Laura Banning was enormously proud of her son Michael's feats in the field of athletics.
A high school senior, Michael Banning was the star halfback of the Washington High varsity, and well on his way to a host of college scholarship offers.
In that Laura was married to a man who was prominent and rich, one would, at least on the surface, surmise that her problems ran no deeper than deciding how much money to spend in a week or which of her many dresses to wear to a party.
But the Philadelphia housewife whose husband was a famous trail lawyer whose services were constantly in demand, was beset by a tragic problem which caused her to risk everything!
In this novel, the author tells a tragically real story about a woman no longer in control of her emotions, whose sex impulses have transported her back to where she had been immediately prior and subsequent to her marriage.
With her husband Paul gone so much of the time either preparing or trying cases, she finds herself slowly but surely becoming infatuated with young Michael.
The significant forward step comes about one warm afternoon, when she comes home unexpectedly early and catches a glimpse of Michael enjoying a swim in the backyard pool. He is totally nude, and the longer that her eyes remain fastened to his body the more eager and hungry she becomes.
She eventually takes that big step, propelling her young son into a sexual interlude. And after that she discovers that everything in her in her life has taken on a different meaning.
THE PUBLISHER
CHAPTER 1
Laura and Paul Banning were the two proudest parents in the stands.
It was a bright, clear evening as Laura and Paul sat in fifty yard line seats watching their son Michael, cavort on the gridiron.
A promising young football star, he was captain of the Washington High School team in his senior year.
"That kid sure as hell has a lot of speed," Paul, handsome and greying at the temples, turned toward his beautiful wife and exclaimed.
"He really has somebody to look up to in n you, dear," she smiled. "After all, you were an All American halfback at Arizona State."
"Yes, I was," Paul said, "but that was many years ago. No, all I did was toss the football around with him in the backyard a few times. With this schedule of mine as an attorney, I don't have much time for anything."
"Of course, you have a point there," she nodded, a little sadly. "You haven't even had much time for me lately, dear."
"I'm sorry. That's the way it is sometimes with success. You become in such great demand that there is very little time for anything, even your own family."
"I'm glad you were able to make it to this game tonight."
"Yes, so was I."
Now they turned their attention back to the gridiron. Their eyes were focused on young Michael, a strapping six-two, one hundred and eighty pounder, as he bent over and stood in a huddle with his team mates.
The opposing team had called a time-out to reassess its defensive plans. Washington had driven in the third quarter to the opposition's twenty-five yard line, and now the tension was building throughout the stadium.
It looked as if Washington was going to break the game open. The score had been tied 7-7 at the half, but now Washington was ready to forge into the lead.
"Here it comes," Paul said, as the team broke the huddle.
They watched their son line up at the left halfback spot.
The quarterback took the ball from center, then kicked out to Michael Banning, who cut sharply and moved toward the left.
"It's that in sweep," Paul said. "Come on, Michael, all the way.
As Michael skirted right left end, outrunning one of his pursuers, the aroused fans in the stands jumped to their feet.
The Washington rooting section went wild as young Michael continued to cut and turn, using his blocking beautifully and outrunning the opposition in the secondary.
Moments later he was standing unmolested in the end zone, having scored the go-ahead touchdown.
"That's our boy," Laura said, reaching out and hugging her husband.
"It certainly is," Paul grinned. "That's the best run I ever saw him make."
"Just maybe he will get a college scholarship," she said hopefully.
"If he keeps playing like this, dear, he'll have a whole flock of offers."
The touchdown by Michael turned the tide of battle, and what had been up to that time a close game ultimately turned into a Washington High rout.
Michael wound up scoring two more touchdowns, leading his team to a 34-7 victory.
Paul and Laura proudly walked out of the stands, preparing to bestow congratulations on their son as he came out of the dressing room.
As Laura stood next to her husband outside the dressing room, she observed the glances of admiration she received from the young men standing in the nearby vicinity.
It always bugged Paul, who was jealous by nature, to see men glare at her, but she couldn't help but feel proud whenever it happened.
She was a beautiful woman and knew it, and she exercised vigorously in order to keep up her figure.
At thirty-eight years of age, she was just five years younger than Paul, but she looked a good deal younger than that, and Paul, given the gruelling ordeal he pursued in his work as a successful trial lawyer, looked older than his forty-three years.
Paul's face was now becoming increasingly more lined, and he was losing that perfect physique that he possessed when Laura had met him in Akron just a few years after he had graduated from college.
She was a stunning brunette, with raven colored hair that came down to her shoulders. As for her figure, she preserved it in the same flawless fashion as had been the case when she met Paul.
She followed a meticulous diet, and exercised rigorously, playing tennis and going swimming every day in their huge backyard pool. She took great pride in the fact that she had not so much as gained a pound since she graduated from high school. As for her measurements, they were a letter-perfect 36-22-36.
So it gave her a feeling of pride to see these young men, many of whom were still in high school, looking at her with such admiration.
She wore a white pantsuit which brought out the curves in her figure admirably, and she was wearing a mink coat on top of it.
The one thing she had liked about living with Paul was that he had never deprived her of any material object. They lived in a beautiful home, a two-story structure in one of Philadelphia's most fashionable districts.
Now Laura looked over to her left, observing a familiar face.
She scowled a little as she observed Sally Rogers, the young blonde cheerleader on the school team that her son Michael was showing an interest in at that moment.
"There she is again," she commented sourly to her husband.
"Who's that, dear?" Paul inquired.
"Oh, it's that Sally Rogers."
"What have you got against her?" Paul asked, finally spotting Sally standing proudly not far from the dressing room door.
"She's not good enough for my son," Laura snapped bitterly. "I frankly think she's a little tramp."
"You're being very unkind."
"Am I?"
"I think you are, honey. You shouldn't call the poor young girl a tramp. You don't even know her that well."
"I know her pretty well," Laura exclaimed. "You see, dear, I do belong to a lot of clubs, and I do hear talk."
"Talk is very cheap, particularly at women's clubs," Paul commented wryly. "In my business, honey, we don't deal in hearsay."
"Well, we don't happen to be in court right now, and I think that some kinds of hearsay can be very meaningful," Laura said.
"Like what?"
"Like when certain women that I trust implicitly tell me certain things about that girl. You see, she comes from a broken home. Not very good family stock to begin with. I heard so much about her mother. She works as a waitress at some bar downtown."
"Well, you shouldn't look down your nose at her for that," Paul mildly reprimanded her.
"That's just the beginning," Laura said. "I've heard about her going out with certain men after hours."
"Well, if she's not a married woman, dear, I guess she needs some action from somewhere," Paul smiled.
"Oh, you men are hopeless."
"Why do you say that?"
"Because you are. I try and give you the straight scoop about some girl and the type of upbringing she has, and that's the way you talk."
"You haven't told me anything that would incriminate her."
"Alright, Mr. Smart Alec Attorney," Laura said, her face reddening with anger. "Isn't it enough that she works at a bar and has been known to go home with questionable characters after hours?"
"First of all, I don't know it's true," Paul shrugged. "You say you heard this from certain women. That doesn't make it a fact."
"They heard it from their husbands," she cut in.
"O.K., but even that doesn't mean, presuming that it is true, that she isn't taking care of her daughter. Perhaps she just engages in a few little brief affairs, then tends to her daughter's needs."
"I doubt that very much," Laura said. "You men are hopeless when it comes to analyzing morals. I don't think it helps that you are an attorney either. You're used to being around so much corruption that unless something just hits you squarely in the face, you won't believe it. It was a bunch of attorneys that was involved in all of lousy Watergate mess, and I'm surprised that you didn't wind up defending one of them."
"I would have, if I had been asked," Paul, said. "There was talk about one of them coming to me for counsel, but it never happened."
"Yes, I suppose those guys would be your cup of tea."
"No, it's not a question of any of them being my cup of tea, dear," Paul kept his cool. "It's that every man is entitled to a defense under our laws. That's as far as it goes. Beyond that, it's up to a jury to decide on guilt or innocence. But I'm helping make our system work, just like the prosecutors are who prosecute the defendants. We're both doing our best to see that justice is done."
"It doesn't always work out that way," she snapped. "There are these judges that will let guys off because they get a nice bribe, and then there are attorneys who help defend anybody and do anything they can to get them off, even if they know that they're guilty."
"I like to think that these people are very much in the minority," Paul said. "I know that I have run into a very few unethical men in my experiences in the bar and before a court. And every one of them that I would have questioned would up getting reprimanded in some way or another. No, this system does work, dear, and I don't appreciate you blasting it in such a way. As a matter-of-fact, if it weren't for the fact that I had defended some of these characters you describe as so questionable, you wouldn't be living in such a luxurious fash-ion.
"I know, and that makes me guilty sometimes."
"You're hopeless, Laura," he laughed. "Oh, shut up," she said angrily. "Now don't tell me that," he replied calmly.
"You never get angry, do you?" she asked perturbed that she couldn't get his goat.
"No, I don't," he replied. "That's the first rule of a good trial attorney. You always keep your cool, dear. I've seen all kind of men who knew their law and had all kinds of talent, but couldn't keep their cool. Words circulated like wildfire, and the next thing you knew, their attorneys were provoking them to anger. Once they lost their cool, they were dead in court. It doesn't happen to me."
"Sometimes you act like a robot," she shook her head. "I'm sorry I got that angry, dear, but I am disgusted over they way you are reacting about Sally Rogers."
"As I said, I don't know that much about her."
"But I've been telling you about her."
"Oh, I don't think Michael is that serious about her anyway."
"That isn't the question in my mind," Laura said. "What I am really concerned about is that he not be involved with her at all. I want him to be a man of impeccable character, somebody I can really be proud of."
"Don't tell me you're not proud of him now. It certainly looked that way when you were jumping up and down there in the stands right alongside me a short time ago."
"No, I'm very proud of him. It's just that I want to be able to remain proud of him."
"Then let the boy grow up," Paul said. "Remember, dear, he can take care of himself. If he finds young Sally to be a cheap girl, I can practically guarantee you that he won't have anything to do with her."
"We'll see, Laura said.
At that point Michael filed out of the dressing room.
Much to Laura's disgust, it was Sally Rogers who made her way through the crowd first, throwing her arms around Michael and kissing his lips.
As Laura observed her son, she noticed how finely chiselled his features were.
He had the same hair coloring and facial coloring that his father had at the time she met him.
His curly hair was a light brownish color, and his complexion was slightly on the ruddy side. But in a healthy, glowing way.
She didn't like the manner in which he smiled when Sally kissed him. She was confident that this little girl was definitely his inferior, and it galled her to think of the two of them going together.
He took Sally by the hand and walked through the crowd of swarming well wishers.
Most of the people standing near the dressing room were waiting for certain players to exit. There were a number of parents, girlfriends, and other relatives standing there. Also, there were a number of friends of the players who were also gathered around, waiting to congratulate them.
Now Michael observed his mother and father, who were standing nearby and smiling.
"Hello," he said.
"Congratulations, dear," Laura said.
She reached out and kissed her son affectionately on the cheek. She deliberately made certain that she kissed him with even more intensity than Sally had.
"Hello, Mr. and Mrs. Banning," Sally smiled.
"Hello, Sally," Paul smiled.
"Hello," Laura said coldly.
"That was sure a imagine bit of running you did tonight, Michael," Paul said.
"Yeah, my coach said I looked a lot like you did in your heyday, Dad," Michael smiled.
"Go on now," Paul laughed.
"It's true. You know, there were quite a few scouts out there tonight," Michael said.
"Perhaps you can win a college scholarship," Laura smiled.
"Certainly," Paul grinned. "He has the ability."
"I hope you can excuse us now, folks," Michael said tactfully. "I promised to take Sally to a party. A victory party being given by some people from the school. I won't be home until late."
"Have fun," Paul waved.
Laura scowled as she observed Michael open the door of his Alfa Romeo and let Sally slide into the front seat.
"That girl's up to no good, I just know it," Laura said.
"You worry too much, dear," Paul laughed. "Come on, and I'll buy you a drink on the way home."
CHAPTER 2
"Come on, dear and have something to drink with me," Sally smiled.
Michael and Sally were sitting on a sofa off by themselves in a crowded living room.
A number of the young people there were already drunk, and some of them were dancing wildly to loud rock sounds.
Michael had been a little reluctant about drinking. He watched the alcohol very closely, since he knew that he had to maintain top physical condition in order to continue his successful career in football.
"Maybe I'd better pass," he grinned.
"Oh, don't you love me?" Sally looked at him, fluttering her eyelashes.
He looked into her deep blue eyes and his resistance immediately began to melt.
"Well, if you put it that way," he chuckled nervously.
"Come on and just have a little bit of drink, honey," she smiled. "Do it for little Sally."
"What is that, anyway?"
"It's a martini, and it won't bite you."
"You're a riot," he laughed. "I never said that it would bite me. It's just that I didn't think it would do me any good."
"It will do you plenty of good," she chuckled, holding the glass to his lips. "It will make me look even more beautiful to you than I am."
"You look plenty good enough to me right now," Michael laughed.
He took a sip from the glass, making a face as he turned away from it.
"Don't you like it?" she asked.
"No, I have tasted things a lot better."
"Does it taste too strong?"
"Yes, you'd have to say that."
"It isn't really good for you unless it's strong. I want to get you to loosen that guard of yours a little bit. You can be so stuffy when I'm with you."
"What do you mean by that?"
"You just don't let yourself go."
"I don't know. This was a tough game tonight, a lot tougher than the score might indicate," Michael said seriously. "I still haven't completely unwound from it."
"And that's why I'm suggesting a martini," she chuckled. "That's just the thing that will guarantee you will unwind."
"You know, you got me drunk before."
"A few times. You're cute when you're drunk."
"Now don't try and get me there through complimenting me."
"I like how horny you get when you're drunk."
"I've got news for you. I'm horny when I'm sober."
"That's good. I want to loosen you up a little more."
