The family unit represents the fabric that holds society together. Today statistics reveal that one out of three marriages ends in divorce. Thus, the family unit becomes a tragic contributing factor to the disintegration of our overall society. For this society to remain strong, so must the family unit. But there are stumbling blocks to a perfected society.
It isn't just the drug and rock culture of the youth. Nor is it the crime statistics which make people shudder at the thought of a night-walk through the downtown section of most major American cities. The problem goes deeper than this.
In the frustrations of coming to terms with what is right, and what is wrong in sex-some disillusioned individuals have lost the way. They've taken sexual liberty as sexual license to do nearly anything that occurs to their warped minds.
Certainly an adult having sexual relations with a minor is a most offensive manifestation of this defunct moral code some would have us embrace. They argue, anything is alright if it produces pleasure.
Our focus in this work, is on the highly offensive act of incest. It deals with a mother who molested her own son for sexual delight.
Step by step, the young lad was seduced into sex with her, until he no longer needed seduction-for he wanted it as badly as she did.
However, too late he .learned the hard way, that such a triangle-can and does end in tragedy for all concerned.
This work illustrates, in graphic detail, the decay of one family's moral fabric. It shows that we as a society must be constantly aware of changing life styles. For only by confronting, and understanding a problem, may we solve it.
-The Publishers
CHAPTER ONE
As Brad pulled the sweater off his girlfriend Carol, he got a close look at her well-formed bare bosoms. He could hardly wait to press his mouth against them and begin licking.
But for now, he marveled at their full, round beauty, letting his tongue gently lick at the nipples, while he began unfastening her skirt.
He was making such loud sucking sounds that his mother, who was sound asleep in her bedroom, was awakened. At first, she couldn't determine what the sound was. Quietly slipping out of bed, she tiptoed down the hall.
Just as Brad was pulling Carol's panties down, she saw him sucking on her bosoms. At first, she was so outraged she wanted to barge into the living room and register her feelings. However, she suddenly felt herself becoming fascinated.
"Oh, Brad," the hot young girl panted, "You're too much! I-I can't stand it!"
Brad was slipping his mouth from her ivory breasts down to her creamy thighs, and every pubic hair of her fur-trimmed triangle fascinated him. He wanted to touch it, to taste it, to lick and love her there. Carol wasn't putting up much resistance now, and Brad was glad for that, as he let his tongue lightly brush along her mound.
Now, with his face buried in her crotch, he let his tongue lick switfly back and forth; her legs writhed in sexual ecstasy, and Carol reached down to guide him.
The aroma of her pussy ignited Brad's hot tongue which passionately pumped into her hot box. His hands gripped her thighs, grasping her firmly.
His mother watched, and envied the young girl. She wished it was her pussy being invaded by Brad's insistent tongue. She craved the caresses of his sweeping tongue movements inside her vagina.
"Love me-love me," Carol panted, "lick me--eat me--suck me..."
Her body was turning and twisting so much now it was making it difficult for Brad's surging tongue to stay inside her mound.
"Eat my pussy," she panted, as he clutched her writhing ass cheeks.
Watching him going down on her added to the pleasure she felt, and she could hardly control her groans of delight, as Brad tongued her hot hole.
"Suck my juicy pussy," she panted, "eat me--eat my cunt!" It upset Brad's mother to hear Carol use dirty-talk to ignite her son into action. It was disturbing to her and she wanted to burst into the living room and pull her son off the sofa where he was tongue-jabbing the teen-age girlfriend. She didn't dare! Something held her back. Something instinctive that told her that it would be dangerous to do anything of the sort at this moment.
"Oh, ahh-I'm coming-I'm coming," the young girl panted, as she pumped her pussy farther into Brad's face. His tongue went on lapping up her pussy juices as he finished eating her hot mound.
Strangely, the hot-blooded mother felt herself juicing at the same instant. Placing her hand on her vagina, she could feel the moisture surfacing. Turning around, she quietly crept back down the hall to her bedroom, silently opening the door, and slipping into bed.
In the meantime, her son wasn't finished. He'd completed only part of the act, and was determined to get his rocks off the way he wanted to. Flipping his tongue out of her pussy, he licked his lips.
"Now, baby," he said, "Here comes the big treat! You know you want it..."
Instantly, Carol covered her vagina with her hands.
"No, Brad, please no," she pleaded, "You got what you wanted!"
Holding her hands tightly over her pussy, she vowed she wouldn't give in. But, Brad was equally determined she wouldn't deny him total satisfaction.
"I gave you your kicks," he complained, as he slid out of his pants, "And you better take care of me-understand?"
As she looked at him standing there with his bulging crotch, she instantly understood. The outline of his enormous male member pressed at the tight nylon material of his shorts. It was easy for her to see he was turned-on, as his hand proudly traced the outline of his cock.
"How big is that thing of yours?" she said, pressing her hands tighter against her dripping pussy.
"Long enough to take care of your cunt," he smiled proudly.
Just then, he pulled his shorts down revealing his throbbing, veined penis. He let his right hand gingerly slide up and down the length of his cock, trying to entice her. Cupping his balls with his left hand, he nodded, "There's plenty of action in my pecker, just spread those beautiful legs, baby-and I'll fuck the hell out of you."
Carol gazed at Brad's cock, as if hypnotized.
She'd been screwed in the back seats of more cars than she cared to count. And she'd given an occasional blow-job in the front seat, but this was the first time she was looking at the male member in the light, and it fascinated her-from the tip of the huge pecker, to the balls that seemed to support it.
"Want to lick it first?" he said, moving in on his prey.
Carol's eyes clouded with misty desire as she looked at the cock move closer. Waving it like a serpent in front of her eyes, Brad reached out, grasped her head, and pulled her closer to his pecker.
"Don't be afraid ... it won't bite," Brad said, fitting his penis into Carol's open mouth. Her lips gently fastened around it, as she sucked him in. Brad enjoyed the sensation enormously, and as she vigorously worked her tongue, teeth and lips over the head of his penis shaft, he became concerned. He didn't want to shoot off in her mouth, he wanted to shove it up her tight twat, and prove what a pistol he was in her pussy.
"Better stop now," he told her, as the erotic waves of sensuous delight swept over him, almost consuming him as her lust drove him closer to climax.
Reluctantly, she released his penis, and her eyes still focused on the slick cock, with the appealing big balls.
"Sometime I'll let you eat me," Brad promised, "But now, Carol, I want to fuck your cunt."
Carol spread for him on the sofa as he mounted her. She loved the exciting touch of his penis-head, brushing over her pussy, and she could hardly wait for that moment of moments when he'd drive it into her.
"Fuck me," she begged her young lover, "I want it, Brad, every fucking inch of it-shove it into me!"
Brad wasted no time in accommodating her request. With lusty desire, he drove his cock into her cunt and rode her. He felt her pussy muscles pulling on his penis, sucking him deeper and deeper into her clutching womanhood. The warmth of her vagina, the tight tug on his dick, the excitement he felt as her hot hands played about his pumping buttocks had him more stimulated than he'd ever been before.
"Keep it up," she panted, "Way in-Ohhhh, I like it when you slide it all the way in. Just like that! Keep it up, honey. Ohhh, yes, yes!"
Carol was turned-on now, waiting with lusty desire for that fantastic moment when he'd explode inside her. She squeezed his ass cheeks, pinching them as the pleasure almost overcame her.
"Oh, ahh, yes, yes, keep it up," she pleaded, "I can't stand it. Now, you're fucking. All the way! Just like that! I love it. Fuck me, fuck me hard, fuck me, baby-fuck me!"
Carol's loud, impassioned cries, brought an immediate response from Brad's mother. Turning and twisting in a vain effort to get some sleep, she finally leaped out of bed. She'd had about all she could take of such nonsense. Even though her husband George had told her he'd rather have Brad bed down with chicks in their own home rather than in the backseat of an old jalopy, she thought tonight was going too far. She got out of bed, slipped into a robe and vowed she'd tell him off.
Silently she opened her bedroom door, and once more tiptoed down the hall. She was greeted by the erotic sight of her son engaging in sex.
Only now, he was bare ass naked, with Carol's hot hands clasping his buttocks he was shoving it in savagely. Diane looked at the size of her son's sliding tool, and she envied Carol. It was bigger than her husband's penis, and she only wished she Could have this one jabbing in and out of her now.
"Fuck me, grab it with your pussy," he panted as he thrust the throbbing cock in and out of her hot, twisting vagina.
Once more his mother felt herself becoming stimulated by the sight of her son riding into Carol. She couldn't help marvel at the sensational skill Brad displayed as he rode Carol's pussy to climax. He'd pull it out a great distance, and then ram it back with a fierce thrust.
"Keep it up," he begged, "I'm almost there! Yes, yes, just one more time!"
Carol ceased to care about anything now, but Brad's climax. She was turned on by the penetrating penis, and could hardly wait for the huge pecker to explode in her cunt.
"Now, you're fucking," he grunted as he jabbed in to shoot his pistol high inside her gripping vagina. As he shot his wad, Carol felt herself gushing. Their sweaty bodies clung to each other in a tight embrace, as their lips merged in a hot kiss.
Now, Diane, even though she was the mother of the naked lad, was almost out of her mind. She wanted her own son, and she wanted him desperately. For, his climax had triggered hers. And as she walked back to her bedroom, she did seeth with resentment.
Angrily, she crossed her bedroom to her bed. But she could not sleep. Instead, she removed her nylon nightie, and lay there letting the crisp sheets caress her nude body. Her hand found her vagina, and two inserted fingers consoled her.
In her mind's eye, she once more saw her son's huge penis invading the young girl's pussy. She saw her sen, pumping away vigorously, as the excitement built.
"Fuck, fuck me," she moaned aloud, as her imagination seized her, and she pushed back to meet her advancing finger jabs in her juicy vagina.
She could feel his hot eyes sweeping over her body, and she imagined what it Would be like to have this thick, throbbing male member driving into her pussy. It was a passionate moment of erotic reflection that was bringing her to the brink of lusty climax, as she shoved forward, and finally felt her own juices trickling down her inner thigh.
"Oh, Brad, fuck-fuck," she begged her invisible lover as her imagination merged with her hot lusty desires for carnal knowledge of her son's sexual expression.
Meanwhile, Brad and Carol had taken an auto ride. Carol was complaining, "you forced me tonight-and I don't like being forced to do anything."
"The hell I did," Brad defended himself.
Even though Carol had enjoyed herself, it bugged her to think Brad had been able to make her do so much on their very first date.
"Are you trying to pretend you're some virgin or something?" Brad chuckled.
"Just let me out," she fumed, "Stop the car and let me out!"
"I can't," Brad told her flatly, "Some sex maniac will grab you this hour of night, and then you'll blame me!"
"You think you're not a sex maniac?" Carol demanded hotly.
"I'm getting disgusted with you," he told her frankly. "Now I'm not kidding. I will buzz off and leave you out here by yourself if you get me angry one more time!"
Carol kept her mouth shut, but she was seething inside. Brad never said another word. He was so fed up with her. He'd showed her a good time and wasn't in the mood for her bitchiness.
Parking the car, he let her open the door on her side by herself. She got out, slammed the door, and stalked up the sidewalk to her place without looking "back. It disgusted him to no end. He could quickly see Carol wanted him to assume all responsibility for their sex. This was so damned unfair he couldn't stomach it. It was obvious to him that she was eager to make him feel that he took advantage of her, but he knew how much she'd wanted him to screw her.
As he drove back home, he was filled with anger and disgust. What was even more upsetting was the fact that he could feel his penis hardening as he recalled vividly the erotic thrill of seeing Carol's beautiful naked bosoms. He could almost taste them as he thought about nibbling on the round, erect nipples.
His passion mounted as he thought about her juicy mound, and how she urged him on, reaching down to press him tighter to her crotch. And it got him uptight remembering how she begged to have him eat her pussy, and then made out he'd taken advantage.
CHAPTER TWO
As Brad entered the house, Diane's heart pounded rapidly. How she wished she could have traded places with Carol, and enjoyed the intimate contact with him.
All this was torturing her, as she heard him go up to his room. She was still stark naked and the lusty, sensual desires for satisfaction surged through her now as she tossed and turned on her bed.
Finally she could stand it no longer and she decided she could find some measure of relief if she could speak to her handsome, young son Brad. The fearful desires that troubled her now tortured her mind. She knew full well what she wanted to do with him. She knew how eager she was to let her pussy lips open wide to accept his bulbous male member. She knew she could give him a vigorous sexual encounter with her gripping, massaging cunt.
Slipping into a filmy blue negligee she glanced approvingly at herself in her floor-length mirror. She couldn't help admire the round, firm breasts with the erect nipples. And she let her hand sweep down to touch her still moist vagina, she drew a a quick, sudden breath. For in her imagination, she could see her own son's huge male member being inserted in her hot and eager hole. Deciding she might as well go upstairs and see if she could lure him into sex, she moved to her dresser, and picking up her most expensive cologne, generously sprayed the misty scent over her pussy to make it even more appealing. Reaching under her negligee, she massaged her breasts, congratulating herself on their non-sag status.
Tweaking the nipples proudly, Diane turned away from the mirror and started for her son's bedroom. All the time she walked up to his quarters, she felt a twinge of guilt, which she lightly dismissed. After all, she reasoned, the cheap tart who turned her son on, could care less about him. It was another case of a high-school slut chalking up another fuck victory on her score-card. Diane knew she felt something genuine, something deep and real for her son. And it was this knowledge that made her so determined to go to her son, and see if he could share sex with her.
As she approached the bedroom on the second floor, Brad couldn't hear her. For he had become so hot thinking of sucking Carol's pussy, he'd found it necessary to reach under the sheets, to grip his cock and pump.
Opening the door, Diane was greeted with the erotic sight of her son Brad, grasping his throbbing male member, and giving it a vigorous workout.
"Mom," he blurted, dropping his hand from his cock and pulling the sheet over his nakedness, "What in hell are you doing here?"
"Did I surprise you, son?" she said, sitting down on the edge of the bed.
"Did you ever," he admitted breathlessly, "Haven't you ever heard of knocking before you enter somebody's bedroom?"
Making it a point to keep her voice low, Diane replied, "Son, I'm sorry-but I just couldn't get to sleep."
Being in the same boat, Brad smiled shyly and said, "I know what you mean."
As he looked at his mother's great breasts bathed in the moonlight filtering through the window near his bed, he couldn't help but feel his cock go hard. Glancing down to her crotch, he observed, she'd let the negligee fall open and the sight of her curly, blonde pussy hair fascinated him.
Instantly, picking up his responses, Diane said, "Do I turn you on?"
Once more Brad's eyes swept over his mother's smooth-skinned body, and he nodded and said, "Yes, Mom you do turn me on."
"I'll tell you a secret, Brad," she said gently pulling back the bedclothes, revealing his huge, throbbing penis in a state of erection. "You turn me on too. When I walked in here and saw that huge pecker of yours, I almost wished we could have sex together."
Deliberately masking her own desire to determine his response, she laughed. But Brad wasn't laughing. He was reaching. Reaching for his mother's hand to place on his hot cock.
Unable to resist, Diane let him place her hand on his enormous cock. Putting his hand tightly around hers, he rhythmically began pulling back and forth on his rigid dick.
Their eyes picked up on the sexual electricity they were feeling at this moment, and they both knew they were hungry for each other's body, eager to explore each other's most intimate areas, anxious to engage in passionate sex.
Glancing down at the huge cock, Diane couldn't help but notice the crystal cum surfacing at the small slit at the penis head. She wanted to taste that delicious drop of cum more than she'd ever wanted to taste anything before in her life.
When Brad removed his hand from hers, she didn't stop pulling-on his penis. Instead she moved over, allowing her negligee to fall open still farther, allowing Brad an excellent view of her body. The ivory breasts, with their teasing red nipples appealed to him. Reaching up with one hand, he slipped inside the negligee and squeezed first one breast, then the other. Diane trembled.
"What's wrong. Do I frighten you, Mom?"
"No, son," she replied. "You excite me!"
Reaching out with her other hand, Diane cupped Brad's big balls, gently squeezing them.
"Oh, I like it when you play with the balls," he told her. "That's it-squeeze them, Mom-play with them!"
The pumping hand movements continued, and Diane felt hot urges spinning through her body. With delighted anticipation, she looked at Brad, her voice becoming hoarse. "Oh, son-I'd like to suck on that big cock of yours, and show you what I can do with my mouth!"
"You can," Brad said, reaching up with his other hand to massage her other breast. "But on one condition. I get to eat your pussy if you suck my cock off "
"Alright, son," Diane said softly, as she bent over to let her pink tongue trace over the head of the huge penis-shaft. His clear cum did taste delicious to her, and she could hardly wait to slip her mouth up and down the length of his cock. As she traveled up and down his slippery penis, the scent of his genitals excited her. She wanted to get a better vantage point from which to fel-late him, and so she slowly eased off his penis, asking, "Move over son. I want to get in a better position."
"Yes, Mom," he replied huskily. "Let's go at it!"
Brad stretched out in the middle of the bed, letting his arms spread out invitingly. His huge cock stood up, and she loved the sight of his curly pubic hair, his big balls, and even the crack in his ass ignited her.
Stroking her tongue along his inner thighs excited him. No chick from high-school had ever gotten this intimate. It was this very fact that triggered Diane to lick and suck where no other female ever had, that spurred her on.
Reaching up, she pulled a pillow down, and told him, "Rise up, honey-so I can slip this under your ass."
"What for?" Brad asked, as she slipped it under his upraised buttocks.
"You'll find out," his mother said as she crouched over her son's crotch, pulling on his penis with her hand, letting her tongue lick lightly over his big, hairy balls. But, she didn't stop there. She let her tongue slide down between the tempting, hairy crack in his ass. Soon her slippery tongue was sliding between the full ass-cheeks, and he was becoming so stimulated with her tongue-jabbing action that he embraced her with his thighs. She loved being locked in like this, and her hand continued pulling on his penis, as her tongue invaded his rectum. Brad's buttocks wiggled on the bed as his mother sucked his ass-hole.
"Suck me-suck my ass out," Brad begged.
Diane was delighted he had become the aggressor, and she tingled up and down her spine as she thrust her tongue high up his ass-hole, keeping it stiff to allow him the most excitement possible.
Diane enjoyed the fact that Brad seemed so uninhibited. Often, she'd wished her husband had encouraged her to become so passionate. For she had always possessed these urges, these hot desires to try everything that could be tried.
Now that she was thrusting her tongue up his tight ass-hole, and pulling on his pecker at the same time, she enjoyed the sight Of his balls being pulled up and down with the rhythmic beat of her grasping hand.
"Oh, wow," Brad panted, "Does that ever feel good! Lick my ass, mom-suck me-suck my ass-hole!"
Diane dropped his cock, and slipped both hands under his buttocks, and squeezed, as she persisted in her rapid-fire tongue jabs up his tight anal channel.
She found it necessary to do this, as Brad was about to wiggle off the bed.
"Oh, mom-eat my ass out-eat my ass!"
Brad's body was trembling in a nervous sweat as she sucked on his behind. He'd never experienced anything like this before, and even though he'd heard his classmates talk about getting an ass-suck, he thought it was mostly talk. He couldn't imagine anyone deriving pleasure from licking anybody there. However, now that his own mom was eating his ass out, he was discovering an exciting new dimension of sexual pleasure.
He was enjoying it to the utmost.
"Oh, wow!" he moaned. "That's the way-lick me!"
But soon, he noticed he was getting so horny, his cock was ready to explode, and he knew he'd better get her to cop her mouth over his cock or he'd shoot in the air, something he couldn't allow to happen.
Slipping her tongue from his tight ass-hole, she proceeded to lick his balls, and moved up the penis shaft. Continuing to cup his balls in her hand, she let her tongue sweep over the sensitive glans portion of his penis. Now, she could hardly wait to take the dripping dick into her mouth and suck on it with lusty vigor. But, she wanted to tease and tantalize him until he was begging for it.
Therefore, she lightly let her tongue lap the penis head, until Brad reached down to guide her over his prick, to force her down.
Willingly, she let him push her over his penis, and suddenly she sucked on him. When he realized how much intensity she was putting into her mouth action, he had to admit Mom was giving him the best blow job of all.
But, she didn't stop with the focus on the head of his cock. She let her mouth move up and down the entire length of his penis shaft.
"Keep it up," he begged as her mouth moved up and down the length of his shaft. "Suck mesuck me good-real good!"
Now, Mom's head was bobbing up and down on her son's slippery dick. And the balls were being worked on too. She figured he might enjoy a finger slipping up his ass-hole and she gently parted his ass cheeks, sliding the finger up his tight anal channel where her tongue had been only moments before. Sure enough, Brad did enjoy the invading finger pumping up his ass-hole, while her mouth moved energetically up and down the length of his prick.
"Suck me-suck my prick," he panted, as he pushed his hands down harder on her head, determined to make her give him a super suck.
That moment of climax was the one she was waiting for. The fantastic moment when she could feel his hot cream gushing into her mouth. She wasted no time now as she focused her mouth action on the head, creating a suction, with her lips tightly encasing the pulsating male member.
"Eat me," he moaned, his ass twisting on the bed in erotic delight, as the sexual waves of pleasure engulfed his entire being. He rolled his head from side to side on the pillow as she brought him there.
"Gobble my juice," he gasped. "Eat me Mom! Eat my pecker cream!"
The taste of his sperm triggered her. It was a delicious sweet taste, and it's thickness an improvement on her husband's sperm.
"Eat me! Swallow my sperm Mom-swallow every damned drop."
She gladly followed his orders, thrilling to the taste of his juicy pecker as it poured freely into her mouth.
"Now, now-I'll give you a double-header," he stammered, as he rammed it down her throat so far she thought she'd choke on cock. But, she managed to breathe through her nose, enjoying every sucking second of the interlude.
"That's the way I like it," he grunted. "Yes, baby-yes-that's the way to suck-off!"
It made Diane ecstatic to enjoy her son's pecker-load and he felt the same way. Mom had given him a suck-off such as he'd never known before. When she pulled off him, he brought her up to his arms, and wrapping his arms around her passionately proceeded to French kiss her.
As his tongue surged inside her mouth, he could taste his own sperm. It made him laugh to think about it, and he pulled his tongue out of her mouth, making her wonder if he'd flipped out fucking her.
"What are you laughing at?" Diane demanded.
"I-I was just thinking, mom," he told her, "I was sucking your tongue coated with my cock cream."
"Is that so funny?"
"I-I think it is," he chuckled, "Wouldn't it be funny if you sucked my cock off, and held the juice in your mouth so that I could eat my own gook!"
Again. Brad threw his head back and laughed wildly. This bothered Diane, as she didn't want him to loose his mind in the process of getting his rocks off.
"You've got a perverse sense of humor, son," she said self righteously.
"Maybe it's because I've got a unique Mom," he smiled. "Not every boy has a mom who'll blow him."
"Don't be crude..."
"It's true, Mom," he laughed, "You're one in a million. But that's alright, there's nothing wrong with you wanting to suck me off. But it does make me laugh, cause I'm a mother fucker, and that's what I used to call some kids at school. Now, by golly, I'm one of them."
"And what does that make me?" she demanded angrily.
"A son sucker," he chuckled. "That's easy--can't you figure that out?"
Diane turned away for she could see her son was taking their sexual congress in a completely different manner than she was. To her, their connection, though admittedly intimate, had been an ultimate sexual experience. And in her secret heart, she'd hoped he'd return the compliment and lick her vagina to climax.
Reaching over, Brad let his hands lightly massage her bosoms. "You are a great mom," he assured her. "You always said you didn't want me to grow up twisted! Well, I appreciate your letting me get my rocks off with chicks-and right at home. How many moms are that understanding?"
