready for this test. I've just got to cool it when it comes to all this sex action."
"I'm not in the least bit impressed by that argument of yours," she said. "As a matter-of-fact, I've come to the conclusion that you're a boring dud as far as I'm concerned. I don't need anybody like you. If there's one thing a girl as good looking as me doesn't need, it's to actually beg a guy to ball her. As a matter-of-fact, I'm sorry I even gave you a second chance."
"Please, honey, I dig you, I really do," he said with increasing desperation.
"Screw you," Daisy said, getting up indignantly from the seat she had been sitting in next to his.
He watched with hurt and frustration as she walked toward the back of the classroom. She sat down next to one of his team mates, Lou Bennett.
He knew that she had gone with Lou Bennett before. But after getting intimately acquainted with him, Lou had gotten the short shrift for quite a lengthy period of time.
Even though Lou hadn't been openly resentful, Harold had been able to sense that Lou was not as friendly toward him as he had been previous to that time.
Lou had a friendly gleam in his eye as Daisy sat down next to him. He watched out .of the corner of his eye as flirtatious Daisy flashed a big smile in Lou's direction, which he promptly returned.
He could not concentrate on the subject matter during the course of that class. Several times Harold was called on, and he provided unsatisfactory answers, something that annoyed him a good deal.
On one occasion when he admitted that he hadn't heard what the instructor said, he observed Daisy smiling in the back of the room. It really hurt him to be put down by her in such a manner. But, the more he thought about it, the more he realized that she had a right to feel a little hurt about being let down by him. He had gone all the way with her and had had sex with her on a number of occasions. Then suddenly he had dropped her without providing her with any kind of a meaningful explanation. Just a series of excuses.
He could hardly wait for the class session to end. He wanted to just get out of that classroom and away from flirtatious, smiling Daisy.
He couldn't help but notice however, Lou and Daisy getting up together.
He watched Lou slip his right arm around Daisy's back. They walked ever so slowly toward the door, chatting and joking continuously.
As a saddened Harold walked out of the classroom door, one of his team mates walked up to him and exclaimed:
"You look like Mr. Left Out at this point."
"What do you mean?" Harold snapped.
"I mean, it looks like your girl isn't your girl anymore."
"I don't know what you're talking about."
"Come on now, Harold," his friend laughed. "Don't play dumb with me. Everybody in the class saw what happened. Just what caused that blow up on the part of Daisy?"
"Look, I don't want to talk about it."
"She sure left you all of a sudden and went over to Lou. He'd just about given up on any further action with her. Now I guess he's getting her on the rebound."
"I wish you'd shut up," Harold said.
"You don't need to get uptight about it."
"Who-likes salt rubbed in his wounds?"
"Sorry, pal. I didn't mean to do anything like that."
"Maybe you didn't mean to do it, but that's what happened."
"O.K., so maybe I was wrong. Sorry about that."
"I'm sorry if I snapped back at you," Harold sighed.
"Well, we can work out all our frustrations on the basketball court," his friend patted him reassuringly on the shoulder.
"Yeah, I guess we can," he said, shaking his head.
But it didn't work out that way. Harold was hardly able to get through basketball practice.
He kept thinking about how much fun he had had with Daisy. He wondered how much longer the sex relationship would last between him and his mother. He loved having sex with Pam. She was beautiful, and possessed the same streak of wild, uninhibited desire that Daisy did. But, after all, she did remain his mother, and Daisy felt so neglected that she went back to Lou Bennett.
He thought about Daisy and how she had attempted to find out just what he was doing. There was no way that he could level with Daisy and tell her that he was having sex with his own mother.
After basketball practice, he walked slowly toward the parking lot. He generally talked with some of his team mates after practice, but not on this particular occasion. And none of them bothered him, realizing what had happened during the last class of the day.
It burned him up to realize that gossip flowed that fast. By that time the entire school knew that he had had a blow up with Daisy in the classroom, and that she had gone over to Lou Bennett and had resumed relations with him.
As he got into his Firebird, he thought about that day that Daisy had walked up to him and had asked him for a ride in it.
That had been such a happy occasion, but now Daisy was gone from his life and he wondered if she would ever return.
He thought about the unkind words his mother bad had for Daisy. He wondered if, as his mother said, he would be better off without Daisy.
At that point in time he was having a hard time believing that. He liked Daisy, and it hurt him like hell to lose her.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
It was early Friday morning, and the Murray household was in an uproar.
A nervous Harold was having breakfast. He couldn't help but think about the importance of the game that evening. The league championship was on the line, and the team that his team was playing had lost to Harold's team by only three points the first time that they had played.
He was worried, even though the game was being played on their home court. Harold hadn't felt good all week long, and practice sessions in which he had taken part had not been among his best.