She held the glass up to his lips once more, pouring a greater portion of the liquid into his mouth on this occasion.
"That's the boy, swallow like a good boy," she laughed. "You listen to Sally, and everything will be fine."
Finally, he finished the entire drink, after which Sally got up and walked over toward the bar.
She returned with two fresh glasses.
Michael could tell by the manner in which she was swaggering a little that she had had a good deal to drink, and that her inhibitions were no doubt diminishing as a result.
"Another round, dear," she said, handing him the glass. "Now let's both drink down our booze nice and fast."
After he took his first sip of that second drink, he began to feel a lot wilder about everything.
It made him feel like he was flying fancifully into the clouds all by himself.
The more often he looked at gorgeous young Sally, the more appetizing she became to him.
He looked at that smart golden sweater of hers with the large "W" in green lettering.
He recalled how sexy she had looked in that white skirt of hers as she danced eagerly on the field.
He recalled how sexy those sleek white legs had looked as the skirt flipped upward every time that she moved her body.
She was a tiny girl, standing not much over five feet, but she possessed a power-packed figure that had impressed Michael from the very time he had met her.
He had heard a good many stories from the guys, a lot of them on the football team, concerning her willingness to go to bed.
She had a distinct preference for athletes, and he had heard many of the football players make comments about how much they liked her.
Since she was gorgeous, and a cheerleader to boot, she was able to take her pick among the players. The few that had enjoyed sex relations with her were more than pleased about the incident.
Hearing those stories turned young Michael on. He wanted a girl that he could have some experiences with, but would not necessarily have to be tied down with.
But now she was becoming increasingly more demanding, and she wanted him to drink with her more now than ever.
As he kept on sipping from the martini, he found himself falling into a daze.
Every time he looked at her, he felt a more overpowering desire than ever to have sex with her.
He finally finished the drink, after which he leaned forward and let his lips plunge devastatingly against hers.
While the lips were eagerly pressing against those of Sally, he reached behind her and grabbed a hold of the back of that sexy white skirt.
He clutched her ass-cheeks ever so gingerly while those lips remained locked against hers.
His heart was beating relentlessly now as the lips remained locked passionately against hers.
He then released the lips, causing her to exclaim:
"That was some kiss."
"You're with some stud."
"I can believe that."
"You should believe it. I hope I've proven something to you since we've been going together."
"You have. There's just one thing bothering me."
"How can you be bothered by anything at a time like this?"
"Your mother doesn't like me."
"What makes you say that?"
"Oh, there's a certain coldness about her when she's around me. I don't think she's a cold woman most of the time. I just have a feeling it's her attitude toward me."
"You're imagining things."
"I don't think so."
"I do. Besides, let's not go into that now. We've got each other to think about."
"I suppose you're right about that."
"You're damned right I am."
Now he leaned forward and let his tongue slide inside her mouth.
Back and forth their tongues continued to stab against one another. Both of them were becoming increasingly eager for sex.
Michael looked out toward the dance floor and observed one of his team mates, the first team center, throwing his arms around the girl he was dancing with.
He observed the football player running his fingers through her hair. It gave him all the more determination to have some wild sex with lovely Sally.
"Let's find ourselves a bedroom, baby," she said, reaching out and tugging at his wrist.
"I was just about to say the same thing."
"There are several of them around," she giggled.
They got up and walked into the dimly lit hallway.
Michael opened one door slowly, observing a copulating couple in the bed. "Sorry," he grinned, shutting the door. The second door that he tried revealed an empty bed.
"We're in luck," he nodded.
"You bet your sweet little butt we are," she smiled. "Tonight's my night in the sack with a football hero."
"Three touchdowns worth, no less."
"Yes, that makes you that much better to fuck," she grinned.
CHAPTER 3
As Michael moved toward Sally, he began to pick up the scent of her perfume.
He reached out and grabbed a hold of the top of her cheerleader's costume.
His fingers came into brisk contact with the sweater, which he tugged and pulled at in an upward fashion, determined to pull it off her.
"Oh, you're beautiful, baby, just beautiful," he said.
He was very hot now, as the drinks had sufficiently loosened him up some more.
Sally was pleased to observe that she had achieved the very response with him that she had wanted.
Now he had succeeded in pulling the sweater off of her, and was looking down at her breasts, which were still covered by her sleek white bra.
"What lovely tits," he winked.
"How'd you like to play with them?"
"You know, before I do anything else, I'd probably get my clothes off," he laughed. "If I wait until I finish undressing you, then I might not get them off at all."
"Very good," she said. "I want to see you naked, my dear."
"And I want to be naked for you. I want to get you good and hot."
"I've got news for you, honey. I'm pretty hot right now."
"That makes two of us."
He got up from the bed quickly, putting his fingers to work as he removed his clothes.
He kicked off his shoes and socks, then pulled down his trousers.
He got out of his shorts, then removed his shirt. He finally got out of his t-shirt, at which point he was dressed for action.
He looked down at his huge cock, grinning as he observed it.
"I'm ready for a good fuck," he said.
"I should say you are."
"I'll bet you're ready for this cock too, aren't you?"
"I'm always ready for your cock."
"That's good. It's great to be prepared."
Now Michael slid his body back into bed with her.
He reached down and fingered her bra, unhooking it.
"Oh, pull that off," she exclaimed, "pull off that bra, baby. I want you to take it off, I want you to make love to me."
Michael began undoing her skirt, grabbing hold of the zipper and pulling it down.
"Oh, strip me nude, baby, take all my clothes off," she exclaimed. "Come on, honey, take all my clothes off."
"I'm going to pull these down," he said, "I'm going to take these panties off, then I'm going to fuck you."
"Oh, are the passions ever rising inside me.
"What beautiful legs, I noticed them so many times tonight when you were out there dancing," he laughed. "You really inspired me. I got a hard-on and scored a touchdown right away."
"You really scored that touchdown because of me?"
"Hell, I scored all three of them because of you."
"You're kidding?"
"No, I'm not. I figured I'd get a better fuck if we won."
"That was why you put out?"
"Well, there were other reasons too," he chuckled. "I did want to win this game too."
"I figured that."
Now his fingers were moving at a brisk clip around her breasts. He was filling her with streams of excitement as he kept up his steady maneuvers.
"Oh, you really know how to work the fingers, you really know how to get me turned on," she said. "Just keep that going. I like that action. You're really getting me hot."
"I ought to be," he chuckled. "I'm really working those fingers around there."
"Oh, I guess you are."
Back and forth he kept those fingers maneuvering, working them at a fantastically brisk clip.
Now he was working them every bit as fast as they would go, and she was twisting and turning as she lay there on that bed.
"I'm glad I gave you the martinis," she chuckled. "I think that's what got you so aroused."
"Maybe so, but it was mainly you. You and that beautiful body of yours."
"Oh honey. I wish you'd start tonguing me all over that body."
"That sounds like a great idea," he laughed. "Is that what you really like?"
"Yes, I would."
"O.K., then I'll do it."
"Really work that tongue."
"I certainly will."
Now Michael went to work with his tongue, beginning by letting it scrape over her left earlobe.
"Oh, I love that ear action, and you are really giving it to me," she sighed. "Just keep that tongue working at that pace. Boy, do I ever love that."
While his tongue continued to lap up her left earlobe, he let his fingers go to work on those breasts of hers, manipulating the fingers at a frequent clip.
Back and forth he kept up that fantastic action. As he kept it going, the pace accelerated until he reached the point where he had to move even faster.
Now that tongue of his was stabbing as fast as it would go, working at a fantastically brisk clip along her ear.
He kept it up until he had left a trail of saliva all along her ear, at which point he decided to switch to her other ear.
Now the tongue was working over her left ear, causing her to receive the same jolts of sexual satisfaction that she had received earlier.
Back and forth he kept his tongue working, receiving all kinds of fantastic sensations as he let her have it with his tongue.
After he had successfully satisfied himself by licking her earlobes, he let his tongue go to work on her left breast.
"Oh, you are really going to town now, baby, I really love what you are doing," she chuckled. "Come on, baby, keep that going, keep up that hot action. Oh, do I ever love it, do I ever love what you are doing to me. Oh, baby, keep up that tongue action."
Now her entire body was trembling as he kept up the pace, working on one nipple, then the other.
He licked at her stomach, then let his tongue come into steady grinding contact with her nipple.
He kept at it then moved to her navel for the next few seconds, at which time he decided it was time to move on to some other action.
He lowered the tongue once more, deciding to lick her inner left thigh.
Now she was becoming so hot, so completely turned on, that she could barely stand it. She was already beginning to feel the moisture down between her legs.
She kept up those steady gyrations, her body moving swiftly back and forth as he kept up that licking. She was turned into a driving whirling dervish of sexual passion as her legs kicked ever so eagerly, enjoying every lick and stab that he put forth.
He reached out with his right hand and allowed his fingertips to go to work with great enthusiasm inside her mound.
Back and forth his fingers went to work, moving at a fast pace.
He was driving those fingers with fervent intensity, enjoying the stroking pattern that he was setting into motion with those vigorous fingers of his.
Now he put his tongue to work, letting it twirl inside of her mound.
He loved maneuvering the tongue around in there, letting the tongue maneuver ever so briskly in her moist pussy well.
"Lick me, lick my pussy, oh, lick it," she exclaimed. "Keep that tongue going, go down on me, baby, keep going down, keep working the tongue."
He was stabbing that pussy of hers with lightning speed, allowing it to slip ever so eagerly around her mound.
He nibbled skillfully on her clitoris, and as he did so, she bounced up and down in the bed, going into a state of passionate ecstasy from his movements.
She was getting more carried away than ever as he kept up the hot licking, working that tongue around ever so eagerly inside her mound.
Every time he came into contact with her flaming box, he came that much closer to orgasming himself.
He recognized it would not take long for him to shoot off his juices, considering how hot he was getting from the fantastic action that he was receiving from her.
"O.K., keep it going, keep it going into my clitoris," she said. "I'm getting ready to climax. I'm just about there, darling, it's not going to take many more of those beautiful strokes to get me to shoot. That pussy of mine is so hot, oh it's so very hot, and you are really getting me turned on. Keep up that hot action. Oh, baby keep that tongue of yours working."
The tongue was slipping and sliding around inside her mound, and as it did so, she ran her fingers through his hair, giving him every bit of additional action that he could.
A few strokes later she let out a huge sigh, at which point the hot juice spilled out of her pussy and into his waiting mouth.
He was exhilarated to receive every conceivable drop of juice that he could from her mound and he was very thankful for the opportunity to lick her love gash.
After he finished with her, he threw his arm around her.
CHAPTER 4
"Come on and fuck," Sally said.
She had been lying there for several seconds, getting her breath after that first fantastic orgasm.
Now she had the urge to turn on Michael all the more, and as her hips slid back and forth inside that bed, she reached down with her right hand and let her fingers go to work inside her mound.
"Hey, look at me," she chuckled.
As he observed her running her fingers over her own pussy, he leaned forward and delivered a kiss to her lips that almost took her breath away.
"Look at the size of this cock of mine. I've got to fuck you. I've got to fuck you now."
"Go ahead, darling. I want you inside me.
"I want to screw that tight mound of yours."
"O.K., I'm all for that."
"Let's go to work."
"Right away. Come on and fuck me," she said, spreading her legs eagerly. "Come on and fuck that pussy of mine. I want it, baby, I want it. Go ahead and turn that hard cock of yours loose."
"You sure do talk sexy."
"I fuck even sexier."
"I can believe that."
"Come on and try me, baby."
"I will."
"Good. Come on and put that cock to work inside me."
"Hang on."
"Maybe I'll have to hang on for dear life after you start stabbing my mound," she laughed.
"Just maybe you will. I'm just the guy to make you hang on for dear life."
"Don't I ever know it."
"O.K., here it goes." He leaned over and kissed her breasts several times, and then shoved his meaty spear forward.
Now that hard penis was zeroing in on her, moving ever closer toward her moist, delightful mound, which he wanted to enter so badly.
Now he was hurling that body forward and letting that huge rod of his move ever closer toward her mound.
He thrust that hard rod inside her mound, and he twisted and turned his body ever so eagerly so that he could put forth every bit of determined effort possible into every stab.
"Come on and fuck me," she gasped. "Keep up that fucking, baby, oh I love the way you're flipping those hips around. I like those movements. Keep on moving just like that sweetheart, keep on sliding that rod of yours."
"Oh, I love your tightness, darling, I really love it," he gasped.
Now the burning sensations were burning within both of them as he shoved that penis resolutely inside of her every bit as far as it would go.
With great exhilaration he kept on pushing it into her, allowing the momentum to build, with every sweeping movement that he put forward.
"Come on and fuck, darling, come on and fuck," she gasped. "Come on I'm ready to shoot, oh, I'm shooting, shooting, shooting."
She heaved a sigh as her pussy juices shot, and all the while he kept his dagger-like cock ever thunderously inside her mound.
As he continued those penetrating stabs inside her pussy, he reached out and toyed with her nipples, playing with them with his fingertips while the screwing continued.
"Drive it in there," she exclaimed. "Come on and drive it, honey. Keep that fucking going, don't let up, don't let up one bit, oh, yes, keep it sliding in there, keep working that cock, keep working it fast, oh, keep stabbing in there, baby, keep it stabbing, oh, do I ever love what you are doing, oh, yes, I like it, oh, I love it, love it, fuck me, fuck me."
Now he knew that he couldn't keep it up for much longer. He was overcome by the torrid sensuality as that penis of his kept on throbbing and maneuvering stiffly inside her vagina.
"I'm there, I'm there, I'm there," he finally sighed.
He could feel the beginning of the orgasm as the hot white juice began to spurt ever so eagerly and voluminously out of the end of his throbbing spear.
"Oh, you're in me, you're stuffing it in me," she said. "I love it, I love that stuff, oh, baby, oh, I'm shooting again, again, again. I'm shooting again, I can't stop orgasming when I'm around you, oh, I really can't."