"Yes," Diane replied sullenly, as she realized her own permissive attitudes toward sex had contributed to what had just taken place.
"You're not happy, Mom-what's the matter? Did I taste bitter?"
Her eyes swept back to Brad, and she allowed a small smile to form on her lips.
"Brad, baby," she said softly, "I-I just love you too much. I didn't want to deny your body any pleasure. First, it was letting you bring girls home to screw-and then it came to this. I'm glad your father isn't here, as he'd get out his shotgun and kill us both if he knew we'd fucked together."
"I'd kill him first," Brad said determinedly.
Swiftly placing her hand over his mouth, she remonstrated him emphatically. "Oh, honey-you must never, never talk like that!"
"But that's how I feel," Brad told her frankly.
"I don't want you ever to say that again," she told him in no uncertain terms. "More murders take place because of family squabbles than any other way ... and it must stop!"
"Sometimes it's worth it," he said, still smiling as his hands toyed with her firm, ripe bosoms.
CHAPTER THREE
It bothered her to have Brad talk like that. She knew he was a passionate youth, and even though he was her own son, she feared the lengths his lust .might drive him to.
"Mom," he smiled, "I'd like to show you what a good pussy eater I am."
For a second Diane was tempted to tell her son she knew very well what a great pussy eater he was, but she refrained from mentioning anything about watching him eat his girlfriend. In the meantime, he let his tongue wash over her firm, ripe bosoms, as he focused his eyes on her vagina. The trim waist, coupled with her generous-sized bosoms excited young Brad's tongue into action. Soon, one mouth was over one breast, as his hand reached down to finger her snatch.
Diane's body writhed in pleasure as his tongue swept over her erect nipple, and she loved the probing fingers at her pussy.
"Love me-love me," she pleaded, "Oh, sweetheart, I want to feel your tongue inside me."
Her cunt was very juicy now, and she could hardly wait to grind her hips, thrusting her pussy forward into his hot face, giving his tongue the pussy thrills it sought.
"Suck my pussy," she panted, her body sweating with erotic desire and lust, "Oh Brad, honey, love your sweet mama!"
Brad wasted no time now. He had her right whore he wanted her, and he wasn't going to lot go.
His tongue swept down to her fur-trimmed triangle, and soon he was jabbing inside. She loved the slippery tongue sliding into her hot hole, and she thrilled to his teeth which were lightly nibbling at her love button. Hot winds raced through her body with hurricane force, as she spread her legs, and then wrapped them around her son's shoulders as he sucked away on her juicy cunt.
Reaching down, she gripped his head, guiding him as his passion mounted. Hot fluids, kept too long in their buried urns were about to overflow, now as his darting tongue excited her as she'd never been stimulated before.
Embraced by her hot thighs, Brad was motivated to use his tongue, lips, and teeth on her snatch as he'd never done before. Pressing his tongue into the very depths of her trembling pussy, he tasted her.
He had to grip something now to support the shock-waves, and reaching up he squeezed the bosoms, and pinched the nipples, making the blood rush to their swollen surfaces.
"Oh, Brad-suck my pussy-suck me-eat me," she panted in her sexual frenzy, as she rolled her head back and forth, reaching down now to clutch his head and hold him impaled over her mound.
Brad didn't want her to explode quite yet. It was so much fun letting his slippery tongue slide around inside her, he feared this fantastic fireworks would come to an end.
"Now, nibble my love button," she gasped, as the erotic waves splashed over her, and she felt herself juicing, coming in multiple orgasms, in a climax of climaxes.
The hot white spray gushed into her son's hot and ready mouth. Lapping her up, he continued fondling her great bosoms at the same time. She loved the erotic sensations his ever-threshing tongue had generated in her loins.
When Brad's slippery tongue swept out of her, she lay there as if unable to grasp what had happened. But, the huge cock-shaft he was pressing against her jolted her back to reality quickly.
She reached down to squeeze it, and smiled at him, "You've grown up, baby-how long is this pecker?"
"Long enough to fuck your cunt," he smiled. "Why don't you roll over and spread those legs for me and let me slide my dick in."
His words cast a hypnotic spell over her, and it seemed she couldn't resist anything he was suggesting. She let her body ease over, and gently spread her legs. Straddling her, he smiled. "Okay, Mom-I'm going to find out how good you are at fucking!"
Her breath was coming short now, and she reached out to grasp his pecker, pointing it directly at her hot, eager cunt. He moved forward, and slowly let it sink into her clutching pussy.
"That feels so good, Mom," he smiled, "Oh, you've got a tight pussy-it isn't all fucked out."
Now, he was panting and pumping and she loved the feel of his sexy, sweaty body on hers as he rode into her.
"Fuck me, honey," she panted. "I want it, baby-I want every fucking inch of that cock of yours!"
Reaching around him she felt of his back, letting her fingers move smoothly to the upturned buttocks, and grinding up to him so hard, they were fused into one fucking mass of flesh.
She didn't just feel of his buttocks, she played with them, massaging them, kneading them, grasping them. Now she was turned-on to the point where she could hardly stand it, and the juices from her pussy began lubricating his thrusting prick. Immediately, Brad could tell his mother's pussy was cumming, and a happy, excited smile swept over his face.
"That's the way I like it! Keep your tail twisting! Fuck! Fuck hard, Mom-fuck hard and good! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck it!"
The sensational pleasure he felt now was building in his balls which were swelling. It wouldn't be much longer until they boiled over, erupting in a giant climax in her cunt. It was this moment, he was thrusting toward-that moment of sweet release, when in a blinding flash of white sperm, eternity is met, and time stands still.
She saw him ferociously fucking, his lower jaw hanging slip, his eyes ablaze with passion, his lower lip trembling. It turned her on all the way.
Ever so gently, she parted his ass-cheeks, and slipped her finger smoothly up his tight anal opening. At first it was difficult to enter, but once she'd managed to ease past the tingling, tight anal ring, she could ride it the rest of the way. He was gasping now, as he thrust hard.
"Oh, Mom," he panted, "I like your fucking finger up my ass-hole! It's a fantastic feeling! Grab my prick now! Use those cunt muscles. You're nice and tight-just like I like it! Fuck! Fuck me good-ohhh, ahh, yes, fuck!"
Brad didn't let up for a second, but kept slamming his pecker into her pussy as ferociously as he knew how. She continued finger-fucking his ass-hole, and thrusting forward, her cunt muscles rhythmically grasping at his hard, driving cock.
He tried to drive even deeper into her throbbing cunt, and then with a loud gasp, he got his rocks off, "I'm cumming, I'm cumming, oh-hot mama, keep twisting your tail for me!"
The steady stream of white cum surging into her cunt, triggered another climax, and she came again.
"I-I can't stand it," she groaned in delight, "Ohhh, Brad, kiss me, kiss me!"
When she added affection to their lusty fuck-off, Brad was disgusted. Hell, he figured, she's a great piece of ass, but I'm not in love with her, not in the usual sense. Is she flipping out to ask me to kiss her, damned if I know. But, she wouldn't be put off. As her hips continued gyrating, her please persisted.
"Kiss me, Brad, baby-let me feel your lips on miner
Now, Diane wasn't waiting for her son to press his lips down on hers. Instead, she was pushing up to him, enjoying the sensation of her lips merging-with his even if she had to initiate this connection. It sort of made it all seem decent, in spite of the fact, she knew mother and son having sex together was anything but decent. But to support her illusion, she wanted the conventional kiss following a hot sexual union, whereas Brad wanted it on a realistic basis-an animal sex connection throwing two frustrated fuckers together until they had a scorcher of a climax.
Easing her finger out of his ass-hole, she gripped both ass cheeks, while he did press his lips down hard on hers. She loved the feel of his lips on hers, and now she wanted to suck on his tongue.
Opening her mouth, she felt his tongue enter hers, and then she stimulated him some more with a hot sucking session. He felt his penis stiffening in her sticky mound.
Pulling away fearfully, unable to grasp all that was happening, he demanded, "Do you want another fuck?"
The shy, helpless look on his face ignited her body. She nodded, smiling back.
Lifting up, Brad slowly pulled his penis out of her pussy, letting some of their cum splash on her body. Then, another idea seized her. She could offer him sophisticated sex techniques that the young chicks he'd encounter in high-school couldn't.
"Brad," she smiled, "You've got to get that cock off again. I see you're a real pistol!"
"I guess I am," he gulped reluctantly, trapped between desire-and guilt, and not knowing which direction to follow, until Diane rolled over, and reached down to stroke her buttocks.
"What do you want me to do-aim from behind?"
"I want you to use the back-door," she smiled suggestively, "You know what I mean, don't you, dear?"
"You mean you want me to fuck your ass-hole, Mom?" Brad asked, still not quite sure of what she was demanding next.
"Right-on, son," she nodded, "It's a great way to make it! Tight, and you can really ram it up there-if you do it now-now that your cock is coated with cum. It'll slip right in."
He had to admit she had a beautiful ass, but he'd never engaged in anal intercourse before and he wasn't quite sure how to go about it. Yet he disliked admitting ignorance.
Reaching over, he stroked her ass-cheeks, and her body tingled to the touch of, his fingertips on her soft, ripe behind. From the cleavage separating those firm buttocks, Brad could detect little tufts of blonde hair protruding in a provocative way.
Diane got up on her haunches to entice her son still more, and turning to him suggested, "Why don't you massage the buttocks, baby-and use your tongue to do some licking?"
The ass-cheeks did excite him, and he had to admit it would be great fun to slip his cock up there. Bending over, he played with the ass-cheeks, pulling them apart so he could gaze down on the little brown, puckered up ass-hole. His tongue slipped down there, and soon he was licking.
As he licked he felt his cock twitching, and growing. The inviting anal view had stimulated him to where he knew he had to run his pecker-meat up her ass-hole, and do it with firm, driving cockstabs.
"Oh, Brad, I just love it when you lick me,"
Diane admitted, "Stiffen your tongue honey-and slide it all the way!'
Brad's tongue stiffened, and then he began stabbing away. She loved the feel of his tongue slipping, sliding, jabbing up her hot, tight ass-hole, and she ground her hips around, while his hands held her in place.
He knew it wasn't going to be much longer now, and he could hardly wait until that fantastic moment when he could feel his cum-slickened pecker driving up her rectum.
"Fuck my ass-hole," Diane demanded, as she reached a passionate pitch of sexual frenzy.
With upturned buttocks, she stimulated him until he was dripping. Grasping his pecker with one hand, he held her ass cheek with the other and drove his dick into her rectum. When it met the resistance of her tight anal opening, it became a bit difficult. However, not for long.
The huge penis rode up her rectum with fierce force, and she rode back, accepting him completely.
Brad bent over, as he ran it high up her ass-hole, and at the same time, gripped her bosoms. He pinched the nipples, and played with them, exciting her more every moment.
"Fuck me," she begged, "That's the way I like to be screwed. Ohhhh, honey-shove it up my ass-hole."
Her muffled scream hadn't bothered him at the moment of entrance, for he was so consumed with his own lust, he could pay attention to nothing. All he knew now was that he wanted to fuck, and fuck hard and fast!
"Come on baby," he panted as the tight-fitting cock slammed in and out of her behind. And, Diane was just as delighted, and excited as her son, over this perverse act. She had lost all regard for anything but lust now, as the savage, thrusting pecker pleased her so much.
Inch by inch Brad's pecker invaded her ass-hole, and with each new thrust, he'd rest, giving her anal muscles a chance to relax, to ease the next and deeper invasion of her ass-hole.
After a few moments he was fully embedded in her hot tight ass-hole. It had been painful at first, but the pain soon gave way to pleasure, and erotic delight.
In a short while the rings of the rectal muscles gave way, and he could move in with driving, stabbing thrusts to obtain the ultimate thrills of ass-fucking.
His hands reached around, and he at first played with her breasts, pinching the nipples, as he stabbed her ass-hole.
"Grind your hips, mama," he panted, "twist--that's it, keep your ass in motion! Now-now, you're doing it! Ohh, ahh just like that!"
She could tell from the excited tone of his conversation just how intensely thrilled her son was with this new discovery of how to use his cock.
"Baby," she begged him, "Slip a couple fingers in mama's snatch, and let me juice too-okay?"
He did that, two fingers slipping high up her pussy, and fingering her love button, pinching, squeezing, manipulating her there, and he was determined to bring her to climax.
"Fuck-fuck-fuck it," he demanded, as she ground her hips around. "Now, you're doing it! Just like I like it! Ohh, I can't stand it. Fuck, fuck, fuck off!"
They were two heaps of flesh, connected with cock and fingers. Oblivious to everything, anything but their erotic fantasies, and lusty sex appetites, they continued, pushing, thrusting, and feeling until, Brad felt himself coming.
"Ohhh, ahhh, yes, mama-I'm cumming!"
The shooting dick, implanted high up her rectum shot its wad, causing her to juice, trickling down her inner thigh. Brad kept his fingers in her pussy, as she gushed, and he groaned in ecstasy, "Oh, wow, Mom-what an ass-fuck!"
He didn't pull his pecker out of her ass-hole, until he finished unloading, and she'd finishing juicing. Ever so slowly, he then slid out, and flipped over on his back, lying there looking up at the ceiling in a daze.
CHAPTER FOUR
When Diane went back to her room that night and left her son alone. Feelings of guilt overpowered her. She knew she'd done the wrong thing, and she determined she wouldn't allow herself to give in to her emotional desires again. Yet, it wasn't quite as easy as all that to dismiss the enjoyment she'd experienced. For, she had enjoyed him enormously.
The following day she fixed a huge breakfast and did her very best to extricate herself from the touchy position she'd placed herself in.
"Brad," she smiled, "about last night..."
Hesitating, he told her to continue.
"Go on, honey-tell me what you want to say," Brad insisted.
"We must never have sex again-it would be wrong!"
"Who says so?"
Realizing what a predicament she'd created herself, she scratched herself, to relieve some of the tension, searching for answers.
"Son," she smiled nervously, "You have no idea what trouble we would be in if people knew we had sex together last night."
"Who did we hurt?" Brad argued.
"Ourselves," she spit back, becoming disgusted with the way he persisted in arguing with her.
"I didn't feel any pain," he smiled. "Matter of fact, Mom, you're a mighty fine piece of tight ass."
A teasing smile played about Brad's lips as he spoke to his mother in such brutally frank terms.
"Thanks, for the compliment," she snapped. "I guess that was supposed to be a compliment!"
"Sure it was," he nodded, "I've had a few chicks at school and you can fuck better than they can."
"Oh, I'm glad to hear that," she said sarcastically. "As long as you don't inform everyone else at the school Mom fucks better. I'm sure that would go over big."
When Brad got up from breakfast, he got his tennis racket and went out for a tennis match. As he went out the door, he turned and smiled, "Catch you later, Mom."
Diane didn't like the way he looked at her. She was sure that he intended to come back and have sex with her, and this tormented her to no end.
She tried to calm herself down with a drink and it worked for a short time. But the painful thoughts of having invaded her son's life tormented her so much she began wondering if she should end it all. Yes, she concluded that might be easier. If her husband George ever caught them, she knew he'd kill them both in cold blood. And this thought was not exactly a pleasant one to live with.
It wasn't right for George to have to suffer because of her, she concluded. She determined within her mind that she was not going to make anyone suffer-she was going to end it.
Just as she'd figured she had enough torment, Brad walked in sweaty and smiling.
"Hi, mom," he grinned.
"Hi, honey," she slurred drunkenly.
"You've been drinkin' and you're stinkin' drunk," he chuckled. "You better take a shower-a nice cold shower-with me, Mom!"
The sensuous look on his face told her exactly what he wanted, and this bothered her. She felt it would be a terrible thing to have him playing with her again. Yet the temptation was more than she could stand, and when he stood there, and began undressing to entice her, she knew she had to give in.
"Brad.-put your clothes on-don't strip like that! Don't!" It bothered her no end to see him act like this, so bold, so determined and demanding when it came to sex. She went up to his bedroom with him, and by now he was down to his shorts. The tell-tale crotch bulge told her Brad was ready to have sex again. Going over to him, she made one last plea to avoid becoming involved sexually.
"Enough, baby-enough-we've had enough fucks for now!"
Even though she wanted to end it, it was evident to her, her young son was having no part of it. He was determined to have some more action, and nothing was going to stop him.
Once he'd pulled his shorts off, he smiled, reaching out to grip his huge pecker. He displayed himself proudly, and grasping his tool pulled on it.
"Before we have sex, Mom, I'll shower."
"Thanks much, son," she said. "I suppose you'll expect me to do everything you've fantasized about when you were beating your meat. Am I right, dear?"
Turning and walking into the bathroom, he nodded, "You are so right, Mom-and you're going to enjoy it just as much as I am."
Somehow her son had hypnotized her into doing anything he wanted her to. And she was powerless to resist his ploys, especially when she caught sight of his proud, taut male member, which was rigid and ready. She was as eager to have sex with him as could be.
Going into the bathroom, she began stripping. Brad opened the shower door so his mom could watch him while he soaped himself. She got a big charge out of the way he slid the soap along the length of his cock, and she enjoyed the sight of him comically slipping the soap between his ass-cheeks.
Now, she was totally nude and she joined him in the shower. He immediately began soaping her bosoms, and she loved the feel of his eager hands, massaging the slippery breasts.
Meantime, she reached down and pulled gently back and forth on his slippery penis.
"Oh, Mom," he said. "You turn me on like nobody ever turned me on before-and-I don't know why!"
"I don't understanding it either," she admitted. "It is a strange thing-but there is something about your body that..."
"Don't you mean something about my pecker meat, Mom?" he smiled as he glanced down at her hot hand on his cock, squeezing his male member.
"I guess you know how to put it better than I do," she smiled.
When they finished showering, they dried off and went back to the bedroom. Young Brad got on the middle of the bed and spread his legs in an open invitation to sensuality.
"Mom," he begged, "Why don't you lick me down around my ass again?"
Diane got on the bed with her young son. She cavorted about like a young chick, lightly slipping her hands under his behind, and getting her face close to his ass-cheeks, let her tongue flip out.
As her tongue slipped and slid around his hot ass-hole, he began pulling on his pecker. As she stiffened her tongue, and stabbed it up his hot ass-hole, he felt his balls swelling, his cock becoming very rigid.
Diane enjoyed doing anything to excite her son's passions, and she wasted no time now in stimulating him with her energetic tongue stabs up his butt.
However, she did want him to cram his cock in her pussy. She was eager to feel his huge male member sliding up her tight pussy. She knew her pussy muscles, well lubricated now, could give him the satisfaction he sought.
Pulling her tongue out of his ass-hole, she informed him, "I'm going to ride your rock-how about that?"
"Oh, Mama, do whatever you want to do," he told her, looking at her beautiful bosoms with their erect nipples, wishing he could slip his cock between them, and press them against his rigid dick.
Straddling him, she reached for his penis, guiding it into herself. As she felt the huge penis plunging into her pussy, she gripped it tightly with her vaginal muscles and smiled at him.
"How am I doing, honey?" she asked proudly, moving up and down on his huge cock, as she held it tightly in her pussy, determined she wouldn't let go until he shot his pistol off inside her pussy.
"Keep that up, Mom-just like that! Now, now, oh-squeeze the juice out of it-pinch my pecker in your pussy," he panted.
With his hands on her bosoms, and his fingertips pinching her nipples, she squeezed his cock in her cunt until his cock exploded.
The steady stream of white, juicy cum turned her on all the way, and she continued sliding up and down his flagpole as he shot his rocks off inside her.
"There's more juice, Mom," Brad panted as he gunned his pistol, and shot another round of the sticky white substance. Pinching her nipples until they were fiery red, she told him to quit.
"That's enough," she insisted, feeling sudden pain flash through her sensitive bosoms.
Finally, she had to pull his hands off as he was hurting her nipples too much, and the pain didn't please her.
"Take it easy, honey," she said, her voice cracking with emotion as she pulled his hands off her bosoms. Finally, he did release them, and he lay back, looking up at her with lusty desire.
"You're one hell of a grind, Mom," he told her. "You really are."
Bending over, Diane kissed her son full on the mouth. And when his mouth opened, she didn't hesitate to slip her tongue inside, and flip it back and forth.
Immediately, he reached back and gripped her ass cheeks, thoroughly enjoying every moment of it
As a matter-of-fact, the more his hands groped her behind, the more stimulated he became.
"Come on, baby," he said, "Let's do it this way too!"
For an instant, Diane could hardly believe what her young son was demanding. It was apparent to her that he wanted to try everything, and she didn't know as she was prepared to give everything. But when she felt Brad's insistent finger gliding up her tight anal opening, she knew she had to submit.
"Alright, son," she smiled faintly, "But let me get some lube for that great big prick of yours!"
She slid off him, and as she hustled to the bathroom to get some vaseline, he couldn't help admire the firm, round buttocks which promised so much pleasure.
When she returned, she sat on the edge of the bed and opened the vaseline container. Dipping her finger inside, she got some on the end of it, and smiled at him.
"Now, sweetheart," she said, "I'll get you ready. Ass fucking demands a little preparation."
"Has Dad ever fucked your ass-hole, Mom?" Brad asked casually.
"As a matter-of-fact-he hasn't," she admitted.
"That's his loss," Brad chuckled, "As I'll bet it would be a lot of fun to slide a dick up your tight ass-hole."
"You'll find out," she said, completing the act of massaging the vaseline along the surface of his penis.
"Now what position do you want me in?" she asked, letting him dominate the action.
"On all fours-like a dog in heat-that's how we'll fuck," Brad enthused.
Diane got on all fours, and when she glanced in the mirror at the reflection of her body in this position, she did feel sexy. Brad was gripping her ass cheeks, and slowly slipping the penis into place. As she felt him thrust to the tight anal ring, her body quivered.
"Are you afraid of something?" Brad teased.
"A little..."
Without saying anything more, he shoved with all his might and the huge cock slid up her ass-hole. It felt fantastic, once the pain from the initial thrust had disappeared.
She turned to watch the reflection in the mirror, and she couldn't help getting more turned-on by the erotic sight of the slick, sliding pecker penetrating her ass-hole in a regular, rhythmic beat, as he rode her.
"Keep that backfield in motion, Mom," Brad begged her. "That's how you do it-just like that! Keep it up!"
The even, regular thrusts produced pleasure for them both, and as Diane gyrated her hips for her son, he discovered he was enjoying himself enormously.
"Fuck it," he panted. "That's it, honey-grind your ass around! Now-now, you're fucking. Just like that! Keep it up, baby-now-now, you're pumping!"
As Diane would gyrate her ass to the right, her son would jab it to the left, and then he thrust straight ahead, as his balls began swelling, and he jabbed his cock up her ass to the hilt.
Bending over, Brad reached for her bosoms first, and then down to her vagina.
"Yes, son, yes," she gasped, "That's the way I like to be fucked. Keep it up! Ohh, ahh-give it to me! Every inch! I want to feel it!"
Bending over farther, her buttocks were upraised even more, and giving him a perfect position to ram it all the way up her tight, twisting rectum.
"Fuck off," she groaned in erotic delight, as she lost herself in his lust for her body. "Let me feel you shoot that dick!"
The thrusting cock, was being vigorously worked on now, and she loved his fingers slipping in and out of her pussy.
"Keep that finger action up," she pleaded, "We can both make it-together!"
Diane continued gyrating her hips in time to her son's stabbing cock. And every stab of his cock was coordinated with his fingers jabbing up her pussy at the same pace and tempo.