Harold's coach had expressed concern several times about him, and was a little leary as they moved into the day of the big game.
As Harold slipped some butter on his toast, the telephone rang.
Harold's father jumped up quickly.
"I'll get it," he said. "That call's probably for me."
Pam looked as lovely as ever, sitting at the table in her robe and smiling at Harold. "How do you feel, son?" she asked. "I feel pretty good." "You are rather pensive this morning." "Yes, I am."
"I know what it is. It's that game tonight." "That's right."
"Well, you beat them the first time around. You can do it again with the championship at stake."
"We sure had a hard time of it."
"Of course. They're a tough team. You're certainly not going to have an easy time of it tonight. They'll be even tougher tonight than they were the first time."
"That's right. And we only won by three points then."
"But here's the difference. You're going to be that much tougher tonight. You've got the incentive of wanting the championship just like they do."
"Yeah, that's certainly true."
"So just keep that in mind. No matter how tough they are, you've got to be that much tougher."
"You give better pep talks than the coach," Harold smiled.
"Thank you. I'll be there rooting for you, and so will your Dad."
"It will be great having both of you out there in the stands," Harold nodded.
His father was talking on the telephone. As they ceased their conversation, they couldn't help but tune in on what was being said.
"It's awfully difficult for me to come over today, Merlin," Charles said, a little peevishly. "Yes, I guess I can. If it's all that serious. Yes, yes. I guess I'll have to. No, it's not sour grapes. O.K., I'll see you then. Right"
Charles hung up the telephone, then heaved a disgusted sigh as he walked toward the table.
"Well, that does it, dammit" he said.
"Why are you so disgusted, dear?" Pam asked with concern.
Charles sat back down at the table, picking up his coffee cup and taking a long sip from it.
"There's a very good reason why I'm disgusted," he shook his head. "I don't like the fact that I've got to miss the game tonight. It really burns me up."
"You can't see it?" Harold had a sad look in his eyes.
"Sorry, son, it can't be avoided," he shook his head. "That was Merlin Grady."
"Oh yes, from San Diego," Pam nodded.
"That's right. You met him a few months ago at a conference here in town. Well, these guys are in from the East, and they will only be in Southern California today. They have a couple of other stops to make in San Diego, and that's the only place where they could meet me. It really tees me off, what with having to miss the game and all."
"Couldn't they meet over the weekend with you?" Pam asked.
"No, they couldn't," he shook his head emphatically. "I covered that point with Merlin on the telephone. Here's what he said. They've got a solid itinerary that will take them up through next Wednesday when they'll wind up in Seattle. Just about every minute is accounted for."
"Wow, that's really cutting it close, I guess," Pam said.
"You know how these high powered traveling executives are," he shook his head. "They're always on the shoestring when it comes to scheduling. Well, by tomorrow they'll be in San Francisco. They've got a series of meetings there. They're going to spend some time in Oregon. Then, they said, they're going to wind up in Seattle."
"I'm awfully sorry you're going to miss the game, Dad," Harold said. "I think that you'd really enjoy it."
"Yes, I sure would. The league championship is on the line and all. I'd just love to see it, son. I just hope you understand that this is an important meeting. It's something that I just plain can't get out of, because otherwise I would."
"I understand."
"I knew you would. You're such a wonderful boy. I'm really proud of you. I want you to go out there and give it everything you've got. Just knowing that you're giving it everything you have, will make me happy."
"Well, I'm sure going to do my best," Harold said. "I sure want us to win that championship."
"Now you're talking," Charles replied. "You've got to consider the team. It's up to the team. You guys will sink or swim as a unit."
"I realize that," he said.
A few minutes later a rather dejected Charles Murray got up from the table.
"Good luck, son," he shook Harold's hand vigorously.
"Thank you, Dad," Harold replied. Harold and Pam watched as Charles left the house.
"Too bad he can't see me tonight," Harold shook his head.
"Yes, but not all is lost." "What do you mean?"
"I mean one thing. Did it ever dawn on you now that we can be alone?"
"Yeah, that's right," Harold said.
"And I intend to make the most of it."
She reached out with her right hand and placed on top of his left hand.
"You really are a sexy woman," Harold smiled.
"You bring out the tigress in me. As a matter-of-fact, I think it would be great for us to have a nice celebration after the game. We can have our own victory party here."
"Now all we've got to do is win," Harold laughed fearfully.
"I figured that you've got what it takes to win."
"I really appreciate your confidence, and Dad's too."
"That poor man," she shook her head.
"He works so hard. He just spins his wheels like crazy. It's tragic."
"But he's done real well, and by doing real well, he was able to keep us living in style."
"I know he has," she nodded. "But there's one thing he hasn't done. He hasn't been able to keep me satisfied sexually. He's tired out most of the time, from all that running around. No, it's one thing to be kept in style and to do well economically, but it's quite another to get lost in the shuffle."
