When anyone is sexually starved, problems are bound to develop. The reason being simple; the sex instinct is second only to man's survival instinct. And this being the case, it must be noted that sexual desires will find their outlet one way or the other.
One of the most frustrating sexual experiences a woman must endure, is living with an impotent husband. Her body may crave the satisfaction of her carnal lusts, but unless her husband can perform effectively in this department, she will be left unsatisfied ... and often as not, the husband will try to place the blame on the wife, possibly telling her she must be "frigid."
Our story revolves around a tragic triangle of mother, father, and son. In our story the father fails to satisfy his wife. Over and over he makes the supreme effort to bring her the sexual fulfillment she craves so completely.
The problem goes into high gear, when the sex-starved mother suddenly becomes aware of her own son's sexual potential. While she is in her bedroom, with her lust-crazed desires unfulfilled, her son is using his own hand to satisfy the lust that won't stop in his erect male member. Once, his mother is aware of what development sexually her son possesses, she is determined to share the sexual thrills she craves with him-and does.
At first, she feels no guilt. The boy's body becomes like a green oasis, in a dry as parchment, sandy desert. But, soon, the son has other ideas. He wants to use his now educated sexual equipment on girls his own age.
His mother is infuriated that he can so easily pick up with young women who possess little
"class" as she puts it. But her son explains, he's not interested in "class," but wants a hot "piece of ass."
This blunt declaration inflames her to hew methods of keeping the son she has seduced for herself. The problems build to a passionate pitch until she bitterly regrets ever having become involved with him-but she learns this too late, for her mind is in such turmoil, she makes all the wrong decisions.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
"This time we almost made it," Frank told his wife Peggy as he pumped it to her.
Peggy held on, hoping in a second or two the juice would spurt into her.
"Fuck it, baby," he begged, "fuck, baby, fuck."
As he stabbed away, she felt that he would make it, but she wondered. Time and again Frank had promised her a good balling. However, she was being constantly disappointed as he couldn't seem to make it. She could get the thing hard, but that wasn't all she wanted. She wanted it to go off.
It was a source of endless frustration for her to wait for him to make it. She did everything in her power to accommodate him.
"Oh baby," she said, "you're doing real fine."
Frank just looked at his wife and went on slamming away. Worry and fear troubled him. Time and again he had wanted to make it and failed. Would he fail this time? This troubling thought haunted and tormented him.
"Don't worry, baby," he said assuredly. "I'm going to shoot a big load."
"Sure baby," Peggy smiled, as she reached around to grip his ass and encourage him any way she knew how.
Peggy's hands reached down to massage his prostate. She thought perhaps she could get to him this way.
"Oh, fuck me, baby," he begged. "Yes. That's the way to do it, baby, fuck."
The pleasure that she was experiencing at this point, was almost more than she could stand.
"Oh baby," she told him. "I've waited so long for this."
Something snapped in her husband's psyche, and his cock went limp.
"What happened, honey?" Peggy asked.
"I don't know," he said nervously. "I just don't know. I thought I was going to make it, baby."
"I thought you were going to make it too," she told him.
She felt horrible, but there was nothing that she could do about it. Apparently, he just couldn't make it.
Meantime, neither Frank nor Peggy realized that their young son was listening in the hall. It bothered him that his father couldn't make it. It made him feel sad and it caused him to wonder if something might be wrong with his own sexual performance. Perhaps, he could have inherited some sexual incapacity, he feared.
Nevertheless, watching his Dad do it to his mother always did excite him. After watching, the seventeen year old boy would tiptoe down the hall and go back to his bedroom and finish it off with a quickie hand job.
This night was no different from any of the others. Tommy reached for his cock and pumped vigorously. It felt good, as waves of erotic sensations would sweep over his body as he brought himself to a hot creamy climax.
As the juicy sticky sperm shot over his body, he breathed a sigh of relief, as he couldn't help thinking of his father and all of the problems he was having getting his gun off.
He went back to listen to them when he had wiped himself off, but they were fast asleep now.
The next day was Sunday and his mother let him sleep late. However, during the day as he looked at her he could see that she was feeling sad and he had a good reason to know why now. His father was failing her.
"What's eating you, Mom?" he asked her.
"Don't let it bug you, Tommy," she said. "I've got some problems. But it's not your problem."
"Well, I was just wondering what was making you so edgy and unhappy," he said.
The following weekend, his father went out of town. He had a late date, with Carol. Carol was an innocent honey eyed blonde that he really dug a lot. They went to the drive-in movie together, and as the horror picture flashed on the screen, his hands reached for Carol. She came over to him quickly, and as she snuggled up to him he bent over to look at her full, ripe bosoms.
"Are we here to look at the movies, or have sex?" Carol demanded.
"To have sex," he flashed her a knowing smile.
"Well if that's the case," Carol complained, "I'm leaving now. I don't dig this."
"Oh don't be difficult," he told her, as he massaged her breasts.
"I've been looking forward to this film and not getting fucked. Do you mind, Tommy?"
Tommy didn't know what to do now.
"If you want to ball me," she said, "let's do it at your place. I think it's ridiculous to try to have sex in a car. You get your whole body out of joint, trying to get in a position to do it."
"Well you have a point there," Tommy admitted, "but you promise me, Carol, that we can have sex later?"
"If you leave me alone now," Carol warned him, "alright. But if I have to be subjected to a lot of bother by your overeager hands, forget it."
He was getting the point and so was she. They watched the movie and Tommy was grateful when it was over.
"Where are you going to take me?" Carol eyed him suspiciously.
"Oh, home," he told her.
"That's nice," she said acidly. "Have your folks catch us? No thanks."
"They're not going to catch us," he told her. "My Dad is gone out of town and my Mom sleeps soundly. We can do it on the living room sofa and she won't know anything."
"I don't know whether I should or not," Carol said.
"But you promised," Tommy reminded her.
"Alright," she said. "You can have your fuck. But it burns me up to have to do it in the living room. It would be nice if your mother came out and caught us. I can just imagine what nice things she would have to say."
Tommy didn't say any more as he didn't want to get her in any arguments in case she might argue out of doing it.
When they got to his folks' place, the two of them got out and went into the living room. He was happy that it was so quiet. He was sure that his Mom was asleep.
"Let's be real quiet about it," Tommy whispered.
Only the living room lamp was on. He turned off the lamp and began undressing. Carol accommodated him by slipping off her clothes. From the moonlight that fell into the living room, he could get a good view of her body. The more he saw of her, the more stimulated and excited he became.
"Oh, you look beautiful, baby," he told her excitedly. "You really look like good eating."
"None of that stuff," she said, "just stick your cock in my pussy. And get it over with fast."
"You don't have to worry about me none, baby," he chuckled. "The girls call me Speedy Tommy."
"Well live up to your reputation tonight, Speedy Tommy," Carol said coolly, as she slid out of her panties and bra.
When he caught sight of her body, he really was supercharged to fuck.
"Oh Carol, I've never seen you completely naked before. You sure have a gorgeous body."
"Well thank you, Tommy," she smiled. "It's always nice to be complimented."
Now he was really eager to get her. He slid out of his shorts and gripped his huge cock and teased her with it.
"Quit showing off," she laughed.
She got on the sofa and spread her legs for him. Hearing all of the talking, Tommy's mother was alerted. Peggy got out of bed and walked down the hall. The sight that greeted her eyes as she opened the door shocked her.
"What's going on here?" she demanded, as she saw Tommy pumping his meat into her vagina.
"Scram, Mom," Tommy gasped angrily, "I'm getting my rocks off. Get the hell back to the bedroom."
Peggy was not used to her son talking this way to her. However, as she saw his giant sized cock pumping into Carol's pussy, she realized he was indeed a man, and then some.
She turned around and went back down the hall, furious yet not able to handle the situation. As she lay on the bed, she could hear the two of them going at it.
Carol was so embarrassed, she turned her face away from the hall.
"It's awful," Carol complained. "Just what I thought would happen."
"Forget it," Tommy smiled, as he went on stabbing his cock into her pussy.
"How can I?" Carol demanded. "I feel like two cents."
He was enjoying it immensely, even though Carol was frightened and ashamed.
"Grab my ass and hang in there, honey," he told her.
Reluctantly, Carol let her hands slide down' from his backside to his behind. She gripped his asscheeks as he went on pumping into her.
"How's that for a good cock?" he demanded.
"You're quite a pistol, baby," Carol admitted. "It does feel good. You know how to fuck a woman, Tommy."
"Thanks, honey," he smiled, as he continued stabbing into her.
The pleasure he was deriving from having sex with her, was increasing. With every cock stab, he was becoming more and more stimulated.
"Fuck it," he begged. "Fuck, baby, fuck."
Carol was shoving back up to meet his cock stabs. Suddenly, he shot his gun off inside of her.
"I'm cuming," he told her, "I'm cuming. Oh, yes, baby, I made it."
At the same instant she felt her climax too.
"Oh, I made it," she cried excitedly, "I made it."
Little did he realize that his mother was watching. But later after he had taken Carol home he discovered how much it meant to her.
"Well, well, Tommy," she smiled smugly, as he walked into the living room at two o'clock in the morning. "You certainly did have a nice time tonight, didn't you?" i
"What were you doing," Tommy demanded, "watching, listening?"
His dark brown eyes flashed as he looked at her.
"This is hardly a place to bring a girl," she said. "Especially when your other lover is in the other room."
"What do you mean your other lover?" Tommy demanded.
"Oh son," she said sadly, "don't you know how much you mean to me?"
Tommy sat on the sofa beside his mother. Wrapping his arms around her, he tried to console her.
"I can't be all things to everybody," he told her.
"I know that, dear," she said. "But won't you please try to give me a little satisfaction?"
"I'll give you more than a little," he said.
"Let me feel you," she begged.
Reaching out, she let her hand slide over his hard penis. He loved the sensation of her playing with him there.
"Does it feel good?" she asked.
"Sure it does, Mom," he admitted. "But you have no right to feel me."
"We need a little love like this," she said.
"No we don't," he insisted. "We've got to quit doing it. I don't want to be a motherfucker."
"Names," she said, "what are names? The important thing is what you feel. And don't you enjoy this when I stroke you?"
That stopped Tommy from talking, for his mother was unzipping his fly. As she did so, he became all the more excited.
"Oh Mom," he said nervously, "you shouldn't be taking it out again."
"I've got to dear," she smiled, "it's hard already."
"I know it is," he admitted, "but we shouldn't be doing this."
The excitement that she felt at this moment was reaching him.
"Pull me," he begged her. "That's it. Pull that for me."
She pulled the shaft back and forth and he saw it rising and getting harder and harder.
"Oh, I could have such wonderful excitement for you," she said. "I could do things to you sweetheart that nobody has ever done. Please let's go to the bedroom and have your naked body all to myself."
"What if Dad comes home?" he demanded bluntly.
"Don't worry about it," she said. "I could take care of him."
"Oh Mom," he said quietly, "I feel so guilty.
So damned guilty."
"Chuck all that guilt," she said. "It never did anybody any good."
"Oh son," she smiled, "this is wonderful."
Now she was pumping it until it was enormous. Tommy got to his feet as he stood there with his cock sticking out.
"Well since you've got it this hard already," he admitted, "you might as well finish it."
She got to her feet and gripped him tightly and squeezed.
"That's what I said dear," she smiled up at him.
Together they walked down the hall to the bedroom. Once they were in her bedroom she made a point to lock the door.
"You don't think that Dad's coming home tonight, do you?" he demanded.
"Of course not, dear," she smiled. "But it never hurts to take precautions."
"If we took every precaution," he said, "we'd do it in the guest bedroom. That would be safer."
"Good thinking," she nodded.
As she walked to the door, she gripped his penis and gave it another squeeze.
"You like to play with me, don't you Mom?" Tommy smiled, as they walked together to the guest bedroom.
They locked the door and then she began sliding out of her night clothes. As Tommy looked at his mother naked, he got harder than ever before.
"Oh that looks beautiful," he smiled, beautiful, baby."
It was obvious that he was getting more and more excited and stimulated.
"Oh Mom," he said, "you are such a gorgeous woman. You know, I don't feel guilty at all for doing what I must do."
"Alright," she said, "let's get over there on the bed."
Tommy peeled off his clothes, and lay on the bed stark naked. As he lay there, she had many ideas flashing through her mind on what she would like to do.
"Why are you looking at me like that?" he asked eagerly.
"Oh I don't know why," she said softly.
Her hands went down to him now, and then she crouched at his crotch. She reached for his asscheeks and pulled him up to her.
"Oh it feels so good to have your hands on me, Mom," Tommy gasped, as Peggy pulled her son's body tighter to her.
Suddenly he thrust his gigantic male member into her mouth. As she began working her mouth up and down the shaft, he thrust forward.
"Oh, just like that," he blurted, "that's what I like. Keep that up. Yes, that's the way to do it. Oh wow!"
The pleasure was building now every moment. She could hardly stand it.
"Keep it up," he panted, "that's beautiful. Keep doing it. Ah, yes, yes, that's the way I like it. Don't stop now."
The pleasure was building every moment. He loved the feel of her hands grasping his asscheeks as he forced his cock down her throat.
"I'm going to deep throat fuck you, Mom," he panted, as he shoved it harder and harder.
She loved being engulfed by his mammoth male member. She could hardly wait for him to explode. This was what she had wanted so often from her husband. And this was what her son would do so easily. This was the release his body was begging him for.
Little did she feel the sexual performance that he had had hours before with-the girl he had taken out for a date, had any meaning. But with her now it mattered.
"Eat my cock," he begged her. "That's it, baby, eat it. Oh, ah, yes, baby, yes, that's the way to do it."
The pleasure mounted every moment. He knew that he couldn't keep it up much longer.
"Eat my cock," he gasped excitedly. "Eat it. Oh, ah, yes, yes, that's the way to do it. Eat it!"
Suddenly, the penis exploded in her mouth. She gulped the sperm load down and he forced it farther.
"Get it all out, baby, that's it. Every drop," he said.
When she had completed the task of taking him this way, she slid her mouth off him. She looked up at him as if she had achieved something "wonderful, and suddenly she was forcing herself over him.
Wrapping her naked legs around him she pushed her muff in his mouth.
"Now eat me," she begged breathlessly. "Play with my breasts, eat my pussy. Oh yes, yes, that's what I want so bad."
As she continued doing her thing, he became more and more intensely excited.
"Oh yes, baby, yes," she panted, "that's what I want. You have no idea, baby, that's what I want."
The pleasure was mounting more every moment now and he could hardly stand it.
"Let your tongue slide in there, honey," she said. "I'll tell you how to do it. Oh yes, stab it, lick the pussy well, oh, all the way in there, honey, oh, ah, yes, yes."
Tommy's mouth was over her now, and he was stabbing his tongue in there.
As she enjoyed this sensation, her pleasure was increasing as his hands moved up to her breasts. She loved this sensation, and she begged for him to stay there.
"Oh baby," she panted, "it's beautiful. Oh yes, grab my breasts. Pinch the nipples. You won't hurt me."
Roughly, he pinched her nipples. The blood rushed to them, and she felt her body tingling now as waves of sexual ecstasy swept over her body.
"Eat me," she begged, "yes baby, eat me."
She was almost there, and he nibbled on her clit and brought her gushing. As the hot white spray shot into his mouth, he licked. Devouring her, he enjoyed every bit of it.
Slowly, he withdrew his tongue and looked up at her. She eased off him and lay down beside him.
"Oh what am I going to do?" Tommy said.
"What's wrong, son?" she asked.
"Plenty," he said grasping himself.
Peggy looked down at her son's penis.
"My, my," she commented, "that's terrible. That thing just won't go down."
"No it won't," he told her, "and I don't know what to do."
She was frustrated at this point, and so was he.
"Mom," he said. "Will you give me a good ride?"
"What do you mean Son?" she asked innocently, hoping he would make the next play for her body.
"Oh I saw it in a picture one time, a fellow at school had. It was this dame riding his shaft. It was a beautiful sight, and I could imagine how much fun it could be for me to be sticking it into a dame at this angle."
"Why of course, dear," she said, "if that would make you happy, I would be happy to."
She straddled him, and grasped his enormous penis. She let it stroke back and forth across her pubic hair, then she slid down hard as his main spring stabbed her.
"Ah wow!" Tommy panted. "That's great. Oh yes, Mom. That's what I like. Fuck it."
She kept her body moving now and he loved it. Every moment she was pumping harder and faster. As the pace increased, he became more and more stimulated.
"Fuck it, baby," he told her, "fuck. Ah, oh, yes baby, yes baby, that's the way to do it. Fuck me. Oh, ah, yes, yes, fuck it!"
The pleasure was mounting every moment. He could hardly stand it now as she went to town.
"Oh wow!" he panted. "That is beautiful. Keep it up. Oh, ah, yes, yes, that's the way to do it."
It wasn't going to be too much longer now, and he could hardly wait.
"Oh, jiggle your breasts, Mom," he begged, as he wanted to watch them jiggling up and down as she ground her hips around.
His hand was slapping her bare behind as she jiggled her breasts.
"What a fuck you are," he said excitedly. "Oh yes, that's what I like. Fuck it. Faster, Mom, faster. Oh, ah, yes, that's the way to do it, fuck it."
The pleasure mounted every moment. He could hardly stand it now and she loved it too.
"Oh baby," he said, "that's what I like. Oh yes, slide your ass around."
She slid her hips around, and he continued stabbing straight forward. Together they were going to achieve a fantastic climax.
"Keep it up," he begged, "that's the way I like it. Fuck Mom, fuck. Oh, ah, yes, yes. Faster. Oh Mom, fuck it!"
They were both perspiring now, and as their bodies slapped together you could hear the noise of lust.
"Oh sweetheart," she panted, "you don't know how good this feels to me. I can hardly wait for you to shoot your load."
"I'm almost there," he told her. "Hang in, honey."
Suddenly the rock hard cock exploded. At the same instant, she juiced too.
"Oh Mom," he gasped excitedly, "I'm cuming. Oh, ah, yes, yes, I made it."
His hands moved from her behind to her breasts. He pinched the nipples excitedly and smiled at her.
"You're a good fuck Mom," he complimented her, "that's just the way I like it."
The pleasure that she derived from their sexual union was greater than any she had had in a long time. She looked at him as if he were a green oasis in the middle of a sexual desert.
"Why do you look at me like that, Mom?" he asked.
"Oh I don't know," she said, "I guess you just excite me."
She slid off him, and then she walked nervously back and forth in the bedroom.
"What's got you uptight, Mom?" he demanded.
"Oh I was just thinking what your father would say if he ever came and caught us," she said as her conscience wouldn't let her alone.
"What are you worrying about him for?" he demanded. "He doesn't satisfy you. You don't owe him anything."
"How do you know that?" she asked him.
"Are you kidding?" Tommy chuckled. "I can hear you. Nights when he's trying to make it, and can't. I'm not deaf."
She was humiliated and embarrassed now. Going over to the bed, she defended her husband.
"He's overworked," Peggy said quickly. "Frank is overworked. He's a wonderful man. Please understand that there's nothing against him that I feel. Nothing."
"I never did say that you felt anything against him," Tommy told her, "But really, Mom, let's face it. He isn't taking care of you sexually. Is he?"
She shook her head and shrugged, and she sat on the edge of the bed and looked over toward the window where the moonlight was still pouring in.
"No," she said, "he never was too good at sex."
"Why not?" Tommy asked bluntly.
"I have no idea," she said.
"Well you must have some idea," he insisted.
"No," she said. "I have absolutely no idea."
