When a woman notices sexual neglect, she often becomes suspicious there is a reason. In the story concerning- one mother's lustful urge, we witness a woman who is sexually snubbed by her husband.
This results in some research, which eventually discloses her husband's philandering accounts for her experiencing neglect, and consequently sexual despair, and frustration.
A trial separation seems like the only answer, but then the trouble begins. For, she is left alone with her teen-age son, whose penchant for nudity bothers her.
Her son insists she is a "prude" if she won't display herself in the "nude". Finally, she gives in to his repeated requests that she parade around in the buff, and does. But, it only brings her more frustration, for he gets an erection.
Eventually, he brushes his erect penis against her, in an effort to arouse her. To his delight, he succeeds. His untamed sexual lusts, become her own carnal cravings, and soon the two of them are involved in various sexual'acts.
It becomes distressing to him to discover he is trapped in such a situation, and he strives to strike out for some affairs with young girls his age. His mother becomes furiously jealous, and tries to put an end to these "side" affairs.
She allows lust to bury her conscience, and studies up on sex, in an effort to provide her young son with all kinds of sexual entertainment, he can't obtain elsewhere. This causes him no end of problems-for her lustful performances do surpass, in excitement, what the young high-school girls can offer.
Finally, their "affair" meets with a tragic end. For, his mother has forgotten how outraged her husband is over losing his son to her in the separation action. This is an element she hasn't counted on, and brings her to a tragic end.
The Publisher
Chapter 1
One afternoon when Liz Jackson came home she saw her athletic young son, Brad, swimming in the pool. She decided that he was being indecent because he wasn't wearing any swim suit at all. As Brad pulled out of the pool and looked at her, he turned away embarrassed.
"Well I should hope you would be embarrassed," she said in a clipped voice. "Put some clothes on."
Defying his mother, Brad turned on her. "Everybody's streaking nowadays," he said, "so what's wrong with Me taking a skinny dip in the pool?"
"Plenty," Liz said. "What would the world come to if everybody ran around in the buff 7"
"There's nothing wrong with wanting to be in the nude," her young son reminded her. Flexing his muscles he displayed himself proudly. As Liz Jackson glanced down between his legs she could see Brad was growing up to be a big boy in more ways than one.
"Does it surprise you that I've got such a big cock, mom?" he asked her crudely.
"How dare you talk that way to me?" Liz said as she walked over to him.
"Mom," he smiled, "what's 'wrong with you taking your clothes off and joining me in a skinny dip."
"Plenty," she exclaimed.
Liz turned around and went back into the house. However, as she glanced through the bedroom window she couldn't help but admire the sleek trim body of her young son, Brad. It had been so long since she had had any sex. Jerry Jackson, her husband, and she had separated. She couldn't stand it when she caught him playing around with his secretary, Joyce, in a motel room. Ever since then Jerry had been trying to get back in her favor. However, Liz had the goods on him. And she wasn't going to let him crawl back and do a rerun of what he had been doing for years.
Suddenly, the thought went through her mind that perhaps Brad was right. Maybe she was a prude not. to want to go out in the nude. Deciding that she would enjoy a refreshing dip, she began undressing. When she took off her dress she observed her well-shaped bosoms and her trim waist and her beautiful legs. She was a rather appealing sex package. When Brad was a little boy she thought nothing of going around naked in the bedroom before him. However, when he was eight years old she decided that was too late for her to continue this practice. She saw to it that she kept her clothes on so she wouldn't give him any wrong ideas. Nevertheless, at this moment she figured it might not hurt to take a dip with him. He had missed his father and she recalled how Jerry used to enjoy a nude dip in the pool with his son. She had always stayed away, feeling that they were men and it would be wrong for her to enter the scene. Today she figured maybe she was being a prude and she decided to strip further.
Taking off her panties and her bra she stood there naked, glancing in the full-length mirror.
What a shame, she thought to herself, that her beautiful body wasn't being loved.
Turning around she walked out through the patio. The moment Brad caught sight of her he swam to the far side of the pool and got out.
"Swell, mom," he said, "are you gonna streak across the patio?"
"Why not, Brad?" she laughed, as she charged stark naked from one end of the patio to the other, got up on the diving board and plunged into the pool. As Liz swam, her young, seventeen-year-old son feasted his eyes on his mother's body. She was luscious and beautiful. It did seem a shame that she had to be his mother as he could think of so many things that he would like to do her. When Liz pulled out, she lay on a chaise longue and soaked up the sunshine.
"The patio is drenched with sunshine today," she said. "I'm so glad I did come out."
Her son pulled up a chaise longue beside her and lay there looking at her. Liz glanced at him and he smiled. "Mind if I look at you, mom?" he asked quietly.
"Course not," she replied.
"It seems natural to be naked," her young son, Brad, observed.
She didn't answer him as she felt strange emotions circling through her body. It tormented her as she felt her mound moistening as his hot eyes fell on her fur-trimmed triangle.
"Why do you look at me like that?" she asked him.
"I can't help it," he told her.
She realized that his instincts were taking over. She was delighted that he was this excited.
"Mom," he suggested, "why don't you feel me?"
It disturbed Liz to think that her son would make such a request. What was even more alarming was when he reached for her hand and placed it over his hard penis. She pulled away, but he held her tightly.
"What are you trying to do?" she laughed.
"I've got a hard-on," he said. "Doesn't that mean anything to you?"
"Not when my own son has the hard-on," Liz reminded him.
"Doesn't make any difference to me, mom," he told her bluntly.
"Do you expect me to stimulate you sexually, son?"
"Why not, mom?" Brad said, his eyes intense, his hand still pressing her hand down on his rock-hard cock.
It did feel wonderful to touch his penis. It had been so long since she had touched a man's male member. She thrilled to the hardness of it.
"Sweetheart," she shrugged, "I can't do it."
Brad paid no attention to what his mother told him. Instead he gripped her hand tightly and began pumping up and down on his stiff penis.
"Pump it," he panted, "yes. Pump the cock. That's what I want. Jack it off."
She pumped with all of her might. And he enjoyed it enormously. Releasing his hand from her hand, he discovered she was more than willing to give him a jerk job without his assistance.
She looked at his cock and thrilled when she saw a drop of crystal cum forming at the small slit at the head of it. His eyes followed her glance.
"Taste me," he said huskily.
Bending over she let her tongue sweep over the head of his hard shaft.
"Suck it," he begged anxiously.
Letting her mouth slip over his cock, she quickly gripped it with her lips. He thrusted forward with even rhythmic strokes as she sucked.
"Eat me," he insisted, "get the juice. That's the way to do it. Suck it. Suck the juice out of it."
Feeling his shaft touching the back of her throat, she felt as if she were choking.
"Breathe through your nose," he told her.
Breathing that way she found that she could continue letting him stab his cock deep down her throat.
"Won't be long now, mom," he warned her. "I'm ready to shoot."
He was telling the truth for a second later he exploded in her mouth. As the hot jet stream of cum gushed down her throat, she got a taste of him.
"Eat it," he begged, "suck it all out. Get it all!"
Liz Jackson finished sucking her son's cock off. Slowly she slid off him and then she came to.
"Forgive me," she said. "I shouldn't have done that."
"What do you mean, mom?" he demanded.
"You know," she said quietly. "Having sex with her own son can get a mother in a lot of trouble."
Reaching down he felt of his mother's vagina.
"You shouldn't do that, son," Liz said.
He paid no attention to what she was saying, as he could tell from the way she was juicing she was enjoying it.
"Brad, baby," she said, "I've got to stop you."
"You want it as bad as I do," he told her.
She parted her legs and he got a wide angle view of her vagina. The sight of her buttocks combined with her fur-trimmed triangle had him stimulated. Dipping his finger into her vagina he obtained some pussy juice that he promptly applied to her anal opening. Sliding his finger up her asshole he let his tongue trace along inside her vagina. Liz realized he was hot for her as her husband had never been. It was taking advantage of his youth and his lusty desire for sex. It made her feel suddenly guilty. Nevertheless, this was what she wanted now.
Words that she never thought could tumble out of her mouth were issuing forth now as sexual commands. Brad was anxious to pay heed to what his mother told him to do. He drove his slippery tongue into her vagina. Her body wiggled as she felt sensations surging through her that she had never known before.
"Eat me," she panted, "eat me, Brad. Yes, love me. That's it. Stab your tongue way up there. Lick quick, baby. Oh, honey, I'm going to cum."
The hot pussy juices gushed from her vagina. Eagerly he licked away.
"Brad, baby," she panted, "keep licking. Yes. That's the way your mamma likes it. Oh, Brad, love me!"
Brad was happy to please his mother. His hot tongue swept gingerly along her velvety vagina, devouring her last pussy juice.
When he pulled out of her, he looked up at her for approval. She smiled down at him and nodded.
"Yes," she said, "yes, baby. I hate to admit it but we do ignite each other."
It didn't take long for Brad to wrap his arms around his mother and hold her close to him.
"You're beautiful, mom," he said. "I only wish your dad thought so," she sighed sadly.
"Forget him," he said. "I'm here now. We don't need the old man back."
She got to her feet and went into the kitchen.
"I'm going to fix you the biggest dinner you ever had," she told him, with a happy smile.
"I'm ravenous," he admitted.
"That's good, baby," she smiled, as she began preparing the meal for him.
After dinner, she got to thinking. If they continued in this vein there would be trouble eventually. She had to tell him that it was over.
"Brad," she finally blurted,, "about what happened today, it must never happen again."
He got so upset at what she said, he ran over to her and glared.
"What do you mean it's all over?"
She looked at him and was so startled at his intensity, she gauged her words carefully.
"I mean this," she explained. "If anyone knew what you had done to me they would call you names. I can*t let anyone do that to you."
"What do I care if they call me mother-fucker, as long as I'm getting my rocks off," he quipped angrily. "It's different with you. You were a young chick when dad balled you. That's why you still look so great."
"Thanks for all of the compliments, son," she said. "Now you're angry that I'm telling you no more. But someday you will thank me."
"Will I?" he said angrily.
"Yes, you will, baby," she smiled.
Brad turned away and went to his room. It bothered her that he took it so hard. But what else could she do?
A short time later, she decided she would go to bed. She was feeling miserable and she thought a drink might help her get to sleep. After fixing a double shot of bourbon, she went to bed alone.
Her sleep was troubled. For all the time she was thinking of what she had done that day. She wished she could take her actions back, but she couldn't. Painful as it was, she knew that she must face what she had done. Finally, she was drifting off to sleep when she heard something a short time later that disturbed her. She got up and went to the window. It was only a cat in the darkness pulling the top off the garbage pail. She went back to bed and chided herself for getting so uptight about a hunger-crazed cat.
Chapter 2
A short time later she was awakened by footsteps. She recognized it was Brad. She went upstairs to his room. He was lying in bed with the sheet pulled back. And as the moonlight filtered through the curtains she could see what he was doing. He had one hand cupping his balls and the other hand was grasping his pulsating penis.
"Don't do that, son," she said edgily. Going over to him, she sat on the edge of the bed. Brad could easily see the outline of her bosoms through her sheer negligee.
"You look mighty sexy, Mom," he told her.
"Do I really?" she asked.
"You bet your ass you do," he told her.
"Son," she said, "you've had enough sex for one night. Go to sleep!"
"No, I haven't mom," he explained. "I've got to get my gun off again."
"You're quite a pistol, aren't you, baby?" she nodded.
"You know it," he said.
Suddenly, his hands were inside of her filmy negligee, feeling of her soft bosoms.
"Stop it, baby," she teased him.
"No, mom," he begged.
She couldn't say no to him for she was enjoying his hand action too much. As his hands moved from her breasts down to her vagina she felt her body nervously trembling.
"Why are you shaking?" he asked.
"I can't help it," she admitted.
"Do I turn you on that much?" he demanded.
"Yes," she exclaimed, "yes, you do!"
It was painful for her to do what she had to do now.
"Son," she said, "we can't go en living together if this is going to continue."
"Please, mom," he begged. "Just let me look at you. Take off everything. Give me one more look."
Getting to her feet, she granted him his request. She let the filmy nylon negligee slip off her shoulders and fall to the floor in a pink nylon heap. He looked at her and let out a low wolf whistle. She couldn't help smiling.
"That's what your father used to do," she reminesced.
"Forget him," he said. "It's just you and me now."
As she looked at his huge cock, it seemed the most natural thing to do to reach over and stroke it.
"I want more than that," he said.
"What do you want, baby?" she asked huskily.
"Get on top and ride me," he begged.
The idea of straddling her son and pulling on his penis and guiding it to her vagina appealed to her.
"All right, just once," she agreed.
As she raised one leg and lowered it on the other side of his thighs, she reached for his cock and guided it up to her pussy.
"Fuck me," she told him, "fuck me good."
The rock-hard cock stabbed into her. She was getting more and more excited every second.
"Give it to me, baby," she begged eagerly, thrilling to the sensation.
He stabbed back and forth, getting her more excited every moment.
"That's what I want," he panted, "yes, give me a good fucking."
Faster and harder he drove into her, as his hands reached up to grip her bosoms. She loved the feel of his hot hands on her nipples. It was amazing how he knew what to do to excite and stimulate her. She loved to watch his eyes as he looked up at her. His lower lip quivered as he fucked hard.
"Give it to me, mom," he panted. "Grab it with your pussy muscles. Thaf s how I like it. Yes. Keep that up."
Gripping his sliding tool with her vagina muscles, she gave his cock a wild workout.
"Fuck it!" he panted. "Yes, fuck. Just like that. Now you're doing it. All the way. Keep it up. Fuck it. Fuck. Fuck!"
The pleasure that penetrated her body as he contiued stabbing into her was almost more than she could stand. She loved it. She was gripping it and twisting this way and that. Now he wanted to enjoy her behind. Grasping her ass cheeks he squeezed them.
"I'm almost there," he panted, "like that! Yes. Now. Keep it up. One more time!"
The hot cock exploded in her vagina. "Milk it," he panted, "get the juice, mom. Milk my prick."
Her grasping vagina muscles squeezing his cock as it exploded, milked him all right. At the same time, Liz Jackson figured he would derive more entertainment if she poked a finger up his asshole. Letting her finger slide smoothly up his tight anal opening, she massaged his prostate.
"Keep that up," he begged frantically, "I love it. There's more juice, mom. I'll shoot some more."
Looking at her young son with pride and joy, she exclaimed, "You're a real pistol, honey. Your dad could never perform like this."
"Don't bring dad into the picture," he smiled. "You've got my dick here now."
His father provided competition for his love-making. He didn't want to think of him as it added a sense of guilt and frustration to his animal sex act. His penis stiffened once more and he pumped into her as her finger continued massaging his prostate gland.
"Yes, yes," he exclaimed, "like that. Just like I like it. Keep it up. Now you're doing it. That's the way. All the way." His balls slapped against her pussy as he continued stabbing his cock into her.
"Fuck it, mom," he begged, "fuck!"
Liz became so excited she threw her legs up in the air.
"Lock your legs around mine," he panted.
Liz locked her legs around her lover's. And he went on pumping. Pulling her finger from his behind, she squeezed his ass cheeks.
"Love that, mom," he told her. "Keep it up. More. That's it. Oh, yes. Feel all around my ass."
The exciting pleasure that he was deriving thrilled him so much he bent over and kissed her. She loved the feel of his lips on hers. He pressed so hard Liz thought it would break her teeth.
"You're the most beautiful fuck in the world," he exclaimed, as he went on thrusting vigorously.
It was almost more than he could do to contain himself now.
"Fuck it," he begged, "fuck. Keep fucking. Yes. Just like that. I can't stand it."
Hot sperm spurted into her pussy as she joined him in climax.
"I made it, baby," she panted, "right on target. We were meant for each other."
He went on thrusting until he had completed shooting. Then he kissed her all over her face.
"Oh, baby, she said, "mother is so proud of you."
When he had finished making out with her, she released his legs. Spreading her legs, he pulled off her.
"I enjoyed that connection," he grinned.
"Don't think I didn't, baby," she said. "I know now it wasn't wrong."
"I knew that all along," he smiled.
"Of course you did, darling," she said. "Where love is, no sex can be wrong. I discovered that today on the bed with you."
"People might call me a mother-fucker," he said, "but to hell with all of them. I know what my balls tell me."
"I know what my heart tells me," she smiled, as she put her arm around him.
Young Brad loved the feeling of her bosoms as she lay there.
"Mom," he smiled, "I wonder if I could have my own car."
A sudden jolt shot through her. She recognized there was always the possibility that Brad was only using sex as a device to obtain a car to obtain sex with other women. If he was completely selfish she could suspect him of anything and probably be right.
"I don't know whether we have the money," she told him flatly.
"You can find it," he nodded, a sly smile forming around his lips.
"Brad," she asked him frankly, "tell me the truth. Did you fuck me to get a car?"
"Would I do a thing like that?" he smiled without betraying his feelings.
"I don't know," she admitted. "That's why I'm asking you."
Brad shook his head.
"No, mom," he said, "no fucking car would make me love you. I love to screw you because you're you."
"You're sure you're not putting me on?"
"No, mom," he said sternly, "and if you ever bring that up again I'll never fuck you again."
"I'm sorry," she apologized.
It was evident to her that she had made a mistake by pressing the issue.
"I sure liked it when you slid your finger up my asshole," he said.
"The ass is an erotic zone," she explained.
"Sure is," he smiled. "A stud at school tells me he fucked a chick up the asshole and claimed it was tremendous."
"Anal sex is out as far as I'm concerned," she warned him. "You're just like your father.
He was forever trying to get in my behind. I objected and I am not going to let you do if I wouldn't let him." "But I'd be careful," he insisted. "Forget it," she persisted in her objections. "How about sucking my ass out then?" "Where on earth do you get these ideas from?" she demanded. "Can't we do it in a conventional way?"
"You make me laugh," he chuckled. "We're already abnormal because we're mother and son screwing. And you want to make the abnormal normal. Why not go whole-hog and do everything. You could lick my ass and I could fuck yours. That would be lots of fun."
"For whom?" she asked, giving him the arched-eyebrow treatment. "For both of us," he insisted. To illustrate how much he wanted her to do him that way, he rolled over on his stomach and begged her to massage his back.
"It's a nice place to play around there," he said, slapping his ass cheek playfully.
"I'll give you a rub-down," she told him, "but that's all."
She began massaging his back and he loved the exciting touch of her fingers.
"Keep playing around down there," he told her. "It's very stimulating."
Liz felt she needed some oil to continue. Going to the bathroom, she opened up the medicine cabinet and took out some body oil.
"I'm going to give you a good massage," she said. "But please forget this ass-licking bit. I object. I'm not an ass-sucker."
"You could always learn" he smiled as he turned to look at her.
Liz was discovering a lot of pleasure from her son's handsome body. The sight of him sprawled out pleased her. She loved his rippling muscles. She enjoyed the sight of his broad shoulders narrowing to his trim waist.