Now he was releasing that hard rod of his from her mound.
"That was the very best," he said.
"I think so. We were both very turned on.
'To say the least."
"You're getting sexier all the time."
"So are you."
She reached out with her right hand and mopped some sweat off his brow.
"You're really sweating," she chuckled.
"So are you," he lied.
"I know. You've been through a lot today, baby. You've really had a time of it."
"I guess so," he nodded. "I guess a guy has to consider himself very successful if he can score three touchdowns in a football game and get a screw from a beautiful girl all in the same day."
"I'd say so."
"I've got nothing to complain about."
"You certainly don't, any time you are around me."
"No, that's for sure. As long as I am within range of that beautiful body of yours, everything is going to be just fine."
"You couldn't have put it any better."
"I guess I couldn't have."
He leaned over and kissed her lips appreciatively. Even though he was tired, he still couldn't help but feel pangs of sensation every time that his lips plunged against hers.
Yes, he had a meaningful association with Sally, and he felt that he was the first man that had ever completely satisfied her.
It did a world of good to his ego to think that he had succeeded in accomplishing something that so many other men hadn't.
Whereas they had tried and had excited her, they had not been able to make her orgasm consistently and beg for more to the extent that he had been able to do.
She was quite a sexy gal and it took a stud like him, he thought, to sufficiently tame her.
It was an evening that he would not ever be able to forget. First there had been the game and now this.
As she looked up at him and smiled, he winked at her, letting his fingertips run one last time through her hair.
CHAPTER 5
It was bright and early the next morning as Laura headed down Wrightwood Avenue with Paul in the front seat next to her.
He rubbed his eyes wistfully and looked out into the sunny morning.
They were riding in Paul's silver Eldorado and their destination was Philadelphia airport.
"You're always leaving for somewhere," Laura said a little sadly.
The evening before she had wanted sex with her husband in the worst way, but he had told her that it would be impossible that evening. He had to get his rest for the long flight to the coast.
"It's all in a day's work," Paul shrugged.
"Don't you ever get sick of the travel?"
"Yes, but the challenge keeps me going."
"What challenge?" she chuckled. "You're always doing the same thing, trying to get people off."
"I told you, dear. I'm doing my best to make the system work. Our system of justice is the finest in the world and I'm very proud of it."
"You're just like a broken record," she chuckled.
"So are you."
"You're awfully edgy this morning."
"No, I don't know that I'm edgy. I just get a little tired of hearing you go on and on and on about how I make a living. I make a pretty good one, to tell you the truth. Good enough to keep you in style."
"So you've reminded me about every day."
"Only when it's absolutely necessary," Paul said, firmly but calmly. "What's the trial about out on the coast."
"A murder trial."
"Oh yes. Is this the one involving that prominent Beverly Hills doctor?"
"That's the one."
"Sure, money talks, doesn't it?" she laughed cynically. "You're going to get the character off. He's got plenty of bread, and he can afford to hire the best defense attorney in the country, namely you, my dear."
"I appreciate the compliment. I don't know that I am the best."
"I'm sure you do. No, I think you are the best. But I'm really getting tired of seeing you do nothing but defend crooks."
"I don't defend crooks," he quietly admonished her. "I defend defendants. It's up to the jury to decide whether they are guilty or innocent."
"So I've been told about ten thousand times if I've been told once," she shook her head.
A few minutes later she was maneuvering the car into the airport entrance.
"How long do you suppose this trial will take?" Laura asked.
"I think we'll be able to wrap the whole thing up in no more than a week."
"That fast for a murder trial?"
"Certainly. It's an uncomplicated trial. There aren't many witnesses."
"I see, then maybe that will make it a little easier."
Several moments later she pulled the car to a halt in front of the entrance to the airline he would be flying on.
He got out of the car and took out his baggage, and kissed her.
"Be sure to say goodbye to Michael for me," Paul said.
"I will."
"You see that you take care of that boy."
"He's more-likely to take care of me," she shook her head.
As Paul spent more time away from Laura, a certain pattern of loneliness developed within the very being of her.
Laura was a beautiful woman, and she noticed the looks of admiration she would receive wherever she went.
It bugged her that she did not get some more sex from Paul than she did. He was away so much that it was really beginning to bug her now.
She remained a very hot woman. She kept up her physical condition, and was proud of her beautiful face and body. She wanted her husband to spend more time admiring her.
Even when he was at home, so much of the time he was busy preparing for a case or appearing in court arguing that she did not get the opportunity to see him. And on so many of those occasions once she did, he would be either to tired to have sex, or would need to save his strength for the next day.
She arrived home, then went back inside the house.
As she entered the living room, a droopy-eyed Michael was making his way slowly down the stairs.
"Good morning," she called out to her son.
"Hi, Mom," he said.
He was wearing his light blue robe, and he looked a little pale. He was feeling the effects of the drinks he had the night before in the form of a headache.
"What's for breakfast?" he asked.
"I've left some coffee, toast, and eggs for you. If you want some bacon, I can get that for you."
"Naw, that's plenty. Thanks."
It bugged her to consider the possibility that they had had sex last night, but it was an inescapable conclusion.
After all, wasn't she a loose girl? Everything that she had heard indicated that she was. In addition, there was also the question of him coming home so late. She hadn't even heard him come in, and she had not gone to bed that early herself, since she had stopped for a drink with her husband on the way back from the game.
The more she thought about it, the more that Laura concluded she ought to have a talk with her son concerning his activities.
She walked into the kitchen and sat down across from him at the table.
"Mind if we have a little talk?" she began, on a calm note.
"No, not at all. What's on your mind, Mom?"
"If you don't mind me saying so, you don't look very good this morning, Michael."
"I don't feel so hot," he shrugged. "I guess it was that tough game last night. That must have been it."
"I'm not so sure," she replied skeptically. "You know, you got home awfully late. What time did you get in?"
"Oh, about midnight."
"I think it was later than that. I didn't get to bed much before midnight myself."
"Maybe it was a little later," he said a bit defensively.
"You were at that party, weren't you?"
"Sure, what's wrong with having a little fun? I mean, you win a game like that, and you feel like doing something spectacular. Some kind of celebrating."
"That all depends on what kind of celebrating and how you are going to do it."
"What the hell. I didn't do anything wrong."
"You were with that Sally, weren't you?"
"Sure I was. She's a nice girl."
"Not from what I've heard, she isn't."
"Why is it you don't like her?" he looked at his mother unhappily.
"I don't think she's good enough for you."
"Oh, are we going to go into that again?"
"It happens to be the truth. You're a handsome, desirable young man, and you come from a good family. As a matter-of-fact, you come from probably the wealthiest family in the whole school. I mean, your father probably makes more than any father of a son or daughter attending that school. Do you realize what kind of a background this girl comes from?"
"I know, I know. It doesn't mean one damn thing to me."
"Don't talk to me that way, Michael."
"Get off my back, Mom. I'm not feeling well."
"Did you have anything to drink over there."
"A little."
"Quite a little, I would imagine," Laura said bitterly. "That girl has quite an influence on you, alright. Yes, she does."
"Let the poor kid alone. I happen to like her."
"Would you like to marry her."
"Why ask that?"
"I'd just like to know how serious you are.
"No, I'm not thinking about marriage. I'm just thinking about a good time."
"Oh, that's why you're going with her."
"Sure, she's lots of fun."
"How much fun."
"A lot of fun."
"Did you have sex with her last night?" Laura proceeded boldly.
"Don't ask me a question like that Mom," he turned his head away in embarrassment.
"I know what kind of a girl she is, and she'd probably consider it a great conquest to have sex with you. I'm sure you've had sex with her up to now."
"What if I have? I mean, I'm a young guy that has the same kind of passions that anybody else does. Why should I be any different?"
"I wouldn't be expending those passions on a little tramp, if I were you."
"She's not a tramp."
"If she gives in to you, she is. She should be saving herself if she had any self-respect."
"Saving herself for what?"
"For marriage."
"She wants some kicks now, and so do I."
"From what I've heard about her, she's giving kicks to plenty of guys around the school."
"Maybe she has, maybe she hasn't. Hell, what's wrong with her having a little fun?"
"So you condone this type of thing?"
"I like having a little fun, if that's what you mean. I never claimed to be a saint."
"No, you're certainly not acting like one."
"Aw, let up, Mom. I don't want to argue with you."
"It's disgusting to see you act this way."
"You're coming on at me like you're a district attorney, or something. Why are you prosecuting me?"
"I'm not prosecuting you, I'm just trying to drum a little sense into that big, thick head of yours."
"Don't be talking so nasty to me, Mom."
"It's not nastiness. I'm really amazed at the way you act, though. You ought to be looking for a high class girl, somebody from a wealthy family."
"Aw, that's a lot of phony bullshit."
"Please stop using such crude language," Laura exploded. "I suppose you hear that kind of talk from Sally."
"No, I use more of it than she does. As a matter-of-fact, most of the guys on the team do use dirty language. So what's wrong with that?"
"This is a pretty disgusting conversation."
"I'm sorry that you don't like me going with Sally, Mom, but I happen to like her. I really don't see anything wrong with her at all."
"In time you will, but then it might be too late."
"Why do you say that."
"What if you knock her up."
"That's not going to happen."
"That's what they all say," Laura laughed. "What makes you so confident."
"She knows how to take care of herself."
"I've heard that one before too."
"Gee, Mom, I really do wish you'd let up on me."
"Alright, I'll let up on you," Laura said, walking disgustedly out of the room.
Now Michael was left so saddened from the argument with his mother that he did not feel like eating anymore.
He sipped the rest of his coffee, then got up from the table.
He decided that he would take a ride in his Alfa Romeo. Maybe that would calm his ruffled nerves a little.
CHAPTER 6
Paul had been gone one day, and Laura was still in a terrible frame of mind.
It hurt her to be away from her husband, and now she was beginning to experience those pangs of arousal down there between her legs, much more frequently than she had in the past.
She went to the women's club meeting the next day.
It broke up sooner than she had anticipated, after which she returned home.
As she walked inside the house, she looked around for Michael, observing his
Alfa in the driveway.
She was able to find him nowhere in the house, so she automatically assumed that he was taking a swim.
Michael enjoyed swimming in their large backyard pool. He swam there regularly, as did Laura:
She walked toward the window of the den, out of which she could see the backyard clearly.
She then received a startling surprise as she observed Michael pulling his long, muscular frame out of the water.
He did not have his trunks on. It was the first time she had ever observed him swimming in the nude.
She felt sudden tinges of excitement rippling through her body as her eyes remained fastened on him.
He sat in a lounging chair for several moments, then restlessly jumped to his feet.
Michael walked toward the diving board, then executed a dive from it, landing with a magnificent splash in the bright blue water of the pool.
Laura walked quickly into the bedroom, removing her dress and underwear.
She slipped into an enticing polka dot bikini, and then walked barefooted down the stairs and toward the backyard.
As she opened the door and entered the backyard, she walked quickly toward the swimming pool.
It was her intention to act startled, to pretend that she had come upon Michael nude purely by surprise. She hoped that her inward enthusiasm could be restrained.
"Hello, dear," she said, waving to him.
He was letting his body churn through the water, and he immediately looked up at her with an embarrassed expression on his face.
"What's wrong dear?" she inquired. "Mom, I'm not decent."
"Oh, my goodness."
"I usually go swimming in the nude when you are gone. I didn't think you'd be home this early."
"I didn't either. The meeting broke up early."
"Usually those meeting don't break up early, do they?"
"No, they generally don't. They usually break up late. Those women like to gab. But today for some reason or other it broke up early."
"I don't know what to do. I guess you'd better go back into the house."
"Don't be silly," she said. "You know, I am your mother, Michael. We don't have to be that prudish about these things. You can come out of the water."
"Gee, you look great, Mom, in that bikini."
"This swimming is what keeps the old body up."
"You really look good."
Laura sprawled out in a lounging chair, watching as her son climbed out of the water.
He looked at her self-consciously, ashamed of showing his nude body to her.
But what embarrassed him even more was that his cock was becoming uncontrollably hard.
Michael just couldn't figure it out. This was his mother, after all, not Sally Rogers. But, then again, he seldom got that excited that fast even when Sally was naked. But this was his mother and she was wearing a bikini.
As Laura observed his rapidly inflating cock, she felt a tightness at her stomach. It made her tense to realize that her son was as turned on with her body as she was with his.
Now Michael decided that the only thing he could do under the circumstances was to go into the house as soon as possible. There were strange things happening, and the chemistry that was floating in the air was something that was too mysterious for him to put his finger on.
As Laura observed him walking away, she jumped up from the chair.
"Don't run off, dear," she said.
"I guess I'd better go in."
"Nonsense. Come on back here."
Michael turned and walked back toward her.
Now she could see that his cock was hard as it could possibly get. It was like a solid rock, and the longer she looked at it, the more nervous she became.
"You've got a beautiful body, Michael, I'm so proud of you," she said softly. "Come here, my dear. I'd like to give you a big kiss."
"Mom, I don't know what's getting into me.
"There's no need to do any explaining."
"But everything feels so-so weird."
"I know. Sometimes things feel that way. Don't be started, don't be startled about any of this."
Now she was throwing her arms around his still wet body.
She pressed her breasts ever so eagerly and seductively against his chest, she leaned her head forward and allowed her lips to come into contact with his.
As their lips met with frenzied passion, she reached out and threw her arms around Michael's strong body.
"My strong man, my handsome man," she said, releasing her lips from his.
"What's getting into us, Mom?"
"I don't know, but don't fight it."
"It's so strange that I think we'd better fight it."
"Nonsense. Stay with it, baby, wherever it takes us."
This time she took him by surprise as she thrust her tongue inside his mouth.
Now she was assuming the initiative, letting that hot tongue of hers splash ever so devastatingly against his.
He thought about how he had Frenched with Sally just a few nights earlier. She had not done it as convincingly as Laura, his mother, was doing it.
As for Laura, she thought that her son was now getting someone he deserved.
