I stabbed my eager fingers up her rosy red rectum, letting them probe searchingly as her ass squirmed.
"I dig the action," she whispered hoarsely. "That's where it's at, sweetheart. Give me more,"
"This is just the beginning, doll."
My tongue was alive with excitement as it skirted nimbly around her red-tipped breast petals. I hungered for Sylvia, letting the saliva roll over her creamy skin.
Pushing my head upward, I let my tongue close in on her ear lobes, which I kissed passionately. Then I shoved my tongue up inside her left ear, letting it flail wildly until she let out a huge sigh.
"You're too much, too much," she whispered, her tone even lower and more sensual than it had been before.
Believing in being democratic, I switched my tongue movements from her left ear to her right, giving the right equal treatment. My fingers then closed in on her breasts, skirting them rapidly and fondly, while my tongue pressed anxiously inside her open mouth. Our tongues locked while my fingers continued playing with her boobs.
"Work those fingers inside my snatch," she gasped after I broke our lengthy French kiss.
"With pleasure," I winked, looking into her sexy face, which was reddening from all the vigorous bodily exercise.
Once more my tongue found its way inside her mouth at the same time that my fingers entered her v-shaped triangle. They itched for contact with her love mound while my tongue begged for more contact inside her mouth. I satisfied both urges at the same time.
The dual action caused Sylvia's body to tremble with excitement as I speedily applied myself. I was hot, had been without a woman for all too long, and was making the most of the situation.
About the time that she began trembling and gasping I knew what was going on. She was getting ready to explode. I removed my tongue from her mouth, upon which she shouted urgently:
"Suck my cunt, sweetheart. You've got me ready to explode."
My hands gripped her slender, sexy legs as I let my head drop between them. I caught a whiff of her femaleness and realized what an unbearably long time it had been between pussy sucks for me. Now I was determined to make up for lost time fast with Sylvia.
My tongue probed excitedly as it penetrated its way inside her snatch. I began by nibbling ardently at her clitoris, then parted her pussy lips with searing, energetic stabs. I was like a hound in heat and was lapping up my attractive mate hungrily.
"Oooooohhhhh, can you suck," she said excitedly. "Run that tongue over me. Oooooohhhhhh, I love it, love it. Lick my cunt."
Fervently my tongue darted around inside her snatch. Finally the juice gushed out into my mouth.
"Do I ever feel relieved," she looked up at me and smiled gratefully.
"So does my tongue," I smiled. "But this doesn't." I pointed down toward my cock, which was bulging with excitement.
"There's plenty I can do for you there," she nodded.
"I'll bet there is."
"I'm looking forward to having that warm meat jabbing around inside me. If you can fuck, baby, half as good as you can suck then you've gotta be something else."
"I can't remember ever dissatisfying anybody."
"I'll bet you can't."
Sylvia reached toward my hard dick, running her fingers over it slowly. The tingling contact with her fingers got me all the hotter for action.
"You ready for the big strokes?" I asked, running my fingers through her shimmering strands of black hair.
"By all means."
"That's great, 'cause I've never been more ready."
I quickly proved my point as I parted her legs widely with my fingers and let my hard dick enter her cunt with a sharp stab.
"Oh, you're in me, you're in me," she said excitedly.
"And now that I'm there I'm gonna stay awhile."
"By all means. Right up to the time you flood me."
Back and forth I let my cock stab wildly and uninhibitedly as I gave both of us wild thrills. I was making up for lost time fast. It was great to be back in civilian life, and even greater to be doing the one thing I missed most about being away from it.
Sylvia began purring like a kitten as I continued shoving my shaft around inside her snatch. She must have been around thirty-five, but had kept herself in great shape, and her love mound was tighter than most young chicks I had screwed.
"Are you ever a tiger," she exclaimed.
"I'm always ready to growl."
"Keep on growling, 'cause I'm lovin' it."
Sylvia and I got along great for one reason. She loved to fuck every bit as much as I did. To illustrate her excitement she ran her fingers around my buttocks cheeks. As my prick flared toward her cunt once more she shoved her hot finger up my ass.
"You like that?" she grinned.
"Love it," I nodded appreciatively. "Keep it up."
"Think I'll play a little corkscrew."
At first I didn't know what she meant by "corkscrew," but it didn't take me long to find out. She let her finger pry around inside my ass in a corkscrew motion, causing my ass to bounce around with a greater degree of exuberance than it had before.
Resolutely my shaft buried itself in her moist mound as that familiar little pre-orgasmic tingle surfaced. Yes, I'd soon be getting my rocks off gloriously inside her.
"I'm close, very close," I exclaimed.
"Shoot it off in me."
Sylvia removed her finger from inside my asshole and cupped her fingers tightly around my ass cheeks. She was gripping earnestly in anticipation of me flooding her snatch.
"Kiss me, darling," she sighed.
I peered down at her sensuous ruby lips, which she parted for dramatic effect. I let my lips converge against hers while my cock continued rocking back and forth. My prick began itching like crazy as my stored-up load of hot juice got set for release.
"Fuck me, fuck me, oh fuck me," she gasped, letting her breasts flare up and rub against my chest.
I kissed her one more time and let out a long sigh as the juice spurted wildly and unrestrainedly out of the end of my joystick.
"You really blasted away," she laughed.
"Didn't I tell you on the plane that I was horney?"
"You sure did, honey. So was I, but I'm feeling a whole lot better now. Thanks mainly to you."
Sylvia and I had met on a jet. I was on my way back from Vietnam. She got on at a stopover. We got to talking and she told me about her husband, who was a widely-traveled, famous geologist, and her three kids. I was attracted to her right off, but the talk about the family turned me off as fast as I had been turned on. I like two kinds of things-piece and peace, and found out a long time ago that getting the first disturbs the second where it concerns a married dame.
She soon put my fears to rest, though. She had been spending some time in Tokyo, while her husband was working in Mexico City. He'd soon be joining her in LA, and from there they would be off to Hawaii.
"Fred's quite a man with the ladies," she had winked confidentially as we flew high in the clouds. "If I know him he's probably having a wonderful time with those sexy senoritas. We have a standing policy in our marriage. You know what that is?"
"What?"
"We agree to look the other way for each other. That way we can both have our cake and eat it too while holding the marriage together."
After that I started observing her in a different light. She was a highly sophisticated woman who knew the score about life. She wouldn't have been revealing such intimate information about her marriage to me unless she had more on her mind than admiring my army uniform.
I insisted on buying her a couple drinks during the flight. Then, as we were about to land, she decided to reciprocate.
"Tell you what," she said. "Since you've been so generous and kind about buying the drinks I'd like to ask you up to my place and serve you some."
"I'd love to. Where you staying?"
"The Century-Plaza."
We caught a taxi at the airport and rode out to the plush Century-Plaza Hotel in Century City. I remembered the Century-Plaza as the place where peace marchers, myself included, picketed a famous American politician a few years earlier for his hawkish views. That was before I went over to Vietnam and fought myself.
Sylvia insisted on paying the cab fare. Five minutes later we were undressing each other like starved animals in her fifteenth floor room. We had remained starved animals ever since, leading up to our explosive orgasms of a moment earlier.
Now we were curled up in each other's arms, doing a little casual smooching as we caught our wind prior to more fucking. I should have gone straight home to see my mother for the first time since my last leave some six months earlier, but how in hell could I tear myself away form a gorgeous married gal who wanted the same kind of thrills I had been hungrily desiring?
"You're quite a stud, soldier boy," she ran her fingers through my hair, getting me ready for more action.
"You're all right yourself. Your husband's a lucky man if you give him the same kind of action you give me."
"I do," she quickly confirmed. "He's a sexy guy and wouldn't stand for any less."
"Well he's sure got a sexy woman."
"Glad I could please you."
"Could? I don't like that past tense."
"Believe me, honey, I didn't mean it that way," she quickly assured.
"That's good, 'cause I'm ready for more action right now."
"Believe me when I tell you that I am, too."
She reached down and let her fingers travel the length of my now hardening cock, which was almost back to where it was before I had exploded. After running her hand up and down it several times she let her fingers tickle my balls.
"How's that feel?" she grinned.
"How do you think? It feels great."
"That's what I was hoping to hear."
"Keep it up," I said.
"Okay, as long as you'll do me one favor."
"Let's hear it."
"Run those hot fingers over my snatch, honey. It can use a little attention."
I went to work, stroking her hot box energetically while her fingers continued tackling my cock and balls.
The longer we both stroked the faster and more intense our efforts became, until Sylvia finally gasped hotly:
"Let's sixty-nine, doll, I wanna taste your cock."
"That's what I was hoping you'd say," I grinned. We positioned our bodies across from each other. I looked hungrily at her inviting triangle while she looked at my dick, which was now as hard and long as it had been before I shot it off in her snatch.
My tongue went to work eagerly, flipping its way around her box for the second time during our wild interlude. There was one major difference between then and before-this time she was going to work on my prick at the same time.
I flipped my tongue over her hairy twat, getting her charged up by nibbling on her clit. Her cocksucking efforts stirred me tremendously, to the point where I sucked her cunt faster and with more enthusiasm than I had before.
Her tongue caromed around my balls to get me more in the mood, then began traveling up and down the length of my cock. Her fingers tickled my balls while her tongue pumped up and down on my hot joystick.
Sylvia came quickly the first time. I stopped just long enough to swallow her juices, then returned to my sucking. She never stopped her sucking for one second.
She ran her finger up my asshole and played the corkscrew game with me one more time while her sucking movements continued to increase. Yes, Sylvia was quite a woman, with her still terrifically tight snatch and the fantastic way she gave head.
Not only that, but she came like gangbusters. After she had shot for the third time I figured it was about ready for me to shoot my own load. She kept right on pumping, continuing to play with my balls and my ass as well.
Finally I shot once more, after which I kissed her lips in gratitude for a thrilling job well done.
"Do we ever make a team," she laughed. "Boy, I'm bushed."
"I feel like I've been fucking for days."
"Tell you what. Let me take you to dinner. Then we can come back up and do it again."
I paused before answering, weighing her offer. I would have loved to stay with her longer, perhaps spend the night with her, as I figured she might be intending to ask me to do. But one thing stopped me from saying yes emphatically. My mother was expecting me sometime that night and it just wouldn't be right to keep her waiting till the next morning or at least late in the evening because I had to bang a broad.
After all, I had already had quite a time of it screwing her. I'd gotten my rocks off twice and had eaten her several times, so after the thrills I should have been willing to leave. There was no need to be a glutton about things.
"I'd really love to," I finally told her, "but my mother is expecting me home tonight. I've really gotta be splitting."
"I understand, honey," she patted me on top of the head affectionately. "I wouldn't think of keeping a cute guy like you returning from that Vietnam hellhole from seeing good old Mom. It was great sharing my love with you."
"Listen, so far as I know I'll have some open time tomorrow," I told her. "Far as I'm concerned we could get together sometime then if you'd like. Over here maybe, if that's convenient."
"I'd love to take you on one more time, sweetie," she said, "but it just won't work out. My husband's due in on an early morning plane and somehow I just don't think he'd understand."
"I thought you said you both looked the other way."
"Only up to a point. He'd never allow anything like that to go on right before his eyes. On top of that, if I know him he'll be good and horney for my bod by now. We're still hot for each other, even if we have been married twelve years, and even though he probably has been getting great action from the senoritas."
"Then I guess this is it," I said regretfully as I got up and put on my shirt.
"'Fraid so. I've had a ball."
"So have I."
Sylvia rec-lined on the bed with her eyes closed as I put on my clothes. Every once in a while I'd steal another look at her form. She was well proportioned any way you sliced things. She had a firm, shapely bosom, sensuous hips that tapered beautifully, and a cute ass. She was a good fuck by any hot man's yardstick.
Once more I cursed the Vietnam War under my breath as I finished tying my shoes. I hadn't had a good piece of ass for some eight months because of things over there. Oh sure, there was action to be had in the whorehouses, but I lost the taste for going to them after my best friend got carved up in a Viet Cong ambush. He thought he was gonna get a good piece of ass, but instead the chick had a razor blade inserted inside her cunt. The blade got him started while a knife in the back wielded by a guy hiding in the corner of the room finished him.
Having tied my shoes, I got up from the chair where I had been sitting and walked over to the bed.
"Well, guess this is it," I said, hating like hell to leave her but knowing I had to. "It was great fun."
She got up and threw her arms tightly around me. I let my lips plunge ecstatically against hers.
"You're gonna make some lucky woman a great guy, soldier boy," she winked as I walked near the door.
"Thank you," I said, waving to her as I opened the door.
I got on the elevator and rode down to the ground floor. I was amazed when I got a look at a clock in the lobby and discovered that it was almost eight. I had been in Sylvia's room about four hours all told, and each of them had passed with blinding speed. But, then again, why shouldn't they have passed fast? I was having a ball balling her and good screws normally do seem to pass quickly. At least for me.
I hated the idea of spending a lot of money on a cab into the Valley, but I was so late already that it just wouldn't have been right to take a bus, the public transporation being as slow in the LA area as it was. I'd kept Mom waiting long enough already.
I hailed the first cab I saw parked in front of the hotel and was on my way.
"Bet you just had a good piece of ass, soldier," the cab driver said knowingly as I got in the cab and he drove off.
"What makes you say that?"
"You drive one of these hacks as many years as I have and you recognize certain things. I don't know, it's that little extra glow a guy wears. I guess that's it."
"Well, you're right," I laughed.
"Good, Glad to hear you made out," he said as he turned the corner and headed down Santa Monica Boulevard toward the freeway.
CHAPTER TWO
I let out a gasp as I marched in the front door, set down my duffel bag, and cast a long look in the direction of mother.
She was standing in the middle of the living room, an ecstatic smile filling her face the moment she saw me. She looked altogether different than she had the last time I saw her. Then she dressed plainly and made every effort to cover up her physical attributes. Now she was exercising every effort to show them.
She wore a tight red sleeveless blouse that gave you a good look at her big tits. On close inspection it was apparent that they were even bigger and better formed than Sylvia's. She also wore a pair of very tight-fitting leopard slacks that showed off the lovely accent of her beautifully rounded ass and her trim legs.
Mother wore no shoes, and let her long blonde strands of hair hang down almost to her waist. Her hair had been a drab brown the last time I had seen her. I liked it now much better. Her green eyes were flashy and exuberant and her skin was tanned and radiant. She exuded a beauty and sexiness I hadn't seen in years.
"Harry, great to have you back," she gasped in glee, rushing toward me and throwing her body against mine, kissing my lips.
Let me tell you something. When her tits rubbed against my chest and her thick sensuous lips pressed solidly against mine my old cock came straight out, mother or no mother. She never looked better and was turning me on in the process.
"You're looking great," I told her.
"You're not looking so bad yourself," she patted me gently on the shoulder. Once more I felt a powerful sex vibration. Maybe I was acting so horney because I'd just gotten back to civilian life, I told myself. "I'll bet you're starved."
"Well, they served us a good meal on the plane, but that was a few hours ago."
"Knowing my young man that probably means you're famished by now."
"I could use something to eat."
"Great. I'll fix a couple steaks I bought early this week and have been saving just for the occasion."
Mom insisted that I sit down and relax while she fixed the meal. I thumbed through recent local newspapers in a quick effort to catch up on what I had missed locally in about the last two years but soon gave up the effort. I was sleepy from the long flight, coupled with the beautiful screw in Sylvia's room, and dropped off to sleep. Next thing I knew Mom was awakening me for dinner.
It was a load off my mind to see her acting so lively and youthful. Just the opposite was true the last time I saw her. My faher had died of a heart attack some year and a half earlier, shortly after I was drafted into the Army. He was a Professor of English at Valley St. College, located a few blocks away from our home in Northridge, a pleasant suburban community in the West San Fernando Valley.
Mom had always been rather sedate and had lived her life for Dad and me. When Dad passed away she was crushed, so much so that she didn't seem to want to do anything. Finally she took a job as a bank teller just for something to do, but that didn't seem to relieve the depression she felt. I offered to try to get a discharge from the Army so I could spend time with her during her hour of need, but she quickly nixed that, saying that she'd have to work her own way out of her state of depression.
I had expected to find a still depressed mother when I returned home, and was shocked out of my skin to find a glowing, radiant sexpot waiting for me, one that gave me an instant hard-on.
The dinner looked absolutely sumptuous as she topped off the steak with hot sour dough bread and French fries. Everything was fixed to absolute perfection.
"I also bought a bottle of vin rose for the occasion," she grinned, patting me affectionately on the shoulder once more as she set the bottle before me on the table. She opened it, filling two glasses for us.
Needless to say, not only did I get my fill of steak and French fries, I also got stoned. We were both determined to finish off that entire bottle of wine in celebration.
by the time the bottle was finished we were both smashed, and the more smashed we became the more affectionate the glances she would throw my direction. Maybe I was going nuts, but it seemed like she was turned on with me in the same way that Sylvia had been a few hours earlier.
"You know, you can say all the nasty things you want to about the army, Vietnam and the whole mess," Mother exclaimed, "but it sure made a man out of you. You're no longer the young, scared kid you were when I kissed you good-bye at the induction center two years ago."
"No, I guess not. Time and events have changed me. When you see your buddies shot and killed in front of you it makes a man of you fast."
"Sorry the manhood had to be shaped in that way, but I'm glad it arrived when it did," she looked at me with admiration. Her hand was pressing fondly against the skin of my own hand as she spoke. "You're so handsome, so charming, so much a man. I envy the young girl who eventually corrals you for a husband."
Then she did something that surprised the hell out of me. She reached down toward my pants, running her fingers slowly over my hard dick.
"My but that's hard," she looked at me with a girlish grin.
"Yeah." At that point I was dumbfounded to the point where I could think of nothing more original than that to say.
"Could I ever show you some tricks in the bedroom," she said. "C'mon, dear, let's go."
She led me boldly by the hand into the bedroom. I just couldn't believe what was going on. This wasn't somebody like Sylvia putting the make on me. This was my shy, reserved mother talking, only she was anything but shy and reserved now. Something had come over her and I just couldn't figure out what.
Mom was all over me like a sex starved tigress once we hit the bedroom. She tugged at my clothes with her determined fingers, letting one hand freely roam up and down my cock all the while.
"C'mon, baby, and undress me," Mom told me impatiently. Actually I had been too stunned to do much of anything except watch her go to work stripping me.
Her body was lean and deeply tanned. Apparently she had been spending a good deal of time outdoors lately. That too surprised me, since she was always a homebody in the past. Dad and I had to coax her just to climb into a bathing suit and join us in our backyard pool.
"I've gotta have your cock," she gasped with desperation after we had both been stripped clean. "That'll be the best coming home present I could give you."
She pushed me eagerly over to the bed. I sat down and spread my legs. Mom dropped to her knees and threw her head passionately over my hard dong, which she massaged vigorously.
"I love the feel of your warm meat," she exclaimed.
"I love feeling those fingers."
"Your big dick's gonna be feeling more than my fingers before I get through," she winked lewdly. Mother had changed to such an extent that she enjoyed playing the part of the dirty little girl. She was acting like someone doing something naughty for the first time.
She held my cock up in her fingers like a swami appraising a crystal ball. Mom let her fingers move up its enormous length, then roam over my balls.
"This turning you on?" she asked. "How could it help. You know it is."
"That's good."
While she continued tickling my balls she threw her tongue against my hard anxious meat, licking slowly but thoroughly. I couldn't believe she could suck cock so well.
Up and down her tongue roamed, getting me more excited with every succeeding stroke. In the meantime she continued running her fingertips ever so gently and tantalyzingly over my ball bag.
"Oh, you're turning me on," I gasped enthusiastically. "The way you give head. It's enough to drive me out of my mind."
My trembling fingers just had to have somewhere to go, since they were too excited to remain still. That somewhere just happened to be Mom's hair as I let my hands roam around the long strands. The extra contact got her stimulated all the more, to where her tongue began darting around my hard prick.
"Suck, suck, suck," I gasped, coming ever closer to exploding my juices in her mouth.
My fingers gripped the skin of her back as her tongue flew like lightning over my prick. That exciting tingle that immediately precedes orgasm surfaced. My legs and arms began trembling, cluing Mom in unmistakably that I was ready to shoot.
"I'm about there," I shouted. "Keep on sucking, keep it up, go after my hot juices."
Several strokes later the hot juice flew out of the end of my prick and soared into her waiting mouth. I never saw anybody anymore enthusiastic about collecting a load than she was at that moment.
"Nice, nice, real nice," she said soothingly. "You've got enormous size, which is just the way I like it."
"You been doing much cocksucking?"
"Doesn't it look it?"
"It sure does. You're anything but an amateur. That's obvious."
"Well, I've had a little practice since you saw me last. There've been a few changes in my life. Yes, your mother's a pretty wild-assed little fucker."
At that point she excused herself to go to the kitchen and bring us back beer. I was so thirsty I swallowed every drop of mine in a few brief min utes. She sucked on hers a little more slowly, but was soon finished as well.
"Now it's time for more fun and games," she laughed, setting her empty bottle on the floor.
She dove on the bed and pressed her body eagerly against mine. We wrestled wildly for the next few minutes on the bed, our skin pressing against each other. My cock was alive with a sense of adventure once more. I wanted to fuck her.
Mother took me through a series of wild tongue kisses. Back and forth her tongue slid against mine as we touched off sensual friction all our own. Finally they locked around each other as we enjoyed several breathless moments that way.
Finally I broke our wild French kiss, after which Mom exclaimed.
"Harry, baby, you know what I want from you?"
"Just say the word and you'll get it."
"I wanna be sodomized. I want you to ram that hot pecker of yours up my ass."
"You sure that's what you want?" I questioned, wondering if she was putting me on.
"Damned right I do. That's one of the most provocative ways I know of to fuck."
I thought back to the only previous time that I had fucked a woman up the ass. It was a young hippie nymphomaniac I had met at a wild fraternity party at college. We left together, going straight to her West Hollywood apartment. The first thing she had demanded was that I shove a candle (unlit, fortunately) up her asshole. Then, after she had gotten her kicks that way, she begged me to shove my dick up her ass.
The first few times she had let out screams, leading me to ask her if she wanted me to stop. She looked at me like I'd asked the stupidest question imaginable and told me to get back to work. It turned out she had loved every bit of it, even when it hurt, or maybe it would be better to say especially when it hurt.
Now here was Mother demanding the same thing. I wondered if she had ever had it that way before.
"You ever had it that way before?" I asked, not wanting to put her through something she might later destest.
"What is this, twenty questions?" she laughed. "C'mon and fuck me the way I wanna be fucked."
She slapped me across the ass for good measure, determined to get me into line fast.
Mom spread her legs, showing me her inviting ass. Her ass was white, unlike most of her body, which had been frequently touched by the sun's rays. Her ass was so well rounded and tight that I could hardly wait to stab my pecker up it.
"Okay, here it goes," I issued one final warning.
"Sock it to me, my love," she gave me that lewd little wink one more time.
I slapped her across the ass cheeks and plunged my hot prick into her asshole. The first stab was so tight that both of us let out gasps, but there were more to immediately follow.
"Oh, drive that prick into me," she encouraged.
I used my cock like a hot poker, a branding iron intent on branding her hot rectum. With every rapier thrust she would let out a wild murmur, enjoying the action thoroughly.
"Fuck me, fuck my ass, shove that hot dick into me," she gasped.
I grabbed her ass cheeks with my fingers for added impetus as I flailed back and forth, making contact with her tight ass, pushing ever closer to orgasm.
"Spill those hot juices in me."
"With pleasure," I answered.
As I drew close to the ultimate explosion, I threw my arms around her body and kissed her lips hungrily. The kissing got me so turned on that my assfucking crescendo speeded up.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck," she chanted.
I continued fucking at a blistering pace, my prick firing back and forth in jet propulsion fashion. My ass rocked back and forth at a rhythmic clip and I was preparing to release my hot sperm.
"A few more stabs and I'm there," I told her.
"Then let's have those stabs, baby."
She squeezed my ass cheeks for extra impetus as the fucking continued wildly. Then I exploded, my juices making contact with her asshole.
"Absolutely delightful," she smiled. "Better than anything I could have conceived of. Am I ever glad to have you back home, baby, in more ways than one."
"Good to be back."
"We're a lot closer now than we ever were in the past."
"Looks that way."
"You know, I've tasted you once tonight. How'd you like to return the favor by licking my cunt."
"When do you want it?"
"No time like the present."
"No, I guess there isn't," I smiled.
She spread her legs happily and I let my head drop to her furry triangle. I let my fingers grip her smooth tanned thighs as my tongue zeroed in on her cunt.
Like a puppy dog eagerly devouring milk, my tongue went to work on her moist mound. I began by nibbling on her clit, which couldn't help but increase the torrid heat she already felt within her.
"Oh, you're driving me wild," she exclaimed, "keep it up."