"Mom," he said, "don't you think swimming has helped me?"
"Yes, I guess it has," she admitted. "You are in very good shape."
Her hands massaged down his spine to the swells of his buttocks.
"Put some oil around there," he said. "And rub me."
Her hands rubbed his buttocks and then she slid down between his ass cheeks.
"That feels fantastic," he smiled.
Liz noticed how his ass wiggled as she played around there.
"Why don't you stick your tongue up my asshole now?" he said, arching his behind to make it easy for her. "No, baby," she said.
Liz figured she would give him another thrill. She massaged some of the oil into her firm bosoms. Then bending over she lightly brushed her bosoms over his behind.
"That feels good, too," he admitted. "Press down."
As Liz's breasts crushed on his buttocks, tingles of excitement ran up and down his spine.
"Oh, wow, mom!" the young boy panted. "Stick your tongue up there, way up. I want to feel it sliding up my rectum."
Liz let her tongue stiffen. Suddenly, stabbing up his tight anal opening she watched him wiggle. She kept massaging his ass cheeks while her tongue invaded his tight anal channel.
"Oh, my balls are on fire," he panted. "I love this. Keep it up!"
He was enjoying himself now as he had never enjoyed himself before. His mother was thrusting up his rectum with her sliding tongue.
"Eat my ass out," he begged her. "Oh, mom, don't stop now. Lick it. Suck it for me. Eat it."
The two of them were all over the bed as
Liz continued stabbing her tongue up her young son's behind.
When she finally pulled her tongue out, she reached for his balls.
"Lick my nuts," he begged.
Liz's tongue lashed away at his big balls. He became so excited his body was vibrating and trembling.
"Oh, keep that up, I love that. Use your mouth on my balls. Keep it up, mom."
Her young son was eager to experience every form of erotic sensation. Liz was just as eager to teach him the bizarre delights of twisted sex.
"Lick my balls," he begged. "Lick them, mom. Yes. Just like that. Now your tongue is really licking. I love that. Keep that up!"
However, the thing that really turned her on was his cock. She wanted more of his juice. She wanted to feel his sperm spurting into her mouth.
Letting his balls slip aside, she allowed her tongue to lick up his prick. She lashed along the sides of it as she tempted the head of his penis with the tip of her tongue.
"You're getting me juicy again," he panted. "Mom. Lick me. Love me."
It was much more than a sensual blow job.
For to Liz it was love finally springing to life again. Brad reminded her so completely of her husband she found her body shaking with passionate frenzy. "Eat my cock," he panted, "eat me, mom.
Eat my dick."
The sensational pleasure Liz experienced now surpassed anything she had previously known. Finally, she let her mouth slip over the head of his shaft. She gripped his ass cheeks as she sucked his prick.
"Eat my dick, mom," he begged eagerly. "Eat my sticky dick."
His cock was sticky all right, as the cum had started to flow. Deliberately trying to hold it back so he could enjoy the pleasure longer, he felt her tongue licking quickly.
"Suck my cock off," he begged, "suck my cock. Keep that up. That's it, mom. Lick my joy stick!"
The hot urgency of her mouth on his prick caused him to thrust forward, letting his dick slide against her throat. As the sensitive head of his penis massaged the back of her throat, Liz felt her own juices beginning to flow.
"Oh, mom," he begged, "this is what all the guys in school are talking about. Deep throat fucking. What a connection! My prick sliding down your throat!"
Liz held on while he savagely jabbed his cock back and forth down her throat.
"Eat me, mom," he panted, "eat my juicy prick. Suck the cream out. Get it."
Pulling back so he could shoot his wad in her mouth, he felt himself exploding.
"I'm cuming," he cried ecstatically. "I'm juicing. Oh, mom, lick me. Lick me quick."
He became so excited with the sensational suck job that she was giving, he shot more cum than he ever had before. He could feel it being pulled out of his prick as his mother's mouth sucked vigorously.
"Eat my prick," he begged, "eat it. Yes, mom. Eat it. That's what I want you to do. Eat my juicy dick."
The hot cum continued exploding out of her young son's loaded balls until she could take it no more. Slowly sliding off, she looked at him.
"Honey," she said, "your mamma had to come up for air."
"There was more there," he protested.
"I know that, baby," she panted, "but I couldn't breathe."
"You'll have to get used to breathing with your mouth over my cock," he smiled.
Liz's lusty passions were not diminished. She had to get her own action and she straddled his face. Letting her pussy press against his mouth, she felt him licking.
"Eat my pussy," she panted, "yes, baby. Eat my juicy pussy."
Traces of pussy juice were dribbling from Liz's vagina as her son's tongue plunged inside her cave.
"Oh, baby," she exclaimed, "you don't know how much mamma has wanted this. I tried like the devil to get your father to give me a little tongue licking action. But he wouldn't. He saved it for his secretarie's cunts. Come on, baby, eat my pussy! That's it. Way in there. Honey, lick that love button. You know what I mean. The clit. Up and down, baby. Like that!"
It was a strange sensation to have his young tongue passionately sweeping up and down her clitoris. She was getting the kind of action she required.
. "Eat me," she begged. "Eat me, baby."
He nibbled her clit and she juiced in his face.
"Suck it," she said, "suck your mamma's pussy. Eat my pussy, baby. Eat it, baby." Her voice went into a frenzy as she gripped his head and guided him over her juicing mound.
It was amazing to Brad how much pleasure he could derive from letting his tongue invade her. His pumping tongue continued surging inside of her. Every moment she was more excited and delighted. The passionate frenzy that she felt now had her trembling.
"Love me, baby," she panted, "love me. Oh, sweetheart, love me!"
Letting his tongue continue to lash inside of her velvety vagina, Brad discovered how much it meant to a woman to be loved in this most intimate of manners. Gripping her ass cheeks with his hands, she appeared to enjoy it as much as he did. He massaged her buttocks and squeezed them, too.
"Your hands, honey," she moaned in delight, "you know just how to make love to me. Oh, mamma can't tell you how wonderful it is."
It was obvious to him that his mother was enjoying herself. But he never realized how turned on any woman could get. He had tried eating snatch a couple of times with chicks at school. But it had never been like this.
When he finally withdrew his tongue, he slapped her ass and told her, "Great pussy." "And what a pussy-eater you are," his mother smiled proudly. "They ought to hand out medals for good lovemaking."
"I can see it now," he said, "the winner. The young stud with the best tongue of them all."
"Right, Brad baby," she said, "and the prize?"
"An obscene phone call," he chuckled. "You know the kind. Get your ass over here, you gorgeous cunt. I've got some dick I want to shove up your fantastic pussy."
They were having a good time joking with each other about what a fabulous experience they had together.
"Mom," he smiled, "next time will you promise me I can have your asshole?"
"I don't know why you want to fuck my ass so bad," she joked with him.
"I do," he said. "You got a mighty beautiful butt."
"What a thing for a son to say to his mother," she laughed.
"It shows what a gorgeous woman you are," he said, "that you can turn on two generations. You gave dad a hard-on, mom and you're giving me a hard-on,.too."
Chapter 3
The next week Brad determined that he was going to have what he wanted.
"Remember the car you promised me, mom?" he reminded her.
"When did I promise you I'd get a car for you ?" she said.
"Don't try to bluff, mom," he told her flatly.
"Yes, I do recollect," she said, with a small smile coming to her face. "But you're not going to hold me to that, are you, honey?"
"Don't 'honey' me," he said. "Not while you're trying to renege on your promise."
Realizing she had no alternative, Liz decided that she would go along with him.
"I guess you are old enough to have a car," she admitted. "But I can't buy you a too expensive one. We don't have that much money. You know that."
"I didn't say I wanted a real expensive one," he told her flatly. "I just want wheels."
"You'll have wheels, baby," she assured him.
"And how about a little nooky in between?" he said, figuring some lovemaking would soften her up.
"Don't you ever get enough?" she asked. "Yesterday, you went off about four times."
"I'm still curious to know what driving my dick up your asshole would be like."
"Forget it," she said. "Fuck an armpit or something."
"Armpit?" Brad asked curiously, not knowing what she meant.
"Don't tell me you've never heard of a person fucking that way," she said. "What's going to happen to the younger generation?"
Brad laughed.
"You're super, mom," he said, "you could give the guys down at school a new way to make it."
"Maybe I should teach a sex class there," she laughed with him.
"No, baby," he said. "I am only eager to play around with you. I don't want you to have the hots for every young cock in high school."
"I hope not," she said.
"You'd be taking the competition away from Susie West," he said.
"Who on earth is Susie?" she asked.
"Susie is the high school slut," he told her. "She can't get enough. She goes for orgies. You know, three, four, five, six guys at a crack. She charges too."
"Susie should charge," his mother nodded.
"Dames," he said, "you're all alike. Every woman figures her pussy is a gold mine."
"It is," Liz laughed, "as long as these horrid women's libbers don't undo a good thing. For years we women have been able to corral our men and get them to do what we wanted them to do. The call of the screw worked miracles."
"I guess that's the truth," he laughed.
Brad was starting to undress. She wondered if he automatically figured she had to give in.
"What are you stripping for, dear?" she asked him pointblank.
"I'm going for a dip, mom," he told her.
"rlow dreadful," she said, "you shouldn't take off your clothes in the living room. I'll have to close the drapes."
"I wish you would," he said, as he got down to his bulging shorts.
She peeled off his shorts and looked at him. Sure enough, his cock was rock-hard. She stroked it a moment or two and then smiled.
"It's true, Brad," she said, "you need some satisfaction. But wouldn't it be better if mamma used her mouth on it?"
"You've blown me enough times," he said. "I'm getting bored with getting blow jobs."
As she looked at him, she saw that he wanted to experience everything and she didn't know what to do about it.
"Honey," she said, "why don't you leave mamma alone?"
"You want me to ball you," he told her emphatically. "You know damn well you do. Quit trying to put me on."
Liz knew that what her son said was true. She was grateful that she and her husband were separated. For it was giving her an opportunity to play around with her son's huge prick and balls that she would never have if her husband were present.
She began undressing teasingly. Taking off her garments slowly, she wanted him to appre-
date it when she finally came to the totally nude state.
"Quit dragging your heels, mom," he objected. "I want you to peel out of those clothes and be quick about it."
Liz didn't enjoy her son telling her she had to take everything off when he said so.
"Am I supposed to strip with a stopwatch?" she demanded.
"No, mom," he told her, "but I don't want to have you take all night either."
"I couldn't with those fiery balls of yours around here," she laughed.
She was becoming more and more eager for the action herself. However, she thought Brad was too hot and should cool off in the pool before he had sex with her.
"Brad, baby," she suggested quietly, "let's take a dip first." "All right, mom," he said, "if you say so." She was glad that he was willing to go along with her suggestion. She unhooked her bra and tossed it on a chair and slid out of her panties. She slowly strode to the sliding glass doors and opening them, walked out into the patio. As the late afternoon sun rays drenched the patio, she looked at him proudly. His cock was flipping up and his balls were swelling. She could see the curly pubic hair on his testicles and even this excited her. As the sweat surfaced on his body, she became so eager to lick him she could hardly stand it.
"What are you looking at me like that for?" he asked her.
"I don't know," she told him, "you look good enough to eat."
"Let's swim now and fuck later," he smiled, as he put his hands before his head, bent over and dove into the pool.
As she saw him swimming swiftly, she couldn't help admire his lean good looks. His smooth buttocks were upraised as she watched him plow through the water.
Pulling out of the other end of the pool, he insisted, "Mom, you take a dip, too." "All right, Brad," she agreed. Diving into the pool, Liz swam swiftly to the other side. When she pulled out of the far end of the pool, her son got a look at the glistening water on her bosoms. The sun illuminating the water it looked like drops of crystal forming on her breasts.
"Mom," he smiled, "you sure look gorgeous today. Why don't I come over there and lick the water off your breasts?"
Liz stretched out a moment later on a beach towel. Her son came over and straddling her, bent over to lick her bosoms. She loved the feel of his knees against her thighs.
"Oh, baby," she groaned in delight, "you don't know how good this feels to your mamma."
His tongue lapped passionately and he was getting more stimulated every moment.
"Yes, Brad," she panted, "do me. Love me."
As he continued licking down her body, he finally came to her pussy. He let his tongue lightly lash and tickle her vagina. As he licked, she became so stimulated she was trembling. Suddenly, she realized what he was doing. He was trying to entice her to do anything with his tongue.
Moving her ass cheeks up high, he vigorously let his tongue invade her asshole.
"Oh, Brad," she panted, "yes, baby, yes. I love that. Suck mamma's sweet ass. Suck mamma's asshole."
As he continued licking all around there he was getting her in position for what he wanted most to do. Momentarily letting her buttocks rest on his thighs, he spit in his hand and applied his spit to his penis.
"I'm gonna fuck you here," he said roughly, as he slowly eased his cock up his mother's behind.
"You're gonna hurt me, honey," she complained, her voice quivering with fear.
"Not if you relax," he told her.
"All right, baby," she agreed.
When she relaxed, the sphincter muscle around her anal ring relaxed, too. Brad was finally able to ride his cock up her rectum. She loved the sensation of his penis slipping up her tight asshole.
Reaching out, he massaged her breasts while he fucked her behind.
"Fuck it, mom," he panted, "fuck. You're doing it right. Fuck, mom. Fuck! Fuck it!"
Vigorously he jabbed his cock up her asshole. She twisted on his sliding cock and moaned with delight as the sexual ecstasy swept through her body.
"Fm really riding you now," he enthused. "Feels great to me, mom."
He plunged his prick farther up her asshole as she groaned in delight.
"Squeeze the nipples," she explained to him.
"Does that give you kicks, mom?"
"Unlimited," she panted as he went on giving her the action she wanted so desperately.
"Fuck, baby," she begged, "fuck me. That's what I want. Fuck me."
With vigor and force she pushed her buttocks back to meet his advancing cock stabs. Together they were working to achieve mutual sensual thrills.
"This is what I wanted all along," she exclaimed, "yes, baby, fuck me. Give me that cock. Every inch, baby. Fuck me. Fuck me!"
Brad couldn't keep this up much longer. It was becoming a cliff-hanging cock action as he closed in on a scorching climax.
"I'm cuming," he gasped excitedly, "Fm juicing, mom."
She loved the feel of the juice shooting from his cock high up her asshole. She twisted around, milking his prick as she exercised her ass muscles on his sliding cock.
"Fuck me," she begged, "fuck it till you've got it all out, baby. Keep on riding it."
He continued pumping vigorously until he had completed shooting. Dizzy with delight, and eager to have him do something with her box, she smiled at him.
"What are you going to do when you pull your prick out of my asshole?"
"I'm gonna try something," he said, "that Fve wanted to try for a long time." "What are you talking about, baby?" "Mom, do we have any whipped cream in the refrigerator?"
"Sure we've got whipped cream," she told him. "But what does that have to do with my box?"
"I want your passionate pussy coated with whipped cream in it."
"Where did you hear about such a thing as that?" Liz asked, unable to understand how her son knew so much about sophisticated sexual techniques.
"They talk about it at school, mom," he explained. "It makes the pussy twice as much fun to eat." *
"I suppose it would," she acknowledged.
Liz got to her feet and went to the sliding glass doors. Opening them, she stepped inside the kitchen. She pulled out the whipped cream container from the refrigerator and handed it to him.
"Where do you want to eat your pussy Sundae?" she laughed.
"I think the bedroom would be the right place," he said, walking toward her bedroom.
Brad hastily pulled back the bedspread and Liz got in the middle of the bed. She parted her pussy lips for him.
"Shoot," she smiled. She enjoyed the feeling of the whipped cream surging inside of her vagina.
"Oh, wow!" he panted. "This is going to be great sport."
He bowed over her crotch and gripped her ass cheeks. Then he buried his head in her vagina and started licking. Feeling his tongue lashing all around her most intimate area, excited her. Reaching down, Liz guided Brade.
"Over there, honey," she said, "get the whipped cream, baby. Yes, keep that up! I want it!"
She became so excited she threw her legs over his shoulders. This triggered Brad to reach up and grip her bosoms. She squeezed her thighs against him as she pushed her pelvis forward, hoping he would continue plunging his hot tongue vigorously into her vagina.
"Suck it," she insisted, "suck mamma's whipped cream cunt."
Completing the act, he pulled his tongue out of her snatch.
"How about that, mom?" he smiled proudly.
"That was tremendous," she assured him, "you're going to get your car, baby."
"Right nowr
"You come on too strong, honey," she explained. "Sometimes I get the feeling that you're using me. Your tongue is your device that you figure will get you what you want."
"Stop it," he laughed, "what do you think women use their pussy for?"
Liz could not argue with that. Getting off the bed, she suggested they might shower together.
"That would be fun, mom," Brad agreed.
They went into the shower together and washed each other off. As the water streamed down their bodies they became more and more excited.
"Baby," she smiled, "I really dig you. You've got a body that won't stop."
"I know that," he smiled.
She realized that if they didn't get out of the shower and quit fooling around, they never would get the car purchased.
"Stop touching me, honey," she gasped. "We're in the market to buy a car. We've had enough sex. On the way back we'll stop at a restaurant and have dinner. How does that grab you?"
"Right on, mom," he said, slapping her ass with a towel.
Together they went to a used car lot. To her surprise, she discovered used cars were not as cheap as they once were. The gasoline shortage had made some of the older models more popular as they didn't use so much gas.
"I'll have to dip into your college account," she told him frankly.
"Who needs college?" Brad laughed. "I need wheels."
"You may want wheels now," she warned him, "but you'll want college-later!"
After they had finally purchased the car, she realized that she might lose him. It tormented her to think that he did have wheels whereby he could roll away from her.
"Follow me to a nice restaurant to celebrate," she suggested.
"Where do you want to go?" he asked her.
"How about Sunset Terrace?" she said. "That's on the ocean. And right about now as the sun is setting, it would be beautiful. The sea is like silver at this hour."
"Love that, mom."
She got in her car and drove off. He followed behind. As she looked at him in the '67 royal blue Mustang she had bought him, she wondered once more if she was doing the right thing.
Chapter 4
The following Saturday night Liz Jackson had it hit home to her what a mistake she had made.
"Where are you going all dressed up?" she asked her son.
"Got a heavy date, mom," he said, like any other normal high school boy who is happy that he has cornered a chick with his new car.
"That's nice," she said, "who is it?"
"Linda," he told her. "You know, Linda, the chick who lives down the street."
"Damn it," she exclaimed, "Linda is a bad girl. You know that. She's been having sex with everybody on the block."
"No, she hasn't," he laughed, "she hasn't touched one chick."
"Her only virtue," Liz exclaimed, "is the fact she doesn't dig women, too. Son, I'm afraid for you to go out with her. I've heard plenty of things about Linda at the girls' bridge club."