Maybe she was his mother, but she was a high class woman, and more beautiful than Sally.
The intensity mounted within both of them, and now Michael's body was trembling more noticeably than ever.
As his body trembled, she continued to run her tongue enthusiastically against his.
The longer that the festivities continued, the more convinced that Laura became than this was for real. She never felt this strong toward a man since Paul was very young.
Perhaps that was why she found Michael so enticing physically. There was a strong resemblance between Michael and his father, the way that his father had looked and acted when he was just a little older than Michael.
Now she was becoming bolder with each moment. She reached behind his back, letting her fingers stroke his ass-cheeks.
As her fingers bore in, coming into brisk contact with his ass, he flinched.
She knew just what she was doing to him, and it made her feel good.
Now she had a hot man in her arms, and it didn't make any difference at that point whether Paul was there or not.
She finally released her tongue from Michael's mouth, and as she did, she reached out with her left hand and began to tug on the end of Michael's lengthy rod.
She grabbed a hold of that penis and pumped on it ever so eagerly, treating it as she would have a long lost jewel.
"What a wonderful cock, oh, what a cock you've got," she said.
"Oh, it will be shooting before long."
"Don't you dare let it shoot before I get a chance to receive some of the action from it."
"We must be both crazy to be doing something like this."
"No we're not crazy at all. This is natural, perfectly natural, under the circumstances. Your father just hasn't been giving me enough satisfaction, and you're attracted to me because I'm a beautiful woman with a beautiful body. That's all that really matters."
Michael's head was swimming in a sea of confusion as her fingers continued to pump rigorously up and down on his hard penis.
As those fingers continued to work eagerly on that hot flesh, that swollen organ of his became more wrapped in sensation than ever.
He could feel those familiar itches in his cock and balls as she kept on moving those fingers up and down his skin.
"Oh, those sensations, they're too much," he gasped. "I love that, honey, I love what you're doing to me, oh, I can't believe it, oh, you're my mother and you're giving me such sensations. Oh, it really feels wonderful."
"Just stick with it, because I'm only getting warmed up."
"But I can't get much warmer."
"I realize that. Just hang on, honey, just hang on."
Now she suddenly dropped down to her knees. The knees were making contact with the grass, and she raised her head upward slightly.
"What are you going to do?" he asked, his eyes bulging with surprise.
"I want to lick you, I want to lick your cock."
"Oh, no, not that.
"Don't you want some delightful sensations?"
"Yes, but I thought you were just going to jerk me off. I didn't know you were going to get that intimate."
"I want it, I need it, I need that cock."
"But this is so crazy."
"So is life."
"I didn't know that it was this crazy. At least I didn't think my life was. Up until now, that is."
"Be still, baby, because I want to lick you. I want to go down on that hard rod of yours."
"Oh, my resistance is weakening. I can't argue with you much anymore."
"I don't want you to argue."
"I won't."
"That's good."
"This is something. I can hardly believe it."
"Hang on, sweetheart, because I'm letting that tongue go to work."
Now she was pressing her head forward, allowing the tongue to come into contact with spirited grace against his long, bulging penis.
Back and forth she slid that tongue of hers, letting it slide against the tip of his penis.
She wanted to extend the passions, to provide herself with a great deal of satisfaction. That meant working her tongue around at a gradual clip, making certain that she did not bring him off too fast.
"Oh, you are really working that tongue, you are doing a fantastic job," he exclaimed. "I can hardly believe it, I can hardly believe that anybody could give me this much sensation, oh, keep it up."
Now her head was bobbing up and down with great eagerness as she kept letting that hot tongue of hers maneuver up and down the length of his entire rod.
She had begun with the tip, and now she was working the tongue up and down the huge instrument, enjoying every delightful moment of the action.
"Oh, I'm getting closer, I can't take much more of this action, oh, you are really doing it beautifully," he said. "I can't believe how good that feels, oh, you're wonderful at it, Mom, keep it up."
Now he was massaging the back of her neck with his fingers, moving them smoothly as she kept on pumping that tongue of hers up and down his entire instrument.
She remembered how eager Paul had always been for her to suck his penis, back in the days when he had been young and hot.
Now she was bringing out those same feelings of intensity within her young, hot son.
He continued to massage her neck as she kept on working that tongue around his rod.
"I'm getting close," he gulped. "Oh, just a very few more strokes, Mom, just a few more."
She reached out now and fondled his testicles with the fingers of her right hand. As she massaged his balls, he reached the point of ultimate excitement, that at which his penis exploded.
The burning white liquid spurted out of the end of his lengthy staff and into her waiting mouth.
She gobbled up every drop of his liquid explosion with great desire.
He could still hardly believe what had happened when she removed her now satisfied tongue from his rod.
"I guess we can both go in now," she smiled.
"Mom, you're the best fuck a guy ever had."
"That's very sweet of you to say, Michael."
She threw her arms around him and kissed his cheek affectionately. He stood there dumbfoundedly, not knowing what to say.
CHAPTER 7
After Laura and Michael got into the house, Laura began doing a lot of thinking.
She began to reevaluate the sex act in which she had foliated her son.
She began to think that perhaps she had done something terribly wrong, and that she should prevent such occurrences from taking place in the future.
Michael went into the bathroom and immediately took a shower.
She sat at the end of his bed waiting for him to come out of the shower.
As he walked out of the bathroom, wearing only his underwear, she told him how important it was for them to talk.
"I really have something urgent to talk to you about," she said. "Sit down, dear."
"Do you want to ball again?"
"No, but that's exactly what I want to talk about."
"Why talk about it when you can do it?" he laughed.
"I'll tell you something. I didn't spend enough time thinking about the morality of this question. If I had done so, I wouldn't have had sex with you."
"Now you're going back on what you said."
"I know I am," she admitted solemnly. "But that's the way it goes. Consistency is the last refuse of the unimaginative, according to Oscar Wilde. Well, if I'm inconsistent, then so be it. I'm trying to do what's right, and what I did with you out there in that backyard wasn't right at all."
"Like you said, you just got carried away under the circumstances. We were just two hot people who happened to get turned on."
"No, there was more to it than that," she admitted.
"Like what?" he looked at her, a little confused.
"Just one thing. You see, my dear, I happened to come home from that meeting early and I looked out in the backyard. That's when I saw you swimming in the nude. I decided to go out and see if I couldn't entice you."
"Well, your strategy sure worked," he laughed.
"All too well, I'm afraid to say."
"There's no need to apologize for any of it. I think you were right then. I think you were right in saying there is nothing wrong with it. You said that Dad hadn't been giving you much sex. No, he isn't, and you've got to be getting it from somewhere. Either you'll be looking elsewhere, or you'll be doing it with someone like me."
"No, that isn't true," she said. "I really think that I can find a happy medium. I really believe that. Just maybe I can convince your father to stay around here more of the time. All I know, is that right now I'd better start acting more like your mother and a little less like your lover."
"But it was sure a lot of fun while it lasted."
"I hope you can forget all about this."
"Just how can I forget the best blow job I've ever had."
"You certainly can try. And whatever you do, don't mention this to anyone."
"I'll keep it under my hat."
"You see that you do that now."
"O.K., I'll see that I do that now."
"You're a very good boy, Michael, and I sure would hate to corrupt you."
"That's a real laugh," he chuckled. "How could you ever corrupt me?"
"By subjecting you to the influences like those that I was subjecting you to this afternoon."
"No way."
"O.K., I hope not. I like to think that I wouldn't be corrupting you."
"Well, I think I'm past that point."
"Certainly you're not trying to tell me that you're jaded, are you?"
"No, not really. I'm not trying to tell you that."
She leaned over and kissed her son's left cheek tenderly, then turned and walked away.
As she left the room, Michael scratched his head perplexedly.
At first he had been fearful about having sex with his mother. Then she had reassured him that it was alright.
Based on her reassurance, he had had a good time with her. And now there she was, telling him not to ever engage in sex with her again.
Michael did his best to forget about that sex act, even though it was impossible for him to do so. He was trying to banish it from his thoughts. What really scared him was the very rear possibility that he enjoyed it so much that he would have to try and obtain sex from her again.
At school on Monday he ran into Sally at lunch time.
"Hi, there," she smiled, sitting down next to him in the cafeteria.
"How's it going?"
"Very good. But it could be going better."
"What's the problem?"
"I need a little action," she leaned over and whispered, batting her eyelashes seductively.
"That shouldn't be any problem."
"Is that cock of yours up to it tonight?"
"I said it's up to it about any time you want it."
"Fine, drop over."
"I've got practice after school. Remember? I'm on the team."
"I mean drop over after practice."
"But hell, that will be about six o'clock."
"So what's wrong with that?"
"There's just one thing I'd like to mention to you. You know, your Mom is generally home then. You want me to wind up being chased by her with a shotgun or something?"
"Don't be silly, my dear. You think that I'd be asking you over under those circumstances?"
"If you got horny enough, I suppose you would."
"No, I wouldn't do it. I'd wait until she was gone. As a matter-of-fact, my Mom will be gone until tomorrow."
"That's good. That puts things on a different footing."
"Of course. So will you be able to drop by after practice?"
"Of course I will."
"Good, I'll be waiting."
"Naked in your bedroom?"
"Oh, I can hardly wait."
"That makes two of us."
Michael was in a horny frame of mind the rest of the afternoon.
It seemed to him that practice would never end that day. He kept thinking about Sally, and several times he daydreamed while the coach was talking to him.
He felt very good after practice driving to Sally's.
He observed just how hard he was as he got out of the car and walked toward her front door.
He looked down at his trousers and observed that huge bulge down there between his legs. He knew that he had to have some satisfaction fast.
He knocked at the door.
"Come in," he heard Sally's voice call out in a friendly tone.
He opened the door and walked into the house, observing her sitting in an easy chair in the living room clad in nothing other than a striking pink negligee and the white panties she wore beneath it.
Her body was curled up ever so seductively, and he could see the beautiful breasts of hers beneath the flimsy material.
He walked quickly toward her, bending over and letting his lips plunge eagerly against hers.
She got up and fixed the two of them screwdrivers, which they polished off quickly.
They had a second run shortly after they completed the first, then a third. They started acting very silly, and both sprawled out on the sofa.
He reached out and kissed her lips, and as he let his lips lock against hers, he reached inside that negligee and began to feel her breasts.
Now he was letting those fingers go to work with eager effectiveness around her nipples. The longer and more intensely that he squeezed them, the better that she liked it.
Suddenly, just as he was providing extra oomph to his movements, the door opened, and in walked Sally's mother.
"Mother!" Sally looked up, taken completely by surprise.
She came in just in time to observe Michael letting his fingers go to work on her daughter's nipples.
"I got back a little sooner than I expected," she said. "The guy that took me to Manhattan said that he had to get back to his job. He called his boss and it turned out that they were one man short. It's a good thing I came back when I did."
Michael was looking at Sally's mother nervously. Her hair was the same ravishing blonde shade as Sally's, and she looked like an older version of her daughter.
She was a little taller than Sally, but had the same kind of beautiful, compact form.
As a matter-of-fact, Michael couldn't help but think that she was put together just about as well as his own mother.
"You must be Michael," she said.
"That's right."
"What are you so nervous about?"
"We didn't expect to get caught," Michael admitted.
"No, I guess you didn't," she laughed. "You know you're a pretty good looking guy. I can see why my daughter goes for you."
"Thank you very much."
"Don't mention it, baby."
Sally and Michael continued to sit on the sofa as Sally's mother walked into the kitchen and poured herself a screwdriver.
"You kids pretty much took care of that bottle of vodka," Sally's mother laughed, as she returned from the kitchen.
"I guess we were thirsty," Michael said.
"I just guess that you were. By the way, Michael, my name is Audra."
"Great to know you, Audra."
"I'm sure glad that things worked out this way. I can see that my little girl is set for some sex action."
"Are you going to deprive me of the action now, Mother?"
"No, I don't think I'll do anything like that."
"Good, I really need it."
"As a matter-of-fact, so do I," Audra smiled.
"You want action?" Michael asked with surprise.
"Of course. That guy I went with turned out to be something of a drag."
Sally and Michael kept their eyes fastened on Audra as she quickly polished off the vodka and orange juice.
Once she finished, she announced:
"O.K., folks, let's go into the bedroom."
Michael felt a strange attraction for Sally's mother.
It immediately got him to thinking about his own mother, and how much he had enjoyed having sex with her.
He recognized that Audra Rogers was an experienced woman, and he wondered if that experience would make her a good sex partner.
It was a question which would be answered soon enough by the course of events.
Michael was astonished at how passionate Audra was.
No sooner did they get into the bedroom and no sooner had Audra closed the door behind them, then she was all over Michael.
The first thing she did was to wrestle him inside the bed, grabbing hold of his body and guiding him toward the bed.
He was only too happy to comply with her vigorous request, and they both hit the bed with a thud.
Audra was slipping her tongue inside Michael's mouth, Frenching him passionately while she used her right hand to unzip his zipper.
Up and down she briskly massaged his penis, keeping up the steady flow of action as Michael became progressively hotter.
"Oh, I love it, I love it," Michael said upon releasing his tongue from her mouth.
"You like the way I'm pulling on that penis?"
"Oh, it's simply great. You're fantastic."
"My daughter is too."
"I know she is."
Soon she had his T-shirt off, after which she undid his belt, next came his trousers.
"Damn, but you look good to me," she said.
"I'll bet you look good naked," Michael said.
"Would you like to see me in the nude?"
"Of course I would."
"Then I guess I'd better take off my clothes," Audra said as she removed all of her clothing.
"Come on into bed with me," Michael said. "I really want some hot sex with you."
"I'm all for that."
She jumped into his arms, and they kissed soulfully.
"I want you to lick my mound," Audra whispered.
"I'd love to."
Now Audra was rolling over on her back. She spread her legs eagerly, then reached down with her right hand and vigorously massaged her pussy several times.