I kept it up, sucking enthusiastically, letting my tongue roll over every crevice of her snatch.
"Oh, I'm tingling all over," she gasped. "I love it, just love it."
For extra incentive I rammed my finger up her ass while my tongue continued roaming her love mound.
"Suck, suck, oh suck me," she gasped. "I love it, I can't get enough, go after the juice."
My tongue continued to splash around wildly inside her snatch until she finally shot. But she wasn't through by a long shot.
"How about me giving you another cock suck?"
"Yeah, I'm about due for another explosion."
"That's what I figured."
She walked into the bathroom, returning with a washcloth, which she used to clean off my prick. After that she picked up a towel on the bed and dried it.
"Now we're ready to go." She quickly discarded the towel and the washcloth, returning eagerly to action.
This time she devoted herself to sucking my balls for a long time, licking slowly and ardently, working me back into a torrid state.
"Can you ever suck," I exclaimed.
While she sucked my balls she let her fingers roam up and down the base of my dick. I reached out and played with her nipples, letting my fingers skirt around their edges.
Finally she let her tongue go to work on my prick. It roamed up and down with vigorous precision while I continued playing with her tits. Finally I let my free hand drop down to her ass, which I squeezed and fondled.
Getting her nipples and ass cheeks massaged at the same time did a lot for Mom. It put her into a spirited mood for the sucking as her tongue slipped up and down at a frantic pace.
"You keep that up and you'll be juice in no time," I told her.
The old tongue was ablaze with adventure as Mom let it whiplash uninhibitedly over my dong, getting me ever closer to explosion. As I reached the point of imminent release I gripped her ass tightly and let out a sigh.
"This is it," I announced. "Get ready."
She was ready and so was I as the hot juice splashed wildly out of the end of my fuckstick and into her mouth.
"You know, I was hoping we'd have a beautiful reunion," she grinned after she swallowed the last of my sperm, "but I never dreamed it would be anything this great.
"This has been too much to believe."
I had used the right words. Even then, after having spent most of the evening fucking and sucking her, I could hardly believe that everything that appeared to be happening really was. Maybe it was just the booze, or perhaps it was a post-Vietnam hallucination. Six months earlier I couldn't have imagined ever fucking Mother. Now I meet her and not only screw her, but find her even more wild and uninhibited than my friend Sylvia had been.
"You fucked out?" she looked over at me and laughed.
"Just about. It's been a long day." I wasn't even about to tell her of Sylvia.
"That it has. I'm a little tired myself."
Mother got up and flipped off the bedroom light. As I sprawled out on one side of her spacious bed she took the other. The combination of all the excitement and booze had me asleep in no time.
That night I dreamed some weird dreams. In one of them I was back in Vietnam, wading around in the rice paddies. My mother and Sylvia both showed up naked. I led them into a little hut out in the middle of nowhere and fucked the hell out of Sylvia as she lay on the ground. All the while Mother watched, her fingers working over her cunt.
Following my nifty fuck with Sylvia I went to work on Mother as Sylvia fingered her cunt. Mother proved to be an even wilder screw than Sylvia as her hips flipped back and forth sensuously.
I must have slept soundly for hours, since the next thing I remember was awakening with my mother lying next to me, stroking my hair affectionately, a dreamy smile on her face.
That convinced me that I couldn't have been just dreaming about all I had done the night before. I had been fucking and sucking Mother and having the blast of a lifetime. She had been, without a doubt, the wildest, most untamed and unrestrained woman I had ever encountered.
"How's my boy this morning?" she asked me softly.
"I've got kind of a headache."
"You know, it was silly of me to mix the wine and beer. That'll get a person every time. I've got a little bit of a headache myself. All I can say is that I got so carried away with your naked beauty that I wasn't even thinking of what I was doing."
"That's okay. It's not hurting all that bad."
"I'll fix you a nice breakfast with lots of piping black coffee. After that you'll feel like a new man."
"I'm sure I will."
Her lips found mine with one passionate stab. "You glad to be home?" she asked. "You'd better believe it."
"Does home afford a few more comforts than Vietnam?"
"Yeah, you could say that. In fact, you'd have to say that."
"I've got an idea. Before I fix us breakfast why don't we both take a nice warm shower. It'll do us both some good."
"Together?"
"Of course together," she laughed, slapping me playfully across the back. "Can you think of a better way?"
"No, I guess not."
"I didn't think so."
The hot water splashing against my tired, stiff and sore body did accomplish wonders. But what really brought me to life was the extra action that Mother provided.
We splashed like crazy, and she got the biggest kick of all from washing my cock. She paid particularly close attention to soaping my balls, which got me good and hot fast.
"Don't just stand there, Harry," she said as she continued soaping down my balls. "Give my tits a good bathing."
"Not a bad idea," I nodded.
I grabbed a bar of soap and rubbed it against her tits. The body friction was great, letting the soap rub against those firm boobs.
"Great, great, now try my cunt, honey," she said a few minutes later, after her tits had received a lot of thorough action.
I soaped down her cunt while she ran her fingers up and down my cock. After it had been soaped thoroughly I ran my fingers anxiously through the suds.
"Oh, what a sensation," she sighed. "I just love it."
Following a few minutes of cunt massaging we jumped out of the shower and toweled each other off. We both knew that after a shower of that magnitude breakfast would have to wait. First we'd have to get plenty of sex kicks out of our respective systems.
"Let's do it democratic style," Mother laughed. "How you mean?"
"I mean you do me, I do you. You with me?"
"Am I ever."
"This is great. Our bodies are so fresh and clean, just ready for a good pre-breakfast suck."
Mom maneuvered her body over mine, letting her cunt and ass rest just a few inches above my head. Meanwhile her mouth was resting just next to my big dick.
"Let's go to town, sweetheart," she said.
We both went to work vigorously as my tongue flipped around her cunt. I let my fingers gently probe the inside of her asshole while I sucked. Her ass swayed back and forth in a response to my well-timed movements.
She let her fingers run up and down my leg while her tongue was working its way fervently up and down my prick.
Oversexed as she was, she shot the first time a few minutes after we began. Tasting her made me all the hotter to shoot off my sperm in her mouth.
I was determined to eat out her pussy lining until she had no more juice to give me, and didn't stop for more than a few seconds after she exploded the first time. I loved running my hot tongue over the smooth honey-dripping lips of her snatch. She was some kind of a woman, even if it had taken her abilities a long time to come rushing to the fore.
She moved her fingers from my leg to my balls as she alternately squeezed and tickled to give me extra stimulus. In the meantime her tongue was ablaze over my hot rod.
Mom exploded a second time. Once again I stopped only long enough to devour every drop, then was back to work.
by then my prick was on the verge of exploding as her fingers applied themselves steadily to my balls and her tongue slavishly moved its way up and down the entire length of my rod.
Finally I burst, releasing all my pent up energies in one explosive liquid thrust.
"Do we ever get along great," Mom grinned. "Matter of fact, if you weren't my son I'd suggest we get married."
I didn't laugh at her remark. As much as I loved to fuck and suck with her statements like that were carrying things too far. I still was anything but sure that I was doing the right thing. If I hadn't been so turned on so much of the time I would have been able to analyze things objectively. As things stood I wasn't in a position to exercise any objectivity. I dug her body too much.
"Well, guess I'll fix us breakfast," she finally exclaimed.
We jumped into our clothes and prepared to face the new day. After the shower and brisk screwing the headache had almost disappeared. On top of everything else Mom's body was proving to have a therapeutic effect as well.
The breakfast was delicious, and by the time I got up from the table the headache was gone for good. All that remained was the stiffness I received from too much fucking in too short a span of time, but I could live with that.
I decided to get into my car, my trusty Ford which hadn't got much use during the last two years, and take a ride. I wanted to get used to the old homestead after six solid months in Vietnam.
My heart sank as I drove past Valley State College, where my father had taught and where I had graduated from school. I remembered the state of indecision I was in after graduation. My father had encouraged me to go to grad school, but didn't push it. He was a great guy who didn't believe it was right to push. He encouraged, leaving things at that.
The one thing that made me feel bad about not compiling a better academic record in school was that Dad, who was a professor, was hoping I'd excel. As it turned out I worked just hard enough to get by and excelled only in one thing, fucking. I remembered the many nights that I'd pile into a car with some buddies and comb the Sunset Strip looking for available broads. If I'd put the same kind of effort into my studies there's no telling what might have happened.
Once I got out of school I was undecided on what to do, so I decided to bide my time, figuring it was only a matter of time until I'd get drafted. Some of my buddies fought the draft. They even went so far as to say I was a hypocrite for going in, since I'd been against the war and had demonstrated at peace rallies while I was in school.
But demonstrating against the war and deciding not to serve were two different things. When all was said and done I decided I'd pick up some good experience in the Army. Since I'd heard so damned much about Vietnam I figured it would be a panic to go over there and see what it was all about firsthand.
I didn't know in particular where I was going, but next thing I knew I found myself on the freeway heading toward Hollywood. Then it dawned on me how long I'd been away from the Sunset Strip. I hadn't even had a chance to go there last time I was home on leave.
The farther I got away from home and Mother the more disturbed I got about her behavior. I might have been doing something damned terrible when I was screwing the hell out of her, even though I had a good time while it was all happening.
I just couldn't understand what changed her. Nothing in her behavior the last time I'd seen her would indicate she would accomplish such a sharp about face.
She was like the humble little wallflower afraid of her shadow who'd suddenly become the wildest screw in town.
The whole thing started confusing me to such an extent that I decided I needed a drink good and fast. There was a beer bar just off Sunset Boulevard that I used to frequent when I was in my last year of college and immediately thereafter. I figured it would be as good a place as any to start off the day. It was sure as hell better than starting to look for a job right off the bat.
The joint looked just about the same as the last time I had been in it, except that the light blue paint was a little more chipped and cracked. The joint was dark inside, with the psychedelic lights beaming on and off.
I pulled into a stool. I was the only person in the joint, apparently, except for the bartender, who sauntered over my way. When he got close enough I instantly recognized him.
"How you doin', Lou?" I greeted him with a smile.
"I'll be damned," his eyes lit up excitedly. "As I live and breathe, it's Harry Bennett, or if it isn't my eyes have been playing tricks on me."
"No, your eyes are okay."
I stood up and we shook hands warmly. It was the same old Lou, day bartender and owner of the joint. He looked like he might have picked up a few extra pounds on his already heavy frame, but aside from that he was the same guy. The big smile covered his face, at least the part of it that wasn't already covered by his thick black beard.
"Seems to me I heard from one of your buddies that you were in Vietnam," he said. "That right?"
"I was. Just got my discharge."
"Great. Then you're back in town to stay?"
"That's right."
"What'll it be? Glass of draught?"
"Sounds great."
"Comin' right up."
Lou, being the great guy that he was, insisted on giving me my first beer on the house, to celebrate my returning home. While I was sipping the beer and shooting the shit with him a brown-haired doll built like a brick shithouse climbed the wooden stairs leading up to the dancer's cage in the middle of the room. Lou turned on the psychedelic lights that hung above the cage. She was wearing a canary yellow robe, but even with it draped securely around her it was obvious that she was very well endowed.
"Wow, who's that?" I asked Lou.
"Name's Cindy. She's been working with me for about three months."
"Is she ever stacked."
"Yeah, real nice. Funny thing is I've known her for about two years. I've been trying to get her over here since then, but she didn't like the idea of letting guys ogle her. She said it would embarrass her. She was working as a secretary for a business firm making about one half of what she's making now."
"How'd you get her to change her mind?" I gave him a lewd grin.
"Not the way you think, unfortunately," he told me honestly. That was one thing you could always depend on, Lou's honesty. "She found out that built the way she was she was gonna have guys going ga ga over her and staring at her no matter where she was. She found it out at work. She started telling me about how the guys would all stop work and look over at her whenever she'd bend over the desk to pick up some papers or when she'd be grabbing a drink at the water cooler. Not only that, but the boss, a married guy, was hotter than hell for her, and even patted her on the ass a couple of times. That got her good and mad. So I told her as long as she was gonna have guys drool over her anyway then she might as well make more money while she's at it."
"You always were convincing with your reasoning," I laughed, "especially with broads."
"It's my business."
"How about this chick? She got a steady cat?"
"Believe it or not, I don't know much about her. All I do know is that the guys I've seen who have tried to make a score got shot down the tubes. This is one sharp cookie. Needless to say, you're about to give it a try."
"Why not," I shrugged. "It looks worth the effort."
"Oh yes, I'm sure it would be. Well, good luck, champ. I'll introduce you to her. Aside from that, there's nothing much I can do."
"I understand. With chicks like that you usually have to make it on your own anyway."
About that time I took my last swallow of beer. I was getting thirstier with every drop.
"Yeah, you can bring me another one."
"Coming up."
Just after I paid Lou and had taken my first few sips of my second beer a sight unfolded before my eyes that practically caused my already aroused peter to pop on the spot.
This gorgeous hunk of female Cindy pulled off her robe. There was nothing on under it. I didn't know how long I could take sitting around staring at her.
Her tits were as perfectly shaped as I'd ever seen, as well as big. They must have hit thirty-nine at least. Her stomach was trim and oval, her hips sleek, her ankles trim. Then there was also that ass, so round, firm, and fully packed. She was as fuckable a woman as I'd ever laid eyes on.
Getting my first sustained look at her face impressed me on that count as well. She had a pair of almond-shaped alert brown eyes and an ivory complexion, along with a pair of lips whose sensual fullness made you wish your lips could crush them time and again.
A rock and roll tune began blaring from the speaker unit and that beautiful ass flailed into motion. She had those groovy fucking movements that the guys paid to watch perfectly down pat.
My cock got a little bit itchier with each ensuing movement.
She really put all she had into her movements, and before long the sweat began to roll down both sides of her face. I got so horny after just a few minutes of watching her that I had to do something about it.
I made a quick break for the men's room, pulling my zipper down quickly, my fingers jerking up and down on my prick as I stood over the pot. Fond memories of that beautiful ass prancing around on that stage dominated my thoughts as I eagerly moved my fingers up and down the full length of my hot dick.
She looked great, she looked so great, and I couldn't get her out of my mind. I continued pumping up and down frantically, eager to shoot my load.
Finally it popped, the warm white juice bolting from the end of my prick and into the toilet. Feeling relieved and letting out a sigh, I flushed down the sperm and zipped back up.
When I returned to the scene of the action I noticed that business had already picked up considerably. Now the bar was about half full, and new customers were coming in by the score. It was obvious why. The cats apparently knew when Cindy would be on stage.
"I'd like to eat her right up to her navel," a big guy whispered confidentially, a big smile on his face, as I walked past him.
"You've got good taste," I nodded firmly.
She was still at it, shaking those beautiful hips wildly and gracefully, giving the guys thrills. I looked around the room and noticed how she had them all hypnotized. Beer drinking and kibitzing definitely played second fiddle to what was going on on that stage.
My eyes fastened on her furry triangle and I thought about what the big guy had said. It sure would be good to bury your head between those beautiful legs and eat her cunt out.
Cindy was dancing so rapidly and spryly that the sweat was just pouring off of her. It was particularly noticeable under the intense glow of the psychedelic lights. It added to the illusion of fucking. It was all there except the screw itself-the naked body completely exposed, the screwing movements and the sweat.
I'd stay there the whole day and even the whole damned night, if need be, to talk to her. In the meantime I'd watch her dance and get drunk.
The guys kept streaming in the front door and before I knew it the joint was completely packed.
"You're doing a great business," I exclaimed as Lou filled my glass up once more.
"Never been better."
"I have a hunch that gorgeous chick's got something to do with it."
"She's got just about everything to do with it," he smiled knowingly.
The music stopped briefly and Cindy sat down on a stool to take a much needed rest. The crowded throng of appreciative males practically tore the joint down with applause and whistles.
I got so excited just looking at her that I speeded up the tempo of my beer drinking. I guzzled as I had seldom guzzled before. Usually when I was going to do a lot of drinking I'd hit the hard stuff, not beer. But beer was all that Lou served and I needed somthing to do to let off my nervous energy.
Maybe I had jacked off once, but that wasn't enough to relieve the intensity buried within me. I wanted in the worst way to stick my pecker inside her and my cock was just crying out as it perched there between my legs ready for duty.
I thought about going back to the bathroom to jack off a second time, but rejected the notion for two reasons. There were a lot of people in the place by then, and if I shot my wad off a second time I wouldn't have as much left for regular screwing.
Her brief rest ended, Cindy jumped back atop the platform and the music resumed. Another loud cheer went up as her hips and tits bounced sexily to the music.
I went back to my beer, quickly getting smashed as I watched all the action.
CHAPTER THREE
Cindy apparently had a lot of energy, judging by how long she entertained the horny cats with her dancing.
It seemed like she had been at it for a long spell, even though I completely lost track of time in my sexy thoughts dreaming of her in bed with me, along with my drinking.
"She goes off shift in a few minutes," Lou leaned over and told me confidentially as he filled my glass up once more.
"No kidding?"
"Yeah, she's gonna come over here to talk to me. I'll introduce her to you. Like I said, as an old pal I'll do that much for you. But I can't promise you a thing beyond that. Like I told you, she's kind of a funny gal."
"I've gotcha," I nodded. "Thanks for trying."
"Any old time, pal."
The place was still almost packed, even though some of the guys had gone. Then too, many of those that had departed had been replaced with new faces. I changed places at the bar, stationing myself in a corner where there weren't many people. Even thought I was drunk at the time I recognized the importance of not talking to her in front of a lot of horny guys. After all, every guy in that room had fucked her mentally while she was on that stage, and every one of them would give anything to fuck her physically.
The music stopped playing suddenly and she slipped her robe back on. Slowly she descended the steps, giving the first indication that she might be a little tired from all the activity.
She received a lot of whistles along with admiring glances as she walked toward the end of the bar where I was sitting. Lou was cleaning some glasses right in front of me.
For a few brief minutes she discussed some business matters with Lou. I went right on downing my beer zealously while they talked. Then, the business discussion concluded, Lou introduced Cindy to me.
"Cindy, I want you to meet a friend of mine, Harry Bennett. He just got back from Vietnam."
"No kidding?" she looked at me with surprise. "How're things over there? As screwed up as I hear they are?"
"More so. So screwed up you wouldn't believe it, but let's not talk about that. Let's talk about you."
"What's there to talk about?"
"Plenty. As a starter, let me buy you a beer."
"No thanks."
"Why not?"
"I don't drink the stuff. Besides, it looks like you're drinking enough for both of us."
"I guess I am," I laughed. "Anyway, you're about the sexiest dancer I've ever seen. The grooviest looking, too."
"I do a day's work and get fairly well paid for it. There's not much of anything else to say, except that I've always got a breed of hungry looking guys staring at me."
"Who can blame them. You're quite an eyeful, if you don't mind my saying so."
"I'll let you say that much, but please don't go any further. This kind of talk bores me."
"You're the boss," I shrugged.
"What kind of thrill do you get getting smashed like this?"
"No thrill. It's just something I do."
"Why?"
by then I was so drunk that I revealed something to her I wouldn't have under any other set of conditions.
"You know, I just got back from Vietnam yesterday. Things started out just great. I balled this beautiful married chick who was in town to meet her husband."
"You proud of doing something like that?" she looked at me closely, her eyes narrowing with disgust.
"No, no more or no less than I'd feel proud for getting off my rocks in anybody else. I mean, I don't do it for pride. I just do it because I'm hot and wanna do something about it."
"At least you're honest about it. Well, go on with your story."
"Anyway," I paused briefly to put my jumbled thoughts back into context, "after I got through giving this broad a great time in her hotel room I shoved off for home. When I met my mother I just couldn't believe it how she changed. Before she was kinda like a wallflower. Now she was a roaring sexpot."
"Is that supposed to be bad?"
"Well, she had designs on my bod. I'm not kidding you one bit. She wanted to fuck me."
"And you let her?"
"Yeah, I let her. I don't know if I did the right thing. I really don't know."
"How about your father?"
"He's dead."
"Oh, sorry, Well, maybe your mother's just kind of ... well, lonely and confused."
"It's more than that I think. Anyway, all she seems to want to do is screw. Can you believe that?"
"Baby, when you've seen all I've seen you can believe anything. I'm twenty-three and I've been married twice. Can you believe that?"
"Nah, 'cause I can't figure those two guys as being that stupid to lose a good thing like you."
"Let's just say we kinda lost each other." She rose slowly from the stool. "Well, nice meeting you, Harry. I've gotta split."
"Look, how'd you like to have a drink somewhere. I mean, if you're not doing anything."
"Tell you what. You can buy me a cup of coffee if you'd like."
"Great. I'll be waiting for you while you change."
"No, I've got a better idea. Meet me at the little restaurant next to the drugstore on the corner. That's a lot better. If these guys see me leaving with you they'll be hopping mad at both of us."
"Okay. Whatever you say."
"See you there in about fifteen minutes."
I watched her ass swagger off toward the dressing room near the back of the bar. Every eye in the joint was trained on her. I felt like the luckiest guy alive. They could look at her all they wanted but I was the guy who was gonna fuck her.
I finished my beer in a hurry, thanked Lou for being a nice guy, and left, heading for the little restaurant where she had suggested that we meet. I was half way through my second cup of coffee and almost convinced I was being stood up when in she pranced, wearing a white blouse and black slacks. My eyes were fastened on those beautiful tits sticking through. I noticed the short order cook gaping at her, for which I could hardly blame him.
We had two cups of coffee together and talked. She wanted to find out about both me and my mother. She even wanted to know where I lived.
"Northridge. Out in the San Fernando Valley," I told her.
"Yes, that's a pretty section," she exclaimed. "I lived out in the Valley not far from there with my first husband."
"Where'd you live?"
"Encino."
"Oh yeah, I know where that is. Well, how'd you like to take a ride out to my place with me right now."
"Well, I really should be getting home," she said hesitantly.
"Nah, you come over to my place with me. We've even got a big swimming pool in the backyard that you're welcome to use if you'd like."
"I'd have to pass on that for now," she laughed, "but I will take a spin out there with you."
"Great. Then that's settled."
Cindy didn't seem to want to talk much on the ride out to the Valley. It was late afternoon of a warm spring day as I pulled into the circular driveway. I noticed that Mom's car was there, which disappointed the hell out of me. I figured she'd still be at work. I wanted the place to myself so I could ball beautiful Cindy to my heart's content.
We walked in the place and I showed her around. No sooner had I finished than in pranced Mom, drying herself off briskly with a towel. She never looked better, her skin glowing and coppery. She was wearing a bright gold bikini that showed off her beautiful figure to perfect advantage. The thing that startled me, though, was not so much that Mom was looking fetching after getting out of the pool, but the way that Mom and Cindy looked at each other. They exchanged the friendliest smiles you ever saw.
"Who is our lovely guest, Harry?" Mom asked, beaming radiantly as her eyes remained fixed on Cindy's.
"Cindy, this is my mother," I said.
"My but you have a lovely mother," Cindy quickly exclaimed. "As a matter-of-fact, if you hadn't told me she was your mother I'd swear she was your sister."
"Why thank you, my dear," Mom beamed.
What Cindy had said was true. Mom did look more like my sister than anything else, and with me as far gone as I was on beer at the moment perhaps my younger sister at that.
They hit it off beautifully right from the beginning. Before I knew it I was feeling uncomfortable and very much left out of things. Mother fixed us tea and cake, keeping her eyes focused on Cindy all the while. She was stealing glances in particular at her tits.
"My, what lovely breasts you have, my dear," she said at one point.
"Thank you. I like yours, too."
by then I could no longer tell myself that what I had expected was merely my imagination playing tricks. No, it was all too obvious that they were very much turned on to each other. It was just a question of how far they'd go and when.
After finishing the cake and tea Mother placed her hand affectionately over Cindy's and said:
"Why don't we talk in the bedroom, my sweet. It would be much cozier in there."
"Yes, much cozier," Cindy quickly agreed.
As they walked toward the bedroom with me bringing up the back of the pack as what I was considering myself as an unwanted third party, Cindy had a bright smile on her face for the first time. It pissed me off to see her all aglow looking at Mom when she wouldn't come even close to cracking a smile for me, as hot for her as I was. Even then my old cock was just aflame with adventure, burning to jump into bed with her and screw her like crazy.
Mom immediately went to work stripping Cindy, while Cindy had little problem at all pulling off Mom's bikini.
"Oh, your body's just beautiful," Cindy exclaimed.
"I guess we both like what we see," Mom smiled, letting her lips converge against Cindy's.
Before I knew it they were both stripped and looking beautiful as hell. They were about the same height, with Cindy maybe slightly taller. Cindy had bigger tits than Mom, but not by much, and Mom's legs were just about as trim and sleek as Cindy's.
The light shone in through the slats of the Venetian blinds in a certain way to make their beautiful bodies glisten all the more. They kissed each other hungrily, like they hadn't had a chance to express affection for anybody for years.