"You'd say that Dad is lost in the shuffle?" "I definitely would."
"I don't know if I would agree with that," Harold said. "I think he's a real well organized guy. I think he's done great. I don't think you could say he's lost about anything."
"In one sense you're right. But in the context that I'm talking, I'm right," Pam insisted. "You see, he is very successful, but unfortunately, he's lost sight of a lot of human values what with all this concern about getting ahead. I mean, I have something beautiful with you. It's something that transends riches. It's just plain old beautiful sex, and I wouldn't want to change our relationship in any way."
"I don't know. Maybe in that sense you're right."
"I know that I am. Doesn't our relationship mean a whole lot to you?"
"It means everything to me."
"That's the way I like to hear you talk," she smiled. "I feel the same way."
"Well, I guess I'd better be getting along now."
"Just don't you worry about that game tonight. You're going to win. Just play your best and things will take care of themselves."
"I guess that's as good a motto as any," he nodded. "You've got to just let things develop as they are."
"Definitely. You're prepared for a great game. Just wait and see what happens. I think the results are going to please you a great deal."
"I sure hope so."
She watched him with great admiration as he left the house.
It made Pam feel a little guilty to realize that she had been happy to find out that her husband would not be at the game that evening.
It made her feel extra good to know that she would have her son all to herself that evening. She was feeling extremely sexy, and badly wanted some hot action.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Harold's pulse was beating rapidly as the game entered the closing few seconds.
The opposition was one point ahead, and their rooting section was cheering thunderously, thinking that they had wrapped up the league championship.
Harold was fearful that they might be right, and now that they were in possession of the ball as well, they had one intention, that of running out the clock.
They were doing a beautiful job of keeping the ball away from Harold's team, passing it brilliantly, and with just ten seconds to play, Harold knew that somebody on his team would have to commit a foul in order to get the ball back.
When the ball was tossed over to the man that Harold guarded, he reached out and slapped the man on the wrist, causing a foul.
The referee blew the whistle, stopping play. The teams lined up at the foul line.
Harold looked up in the stands. He observed his mother sitting there pensively, her hands shaking with great nervousness.
Seated just a few rows away, he observed Daisy looking on. She too reflected great anxiety.
The player heaved a deep sigh, took dead aim, then tossed the ball up toward the basket. It rolled around the edge of the rim several times, then rolled off.
Pandemonium reigned as Harold jumped up for the ball, grabbing hold of it and yanking it away from two members of the opposition, who made a desperation grab for it.
Now the fans on both sides of the court were screaming loudly. One side was yelling to get the ball back, while Harold's school was hoping for a quick basket.
Harold tossed the ball off, and the players ran down the court eagerly.
There were only five seconds remaining when the ball was tossed to Harold.
Since he was top player of the team, it was naturally thought that he would be the one to take the last shot, on which the hopes of his school would be riding.
But Harold was double teamed. Two members of the opposition were jumping in front of him, holding their hands up high.
Even though Harold was only twelve feet away from the basket, and was in a position for one of his favorite jump shots, he was covered, and it would be very difficult for him to score in such circumstances.
But with two men guarding him, that meant that one person was open. As the seconds ticked by, he caught Lou Bennett out of the corner of his eye.
Lou held his hands up for the ball. He was standing alone momentarily, just some six feet removed from the basket.
Harold did not hesitate for a moment. He flipped the ball eagerly in the direction of Lou, who caught it and immediately tossed off a jump shot.
Suddenly the crowd became silent as the ball was flipped toward the basket. Everyone knew that the league championship rested in the balances.
The ball flipped cleanly through the net, causing the loudest outburst of the night from the rooting section of Harold's school.
Two seconds remained and the basket was made, and the clock immediately ran out on the action.
Joyous members of Harold's team picked up Lou Bennett and carried him around the court. He was the conquering hero of the evening, even though he had only scored eight points, whereas Harold had led all scorers of both teams with twenty-two.
Lou continued to be mobbed, all the way to the shower, and his joyous team mates shoved him under the shower with his uniform on.
"Cut it out, you guys," he laughed.
Such were the fates, Harold couldn't help but think even though he joined in on the festivities and was very happy the game had ended as it did. He realized that there would have been one chance in three for him to make such a shot, surrounded by the two men. He thought that he might have been able to make it, but was not sure. In the case of Lou, on the other hand, he was free, all by himself momentarily, and there had been at least two chances in three that he would have been able to convert on such an opportunity.
So Harold had simply played percentages. As a team man he knew that Lou stood the better chance, being closer to the goal and unguarded at the moment to make the winning basket So he had passed on to Lou, who now was the hero of the evening.