As she worked those fingers fervently around her mound, she let her ass-cheeks flip back and forth.
"How does that look to you?" she asked smilingly.
"It looks damned good."
"Then come on, baby, and start licking."
"O.K.; I will."
"Come on and lick her," Sally called out. "Come on and lick that pussy."
And now he was turning loose that tongue of his with every bit of passion he could muster, putting forth every maximum effort into every roaring stab.
"Come on and lick, come on and lick that mound," she exclaimed. "Come on baby, work the tongue around, oh, now you're working it, oh, now you're getting me closer, ever so close, oh, I really love what you are doing to me, honey, keep up the licking."
He kept it up until she could withstand it no longer.
"Oh, I'm shooting, I'm shooting, shooting," she sighed. "Go after it baby, go after that hot juice."
He was excited by the way that her ass-cheeks flipped back and forth as the juice began to spurt from her pussy and into his waiting mouth.
He gobbled that juice up ever so eagerly, enjoying to the fullest those licking motions.
"Oh, you're too much, darling, you are really a great pussy licker," she laughed.
"I told you he was," Sally said, "and now I'm nervous all over from watching you two."
"Then maybe you should have your pussy licked," Michael grinned.
"Do you suppose you could handle me too?"
"You know I can."
"O.K., I'll get off the bed for awhile and watch you go to work on my little girl," Audra laughed.
Audra leaned forward and kissed Michael's lips. It was a kiss of appreciation. She fully enjoyed every stab that he had put. forth inside that hot mound of hers.
CHAPTER 8
Sally was extremely excited.
She had become aroused watching her mother being licked to climax by Michael.
Now she was lying in the middle of the bed, kicking her legs eagerly and trembling with great anticipation as she got ready for Michael's tongue onslaught.
Now it was Audra who was in the background and she didn't mind. She recognized that after her daughter had been licked to climax she would get back into activity.
She was sitting in a chair in the corner of the room, her mound becoming agitated as she watched Michael begin licking her daughter's mound. Audra was massaging her pussy as she watched the activity unfolding down there on the bed.
"Gangway," Michael smiled.
He shoved his head forward, allowing his tongue to come into contact with Sally's mound.
"Oh, you're in me, sweetheart, you're in me," she exclaimed. "Just keep that tongue going, keep it going down there inside my box, come on, honey, oh, put it to work, put that tongue to work, go to it, baby."
Back and forth he was letting his tongue go to work, and the longer it slipped over her slit, the more agitated that he became.
As he kept up those fervent movements, she was driven that much closer to a state of ecstatic excitement.
She was gasping with every thrusting tongue effort that he put forth. He was drilling her with that tongue, really letting it go, working with magnificient grace inside that hot mound of hers. He was also letting his fingers go to work on her buttocks, maneuvering the fingers ever so briskly as he kept up that steady tongue activity.
Back and forth he was letting himself go, putting every ounce of burning sensuality that he had at his disposal into every fervent tongue effort.
So now he was moving her that much closer to the final moment, with those brisk tongue stabs of his.
The activity was flowing at a vigorous pace, and he knew that he had young Sally exactly where he wanted her. The activity continued at a sensational clip as he worked her that much closer to the supreme moment of climax.
"Just a few more strokes, a few more," she sighed. "Come on, and keep licking, darling, oh, keep it up."
Several licks later the pussy juice began to shoot out of Sally's mound.
"Oh, I'm there, darling. I'm there, eat me, eat me," she implored. "Go after every drop, oh, I need that action, oh, I need that tongue of yours, I really need it, go to it, darling, oh, really go to it."
Now he withdrew his tongue from her mound, and a pleased smile was sweeping across his entire face.
"Oh, that was great," he smiled.
"Did you like it?"
"What did you think?"
"I wonder if Mom can get back into the act now," an aroused Audra said, getting up from the chair she had been sitting on and walking toward the bed.
"That's fine with me," Michael said.
"Then what about me?" beautiful Sally said.
"We can all get into the act, baby," Audra said.
"You mean a combination act?" Michael inquired.
"That's exactly what I mean," Audra laughed.
Now the three of them were sharing the bed together, and were getting ready for some more action.
Audra got the action going by reaching down and beginning to tug at Michael's hard cock.
"It's really hard down there," she laughed.
"It really is," Michael said.
"I like fingering it."
"I would think you would."
"Such great sensations."
"For both of us."
"What should I do?" Sally asked.
"I've got just one thing," Audra smiled. "I could go down on him, honey, and while I'm doing that you can sit on his face."
"So you mean I can go down on Sally again?" Michael asked.
"That's exactly what I've got in mind," Audra said. "You haven't lived until you've gotten one of my fantastic blow jobs."
"I bet you're great."
"I am. I've never had a complaint yet."
"If you are so good at the licking as you are at the finger work, then you really must be something."
"Just wait and see."
"I'm waiting with great interest."
"I'm sure you are."
Now those fingers were working with great zeal, driving Michael into a state of frenzy.
His balls were bulging with great anticipation from the finger strokes, and the longer that Audra kept up that action, the more aroused he became. He knew that he couldn't take much more of that action before having to ignite his cock juices.
"Oh, work those fingers, work them fast," he gasped. "Just keep that going, baby, just keep up those finger movements."
Now Michael was lying there with his legs spread, getting ready for the moment at which she would put that tongue of hers to work on his rod.
His entire body was quivering with great anxiety, and he was anticipating that big moment.
Now they were all ready to commence with the action. Audra sank her head down between Michael's legs.
She looked down at his huge bulge. Back and forth she was allowing that tongue to slide, working it ever so slowly, letting the action build in a gradual manner.
His body quivered, and now he observed Sally getting up on all fours, raising her body until her beautiful ass and torrid mound were resting just inches from his tongue.
"Come on and go down on me," Sally said. "Come on, baby, I'm hot again. I want some more licking, I really want it, that's it put it to work, put that tongue of yours to work inside my mound."
So now he was letting his tongue begin to slide over her warm, moist mound.
Back and forth those intense movements continued. He wanted to get her to explode as many times as he could.
Michael began to go a little bit slower to keep the same tempo as Audra was keeping and to give Sally the utmost in pleasure.
Back and forth he was letting his tongue slide, and as he did so, he was enjoying every stroke.
He liked the fact that he was giving it as he was getting it, and now Audra, very skilled in the art of cock efforts, was beginning to step up the pace.
Now that tongue was moving at a fantastic pace. She had gradually stepped up the action from those first few slow strokes.
As for Michael, he was too stepping up the pace as he let his tongue go to work inside of Sally's hot mound.
"Now you're doing it, honey, now you're getting me close," Sally said. "Come on and keep up that action, darling, keep up that action."
Several licks later Sally shot her juices into his mouth.
It made him feel good to know that he had received another spirited joy shot from her. And it also enhanced his pleasure to recognize that he was close to unleashing his juices inside of Audra's mouth.
"Oh, honey, what an orgasm," Sally sighed. "You can keep on licking, I'm like a glutton when it comes to this kind of action. Oh yes I am, I really love what you are doing to me, I love that activity, come ill on and lick again, baby, don't stop, don't stop for a second, I'm just too hot, I'm just too happy. Oh, yes, I love this action."
He wasn't about to stop, and this time he unleashed his most furious tongue efforts as he was determined to receive a second load of juice in rapid succession.
As for Audra, she was moving into the closing stages of her act, driving that tongue of hers with whirlpool-like effectiveness.
A few strokes later the hot juice began to shoot out of the end of his bulging spear.
As he began to orgasm, and as he felt the itch circulating throughout his entire body, particularly down there in his cock and balls, he began tonguing with great voracity inside of Sally's mound.
"Oh, I'm going. Oh, I'm going," Sally said. It made him feel good to be receiving Sally's juices at the very same moment that the hot white liquid was streaking out of the end of his huge rod.
It was a great feeling, and he loved every bit of it.
Even though he had shot, however, that cock of his had hardly gone down at all. "Now I want to lick you," Sally said. "Good idea and he can lick my mound again," Audra said.
"Did I give you enough juice?" he asked with a smile.
"Oh yes, just plenty," Audra laughed. "But that doesn't mean I don't want more."
"I guess you probably are the same kind of sex glut that I am," he laughed.
"You'd have to say that, baby."
Soon they were back at it again, and this time it was Sally who was turning herself loose against his throbbing cock.
As she let her tongue unleash itself against his hot rod, he went to work licking on Audra's mound.
Once more the action built up steadily for all of them, and Michael knew it would be just a matter of a few minutes before he would be exploding a second time.
Once more he felt that familiar trembling between his legs, as long with the accompanying itchiness that circulated throughout the area of his cock and balls.
Again there was the great spurting down at his cock, the white juice shooting out the end of his spear and flooding the hot mouth of Sally.
All in all he had a fantastic time, and he hated the idea of leaving at all. But he knew it was time to go home.
CHAPTER 9
Michael was still reflecting the drinks that he had had when he arrived home.
It was a few minutes past ten, and he observed his mother sitting at the bar sipping a martini.
As he moved up closer to her, he could see that there were tears in her eyes and that she had had a great deal to drink.
"Where the hell have you been?" she asked.
"We had a team meeting after practice," he explained. "You see, we want to get our signals down pat for that game Friday night."
"Wrong," Laura exploded.
"What do you mean?"
"I called the athletic office, and there was nobody in there. There wasn't even an answer."
Now Michael's head dropped. He recognized that he had been caught squarely in a lie.
"I had things to do," he shrugged.
"Like balling Sally Rogers, I suppose?"
"Why do you have it in for Sally?" Michael turned and walked nervously toward the sofa, sitting down.
"She's not good enough for you," Laura exploded, getting up from the chair. "I don't know how many times I have to tell you that. It's terrible, downright terrible, what you are subjecting yourself to. You've got this great football career and college scholarship ahead of you, if you play your cards right, but no, you want to screw around. Do you realize that big game is only two nights off?"
"I realize that."
"Then why are you coming home half drunk?"
"I'm not half drunk."
"You can't fool me. I can see you had plenty to drink. Yes, you and Sally make a great pair. You are both going to fizzle out if you don't watch it."
"I'll be ready Friday night," he said confidently.
"I don't think you will be. Not the way you are going."
"O.K., so I'll play it close to the vest tomorrow. I'll get a good night's sleep, then I'll be all set for the game."
"You are playing it too close to the vest," she replied. "You should be getting plenty of rest as you get close to kick-off time. You are really doing yourself a grave disservice."
"O.K., O.K., maybe I am," he said sadly.
"What gets into you?"
"Sally said she wanted to see me."
"Are you her slave?"
"I'd like to think I'm nobody's slave."
"O.K., and if that's true, why do you have to say yes?"
"I do dig her quite a bit."
"Yes, I know you do. And she's going to lead you right down the drain. If she really had any concern about you, she wouldn't be suggesting that you go over to her place and ball her when you've got this big game coming up on Friday."
"I don't know. She didn't think it would bother me."
"Oh, she didn't?"
"No. I've balled her the night before games," he said.
He suddenly realized that he had let the wrong thing slip from his mouth. He turned away in embarrassment.
"That's quite a startling revelation," she said. "So that's the way it is between you two."
"She gives me quite a morale boost."
"Yes, she certainly does," Laura said sarcastically. "You've got the wrong idea about her."
"No, I haven't."
"What makes you think you know her so well?"
"I've seen her type many times. You really should get away from her. Get away from her good."
"What's the use of talking," he said, walking up the stairs toward his room.
Laura heaved a sigh, then shook her head in frustration.
She went back to sipping her drink. What hurt her most was that she still had this strong physical attraction for her own son.
It would not seem to go away, and that was really bothering her more at that particular moment than was her son's penchant for sex with young Sally.
If anything, she was a little jealous of Sally, for getting all of the action that she was, action that she would have liked to get herself.
She was still sitting there sipping the drink and thinking about her problems when the telephone rang.
She looked at her watch and discovered that it was just a few minutes before eleven.
She walked over toward the telephone and picked it up.
"Hello," she began.
"How's my beautiful wife?" Paul's voice boomed confidently.
"Why, hello there," she said, trying to lift her voice out of the melancholy state that it was in.
"You're not sounding real good."
"What makes you say that?" she laughed nervously.
"It sounds to me like you've been doing a little drinking. Your voice isn't steady as it always is."
"You attorneys are looking for clues no matter what you're doing," she chuckled.
"No, I mean it."
"And I mean it. You guys seem to be looking for clues all the time."
"I'm concerned about my woman," he told her. "Now, just what's the problem?"
"Oh, I've just beet getting a little lonely and I've been doing a little more drinking than I out to."
"I've got some good news."
"What's that?"
"Just when is Michael's football game? Is it Friday or Saturday."
"It's Friday."
"That's what I thought," Paul said. "Well, that will take a little doing, but I think I can make it anyway."
"You mean that trial is just about wrapped up?"
"Certainly. Closing arguments will be tomorrow. Mine isn't all that long, and unless the prosecution really fools me by making a long-winded pitch, their argument shouldn't be all that long either. Then it's jury deliberation time, and everything should be over by Friday."
"You're certainly not giving yourself much time."
"Listen, honey, when you've argued as many of these cases as I have you can sense these things. It's an acquittal, as sure as shooting, and it's not going to take the jury long to recognize it."
"You're not a mind reader, you know."
"Maybe not, but you get to where you can smell these tings. I can tell you for sure that things will be over by Friday morning."
"Then that means you will be able to get back for the game."
"That's right."
"That's very good. Michael will be very happy. He was a little disappointed when he thought you were not going to be able to see him play."
"Well, you can tell him that the old man will be in the stands cheering him on."
"He'll be so happy to hear that."
"I'm happy to be getting home."
"You haven't been around to much lately."
"No, I haven't."
"You know, I was thinking. I think it might be a good idea for us to get away this weekend."
"You know, I kind of agree with you," Paul said. "What do you have in mind?"
"What about one of those wonderful little island hops?"
"Where would you want to go?"