They hungered for each other as their hands roamed all over each other's body. Mom let her fingers roam over Cindy's curvaceous ass, while Cindy applied her fingers diligently to Mom's tits.
Mixed emotions ran through me at that moment. I couldn't help but get turned on watching two beautiful women make it with each other, but I couldn't help getting mad, either, since I wasn't a part of it, except as a spectator.
My hopes couldn't have been higher as I drove Cindy home with me, determined to screw the hell out of her. Then what happens? Mom shows up on the scene and screws up the whole works, taking Cindy away from me within minutes from the time she meets her.
They rolled around on the bed, their fingers anxiously feeling each other. Mom finally wound up on top, nibbling and sucking on the end of Cindy's luscious breast nipples.
"Suck me, baby, go down on me," Cindy begged hungrily.
"I'm with you, doll," Mom nodded eagerly.
Mom let her tongue travel downward gradually as she neared Cindy's bushy box. She left a trail of saliva on Cindy's stomach, then finally buried her head between Cindy's legs and went to work.
Mom shot a finger up inside Cindy's asshole while her tongue explored her love mound. Back and forth it shot passionately, covering every crevice of her box.
"What a suck you are," Cindy gasped. "Oh, can you suck. Hang in there, get my juice."
Cindy ran her fingers through Mom's hair while Mom's head continued flouncing up and down as her tongue applied itself. She whip-lashed it over Cindy's moist box. It had a profound effect as Cindy's ass twisted and turned with every movement.
"I love you, I love you," Cindy gasped.
The affectionate words caused Mom to move her finger with greater enthusiasm inside Cindy's ass and suck her box with that much more vigor. I could tell from the contortions Cindy was going through that she'd soon be shooting. '
"Oh, oh, I'm almost there," Cindy gasped. "Suck it out of me. Get all my juices."
Several flips of the tongue later the hot juice spurted out of Cindy's box and into Mom's mouth.
"A delightful fuck," Mom exclaimed.
"Like I said, I love you."
They kissed passionately.
"I guess I just don't count at all," I finally let my sour grapes come to the surface.
"Don't feel that way, Harry," Mom said soothingly.
"Why don't you go off in the corner and jack off," Cindy said coldly.
"Now, now, don't talk that way to my boy, dear," Mom reprimanded Cindy soothingly. "There should be enough here for everybody, Son."
"I don't-wanna fuck with him," Cindy said steadfastly.
"What's the matter, bitch?" I exploded. "You too much of a dyke?"
"Now look. That's enough from both of you," Mom played the role of the elder stateswoman. "Just be patient, Harry. Let Cindy and I have a little fun, then you can join in. As a matter-of-fact, I've got just the game in mind."
"I think I've got something to say about this," Cindy stormed. "I don't like the idea of screwing with him."
"Let's just hold off on the arguing for now and finish our fuck," Mom suggested. "We can discuss everything else later."
Mom gave Cindy an affectionate look, pulled her body to her, then let her fingers travel down to Cindy's snatch. As she put her fingers to work on Cindy's love tunnel the younger girl reciprocated, letting herself go as she fingered Mom's snatch.
"That's it, dear, let things build," Mom encouraged.
Once they worked their way to a state of bristling excitement Cindy maneuvered her body atop Mom's.
"Now I've got a good game," Cindy said confidently.
"Mind telling me what it is?" Mom asked.
"No, I'd rather show you," Cindy grinned.
Cindy proceeded to show her, positioning her cunt right on top of Mom's. When she was sure it was right where she wanted it she marched ahead, wiggling her body as she flipped her snatch over Mom's.
"Oh, I love that friction," Mom said enthusiastically.
"You haven't seen anything, baby."
Cindy pressed her lips resoundingly against Mom's as she flipped her body into high gear, rolling forward speedily. Their cunts glided smoothly yet rapidly over each other.
"I can't take this for long," Mom gasped. "I'm gonna explode quick."
"Be my guest, honey. I'm gonna do the same thing."
The faster they slid their bodies around the hotter I became. I found myself reaching inside my pants and pulling out my prick, which I began massaging.
They kept up their cunt friction until they both exploded together. It was a beautiful sight to see the cunt juice shoot out of them at the same time. I took my hand immediately away from my cock, not wanting to waste an explosion that way. I had a hunch I'd be fucking with Mom soon, even if Cindy wouldn't cooperate.
"You look hard, honey," Mom looked at me and smiled.
"Yeah, you could say that."
"Then I suggest we do something about that. Get out of those clothes and come on over here."
That was the signal I had been waiting for. I jumped out of my trousers and shorts, pulled my shirt over my head, and was ready for business. I stroked my cock invitingly and walked over to the bed. Cindy pulled her body back, letting me know she wanted no part of me.
"Come over here and throat-fuck me, doll," Mom beckoned me.
"You're kidding. That's what you want?"
"That's what I asked for."
Mother had shocked me the day before by asking me to ram my stiff dick up her ass. Now she wanted me to ram my cock down her throat. It was something I had never done, although I recalled seeing it done once: It was at a wild drunken party I attended in college. Some big Negro stud who was a linebacker on the USC football team slammed his huge peter down a coed's throat. I thought he was gonna choke her to death, especially when the thick load of cum exploded in her mouth. It was an unforgettable experience and now Mom was asking me to do the same thing to her.
I got up on top of her as she sprawled out on her back, letting my cock stand tall just above her mouth. Gripping it firmly with my fingers, I let it slide inside her mouth, gradually lowering it until it was all inside her.
Back and forth I rocked, letting the cock slide around in her mouth. Out of the corner of my eye I could see Cindy watching everything that was going on with interest.
Her hips began to jerk and her eyes narrowed into a sense of urgency as my cock rocked rhythmically back and forth. The first few strokes had been basically cautious ones in that I was fearful of hurting my mother. But when I saw how much she enjoyed what I was doing things took on a completely different slant.
My thick cock was swollen like iron as it pierced the insides of her mouth with staccato strokes. The longer I continued thrusting my cock inside her the more brutally unrestrained my overall attitude became. A stimulating sensation rippled through my entire body as my prick felt electrically alive ramming repeatedly against her tongue.
A familiar tingly feeling engulfed me from the tip of my tongue all the way to my balls as I got set to unleash a violent stream of hot liquid. I gripped her ass tightly and bellowed:
"This is it, doll. I'm almost there."
Several thrusts later I let out a wild sigh. With it came an avalanche of hot juice which Mom desperately tried to swallow in totality. It came so hard and fast, however, that she couldn't swallow it all.
Droplets of hot white cum rolled down both sides of her mouth and she began to choke slightly from the violent impact. She was, however, able to swallow most of my load.
"Didn't that look like fun?" Mom looked over at Cindy and smiled.
"I guess," Cindy said unenthusiastically. .
"Would you like to get Cindy into the act with us?" Mom asked me.
"Only if she wants to be a part of it. I'm not about to treat her cunt like it's framed with gold."
"You're a real wiseass, aren't you?" Cindy snapped bitterly.
"You two shut up," Mom laughed. "You sound like you're married."
Mom got up from the bed and strolled toward the door. She stopped, turned around, and said:
"I'll be back in a second with a big surprise."
As she left the room and I began wondering what she had in store for us next I looked over at Cindy. She was staring into space, her eyes never making contact with mine.
"Tell me something, Cindy," I began.
"What do you want me to tell you?"
"Just one thing. If you thought I was nothing more than poison then why did you come over here with me in the first place?"
"You really wanna know?"
"I wouldn't have asked if I didn't."
"I thought your mother sounded very interesting, and for that reason I'm glad I came."
So that was it, I thought angrily. I built my mother into so intriguing a personality that the highly pronounced lesbian side of Cindy was instantly turned on. I wondered whether the two marriages she told me about actually happened.
As far as I could tell she was a dyke from the word go and that's all she ever would be, even if she was beautiful and well stacked.
Mother returned to the room wearing a dildo, which was strapped securely around her waist. It looked weird seeing that plastic cock pointed out in front of her.
"Are you ever gonna get fucked?" she smiled at Cindy.
"I was hoping that was what you had in mind," Cindy smiled back.
Cindy rolled over on her back and spread her legs widely, eagerly anticipating Mom's initial penetration. Mom, a big grin covering her face, pushed forward, letting the plastic dick enter Cindy's cunt.
"You're tight, baby, real tight," Mom said, letting her fingertips fondle Cindy's breasts while her ass rocked back and forth.
She continued fervently stabbing Cindy's hot box while her fingers switched their flight path to Cindy's ass, which she pinched, then fondled alternately.
"Drive it in me, fuck me," Cindy implored.
"Oh, what a fuck you are. I love it, I love you. Ah, what tits, what ass, what a cunt."
Mother continued eagerly stabbing in and out of Cindy's box for the next few minutes. Finally she stopped, upon which she leaned forward and let her tongue slide around inside the other girl's mouth while her hands were freely roaming over her breasts.
"You like the way my cock fucks you?" Mom whispered.
"Love it."
"Then we're gonna have to do this more often."
"That I'm all for, honey," Cindy said.
"I guess I'll cut out and leave you two lovebirds alone," I got up from the chair I was sitting on.
"Yes I do. How'd you like to play sandwich with us?"
"How'd I what?"
"Oh, let him go," Cindy said disgustedly.
"Now quiet down, Cindy," Mother said soothingly. "Come on over here and I'll be glad to show you what I mean."
I walked over to the bed and stood in front of it.
"Now sprawl over on your side, honey," Mom instructed Cindy.
They both rec-lined on their sides, right next to each other, with just a tiny space separating them. Their cunts faced each other. I had to admit that they made an enormously appetizing sight.
"Now I'm sure you can put your imagination to work and figure out how this game's played if it's called sandwich," Mom looked at me and grinned broadly.
"I get the pitch," I nodded. "You're talking about the human sandwich, and that would be you and Cindy."
"Now you've got the idea," she laughed.
It's great to have a lovely snatch to eat, but even better when you've got two you can nibble on alternately. I thrust my head in between the opening and began nibbling and sucking on Mother's box, figuring that after I got warmed up with her familiar cunt I could switch on over to Cindy, hoping that her coldness would vanish.
I licked and nibbled for a few minutes, when Mom shot. It never did take her long. Then I figured the time was ripe to try on Cindy for size. I let my tongue flip up and down over her snatch as she just lay there on her side, accepting every movement.
She was a beautiful broad by any stretch of the imagination, and I began enjoying the tongue contact so much that I forgot about how big a bitch she had been.
Maybe she had been opposed about having any sex with me before, but it was apparent from the carefree way that her hips and ass were swaying that she liked what I was doing.
"That's it, suck it all out of her, baby," Mom called over to me encouragingly. "Lick her box dry."
Determinedly I continued plunging, letting my hot fingers grip her legs tightly as I slurped wildly. She began sighing erotically as I plunged my tongue as fast as I could.
"Oh, I'm gonna shoot," she exclaimed.
One more burst of energy from my tongue and she did just that, giving me the bust in the mouth I had been after. It gave me a feeling of relief to know I had finally had some sex contact with her, after such terrible problems. Maybe the relationship had thawed.
"Thanks, honey," I threw my arm affectionately around Cindy's shoulders.
"Cut it out," she slipped quickly away.
"What's the matter?"
"Just because you ate my box and I didn't scream doesn't mean that you own me."
"I never did think I owned you. I just wanted to show a little affection, that's all."
"Well, shot it elsewhere."
"Shut up, you two," Mom laughed. "You really do sound like you're married. I'll swear."
I had thought that I was out of the woods with Cindy but as it appeared that was anything but the case. She had tolerated my sucking her, mainly because Mom had wanted her to and also because I was pretty good at it. Now she was acting like she had serious misgivings about the whole thing.
"I guess I'd better be going," Cindy jumped out of bed quickly.
"Wait a minute now," Mom said. "No need to rush."
"No, I've got an engagement over on the other side of town."
"What're you gonna do for a car?" I couldn't help chiding. She had forgotten that I had driven her into the Valley and that her car was in the parking lot behind the bar.
"Oh, that's right," she gritted her teeth disgustedly. "I forgot that I had a ride over here."
"Since I drove you over I'd be willing to drive you back, provided you can stand me for that long," I said, milking my opportunity for all that it was worth.
"Maybe you can drive me," she looked at Mom with a smile that I knew would melt her heart, along with her snatch as well. "That is, if it's not too much trouble."
"No trouble at all, my dear. I'll be dressed in a jiffy."
The lovers conversed in friendly terms as they got into their clothes. Meanwhile I just sat on the end of the bed listening to them.
"I'll be back as soon as I drop Cindy off, dear," Mom smiled at me as she got ready to leave.
"Right. Goodbye, Cindy," I said'.
"Goodbye," Cindy said coldly. As far as I was concerned it would have been better for her to say nothing at all.
After they left I got up slowly from the bed and put on my clothes. I flipped on the stereo, playing some soft blues numbers as I made myself a drink. The dilemma with Mother was ever complicating. I bring home a broad thinking that Mom is at work. To my surprise she's taking a swim in the pool, and to my chagrin she and the broad hit it off so well that I feel like Mr. Left Out.
On top of having the hots for me, Mom also digs women in a big way, judging by the fact that she kept a dildo around the place. I didn't know where all this wild mystery was gonna end but I was stoutly determined to solve it.
Then again, even if I solved nothing, I was assured of a lot of beautiful fucks from Mom as long as I wanted to accept them.
CHAPTER FOUR
Mom let out a wild sigh and pinched my ass as my prick speared her tight cunt.
Alice with electricity, she let her trim ass bounce back and forth as my dick met her cunt with authority. I ran my finger around gently inside her asshole, giving her extra kicks while I set her up for the big clincher-my hard dick popping inside her nest.
"Fuck me, honey, screw me, baby," she implored. "Oh, that's it, the stabs I love. That's it, rock that cock back and forth, let it fly. Oh, that's it, faster, faster, faster."
I continued driving relentlessly, working my cock around with systematic speed, giving her all the sensation she could stand. She ran her fingers up and down my back. Feeling her warm, soft fingers gave me added impetus as I shoved my prick forward into the home stretch.
"Oh, how I love my boy," she gasped, "and how I love his beautiful, wonderful fuck. Screw me, that's it, let that beautiful motion go to work. I love it."
I leaned my head forward, allowing my tongue to maneuver itself sweepingly over her nipples, which caused her sighs to become more pronounced and her ass to flip back and forth more noticeably.
"I'm gonna shoot," she finally declared, "my cunt's gonna burst, baby. See if you can join me. Let that big cock of yours explode in me at the same time."
"Hang on, baby," I said, " 'cause the big explosion's on its way."
I let my tongue enter her mouth. It locked with hers in wild, erotic delight as I came ever closer to triggering my prick off in her hot box. With our tongue wrapped securely around each other my itchy pecker exploded its juices inside her box. At that very same moment her cunt shot.
"Congratulations," she smiled.
"You too," I returned the smile.
"On target orgasm. You can't beat that for thrills."
"If we get any better we'll have to go on tour," Mom laughed. "We'd make the greatest mother and son team ever."
"We could really turn 'em on in the porno theaters."
"I guess we could," Mom laughed happily.
"Well, that was a great fuck. I guess I can get up now and fix us dinner."
"Provided I'm willing to let you up," I grinned.
"Oh, I don't think you'll hold me sex prisoner. For one thing, it isn't necessary, since I'm giving you all you want free gratis. Besides, a growing boy needs his dinner."
"I suppose you're right."
I let her up, admiring her smooth, tight ass as she walked toward the corner of the room where her clothes had been discarded. I had been sipping whiskey and waiting for her return home after she had left the house with Cindy. Once she returned she was hot for a quick fuck. Naturally I complied.
Now I felt like exploring some unanswered questions that had been bugging me ever since I returned home the day before. Since then those intriguing questions had been multiplying. I had to either get some answers fast or go out of my mind with curiosity.
"I hope you're not surprised to hear this," I began as she slipped on her slacks, "but I've been real surprised over the way things have been going since I got back."
"Surprised maybe, but not disappointed, I hope," she looked at me and smiled wryly.
"Hardly. But I mean-well, I've never seen anybody change so radically so fast as you have. What caused the change?"
"I was planning to get around to that. You'll have your answer, honey, in due course."
"Oh, come on," I laughed. "That sounds like the kind of an answer that a politician would come up with. But you're not a politician and I'm not some voter off in the wilderness. I'm your son."
"I'm aware of that. It's just that it will be better for both of us if the answer is provided later in a different way than me talking right now."
"There is one, though, that I really wish you could answer now, without playing any cat and mouse. I thought you worked at a bank in downtown Reseda. Either you got back home earlier yesterday than usual, you took the day off, or you don't work there anymore."
"Your third possibility is the correct one," she acknowledged. "I quit working there about a month after your leave ended the last time you were home."
"Mind telling me why?"
"That answer is tied in completely with the answer to why I've changed so much since the last time you saw me."
"So you won't answer that one either?"
"Not right now, baby."
"Then I guess that's that."
"For now it is," she agreed.
I never asked another question the rest of the night. I was angered by her evasiveness. She obviously didn't want to tell me about herself, at least as of then, and I couldn't help wondering if her promise to reveal all later was no more than a tactic to get the pressure off of her.
That night I began considering something that I'd systematically been avoiding ever since I returned home-the question of finding a job. It was an unpleasant topic since I had no prospects whatsoever, and didn't even have a clear-cut idea what I wanted to do.
I had gone through four years of college with the singular purpose of getting a degree. Beyond that I never bothered contemplating anything. I just wanted to get out of school with a degree, so I wound up majoring in Psychology, 'cause I liked it, and got a degree in it.
It was all too clear to me that I didn't really qualify for anything, and I had very little practical experience in anything to speak of. I'd have to just start for scratch and hope I'd find something that would turn me on.
Mom hadn't mentioned anything about me going out to find work, and I had only been home one full day, but I realized I'd be bored as hell just sitting around drinking beer and whiskey. Sure, there was always screwing, but the screwing would be there if I worked as well.
Not only was I concerned about the boredom factor-I also felt that it was time I tried to prove myself at something other than how many beers I could drink or broads I could screw. I wanted to accomplish something on my own.
I got to bed early that night, spurning an offer by Mom to have sex. I told her that I would have loved to, but thought it best to get plenty of rest so I'd be ready to get out in the morning and look for work. I wanted to get a fresh start in every respect, and for that reason even laid off the screwing for the night in that it might serve as a distraction.
Well, the next morning and afternoon proved highly disillusioning. I found out quickly just how competitive the job picture was, and how tough it was for a guy like me, who had no proven experience in any given area, to locate a job. Times were tough, things couldn't have been more intensely competitive, and I had no experience.
The employment agencies I visited were all helpful, but also coldly realistic. College degrees, it turned out, were as plentiful as could be. No, it didn't appear that mine would give me that much of an advantage, if any at all, they told me honestly.
It was just a few minutes past four when I arrived home. I had thought of stopping at Lou's for a beer on the way home, but nixed the idea when I decided that Cindy might be there. I didn't wanna see that brassy little cunt after the humiliating way she'd treated me the day before. On top of the job frustrations it would have been just too much to take.
There was a sparkling new Lincoln Continental parked in the driveway as I arrived home. Naturally my curiosity was instantly aroused over who was visiting Mom.
The door was locked and all the shades were drawn. I knocked several times, making each succeeding knock a little louder than the one which had preceded it. Finally my impatience got the better of me and I began to pound rather than knock.
"Who is it?" I heard Mom's voice snap peevishly. "It's Harry."
"Don't you have a key?"
"No."
"Oh, that's right. I forgot to get you one. Well, the back door's open. You mind coming in that way, dear? I'm ... I'm very tied up right now, as you'll see when you come in." I then heard the sound of muffled giggling.
"Okay," I said with more than a little tone of disgust.
I entered the gate and walked through the backyard to the rear door. I opened it and walked inside. I heard sounds of giggles coming from the direction of the bedroom.
"Now what?" I murmured to myself.
As I opened the door and stood in the bedroom doorway I observed a handsome, distinguished appearing man with white hair in bed with Mom. She giggled like a schoolgirl as he held a container of whipped cream in his hand.
"Cream me, baby," she laughed.
"With pleasure," the man replied in a smooth, resonant voice.
He held Mom's right arm and shot whipped cream underneath her armpit, causing her to burst out in laughter. Then he held up the left arm and did the same.
The white-haired man's body was well tanned, just like Mom's, and his naked frame was trim and athletic looking. He gave the first impression of being a veteran golf professional or something on a similar order.
"Now to go after the whipped cream," he said.
He lowered his head and plunged full speed ahead, letting his tongue go to work in Mom's right armpit. While she giggled he enthusiastically lapped up the white cream.
"Oh, that feels so good," she sighed.
He stuck with the sucking until he lapped up every drop of cream from her right arm. Then he did the same to her left, precipitating some more giggling in the process.
"What is this, whipped cream time?" I finally said.
"Don't you believe in knocking?" Mom looked up and said. The white-haired man just stared.
"I heard some sounds and came in."
"And you were intrigued by what you saw?" the white-haired man grinned.
"I guess you could say that."
"I was only kidding, baby," Mom smiled. "Actually I wanted you to come in and watch. And to meet Eddie. Eddie, this is my son Harry."
"So I gathered," Eddie grinned broadly. He jumped spryly out of bed and pumped my hand. He was a big man and had a good firm grip. "Nice to meet you, Harry."
"Same here," I said, though I wasn't really sure. I was reserving judgment on Eddie.
"I met Eddie since the last time you were home, dear," Mom explained. "He's been an absolute dear, and did wonders in bringing me out of my state of depression."
"She gives me more credit than I deserve," Eddie said. "If anything, she's helped me enormously instead of the other way around."
"Don't listen to him," Mom said. "He's too modest for his own good."
"I guess you're happy to be back home," Eddie said.
"I sure am."
"Well, around here we don't make war, like what you were used to doing," Eddie smiled broadly, looking Mom's way. "We concentrate on making love and have a blast."
by that time Eddie apparently thought it was time to get back to action. He picked up the contained of whipped cream once more, this time emptying the remainder of its contents in Mom's snatch. By the time he was through you couldn't see as much as a hair on her box.
"Now for a little dessert," he laughed, falling back down on his knees in bed as Mom wore a smile of contentment.
His tongue went to work with jet-propelled efficiency as he speedily gobbled down whipped cream. He was so fast and effective that before I knew it he was down to the part that rested next to her snatch.
"Now for the best part," he grinned.
"Oh, it feels so good," Mom said. "Keep it up."
He wasn't about to stop then, judging from the look of determination on his face and the way he wielded his tongue. He flipped it wildly and enthusiastically until there wasn't as much as a drop of whipped cream left, which left nothing other than pure unadulterated pussy to work on.
"Go after my juice, baby, suck me dry," she gasped.
Eddie ran a hand up and down her thigh wildly as his tongue continued concentrating on her hot box. Her legs were trembling with the keen anticipation of shooting.
"Oh, this is it," she finally gasped.
And it was. I watched the juice shoot from her snatch. Eddie devoured it in several gulps, then planted a kiss of appreciation on Mom's lips. By then I was so hot that I wanted in on the action.
"How about letting me take a turn now," I suggested.
"Be my guest," Eddie jumped up from the bed cooperatively.
I undressed quickly while Mom waited in a reclining position.
"This time I want you to plant that hot pecker of yours in my cunt," she told me.
"That's fine with me," I quickly replied.
"It looks like he's hot for action," Eddie exclaimed as he got a look at my big cock.
"That boy of mine's like me. He's always ready for action."
I was certainly ready for action by then, after having been stimulated by Eddie's cream and cunt licking exhibition. He looked like the kind of guy who was burning with talent both in bed and out.
"Go get her, Harry," Eddie said encouragingly. "Put that flaming hot pecker to work."
"I plan to," I said determinedly.
Not wanting to waste any time, I spread out on the bed and inserted my hot fuckstick into her cunt. Under other circumstances I would have gone about things at a leisurely clip, but with my prick burning with anticipation by watching Eddie's sucking exhibition I was extra eager to get my rocks off.
"Oh, you're wielding that thing like a spear," Mom said, "and I love every stab. Stab me good."
I let my fingers roam around her tits as I let my prick plunge in and out of her tight box with searing rapidity, getting each of us more worked up with every succeeding stroke.
"Kiss me, honey, I'm about to go," Mom gasped.
I threw my arms around her and let my tongue slide inside her mouth. Our tongues locked while my prick continued flipping back and forth in high gear.
Mom shot and I followed suit a few strokes later. After my hot juice had bolted out of the end of my fuckstick I collapsed in her arms.
"You two are some wild fuckers," Eddie laughed. "Matter of fact, look how you impressed me.
We both turned our heads toward him and observed his huge dick, which he pointed proudly toward us.
"I was jerking on it, and I could've made it anytime I'd wanted to," he said, "but I figured why waste a good load when I've got a beautiful woman around here who's always dying to taste another good load of juice."