"Oh, now-now, Mom, now," he groaned as he threw his head from side to side, and shot his cock off high up her ass-hole. His tremendous finger movements produced reactions in her too, and he felt her juices trickling down her inner thigh. At this pitch of sexual frenzy, the exciting thrills he was experiencing caused him to ram it up her rectum as far as it would go, and watch the balls bounce on her buttocks, as he slid his fingers out of her hot, juicing cunt.
When Brad pulled his pecker out of his mom's ass-hole, she knew she'd been fucked. She collapsed in a heap on the bed, and lay there. Brad lay beside her.
He was breathing heavily, and as he looked at her behind, he said, "You sure gave me a good fuck!"
His hands tapped her bare bottom, and she felt the warmth of his touch, and then she was jolted back to reality. This was her son she'd had sex with. She couldn't carry on with her own son. What would people think of her?
CHAPTER FIVE
Diane didn't look forward to her husband coming home two days later, for her conscience was troubling her. She was feeling guilty about the sexual encounters with her son, yet she felt compelled to continue.
George was all excited when he burst into the house that fateful Tuesday to tell her how much he'd missed her.
"Honey," he began, "You don't know how much I wanted to go to bed with you last weekend. Here I was in this dismal hotel room."
"Alone?" she interrupted.
"Of course, love," he smiled. "You know I don't cheat on you-and I know you don't cheat on me. That's why it's so much fun to come home and have sex with you."
"I'm glad," she said nervously. "Real glad."
She masked her feelings as best she could, going over to George and kissing him passionately.
"Honey," he suggested, "Why don't we have sex now-while Brad's at school-we can finish fucking before he gets home. I've got a deck of cards I'd like to show you."
For a moment, Diane went numb. The last thing in the world that she wanted to do was jump in bed with her husband. Yet, she knew all too well that she was in no position to refuse him his request. She reasoned that he probably was telling the truth about being faithful, and no doubt was going out of his mind with desire to stick it in her.
"Baby doll," George said, "This is me honey-your husband-have you forgotten? Have you got another lover?"
The boldness of his questions jolted her back to reality quickly.
"I'd love to have my husband make love to me," she smiled, masking her guilt and hidden fears as best she could. Together, they went to their bedroom, and George made it a point to lock the door.
"Honey," he smiled, "I got this deck of playing cards with all these fucking positions on them, and I want to try them out on you!"
Pretending she was delighted that he'd gone to the bother of buying cards with sex positions on them, she laughed, "I'm dying to try every position. First, why don't we shower?"
"A very good idea," he agreed.
As George watched his wife undress, he felt his penis hardening, for Diane was really stacked. Her curvaceous ass, and well-rounded bosoms always excited him. She found him fascinating and then she felt frustrated, caught in a trap of her own creation-a sexual pull toward her husband building as he expressed interest in really enjoying her body in a variety of ways. The frustration she felt of being so turned-on with her son Brad.
As she bent over to slip her panties off, George got a view of her pussy hair, and he felt like fucking her fast, not bothering with the shower or any other preliminaries.
Coming over to her, he stroked her ass cheek. Pulling away, and tossing her panties aside, Diane strode bare assed to the bathroom, with her eager husband in hot pursuit.
She opened the shower door, and got in quickly, and George followed behind her.
As the water streaked down her body, George reached for the bar of soap, and began washing her bosoms. She had to admit she loved the feel of his slippery hands on her breasts.
Taking the soap from him, she began washing her husband's cock, sliding the soap the length of his penis, and then reaching down to gently massage his balls.
"You've got nice hands, honey," he told her. "Real nice!" And then he turned and made what seemed to her a rather unusual request.
"And honey, don't forget to wash my ass out with soap. Okay?"
Slipping the soap between his ass cheeks, she watched him tightening his ass muscles and holding it.
"What an achievement," she laughed.
Then, he turned around, allowing the soap to slip into his hands as he did so, and suddenly got to his knees and began washing her pussy. Parting her pussy lips, he slid it a short distance.
"Stop that-stop that, honey," she giggled as she felt the insistent soap slipping farther into her body.
And then he dropped the soap, and threw his arms around her, letting the pellets of water from the shower spray sweep over both of their naked bodies, as he embraced her, kissing her with affection and feeling.
After a hot Frenching session, they emerged from the shower, George reaching back to turn the water off. Next they took turns drying each other off.
"Honey," he said, "You look delicious!"
"Why did you say that?" she giggled, "Do you want to taste me?"
"Sure do, wife," he said, "That is if you're willing to eat my prick!"
It was surprising to Diane that her husband
George was so eager for sex. It bothered him just thinking about it. For she realized if he'd only made attempts like this previously to satisfy her necessary sexual needs she wouldn't have been tempted to know her son that way.
"What are you thinking of, honey?" George asked, as he applied body splash all over himself, making it a point to cover his most intimate areas.
"Oh, nothing."
"Yes, you were," he insisted, as he capped the bottle of splash and placed it back on the marble top sink. Diane applied some cologne to her pussy, and a moment later they walked into the bedroom.
"Honey," George went on, "I saw one of those sex films-you know-the fuck flicks, and I got some ideas about how we could be making it."
"Tell me more," she continued, "I'm curious!"
"Well, it was the wildest sex I've ever seen. All these bare naked people doing everything! You name it-they did it!"
"like what?" she insisted on knowing, "Go ahead honey, I'm a big girl now!"
"Well, in one scene this dame was on all fours on a sofa. A guy was straddling her from behind and fucking her ass. And while she was getting ass-fucked she was blowing another guy at the other end of the sofa. It was about as wild a fuck as I could ever imagine."
"Would you like to perform sodomy on my behind ? " she smiled up at him.
"I sure would," he said, "Would you let me?"
"If you'd like to try it--alright!"
"There's one thing I'd like you to do first," he said, "And I'll do the same thing to you-okay."
"Tell me-what?"
George smiled, almost shyly as he revealed what he wanted his wife to do to him to excite his passion.
"I want you to lick me all around down there."
Becoming disgusted that he couldn't be as blunt about it as her son, she told him flatly, "If you want me to suck your cock-say so."
"Alright," George said, "I-I want you to eat my prick, lick my balls, and eat my ass out."
George got on the bed, and spread his legs invitingly for Diane. Massaging his cock with his own hand he tried to entice her to go down on him.
As she saw the huge cock on display, she did become excited to please her husband.
"If seeing those movies can make you this sexy, baby," she smiled, "You should see one a week!"
"Quit talking and start sucking," he suggested. She crouched at his crotch, letting her hot tongue flip around his ass cheeks. And then, with her tongue stiffening, she slowly slid it up his rectum, at the same time reaching up to grip his pulsating penis. He loved the feeling of the cock being gripped tightly in her hand, while her tongue invaded his hot, tight ass-hole. , "Oh, yes, lover, do me," he panted, "That's the way I like it-do me!"
As she tongued his ass-hole, she jacked him off. George had never experienced such a fantastic sensation as he was enjoying now. He was delighted that his wife would finally give him the kind of satisfaction he sought.
"Suck-suck my ass out," he gasped in erotic delight, "Keep it up, baby-suck ass!"
George felt his balls swelling, and he knew he'd have to get Diane to cop her mouth over his cock quickly.
"Honey," he panted, "Fasten your mouth on my dick-quick, baby, quick!"
Diane let her tongue flip around his penis, and then she slid her mouth down hard over the head of his penis shaft and sucked with vigor. George loved the sensations of her tongue twirling over the top of his cock, stimulating him as he'd never been stimulated before.
"Yes, yes, whip your tongue around it," he begged as his wife's mouth movements got him all the hotter. "That's how I like to get sucked--suck my cock off!"
It wasn't going to be much longer now, for she was giving him the kind of head he'd dreamed about.
The first taste of his sperm triggered her to build up more suction in the head of his cock.
Fastening her lips securely around the head of his penis-shaft, she sucked with vigor until he couldn't stand it. Throwing his legs over her shoulders, he embraced her with his thighs.
She tingled to the hot thighs pressing against her as her head bobbed up and down on his dick.
"Now, now, baby, I'm cumming! I'm shooting. Eat my prick! Suck the cream, baby, swallow me whole!"
As the cream shot down her throat, she gulped gladly, happy to swallow the thick, and delicious sperm-load her husband erupted into her hot mouth.
She couldn't stop sucking on the end of it, until it tickled, and he had to tell her to quit.
Pulling off him, she lay beside him. It didn't take George long to swing into action now. Getting below her legs, he reached for her buttocks, and raised it up, suddenly pressing his face close to her behind.
"Eat my ass-just like I did yours," Diane pleaded as erotic desires shot through her like electricity.
George's slippery tongue flipped this way and that, all around her ass-hole, driving her almost out of her mind with sexual delight, and erotic pleasure.
As he pumped his tongue high up her ass-hole, her body quivered, and she pushed forward. He stabbed his tongue in rhythmic movements, letting his face bury farther in her loins. Diane was riding the crest of a sexual wave that was about to splash on an orgasmic shore.
Sensing that he shouldn't delay slipping his tongue into her pussy any longer, he pulled it out of her ass, and slid it along her fur-trimmed slit
"Ohhh, Georgey baby, eat my pussy," she panted, as his tongue stabbed her hot hole. He thrust it into her with such skill that she wondered if he hadn't been holding out on her and having sex like this with other women.
He gripped her ass cheeks, squeezing them gingerly as he continued pumping his hot tongue into her tight, moist mound. The tongue flicked back and forth across her clit, stimulating her no end.
"Eat me-eat my pussy," she gasped, as her body writhed in the throes of sexual ecstasy. "Just like that! Nibble my clit! Yes-bear down! Oh, now, one more time!"
As his teeth bore down, she juiced.
"I'm cumming," she moaned, as she squeezed her thighs tight to him. "Oh, honey! Lick it all! Eat my cunt!"
The dirty talk triggered him, and he felt himself becoming hard. As his hands, holding her buttocks tightly, squeezed her, he could hardly wait to stab her up the ass-hole with his pecker.
"More, baby, more," she begged frantically, as she felt herself cumming in multiple orgasms.
George was proud of himself, for it was obvious to him that he could ignite his wife to sexual heights.
He didn't quit licking her velvety vagina walls until she'd completed juicing.
Slowly sliding out of her, he smiled, as he released her ass cheeks, and moving up licked her bosoms. Squeezing one bosom, he lightly nibbled and licked at the other, pressing his mouth down tightly.
As his tongue caressed her bosoms, she had ample opportunity to compare his style of love-making with her son's way of having sex with her. Strangely, now that George was losing all of his inhibitions, she was discovering that there actually wasn't so much of a difference as she thought.
Pulling his mouth off her other breast, George said happily, "How'm I doin', honey?"
"Beautiful, baby," she said, her eyes misting, as she realized how close George's sexual awakening-to total sex-had followed on the heels of her son's initial sexual awakening. And what seemed so terrifying to her was that she couldn't be lover to them both-for she did enjoy fucking with both of them.
"I'm going to fix us a drink," he said at her. "What do you want, baby doll?"
"A Tom Collins," she told him.
George nodded, and smiled. Slipping into his robe and walking out of the bedroom he went to get his wife a drink.
When he returned, she was ready for a drink.
"What kept you so long, love?" she asked, nervously reaching out to pull the glass away from him.
"I guess you really needed a drink," George chuckled. "Just like old times, huh? Remember when we fucked the first time on that horrible mattress at that dumpy motel!"
"Don't remind me," she laughed, sipping her drink appreciatively. "I had a backache for a week after that."
"But you loved it;-every inch of it," he smiled, "Didn't you luv?"
"Yes-yes, I did," she agreed.
"When we were young, honey," George smiled, "People didn't go to movies to watch people fucking-they were doing it themselves. Nowadays, everybody's watching everybody else get fucked all over the place!'
"You can say that again," she chuckled. "By the way, honey, you must take me to one of those movies. Maybe I could learn something!"
"I-I don't like the idea of my wife going to dirty movies," George insisted self-righteously.
"Well, if they are alright for you, they are alright for me," she said. "Women have sexual feelings too-or didn't you know that!"
"I'm finding out," George said, gulping his drink greedily.
"You're living in illusion land if you think I don't enjoy being balled," she said emphatically. "After all, if you enjoy getting a good fuck-why shouldn't I?"
"That's true," he admitted, "But I guess I was brought up in the old school when a man could talk dirty and desire all kinds of kinky sex-but never a decent woman!"
"That myth is shot," Diane laughed. "Now honey, women are free to fuck wild-just as uninhibited as men, not that that wasn't the way they secretly felt all the time."
"Now that you mention it I guess history does tell us a few things about some oversexed women who could outruck any stud. Didn't Cleopatra take on a score of men?"
"Sure she did," Diane nodded, "That's why they remember her! Books, movies, plays-the whole trip!"
It was obvious his wife had turned on, for now she was demanding one more drink. When he came back with the second drink, he made it double-strength.
"What are you putting in these things?" she demanded, "I didn't ask for a double!"
"Why not?" George insisted, "You're free now, honey-free to drink like a man. I like mine on the rocks-don't even need a chaser!"
Diane didn't care for the taste of raw bourbon, with so little mixer to tame the taste. But if this was what George wanted, she would go along with him.
As liquor loosened her up some more she got to thinking; thinking about her handsome son Brad, and how much she enjoyed seeing him naked, touching his penis, pulling on it, watching it lengthen and strengthen, as the hot lusty desires built within her own body.
"A penny for your thoughts," George smiled, as he enjoyed Diane's stroking his rigid cock.
"They're not worth a penny," she smiled, bending over and letting the pink tip of her tongue touch the head of his penis shaft. It bothered her to see him like this. He was tormented to realize there was indeed something secret Diane was keeping from him. He could sense it. He knew his wife well enough to know she had been playing around with another man. She had never been so bold, so demonstrative of affection. The way she kept her hands on his cock told him plenty. He was eager to find out more about his wife's thoughts now, as he felt he was on the trail to some startling discovery, a dimension of her personality he never knew existed until today.
Now, Diane was bending over, letting her tongue lick hungrily along the surface of his swollen male member. With consummate skill, her fingers were playing around his balls. He couldn't help but marvel at her ability to ignite him, so unlike any previous sexual encounter they had had before.
CHAPTER SIX
Diane and George had become so involved in their sex activity, they didn't hear their young son Brad enter the house. When Brad heard voices coming from his parents' bedroom, he was somehow curious to know what was going on. It was most unusual for his parents to be in the bedroom in the afternoon. As he came closer to the partly opened bedroom door, he stopped dead in his tracks. His heart was pounding rapidly now, and he was afraid he would make a sound that would stop them. For he could feel his balls tingle, and his cock going hard as he watched his mother going down on his father.
"Does that ever feel good," his father told his mother. "You really are giving me good head, honey! You been sucking on somebody else's dick?"
That did it. Diane slipped her mouth off his sticky cock's head and glared at him.
"What are you talking about?"
"I was only teasing," he insisted. "Don't pull your mouth off my prick. You were just building up good suction."
Instantly recognizing she'd reacted too quickly out of guilt, Diane felt the best thing for her to do was to go down on his cock, and quickly. Grasping his mainstem again, she once more slid the head of it into her mouth and began to lave it with the tip of her tongue.
As Brad watched his mom, his lover, toying with the tip of his Dad's pecker, he found his own penis lengthening. Ever so quietly, he reached down and let his hand move slowly back and forth over the swollen surface of his tight pants. Finally, he quietly unzipped his fly, and reached in to pull out his penis. As it flipped up to freedom, he began pumping in earnest, discovering a new dimension in sexual excitation as he watched his mom moved her mouth up and down his father's slippery dick.
"I like that," his father groaned in erotic de-
.light, spreading his legs in an open invitation for her to reach down to play with his balls. Diane picked up the cue and let her hand grip his testicles and play with them.
"Now, now you're doing it," he told her, "Just like I like it. Keep it up, lover-keep it up!"
The excitement he was enjoying now was causing him to flip out.
"How about another ass-suck?" he asked her huskily. His words became her command, and Diane slid off his prick, licking down the underside of his joystick to his swelling balls. Before she let her tongue slide to his ass-cheeks, she managed to open her mouth and take his balls in and suck on them.
"Now, now-ohhh, yes, I like it. Whip your tongue around my nuts!"
As the hot tongue swept around his balls, she proceeded down to his ass cheeks.
When Brad saw what his mom was going to do next, he almost shot his gun off. However, he managed to control himself by slowing down the pace of his pumping hand.
He strained forward, watching with new found intensity as his mother's tongue lashed his Dad's ass-hole. It was excitement such as he heard kids in school talking about, and he determined he was going to have her lick his butt the next time they got together for sex.
Cupping her husband's buttocks in her hands, Diane brought her face closer to his ass-hole, and let her tongue twirl about his tight anal ring in a circular motion.
"Suck my ass," he demanded, his body writhing in sexual lust and the wild fantasy of his own imagination.
Pressing her mouth over his ass, Diane did manage to build up suction, and her husband shoved his ass further forward into her face.
"Eat me," he begged, "Eat my ass out!"
Diane's pumping tongue stabbed her husband's tight ass-hole, and waves of sexual ecstasy encompassed George. He rolled his head back and forth on the pillow, reaching down to guide his wife's head over his hot ass-hole.
At this point, Brad had to reach in and pull his balls out too. Cupping his balls with one hand, he pumped vigorously with the other hand.
Suddenly the hot white cream erupted from the head of his cock and the sticky, white juice shot all over his hand.
As the white cream he'd jerked out of his pecker continued gushing he became worried. It was falling on the blue hallway carpet, yet he didn't want to stop jerking until he'd finished shooting his rocks off.
He was surprised how much erotic delight he could derive from such a fantastic jerk-job watching. I guess I'm a .voyeur, he thought to himself.
Reaching up, Diane continued her hot activity, letting her hand greedily grip her husband's huge cock as she pulled him to climax..
The moment she felt the sticky cum slipping down her hand, she quickly got her tongue out of his ass-hole and licked his cock like an ice cream cone melting. Copping the top of his prick in the warmth of her mouth she vowed she'd get him to juice again.
Feverishly, he thrust into her. She was more excited every moment, wondering if she could get more juice out of his dick. She didn't have long to wonder, for George was so stimulated by his wife's ardent demonstration of sexual passion that he suddenly gushed in her mouth.
"Eat me-eat my cum, gobble my juice," he begged her.
As the steady stream of white cum shot into her mouth, she continued eating him, enjoying it more every moment. By now, Brad, who'd managed to pull out a handkerchief and wipe up his dripping cum from the carpet, saw his mother eating his dad's dick. It stimulated him no end to see how her cheeks sucked in, as she pulled the juice out of his father's penis. He vowed he'd make her do the very same things with him the next time they got together, and he was confident he could make her want it.
Turning around, he walked out of the house. When he came in half an hour later, Diane was dressed and so was George. George was watching the evening news on television, and Diane was preparing dinner.
"Hi, son," his Dad smiled. "How's everything?"
"Just fine, Dad-good to see you back!"
Brad figured that was a good thing to tell him as he certainly didn't want to give him any clue as to his true feelings about his return to what he thought was now his turf.
As Diane listened to her son's return, she had mixed emotions. She knew all too well, what problems his return might pose. It bothered her to think about having finally experienced great sex with her husband, following fast on the heels of some uninhibited sex play with her son.
Brad thought he'd go along with the act, pretending he knew nothing about their 'sex in the afternoon' encounter. Stepping into the kitchen, he greeted his mother with, "What's cooking, Mom?"
"I thought we'd grill some steaks tonight, dear," she said, doing her best to mask her emotions. "We're-celebrating because your father's back!"
"That's nice," Brad smiled smugly.
Listening to their conversation from the living room, George cut in, "It sure is, son-I'm glad to be back, and I don't think I should do so much traveling. It's not good for me to be gone so much of the time. You both need me!"
"Yeah," Brad said disgustedly, and under his breath, he whispered to his mom, "like a dose of clap!"
His father appeared in the doorway, and he wasn't quite sure of what he had whispered.
"You weren't talking about me by any chance, were you?" he demanded, with a happy smile.
"I-I just said, 'I'm so happy I could clap.' " He had covered himself quickly.
Then turning, he made his way up to his room. As he walked down the blue carpeted hallway he could still see the obvious stain from his dripping dick, and this annoyed him. No doubt his mom would see it later-and wonder what in hell it was. She'd just have to wonder, he thought to himself.
At dinner time, his father asked him how his grades were coming, and then he came to the touchy topic, "How's your social life, son?"
That did it. That triggered his mom to reply, "Brad has a nice girl. Carol is her name. She really is a sweetheart!"
"She really is a slut," Brad said bluntly.
His father put his steak knife down, and looked at him.
"What did you say?"
"Carol is a good screw. You know the kind, Dad. The kind of girl you ball with, but that's all."
"I-I think I should have a talk with you," his father said sternly.
"About the birds and bees, huh?" he chuckled. "Well, maybe I could tell you a few things!"
As Brad said this he gave his mother the raised eyebrow treatment, as she gulped nervously.
Sensing he was being cut out of something, George demanded, "What's going on here?"
Brad got to his feet and left the table. As he did so, his father looked after him with mounting disgust
"What's eating him?" he demanded.
"Oh, he's just a teen-age kid," Diane replied, "Maybe he felt you were interfering or something!"
"Interfering, hell!" he exclaimed, "I was just trying to get a few points across to him, but apparently he doesn't want to listen to me. It's too bad because I might be able to help him over some rough spots too."
"He must learn about sex on his own," Diane told her husband emphatically.
"Is that so?" George said. "When I was growing up my Dad took me aside and told me a thing or two. If he hadn't-I don't know what would have become of me. I was the shy type."
"I'll just bet you were," Diane told her husband, her voice dripping with sarcasm.
"No fooling honey," he insisted, "I was so shy I wouldn't even go in my folk's bedroom cause I didn't want to catch my mom in her underclothes."
The moment George mentioned seeing his mom in her underclothes, she felt pangs of guilt. For it reminded her of seeing her own son stark naked, and him seeing her completely bare.
"Did I say something that upset you?" George asked his wife curiously, noticing the sudden change in her expression.
"Why, no-dear-actually it was thoughtful of you to be concerned over Brad's sexual development, but you don't have to worry about himnot at all."
"What do you know that I don't know?"
"Well, I chanced to awaken one night-while you were gone-and he was making out with Carol, a girl from school with rather questionable morals."
"Good," George explained, "A chip off the old block. I'm glad you told me about that honey, as I'll confess I was becoming worried about him."
"Well, you don't have to worry any more-not about him-he's quite a man-yes, quite a man indeed!"
Brad wanted to get out of the house. He was disgusted with the situation he had to live with. Being turned-on with your own mom wasn't easy he thought to himself. As he walked down the street he did a lot of thinking. He knew he couldn't go on like this. He was tormented.
As he side-glanced to see the homes he was walking by so briskly, he couldn't help think to himself what a twisted life his had swiftly become.
Try as he would, he couldn't shake the tormenting desire for his mother's body.
CHAPTER SEVEN
The next morning he remained cool toward his mother. Every time she'd steal a glance his direction it was obvious that he was frustrated-upset.
"Have a good day," she smiled after him as he walked out the kitchen door.
Turning Brad gave his mother a stony stare. "You can say that, can't you? And I know whybecause you had a good time screwing with..."
As he was about to complete his sentence he heard his father moving about in the bathroom, and he knew he couldn't continue.
"Oh, Brad," Diane exclaimed, tears suddenly coming to her eyes as she realized the chaos she'd brought to his young life. It tormented her to think she was responsible. She knew she'd overstepped her bounds, not only as a mother, but as a responsible adult, and she hated herself.