Then he told her frankly that he was doing her a favor by having sex with her.
"Maybe you are," she said, "and maybe my ego gets in the way from appreciating you, dear. Forgive me."
"Just so you understand it," he told her.
"You've helped me understand it," she said. "I wanted it so much to have satisfaction that it always seemed so difficult to attain. But you made all that' possible."
"Thank you," he said.
They were embracing now and tears were rolling down her eyes.
"If you're happy, why are you crying?" he asked his mother.
"I always cry when I'm happy," she said nervously, her lower lip trembling.
"You levelling with me, Mom?" he demanded. "Yes," Peggy insisted.
Finally she broke down and told him the truth.
"I haven't had a good fuck like that since I was first married to your father," she admitted.
"I got a hunch the old man plays around," Tommy told her honestly. "Don't feel sorry for him. If you know for sure he wasn't getting sex on the side, then you could cry for him. But I'd wait until I knew."
"You know you've got a good point, Tommy," she said. "I've always been suspicious of him, since I did catch him once with a girl who used to do my housecleaning."
"What ?" Tommy asked, eager to find out something against his father to justify his own conduct.
"I did have a cleaning girl, Elaine. Elaine was a lovely girl, bttt unfortunately your father said she was always trying to put the make on him."
"Maybe it was the other way around," Tommy smiled smugly. "He might have been trying to put the make on her and just telling you that so you wouldn't get wise."
"You might be very right," she agreed.
Quickly, Tommy tried to seize on any other in cident that she could bring to mind to justify his own wrong doing.
"Can't you think of any other times?" he demanded eagerly.
"Yes," she said, "there were times when I was suspicious, but I never did actually catch him."
"Too bad," Tommy said. "Too damned bad."
"Yes, it is," she said.
They weren't ready to call it quits, for he still wanted to pump it into her.
"You're still hard, aren't you dear?" she smiled at him.
"I can't help it Mom," he said. "I guess I was born with a hard-on."
"Alright, dear," she said. "If you want to slip it to me, get on top."
She stretched out and he straddled her. Her hands began grasping his penis, as she guided him into her. She threw her pelvis forward as he stabbed into her.
"Oh, it feels so good," she panted, "keep it up, honey. That's it. Oh yes, fuck, fuck me."
The penis continued pumping into her, and the pleasure mounted every moment.
"Oh baby," he gasped excitedly, "that is too much. Keep it going. Faster, oh yes, faster."
The pleasure mounted every moment, and he could hardly stand it.
"Give it to me," he begged her, "yes, that's it. All the way, honey. Give it to me."
She added some pleasure to the activity, as she massaged his back while he drove his cock into her.
"That's the way I like it," he told her. "Do me. Grab my ass. Oh yes, that's great."
As she continued using her hands effectively on him, she finally began feeling around his anus. She parted his asscheeks and slowly eased a finger up his tight anus. He loved the sensations of her finger stabbing in there.
"Oh fuck me," he told her, "that's it, that feels good Mom."
She continued pumping the finger into his asshole and he loved it. Every moment of it.
"Oh wow!" he gasped. "That's beautiful. Oh, ah, yes, that's what I like. Fuck!"
The finger sliding in and out of his behind was increasing his pleasure enormously. With the other hand, she massaged the back of his testicles. He loved the sensations.
"Keep it up," he begged her. "Yes, that's beautiful. Keep that going."
The pleasure now had reached a passionate pitch he couldn't stop.
"Oh yes," he panted, "fuck, fuck, fuck."
She became so excited herself she was brushing her breasts over his chest. He loved the sensation of her jiggling bosoms.
Faster and faster the rock hard cock slammed into her and every second became more delightful, more pleasurable to them.
"Yes," he panted, "that's the way I like it. Oh, ah, yes baby, yes, that's the way to fuck."
The penis exploded in her, and she came, lubricating his shaft some more. He swept it in there comfortably and finally it exploded again. As he came once more, she suddenly was biting his neck with delight and passionate pleasure.
Waves of erotic pleasure swept over her now as it was almost more than she could bear.
"Fuck," he cried, "fuck it. Fuck, baby, fuck."
She continued pumping forward, as he finished shooting the last of his load.
Both of them now were like two sweating sex animals. The pleasure they had enjoyed together, had been more than they could stand.
"Oh," he groaned in delight, as he turned and moaned and twisted.
"You liked that, didn't you ?" she smiled at him.
"Yes," he admitted. "It was wonderful. You have no idea how much I needed it."
Together they had brought each other a full measure of pleasure. Now, as she lay there, she felt justified.
"You know you might be right, darling," she said.
"Right about what?" he demanded. "About your father," she mused to herself. "He might have stepped out on me."
CHAPTER TWO
It was really beginning to bug Tommy that he had had sex with his mother. Now he figured he should free himself from her.
The next day he told her bluntly, "Mom I'm going to stop screwing you."
"Why son, how dare you say such a thing."
"I'm not going to be a slave to your body," he said.
"What do you mean?" she demanded.
"You would never be satisfied unless you got a lot of fucking out of me. And I'm not going to give it to you."
"Son," she said, "you don't know what you're doing to your mother. I think so much of you, dear, and now you talk to me like this."
"I can't help it," he said. "I can't give you all the sex you want."
"Oh yes you could if you would," she said. "Please, dear."
"No," he said, "I'm not going to fuck you anymore."
He had made his point clear and there was nothing she could do about it.
"Well I hope you find a nice clean girl," she said. "One that hasn't been around in a lot of orgies."
"Don't worry about it," he said. "I can take care of myself."
"I don't think you can," she said.
"Thanks for giving me a vote of confidence," he said sarcastically.
He went out of the house that day and was more troubled than he had ever been before. He decided that the only sensible thing for him to do would be to talk to a buddy about sex. He knew it would be difficult for him to speak frankly to anyone about it, but he felt that he had to.
He wondered how his friend down the street contained his sexual satisfaction. He determined he would walk down there and talk to him. As he neared Bill's house, he had second thoughts about going up and speaking to him bluntly. Then he he decided why the hell shouldn't he?
"Is Bill home?" he asked Bill's Mom.
"Why yes, he is," she said, "he's upstairs doing his homework."
"Well that's nice," he said.
He went up to his room and tapped on the door.
"Who is it?" a voice demanded.
"It's me," he said, "your buddy Tommy."
He heard some movement in the room and he had no idea what was going on.
"Be right with you," Bill said.
Finally Bill opened the door.
"What took you so long?"
"Oh, nothing," he said.
"You were doing something," he said. "What was it?"
'When he got into the room his buddy explained to him, "I was looking at some educational movies."
"Educational films?" he asked. "What about?"
"Sex education," Bill laughed.
"Let me see them," he. said. "I want to see what you're looking at."
He made it a point to lock the door, and then he pulled out his projector. He set up a small screen, and turned out the light.
"I don't want you telling anybody I've got these," he said, "but I took them from my father's file. I have my own eight millimeter projector and the screen. But what he doesn't know is that I've got some of his fuck films."
"You're terrible," Tommy laughed. "Stealing your Dad's films."
"Oh, the old man has seen all the movies," he said. "He really has."
The film began showing couples hot at it. The first film was very interesting. It showed a blond man with a dark -haired woman. She was lying on a bed with blue silk sheets. The woman's ass was up in the air and the man was standing beside the bed stabbing it between her legs.
"That's a good angle to fuck from," Bill explained. "You see from that angle you can get it in farther."
"How do you know all about that?" Tommy asked Bill.
"Well I've done a lot of fucking," he said, "and that's how you learn about it."
"I haven't done enough," Tommy said. "I sure would enjoy some action."
"Look at that tiger go," Bill pointed to the screen.
The boys remained silent as they watched the fuckers go to town.
The man stabbed his cock into the woman's body viciously.
"Oh wow!" he said. "Look at him go. That is fantastic."
The penis pumped into her savagely now. The pleasure was building every moment.
"Oh wow!" he panted. "That is too much. Look at him go."
The pleasure was fantastic. He loved it more every moment.
"He really is a good stud, isn't he?" Bill laughed.
"He sure is," Tommy admitted.
The next shot was an interesting one. The man was lying on his back with his male member sticking up. The woman was slipping her pussy down over his cock. And the man was grasping her asscheeks as she did so.
"Look at them go," Tommy panted, as he licked his lips.
The action was giving them both erections. "You shouldn't watch that stuff too much," Tommy said. "Why not?" he asked.
"I'll tell you why not," he said. "You get so stimulated, you don't know what to do."
The next shot showed a couple on a sofa. They were both bareass naked. The woman was pushing her muff in the mouth of a man who was grasping her behind.
"Oh that's beautiful," he said. "Just look at that."
The pleasure now was enormous. The two of them were really enjoying it.
"Oh yes," he said, "look at that."
The pleasure was building and building and the two of them were enjoying it immensely.
"You know, we've got to quit looking at this, Tommy," Bill said.
"Well, let's go get us a chick."
"Where?" he asked.
Bill turned off the projector and the two of them began thinking about girls they could get.
"There's one dame who really is a nympho," he said. "Joyce."
"Joyce?" Tommy asked. "Have you balled her?"
"No, but I've talked to a lot of guys who have," he said. "She really loves to give fantastic blow jobs."
"Well let's go get her," he said. "And she can take care of both of us."
"Where?" he said, shaking his head.
"Well we can always go to a motel," he said.
"Maybe we could," Tommy agreed.
"They might think you were too young," Bill said.
"Aw, don't worry about it, they want to make the money. They'll let us go in. If they think you're too young, they might charge you a few bucks extra. But we'll make it."
"O.K., let's go see Joyce," Bill agreed.
The two boys left the house and went over to Joyce's place. Joyce was in the living room watching TV when they arrived. She wasn't especially happy to see the boys, as she had a pretty good idea of what they wanted. She was busy watching the film and didn't want to interrupt herself.
Fortunately for them, her mother was a waitress and working.
"Well we could do it right here," he suggested.
"No you can't," she said. "If Mom came back unexpectedly, she'd probably kill all of us."
"Where are we going to do it?"
"Well we could go to a motel," Bill aaid.
"Well maybe we'd better skip the motel," Joyce, said. "Give me the money instead. Maybe if I do it in the bedroom and we locked the door and don't make any noise we won't have anything to worry about."
"What hours does she work?" Tommy asked.
"She's working right now," she said. "And she will be working for two or three hours. But we'd better get it over with fast. How much do I get for it?"
"How much do you want?" the boys asked her.
"Well I guess it's worth ten each," she said. "For a blow job."
At this point she was very anxious for sex with them and they went up to the bedroom.
"I hear you really dig giving blow jobs," Bill smiled.
"Sure I enjoy it," she said. "I guess I enjoy sperm."
"You like the taste of it?" Tommy asked in surprise.
"Sure," she said, "it tastes real good. If you've ever eaten a juicy pussy you know what I mean."
"How about us eating your pussy when you finish giving us the cock action?" Bill suggested with a wink.
"Well that's asking an awful lot for ten dollars," she said. "Make it five more."
"Well all I've got is eleven dollars," Tommy said sadly.
"I'll take it," she said.
Instantly Bill realized he could get it for that and he said "That's all I've got."
"That's too much of a coincidence," she said. "Let me see your money."
He pulled out his wallet and she looked at it.
"You've got fourteen dollars, Bill," she said. "You're lying to me."
"But I can't spend all that," he said. "I need some of it."
"Well," she said, "I suppose as long as I'm giving a cut rate price to Tommy here I've got to give you the same deal."
"That's right," he said quickly, "I don't want to be discriminated against."
The point had been made and she was eager to make her point.
"Well I'll give you a bargain deal," she said. "For twenty-two dollars in advance, two blow jobs and both of you can have a crack at my pussy. I think it would be nice for one of the boys to be licking my breasts while the other was at my pussy."
"No," Bill said, "I don't want it that way. I want each to get a chance with our tongue."
"What do you mean a chance?" she said, her eyes flaring.
"Well," he said, "I mean, an opportunity."
"That is more like it," she said. "Now who wants to bt blown first?"
"I do," Bill said. "I thought of coming over here."
"Alright," Tommy said reluctantly.
"Now you boys take off your clothes first," she said. "I have a little routine to shake the boys up."
Both boys began undressing. They wondered what her sexual technique would be. They were quite embarrassed at the thought of undressing in front of each other.
"Hurry up," she complained. "You're taking so much time from my movie. I want to go back and see the rest of it."
"Forget the movie," Bill said. "I don't dig you talking about flicks and you should be concerned about fucks."
"Sorry," she said. "I'm not as stimulated for sex as you are. I get many opportunities, that I guess I look at it in a completely different way."
"I guess you do," the boys laughed.
They were getting all the more excited now and there was no doubt in her mind that she was going to give them a marvelous time.
She went to the closet and picked up a ping pong paddle. When she came back, both boys had taken off their clothes and were standing with rock hard cocks sticking up.
"What in the world have you got that for?" Bill asked her.
"Don't ask questions lover," she smiled. "Just bend over."
He bent over and she was at him quickly.
"I'm going to whack your butt," she smiled.
It didn't take long now for him to effectively swing the paddle over Bill's behind as he bent over.
"That stings," he cried, as he took his hands protectively over his bare behind.
"I know it, isn't it nice?"
"Maybe it is for you," Tommy complained, "but I don't know whether I want it or not."
"You're going to love it," she smiled. "Bend over, Tommy."
Tommy bent over but still put his hands protectively over his bare exposed buttocks.
"Take your hands off your ass," she said. "I want you to expose it."
When the buttocks was properly exposed, the sting of the paddle went to work.
"Oh that hurts," he complained. "What are you doing to me?"
"I'm giving you a good time," she smiled. . Now he was eager.
"Keep it up," he begged. "Keep doing it."
The pleasure was increasing now as the stinging paddle bore down hard.
"Whack it," he said, "that's the way to do it."
She used first one boy's buttocks for the pleasure of paddling, and then the other. They looked at each other, and both boys were angry.
"Now just look forward," she said. "It's more exciting if you can't see the paddle coming down."
Obtaining tremendous delight from this, she felt her mound moistening.
"Take your panties off and your bra too," Bill said.
"It will look sexier," she insisted, "to have some clothes on."
"I don't think so," he said.
The pleasure now was building. Every moment he was getting more and more stimulated.
"Keep whacking," he begged, "keep doing it to me.
She didn't stop for a second. As the paddle bore down, he became more and more stimulated.
"Oh yes, yes," he said, "that's fantastic."
Faster and faster the paddling continued. Every second was becoming more delightful.
"Keep it up, baby," he begged her, "that's the way to do it. Keep paddling."
The pleasure mounted, as the paddle bore down on both of their buttocks. Soon their asscheeks were red.
"Now that's the way I like it," she smiled.
Both boys now were ready for action.
She looked at Bill and said quickly, "Get on the bed darling."
Bill went over to the bed and spread his legs invitingly for her. He gripped his own penis and held it out to her.
"Now take that, honey," he said, "and give it some action."
She held his penis in one hand and licked his testicles with the other. Slowly she brought her tongue up and down his penis shaft.
"Now gobble it," he told her. "That's it, go to work, baby."
The pleasure was building every moment now as the mouth slipped down hard over the penis shaft.
"Eat that cock," he told her. "That's it, baby, up and down."
Her head bobbed up and down his penis rod, and he loved the sight of her doing it. It was becoming slippery with her saliva, and the slickened surface of his cock pleased her.
"That's it, baby," he told her, "do it. Oh yes baby, now you're doing it. Oh, eat it, baby, you're going to love it. Oh, grab my ass, baby."
Her hands reached down to grip his butt. She loved the feel of his asscheeks and she was enjoying the sight of his pubic hair. The aroma of his loins reached her, and she was eager for his sperm juice. She wanted to gobble it.
"Eat it," he begged her. "Yes baby, eat that cock."
The pleasure wasn't going to be much longer now, as he was nearing climax. Therefore she decided to slow down. Sliding her mouth off it, she began licking at the balls.
"Oh," he told her, "this is too much. Keep it up, baby."
She continued gobbling his penis, and the fingertips played with his testicles.
"Eat it," he told her, "eat it."
Then he locked his legs around her and thrust forward. As his pelvis pumped his penis into her mouth, she became more and more eager for it.
"Oh baby," he gasped excitedly, "now we're doing it. Yes, we're almost there honey, keep it up."
She continued giving him the kind of action he wanted. He could hardly wait for that moment when he would explode.
"That's the way I like it," he told her. "Yes. That's the way to do it."
He was enjoying it more every moment.
"Come on baby," he begged her, "that's how I like it. Yes, keep doing it."
The pleasure was increasing now as she vigorously worked her mouth up and down over his cock shaft.
He wanted her to play with his balls and he wasn't afraid to tell her so.
"Jiggle my nuts," he begged her. "That's it. Play with the balls."
Her fingertips began massaging his testicles and he became more and more excited.
"Oh yes, honey," he panted, "that's what I like. Yes baby, do it."
It wasn't going to be much longer now, he could tell. Joyce slid a finger up his asshole and he wiggled about the bed so much he thought his cock would slip out of her mouth.
"Hang in there honey," he said, "that's the way to do it. Yes, baby, gobble that cock."
Suddenly the juice erupted in her mouth. She gobbled quick'y as he unloaded himself.
"Oh yes baby," he told her, "that's what I want. Yes, baby."
Finally, she finished him off and looked over to Tommy.
"You're next, Tommy," she called to him.
Tommy looked over quickly. He got on the bed beside his buddy. It excited him just watching his buddy get his rocks off.
"I'm going to watch her do you," Bill said.
"Sure," Joyce smiled. "It's exciting to watch."
She reached down there and began massaging his ass. It wasn't long before she had her mouth over the head of it.
"Eat it," he said, "that's the way to do it. Eat that cock."
Soon the pleasure was building. As she went to town he got so stimulated he could hardly stand it.
"Come on baby," he begged, "that's the way to do it. Oh yes, do it."
He was amazed at just how much pleasure it was just watching her head go up and down as she did him. He loved the way she used her tongue and at the same time he marveled at the way she manipulated his balls. She was a real artist at it, "Eat it," he begged her, "baby, eat the cock." Faster and faster now the pleasure was building.
"Get all the juice," he told her, "I'm loaded. That's it, honey, get it."
It wasn't going to take much longer now and he knew it.
"Go after it baby," he whispered, letting her get more excited than ever.
"Oh yes, honey," he told her, "that's what I like. Do it."
The rock hard cock was ready to go now.
"Eat it," he begged, "eat that cock."
She continued mouthing him and the more and more excited they became the hotter he was for it.
"Baby," he told her, "now you're doing it. That's it, just like that."
She was nibbling at the head of the shaft and as she nibbled, he became so stimulated his body was trembling.
"Keep it up," he said, "just like that."
It wasn't going to be much longer now, she knew. It was that magic moment she could hardly wait for.
"Come on baby," he begged anxiously, "that's how I want it. Yes, do it, baby, do it."
All at once the rock hard cock exploded. The juice went streaming into her mouth. She gobbled it quickly.
"Oh baby," he panted, "you're getting me. Oh, Joyce, what a blow job."
He was bouncing all over the bed so much that she had to grip his asscheeks and hold him tightly to finish doing him.
As she continued gobbling, the rare pleasure he was receiving from her mouth action built to such a passionate pitch he shot again.
"I'm cuming again," he panted, "I made it again."
Suddenly the hot juice exploded.
"Keep it up," he told her, "that's the way to do it. Oh yes baby, get it."
She finished him off the second time and this got his buddy Bill upset.
"That's a double header, Tommy," Joyce exclaimed, as she slid her mouth off him.