"That's right," Mom nodded emphatically.
"How about sucking it dry. It's not gonna take much effort on your part since I'm almost there."
"I'd wanna suck a dick like that even if it would take all day to get it off."
"Leave it to that mother of yours to come up with answers," Eddie looked at me and winked. At first I had been uptight about him fucking with my mother, but the longer I got to know him the more reassured he made me feel. He struck you as the type of guy you could always retain complete confidence in, the kind who could keep his cool even in the face of the most intense attack the Vietcong could muster, to use a Vietnam analogy.
"She's some kind of woman," I acknowledged, sliding over to the end of the bed, giving Eddie room to make his grand entrance.
As I sat on the edge of the bed and watched with interest, Eddie walked slowly toward the bed, a sensuous grin on his lips, holding his big cock invitingly in his fingers.
"Oh, but that looks good," Mom smiled appreciatively.
"And it's all for you."
"Then what are we waiting for? Feed it to me."
"That's what I'm here for."
He hunched over slightly over the edge of the bed, letting his big dick lower slowly and gradually until it entered Mom's mouth. He kept feeding her more and more of his prick until finally it was all in.
"Eat it raw, doll," he encouraged, running his fingers tenderly through her hair as she commenced pumping up and down.
Eddie operated like a well-oiled machine when it came to sex. Nothing ever rattled him or caused him to vary his pace until he wanted to. When he did vary it it was with gradualness. He'd let things build until they reached a stirring crescendo.
He continued feeding her cock a little bit at a time, taking some away, then putting it back in. His movements were never jerky, always methodical. Meanwhile he kept his fingers busy. At first they stroked her hair, then they worked their way down to her tits. Finally they located her cunt, which they stroked fondly.
When Eddie began stroking Mom's pussy her de sire for his cock greatly intensified. Noticing her passions quickly accentuating, Eddie flipped his cock back and forth inside her mouth with greater speed. He was nearing orgasm and Mom was dying to taste him.
"Here it comes, baby. I'm gonna fuck you in the mouth," Eddie exclaimed with a passionate grin.
She grabbed hold of his balls, tugging preciously as his cock plunged into her mouth one more time. As Eddie let out a gasp of erotic relief I watched the hot white liquid pour into her mouth.
Mom tried valiantly to suck in every drop, but didn't quite make it. It was a huge load, enough to engulf anybody, and some of it dropped down the sides of her mouth. Aside for a very little bit that was wasted, however, Mother swallowed almost everything that had soared from his dick.
"Tell you what. Since our little party here was so successful," Eddie said within seconds after he had shot his load, "and since we're still celebrating Harry's return from Vietnam, and since this is my first chance to meet this fine handsome young man I've been hearing so much about from his proud mother, what do you say I treat you both to dinner tonight. Let's go out, drink and eat to our heart's content, and enjoy ourselves."
"That sounds absolutely great," Mom said with delight. "How about it, Harry? You free tonight?"
"Yeah, I'm free."
I didn't know whether I was doing the right thing by going along. After all, there was no telling how late we'd be out and how drunk I might get. Like it or not, I still had to face the unpleasant prospects of trying to find myself a job, which, as far as I was concerned, meant getting an early start in the morning.
But by then I was feeling in a devil-may-care mood, and was still disgusted by all the pessimistic news I had heard earlier in the day about how hard it would be to place me. I figured that going out and loosening up a little might be just the ticket for me. Not only that, but I was learning to genuinely like Eddie, who loomed as an interesting guy. And I was curious to learn all I could about the extent of the involvement with my mother. It was easy to observe first-hand that they were very close, apparently physically as well as emotionally.
Mom called me aside while Eddie was mixing himself a drink in the other room, stressing the importance of getting dressed up to go out.
"I know this guy, baby, and when he says he's gonna take you out it's always someplace nice, never some lousy hash house," she told me.
"He strikes me as that kind of guy," I nodded.
"Isn't he wonderful?" she smiled.
"Yeah, he seems like a pretty good guy."
As we got into Eddie's Continental and headed down toward Ventura Boulevard I started feeling like a guy torn straight down the middle. As I said, I couldn't help but admire Eddie, who was so cool, classy and self-assured, but there was a side of me that also found myself feeling jealous of him. After all, we were both putting the make on the same woman, my mother. Since I had had but a short time to share sex intimacies with dear old Mom after returning from the Army, I felt a little uptight over the idea of Eddie moving in for frequent sex that might interfere with my own action.
Not only did he look stylish but he dressed the same way. He was wearing a charcoal suit tailored to perfection. It fit him like a glove.
The place where he took us to dinner was one of the finer steak houses in the Valley. It was located on Ventura Boulevard in the heart of the West Valley.
The head waiter, who greeted Eddie by name, seemed as impressed by him as I was. He put us at the best possible table, right in front of a colorful fire place set-up.
"I'd like to start off the evening with a magnum of champagne and three glasses," Eddie told the waitress. "We're celebrating the return of this young man from Vietnam."
"Wonderful," the waitress smiled broadly.
We had no less than two bottles of champagne before getting into our steak dinner. Mother and I were definitely feeling the effects of our drinks. As for Eddie, he remained as cool, poised and self-assured as always. It looked like there was no possible way to whip him.
About the time I was digging into my juicy steak with enthusiasm Eddie began asking me questions about what I was planning to do for a living now that I was out of the Army. The question really hit me in the guts, since it was a particularly sore point with me.
"Right now I have no prospects," I said sadly.
"Things are real tough," he quickly sympathized. "And lots of times it's even harder when a guy's gotta make a readjustment after getting out of the service. Tell you what. You have anything planned tomorrow?"
"No definite plans. I was planning to go job hunting."
"Drop over to my place," he reached into his shirt pocket and took out an engraved card, which contained his name, address, and phone number, handing it to me. "Let's have a talk. I might be able to help you out. Make it anytime after eleven."
"Yes, men of leisure don't like to be disturbed before that," Mom quipped laughingly.
"So right you are, my dear."
Eddie looked around to see if anybody was watching. When he could see that the coast was clear he reached underneath the table and ran his hand around Mom's leg. The guy was like me, he couldn't stop thinking about sex, even at the dinner table.
Following a delicious meal and some after dinner drinks Eddie drove us back home. Mom asked him in for a nightcap but he declined, telling her that he had business to take care of.
"That's your big problem," Mom grinned, putting her hand over his pants where the outline of his cock was, "you're all work and no play."
"Come now," he laughed. "I always manage to get in a little bit of each."
We said goodnight. Mom and I watched Eddie drive off. It was still early in the evening, but I was so groggy from all the drinks I'd had that I was ready to turn in.
"How does that guy do it?" I asked with incredulity as we got inside.
"Do what, dear?" Mom asked.
"I mean, how does he keep going? He screws like hell, has a lot of champagne and stuff to drink, then he rides off as cool as can be like he hasn't done a thing all day."
"That man's got real style," she said with admiration.
I awakened fairly early the next morning after a long night of uninterrupted sleep. I sat around and read the morning paper until Mom got up and fixed us breakfast.
After breakfast I took a long, warm shower as I anticipated driving over to visit Eddie. I deliberated on what I should wear, wondering just what would be most likely to make a good impression on a class guy. I finally decided that, since I was meeting him at his house, I shouldn't dress formally. I put on a sport outfit, sport shirt and slacks, rather than a suit.
The card listed a Hollywood adress. His house took me so long to find that it was almost eleven-thirty when I arrived, even though I had left home intending to arrive there about eleven.
It was nestled up in the Hollywood Hills overlooking the sprawling city of Hollywood below. Fortunately there wasn't much smog in the air so I got a beautiful view of what lay below.
To reach Eddie's place I had to pass through a series of winding little narrow streets. But when I finally reached it I recognized that the drive was worth my while. Just one breathtaking look convinced me of that. The house rested near a ledge, with huge rocky walls on both sides and in back of it to insure complete privacy. On top of that there wasn't a house within one hundred yards on either side of him.
As for the house itself, it was a masterful two story job with double doors in front. It was an impressive monument who looked and acted like someone who belonged in a place like it.
I rang the doorbell. He took several minutes to answer the door, looking rested and distinguished in a light brown robe with his initials: EK on the front. He was Eddie Kingsley, Mr. Self Confidence.
"Harry, do come in please," he smiled, gripping my hand warmly as he showed me in the door.
I couldn't help but be impressed by the interior of the place. There was a panoramic picture window in the living room through which you could look into the backyard and see his huge swimming pool and patio, then beyond, the city itself.
He fixed us each a drink, pushing a button on the wall, after which a bar slid out. I sipped the whiskey slowly as he showed me to a seat on the sofa. Then he went into his story, beginning with how he had met my mother.
"I don't blame you if you're a little skeptical of me, Harry, don't blame you at all," he said soothingly, pausing long enough to take a sip from his glass and stare through the gigantic picture window to the city which rested beyond. "If our positions were reversed you can rest assured that I would be more than a little skeptical. After all, you're used to your mother being one type of woman, very shy and reserved, then you return home and find a sexpot. That's quite an adjustment to make, and then you're surprised even more when this sexpot wants to have sex with you. You had trouble reckoning with all this, didn't you?"
"Yeah, and I'm still having trouble. By that I mean I haven't begun to figure everything out."
"No, I don't suppose you have. That's one of the reasons why I asked you over. You see, your mother and I talked this very point over, and she decided it would be much easier for me to reveal certain pertinent points than it would be for her."
"I understand. Go ahead."
"Well, I'm the man who, more than anybody else, was responsible for changing your mother from the way she was into the way she is now. I met her when she was working at a bank. I had occasion to go in there to withdraw some money. Well, she was so high classed, attractive, and cooperative that when I went back there in the future I always made sure I went back to her. I could see that she was lacking in confidence and that something was missing in her life. I took things into my own hands by asking her out to lunch. I did my best to charm her, and succeeded at least to the point of making her life quite a bit better.
"Well, from there things began to develop further. I started taking her out to dinner, took her over to my place. I did everything but fuck her. I knew that to resort to a grandstand play so early in the game would be damaging. I knew that would scare her off, so instead I played things coolly. I began to make little suggestions that she wear her hair a certain way, think about wearing a certain style of clothes. I thought she was far too conservative, keeping her attributes hidden."
"I know what you mean," I conceded with a nod.
"Yes. Anyway, after a while I started buying her some of the latest fashions, including some provocative slack outfits and some minis. At first she looked at me like I was nuts. When I held my ground and told her she would look great in those styles she decided to give them a try. Needless to say I was right.
"After I got her confidence built up the sex relationship quickly took shape. We went to bed for the first time over at my place one night after a quiet dinner. It all started when. I leaned over next to her on the sofa, the stereo playing soft, romantic music in the background, and began kissing and licking her ear lobes.
"She came immediately alive and began panting heavily. I knew that she had been dying for somebody to go to bed with her for a long time, probably since right after your father died. Well, I wasn't about to let this beautiful, youthful looking woman go to waste for lack of attention.
"My fingers circled her breasts, which got her even hotter. From there I began undoing her dress, then her bra. Finally I pulled off her panties and let my head reach down into her snatch. I kissed it tenderly. All it took were several kisses and she was ready to explode.
"She would have exploded right in my mouth then and there, but I wanted to give her a chance to receive me, which was what I figured she really wanted. I positioned her down on the rug, her legs trembling wildly as she panted for all she was worth. I would have preferred making love to her in the bedroom, but there wasn't time for that. She was raring to go right then and there.
"I let my fingers massage her legs gently as I reared back and pushed my cock inside her. As I stabbed her repeatedly her ass reared back and met my every charge. When she got rolling she became one of the most sexually uninhibited as well as appealing women I had ever had sex with, and there have been quite a few of them.
"After I shot once inside her she began kissing me longingly like the love-starved woman she was. I had her fondle my cock until it was back up to where it had been before. Then I screwed her a second time. After that we went into the bedroom and fell asleep next to each other. In the morning we awakened ready for more action. This time I wanted her to suck my cock. She did a magnificent job of it, after which I went down on her. It was a night and morning to remember."
"So you've been going together ever since and living happily ever after," I concluded.
"Not so fast, my young man," he held up a cautioning hand. "There's more to follow. Before long, after we became very close friends, I mean intimate friends, she started telling me about how tiring it was working at the bank, but how she wished she had some kind of productive endeavor to keep herself busy with. Then I offered her a job with my company."
"What kind of company is that?" my curiosity was really aroused as I took a final swallow from my drink. Eddie Kingsley jumped up from his chair and refilled both our glasses.
Finally he resumed conversation.
"I'd like to work into that gradually, to spare any unnecessary shock," Eddie explained. "I offered your mother a chance to work as a phone receptionist in my big operation. She spent her time working out of an office talking to successful, high quality men setting up appointments. At first she was happy, then she asked if she could have a job in another phase of my company's operations. Well, at first I was startled by the request that she made, but after I-saw how determined she was I gave in."
"For damned sake spare me anymore mystery," I said impatiently.
"Okay, okay. I ... I do hope you'll understand and take the right attitude. You see, Harry, I have what is undoubtedly the highest classed and probably the wealthiest client sex service in the entire West. I don't know of anybody who can match me here in the LA area, and there are only one or two operations in Las Vegas that are in my league."
"You mean you're trying to tell me-" I jumped to my feet in amazement.
"Yes, your mother sells her body and at a very high price. She's very much in demand."
"I don't know what to do, whether I should slug you or what."
"I knew it would come as a surprise to you, but I don't imagine it is nearly as much of a shock now after seeing how uninhibited your mother has been acting."
"No, I guess not," I had to admit.
"Believe me when I tell you, Harry," he leaned forward and looked into my eyes earnestly, "that I didn't do anything to encourage her at all. As a matter-of-fact I actively discouraged, telling her that it would be very hard for her to make such an adjustment, and that if she wanted to get into another line of work I'd see one of my many influential friends in town and try to get her some kind of a challenging job. But she wouldn't hear of it. She wanted to work in a sex capacity. I mean, what could I tell her when she said it would be just the thing to bring her out? There was just no stopping her."
"No, I can see what you mean. Sorry about threatening to slug you."
"Think nothing of it," he smiled. "Anyway, now that you've heard all about where things stand and you know my line of business, maybe we can talk confidentially about you."
"You mean about a job for me?" I laughed.
"I have a challenging position in my company for a personable young man like yourself. I mean, if the prospect of doing something like this wouldn't be offensive to you."
"What's the pay like?"
"Excellent, and the hours are short. Let's face it, a virile, handsome young guy like you spends most of his time, or at least a lot of it, chasing willing girls anyway. Isn't that right?"
"Yeah."
"Well then, this will save you the bother of having to chase them. You'll fuck them, high-classed, good looking women, on a straight referral basis."
"You've just gotta be putting me on," I suddenly burst into an unexplainable siege of laughter.
"Am I? Maybe I can begin showing you right now that I'm not." With that he turned his head toward the hallway and said: "Ginny, can you come down here? Ginny."
Within seconds I heard the patter of footsteps on the stairs. Next thing I knew my dick was as hard as a rock as I stared straight into the eyes of a beautiful blonde who was standing before us naked as the day she was born.
She was the kind of girl that had so much of everything that you could hardly ask for anything more. Her tits were firm and generously endowed, her hips slim and beautifully tapered, her ass tight and compact. On top of that her hair was a glistening blonde and her eyes a fantastic oceanic shade of blue.
"Did you call, Master?" she looked at Eddie and smiled.
"Yes. Would you tell Harry who you work for?"
"Of course." She faced me, a pleasant smile on her face. "I work for Eddie, and do quite well. Actually he's a very kind and understanding boss, and all he wants is a little affection now and then to tide him over, which I'm more than willing to give him."
"From the looks of the way his pecker's sticking out between his pants it looks like our friend Harry could use a little affection from you right now," Eddie observed with a grin.
"My but it looks nice and long," she winked at me suggestively. "Not only that but he's pretty cute."
"Then do something about it," Eddie encouraged.
"Got anything particular in mind?" she asked.
"Yeah, give him one of your patented blow jobs. If that doesn't make him a believer then nothing will."
"Just looking at hers enough to make a believer out of me for life," I said, my heart thumping wildly. I was dying for any kind of contact with this beautiful dame.
"What a sweet thing to say," she cooed as she walked over my way. "I'll give you a suck you'll never forget."
She unzipped my pants and grabbed ahold of my cock.
"C'mon, honey, and sprawl out on the floor," she suggested.
She quickly followed up on the suggestion by pulling on the end of my cock, encouraging me demonstrably to get out of my chair. I got out of it and let her guide me to a point in the middle of the rug, where I sat down.
"Oh what a juicy looking stick," she exclaimed. "Am I ever gonna have a blast getting around that."
She tickled my balls while she ran her fingers over the tip of my prick. It was so hot and excited that I couldn't take much finger exercise without exploding on the spot.
"Let's get into the sucking," I gasped.
"My but you're the impatient one," she laughed. "Can't I just play with this cute little peter for awhile?"
"He's not the one who's so impatient," Eddie exclaimed. "It's his prick that can't wait."
"That's right," I nodded with urgency. "I'm just about ready."
"Then let's do something about that, sweetheart," she said with carefree enthusiasm.
Her fingers went to work on my prick while her tongue glided up and down the pole. Ginny's tempo was rapid without being overly so, smooth and efficient, just the kind of a blow job one would expect to receive from somebody skilled.
"C'mon, baby, keep it up, suck me faster," I gasped. "I'm just about there, just about ready to fill your mouth."
To give her extra kicks I reached around to her cunt, which I began massaging while her tongue was darting around my prick. The longer I fingered her cunt the faster and more frequent her up and down head job movements became.
I lay back and relaxed momentarily after my cock had shot. But Ginny wasn't about to let me rest for long. Next thing I knew she was tugging at my hair.
"Hey, let's finish that unfinished work on my cunt," she said. "I want you to suck me."
"Turnabout is fair play," Eddie, very much the interested spectator, laughed loudly.
"Okay, doll, I'd love to taste you," I said.
Ginny couldn't have looked more gorgeous as she sprawled out on her ass, her bushy cunt staring at me. I decided to have some fun with a few preliminaries first, so I let my lips crash against hers several times, then allowed my tongue to enter inside her mouth. After our tongues locked for a few minutes I broke our passionate French kiss. I let my fingers travel down to her pendulous breasts, which I massaged gently with just the right touch.
"Oh, I love the way you handle those tits," she sighed.
"Yes, Harry's a good tits man, along with everything else," Eddie spoke up.
It gave me an added feeling of confidence to hear Eddie, a guy in the know, a man who knew what he was doing either in bed or out, heaping that kind of praise on me. It made me feel more powerful sexually to have him in my corner.
Following a few more smooth finger strokes on her tits, I let my tongue drop down to the voluptuous cleavage which separated them. Up and down my tongue darted as Ginny began gasping noticeably.
"Oh, get into the sucking," she begged. "I need it, I need it right now, right away."
"Okay, baby, you're gonna get it," I promised.
I let my fingers return to her tits while my tongue dropped down to her moist mound, which I set out to make even moister. I probed cautiously at first, giving her the chance to get turned on all at once through a fiery crescendo.
"Suck her, Harry old buddy," Eddie called out.
I took a look at Eddie and noticed that he was still sitting in his chair. The major difference between then and a few minutes before, however, was that before he had had a drink in his hand. Now the drink was resting atop a table as his fingers were being put to use pumping up and down on his prick as he watched me eat out Ginny's box.
"Suck me, honey, I need it, I need your loving," Ginny sighed.
Her legs trembled and my fingers massaged them as my tongue raced frantically, covering every crevice of her snatch. It flipped back and forth wildly until she finally gripped her fingers on my back, let out a huge sigh, and shot a load of pussy into my mouth.
"You're all right, honey," she tucked me on the chin affectionately. "I hope we'll be meeting again."
"I'm hoping that Harry will join our team," Eddie said.
"Great. Hope he does. The girls will really love him. He's something else. I could fuck with him all day and night."
"I'll take you up on that sometime," I grinned, " 'cause there's nobody around I'd want to fuck day and night more than you."
"How sweet."
She kissed my lips fondly.
"Now I'd appreciate it, honey, if you'd let me get my thrills," Eddie pointed to his hard dick.
"How foolish of me," she laughed. "Why sure."
He calmly sat back in his chair and let Ginny take over. She fondled his cock in her fingers for a few minutes, then gradually worked her way into the sucking, spending a few minutes sucking his balls to get him even more in the mood.
But it didn't take much warming up to get Eddie to reach the point where he was ready to shoot. His cock was anxious, as always, for some hot sex. Ginny applied her tongue effectively just as she had with me, flipping it up and down with precision speed.
While she sucked she continued running her fingers around his balls. Before long he delivered his juice into her mouth, making both of them triumphantly happy.
"Mission accomplished," Ginny grinned.
"Is that what you think of this as? A mission?"
"Well, a good mission. The kind a girl really waits to get sent on."
"Do I send you?" Eddie was smiling.
"You'd better believe it."
"That's good. Now, my dear, I'd appreciate it if you'd leave the young man and myself alone. We have some business to talk over."
"Okay. I've really gotta be going anyway."
"Yes, you have an appointment tonight."
"Right, that wealthy director over in Brentwood whose wife is away with the kids."
"Yeah, well you ought take care of him good and proper." He patted her affectionately on the ass.
"I think so," she nodded. Then she turned and gave me a friendly smile. "Nice meeting you, Harry."
"You too, Ginny."
I watched that cute ass flounce sexily as she walked up the stairs. The next sound I heard was water running in the bathroom. Ginny was apparently taking a shower.
"So, what do you think of her?" Eddie asked.
"What do you think? Too much to believe."
"Well, my entire retinue of young ladies are all too much to believe, along with your dear mother. Come upstairs with me and I'll show you."
I followed him upstairs and into a huge bedroom with a magnificent mountain view. He pointed to a series of beaver shots on the wall of the most fantastic looking women I had ever seen. They ranged in age from their early twenties to their early forties. Two faces looked familiar-Mom's and Ginny's.
"Is this an impressive enough stable to suit you?" he looked at me with a straight face as he asked.
"Is it ever."
"You see, if I'm here alone and in danger of going to bed horny I can always look up on the wall aid get all the inspiration a man could ever need to jack off by. And what a feeling of satisfaction to know that you've had sex with each and every one of these beautiful women."
"I guess that would give you quite a thrill."
"Well, my young man, if you apply yourself right there's a good chance you could wind up making every one of them and a number of others besides. After all, you've already scored with two of them."
"Yes, I have."
"So what do you think? Would you like to work for me?"
"Just one question. Would this be straight hetere trade?"
"If you would prefer."
"I'd prefer. I mean if I'm gonna do it at all, it's gonna be just with women. I know all about guys who make a living doing it with other guys."
"I'll respect your wishes there and confine your activities to women. We do have a line of hand some men of all ages. Some of them just make it with women, some make it strictly with other men, and some combine their activities between the two. The same principle applies among the women."
"I imagine that my mother screws women as well as men."
"Yes, as a matter-of-fact she does. How'd you guess?"
"One night I brought a beautiful broad home to lay her and Mom wound up stealing the show from me."
"You can't win 'em all," he chuckled. "Actually our women don't get nearly as many calls from other women for ... servicing as do men from other men. It does happen, though. Now do you have anymore questions? Anything that's bothering you?"
"No, I guess you've explained it all. As a matter-of-fact, you seem to have a gift for explaining it all."
"You're not the only person who has told me that. In fact your mother told me almost the same thing, with one variation."
"What was that?"
"She said I had a way of showing it all."
"I guess she was right there."
We shared a laugh. Ginny stepped out of the bathroom moments later, wearing a bright blue mini and white boots.
"Bye now," she waved to both of us.
"Goodbye," we both said.
"She's a dedicated girl," Eddie exclaimed as she walked down the stairs. "She was kind enough to come over here minutes after I called her last night. I got horny all of a sudden about one in the morning. She hadn't been home long after finishing a customer."
"That's the kind of dedication I like to hear about," I nodded.
CHAPTER FIVE
I went out on my first call for Eddie the following night at nine o'clock. It was a stately mansion in Beverly Hills not far away from City Hall.
An attractive woman who looked to be in her middle forties-but exceedingly well preserved-answered the door. Her hair was a striking chestnut color and her eyes brown. She had long lashes that gave her a sensuous quality, when coupled with her thick red lips. As for her figure, it too looked very good, at least what was observable from beneath the pale blue robe she wore.
"I'm Ann," she extended her right hand graciously and smiled as she let me in the door.
"Hi, I'm Harry," I smiled.
I tried to convey an air of confidence that wasn't really there. Though I'd certainly done more than my share of screwing during my young life I was anything but used to the practice of going to strange women's houses for a price. A slight nervousness ran through me. Knowing that I was there in this majestic house for the purposes of fulfilling a professional purpose put sex in a completely different light than what it had been in previously.