"Why do you women get together to buzz about a girl who is generous. I thought generosity was supposed to be a virtue."
"When it comes to peddling your pussy around," Liz explained, "it's no virtue, it's a vice!"
"But that's just it," he countered. "She isn't peddling it, she's giving it away."
"That's worse," Liz said nervously. "That means she might have some dread disease. I'll worry about you every minute that you're gone. If you must have her, wear a rubber. You will save yourself from getting children which the world doesn't need, or disease which I don't need to pay the doctor for."
"You make it sound grim because I've finally got a chick to go out with me on Saturday night. Are you jealous, mom?"
"Jealous of her?" Liz scowled. "What kind of a mother do you think I am?"
"I'm not sure," he said, as he shrugged and went out the door and left her alone and troubled.
Liz was so angry she knew she had to talk to someone. She called up her girl friend and discussed it with her.
"Rosemary," she began, "what am I going to do? Brad is running out tonight with that terrible girl, Linda."
"Couldn't you stop him?" Rosemary asked her. "I've told my son he couldn't go with her anymore. I know what they were up to. They are heading for a motel and they will take turns."
"How disgusting," Liz complained. "There's no love in an association like that. I think it's awful what these young people will do these days."
"I know," her girl friend agreed. "But what are we going to do. They've been liberated, and they're feeling their oats."
"In my day," Liz said sadly, "a girl was generous if she let a guy poke his tongue in her mouth. Now they're not satisfied unless they slip their tongue in a girl's you-know-what."
"I certainly do," she said. "I caught my son doing that on the living room sofa. I was so outraged that I felt compelled to stop him. He got angry and wanted to fight me. He said he wanted to finish eating her snatch, of all things. Isn't that disgusting?"
"It certainly is," she agreed.
More and more it was becoming apparent to Liz that she had a real problem. A serious problem that knew no solution.
"I guess I might as well have a couple of drinks and go to bed," Liz told her girl friend. "I'm too upset to talk anymore."
"Take it cool, honey," her girl friend warned her.
It was becoming painfully obvious to her what the situation was. She didn't want to do anything to destroy the beautiful love affair that had been generated between herself and her son. She realized he needed someone his age eventually. But why now? At this point in their lives it seemed like a perfect love relationship. She desperately needed sexual satisfaction and he craved sex, too. Why, why, she thought to herself, did it have to end like this?
The drinks helped a lot. She looked at an old Bogart movie and felt sad when Ingrid Bergman and Bogart were going to be parted. However, once they were reunited and the song, -'As Time Goes By," was played, she felt as if it was heralding somehow a mystical return of her own son to her arms. With that beautiful thought in her mind, she went to bed. Conveniently stoned, she slept soundly. How-
ever, she was awakened when she heard loud talking.
As she turned in her bed she could hear Brad talking to some young girl.
"On the floor," he demanded. "On all fours."
"Nobody's ever done that to me," Linda complained.
"Why not?" he insisted. "You've let everybody else stick it up every other hole."
"But my ass is virgin territory," Linda complained, with pride in her voice.
"I don't care," he said.
"But I do," Linda objected, as she suddenly placed her hands protectively behind her buttocks.
That was more than Liz could stand. She didn't like to think of her young son tormenting Linda. Even though she didn't care much for Linda she saw no reason to wreck her rectum with Brad's long prick.
Slipping out of bed, she put on a negligee. She had made a practice of sleeping in the nude and she almost charged down the hall in the nude. But she wanted to appear like the good mother she knew that she was. Therefore, she took time to slip on her negligee. It was a painful decision as she didn't know if she could wait a moment more.
When she got to the corner of the hallway, she realized she had waited far too long. For there was her son, Brad, with young Linda on the floor. He was pumping his thick pulsating penis in and out of her twisting asshole.
"Get it off,"' Linda begged. "Stop it! You beast! You're worse than Jack-the-Ripper."
"Come on, baby," Brad panted, "that's the way I like it. When you howl in pain and twist your ass it's fun for me. I guess I am as sadistic as that old killer creep, Jack."
"Hurry up, Brad," she begged, as she did everything in her power to get him to shoot.
Brad was slapping her ass roughly as he went on stabbing.
"I like to see it pull way out and shove way in," he grinned. "Looks like fun, doesn't it, -baby?"
"You beast," she complained, "you're killing me with that big old dick of yours."
"No, I'm not," he teased her. "Fuck, baby, fuck."
She ground her hips around to the jabs of his penis.
"Oh, now, baby, now," Brad panted. "Yes, Jast like that. I want it. Oh, baby, we're fuck-
The hot cock exploded in her rectum. As the stream of creamy white cum surged into her asshole, she ground around.
"Wow!" Brad panted, "what a fuck off!" Brad didn't pull his peter out of her asshole until he had vigorously jabbed it in a couple more times. At last, he did.
"I need a drink after a fuck like that," the young girl complained.
"Why should I waste my booze on you? I got my screw."
"That's the most selfish thing I ever heard,"
the girl complained.
"That's too bad," he said.
"It's too bad for you, too, Brad," she told him. "You're never going to get any more fucking out of my ass."
"I've had you, baby," he smiled casually at her.
It was disgusting to her that he had used her. She looked down at her pussy and complained. All the time Brad's mother was watching and listening.
"What about my pussy?" the girl exclaimed angrily.
"Get your other lovers to eat it," he said. "You're just good for an ass fuck. I have an older dame who isn't playing around that I enjoy eating."
All at once Liz's heart pounded faster. She wondered if Brad was so drunk that he would dare tell the truth. That's all she would need to have happen. If her son should inform the girl down the street who was fucking everybody, that they were having sex, that would be the living end.
"Brad," she said, "what is that other woman like? Is she prettier than I am?"
"Sure," he said, "she's real sophisticated. She'll eat my ass and do anything."
"I'll eat your ass, Brad, if you'll eat my pussy," she begged. + i "All right," he said, "a deal is a deal." "Seal it with honey," she smiled smugly. "What are you talking about?" "Honey," she nodded, "you know. Honey up my pussy, honey up my asshole. If you make it sucking sweet, it'll be a pleasure."
"As you like it, lover," Brad said. "I wouldn't want you to eat my bare butt."
Turning around, young Brad went to the kitchen. At that point Liz felt the most like stepping out and asserting herself. What right did that tramp have to steal her son from her? It made her furious the more she thought about ft.
"Brad, honey," she smiled, "I want to tell you something/'
"What, lover?" he asked her.
"I've never done this before."
"Can I believe you?" he asked Linda.
"No," she laughed. "I lie about a lot of things. Makes people enjoy sex with you more. If I would tell every guy about all the other guys I was blowing, then they wouldn't think they were getting such a good deal, would they?"
Brad didn't know whether he wanted her to eat his ass out or not. Finally, he decided he would. Handing her the honey, he smiled down at her.
"I'll get up here and double up my legs and spread for you. Then you can stick that honey container nozzle up my asshole. Shove it slowly so you don't injure nothing."
"Like you did when you fucked my asshole?" she teased.
"Easy does it," he insisted, as he watched her gently easing the plastic nozzle head up to his behind.
Finally, he felt it sliding up there. He was getting more and more excited now.
"Squeeze it," he told her.
Grasping the plastic container in its middle, the young girl squeezed. As she squeezed the honey and it shot up his asshole, he winced.
"That feels different," he told her.
"Like shooting cock juice up there," she laughed.
Bending over, it was difficult for Linda to bring herself to eat his ass out. Meantime, his mother was standing in the hallway, hoping against fate, that the girl would chicken out. She wanted to have one sexual exercise that was an exclusive.
"Maybe we should forget it," she complained. "You don't have to eat my snatch. A deal is a deal."
"Go right ahead," Brad insisted.
"All right," Linda finally agreed. "But don't you tell nobody. All I need to hear is that I'm an ass-eater. It's bad enough to have it spread around I'm a cock-sucker and a hustler. Of course, it's true, but you're making me into an ass-fucker and an ass-eater."
Brad had to laugh at the way Linda put it.
"It's true," Linda pouted, "a girl has to have some kind of a reputation. Doesn't she?"
"Sure," he told her.
It was clearly evident to him that she was going to be a lot of fun. He enjoyed her hesitating pink tongue as it lightly tickled around his anal opening.
"Does my ass taste good, Linda?" Brad smiled down at her.
"I don't know yet," she said. "I haven't slid way up there."
"Don't wait forever."
It was becoming more and more difficult for her to agree to go along with him.
"Eat me," he finally begged, "eat my ass, Linda. Stick your tongue up there. Hurry up!"
Plunging her tongue rapidly up his rectum, his body suddenly quivered. Sexual emotions swept through him such as he had never known before.
"Suck me," he begged her, "suck my ass out. Yes, baby, suck my ass. That's what I want. Eat my ass out!"
Closing her eyes, Linda stiffened her tongue. She found it possible to eat his ass with her tongue stiff.
"Suck it," he panted, "yes, suck me! That's it, lover. Eat my asshole."
He was enjoying it more every moment and so was she.
"Eat ass," he panted, "eat my asshole. Yes, baby. Eat my sweet ass."
The pleasure was completely different than any she had ever experienced before. Finally, Linda peaked. As she looked at him, she got so turned on she couldn't stand it. She started trembling. His cock was rigid and erect.
"I want you to play with my prick while you're licking my ass," he suggested.
Reaching up, she groped for his cock.
"Use one hand on my balls," he told her.
Reaching down, she massaged both balls. He loved the sensation of her fingers toying with his testicles.
"Suck ass," he begged her, "suck ass! Keep that up, baby. Suck my asshole. Yes, baby. Suck my ass. All the way, baby."
Linda was sucking and licking and thrusting. At the same time she was pumping on his pecker and playing with his balls. All of this action had him more stimulated than he had ever been before. It was so upsetting for his mother to see that she had to turn away swiftly. She could watch no more.
"Suck my cock," he panted, "suck my cock off! There's more cream, baby. My balls are on fire. Fuck me! Suck me. Love me!"
As his mother heard him say the word "love," she shrugged. Love?
Suddenly, his penis exploded. The hot cream shot into the girl's mouth. She eagerly devoured him. "Suck my sweet sperm," he panted, "suck my juicy prick off."
Finishing, Linda moved her mouth from his prick and got to her feet.
"Now it's my turn," she said.
"All right, baby," he agreed.
Reaching for the yellow plastic honey container, he slid it into her pussy. Her pussy lips gripped it as if it were a small penis pumping primitively into her.
"Squeeze it, honey," she smiled at him.
He squeezed and the honey went gushing into her.
When she was nice and sticky, he pulled out the honey nozzle and tossed it aside.
"Spread wide," he grinned broadly.
She spread for him, eager to feel his tongue lashing away at her slit.
"Suck me. baby," Linda panted, as she held her knees up conveniently and watched him go down on her.
She was amazed at what skill he displayed, pumping his tongue into her. He licked all around her velvety vagina, obviously anxious to give her all of the sensations he knew how.
"Keep it up, baby," she begged, "you're doing it right. Like that. Yes, I love that. Keep it going, baby."
He was eager to give her the sensations she sought. He saw no reason to stop now. For his pleasure was increasing with her intense response. However, when everything had quieted down, his mother was moved to walk down the hall once more. In bare feet, she tiptoed down the hall and then she saw what was happening. It made her so sick she wanted to throw up. What right had the girl to seduce her pure son? Brad was such a good boy, she reasoned. How could he get his tongue into that girl's twat? This was a mystery to her. She didn't know how to resolve it. She wanted to go out there and viciously slap the girl's face, but she knew that would never do.
Once more she turned and went back down the hall by herself. She was more lonely now than ever before.
The frenzied lovemaking in the living room continued. The beautiful young girl locked her legs around Brad. She pumped her pelvis forward, then eagerly begged him to eat her snatch.
"Suck me, baby," she said, "suck the honey from my cunt. Oh, baby, doesn't my pussy taste good? The walls are coated with it. Lick me, love me. Yes, yes, just like that! More, more, baby, more. I want it. Suck me. Oh, Brad, love me."
Linda reached down to guide his head over her hot mound. She was pumping forward now as her thighs embraced him.
'Tm juicing, baby," she panted. "Lick my juicy pussy. Keep it up, Brad. Lick me. Quick, baby. Oh, ah, yes, yes!"
Her heart was pounding rapidly as she felt her juices gushing into his mouth. He pressed his mouth all the way over her mound so he wouldn't lose a drop.
"Suck my sweet pussy," she panted, "suck me, baby, suck me."
Linda knew love. Many boys had had her. She had them licking her everywhere. Finally, she had gotten Brad to go down on her. She had had to do plenty for him but he finally had submitted. It was a moment of triumph for the young girl.
"Eat my pussy," she panted. "Lick it. Oh, baby, don't stop. I'm cuming again."
It was obvious to Brad that Linda was oversexed. She was gushing again. He had heard of women who came in multiple climaxes and she was one of them.
Finishing, he pulled his tongue out of her and licked up to her soft bosoms and nibbled on the erect nipples and sucked on them both. She was thrilled that he had given her such a super work-out.
"Thanks, Brad," she said softly. "We really freak-fucked. Thanks a lot!"
Down the hall Brad's mother heard what she had said. Softly she whispered, "Yes, Brad, thanks a lot."
That was the end of her dream of possessing him. For she realized she would have to share him. What else could she do to excite him? She would have to go somewhere, and find out somehow, the various methods of titillating and exciting his body. If she could outdistance other females in entertaining him, she could keep him. She would have to do a lot of reading and keep her body so appealing that he would want her and nobody else. It tormented her as she thought about the sex race sweepstakes she had gotten into. There was no turning back, now. She had passed the point of no return, for she was crazy about her own son. Why, oh why, did she have to fall for her own son? If it had been some other young boy it wouldn't have been half as bad. But she only wanted Brad. She knew that now as she went to her room and waited for him to take the girl home.
Chapter 5
The next morning Liz determined she would say nothing to her son about his sexual escapade. However, she knew she had to tell somebody what was troubling her. She reasoned that if she could go to a sexologist and not reveal the fact that her lover was her son and ask him questions, she could get some help. Finally, she located the name of a man who she thought could help her. He certainly had an impressive tag. Carter Livingstone was his name and he had a top location. She feared it would cost her plenty but it didn't matter now.
She had to have help. She called him and made an appointment for the afternoon.
From the moment she walked into Carter Livingstone's office she felt at ease. It was more like a beautiful vacation retreat than an office.
"Good afternoon, Miss Jackson," he began, "and what can I do to help you?"
"Plenty," she told him. "I am very troubled with a serious problem. My lover is playing around with another woman. I want to know how to get him back."
"A very common problem these days," he smiled.
"It's no laughing matter, Mr. Livingstone," she told him. "I think the world of my lover and I don't want to lose him."
"Are you married?" he asked her.
"I'm in the process of unloading my last husband," she admitted. "We are separated, pending divorce."
"Fine," he smiled, "as I do not want to be a party to a clandestine affair. I have a few scruples, Mrs. Jackson."
"I'm sure you do have a few, Mr. Livingstone," she continued, "now regarding my problem."
"About your problem, my dear," he began, "it is simply this. If you can provide your lover with more happiness than another woman, you will hold onto him. If you can't you won't."
"Tell me," she said, "what can I do or say to keep him."
"First off,", he began, "you are acting too desperate. You don't need any man as much as all that. Relax. Recognize two facts, and you won't have all of this nervous energy going to waste. You're a beautiful woman with a lot of appeal. I would go for you myself if I wasn't a happily married man."
"Why thank you, Mr. Livingstone," she nodded.
"Don't thank me," he said in a jovial mood. "Thank mother nature. She endowed you with a spectacular body. Your bosoms, for example, are remarkable indeed. I'm sure that your lover enjoys them."
"Yes, he does," she freely admitted. "He loves to lick them and nibble them."
"I would suggest that you do what I tell you and see if my techniques don't work. I think you should offer him your body with the double sensation of licking whipped cream and other goodies off its delectable surface. For example, you ought to whip-cream your breasts.
Then why don't you make a chocolate trail down to your beautiful pussy. You will forgive me using these words but I see no reason to use the clinical terms. As for your pussy, you could prepare something delicious there for him, too. Perhaps a carmel pussy or better yet a raspberry pussy. It is ridiculous when people limit themselves."
"Thank you for the unusual suggestions," she said. "I certainly can use them."
"We all need help now and then," he said quietly.
"Isn't that the truth?" she smiled at him.
As she continued talking, Carter Livingstone got some other ideas.
"Now about him," he said, "he should have some unusual sensations. Have you ever used your finger up his asshole?"
"All the time," she said.
"Good, my dear," he smiled, "then I would suggest that you try one of our sexual devices to give him some added sensations. Some bizarre sexual sensations that most other women would never think of* Then I'm sure that you could hold onto him."
"Tell me exactly what you have in mind," she pleaded as if she were a person in a desert looking for water.
"The unique sensation of anal intercourse can be enjoyed by your male lover as well as by you. I would suggest that for him that you don a dildo. And then ram it up his rectum to give him some kicks. I'm sure this would provide him with some sensual thrills he would never forget."
"What a delicious suggestion," Liz smiled gratefully. "Anything else you can think of, please tell me. I want to apply this knowledge."
It was obvious to him that Liz was eager to do his bidding.
"We have another device," he smiled, "that we sell here incidentally, that you should have. You see one man cannot provide the ultimate sensual thrills. The reason being simply that he only has one cock. It is nothing against him, but nevertheless, it makes it impossible for him to give the kind of sensations that are offered in first class bordello or an orgy swap."
"I don't want to get involved in an orgy," she shrugged.
"You don't have to," he smiled, going over to the cabinet and opening a door. Pulling out a double dildo, he flashed a knowing smile her direction.
"You can use this when you're on a lonely night," he grinned. "Or you can have your lover use the same dildo that you use on him. It will give him one for your rectum and one for your vagina."
"A beautiful idea," she told him. "I can't thank you enough."
"I want you to report to me on how it goes," he nodded. "There's not a reason in the world why you can't meet with success. However, now and then a husband or a lover frets. They are afraid to try something different. That is when you tell them they are totally unsophisticated."
"Why should I tell them that?" she asked.
"That will put them on the defensive," he explained. "They will have to admit they are not as sophisticated as they should be. Then you are in a position to get what you want. They will feel compelled to measure up to your concept of what sophistication is."
"Good thinking," she said. "I would like to buy that double dildo, too. If I'm alone and need a little satisfaction it will provide that."
When Liz Jackson left Carter Livingstone's office she was supplied with plenty of equipment. She even purchased jelly to apply to the dildo to let it ride smoothly.
"Now we'll be expecting you in another month or so," Mr. Livingstone smiled. "And may I add, good luck. Or should I say good you-know what."
"Take it easy, Carter," she complained, "I think I've turned you on."