"Hey you're giving him too much attention," he objected.
"What do you mean?" she asked.
"You sent him off twice," Bill said.
"Alright," she said. "You want me to take an other round on your cock? I will."
His cock was hard and ready. She squeezed it and pinched his balls.
"Don't do that," he complained.
Now she was eager to get it over with.
"I'll never see the end of that movie," she said. "You would have to have more juice in your balls than any other guy I ever did."
She slid her mouth over Bill's shaft, and began doing her thing.
"Keep it up," he begged. "That's the way to do it. Oh yes."
Her head bobbed rhythmically up and down his cock shaft, as he struggled vigorously to match his buddy's explosion.
"You've got a good load there," she assured him. "That's beautiful. Keep going."
The pleasure was building in momentum now and he could hardly wait.
"Oh yes," he panted, "that's beautiful. Keep it up."
It wasn't going to be much longer now and he knew it. Faster and faster the pleasure continued.
Faster and faster she mouthed him. She repeated the action of plunging her finger up his behind.
"Eat it," he cried, "that's the way to do it. Eat it."
As the action continued, the two of them were enjoying it more and more.
"Oh wow!" he said. "You're going to get it. Keep it up."
She continued giving him what he wanted and he was so stimulated now, he knew he could really give her action.
"You've got a lot of juice in there," his buddy assured him. "Just keep pumping it to her."
With rapid fire thrusts he continued, until his cock shot its cream..
"Gobble it," he panted, "that's beautiful, baby. Gobble that cock."
The hot juice splattered into her mouth.
"Oh, I'm cuming," he panted, "yes baby. That's the way I like it."
The hot juice shot into her mouth.
"Oh, eat me," he begged, as his hands reached down to grip her head and push her farther down over his shaft.
"That's what I want," he told her. "Yes. That's the way I like it."
Every second brought them more and more pleasure.
"Oh sweetheart," he smiled, as she slid her mouth off his cock shaft, "what a beautiful job you did."
Now she was sliding out of her panties which were well moistened from all the excitement that she had experienced.
"Well I'm going to get my pussy eaten now," she said. "Maybe both of you could do it."
"One at a time," Bill insisted.
She was wrapping her legs around Bill's neck and sliding her pussy up to his mouth.
"Now lick it," she told him.
The hot tongue began slashing away. She was more and more excited now as he reached up and began playing with her bosoms.
"I dig the bosoms department," she said. "But Tommy should play with my breasts and lick them while you eat my pussy. That should be alright."
Immediately Tommy got in place. While he massaged one bosom, he licked the other.
"Oh that's so nice," she sighed, "I haven't had it so good in ages."
The pleasure was building every second.
"Keep it up," she told him. "That's the way to do it. Oh yes, keep it going."
The pleasure was building to such a passionate pitch she was afraid she would juice any instant.
"Slow your tongue down honey," she said. "Make it last."
He slowed his tongue movements down and this pleased her.
"Oh, that's great," she said. "That's the way I like it. Yes baby, that's the way to do it."
It wasn't going to be much longer now in spite of all of her efforts to stop it. The pleasure was just too much. The momentum had been set and it had to stop.
"Oh yes," he told her, "that is fantastic."
She objected to Tommy talking.
"Quit talking Tommy," she said, "and use your tongue for licking."
Tommy returned to licking at her bosom while he continued massaging the other.
"You shouldn't take much longer to get off," he said.
As the juices poured into his mouth, he gladly licked the hot spray. "Oh, this is wild," he said. "I love it." The pleasure persisted. It seemed as if it wouldn't end. Apparently he was really hot for action.
"Oh keep that up," she begged, "finish it, lick it all. There's plenty there."
The action continued. And finally the pleasure was over.
"Oh yes," he told her, "this is beautiful."
He pulled his mouth farther away now and looked up at her. Tommy pulled off her breasts. He was eager to get down there and do some sucking.
"Now let me lick you," he said.
She lay on her back and threw her legs in the air.
"Grab my ass," she said. "Lick around there. Then get your tongue up to my pussy and give me action."
As Tommy crouched at her crotch, he gripped her behind. She was getting more and more turned on every second.
"Oh yes," she told him, "that's what I like. Yes baby, that's beautiful."
The fingers massaged all over her buttocks and then his face became buried in her mound. The hot tongue licked along her vagina and then he suddenly stabbed it into her.
"Oh baby," she panted, "that's beautiful. Oh yes baby, now you're doing it. That's the way I like it. Oh, love it."
It wasn't going to be much longer now. As he pumped his tongue into her, she became more and more excited.
"Eat it," she told him, "that's the way I like it. Eat it."
The pleasure mounted every moment.
"Come on baby," she begged him, "that's what I want, do it."
The hot tongue stiffened and he began licking all around her vagina walls.
"Nibble on my clit baby," she told him, "that's what I want. Keep it going."
Courageously he continued. He nibbled at her clit and the pleasure became more and more exciting.
"Oh baby," she said, "make a suction cup out of your mouth. Oh, I think I'm going to juice in a minute. Oh, I can't stand it."
The pleasure that she was deriving from this wild activity was building and bringing her closer and closer to climax.
"That's the way I want it," she told him, "yes baby, that's the way to do it."
It wasn't going to be much longer now, and she knew it. She tried to make it last as the pleasure was almost more than she could stand.
"Eat it," she told him, "eat it. That's it. Oh yes, eat it."
The pleasure that he was deriving from this activity increased every moment.
"Oh yes," she told him, "finish it. Nibble it, baby."
While he was having his fun at her vagina, his buddy Bill was licking her bosoms. With one hand on one bosom, he would lick the other and nibble.
"Oh wow!" she panted. "This is better than the movie. Oh yes, keep it up."
She continued pumping her vagina into his face, and then gushed. The hot spray intrigued and delighted him.
"Oh I'm there," she panted. "I made it."
He continued letting his tongue lash away inside of her until he had completed it.
"Sweetheart," she said, "that's so much fun."
She turned over and lay on'her back.
"You know, that was a helluva lot of fun. I can hardly wait for the weekend. Then I'm going to have a ball."
"What're you doing this weekend?" Tommy asked curiously.
"Well I never spend a lonely weekend," she said, "you can be sure of that. The boys are having a little get-together."
"You mean one of those orgies with the fraternity?" Tommy asked her.
"Yes," she said, "I'm going to play that guess-who-is-blowing-me game."
"Well how does that game work?" Bill asked.
"Well it's like this," she explained. "The guys are all sitting at this table, playing cards. Every one of them is bare ass naked. And while they're there, they all expect me to be under the table, doing them. The trick of the game is to guess who is getting the blow job."
"That sounds like a fun game," he said, "how much do they pay for that?"
"The fraternity is very generous," she said. "I pick up fifty bucks."
"But how many guys are seated at this table?" Bill asked.
"Well there is a catch to that," she said. "There are about twenty."
"Twenty guys," he exclaimed. "You are really earning your money."
"Well that's true," she said, "but when I can pick up fifty for a little game like that, I figure it's worth my while. Although I stick to my standard price of ten."
"But your price is flexible, isn't it?" Bill asked her.
"Well yes it is," Joyce said. "I've got to be competitive. After all, there is so much free sex running about that fee sex has trouble charging."
"That's the truth," Bill said.
She began slipping into her panties and bra.
"Do you have to get dressed so quick?" Bill asked her.
"Well you're not going to get any more for the money you've given me," she complained. "Furthermore, I want to see that movie."
Both of the boys watched as she put on her panties and bra and finished dressing. They got dressed, and followed her downstairs to the television.
Fortunately they had finished just in time before her mother came in. Her mother looked at both boys suspiciously.
"Well," her mother exclaimed, "you never seem to have any girlfriends, Joyce."
"Can I help it if all the girls I know are one big bore?" she said. "We were watching this movie, Mom. I don't appreciate you coming in and interrupting us."
"I don't think some of the films they're showing on TV are worth looking at," she said. "All they're about is sex and murder."
"Is there anything else of interest?" Tommy chuckled.
"Back in my day there was," she said. "We had all sorts of fascinating things to do when we went to college."
"I hear you had panty raids back in your day," he told her.
"Yes we did have a few of those," she said. "But isn't that a lot better than mass orgies?"
"Oh they had those back then too," Bill said.
"They did not," she said. "In my generation, we were much more moral. As far as smoking, we confined it to cigarettes and not weed."
"Alcohol is worse than marijuana," he shot back at her.
"That depends on how you look at it," she said.
"I wish you would quit talking," she objected.
Bill was getting so carried away with Joyce's mother, that he followed her into the dining room.
"You know, you're such a wholesome looking young man," she commented, "it does seem a shame that you are exposed to such terrible things today. I went to one of those movies that they say is adult."
"Well what did you think of it?" he asked her.
"Well I didn't think much of it," she said. "I didn't even know people did things like that."
"Well then you got educated," Bill laughed.
"It isn't good to get that kind of education," she said.
, "You've got to find out some time," he chuckled.
They followed her into the kitchen and she said, "Are you boys hungry?"
"Always hungry," Bill said.
"Well you're growing boys, aren't you?" she said, as she went to the refrigerator and opened the door.
"What would you like?" she said. "Maybe I could fix you a hamburger and you could have a coke?"
"Alright," they agreed.
The two of them sat there and she prepared a hamburger and coke for them.
"I am glad Joyce has you boys as friends," she said, "because she needs wholesome friends. Some of the boys drop around here but they are less than wholesome, if you know what I mean."
"Oh there are bad kids all over," Bill said, "You've got to stay away from them. My Dad warned me. He said bad rubs off."
"That's so right," she said. "A person is known by their friends. I've tried my best to bring Joyce up the way she should. But it's been so difficult without her father. He was a no-good alcoholic, and I had to get rid of him."
"Where is he now?" Bill asked.
"He's serving time," she said. "He did something terrible."
"Like what?" Tommy asked.
"Well he was in the wrong spot at the wrong time," she said. "He had his temper run away with him. In other words, he shot somebody."
"Oh no," Bill exclaimed. "You mean he's a real jail bird."
"Well that's not nice to say that," she said quietly. "Let's say that he was the victim of an emotional argument on a Saturday night."
"There are a lot of those shootings on Saturday nights, aren't there?" Tommy mused.
"Yes," Joyce's mother agreed. "That's when passion runs high and people just don't know how to control themselves."
"That's the truth," Tommy said. "I'm glad that I wouldn't think of doing anybody in. It seems kind of ridiculous to kill somebody over a piece of ass."
"What?" Joyce's mother said. "You're talking that way? Maybe it's not as safe to have you around Joyce as I thought it was."
CHAPTER THREE
When Tommy went home that evening, his mother suspected something. She had a pretty good idea he had been having his fun sexually. "Where have you been dear?" she asked. "What's it to you?" he asked. "Plenty dear," she said. "I don't want you running around with bad company. I think you know what I mean."
"Sure I know what you mean Mom," he said. "You're afraid I'm cheating on you. You think I'm chained to your pussy. Well I've got news for you. If I find me some chick who's going to give, I'm going to grab."
"Sure you will," she said. "Just like your father. A chip off the old block."
"Let's talk this over Mom," he finally said, seeing how difficult she was being.
"What's there to talk over?" she said testily.
"Plenty," he said. "If you'd just calm down a little, we could figure something out."
"I figured all I need to out," she said. "You've been playing around with some female. Don't think you can come running back to me now and expect me to want to leap in bed with you. No doubt you've picked up some dread disease. Well I'm sorry, but you've done yourself in."
"Mom," he said, "the problem began when Dad didn't give you enough action. Is that right?"
"Yes," she said shrugging, "that's right. It nauseates me to think of the old bastard simply giving fucks to women all over the place. But me, I'm at home on my ass alone. And then when I'm good enough to give sex to my son, he steps out on me."
"The real thing that you're after is cock, isn't it?" he asked.
"Well to be perfectly honest, yes."
"Well Mom," he said, "I've got an idea. I'll find some guy who wants a good piece of pussy, and he can serve you on a regular basis."
"Who do you have in mind, dear?" she said. "Anyone I know?"
Immediately Tommy realized that he had to do some inventing.
"It isn't anyone you know now," he began, "but it's someone you would really enjoy knowing. Someone that you could have a wonderful time with."
"I'm listening," she said. "Is there any money in it?"
"This isn't a hustling assignment," he told her. "This is just a simple fuck."
"How do you know he would like me?" she asked.
"I just know he would," he said.
"Have you been talking about me?" she said. "Darling, tell me the truth. Have you been telling people that you've been fucking your Mom?"
"Don't worry Mom," he said, "I didn't say you were my Mom. I just said I knew some dame who needed a lot of action. And if a guy around there was ready for some fucks, I think I could line something up."
"Good grief," she exclaimed. "How many people did you tell?"
"Just two or three guys," he said. "And one picked me up on it. But I wanted to discuss it with you first."
"That's mighty nice of you," she said. "I appreciate such thoughtful consideration. Yes, I'm interested. But I'm only interested if I can have you too. I feel something more than just sex for you."
"That's just it, Mom," he said. "You can't have everything. If you have access to this well hung stud, you've got to consider yourself fortunate. And at the same time, I want to be left alone to find me a girl my own age."
"What's the world coming to?" she said. "Why do you need a woman your own age? They don't know how to keep clean or anything. You need a woman who is mature. Who is sophisticated. A woman who is older can teach you so many things."
"I'll find me an old woman if I have to," he said.
"You don't have to look very far, dear," she said, her eyes lighting up.
"You sure don't give in easy, do you Mom?" he said angrily.
"Not when I'm in love with my son," she said. "My dear sweet son."
"Am I really sweet, Mom?"
"Of course dear," she said. "That's why I enjoy blowing you. Your sperm is real sweet."
"I didn't mean that way," Tommy said, dumbfounded at the way she took it. "Well I did," she said. "It makes an awful lot of difference. Some men are miserably bitter, but you are so sweet. It's a pleasure to get your juice."
"I know you'll like this other guy Mom," he told her.
"Well how can you be so sure?" she demanded. "Well he's just the type you like," he told her. "Tall dark and handsome. And hung like you wouldn't believe."
"Can you see him?" she smirked. "I hope not."
"Well no," he said, "but he told me he was well hung."
"I'm glad you took him at his word dear," she said. "I would have sixteen fits if I thought that you were actually looking at him."
"When you go shopping for something in the market, Mom," he smiled, "you have to do a little looking, don't you?"
"Yes you do," she said, "you certainly do. Well, dear, I'm tired now. If you don't mind, I'll take a breather."
She went to the bedroom and Tommy went to his bedroom. He was worried silly now as he began thinking about the problems. Where was he going to find this tall, dark and handsome man? How was he going to explain what he had to do?
Thoughts like these whirled through his mind as he went upstairs to his bedroom. He found it impossible to sleep and tossed and turned. Finally, he heard something. Footsteps were coming closer and closer, and all at once the door opened and there was Mom standing there naked as a jaybird.
"Surprise," she said, as she entered the room and walked over to the bed and lay down beside him.
"What on earth are you doing here?" he said. "I thought you'd gone to bed."
"I was thinking, dear," she said, "how these fucks might be our very last. Maybe I will feel something for this tall, dark and handsome stud that you've -lined up for me. If I do get turned enough to him, of course we would cut our sex off completely, and I might even divorce your father. I've been looking for someone to take care of me. Does he have a good job?"
"Oh yes," Tommy lied quickly. "He is well paid. You don't have to worry about money."
"What kind of work is he in, dear?" she asked, as she sat on the edge of the bed and played with his hand under the sheet.
"Well I don't know for sure," Tommy hedged, "but he's making money. And that's what's important."
"Yes dear," she said. "The almighty."
As she said that, she was stroking his shaft.
"You sure have a way of stroking that cock of mine," he told her.
"Are you comparing it with someone else you were with tonight?" she asked, eyeing him suspiciously.
"You've got a suspicious mind, Mom," he told her.
"Yes I have dear," she said, "and with good reason."
"What do you mean, Mom?" he asked. "Well I learned from your dear disloyal father to suspect every man."
"Even me?" he asked.
"Yes," she sighed as she threw back the sheet and looked at his cock.
"Either you're awfully horny tonight or you haven't done it."
"I haven't had any sex," he said. "Now go back to bed."
"Why should I go back to bed?" she asked, "when you haven't had any, honey? I will take care of you, and then I'll go to bed."
Before he could say any more she was bowing over his male member. Her hot pink tongue was lashing out, licking over the head of it.
"Oh stop it, Mom," Tommy complained.
It was burning Tommy up, thinking about his mother not letting him alone. Apparently she had flipped her wig for sex, he figured. There was no stopping her now, and he knew it.
"Oh stop it," he said, "give me some ease."
She slid her mouth off his penis quickly and complained.
"I don't know whether you've got anything left in there or not," she said. "There isn't one bit of it coming to the surface."
That put Tommy on the defensive.
"Sure there is," he said. "You just don't know how to do it."
The challenge brought her back there. He returned to grabbing her head.
"Oh Mom," he panted, "do me. That's the way I like it, do me."
She was thrilling him now, as she let her mouth slip down the length of his shaft.
"Keep it up," he begged her, "that's what I need. Oh yes Mom, do it."
She was becoming faster and faster at it now, and he was dizzy with delight.
"Oh wow!" he panted. "That's what I like, keep on going."
The pleasure was mounting every moment and he could hardly stand it.
"Keep it up, baby," he said, "that's what I want. Oh, ah, take it all in your mouth."
Once she had it in her mouth, he suddenly stabbed it. She felt it slipping down her throat, and breathing became next to impossible.
"Eat me," he begged her, "that's what I want. Keep it up. Oh yes."
She wasn't going to stop now, as he was too close to climax.
"Oh Mom," he enthused, "you don't know how good that feels. Keep going."
With her mouth moving swiftly now, his pleasure was increasing.
"Get the juice out," he panted, "that's the way I like it. Oh yes, eat it."
The pleasure was building and building and he was enjoying it more and more. She was dizzy with delight as he continued.
"Keep it up," he told her, "yes."
With both hands he was pushing her down over his penis and she was looking at him. She loved the sight of his big balls as they held the promise of a lot of juice. She was delighted with the curling pubic hair and she enjoyed the smell of his loins.
"Keep it up," he told her, "keep doing me baby. That's how I like it. Don't stop. Keep doing it."
The pleasure was increasing. She could hardly wait for that moment when the j uice would spurt. She loved the sweet taste of his sperm.
"You're going to get a mouthful," he told her. "Oh Mom, no one can do it like you can. Oh wow!"
He was pleased and excited with her skill at doing him.
"That's the way I like it," he told her, "yes, that's it, Mom."
Suddenly the rock hard cock exploded in her mouth. It sent a Jetstream of white juicy cum to her.
"Eat me," he begged her, "eat me."
His hands pinned her there. She couldn't move now as he held her tightly. He threw his legs around her, and hung on.
"Go get it," he told her. "That's what I want. Now you're doing it. Oh yes, Mom. That's the way I want to be loved."
The passionate pleasure that he was obtaining from sex with her was the greatest.
"Oh wow!" he panted, as she slid her mouth off his slimy penis.
"It's a real sticky meal," she grinned.
"I take it you liked it," he smiled.
"Oh yes dear," she said. "I always enjoy giving a nice blow job. Especially when it's someone I love such as you."
"It's a shame you couldn't have given Dad this action," he told her.
"Isn't it?" she said. "But he just didn't have it."
"Well he either emptied his balls out on someone else or they were just empty."
"I put a private investigator on him once," she said, "to try to see what he was doing. I felt I had every right to check."