Yet, she wished she could be in bed with Brad right this moment. She wanted to caress him all over with her tongue. If she could lash his balls, and feel his huge penis pumping into her pussy she felt she could somehow please him, thrill him again. But it was all wrong to have such feelings. This was developing into parental sympathy, masked as sex-or was it? Did she still feel pulled to his huge, throbbing penis. Did she want to lick the top of his cock-tickle the small slit with the tip of her tongue, and see the balls swell with their precious load of sperm he'd shoot into her cunt, or up her ass, or in her mouth! These thoughts were momentarily hurled aside when George came into the kitchen.
"Good morning, honey," he said. "How's everything?"
"Oh, just fine," she said, turning away as she wiped a tear from her cheek.
George picked up on thjs immediately.
"What's the matter?" he demanded, as he walked over to the kitchen stove where she was busily mixing a couple of eggs and some milk for scrambled eggs.
"Why, nothing dear-why do you ask?' "Yes, there is something troubling you," he insisted. "I can't quite put my finger on it-but ever since I've come home I've noticed it."
"Does it show?"
"You bet your ass it does," he scowled, "What is it? You got another lover-and now that I'm back, you're going to miss him! Is that it?"
"That does it," she shriekied, throwing the scrambled eggs onto the floor. "Fix your own breakfast, dammit! I'm through! I've been loyal to you, and this is the thanks I get-suspicion!"
Her dramatic response to his scatter-flack charge made it difficult for him to determine if he'd hit it right, or been dead wrong. Therefore, he thought-at this point, an apology was in order. He calculated that he might have spoken too fast, putting her on guard. Mentally kicking himself for letting her know exactly what he was thinking, he decided it might be wise to play it cool-very cool, especially if he cared to catch her.
"Forgive me, honey," he said, wrapping his arms around her. "Why don't we just take the day off?"
Stunned by George's generosity with his time and attention, Diane felt sobs wracking her body. She embraced him.
"I'm sorry, honey," he said, "damned sorry I would ever suggest you'd step out on me. I don't know what got into me!"
"The devil," she said.
"Maybe," he chuckled, "Maybe I should be exorcised!"
"Definitely," she smiled. "If ideas like that pop into your head."
Just then the phone rang.
"Shall we ignore it?" she smiled, hoping he would and that they could spend the day together.
"No-no I'd better not," George shrugged, "If it was the boss, honey-he'd kill me for not answering."
Picking up the phone, he began, "Yes, Ted-right. Of course I'll be right in-no trouble-that's alright, you can count on me."
"So our day is off?" Diane shrugged, "business, business, business."
"I'm sorry, honey-but we'll take a weekend vacation somewhere and live it up. Don't worry ... I've got to run now."
"What about breakfast?"
"What about it?" George chuckled, glancing at the eggs splattered on the floor.
Meantime, Brad was busily attending school, eagerly waiting for the big moment. That was when they picked the most beautiful girl in Carson High. The girls would parade across the stage and the audience would clap their approval of what they saw.
To make sure no one got the impression that the girls were picked solely on the physical attraction basis, each girl had prepared a little speech to give. And students would then vote for their favorite.
As the big moment arrived, Brad joined his buddy Jeff to watch the educational spectacle.
"Hey, did you know Gloria is entering the big contest?" Jeff asked Brad.
"Gloria?" he chuckled. "The high school whore?"
"Why not?" Jeff laughed, "and maybe she'll win. All the guys are going to hoot and holler when she comes on stage."
"Great idea," Brad smiled.
They entered the school auditorium where a rather slip-shod combo played. Sitting down in their regular seats, a teacher eyed them suspiciously.
"What's up?" Mrs. Perry smiled.
"What do you mean?" Brad asked innocently.
"When you and Jeff get together, you are usually up to something," she commented sarcastically. "Something no good!"
"Why that's no way to talk," Jeff said in mock seriousness, "Brad and I are models of good behavior."
Mrs. Perry smiled smugly at that cryptic comment. The band quit playing when the principal strode on stage.
"Well, students," he began, "This is a big day for all of us. One lucky girl is going to be selected Miss Haver High School. The lovely young ladies will parade across our stage, but we are not to pick them on the basis of beauty alone. No, we want them to give a small speech, to show they can use their minds, as well as their bodies in the big game of life."
That brought a hefty round of applause.
Then, Jeff called out, "Bring on the girls!"
"Enough of that," the principal said sternly amidst a storm of applause and laughter.
Mrs. Perry leaned over to Jeff, whispering, "One more crack like that and you are out."
"On my ass?" Jeff murmured.
Taking a deep breath, she tightened her lips. The annual Miss Haver High School Day was always a nightmare. What would happen next?
"And now, students, may we present the lovely young ladies of Haver High. First, Donna Parker. Her measurements are 37" 28", and..."
Before he could complete the measurements, there was a hefty round of applause for Donna who strode to center stage, winked, turned around in her tight white swim suit, and walked to the microphone.
"Honorable principal, and members of the faculty. It is with great pride I accept this opportunity to speak before you at this time. I don't think the world is coming to an end, not from the great expectations I have from living around such big minds as we have here. Today's youth is the best! We've gone to the moon, and we're heading for Mars-what next?"
Dramatically throwing her hands up in the air, she waited for the applause that was sure to follow when her breasts went on better display.
The principal introduced each girl, mentioning the spectacular measurements, and then listening with rapt attention to the words each girl had to say.
However, no one on the faculty was prepared for Gloria, a stunning brown-haired beauty, with enormous mammaries, who wore a skimpy bikini, with see-through holes at the side.
Gloria, half-wiggled, half-walked across the stage.
When she got to center stage, she turned around, wiggled her ass, tapping it playfully, "A new place to play," she giggled, and winking walked over to the mike.
The audience howled its approval of her outspoken sexual aside. But nobody was prepared for what followed.
"Principal," she began, "Would you come out here with me. What I have to say in my speech is just for you!
A bit nervously, the principal stepped over with the sexy brunette.
"Now, that you've had us all line up, so you could compare the size of our breasts, measure our hips and waists, I wonder if "you'd unzip your fly and take out your prick-so I could measure its length!"
The principal was dumbfounded. He didn't know whether to grab the girl or carry her off the stage or what. Seeing the embarrassment sweep over the principal's face brought gales of laughter from the students who flipped out.
Now the students were on their feet, giving Gloria a standing ovation. And Gloria was eating it up, bowing, and putting her arms out in triumph.
"The contest is over," the principal managed to shriek into the mike. "Go back to your classes immediately."
The auditorium had become bedlam now, as the students stamped, clapped and shrieked their approval. The combo returned, and played a fanfare.
"I want to see you in my office," the principal told Gloria angrily.
"Will I be safe?" she smiled.
"You damned well will be," he said, "I'll phone your mother, and she can take you home."
That event was the talk of the school day. The students were laughing and joking as they thought about what was happening. When Jeff and Brad were walking home together, Jeff asked Brad bluntly, "Had a good piece of ass lately?"
"Why do you ask?" Brad asked, with a wicked gleam in his eye.
"Well, it sure as hell isn't because I'm interested in yours," Jeff assured him, "But this super chick I'm going with digs double fucks!"
"Double fucks?" Brad asked curiously, "What in hell is that?"
"Haven't you heard?" he continued, "About women who want two men? One fucking up her ass-hole, and one driving it into her pussy. Some say it's the only way to fly!"
"Hmmmm, sounds interesting," Brad agreed, letting his imagination excite his tingling balls.
"You'd love one of them double-fucks," Jeff said, "This girl Peggy is an older woman-twenty eight-but she isn't too old to screw, and she digs young cock!"
"Well, I'm glad you asked me to join the party," Brad said, "Maybe I can return the favor some day. How about that?"
"This chick is a stewardess, and she makes money fucking with older men who dig her tail and want to ball. She says those dirty old men make her eat ass and everything!"
"She ever suck your ass?" Brad asked, wondering if he could get her to eat his ass out too.
"Sure thing," he replied. "Feels fantastic when that slippery old tongue slides up the tight ass-hole!"
"What else will this chick do?"
"She's a great ball sucker too," he said. "She licks them and then lets you stick them in her nice hot mouth."
"How about her cunt action? Is she tight?"
"Her pussy is perfect," Jeff assured him. "How do you think she gets $100 an hour from those guys who fly with her?"
"Wow!" Brad exclaimed, "What a way to make a living!"
"And she taught me all I know about ass-fucking," Jeff continued. "There's a real art to ass-fucking and most of the chicks here in Haver High won't let you drive your dick up their precious ass-holes."
Letting on he was a sophisticated man of experience, Brad beamed, "Oh, I've had ass fucks!"
"But did the chick tell you all the things you can do when you're fucking her ass-hole?"
"like what?"
"like using a vibrating dildo in her pussy so she's getting a two-way fuck."
"No-I'll confess I haven't tried that."
"And then there is another thing she used on me I really loved. A Susie Sucker."
"What in hell is a Susie Sucker?"
"A Susie Sucker is a rubber machine that slips tight over the head of the cock. When it is fastened, it grabs the cock and jerks off."
"You mean they've invented the automatic cock-sucking machine?"
"Right-on," he smiled, "That's what they've done!"
"Sounds super to me. I'd like to slip one of those automatic cocksucking machines on my prick and eat Peggy's pussy!"
"That's what I did," he laughed, "And it was a groovy scene having Peggy's bare ass straddling me while she pushed her gorgeous, juicy old box in my face."
"Got a long tongue?" Brad laughed.
"Long enough to please Peggy," he smiled, opening his mouth and wiggling his tongue in the air.
As Jeff wiggled his tongue in the air, Brad couldn't help but envy him. He'd enjoyed a fabulous $100 an hour girl, an experience he must have.
"When can I meet this femme fatale?"
"I got to set it up in advance," he explained, "Cause we play around between flights!"
"Did she ever tell you about having sex with guys on the plane?"
"Oh, she did that just once-some pilot she was blowing nearly crashed when he got carried away with her cocksuck. So she doesn't do that any more."
"I hope not," Brad gulped. "Remind me which flights she is on so I can miss them. I don't want to take chances!"
"I guarantee you, Brad, you'll be glad you took me up on this offer. It really wasn't my idea to share this sexy chick's cunt with nobody, but long as she's the type who wants two cocks at the same time-I've got to-if I care to continue balling her."
"You're motivated by your generosity," Brad laughed.
Brad was out of the dumps now. The exhilaration of the Miss Haver High beauty contest, and the pandemonium that cut loose there, combined with Jeffs offer to share a sexy stewardess had made his day.
He felt a sense of guilt disappear. He didn't actually like having sex with his mom he reasoned, it was just that he needed a wholesome sexual outlet, like any other normal, virile, growing boy. Mom's beautiful body got in the way one hot night, and he gave in. But-that still didn't change one horrifying and ugly fact, he reasoned-I'm a mother-fucker.
CHAPTER EIGHT
When he got home, his mother was waiting for him.
"Hi, honey," she began, trying her best to console him, as she felt confident he would be uptight about her having such a wild time with his father.
"Hi, Mom," he smiled good naturedly. Instantly, she could tell all hostility had vanished, and she wondered why.
She didn't have long to wonder, for he quickly told her, "I'm glad you and Dad are back at it."
She recoiled at the thought of having no more sex with her stud son. "What are you talking about?"
"Everything is solved, Mom," he explained. "My buddy Jeff at school has this stewardess who is teaching him all about sex!"
"How disgusting. Mechanical sex, that's all it is!"
"What do you mean, Mom?" he asked, not quite understanding what she was talking about.
"Simply this," she explained. "People who jump on each other with only lust to pull them together are mechanical fuckers. Oh, they may know every position in the sex books, but that doesn't make them any good at sex-it doesn't make them any good at all!"
It was at this point that she decided strategy was necessary. She didn't hesitate for a moment to employ her female cunning to trap her son into more sex. She must satisfy her strange carnal craving. Sitting in a chair, she threw her face in her hands and began sobbing sadly.
"Oh, son," she lamented, "You don't know what this cheap talk does to me. I've had such confidence in you, such love for you and to hear about this ugly invitation to carry on in twisted sex makes me want to vomit."
It bothered him to see his mother so upset, but he was both frustrated and confused now and didn't know what to do.
"Mom," he said quietly. "What's going to happen to us?"
"I-I don't know," she said, "But I can't bear to have you engage in sex with a cheap tramp who doesn't give a damn about you. I-I can't help it. I love you!"
Going over to her, and stroking her head to try to stop her weeping, he relented, "Alright, Mom-I won't fuck this stewardess."
The tears stopped, and glancing up through misty eyes, she exclaimed, "Oh, good, baby-tell you what-we can go to one of those fuck motels and watch some demonstrations on teevee. It would be a good education for you, and I'd let you make love to me. We feel something for each other, son, that's what makes love right instead of wrong!"
"Are you sure, Mom?" Brad asked, troubled by her line of reasoning and thinking secretly he was a mother-fucker no matter how she sliced the logic.
"Of course," she said huskily. "Love makes the world go round. Love gives light in darkness, and it was cords of love that pulled us to each other, the most natural love in the world mother for son!"
"But is sex love natural between mother and son?" Brad asked bluntly.
Realizing she had him if she could make him think there was nothing wrong in their having a sexual encounter together. Thinking fast, she said, "Son-let me put it this way. Because I love you, your body is radiant and beautiful, and every part of it should be loved-every part of it."
"Alright, Mom," he agreed, his imagination seized by the thought of her hot tongue, lashing with a fury up his ass-hole. He'd seen her do this to his father the night before. And more than that, his buddy Jeff had talked about the stewardess Peggy who'd plant her mouth over his ass, and let her tongue slide up there. He was ready for action.
Almost as if she was possessed, Diane got to her feet. "I'll think of something to keep your father off the trail. I can tell him I've got to buy some things for the girls' bridge club party, and we'll have dinner around eight. He won't mind. He can stop in a bar and have some drinks-he'll love that!"
She made the phone call, leaving the message with her husband's secretary. Going to her bedroom, she hastily dressed and then with heavy dark glasses she left the house with her son. They drove to the far side of town via the freeway, and she then drove along a boulevard lined with motels. The huge signs outside with their glaring neon ads for water beds, and adult color teevee, and mirrors told the story.
"This is going to be great," Brad enthused, as he saw just how many motels had gone into the business of providing sex rooms, complete with everything to make a simple fuck a most delightful experience.
"You'd better wait a block from the motel," she insisted. "I'll come back and tell you which room I'm in, and you can then join me. I'll get one so you won't have to walk by the manager."
"I hope so," Brad said quietly, "Dad would die if he knew the two of us were fucking-you know that!"
"Of course I do," she said nervously.
When she'd paid twenty five dollars for the room with the king-size water bed, adult movies on teevee, and mirrors, she turned to leave. The manager couldn't help commenting, "Lady, if you don't mind my saying so you should have to pay!"
Not quite knowing how to respond, Diane smiled, as she turned back to look at the lecherous motel manager who wasn't above letting his eyes soak her up.
Going to the corner, she found her son, and gave him the room number instructing him how to find the room without going by the watchful eye of the motel manager.
Moments later, mother and son were in the sex-equipped bedroom preparing to undress. As Brad looked at his Mom slipping out of her panties and bending over, he let his eyes trail down to observe the appealing crack in her behind, accompanied by the tantalizing wisp of pussy hair. When she was totally nude, she pulled some spray cologne from her purse, and pressed the white plastic button on top, releasing the delightful fragrance to coat her inner thighs.
"You doing that for me, Mom?"
"Who else, son?" she smiled.
It was obvious to him what had happened. She had managed to lure him back in bed, and for a moment he hesitated to pull down his shorts, and jump on top of her. He felt strange, he felt guilty, he felt tormented. If anyone ever saw them, it would prove terrible. He would be a mother-fucker!
"Why don't you slide your jock shorts off?" she smiled, coming over to him, reaching out and feeling for his bulging cock.
"I-I don't know," he said softly, his voice becoming husky with emotion as she let her hand slip back and forth on his dick.
Reaching inside his shorts, and pressing on his penis, she felt it become rigid.
"You like my cock, don't you, Mom?"
Diane didn't answer with words, but her head nodded, and her glistening eyes replied forcibly.
Pulling him by his penis over to the water-bed, she almost tripped, and suddenly she heard sounds coming into their room.
Dropping his cock like it was a hot firebrand, she turned to see blazing color pictures of a couple in the middle of the intercourse act flashed on their private teevee screen.
"Wow!" her son exclaimed. "Look at that flick, will you, Mom? Isn't that sensational?"
Brad got on the bed, and spread his legs for his mom, while he watched the couple going at it on the teevee screen.
His fascinated eyes didn't move from the screen where a naked man was in the middle of the bed on his knees. A long-haired, big breasted beauty had thrown her luscious legs around him, as he gripped her ass cheeks, and pumped it to her.
While his cock got still more rigid, his mom decided this was the ideal time to let her tongue lash around his ass-hole. As her hot tongue licked around his tight, quivering anal opening, her hand reached up to grip his cock and pump it unmercifully. As she pumped his penis, she licked his ass-hole. And while she jacked him off, and sucked his ass he continued watching the wild fuck action going on before him on the teevee screen.
Her hot, lashing tongue got him so excited, Brad's body was trembling.
"Oh, Mom-I love that sensation," he told her quite frankly, "Keep doing that for me will you! Way up the ass-hole. Oh, yes, now-now, that's how I like it. Keep eating my ass out! Don't stop now. I love that!"
The teevee screen let the man pumping his pecker into the girl whose legs were locked around him, go on driving his dick in and out of her until he shot his gun off.
"Wow!" he exclaimed, as the camera closed in for a close-up on the "mighty penis unloading in her tight pussy.
Next, the screen switched to reveal a naked couple lying out on the bed, as the man who was on his back, fucked the woman who was on top of him. It was a delightful shot, for you could see the woman's well-rounded ass cheeks going up and down, as the huge, swollen cock drove in and out of her pussy. The man's hands were all over her ass cheeks, pinching her, guiding her, as he rode into her tight channel.
"Suck ass," Brad begged, as all inhibitions disappeared. "Yes, suck ass-that's the way to do it-eat my ass out! Eat my ass, baby-eat it!"
With this open invitation to lash his tight ass-hole with her tongue, Diane gladly stabbed up his personal, intimate opening, and how he loved the invasion. It provided him with a scintillating sensation, the-likes of which he'd never known before.
"I-I can't stand it, oh, that's fantastic," he grunted, as she continued stabbing her hot, eager tongue up his ass-hole. As she continued plunging in and out with even paces, her hand developed an even rhythm on his penis. She pulled on it with vigor, and skill, just as she had learned to do for her husband. It delighted Diane to see how her son appreciated the same regular movements.
Another wild fuck scene flashed onto the teevee screen, and this excited, stimulated young Brad even more. The man was standing beside the bed, his penis driving into the woman's hot hole, while she threw her legs around his waist. His hot hands gripped her ass cheeks, and she rested her hands as she bent back on the bed. The man's mouth was over her breasts, and he was nibbling them with zest. , "Suck my ass out," he gasped. "Suck. Stab your tongue all the way up there! That's how I want it! Now, now you're doing it. Come on, Momeat ass-eat my ass out!"
His words became wild, as he begged her to give him the wild sex action he required. It was a blazing moment of truth for him, and in a blinding, passionate frenzy he pushed his ass back in a regular rhythm to meet her advancing tongue-stabs.
But tell-tale juice was starting to ooze from the small slit at the head of his penis-shaft. And, she realized she'd have to quickly slip her tongue out of her son's tight ass-hole, and slide it up the underside of his cock quickly, to cop the juice from his cock.
Sliding out, she lightly lashed the big, swelling balls, and then letting her tongue slip to the top of his penis, lashed it with relish. Finally, she glided down over the head of his swollen cock, just as the man on the teevee screen--finished shoving his cock into the woman's cunt for the final jab, and shot his gun off.
Now, he focused his gaze on his mom's mouth, which was sucking his cock in. He felt it, slip-slip-slipping down her velvety throat and new waves of erotic delight swept over him.
"Oh, Mom-this is too much," he gasped, "I love the way you let me shove my dick down your throat. Take it farther-if you can!"
Diane was determined to give her son so many super sensations that nobody, but nobody could surpass her love-making. She let him slip his prick so far down her throat, that breathing became very difficult and she thought she'd choke on his prick.
"Just like that!" he writhed in sexual delight, all the fantasies of his jack-offing springing to life in a most marvelous manner.
He pulled back just at the moment of climax so he could enjoy the sensation of being sucked in. With his penis head remaining in her mouth, as he pulled from her throat, he groaned, "I'm cumming! Oh, Mom-I'm shooting my wad!"
The passionate frenzy that she felt at this moment was almost more than she could stand, for his hot cream tasted delicious to her, and she greedily sucked him. His bitter-sweet pecker juice was an inspiring delicacy, setting her imaginaton on fire, as she thought about it being created in his bulging balls, and shot through his pulsating penis shaft, to be deposited freely in her mouth for her to suck and savor.
"I-I can't stand it," the young boy groaned in sexual ecstasy, as his legs locked around her shoulders and she devoured him happily.
When it reached the point where his penis tickled, he begged her to slip her mouth off his pecker-meat.
"That's enough," he laughed. "That's enough, Mom-you'll suck the damned thing off!"
Reluctantly releasing his penis, she looked up at him. "Alright, son," she smiled, "I wouldn't want to do that!"
Resting her head on his thigh, she looked at his one upraised leg, and gently slipped her hand under his ass cheek, cupping it.
There was no doubt in her mind about the fact she'd managed to demonstrate to her son how much she cared. More than that, she knew she combined passion with love. That was more than the slut stewardess would do.
Nevertheless, it bothered her to no end to think that he might be contemplating sex with anyone but herself and she vowed she'd turn him on again-make him go down on her cunt and give her the kind of action she required.
Raising her head, she looked up at Brad.
"Enjoy that, baby?" she asked earnestly.
"You know it, Mom," he smiled down at her. "Come up here! Let me kiss you-okay?"
This excited Diane for her son was asking her to move forward and she wasn't going to hesitate-not for a moment. Moving up, she brushed her bosoms over his chest, as she pressed her lips down on his.
Brad loved the feel of both her breasts and her lips crushing down over his face. It was an exciting moment for him and he made the very most of it.
He opened his mouth suggestively, and she took instant advantage of this fact.
Soon they were Frenching, their tongue pumping action, stimulating each other to new sexual heights.
"This is beautiful, son," Diane said softly. "Oh, baby, you have no idea how much your Mom loves you!"
"I-I'm afraid I do," he said knowingly.
CHAPTER NINE
"I guess if I look at it some ways," Brad admitted, trying to rationalize, "You are doing me a favor to teach me all about fucking!"
"That's the truth," Diane said, hastily reaching for something to justify her own conduct. "Son, if it weren't for me, you wouldn't understand so much about sex-the beauty of sex, I mean-two souls communicating-not just a couple of bare assed bodies merging."
"Mom," he said, "Can I eat your pussy?" Diane's face lit up.
"Son, I never thought you'd ask," she said quietly. "Of course, you can-gladly!"
Diane got up off the bed, turning off the fuck films. "We don't need this anymore for stimulation-we've got each other!"
Momentarily a frown creased Brad's forehead, to which his mother immediately responded, "Actually, dear, it's a distraction!"
"Yes," he agreed glumly, "I guess it is!"
Diane proceeded to her purse, where she pulled out a small yellow plastic honey container.
"Now, I'll just insert the magic container into my pussy, and get you ready for action!"
Puzzled, he asked, "What are you doing that for, Mom?"
"They don't call it the honey pot for nothing," she giggled, squeezing the sticky, golden substance into her vaginal opening. "You can suck the honey out of my cunt-how does that grab you?"
"By the balls," he said, "By the balls, Mom!"
The whole idea appealed to him and he could hardly wait for the moment of truth.
"What position do we get in, Mom?"