"I'll confess you have," he admitted, "but I stick to my principals. Much as I would enjoy an intimate afternoon affair here in my office with you, I shall refrain."
She felt as if she were sailing on a cloud as she went home that afternoon. For Carter Livingstone had given her new hope.
Once she got home she discovered her son was there and swimming naked in the pool. Liz decided to join him. Quickly stripping, she went out to the patio and jumped in the water. When she pulled up at the far end of the pool her son smiled at her.
"Hi, mom," he grinned.
"How are you doing, baby?" she said, still not indicating to him how tormented she was over the fact he had made out with Linda.
"I've been thinking, mom," he told her, "that Linda is no damned good."
"I hate to say I told you so," she said. "So I've held my peace."
"You are better," he said enthusiastically. "And for a lot of reasons, mom."
"You've discovered that at last," she said confidently. "I knew you would."
As he looked at her he got so excited she observed his penis was getting a hard-on.
"Would you like to try something unique today?" Liz smiled as she got to her feet.
"What does unique mean, mom?" he asked.
"Don't they teach you anything in school these days?" Liz shrugged. "Back in my day we had a vocabulary that wouldn't quit."
"You still haven't told me what unique means, mom."
"Unique means unusual. Now, baby, what I have in mind is something different you will love."
Liz turned and went into the house and her son followed her. In the bedroom she took out the fresh dildo that she had purchased.
"What's that for, mom?" he asked her curiously.
"That is to give you two cocks instead of one," she explained.
"What do I need two cocks for?" he asked.
"That's easy to answer, dear," she smiled. "Doesn't mother have two holes down there?"
"That's what you want?" he asked quietly.
"Why, yes, dear," she said patiently. "I want to be loved both places, if you don't mind. The asshole is a sensitive place. If you ride it up slowly and don't jab it up, then I could enjoy it."
"All right, mom," he said, taking the dildo and its straps from her.
"Here, let me help you put it on," she said, going over to her young son.
When she had finished strapping the black strap dildo on, he looked up at her.
"This plastic prick looks like the real thing," he admitted.
"It should," Liz explained, "it's a copy of an actual penis."
"Is that right?" he asked.
"Yes, dear," she told him, "and you are going to get a big charge out of seeing mamma wiggle."
Before she let him proceed she felt she should apply the jelly that had been given to her to add lubrication.
"I've got a tube of surgical jelly," she smiled, "that we must apply."
Applying it to the plastic penis, she prepared for the anal invasion.
"You should use your cock in my pussy," she smiled. "And use the dildo up my asshole."
"Yes, mom," he agreed.
She got on the bed and he proceeded to give her a good time.
"Fit it in my pussy and my ass at the same time," she insisted.
"If I can, mom," he said nervously.
Reaching down, she guided him as best she could. She felt the tip of the dildo easing into her asshole and at the same time felt his rigid cock slipping into her cunt.
"That feels just great," he told her. "Yes. Oh, mom, this is really fun."
"Certainly it is, baby," she said as she massaged his shoulders and his back.
He was amazed how much pleasure he could derive from slipping it to her. It gave him the sensation of being two men.
"Fuck me, baby," she begged, "fuck me. I want it. Come on, baby, fuck. That's the way to do it. Fuck it!"
He enjoyed his mother's promptings. It made him feel so right.
"Give it to me," he begged, "that's the way I want it. Give me a good fucking. All the way. Fuck me. Faster, mom. Faster."
In and out he drove the dildo and his rigid cock. The electrical thrills shooting up and down her spine increased.
"That's the way to do it," he told her. "Fuck. Fuck mom. Grab it with your pussy. Grab it with your ass."
The sensational pleasure that he was enjoying was not diminishing for a moment.
"Give it to me/' he begged her, "fuck. That's the way to do it. Fuck it"
The sensational achievement was building to a focal point. It wouldn't be much longer now until he shot his wad. This was the moment that she waited for. She wanted to grip it tightly in her vagina muscles and squeeze the cream out of his cock.
"Oh, wow, mom," he panted, "yes, yes, I'm almost there!"
The hot cream exploded in her twisting pussy.
"Grind your hips, mom," he begged, "yes. Grind them."
Liz twisted her body. He was getting more and more excited every second.
"Keep it up," he begged her, "keep doing that. That's the way I want it. Fuck. Fuck, mom. Fuck."
She felt herself juicing as he continued jabbing his cock savagely into her.
When he had finished his vigorous fuck, he eased himself out of her asshole and out of her vagina.
"That was really something, baby " she exclaimed as he unstrapped the dildo.
fie laid it down and she picked it up. Going to tiie bathroom, she washed it off quickly and dried it with a towel.
"That is unique," he chuckled.
"I told you it was, son."
It was amazing to Liz how her son could maintain his erection. His pecker pointed up and Liz determined she was going to give him more action.
"Sweetheart" she smiled, "you are going to need some more loving."
"Yes, mom," he smiled. "What have you got in mind 7"
There was a small smile playing about his lips as he contemplated what Liz would want to do next.
"Something that you have never had before, baby," she told him emphatically.
"Like what?" Brad asked her curiously
"How would you like to have me ride this dildo up your rectum while I'm sucking your cock off r
"Thaf s impossible/' he told her.
"No, it isn't" she insisted. "All you have to do is get your body in the correct position."
"Show me."
Immediately Liz went into action. Strapping the dildo on she proceeded to massage it with the slippery surgical jelly until it glistened.
"That's a big thing to stick up my butt," he complained.
"You want to be sophisticated, don't you?" she asked him.
"What's sophisticated about getting an ass fuck?" he demanded.
"It's different," she explained. "You can get two sensations at the same time. You will enjoy it, you'll see!"
Doubting it completely, Brad nevertheless went over to the bed and raised his legs up.
"Rest your legs on my thighs," she explained as she held his legs parted and guided the slippery dildo into place.
"Go easy on that, mom," he warned.
"Don't worry about a thing, baby," she smiled as she slowly eased the dildo up his tight asshole.
"It hurts," he complained, as it slid past his puckered up anal ring.
"But only for a moment, baby," she grinned.
She was jabbing it now in even regular strokes. He was enjoying it now and so was she.
"Fuck it," he panted, "fuck me, mom." The moment that he asked her to fuck him she realized he was enjoying himself.
Liz was only too happy to accommodate Brad's request.
"Sure, baby," she panted as she rode into him. At the same time she was bending over, attempting to get her mouth in line with his prick. It fascinated him to see that she was accomplishing it. He helped by angling his body over.
"Fuck me," he panted, "and suck me."
She was only too eager to give him what Carter Livingstone had told her would hold him.
"Now you're doing it, mom," he marvelled, as he saw her pink tongue tip lightly lashing over the head of his rigid penis while her dildo continued sliding in and out of his hot, tight asshole.
"Beautiful, son," she panted, "yes, that's the way to do it. Fuck it."
The double suck and fuck action was pleasing him more than he could believe. He had no idea that a dildo jabbing into his tender behind could prove pleasurable. However, he was learning how little he knew about sex. For what his mother was doing now was bringing him more excitement, more pleasure than he had ever experienced before. He enjoyed watching her cheeks suck in as she slowly slid her mouth over his penis head.
"Suck me," he panted, "suck, mom. Yes, mom, suck me. Keep it up. Oh, ah, yes, yes, suck me."
The unrestrained pleasure that they were having as they went into their uninhibited sexual performance thrilled her. Certainly Carter Livingstone knew what he was talking about. She wished that he could be a voyeur mouse in a corner, watching.
"Eat my prick, fuck my asshole," the young boy panted as his mother did both things. "Lick it, fuck it. Faster!"
Liz increased the tempo of her driving dildo stabs. It added greatly to his pleasure to feel her ramming up his rectum with such force.
"Oh, ah, yes, yes, fuck me. Fuck me good!"
The pleasure that was building to a passionate pitch had Liz trembling with delight. For she recognized she would be triumphant. The cheap slut, Linda, could never think of such sophisticated sex. It was in this fact she gloried as she went on licking his prick in the eager hope of a big load.
"I'm gonna cream in a minute, mom," he panted, "get set! Yes, now'8 the explosion, mom. Suck me!"
Right on target the hot cream shot into her mouth. Gladly, greedily Liz devoured her son's cum.
His twisting asshole proved he enjoyed the anal penetration as well.
"Wow!" he sighed as she pulled off his prick and slid out of his behind.
"That's what I call a real genuine, twenty-four karat fuck."
"You can say that again, mom," he sighed with deep satisfaction.
Chapter 6
The following day Liz fixed a huge breakfast for her son. She was only too eager to display every kind of love she could. She was going to hold onto him, come hell or high water.
"You're fixing too much for me," he laughed.
"You're a growing boy, son," Liz smiled.
"I'll be growing fat," he warned her.
"Not if you exercise in the pool, baby," she told him, slapping him on his behind.
"Easy on that," he told her. "It's still sore from last night."
After breakfast when he had gone to school, Liz decided that she must phone Carter Livingstone.
"Yes, Mrs. Jackson," he began, "and how are you today?"
"Much better, Mr. Livingstone," she thankecf him. "I followed your suggestions. They worked beautifully."
"I'm so happy to hear that," he said.
There was a momentary pause and then he recommended, "Should you ever need more help, feel free to come back to me."
"I appreciate your suggestion," she assured him. "But I don't think that will be necessary."
Liz was more confident than she had ever been before. She had reason to believe that all would go well with her. However, little did she realize what her son had in his mind. For that day at school, with all inhibitions gone, young Brad was eagerly seeking out another woman to play with. As he gazed at one girl during a lunch break, he walked up to her and said, "Want to fuck, baby?"
His eyes glistened as he turned on with her beautiful bosoms.
"What if I say yes?" she laughed.
"You would be in luck," he assured her. "Because I know how to take care of a nice chick like you."
It was evident to her that he was horny. "When?" she smiled.
"What about this afternoon?" he asked her. "We could skip school and have a neato time."
She didn't even know his name and it bothered her.
"What's your name?"
"Brad, baby," he smiled, "what's yours?"
"Cindy."
"Cindy and Brad," he smiled, "doesn't that sound nice together? Let's say on a nice bed somewhere."
"Where do you want to go?" she demanded.
"I'll rent us a motel room," he told her. "I can always rent one by myself. Then I can get you and we can have us a ball."
"Oh, Brad," she said, "I would love to skip school. I have Science I this afternoon and I haven't prepared my term paper for the old bat. Please take me with you."
They managed to elude school officials as they walked off the school grounds. Fortunately, Brad always parked his car some distance from the school. When she saw his '67 Mustang, she smiled.
"What a nice car, Brad," she told him.
"Nice wheels," he said as he opened the door for her and she got in.
As they drove down the streets, he looked around for an old motel.
"I only have ten bucks," he laughed.
"I know a place that is only eight bucks," she told him.
"Tell me," he said as he turned to look at her and reached over to touch her thigh.
"Keep your eyes on the road, Brad," she insisted. "Can't you wait?"
"I'm sorry," he apologized.
Cindy gave Brad directions to the rather rundown motel. They got a room for nine dollars. When they were about to undress she suddenly changed her mind.
"I can't do it, Brad," she declared.
"What do you mean you can't do it?" he asked her angrily.
"I just can't she complained.
"Sure you can," he insisted.
To entice her he decided he had better get his clothes off and quickly. It didn't take him long to slip out of his shorts and display himself before her.
"How do you like the looks of my cock?" he smiled proudly.
"It is a big one, isn't it?" she observed.
"You ever go down on a guy before?" he smiled, as he stroked himself.
"No/' she said, "I haven't."
As he continued stroking, he looked at her admiringly.
"You're the kind of girl I dig," he said. "Can't stand those phony hypocrites who say it's wrong to fuck. Fucking is what makes the world go 'round, right baby?"
"Right on, Brad," she smiled.
It was becoming increasingly difficult for her. She recognized that he was dying to get into her. However, it puzzled her about doing all he wanted.
"I can get some wine, baby," he told her.
"I don't need any," she finally said as she slowly slid out of her garments.
When he got a load of Cindy's bare body, he flipped out with erotic delight. His eyes swept from her firm round bosoms down to her appealing fur-trimmed triangle. He became so completely turned on he knew he had to have her. Going over to where she stood naked, he dropped to his knees. Grasping her bare ass cheeks he pulled her pussy to his mouth. Pressing his lips over her vagina he suddenly started
"Eat me," she begged, "eat my pussy!"
The fantastic excitement he generated at this point was remarkable indeed.
"Suck my pussy," she begged.
She didn't have to beg much as he was only too eager to slip his tongue into her. As his tongue flipped around her velvety vagina walls he squeezed her ass cheeks.
"Keep that up, baby," she begged frantically. "I love that. Don't stop. Don't ever stop"
To her amazement she found that she couldn't control her excitement. In spite of herself, her vagina was starting to moisten.
"Eat my snatch, baby," Cindy begged. "Eat me. Yes, yes, eat my pussy."
She was panting now as if her life depended on it. He continued making wild love to her, becoming more passionate, more stimulated every tantalizing, second.
The thrills that zipped up and down her spine had taught her a thing or two. She had discovered not to fight it, but to enjoy it.
Getting to his feet when he had finished, he licked his lips.
"You tasted delicious to me, baby," he told her. "This is a lot better than going to math class."
"Honey," she said softly, "I'll do anything you want me to."
"That's the way I like to hear you talk," he said. "I got so steamed up I want to take a shower now."
Brad walked over to the bathroom and stepped into the shower. He was eager to refresh himself and he enjoyed seeing her as the water swept her body in the shower stall.
"You sure got a neat body, baby," he grinned at her.
"So have you, Brad," she assured him, reaching down to grip his penis and play with him there.
She stroked him evenly with one hand while she cupped his balls with the other and squeezed.
"Just like that, honey," he told her, "Just like that."
Brad was amazed how skillfully she played with his prick.
"Who taught you to do this?"
"Promise you'll never tell?" Cindy giggled.
"Sure," he told her, "I won't tell anybody."
"My brother, Billy," she giggled.
"Billy was a might good jack-off teacher," he chuckled. "Plenty of gals don't ever develop natural hand rhythm."
"He taught me not to do it too quickly. That certain tempo is exciting. If it goes faster, he explained, it's no fun at all."
"Right on," he nodded.
It was evident to her that he was a superb lover. She was thrilled that she could supply him with the electrical excitement that he wanted.
"Tell me the truth," he asked her, "did you ever go down on your brother, Billy?" "A couple of times," she admitted. "You like it?" he smiled shyly. "All but one thing," she explained. "What was that?"
"He wanted me to eat his sperm," she explained.
"And you didn't want to?" he asked.
"I'll admit I didn't like that part of it," she told him flatly. "He held me down there and kept telling me to suck it and swallow. It tasted awful."
Instantly, Brad realized he had to use some strategy to make sure Cindy would blow him, and suck it and swallow.
"Different guys taste different," he smiled.
"Is that right, Brad?" she asked innocently.
"You know it," he told her emphatically, "there's a big difference. For example, baby, I think you would enjoy eating me. The chicks who've gone down on me say my sperm tastes tremendous."
"Is that right?" Cindy asked curiously.
"You know it," he assured her.
"All right," she agreed, "I'll play along with you, Brad."
The whole idea of eating him was getting her more and more excited.
"You sure have a lot of inhibitions, don't you?" he smiled.
"I'm not like a lot of girls," Cindy explained, "I don't do everything."
"A lot of girls have never gone down on their brother," he smiled.
Brad turned around and told her, "Wash my back, baby."
She put the soap up to his back and began washing him down to his behind.
"And wash my ass, too," he said, spreading his legs so she could have access to his buttocks.
Slipping the soap between his behind, she washed him there.
"Down all the way to my feet," he recommended.
Cindy obeyed him. There was something strong and masculine about Brad. She couldn't help admiring his muscular calves, his well-formed thighs and his firm round buttocks. But the thing that she liked most of all was his muscular broad shoulders.
"You do turn me on," she sighed passionately, pressing her wet bosoms against his back.
"That feels good to me, baby," he told her.
Slowly Brad turned around. And with the water still flowing on their bodies, he kissed her.
"What was that for?" she asked innocently.
"It was for you and me," he said, "and nobody else. Maybe we should go steady. Did you ever think about going steady with any guy?"
"My brother would be jealous," she said.
"You've got to be kidding," Brad told her. "You mean you let him dominate you like that?"
"I can't help it," she admitted, "I'm caught in a trap."
"Let me spring you free, baby," he said. "It's no good to be locked into sex like that."
"I know it isn't, Brad," she admitted, her voice choked with emotion. "Somehow, it's got to stop. I can't stand being caged up like an animal any longer."
She was tormented as she reflected on the fears that prompted her to never go steady.
"Don't look back," he warned, "that's what I've learned. We've got our future before us, Cindy. You and me!"
"Oh, Brad," she exclaimed, "you mean it?"
"You bet I do," he said, "now let's get in that bed and prove what we mean to each other. If we can communicate in bed, baby, that's what I've got to find out."
"I know where it's at," she said. "I'm not little girl innocent. I pretended I was, but I'm not"
"It was lucky I asked you to screw today, wasn't it?" he smiled.
"You bet your sweet ass it was," she told him.
They dried each other off and went back into the bedroom.
"Have you got anyone who would get uptight if we went together?" Cindy asked him.
"No, baby, no," he said.
"But you've gone out with Linda, haven't you?" she asked.
"A couple of times," he said. "But I don't dig her. She's giving it to every guy on the block."
"So glad you said that," Cindy said. "I'd hate to talk against Linda. She's a real nice girl but she's cheap."
"That's it," he said, "she's so nice that she passed it around. A girl can't remain nice very long if she's too generous with her cunt."
"That's the truth," Cindy said. "I'll give my brother credit for one thing. He told me he never wanted me to peddle my pussy. He told me he'd kill me if he ever caught me selling it."
"That was nice of him," Brad observed.
Their eyes were locked on each other as they thought about all the exciting and intriguing things that they could to satisfy each other's carnal cravings.
"Baby," he said anxiously, "I'm gonna teach you things your brother never taught you."
Chapter 7
As Cindy looked at Brad, she nodded.
"I'm a fast learner," she smiled, "you'll see."
Brad figured he might as well have her start eating his ass out. There was no reason to let her off easy. For if she couldn't give him the same sensual thrills that his mother could, he figured his plans to go steady would collapse. Having discovered bizarre ways of satisfying his sexual appetite, he knew he never could be satisfied with anything less than the most.
"What do you want me to do, Brad?" she asked, eager to please him.
"I want you to give me a good lick job," he grinned.
He got on the bed and lay on his back. He spread his ass cheeks in open invitation to her.
"What are you doing that for?" she asked, puzzled.
"For two reasons, baby," he smiled. "I want to be rimmed and I want to be jerked off at the same time."
"I've never done that before," she told him.
"I told you your brother wasn't very sophisticated," he smiled at her.
"What's sophisticated?" she asked.