"Of course you did Mom," he told her, "why wouldn't you have every right?"
She looked at him and smiled.
"You're such an understanding dear," she told him.
"Mom," he said, "now will you leave me alone?
I want to get some rest."
"How dare you?" she exclaimed angrily. "I give you your satisfaction, and you are ready to let me claw the sheets all night. Well I like that."
"Relax Mom," he said nervously. "What do you want now?"
"Your tongue, love," she said.
"Alright, I'll eat your pussy."
"Why don't you do this, dear," she said. "Let Mother lie on her back and then you can crouch down around her pussy."
"Alright Mom," he agreed.
She lay back on her back, and he got on top. Now he was bringing himself down over her.
"Oh, that's wild," she exclaimed as she wrapped her legs around him.
She began giving him instructions, and he was amazed how many things she could think of.
"Now dear," she said, "you're not doing it' right. You're much too crude."
"How do you want me to eat your pussy?" he asked.
"With a little finesse," she said. "Alright," he agreed. It was time now for a good time. As she lay there with her mound juicing, she explained precisely how she wanted it loved.
"The tongue is a delightful member," she began, "and gives sensational thrills when it is used to lick pussy properly. Now, lap it, that's it, lick it, lick it, keep it moving."
He gripped her ass and held on tightly while he licked vigorously.
"Feels real good," she said. "Oh yes, that's how I like it."
The pleasure was increasing now as he stabbed away.
"Oh wow!" he panted. "That's a good way to do it."
"Quit talking and start eating pussy," she complained.
The moment he put his tongue inside her, she had more instructions to give.
"Now keep your tongue real stiff," she insisted. "Like that, lover. Yes, that's how it's done honey. Oh, I like that. That's it. Back and forth. Inside, yes, lick all over the vagina. Oh yes."
There was no doubt about it, the pleasure was building. Every moment now she was enjoying it more and more and so was he.
"Now nibble the clit," she begged him, "that's how it's done. Nibble it, sweetheart. Yes honey, do it just like that."
The pleasure mounted every moment as he con tinued.
"Oh I love that," she told him. "Oh yes, that's the way to do it. Oh honey, do it."
The hot tongue was performing excellently. But she thought he ought to bring his lips into the act too.
"Now honey," she said, "create a suction cup effect with your lips. Do it just like Mamma tells you."
A suction cup effect was created when she had him doing it the way she instructed. He pressed his lips down firmly over her mound, and let his tongue sweep around on the slit. He built up a suction that had her so stimulated and excited that she was quivering all over.
"How about that?" she smiled. "Isn't it wonderful?"
He pulled away from her for a moment to nod.
"Go back, dear," she said. "Don't ever stop in the middle of the act. When I communicate with you, just nod or shake your head. Mamma will understand."
He went back to doing it, and she was more and more excited.
"Oh that's wild," she told him. "I love it, honey. Now Mamma will finish it off."
She threw her legs over his shoulders, and she suggested quickly, "Play with the bosoms, sweetheart."
He brought his hands up to her breasts, and then he began massaging them.
"Feels beautiful," she told him.
His hands worked vigorously over her bosoms while his tongue lapped furiously and vigorously at her vagina.
"Oh, keep that up," she said, "yes, now you're doing it. Oh, Mamma can hardly stand it"
The sensations were sending erotic waves of pleasure sweeping over her body. It wasn't going to be much longer until she climaxed.
"Oh, I'm cuming," she cried excitedly, "I'm cuming!"
The hot spray shot into his mouth as she gushed.
"Lick it all lover," she said. "That's it. Now don't leave any. It's good until the last drop of pussy juice."
He continued lapping until he had finished. Now she was so stimulated and excited she was trembling.
He looked at her, unable to figure out why she was trembling. "What's up Mom?" he asked. "You're shaking."
"I always shake when I get excited, dear," she said. "Don't worry about it, it's a good sign."
"When I bring that young stud over here to take care of you, you'll have sex with him won't you Mom?" he asked curiously.
"Of course dear," she said. "A fucking deal is a fucking deal."
They both laughed as they thought about her play on words.
"When's Dad coming home?" he asked.
"Well he should be home next weekend," she said. "So I would suggest maybe you could bring the lover over. I'd say on Wednesday."
"Alright," he nodded. "I'll have him over here on Wednesday."
That promise triggered a worry of enormous proportions for him. He had told her a bold bald-faced lie to get off the hook from more sex with her. But he also promised at the same time that he would provide her with a man who would satisfy her.
Finding one was nowhere as easy as he thought it would be. But he was bound and determined that he would.
The next week he had many problems. He couldn't go to a bar as he wasn't that age yet. He decided he would hang out in a bowling alley. It worked, for he listened to a couple of men who were discussing a movie they had seen.
As they began talking about the naked women, and all of the sexual performances that they did in the film, he cut in quickly.
"I know a woman who is better than all of those chicks in that nudie flicks."
"Do you really, kid?" one man asked with a smile.
"Sure I do," he said. "She's asked me to try to find some lovers for her."
"You're pretty young to be pimping," one man observed.
"Well I'm not a pimp," he said bluntly.
"Well if you're not a pimp," he said, "why are you selling her pussy?"
"I'm a friend of hers," he said, knowing they would flip if they knew he was discussing his own mother.
"Oh I get it," one man laughed, "you mean you've got some action, and you enjoyed it, so you want to give it a recommend."
"Yeah," he grabbed on that quickly. "That's the way you might say it."
"Well I'm not interested," one man told him.
The other didn't feel that way about it. Certainly he wasn't getting the action he wanted, and he figured he might have something good in mind.
"You're sure it doesn't cost anything?" he asked.
"It doesn't cost a penny," he assured him.
"Well I'm interested," he said. "Do you want to give me her name and phone number?"
"I'll give you the number," he said. "You can call and say that Tommy recommended you."
"That's all I have to say?" the man asked.
"That's all," he said. "You've got to be able to give her a good fucking."
"I'll be able to do that," he assured him.
When he got home that night his mother was electrified.
"Honey," she exclaimed, "I got a call from guess who?"
"Who?" he asked her.
"A man named Sidney," she said. "He didn't give me his last name but he said Tommy recommended him. I laughed myself sick as I listened to him. He said he wanted to come over tonight. I don't think you'd better hang around, dear."
"Alright, Mom," he said. "Now remember, no jealousy. If I have a chick now that I'm going steady with, I don't want you getting uptight.
Let's keep it a nice happy family."
"Of course dear," she smiled. "I'll do everything in my power to make home happy for both of us."
"I know you will, Mom," he assured her. "I wasn't knocking you. But I want you to understand that from here on in, let's just be careful. O.K.?"
"Yes dear," she smiled. "I understand."
The pleasure that he felt at this point was increased by her desire to go along with the game.
"I'm so fortunate," she said, "to have a son like you. It isn't every son who would think of his mother."
"Well I guess it's because I'm uninhibited," he said.
"You know all the big words, don't you dear?" she said. "What does that mean exactly?"
"It means I'll do anything," he said.
"Well why didn't you say so in the first place?" she asked.
"Oh because I learned that big word in school," he said, "and I was wanting to try it on for size."
"Well it fits, dear," she said, "because you are indeed uninhibited. I guess there's nothing and nobody you won't do."
Tommy laughed as his mother told him the truth.
He was becoming happy now at the prospect of sex and she was eager for action. Tommy thought he had a lot to learn because he figured if there was some stud who could give his mother some good action, he could watch. His father's performances had so disappointed him that he didn't even like to think about it.
That night he pretended he was leaving the house. He did leave the house about six-thirty. However, he slipped back into the house through the back door about seven. His mother had a fit but it didn't bother him. He was interested in what he wanted and that was all that mattered to him at this moment.
About eight-thirty he heard a knock on the door. He didn't venture out of his room as he realized how very careful he had to be. Sure enough it was Sidney.
"Good evening, Ma'am," Sidney said. "What's your name again?"
"Peggy," she said. "And you're Sidney. Sidney, we're like ships that meet in the night. I had a friend who sometimes gives me a good recommend when I need a little love."
"Well I'm surprised you'd have any problems at all finding a lover. You're a pretty sharp dame."
"Well thank you, Sidney," she smiled at him. "How nice of you to say that. Of course it's true."
"When do we get going?" he asked a bit shyly.
"Well any time, dear," she smiled. "Now let's go into the bedroom."
"Now you're not a married woman?" Sidney asked her. "I don't want to get involved with anybody who is married."
"No, I'm not," she lied.
"Well that's good," Sidney said.
He was grateful that he could relax with a woman and not have to worry about her husband. Little did he know that she was lying. Much less did he realize that the man who had recommended her for sex was her son who had tried her out himself.
Sidney went with her to the bedroom, and she got nervous about the whole thing.
"Maybe we should shower first," she said, as she observed his rather soiled underclothes.
"Alright," he agreed.
They got in the shower together, and she used the soap all over him.
"You're sure giving me a washing," he told her. "What are you planning to do after that?"
"Well I was going to give you a tongue bath next," she laughed.
"Well that sounds like a lot of fun," he smiled.
It didn't take her long to get her point across. But first after she dried him, she had him get on the bed and told him she would massage his body.
"I've got some real slippery massage oil," she said, "and I think you're going to enjoy this enormously."
She poured some of the oil in the palm of her hand and then she began rubbing him.
"That feels real good," he told her.
As she massaged vigorously up and down his back, he relaxed.
"Feels good, doesn't it?" she asked.
"Yes, it does," he agreed.
Her fingers worked down around his buttocks. He parted his legs, granting her further access to his intimate genital zone.
Her fingertips massaged his prostate gland and then she smoothly eased a finger up his anus.
"Oh I like that," he told her, as she slid it smoothly back and forth.
Then, she bent over and brushed her soft breasts over his buttocks.
"Oh that feels good," he told her.
In the meantime, Tommy had come downstairs and tiptoed down the hall. He was listening as they performed. Unfortunately, the door was closed. He couldn't see a thing. But from listening he got a pretty good idea of what was happening.
"Oh your beautiful breasts on my ass feel fantastic," he told her.
It wasn't going to be very long now before he would be there.
"Honey," he smiled, "how about riding all over me? Slide your body all over mine."
She did this for him, and he loved the sensations that she generated.
"Oh that's beautiful," he said. "That is what I call a good body massage."
The pleasure was increasing every moment.
"Keep that up," he said. "That's what I need. Yes baby, that's what I want. Oh wow!"
When she had finished doing this, she let her tongue slide around his ear. Then she moved from one ear to the other. Next, she started down his body. He loved the sensation of the tongue gliding down his legs.
She licked those asscheeks and then moved down his inner thigh.
"Oh I love it there," he told her, "that's great.
Oh honey."
She fingered the back of his balls, as she licked his inner thighs. Finally, she continued down his legs to his calves. She licked the calves, went down to his feet and licked on his toes. Now he was so eager for action, he was trembling.
"Oh, go back after my cock," he begged. "Hurry up about it too."
He flipped over, and she grabbed his penis. She slid her mouth over it smoothly and began vigorous motions with her tongue. As her teeth nibbled, and her tongue licked, and her hot mouth gobbled him, he was almost there. Reaching down, the man grasped her head and held her in place.
"That's the way I like it," he exclaimed excitedly. "Now you're doing it. Yes baby, yes. That's what I like. Oh wow!"
The sensations were continuing. Every moment he was becoming more stimulated by what she was doing.
"Oh, eat it," he told her, "eat my sperm. Swallow it.."
He was delighting in the view of her head going up and down on his male member. He loved the feel of her fingers on his testicles. But the moment of climax was the moment he was waiting for.
"Eat that cock," he cried ecstatically, "eat it. That's the way to do it. Eat the cock."
The pleasure was building to a passionate pitch.
"Yes baby," he told her, "that's what I like. Gobble it."
As he threw himself forward, he slid his penis down her throat and exploded. She pulled off so she could get it in. her mouth. The hot juicy cum continued to surge as the man held her in place.
"Oh, eat me," he cried, "you are great at it. That's what I like, eat me."
She didn't stop eating him until he had completed his action.
Once he was through, she slid off smoothly.
"Ah, that was wild," he told her. "I loved it."
The pleasure that she had discovered now from devouring him was enormous.
"Oh," she sighed, "you don't know how much I enjoyed it too."
There was no doubt about it, he had enjoyed it and she had enjoyed giving of herself to him.
"Oh, was I ever lucky to find you," he said. "Maybe we can put this on a regular basis. You know I have problems with my wife. She's no good when it comes to giving me the kind of super sex a man needs. Every guy needs a dame to go down on him."
"Well, how good are you at it?" she laughed. "Do you do her too? I mean, do you eat your wife?"
"Well no," he said, "why should I?"
"For a very good reason," she reminded him. "If you expect your wife to go down on you, you've got to go down on her. That's what they call democratic sex."
He got the point, clearly.
"I'll eat you," he said enthusiastically.
"Alright honey," she said. "Lie on your back and I'll slide my legs over your shoulder."
It didn't take Peggy long to move forward on her new found lover.
As she straddled his face, she eased her vagina closer to him.
"Take that baby," she exclaimed, "and that."
Now she was pushing herself tighter to him.
He gripped her asscheeks and he felt the muff coming closer and closer.
"Oh honey," she said, "you're a real pistol. You've used your tongue like this before."
His tongue stabbed in there in quick regular movements. As it pumped back and forth, the pleasure increased.
"Oh I like that," she exclaimed excitedly. "Oh yes. That is sensational."
She was glad that he could give her what she required. However, she didn't want it to stop now.
"Play with my bosoms, baby," she said.
Peggy was in her seventh heaven. She looked in the mirror and she could see his hands on her breasts. She could feel his fingers pinching the nipples. And at the same time the sensation of his tongue stabbing in there added to her pleasure.
"Oh eat it," she cried excitedly, "eat the pussy. That's how it's done honey, eat the pussy."
The wild sensations that his tongue stabs were generating had brought her to a scorching climax.
"Wow!" she panted. "That's sensational!"
Now he was moving his hands from her bosoms to her buttocks. She loved the sensation of his hands grasping her asscheeks as he continued stabbing away with his tongue.
"Eat pussy," she cried like a little girl. "Eat the pretty pussy. Lick it lover, yes lover, that's what I want. Lick pussy."
His hot tongue surged inside of her gash and now he was nibbling.
"Ah," she cried ecstatically, "lick it, eat it, love it."
Just listening to the two of them carrying on had young Tommy stroking himself. He could feel his cock getting hotter and hotter as the cum surfaced at the slit of his penis head.
"That's what I like," she panted. "Yes baby, yes, that's the way to do it."
The pleasure that he was deriving from their sexual get-together was increasing now. He loved the sight of her slipping her mouth over the head of his shaft.
"Oh wow!" she panted. "That's what I want. Do it, baby."
She went down on him and he loved it. As she slid up and down she decided she would slicken it so she could slide her pussy on it.
Getting it well lubricated with her mouth, she straddled him. She grabbed his penis, then stabbed it into her.
"Oh wow!" Sidney panted, as he played with her breasts and watched her pumping up and down.
The two of them were having a wild time. He didn't quit stabbing it in there until he had finished to climax.
Finally young Tommy realized he'd better go back to bed. About half an hour later his mother came up to see him.
"Oh honey," she said, "I can't thank you enough for what you did for me. I had one of the most marvelous times of my life. It was really something."
She lay there, stark naked, and looked at him.
"Let me try it," he said, "like he did."
"What do you mean?" she demanded. "Were you listening outside the door?"
"I confess," he said, "I was. It was so exciting, I just had to listen."
He was happy and delighted that he could reveal to her the truth.
"I've been listening for a long time," he said. "I listened to you and Dad. And I got so eager to get in there and prove what I could do."
"You're a wonderful lover, dear," she said. "And whatever you want to do is alright with me.
He explained to her how he wanted to lie on his back and have her pumping on his penis.
"Alright," she said, "why not?"
As he flung back the covers, she grabbed his penis. She slid herself carefully over his slickened penis. Now he reached up and played with her bosoms while she pumped vigorously.
"Keep it up," he told her, "that's fantastic, honey."
The pleasure was mounting every moment now, and he was really enjoying it.
"Fuck it," he told her emphatically. "Fuck, baby, fuck. That's how I like it done. Oh yes, baby. Now you're doing it. Fuck faster."
She worked herself up and down at such a fast tempo that he was getting closer and closer to climax. The pleasure was almost more than she could bear.
"Oh wow!" he panted. "Is that ever fantastic. Yes baby, yes."
He kept his hands massaging her asscheeks and manipulating her breasts all the time.
"Keep it going," he begged her. "Yes, that's how I like it done. Come on baby, fuck."
She had a wild eyed look on her now as she moved up and down on her son's shaft.
He was amazed what pleasure could be derived from a different position.
"Oh I love it," he said, "grind your ass around. That's it, Mom. Oh yes, twist your tail. Oh, more to the left. Now you're doing it. Like that!"
He was rolling his head back and forth on the pillow as his hands held her over him. She loved the feel of his hands on her hips but she thought there wasn't a reason in the world why he couldn't be massaging her asscheeks at the same time.
"Honey," she suggested quietly, "why don't you rub my ass? Like that. Yes, that's what I like. Do it."
As she proceeded to pump up and down vigorously, his hands reached back to grip and guide her.
"Now you're doing it," she told him, "that's how Mamma loves it."
Faster and faster the two of them were going to town. The pleasure mounted as they came closer to climax.
"Oh honey, keep your tail twisting," he begged her. "That's it. I'm almost there."
He thrust forward, his body going off the bed as he neared his juicy climax. Suddenly the creamy white stuff shot into her body.
"I'm getting you," she said. "All of you."
She loved the feel of his hot seed as he shot it to her.
"Oh wow, Mom," he gasped in surprise and delight.
He had finished and now he was relaxed. She slid off him and walked over to the window. As she did so she didn't mind the trickle of sperm down her inner thigh. She was happy and satisfied that she had found sexual fulfillment at last.
However, little did she realize how excited her young son was. He could hardly get over the fact that he still wanted sex with Mom. He figured that once he had gotten a lover for her all of it would be taken care of. But once he listened to the other lover carrying on, he realized how wrong he was.
He realized all too well how much he sought her for himself. And this annoyed and delighted him. He couldn't help it. It did.
"What are you thinking about, dear?" she said, as she turned around and looked at him, her eyes glazed with lust.
"I was just thinking of how tremendous it was to ball you," he lied.
"Now," she said, "If I divorced Dad, we could be together. Wouldn't that be wonderful?"
"It would," he said. "And that's what bothers me, Mom. I guess I'm as nuts for your body as you are for mine. We've got to be sick, Mom."
"Sick?" she stammered. "What do you mean?"
"Just what I said," he insisted. "We've got to be sick to want to fuck each other."
"That's the most disgusting thing I've ever heard," she said. "Just because you give me a good time, doesn't mean you have any right to say that we are sick."
"Of course we are," he said. "When we want each other as much as we do, there's something wrong with us. Maybe we were wired wrong at the factory."
"That's an insult," she said.
"No it isn't an insult," he said. "Maybe it's just the damned truth."
"
"I'm alright," she said. "And so are you. There are plenty of people who love their only children. Don't think you are the first and don't think you are going to be the last."
"I didn't say I would be," he said, correcting her. "However, Mom, let's be honest. Let's face up to a few facts. You and I shouldn't be doing this."
She was so disgusted at this point that she stalked out of the bedroom. He spent a restless night, but during the next day when he had some free time he decided he would go and visit the Boys' Vice Principal.