"My favorite pussy eating position," she maintained, "Is when I'm flat on my back, with my legs thrown up over your shoulders. I want you to play with my ass cheeks while you eat my juicy pussy. How does that grab you?"
"I'd love that," he said. "Your legs will lock me in place like a prisoner of love!"
Diane nodded, not letting on to her son that that was precisely what she felt she was-a prisoner of love. It didn't exactly make her happy thinking about it-but that was the truth of the matter, and she had to face facts.
The golden honey was dripping from her pussy as she strode over to the bed and lay down. Spreading her luscious legs, she looked up at her son-who could hardly wait.
"Come on, Mom," he asked eagerly, "Let's get cracking!"
Raising her legs, she waited for him to assist her into position. Immediately, Brad's arms reached out, his hands gripping her buttocks, as he brought her pussy even with his mouth.
"It's beautiful," he exclaimed. "Let me just look at it!"
To give him the very best view possible, Diane adjusted the nightstand lamp, as she stretched her arm out, so light would fall over her slit. As he looked at her pussy, his tongue became eager to lick and lash her love line.
"Go ahead, honey-don't be bashful."
"Alright, Mom."
Brad's head bowed low over his mom's cunt, his hands squeezed her ass cheeks, as his hot tongue swept along the line of her pussy.
"Eat me," she panted, as his hot tongue pumped along her gash. She became so excited she was trembling, as he invaded her sticky womanhood. Reaching forward, she guided her son's head over her cunt.
As the tongue pumped into her vagina, she felt herself starting to juice and this bothered her. She didn't want to respond quite this quickly to his loving tongue lashes. But he was leaving her little alternative, as the insistent, lapping tongue was driving her out of her mind with pleasure.
"Suck my pussy," she panted. "Eat me lover--eat me! Pussy juice and honey-delicious, baby, lap it up!"
He gladly let his tongue sweep along her velvety mound and she pushed forward. Now, he nibbled at her clit, and she gushed, coming in multiples, the pussy juice mingling with the honey to give him some super excitement.
"That's the way, keep biting me, babymama loves that!" Releasing his buttock hold, he rested her ass cheeks on his thighs. His hands reached out to grip the bosoms. Now, she was more excited than ever before.
"Suck my cunt, Brad, baby-suck mama's juicy pussy, and suck it good!"
No doubt about it, she had a way of demanding that somehow hypnotized her son to do her bidding. Diane was stopping at nothing now to keep her son fascinated with her body, and fascinated she was.
"Eat my juicy pussy," she panted. "Eat hearty, son-eat my spurting pussy!"
Burying his head in her crotch, he didn't stop licking or loving her. It was a fantastic moment for Brad, for he could feel his cock becoming hard. And he knew he'd have to get some more action-he could hardly wait.
But now he busied himself, pinching his mother's bosoms, and maintaining vigilance, with his hot tongue swipes inside her magnificent mound.
When she'd finished juicing, he pulled his sticky with honey and cum tongue out of her hot insistent hole, and looked into her eyes, and burst out laughing.
"What are you laughing at, luv?" Diane asked her son, confidentially wondering if he was cracking up.
"I was just thinking, Mom," he chuckled, "I've got a new tag they can apply to me."
"What are you talking about?" she asked her son curiously.
"I've graduated from mother-fucker to mother-sucker!"
"Oh, son," she groaned, "How revolting!"
"No, it isn't," Brad insisted, "It's honest! And I'm feeling great at last! At last, because I'm FREE!"
"I-I don't understand," she said, shaking her head.
With her buttocks still resting on her son's thighs, her pussy still dripping and close to his mouth, his hands still massaging her breasts, their red circle nipples erect with excitement, he explained, "I-I used to be afraid. I'm not afraid anymore. I'm free!"
"Well, I'm glad for that," she said, "I want you to feel free, but those foul names-please don't use them dear!"
"I'm not using them, Mom-I'm living them!"
For a moment, Diane turned her head shamefully away from her son's exhilarated gaze. Her eyes moistened as she realized that if he was a mother-fucker, she was a molester.
Reaching over, he brought her head back to the center of the pillow, but her eyes still looked away.
"You mustn't get sad, Mom-please!"
But Brad's words fell on deaf ears.
"The only way I can survive," Brad explained, "Is by telling you the truth, and not being afraid. I'm not afraid anymore! Not at all-why should I be?"
"Maybe you're right," she replied quietly, "Perhaps it is not as bad as I thought. But when you first said that dirty word 'mother-fucker', I got shook up."
"You can't let words shake you," Brad insisted, "You are my mother-and I'm your fucker. So, I guess it's true, I'm a mother-fucker, but so the hell what!"
Realizing it was the stereotype image of a mother-fucker in her mind that was getting her uptight, and not the knowledge that her son was giving her sex, she quickly discarded the meaning others had imputed to the word, and felt at ease, like her son.
"Honey," she smiled, "I-I don't understand you, but you do make sense. There's absolutely nothing wrong with us-with either of us, and why shouldn't we love each other?"
"I'm glad you see it my way," Brad grinned.
Inside, Diane was grinning too, for she'd wanted to bring Brad around to where he could see their relationship her way, the right way, she lied to herself-a relationship locked with love, and linked to the finer" types of sexual connections.
Brad got off the bed, and she caught sight of his huge cock as it flipped out in front of him.
"Sweetheart," she smiled, "I guess we've got to take care of that huge dick of yours!"
Grasping it, he smiled proudly, "It is a big one, isn't it, Mom?"
"It sure is son, and I've got something that will help us enjoy a wild ride.
Going to her purse, Diane removed something that puzzled Brad for a moment. It looked like somebody's cock, chopped off where it fitted onto their body.
"What you got there, Mom?"
"Haven't you ever seen one of these at school?" she laughed.
"No, I haven't," he admitted, "What are those straps for?"
"For you," she smiled, going toward him with the thick plastic penis, and the dangling black elastic straps.
"That's for a lez," he insisted. "No straight guy is ever going to use one of those damned things-what do I need one for. I've got balls, Mom."
Reaching down, he gripped his balls, and massaged them, with vigor and pride.
Nevertheless, Diane wanted to acquaint her son with the highways and byways of sexual pleasure, to keep him closer to her than any other woman could by giving him a variety of sexual pleasure that could not be surpassed by anyone.
And ever so smoothly, she explained what she expected.
"Brad," she purred, "I want one cock up my ass, and one up my pussy. Insomuch as you don't have two cocks..."
"I'd be a fucking freak if I did have, Mom," he complained.
"Let me finish," she insisted. "Insomuch as you don't have two cocks, then I have to substitute this plastic peter. But, it'll do just fine."
"Mom, have you lost your mind?" Brad demanded.
"No, son, I haven't, but I'm not going to let a little thing like you having only one dick subtract from my pleasure-if you don't mind."
Now, she was putting the rubber dildo straps, on her son's body. She wanted him to give her this double-fuck if it was the last thing he did. She was determined to enjoy him totally, and create within him such warped sexual cravings that she could always count on him to come back to her.
As Brad glanced in the mirror, to see her strapping on the huge dildo, and observed his own cock in comparison, he felt forced to comment, "I don't come off too bad compared to that plastic prick, do I Mom?"
"No, dear, you don't," she assured him proudly, as she reached down to finger his nuts.
Brad was more excited now than, he'd ever been. The moment of truth wasn't far off, and he would know what it was like to have two peckers, shoving up both hot holes.
Diane busied herself, opening a container of surgical jelly, and using it to lubricate her ass-hole for his cock's rigid invasion.
"I can hardly wait," he exclaimed. "Come on, Mom-let's get cracking!"
The sensational excitement was building in his balls, and a new-found sense of power surged through him at the thought of thrusting his prick into her from two angles.
Getting up on the bed, she threw her legs apart, spreading them conveniently, as she slipped a pillow under her behind.
"I'll help you, honey," she smiled affectionately. "You slide your real-live pecker up my ass-hole, and I'll direct the store bought prick up my pussy."
"Thanks, Mom," he told her, "I sure appreciate you introducing me to different ways of balling! It'll come in handy."
That did it. Was Brad thinking of using her valuable sex knowledge with other women? She had to find out.
Throwing her head back, and laughing, she asked-as if it didn't matter, "What do you mean-come in handy?"
"So you won't have to show me how next time," he quickly covered for himself.
"Save fucking time," she giggled, delighted that he planned to continue having sex with her.
There was no doubt in Brad's mind about what the score was now. He immediately recognized what the situation was and he was delighted to discover a new way to please his mom, as he felt his big cock sliding smoothly between her well-lubed ass cheeks. She was guiding his dildo dong to her hairy slit, and he could hardly wait.
"Come on, baby-let's ball," he smiled, as he shoved hard up her rectum, driving it with fierce force past the tight anal opening, and plunging it in and out like clock work.
"Play with my titties, sweetie," she asked her son, as he finally got his speed up, giving her a fuck she could never forget.
His hot hands grasped her bosoms, and played with them. And at the same time his slippery dick drove insistently in and out of her tight ass-hole.
"Fuck-come on, baby, fuck it, that's the way--keep fucking!" The pleasure he was experiencing now was increasing with every cock stab.
Her tight ass muscles gripped his thrusting cock, and she gave him a physical workout he couldn't forget.
"Oh, wow! Keep that up," he panted, "I like that! You don't know how good that feels. That's the way. Keep fucking! Now, now, you're doing it! Ohhh, ahhh, just like that! Fuck-fuck, fuck it off!"
She let her ass swing from side to side, as he rocked forward with hard jabs up her rectum. At the same time, she enjoyed the savage plunging of the plastic prick that raided her pussy.
Pinching her sensitive nipples, the blood rushed to them, and they became immediately erect. It was almost more than he could stand at this moment.
"Fuck me, Mom-fuck me," he pleaded. "Swing your tail! You know how. When I ride it to the right, you twist your sweet ass to the left. That's the way to do it!"
The fantastic sensations continued. The pleasure building to a wild crescendo.
"Fuck, fuck fast Mom-ohhh, wow! That's how! Now, your ass is on fire. Ohhh, do I like this new place to play!"
The pleasure he was deriving from this form of fucking was surprising even to him. He analyzed it, as he pumped his prick up her hot tight ass-hole.
The cunt didn't have the grip like her ass did. It was tougher to invade this area, but it was indeed much more sensational-the pleasures far more fantastic.
"Enjoying yourself, son?" she smiled proudly.
"Bet your sweet ass, I am," he replied, his jaw hanging slack, his lower lip quivering as he went on driving it up her tight, tremendous ass-hole.
Together they were finding new thrills, and Diane felt completely satisfied with the double-invasion; ass and cunt.
"You're, hurting me," she complained, as he pinched her nipples so hard the pain seared through her body.
"I-I'm sorry," he panted, brought back to reality by her pain. "I guess I got carried away!"
"I guess you did," she agreed.
At this point, the electrical thrills she felt surging through her body had her trembling with passionate pleasure.
"Oh, baby, fuck-fuck it-that's the way to do it-fuck, Mom-fuck me!"
At this point, he was raising his slick prick up her well lubed rectum to get his gun off in a hot explosion.
"Shoot it, son," she panted. "That's how I want it! Shoot that big old prick of yours-I want it all-every fucking inch! Shove it all the way up there! That's how you do it! Ohh, ahh, now--oh son, we'll make it together."
Her face became an erotic mask of intense pleasure, as she reflected her son's wild enthusiasm for giving her sex-such as she'd never known before.
"Now just keep your tail twisting at just that tempo, as I feed my dick up your ass-inch by inch!"
He was determined to keep jabbing it up there until he got his gun off, and with hot enthusiasm, he kept it drilling up her tight ass-hole until he was all the way up there.
"Wow!" he exclaimed, "We made it. I'm in all the way!"
"Beautiful!" she panted, in a sexual frenzy, "that's the way, son-ohhhh, you'll never know how much I love the feel of that huge prick of yours up there. Get your gun off, son!"
Driving it in up to the hilt, he felt his body tremble, as his penis-head exploded.
"I-I'm cumming," he groaned. "I-I'm shooting my wad!"
In a frenzy, he continued thrusting as the head of his penis poured its white sticky contents high up her rectum. At the same moment, Diane felt herself climaxing on the erotic delight her son had generated in her own body.
It was a moment of blinding erotic truth, such as she'd never known before, and suddenly she wondered if it could be real. It seemed too glorious to be true, for the steady stream of creamy cum, spurting from her son's cock's head had brought her to the brink of climax, and then-the gusher.
"I'm cumming too," she groaned happily, pinching her ass muscles around his pulsating pistol.
"Right on target, eh Mom?" he smiled, all inhibitions disappearing in the light of such erotic frenzy, such total delight.
He didn't pull his pecker out of her tight ass-hole, until he'd finished shooting his load. Slowly, he withdrew, and then she smiled at him.
"What are you thinking?" he asked her.
"I-I'm just thinking how super you are," she said. "Your father never could screw like you!"
"Is that the secret of my success?" he asked, as both the sticky dildo, and his cum-slick cock came out of her.
"Yes, son-that's the secret of your success, now, kiss me ... let me know it isn't just crude sex, but soul sex."
Letting his own dripping cock, and the still sticky dildo brush over her stomach, he moved forward, and bending over let his tongue lick teasingly along her lips.
Her eyes glazed with emotion, she looked at him.
"French me," she requested softly, her voice husky with desire.
Their hot tongues merged, and soon their lapping, jabbing tongues were duplicating the movements of the sexual organs when they rub, press, and jab against each other in erotic titillation. Her hands reached down to grip his firm round buttocks. She played with his ass cheeks, pressing her fingertips to his prostate gland as she continued loving him with emotion, and passion.
Her hand movements on his buttocks triggered his tongue action, and the more intensely she groped for his behind, the more eagerly his tongue swept into her mouth.
Finally, he felt her finger sliding up his ass-hole. At first he resented and resisted her finger slipping up his rectum, but once she'd managed to jab it farther inside, he enjoyed it.
His tongue pumped all around her mouth to the tempo of her finger gliding up his tight ass.
Pulling his tongue out of her mouth, she continued slipping her finger up his ass-hole. He said to her, "Mom ... you are doing your damndest to excite every part of my anatomy, aren't you?"
Diane smiled softly up at him, her eyes glazed with lust, "Yes, son. Am I succeeding!"
"You know it," he nodded.
CHAPTER TEN
Meantime, George was waiting at home for his wife and son. He could understand Diane being away as she'd told him she was going to be gone, but where was his son, Brad. This bothered him.
Finally, Brad came home first.
"Where you been, son?"
"My girlfriend invited me over to her place for dinner," he said, trying to hustle off to his room as quickly as possible so his father wouldn't quiz him about details.
"That's nice," his father replied. "I'm always glad when my boy makes out with the high school chicks. When they ask you over to dinner, that's a good sign."
"Yeah," Brad said, trying not to get trapped into supplying the girl's name.
Moments later, his wife came home.
"Hi, honey," he smiled, "I was going to take you and Brad out to dinner tonight, but Brad said he's already had his dinner at his girlfriend's place."
"Well, then," Diane enthused, "The two of us should go out."
"Just like old times," George smiled proudly, "You are so excited and happy-I love to see your eyes sparkle like they do."
"Are my eyes sparkling?" she smiled at him.
"Yes, look in the mirror, honey-you can see they are!" Diane was almost afraid to go look in the mirror, for she was certain she'd see her guilty face looking back at her.
"Go ahead, honey," he insisted.
Nervously, she stepped toward the mirror, deciding she'd mask any guilt that might surface with a radiant smile. She smiled alright, but strangely, the smile didn't look genuine. It was a forced smile, one that betrayed more than a little nervousness.
"You're right, I am happy-and it's all because you are back home where you belong," she grinned at her husband. But, later at dinner, George painfully revealed to her what his boss had to tell him.
"I'm going away tomorrow for a month to open up a district office in Cleveland. I wish you could join me for a month, but what would we do with Brad?"
Two thoughts impinged on her at this moment. One, the chance to be with Brad, the other the loneliness of being without a husband, having to shoulder all the responsibilities of home, and missing sex with George and enjoying him too.
"Well, honey, we've had these separations before-and they only bring us closer together when we get back together-right?"
"Right," he smiled, "And you know you can count on me to be faithful while I'm gone."
"Faithful in your fashion-right?"
"I'm only human," he half-apologized. "I have instincts old mama nature put in me, and I just do what comes naturally."
"Of course, baby," Diane told her husband, George, "I-I don't blame you if you get a little on the side, but keep it clean. I don't want you to come home to mama and get her all infected with some cheap little hussy's bad hygiene habits."
When they got back home that night, Diane wanted to beg off sex, but her husband wouldn't hear of it.
"Sweetheart," he smiled, "we ought to have a farewell fuck!"
"Alright," she smiled, slipping into her blue nylon nightgown.
"Take that damned thing off," he fumed, "Unless you want me to cut a hole in the middle of that nightie."
Diane slipped off the nightie, and stood before her horny husband stark naked, her ivory skin glistening, her magnificent mound ready and waiting.
"Why don't you get on your knees, darling, and worship at the shrine of my pussy?"
George freaked out when his wife suggested such a thing.
"Get your ass on the bed, and I'll ram it up your cunt, get off this ego-trip-I want a fuck, that's all!"
Shrugging that her sexy suggestion was met with cheap derision, she hustled to the bed, and spread for her husband. As he looked at her, he got more stimulated by the second.
"Honey, I'll brush my ass over your tits, and let you lick around my ass-hole, and suck my balls and lick my dick-then I'll slip it to you."
When he'd refused to drop before her, and eat her pussy, she was in no mood to lick ass.
"Should I?" she scowled. "You didn't eat my snatch!"
"Oh, I'm sorry," he apologized, "I just didn't like the idea of kneeling. Made me feel my woman was getting too liberated."
"Can't your ego stand it?"
"You bet my ego can stand it-I'll lick your cunt while you do me."
He swung around on the bed in a sweet sixty-nine position, and got ready for some action.
She was facing his cock and he was facing her pussy. He enjoyed the sight of her vagina, admiring her curly pussy hair, and could hardly wait for that moment when he could plunge his tongue inside her eager twat.
She gripped his penis, and pumped it while she licked his balls, and let her tongue slide down to his quivering ass-hole. Flipping her tongue around his tight anal opening, she was bringing him to a peak of sexual excitement.
"That's the way I like it," he panted. "Lick ass!"
Having such a volume of sex in such a short time almost made her feel like a whore. She was becoming accustomed to being down around the cock, the balls, the ass. More than that she was developing expertise in what she was going to do. It was far from easy, but she was determined she would do her best to make a wild time of it.
Her hot tongue plunged up his anal opening, and he loved it. George let his tongue slide along his wife's slit, and massaged, and played with her ass cheeks. She loved the sensations he was creating in this manner.
"That's the way I like it," he told her, "Sweetheart, suck my ass out. Way up there. Let your tongue slide! That's the way to do it. I like that!"
The hot tongue plunged up the tight anal opening, and the excitement built to a searing crescendo. At this point, he could hardly wait for her to lick his nuts, and lash the length of his pulsating penis with her tongue.
Diane displayed a willingness to please him, as she saw his cock quiver. A shiver ran up and down her spine for she was strangely discovering that it didn't matter whose genitals she was loving-she enjoyed it. Maybe it was that old whore instinct surfacing in her she thought. It bothered her, but she didn't want to think much about it. It was much too frustrating.
Now, she had a duty to perform. The duty of a wife to please her husband. Of course she knew she couldn't be called into court, and have charges brought against her she wouldn't eat her husband's ass out-and he was divorcing her. She knew the judge would throw all their asses out, if they tried to make such a ridiculous point.
She enjoyed watching George's tight ass-hole, wiggling as her slippery tongue slid in and out in a sex rhythm all its own. George, in the meantime was letting his tongue invade her tight anal opening, and lashing away with a vengeance.
"Eat ass," he panted. "Ohhh-ahh-Diane, luv-eat ass-suck-suck ass!"
The tremendous pleasure they felt at this point built until she knew she'd have to suck cock if she was going to be granted the delightful opportunity to devour his sperm-load. And this also bugged Diane. She was developing something for sperm. A lusty, wild desire that made her want her husband's cock juice in the worst way. She liked it when it was hot, she enjoyed its creamy goodness, and she could hardly wait until she had a chance to suck him all the way.
First however, she tended to the tantalizing task of licking his balls.
She let her tongue lick along his balls, every moment becoming more exciting than the last.
"Suck my bails," he begged, "I love it when your warm mouth holds them."
Inside her mouth, she let her tongue lightly lick them. It was an unusual sensation, one calculated to ignite his passion to the bursting point.
It didn't take long for her to slip his balls out of her mouth, and lash-lick up the underside of his dick, to the sensitive glans portion of the penis.
She let her mouth perform artfully now, as she lightly swept back and forth, with the pink tip of her tongue, all the time tugging, massaging, exciting his balls.
"Keep it up, lover-keep it up. That's the way you do it! I love that! Ohh, ahh-yes, baby, yes! Now, now you're doing it the right way!"
Suddenly, he thrust his rigid dick in her mouth and she clamped on tightly and sucked.
"Eat me," he begged. "Eat me! Now, now you're doing it-that's just how I like it! Eat my big old prick!"
It stimulated Diane to hear George talk to her like this. She was so excited as a matter-of-fact, she clamped on the head of his shaft, and sucked with vigor, eagerly awaiting the moment of juicy truth, when the hot substance would shoot into her eager mouth.
George realized this was his moment for loving, and that he should busy himself with sucking in her pussy, nibbling at her clit, and loving her with adoration.
As his penis surged down her throat, his tongue surged around her vagina, as a finger probed to find her puckered-up ass-hole, so he could slip his finger up there at the same time.
Finding it, his finger pleasurably slid up her tight ass-hole, and she enjoyed it immensely.
"That's the way I like it," he groaned. "Now-now, baby, now-suck my cock off!"
Diane's cocksucking skill was increasing with use, and she felt she should add her finger to the pleasure. The finger jabbed up there suddenly-and the pleasure built once more.
"That's the way," he blurted, "finger-fuck my ass-hole, while you suck my cock off."
She was giving him the stimulating pleasure he wanted and she determined he'd enjoy having sex with her.
He was enjoying it immensely, for both of them had discarded all inhibitions.
Her tongue swept over the crown of his cock, and she agitated the hairy balls, At this point, the pleasure was building to a soaring climax, and she wanted to taste the creamy sperm-load.
"Eat me! Eat my pecker-juice," he panted, as she sucked in earnest-and then it happened. His dick exploded in her mouth, and she gobbled his prick-juice with gusto.
Finishing, she slid off, and watching him crouching over her crotch, enjoying the sight of his bobbing head as he sucked her pussy.
"Keep eating me," she panted, "I--I want it, baby-I want it!" Juicing in a multiple-climax, he got his gusher.
All the time that he was finishing her, it was evident that he was enjoying it immensely.
But when he pulled his tongue out, she glanced down at his rigid dick, and realized he was ready for some more action.
"How would you like it if I tried my French Tickler on you tonight?"
"I'd enjoy that!" she smiled at him, wishing he'd become this inventive about sexual intercourse before she felt so starved she got strung up on their son.
Returning to the bed, he extended his penis, and began slipping the French tickler over the head of it. This was the moment she'd waited for, and she was eager to utilize every second of it, almost wishing she could end her torrid affair with her son.
He looked at her hungrily, as she spread her legs for him. Straddling her, he guided himself into her waiting slit. As she felt him slipping in, she got more and more excited.
"Fuck me," she begged, "fuck me good, baby!"
The huge, throbbing male member drove into her, and she felt herself becoming more and more excited.
"Now, baby, now-that's the way I like it-fuck!"