Harold and Lou finished showering at just about the same time.
"You sure did toss a beautiful pass my way, Harold baby," Lou said gratefully.
"The pass wouldn't have meant anything if you hadn't made the shot. Congratulations."
"Thanks, but I think you're selling your own contributions short. That was a beautiful pass, a clean pass. You put the thing right in my hands, and all I had to do was toss it through the net."
"But there was all kinds of tension on you in a situation like that," Harold pointed out. "You made the most of it. I'm really proud of you."
They shook hands, each respecting the other's contribution.
Then they went their own separate ways, leaving different exits.
Harold immediately spotted his mother, who ran up to him and kissed him on the cheek.
"Great game, son," she said.
Standing a few feet away, was Lou Bennett who was mobbed by his joyous school mates. He had become man of the hour by scoring the winning basket.
After a number of the girls had kissed him on the cheek, and a number of the boys had shaken his hand, Harold observed Daisy running up through the milling throng of people.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
Charles heaved a sigh of disgust as he finally turned off the freeway.
It was just a few minutes before midnight, and after he had finished his business in San Diego considerably earlier than originally anticipated, he thought that he stood a good chance of making it home in time to see his son play in the championship game. But he ran into a series of bad breaks. A huge truck overturned on the freeway a few miles outside of San Diego, slowing him up for a long spell. Then there were a series of accidents that slowed him up even more, causing a nightmarishly long ride home that was ending at the stroke of a new day.
As he pulled into the driveway, he was happy to observe the sight of his son's Firebird, along with one light that was shining from the living room. Charles hoped that at least he could find out immediately how the game had gone without waking anyone up.
Inside the house Harold and Pam were putting the finishing touches on the post-game celebration. Pam had poured champagne for both of them, and now she was passionately kissing Harold as he lay stretched out on the living room sofa.
At first Harold had resented Lou gaining the limelight with his game-winning shot, the same Lou Bennett who had scored only eight points for the game as against his game high of twenty-two. And it had burned him up when Lou had been kissed and whisked off by Daisy after the game ended.
But now that his beautiful mother was getting set to make love to him, he was happy to be in her arms. She was even more attractive than Daisy, along with possessing a worldly maturity that the young girl did not have.
"Oh, I want to go down on you," she whispered, reaching down and unzipping his trousers.
"Oh, honey, go right ahead," he panted.
"I want to reward you for being on the winning team."
"I'll always be on the winning team as long as I've got you."
"How wonderful of you to say," Pam smiled.
Now she leaned over and unzipped his trousers, pulling out Harold's hard penis.
Just as she was beginning to massage it eagerly with her fingers, and was simultaneously delivering a smoldering kiss to his lips, Charles walked inside the room.
At first his eyes squinted in the dim lighting. He was stunned, observing his wife, but wondering who the man was to whom she was making love.
He walked up closer, his heart pounding.
"I'll teach you to pull this behind my back," Charles bellowed angrily, pushing Pam aside as he moved quickly toward his male victim.
Charles reached out and pulled at Harold's shirt. It was not until Harold gasped and fell sprawling to the floor with a loud thud that Charles realized that it was his own son who was getting ready to have oral sex with Pam.
"My God, it's you, Harold. My own son two-timing me," Charles staggered back several steps. "You're rotten to the core, both of you are."
"It's all my fault," Pam sobbed.
"No, it's mine," Harold said.
"Something tells me it's about half and half," Charles said.
A still incensed Charles reached down and grabbed Harold by the lapels of his shirt, pulling him up to his feet.
"Please don't, Charles," Pam cried desperately.
While Charles held on to Harold with his left hand, he used his right to slap his face several times in rapid succession. Then he let his son drop to the floor once more as he released his hand. A thoroughly crushed Harold never raised a finger in his own self defense, lying there on the rug helplessly.
"I'm getting out of here," Charles exploded, heading quickly for the door. "I'm spending the night at a motel, then I'm gonna see my lawyer first thing in the morning. My God, being two-timed right in my own house by my wife and son."
"Please don't go," Pam cried.
But her efforts were to no avail. He slammed the door angrily behind him and got into his car, speeding off into the night.
Pam's fingers were trembling as she stared out the window.
"Oh no, it can't be," she sobbed. "It can't be. I'd never have dreamed he'd be back tonight. Are you hurt, my dear?"
"No, it only stung while he was slapping me," Harold shook his head sadly. "I guess we wrecked everything."
"No, I did," Pam said bitterly. "I was at fault.
Instead of giving you parental guidance I broke down and had sex with you. I acted like a crazed animal. There was no excuse, no excuse at all for what I did."
Harold watched her from his position on the floor as Pam walked slowly toward the bedroom. There was something suggestive of defeat in the slow, almost zombie-like gait with which she transported herself.