"Now what did you want to see me about, Tommy?" the Boys' Vice Principal asked.
"I've got a problem," Tommy said.
"Haven't we all," the Vice Principal asked him.
"Yeah," he said. "But my problem bugs me so much I can hardly do my school work."
"Well what is it, Tommy?" he said. "Did you kill somebody?"
"No," he said, "but it's killing me."
"What are you talking about?" the Vice Principal finally asked him, angrily. "Get to the point. I don't have all day."
"Well if you're not interested," he said, "I won't tell you."
"Sure I'm interested. I just don't have all kinds of time. We work hard for our money here and every minute counts."
"Well it's a sexual problem," he said.
"What kind of problem?" he demanded. "You're screwing the girl next door or something?"
"No," he said. "It isn't that."
"Well I can't figure it out," he said. "You want to get your hands in her pants. That's it. Well knock it off and forget it. Take her to a drive-in and you can get in some heavy petting and you can press against her and go off. That's enough."
"You don't know what I'm going through," the boy said nervously.
"Go on with it," he said. "I don't get my kicks listening to you kids tell how you get your rocks off."
"No I don't suppose you do," he admitted. "But you might be able to help me. I'm trapped. And it's an older woman."
"Oh," the Boys' Vice Principal smiled wisely. "I read you. You're having an affair with an older woman. A divorcee no doubt, who got used to having some action she wants to continue. Well they are the best kind. If you ask me, you can't find a better fuck than a woman who doesn't have a regular. I remember when I was your age I found me an older woman who lived down the street from me. I'll never forget her. Beth Parker. She was a blast. I mean, she was built."
"This woman I'm crazy about is built too," Tommy said. "Gorgeous breasts and a pussy that has to be the most beautiful in the world."
The Vice Principal threw his head back and laughed.
"Oh I knew that before," he said. "Every woman has the most gorgeous pussy in all the world. That is, the first few times. Once you get used to it, you don't think that way."
"You don't?" he asked.
"Not at all," he said. "You get used to it, and they're all the same. You have a sack over their head."
"I don't want to put a sack over her head," Tommy told him. "I want to look at her. She has the most beautiful eyes that you've ever seen."
"Look, I'm not here to get a hard-on when you are telling me about some dame you're balling," the Vice Principal said. "If you think you should quit, quit. She can't blackmail you into fucking her, can she?"
"No," Tommy admitted.
"Well then what's your problem?" he said. "Like I said when you came in here, Tommy, I'm a busy man. They overwork us like you wouldn't believe. And talk about raises, we never seem to get one. When we do finally get a raise, there's an inflation lag."
"Inflation lag?" Tommy asked.
"Yeah," he said. "It is difficult to catch up with inflation. So we are always behind. Now, Tommy, you don't really have a problem. It's just that you want to go and have your fun and have me tell you to go ahead. I'm not telling you a damned thing. When you get in trouble, kid, don't come running to me."
CHAPTER FOUR
Peggy Franklin was pleased with her son. She was delighted with the fact that he had brought her so much pleasure. However, she was now involved with Sidney too and she didn't know how to get free from both of them.
That weekend, when her husband came home for one of his rare visits, he told her quietly, "Maybe I can make it now."
"What have you done?" she asked him.
"Well I went to a doctor to see what I could do about myself," he said.
"And what did he recommend?" Peggy asked Frank bluntly.
"Vitamins," he said.
"Marvelous," she asked him. "Let's hope it will work."
She was disturbed because she realized her son might think she was going back to her husband and she didn't want him to get unnecessarily jealous. But in reality, Peggy was confident that her husband could not satisfy her.
That night he suggested that they go out to dinner.
"Well," she said, "how thoughtful of you to want to take me out to dinner."
"Well I've always appreciated you, Peggy," he told her, "sometimes I was so tied up with business that I didn't have time to take you out."
"You know, Frank"," she said, "I guess I haven't understood you at times."
"You haven't understood me a lot of times," he told her.
"That's true," she admitted. "A lot of the time I didn't understand you. Will you forgive me?"
"Of course I forgive you," he said.
As the two of them talked, their young son Tommy walked in.
"How are you honey?" she asked Tommy.
"Just fine, Mom," he said.
"Got a heavy date tonight?" his father asked.
"As a matter-of-fact, I have," he said.
Peggy wondered immediately who he was going out with.
"Who're you making it with?" she asked.
"Well Mom, a new girl at school. They say she's really wild."
"Take it easy, son," his father advised him. "Maybe I'd better talk to you alone."
"What advice could you offer?" Tommy asked him with a withering glance.
Now Peggy was nervous. She feared that her husband might suspect that she had confided the fact of his impotency in him and it bothered her.
"Don't talk that way to me, son," his father told him.
"Well Dad, I'm sorry. I didn't mean anything."
He hurried away and Peggy looked after him.
"He's growing up, isn't he, sweetheart?" Frank asked his wife.
"Fortunately he is," she said.
"Now sweetheart," he told her, "we can't keep him a little boy always. That wouldn't be right."
"I'm not trying to keep him a little boy always," she assured him.
There was no doubt in his mind about the situation. He realized that his son was growing up and he was happy.
"Just so he doesn't get any girl in trouble," he mentioned.
"Oh I think he will know enough to take care," she said.
"Well you never know about the young people nowadays," he said.
"Are they so different?" he smiled.
Peggy nodded. She went upstairs and began dressing.
"Where are you going to take me, love?" she asked him.
"Well how about that new steak place, that opened over there on the boulevard?"
"Well they say it's a great place to go," she said.
"I know it is," he said.
He was getting more and more excited contemplating the idea of going out.
"Well isn't that wonderful," he said, as he saw her slipping into a tight fitting dress.
"Thank you dear," she said.
She looked beautiful now and Frank found him self starting to get hard again.
"You know honey," he said, "we could oave sex before dinner."
"Let's have it after dinner, dear," she said. "A good steak will give you some strength."
"Is that a dig?" Frank asked.
"No I didn't mean it as a dig," she said.
The two of them now were busy. They were trying to get out of the place without further delay.
Finally they got out of the house and drove to the restaurant. As they walked into the place, she caught sight of Sidney.
Sidney looked at her and winked.
"I do believe that bastard is winking at you," he said.
"Yes, I guess he is," she admitted.
"That's terrible," he said. "Do you know him?"
"Of course I don't know him," she said.
It bothered Frank no end that the man had winked at his wife. He couldn't help but wonder if she did indeed know who it was, and why he had winked.
They had a delicious dinner and he even went to the expense of buying her a good vintage champagne.
"Oh, that tastes so delicious," she said.
"It is bubbly and wonderful, isn't it?" he said.
"It certainly is dear," she smiled.
They both were indeed happy about the prospects of going home and seeing if Frank could make it this time.
As they drove back home, he got to talking to her bluntly.
"You've been awfully good, honey," he told her, "to be so loyal to me. A lot of women would have gotten themselves uptight over the fact that they weren't getting the sex-they wanted, and they would have been disloyal."
"I've always been loyal to you dear," she lied through her teeth.
"That goes without saying, baby," he told her.
"I just wanted to get credit for it," she cut in.
"Sweetheart," he said, "I felt just about as bad not being able to service you as you have felt not getting the action you desired."
When they got back to the bedroom, they were ready for action.
"Now let's have some fun," he said eagerly.
"Sure baby," she smiled.
Frank began undressing the moment they got back into the bedroom. As she looked at him slipping out of his shorts, she was pleasantly surprised. He had a partial erection.
"Those vitamins are doing wonders," she smiled at him.
"It was a little more than vitamins," he admitted.
"What did you do?" she asked him. "There's been a change in you, a remarkable change."
She walked across the room to her husband and reached out for his cock. She squeezed it and then smiled up at him.
"This is super cock," she said.
"Well honey," he said, "let me explain it to you.
"Tell me," she said.
"I've been going to a sex clinic for lessons," he admitted.
"You've been doing what?" she asked in utter amazement.
"I've been going to a sex clinic," he admitted.
"That sounds like a nice name for a whorehouse," she snapped.
"No," he assured her, "it's completely professional. They have women there who have sex with the customers, yes. But it's all done with a clinic type arrangement."
"Well now I've heard everything," she said, as she slid out of her bra.
As her husband caught sight of her bosoms this time, his cock got harder.
"Oh baby," she told him, "you are really getting a tremendous hard-on."
She was really delighted to see him at last responding to her body.
"Yes honey," he told her, "those days of a limp cock are all over."
Then he looked at her and said, "I'm going to eat you baby, and you're going to eat me too."
"I don't know whether that clinic has been so good for you or not," she said.
He looked at her and smiled.
"That clinic has made a world of difference in me," he assured her.
"I can tell that," she said. "I don't know whether it's a change for the better or for worse. But time will tell."
"You're going to love what I'm going to do to you, honey," he assured her.
"Well I do hope so," she admitted.
She was getting hotter and hotter for action now and he was getting hotter for it too.
"Oh baby," he smiled at her, "you are great. Yes, what a body."
She was pleasing him no end, and he was just as eager to give her the satisfaction she sought.
They got on the bed and he suggested immediately, "Now let's angle our bodies baby, so we are real close to each other. Won't that be fun?"
"How do you mean honey?" she asked him.
"I mean, so your pussy is even with my mouth, and your mouth is even with my cock."
"Oh it excites me to hear you talk like that," she said.
She immediately obeyed him, and the bubbly champagne had made it easier for her to do anything.
"That's the way I like it," he told her.
The pleasure mounted every second.
"Come on baby," he begged her. "That's the way to do it."
She began licking his cock shaft. He loved the sensations, and the pleasure increased every moment.
"Oh yes," he told her, "that's beautiful. You're good at it, baby."
She held his penis in her hand and then bent over the balls.
"Go down there and lick those balls," he ordered her.
Bending over, she started licking the testicles. The excitement was building every moment now.
"Oh, that's a lot of fun," he told her, "it sure is, baby."
The pleasure mounted every moment now, as they went to town.
"Oh, that's beautiful," he told her. "Yes baby, I love it."
The exciting pleasure that had generated by their sixty-nine position continued. Frank's hot tongue lashed away at his wife's vagina. He was licking her, just the way he had learned to do it at the clinic.
Grasping her asscheeks, he suddenly stabbed it into her.
In the meantime, in the hallway, Tommy was listening to them. The door was ajar a trifle. He could see the two of them in the sixty-nine position. He was tormented as he saw how his mother was going after his father's cock. Painful as it was, he felt he had to watch. Every moment was bringing them closer and closer to a climax.
It bothered him, yet he wanted to watch. The torment that he felt at this point was great.
"Oh that's beautiful," he told her, "yes baby, that's beautiful."
It wasn't going to be much longer now, and he knew it.
The sudden pleasure that he was experiencing at this point was increasing. "Yes baby," he told her, "that's what I like.
Slip your mouth all the way down."
Peggy slid her mouth over the complete length of her husband's cock shaft. He loved it when she played with his testicles.
"That's the way to do it," he told her. "Yes, you're doing it just right, keep doing it that way, baby."
The fun that they were having seemed like it would never stop.
"Keep it up," he begged her, "that's how it's done honey. Oh yes, keep that going."
The action wasn't subsiding. Faster and faster he pumped his penis to her. He rammed it down her throat and she thought she couldn't breathe. At the same time she felt his insistent stabbing tongue in her vagina. She loved the sensation of his tongue tip licking away at the walls. Finally he nibbled at her clitoris and she gushed.
"Oh, that's the way to do it, honey," she cried, sliding her mouth off his cock for a moment.
She had to return to his penis as he was ready to shoot. It didn't take her long to accomplish that. Now they were enjoying the whole performance immensely.
Finishing that, she marveled. For after she had devoured his juice, he remained erect.
Tommy stood there, frozen in his tracks in the hallway. He was so angry he found it impossible to get an erection no matter how erotic the sight had been.
"What's wrong?" she asked him. "You shouldn't be getting a hard-on that fast."
"I told you I'm a changed man," he insisted.
"Well I guess you are," she said. "Why don't you give me a good fuck?"
Rolling over, she lay on her back. It didn't take her husband long to straddle her. He reached out, and massaged her breasts while she guided his cock into herself.
"Oh that feels good," she panted. "I like that."
The pleasure was building every moment now and they were both enjoying it.
"Keep it up," she begged him. "That's how to do it."
Faster and faster the rock hard cock stabbed into her. And the pleasure mounted every moment.
"That's the way to do it," he panted.
Soon they were having a marvelous time of it. Her vagina gripped the sliding penis tightly, and she twisted her hips around.
"You're really good at it," he complimented her.
"Thank you love," she smiled.
There was no doubt in her mind now that he was good at it. This confidence was paying off, for he was giving her a fantastic fuck, a better one than she had ever had before.
"How am I doing?" he smiled at her.
"You're doing real good," she complimented him.
She let her hands wander up and down his back. He loved the feeling of her hands on him. And at the same time she reached down to cup his asscheeks.
"Massage them too," he demanded.
As she massaged them, he became more and more excited.
"Oh I love that," he said. "That feels fantastic. Oh yes."
The pleasure that they were deriving from this was increasing.
"Keep it up," he begged. "That's what I like. Stick a finger in my asshole if you like to."
Slowly she guided a finger up his anus. He loved the sensation, and so did she. It was fun to finger him. She could feel his prostate gland working beautifully now.
"Come on baby," he told her, "that's the way to do it. Oh yes. Keep it up."
Meantime their young son Tommy was sad and distressed. He walked away, up to his room. No sexual thoughts were on his mind now, but methods of getting rid of his father. If his father was out of the way, he reasoned, then he would be top dog on the totem pole. Nevertheless, it tortured him to think of killing his father. The thought was there.
Meantime, Frank was giving his wife all the action she could stand.
"Come on Peggy," he panted, "that's the way to do it. Oh yes, grab it. You're doing just right."
"Am I as good as the; woman at the clinic?" she demanded to know.
"Better baby," he told her, "absolutely better."
This made her happy. She threw her legs around his legs and pushed her pelvis up and down.
"Oh you're giving me a good fuck," he told her. "I love that. Oh yes baby, yes. That's how I like it. Keep it going."
The excitement that they were enjoying now wasn't stopping. It was increasing.
"How am I doing?" he asked her.
"You're doing it just the way I love it," she said. "A few more cockstabs, honey, and I'll be there."
"Me too," he said. "I can hardly hold back "
He was telling her the truth. As her vagina juices gave him some lubrication, he stabbed it at her. In fierce, savage thrusts he guided it in there. She began brushing her breasts over his chest to add excitement to him. And slipping her finger out of his asshole, she gripped his asscheeks. He loved the sensation of her kneading his behind.
"Keep playing-with my ass," he told her. "That gets me real excited,"
"Oh good, baby?" she assured him.
It wasn't going to be much longer, and he knew it. Therefore, he increased the pace of his cockstabs.
"Oh I'm cuming," he cried excitedly. "I made it, baby."
Seconds later she joined himi
"I'm cuming too," she exclaimed. "Oh baby, I'm there."
The hot juices gushed as he went on thrusting.
She clutched him tightly now, and he pressed his lips against hers. They met in a soul kiss as her mouth parted and his tongue slid in. When they finished kissing and fucking, he looked at her gently.
"Oh baby," he smiled. "This was really a fuck tonight."
"It was, dear," she said, two tears running down her cheeks as she thought about the fact she had been disloyal.
She was tortured, thinking of her son. She was tormented, thinking of what she had demanded. And there was nothing to be done to relieve the torment that she was feeling.
He pulled out of her, and went over to the dresser and found himself a cigarette.
"Honey, have you been loyal to me?" he demanded to know.
"Why do you ask?" she demanded.
She was suspicious that perhaps he had heard something and she wasn't going to lie to him until she was sure she could get by with it.
"Well it would be only natural, dear, for you to go after a man who could take care of you. I wouldn't blame you."
"I've never stepped out," she said.
He turned around and looked at her.
"I believe you," he said, "and you don't know what a wonderful feeling that gives me."
He sat on the edge of the bed and once more gently stroked her bosoms.
"You've been so wonderful to me," he said, "not one wife in a million would put up with what you have had to. And that's why I love you all the more."
She couldn't stand it, for as he spoke to her this way, she wished that she had been loyal to him. And she hadn't. She was happy that he had maintained his pride. She never wanted to see him suffer the agonies of the damned because of the fact that he couldn't perform sexually. She had spared him this moment. Yet she realized she hadn't been loyal.
Now she was satisfied with him. Yet she knew she would have problems with her son.
"We took a giant step forward tonight," he said.
"Yes we did, dear," she admitted. "I'm going to ask for a transfer to this town. I am sick and tired of all of this travel."
"That would be wonderful, dear," she said. "It certainly would," he told her. "Yes," she admitted.
As they smoked together, she understood so clearly what he meant.
"I was away from home a lot of the time, because I didn't have the strength to keep trying. It was tormenting me to the point where I knew it would wreck both of us if I would try and try and not be able to make it. Finally, when I am a complete man I can come home to you."
She threw her arms around him, and held him close to her. She wished desperately that she could tell him. She wished desperately that she could reveal the hurt that was in her. Yet she knew she dare not. For if she told him, only trouble could erupt. This knowledge was what tortured her now.
"Something's troubling you, honey," he said.
"Oh no," she said. "There's nothing that's troubling me. You must be imagining something."
She tried to congratulate him so he wouldn't think any more about her side of their problem. Finally, when she figured he was sound asleep, she got out of bed and tiptoed down the hall.
She was fearful that Tommy might have been listening. She was proven correct when she walked into his bedroom and saw him lying there naked.
"What are you doing here, Mom?" he asked.
"I had to come and speak to you about your father," she said.
"What about him?" he demanded.
"The most marvelous thing has happened," she said.
"What do you mean?" he demanded. "Simply this dear," she explained. "Your father is no longer impotent. He can satisfy me, dear. Isn't that wonderful?"
"Is it?" he demanded.
"Of course it is," she said. "You certainly wouldn't want your father to be unable to perform, would you?"
"Well no," he admitted.
"I know you're worried about us," she said. "And I don't think it would be fair for us to continue. It would only get us deeper and deeper into this syndrome of sin."
"Sin?" he demanded. "What the hell are you talking about?"
"It was a sin what we did, dear," she said. "Don't you know that?"
"No, I don't," he said. "And you'd better cut out the crap. I know what you're doing. You're trying to think of every reason you can why we don't have to go on having sex together. Well I don't appreciate it."
"No that isn't true," she said.
"Yes it is," he said. "Now that you've got Dad, our sex was just an affair to remember."
"Oh it meant a lot to me, dear," she said. "You know I love you more than anything else in the world."
"I don't know that at all," he said. "You like Dad. Look how he's failed you. All of these years when you needed some action. It's his fault we got together. I felt sorry for you and wanted to give you some fun. Now you're cutting me out."
"Oh I guess we could have sex one more time," she admitted.
Suddenly his hands were all over her.
"Take your clothes off," he begged her.
"Alright," she said.
When she was naked, his hands were all over her body. And then he began licking her. She could tell why. It was obvious to her that she was being thought of as competition. And as such he felt the need to continue lavishing affection on her.
"Keep it up," he begged. "Oh yes, Mom. I just love that."
"The pleasure mounted every moment now as she did her thing.
"Oh Mom," he exclaimed. "You don't know how fantastic that feels to me. Keep doing it."
He was eager to satisfy her now as his father could never do. He licked her everywhere. He threw her legs over his shoulder and let his tongue graze along her inner thighs.
She clutched at the sheets as the overpowering pleasure of his passion hit her.