"The bedroom's this way," she led me matter-of-factly through the living and dining rooms to a bedroom which was almost as spacious and glamorous as Eddie's. "Let me show you how I've been getting into the mood." Ann, never batting an eye, handed me a series of magazine photos depicting men and women screwing. They were some of the most wildly erotic I had ever seen.
"You're getting me hot looking at this," I grinned.
"Why do you suppose I showed them to you, Harry? After all, isn't that the name of the game?"
"Yes, I suppose so."
She peered down at my hard prick, which she easily observed through the outline of my trousers.
"You have magnificent size," she exclaimed, running her fingers through the trousers and on to my prick. "How I wish my husband had something like this going for him."
"What's wrong with him?" I asked, realizing seconds afterward that I had asked a stupid question that was none of my damned business.
"Too much booze and too much age," she revealed. "He's quite a bit older than I am. He gets his jollies mainly from staying at the office all night and figuring out new ways to make money. That he's good at, and that's why I've stayed with him. But enough for him. I'd like to concentrate on you, and I'll start by getting you stripped for action."
Never cracking a smile or showing any outward display of emotion, she systematically pulled off all of my clothes. After she had finished with my underwear she took hold of my cock and held it erect as she inspected the rest of my body.
"Yes, you're a fine specimen, a welcome addition to Eddie's proud stable. But we're not here to throw bouquets. We're here to have sex. So if you please, will you remove my robe."
She made sex sound like some kind of a routine chore, which it might well have been with her. At any rate I was determined to make a solid impression in my first outing for Eddie. I had the impression that he might have been deliberately throwing a demanding toughie my way in an effort to test my mettle. After all, I was on trial. With the kind of money that Eddie was paying his help and demanding from his highly influential clients there was no room for second rate efforts.
I pulled off her robe and let out a gasp as I got my first look at her gorgeous form. Her body would have done ample justice to any gal of twenty-five.
"You take good care of yourself," I said, my cock bubbling over with instant anxiety.
"I try to. Nothing wrong with the way you're put together, either. But, like I said before, we're not here to throw bouquets at each other."
Ann leaned forward at that point, letting her big firm bosom rub erotically against my chest. Her lips pressed against mine, then her tongue entered inside my mouth. As our tongues flipped back and forth against each other, creating wildly unrestrained friction, Ann let her fingers travel down exploringly to my cock. She let her fingers run up and down it several times, then let them go to work fondling my balls.
Picking up her cue, I let my fingers explore her pussy, causing her to tremble slightly with erotic satisfaction.
Finally she broke our kiss. Her cheeks were reddening with excitement. Maybe her face never changed expression but other parts of her were letting me know that she was plenty hot.
"You take a bath honey before coming over here?"
"I sure did."
"You bathe all over?"
"From head to toe and every stop in between," I nodded firmly.
"That's good, 'cause I'm gonna give you another nice bath right now. You ready for your second bath of the night?"
"Baby, I'm ready for anything," I replied as sexily as I knew how.
"Okay, honey, that's good, 'cause I'm ready to shoot the works."
Ann rolled me over on the bed, breathing like a bitch in heat. She propped me on my stomach atop a pillow, then parted my legs slightly with her fingers. Then she plunged ahead with her tongue, lashing up and down until I tingled with sensation.
"Oh, can you suck," I exclaimed, my ass flipping back and forth with every stroke.
Back and forth her tongue flipped in rapid-fire motion until my cock was blazing hot.
"Turn over, honey," she commanded soothingly, slapping me across the ass with her fingers.
I turned over, after which she went to work on my ears. She began by kissing and nibbling on the ends of them, then Ann went to work on the earlobes. After she gave me a few love bites around the ears she thrust her tongue inside my left ear, flipping it around briskly.
Deciding it was time to move on, she let her tongue drop to my stomach, which she went to work on vigorously. She let it slide up and down, then back and forth, in sweeping movements.
"You're a sucking fiend and I love every second of it," I gasped, "but my dick's getting so hard that I can't take any more."
"Okay, I was just getting around to that," she said calmly.
This Ann chick was just too much to believe. She never changed expressions and didn't seem to be the least bit turned on with what she was doing. But appearances were deceiving and it was obvious from the way she was going after me that she was aroused, whether she let on otherwise or not.
Finally her tongue dropped down to between my legs. My cock was as hard as brick by then, and eager to crash into her mouth. Up and down she applied her tongue with systematic strokes, causing my breath to shorten and my legs to tremble. "I dig the action," I gasped. "Keep it up." She kept it up, picking up the pace until she was sucking at a whirlwind clip, getting me more aroused with every stroke. "Tickle my balls a little, honey," I suggested. I was getting used to having my balls tickled all the time by the beautiful broads who were going down on me, my mother and all the rest, and I wanted the same from Ann.
She put her fingers to work tickling my balls while the tongue continued sucking energetically. Her head was bobbing up and down so rapidly that her hair was flipping every which way. I ran my fingers through it a few times, then let them drop down to her cunt. When I began playing with her snatch she sucked even faster. "Here it comes, sweetheart," I warned. One huge sigh later it was all out, or at least it seemed that way. So much cum raced out of the end of my fuckstick that it seemed like I'd never have another drop to emit again.
"Not bad, not bad at all," Ann nodded after she had managed to lick up every drop of my running stream. Still she wasn't smiling. Her expression never seemed to change. "Would you like me to go down on you now?"
"Heavens no, you're rushing things. I expect to go down on you one more time. Baby, if you were a horny girl as starved for good cock to eat as I am you'd wanna do a quick encore, too."
"Then be my guest." Actually I could have used a few minutes of rest, but she was' a paying customer, and the customer's always right, just as long as I had enough sperm left to give her another joy shot.
It turned out that I hadn't been drained nearly as dry as I had thought after I got another sample of her excellent prick sucking. As a prelude she took her hand and began jerking my cock up and down until it got good and stiff. The stiffer and more aroused I became the faster she jerked it in the same resolute up and down movement.
"You can start sucking anytime you want," I said.
"Don't rush me, baby."
Ann wanted to take her time this time around. She had had the experience of tasting me once, and consequently on second try, a little less aroused and a little more poised, she wanted to do a little experimenting.
Once more she used her tongue as a whirling dervish on my body, starting this time with my chest, which she nibbled and sucked. From there she went downward to my balls.
It was gratifying along with exciting to lay back and let her set my balls literally on fire. Her tongue stroked enthusiastically and her fingers beat a steady tattoo over my nuts until I was gasping for air and ready to shoot a second time in a row.
This time I didn't have to mention the idea of her sucking me out. She let her head drop to the end of my prick, licking the tip of it with slow, conscientious strokes.
The teasing slowness of her strokes increased the fires within me. I was overflowing with desire, ready to shoot. Her tongue then began to engulf all of my prick in torrid back and forth movements.
"What a suck," I gasped. "Oh, are you great."
Every once in a while she would let her tongue drop from my fuckstick down to my balls, which she would suck briefly. Then she would return to my prick.
Between the two sensations I was ready to explode. My ass began flipping back and forth to meet her every movement as I drew ever closer to climax. I ran my fingers through her hair, just like before, then let them drop again to her cunt.
Then I finally shot, almost as big a load as my first.
"You're pretty good with your fingers," she exclaimed, "so how about going down on me."
"I was waiting for you to ask," I nodded briskly.
I buried my head in her snatch, eager to taste her, letting my tongue fly in sweeping uninhibited movements.
"Slow down a little," she cautioned. "You're not out to set a speed record. Relax a little, doll."
I took her advice. I was so hot to taste her that it was hard to slow down, but if she wanted a more leisurely pace I wasn't about to buck her. I reached back with my fingers and let them run casually inside her ass as I slowed down the sucking pace.
I decided to nibble a little on her clitoris to increase her level of excitement.
"Ah, this I like," she nodded. "I like that action."
After some solid nibbling I moved on to the licking, extending my efforts gradually to the rest of her joy box. I squeezed her ass cheeks firmly as she began to rock them back and forth synonymously with the rhythmic flow of my movements.
"Keep that tongue going at the same level it's at," she encouraged. "Let's build into the finish just right."
My movements were half-speed and resolute as my tongue continued running around her cunt. Every now and then I'd send a finger up her asshole, which would cause her ass to gyrate.
"Okay, honey. Now you can let 'er rip," she told me.
"Okay, doll," I slapped her across the ass.
"That feels good. Keep on letting that hand of yours slap my ass. I like it."
I simultaneously put my tongue and hand to work. I slapped wildly and let my tongue roam her cunt with speedy movements.
The grand tempo continued until she finally shot off her box a few seconds later.
"Now that I've shot it's time for me to suck that big wonderful prick of yours one more time," she exclaimed.
Ann must have liked it, seeing she was after it for thirds, but I didn't know how it would respond this time around. After two big explosions I was fearful it had been sucked dry, a lot more fearful than I had been before my second orgasm.
But once again it seems I had underestimated Ann's powers to stimulate untapped roots of virility. With her around I probably could have creamed for the next ten years running.
After a spirited round of ball licking and wild jerking she let her tongue run free over my dick, causing it to explode. I was surprised to see that the load was still fairly thick, particularly considering it was my third.
"Very appetizing," she nodded. "You were very good. I hope we can get together again."
"My pleasure," I bowed cordially.
I got dressed and left. She saw me off with a handshake, never once cracking a smile. It really got me. Ann gave every impression of being a cold fish on the surface, but when it came to fucking she turned out to be anything but that.
When I arrived home I observed a strange car parked in the driveway. The front door was locked, but fortunately I had my house key on me so I opened it.
The house was dark, which told me one thing. There was some action going on in the bedroom.
I climbed the stairs, going inside. Mom was in bed with Cindy, which left me with mixed emotions. I instantly got hot all over at the sight of Cindy's scintillatingly sexy bod rolling around a bed in the nude, but still retained the anger I had held from the last time I had crossed swords with her. In short, she was still sexy as hell, but remained every inch a bitch.
Cindy and Mom were engaged in a vigorous sixty-nine, in which they were sprawled out opposite each other tonguing like there was no tomorrow. Cindy had a finger up Mom's asshole while her tongue twisted every which way. Mom, on the other hand, was running her fingers hotly all over Cindy's abundant breasts.
They came at the same time, after which Mom looked up and saw me.
"Hi, baby. How'd your first night go?" she inquired.
"Just great, I guess. My customer was satisfied."
"Good. Hope you also enjoyed yourself."
"Naturally. Give me a good looking dame with a good body and I'll enjoy myself every time."
"Spoken just like a man," Cindy said coldly. "That's just the way that the horny cats at the bar think. All they can see in a woman is what's between her legs."
"No, that's not always true," I replied. "With a lot of them I see heart and personality and things like that. But with you, though, a cunt and tits is all there is to see."
"You're a real wiseass, aren't you?" Fire surfaced in her eyes.
"No, I'm just a person who believes in telling the truth." I gave her a sarcastic grin.
"I wish you'd stop fighting like this," Mom grinned. "Like I said, you two act like you're married."
"That would be the day," Cindy snapped. "I'd never marry him. I dig you, everything about you, but I wouldn't marry him if he were the last man on earth."
"Who are you kidding," I laughed. "You'd only be interested in marrying another broad and we both know it."
"I've got news for you. Any broad would be better than you."
"Unless she was as mean as you. Then you'd wind up sharing the same broom."
"Fuck you," she shrieked.
"My how original you are."
"I'm original enough to stop an asshole when I see one."
"Now stop it," Mom cut in firmly this time. "Let's make love, not war. As a matter-of-fact you and Harry oughta make it together."
"How do you mean?" Cindy looked at her skeptically.
"I mean you oughta go down on each other. Look at the size of that hard of Harry's."
"Now that is the last straw," Cindy erupted. "Just because I love you shouldn't mean I've got to go down on his big old dirty prick."
"You're just jealous 'cause you haven't got one," I chided. "You have to use an artificial one to screw your girl friends."
"Now hold it, Harry," Mom implored. "I don't want any sarcasm from either one of you." She then faced Cindy and said firmly: "Now Harry's my boy and he happens to be a very good boy. I really don't like the idea of you having hang-ups and not wanting him included in the action. At first I just ignored your little conversation exchanges with him, but now things have reached the unbearable stage as far as I'm concerned. I don't like the idea of my son being discriminated against. I can see that, no matter what he might say to you, he's very fond of you."
"You've gotta be kidding," Cindy threw her head back and laughed uproariously. "Just what did you put in those drinks you mixed for us?"
"He likes you, I know he does," Mom persisted. The funny thing was that she was right. The big reason I fumed was because she was giving me a hard time. "And furthermore," Mom continued, "if you don't treat him a little nicer you won't be welcome in this house anymore."
"Come on now," Cindy balked.
"I mean it, baby. As much as I like your body I can't stand for you constantly insulting my boy."
"Okay, okay, then what do you want me to do?" Cindy asked.
"Try and make my boy happy by having a little sex with him. His cock needs a little attention now and then from a girl like you. It's not gonna hurt you, baby. I love doing it with him. He's a great lover, if I do say so myself, and that's not just motherly pride. Let it all hang out, baby, let yourself go. It'll do you some good."
"All right," Cindy finally nodded. She looked over at me and flashed a timid smile. It wasn't the warmest of beginnings, but at least it was a beginning.
Mother got up from the bed and watched from a standing position as I slid into bed next to Cindy. Without saying a word I went straight to work, eager to cash in on any tolerance Cindy might have for me, no matter how short-lived.
I ran my fingers over her hairy mound, letting them slide slowly but fervently. Quickly picking up the cue, Cindy ran her fingers up and down my cock. The mutual finger contact got us both good and hot.
A quick glance in Mother's direction revealed how hot she was getting just watching us. Back and forth her fingers flew over her own cunt as she took in everything that was going on in bed between Cindy and I.
The faster I manipulated my fingers over her cunt, the faster her fingers went to work on my dong. I let my lips press wildly against hers, then allowed my tongue to penetrate inside her mouth. With our tongues sliding and our fingers busy, our bodies began trembling from all the excitement that was going on.
Finally I broke our enduring kiss, eager to get into the sucking. My tongue descended wildly on her mound, causing her to let out a sigh as I flipped it back and forth.
"Oh, that feels great," Cindy gasped.
"Then go to work on his cock, baby, and show a little appreciation," Mom suggested.
It might have taken a little probing before Cindy would go to work on my dick, but when she finally did it proved well worth the wait as her tongue proceeded in jet-propelled fashion.
My fingers roamed her curvy ass cheeks while hers played with my balls. It was obvious that, even though she wasn't much in the mood for having sex with men then, that at one time she'd had plenty of it. Nobody unfamiliar with cocksucking could have given the brand of quality head that Cindy was giving me. She knew how to delicately vary the rhythm of her movements to keep me perpetually in ecstasy. For one series of strokes she would suck hard and fast, running her fingers over my nuts in the same maner. Then she would slow down, moving her head up and down in a slow, methodical manner over my prick while her fingers were moving at the same kind of slow clip.
When I reached the point of imminent explosion I stepped up the tempo of my sucking movements.
Cindy quickly picked up on how close I was to shooting and accelerated the rhythm of the cocksucking.
We wound up shooting almost together. Her pussy load shot into my mouth first, and a few seconds later my cock exploded.
"I hope that'll end all the foolish bickering once and for all," Mom chuckled hopefully.
"As far as I'm concerned it's all over," I threw my arm around Cindy and smiled. "Anybody that can suck like that just has to be a friend of mine. And on top of that she's a pretty good girl."
"I'm changing my mind," she said hesitantly. "No, I don't feel the dislike like I did before."
I would have preferred hearing a stronger forthright expression, but considering what she had thought of me before I realized that things were definitely improving.
The fucking group split up right after that. It was just as well, since after that last explosion I was really beat. I was happy to see that Cindy had apparently changed enough from the time before to at least say hello in a friendly voice. In fact there was even a faint trace of a smile on her face when she said it.
"Now see, don't say that I don't look after your interests," Mom smiled after Cindy left the room.
"I appreciate what you did."
"I could see how turned on you were by her from the beginning."
"I guess it did show."
"Of course it did," she laughed. "I know you men. You all wear your hearts on your sleeves. I know one thing you could do for me right now that would make me very happy."
"What's that?"
"You could give me the same kind of action that you just got through giving Cindy. I'd sleep a lot better after getting my pussy sucked, particularly after getting worked up by you two sex maniacs."
"Speaking of sex maniacs."
"Of course. It runs in the family. I am your mother, you know."
"Yeah, and a pretty groovy Mom at that."
She spread her legs invitingly as I let my head slip inside them. It always felt great being within the protective custody of Mom's two shapely legs. But better yet, it was great to have access to her hot snatch, which, as tired as I was, I was now dying to suck.
Mom clamped her legs around my head to provide me with extra stimulus as I let my tongue dart around her cunt. Every few strokes I would nibble on her clitoris to intensify the heat within her.
I let my fingers roam toward her breasts, cupping over them eagerly as I continued sucking. Her legs and ass rocked back and forth with my movements as I pushed her ever nearer to climax.
"Suck it all out, sweetheart," she gasped.
That's exactly what I did as the juice shot out of her seconds later. A smile of relief crossed her face.
"When all is said and done nobody can suck me like my boy," she said.
"Thank you." I kissed her lips.
"Well, we'd better turn in for the night 'cause I've got a big surprise in store for you tomorrow night."
"What's that?" I asked curiously. "If I told you it wouldn't be a surprise now, would it?" she smiled cleverly.
CHAPTER SIX
The surprise proved to be a real corker. I couldn't have guessed it had I been given a million years to try.
All she would tell me until that evening was that Eddie had something different in store for me than what I had experienced the night before. She gave me a piece of paper with an address written on it, telling me to be at the appointed place at ten sharp.
It turned out to be a bungalow behind a fashionable hotel in a secluded section of Pacific Palisades. The location was perfect, with the mountains forming a perfect backdrop.
I was surprised upon walking inside to find a smoke-filled room of shirt-sleeved men talking and drinking at tables. The conversation was boisterous and from all accounts the men had been at the drinking for quite awhile.
At one end of the big room there was a stage with its red curtains drawn. Standing next to it was Eddie, holding a drink in his hand and smiling widely, looking like he had the entire world completely within his control.
"This way, Harry," he motioned.
I walked briskly toward the stage, stopping in front of Eddie and asking:
"What's up?"
"Ah, I've got fun in store for you tonight. And you're gonna make plenty of money to boot."
"Can you be more specific."
"I could, but if I did it would detract from the surprise."
"You sound just like my mother."
"It's all for the best to keep things a secret. Come with me."
Eddie led the way, taking me through the curtains and into a tiny dressing room.
"You can leave all your things in here."
"You want me to strip?"
"That's the general idea," Eddie grinned.
"What for?"
"You ask too many questions. You'll see."
I took off all my clothes, then sat quietly in a chair in the dressing room. The loud commotion outside continued and I could hear excited voices conversing in adjoining rooms.
A few minutes later Eddie pranced back into the room wearing a confident smile. I'd never seen him look happier.
"What a brisk business we're doing," he exclaimed. "Yes, I've got a hunch it's gonna be one of my biggest nights ever. Now I'd like you to follow me, my friend."
He led me behind the curtain and had me stand there. Considering there were only men in the audience and I was standing there nude all by myself I wondered if maybe Eddie was going back on his word and was using me to turn on a whole room full of homos.
The curtain went up and I heard a resounding series of whistles and catcalls go up from the men. Some of them pounded their fists on the tables. I felt as embarrassed as hell serving as a sex enticement for a group of horny homos.
Just about the time I felt like making a run for it I felt something whistle over my left ear. At first I figured it was my imagination, but then I felt the same sound over my right ear as the whistles and catcalls grew louder.
I turned around and was flabbergasted to see Mom standing on a little elevated platform wearing a tightly fitting black costume. She was kicking her legs wildly, just missing my head. She was wearing a ballet dancer's type leotards, black shorts, and a black blouse. On top of that she had on a black mask.
"This is the mother I promised you, men," Eddie stood out in the audience and announced.
"Mommie, mommie, come to me," one fat-bellied character with gray hair bellowed, triggering laughter all around him. He pushed things even further by unzipping his trousers and pulling out his chubby cock, which he pumped up and down on.
"Save it for later," Eddie said, precipitating more laughter.
I kept standing there feeling as conspicuous as hell as Mom's legs continued kicking past me. She quickly unbuttoned her blouse, tossing it rapidly to the floor.
"Get a load of those tits," a skinny guy in the back of the room yelled.
"Wait'll she takes off the bra," another guy said.
That was next, and after the bra came off and her huge tits fell free there were shouts and screams all over the room. A number of guys unzipped their pants and jacked off, while some went so far as to pull off their trousers and shorts and run their anxious fingers up and down their dicks.
"Let's see your cunt," one guy shouted impatiently.
"Give her a little time," another guy at the same table said.
Mom unbuttoned her black leotard shorts from the rear, gradually easing out of her shorts and hose. That left only a tiny little black g-string on her which covered her cunt.
"Let's see your snatch," one guy screamed at the top of his lungs.
That set off a chorus of guys yelling the same thing. Mom decided to tantalize them a little before going all the way. She turned around and showed them her bare ass, causing the room to explode with the deafening sound of whistles.
"Enough for touche," one guy finally screamed, "now let's see us a little snatch."
"We want snatch, we want snatch," his cohorts shouted.
Finally Mom turned abruptly, facing them one more time. First she plucked off the mask, showing all of her face for the first time. Then she ripped off the g-string, exposing her cunt.
The joint exploded with rollicking cheers.
"Now let's have a little action," one guy put in after the cheers had died.
Mom was ready to give them what they wanted.
"Suck my cunt," she ordered me loudly.
Her words caused the guys to cheer and laugh. Then they leaned forward, awaiting my first tongue strokes.
Mom leaned back on the platform, spreading her legs invitingly. The only way I could reach her was from a standing position. I let my tongue roam over her hot cunt while she let her fingers glide nimbly over my hair. My tongue was buried securely in her box as foot stamping and shouting continued from the crowd.
"Was this the mother-son act you promised us, Eddie?" one curious character asked.
"You bet it is," Eddie confirmed.
"The kid sure can suck cunt. I wish I was in his place."
I continued working my way around her box. Finally her fingers switched from my hair to my cock, which she pumped up and down on until I thought I was gonna explode right then.
"Look at her work that dong," a loudmouth laughed. "I wish my mommy woulda done that for me."
About the time she was shifting her finger efforts in earnest to my nuts she exploded. The guys did everything but piss their pants when they saw the pussy trickle into my mouth.
Mom then turned around on the platform, pushing her bare ass out for all to see. She drew some more whistles for her efforts.
"Shove that hard peter up my ass," she commanded.
"Oh, the sodomy bit," one guy yelled.
"Fuck her good, kid," another one encouraged.
I shoved my rock hard pole into her tight asshole, leaving the cock in full length for a few seconds, then letting it ease out gradually.
"Ram me again," she begged.
This time I decided to add a little extra impact, so I hauled off and slapped her resoudingly on the ass cheeks while my prick was penetrating once more. My movements were swift and decisive as my peter rocked back and forth.
"Look at him work that stick," one guy shouted.
"He's not a bad cocksman," another one laughed.
Maybe they were nothing more than a bunch of disorderly, horny drunks who were getting their kicks screaming foul talk and watching me fuck with Mom, but the compliments I heard them paying me inspired me all the same. They liked the way I was wielding my cock inside Mom's ass, and that made me feel good.
"I wanna feel that hot cum," Mom shouted impatiently. "Drill me with that big stick."
"You heard your mother," one wiseass said, triggering laughter.
Not only did I hear Mother, I was eager to answer her call. My dick rocked back and forth faster than before and the fucks were interspersed with solid slaps on her ass.
Finally the familiar old tingle surfaced in my balls and at the end of my hot dick as I neared orgasm. Mom knew I was close judging by my heavy breathing.
"Shoot me the juice, honey," she called.
I took a deep breath and lunged forward one more time, releasing a hot sea of white inside her ass.
"Ah, what a fuck," Mom shouted gratefully while I creamed her.
Apparently the band of horny spectators were, pleased as well. They jumped up and applauded vigorously.
"What are you two gonna do now for an encore?" one guy inquired.
Mom looked him straight in the eye and said:
"You haven't seen anything yet."
She startled me by jumping off the platform and running off the stage. I wasn't the only one startled by her action. The guys jumped off their chairs and shouted wildly.
"Come back, Mom, come back," they beckoned.
They got Mom back a few seconds later, with a dildo strapped securely to her waist. I figured that it was time for her to make the scene with some willing lesbian so I started looking around for a convenient place to make my stage exit.
As it turned out, I had the wrong idea. Mom took me by surprise by grabbing me by the wrists and hoisting me on to the platform. Then she jumped down from the platform.