Diane threw her legs around her husband's waist, as he rode into her, French Tickler and all.
"Does it feel good, honey?" he asked eagerly. "You bet it does," she said. "All kinds of new sensations."
"Just call us the fucking thrill seekers," he chuckled, as he went on driving his dick into her.
She let her hands wander up and down his back as he pumped his pecker into her.
"I love you," she sighed, as she looked up at him, enjoying the fact he was enjoying himself so much.
"And I love you, baby," he told her, "like you wouldn't believe!"
His lips pressed on her lips, and again his tongue swept along hers.
"I-I'm really enjoying it," she admitted. "There's something about that tickler that is tremendous. I-I can't figure it out, but it is fantastic!"
Just then George began getting those point-of-no-return sensations, as his stabbing prick continued driving into her with such intensity, he knew he had to make it.
"I'm cumming, sweetheart," he panted, "I-I'm there!"
Creamy white cum flowed into her cunt, and she felt herself gushing too, at this erotic instant. Their psyches merged, their sexual organs exploding, their arms entwined lovingly around each other, like any other normal married couple who make it good in bed, with one slight exception.
The exception, being of course, one of the marriage partners was a molester, and worse, a molester of her own flesh and blood. She well knew that if George knew what she did for kicks, when he was gone, he'd kick her the hell out of his life for good. But now, with her sexual response so ecstatic, he would never know. Actually, she calculated, their sexual success might distract him from the reality of what she was doing.
When George did withdraw, he stood beside the bed happily slipping off the amazing French Tickler.
"I'm glad you enjoyed my little surprise tonight, honey," he told his wife. "You have no idea how happy it makes me to see you enjoying sex like this."
"Really, George," she smiled. "Haven't I always been a good piece of ass?"
"Frankly, when we were first married you were a lousy fucker."
"I was not! My pussy was tight, and I gave you a mighty fine piece of tail," she declared defensively.
"Oh, I'm not saying your cunt wasn't tight, sweetheart," he smiled at her. "But was I ever burned up that you didn't seem to enjoy screwing the first night."
"No virgin does the first time," she said proudly. "And I was a genuine, 24-karat virgin. Not every husband gets to open the package himself!"
"True, baby, true," he smiled. "But let me tell you something, I'd prefer a woman who'd had a few cocks up her cunt than some frigid female whose been brought up to think screwing is a sin, and all that Puritanical crap straight out of the Victorian age."
"To bad I wasn't a hustler, before I married you," she fumed, "I could have brought a good sum of money to our dowry, plus some pleasure -you had to teach me."
"How was I as a sex teacher?" he asked, tossing the tickler on the floor and lying beside his wife.
"Excellent," she smiled. "There wasn't a sex act known to man nor beast, you didn't want to try! Nicer
"Was I as bad as all that?" he asked proudly.
"Yes, luv-worse! The first time you asked me to go down on you, remember how I asked you for the vomit bag?"
"I sure do, honey," he told her. "I sure do!"
Wrapping his arms lovingly around his wife, he caressed her bosoms, and gently kissed her soft hair, as he fell into a deep, satisfied sleep.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
When her husband was gone, Diane felt a sense of relief, but she wasn't quite prepared for her son's suggestion.
"Mom-I'd like to bring Jeff and Peggy over here for a friendly little orgy if you don't mind!"
"An orgy?" she blurted, in shock, and bitter disgust. "How dare you suggest such a thing? What kind of a mother do you think I am?"
"That's what I'm trying to find out," he smiled at her.
"Well, I do have a few moral fibers left in me, and I positively will not let you have an orgy in our home. You've got one hell of a lot of nerve to even suggest such a sordid thing!"
Immediately, Jeff realized he'd mis-fired.
"I'm sorry, mom," he said. "I was only joking!"
Diane doubted that he was joking. All too well she recalled him mentioning a stewardess and his buddy who'd cut him in on the action. But, she felt compelled to go along with his comment, trusting her indignation would make him think twice about becoming involved in orgy action.
"If that's your idea of a joke, son," she said crisply, "you have a perverted sense of humor!"-
Smiling smugly, to cover his embarrassment, he said, "maybe I'm a bit twisted! Or just maybe I was wired wrong at the factory. If that's the case, you are to blame!"
She caught on to what he was suggesting, and she shrugged, took a deep breath, and walked into the living room.
"Have a good day," she said, glancing out the window at the tall shade trees covering the front lawn with protective shadow, as the sun's rays filtered through tree-tops.
When Jeff saw Brad at school that day, he asked him again. "Hey, buddy-when we getting together with Peggy?"
"Anytime," he said eagerly, wanting desperately to dispel the ugly thought of being a mother-fucker as quickly as he knew how.
"Alright, next Friday she'll be in town. She flies in Wednesday, but she needs a day or two to recover from jet-lag, as she calls it."
"Jet-lag?"
"Yeah," Jeff explained. "You know that happens to people who fly too much. They get caught up in this lag, and they've got to reeee-lax, unwind."
"Sure thing-I just wish I could suffer from jet-lag once," Brad laughed, "I never seem to go nowhere. But, my Dad-he goes everywhere."
It was becoming obvious to Jeff, Brad was wet behind the ears. Yet, there was something playful, something interesting about him and he figured he'd be a good sex partner.
That night when Brad went home, his mother deliberately made no mention of the orgy he'd brought up that morning. And she said not one word about sex, hoping he'd mention it. This could ease her conscience somewhat, for she could always say-he was the one who brought the whole thing up.
But, it didn't work that way. He went to his room to watch some teevee, and study. He came downstairs for a coke, and then went right back to his room for more study until he went to bed. This bugged her, as she was hoping now that her husband was gone that they could use all the time they had together to the very best advantage.
When he didn't come down again, she figured she might as well retire. Slipping into her filmy blue nylon nightie, she glanced in the mirror.
The reflection of her body, showing through the filmy material in all its splendor, made her feel even more tormented. For she hated to see such good equipment going to waste.
She finally decided she might just as well slip upstairs to his bedroom, and arouse him if she could. It was a fearful desire to want her own son. She recognized this fact, but no matter how repulsive she knew it would be to others-it was a desire she did feel. She felt compelled to lick his prick, to feel of his big balls, to enjoy him every way she knew how. And she determined she was going to-one way or the other.
Every step she took up the staircase was pain and pleasure. Pain when she wondered if he'd turn away, pleasure she calculated if he'd turn on with her.
Softly opening her door, she was greeted by the rather stark sight of her son pulling on his enormous penis with vigor and delight. When he saw her, he blurted, "Why don't you knock before you open doors?"
"Why, dear, you shouldn't jack-off," she said softly, hoping not to antagonize him too much.
"Why the hell not?" he complained. "Been doing it since I was eleven, and I'm still a strong, growing boy-so don't feed me that bull crap, it'll stunt my growth!"
"Oh, no," she said, moving closer to him so the outline of her body could be seen more distinctly in the soft rays of moonlight filtering through the curtains.
The moment he got a good view of her body, he got very much turned-on.
"Wow!" he exclaimed, "what a body you've got!"
Knowing she'd managed to turn him on, she sat on the edge of his bed, and smiled at him.
"Now, baby," she grinned, "let mama do that for you!"
Brad released his tight grip on his cock, and allowed his mother the pleasure she sought. Her hand held his penis tightly and she pumped with vigor, and keen enjoyment.
"Fuck me," she demanded, "ohh, yes, son-give me some wild sex! That's the way I like it! Fuck!"
As he pumped his penis with her hand, he became more and more stimulated, and she saw the crystal cum oozing out of the small slit, at the top of his cock.
Bending over, Diane let her tongue tantalize and tease the head of his cock.
"You really like my pecker, don't you?"
His mom didn't answer with words. Instead, she silently let her hot mouth move down over the length of his prick. As Brad felt his penis-head touching the back of her throat he became more and more stimulated.
"Keep that up," he begged. "Yes, that's how you do it! Don't stop! Suck my damned cock off!"
Diane accelerated the speed of her sucking, thrilling her young son as she did so. The penis stiffened, and she reached down to cup his huge balls in her hands. Manipulating his balls with her feverish fingertips excited him still more.
Now that she had him rigid, and ready, she felt she should add some more excitement to the act. She decided to get on top. She straddled him, when she pulled her mouth off his peter. With ease, she tore off her nylon nightie, and naked, mounted him.
As Brad felt his dick slipping into her hot slot, he reached up to grip her breasts and play with them. He enjoyed the erotic sensations generated when he massaged them, and she responded gladly.
"That's how I like it," he said. "Keep grabbing my pecker just like you're doing now. Mom! That's the way! Grab it! Milk my prick!"
Diane knew just how to grip his too tightly, and he enjoyed the vigorous movements she could put into the act.
"That, luv, is known as the snapping pussy," she panted as she pumped up and down on his rigid cock.
"It is a fabulous sensation," he smiled happily. "You sure are a great piece of ass!"
"At last I'm worth something," she bubbled, as she felt the sexual ecstasy sweeping through her hot body as her son demonstrated with every cock stab what a fantastic fucker he was.
But Brad was not going to waste his hand movements on just her bosoms. Reaching down he gripped her buttocks, and pressed tightly. She loved the hot, insistent feel of his hands as he stabbed away, his body starting to perspire.
"You've got a neat ass," he panted, continuing his wild cock stabs in her cunt.
"Thank you, luv," she smiled back at him.
As his hands massaged her ass cheeks, she contemplated the moment, she could get on all fours and let him drive his dick up her ass-hole. If that was what he wanted, she reasoned, he could have that too. Every orifice of her body was open to his pleasure. She had but one thought in mind-the thought of making him enjoy himself.
The sensations flooding that tight cunt of hers were unlike anything she'd ever felt in her life. Every bit of her mind was dedicated to producing the wildest fuck she could give him, and he felt the same passionate insistence in his cock toward her. He was determined to give her a fuck she wouldn't soon forget.
His swollen, thrusting prick was caught up in the tornado vortex of her hot, squeezing cunt.
It was becoming difficult for Brad not to respond. Every bit of self-control he could muster was employed now, so he held back. But it was difficult. For her hot, convulsing cunt was making his balls throb.
Diane was delighted when she sensed her son's resistance, for it was proof to her she was succeeding beyond her wildest dreams. Her son was her sex-slave, and this was where she wanted him-devoted and dedicated to her.
"Fuck me," she cried passionately, throwing her head from side to side as the waves of sexual ecstasy rolled over her entire being. "Ram it up there! Every inch lover! I want it!"
At last, with a roaring in his ears, and his heart pounding quickly, Brad's volcano erupted, sending the white hot juice high up her pussy.
"Ohh, ahhh, yes, baby, yes," she groaned in delight as she felt the juice flooding her box. This was more sensation than she ever dreamed she could obtain. And from her own son. Her heart raced in time to his, and she gushed.
Her juices further lubricated her cunt, and together they looked at each other, with love and desire flashing in their eyes. It was a touching moment for them both as their bodies melted, and merged.
Now, she was concluding their wild act, with gentle, little squeezings of her cunt, and the thrills ran up and down the length of his shaft like a pair of lips giving the most delicate of head. Ever so slowly, Diane increased the pressure of her tempo, determined to give his now soft cock something to get hard about. He loved the tempo, and the slippery pecker did indeed get caught in her magnificent milking machine.
Her educated vaginal muscles had succeeded in pumping his pecker back to joyful life.
"Let's roll over, Mom, so I can be on top this time," he smiled at her, "I'd love that!"
Together, they rolled over, their naked bodies getting into gear for another fuck-only this time Brad was on top. He let his knees press down beside her, as he aimed his cock from his firing position to penetrate her pussy still deeper. She threw her legs up, around his waist in a love lock.
"Does that ever feel good to me," he exclaimed. "Come on-and fuck me-fuck me real good!"
Her hands massaged the length of his back, and then she began massaging his ass cheeks, which he loved. Reaching down between his ass cheeks, she guided her finger up his tight anal channel.
"You're fucking my ass, Mom," he laughed.
"Feel good, son?" she smiled up at him.
"You know it," he grinned as his ass muscles tightened pleasurably around her jabbing finger. "Keep it up. I like it just like that!"
As her cunt muscles clasped his slippery, sliding cock, Brad had to admit it was a tight fight. Joyfully, he continued jabbing his cock into her.
"Fuck," he grunted. "Fuck-grab it! Milk me! Give me a good fuck, Mom."
In a way, Diane wished he wouldn't say Mom. That only caused the guilt to surface. If she could imagine he was somebody else's young stud, she could derive more pleasure from the act.
"Keep fucking," he begged her, "I like your finger up my ass-hole, and my dick in your cunt. Let's fuck at the same tempo. That would feel super!"
Diane tried her best to maintain the same tempo with her finger gliding up his tight anus as he was developing with his thrusting prick driving up her pussy.
"That's it, now we're in synch."
"In what?" Diane laughed, looking at her son, whose lower lip quivered, while his jaws hung slack, and his cock stabbed at an accelerating pace.
"We're synchronized fuckers," he said. "Thafs the way-you pick up my sex-beat, and together we give each other a fantastic balling."
Never in his young life had he experienced such a fantastic fuck. And to think it was his own mother's tight, exciting cunt that was producing such sensations in his peter.
She squeezed his cock so tightly in the pussy, that he felt his cock swelling up, getting ready to shoot.
While one finger slid up his hot ass-hole, Diane used her free hand to feel of his smooth, firm ass cheeks. She would grasp them, squeeze them, and stimulate him.
It must have taken a lot of practice to perfect the muscular control Mom has, he thought, as his cock responded to her educated cunt movements. He began pumping it to her now, for he couldn't stand it any longer. She was so tight he had to take short strokes, but as he rode deeper into her, she loosened, and he fucked with a fury.
She was heaving and shoving it up to him while he continued pumping his pecker into her with wild abandon. Her crazy cunt muscles were working on the cock all the time.
What a wild piece of ass she is, he thought to himself. Now, he felt like coming, but he didn't want to. He was on the cliff of orgasm, hanging there-hoping he could delay a split second more so he could enjoy her body to the ultimate.
"Fuck-fuck, fuck," she cried passionately, pulling her finger out of his ass-hole, and clutching his ass cheeks with both hands, squeezing them unmercifully as he stabbed away.
He was ready to come now, and he rammed his cock forward, driving it in as far as it would go.
"Oh, son, you don't know how it feels when you screw me like this. Your cock's on fire! Give it to me! I want it. Every fucking inch. Give me that cock, baby-give it to me. Now-now, baby, now!"
They joined in building to a shattering climax, their sweat-soaked bodies slapping against each other in a wild sex rhythm, such as they had never known.
He was driving to orgasm, and she loved his slippery, sliding dick stuck in her like this, thrusting, demanding her response.
"Give it to me-milk me! Now, now-ohhhh, you're a red hot mama," he gasped, as the sudden urge to explode overpowered him, and he got his gun off.
As the steady stream of white juices shot into her cunt, she climaxed too.
"I'm cumming, Brad, baby," she exclaimed, her eyes igniting in response to his own sexual frenzy. "We made it, baby-we were meant to fuck each other! This is too much!"
He pressed his full, sensuous lips on hers, and they merged in a soul kiss, suspended in a total sexual experience, unlike anything they'd ever known before.
When he pulled his tongue out of her mouth, she was smiling. "It's too much, honey-it's so wonderful that I could ever-experience anything like that-evcrV
"Was I really that good?"
Slapping his ass cheeks playfully, she replied, "You bet your fucking ass you were!"
"What are we going to do about Dad?" he asked seriously. "We can't just ignore him-what will we do?"
"That is a good question," she frowned, "but I don't have the answer!"
Young Brad pulled his dripping-with-cum cock out of her pussy, some of it dribbling down stickily on her ivory skin. She didn't brush it aside, she let it remain there, a reminder of their exciting sexual interlude.
CHAPTER TWELVE
It all seemed incredible to Diane how she'd fallen for her son, and the next day when she had an opportunity she phoned a girlfriend to ask her about her sex life. She knew that Joyce was quite a swinger, and she was eager to find out from her a few things about her sex life.
They met for lunch and Joyce wasted no time in telling her quite a few interesting facts about her personal sex life.
"Sweetheart," she smiled, "the sex revolution is a good thing for all of us. We are free at last. I used to feel a loyalty toward my husband Carl But when I found out what Carl was up to, changed my mind completely."
"What are you talking about?" Diane asked, sipping her drink slowly, as she listened to her girlfriend reveal her most devastating secrets.
"Carl was carrying on in a love-nest weekends with a cute little hustler who didn't mind breaking up our blissful marriage."
"I don't understand," Diane frowned, wondering if Joyce should' be telling her so many details of their intimate life.
"I don't know what got into Carl," she explained, "but a twenty year old girl turned him on. Imagine, middle-aged Carl trying to keep up with a cheap little swinger. She made him let his hair grow long, and he dressed in mod styles. I suspected something was off then. He was trying to act like a man in his twenties."
"Revolting," Diane replied, "I'll have another drink on that. If there is anything I find repulsive it's a man trying to act like a teenager in his forties."
"Well, I knew something was up-so I had a private eye put on his cheating tail," Joyce said angrily, "and I found out plenty. He was paying plenty to keep Little Miss Juicy Cunt in a plush apartment, equipped with nice clothes, while he was totally neglecting me."
"You mean he wasn't paying your bills while he was taking care of all hers?" Diane shook her head in disgust as she thought about it.
"No, I can't fault him there," Joyce admitted, "he was taking care of me financially, but neglecting me physically. I needed some sex-and I vowed I had my right to fuck-if he could get by with playing around with this cheap trick."
"What did you do?"
"Made a deal," she laughed, "I said-as long as he paid the bills, he could play."
"Pay and play," Diane laughed. "What do you mean?"
"That's what it was," she laughed, "He could play around as long as he paid your bills-and you are extravagant!"
"Yes, I am extravagant," she admitted. "But you see I had him where I wanted him. He didn't dare divorce me as that could wreck his job. So, for the sake of appearances, we're married, and I've found some good sex to take care of my needs!"
"A lover?"
"Lovers," she smiled. "If you can keep a secret I guess I can tell you about Raymond."
"Go ahead-I'm all ears."
"As long as you're not all mouth and won't blab my business everywhere I'll confide in you," Joyce agreed.
"My tongue is tied," she replied.
And then Joyce began revealing the intimate details of her sexual life. "It was right when I found out about my husband's love affair, and I was crushed. I knew I needed somebody to love-and I needed them badly."
"Who did you find?"
"The gardener Raymond," she replied. "He was a good-looking young kid, still in high school."
"What?" Diane exclaimed, "You mean you were robbing the cradle!"
She was gulping in her drink, almost choking as a rush of guilt flooded her being. She knew very well just how guilty she was. She wasn't only molesting a minor, but her own son which made it worse.
"Well," Joyce continued, lost in her own erotic memoir, "Raymond had such a fantastic body. He had his shirt off and was mowing my lawn when I first caught sight of him, and his rippling muscles grabbed me. I told him he could come in and take a shower if he wanted to."
"Pretty crafty, honey," Diane smiled at her girlfriend.
"Honey, when you're hungry for cock-as hungry as I was, my ego dragged through the mud with that horrible husband of mine, you'll resort to a lot of things to get your kicks you couldn't normally do."
"Guess that's true," Diane replied, adding, "how about another drink?"
When the waitress had supplied them both with fresh drinks, Joyce continued.
"Well, once in the shower I got a look at him, and honey was this kid well-hung. A pecker, when it was soft it was long. I knew he was aching to fuck me. I could see it in his eyes."
"But didn't you feel guilty-him being so young and all?"
"I should say not,'. ' Joyce replied, "I've read books about sexual development, and a man at sixteen is the hottest sexually he will ever be. Rather than have him impregnate some young chick, isn't it better he gets his kicks with an older woman-like myself-who knows how to care for herself, so she won't be with child f"
"Of course," Diane replied, eager to hear the erotic details of her love-tryst with a teenager.
"So, when I saw him-and he caught my eyes looking at him longingly-he invited me to join him in the shower."
"And naturally you did!"
"Naturally," she replied. "Why not? I figured I might just as well give him what he needed. We washed each other off, and he was so intimate about it all."
"How do you mean intimate?"
"He slipped the soap up my pussy," she giggled, "and invited me to slip soap up his ass. I did, and I got a big charge out of him with the soap between his ass cheeks. I found out why later."
"Why was he so meticulous about this shower-bath?" Diane asked, secretly knowing why.
"Because the younger generation believes in loving every part of the human anatomy-like we'd never thought of doing when we were making love with our spouses," Joyce laughed, "and it was tremendous, honey, just tremendous!"
"I'm dying to know more," she insisted.
"We got on the bed, and the first thing he wanted was to sixty-nine. But, he added something. He didn't want just a simple cocksuck-not him. He wanted an ass-suck, his balls loved as well. He actually taught me more about sex than that horrible husband of mine ever taught me.
"And did he eat your pussy?" Diane smiled.
"Honey, he ate everything!"
"Good for you, baby. You showed that philandering husband of yours what it is all about, and I don't blame you. You needed some loving-and you got it!"
"You bet I did," she continued. "That young lover taught me how to appreciate my body. He had a talented tongue I'll tell you that. He knew just how to explore every crack, every crevice of my body, and bring me the most wonderful sexual pleasure you could imagine. While his hot tongue slipped up my pussy, he had a fantastic way of letting his finger slip up my ass-hole. It was truly something remarkable, and I can never quit thanking him."
"Did he try any other unusual sex acts?"
"Yes," she admitted frankly. "He loved my ass! He told me it was a new place to play, and for me it was. My husband had always done it in the traditional face to face style, and never once suggested slipping it up my .ass-hole. Anyway, it was a novel and wonderful experience for me. He got me down on the floor one afternoon, and had me crawling on all fours, watching in the mirror while he slapped my ass-cheeks with his thick leather belt. When he got my ass nice and red, he got on the floor with me and stabbed it up my ass-hole. It was a tremendous sensation!"
Diane listened with rapt interest as her girlfriend went on about the glories of getting fucked up the ass-hole by the gardener.
"While his big old prick was stabbing my ass, honey," Joyce smiled, the very thought of it stimulating her imagination, "his hot hands were all over my bosoms, pinching them and playing with them as he became more and more excited over his cock stabs up my ass-hole."
"Go on..."
"Well, he used his fantastic fingers to plunge up my pussy," she smiled, "and it created sensations in my body like I'd never known before. He pinched mv clit, squeezing it until I was almost juicing. Then, he commanded my attention to the mirror, telling me that half the fun of fucking at this angle was to watch in the mirror and see it stabbing into me."
"And did you find the reflection adding much to your pleasure?" Diane asked her frankly.
"Enormously, dear," Joyce smiled smugly, "as a matter-of-fact, it helped me give him a better ass-fuck. I bent over farther when I saw him experiencing some difficulty getting his cock in as far as it would go. Then, it was a sight for sore eyes. My upturned ass accepting his slippery prick. He'd pull it way out, and plunge it way back. Seeing it driving in to the hilt, his balls bouncing on my ass added so much pleasure to the off-beat act."
"Did you come first or did he?"
"He did," Joyce admitted, "and his whole body shuddered and trembled when he unloaded.
"It must have given you a great deal of satisfaction to know you'd succeeded in giving a young stud such a fantastic time!"
"It did," Joyce nodded, "made me feel like a woman again."
"What about you and your husband?" Diane enquired. "Do you still have sex?"
"I'm afraid not," she shook her head. "It's a marriage of convenience. He needs the stability our continuing marriage will give his job. And I'm paid to keep up the front."
"That's awful."
"What else can you do at the end of an affair? I'm glad I've found young men, Diane. They can satisfy you much better than the older men. I like a man who gets his gun off like Raymond. I call him a repeater-peter."