"Oh, I don't know. It's been a long time since we've been to Stoney Resort. How would you like to go there?"
"Yeah, I'd like some of that nice quiet crisp air."
"O.K., then why don't we leave on Saturday?"
"Is that trial really going as well as you say?"
"Would I be sounding this happy if it wasn't?"
"I guess not, but you are quite a convincing actor."
"Not that convincing," he said. "When one of my clients isn't doing so well, it will show up in my voice."
"I suppose you're right."
"I'm real happy about the way things are going. Believe me, I am."
"I'll be happy to be getting away from it all this weekend."
"And that makes two of us. Goodnight now, dear. And give my regards to our talented football playing son."
"Would you like to speak to him?"
"I figured he would be asleep by now."
"Just a second, I'll check and see. He went to his room just a few minutes ago."
Laura went to check on her son. She discovered that Michael was in bed. She went back to the telephone and reported to Paul, "yes, darling he's already in bed, I think he needs his sleep or I would disturb him."
CHAPTER 10
A chilling tension marred the otherwise warm night as the teams moved into the fourth quarter.
It was a scoreless tie, and Michael had not been able to break loose even once on one of his long runs.
The fans were getting restless, hoping that Washington High would cut loose and score a smashing victory.
"What's wrong with Michael tonight, dear?" Laura asked with concern.
"Nothing really," Paul said. "They're playing a much rougher team tonight than they were up against the last time we saw them play."
"Do you think that that's the whole answer?"
"I think so. Why, what are you driving at?
"Well, it seems that he has been spending quite a bit of time with Sally Rogers."
"I see. Then you figure that maybe he's not performing at top level because he's been doing a little playing around."
"Oh, I don't think that's it. I think he's going to break loose this period. Just wait and see."
"O.K., we'll just have to wait."
The game moved into its final five minutes.
Washington seemed to be stymied in its own territory all night long. Now the team was its own twenty-two yard line, facing a third down situation.
"I guess they'll pass this down," Paul said.
"They need big yardage," Laura agreed. "They more than-likely will."
Just about the time it appeared that the situation definitely called for a pass play, the quarterback pitched out to Michael, who took the ball and began to ramble around right end.
"Beautiful fake, just beautiful," Paul said, jumping to his feet.
"Come on Michael," Laura called out.
Michael dodged a few tacklers, then played his blocking beautifully, moving quickly down the field.
It wasn't until he reached the forty yard line in the opposition's territory that he was dragged down from behind.
"He almost broke that one," Paul said with elation. "He almost went all the way."
"Maybe he'll break it the next time," Laura said.
The next two plays saw Michael breaking for big gains.
Now the stadium was a bedlam of shouting as the ball rested on the fifteen yard line.
"This is it," Paul said, slapping his hands elatedly. "They're not going to catch him this time. He's going all the way. He's going to score."
Michael broke over the goal line, causing the cheerleaders to jump up and down eagerly.
As Laura observed Michael standing in the end zone, she looked over and saw Sally Rogers jumping up and down gleefully.
A few minutes later the game ended, and as it did, some of Michael's gleeful and appreciative team mates picked up Michael and carried him a few strides toward the dressing room before putting him down.
Now Michael would shower and meet with his folks outside the stadium.
He thought about Sally and whether she would be there to greet him as well.
He found out soon enough when he walked out the dressing room door and observed Sally standing there several feet away.
"Hello, darling, congratulations," she said.
"Thanks, Sally," he grinned, a little nervously.
"How would you like to come over to my place tonight? There are all kinds of parties going on, but I quite frankly would like to miss all of them. I'd like to have one all myself and you."
"Sounds good, but I can't make it."
"Why not?" her eyes dropped in disappointment."
"I've got to go somewhere with my folks."
"Can't you pass it up?"
"No, we're going to Stoney Resort. It's all set. They would be terribly disappointed if I didn't go with them."
"You know, this is really disappointing. You don't know how badly I wanted you to stab that penis of yours into me."
"Certainly it can wait."
"I guess it will have to," she shook her head.
"I'm sorry baby."
"I'll see you Michael."
He watched as she walked away dejectedly.
No sooner did she leave than his folks walked up to him and congratulated him on his performance.
"That's my boy," Laura said. "You really showed them tonight, Michael."
"They almost showed me," he shook his head.
"They were strong defensively," Paul pointed out.
'"Yes, they were, but that wasn't the big problem. I just didn't feel good most of the night."
"Do you recall what I said Wednesday?" Laura looked at him knowingly. "Yes, Mother."
"Well, just keep that in mind. As I said, that little girl isn't good for you at all."
Michael said nothing more, walking with his parents to the car.
A few minutes later they arrived at the airport, where they caught a plane that would take them to Stoney Resort.
Michael slept soundly that evening. He couldn't remember being that tired for a long spell.
The more he thought about what his mother had said concerning Sally, the more he recognized that she was right. It had apparently taken an awful lot out of him to have cavorted with her and Audra in the bed that evening. He decided that coupled with the drinks, had been what had gotten him into such a tired frame of mind.
He wondered what Laura would have thought had she known that, in addition to having sex with Sally, he had had sex with her mother as well.
While Michael was on the verge of going to sleep, there was activity in the adjoining suite.
Laura and Paul had had several drinks on the plane, and now Laura was feeling pangs of burning sensuality.
"How's my baby?" Laura asked, running her fingers through her husband's hair.
"Is my girl horny tonight?"
"I certainly am. I haven't seen my husband for a week."
"No, that's right. You haven't."
"And I haven't been seeing you much at all lately. Even when you've been home you've been so busy that I have had few opportunities to do any more than just say hello and goodbye."
"Unfortunately I must plead guilty on that account."
"Stop talking like a lawyer. Start talking like my lover."
"O.K., O.K., " he chucked.
Now she was running her fingertips over his smooth skin, looking at him with great excitement.
He leaned forward and let his lips meet hers in mid-air. As lip locked passionately against lip, he reached out and ran his fingers through her hair. He loved her beautiful hair, and it never ceased impressing him to be able to provide her with some attention.
He recognized that he had burned enough bridges behind him, and that it was not nearly as easy for him to get sexually aroused as it had been before.
Something was unnerving him. The fact that he couldn't seem to get that penis of his working in the way that he would have liked. The more he thought about it, the more bothersome the whole idea became. Perhaps all he needed to do was to relax a little while, he thought, if he could just keep his mind out of the realm of his law cases for long enough, then maybe he could enjoy some sexual satisfaction.
But as he sat there on the edge of that bed, doing his best to become aroused, he was embarrassed by the fact that that penis of his had not come up at all.
Laura was looking down there toward his fly, waiting to observe that familiar bulge that went with sexual excitement.
She was a little disappointed that it was not there, but not to the point where she was about to give up. She felt that she would undertake the challenge and succeed in getting him sufficiently aroused.
She delivered a number of quick kisses to his lips, then let her tongue slip inside his mouth.
Paul's body tensed, and he did his best to get excited. But somehow he could not seem to get that penis up.
She kept up with some finger strokes for quite some time, hoping to succeed in getting him up there.
After keeping it up for a few more minutes, she unhappily admitted defeat by removing her fingers from his cock.
"I'm sorry, awful sorry," he dropped his head.
"That's o.k. I really think you've worked much too hard."
"I suppose that's it. And the drinks didn't help either."
"No, but you didn't have all that much, did you?"
"No, but I was hitting it pretty hard certain evenings out on the Coast."
Now he was thoroughly disgusted with himself, embarrassed that he couldn't get his cock up to please his wife.
"I'll tell you what I can do," he said.
"What?"
"I can go down on you."
"Yes, I guess your tongue's still working."
"Would you like that?"
"Yes, I sure would."
"That way we can salvage something out of the deal."
"Now don't get hurt, darling. I want you to work at getting that thing up. Eventually you are going to be o.k."
"I certainly hope so."
"Just wait and see."
"You've still got that beautiful pussy," he grinned. "It's every bit as sexy now as it was when I first married you. You've taken good care of it. You've taken very good care of your entire body."
"I've tried to."
"Maybe I'd better get your bra off too."
"Certainly. I'd like to be stripped completely nude for you."
"O.K., darling, just hang on. I'll take off that bra."
He slipped his head down there between her legs and let his tongue go to work on her moist mound.
As the tongue continued to make brisk contact with her dewy petals, he realized that, minus a hard-on, he couldn't get that aroused even from going down on her.
Laura also came to a recognition. She recognized that she just wasn't in a position to get as excited as she would have liked to.
It was just too tragic about him not being able to get hard.
It took several minutes of concerted licking in order for her to orgasm.
At that point she was just as happy to call it an evening.
CHAPTER 11
The weekend which Laura had hoped would put her in closer physical contact with her husband, actually accomplished the opposite objective.
He seemed so tired and drained of his physical energies that he seemed unappealing to her.
What made matters worse, however, was the fact that young Michael, chipper and happy in the sunshine, never looked more sexually appetizing.
The good night's sleep on Friday, put the tiredness behind him and on Saturday he wanted to spend most of his day on the beach.
It was Paul who decided to leave first.
"Think I'll go across the street to the hotel," Paul said. "This sun has me a little beat."
"You want us to go with you, Dad?" Michael asked.
"No, just because I have to leave now doesn't mean that you sun worshippers have to give up one minute out here in the sun. Just stay where you are."
"You sure?" Laura asked.
"Yes, I am. Just stay where you are."
"O.K., if you don't mind," Laura said.
"Not at all. I'm going to take a nap. I'll see you two for dinner."
"See you later, Dad," Michael waved.
They watched as Paul left the beach. Then Laura turned to Michael.
"You really look good, dear," she said.
"So do you. You really look sexy when you're so nice and brown."
"Oh, don't even mention that word. I get so turned on just looking at you."
"You know, we really do dig each other, and I don't think there's anything wrong with it."
"Let's not go into that," she laughed nervously.
"I really mean it. I think that we were meant to have fun together.
"No, we just can't carry this thing any further."
"Oh, come on now. Couldn't we have a little bit of sex every now and then?"
"I don't think it would be wise. I wonder about you and Sally, though."
"Hell, there isn't that much between us," he said.
"You sure about that?"
"Of course. And you know what I would do if I had a chance to make love to you all of the time?"
"What would you do?"
"I'd give her up in a second."
"You're really serious?"
"You're damned right I am."
They spent about another hour on the beach, after which they went back to the hotel.
"Listen, Michael," Laura said just as she was about to go back to the suite that she shared with her husband.
"What is it?"
"Would you care if I came to your room with you and had a drink."
"No, I wouldn't care one bit," he smiled. She nodded, entering the room with him.
He observed that she was locking the door.
"That's a good idea," he said.
"Don't get the wrong idea."
"No, I never get the wrong idea."
"See that you don't."
But Michael was well aware of what would more than-likely happen, and so was his mother.
Although Laura did not like to admit it, she was getting more and more aroused by that handsome son of hers.
As she took another look at that muscular suntanned body, she desired him all the more.
"Why don't we get out of our swim togs?" Laura suggested.
"Great idea."
Michael watched as Laura undid the straps which held together her bikini.
"Take off your trunks, darling," she said, moving toward him.
He nodded, climbing out of his trunks.
When she saw that erect penis, she practically went out of her mind.
The first thing that Lara did was to instinctively drop down to her knees. She reached up with her right hand, letting her fingers come into contact with his erect rod.
"Oh, you really know how to turn a guy on," he said. "Keep that up, baby, oh, I really like the way you get me excited. You're great honey, you are absolutely great."
Spurred on by his encouraging comments, she continued to work those fingers around. Now she was letting her fingertips massage the very tip of his penis. The longer that those fingers went to work, stroking with magnificient grace, the better that she felt about everything.
His penis was erect, and it was just a question of how he would provide her with the satisfaction that she wanted.
Laura was deliberating that very question as those fingers of hers continued to work sweepingly up and down the full length of that cock of his.
"Oh, keep it up, keep it up," he said.
She realized after a while that what she really needed was to have his stiff cock gliding enthusiastically inside her mound.
She suddenly withdrew her fingers from his rod.
"Let's get into bed together," she suggested. "I want you to screw me, baby, I want you to slide that penis of yours around inside my mound."
"Oh, honey, I'll do it."
He threw his arms around her and kissed her lips with devastating electricity.
A few moments later they were climbing into bed together.
"Really give it to me, baby, I really need it," she said.
"You'll get it, baby."
"I want you to play with my pussy first.
"I'll play with your pussy, I'll kiss you, and I'll kiss that pussy of yours. I'll do everything."
"Ah, that sounds so good."
At that point his fingers began to massage her breasts, and as they did, he moved his lips downward toward her mound. He kissed her pussy several times in rapid succession, causing her body to squirm and jerk with pulsating excitement. "Oh, that's great, I love that, it's great," she gasped. "Keep that up, darling, I really like that. Keep those strokes going, oh, I love it."
His fingers maneuvered over her mound, getting her all the more eager.
"Keep it up, honey, just keep it up," she encouraged.
He was not about to let up at that point. The excitement was reeling within him, and he knew that he would be giving her his best possible effort.
The longer he thought about it, the more he recognized that, even though Sally and her mother were very enticing sexually, he preferred his mother to both of them.
Perhaps he was doing something that was considered highly bizzarre. It didn't bother him one bit, not as long as he was getting this kind of sustained sexual pleasure for his efforts.
"Come on, honey, keep it up, keep up the finger action," she said.
"You really like getting that pussy massaged, don't you?"
"I like just about everything you do to me."
"That's good. That's very good."
He kept up the finger activities for the next few moments, then withdrew the fingers.
He let them go to work on her breasts, allowing them to slide ever so eagerly and vigorously over her breasts and nipples.
"Oh, you've really got the magic touch with those fingers of yours," she sighed.
"How about my cock?"
"That too. You've got to fuck me, baby, you've got to fuck me with it."
"Bear with me and I will."
"Oh, yes, but we should keep the preliminaries going for a little while longer."
"You're damned right."