"Oh baby," she gasped excitedly, "you don't know how good that feels to me. Yes baby, that's beautiful."
There wasn't the least shadow of a doubt in his mind that he could outdo his father. That he could out-perform him with his tongue, his mouth. Then possibly with his penis he could prove his point.
It didn't take him long now to give her the action she loved. With his tongue working over her breasts, he moved down to her legs. She loved the way his tongue slid over her mound. All at once she was trembling as he pumped it into her.
"Oh Mom," he panted, "I'm going to give you a good fuck. A really good fuck."
The rock hard cock stabbed her vagina.
"Do it," he begged her. "Throw your body back to me."
He was clutching her now as she shoved back toward him. Her hands were all over him. She was feeling of his shoulders, and sliding her hands down to his behind. He loved the sensations that surged through him as she massaged his ass.
"Oh keep your hands there, Mom," he told her. "I love that. Oh, that feels good."
She reached farther into him and whispered, "I'm massaging your prostate. Doesn't that feel good? That's good for you baby."
As she gave him a prostate massage, he con tinued pumping it to her savagely.
"You're on fire tonight," she told him. "You really wanted this bad, didn't you, baby?"
"I sure did," he told her. "When I saw Dad giving it to you, it made me realize I could do it better than he could."
Realizing that he calculated giving direct competition to her husband annoyed her. She didn't want him to come at her like this.
"Oh wow!" he panted. "It's beautiful. That's it. Keep fucking. Faster. Now you're doing it. Oh yes, that's the way I want it."
The pleasure continued. And the two of them were going at it savagely.
"Fuck it, give it to me," she begged him, "every inch of it. Oh I want your juice."
She could hardly wait for that moment of climax, when his hot juice would spurt into her mound.
"Oh yes baby," he told her "that's what I like. Fuck it, baby. Oh, ah, yes baby, that's the way, fuck, baby, fuck."
With rapid fire thrusts he continued pumping it into her. Her vagina muscles gripped his sliding tool.
"Keep it up baby," he told her, "oh yes, keep doing that. Just like that."
It wasn't going to be much longer now and she knew it. Their bodies were perspiring at this point. They slapped together as they went on fucking.
"Oh wow!" he panted. "We're there, Mom." His hot white cream exploded within-her. "Oh," he gasped excitedly. "I'm juicing!" She smiled at him as she felt herself cuming too.
"Oh baby," she told him, "that is wild."
She juiced at the same instant, and he slid around in her.
"Was I as good as Dad?" he asked.
That did it. She could hardly stand being in this position.
"Oh stop nudging me about it," she complained.
"Answer me," he said. "Was I as good a fucker as my old man?"
"Don't put it to me like that, baby," she said. "It's not fair to compare yourself with him."
"Why not?" he smiled smugly. "You compared me before. You said I was better before. He hasn't improved that much. You can't teach an old fucker new tricks."
"Oh dear," she said nervously, "you know I loved your father. It was just that I was sex starved."
He pulled out of her and glared angrily.
"Tell me," he said, "was I better than he was?"
"I don't want to talk about it that way," she said. "Your father was very good."
"But being just good isn't good enough," he said. "Was he better?"
She didn't know how to answer him. If she told him that he was just as good, he would be jealous. If she said he was better, he would be furious. She didn't know what to do.
"What should I do?" she demanded.
"I'll tell you what to do," he said. "You go tell Dad the truth. Tell him you're sick of fucking the old fart. Tell him you want to make it with his son."
"He'd throw us both out on our ass," she reminded him.
"I'm not afraid to make a living on my own," he said. "Are you?"
"You know dear," she said, "you don't know how you make your mother feel. You go on and on like this and you put me in such a terrible position."
"Now that's gratitude," he said. "I take care of you and I get a kick in the ass. I guess I know when I'm getting a kick."
"You're looking at it the wrong way," she said.
"Am I ?" he demanded.
"Yes dear, you are," she insisted.
"How do you figure?" he asked.
"'very simply," she said. "It was a situation where your father was failing but now he isn't. He is doing his duty."
"I guess you're afraid to listen to your heart. You don't want to go out and work. You are thinking of yourself. You're selfish."
"I'm not selfish," she said.
"Oh yes you are," he said. "Or you'd divorce the old man and come and live with me."
"How long would you want me?" she said, her voice sad and nervous.
"As long as I live," he said.
"That's what you think now darling," she said, "No, I mean it," he insisted.
"I know you mean it now," she said, "but you can't see the end from the beginning. I can better than you. I know that you'd tire of me. Right now it's an ego challenge and I guess I do appeal to you. I'm sorry that I turn you on quite that much."
"Don't feel that way," she said.
"Well I can't help it," he insisted.
"Alright," she agreed. "When you feel the need of sex, I'll give you some. But I've got to divide myself between Dad and you. Is that alright?"
"I guess it will have to be," he said.
"Well I hope so, dear," she said.
She knew that anything she could do with this boy to calm him down was important. But she knew that this double love couldn't last for long. If her husband Frank was coming back to her as he said he was, she could not be carrying on with him constantly.
"Keep our relationship a secret, dear," she said. "It's the only way. No one else would understand."
"You don't have worry about me none," he said. "As long as I get my action."
"You'll get your action," she said.
"Well I hope so," he told her, "because I need to get my rocks off pretty often."
"I know you do dear," she said.
"Mom," he asked her quietly, "do you love me?"
"Sure I do," she said. "I love you a lot. But I don't like you coming after me like this. You frighten me."
"Why do I frighten you?" he demanded. "Because you're much too intense, dear," she said.
"I can't help it," he said.
"Sure you could help it," she insisted.
"No, when I get turned on," he explained, "I feel I've just got to have it. It's a compulsion. Something that sweeps over me. I don't understand it myself."
"No of course you don't dear," she said. "I don't think any of us fully understands our sex ourselves. But I do know this, I know that you must be thoughtful. You mustn't be so demanding. Consider my situation."
"Consider mine," he said, glancing at his still erect penis.
She got off the bed and slid into her nightgown. As she stood there in her sheer nightgown, he licked his lips.
"When I see you with that beautiful body of yours, I get turned on. That's all I know. I guess my desire is my conscience."
"That dear, is a very dangerous conscience to have. A lot of people want things that aren't good for them."
"Your body is real good for me, Mom," he said.
"I know you think that, honey," she laughed, "and I know I enjoy you. But we mustn't take each other too seriously."
"I'll play it your way if you want me to," he agreed.
"Thank you dear," she said softly.
The point had been made and it was a difficult situation for her.
"Honey," she said, "goodnight."
Going over to him, she bent over the bed, brushing her breasts over his body. He felt his cock quiver as she did this. Their lips met and he pressed hard against her.
"I love you Mom," he whispered.
"And I love you, son."
CHAPTER FIVE
When Peggy went back to the bedroom, her husband was just turning over.
"Where were you honey?" he whispered.
"Oh I was just walking," she said.
"Walking in the middle of the night?" he said. "What's wrong?"
"Oh, dear, you don't know how marvelous it makes me feel that you can perform like this. I was just walking back and forth in the living room, thinking how wonderful it was."
"Alright sweetheart," he said, "come over here, honey."
She went over to him and sat on the edge of the bed. His hands were all over her now.
"You are a sexy one," she said. "Telling me you just took vitamins. I thought it was more than that."
"Well I didn't know what you would think of the sex clinic approach," he sighed.
"Well you don't have to worry about me dear," she said. "I'm broadminded."
"But I thought you might kill me if you thought I was playing around with another woman to get this developed, shall we say."
"I'm very understanding," she said, 'and the most important thing for me is that you solved your problem."
"Oh I have, honey," he said. "So much, in fact, I just want to try everything. Did you ever get it up your asshole?" he asked her.
"No," she said with a shrug. "And I don't intend to. If you want that type of action, you'll just have to go back to the clinic."
"Oh I was only teasing," he said. "I wanted to see what you would say if I suggested it."
"Well you found out, didn't you dear?" she said acidly.
"There is a good position that we could get, though," he suggested. "Where you get on all fours and I slip it to you from behind. How'd you like to try that?"
"If you want to," she said, "I guess we could."
She slid out of her nightie again, and got on all fours on the bed. Her husband got behind her and he explained why he liked this position.
"At the clinic," he explained, "they told us the penetration is best from this angle. It is really something."
As he gripped her asscheeks, he slowly eased his penis into her.
"Now isn't that just fantastic?" he smiled.
He was stabbing it into her vagina now, harder than any man ever did it before.
"Oh yes baby," she told him, "that does feel good. Real good."
The pleasure was increasing every moment.
"Oh wow!" he panted. "I love that. That's the way to do it honey. Oh keep that up."
The pleasure mounted every moment now, and they were enjoying it immensely.
"Fuck it," he told her, "that's it baby, fuck it."
She twisted her hips around and he bent over.
He enjoyed reaching for her bosoms.
"I'm going to play with those nipples honey," he smiled at her, "and add to our pleasure."
"Didn't they teach you. not to pinch nipples so hard?" she demanded.
"Oh they say there's pleasure in pain," he laughed.
"It depends upon the woman," Peggy told him. "This is one woman who doesn't appreciate pain. If you want me to hurt you, honey, I'd be glad to. I can pinch your ass."
"No thank you," he chuckled. "I was just checking to see if you have a streak of sadism running through you."
"Sorry to disappoint you dear," Peggy told him, "I'm not in the least a sadist. So take it easy."
He took it easy and he was becoming more and more excited.
"Oh honey," he told her, "that feels real groovy."
She was twisting her ass to the right as he would jab it to the left. By using the countertwist, she was adding pleasure to his penetration.
"Right on," Frank panted. "Yes baby, now you're doing it. That's the way I like it. Faster, honey, oh, yes, that's the way I love it. Oh baby, fuck it, fuck, fuck, fuck."
She was giving it to him just the way he liked to have it.
"Keep going, honey," he cried. "Yes, that's the way I want it. Fuck, fuck baby, fuck."
Faster and faster he slammed it into her and the pleasure increased at every cockstab.
"Now you're doing it," he told her excitedly. "That's the way I like it. Oh yes baby, fuck it."
The pleasure he was deriving from this position was enormous.
"Bend over farther," he told her.
When she bent over far enough, she wondered if he might try to slip it out of her vagina and slide it into her asshole.
"Oh baby," he gasped excitedly, "this is beautiful. I'm really having a good time at it."
Her fears were not justified, as he didn't try it. He just went on ramming it in her farther and farther.
"That's the way I like it," he told her. "Oh yes, baby, you've got a real smooth pussy."
She was proud of herself and delighted that he enjoyed it so much.
"I'm glad you're having fun," she smiled at him.
A second or two later he was gripping her asscheeks and squeezing.
"I'm shooting my rocks off," he told her, "I'm cuming. Oh, ah, I can't stand it. Twist your tail, honey."
She ground her hips around, gripping his tool tightly in her vagina.
"Get the juice," he told her. "Milk it."
Grinding her hips around and squeezing, she was milking him effectively.
"Oh wow!" he panted. "That was a tremendous fuck, baby."
He was indeed delighted that they could achieve so much pleasure.
"What a fuck," he said. "Tremendous!"
The pleasure that they were deriving from the activity had generated pleasure for both of them.
"Oh baby," he panted, as he finished ramming into her, "what a fuck off."
As Frank pulled his penis out of her vagina, she collapsed in a heap on the bed.
"Oh, so you went to that clinic," she told him. "I could get some sleep before. Now you've got your sexual equipment working, you'll probably want to be using it all the time."
"Can you blame me?" he laughed.
"Well no," she admitted. "I can't say that I do blame you, but baby you can understand the way I look at it too, can't you?"
"Sure I can," he said.
He slapped her ass playfully.
"Some day I'm going to get up here too," he said as he let his hands slide between her asscheeks.
"In a pig's eye you are," she said bluntly. "Nobody is going to fuck my asshole. The ass wasn't made for fucking, the pussy was."
"You can fuck anything," he told her. "At the clinic I fucked a gal's armpit."
"You fucked a gal's armpit?" she demanded.
"Sure," he told her. "Armpit fucking is the rage."
"Well I don't see how anybody could get any fun fucking somebody's armpit."
"You'd be surprised," he told her. "It is a lot of fun."
He laughed as he looked at her amazement. "Would you tell me dear, how it's done?" she asked him.
"Do you want me to illustrate?" he glanced at his now limp cock.
"Well thank goodness the thing has gone down," she said. "So I guess it's safe for me to tell you I will listen as to how it's done. That means I don't want a demo fuck."
"I read you," he said. "You don't have to worry about a thing."
At this point he was really enjoying himself. He was so proud of his new found sexual power, that he was delighted in telling her all about it.
"You see," he smiled, "the chick lifts her armpit up. And then the man straddles her there. He puts his cock into the armpit, and oil help a little."
"Oil helps?" she asked curiously. "What do you mean, dear?"
"What I mean is this," he smiled. "If you have a little oil, then it goes in smoothly like a well lubricated pussy."
"That's interesting." she said.
He was getting a big charge out of telling her about it..
"The important thing is for the woman to raise her arm up and down. As she raises her arm up and down, he gets a big charge out of it."
"That's nice," she said. "Real nice."
He was having a good laugh as she described the activity for him.
"Alright," she said. "The next time we have sex, you've got to try my armpit. Don't you think I have sexy armpits?"
"Well I have been noticing them," he said.
"Ever since I came back from the clinic I have been looking at your real sexy armpits."
He kissed her on the nose, and then let his lips merge with hers. Her arms went around him and she held him closely.
"Goodnight, Frank," she sighed, as she drifted off to sleep.
She slept soundly, but the next morning, Frank's hands were all over her.
"I absolutely forbid you to have any more sex," she said.
"But my balls tell me I should be fucking," he said, a bit puzzled.
"You tell your balls they're going to have to wait," she told him.
"I don't know whether they'll like that," he laughed.
"I frankly don't give a damn," she said flatly.
Finally he got the point. She got up and went to the bathroom. Emerging a few moments later, she saw Frank pumping his penis.
"What in heaven's name are you doing?" she demanded.
"Well I've got a hard-on," he said. "And I thought I'd pump it. Must be the wheat germ."
"It must be something," she said. "You're like a young stud."
"Well I guess I'm as hot as my son probably is," he said. "Only I hope Tommy isn't fucking as much as his father is."
He laughed as he said this. She went over to him and suggested something.
"They have machines for taking care of that," she said. "You slip some rubber attachment over it and plug it in. That would save your hand a lot of wear and tear."
"Oh how thoughtful of you, dear," he said, as he gripped her hand and put it on his penis.
"I said no," she reminded him, "and I keep my word."
"You don't have to," he told her. "You don't have to at all. Why don't you give me some action?"
"I'm sorry dear," she explained, "but you've had enough. Don't you realize that?"
"Not in the least," he told her. "I would give anything for some more fun."
The pleasure that he was enjoying now was increasing.
"Sweetheart," she smiled at him, "don't be so difficult.
"I'm not being difficult," he told her. She hastily got dressed and went into the kitchen. She was glad when she saw Tommy already up and smiling.
"Morning, Mom," Tommy grinned.
"Good morning, dear," she said. "Did you have a good sleep?"
"What do you think?" he asked her solemnly.
"Well I thought you'd sleep very well," she said. "I guess you had a date last night or something."
"Yeah," he said. "A real great date."
She didn't like his double entendre comment. She was fearful her husband might overhear some of her conversation.
"Tommy," she said, "would you go out and get the newspaper?"
Just then her husband walked in.
"Good morning, love," Frank smiled.
"Oh good morning, dear," she said. "I just sent Tommy for the paper."
"Good," he said. "How's everything? Let's have a good breakfast. I'm starved. I want bacon, sausages, and hot cakes. How does that grab you?"
"You forgot to mention scrambled eggs," she said.
"That's right," he said. "Scrambled eggs. And maybe some papaya. That's the passion fruit. I think I could use some for breakfast."
"I would be afraid to serve you that," she said.
"Alright, I promise to be a good boy." Just then Tommy walked in with the paper. "Morning, Dad," he said in a glum tone. "What's eating you, son?" he asked him. That made his wife jealous, for she knew that she Was eating the son. "Nothing," he said.
"Did your girlfriend give you a hard time last night?" his father asked smiling.
"Yeah," Tommy said. "A real rough time."
"I can tell you how to treat women," Frank said. "You've got to be mean and tough. You've got to let them know you're right. That's the way to do it."
He looked toward his wife and winked. She winked nervously back as she broke some eggs over the skillet and started scrambling them.
"Why don't you look at the paper?" she suggested. "What's happening in the funny papers these days?"
"You're not still reading them, are you son?" his father demanded.
"No," he said. "I gave those funnies up years ago."
"Well I still like to read them," Peggy said. "Oh you would," Frank replied. "You like to live in illusion land. That's why you like the fantasy of the funnies."
"Well I think we all need to escape now and then," she said. "And they give us some escape."
"Keep your eyes on those eggs," he said as he smelled something burning.
"I told you to go in the other room," she said. "Now I've burned these eggs. I've got to begin again."
Tommy left as he saw how frustrated his mother was. He was taking his father's advice about being mean. And as he laughed at her he saw what a grim look she gave him.
"It isn't funny," she said abruptly.
"It depends on how you look at it," he chuckled.
"Well," she said, "if you did all the cooking, maybe you wouldn't find making a mess of a meal so funny. I'm sick and tired of doing all the cooking for both of you."
"I guess that means you're going to have to find yourself a cook," Frank told his son.
"Yeah," he said, "I want a girl just like the girl that married dear old Dad."
She looked at him daggers now. She was hoping he wouldn't go on any further.
She turned her back quickly so her husband couldn't catch her expression. She broke the eggs and focused her attention on the skillet so she wouldn't burn any more.
She fixed a gourmet breakfast and they all ate together. After breakfast Frank suggested that they might play golf.
"Oh I haven't gone golfing in years," she said.
"Go ahead," Tommy urged her. "It might do you good to get in some golfing, Mom."
He was saying it in a certain sarcastic way that his father couldn't understand, but his mother understood it completely He was taking a great delight in her predicament. Apparently he figured that he had been pushed into a corner by her and now he was giving delight in pushing her into a corner.
"Why don't you run along yourself," she suggested to Frank,"
"and have a good game of golf. Then when you come back we can go to the movies this afternoon."
"Would you take me to see 'Deep Throat'?" Tommy demanded.
"Absolutely not," his father said. "I forbid you to even think of such a thing."
"He's too young anyway," his mother said.
"Yeah, too young to watch it in the movies," Tommy said, "but not too young to do everything they do in the movies."
Without saying another word, he walked away.
"Come back here, Tommy," his father said. "What did you mean by that last statement?"
"What do you think I meant?" he asked.
"I've got a pretty good idea," his father said. "I don't want you fucking scum."
"Well maybe it's the only thing I can find that I'm fucking," Tommy laughed.
He walked away from his father but his father refused to let him get by with such talk.
"You get some chick pregnant and ask me to take care of it and you're going to get your ass in jail. I don't have to pay for any damned thing, and if you don't pay for it and the state can prove that you're the father, you know where they can put your ass, don't you?"
"Jail, Dad," he said. "Don't worry. I go with some older dame, who knows how to take care of herself so we can't get kids."
"What do you mean?" he asked. "Are you playing around with some older woman? Is she paying you? Are you a gigolo?"
"It's none of your business, Dad," he said. "I'm a free agent. I can do anything I want to. And don't you try to hand me any of that scare crap."
"Have a little respect for your father," his mother told him nervously.
"That's what I have," Tommy chuckled. "A little respect."