"Turn around," she beckeoned. "No, you don't really mean it," I said startledly.
My innocent little comment touched off a torrent of laughter as Mom grabbed me by the ass and turned my body around. It was amazing how strong and authoritarian she could be when she put her mind and body to the task.
The next thing I knew I was getting stabbed good and hard by the tip of Mom's dildo. The first few times I let out painful shouts.
"What's the matter, Son? Can't you take it?" some wiseass shouted, touching off some more chaotic laughter.
"You've got a nice asshole," Mom excaimed, slapping me on the ass with her fingers while she continued penetrating me.
At first all I was worried about was my ass being preserved intact from her spear-like thrusts. Then, after the pain began to wear off and I became accustomed to the thrusts, I felt embarrassed listening to all the derisive laughter I was triggering by getting my asshole penetrated with Mom's dildo.
"Would you guys like to see me explode?" she asked her attentive audience in a booming voice.
"Yes," was her enthusiastic reply.
"Okay, you're gonna get it," she promised.
Mom delivered on that promise a few minutes later, after she had plunged forward with a few more decisive thrusts and slapped my ass until it was bright red.
She pulled a button on the dildo which released some hot white liquid that looked like sperm, even though it happened to be egg white. I never thought that the guys would stop howling after that.
Mom then jumped up on the platform, took me by the hand, and bowed cordially to the audience.
"C'mon, baby, and bow," she whispered to me. I did as she told and we received thunderous response.
Finally, after the applause died down, the curtain dropped and we were alone. Mom tickled my balls, winked at me, and said:
"Let's get out of here. There's be another act following us in a few minutes."
We made a hasty exit. I went straight to my dressing room and dressed. I was still in a dumbfounded state over all that had happened to me, and what was worse I didn't know how to react to it. I thought about getting good and mad at Eddie and exploding over what he had done to me, but after further consideration I recognized if I were going to get mad at Eddie I also should get mad at Mom.
The thing I really hated was the secrecy factor. Just why did they have to keep me in the dark about the whole thing? Why couldn't they have leveled with me from the beginning?
I got dressed and walked out to the tiny area behind the stage. Mom was standing there wearing slacks and a white blouse.
"They've got another great show going on," she looked at me and smiled.
All the shouting and laughing made me eager to see what was going on, so I looked through the curtains and watched two beautiful dames going down on each other. As thoroughly sexed out as I should have been, the sight of these beautiful dames going at it sixty-nine style in a tiny bed in the center of the stage was enough to excite me all over again. They both had gorgeous bodies. One of them was a well stacked blonde, the other a brunette.
"Damned but one of those broads looks familiar," I exclaimed to Mom. "She should."
"You mean?"
"It's Cindy," Mom confirmed with a nod.
"What's she doing here?"
"The same thing we are."
"But she doesn't work for Eddie."
"Doesn't she?
"I mean, at least she didn't, last I knew," I said.
"She started right after I met her. I've been known to do a little recruiting for my wonderful friend Eddie now and then."
"She was working for Lou at a beer bar."
"Yeah, well that wasn't big league enough for a chick with her style," Mom exlaimed, "and I told her so. She's been very happy about making the change. She's making lots more money now."
The first thing I felt was sorrow for Lou. Cindy had been responsible for building his business up in a way that I'd never seen it before. Just as he was beginning to enjoy a prosperity boom she quit him, which must have made him as angry as hell.
I returned my eyes to the action on stage. Their asses were a bright gold from the shimmering light that was descending upon them as they licked each other's love slit.
Watching those glistening asses rotating and the sweat pour down their bodies got me hot all over again.
"My but you're getting hard," Mom looked down at my crotch., "Those chicks are too much."
"Let me help you."
Mom quickly dropped down to her knees, unzipping my pants while I continued watching the two beautiful broads sixty-nine. Their huge breasts rubbed against each other as the men in the audience went wild.
The fat guy that had been jacking off earlier in the session now had his pants off and was rolling around on the floor with his hand on his prick. The longer he watched the chicks going after each other's cunt the faster his hand pumped up and down. Finally I observed a thick load of cream spill out of the end of his prick and hit the floor.
Speaking of shooting, that was just what the girls were on the verge of doing. They exploded, within seconds of each other, and the cats howled good and loud.
I was getting more worked up with each passing stroke of Mom's tongue as she pumped me ever closer to climax. Her fingers pawed my hot nuts as the sucking continued at a brisk pace.
The girls, still hot for each other, switched their efforts to ass sucking after shooting. Their asses flailed uninhibitedly as their tongues speared their inner crevices.
I looked out into the crowd and noticed several more of the drunken hairy apes pulling off their pants and beginning to jack off.
"Save it, you bastards," Eddie called out angrily. "If you mess up the carpets I've gotta pay. Besides, you're gonna get all the action you can stand in a few minutes."
After a few more spirited minutes of ass sucking the girls switched their efforts back to each other's snatch. A loud cheer went up from the throng at that point. I noticed that Eddie's message had been promptly heeded and the men had their pants back on, even though plenty of them were squirming noticeably in their seats.
Mom was really working her way up and down my prick by that point, causing me to gasp readily for air. Finally I shot my load into her waiting mouth.
"I love your jisum," she explained after swallowing the last drops.
"Just my jisum?" I grinned.
"No, your jisum, along with your ass, your asshole, your cock, your balls. Need I say more?"
"No, I've got the message."
Just after I unloaded my sea of cum into Mom's mouth Cindy and her beautiful blonde girlfriend exploded a second time, touching off another loud chorus of cheers from their horny audience.
"Now for the grand climax of the evening," Eddie announced in his most dignified tone.
I couldn't imagine what was coming next. It seemed like all points had been covered, from sodomy to dildo fucking and all sucking acts in between. There must have been something Eddie regarded as important that had been left out.
"It's time for the golden shower," Eddie said.
The joint really exploded after Eddie made his announcement. Cindy stood up while the blonde lay on her back. Cindy spread out her legs and moved her cunt forward until it rested just above the other girl's mouth. Cindy smiled, patting the other girl's tits gently. Then the other girl opened her mouth.
"Here it comes," one guy shouted.
"Sock it to her, baby," another put in.
Cindy bent over lightly and let out a gushing yellow stream of piss. The men screamed with orgasmic delight as the hot piss splattered all over the blonde's face. After a stream had caught the girl in the face Cindy took dead aim on her mouth. The yellow piss shot inside the girl's mouth and out of both sides. Some of it trickled down the sides of the blonde's face.
"Now it's my turn," the blonde said after Cindy had completely shot her load.
"Yeah, give the little blonde a shot at it," one guy quipped, touching off widespread laughter.
The blonde took her best shot, standing over Cindy, who lay flat on her back in the identical position that the blonde had assumed a few minutes earlier.
Liquid shot from out of the end of the blonde's snatch, covering Cindy's face momentarily, then shooting into her mouth. It was such a long stream that I began wondering if it would ever end. When it finally did the cute blonde received a standing ovation.
Beaming with joy from the response they received the girls bowed proudly as the cheering increased. Eddie then walked briskly toward the stage, climbing the steps, then occupying center stage with an arm around each girl.
"May I have your attention," he held up his hands for recognition. He had to repeat his message several times before the cheering finally ceased. Finally he received complete attention, continuing: "Okay, you guys came here good and horny and I guess the show these little ladies, along with the mother and son act that preceded them, got you feeling even more that way."
"Hear, hear," the crowd echoed.
"Okay, well the moment you've all been waiting for has arrived," Eddie announced. "Those beautiful broads are all -lined up in their rooms waiting for you. Well, go get 'em. Have a ball balling."
A chorus of elated screams greeted the end of Eddie's announcement. Some of the guys were so drunk that they staggered up the stairs to the second floor, but they all made it. Eddie watched them with a smile of contentment.
"That's what I call an ornery herd," Eddie exclaimed.
"You sure you don't mean horny herd?" the blonde smiled.
"Yeah, that's what I mean," Eddie nodded.
Mom and I walked on stage and joined them.
"Hello mother and son," Eddie greeted us.
"What was the big idea of keeping this whole exhibition deal with my mother secret from me?" I decided to clear up my doubts right off.
"One very good reason," Eddie smiled. "I was afraid that if I leveled with you, you wouldn't wanna go along with the deal. Your mother agreed with me cause we talked it over in detail. We figured that if you went through the whole thing, though, you'd get used to it, and this was what we were counting on. I'd like to book you and your mother more often. Matter of fact, I'd like to use you two primarily in exhibitions and only secondarily for regular screwing."
"How do you know I want any part of it?" I asked.
"Well, how about it, were you really that turned off by anything that happened between you and your mother?"
"It hurt like hell to take those first few dildo jobs."
"Yes, but you got used to things easy enough, didn't you?"
"I don't know. Did I?"
"It certainly looked like it to me, as a seasoned observer," Eddie smiled. "I'm sure you'll like something else about it, though. The money. You oughta like that fine."
"That depends on how much I'm getting."
"Quite a lot," Mom chimed in.
"Like five hundred bucks for tonight and the same for your mother."
"You've gotta be kidding," my mouth flew open.
"He's the same as the rest of you," Eddie winked at the girls, "a deep-dyed materialist."
"We're not all that materialistic," the blonde looked up at me with a big smile! which I promptly returned. I definitely liked the looks of her.
"Oh, you two haven't met yet, have you?" Eddie said.
"I haven't had the pleasure," I said.
"Well Bev, meet Harry."
"Hi," I grinned.
"I've heard a lot about you, Harry," Bev said coolly. "I heard you really could shoot a good load."
"Yeah, who told you that?"
"Your mother."
"Well she should be in a position to know." We all laughed.
"Well, I'd like to fuck you," Bev asserted.
"You're the subtle one," I laughed. "The feeling's mutual."
"If I were all that subtle would I even be there?" Bev quipped.
Everybody laughed once more.
"She does have a point," Eddie put in. "And while on the subject of fucking, my rocks could use the exercise of going off. Let's go upstairs and celebrate the success of our little affair this evening."
"Don't those horny bastards have all the rooms tied up?" Mom said.
"No, I kept one locked, holding it aside for us," Eddie related. "I figured we oughta get the chance to let off a little steam ourselves."
We headed up the stairs together for the second floor. As we walked a very horny Eddie had his fingers all over Cindy's snatch. When we reached the second floor we were exposed to pandemonium unlike anything I had ever heard, even downstairs a few minutes earlier.
This time there were not only shouts and war chants ringing through the place. There was the sound of bedsprings bouncing. All in all it created quite a racket.
"This is incredible," I said. "I couldn't hear a thing downstairs."
"We picked this motel for stragegic reasons," Eddie winked, "one of the most important being it has great soundproofing."
"That comes in handy with drunken cats like this," I said.
"You'd better believe it," I assured her.
"Why don't we go the voyeur route first, I mean watch some of these bastards we helped turn on,"
"If you say so."
"Aren't you folks coming with us?" Eddie inquired as he kept walking with Mom and Cindy toward the end of the long hallway.
"No, we wanna look in on the action in some of the other rooms first," Bev explained.
"Well we'll keep a bed warm for you," Mom said.
"You do that," Bev said.
Bev opened up a door in a particularly noisy room and we looked in on a petite redhead taking on two guys that were as drunk as they were horny. One of them, the fat guy that had jerked off and shot his load on the rug, was lying on his back with his legs spread while the little redhead pumped up and down .on his prick. While she sucked his big ass bounced up and down on the bed, creating quite a commotion, and while that went on he held a whiskey bottle up to his lips, tilting his head back and drinking from it. The other guy in the act, a slender, red-faced man, had his head buried in the redhead's twat and his forefinger buried in her asshole.
"How'd you like to take a picture of that?" Bev whispered to me.
"Wonder if those guys are married."
"Yeah, I happen to know that both of them are."
"Maybe we oughta take some pictures and send them to their wives," I looked at her and chuckled.
"You are in a sadistic mood."
"No, in a kidding one."
We stood around and watched until the fat guy shot off a load into the redhead's mouth. After he shot he just laid back lazily and watched his red-faced friend finish off the redhead's snatch.
The trio had a short conversation, after which they changed positions. This time red-faced guy wound up sitting on top of the redhead and the fat guy, whose cock had been completely deflated after the last orgasm, had laid his now almost empty whiskey bottle over on a table. He was lying beside the girl.
"Wonder what they're gonna try now," I whispered to my friend.
"No telling. All I can say is let's wait and see."
We didn't have to wait long. The skinny guy propped the redhead's ass up on a pillow and the fat guy positioned his head just above the girl's snatch.
"Let's get the show on the road," the skinny guy exlaimed with a childish grin.
He took his long, skinny cock in his hands and slid it inside the girl's asshole.
"Oh, do you ever have size," she exclaimed.
The skinny guy flipped his big prick forward with a decisive thrust as the girl sent out a shrill howl of erotic delight.
"How you can wield that," she said. "Throw that stick into high gear and fuck me."
The fat guy entered the picture at that point, letting his tongue slide over the girl's cunt. A big grin swept across her face as her cunt and ass received attention at the same time.
The skinny guy squeezed her ass cheeks tightly as he wielded his long dagger-like fuckstick with authority, probing deeply, driving his prick back and forth rigorously.
"Keep up that sucking, sweetheart," she encouraged as the fat guy's tongue swept across her cunt.
The redhead was ablaze with intensity, her ass shaking, her legs trembling, as the fucking and sucking continued. The fat guy gave her further thrills by letting his fingers roam around her tits. He pressed on the nipples gently, causing her to emit some sighs.
Bev started getting turned on big watching the action. Next thing I knew she had my trousers unzipped and was jerking up and down rhythmically on my dick.
"You want me to come right here and now?" I asked.
"No, I want you to save it. This is just a little preliminary exercise for you."
"Well, a few more strokes and I'm liable to shoot here."
"Then I guess I'd better hold off," she decided, putting my cock back inside my pants.
The redhead came first in the fat guy's mouth. The skinny guy's face was even redder than it had been in the beginning as he plunged back and forth with resolute speed, nearing the orgasm he was seeking.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck," the redhead bellowed.
"Here it comes, doll," the skinny guy slapped her across the ass as a final warning.
I watched the hot white stream shoot out of the end of his prick as he sighed loudly. The girl closed her eyes as she received his load.
"That was great, baby," the redhead said when it was all over.
The trio, which had been spiritedly aggressive just a few minutes earlier, was now conked out. Or maybe it would be better to say fucked out. They lay next to each other passing around the almost fully consumed bottle of whiskey.
"That party's over," Bev said, closing the door softly.
"Shall we make our own adventure now?"
"I'd still like to play the voyeur a little while longer," she said. "That is, if you don't mind."
"I don't mind but my cock sure might. I mean, it was getting awfully anxious when we were watching that last bit of action."
"So I noticed. Well, since you're getting that anxious, and I really am myself, too, we'll just watch a little longer."
We walked several doors down toward the end of the hall. Inside one of the rooms we could hear sounds of bedsprings flipping wildly back and forth and loud gasps.
"This I've gotta see," Bev grinned, opening the door.
"Well, well, have we participants or observers?" a tall brunette looked up and saw us.
"Just observers this trip, honey," Bev assured. "Well I'd like to fuck any one of you anytime," the brunette said. "Thanks," I replied.
"A little less talking and a little more fucking," the tall, broad-shouldered guy with the curly hair who was sitting astride her said.
"Yes, darling," she said obediently.
The guy had a cock even longer than the skinny guy's, only his was stubbier. He used it like a ramrod on the broad's cunt, pushing back and forth wildly.
"Oh, can you fuck, Casey," the broad shouted. "Fuck me."
He slapped her across the ass and let his hard prick flounce back and forth with vigorous authority. Driving relentlessly he caused the girl's body to propel up and down.
The guy reminded me of a football player charging vigorously into the line as his dick flipped back and forth and the girl's legs swayed with every movement.
"Oh, you wild fucker," she sighed. "Fuck me good, fuck me till you shoot it off."
He let his fingers pry vigorously around her asshole and he buried his tongue between her breasts, licking and nibbling.
"That suck action's great," the brunette said.
"It sure is," Bev winked at me.
Watching that guy move his big cock around inside her snatch got me ever hotter for sex. I knew I couldn't watch much more hot action like that without orgasming in my pants.
Finally the guy shot off a big load in her box.
Now it was time for me to get involved in some action of my own.
"Let's join Eddie and the crowd," Bev looked at me fondly.
"I was just about to say the same thing. I'm to hot to stand anymore spectator action."
My cock was bulging with anticipation as I walked down to the room at the end of the hall where the fucking party was proceeding. From the unrestrained sounds I heard it was apparent that a wild time was being had by all. Considering who was in that room it would have been a great surprise if that hadn't been the case. I didn't know three more uninhibited screw artists than Mom, Eddie, and Cindy. That is, unless it was me and the broad I'd be screwing.
We opened the door and walked inside.
"Well, what do you know about that," Bev threw her head back and laughed loudly.
Our eyes were focused on one of the two huge beds in the room. Eddie was going after Cindy, whose body was covered with whipped cream. At that point he was working ardently on her breasts. After that it would be her cunt.
Mom was keeping busy while the attention was being focused on Cindy. She was providing Eddie with extra impetus by shoving her tongue around inside his asshole, causing his ass and the rest of his body to twist and turn.
"Suck, suck, suck," Cindy sighed, enjoying all the spirited attention she was receiving.
Eddie, using his tongue as a whirling dervish, quickly licked off all the whipped cream from Cindy's tits, then shifted his attention to her cream-covered love nest.
"Let's make our own action," I slapped Bev playfully across the ass. I was tired of standing around and watching others. This gorgeous blonde had me hot and I wanted to do something about my feelings fast.
"Undress me," she said, "and I'll do the same for you."
"You've got a deal," I asserted proudly.
My fingers trembled nervously with excitement as I pulled off her slacks and blouse, then her panties and bra. It didn't take her long to pull off my clothes, either.
"Hey, you look damned good nude," she said.
"There's nothing wrong with you, either."
"No, I've never gotten any complaints."
"Except maybe from a few jealous wives."
"I don't like to think of them, much less count them. But even a lot of those were hot for me, just like their husbands."
"Oh, are you a sharp gal with the answers."
"Make a real woman out of me, doll," she implored.
"I'll do my best," I promised.
I pulled her close to me, hard and fast, letting her tits brush erotically against my chest. My lips pressed hungrily and savagely against hers. Then my tongue entered her mouth. Our tongues locked devastatingly for several seconds.
Breaking our French kiss, I let my hot hands travel around her nipples and breasts, squeezing and probing. Then I pulled her to me once more and our lips met a second time.
When I broke our second round of kisses she was breathing noticeably heavier than before, that could mean only one thing, that she was good and hot and needed stimulation as of the moment.
Determined to provide her with all the stimulation she could bear up under, I guided her over to the bed, easing her body downward. I parted her legs and let my fingers travel over her snatch, paying particular attention to her clit.
"Oh, you know just how to get me hot," she sighed.
"This is just the beginning."
"That's good, 'cause I'm ready for lots more."
I let my head drop down to her snatch, which never looked more inviting. My tongue flipped back and forth while her cute ass swayed. Together we made beautiful music.
After getting her cunt hot I let my tongue move up toward her breasts, which I nibbled and sucked, making her squirm.
"Oh, shove your prick in my cunt," she begged.
"With great pleasure."
She was good and tight, and knew just how to wield her ass to turn me on all the more. Bev had a natural sex rhythm that drove me wild. It got me almost as excited as the tightness of her love mound.
I shoved my head forward and let my tongue enter her mouth once more. Our tongues flipped uninhibitedly against each other. Tongue danced against tongue while cock continued dancing against cunt.
The double action was too much for either one of us to take for very long. She came first and I was a few strokes back, after which I let out a sigh of relief. Finally I had fucked her.
A quick look over on the other bed revealed that Eddie's talented tongue had just about finished scooping up whipped cream from Cindy's snatch. And while he continued sucking Cindy my mother was letting her tongue roam wildly over his asshole.
I broke into a sweat and looked down at beautiful Bev once more.
"I hope you're not gonna be satisfied with one screw," I said.
"Are you kidding?" she laughed. "I'm just getting warmed up."
"What would you like to do next?"
"We oughta do each other."
"That's a beautiful suggestion," I agreed.
Bev threw her body on top of me, letting her cunt come to rest over my tongue.
"Let's do a little ass sucking to really get us in the mood," she suggested with a sensuous smile.
"I'm with you."
Her cute ass flipped around with wild abandon as my tongue roamed over it with enthusiasm. Meanwhile she buried her tongue in my asshole. Together we made brisk, exciting music.
Finally, when I felt that familiar old itch surface once more in my balls, I pulled my tongue out of her asshole and said with a tone of urgency:
"Let's get on to the main event. I can't take much more sucking back there without shooting."
"I was just about to suggest the same thing. My clit's on fire."
I went to work fervently on her love mound, letting my fingers pry and explore her asshole. She used her fingers to generate excitement in my asshole while her tongue was moving up and down briskly over my hard prick.
We were both so hot that the session couldn't last for long. We shot together just a few strokes into our routine.
"That was great," Bev said quietly.
"I don't know if I'll be able to move again tonight," I said. All of a sudden a long and eventful evening of fucking and shooting off my rocks repeatedly had made its impact felt.
"You don't have to if you don't want to. Any guy that can give me as many thrills as you have as fast as you gave them can do anything he damned well pleases as far as I'm concerned.
"Thank you."
I kissed her lips and put my arm around her. From the looks of things she was tired as well. We had both gotten in a great deal of fucking, and even when we weren't actually screwing ourselves we were watching others do it.
We looked over on the other bed. The sexy trio had finally begun to slow up in its pace, no doubt for the same reason we were slowing up. Eddie had licked off all the cream from Cindy's cunt and was working on her love button, eager to taste her. Mom was still going to work on his asshole, but her strokes were a little slower than before. With as much tongue movement as she had gotten in that evening it was no small wonder. To compensate she was massaging his ass cheeks with her fingers while she sucked.
"Oh, I'm gonna go," Cindy exclaimed, running her fingers through Eddie's hair.
I watched the pussy juice shoot into his mouth. After that Mom stopped sucking his ass.
"Well, what are you two lying around so idly for?" Eddie looked over at us and grinned.
"After you get your rocks off that many times that's about all a guy can do, and poor Bev's been putting up with a sex maniac like me."
"That's a pretty good answer," Eddie laughed. "If you wanna know the truth I'm kinda bushed myself, and I'm sure I haven't gone off as many times today as you have. I know one thing that will bring you back to life, though."
"What's that?" I inquired.
"Getting paid for tonight."
"I'd have to agree."
"Then let's all get dressed and we'll take care of that."
You'll never know how great a thrill passed through me when Eddie put five one hundred dollar bills in my hand. It was the most money I'd ever had in my possession at any one time, and gave me hope for an optimistic future.
"Now you've really arrived, dear," Mom beamed, kissing my cheek.
"Yeah, thanks in large part to you," I had to give her credit.
"She's helped, no doubt about it," Eddie concurred, "but you've got all kinds of raw talent, my boy, when it comes to fucking. There's a career in it for you if you want it."
"I never dreamed I'd be making big money for doing something I'd go out of my gourd to get for nothing," I said.
Everybody cracked up laughing at my candid comment.
"I guess we all get surprised over that little turn of events," Cindy put in.
Conversation terminated shortly thereafter, everyone making their way toward home. By the time all of us left, the horny guys who had filled all of the rooms had also departed. The last of them filed out as we were leaving. The dames they had been screwing were all long gone.
Eddie, always the super stud, left with Cindy and Bev, no doubt to brighten his early morning pre-coffee hours. There never seemed to be an end to his sex indulgence.
Mom and I had driven over separately, so we made our way home the same way. Earlier I had been angry over being surprised by Eddie and Mom, but I had to admit that, in the final analysis, things had worked themselves out beautifully. I had made five hundred bucks for the evening and, in addition to making it with Mom, had also met and screwed a beautiful new blonde.
Mom beat me home. There were lights on in both the bedroom and living room when I arrived.
"You were great tonight, son," she beamed proudly as I walked inside.
"You weren't so bad yourself."
"How about me fixing us a drink."
"I don't know. I'm kind of tired. I feel kind of like just sacking out, if you don't mind."
"Ah, c'mon, loosen up a little and have a drink with me. It won't hurt you."
"Okay, if you insist."
She didn't stop at the one drink mark. She mixed a whole pitcher of martinis, which she expected me to polish off with her.
"We're gonna be putting on a lot more exhibitions, you and me," she threw her arm around me about the time we started our third martini each.
"I thought we were gonna have just one drink each," I said, reminding her of what she had said earlier.
"That's what I meant, baby. Only one drink at a time."
"You're something else," I laughed.
"Well, after a long night of screwing I figured the chance to relax would do us both a little good."
"You know, I could have sworn that Eddie told me before I started to work for him that I'd only be dealing with high-classed people. Well, if those guys in that place were acting classy tonight, then I guess I don't know the meaning of the word."