He leaned forward and kissed her lips several times hungrily in rapid succession while his fingers kept on plying eagerly over her breasts.
Now the action was looming hotter and hotter as his body began to tremble with great enthusiasm.
"You're too much, you're just too much," he exclaimed.
"Just keep it up, honey, just keep it up," she implored.
CHAPTER 12
Now the sensations were dominating Michael more than ever.
That huge penis of his had inflated to its full length, and he was being swept away with passion. He felt the overriding necessity of thrusting that hard rod of his inside his mother's mound.
He leaned forward and kissed her several times, continuing to feel her breasts while he did so.
"Oh, my boy is really excited," she exclaimed.
"Oh, yes I am."
"Keep it up, baby, keep getting me turned on."
"I'm going to keep these fingers moving over your breasts for a little bit."
"Fondle those tits, honey, play with them. Oh, I really love it."
Now the fingers were sweeping passionately and majestically around her breasts and nipples.
Every time that his fingers came into contact with her breasts, her body would quiver that much more excitedly.
"Oh, keep that up," she gasped. "Keep those fingers going. Come on, baby, I love it, I really love it."
"You're such a sensuous woman."
"Oh course I'm going to be sensuous with you around."
"Just look at how hard that cock of mine is right now."
"I know. It's pretty hard."
"To say the least."
"I'll bet you'll do a great job when you plunge into me."
"Yes, I will."
"You can go to work any time."
"Don't worry, I will."
Now he removed his fingers from her breasts, letting them drop down to her ass-cheeks.
His fingers fondled her buttocks ever so gingerly and ever so happily.
"What a nice ass you've got," he exclaimed.
"Do you like fondling it?"
"I love it."
"Then just keep up that action."
"Don't worry, there's no way you can make me stop."
"Oh, honey, you're really good."
So back and forth he let his fingers go to work, allowing the tempo to rise appreciatively.
"Oh, honey, slip that dagger of yours in me," she said. "I really want that penis inside me."
"I'm getting you as hot as I can before I let loose with it."
"I know you are. Just keep it up. You are really turning me on. I can't get much hotter."
"That body of yours really is seething."
"You can tell?"
"Without any trouble."
Now the fingers were clutching ever so fervently against her ass-cheeks as he got set to enter inside her mound.
"Come on and drive it in me," she said.
"Hang on, I want you to. Come on, honey, and thrust it into me."
"Get set."
"Oh, I've never been more ready."
"That's good, very good, just see that you stay ready."
"Oh, I will. Come on and plunge it in there, darling, come on and plunge that hard rod of yours. I need it, do I ever need it, push that penis into me, push it in there firmly, baby, just like I know you can do."
"O.K., get set."
"Oh, I'm set. Go ahead, let it loose, let it all hang out."
'That's my motto, too."
He chuckled happily then plunged that body of his forward with one vigorous stab.
She observed that huge inflated rod that was moving toward her mound.
"Drive it in me, baby, drive that hard rod into me," she exclaimed. "Come on and screw me, baby, come on and thrust that cock of yours inside me. Oh, I want it, I need it, oh, move that penis inside my mound. Oh, come on, give it to me, baby, drive that hard rod inside me."
Now he was plunging that penis relentlessly inside her. He was stabbing with everything he had, jabbing it in to the hilt.
"Slow down a little darling, let's make it last," she said. "I appreciate the fact that you are this excited, but we don't want to get carried away too fast. We want to let things build, to keep them at a high level that you explode prematurely. Let's keep things going for a little while. After all, we are both pretty excited."
"O.K., I'll do that," he nodded.
He then let up on the action, lessening the scope of the activity by slowing up the pace just a little.
He could hardly bring himself to slow down at all, since he was so overwhelmed with passionate excitement.
He slowed down, letting the penis maneuver around the outer edges of her mound. He was taking his time now, letting things build at a more gradual level.
"That's it, baby, now you're doing it just right," Laura exclaimed. "We don't want to get carried away. If we do that, then we're not going to have a very lengthy screw. I want to make it last, baby, I really do."
"O.K., hold on, because that's just exactly the way we'll play it."
So now he was letting up on the activities, preferring to fuck her in a more methodical way. He could see now that she was correct, that the thing to do was to let the action build at a more gradual level.
While his hard rod was continuing to come into steady contact with her mound, he reached out with both hands and grabbed a hold of her thighs.
Now he was squeezing those thighs with great excitement, enjoying the contact with her legs while he was continuing to plunge that rod of his inside her mound.
Back and forth he kept up the action, letting the pace continue to build.
Now he was moving eagerly forward, accumulating sensations all the while as he plunged that huge penis ever deeper inside her mound.
"Come on and fuck me, baby, now you can move that cock a little faster," she said. "Come on and let's gradually accelerate. Come on and accelerate, honey, I'm ready for it now."
"Hang on baby, because I'm really starting to build now," he smiled. "The excitement is really getting to me."
"I can certainly tell."
"Oh, now our tempos are matching each other."
"I can tell."
Now he was thrusting the penis in there as fast as it would go, and the faster that he moved it, the deeper that he screwed her.
Now the penis shoved itself all the way in, pushing to the very depth of her inner being.
She felt very moist down there, and her legs were instinctively trembling as he kept up those speedy, pulsating actions in there.
"Come on and drive it into me," she exclaimed. "Come on, honey, and drive it into me. Oh, are you ever driving it, oh, this is too much. This is such a great fuck. Oh, you're fantastic. Keep that up, baby, just keep up that wonderful action, oh, I need it, I need it."
As he kept on fervently driving that huge rod of his into her, she instinctively let her body flare back and forth.
Now their passions were merging as he continued to thrust that rod of his into her.
"Come on and drive, honey, drive it, drive it in me. I'm getting ready to orgasm, I really am. Oh, now I'm getting very close. I don't believe it."
He moved his fingers upward from her legs to her breast.
Now he was closing in on them, squeezing them vigorously as he kept on plunging that huge, pulsating rod inside her mound.
"Let's orgasm together," she hoarsely, becoming overcome with passion. "Let's orgasm together baby let's juice at the same time. Come on and juice with me, come on and drive that rod, come on and pump it into me."
Now his ass-cheeks were wiggling back and forth as he moved ever closer to climax.
His body quivered with tense excitement as he put everything he had into those final few efforts.
He was proud of himself for getting her that excited, and for putting that much in the way of enthusiasm into every stabbing thrust that he put forward.
"Come on and drive it, come on and thrust it inside me," she said.
A few strokes later he heaved a sigh, after which the juices began to squirt out of the end of his rod and into her mound.
Now his body was trembling as the orgasmic liquid bolted out of the end of his rod and into her moist mound.
"Oh, I'm going too, I'm going, going," she sighed.
Their beautiful climax had been achieved, and it had been through a simultaneous act.
Once he withdrew his penis from her, he threw his arm around her affectionately.
"I'd have to say that that was quite an act," he laughed. "You really gave me everything I bargained for."
"Listen to you talk," she laughed. "You were the one that was giving it to me. Remember, honey, it was your hard cock that was driving inside my ound."
"That might be so, but the way those hips of yours were working, you really got me steamed up with that hip action."
"You know, that was sheer instinct."
"Whatever it was, I certainly liked it."
"I got so turned on, that things just seemed to naturally take their own course."
"I know what you mean. I've been there before."
Now all of sudden, in the aftermath of the exciting sex act, Laura began to think about Paul's problem.
A sad expression began to surface on her face. She felt like she needed to discuss the topic with her son.
"I guess you think I am pretty immoral for seducing you not once but twice," she began.
"I don't think anything of the kind," he replied. "I think you are a very sexy woman, and I really dig the idea of having sex with you."
"In spite of what you say, I have spent a lot of time thinking about what I have done. I don't really think that I have acted correctly."
"Certainly you have. What do you mean?"
"I mean that I certainly have been unfaithful to Paul."
"Hell, Dad can get all he wants. I just want the leftovers," Michael laughed. "Even the residuals are good enough for me. Wow, can you every to to work when you put your mind to it."
"I appreciate your words of confidence, but I can't help but think of what would happen if Paul would ever find out about us."
"He doesn't have to find out."
"I've got something to tell you," Laura said. "It's not a very pretty topic, but it does demonstrate one thing. It shows why I would be inclined to seduce you."
"You don't have to say a thing," Michael laughed. "This isn't confession time. All you've got to do is just admit that I have a nice hard cock and that you loved getting action from me. Isn't that about the size of it?"
"I wish that was all there was to it."
"You mean there's more?"
"Yes, there is," she nodded slowly.
"Did you need more?" he shook his head in dumbfounded amazement. "I thought that what I had given you was enough."
"Certainly it is," she said. "It would be enough to satisfy any sexy woman. You're going to make some kind of a husband. I'm sure your wife would never have the desire to play around on the side."
"I wouldn't like it if she did."
"No, of course not. But here's what I'm driving at. You're such a stud, honey, that she'd never be tempted. It's when a guy isn't so much of a stud that a woman is tempted."
"What is it that you're trying to tell me?"
"Just this. Your father used to be the same kind of stud that you are. But he isn't anymore."
"Well, he happens to be gone an awful lot of the time," Michael pointed out.
"Certainly. But that doesn't explain it all."
"I'm still not sure I know what you're talking about." i mean that he tried, oh, how he tried, last night to make love to me. He just couldn't get it up." uMy god, is that what you're trying to tell me?"
That's it. He just couldn't seem to get it up at all."
"My god, I can hardly believe it," he said in a hushed voice.
"It certainly isn't a very flattering thing to talk about," she told him sadly. "I tried in every way that I knew how to help him, to get him excited, but it just didn't work. Then he felt pretty humiliated about it all."
"So he just couldn't get it up."
"That's right."
"Gosh, that's terrible."
"So do you see the predicament I'm in?"
"Yeah, you need to get some action from somewhere, and there doesn't seem to be any way to get it from him."
"That's exactly right."
"My god. That's really bad."
"So now maybe you can understand why I've been so eager to seduce you."
"Yes, I can."
"It's a pretty tragic situation." Now she had tears in her eyes as she finished telling Michael her secret.
He sat there staring into space, not knowing what to say.
"So here's my predicament," she said softly. "Either I play around with you, my son or, I find somebody else."
"I understand your problem," he shook his head.
"Well, I'd better be going now," she said. "Your father might just start getting suspicious if I don't get back pretty soon. He might still be sleeping, but I can't really count on it."
"No I guess not. You better get to him right away."
Michael lay in bed watching his mother as she quickly dressed.
A few minutes later she left the room.
"Thanks darling, for a great time," she threw him a kiss.
"You're welcome," he smiled timidly.
As she closed the door behind her, he thought about the terrible plight that his father was in.
It wasn't a very pretty picture from any standpoint. He was making time with his own mother, and in the meantime his father was unable to perform.
CHAPTER 13
Now it was Tuesday evening, and Michael was in the bedroom with Sally and Audra.
When Audra discovered that Michael would be coming over on Tuesday evening, she promptly took the night off, switching her schedule with one of the other waitresses after telling her that an emergency had come up.
The emergency, insofar as Audra was concerned, was that her pussy was extra eager for some more good action with Michael. She had had him once, and was extra eager to engage in some more activity with him.
Now the three of them were totally naked, lying in the dimly lit bedroom.
It was Audra who was controlling the action, running her fingers eagerly through Michael's hair while she fervently kissed his lips.
"I'm so horny for you that I can taste it," she said. "I can't understand why that cock of yours isn't harder."
"I've really had a rough time at football practice," he explained. "Sometimes that happens."
But down deep Michael knew that that wasn't the reason at all.
The reason why his cock wasn't any harder was due to the fact that he had been forced to please his mother to the very limit of his abilities the day before.
He had exploded his cock no less than three times, twice in her mouth and the other time in her pussy.
Now that, coupled with the football practice and the regular ordeal of life had reduced him to a level of semi-impotency.
He began to think of the terrible predicament that his poor father was having. He had great difficulty ever getting his cock hard, whereas he was only in a state of temporary difficulty due to the fact that he had over-extended himself.
But Audra was eager to get what she wanted, and that was some good hot sex from Michael.
So those fingers of her right hand went to work with pulsating enthusiasm against his rigid penis. She worked those fingers ever so briskly around his cock.
"I'm going to get you hot, baby, I'm going to get you real hot," Audra promised. "And as for you, Sally baby, I want you to help out."
"What can I do?" Sally asked.
"It's very simple," Audra smiled at her daughter. "You can be tongue kissing with him while I'm working up and down on that throbbing penis of his. That will get him good and hot."
"I want to go the limit for you girls," he exclaimed. "Come on and do everything, girls, to get me good and hot. I want to please you in every way."
"You will, darling, you will," Audra said confidently. "Now come on, Sally baby, and put that tongue to work inside his mouth. While that action is going on, I'm going to keep up the finger stroking. That will make doubly certain of him getting aroused."
That sounds real good," Sally nodded.
Now Sally thrust her head forward, twirling that tongue of hers inside his mouth.
As tongue splashed against tongue, the two of them became carried away in a state of fervent ecstasy.
Now suddenly Michael was beginning to feel those itchy little sensations that always surfaced in his penis when he was on the verge of getting squarely aroused.
"Oh, now he's starting to get there, now all I need to do is massage a little more," Audra said triumphantly.
"I'm going to keep those fingers working, oh, am I ever going to work them, and you are doing a brilliant job of kissing, Sally. Just keep that action up while we're going to work."
Now Michael's legs were beginning to quiver a little from all of the attention he was receiving from Audra and Sally.
Audra was expertly working those fingers of hers around his now aroused penis. It was now beginning to inflate as she worked the fingers of her right hand up and down the length of his penis, then put the fingers of her left hand to work on his testicles.
As for Sally, she continued to effectively tongue his mouth. She worked that tongue around his tongue, then around the surface of his entire mouth.
Back and forth all the action was steadily continuing, and as it did so, Michael was beginning to feel those sensations of excitement that had eluded him earlier.