His father was dumbfounded at his son talking that way. When he got to his room, he went over to her and whispered, "What's wrong with him?"
"I have no idea," she said. "I don't think you should take it seriously, though. He's of age. He's probably got a lot of problems."
"He's gone beyond puberty," his father said. "He's seventeen. I think that he's got some dame that he's having some problems with. I wish he would confide in me."
"Oh that's very personal," she said quickly covering. "I don't think we should bug him at all."
"I don't want to bug him," he said. "I just want to help him. He is my son."
"He is our son, dear," she reminded him. "I care as much for him as you do, and maybe more."
"No, I don't think you could care any more for him than I do. If I ever found out that there was some older woman taking advantage of him, I'd kill her."
When he said that, a cold dagger went through her heart.
"What do you mean?" she demanded.
"I mean what I said," Frank told her. "Anybody who would play around with my young son who was older and knew better, should be killed. I mean it."
"I know you do, dear," she said. "That's what worries me. I never thought of you as a killer, Frank. I know you are a lover, but not a killer."
"I guess we all have that instinct in us," he said, "and the killer in me is when anyone would molest him or molest you. Believe me, baby, I'd do the same thing for you. If any man ever tried to make a pass at you, I don't know what I'd do."
"I have a hunch, what you just said," she said. "And I wish you wouldn't talk that way. Unless the person is trying to take my life or your life, you shouldn't be mentioning killing."
He thought that over and then he answered softly.
"Sex is a very personal thing and an important thing. It could wreck a person's life. You know that play 'Lolita' had a lot to say. A little girl was molested and she paid an awful price. Her entire life was ruined and crippled after it. If a person has their whole future jeopardized with sex, what are you going to do?"
"I know what-you mean," she said quietly, "and it's the truth. You have to be careful. But darling, can't you understand that you have to use a little cool judgment? Some people get too hot and that is when problems develop."
"I know what you mean," he said softly.
"Well I hope you do, dear," she said.
Once Frank had gone out to play golf, she felt relieved. But not for long. There was a knock at the front door and Sidney showed.
"Oh Sidney," she told him, "you mustn't come here again."
"You've got a new lover?" he demanded.
"My husband has come home," she said.
"You didn't talk about him before," Sidney said angrily.
"Well I didn't want to upset you," she said. "He has a vile temper."
"So do I honey," Sidney said. "And I'm really burned up at you. I mean it."
"I'm so sorry Sidney," she said. "I didn't mean to cause you any problems."
"You're causing me plenty of problems," he told her hotly. "And I mean it. For one thing, I came over here this morning to fuck you. My old lady gave me a tough time last night. She wouldn't let me do a thing. She said I got her uptight and she didn't want to fuck. She said that now she's liberated, she's going to fuck when she damn well pleases."
"Oh I'm so sorry," she said. "But I don't know what I can do about it."
"You could give me a fuck," he said.
"Well no," she countered quickly. "I don't see how I could."
"Just a fast fuck," he begged.
"Well, Frank is gone for a while," she said. "But it's taking quite a chance."
"Let's go in my car," he said. "You could give me a blow job while I'm driving."
"Oh I don't like to do that," she said. "What if an officer stopped us? How would it look if my head was down there between your legs?"
"Don't worry about it," he said. "For if we worry about everything, we're never going to fuck."
"That's true," she said nervously. "Let me get a jacket."
She went to the bedroom and returned quickly. She got a jacket and walked down the sidewalk with Sidney. She glanced at both sides of her, hoping that no neighbor would see or report it. She also was worried about her son. She didn't want him to spot her walking out with Sidney. For he would know all too well what was happening. He had arranged it originally.
She got in Sidney's car, and noticed the quarters were quite cramped.
"I wish the car was bigger," she told him.
"Well my cock is big enough, and that's what counts," he said.
He hadn't driven but a couple of blocks when he was unzipping his fly.
"Can't we wait till we get to some remote place?" she demanded.
"No," he said. "I get a big charge of doing it when I'm driving down the street. I like the traffic."
"But what if some trucker drives by, high up in some rig, he could see everything."
"He'd probably pull out his cock and pull it," he chuckled.
"It's a great risk, Sidney," she said, as she reached over and began stroking his penis.
"You see how hard it is," he observed. "It really needs action."
"Alright," she agreed.
Bending over, she brought her mouth over the head of it.
"Right on," he told her. "Slip your mouth all the way down."
She slipped her mouth farther down over his penis shaft. Now he was really getting stimulated.
"Oh eat it," he told her. "That's what I want. Eat my cock."
She was giving him just what he wanted.
"Keep it up baby," he begged her. "That's beautiful. Yes baby, do it."
The sensations were flooding through her body now and she loved it, every moment of it.
"Eat the cock," he demanded. "Eat it baby, that's what I want. Eat the cock."
The pleasure was building every second.
"Keep it up, honey," he told her. "That's the way to do it. Gobble it."
As she moved back and forth on his penis shaft, she got a chance to see his balls. She was always delighted in playing with a man's balls. She liked to lick them and let them slip into her mouth.
Sliding his testicles out of his shorts, she let her mouth slip off the head of his shaft. Then, letting her tongue trail down the underside of his shaft, she began licking around his balls.
"Oh that feels tremendous," he told her. "You have no idea. Lick them."
She let her tongue slide over the testicles and then she opened her mouth and took them in one by one.
"Oh that's great," he told her, "pump my penis while you play with the balls with your mouth."
Using her hand effectively, she pulled up and down on his shaft. At the same time, she let her tongue slide over his balls. He loved the sensations that this was creating.
"Keep it up baby," he begged. "That's what I like. Oh yes honey, keep it going."
The pleasure was building in momentum now and she could hardly stand it.
"Oh baby you'd better eat my cock fast. I'm going to spurt in a minute."
She released his testicles, and quickly slipped her mouth on top of his penis once more. Sliding down over it swiftly, she began a suction buildup.
"That's what I want," he told her, "yes baby," now you're doing it. Oh yes. I love that baby. Oh, come on, baby."
The pleasure was building every moment. He could hardly stand it and she could hardly stand it either.
"Eat me," he begged her passionately. "Eat my cock. Yes, eat me honey."
The enormous pleasure that he was deriving from this moment was increasing.
"Come on baby," he begged her. "Oh yes, that's the way to do it. Come on baby, faster, honey. Faster, baby, faster."
She was going up and down now at such a tempo he could hardly believe it.
"That's the way I like it," he said. "Yes baby, yes baby, that's the way to do it. Faster, baby, faster, baby, faster."
The great pleasure that he derived was enormous.
"Oh honey," he told her. "You're too much. Yes, baby, that's the way to do it."
She continued giving him the satisfaction he sought, and then came the big explosion. She wondered if he would get in an accident at this point.
"Get it out, baby," he said. "Yes. Eat it, every drop."
She continued until she had given him complete release of his sperm. Sliding her mouth off his slippery penis, she looked up at him and smiled.
"Was that good?" she asked him.
"You bet it was, baby," he told her. "Now we're going to pull a reverse. A turn around."
He was pulling over to the curb and zipping up his fly.
"What do you mean?" she demanded.
"Simply this honey," he told her. "I'm going to eat your pussy while you're driving."
"Oh I couldn't do that," she said. "I couldn't handle the foot pedal."
"Oh you could once you get used to it," he assured her. "Now relax baby."
She could hardly make herself relax, as she finally began driving.
"Oh don't do that," she said. "Oh please don't do that."
At this point he paid no attention to what she had to say. He was determined to do it the way he wanted to.
"Now just let me get down here honey," he smiled as he went down between her legs.
It didn't take him long to pull her panties down.
"Oh I'm afraid," she said. "I'm afraid I won't stop at the stop light. I will be enjoying myself so much, sweetheart."
"Don't worry honey," he told her, "this will add to the excitement of it."
Before she knew what was happening, she was stopping at a red light. But that only called more attention to the fact that his tongue was licking along her inner thigh. His fingertips were playing with her now, as he prepared her for the big moment.
"Oh beautiful," she said, as she pressed the pedal to go when the light turned gren.
His hot tongue didn't take long to lick around there and then swiftly he stabbed in there.
"Oh wow!" she panted. "I like it. This is rather exciting."
One thing hadn't been called to her attention, that could cause problems. A big truck was pulling up alongside them at the next corner. The trucker glanced down and got an eyeful. There was the pussy being licked vigorously. He unrolled his Window and called out, "Have a good time."
She glanced up and blushed. The man laughed as she gunned the engine. The light had barely changed and she nearly crashed headlong into a car. But it didn't stop his lovemaking down between her legs. He continued lashing away, enjoying every moment of it.
"Oh eat me baby," she said as she turned on the freeway and got in the fast lane. "Eat me, yes, that's what I like. Eat my pussy."
His tongue rolled in there and licked her velvety vagina lips. She was beginning to juice as she became more and more extremely excited.
"Oh lover," she cried passionately, "this is wild. Oh, ah, yes, yes, that's what I like. Keep it up. Ah, yes, baby, yes."
The pleasure mounted so much now she could hardly stand it.
"Oh eat it," she cried, as she pushed her pelvis forward.
She was in a rather awkward position for driving, and it didn't make much difference at this point for her mind was focusing on sex.
Finally she juiced. As the hot spray gushed into his mouth, he licked wildly. He held onto her, so she couldn't move around so much. She took her foot off the gas pedal for a moment and slowed down. Realizing that she had finished, she quickly pressed the pedal once more and zoomed on in the fast lane.
She got off on the other side of town, when he pulled his mouth away from her down there.
"How did you like my pussy eating job?" he smiled at her.
"Well it is exciting, isn't it?" she laughed.
"You can bet your sweet ass it is," he said. "You know I've been thinking. If I could get my cock in your ass, I would really have a good time."
"Really," she exclaimed. "What type of woman do you think I am?"
"You really want me to tell you?"
"Please don't," she said. "I have a few moral scruples, and sticking one of those big bananas in my asshole isn't one of them. I wouldn't consider it. The pussy was made for the penis. And I guess your tongue too."
"Well I was hoping you wouldn't leave out the tongue," he said. "After that wild workout I just gave you, I should hope my tongue would rate."
"Your tongue is just great," she assured him. "You really know how to make love to a woman. I'll tell you that."
"Thank you baby," he said, patting her thigh.
She was smiling now as she parked.
"I'm going to let you drive," she said. "And you had better take me home. I don't want to get in any more trouble. Take me about two blocks from the place."
He drove her now, happily.
"When can we get together again?" he asked.
"Like never," she said. "I am serious about no more sex with you."
"You're being cruel," he said. "You got me all built up for a good time, and then you let me fall."
"I don't mean to be cruel," she assured him, "but really, enough is enough."
They looked at each other and she knew she had to have him again.
"You can't get along without me baby," he told her.
"Maybe you're right," she said. "And that's what bothers me. I think I'm much too much turned on with sex."
He looked at her and laughed.
"No doubt about it you are a fucking nympho," he said.
"A nympho?" she asked not quite sure of what he meant.
"I mean a nymphomaniac," he smiled. "A gal who just can't get enough. I mean she has to get it from everybody. From the boy who delivers groceries, she's got to sit on the kitchen table and have him eat her pussy right then and there."
"I'm not that bad," she said. "I really am not. If I were, the man who reads the gas meter I would probably run out there and accost him."
"Have you ever tried it?" he said, playing it straight faced.
"Really," she said. "If I didn't think you had a vast sense of humor, I'd never forgive you. If what you say had any touch with reality, I would be furious. I have a lot of principles."
"Yeah," he smiled, "and it's all between your legs."
He tapped her mound playfully, and once more she got nervous.
"There's something that you're doing that I can't quite put my finger on."
"Well you've got your finger on my mound now," she said. "And take it off."
"Sorry about that," he allowed a small smile. "But there's something that you're doing that you won't tell me. Whether you're doing something with dogs, whether you're having an affair with another woman, I just don't know. It isn't very nice, is it?"
"You think you've got ESP or something?" she demanded.
"No, Peggy," he said, "I don't think I've got ESP. Call it male instinct. Something tells me that you are doing something awful."
Guilt seared through her like a hot iron as she thought of sex with her son.
"Look," she said, "you are amusing. But you are trying to get me to blackmail myself. I am not going to cooperate with your blackmail scemes so you can have all the sex you want."
"You're quite a calculating dame," he said.
"And you are quite a sneaky male," she said. "That's how you get what you want out of a woman. I know your kind. You can't afford to get a divorce because it would cost you too much. And so you play it cool with all the women that that you run across. I don't blame you. I really don't. But it just won't work with me. Try someone with less intelligence."
"Cagey too," he smiled. "But that's the way I like them. We had a good run anyway."
"I'm glad you see it that way," she said, "because the run is over. And I hope you don't mind."
"Oh I don't mind," he said. "There's always more, you just have to look for it."
"And you will find it," she shrugged. "I am sure you will."
He looked at her and laughed.
"Wouldn't it be a riot if you were having sex with somebody in your own family?"
"You mean like a brother?" she asked him.
"Maybe," he said. "Who knows? But I get the feeling of incest when I look at you."
"Well you are all wet," she said.
"Maybe yes and maybe no," he said. "But I hit it lucky a lot of times. There was this little chick who was real cool and had a gorgeous body, but put together like you wouldn't believe. Breasts out to here and the nicest pussy in the world. But that little chick was making it with the girl next door. I figured there was something fishy, but I flipped when I saw this big bull dike in leather walked in and say 'Hi sweetie'. Then I knew what the score was. Isn't that fantastic?"
"Yes," she said. "It's quite fantastic. But you were trying to link me with incest or sex with my son or something, forget it."
CHAPTER SIX
When Peggy returned home, her son was waiting for her.
"Well Mom," he smiled. "Where have you been?"
"Oh, dear, I went for a ride," she said. "Yup," Tommy gulped, "and I know who with. Sidney."
"I couldn't avoid it," she said. "He demanded that I go with him."
"Oh you could if you wanted to," he smiled .smugly. "You didn't want to, and you know damned well you didn't want to."
As Tommy glared at her she became more and more nervous.
"I wish you wouldn't speak to me like that," she insisted.
"I can't help it Mom," he told her. "You know damned well what I mean. You're telling me that you've got to turn off sex with me, but you're running around with men that like to fuck."
"Did I ever thank you for that?" she smiled at him.
"Don't thank me," he said. "I bitterly regret it. You weren't worth it."
"Now honey," she said. "You mustn't get jealous."
"It's not the jealousy that upsets me," Tommy said. "It's the damned injustice."
"Injustice?" she demanded. "I don't know what you are talking about."
"You probably wouldn't," he said. "But I'll explain it to you, Mom. Remember you wanted me first. You were sex starved because Dad hadn't satisfied you. Now you are making a lot of trouble. You are cooling me off and still playing around with Sidney. I don't appreciate that fact. I have first rights."
"You are making me feel like a piece of personal property," she said. "I don't want you to make me feel like that or anyone else. You understand?"
As they talked together, it became perfectly clear to her that she had to do something.
"Well what do you expect from me exactly?" she demanded. "What do you think is fair?"
"Well I think the only fair thing," he said, "is for you to give me some action too. If you can give him the action, and Dad action, why shouldn't you give me some action?"
"You have a point there," she said. "And it was well taken. But I hope you will understand that it was only a farewell to Sidney."
"I don't believe it," he told her. "I just don't believe it."
"You know honey, if you weren't confused, I wouldn't forgive you. You have been terrible to your own mother."
"You're not much of a mother," he said.
"Now Tommy," she said, going over to him and putting her arms around him.
"You're giving me a hard-on getting so close," he told her.
"Baby," she said. "Maybe we could have another go at it. But this must be the last time."
She decided that she would have to do something different than have sex at home.
"With your father so horny and around home so much, I don't think we should risk doing it at home. Do you?" she asked him.
"What do you suggest?" Tommy demanded.
"A motel would be much safer," she said.
"I don't have any money," Tommy complained.
"Well dear, you don't need any," she said.
"Well I always have a little money for emergencies," she smiled. "So don't you worry dear."
He looked at her strangely and wondered where she got the money from. He wondered if she had gotten into hustling.
"Where did you get the money, Mom?" he demanded crudely.
Turning around, she glared at him.
"Dad gave it to me for emergencies," she snapped.
"Wouldn't he think this was a fucking emergency if he knew what you were using it for?" he chuckled.
"Well we certainly aren't going to tell him," she said. "What Dad doesn't know doesn't hurt him. Right?"
Her eyes lit up, as she explained how she planned to have sex with him next.
"As a matter-of-fact, dear, let's look as it this way. The money will contribute toward your sex education. After all, you'll need to know what positions to get in. So we'll go to one of those motels and we can turn on the TV. They have people demonstrating sexual positions. It's really marvelous."
"You always have a way of looking at things," he said, "so you come off easy, don't you?"
"Now dear, don't make a crisis situation out of this," she insisted. "Because it isn't. We can take care of it easily."
Peggy was trying her best to make her son cool down. She knew if she got him too uptight over the fact that there had to be an end, more problems would develop. She realized that she was playing a tricky game. Nevertheless, she was confident she could bring it off.
"I've never seen those fuck films they have in those motels," he admitted.
"You will enjoy them dear," she said, "and it's really a shame they don't have them at school."
"Why should they have those fuck films at school?" he demanded.
"For a very simple reason, dear," she smiled. "They would keep you informed of the ways to make it. After all, isn't sex part of education?"
"I guess it is," he said.
"Of course it is dear," she smiled. "Now just relax. I'll' get out the car and we can go."
He looked at her nervously and wondered if she had any more tricks in the back of her mind.
"You know," he smiled, "I do like you a lot."
"I love you dear," she said, as the light of love in his eyes flashed through to her soul.
It didn't take Peggy long now to get everything in order.
"Are you ready dear?" she smiled.
"Yes," he said. "I'm ready."
Together they left. She gave a nervous glance at the neighbors at both sides of her house. She couldn't help wonder if they might wonder what she was doing with all of these trips she was taking.
Instantly he picked up on this.
"What are you looking in both directions for, Mom?" he asked. "Do you think Dad is having someone tail you ?"
"You never can tell," she said. "But actually dear I'm checking out the neighbors. Those neighbors are snoopy as all get-out."
"I know it," he said.
Once they were in the car and driving down the freeway, she was relaxed, and eager for some action.
"Where do you think we're going to stop?" he asked her.
"Well I don't know," she said. "There are two or three places we can go. How about that big motel over on Sixty-fourth Street?"
"Yes," he said. "That sounds like fun."
The huge revolving neon sign announcing "Adult Movies," was a perfect way of attracting the attention of a lot of people who were interested in this type of thing.
"Well, well," he smiled at her, "you know all the places to go, don't you?"
"Mom knows best," she smiled, as she turned off the freeway.
She looked at him nervously and said, "Of course dear I must go in alone. This is a rather personal, touchy thing. If I walked in with you they would think I was seducing some young lover."
"They might even guess that you were my Mom," he laughed.
"Oh they would never think of anything that revolting," she said.
She left him at the corner and went in and arranged to get a large room with a king sized bed and adult movies.
"Twenty-five dollars is a lot of money," she told the man at the front desk.
"But we're giving you a lot of good entertainment," he said. "After all, where could you have more fun?"
"Alright," she said, "I can see you're not going to come down on your price."
"No we're not," he assured her.
She paid the twenty-five dollars and then she picked up her key.
"Thank you," she told him.
"Hurry back," he winked.
"Well that depends on how good the films are," she said.
"As well as how good your companion is," the man reminded her.
She winked as she walked out.