"The exhibitions are different, dear. You see, they're staged primarily to give these horny guys a chance to let off a little steam. Most of them lead highly disciplined lives, like they're in pressure cookers from morning to night, and every once in awhile they're just begging to let themselves go."
"They sure did that, at least tonight they did."
"Tonight was no different than any of the others. With one exception, that is. They did seem to really take to our act along with the golden shower performance the girls gave. Eddie was really pleased. He even told me that if the crowds keep picking up he'll pay us even more than he did tonight. You know, these guys pay heavily for the whole evening. Eddie supplies the whole works, a place in a discreet setting for them all to meet, lots of booze so they can get nice and smashed, which always helps them let their hair down, then the broads upstairs. That's the fitting climax."
"Literally and figuratively," I grinned.
"Literally and figuratively," she nodded.
by then I was becoming light-headed. I had had better than two martinis. On other occasions they wouldn't have affected me quite that much, but after all the screwing and being up so late my resistance had been worn thin.
Mom was also feeling the drinks, and after we each finished our third she agreed with my suggestion that it was time to stop.
"Why don't we have a good screw before going to sleep," she smiled.
"I'd love to," I said, "except that I couldn't get a hard-on now to save my life. I've shot my rod off just too many times. Now, on top of that, I've had the drinks."
"There's always one thing you can do with me, honey, even after a lot of drinks and screws, and I think you know what that is."
"What?" I looked at her curiously.
"You could go down on me. You know, my cunt really got itchy watching Eddie suck off Cindy. I would have asked him afterwards to do the same for me, except that I could see he was tired and wanted to get home. Well, I didn't mind waiting 'cause I figured once I got you home you would be willing to do me. Now you won't let your mother down, will you?"
"No, I won't let you down, I'll let you up," I grinned.
"Oh, but you're cute," she tucked me under the chin. "I was sure glad to see you get along with Bev like you did."
"She's a good girl. She really turns me on."
"Obviously. And it's just as obvious that you turn her on, too."
We went into the bedroom. Mom slipped out of her negligee quickly, while I took my time taking off my clothes. I didn't feel like doing anything in a hurry at two-thirty in the morning after so many fucks I couldn't count them all coupled with some martinis.
Mom settled back in the bed, a smile of contentment creeping on her face as she parted her legs for my first penetration.
"Take your time," she smiled. "I just wanna settle back and enjoy this one."
"I will." I had to laugh to myself. At that point I wasn't in a very good position to do anything but take my time.
I applied my tongue to her love slit, letting it slide around in a slow, gradual manner, giving her a chance to settle back and enjoy it. We would have a leisurely two-thirty morning suck.
At least that was what I thought we would have. With Mom I should have known better, however. A few strokes into my sucking an animal lust seized possession of her and she began running her hot fingers through my hair and letting her ass and legs rock back and forth nervously.
"The way you suck, the way you suck me, baby," she gasped. "Oh, keep it up, suck me, suck it all out of me."
My tongue began spearing her relentlessly since her accelerated pace also got to me, not to the point where I was able to get a hard-on after all the explosions I'd had, but at least to where I was no longer content to go after her love juices in a slow, methodical manner.
"Suck me," she implored. "I can't wait, I wanna go now, suck me, I wanna shoot."
My tongue speared her and my fingers felt their way around her ass cheeks as I drove her closer to finality. She let out one last gasp and shot her juices into me.
"Feel better now?" I inquired.
"Much better. You're a real pro, my boy, with cock or tongue."
"Glad to be of service."
"There's just one thing more I'd like from you to consider the entire evening a total success."
"Name it and I'll do my best, as long as it doesn't mean getting a hard-on."
"No, it doesn't require a hard-on, just a little liquid. You know, I got a big thrill watching those sweet girls showering each other with warm sweet yellow nectar."
"You mean when they pissed on each other?"
"Must you state it so crudely," Mom laughed. "I'm trying to state things more poetically."
"Okay, okay, however you wanna say it. Anyway that's what you meant, isn't it?"
"It certainly is. I'd like for you to do the same thing for me. I'd just love it. You've had several drinks so you can do it."
"If that's what you want." I didn't wanna tell her, but I was reluctant to do it. The thought of pissing on my own mother was repulsive to me, even though she was apparently high on the idea.
"Sit on me and flood my face with your wonderful warm juice," she encouraged with a wide smile.
I did just as she requested, propping my cock directly over her face. By that time I did have to piss, from all the liquid I'd had since returning home.
"Sock it to me, baby," she said hoarsely. "Okay, here it comes."
I let the hot stream fly. She opened her mouth and caught all of the hot yellow liquid that she could. Although Mom could not catch every drop she did manage to swallow quite a bit.
"Ah, that was great," she exclaimed when I finished. "Thank you." She picked up a towel and dried her face. Then she got up. "I believe I'll take a nice long shower. Would you care to join me?"
"What kind of shower?"
"That's a good one," she chuckled. "No, this time I'm talking about a regulation water shower, just lots of soap and hot water."
"Thanks but I think I'll pass. Right now I feel like sacking out."
"What if I were to tell you I might rape you in the middle of the night?" Mom looked t me and grinned.
"I'd say that I couldn't think of a more pleasant way to wake up."
"That's my boy talking," she laughed. "Why, are you still horny?"
"Of course. I'm horny all the time."
"I believe it."
Mom walked into the bathroom. A few seconds later I could hear the shower water running. As the water ran so did my thoughts. I thought about how Eddie had told me that I could have a career in screwing provided I wanted it. It sounded great, but I wondered how long a career like that could really last.
I thought about the five hundred bucks and wondered what I'd do with all that bread. The best thing to do, probably, was to put it away in a bank. I should probably put most of what I made from any future screwing in the bank. After all, maybe some day I could be a businessman like Eddie. That would be the business to end all businesses.
CHAPTER SEVEN
I slept in the next morning, as well as the early part of the afternoon, arising a few minutes past one with a slight hangover and my body a little stiff and sore from all the fucking.
"Hello, sleepyhead," Mom grinned as I walked into the living room. She was looking at a magazine. "Come here, dear, I've got something to show you."
I walked over and got a look. It was a sex magazine and the picture she was pointing to with pride was of a hot young black guy with his huge dick thrust into a beautiful redhead's mouth.
"Is that all you think of?" I shook my head, smiling wryly.
"Is there anything else?"
"Sure, there's plenty else."
"I mean that really counts."
"Well, that's something else again."
She was sprawled out on the sofa looking as appealing as ever. I was nude myself, and sat down next to her. I reached out and grabbed a quick feel of her left tit.
"Wait a minute now," she laughed girlishly. "Let me show you the happy ending of this story."
"I don't see any story. I just see a picture of a hot black guy shoving his big dick into a good looking chick's mouth."
"Oh, but there is a happy ending," she assured me, quickly turning the page of the book.
"I see what you mean."
The picture on the adjoining page told the tale. A close-up showed the black guy's cock shooting into the girl's mouth. The hot white juice was trickling down both sides.
"A picture is worth a thousand words, isn't it?" Mom smiled.
"Yes it is."
"There's nothing to make a woman feel like she's on top of the world than having a hot guy shoot off his rocks in her mouth."
"Not being a girl, I wouldn't be able to answer that one," I grinned.
"No, but you could answer it the other way."
"Yeah, it's quite a thrill to shoot off your trigger inside a gorgeous broad's mouth."
"So how's your trigger feeling today?" She had her hand on my balls.
"Pretty good."
"Fine, 'cause I've been waiting till eleven o'clock, baby, for you to get up and feed me your hot juice. I didn't get it last night, and when you love a guy like I love you, you really look forward to it."
"I guess there's nothing like a good suck before breakfast."
"You mean brunch. Breakfast was long before you got up."
"Okay, then I mean brunch."
Mom had her hot fingers all over my cock and balls by then. The fingers of one hand circulated hotly over the nuts, which she'd cup ever now and then and hold like a lost treasure, while the fingers of the other hand pumped eagerly up and down over my dong.
My cock wasn't hard when I got up, but a few minutes of fervent stroking by Mom took care of that problem.
"How do those nuts feel?" she asked.
"Great, the same as my cock."
"Let's get down on the floor where we can roll around a little."
"Fine with me."
I sprawled out on my ass, letting my legs drop free, giving her plenty of room to proceed with her sucking. But she wasn't anxious, apparently, to speed her way into that stage of the program. She wanted to play with my cock and balls for a few minutes.
In addition to being a great screw and a great suck, Mom had a real knack, a fantastic gift, for using her fingers on a guy's cock and balls. She exercised her fingers with deliberate care first on my balls, then on my cock, as she got me hotter with every passing stroke.
"Those finger strokes are too much," I sighed. "Get on with the sucking. I can't take anymore."
"My but you're an impatient young man."
"When it comes to getting my rocks aroused, you're damned right I'm impatient. Can you blame me?"
"Okay, honey, we'll do as you say."
She continued toying with my balls as she opened her mouth and let my big rod slide in. It felt good to have her tongue wrapped around it once more.
"Slide that tongue around," I commanded. "Give me your best suck. I want it, I want it."
Mom drove her head relentlessly up and down, fingering my balls all the while. Her talk about impatience was being borne out by her actions. She wanted to taste a good load and fast.
"Suck it, suck it all out of me," I commanded, running my fingers over her bare ass. "I wanna pour my juice into you."
She ran her talented tongue up and down my pole a few more times, upon which the heat rose within me and the hot white lava shot out from the end of my big prick.
After that I felt relief.
"That tasted good," Mom slapped my ass playfully.
"Hope that makes your day complete."
"It sure will help."
"That's good."
"I'll fix you something to eat."
"Great. Think I'll get a shower."
In the shower with the hot water running down me I got to thinking about Cindy. For some reason she stuck in my mind. I had enjoyed fucking with Bev and wanted to do it again, but Cindy had a special place in my heart for some unexplainable reason. I hadn't had much of an opportunity to talk to her the night before, and I was hoping that her antagonism toward me had worn off for good.
Then I got to thinking about Mom. There just never seemed to be any let-up with her when it came to sex. I figured that all the inhibitions she had held for so many years that had been burning to break loose for a long period of time were causing her to react in a strong, unrestrained manner. For years she. hadn't gotten in much fucking, so all of a sudden that was all she seemed to want to do. Not only that but it fitted into her job.
A troubled thought hit my mind. I wondered if Mom would try to possess me over a long term duration. I loved her body and face and enjoyed fucking her in a big way, but I didn't expect to spend the rest of my life tied to her. I just wasn't that breed of cat and never would be. I was too much the individual agent who liked to do things in his own way when he wanted to.
I got out of the tub and dried my body briskly. I put on my clothes and walked into the kitchen, where mother was in the process of finishing preparing my food.
"How'd a steak sandwich be?" she asked.
"Great. I'm so hungry that I could eat the cow it came off of raw."
"That won't be necessary. What'd you like to drink?"
"How about a beer."
"Fine."
"You know what's on tap tonight? I mean, does Eddie have anything planned for either one of us?"
"No, we're off tonight," Mom said. "Usually after a big exhibition like we had last night Eddie lets the people who participated in it have a night off. Usually they need it. The whores that had to service those hungry guys won't have to work tonight, either."
"That's good, 'cause they must have really been bushed."
"They were."
"Maybe we can use the rest as well."
"Oh come on now. A young man like you shouldn't talk that way."
"Young men can get tired from too much screwing, too."
"First of all, I don't believe there's any such thing as too much screwing. Second, you shouldn't be getting tired doing it, especially when I've got things for you in mind."
"Like what?" I inquired, taking my first swig of the beer Mom placed before me.
"Like I'm thinking of throwing a big party tonight for you and me."
"A party?"
"That's right, and I'm thinking of inviting just one other person."
"Eddie?"
"No. I'm the only one who would get a thrill out of screwing him. This person would give us both a thrill. Cindy."
"What do you have in mind?" My ears perked up over the mention of her name. All of a sudden thoughts of resting that night were supplanted by the more intriguing proposition of going to bed with Cindy for a second time.
"I'm thinking of fixing steaks and drinks for the three of us. Then after we've eaten and drank to our heart's content we can just kind of settle back and let nature take its course."
"By that you mean a wild orgy."
"If you prefer to put it that way. Anyway I was just getting ready to call her about the time you got up. Now if you'll excuse me I'll go in the other room and phone her now."
Mom left the room, returning several minutes later with a triumphant grin on her face.
"Good news. Not only is she available. She's turned on about the idea as I am. She'll be here around eight."
"Then we'd better both save ourselves for that."
"I guess so," Mom smiled.
After my late brunch I did a little reading. I then decided to go for a swim in the pool. When I walked outside wearing my navy blue trunks I spotted Mom swimming back and forth vigorously in the pool.
"Come on now," she laughed when she got a look at me. "Just what are you doing with those trunks on? Let yourself go, let it all hang out. Take everything off."
A closer look in Mom's direction revealed that she was in the nude. Right off, my cock became excited.
Not wanting to be denounced as a prude, I stripped off my trunks, revealing a huge hard-on.
"And you're the guy who says he gets tired," Mom swam over to the edge of the pool and rested with her arms hanging over the top, watching me carefully. "For a guy who's tired you've really got that pole hanging way out there."
"I guess certain sights just happen to inspire me."
"Like me swimming bare-assed naked?"
"I can't think of a better one."
"You are a doll. Jump in and join me."
I trotted over toward the diving board at the other end of the pool and plunged in, swimming over to where Mom was.
When I moved within a few inches of her she grabbed a handful of water and splashed it against my face. I quickly returned the favor and before we knew it I had her in my arms. My cock was thrust out full length, begging for immediate release.
"We were gonna save ourselves for Cindy," Mom sighed, running her hand under the water and putting it around my dong, which she massaged with eager movements.
"Yes, we were."
"Do you suppose that just one little episode would hurt anything?" Mom looked at me hopefully.
"I was wondering the same thing. No, I don't think so."
"Then what are we waiting for?"
"Where do you want it?" I inquired.
"What's wrong with right here? The only place I haven't been fucked in the last few months is underwater. Nothing would thrill me more than having you ram that big stick of yours into my ass."
"Sodomy aqua style? "
We both laughed.
"That's very good," Mom nodded, running her fingers eagerly over my prick and nuts under the water. "I'd love to be sodomized aqua style. I'll spread and you just go ahead and penetrate."
"I love penetrating that tightness."
"Here it is, baby. It all belongs to you."
She parted her legs and lunged forward slightly. Her well-shaped ass never looked more appealing. My heart began pumping resoundingly as a well of anticipation built up in my gut.
I lunged forward, letting my prick slide inside her ass. I cupped my fingers around her ass cheeks for added support as I began thrusting back and forth slowly but emphatically.
"Oh, I love that size," Mom sighed. "Keep it up, darling."
Her words of encouragement made me all the more determined to give her a great fuck. I increased the tempo of my movements, speeding them up until I was rocking at full speed.
"It feels so good, so great," she sighed.
"I love your tightness," I exclaimed.
With speedy impact I continued surging forward resolutely until I reached the imminent verge of explosion.
"Fuck me, fuck me, I want it, I want you," she begged.
"You're gonna get me," I promised with a gasp. "Send your hot juices inside me."
"They're on their way. Oh, here it comes. Oooohhhh, aaaahhhhh, this is it."
"Oh, I feel it. So nice and warm. Oh, I love it, it feels so great, thank you, I love you.
After the last drops of hot jism spilled out of the end of my prick Mom wheeled around and planted a grateful kiss on my lips.
"That's for being such a dear."
"The feeling's mutual. I got a lot of thrills out of it, too."
We went back to swimming for the next few minutes. About the time that I got turned on looking at Mom's beautiful nude body once more I figured it was time to get out and remove myself from temptation. That is, if I was gonna have anything left for Cindy that night.
"Where you going in such a hurry, honey?" Mom asked as I jumped out of the pool and headed toward the house.
"You've got too much voltage for me," I pointed down toward my hard cock with a grin. "If I don't get away from you fast I'll never have anything left for the party tonight."
"I'm both flattered and disappointed," she laughed. "I'm flattered you're that turned on by my nude body and disappointed that I'm driving you out of the pool."
"You're not really driving me out," I did my best to set her at ease. "I need a nap anyway to get me good and ready for tonight."
"I know. Cindy and I won't be safe in the same house with you."
"That's right. Your son's a sex maniac, particularly when he's around his mother."
"Well just stay a sex maniac, honey. You're a lot more fun that way."
On that note I picked up a towel on top of an aluminum patio table, dried myself off, and vanished inside the house. I slept soundly until a few minutes before seven.
"How should I dress for the party?" I asked Mom after I got up.
"That's very simple. You don't."
"Then it's one of these in the buff things?"'
"That's right. Cindy'll be stripping as soon as she gets here."
"Very casual setting."
"I like it casual," Mom winked.
Cindy arrived a few minutes after eight. Mom peeked through the window before she answered the door just to make sure that it wasn't somebody else.
"Hi, honey," Cindy greeted her sexily, eyeing Mom's body up and down hungrily. She greeted Mom affectionately by running her fingers around her cunt.
"Oh, that feels great," Mom sighed.
"That's just a tiny sample of what I've got in store for you."
"Tell me more."
"I'll do more than that. I'll show you more, and pretty soon."
"Hi, Cindy," I entered the scene wearing a big smile
"Good evening, Harry." Her tone became instantly more formal and distant, which I was sorry to see. But at least it wasn't outwardly hostile, as it had once been.
Mom fixed pre-dinner cocktails, Margueritas that put all of us very much on the ropes. We were high and in the giddy stage by the time we sat down to dinner.
"These steaks look great," Cindy said.
"Yeah, but this dinner's nothing compared to the dinner we're all gonna be getting afterwards," Mom grinned, running a hand affectionately over Cindy's bare leg.
"You cut that out or I'll skip the steaks and go on to something else right now," Cindy grinned sensuously, returning the favor by running her fingers briskly over Mom's tits.
Their eyes locked momentarily, and it appeared that they were both contemplating the possibility of skipping dinner and concentrating fully on each other. Then, without a word being spoken, they dropped their hands and turned their attention to the plates in front of them. I couldn't help but feel disturbed over the bond of closeness I saw emerging between them. Not that I didn't want them to be close, it was just that I wanted also to be a part of things, and from the way they looked at each other I wasn't sure I would be.
We ate rapidly, after which Mom fixed more drinks.
"Let's get a little more uninhibited," she laughed.
"I'm already about as uninhibited as I can get," Cindy looked at her longingly and ran her hand affectionately around Mom's bare ass.
"Wait, let's all wait for a little bit," Mom held up her hand in warning. "I have some pre-dinner entertainment."
"I know you do, and that's why I came over," Cindy drooled.
"No, dear, I mean something else in addition to the wonderful games we're going to play. I have an entertaining movie to show us."
"What kind of movie?" I asked, surprised by her announcement. Mom and Eddie both seemed full of surprises. One night it's a surprise sexhibition engineered by Mom and Eddie, the next a movie that Mom had mentioned nothing about.
"I'll let the film speak for itself, dear," she completely ducked my question. "Let's go have a look."
We walked into the den, where Mom had already set up the projector and the screen. I recalled how many times we had looked at old movies, some of which my father had taken when we were on trips, in the days when I was in grade school and high school. But since my graduation from high school we seemed to become much less of a film viewing and film taking family. As far as I knew the projector hadn't even been used since Dad died. That was why I was particularly curious to find out what Mom had in tap for us.
"Would you get up and run the film for us, baby?" Mom asked me soothingly. That used to be my old responsibility whenever we showed movies.
"Be glad to."
I got up from the chair and flipped off the light switch, creating darkness through the whole room. No sooner did the light go off than Cindy copped a feel of Mom's ass.
"Oh, Cindy," Mom chuckled with delight. "You're acting like a complete schoolgirl."
"Schoolgirls get horny too," Cindy laughed.
I got the film running and took a seat on the end of the large sofa where Mom and Cindy were sitting cozily next to each other.
The film instantly turned me on as it opened, in lively color, with two beautiful broads lying next to each other in bed.
FRIENDLY ROOMIES, was the title that flashed on the screen.
It was a beautiful apartment and the bed was in the shape of a heart. As the girls awakened they looked fondly into each other's eyes as the camera closed in on them. Their huge tits rubbed against each other in a demonstration of affection. Then their legs locked as they got ready to engage in more vigorous pursuits.
The one lying on the left was a gorgeous olive-skinned brunette with dark sexy eye-lashed, her friend on the right a stunning blonde with an ivory complexion and flaming red lips.
"This is getting real suggestive," Cindy chuckled, running her fingers up and down Mom's leg.
The brunette and the blonde went into a round of fervent kissing. At first their lips crushed against each other, then they moved into a round of French kissing.
Finally the Frenching broke up, at which point they wound up in sixty-nine position across from each other, their tongues cannonading wildly and uninhibitedly over each other's clit and cunt.
Cindy, who was boiling over with sexual anticipation, ran her fingers eagerly across Mom's snatch. Mom, in turn, reciprocated. By that time I had mixed feelings running through me. I was turned on by the spectacle of the beautiful broads sixty-nining in living color on the screen in front of me, but angry over the fact that Mom and Cindy were tickling each other's snatch without getting me involved in the action.
Finally Mom looked over at me, sitting with a forlorn look on my face next to Cindy, and said:
"Don't be rude, Cindy. Use that spare hand on Harry. He needs a little action."
I was thankful over Mom's considerate attitude, since I would have gotten damned mad sitting all by myself and not getting any attention. After all, I was a member of the group just like they were, and I expected in on the fun.
On the screen the two beauties were just finishing a great suck, shooting on target.
I wondered if the whole film was coming to an end, and quickly turned around to see if it was time for me to get up and do my thing. But a quick look revealed that there was plenty more film to run.
As the girls lay in each other's arms looking admiringly at each other a big, ruggedly handsome looking guy who must have stood at least 6-4 and had a mammoth hairy chest to boot came striding proudly into the room, holding in his fingers about the hugest dick I had ever laid eyes on. His eyes wore a searing look of hungry sensuality.
"Is he ever hung," Mom gasped.
Finally Cindy, who had been highly reluctant at first, had warmed fully into the task of massaging my prick. I knew that with just a few more minutes of that kind of effort I would be on the verge of shooting off.
WELCOME VISITOR, was the title that flashed on the screen when the big guy came lumbering into the room.
The blonde lay back in the bed and spread her legs widely, anticipating his first thrust. The brunette got up and stood next to the bed. The camera closed in dramatically as the big guy let his cock slide into the blonde's open-lipped pussy. The blonde threw her fingers around his buttocks cheeks as he rammed his prick in and out of her slit.
The brunette joined the act at that point, throwing herself down on her stomach and lifting her head, getting ready to set her sights on the big guys asshole.
She let her tongue slide around eagerly inside his ass, creating extra impetus for him as he let his big dick slide around the blonde's tight cunt.
"That do something for you kids?" Mom shouted excitedly.
"Oh, does it ever, I'm almost ready to cream now," I said.
"Save it, baby, for after the movie ends," Mom warned.
The movie pushed toward its stirring climax, both literally and figuratively, as the broad head of the big guy's shaft plunged solidly inside the blonde's cunt. The blonde's legs began trembling and her fingers reached into the guy's hair and began pulling.
The faster the big guy shoved his penis around inside the blonde's love nest the speedier the brunette's ass sucking motions also became. The big guy's ass flipped back and forth with unbridled enthusiasm while his shaft darted around spiritedly in the blonde's cunt.
THE EXPLOSION, the next title flashed on the screen.
The camera closed in on the big guy's cock sliding around excitedly in the blonde's snatch. Then the gusher came, the huge white gushing tornado of cream spilling voluminously and unrestrainedly out of the tip of his huge shaft and into the blonde's cunt.
"What a load," Mom exclaimed. "What a man!"
That time I was sure that the film was over, but once more after looking back I could see that there was still quite a bit of film remaining.
Following the big guy's super explosion inside the blonde's cunt he began making eyes at the brunette. He took his powerful arms and wrapped them around her, pushing her body against his, letting his fingers slide exploringly around her well-shaped tits as his lips pushed hungrily against hers.
Finally his eyes became infatuated with her hairy black bush and what lay beneath it. He was hungry for snatch and it was written all over his eyes as he let his head drop downward quickly toward his delicious target.
He buried his head between her legs, letting his fingers run up and down them eagerly while his tongue slurped away, sucking at a spirited pace as his head bobbed up and down enthusiastically.
"Looks like he's hot for pussy," Mom laughed.
"Just like I am right now," I exclaimed, running my hand up and down Cindy's leg softly.
"You wanna eat me?" Cindy whispered.
"Right up to your navel," I assured her.
"You'll get your chance, honey."
Thrills surged through my entire body. Not only had she spoken warmly to me-she even called me an affectionate name like honey for the first time ever! At long last it looked like I was breaking down the wall of resistance which had separated us.