"Doesn't Raymond have a girlfriend?"
"No, I'm his woman," she said. "He doesn't want to get married. He says that's the problem with this goofed-up world of ours. Too many fuckers who figured the only way they can get their rocks off is via the marriage trip, with kids and all the pollution and shortages more humans create. He feels he's an uplifting influence on society, cause he can fuck and forget."
"But that means he'll forget you, Joyce. That means there is nothing permanent in your relationship. Doesn't that bug you."
"Should it?"
"I would think so," she replied frankly.
"Not anymore. It might have once. But Raymond shares me with some of the other men on his gardening crew now and then, and it's just fine with me. We're like one big happy family."
Shaking her head in amazement, she said, "Communal living-is that what you want?"
"Hell no," Joyce said, "I wouldn't want to live with a group or anything like that. But I don't dig being confined to one bed, one man, one cock-no, no, that's not for me. I've gone beyond solo fucking."
"And apparently this is what you like?"
"I'll confess at first when Raymond suggested bringing Marvin over I rebelled. It seemed awful. Marvin was his buddy who worked the gardening circuit with him. But once I met the friend, and became acquainted with him, I found I was enjoying sex with him just as much as Raymond. Actually it was sensational, to lie on my back and suck on Marvin's big prick, while Raymond was eating my pussy. There were so many variations of the sex act the three of us could get into, it was fantastic!"
"Sounds delicious-maybe you should include me in one of your get togethers, I'd love it."
"I don't know if it would be a good idea or not. You see George is probably faithful to you, and might try to kill you if he ever figured you were involved in something sticky like this."
"George is true to George," she said. "I've never caught him, but I'm sure he carries on when I'm not available. Of course this bothers me, as I feel cheated. His boss Ted puts him on the road a lot and I figure he hires those call girls to come up to his hotel or motel room and take care of him."
"But you don't know for sure," Joyce shrugged, "that makes it dangerous. If you knew and you could work out an arrangement like I have with my husband, you could do it. But, you have your son Brad too. And you couldn't have sex in your house or he'd catch on, and that would be terrible."
"You've got a point there," she admitted. "But I do envy you two men. I'd even like three. One for each hole. I could suck one's cock, while another slammed it up my pussy, and the third raided my ass-hole. I guess that old whore instinct is rearing its ugly head in me too-just listening to you."
"That instinct can prove dangerous," Joyce admitted sadly. "Sometimes I want to pass the pussy around-too far. A couple of times I've been rebuffed. But only twice. Usually men are as loyal as their opportunities to fuck allow them to be. But now and then, you'll run up against a man who says he is going to remain faithful, and that is that!"
"I'd hate to put George to your test."
"What are you talking about?"
For a moment she didn't answer, but a series of thoughts were swirling through her mind. If she could get George to prove his infidelity, she could divorce him, naming Joyce as correspondent. It would have to be done in a cagey manner, but it was admittedly usury of the worst sort. But, she felt so intense about getting her son exclusively for herself, she decided she would hatch her brazen plot, using her girlfriend's promiscuous nature, and obvious ego as her methods to obtain free reign with her son's handsome body.
"What have you got in that wicked little mind of yours?" Joyce insisted on knowing as she watched her glowing eyes light up.
"Plenty," she smiled. "How would you like me to join you, Raymond, Marvin and some of your other little bedtime playmates for sex?"
"I'd love it!" she smiled, enthused, thinking how she might widen the circle of her men friends if she brought such pussy-bait to bed along with them.
"Just get George to go to bed with you and then I'll have something on him. He'll have to let me play too."
"I-I couldn't do that."
"Yes, you could-you know damned well you could," her girlfriend insisted.
"Honey, I see what you want," Joyce finally said. "You want your passport to sexual freedom like I have. And your idea is to use my well-traveled pussy to accomplish your ends?"
"You hit it, baby," Diane nodded, "and our parties would be a real blast!"
All the time Joyce contemplated her suggestion, Diane was thinking of divorce, and free passports to sex with her son. If she could bring this off, she'd have Brad by the balls! And that was the way she wanted him-of course, including his super cock.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
At school, Jeff was eager to explain to Brad his plans to have sex with a stewardess.
"Boggy is all set," he said, "she is dying to meet you!"
"Well, don't think I'm not anxious to meet her. Bet she is a beautiful gal from all you tell me."
"Now, this Friday night we'll meet at her place-don't be surprised at anything Peggy suggests as she's quite a wild woman."
When Brad begged off dinner with his mother on Friday night, she suspected he was up to no good.
"What are you up to?" she demanded. "I suppose you've got some wild sex plans because you are plenty mom about everything."
"What if I do?" Brad demanded angrily. "You can't put a padlock on my pecker so don't try."
Seeing what a battle she was going to have to keep him faithful to her, Diane decided it might be better to pretend she didn't care who he fucked around with.
"My only concern, dear," she said quietly, "is that you don't get one of those dreadful diseases."
Her voice trailed off dramatically so that it was obvious to him she was trying to make him fearful of his next sexual encounter.
"Look, Mom, I'm not worried. This gal isn't going to be any bother at all. So, if you'll just get off my back and let me enjoy myself-I'll be thankful-buzz off!"
That was almost more than Diane could stand. She didn't quite know how to respond.
Exercising all the control she knew how she decided she would have to bide her time. Now, she must make plans for her girlfriend to put the make on her husband. Then, she could divorce him, and have young Brad's body all to herself. She was so silent that Brad wondered if she was cracking up.
"Why don't you say something?" he stammered as he looked at her puzzled.
"What's there to say?" she said quietly. "Have a good time-and keep it clean!"
He left and wondered if he was doing the right thing. This was precisely what his mother wanted him to wonder. She wanted him to feel unsure of himself.
When he got to the address that Jeff had given him, he realized the young stewardess Peggy lived in a very glamorous place.
He knocked on the door, and she greeted him in a very friendly manner.
"Peggy." he smiled when he greeted her, as she stood there in her birthday suit, "what a way to greet people at your front door! You are too much!"
"Am I?" she smiled, as she turned, and walked naked across the room to her small bar. Then, Brad spied Jeff sitting in an arm chair, one naked leg dangling over the arm of the chair.
"My, but you look comfortable," he laughed and then his buddy Jeff insisted, "out of your clothes! This is an orgy! And the first stage is to..."
"To get stoned," Peggy smiled, handing him a drink. Brad took it, and gulped, knowing he needed to be bombed out of his mind to feel this bold-and bare.
The drink did help relax him, and when Peggy came over and unzipped his fly, and pulled out his penis he didn't complain.
"That's not fair," Jeff said. "He's got to undress just like us to join the party."
Finally, he did take off all of his clothes. He felt more like a member of the team when he was stripped.
As he stood there naked, Peggy was examining him and he was examining her.
His eyes swept from her well-endowed bosoms, down to her fur-trimmed triangle. Next, she told him, "turn around-let me look at all of you honey."
Still feeling a bit embarrassed, Jeff did turn around. She couldn't help but admire him.
His broad shoulders, rippling muscles, trim waist, and strong legs intrigued her.
"Will you two quit mooning over each other, and pay some attention to me!" Jeff demanded angrily, "I'm here too-and don't you forget it."
Putting his drink down on the floor he came over and stood beside his buddy Brad. His cock was standing up to attention, and he could tell she was fascinated having two cocks instead of one for her evening's entertainment.
Peggy's brown eyes flashed, and her radiant smile indicated just how happy and excited she was. Reaching out, she gripped both men's cocks in her hands, and squeezed hard.
"Oh, these feel so good," she declared, "this is almost too much!"
She tugged them by their cocks into her bedroom, and together they got on the big king-sized bed. The mirrors behind the bed gave an excellent erotic view of their naked bodies.
"Brad, have you ever been involved in a sexy orgy before?" she smiled.
"Can't say I have," Brad admitted, "but it isn't because I don't want to be. I'd love to play sex games."
As she stroked both young men's cocks, with restrained vigor, she tried to determine just how far she could go with him.
"Are you real inhibited or are you willing to try everything once?"
For a moment, Brad hesitated, and then his curiosity and sexual desire got the best of him.
"I'm game to try anything-at least once! How can a guy tell if he digs one way of screwing unless he tries it-at least once. Right?"
"You are so right," she replied, a broad smile forming on her face, as she dropped their cocks and got off the bed. She went to the bureau drawer, and pulling it out, got out a dildo, with its straps. Vividly he recalled another dildo, and he wondered just what she planned to use it for.
When she began strapping it on herself, Brad became even more puzzled, and perplexed by his plans.
"Baby," he smiled, "what on earth are you doing?"
"Getting set to give you a fucking you won't soon forget," Peggy smiled at him.
She opened a jar of vaseline and began getting the dildo lubricated for her erotic trip she planned to take up Brad's tender ass-hole.
Completing her lube job, she strode back to the bed, and said softly, "Just lie on your back baby-and ease your ass up on these pillows, if you please."
He could hardly believe what was happening, for she was sliding a pillow under his ass. He was delighted in one respect, but terrified over the prospect of her plunging that enormous dildo up his ass-hole.
Straddling him now, Peggy's knees pressed down into the bed as she surged forward, letting the slippery dildo slide between his ass-cheeks.
To distract him, she gripped his penis at the same time and began stroking it up and down to please him.
"Feels good-your hand, that is," he smiled, "but how far do you plan to go with that plastic pecker?"
"All the way up your sweet ass-hole," Peggy smiled as she gave one hard shove, never changing her expression.
"Ohhh-ahhh-you're hurting me," he said, as he felt the sliding dildo invading his tight ass-hole, a region he was sure should never be treated to the punishment she was giving it now.
As Peggy pulled on his penis, he could see what she planned to do next. Her mouth was coming closer, ever closer to his cock. Soon, she'd be slipping her mouth over his penis, and this was what he wanted.
"That's the way to do it, baby," he panted, "come on-suck, suck that cock!"
She let her lips slip over the head of the shaft and soon she was giving him a vigorous suck.
In the meantime, Jeff's swollen cock was seeing an opportunity it couldn't resist. Jeff wanted to plunge his pecker up Peggy's ass-hole.
He seized the jar of vaseline, and hastily slid a finger in to get plenty of the sticky stuff on his dick. When it was coated with enough lubrication, he mounted Peggy who was giving his buddy the time of his life.
Grasping her ass cheeks gently, he eased himself between them, his slippery cock sliding in smoothly. As he felt it reach the tight anal ring, he noticed it was slowing down and having difficulty.
Jeff overcame this momentary problem, by ramming his cock forward with a mighty lunge. The penis plunged up her hot, tight ass-hole, sending erotic shivers of delight racing up and down his tingling spine.
Brad observed what Jeff was doing now. The reflection of the three of them in the mirror gave him an excellent opportunity to see the action continuing.
"Fuck! Fuck off!" Jeff grunted, as he rammed into her. "That's how it's done. Yes, baby, yes-fuck-fuck it good!"
The hot pleasure that they were enjoying now was almost more than Brad could stand. He felt his balls swelling as she sucked on his prick, and he watched her. He liked to see Peggy's cheeks suck in as she went to town on his prick. He enjoyed seeing her tongue-tip tickle the head of his cock. And he loved the feel of her lips tightening around his penis-head.
"Suck me-suck my prick," he panted. "Come on, baby-suck me-suck me goodV
To Brad's total surprise, the ass-hole was proving to be a place for pleasure. He loved the delightful sensations of the slippery plastic cock sliding in and out of his tight anal channel. When this super sensation, combined with the top-rate head job Peggy was giving him, he knew he was getting a superb fuck.
To know his buddy Jeff was watching ceased to be embarrassing at all. If anything, he was soon discovering, it was an added pleasure to make it a team-effort, just like a sports team working to pull off a winner-only they were a fucking team, working to build to a fabulous orgasm.
Jeff was obtaining a similar satisfaction, enjoying every moment of their sexual encounter.
"Wiggle your ass for me, Peggy," he panted as his cock stabbed her hot ass-hole.
Not taking Brad's dick out of her mouth, she went on sucking. But she proved she was listening to Jeffs request, when she began gyrating her ass in time to his cockstabs.
"I'm almost there," Jeff groaned. "Ohhh, now-keep that tail moving. I'm almost there! That's it. Keep twisting, baby, keep twisting your sweet ass for me!"
She kept her tail twisting, and then he shot his load off in her.
"I-I made it," he gasped, "I got my gun off, Peggy! Keep your ass twisting!"
The fabulous fuck was over. And they had brought themselves to another climax a moment later when Brad felt his pistol shooting into Peggy's eager, sucking mouth.
Peggy thrilled to the taste of his creamy cum, sucking it gladly, and swallowing.
"Eat my dick," he gasped, "eat me-suck the juice out of my balls!"
Watching her eagerly, both boys enjoyed seeing her gulping down the steady stream of shooting cum.
Finishing, Peggy pulled her mouth off his cock, and slowly slipped the dildo out of his ass-hole.
"I want to eat your pussy, Peggy," Brad demanded, anxious to get his tongue in her twat.
"I want two tongues," she smiled, at Jeff. "One up my ass, one wiggling around in my pussy! How about that?"
"I'll eat your ass out," Jeff volunteered. "Let's use that honey you ooze up your snatch-make it taste real good."
Peggy was prepared for all kinds of sex. She didn't take long to get the honey container, and slide it smoothly first up her ass-hole, and squeeze, and then up her cunt.
She got on the bed, lying on her side, and raising one leg. Both boys crouched at her crotch; Brad at her cunt, and Jeff at her ass.
"If we had a third fucker," she giggled, "he could be feeding me some more dick!"
"You can't get enough, can you Peggy?" Jeff chuckled, as he let his tongue slip around her tight ass-hole.
"I dig sex," she admitted, "maybe I'm a bit oversexed! I've always wondered about that."
"Wonder no more," Jeff laughed, "you are oversexed, and am I ever glad!"
Now the three of them were going to town.
Brad, slipping his tongue in her twat, Jeff, sliding his tongue up her ass-hole, and Peggy clutching at the sheets in her sexual ecstasy.
It was a frantic kind of pleasure they were experiencing as she shouted, "Eat my pussy-suck my ass-hole! Keep it up! Don't stop now! Nibble on my love button, lover. That's the way I want it. Keep it up!"
The excitement they felt now was building, as Jeff caressed her lovely buttocks, while he sucked her ass-hole.
Meantime, Brad was reaching up to play with her bosoms, while he pressed his mouth tightly to her pussy and sucked.
Peggy became so intensely excited that she was clutching at the sheets, wadding them up in her hands. The intense pleasure she always felt when two men were eating at her sex organs returned. It was a carnal craving she'd experienced ever since she was a little girl.
"Eat my cunt:-eat my honey pot! Suck that juicy pussy! Suck all the heaven out!"
Peggy watched both boys. It was a bit difficult to turn to watch Jeff caressing her ass cheeks, but she did turn to see him enjoying himself. At the same time she got a big charge out of watching Brad sucking on her twat. Brad had quite a talented tongue and Peggy could tell he was experienced in this kind of French love-making. . "Nibble my love button," she panted excitedly. "That's how you do it, lover-nibble me there!"
Finally, she felt herself coming.
"Hang in there, honey," she panted as he finished licking her pussy. "Love me-keep loving me! That's how I want it!"
It was a sensational climax, and she pushed her pussy forward, while Jeff squeezed, and kneaded her ass cheeks, adding to the pleasure of her multiple orgasms.
When Brad finally, pulling his tongue out, kissed her pussy affectionately, Peggy reached down there and whispered, "I love you so much, baby-so much!"
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
"Now," Peggy smiled, "we ought to have some more entertainment but after refreshments. Got to fuel you fuckers up so you can screw me some more."
Peggy, naked, got off the bed and strode out into the kitchen with her two young naked studs behind her.
"What you going to fix, Peggy?" Brad asked eagerly.
"I think we should serve steaks," she smiled. "Steaks give strength."
Putting three steaks in the broiler, she began fixing something in her blender.
"What's that you're fixing?" Jeff asked curiously.
"Super fuckers drink," she acknowledged as she poured out three glassfuls of her special potion.
"Are you sure it's safe?" Brad smiled up at her.
"Certainly," she replied. The three of them gulped down their drinks, and then she served the steaks when they were done, along with a small green salad.
It was an interesting sight to see three naked people at a table. Peggy sat in the middle so both boys could enjoy her body.
Brad couldn't keep his hands off her. He reached under the table-, and let his hand pat her pussy.
"My, but don't you look nice," he smiled at Peggy. She was pleased to be the object of attention from both of them. When they finished their meal, they went into the living room, Peggy lit her gas fireplace, turning out all the lights. Spreading a colorful beach towel in front of the fireplace, she lay down between them and they began sucking on her bosoms like babies.
Brad pulled off her erect red nipple finally, and flashed a question her direction she didn't know how to answer.
"Peggy," he asked, "when did you first start fucking?"
When she didn't reply, Jeff became curious and lifted his mouth off her nipple.
"This should be interesting, Peggy," he grinned. "The person that broke you in must have been fantastic!"
"I'd rather not talk about it," she finally said solemnly, a strange look surfacing in her eyes.
"Why not?" Brad insisted, determined to find out everything he could about Peggy's past.
"If you must know," she finally relented, "I was an orphan and I've had a dreadful, ugly, hideous past."
As Peggy revealed what she'd been through both boys wondered if they'd needlessly opened up a can of worms.
"You've heard about kids left on doorsteps haven't you?" she began, both boys nodding, "well, my case was worse. I was left to starve by my own sweet, hustling mother!"
"Go on," Jeff told her when she momentarily paused in unraveling her background.
"Well, the neighbor lady took me in and fed me and brought me back to life-but she couldn't keep me!"
"Why not?"
"Her drunken husband wouldn't allow it. He had to have more money for his booze! And so, I was quickly hustled off to an orphanage-a lovely place to grow up."
Peggy spoke with such rancor as she recalled her terrifying background that it was more than a little difficult for her to go on.
"Well," she said sadly, "it wasn't exactly heaven-I can tell you that. Then I found out there were worse things than orphanages."
"What?" Brad asked, his eyes focusing on hers now.
"Foster homes," she said, "I mean I went through a dozen hells in those dreadful foster homes. You wouldn't believe what they put me through. But the worst place was when "Big Louie" forced me to go down on him in the basement. They called him "Big Louie" because he was 6'2", and he frightened me when I first met him. He was cold and mean. Well, when his wife got sick and was in the hospital Louie vowed he was going to fuck me. It was terrifying and terrible-let me tell you that for damned sure."
Momentarily, Peggy's lips tightened as the boys waited with bated breath to hear the rest of her story. The flickering firelight cast fascinating shadows over her nude body. But no amount of glamorous light and shadow on her body could distract them now. They had to know what "Big Louie" did to their doll, pretty Peggy, the sexy stewardess, who would do everything.
"You really want to know?" she asked, looking at both of them with misting eyes.
"Sure," they chorused, and then Peggy gladly continued, for every time she told it, she seemed to relieve herself of the dreadful past that persisted in haunting her.
Now, she spoke with hate-all the burning hate and contempt she felt for Louie and what he made her do to him.
"There was a discarded old mattress down there in the basement, and he made me lie down on it with him. Then he forced me to unzip his fly, and pull out his thick prick. It was the most terrifying cock you could ever imagine. So huge, and when he told me to stick out my tongue and lick it quick like a bunny, I did everything I could to get away from him."
"But he grabbed you back?" Brad asked.
"He grabbed me alright, by the neck and pressed there till it hurt like the devil. And then he made me lick the length of his cock. I don't think anything was ever so revolting and disgusting as being forced to suck "Big Louie's" cock off. He made me fasten my lips on his penis-shaft, and hang on for dear life. Next, he rammed with such fierce force, letting his cock slip down my throat and all, I thought I'd choke on the damned thing."
"But you didn't," Jeff smiled, "and you've been giving fantastic head ever since, right?"
"That first time it is a wonder I survived. When he erupted inside my mouth I sucked for air, and got cum. Gobs of the thick milky stuff spurting down my throat."
"And then he loved you forever after, and the two of you walked away in the sunset just like the Hollywood movies at fade-out time when "the end" flashes across the screen."
"Hardly, honey," she said, taking a deep breath, as she went on. "The cocksuck just whetted big Louie's sex appetite for more. He made me do plenty more-plenty more. He stripped and reared his ugly, naked ass in my face and told me to lick that too."
"So that's how you got started sucking ass," Jeff smiled, " 'Big Louie' sure taught you good I'll tell you that!"
"It was terrible," she said flatly. "Terrible what that monster made me do. I had to grab his ass cheeks, and slide my tongue up his ass-hole. He was revolting. But he did know how to teach a person to suck his ass for him. He explained I had to wiggle my tongue just so around his ass-hole. Flip it back and forth so I could excite him."
"So that's why you know how to suck my ass out so good," he chuckled. "So help me, Peggy, you're the best ass sucker who ever sucked my ass."
"Is that supposed to be a compliment?" Peggy laughed.
And then Jeff slapping her buttocks playfully nodded, "Of course, baby-of course."
Peggy went on, "I got him hard again licking his ass out, and he wanted to fuck me then. What a fuck that was. I had to lie on my back and throw my legs up around his waist while he pumped it to me. He really was demanding. He wanted me to give him a fuck like you wouldn't believe."
"Tell me."
"He explained to me how the pussy muscles work. And he told me his wife Clara couldn't satisfy him. Said she was deadwood on a bed. It was really something the way he screwed me.
He'd pull it way out, and thrust it back injust to watch himself slide in and out of me. It was about the wildest fuck I'd ever seen-I mean it."
There was no doubt in either boy's mind she'd learned how to be so good at sex from Louie.
"In a way he did you a favor," Jeff chuckled. But she cast him an evil stare that made him wish he hadn't said that.
"What about ass-fucking? Did he teach you that too?"
"Yes, he did-on another occasion when we were down there in his fucking damp basement."
"He made me take off all my clothes," she continued after a brief pause, "and I had to crawl around on that damp basement floor bare ass naked while he used his belt to lash my bare behind. It was terrifying. He even made me wear a blindfold, and he was just waiting for that moment to mount me!"
"Which of course he did," Jeff nodded.
"Yes," she smiled, "he mounted me real nice. That cock of his that was enough to choke me, was thrust up my ass without benefit of anything but his spit!"
"How erotic," Jeff smiled smugly. "Remind me to give you a spit-cock fuck. Bet it's cozy alright-a nice, tight fit!"
"Sounds nice, huh-guess you're as sadistic as "Big Louie" was-the sex beast!"
"Tell me how did it feel to have that huge pecker stabbing up your virgin ass?"
"like it would slice me in half," she reminiced. "Every jab of his dick seemed more terrifying, more awful than the last. But, he was determined to get his rocks off this perverse way, and did-in-between grabbing my cunt, and play with my titties. Pinching my titties seemed to add to his delight, even though it hurt me like the devil."
"I would think," Brad said, puzzled, "that after all that sex monster put you through, you wouldn't care to fuck with anybody!"
"It is strange," Peggy admitted, "how much I hated him for what he did to me-at first, but then I grew to like it."
Brad was doing some thinking. He wondered if he would always enjoy having sex with his mom. This bothered him no end. For he had to admit, Peggy had at first hated the things "Big Louie" forced her to do, but now, she not only was doing the same things, but with relish and gusto.
"Time's a wastin', " Peggy smiled, reaching over to fondle both boys' cock, and balls. "Let's get cracking. I wouldn't mind if one of you fucked my cunt while the other fucked my ass."
"How would we arrange that?" Jeff asked.
"Well," she explained, "you could lie on your back, and I could mount your big old prick. When I'm in place on your peter, then Brad can drive his big dick up my ass-hole-how does that grab you?"