"Don't they teach you nothing at that school?" he chuckled.
Now it was Brad's turn to explain to her what sophisticated meant. It gave him a proud feeling of gloating satisfaction to be able to tell her something she didn't know.
"Sophisticated," he explained, "means something different and unique."
"Unique?" she asked. "What's that?"
"That is licking my asshole," he smiled. "And at the same time jacking me off."
"I never could do that," her voice rising.
"You'd be surprised what you can do if you try," he insisted, determined to get her to do what he wanted.
"Forget it, Brad/' she insisted. "No way," he smiled.
"Please, Brad," she begged, "don't make me eat your ass out!"
Brad decided he would use psychology. Taking his hands off his ass, and keeping his legs spread apart so she could see him there, he smiled innocently.
"Makes no difference to me, baby," he told her, "if you want to stick with your brother and have sex with him, that's your business. But this is the way I want it done to me."
It was a terrible decision for Cindy. She didn't know how she could refuse him. Yet she was terribly worried.
"That is demented!" she exclaimed.
"You do know a few big words," he said.
"Yes," she said, "that's what daddy said when he caught brother and me. He said we were both demented. He didn't tell mom as he said it would drive her straight to the funny farm."
"Then you are demented," he chuckled, "so you shouldn't be afraid to do me."
"That's just it," Cindy explained. "He forced me to go down on him. He is bigger than I am, Brad. I couldn't help it."
"Come on, baby," he said. "I took that shower and you washed my ass out. Please go down on me."
The young girl looked at the young boy's buttocks. It seemed like such a strange erotic request. She hated to give in to him. Yet she hated to go back to her brother. She figured Brad's strength would be standing between her and her brother. If her brother wanted more sex, she could always tell him Brad wouldn't let her. She could always explain they were going steady. Thinking this way, she finally brought herself down to his genitals.
"Once you get the hang of it, honey," Brad insisted, "you'll love it. I'll have trouble keeping you out of my asshole."
"That'll be the day," she said quietly.
Brad was delighted now. He was getting her just where he wanted her. He was determined he was going to have his kicks or else. At first she lightly massaged and caressed his buttocks. She was so turned on at the thought of pleasing him she figured she could do most anything. Her hot tongue began licking and caressing his ass and he loved it.
"Now you're doing it, baby," he smiled, "just like I want you to. Don't stop, baby. Keep that up. Yes, keep it up."
His passionate excitement was matched by hers. The two of them were turning on all the way.
"Oh, Brad," she said, "I'm enjoying it." "I said you would if you tried," he smiled at her.
It was becoming evident to both of them that if they would cooperate with each other's desires they could produce pleasure.
"Suck my ass," he begged, "suck my ass. Yes, baby, suck my asshole."
Her hot tongue -gingerly whipped all around his anal opening. Suddenly, stabbing up his asshole, he felt a shudder of sexual ecstasy tingle up and down his spine.
"Now, baby," he smiled, "the next step is the cock. Grab my big prick and play with it."
Cindy reached forward, happy to grab someone else's cock at last, besides her brother's. It had always made her feel guilty to do that with him. Now she wasn't feeling guilt at all. She was only feeling pleasure.
"Lick it, baby," he said, "lick it."
Pulling her hot plunging tongue from his asshole, she started licking the length of his penis. As she licked, she became more and more stimulated.
"Oh, baby," she panted, "keep that up. Yes, "I knew you would," he smiled knowingly.
"Now slip your mouth over the head of it and suck my cream out."
He was smiling in triumph as she slid her hands under his bottom and held his cock in her mouth.
"Oh, baby," she panted, "keep that up. Yes, that's what I like."
The frantic pleasure that they were enjoying together now increased as Brad began pumping in an even steady rhythm.
"Fuck it," he panted, "oh, baby, get my juice."
Fastening her mouth securely over the head of his penis shaft, she held on for dear life.
"Eat me, baby," he panted, "yes, baby, eat my juicy cock."
She was eager to find out what Brad would taste like. She knew she didn't care for her brother's bitter cum. But Brad had claimed that he was sweet. And now she was going to have her chance to eat him.
"Suck me," he panted, "suck, baby, suck."
Her pleasure increased as she continued holding his ass cheeks and going up and down the length of his cock.
"Oh, baby," he said, "are you ever good."
It added to Brad's pleasure to reach down and grip her head and force her farther down over his rigid cock..
"Keep it up," he panted, "yes, baby, just like that."
The hot cream shot out of his cock as she sucked. The taste of him had her trembling with delight.
"I'm cuming," he blurted, "I'm cuming, baby. Gobble my juice."
The sweet taste of Brad's sperm stimulated her. Eagerly, gladly, she devoured him. Her cheeks sucked in as she swallowed him.
Slipping off swiftly, she was only too anxious to tell him how much she'd enjoyed herself.
"Thanks, baby," she said, "thanks a lot. I really enjoyed getting your juice."
It was obvious to her that Brad knew how to please her. And as she lay there, resting her head on his thigh, she continued stroking his bottom.
"Brad, baby," she said, "are we going steady now?"
"You bet your ass we are," he nodded.
"Oh, sweetheart," she said, "I told you that I would do anything you wanted me to."
"I know that," he said, "now get on all fours on the floor and let me dog-fuck you."
"What are you talking about, Brad?" she said. "I just blew you and swallowed the juice and now you want more!"
"I told you I'm a horny guy," he explained.
"You sure as hell must be," she complained.
"On the floor, baby," he insisted.
She didn't know what he had in mind. However, she was so glad that he had agreed to go steady with her that she figured it was worth getting on the floor. It was her passport to freedom to please his sensual cravings.
She got on the floor on all fours. Brad mounted her quickly. Spitting into his hand he applied some of his own saliva to his cock head.
"This will hurt at first," he admitted. "But once I get it in there you're going to love the sensation."
"I'll believe it when I feel it," she said, turning back to watch.
The sight of his huge penis pumping into her small anal opening, frightened her.
"Don't watch," he told her. "It will scare you."
"You can say that again," she admitted.
Taking her eyes off what was happening behind her, she managed to endure it. With a hard sudden forceful jab, he drove into her asshole.
"Got it," he exclaimed triumphantly. "Are you ever fantastic. It's really tight."
"Sure it is," Cindy said, explaining, "nobody's ever been up my asshole before."
"Oh, baby," he panted as he fucked away. "This is beautiful! Keep twisting, honey. That's what I want. Grind your hips."
Cindy churned her ass around as he continued pumping into her. She started to enjoy it. The sound of his slapping balls on her twisting buttocks pleased her.
"Fuck it," she panted, "fuck, baby, fuck."
The erotic delight that she was enjoying at this point was increasing. As he would drive in farther, she would obtain more pleasure.
"Give it to me," he panted, "jab your butt back to me. That's the way, baby."
As he rhythmically rode his dick in and out of her asshole, she developed her own pacing.
"Keep it up," he begged.
He continued driving into her with even more force. He was determined that he was going to obtain a fantastic fuck-off.
"Keep it going, baby," he told her, "just like that. That's how I want it. Now you're fucking. Yes, baby, yes."
She continued twisting for him. She would grip his cock with her ass muscles. This excited him no end.
"Fuck, baby," she panted, "fuck. Now you're doing it. All the way."
The rock-hard cock continued stabbing up her asshole. The pleasure mounted as he fucked away. Bending over, Brad decided to add to her pleasure. His chest collided with her back and he reached over to grip her bosoms.
"Play with my tits," she told him. "Yes, Brad, play with them."
She loved the sensation of his hands massaging her bosoms. She liked the feel of his fingers on her nipples, pinching.
"Fuck me, Brad," she begged, "fuck. Keep it up, baby. All the way. Ram it home."
He socked it to her with savage force as he continued the wild ass fuck.
Suddenly, he exploded high up her rectum.
"I'm cuming," he panted, "I'm there, baby. Grab it with your ass. Milk it. Get the juice."
She was happy to accommodate him. Squeezing his pecker in her asshole she creamed.
"That was the best fuck I ever had," Brad told her as he slid his prick out of her behind.
The girl collapsed in a heap on the floor.
"You're worse than my brother," she said, "it would be getting out of the skillet and into the fire."
"You'd rather be with him?" Brad asked bluntly.
"Any day," she said, "at least he doesn't tear my ass up for one fuck."
WI didn't tear your asshole," Brad told her angrily.
"You could have," she complained.
"A guy knows what he's doing and he doesn't have to," Brad explained.
"I've had it," she continued complaining, "you find somebody else to eat your ass out, lover-boy. You find somebody else to stick it up their asshole. But don't ask Cindy anymore."
It was bugging him to think that he had given her such a fantastic fuck and elicited this response.
"Thanks a lot," he said evenly, "that's my appreciation, I guess."
"Appreciation?" she laughed. "What the hell are you talking about?"
"I went to a lot of bother to give you a careful ass screw," he told her. "This is the thanks you give me!"
It was obvious Brad had bombed out. She wasn't satisfied at all. It disturbed him no end that he had gone to such lengths to excite and stimulate her and wound up with her resentment.
"You women are all alike," he said sarcastically, as he went over to the bed and lay down.
"What do you mean?" she demanded. "You mean you want to rape my ass, force me to eat your ass out and lick your dick and swallow your sperm. And that's supposed to be considered fun?"
"It was for me," he said.
"Well it wasn't for me," she said frankly. "No way. You can take your sophisticated fuck and stick it up your own asshole as far as I'm concerned."
"Get out of here," Brad complained. "Buzz off. I paid eight bucks for this room and this is my thanks."
"Wasn't it nine?" she smiled, trying to rub salt in his wound.
"I don't know now," he said, "I'm too upset to know anything. AH I know for damn sure is that I want you to go. And go just as fast as you can."
Eagerly, she walked away. Brad was delighted to be rid of her. He couldn't stand her at this point in time.
As she got into her underclothes, he didn't say a single word. When she had finished dressing and went to the door, she turned and looked at him and smirked.
"Go get fucked," she snapped.
Brad wanted to wring her neck, but he didn't. He let her walk out of the door and out of his life and figured good riddance.
When he got home that afternoon, his mother didn't notice anything different about him. However, he felt so awful he wanted to reveal to her what he had been through. Finally, he did.
"Mom," he blurted, "I must confess something."
"What has my big boy done?" she asked him. "Or maybe I should ask who has he done?"
"How did you know?" he demanded.
"That look on your face, honey," she said, "it told me everything."
"You always could figure me out, couldn't you, mom?" he smiled.
"Certainly, dear," she said, "I guess the bond that binds mother and son does that."
"I took a chick out to a motel this afternoon," he said softly, "and I got into a lot of trouble."
"You didn't," she said in a low, angry voice.
"I'm afraid I did, mom," he admitted. "I wanted to teach her some sophisticated ways of balling."
The moment he mentioned sophisticated, she recognized that he would ask her to engage in oral sexual relations or anal sex. This bothered her as she figured she had a corner on the market and was counting on the young girls not giving in that way. However, she kept her cool and waited for him to unwind.
"Go ahead," she said smoothly, "tell mother all about it."
"All right," he agreed, "I'll tell you everything. But I want you to know I'm not proud of myself."
"I'm sure you're not," she nodded quietly, "and with good reason. Now go ahead and tell me, would you please?"
There was a momentary silence as Brad tried to gather his forces.
"All right," he agreed, "I'll tell you. I took Cindy to this stinkin' motel and I got her to eat my ass out and blow me."
Hearing that her heart sank. She recognized that the girl had played her trump card. However, she still kept her calm.
"Go ahead, darling," she said, "mother is listening."
Ashamed and embarrassed, he continued. "I even fucked her up her asshole," he half-smiled. "But she hated it."
The moment that Liz Jackson heard her son say that the young girl hated what he had done, she was so delighted and excited she couldn't help but smile.
"What are you smiling at?" he demanded.
"I'm amused at you," she said, "taking a young girl like that and expecting her to be sophisticated. She's too young. That's the advantage of having sex with an older woman."
"I'm finding that out," he nodded, sadly.
Chapter 8
It was at this point that Liz Jackson determined to move in. She was happy that her son had confided in her and she planned to utilize it to her benefit.
"Son," she smiled, "that doesnt need to bother you. Your mother is here."
She was resting her hand on his leg as she spoke.
"Mom," he said, "will you still have me?" "Certainly, dear," she said, "you know how much I love you." Reaching over, she slowly unzipped his fly.
As she pulled out his penis, he smiled. Immediately, she placed her mouth on it and started licking.
"Oh, mom," the young boy panted, "it feels so good when you do me. She wasn't half as good at it."
Even though it was distracting to Liz Jackson to hear her son compare her with his young female lover, she was nevertheless grateful that it was a favorable comparison
"I want to roll in the hay with you, mom," he said
"Fine, baby," she told him
He could hardly wait to get in bed with her. He undressed in the living room, and left his clothes lying on the floor. Liz didn't complain. She was too eager to have sex with him again. It was like a triumphal return.
"How do you want it, mom?" he asked eagerly.
"How sweet of you to ask, baby," she said. "Mom would like to be on top this time. That would be more fun!"
"Right on," he smiled.
She was totally determined to involve him now in a variety of sex positions. She figured that she would give him so many different ways of doing it that he could never quickly involve any one woman in such a variety of acts. By comparison she figured she would have to stack up well.
He lay down on his back and she sucked on him a few moments to get him prepared for action.
"Now I'm gonna slip my pussy around your prick," she told him.
Straddling him, Liz guided his cock into her vagina. As it slid in smoothly, she felt her spine tingling.
"Fuck me, baby," she begged, "fuck me good."
He rode in with savage force. She loved the feel of his hands on her bosoms now as he played with her while he fucked vigorously.
"This is a groovy position, mom," he panted. "We fit good this way, don't we?"
"Of course we do, darling," she told him. "We are fuck mates."
"You can say that again," he grinned.
Liz pumped vigorously with her pussy muscles. She wanted to give him a workout he would enjoy.
"Keep it up," he begged her, "yes. Keep fucking. Now you're doing it. That's the way I want it. Fuck, baby, fuck."
The sensational pleasure of the stabbing cock sent electrical waves of pleasure surging through her.
"Give it to me," he panted, "pump your pussy."
She pumped it all right and he rode into her. It wasn't going to be much longer now before his penis exploded. This was the magic moment that Liz looked forward to.
"Oh, ah, yes, yes, give it to me."
Faster and faster his cock pumped into her tight twisting vagina.
"Pinch my nipples," she begged him. "That's what I want you to do. Pinch them while you're stabbing me with that great big cock of yours."
He gladly accommodated her by squeezing her nipples. And Liz felt herself suddenly juicing.
"I'm cuming," she exclaimed, excitedly.
"So am I, mom," he told her, happily.
He reached down now to grip her ass cheeks as he held her in place while he finished his rapid-fire cock stabs.
The pecker juice was exploding into her pussy from his cock now and she massaged it with her tight pussy muscles.
"More, baby," she said, "more juice. I want to feel it. I want to feel it to my toes."
"You'll feel it," he gasped, as he went on vigorously thrusting.
More juice erupted from his penis head and Liz felt totally triumphant.
When she was sure that he'd completed shooting, she slowly eased herself off him.
"That was a wonderful time you gave me," she smiled.
"I enjoyed it, too, mom," he nodded.
As they showered together he assured her that he wouldn't be bothering with any other girls.
"You don't know how good that makes me feel," she told him.
"There's a strange thing that I enjoy doing," he admitted, "and I never could do it with you, mom."
"Why not?" she smiled.
"Sometimes, for old time's sake," he smiled, "I like to jerk off."
"Why can't you do it?" Liz asked her son.
"I'm afraid," he told her.
It was disturbing to her to hear him respond like this. For she recognized that she still wasn't satisfying him completely. She wondered what it would require to give him ultimate satisfaction.
"What would make you excited?" she asked.
"Well it's a funny thing," he explained, "but when I was a little kid and a buddy and I Used to jack-off together, I got a big charge out of seeing him pull his meat and he got a charge out of watching me pull mine. When we exploded, we could check to see how far the other fellow shot."
That gave Liz an idea.
"Tomorrow night when you're horny, honey," she said, "I will give you a demo fuck you won't forget. It will be just as exciting as some of those screws that you and your buddy used to have."
Her face was aglow as she talked to him.
"I hope so, mom," he said.
The following day when he was at school, she got another call from Carter Livingstone.
"How is everything going?" Mr. Livingstone asked her frankly.
"Just fine," she assured him.
"Have you had an opportunity to use the double dildo yet?" Carter asked seriously.
"Not yet," she smiled, "but we're going to try it."
"I hope so," he told her. "It is a unique invention. And I'm sure that you will be very happy with the results."
She thanked him again and told him she had to go on an errand. Actually, she was eager to quit talking to him. She was afraid to get any more involved with him. She was fearful that he might be getting a charge out of her telling him the details of her sexual life. This she resented. If she was deriving pleasure from her telling him, he should be paying her, instead of her paying him, she figured.
During the day there was a sex education course at school, where Brad listened intently. The teacher was going on about the importance of cleanliness when it came to sex.
"We must stop what is going on around this school," he observed. "It is no laughing matter that we have so much venereal disease running loose that we have an epidemic here. More than that, we are bringing children into this world that aren't wanted. Some way, somehow, we've got to put an end to it. It isn't right."
Suddenly, Brad raised his hand.
"I want to ask you," he said, "if you are telling us all of these things that we can't do, how are we going to relieve ourselves?"
"That, my friend, is a good question," the teacher said, "and I don't have the answer. It is a problem. And I don't know what the answer is."
As the teacher continued talking, explaining that a young man had the most sex drive at sixteen, Brad saw more and more what a problem it was.
"A boy at sixteen," the teacher went on, "does not have the judgment or the experience to be a parent in most cases. It is unfortunate for he still has to go on and find himself in the world. Whether or not we have arranged things wrong in marriage, I cannot say. But I do understand that the sex drives and how it functions. But the most important thing that I can tell you is that everybody has to exercise discipline, self-restraint and control. That some of you students aren't doing this is evident. And I wish you would wise-up."
There was a smattering of applause as the teacher concluded his class.
When Brad went home that afternoon, his mother listened as he revealed what the teacher had said.
"That's why we are such an ideal situation," she smiled. "You need sex release and so do I. Don't you feel bad for one minute that it's with me. Now I've got the double dildo and I want to show you how it works."
Going to the bedroom, he joined his mother in undressing. When they were totally nude, Liz got on the bed.
"Now watch me, son," she smiled as she brought out the double dildo.
"That's a fantastic contraption," Brad chuckled.
He could feel his penis stiffening as he watched his mother slipping the double dildo into her pussy and her asshole. She pumped forward and worked her pussy and ass muscles vigorously on the two plastic pricks that she was pushing into herself.
"Say I've got to jack-off," he smiled, "I'm really turned on."
Sitting on the edge of the bed he watched himself in the mirror and watched her, too.