Apparently she was anything but a hopeless lez, as I had thought, and instead was just waiting to pick her spots with the right guy. I only hoped I would prove to be that person.
On the screen the big guy had his forefinger prying around inside the brunette's asshole while he sucked her. The blonde, who had rested for a few minutes, was now resuming activity by letting her tongue flit around inside his asshole, which in turn caused him to increase his tempo as his tongue slid around the brunette's love tunnel.
Finally the brunette exploded and the blonde abandoned her movements on the big guy's asshole.
A HAPPY ENDING, was the final title that flashed on the screen.
"Now that they've had their happy ending we oughta have ours," Mom quipped as I got up from the couch and flipped off the projector. I then strode over to the wall and flicked on the light.
"I'm all for that," Cindy swooned, throwing herself into Mom's arms. Their tits and cunts met in beautiful friction.
"Save something for me," I said, looking down once more at my cock, which was as rigid as a rock.
"We wouldn't forget you," Cindy winked.
"Let's move into the bedroom," Mom suggested.
They took their hands off of each other long enough to walk briskly into the bedroom. I was just a half step behind them, my prick nervous and anxious for action.
Cindy immediately pounced on top of Mom, parting her legs with trembling fingers and sinking her tongue down on Mom's snatch. Blazing with erotic energy, she used it like a brisk plunger, whirling and slipping and sliding.
Not about to be left out of the act, I slid atop the bed, letting my tongue whiplash its way around Cindy's asshole. She noticed the difference immediately, I could detect from the way that she sped up her clip in sucking Mom.
"Oh, you two sucking fiends are too much," Mom gasped. "How can a woman take it, how can she take it at all. Oh, the way you're wielding that tongue. I'm on fire, I'm on fire, oh, oh, ooohhhhhh, I'm on fire. I'm gonna shoot."
One more prolonged gasp on Mom's part and she was there, flooding Cindy's mouth.
"That ass lick drives me wild," Cindy turned and faced me with a smile. "Go down on me, lover."
That took the cake! She had called me "lover" no less this time and I could hardly wait to show her just how much love I had stored up in my tongue for her.
My hot red tongue became a blazing piston as it flipped back and forth rigorously over her hot snatch. Her fingers ran through my warm sweaty hair as I breathlessly plunged back and forth around every beautiful crevice of her mound.
"Oh, what a man, what a sex machine," she gasped as Mom lay on the bed next to us watching with a look of admiration. I got the definite feeling that she was enormously proud of the way I was coming on as well as the way that Cindy was finally dramatically as well as decisively responding to me. "Suck me dry, baby. Make me your woman. Suck, suck, oh suck, suck me dry, I want it, I wanna feed you, suck, suck, suck."
Her words were like the sexiest music ever recorded as they reverberated powerfully in my ears. My sweaty fingers trembled as I ran them over the tight firm skin of her buttocks as my tongue slid wildly over her hot nest.
"I'm getting close, sweetheart," she sighed, "very close. Suck me, suck me good."
I gripped my fingers tightly around her ass and let my tongue plunge more eagerly than ever before. Back and forth it slipped and slid as it beat a steady tattoo over her pussy lining.
"This is it, baby," she finally sighed. "Catch it because here it comes in all its glory."
I devoured every drop in all its glory, after which I threw my arms into hers and we kissed powerfully, as if we were the last two people on earth.
"How come it took so long for us to become this friendly," she sighed after it was all over.
"You didn't want to, honey. Remember?"
"Yeah, you're right. My hang-ups prevented beautiful things like this happening before."
"We did it before tonight."
"True, but that was just with the body. This is with the spirit, and that's the way it has to be when it really counts."
"Then you're an idealist."
"I guess I am, even though I sounded anything but that."
"Why don't I fix all of us a drink," Mother chimed in at that point. "Fine with me," I nodded. "Me too," Cindy smiled.
I couldn't get over the rapid transformation of Cindy. Before she had been cold and distant. Now a radiant new warmth which had been lying dormant within her previously was now swinging into full cycle. I dug the other Cindy physically in a big way, but I admired the new Cindy as powerfully as I had sensually desired the old Cindy.
Conversation was brief and abbreviated during the time that we sipped our drinks. After we finished our drinks Mom made a suggestion:
"Just what do you think of my boy, Cindy?"
"I think he's the most."
"You think enough of him to want him to plunge his penis into your Jove mound?"
"I sure do," she looked at me longingly.
"Then why don't we go back in the bedroom," Mom smiled. "I'd love to watch something like that."
My cock hardened instantly just thinking about it. I'd finally get to stick my long prong into her in just the way I had always desired to do it. I walked several steps behind her, my eyes hungrily glaring at her beautiful ass as it wiggled sexily from side to side.
She was a lot of woman, just too much woman, so much woman that I wanted to fuck her and fuck her and then fuck her some more. Never had I felt quite that strongly about another woman before.
Sure, I'd been turned on more times than I could count and shot my rocks off more times than I could count, but Cindy was an altogether different erotic experience than any of the others.
Cindy lay back on the bed and gave me one of those erotic hellfire looks, like she could hardly wait for me to penetrate her.
"Ram it in, honey," Mom encouraged. I couldn't get over her unselfish attitude of letting us go to it while she calmly stood by.
I guided my cock inside her with a swift, penetrating forward movement. Back and forth it moved with rapid-fire impact while her ass and legs bounced and swayed with every movement.
"Tear me up, honey, pour your juice into me," she said huskily, her body quivering with excitement.
Determined to get as much erotic enjoyment as possible at any one time, I let my lips crush hers, then entered my tongue inside her mouth, where our tongues locked.
The warm, secure feeling of her tongue locked against mine drove me absolutely wild, sending all kinds of pulsating thrills generating through my whole naked body from head to toe.
The tempo speeded up as my prick flipped back and forth. Now I was ready to shoot my load. My balls began to itch, a message that was also picked up by the tip of my cock.
With my tongue locked against hers my big prick exploded magnificently in the tightness of her snatch.
"I guess we make quite a team," I said softly after I broke our kiss.
"We must," she nodded.
"You know, I got pretty hot from watching you two," Mom put in.
"Can I do something about that?" I asked.
"You sure can," Mom nodded. "How about sucking me."
"Be glad to, if my lover over here will excuse me."
"Sure. Be kind to your mother," Cindy smiled.
"Right now I'm not a mother, dear," Mom said. "I'm just a hot woman who needs release."
"Well there's nobody like your boy Harry to put out the fire. Is there, Mom?"
"No, but a little less talking for now and a little more action, baby, 'cause I really need it."
"Well here I come."
Mom lay back and let my tongue take care of the rest. She was so hot that it didn't take more than a few strokes before she shot.
CHAPTER EIGHT
I was in the clouds for the entire next day after my wild sex session with beautiful Cindy. We both realized that the evening meant more than just a series of screws, a fact that Mom was aware of as well.
The impact hit in even greater fashion long after Cindy had departed and I lay tossing and turning in my bed. There was just no way that I could get that chick out of my mind.
I was lulled out of my dreamland the middle of the following afternoon by a telephone call.
"Hi, Champ. How you doing?" the voice came on in friendly fashion.
"Who's this?"
"Eddie, your old buddy."
"Oh, hi, Eddie. What's up?"
"How'd you like to make yourself some money tonight?"
"Doing what?"
"Now what kind of question is that?" he laughed. "Fucking, what else. Isn't that what I pay you to do?"
"Yeah. I guess it is."
"Good, Glad we got that straight."
"What is this? An exhibition with Mom?"
"No, my friend, I'm trying to line up one of those next week. Tonight I want you to entertain a beautiful young lady in her home. That isn't so hard to take, is it?"
"I have made money harder ways."
"I'm sure we all have," he laughed again. "Well, this is a gorgeous young gal who's been divorced three times. All her husbands had one thing in common. They had more money than they knew what to do with and after she got tired of fucking with them and wanted to shed them she got some of it."
"Sounds promising, but I'm not rich."
"That's all right. This is strictly for play. She always did have a lot of hot young studs around to service her, even when she was married. I've known Martha for years."
Eddie then gave me Martha's address along with directions on how to reach her place. He told me to be there at nine sharp, and that punctuality was of the utmost importance.
I took a nap in preparation for the big evening. I figured that with a background such as that which Eddie had out-lined to me she would probably ex pect a lot.
Remembering what Eddie had said about punctuality, I left with plenty of time to spare that evening. The address was in Sherman Oaks, and somewhere somehow I took a wrong turn. As a result, the thing I hadn't wanted to happen did-I was a few minutes late on arrival.
A white-haired butler with a stern look answered the door.
"Whom do you wish to see?" he asked with a stiffness that matched his looks and personality.
"Martha."
"And who might you be?"
"My name's Harry. She's expecting me."
"Oh, yes, sir," he acknowledged my presence with a bow. "Follow me this way, please."
The place was a two story mansion that was out of sight. It was even more impressive than Eddie's. He led me up the stairs and down a long corridor. I expected to wind up in a bedroom, but if that was where he was taking me than it was located in a strange place. He led me all the way down to the end of the hall.
"I'll knock, sir," he said as we stopped in front of the last door.
"Who is it?" a woman's voice barked crossly. I instantly hoped that it wasn't the one I was supposed to make love to.
"Your guest has arrived, madam," he said soothingly.
"Okay, then show him in," her tone was no less gruff than before.
"Yes, ma'am. Go ahead, please." He opened up the door and I walked inside. He closed it quickly behind him.
I was surprised to find myself in a dark room that that didn't resemble a bedroom any more than a billiard parlor would be expected to. A white massage table rested in the middle of the room.
"Well, it took you long enough to get here," she snapped. "You're fifteen minutes late."
I looked around the room and finally noticed a well proportioned naked woman lying back in a black vibrating chair in a corner of the room.
"Sorry," I grinned nervously, feeling terribly ill at ease, "but I got lost on the way."
"You got lost on the way," she threw her blonde head back and laughed. "You men absolutely slay me. You know what you are? Not just you but all of the men in the world."
"What's that?"
"You're big babies, all of the big bad men I've known. All big babies. You need us gals around to tell you everything, even when to get off the potty."
"I don't ever remember having to be told to get off the potty by anybody," I retorted, not liking her attitude one damned bit. I took a closer look in her direction and noticed that she was sipping on a drink.
"Listen here, snotty Harry, I invited you over here to screw and not to give me static."
"Sorry. Then let's screw."
"I was just getting around to that." She finished off the rest of her drink, then set the glass down.
Martha rose on unsteady feet, walking slowly toward the massage table, which she flopped her body on top of. As she walked past me on the way to the table I got my first real good look at her. She had sparkling blue eyes and a body that couldn't have been put together any better. Her face and form were enough to make her the woman who launched a thousand ships, at the very least the woman who married three incredibly wealthy husbands and ended up incredibly wealthy herself.
She lay on her stomach on the table, showing me her cute ass. I wondered what would happen next.
"Well don't just stand there, stupid," she said impatiently, slurring her words slightly. I got the impression she had been doing a lot of drinking for quite a while before I arrived.
"What do you expect me to do?"
"Go to work on my body with those fingers of yours."
"You mean play the role of the masseur?"
"Gee, you catch on fast. That's exactly what I mean."
I began by planting my fingers around her cute buttocks cheeks, letting them slice briskly. It was tight and firm skin that I loved to touch, even if the gal the skin belonged to had been acting like a perfect bitch from the moment I had met her.
"Okay, that's good so far," she snapped, "but let's not spend all your time on my ass. Let's circulate those fingers around different parts of me. They need it, too."
I tried her legs next. They were firm as well, and I loved the contact with the warmth of her skin.
"Okay, okay," she said after I had spent a few minutes on her legs. "Now you can go to work on my back."
The fingers worked their way around her back. She enjoyed that phase of the operation so well that it continued even longer than the previous phases had.
"That was okay," she told me reluctantly. From her I suppose that that represented a great compliment.
Martha then turned over on her back.
"Now for the real fun, now that I'm a little more relaxed," she grinned. "Let's see how good a job you can do massaging my pussy."
I began slowly, seeking to let the excitement build within her on a stroke for stroke basis.
"Speed it up," she said impatiently. "I want it faster."
I kept up the finger work at a brisk pace until Martha decided it was time to go on to something else.
"Okay, now stick your tongue in my snatch," she commanded briskly. "I want you to lick my slit."
Although I kept getting more pissed with each succeeding angry command I nevertheless kept my cool sufficiently to apply myself to the job at hand. My tongue slid wildly up and down around her box.
"Keep it up, I'm about ready to go," she said. A few strokes later she did go, shooting inside my mouth.
"Okay, now I've got something else for you to do," she related, turning over and showing me her ass one more time.
"What's up now?" I asked.
"Kiss my ass, you stupid fool. What do you think?"
"How am I supposed to know? I'm not a mind reader."
"When I show you my ass, you idiot, you oughta know it ain't just to look at. First I want you to kiss it, then when I get good and damned ready to tell you, I want you to suck it. Now you read me?"
"I get you as far as what you say, but I'm pissed at your attitude. Do you have to talk to people that way?"
"You don't fit my idea of people, sonny boy," she laughed sardonically. "You're nothing but a male hooker."
"You're nothing but a female hooker," I couldn't resist the opening.
"Where do you come up with that shit, you sarcastic bastard?" her voice rose angrily.
"I mean that I don't make any bones about what I do. I perform a service for a price and that's it. Well, you performed the same kind of service for three rich dudes without admitting as much and wound up taking them for plenty."
"I won't be talked to this way in my own house by some fresh young punk," she exploded. "To hell with you, you bastard."
"On that kind note I guess I'll be leaving," I grinned.
"Like hell you will," she challenged me. "You'll stick around here as long as I tell you and do exactly what I say. You'll lick shit off my ass if I tell you to."
"You can eat your own shit," I bitterly retorted, "and on the subject of shit, you've sure handed me enough of it."
"You lousy little punk, I'll call up Eddie and have your wise little ass canned from this job," she shouted after me as I broke toward the door.
"You do that," I looked at her and grinned as I opened the door. "You needn't bother calling the butler on my account. I can find my way out of here."
"Get out, you son of a bitch," I heard her voice ringing deafeningly as I closed the door behind me.
I ran into the butler at the edge of the hall. He wore a look of embarrassment after having heard her rageful utterances delivered against me.
"Sorry, sir, but the lady of the house just isn't herself tonight," he said.
"That's okay, pal," I patted him consolingly on the back. "It's not your fault."
The moment I arrived back home Mom had a message for me.
"Eddie called a few minutes ago. He sounded very upset."
"I know what it's all about," I nodded. "I'll call him."
"By the way, you're home awfully early tonight for a working night."
"Yeah, well that's what Eddie wants to talk to me about."
"I hope nothing went wrong." Mom looked at me with concern.
"Everything went wrong," I laughed.
Eddie was fit to be tied when I got him on the phone.
"How could you do something like this to me," he erupted. It marked the first time I ever heard him lose his cool over anything. "It had to be Martha, one of my best and oldest customers."
"I'm sorry, Eddie," I replied calmly, "but I just don't like being talked to like I'm some kind of lowly animal. She treated me worse than she would her dog and expected me to like it."
"I know that she can act awful after she's been drinking, I mean put on one of these acts where she dictates orders like the queen or something, but I figured you'd keep your cool in spite of anything she said. That's why I felt confident when I sent you over. You let me down, you really did."
"I'm sorry you feel that way, Eddie, but I'm not about to be talked to in the way she talked to me."
"Well, I'm much too upset by both her call and your stubborn attitude to talk about this anymore. Come over and see me tomorrow afternoon around two and we'll discuss you and how you fit into this operation in full detail."
"Okay. Goodnight."
I hung up the phone. All of a sudden I felt depressed as hell, the most depressed I'd felt since leaving Vietnam. Suddenly I realized my true station. I was no more than a trained seal who was called on to supply a little entertainment for rich ladies of idle leisure. I was the toy they would resort to on boring evenings, and they reserved the right to treat me any way they wanted to.
Usually when I get confused and depressed I want to get drunk. This evening was no exception. I walked into the bar and opened up a new-bottle of sour mash whiskey, pouring some of its contents into a' glass.
I gulped the whiskey down hard and fast. It felt good settling its warmth on my stomach.
"I hope you cleared up your problem with Eddie, dear," Mom said as she strode into the room, fixing herself a drink and sprawling out in a chair.
"I don't know," I shrugged. "I've gotta see the guy tomorrow."
"Did you lose your cool with a difficult woman?"
"I sure as hell did. She had it coming and I told her what I thought of her."
"That arrogant attitude of yours can get you in real trouble."
"This time I wasn't the arrogant one. She was."
"Let's have a good fuck after we get drunk."
"Okay," I said, but I felt unenthusiastic about the whole thing. My mind was a million miles away. I thought about Cindy and wondered what she was doing that very minute. My guess was that she was doing the same thing I should have been doing, making love to a wealthy customer for dear old Eddie.
Mom and I had three drinks each. After that she began edging up next to me, toying eagerly with my cock and balls. There was one difference between then and other occasions, however. This time my cock and balls weren't responding.
"What's wrong, dear? Don't you like me anymore?" Mom looked at me sadly.
"No, that's not it. It's just that there's a girl I just can't seem to get out of my mind."
"I know," she nodded. "That's why I did my best to patch things up between you two."
"I appreciated that. As a matter-of-fact, you know what I'm thinking of doing right now? I'm thinking of going to her. Tonight."
"Do it. You think a lot of her. Well tell her so. She's waiting to hear it from you. I can tell."
"You really think so?"
"I'm a woman, my dear, and I know how women think and feel. Especially Cindy. She's confided a good deal in me. I think she liked you right from the beginning. The problem was she'd had two unsuccessful marriages and had turned off men at the time you met her."
"For somebody she liked I really caught a lot of hell in the beginning," I smiled ruefully.
"Of course you did. You caught her on a collision course when her values of that moment were clashing with what she felt deep down inside her. She had sworn off men but she couldn't help being attracted to you. Rather than face up to the fact that she was attracted she tried instead to convince herself she wasn't by treating you nastily."
"Now all of a sudden this whole thing's beginning to make sense," I nodded, "and I've got you to thank for all this."
"You could do one thing for me that would make me grateful. Something you could do before going over to see Cindy."
"What's that?"
"Go down on me. My cunt needs the action."
"Okay." I kissed her lips fondly.
We did it right on the floor. I stripped her negligee from her and sucked her cunt briskly until she shot. After that she gave me the address of Cindy's apartment and I was on my way.
CHAPTER NINE
Cindy's apartment was located a few blocks away from the Sunset Strip. It was dark and deserted when I arrived a few minutes past twelve.
I waited in my car for her to arrive home. She finally pulled to a stop in the driveway at twelve-thirty. My breath stopped, my gut tightened, and my prick hardened as I saw her get out of the car. Her body never looked more beautiful than it did at that moment, compressed nicely into a green mini.
"Hi, Cindy," I got out of my car and walked over to her.
"Harry. What are you doing here at this hour of night?"
"I had something I just had to talk to you about."
"Apparently, considering the hour."
"I'm sorry. Just getting back from a call?" We walked inside the building together. She opened the door to her apartment and let me in.
"Yeah, I had a fifty-two-year-old dyke that just didn't wanna let me go for anything. She wanted me to move in with her and be her steady girl. She was incredibly wealthy. She offered three hundred bucks per week plus food and room. I could hardly believe it."
"She knows a good thing when she sees it."
"She was hot for me. I'll say that. She tongued me from head to toe, not missing a thing. She made love to my toes, sucked on them, sucked out my ear lobes, my tits, my ass, and finally my cunt. Then she put on a wild dildo act, ramming that big thing into my cunt and ass until I was so sore I could hardly walk."
"You know what you need?"
"What?"
"A good shower. A nice warm shower. That'll have you feeling in the pink."
"Maybe you've got something there."
"And I know what'll make it even better. I'll take it with you."
"That sounds even better." She threw her head back and laughed, slapping a playful hand against my buttocks.
We undressed each other quickly and immediately set sail for the bathroom. Cindy turned on the warm water and we jumped bare-assed naked inside.
My first action was to slap down her cunt thoroughly, which I then rinsed off. My next move was to soap down her buttocks cheeks and asshole, after which I rinsed them off.
The soap and finger movements caused Cindy's breathing to step up dramatically. Recognizing how hot she was becoming I then focused my attention on her tits, which I alternately rubbed and rinsed off, admiring their voluptuous beauty all the while.
After I put the bar of soap down Cindy quickly picked it up and washed my cock and balls. She then rinsed them off, running her hands up and down my long dong. Responding to the cue, my fingers went to work with enthusiasm on her cunt.
"Let's get out of here before we orgasm in the shower," I suggested with a gasp.
She shut off the water and we exited the tub, drying each other off briskly. From there we headed anxiously for the bedroom, jumping inside the sack and into each other's arms.
My tongue began eagerly devouring her pendulous white breasts. For a few strokes I would lick, then I would permit my teeth to nibble gingerly on them.
"Suck, suck, suck," she sighed.
Electrically my tongue continued working its way around her boobs, until I finally decided it was time to move on to her cunt. My red tongue focused intensely on her love mound as it pierced her again and again, causing her to gasp and sigh and twist rhythmically to my every spirited movement. With a gasp she came the first time, giving me the reward I had gone after.
"Now shove your big stick in me, honey," she begged.
The big stick was ready to respond to the challenge. It had been hotly anticipating sex with her, from the time that I started ruminating about Cindy as I drank whiskey at home.
"Fuck me," she begged, her body twisting and turning dramatically, desiring contact with my hot prick. "I want you in me, I want you to explode inside me, fuck me, baby, fuck me, shoot your juices inside me."
With determined zeal I let my big dick lunge forward forcefully, making its way with speedy assurance inside her box. I let my hot fingers run up and down her sensuously trim legs as my dick made explosive music within her tightness.
My broad-based penis rammed forward with deliberate speed as both of us began noticeably reacting to the erotic stimulation. I shoved my forefinger up tightly in her asshole, letting it plunge wildly until her body was flipping back and forth, meeting every one of my movements.
"Kiss me, kiss me," she begged.
I leaned my head forward and let my lips make impact with hers.
"In my mouth," she implored. "I want your tongue against mine. I want your tongue."
Now my cock and tongue were both working at optimum, my tongue swirling around hers and my hot dick pumping its way ever nearer to orgasm inside her love gash.
Finally the hot white juice bolted out of the end of my fuckstick and into her cunt. She came at almost the same instant.
"I love you," I told her softly. "And I love you."
"You know what I wanna do? What I really wanna do?"
"Tell me, honey."
"I wanna end my life here, go someplace else and make a fresh start. And I want you with me more than anything."
"Oh, honey," she smiled, kissing my lips. "I feel the same way."
"Let's end this scene, this fucking with other people for a price. I don't like these people telling me what to do. I wanna be my own boss."
"I feel the same way," she nodded emphatically.
Once again we kissed. I let my fingers travel down to her breasts and found myself turned on all over again.
"This time give me a good one up the ass," she implored, running her fingers over my dong.
"Your request will be answered, my love," I assured.
I gripped her ass cheeks tightly with my fingers for extra support and let my rod pierce her asshole.
"Oh, you're in me and it feels so great," she gasped.
"This is just the beginning."
Although I wanted to slow things down and proceed at a more leisurely pace the surges of excitement that ran through me wouldn't permit it. I just had to fuck her ass until I exploded and fast.
Several strokes later I was already on the verge of orgasm:
"Get ready, honey," I warned, " 'cause this is it. I'm about ready to shoot it off."
"Cream me, my lover."
I cupped my fingers over her breasts and lunged forward with several solid strokes. My cock and balls then began to itch and the gushing stream poured out of me.
"Two beautiful fucks right in a row," she smiled contentedly. "You're quite a man. Not only that, but you have quite a mother. She thinks the world of you and did her best to get us together."
"I know she did, and I appreciate it. I wonder, though, how long she's gonna work for Eddie."
"Not much longer, I don't think. She told me she had a lot to get out of her system, but that once it's all out that'll be it. She'll probably get married again to some nice guy and be every bit as faithful toward him as she was toward your father. And when she reaches that point I don't think she'll ever desire you sexually, either."
"You really think so?"
"Yeah, things sometimes run in cycles like that. That's the way it is with your mother. She'd love to see us get married."
"That's good."
We kissed once more. We spent the rest of the night with each other.
Early the next afternoon we both went over to Eddie's and gave him the lowdown. We both wanted out, which shocked the hell out of him, as you might expect.
Later that same afternoon we eloped to Las Vegas. Now as newlyweds we're in the process of building a new life together. I'm working days as a salesman and going to school nights, hoping to become a teacher eventually. Meanwhile Cindy is working as a receptionist for a department store.
As far as sex is concerned, it's just one big wild balling match after another. We intend to keep things that way.