Both boys were most agreeable to almost anything Peggy would suggest, for she had an uninhibited way about her that made almost everything seem right.
Releasing their dicks, she got to her feet and strode to the bedroom. When they got to their feet and followed, she objected.
"Stay where you are-let's have a firelight fuck. I'm just going to the bathroom to get some oil for Brad's prick. I want that cock of his to slide up my ass-hole easier than "Big Louie" used to drive his dick up my rectum, if you don't mind."
Both boys went back to the fireplace and waited. As the light lashed across their faces they got to talking about Peggy.
"How do you like her?" Jeff asked his buddy, who'd been brought in to form the erotic sex triangle.
"She is sensational," he admitted, "I-I never met a gal like her. She really loves fucking."
"Of course you know she's a nympho-don't you?"
"A nympho?"
"Sure," Jeff whispered, "she's a nymphomaniac-a woman who can't get enough. I've read up on them women and they make the best fucks of all. They got to have it. They'd fuck a bedpost if you wouldn't stick your dick in them."
"Is that so?" Brad asked, thinking of his mother and secretly wondering if she was a nympho or not.
"What are you thinking of-or should I say who?"
Guilt surged through Brad, and it almost seemed as if Jeff was aware of the fact he was a mother-fucker, and now he knew what his mother obviously must be-a nymphomaniac.
"What are you talking about?" he countered quickly.
"That funny look on your face," Jeff said quietly, "you looked like what I said registered. You know-like you'd been screwing around with some oversexed dame and just discovered she was a fucking nympho."
"Well, you're all wrong," Brad said emphatically, "I-I've never known any nymphos."
"That's too bad," Jeff said, "they make the best fucking. Other chicks at school you got to persuade to do things with you. It is awful! I like to have them love me-lick me, fondle my ass, my nuts-and lick around there. But try to get them. Sure, I can eat my girlfriend's pussy, but that doesn't mean she'll go down on my dick. Burns the hell out of me too."
"It isn't fair alright," Brad admitted, "if you're willing to give her a good time-all the way with your tongue-she ought to stick her tongue up your hole .too, and lick your dick! Turnabout is fair play."
Jeff began slowly stroking his cock, anticipating screwing Peggy, and he replied, "so now you see why it was so important for me to make it with an older woman like Peggy. She's twenty-five, but she can still screw up a storm."
Thinking of his mother who had Peggy's age beat by ten years, Brad chuckled. "Some women are good at thirty-five. I heard about one who was."
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Sauntering back into the living room, carrying a bottle of baby oil in her hand, Peggy demanded, "you weren't talking about me by any chance, were you? I'm not thirty-five-not yet by a long shot-I'm twenty-five and fit to be fucked!"
"Oh, no," Brad exclaimed, surprised she had overheard what they were saying, and feeling a bit embarrassed, his cheeks turned red.
Peggy got down on the floor, and reaching out began feeling his balls and penis, massaging them with the oil.
"Bet you are ready for action, tiger," she grinned. "You sure are hard enough!"
"Just seeing you naked, Peggy turns me on," he smiled. As far as Brad was concerned she could have gone right on pumping on his penis, for the slippery hand movements that she was providing were pleasing him to no end.
"Keep that up," he begged. "Keep pumping, baby-keep pumping!" The hot pleasure that surged through his body as she fingered his ass-hole with one hand, and pumped on his pecker with the other was amazing indeed.
"Hasn't Peggy got a nice hand movement?" Jeff asked, a sly smile crossing his face. "She can give jack-off jobs that are unbelievable."
When she'd gotten him ready, she insisted her ass-hole should be well lubricated to accommodate him.
"Do your best, baby," she told him, "none of that second rate fucking. Peggy wants prime fucking!"
"You don't have to worry about me none," he assured her. "We're going to have a ball-a real ball!"
Jeff got in position on his back, his huge prick standing up, rigid and ready.
When Peggy straddled him, Jeff lay back and let her grasp his pecker, and guide it into her womanhood.
"That is what I call good fucking," he said, as he began thrusting into her glove-tight cunt. He always loved the sensations of being sucked in which her vigorous pussy muscles movements created.
"Keep doing me, baby," she begged, "Ram it to me!"
While she was in this good position, Brad mounted her body and began fucking. He slowly eased his slippery cock between her ass cheeks, preparatory to making the final invasion.
"Let's fuck," he grunted as they connected. Now, the three of them were giving Peggy the penis-stabs she wanted-from the front and from behind.
"Play with my bosoms, baby," she turned to tell Brad. Reaching around, Brad began massaging them, pinching the nipples, and inflaming her to wilder fucking.
"Come on, baby-fuck-fuck-fuck that cock up there. Now, you're doing it-that's the way I like to fuck!"
The cockstabbing action continued, with Jeff pumping it into her tight twisting pussy, while Brad drove his dick up her willing rectum.
"What an ass-hole for fucking," Brad panted, as he thrust it higher up her rectum. "Ohhh, baby, are you tight!"
The fantastic action continued, and they were both extremely excited. "Keep it up," he begged. "That's the way to do it! Fuck! Fuck, baby, fuck!"
Peggy's ass cheeks swayed, as she moved about to give him tingling excitement.
"Keep it up! Keep that backfield in motion, Peggy," he panted. "That's how I like it-fuck--fuck, baby, fuck!"
Frantically, the action continued. It was a super-fuck for Peggy, as she realized she had two teenage cocks with lots of life in them. Both young men were very virile, and it excited her imagination to take them both on.
Brad didn't hesitate to grip her ass cheeks, and play with them. There was something about her bouncing buttocks that fascinated and excited him.
Jeff found a big degree of pleasure sharing Peggy. He could almost feel Brad's every cock-stab, and he tried to time his cock thrusts to hers.
"Now, baby, now-harder," she panted, "that's the way to do it-come on-fuck-fuck faster!"
The tremendous pleasure they were experiencing now was going to bring them to climax quickly, and Peggy wanted to make it the perfect triangle-fuck, a three-way orgasm.
"Watch your pacing, Brad," she suggested. "Try to time your cock jabs up my ass-hole, to the way Jeff is giving it to my cunt. I'd love to have, you two guys juice on target, along with me. Wouldn't that be tremendous?"
"Sure would," Brad agreed, as he rode up her tight, twisting rectum, "fuck, baby, fuck-come on-let's fuck!"
There was no doubt about it, she was good screwing. His hands were on her bosoms, pinching her taut nipples. The firelight added to the passionate excitement of the wild orgy fuck, and now, the music she had playing on the stereo set added to his pleasure.
"Fuck, baby, fuck," he panted, as the cock-stabbing action continued. "Now-oh, ah, yes, baby, yes-keep it up!"
It was amazing how Peggy could twist her tail, he thought, as he watched her gyrating ass-cheeks grinding for him.
"I'm almost there," he gasped, and this brought Jeff's immediate response, "so am I, buddy--fuck-off!"
"Hang in there," Peggy panted, "I'm, I'm almost thereeeee!" Peggy was juicing, coming in multiple orgasms, just as Jeff got his pistol off in her pussy.
"So am I," he added, "fuck, baby, fuck-don't stop now! There's more juice where that came from!"
The hot sexual frenzy, was shared by Brad who drove his dick in to the hilt. Squeezing her cream pitcher ass, he shot his wad, "I'm cumming-I'm cummmmmming!"
The three of them continued their pulsating sexual activity until Brad finally eased his slippery cock out of her willing rectum. He flipped over on the beach towel, and smiled up at her.
"That was some fuck, baby-I enjoyed every minute of it!"
Peggy was kissing Jeff passionately, licking his eyelids, kissing his cheeks in thanks, before she pulled off. Joining Brad, she lay between her two young lovers, her heart pounding rapidly, her breath coming short
"Did you enjoy that?" she asked, looking at Brad like a small child searching for love, and approval.
"Very much," Brad said quietly.
As the firelight continued to flicker across their nude bodies, and the stereo played its haunting sex beat, she said, "Maybe I shouldn't be a stewardess-maybe I should be a hooker. They make a lot more than I do."
"It's a dangerous life," Brad insisted. "You don't want to risk it."
"You think flying isn't dangerous?" she laughed. "You should know what I know about some of those pilots."
"like what?" Jeff asked, eager to have the lowdown on what the pilot's sexual life is like.
"Some pilots are a blast," she laughed, "they like to have us give them blow jobs while they're on duty. Of course, it would be curtains for their careers if they got caught, but sometimes when we're not busy, and the atmosphere doesn't make them scared shitless we'll crash, they like to have their cocks sucked-relaxes them, they insist."
"You get paid?" Brad asked.
"Unfortunately, no," Peggy admitted, "but we get good training so we could easily graduate to a hooker's life. And from what I've heard about those Vegas girls they get very well paid for what they do. The hundred dollar an hour girls have a real time of it. Usually, it doesn't take much more than five minutes to get a fucker to shoot his rocks off, and then you move on-of course I'll admit most of them demand some sordid sex or they would not pay all that money!"
"How sordid?" Jeff smiled smugly. "More sordid than what we do?"
"Some of them are, unfortunately, downright disgusting. They like us to dress up in long black stockings for one thing, and some of them dig having us whip them with riding whips. Of course that is a bit better than one creepy character who insisted on wearing highly polished black boots. He made me lick his boots while he jerked his cock. At the same time, he was lashing a black leather belt over my ass. When it was cum-time, he insisted I cop his cock, and suck him off. It wasn't much fun-I can tell you that for damned sure."
"I imagine some of them can get pretty mean and vicious," Brad acknowledged. "Me, I don't like the pain trip-I dig pleasure!"
"I can tell," she smiled. "One crazy customer I had wanted me to suck his toes-imaginesucking toes."
"Suck my big toe," Jeff suggested. Peggy got down there, and began licking all his toes. He was getting more and more stimulated every second. Finally, the pleasure had mounted till he got an erection from her licking and sucking his toes.
"That's weirdo," Brad observed, "I-I don't see why he got so turned-on."
"Another thing they dig is armpit fucking," she declared. "The first time a cat asked me to let him fuck my armpits, I flipped. I asked him point blank, 'what kind of a kick can you get out of doing a thing like that?' He got angry."
"Sure," Brad nodded. "Everybody's sex hang-up is sacred-to them-that is. If you do what they do-that's sensational, but if it's something different, oh, that's too damned bad."
It was evident to her, both boys might enjoy screwing her armpits, and she figured it would be fun to feel two cocks coming at her armpits, with their big balls dragging over her bosoms en-route.
"How about a double armpit fuck?" she smiled. "Try it once anyway."
Both boys were eager for action now. And, she was just as eager. They got on their knees, and she raised her armpits, at angles, making it easy to slip their peckers into the unique spot.
"Come on-fuck!"
As they slid forward, she clamped her arms down over their penises. Both boys enjoyed the pleasure they were experiencing now, and she loved it. While they pumped their peckers to her, she loved the sight of their hairy balls dragging over her bosoms. It stimulated her no end.
She worked her armpits up and down, as they delivered sensational cockstabs to her.
"Right-on!" Jeff said. "Feels good, Peggy! Yeah-you got great armpits for screwing! Keep wiggling them the way you're doing it right now! Yes, that's fantastic!"
The stimulating pleasure they experienced now wouldn't cease. It continued until the two of them were ready to unload again. And then Peggy let it be known what she wanted.
"Feed me your dicks-at the same time," she suggested. They both moved forward, so they each could slip their cocks to her. She loved the sensation of having the big cocks-at each corner of her mouth. Her tongue became a whirling dervish, working this way and that, as she licked.
Jeff insisted, "We better do this one at a time."
"No," Peggy told him flatly, "I can eat your prick, and Brad can fuck me cross ways. I'd love to have those two big cocks coming at me together."
Peggy got her wish. Brad wasted no time in sliding down her, and stretching out cross-wise across her, so he could slip his cock up her.
She loved the feeling of him driving his huge, throbbing penis into her pussy, and she responded with excitement.
"Fuck me, baby," she gasped, "I want it-fuck me real good!" Then, opening her hot mouth, she let Jeff straddle her face. As Jeff thrust his dick in and out of her pussy, she let her pussy muscles seize his thrusting dick, and she gave him a wild workout, he wouldn't soon forget.
Stimulated by his stabbing penis, she let her tongue sweep over the lowered ass-cheeks of Brad, enjoying this enormously.
"Lick my ass," he panted, "lick me! That's the way I like it, baby-lick it good!"
The sensational pleasure he was deriving now increased, for Peggy let her hot tongue sweep over the underside of his balls. As the passions within the three of them merged, their lust became inflamed. They were no longer three separate entities, but they had become one convulsing unit, seeking orgasmic release in the worst way.
Grasping Jeff's swollen prick, she pulled on it, and fondled his testicles with her tongue. Letting her tongue lash around his tight anal opening, she suddenly drove her tongue up his ass-hole with vigor.
Brad was pounding it into her with zest and force, and enjoying watching his buddy get his kicks from her tongue lashing.
"I'll feed you my dick, right away, honey," Jeff said huskily, juice starting to surface at the small slit at the head of his penis. "Keep it up! Lick my ass-way up there! Keep your tongue stiff!"
Peggy's sliding tongue always brought him to the brink of orgasm. He could hardly stand it any longer.
"Ohh-ahhhh, yes, baby, yes-keep it up," he groaned in erotic delight. Peggy knew it was time to lick his prick, and hastily slipping her tongue out of his ass-hole, she brought his huge, male member to her mouth and licked.
"Suck me," she begged, "suck me baby-give me some action!"
Opening her sensuous mouth, she let Jeff inch by inch slide in. Once inside her mouth, she clasped his cock with her tight lips.
"Eat my prick," she panted. "Eat my dick!"
Back and forth, the hot cock rode into her mouth, the sweaty smell of his balls igniting her tongue into action. She let her hot tongue sweep over the tip of his dick, and then he slowly eased himself down her throat.
"Fuck me," he begged, "Suck me! Get the juice out! I'm full of cream, baby-loaded-up to here!"
The sensational pleasure that they were enjoying now was tripled by the fact all three of them could share some of the erotic pleasure of each other. Brad watched Jeff slipping his cock in and out of her mouth, his balls bouncing on her mouth as he did so. He did find it exciting to see his ass muscles flex, as he fucked her face.
"Fuck it, baby," he gasped. "Eat my dick!"
The sticky, creamy juice was about to erupt in her mouth and this was Peggy's favorite dessert. She always liked the taste of the thick cock juice, and she had become quite a connoisseur of sperm.
While Brad fucked her pussy, his eyes focused on Jeff feeding her his cock. He was enjoying it enormously, and could hardly wait for that moment when the hot juice would erupt in her mouth. He knew he'd enjoy seeing her cheeks suck in as she got her feeding.
"Milk me," Jeff panted. "Milk my dick! You know you want it-if s delicious baby-thick and nice-I'm going to shoot it to you in gallons this time."
He wasn't kidding either. Brad reached forward and slapped his ass, and suddenly he felt his balls expanding, and his pecker exploding.
"I-I'm cumming-I'm cumming," he moaned in delight, as the juice shot out of his cock into Peggy's hungry mouth.
This triggered Brad. He felt his juice shooting now, as her pussy twisted, and gripped his thrusting cock-and he watched her cheeks suck in as her mouth gobbled his prick juice.
"Fuck-fuck, baby, fuck," he panted, as he went on driving his dick into her.
The erotic excitement they felt at this moment was exhilarating, and stimulating, and Jeff felt the same thing, as Peggy-inspired by the virility of the two of them sucked him magnificently, his shooting balls, bouncing delightedly on her chin.
Neither boy would pull out immediately. Peggy's hot holes were too much pleasure to pull away from.
First, Brad pulled his cock out of her. Next, Jeff eased himself out of her mouth.
As they lay beside her, Peggy took a deep breath, "I've had it. I've fucked out all my hang-ups!"
' "Hang-ups?" Brad asked, not quite sure of what she meant.
"You know, baby-kinky things we all like to do when we're fucking. You've got your set of hang-ups-I have mine, and Jeff has his."
"I don't have any," Jeff teased.
"You're a fucking liar," Peggy laughed.
"I know it," he nodded.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
When Brad and Jeff left Peggy's place, Jeff was eager to find out what his new-found friendship with him could lead to.
"Maybe you've got somebody I should be balling along with you," he smiled. "Share and share alike, huh?'
"I-I don't think this would work out," Brad told him quickly. "No, I don't think this would work out at all."
"Oh, this older women like variety," Jeff insisted. "You owe me a fucking favor."
"And you sure expect to get paid back quickly, don't you?"
"What are friends for?" Jeff chuckled.
By the time, Jeff had dropped him off at his home he was glad to be home. He felt slimy, and dirty. Sure, Peggy had done everything! She'd done it mechanically. Just like his mother had told him-love makes the difference when it comes to sex. She had been right, he had to admit painfully.
He opened the door quietly, not wanting to awaken her. He saw his Dad's car there, and he figured he would be safe. He was thankful he was home as that would spare him to go through an ordeal of questions as to where he'd been.
Going up to his room, he quietly undressed and slipped into bed. It didn't take him long to drift off to sleep, for he'd done so much screwing he was relaxed.
However, as he was just about to doze off completely, he felt somebody lying naked beside him, pressing at his body. He was about to shriek, when a hand went over his mouth to silence him.
"Oh, Brad, honey-I just had to talk to you," his mother whispered.
When she removed her hand, he whispered a question to her. "What if Dad finds us-in bed like this?"
"Don't worry about him-I gave him a sleeping pill. Be asked for an aspirin, and I slipped him one of my sleeping pills. They look so much alike he'd never know the difference."
"Why did you have to barge in here at this hour in the morning?"
"Because, baby," she said, "mama loves youand she doesn't want you playing around with those disgusting tramps and cheats you have probably been playing around with."
"How did you know?"
"Instinct-female intuition," she replied. "Call it anything, you want to, but I knew-now tell me. Confess, honey, it'll do your soul good."
"Hell, no," he said, raising his voice in disgust at her aggressive behavior.
"Oh, don't talk to your mother like that," she begged. "Please don't baby-I-I can't stand it!"
"I can't stand it either," he told her. "You aren't a decent mother to bother me like this when I'm trying to get some sleep. Now buzz off!"-
When he was turning off like this and telling her she could buzz off, she knew it was time--past time to use some strategy.
"Baby," she said softly, "let me see if I can get some life back in it."
Before he knew what was happening, she was down there, fondling his cock, and then she slipped one leg over between his leg, letting her pussy press against his penis.
Instinctively, his penis began swelling in spite of himself, making it all the more frustrating.
Breathlessly, she told him, "You see, baby--it's so natural for us to turn each other on. You don't know how I've waited for you to come home and let me love you!"
Her bosoms pressing against his body did excite him, and then he felt compelled to wrap his arm lovingly around her.
"Oh, mom-I do love you," he whispered.
As he turned to look into her eyes, she pressed her mouth against his. They were merged in a soul kiss now, and he was more excited than ever before.
"Love me," she begged, "love me!"
Suddenly, she was spreading out over him, pressing her pussy to his mouth. His hot tongue swept out over her curly, pubic hair and he licked her.
"Eat me, eat me, son," she gasped, "eat my pussy!" The delicious aroma of her box intrigued, and excited him. He massaged her buttocks, as his hot tongue plunged into her cunt. She was enjoying it enormously now, and so was he.
"Suck my pussy," she panted, letting her fingers thrust through his curly hair. "Now, you're doing it! Nibble mama's love-button, baby! Ohh, you're turning the fire on down below!"
There was something about eating her pussy that seemed so wrong, so perverse, it amounted to the most exciting thing he could do.
Raising herself, she rotated her cunt backwards and forward on his hot, jabbing tongue, enjoying it more every moment.
He was nibbling her clit now, and she was about to juice. He lashed it unmercifully, as he rode into her with a vengeance.
"Eat my pussy," she panted eagerly. "Eat my pussy! That's how you do it! Eat me!"
The fantastic pleasure they derived from their love-making was building to a soaring, searing climax now.
His finger slid up her ass-hole, and then she gushed.
The erotic delight had built to fantastic heights, as she gushed, joyful in the knowledge that even though her son had been slipping around with another female somewhere, she could still pull this degree of erotic response from him.
His hands moved from her buttocks to her bosoms, as she felt the fantastic hot excitement he produced with his lapping, loving tongue.
Squeezing her nipples, he pinched them until they were blood red.
Diane enjoyed seeing the cum-juice trickling down the corners of her son's mouth. It proved one thing to her. She was still young and beautiful, still capable of arousing erotic responses in men half her age. The fact that this man happened to be her own teen-age son made no difference in the blinding light of her passion.
"Eat me, Brad, baby-eat mama's juicy snatch!"
Just at that moment, a horrifying shot shattered the night's stillness.
"Ohhh, God," Diane gasped, turning to see her husband with a gun pointed at her.
"You good for nothing rotten mother-fucker," he shouted, looking at his son, "I'll get you too and put you both out of your misery!"
Without another word's warning, he blasted away at his son. Brad shrieked in pain as the bullets shot holes through his heart.
When he heard gurgling in the boy's bloody death moanings, he noticed Diane wasn't dead.
"I'll finish you off, bitch! The world needs fewer people like you-take this-and this-and this!"
He blasted away, making sure she was finished. Then, he froze in his tracks.
"God-what have I done?" he mumbled, as if in a daze. The horrible impact of having killed not only his disloyal, twisted wife, but his only son shot through him like another bullet seeking vengeance.
"Oh, Brad-my boy-my boy," he moaned.
Going over to him, he wrapped his arms around him and wept bitterly. It seemed as if he'd go out of his mind if he couldn't do something. He tried to give him mouth to mouth resuscitation to save him, but it didn't work.
Hastily he began thinking of what he must do now. He paced the floor, the tears rolling down on his eyes, as dawn started to streak the horizon, illuminating the death room, making his deed all the more grotesque as it came to light.
Now he had to face the painful anguish of a court trial and prison, or even worse-maybe death unless.
Back and forth he weighed the way out, and the more he thought about it, the more convinced he became there could be only one way out.
Going over to the wife whose bloody body lay across the bed, naked and terrifying with its splattered spots of blood pointing an accusing finger at him, he tried to decide what he must do next.
Diane had been a good wife in so many ways. Why had she sunk to such depraved depths? And how could his only son Brad betray him like this? If she lost her mind-couldn't he keep his wits about him?
These thoughts swirled through his mind as he weighed the horrifying consequences of what he had done. Now, the world was closing in on him. Where could he go? There was no place to hide! He would have to run-and run-and keep on running. He had no passport. He couldn't leave the country. But, worse than that-he didn't want to run!
The only way he could bring justice to himself was to take his own life, he reasoned. He had taken Diane's life, and his young son's life. He couldn't excuse or forgive them! And he was just as heartless in judging himself. What he had done was unforgivable. He must die, just as they had died. It would be better to blot out in blood-his own blood-the awful deeds they'd been guilty of. Reaching for the phone, he dialed 0.
"Operator," he began, foggily, "get me the police!"
"Is this an emergency?" she demanded. "You bet your fuckin' life it is," he blared into the phone, "I'm going to kill myself."
"Who is this? What is your name sir-oh, don't take your life. Hold on-I'll get the police!"
Just as she connected him with the police, his gun blasted away, sending a bullet through his skull, killing him instantly. He collapsed in a heap on his wife's bloody body.
The phone lay in his hand, outstretched in death across the bloody bed, as the policeman's voice demanded, "Who is this? Who-who is this?"
"Operator-get his phone number."
"Oh, officer," the operator explained, "he said he was going to kill himself-I heard the gun--ohhh, it's awful."
"Get me his number," the police officer insisted. "He wanted to kill himself-it happens every day."