"I think you can turn loose of the tongue now, baby," Audra called out to her daughter. "You did an excellent job, you've really succeeded in bringing him around."
As Sally withdrew her tongue from his mouth, she looked down there between his legs.
"Boy, that cock is getting hard," she said. "Of course, you are doing a great job with those fingers of yours."
"It was strictly a team effort on this occasion," Audra laughed. "I was working the fingers, and you were working that tongue of yours. Together we got our reluctant friend excited."
"I'm not reluctant," Michael protested mildly. "It's just that I got kind of tired out; like I said, you know how those things go."
"You don't seem so tired now."
"No, now I feel as young as a newborn babe," he laughed. "This makes me feel good. This cock of mine is really coming out now."
"I guess it is," Sally laughed.
"Just wait until I get it up all the way," Audra looked at her daughter and smiled.
Now Audra's fingers were going to work more rapidly than ever, working feverishly around his cock and balls.
Now the penis was working its way up to full length, and Michael was beginning to feel restless in his new state of sexual arousal.
"Oh, I'm really going to have to break loose now, I really am," Michael said.
"I'm sure you are," Audra said. "These fingers of mine have really been going to work."
"Oh, have they ever."
"I'll tell you something," Audra said. "I don't get this strongly motivated for just anyone."
"But I'm glad you did for me."
"So am I."
"Right now I need a little attention," Audra said. "Can you give me some hot sex, baby?"
"I think that I can take care of that."
"That's good."
Now Michael was leaning his head forward. This time he let his tongue do the sliding as he worked his way inside of Audra's mouth.
He turned her body over until she was lying on her back.
The longer that his tongue flicked against hers, the more enticing and beautiful that body of hers became.
She was looking large in his eyes, and he wanted badly to provide her with lots of great attention.
He sank his tongue against her left breast after releasing it from her mouth.
"Oh, now you are really getting hot. Oh, baby, you really know how to get me turned on," Audra sighed, twisting and turning in bed with every sensation that he provided her with that tongue of his.
Now the tongue was working at an exhilarating pace, and as it did so, she was basking in the fervent delight of every movement.
As for Sally, she was standing next to the bed, calmly awaiting her turn. Pretty soon she would have an opportunity to get involved in some hot sex as well.
Now Michael was letting that tongue lap and move eagerly over that breast. He was putting it to work every bit as fast as he possibly could.
"Just keep up those beautiful movements," she exclaimed. "I really like what you're doing. Keep it up, darling, keep up those fantastic movements, oh, you're too much, baby, you're too much with that hot burning tongue of yours. Keep moving it over my breasts, keep it up, don't let up for one second."
He kept up the work on her left breast for several more seconds, then switched the activity over to her right.
He worked that tongue eagerly all around her breast and nipple. As he nibbled on her nipple with his teeth, he got all the more aroused.
"Now he's really acting like a tiger," Audra laughed, looking at her daughter and winking. "And I'll make sure that I keep him good and hot even after he's exploded so that you can get yourself a great orgasm."
"Don't worry, Mom, I know exactly what to do," she smiled. "I know how to get him excited. Remember, I'm the one who introduced him to you, and I've had him many more times than you have.
"Of course that's true," Audra acknowledged with a nod. "You really know what's going on."
"Of course I do."
Now he was releasing his tongue from her breast.
He moved his fingers around her thighs, then hunched his body forward.
"What are you going to do now, tiger?"
"I'm going to fuck you."
"I want it in my pussy. Oh, I've got a tight pussy that's waiting for you."
"Yes, that looks very delightful."
"Before you start stabbing that hard cock of yours inside it, I wish that you'd play with it a little."
"I'd be glad to."
"Just massage it a little, just like I did for your cock."
"I'd love it."
"Come on, honey, do it for me."
"Get set for some hot action."
"That's all I've been getting for the last few minutes."
"I've been certainly agreeing with that. You're right."
Now he let the fingers of his left hand dip down into her pussy.
It was already moist, and the fact that there was pussy moisture down there got him all the more excited.
Back and forth those fingers of his worked, dancing with playful effectiveness inside her mound.
"Oh, keep that up, keep it up," she sighed. "You really know how to turn a girl on. Just keep that tongue going, oh keep it going. I really like it, I rally like what you are doing, keep working that tongue around, oh, keep working it around, I want it, oh, do I ever want it."
"So now those fingers of his were flying with jet propulsion around her mound, moving her that much closer to the brink of orgasm.
"Please get down there and lick, get down there and lick fast," she said with great urgency.
Back and forth he was now letting that tongue fly around inside her mound.
He made certain not to waste any movements, as he worked feverishly around that hot pussy.
"Lick it baby, lick that mound, oh, lick that mound," she said.
"I want to kiss him while this is going on," Sally giggled.
"Then I guess all you can do is to kiss his naked butt," Audra said.
"That's exactly where I'm going to kiss him," Sally said.
Now Sally moved her head down there toward his buttocks. She kissed his left buttock several times, then moved over to the right, repeating the same process.
When she finished kissing his ass-cheeks, she worked her fingers around them.
Now Audra was running her fingers eagerly through Michael's hair while the licking continued. He was moving now into the final stages of the act, the point at which he would be receiving that orgasm from her hot mound.
Every time that he penetrated with increasingly deeper urgency inside her mound, her gasping and body twisting became that much more pronounced.
"Keep it up, fuck me, fuck me," she gasped.
"Keep sliding that hot pole of yours inside my mound. I've got to go, oh, I've got to orgasm. Keep on thrusting, keep it up, baby, don't let up for one second."
He kept on thrusting and driving that huge tool with great precision inside her mound.
The longer that he penetrated inside her, the closer he came to orgasm.
"Drive it in there, oh, honey, drive it in there," she said. "I'll orgasm again, next time I'll orgasm about the time that you are ready to go."
"I'm ready pretty soon."
"I guess you are. I can tell from the way that you are pounding that hot penis of yours inside me."
"I'm excited, real excited."
"I'm not going to let up now. There's no way that I can let up now," he laughed. "I'm too far gone. I'm at the point of no return, baby, and you ought to be able to tell it."
"I sure can tell it. Just keep that butt of yours twisting like that. Oh, what a cute butt you've got, Michael. Oh, I really love the way you twist it. I love it, really love it, drive that thing in there, drive that tool into me."
Now he was in the closing stages of the act, and pushing that tool with great speed inside her mound.
"Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me," she sighed. "I'm getting close again, baby, oh, I'm just about set to orgasm. Oh, I'm just a mass of flames, I'm that hot, oh, am I hot."
"I can tell, Michael nodded. "Just hang on baby, because I'm about ready to explode myself."
Now he was driving that cock of his into her with blinding need. He penetrated several more times as he moved into the closing stages of the act.
"Get set."
"Ready to orgasm."
"Yes I am."
"Oh, very good. Michael pound that penis into me."
"Oh, get set for the big explosion."
"I'm all set."
"Good, good."
He thrust those hips around, penetrating into her every bit as deeply as he could.
"Oh, that's it," he said hoarsely.
"Ah, I'm going to, oh, it's great, oh, we're both shooting at the same time, Audra exclaimed loudly. "That's so wonderful, is that ever great, we're both shooting at the same time."
They both sighed as the juice was released simultaneously out of both of their hot orgasm.
At that point Audra felt a certain measure of satisfaction. She had received that stabbing cock in the very manner that she had hoped to.
"It couldn't have been better, baby, she kissed him on the forehead.
"I hope we can do a better job for Sally."
"You will," Sally nodded, smiling.
Before he thrust his penis inside Sally, she put him through the paces of brisk massage.
Sally noticed that he had gone down very little from the time that he exploded in her mother's mound.
Now she was all set to receive the same kind of stimulating action inside her pussy.
She lay down in the middle of the bed, then spread her legs accommodatingly, ever eager to receive those first pulsating stabs from that huge rod of his.
He noticed that he instinctively began to time his cock stabs with those tongue thrusts that he was constantly putting forth inside of Sally's mouth.
Back and forth he kept up those fervent efforts, and now he found himself moving ever closer to climax.
The tongue continued to sweep ever so passionately and eagerly against hers as those stabbing movements continued.
That penis of his was thrusting ever deeper inside her mound, and now he knew that it would only be a matter of time before he would be exploding those juices of his inside of her hot mound.
He finally withdrew his tongue from her mouth, but only because he wanted to put it to work on her breasts.
As he began to nibble on her nipples, she became fairly carried away.
"Go ahead and fuck her," Audra said. "Keep that cock of yours grinding around inside her mound. Oh, does she ever love it, does she ever love to be getting that action, baby, just keep it up, just keep up that action."
Now his whole body was trembling, coming unglued with passion as he directed those thrusting stabs deep inside her hot mound.
"Oh, come on baby, just a few more strokes," she said. "I know how closer you are. You are very close, baby, you are close. Keep it going, keep the action going."
After a second he heaved a loud sigh and released his tongue from her nipple, watching the hot white juice bolt out of the end of his spear and into her torrid vagina.
"That was something," Sally said. "For thrills I couldn't hope to top that."
"I guess I couldn't either," Michael shook his head. "I'm pretty damned tired now."
"We've put you through quite a busy night," Audra laughed, patting him on top of the head.
He knew then that he had to leave in a hurry.
Quickly Michael put on his clothes, leaving the house and bidding a pleasant good evening to the two women who had supplied him with so much in the way of sexual excitement.
CHAPTER 14
When Michael arrived home, he found his mother sitting on the sofa in a terrible mood.
"Well, you finally made it," she said sarcastically.
"Why, were you expecting me home, earlier?"
"I was kind of hoping you could keep me company. Your father hasn't come home yet from the office. He called a little while ago and said he'd be longer."
"That's too bad. I'm sorry, I just couldn't make it home any earlier.
"And I certainly know why. You were with Sally. And maybe her mother too. Isn't that right."
"No, I wasn't."
"Don't lie to me," she jumped to her feet and shrieked at the top of her voice.
"Hold your voice down, Mom."
"Don't tell me to hold my voice down. I gave you lots of magnificent action last night, and look what you turned around and did. You couldn't wait to go over to Sally's place, could you?"
"Look, she stopped me in the hallway yesterday and wanted me to come over yesterday."
"Let's go talk upstairs in my bedroom," she suggested. "We won't be as-likely to be heard by any of the neighbors."
He sat down in a chair right next to her bed, as she launched into a diatribe.
"I don't have any faith in anything any more, not even my own son," she said. "It's terribly deflating to my ego to have you go over there and fuck with those two whores."
"They're not whores," he protested. "Then what would you call them."
"A couple of sexy, gorgeous women."
"Would you rather do it with them rather than with me?"
"I've told you no, why can't you believe me?"
"Because of your actions," she stormed. "It's your actions, can't you see that? I am beginning to doubt your sincerity. When I see you going over there to visit them, quite naturally I have every reason to doubt your sincerity."
"I didn't want them to find out what was going on between us. Sally started asking a lot of questions. She said that she noticed that I was making myself scarce around her. I certainly didn't want her to suspect it was you."
"Oh, so now you're claiming that there was a bit of blackmail involved."
"No, not exactly that. I was just afraid of this whole can of worms being opened. I know that your reputation couldn't stand it, and I don't think even mine could."
"So noble of you to be thinking about me like this my dear," Laura exploded, looking at him with fury in her eyes. "I'm fed up with you, I'm fed up with your father, I'm just fed up with all men. Better yet, I'm fed up with the whole human race."
"Don't act that way Mom. You're taking all of this wrong, honest you are."
"Bullshit," she exploded. "I am going to issue an ultimatum right now. You've got to take your choice. Either you're going to do things right with me and save yourself for me, or else you are going to have to devote yourself exclusively to them. There's no other way. And I guess I'll just have to go out and find myself some kind of stud. Can you introduce me to a few members of your football team?"
"Mom, you don't want that."
"Right now I don't know what I want," she exploded.
At that point the door swung open. A stern faced Paul looked first at his wife, then at his son.
He was in a stunned frame of mind, his face pale, and his lips quivering, ever so slightly.
For a few moments he remained speechless, as did both Laura and Michael, who had been totally surprised by his sudden entrance.
"I didn't hear you, dear," Laura finally said.
"Apparently you didn't," he said. "I came in through the garage door. Perhaps it was good for my sake that I came in that way tonight. I heard quite a bit."
"What did you hear?" Laura tried to smooth things over with a nervous laugh. "We were just kidding. You certainly didn't take that conversation seriously, did you?"
"I know enough about you to recognize that you don't act that way unless you're pretty damned mad," Paul pointed out. "Don't take me for a fool."
"How much of our conversation did you hear, Dad?" Michael asked.
"I heard enough to know what's been going on in both of your lives, and it's so bad that it makes me want to throw up," Paul said disgustedly. "Instead of trying to treat me with a little understanding, you just couldn't wait to turn around and stab my back, could you?"
Now Paul was looking at Laura with a sober expression.
"It isn't the way you think it is, dear, I badly wanted sex with you," she said. "It's just that you couldn't supply me with it."
"Oh, sure, and you weren't looking for an excuse, were you?"
"No, it wasn't like that at all."
"I see it differently, and I think the judge will too when we go into divorce court."
"No, please, not that," Laura sobbed.
"Oh yes, that you will be getting, precisely what you deserve," he told er coldly.
Now Laura was breaking down in tears, crying uncontrollably as Paul stormed out of the house.
He would go back to his office, then contact a domestic relations counselor who was a very close friend of his.
Paul was fuming, and as Laura continued to sob hysterically, her son did his best to bring her out of it.
"It's going to be alright, Mom, it's going to be alright," he said.
"No, it isn't. I've ruined myself, and I've ruined you," she said. "He was right. I should have stuck with him. If I had only been a little more patient, everything would have worked out."
Laura realized that she had only herself to blame. Perhaps in time she could get her husband to reconsider. But she recognized it would be difficult. Paul was a very proud man and she had absolutely crushed him.