"Look this way," she said, "I want your eyes on me when I'm doing it. It gets me hotter."
"I can't see both of us at the same time as well," he chuckled, "when I look in the mirror at our reflection I can't see what we both are doing."
She was amazed at how much pleasure she was deriving from having him there on the edge of the bed, watching, as she slid the dildo into herself. Finally, Brad got so hot he dropped his hand from his cock and told her, "Let's quit playing games. I want to ball you, mom."
"Go ahead, son," she said huskily, her eyes clouding as her young son got over her and pointed his penis at her as he tossed the double dildo aside.
"Give it to me," she exclaimed, raising her legs up and pressing her thighs against his waist. With a sudden forceful jab forward, Brad rode his cock into her pussy.
"Fuck me," she panted, "fuck. That's what I want. Fuck it. Fuck fast."
The rock-hard cock stabbed into his mother's mound with vigor and delight. She gripped it with her pussy muscles, enjoying every second of it.
"Keep fucking," he panted, "that's what I want, baby. Fuck it. Fuck fast."
Their thrills were becoming more exciting now.
"Oh, ah, yes, yes, keep fucking. Right on. That's what I want. Fuck it. Fuck, baby, fuck."
The enthusiasm which the two of them displayed while they contiued fucking was increasing until they both knew they would be juicing quickly. He was licking her face now like a small excited puppy.
"Oh, Brad, honey," she said, "tickle my ears with your tongue. Your father used to do that. He knew just how to make love, baby."
Brad went to his mother's ears. He licked all around her there and stimulated her.
"With just the tip, baby," she said, "that's it. Inside the earlobe. Oh, ah, Brad, Brad!"
Liz reached down to grip her young son's charging ass cheeks. Parting them gently, she slipped a finger in his asshole.
"Keep it up, baby," she panted, "more, more. Don't stop. I want it."
Brad enjoyed the feel of his mother's fingers around his asshole. It caused him to get even more excited. She pulled her finger out of his behind, then squeezed and kneaded his ass cheeks.
"Fuck me," Liz panted as she pushed her pelvis forward. "Fuck, baby, fuck."
Now she locked her legs around his and pushed forward in a regular even rhythmic movement.
"iTuck," she begged, "fuck. Keep it up, baby. Fuck it, fuck, fuck!"
The hot cum spurted from his penis head as he juiced in her vagina.
At this point their lips met in a soul kiss.
"Oh," she said, "what a fuck!"
He smiled at her as his eyes feasted on her body.
"Do you like that, mom?"
"You don't know how much, son," she sighed softly.
"I'm glad," he said, "real glad. Because I enjoyed it, too."
It was obvious to her that her son had turned on. She was happy she could provide him with the pleasures that he sought.
"Baby," she said softly, "you and I were made for each other. I don't know whether it was heaven or hell that put us together, but we were made for each other."
Brad grinned broadly.
"I need sex," he said, "my balls told me that. They ache when I don't get some action."
Kissing her once more, he finally pulled off her.
As he walked across the room, she told him, "Come back here, honey. Don't just walk away from your mamma after you've balled her."
Brad went back to his mother and lay beside her.
"What do you want, blood?" he laughed. "No, sweetheart," she said, "I want some affection."
Brad kissed her on the cheek a small peck. "You call that affection?" she asked, arching an eyebrow. "Yes," he smiled. "What do you call affec-
tion?"
"This," Liz exclaimed, as she pressed her bosoms against his chest, massaging them back and forth and proceeded to press her lips hard against his. Her mouth opened and his tongue invaded her as they Frenched together. Flipping their tongues against each other, stimulated them even more. She could feel him getting stiff again. Finally, she withdrew her tongue from his mouth and smiled knowingly.
"That, baby-doll," she said, "is what mamma calls affection."
As she lay down, Brad's arm went around her.
"What's gonna become of us, mom?" he asked her.
"That's a good question, son," she admitted, "and I don't have the answer."
"At school they would kill me if they knew I was a mother-fucker," he said. "That's what they would call me you know."
"Don't mention it," she warned him.
"You gotta face the truth sometime," he said.
"No, no, son," she said, "that's an awful dirty word. We're lovers. That's all."
"You're a molester and I'm a mother-fucker," he said, "that's telling it like it is."
There was a hard look in his eyes as he gazed at her now. Even though her forehead creased and her eyes were clouding he didn't pay much mind to it.
"You make me feel guilty," he said, "because I want to do it yet I don't want to. I need sex but I don't like to do it with you even though I want to."
"I feel the same thing, son," she explained. "I feel as though I'm being pulled apart at both ends. It's awful. Part of me wants to make love to you and another part says I mustn't. Forgive me, baby. Someday you'll hate me for this."
When he thought that she might quit it suddenly changed his mind about what he had said.
"I'm the one who should be sorry for talking like this to you," he said. "I guess I'm man enough to assume any guilt that I should feel. Mom, I've enjoyed balling you. Don't think I haven't. You have been the best fuck I've ever had. You'll do things like those chicks at school wish they could."
"Oh, thank you, baby," she enthused. "Thank you so much. Mamma loves you. It'll work out. Don't you worry about anything."
"I won't, mom," he said, "as long as dad never finds out or anybody else."
"Nobody's going to find out about us," she said, "that's if you don't tell them."
"You can count on me to keep this secret," he said, "I couldn't afford to have anybody know. Not anybody."
Her eyes looked at him with lusty desire.
"Let's just lie here awhile," she said. "After sex sometimes I like to fall asleep."
Chapter 9
While Brad enjoyed sex with his mother it still made him feel strange. When a new girl showed up at school he figured it might be a good idea to form her friendship.
"Liza," he smiled, "I want to introduce myself. I'm Brad Jackson."
"I'm Liza Smith," she smiled, "and I'm pleased to meet you, Brad."
"Where do you come from?" he asked her.
"Boston," she smiled. "It's a very proper town."
"That's what I've heard," he laughed.
After they walked a few steps on the high school campus, Brad got up the nerve to ask her for a date.
"Say, what are you doing next Saturday night?" he asked.
"Nothing," she said nonchalantly.
"You can have a date with me if you want to," he grinned shyly. "How about a drive-in movie?"
"I'd love to, Brad," she assured him.
He got her name, phone number and address, and told her he'd pick her up around seven-thirty on Saturday night. Liza was happy but Brad's mother wasn't.
"What kind of a girl is it who'll accept your first proposal of a date?" she demanded.
"You're flashing green, mom," Brad warned her.
"I know what you're going to do at that drive-in," she told him, "you're going to have sex with her."
He was getting so uptight over what his mother had to say, he decided to cancel his date.
"All right, mom," he said, "if it's gonna get you so disgusted, I'll forget it. Okay?"
"You're talking sense now, son," she said. "You and I could have a good time this week-
end."
"Sure," he said, "lots of fun."
It was becoming difficult for him to figure out how to get away from his mom. She always had a new thing going. That evening, she really surprised him when she told him that she wanted to try something out on him.
"What on earth have you got now?" he asked her.
"I bought this for you, dear, as a birthday present," she smiled.
"What is it?" he asked.
"If you promise you'll never tell anybody," she said, "I'll give it to you."
"No, I won't tell anybody," he assured her.
"It's an automatic cock-sucking machine," she smiled proudly.
"A what?" he asked in disbelief.
"You heard me right, dear," she smiled. "It blows you automatically. All you have to do is slip the rubber nozzle over the head of your prick. Then of course you must plug it in. It operates on batteries, too. You can get a blow job while you're in your car going to school."
"Mom," he smiled, "what a thoughtful thing for you to do. I'm gonna try it out right now."
"All right," she said, "we might as well."
They went into the bedroom together and he unwrapped the package. He was surprised to see the rubbery nozzle.
"Do you think this thing has any grip?" he asked.
"Certainly, dear," she said, "they're factory tested."
"How do you know?"
"It says so on the box," she said. "It said that for thirty days they tested thirty different men. They hired them all to come in and slip the nozzle of the automatic cock-sucker on their pecker. Then it proved that it worked, giving them all orgasms."
"What a beautiful idea," he smiled.
"And while you're getting loved that way, dear," she said, "how would you like to eat mamma's pussy?"
"Is that part of the birthday present, too?" he chuckled.
"With honey on it," she said.
They began undressing and momentarily Brad had misgivings about what he was doing. When his mother came in with the honey container with a nozzle and her hand squeezing her, he asked her, "Do you think we're normal?"
"Normal as blueberry pie," she said. "Now, dear, you lie right down there and slip that nozzle over the head of your cock."
Young Brad stretched out on the bed on his back. Reaching over, he slid the rubbery nozzle of the automatic cock-sucker over his penis. His mother watched as he did so and then she plugged it into the wall.
"It has two speeds," she suggested, "and you turn it on slow to begin. You can turn it on fast when you're ready to explode."
"Say that feels great, mom," he enthused.
"I knew you'd love it," she said. "It's wonderful what these people can do."
"Sure is," he told her.
As he lay back and enjoyed himself, his mother straddled him. Pressing her behind on his chest, she smiled down at him.
"Dear," she said, "lick the honey before you nibble on the love button. When you nibble my love button I always juice."
"I know that, mom," he said, "do you think I'm an amateur pussy-eater?"
"Of course not," she smiled. "You're a real pro."
As she pressed her pussy lips over his mouth, his hot tongue suddenly swept out and he began licking. The intense pleasure of his tongue reaching in her vagina had her trembling. Pulling out momentarily, he looked up and asked her, "What's wrong?"
"You've got mamma turned on," she assured him. "Nothing is wrong, baby. It's right."
With enthusiasm she vigorously forced her vagina over his face. At the same time she reached down to guide his head. He loved the feel of her fingers running through his wavy hair as he sucked at her snatch.
"Oh," Liz groaned in delight, "yes, lick me. Oh, baby, love your mamma."
Her voice was full of emotion as her young son sucked at her pussy.
The promise of pussy juice spurred his tongue on, while at the same time the delightful sensations that he was feeling in his penis as the automatic cock-sucking machine pulled on his dick, brought him closer to climax, too.
Glancing in the mirror, Liz gazed at her son and herself. It was an erotic sight. However, she realized that if her husband ever caught either of them doing such a thing he would probably kill them both. How absurd, she thought, as they were only bringing pleasure to each other.
When he had finished eating the honey from her pussy, he nibbled at her clit. She suddenly gushed. As the hot trickle of pussy juice surged into his mouth, he sucked.
"Suck my pussy," she panted passionately, "eat me, baby. Eat mamma's box."
At the same instant he felt his cock being sucked to climax. He wanted to cry out in delight as he felt himself being sucked in automatically.
"Suck me," Liz panted, "there's more there, baby. Keep sucking. Stick your tongue way up there. Oh, ah, yes, yes, baby, more."
Her passionate frenzy made him shoot again.
When Liz moved from her position on top of him, she patted him on the cheek.
"That was beautiful, baby," she told him. "Your mother loves you so much."
Bending over, she kissed him on the cheek.
He looked at the automatic sucking machine and saw his creamy juices spurting down the side of his cock.
"That sucking machine works," he told her. "That was a real nice birthday gift."
"It was something practical," she smiled.
There was something that bothered Liz and she felt she had to tell her son about it.
"What's wrong, mom?"
"How could you tell something was troubling me?" Liz asked.
"I just know," he explained.
"It's true, dear," she said, "something is bothering me. You know if you make love like you just made to me with your female part-, ners, you will not score."
"What do you mean?" he asked.
"You were too quick," she said. "In your desire to please me you went overboard. A woman wants to have her pussy licked slower. Plunge the tongue in there and lightly lick the linings of the vagina. It's sensitive, baby, and that's all I can say."
"You mean I didn't do a good pussy-eating job?" he asked, obviously disturbed by her criticism.
"I didn't say that, dear," she said, almost in tears.
"Why are you upset, mom?" he demanded angrily.
"Because I want to make you happy so much, son," she said, "that it tortures me to criticize your pussy-eating. But I must if you're ever going to develop into an expert who will drive women up the wall."
"That's what I want to be," he said. "I want to be known as a tongue man who can turn any woman on."
"I know, baby," she said, "and I want to help you toward your goal."
As she looked at him she recognized he was getting hot again just thinking about it.
"Baby," she said, "doesn't that cock of yours ever go down?"
"When I look at you, mom, it's difficult," he explained frankly.
"What would you like to do next?" she asked, eager to lure him into another sex act.
"I'd really like to fuck your asshole," he told her.
"That's another thing I'll have to tell you about," she said softly. "You're not too good at anal sex."
"Anal sex, what's that?" he asked.
"They certainly don't teach you kids anything at school," she said. "Anal refers to the behind. And anal sex is a technical term used by sexologists like Carter Livingstone."
"Who's he?" he asked his mother.
"Carter Livingstone is one of the most distinguished sexologists in this city," she said. "I will admit I've been consulting with him."
"It's all right to consult with him," he said, "but I don't want you fucking him."
"You know I wouldn't do a thing like that," she said. "What kind of a mother do you think I am?"
"Carter says that it is a lot of fun to make a game out of anal sex. He suggests that we crawl around the room like animals. It adds to the pleasure. Some people even wear masks."
"What do you have to do all that crap for?" he demanded.
"It just makes it more exciting, baby," she explained.
Getting on the floor, Liz demonstrated. She went around the bedroom on all fours, making strange sounds.
"Have you gone whacky, mom?" he demanded.
"Of course not," she smiled. "I just want you to enjoy getting your ass fucked the most."
"All right, if it'll make you happy," he said, "I'll crawl around on the floor to get your fuckin' ass."
Before he could get on the floor, Liz got to her feet.
"We've got to use some good surgical jelly," she said, "and no more of this spitting in your hand and rubbing it on your cock. That isn't good at all. Carter says always use this jelly to help it slide in smoothly."
"All right, mom," he said, becoming disgusted with all of the preliminaries.
"I hope that's the last thing I have to do before I can get up your ass," he said disgustedly as he began squeezing the tube of surgical jelly into his hand so he could apply plenty of lubrication to his cock.
"Take it easy, baby," she said, "slow down. That's very important, especially when you enter my asshole."
She got on the floor and began crawling around. As she did so her young son, Brad, decided that he would add some music to the procedure. Turning on a rock station, he smiled at her.
"We'll fuck in time to this rock music," he grinned at her.
"We've got everything but the red lights," she said. "But I guess we can skip those this time."
He turned out the lamp beside the bed and it was dark now. With the sound of the rock music and no sight of his mother, he searched for her on all fours. Finally, he overtook her. Throwing his arms around her, he mounted her.
"Hold your ass still," he said as he eased his slippery cock up her tight anal opening.
"Ouch," she complained, "you're hurting me."
"If you'd hold still a minute," he said, "instead of wiggling all over the place, I could get this prick up your butt."
At last Brad drove his slippery cock up his mother's tight behind.
"Oh, wow!" he panted, as he pumped into her. "What an ass! You're nice and tight."
"Sure I am," she turned back to tell him, "that's because I haven't let everybody do it to me there."
"Feels fantastic," he said, as his balls slapped against her bare behind as she wiggled.
"Grab it," he told her, "grab my prick. Use your ass muscles."
Vigorously using the muscles in her behind he gave her son's sliding shaft a work-out that had him trembling with passionate pleasure.
"I can't stand it," he panted, "fuck. Fuck. Do you hear that music beat? Fuck to the music."
In the darkness the two of them enjoyed the rock music that provided excellent background fuck music.
"Fuck it," he panted, "fuck. Fuck. Twist it. Oh, ah, yes, yes!"
The thick, pulsating, stabbing cock exploded high up her rectum.
"I'm cuming," he cried excitedly, "oh, mom, I made it."
A steady stream of hot cum shot up her behind as he continued pumping in and out of her twisting asshole.
"Oh, ah, yes. Don't stop now. One more time!"
She squeezed his cock and churned her ass around one more time as her son completed climaxing.
Chapter 10
Pulling out of her behind, some of his cum dripped on the carpet.
"Turn that light on," she said, "I can't see where anything is."
He turned on the night stand lamp and saw a trail of white cum.
"That rock music added a lot of pleasure."
"It certainly did," she agreed. "Your father used to like to fuck to music, too. He was crazy about those African fertility drums."
"Never heard of them," he said.
"Aren't you taking Black History?" she asked. "African fertility drums are used all the time by the natives."
"No wonder they're restless so much of the time/' he said.
"Honey," she smiled, "you're dripping. Why don't you get in the bathtub and let mamma bathe you."
"I'm a big boy now," he said.
"That's why it would be more fun to bathe you, dear," she told him.
Liz was practical. While her young son was waiting for the tub to fill up she hastily took a washcloth to the sink and let some water fall into it so she could return and clean up his sperm.
Once she had the tub fairly full, she began washing him.
"This is silly, mom," he complained.
"No, it isn't, dear," she said. "Do you want to be like those dreadful hippies who never bather
"No," he said.
It gave him a feeling of chagrin and embarrassment as her great bosoms brushed over him as she bent over to wash his genitals.
"I can be licking your nipples while you're washing my cock," he said.
"If you want to," she smiled as he let his tongue sweep over her nipples and he sucked.
He was getting a hard-on in the tub as his mother fondled his balls and his cock.
"Why don't you pump it for me?" he smiled.
"I don't want to jack you off," she said. "I prefer sucking you off."
"I like that better, too," he smiled at her.
He enjoyed the sight of her hand going up and down in the water. It was obvious to him she was deriving a great degree of pleasure doing what she was doing.
"You got a beautiful body, mom," he told her.
"Thank you, son," she said softly.
It was evident to him that she was enjoying herself immensely. But he thought she was carrying it too far.
Finally, she released his penis and he got out of the tub and dried off. He went to bed that night and all he could think about was finding some young chick his own age. He was determined that he was going to get one to do things with him. He would have to keep it quiet from his mother. If he could tell her that he was going somewhere else maybe he could get by with it. Finally, he found a buddy at school he thought could be trusted. And that Friday he asked him confidentially, "Could you help me out?"
"How?" Alan demanded.
"This way," he said. "I want my mom to think I'm over at your place doing my school work."
"What are you gonna do?"
"I'm gonna be balling a chick," he told him.
"Who?" he asked.
"Can't tell you right now," he admitted.
"And why not?" he demanded.
"Because I haven't found her yet," he said.
"Well, there's Judy who lives next door to me, who gives great blow jobs for ten bucks," he said.
"How about eating her pussy?"
"That costs five more," he said.
"The price is right," he agreed. "But what does she look like? Is she an old wreck?"
"Not at all," he said, "she's a widow who lives next door and she likes young boys. But Judy charges. She has to earn a living some way."
"Great," he said, "I want to meet Judy."
"You come over to my place Sunday night around seven and I'll set it up."
"You're on the ball," he told him, "that is the kind of girl I need to meet. A girl who needs sex."