She had deliberately picked a room quite a distance from the front desk. The last thing on earth she wanted was for him to watch her going in. She was feeling the stress and strain now as she went with him into the room.
"They didn't suspect anything, did they?" Tommy asked her.
"Of course they didn't dear, relax," she said.
"I'm trying to relax," he said.
"Well it doesn't look like you are very much to me," she admitted.
Once they were in the room, he did relax. He began pulling off his clothes quickly and she became stimulated when she saw his crotch bulging with his enormous penis. m
"Oh honey, you're ready for it, aren't you?" she smiled.
"You bet your sweet ass I am, Mom," he told her. "Now put those fuck films on fast. I want to get this thing juicing. I'm good for four or five rounds."
"Now stop that, Tommy. You're trying to beat your father. It's so disgusting."
"I'm trying to prove a point," he said. "And I haven't had to take a lot of Vitamin E."
"You're really something," she said.
She decided that she would enjoy herself and release the tension that she felt. She felt it would be fun to let him slip the panties off as well as her bra. He came over to her and tugged at the elastic waistband of her pink panties.
"Oh Mom," he told her, "I can hardly control myself. When I see you like this I get so turned on it drives me out of my mind."
"Now, now, honey," she said. "You will just have to wait until you have me naked."
He tore her panties as he got them off her.
"Now baby," she said, "don't be rough."
"I can't help it Mom," he told her, "I'm too excited."
"Well I can see that," she told him.
Just as he finished pulling off her brassiere, she knew that she had to get the fuck films going on the television. She knew that if she didn't that it would be a waste of money for Tommy was so charged up that he would be shooting his gun off without learning any of the lessons he might learn from the television screen.
"Don't run away from me Mom," he said, as she darted across the room to the television set;
"Well I have to, honey," she explained, "that is, if we're ever going to get those fuck films going."
At last the films were on. As he looked at them he was amazed at the fun they seemed to be. There was a girl on a round table. The man put the girl's legs over his shoulders as he adjusted his cock to fit into her mound. The camera closed in to show the insertion of the penis into the vagina.
"Isn't that juicy," young Tommy panted, as he licked his lips watching.
"It does look like fun, doesn't it honey?" she smiled. "Now observe the way he does it. You can learn so much, baby, if you watch."
Together they watched the action.
"Look at that tiger go," he said, applauding him.
"Not too loud," she said. "Probably everybody in every room in this fucking motel is having sex. And if everyone is excited by the films, it would be like a theater instead of a fuck house."
"Alright," he said trying to control himself.
At this point she was eager for action and she wanted to get her money's worth out of the films. She thought he might figure out a new way to have sex with her.
"Say I like that," he observed.
The man was standing on the bed and the woman was throwing her body up to him. She was actually leaning her elbows on the pillow as she threw her ass into gear.
"That looks like a disaster," he chuckled. "This is really something."
"Look at that position," she said, as the camera zoomed in on another couple on the other side of the bed making it.
The man was kneeling with one foot on the mattress and the other on the floor. The woman was throwing her legs over his shoulders as he guided himself into her.
"It looks like they are having a wonderful time, don't they?" she smiled.
"They sure do, Mom," he said. "Would you pull on my penis?"
She looked at him and nodded.
"Of course dear," she said, as she gripped his penis in one hand, and massaged his balls with the other.
"Oh that feels good," he told her. "Yes, that feels real good."
The pleasure was increasing at this point.
"Keep it up," he panted, "that's what I want. Pump it."
The television screen was flashing more shots of the lovers at it. The shot now was of a man and woman standing. The woman was throwing her legs around the man's legs and the two of them did a fast standing up fuck.
"Oh that looks like fun," he said. "Would you like to jump up on me and let me slide it to you, Mom?"
"Well later," she said. "Keep watching. You might get some new ideas."
The next shot was a close-up of a woman licking the man's buttocks.
"What is she doing?" he demanded.
"Well I have no idea. I think she's eating his ass."
"Oh," he said.
The next shot was interesting. The man was lying on his back and the woman had her legs flung about him. She was slipping her pussy down over his penis as she leaned forward. The man's legs were upraised and he felt her breasts.
"Oh that's beautiful," Tommy exclaimed. "See how much fun he has running his hands over her pretty ass."
It was obvious to her that as the different positions were flashed across the television screen, that her young son was becoming more demanding.
"There are so many ways to do it," he commented, "I don't know know whether we could ever do them all."
"We can sure try, can't we?" she smiled.
Now he was eager to do a couple of the things that he had seen performed before his eyes.
"Mom," he suggested, "why don't you throw your legs over my shoulders and let me stab it into your pussy?"
"Certainly, dear," she said.
Peggy lay on her back. Then her son got on the bed.-.
"You know," she said, "I'd like to blow you first, honey."
"Alright, Mom," he told her.
He leaned forward, and as his buttocks brushed over her bosoms, she became more and more stimulated.
"Oh son," she exclaimed excitedly, "this is going to be beautiful. I love the feel of your buttocks on my bosoms."
He was pointing his penis at his mother's mouth now and she loved the sight of it. She grabbed it with one hand and played with his balls with the other.
"Lick it," he told her, "lick it."
She let the tongue slip over the head of it. This excited him no end.
"Oh, that's it," he told her. "Come on, lick it."
The pleasure was mounting every moment now.
"Oh wow!" he panted. "That's beautiful. Yes, lick the cock."
She opened her mouth and he slid in.
"Oh," he panted, "yes, that feels real good."
The pleasure was mounting every moment and she was enjoying it immensely.
"Come on, baby," he told her, "that's what I like. Oh yes, now we're doing it."
It wasn't going to be much longer now for the pleasure to continue at this pace.
"Keep it up, baby," he told her. "Yes, that's the way I like it. Faster. Oh yes."
Her lips held it tightly now and she reached cut to massage his big swelling balls while she clasped the head of his shaft tightly in her mouth.
"Eat me," he begged, "eat me, Mom."
He was thrusting it to her now. He loved the sight of her cheeks sucking in as he stabbed it.
"Oh baby," he panted, "keep it up. That's the way I like it. Faster, baby, faster."
The sensations that surged through her body at this point increased.
"Eat that cock baby," he told her. "Yes, that's the way I like it. Faster. Now you're doing it. Oh, you're getting the hang of it."
The pleasure mounted every moment.
"Eat it," he cried. "Eat it."
Suddenly the white volcano of sperm flooded her mouth.
As he watched it shooting into her mouth, he told her excitedly, "Eat my sperm."
She gave him the hundred percent gulp, and devoured him.
Slowly slipping her mouth off his penis shaft, she looked up at him.
"You're still hard honey," she smiled proudly.
"Well sure, Mom," he told her. "Did you think I was going to go down on one?"
"No dear," she said, "I guess it's three times and out."
"Maybe more today," he said. "These fuck films we were watching got us so stimulated I can hardly stand it."
As he glanced at the screen, he saw a man stretched out with a woman pumping up and down on his penis. He could only see the back of her head with the man's balls jiggling and the lubricated penis slipping in and out. The man's hands were on the woman's buttocks, and neither of their faces was shown. Just the girl's long hair down her back, as she pumped her buttocks up and down.
"Those are beautiful movies," he said. "Just think if they had pictures like that in every bedroom in America how nice it would be."
Peggy nodded.
"Now what do you want to do, dear?"
"I want you to throw your legs over my shoulders, Mom," he told her.
She lay back and threw her legs up over her son's shoulders. He gripped her asscheeks with her hands and stabbed his cock into her.
"Now we're going to do it," he said. "That's the way. Yes."
Her vagina muscles gripped his penis.
"Fuck it," he told her. "That's what I want. Fuck it."
The excitement was mounting every moment now, as they continued.
"Oh yes," he panted, "that's what I want. Do me, honey, do me."
It wasn't going to be much longer now, the way that they were going at it.
"Oh yes," he panted, "that's what I want. Fuck, Mom, fuck."
She was pushing her pelvis back and grasping his cock with her vagina muscles. He loved this action. Reaching out, he began massaging her well formed breasts.
"Pinch my nipples like Dad does," she smiled.
"Don't bring Dad into the picture," he said. "I'm enjoying you myself. I never think of sharing you with him. Not after all of those bad years he's given you."
She apologized for mentioning him, but insisted that he pinch her nipples.
"I don't know why you want me to pinch your nipples," he told her.
"Why I just enjoy that so much," she explained.
"Alright," he agreed.
The pleasure was mounting every moment now as he continued playing with her.
"Oh wow!" he panted. "That's fantastic."
The two of them were going to town and the films they were watching added fuel to their fire.
"Oh look at that tiger eat her," he exclaimed.
"Yes, he is having fun, isn't he?" she smiled, as she saw how he was sliding a finger into her anus and letting his tongue slip into her vagina.
"We'd better try that too, Mom," he observed. "Sure that looks like a lot of fun."
"I'm sure it is, dear," she said.
As they continued fucking, he had another idea. In the next shot that followed, the man was slipping it to the woman when her legs came down from his shoulders and he gripped her ankles.
"Can you wad yourself up like that, Mom?" he said nodding toward the film.
"Why I think I could dear. Let's try," she said.
Peggy was thankful she was trim. She throught she could get into this athletic position and please her young son and lover.
She pulled her legs back, and he gripped her feet. He was able to get a better vantage point for his cock stabbing action.
"I made it," she explained proudly. "You see dear, old Mom knows how to do it."
As his penis stabbed into her, she loved it more every moment.
"Oh that feels fantastic," she panted. "Yes, dear, let's keep it going."
The pleasure was building every second.
"Oh yes," he panted excitedly, "that's the way I like it. Keep it going."
Harder and hotter and faster he continued.
"Fuck it," he told her. "That's what I want. Fuck it, baby."
The pleasure that they were enjoying at this moment increased.
"Yes," he sighed enthusiastically, "that's the way I like it. Come on baby, do me."
The two of them were really going to town at this point.
"Oh sweetheart," he smiled, "this is going to be juicy."
As he continued pumping into her, she realized that soon she would be gushing. She loved the excitement of what he was doing to her.
"Oh baby," she panted, "you really know how to fuck me. Keep it going, baby." The activity continued.
"Oh wow!" he panted. "That's the way I like it. Fuck, baby, fuck."
Faster and faster the rock hard cock stabbed into her. She could hardly believe that he could do it this fast. Suddenly, as the speedy piston movements increased in intensity he realized he would soon be there.
"Oh do it," he exclaimed, "do it."
The sensations that he enjoyed at this moment were almost more than he could stand.
"Oh yes baby," he sighed, "that's what I want. Fuck. Fuck, baby, fuck."
The pleasure that he was enjoying at this moment, increased.
"Fuck," he exclaimed, "fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck."
Moment by moment the excitement grew greater. He knew he was almost there. Their bodies were sweating and slapping against each other as the pleasure persisted.
"Oh, I'm juicing," he exclaimed. "I made it. Oh Mom, I got my gun off."
As the steady stream of white cum surged inside her, she gripped his cock with her pussy muscles and squeezed some more juice out.
"Oh that feels fantastic," he said. "Yes, that's what I like."
When he finally pulled his slippery penis out of her, she looked at him proudly.
"Nobody has ever fucked me like that, Tommy," she said proudly.
"Is that the truth, Mom?" he demanded.
"Yes dear," she smiled. "Nobody has ever given me anything that marvelous."
This was more pleasure than he had ever had and he could hardly stand it as it was so exciting.
"There are so many things that people can do dear," she said. "Some women enjoy pain. But some enjoy pleasure, and some enjoy a combination."
It was almost as if the people on the television screen had listened to her speaking. For the next scene depicted a man taking off his leather, belt and suddenly lashing it across a woman's bare buttocks. As he looked at it, he felt himself getting another erection. She glanced in his direction and observed this.
"Did it turn you on ?" she said, in a low throaty voice.
"Yes, something about it does," he said. "Well honey if you want to try that with me any time, you're welcome to."
"Alright," he agreed.
He went over to his pants and pulled out his white belt. Then he came over to her and said, "Roll over on your ass, Mom."
She rolled over on her stomach so her bare buttocks were exposed.
"Oh, nice and symmetrical," he said. "Good ass to lash."
He raised his hand and brought the belt down over her buttocks with a stinging howl.
"Wow!" he panted. "Is that ever fun."
He felt his penis stiffening some more.
"You really enjoyed that, didn't you?" she smiled.
"Yes," he admitted. "It is a lot of fun."
The pleasure mounted every moment now as he kept lashing away.
"Oh," she exclaimed, "this is fun."
It wasn't going to take much longer now and he knew it. The pleasure was almost more than he could stand.
"Oh Mom, let me fuck your ass," he begged.
"Oh I can't let you do that dear," she explained. "I really can't."
He flung the belt aside and got down there. He began kissing her buttocks. She loved the sensations that his kissing lips created.
"You're so passionate, honey," she smiled at him. "You excite me. You don't know how much."
Gently, she rolled over. She massaged her mound for him and then he began licking.
"You want to eat Mom?" she grinned.
"Oh yes, yes," he exclaimed.
Burying his face in her mound, he let his hot tongue slip out and work along her slit. Bringing his tongue back and forth got her more and more excited.
"Oh that feels so good," she panted. "Yes, I love that."
The pleasure was building now to the breaking point.
"Oh eat me," she panted. "Yes, eat me."
It wasn't going to be much longer now and he could hardly wait.
"Keep it up," she begged. "That's what I want. Eat me."
The hot tongue stabbed in there, and the pleasure became more and more intense.
"Oh yes," he told her, "that's beautiful."
As he continued letting his tongue slip in there, she became so extremely excited that she knew that she was going to juice.
"Oh I can't stand this," she exclaimed. "I'm going to juice."
Pulling his tongue out of her a moment, he told her, "I am too."
He angled his body around so she could lick his penis shaft while he ate her. She loved the idea of doing a fast sixty-nine with her son.
Gripping his penis, she massaged his balls.
"Oh Mom, it's beautiful," he exclaimed as he began licking her mound.
The double pleasure that they were enjoying now was great.
"Oh yes," he panted, "lick the cock."
She was licking down the length of it. His cock quivered, his spine shivered with excitement as the thrills flew up to his balls. Waves of erotic delight and pleasure swept over his mother's body too. She was trembling, on the brink of orgasm.
The hot tongue pumped into her, and he went to town now.
"Oh yes," he told her, "that's beautiful. Keep it up. Oh yes, that's the way I like it."
The enormous pleasure that they were enjoying at this point increased.
"Oh yes," he panted, "lick. Let it all slip in there."
As the two of them continued their sixty-nine action, they were moving closer to a scorching climax. Tommy didn't stop his pace for a moment. He pumped away vigorously. He rolled over from a side position till he was on top of her, forcing his cock into her face. His balls bounced on her chin as she clutched at his asscheeks. She hung onto the tip of his cock with her mouth.
"Oh, eat it," he cried, as he took his tongue out for a moment.
Then slipping his tongue back into her he continued pumping it into her vagina. He licked the velvety walls of her mound, and he could taste her starting to juice. The two of them now were going at it hot and heavy. Their slippery, sweaty bodies were pressing hard against each other as they fucked to reach another climax.
The first climaxes came easily, but these were taking longer. Yet, the pleasure that they were deriving from this extended sexual activity was increasing. For the more they struggled to get a climax, the more pleasure they were deriving from it.
Finally he shot his gun off in her mouth. As she gobbled his sperm juice, she juiced herself. This gave Tommy the treat he wanted. He licked on her clit as he finished licking her gushing spray.
Withdrawing his tongue from her, he lay back and watched her finish. Then he rolled over. She slid her mouth off him and patted his ass playfully.
"You're some lover, son," she smiled at him. "You certainly are."
"Am I better than Sidney?" he demanded eagerly.
"Oh much better than him," she admitted. "Am I better than Dad?" he demanded. "But of course," she said. "Then why are you deserting me for him?" he said.
"Because he is my husband," she explained.
"Now what does that mean?" he said. "It's just a piece of paper. That's all it is. We dig each other. We have lovers' rights."
Until that very moment Peggy didn't realize how seriously her son had taken the activities that they had had together.
"Dear," she exclaimed, "I don't know what to do. It seems us if you are being just impossible."
"No I'm not impossible," he said.
"Yes you are," she said. "You have no right to expect so much sex."
"I have every right to expect it," he insisted.
It was becoming obvious to her that she would have to do something to make him understand that she would not be pushed into this position.
"I don't think we should have another thi.;g to do with one another," she said.
When she said that, that got him all the more eager to prove he rould give her some more sex. He began licking all over her body.
"Oh Tommy," she said, "what on earth are you trying to prove?"
"That I'm the best lover you ever had, Mom," he said.
As she looked into his eyes, she realized that he had indeed flipped out. Her mind was tormented now as she realized what she had done to her son. Not only had she molested his body, but she had confused his mind. The chaos that she saw in his eyes tormented her.
"Stop it honey," she begged.
Tommy wasn't listening. As he continued licking away, she tried to think of something she could do to stop him. Just then she heard strange sounds.
"I think somebody is trying to get in here," she told Tommy.
Tommy paid no attention as his tongue raced its way down her inner thigh.
"Tommy, you'd better stop," she said. "Some body is coming in here by mistake. Maybe it's a maid. Or maybe someone who got the wrong key."
All at once the door burst open.
"Well, well," her husband exclaimed. "Just what I thought. You were making out with our son."
Tommy paid no attention. He was lost in her mound.
"Oh," she exclaimed. "How did you get in here?"
"'very easy," he said. "I've been having you tailed. I knew you were playing around with somebody. But I didn't suspect it was our own son."
As Tommy went on licking away, his father suddenly realized something was very wrong.
"Tommy," he screamed at him, "stop it."
When Tommy didn't, he went over to him and pulled him off..
"You shouldn't have done that," she said quietly.
"Why not?" he demand. "He didn't have any right."
"Oh yes I do," he insisted. It was perfectly obvious to him what a predicament he was in.
"Oh I'm sorry," she said sadly. "I really am."
"You should be," he said.
Tommy was stunned. His father gave him a sock in the jaw to calm him down.
As Tommy sprawled on the floor, his father looked at his naked body in disgust.
"I ought to beat you up within an inch of your life," he told her angrily.
"Go ahead and do anything you want to," she said.
"No," he said, "I wouldn't give you that out. You would say in court I beat you up. When I divorce you for what you have done to me, I want you to get the full impact of the law."
"You bastard," she said, "you never did take care of me. It's all your fault."
"Yeah, I suppose it is my fault that you have debauched our own son. You've wrecked his life because you've got to get him to a headshrinker or something."
"I'm not crazy," Tommy said, looking off strangely.
"Of course you're not dear," Peggy said, as she slipped into her torn panties.
"It's quite obvious to me," Frank said, "what's been going on here. You see I had a private investigator checking you. I know that you were going out with some cat named Sidney. Well, it's all over and it's just too bad that you never gave me good sex when I first wanted to have sex with you."
"Oh so I am the root of all your troubles," Peggy smiled smugly.
"Yes you are," he told her. "At least that's what they told me at the sex clinic, and I believe them."
"You can believe anything you want to," she said.
"Yes, I'm going to get that son of mine away from you. I'm going to straighten him out if it's the last thing I do."
"You can go to hell," she said as she finished dressing.
"You're going to go to jail if I can fix it," he said, "because that's where you belong. You should be locked up. You shouldn't be walking around free."
As she hurried out of the motel, tears rolled down her cheeks. Tommy looked after her.
"Mom," he said, "let me go with you."
His father restrained him.
"Not this time, son," he said. "I won't give you away this time. Your mother always did give you too much, but this was going too far."