"She's not a girl," he admitted, "she's an older gal. Probably twenty-five or thirty, who knows? But it doesn't make any difference. She's built and she does everything."
"Lick ass, too?"
"That's twenty-five bucks," he said.
"Forget it," he told him. "I'll have to stick to cock-sucking and pussy-eating."
When Brad got home that afternoon he told his mother that he wanted to amount to something.
"I'm glad to hear you say this," she said. "Why all of this inspiration?"
"Alan," he said. Before he could finish his sentence his mother was on him.
"Have you fallen in love with Alan?" she demanded.
"Knock it off, mom," he said, "you look at everything from a sexual context."
"One has to these days," she said. "You can't be too careful. People are streaking all over the place, dykes are getting married and boys are finding lovers in other boys. I always say that a good mother will protect her son any way she knows how."
"You consider yourself a good mother?"
"Of course I do," she said. "Haven't I taken care of everything you need?"
"Including sex," he half-smiled.
"Certainly," she said, "at least I keep my pussy clean. That's more than can be said for some of the trash at the school where you go, dear."
She was getting acid-tongued now and he was bitter.
"Knock it off, mom," he said, "you sure like to knock other people, don't you?"
"Do I?" she smiled at him.
"You bet your ass you do," he said, "and I don't appreciate it. Alan is going to help me study the new math."
"Maybe I should go over there and learn something about the new math, too," she suggested.
Instantly, he recoiled. He knew that would never work.
"Look, dear," she said, "don't be absurd. There isn't any reason why your mother can't join you."
"Yes, there is," he said, "I gotta have some privacy."
"Privacy for you and Alan?"
"Knock it off," he said, getting angry, going to his bedroom, and slamming the door.
Half an hour later she called out to him.
"I've got some iced tea for you, honey," she said.
"You know I don't like iced tea," he said. "I dig chocolate milk."
"I know," she said, "but I don't think milk is good for everybody."
Sunday evening at seven, Brad went over to Alan's place. Alan was only too eager to introduce him to Judy.
"Let's split," he said, "Judy is dying to meet you."
He went next door and was jolted when he walked in to Judy's place and saw her sitting on a red velvet sofa, stark naked. Her red nipples matched the sofa perfectly. Her red lips were parted and it was obvious she was loaded.
"And who is this young lover?" she asked Alan.
"Meet Brad," he smiled.
"Come over here, Brad," she told him. "I want to meet you."
Brad went over to her and extended his hand. She didn't take his hand but instead unzipped his fly and pulled out his penis. She stroked it and pumped it.
"Glad to meet you," she smiled at the penis and, planting a kiss on its head, she nodded.
"He's not bad, but he has to pay, too," she said. "I've got to earn a living. I don't believe in being on welfare."
Immediately, he flipped a ten her way. And then she let her tongue lash lightly over the head of it. It was obvious to him that his buddy was getting a charge out of it. Alan, who had locked tiie door, was undressing.
"You're not going to have sex with me, too?" he laughed, as his buddy stripped and came over to where he was.
"No way," he said, "but when Judy finishes blowing your cock off, she's gonna eat mine, too."
Judy was sucking vigorously on young Brad's extended prick. Brad watched her mouth move the length of his cock and he delighted in her playing with his balls.
"Fuck it," he told her, "fuck. Keep it up. Fuck it."
The hot pleasure that swept through her body as Brad shoved his cock down her throat was increased when she reached for his belt and unfastened his pants. Apparently she wanted to get his pants and shorts off as well.
She had to move her mouth off his cock to pull down his shorts. As she did so she exclaimed breathlessly, "What a prick."
Brad was proud now and when his buttocks were bare and her hands were grasping his ass cheeks and her mouth was moving over the length of his penis, he reached down to guide her head.
"Suck it," he panted, "suck my cock off. That's how you do it, baby. Eat my dick. Suck it. Suck that cock. Keep sucking, baby. Suck it. Suck that cock."
Alan was getting so stimulated by hearing him ask his widow lover to eat his cock that he began jacking off. With one hand on his penis and the other cupping his balls, he pulled evenly in time to his buddy who was getting his cock blown.
"You're gonna get a big load," he promised her. "My balls are swelling. See them? Oh, baby, you're gonna love it. The cream is in there. Suck me. Suck it. Suck that dick."
The hot cream spurted out of his penis head as she finished the suck job.
When she slid her mouth off him she leaned back and laughed.
"I should pay for that," she laughed. "Some of the nicest cream I ever sucked out of a cock."
It pleased Brad to be complimented. And it didn't hurt him one bit to tell Judy what a great blow job artist she was.
"Got to hand it to you, Judy," he told her, "you sure know how to give cock sucks."
"That's quite a compliment," she smiled. "I imagine a good-looking well-hung young stud like you has had a lot of action."
"My share," he winked.
Alan wasn't going to wait any longer.
"All right," Judy said, "you're next."
Alan handed her five. This upset Brad.
"I thought the price of a cock suck was ten," he objected.
"If you bring someone," Judy explained, "it drops to five."
"I guess I'll have to go around school looking for horny guys, Judy," he said, "so I can bring them to you."
"I wish you would," Judy admitted. "What with inflation and all, I need all the blow job work I can get."
Suddenly, Judy went into a diatribe against the price of meat.
"I haven't had a steak in two weeks," she complained. "Those cattle men are complaining but I am, too."
"I want to feed you my meat right now," Alan insisted.
"Hold your balls," she said, "I know the whole world is one big meat market, but you don't have to rush me, do you?"
Alan had to watch how he handled the sexy widow. At times she could be difficult He didn't say another word and she began massaging his buttocks and opened her mouth as he slipped his cock shaft into her.
"Suck it, Judy," he panted, "suck. That's the way I like it. Let me rub it on the back of your throat."
Alan massaged the head of his shaft on the back of Judy's throat Grabbing her head, he guided her with forceful thrusts.
"Keep it up," he panted, "that's the way to do it All the way. Yes, gobble it"
It was a pleasure to see Judy with her mouth fall of his penis. He enjoyed seeing her cheeks sucked in as she prepared to swallow him.
"Eat me," he panted, "get the juice, Judy. That's how I like it Oh, use your tongue to tickle the end of it. Yes. More, baby, more. Like that Lash it"
Judy had her eyes closed as her hands continued massaging his ass cheeks and her tongue worked wonders with his penis shaft Finally, Alan couldn't stand it any longer and he rode his cock down Judy's throat as he exploded. Throwing his head back and forth as he unloaded, his buddy watched him as he panted, "Suck cock. Suck that cock. Suck that juicy cock!"
Pulling his penis out of Judy's mouth, he patted her on the head.
"You're mighty good, Judy," he told her.
"I hope you fellows are interested in some extras," she said. "My pussy is ready if your wallet is."
"I've got five bucks more," Brad said, "for your snatch."
"And what about you, Alan?" she asked him.
"That'll be two-fifty, won't it, Judy?" Alan asked cautiously.
"You know damn well eating my pussy is always five dollars," she complained. "You get a price on the cock suck when you bring someone. But the pussy price remains stable."
"If you say so," Alan agreed reluctantly, as he looked for his five bucks.
Judy stretched out on the sofa and parted her legs.
"Wide angle, like they say in the movies," she laughed as her young lover crouched over her vagina.
Gripping her thighs, he brought her pussy mound close to his lips. He remembered what his mother said about eating pussy slowly. With his passionate tongue wanting to stab into her and lick quickly, he half-rejected what his mother had said. She was always telling him to eat his meals slowly.
"Hurry up," Judy complained.
He got the idea from the way Judy was telling him to jab his tongue into her twat that maybe his mother was wrong. Maybe every woman didn't want her pussy eaten slowly. However, he got another idea as to why Judy wanted him to move quickly, when his buddy Alan who was pumping his prick at a fantastic pace, informed him, "Judy couldn't make a living if she let every guy take as long to eat her snatch as you want to."
Realizing this probably was the case, he didn't hold it against his mother for suggesting he lick slowly. Increasing the tempo of his tongue movements, he pleased her.
"Oh, keep it up," she panted, "yes, baby, yes. Now you're doing it. Over there to the right. Stretch your tongue farther. Now you're doing it. Oh, ah, yes, yes, baby. I'm almost there."
"Nibble her clit," Alan suggested.
Nibbling Judy's love button brought response. Suddenly her juices flowed.
"Leave some for me, Judy." Alan said, as he went on pumping his penis.
Judy told him not to worry, that the well wasn't going to run dry.
When he had finished eating, he pulled his tongue out of her and kissed her pussy.
"What was that for?" she demanded.
"A little love kiss," he told her.
"How crude," she said, "you couldn't give a damn about me. You just met me an hour ago."
"All right, I'm sorry," he apologized.
Alan was eager to get his rocks off.
"Why don't you jerk me, Judy, while I'm eating your snatch?" he asked her.
"You know that's a partial sixty-nine," she said, "and it costs more."
"Can't you break your price scale just once?"
"If I do it for you, I've got to do it for all the others," she explained. "I'm trying to be ethical."
Ethical Judy spread her legs again. And at this point her young lover, Alan, grasped her ass cheeks and moved his mouth tighter to her snatch.
"What're you waiting for?" Judy said.
It was getting disturbing to him to realize that Judy had gone so commercial. She used to let a customer have enough time to lick her without all of this fuss.
"I'm sorry," he said, giving her a disgusted look.
"Quit apologizing and start eating," Judy insisted.
The hot tongue licked quickly up and down her slit. Stiffening his tongue and stabbing into her vagina, she got more and more stimulated.
"Oh, baby," she panted, "that's the way I like it. Keep it up. Now you're doing it. That's what I want. Lick quick."
The tantalizing movements of the tongue swept inside and thrilled him to where he was trembling.
"Suck my pussy," Judy begged.
Reaching down, she held him pinned over her pussy.
"Way up there, lover," she said, "develop your tongue reach."
Alan's tongue action excited her.
"Fuck it," Judy begged, "fuck. That's it. Love me."
The hot tongue savagely whipped around her clit. Judy couldn't take it. She came in multiple orgasms.
"It's juicy pussy, baby," she said, "lick quick."
It was strange, Brad discovered, how much pleasure he could obtain watching his buddy's pink tongue pump in and out of Judy's twisting twat. He was getting a hard-on in spite of himself. He wondered if something was wrong.
"Suck it," she begged, "suck it. Oh, ah, yes, baby, yes. Over there. To the right. To the left. Oh, baby, nibble my love button."
Judy was tossing and turning in sexual ecstasy as her young lover finished eating her.
Pulling his tongue out of her snatch, he licked his lips.
"Do you want seconds?" Judy smiled.
"You know it," he told her.
"Later, baby," she said, "I have a couple more fellows coming to visit me in half an hour."
"I can get you off in half an hour," he said. "How slow do you think I am?"
"Sorry, baby," she told him, "it isn't that. It's just that I want to make sure I freshen up a bit. I make it a practice to always take a shower and take care of my snatch before a new customer arrives. It's part of my ethics."
"I don't even know the meaning of the word 'ethics,'" Alan told her, exasperated.
"I'm trying to demonstrate a little ethics for you," she said. "How would you like it if Judy didn't take care of herself before you arrived ?"
"I wouldn't like that at all," he shrugged, getting sick to his stomach as he thought about it.
"You see," she said, "that's ethical."
"I know somebody who uses different kinds of vaginal jelly that makes pussy eating a gourmet's delight. You know, strawberry, raspberry, lemon, lime, just like yogurt."
"Sure," she said, "a high-class can afford to buy all of those things. But my tricks don't pay me enough."
"Maybe we could bring our own jelly," Alan suggested.
"I should say not," she said. "I want that special pussy jelly. You know, the kind with the big P and the big J, Pussy Jelly."
It was obvious to both young men that Judy wanted them to leave.
"I hate to rush you off," she said, "but business is business."
It disgusted Alan to be forced out of Judy's pad.
"You're giving us the business," he told her.
"I've got to make a living," she said, "and if you don't get out of here I won't be able to take on those other two guys."
Chapter 11
Brad went home that evening and his mother asked him where he had been.
"I told you where I was," he insisted.
"Funny," she said, "but I dropped by Alan's place and you weren't there."
"Spying on me, were you?"
"No, dear," she said, "Alan's mother belongs to the same bridge club that I do. And I was dropping over to talk to her about next Wednesday's bridge club over at Cynthia Parker's place."
"I was going for a nature walk with Alan,"
he said, with a tinge of sarcasm."
"Something's happening to you," she said. "You never cared to go for nature walks with neighbor boys."
"Don't look at me like that," he said.
"I'm worrying about you," she said. "And don't think Alan's mother isn't worried, too. She says she found a batch of sex books in his room. All sorts of horrid pictures of naked girls spreading their legs. Some publication called The Beaver Book. A horrible encyclopedia of pussies."
"I'd like to buy me one of those Beaver Encyclopedias," he said, "it might come in handy on a lonely night."
"I'm going to have to buy you gloves," she said. "Don't you know it will stunt your growth if you pull your meat."
"I want you to take that sucking machine back," he said. "The damn thing nearly electrocuted my prick the last time I used it."
"I hope you filled out the warranty paper," she said. "That's the only way we'll ever get a refund for a new one."
"I don't want a new one," he said. "The thing is dangerous."
"What isn't these days?" she said. "Incidentally, there's a wild widow who lives next door to Alan's place. You weren't over there by any chance, were you?"
"Of course not," he lied.
"Just curious," she said, "as Alan's mother has informed me she's suspicious of her. It seems as though a trail of men are going in and out of her place, night and day. Two men, three men, single men. It's terrible."
"So what if she's spreading a little joy around in this world?" he said. "The way people are acting these days they need something to forget."
"If the world is about ready to blow itself up into bits," she exclaimed, "it's about time people did more important things than sixty-nining all over the place."
"How would you like to a sweet sixty-nine with me, mom?" he suggested.
"I don't think I want to," she said. "I can't trust you anymore."
"Come over here," he said, wrapping his arms around her.
"Don't try to pull that stuff on me," she said, "your father tried it before you. I was on to him, honey, and I'm on to you. When you've played around with some other woman, then you are smiling and acting your nicest."
"Would I be disloyal to you, mom?" he smiled.
"Of course you would, if you thought you could get by with it," she informed him flatly.
"That's true," he admitted.
"Who was she?" she demanded.
"That real nice widow," he told her.
"Nice widow, my ass," she said. "I hear she charges, too."
"The prices are reasonable," he said, "she does bargain basement business on a volume because she wants to compete in the fucking marketplace."
"I have never understood how a woman could sell her snatch," she said.
"Why not?" he said. "They sell it one way or the other. If you've got a lot of money in the bank, a nice job and a big car, you can get any pussy you want. It all depends on how gorgeous the dame is. The more money the more beautiful the pussy you can purchase."
"I don't like to hear you talk that way," she said, "I'm an idealist. When your father and I married each other all we had was our love."
"And when dad got some more money," her young son laughed, "he had every secretary he could get his hands on, didn't he?"
"Don't remind me," she said testily. "When I think of some of those cheap tramps that he played around with, it makes me want to throw up. And it cost him, too. Don't think it didn't. Those girls charge."
"Too bad he didn't get a chance to wack Judy a couple of times," Brad said.
"Maybe I could change my mind about that sixty-nine," she said. "That might tell the truth. If you could still get it up then I'm sure you haven't had sex with Judy."
"Oh, I'd be happy to prove it, mom," he said, "but I've got a real nice idea. How about applying some of that honey to my asshole and having you lick the honey out of my ass while I eat the honey out of your pussy?"
"I guess that would be fair," she said, "although I'm not sure. I think you ought to give me a little ass sucking action, too."
"If you want me to," he agreed.
Going to his mother's bedroom, he began undressing.
"Let's shower first," she suggested.
They got into the shower and she washed him. As she stroked his cock she noticed it was getting erect instantly.
"Either you're oversexed or you haven't had anything to do with Judy," she smiled.
He was becoming amused at the way that she was talking. He reached for the soap and began washing her bosoms.
"Easy does it," she said, as he pinched the nipple of her right breast.
"I get a kick out of that," he told her.
"I know you do," she said, "you're a sadist but I don't happen to be a masochist. I'm sorry."
"So am I," he told her, "I could whip your ass with a belt."
"Where do you get such ideas?" she said. "Certainly not around your home. I try to be a good example."
When they had finished showering, they got out and dried each other off and went back to the bedroom. The honey container was ready for both of them. Angling his body so he was even with her crotch, she raised her leg.
"Maybe you should prepare my ass for sucking as well as my pussy," she suggested.
"If you say so, mom," Brad agreed.
Taking the yellow plastic honey container, Brad gently pressed the plastic nozzle to her tight anal ring and squeezed.
"Oh, that feels so funny," she exclaimed.
Next, he slid it into her pussy.
"You're next," he said, throwing the plastic container to her to apply to his asshole.
Parting his ass cheeks, she slid the plastic nozzle of the honey container into his asshole and squeezed.
"Suck my sweet ass," he smiled at her.
She didn't say a word. Instantly, she went to her ass-licking activity. He loved the feel of his mother's tongue lapping lightly over his behind. When her hot tongue circled around his tight anal opening he could hardly wait for her to jab it in there. At the same time he was flicking his tongue at her asshole. He was thinking to himself that technically this could not be called a sixty-nine. Maybe it would have to be a seventy. For this was one step beyond sixty-nining. He loved to lick her behind while his was being sucked.
When she finished eating the honey out of his asshole, she licked all over his balls and pulled on his penis. At the same time, he slid out of her asshole, he whipped to her vagina and licked along her slit. He loved the sensation of her hand pumping on his pulsating penis. It was pleasurable indeed.
She was equally delighted to entertain him with her tongue lashing around his balls. It was surprising, he thought to himself, how well she could lick his balls. He wondered if Judy could do as well.
With his nose in her snatch as he let his tongue reach as far as it would go, he reached up to play with her bosoms. She loved the sensations of his hand on her breast as she let her tongue slide along the underside of his dick until she capped it with her mouth.
Letting her mouth slip over his shaft, she lightly let her tongue glide back and forth over the juicy head. They were experiencing wild and wonderful sensations at this point. Soon there was a double action. While she sucked on his cock, he ate her pussy. When she juiced, he pressed his lips tighter to her twat so he could devour every drop. Her juicing triggered his own climax. His balls tingled as the hot sperm spurted from his penis head and she gulped the cream greedily.
The steady stream of white shooting cum shot as she sucked vigorously and then whipped the cream around in her mouth, enjoying it. Finally she swallowed him.
When they pulled off each other's sex organs, he lay on his back and laughed.
"What are you laughing at, honey?" she asked him.
"I was just thinking what a funny thing it would be if dad would come home and catch us sixty-nining."
"He'd get his six-shooter and that would be the end of our sixty-nine/' she said grimly.
Just then the phone rang. She reached over and picked it up.
"Hello/' she began.
She shook her head and sighed as she listened to her sister tell her she planned to visit them.
"I don't know whether we have room or not/' she said.
"I thought you and your loyal husband were separated," her sister said.
"That is true," Liz admitted. "Perhaps we could have you for a week. Much as I would love to I don't see how we could have you here any longer, honey."
When she was through with the rattier dripping-with-love conversation with her sister, she hung up and looked at her son with disgust and rage.
"Who was that?" he demanded.
"That was your Aunt Valerie," she snapped.
"What about her, is she in jail?"
"No," she said, "she isn't. She wants to take a vacation. She's tired of doing her topless bit at a beer bar and her husband is about to leave her. He says she hasn't been loyal."
"Do you think he's right?"
"Of course he's right," she said, "Valerie never was loyal to anyone except a dog she had named Toby."
"Oh, I remember, that big German shepherd dog. Was she fucking with him?"
"She was giving exhibitions with Toby," she explained, "till they stopped her. Something about indecent performance."
"That's too bad," he said, "does she still have Toby?"
"Certainly she does," she said, "she's gonna keep him when they get a divorce, too. Somebody's got to take care of her."
"I wonder what she'll be like now," he said. "I haven't seen her in years."
"I don't want you alone in the house with her," his mother confided. "I couldn't trust her. Even though she's your aunt, she isn't above trying to involve you in sex. She's a nymphomaniac, among other things."
"How do you know that?"
"Clarence, her husband, used to always complain about that," she said. "He says that he can never count on her being alone in bed when he gets home late. It's been hard on him, too."
"Do you mean he had a hard-on cause he can't get into her?" he asked. "Or do you mean it's been difficult for him, mom?" "Both, no doubt," she replied. He didn't think any more about it until three days later when he got home from school one afternoon. There she was, sitting in all of her glory, in the living room.
"You shouldn't leave the front door open," she said. "Nobody was home and the front door was unlocked and I walked right in. If I was a bandit I could have robbed you."
"Who are you?" he asked, as he looked at the delicious-looking redhead with the ivory skin and green eyes.
"Hasn't your mother told you that I'm coming?" she asked. "I'm your Aunt Valerie."
"The topless dancer," he exclaimed.
"Is that more important than being your aunt?"
"In my book it is," he winked, as he went over to her and hugged her.
The moment he felt Valerie's big bosoms next to his chest he felt himself getting a hard-on.
"Relatives shouldn't hug so close," Valerie winked.
"Did you feel itt too?" he winked.
"How could I help it, honey?" she said. "That big thing between your legs was pressing like crazy against me. Don't ever tell your mom you hugged me like that or she would have twenty fits. She's always fearful that I'm go-
ing to seduce you."
"Would you?"
"Why not?" she told him.
"We'd better act fast," he said, " 'cause mom will be home any minute."
"Let's do it in your bedroom," she suggested slyly, "that will protect us in case she comes home and comes barging in here. I'd hate to have Liz find us in the act. She is so impossible."
"Let's go upstairs," he said, as he reached over and let his hands feel of her bosoms.
"Naughty, naughty," she winked as she followed him.
When they were alone in his bedroom, she grinned.
"I feel like I'm going to work, taking off my clothes," she said.
"Do you like your job?" he asked her.
"In a way," she said, "at least my breasts have a lot of freedom."
"Do any of those horny guys want to get in your pants?" he asked her.
"All the time," she said. "Itfs to be expected. I guess when a dazzling dame like me wiggles in front of their eyes and they're a little stoned, they can't help themselves."
"I can see what you mean," he smiled, as she got down to her panties.
"I think it's more romantic for the man to pull the panties off at this point," she said.
Dropping to his knees, he not only pulled her panties off but gripped her ass cheeks and stuffed his nose into her vagina as he started licking.
"Stop that,'" she said, "use a little finesse. You act like you've never had your tongue in a lady's twat before."
Pulling from her crotch, he got to his feet.
"Forgive me," he said, "I got carried away when I looked at your delicious box."
"I can understand how you could, dear," she admitted, "but you just have to control yourself."
Going over to the bed, she spread for him. Then she told him that she felt it was silly for them to do it that way.
"Baby-doll," she said, "you straddle me so that I can rub your ass and suck your cock. It's a perfect position if you face the other way."
Facing the other way, he straddled her. Then he gripped her ass cheeks and buried his head once more in Valerie's snatch.
"Why, Valerie," he exclaimed as his tongue slid into her vagina, "I taste lemon."
"I come prepared," she said. "It's the latest thing. It makes the pussy more palatable."
Her hands were all over his behind now as she intoxicated him with her finger movements. Reaching for his cock she began stroking him.
"What a big dick you've got, honey," she said. "I hope your balls are loaded. I need some nourishment."
Slipping her mouth over his penis, she began sucking. He loved the feel of her mouth on his penis. However, he felt a bit guilty. He knew that his mother would have a fit if she knew he was doing it with her sister. After all, he was committed to confine his sexual activity to her.
"Suck my cock off," he said, taking his tongue out of her vagina a moment.
The torrid duo continued their erotic journey into each other's sex organs as he went back to licking her lemon snatch. He developed a rhythm with his tongue and matched his tongue jabbing rhythm with his cock stabs into her mouth. Her lips gripped him tightly as she closed her eyes and sucked. Her hands massaged his behind as she felt his balls bouncing on her chin while his cock pumped into her mouth with vigor.
Chapter 12
From the way that Valerie sucked his cock he could tell she was more of a professional than his mother was. It bothered him to think that perhaps his skill was lacking somewhat. He determined to give her action she would never forget. Slyly dipping his finger into her juicy vagina, he found lubrication to jab his finger up her asshole. The double sensation of getting her ass fucked while her cunt was being eaten caused her to decide that he deserved more pleasure, too.
Easing a finger into his asshole, she mas-
saged his prostate gland. His balls became larger as his penis extended down her throat. Valerie loved the pumping rhythm. She had been in this position almost as much as she had been in an upright position doing her topless dance. For she doubled doing hustling and topless dancing. The balls bouncing on her chin appealed to her. The aroma of his genitals intoxicated her. Their passions got them to sweating. As their sweaty bodies slapped against each other, racing toward a steamy climax, she could hardly wait to taste him. Valerie had developed a real thing about sperm. She preferred younger men. They had the choice sperm. The thickest, the creamiest and the most delicious. She could hardly wait for his balls to spit the sperm out of his penis head.
Priding himself on his ability to use his finger and his tongue effectively to excite her, he couldn't help observe how she was wiggling all over the bed. Indeed it did make it more difficult, but he was delighted that she was this stimulated and excited.
Suddenly, he felt her starting to climax. That was the time to nibble at her clit. Lashing her clitoris, he bore down with his teeth. She howled with delight as she felt herself gushing.
"Suck my pussy, baby," she panted, "suck me, baby. Oh, ah, eat my snatch!"
Meantime, his slippery cock head was about to explode. This worried Valerie as she felt a drop of crystal cum fall on her cheek. Grabbing his cock, she hastily tucked it back in her mouth and began sucking.
The thrusting prick continued driving into her mouth and down her throat as her young stud lover came closer to climax. Finally, the big prick exploded. Hot jets of creamy cum surged down her throat. It stimulated and intoxicated her as the cum was thick and delicious.
As their panting bodies continued giving each other thrilling sensations, they massaged each other's buttocks while they held on to each other's sex organs.
Finally, she slipped her mouth off, coming up for air.
"What a load you had in those balls, baby," she said. "I haven't had a cock suck like that since I took on a couple of teenagers."
"Do you have sex with kids, too?" he asked her.
"What the hell do you think you are, baby?" she smiled. "You're just a kid of sixteen, seventeen. That's why your sperm tastes so good.
You need to be sucked at that age an awful lot."
He lay there looking at her and smiling.
"Why are you smiling at me?"
"I'd like to fuck your asshole," he told her.
"That is not to be screwed," she complained. "There are some things I just don't do. I have principles."
"Please let me," he said. "I know how to do it so it won't hurt you."
"You've got to be kidding," she said. "A great big cock like yours would hurt anybody's asshole. I'm sorry."
Even though he begged, Valerie would not give in.
Just then they heard a car drive up. Jumping to his feet he went to the window and looked down in the driveway. Sure enough, his mother was unloading some groceries.
"Mom is here," he exclaimed.
"Oh, damn it," she said, "Liz better not catch us like this. I'll get dressed in a flash."
Going into the dressing routine at such speed indicated to him that this was routine with her. Hurrying down the stairs she greeted her sister at the door by throwing her arms around her.
"Liz, baby," she exclaimed, "so good to see you, darling. You're looking wonderful."
"Your face is flushed," Liz observed.
"I'm so thrilled to see you again," she hastily told her.
A moment later Brad came down the stairs. Everything was all right except one thing. His fly was still open. It upset Valerie so much she wanted to rush over and pull up his zipper. She knew she didn't dare. Liz would instantly know what had happened.
"How long have you been home?" she asked, focusing her eyes directly on Brad.
"Just half an hour," he said. "Valerie was here when I came."
"I wondered," she said. "Remember we swim with our swim suits on."
"Why are you telling him that?" Valerie asked curiously.
"Sometimes Brad has the idea that it is all right to take a dip without his swim trunks. He likes to run around in the nude."
"So do I," Valerie said. "At the bar I got used to running around braless. I figured when I got home why didn't I take the panties off, too."
"Don't do that around here," Liz objected. "I have a perfect respect for your art. However, I don't think it would be appropriate, if you know what I mean."
"There's nothing wrong with a woman's naked body," Brad said, shaking his head and smiling.
"There is something wrong with you running around with your fly open," his mother observed caustically.
"Oh," he said, glancing down and zipping up. Valerie shrugged and sighed heavily.
"Maybe I came home just in time," his mother said. "I thought I'd take you out to eat tonight, honey. A little place called New Orleans Patio. Would you like to go?"
"Sounds delicious," Valeries said excitedly, "I worked in the French Quarter once. I did a little number in one of those blues cafes. It was a lot of fun but I got too many propositions and I'm not that kind of woman."
"Sure you're not," Liz said, with heavy suspicion. "That's why your husband trusts you."
"Don't bring him into this," she said. "I am seeing how heavenly it is without him. Let's hope he doesn't follow me here. I want to be free. He wants me to earn money and just because I don't care to be somebody's secretary and type a few hundred words a minute, he gets upset. I happen to be an artistic dancer. There isn't a reason in the world why I shouldn't wiggle my hips a little and bare my breasts for the boys. Give them a break."
"Don't put on a demonstration of your dancing for Brad. I've tried very hard to protect his morals."
"I'm sure you have," Valerie said as she picked up her suitcase and asked, "Where do I go?"
"I'd hate to tell you," Liz said flatly.
"I can sleep on the sofa," she said, "if it's any bother for you to fix up a bedroom. I wouldn't bother you for worlds. But you remember the last time you separated from your husband, you did visit me. And it caused quite a bit of bother as I have such a small apartment. Nevertheless, I did all in my power to make you feel at home, didn't I, Liz?"
Liz had to agree that her sister had indeed remembered her when she was separating from her husband the last time.
"I'll put you up in the guest room," she said. "All I have to do is change the sheets."
"I can change them, Liz," she said, "you'll be busy enough getting dinner."
"Pm taking you out," Liz reminded her.
It was becoming evident to Valerie that there was something strange about Liz's jealousy about her son. She wondered whether or not Liz was using her son to satisfy her sexual cravings. She had heard quite a few times from Liz's separated husband that she required plenty of sex.
"I'll bet you miss your husband," she smiled.
"In a way," Liz admitted. "In another way, I don't."
A few moments later, Liz showed her to the guest room. She handed her the sheets and let her change them. In the meantime, Liz came to her son and said she wanted to see him alone in her bedroom.
"Mom," he objected, "we can't do anything now."
"I don't want to see you in my bedroom for that reason," she assured him.
"Oh, that's a relief," he said, "because I couldn't satisfy you and satisfy her, too."
"What do you mean her, too?" she asked.
"I mean she expects us to have a certain moral standard, doesn't she?" he demanded.
"Oh, I see, that's the way you meant it," she said. "For a minute I thought you wanted to make out with her, too."
"You've got a dirty mind, mom," he told her.
When they were alone in her bedroom she said some things that were a bit shocking to him.
"Valerie is an oxersexed woman," she said, "and you've got to be awfully careful. I would wear swim trunks that conceal your penis. If she caught sight of that huge cock of yours pushing the nylon material of your trunks out, I don't know what she would do. She might even reach in and feel of you."
"That's awful," he said.
"It certainly is," she said. "Valerie has been a real problem for all of us. Her husband simply can't satisfy her. She forced him to bring other men home from work to take care of her. But that wouldn't do. She had to get this job as a topless performer so she could have sexual opportunities. Her carnal cravings are beyond belief. She has taken on four, five and six men I heard."
"That's remarkable," he said. "I'd like to do a term paper on her for sex education class."
"Don't you ever tell anybody about your Aunt Valerie," she said. "She's the black sheep of the family."
"I know that," he said, "but I wouldn't name her."
"Your teacher might get suspicious," she said. "If he liad any inkling that it was your own aunt who was the nympho, our reputa-
tion would be ruined."
"You value reputation an awful lot, don't you, mom?"
"Certainly I do," she said, "that's why I want to keep our sex so secret, son."
There was some strange compulsion passionate pull that young Brad exerted over his mother. All at once, she reached out and groped him. It annoyed him to have her do this. Nevertheless he recognized she had a compulsive need to feel of him.
"Wish we had time for a quickie before dinner," she suggested.
"That's all we'd need," he said, "for Valerie to catch us. Forget it. You'll have to wait until after Valerie has gone to sleep at night. Then I can sneak into your room and ball you."
"Sounds exciting, honey," she said, "but we've got to be very careful. Valerie could always go to dad. You know how I would fare in a divorce court if the terrible truth came out. They'd throw the book at me. When they finished taking everything away, they'd probably send me away."
"Where, mom?" he asked. "A jail or a mental hospital?"
"I don't know which would be worse," she said. "They say that the jails are full of dykes. And the mental hospitals aren't much better."
"It's an awful world," he observed. "It's really tough to be normal. I don't know what will ever happen to us, mom."
"We'll find our way, son," she said. "I've been doing a lot of thinking. I think we should sell the house and make a move."
"Where would you like to go?" he asked.
"How about New Orleans?" she smiled, her eyes lighting up as she thought about all of that excitement that that Southern city contains.
"I'd like that," he said. "Maybe I would grow up if I met some of those chicks in the French Quarter."
"Always got your mind on sex, haven't you?" she complained.
"Knock it off, mom," he told her, "I've got to grow up sometime. You can't keep me a baby forever."
"I don't want to keep you a baby forever, son," she said, "don't think that way. I love you, dear, and all I want is your happiness. Can you understand that?"
"Do you mean it, mom?" he asked her. "If I find a chick down there that I want to ball with you won't make a big fuss."
"Not at all," she said, "because that's a year away. You graduate from school in a year. Then we'll make the move."
"Do you think dad will agree to your selling the place and us moving?"
"One year from now he can't get custody of you, nor can I. You are free to do as you will. I know you want to follow me."
"Yes, I do," he said, halfheartedly.
His eyes were looking off as he began thinking about what he could do with independence.
"Who are you thinking of?"
"Don't bug me," he said. "Can't I have a thought without your knowing what it is?"
"I'm sorry," she sighed, "if I sound overly possessive, baby, it's because I love you too much."
"That's just it, mom," he said, "you mustn't love me too much. You'll never let me develop."
"Develop?" she said softly. "What do you mean develop?"
"I mean be on my own. I've got to get my own place. I can't keep relying on you. Don't you understand? You've got a life to live and so have I."
"I thought we loved each other?" she said. "That's why I got you the car. That was why I wanted to give you half of what dad gives me. That is, providing you testify against him."
"Testify?" he asked, puzzled by her statement.
"Yes," she explained, "I've consulted an attorney. It is imperative that you testify in my behalf."
"I don't think I could get up there in the witness stand and talk against dad," he said.
"If it would mean a lot to you financially, I think you could," she insisted.
Appealing to his sense of greed worked.
"He hasn't been too fair with us, has he, mom?"
"Certainly not," she exclaimed, "and all I want to do is bring about a little justice. If people can't have justice in this world what use is living?"
"You're right," he agreed.
It was becoming obvious to him that his mother had mapped out his future. In a way he liked it and in a way he was disturbed.
"You don't mind if I have suggested where we move, do you?"
"No, mom," he agreed. "If you want to go to New Orleans so bad, that's all right."
It was obvious to her that he was troubled. Instantly, she thought she had to seize on some-
thing to lure him.
"You can trade that old car in and get a new one," she suggested.
"Can I really?" he asked. "Any kind I want?"
"Any kind you want," she smiled. "You've been through terrible traumas with your father and I getting a divorce. You deserve a break, son."
"Oh, mom, I can't thank you enough," he said enthusiastically as he saw a shiny new sports car in his future.
"When will you get the divorce?" he enthused.
"Just as soon as I can," she said. "I'm meeting with the lawyer on Tuesday. Weil go over all of the details, then at the proper moment I will bring you in so you can testify."
"Whatil I have to say exactly?"
"Just tell about the times he came home stoned out of his mind and talked about other women."
"That'll be easy," he laughed. "Dad was always playing around with other women."
"I knew you would have no difficulty telling the truth about what he did. His conduct was appalling. It would be terrible if you would stand up for your father, considering how he treated both me and you. He spent money on others that should have been spent on us. I can never forgive him. You should have had that car long ago."
Appealing once more to her son's greed, she was scoring.
"Now that you mention it, mom," he said, "I can see how right you are."
"I thought you would," she agreed.
Suddenly, Valerie came into the room.
"Hope I'm not being talked about," she said.
"Why would I say anything negative about you ?" Liz asked her sister.
"You never can tell," she said. "You have always resented the fact that I was a topless performer."
"I wasn't proud of it," she said, "and I wish you would quit talking about it."
"I don't see anything wrong with a gal supplying a few kicks to guys who want to come in and look at her."
"As long as it is confined to looking," Liz said, with a tinge of sarcasm in her tone.
"You trying, to say something?" Valerie shot back.
"Why no," she said, "why would you ever think that?"
"It's obvious to me that you are trying to knock me," Valerie said angrily. "And I won't have it."
"Take it easy, baby," she said, "you're sensitive. A girl who works at a bar doesn't have much of a reputation. However, I'm sure there are a few fine girls who do work in such places. However, temptation is always near."
"I don't give in to temptation," Valerie said proudly. "I don't have to. Just a glimpse of me is enough for all of them."
"Certainly," she said. "Are you putting on weight, Valerie?"
"I'm taking it off," she said.
"Well, you could loose a few pounds," Liz said testily.
She was going at her hammer and tong and made Valerie suspicious that she had personal motivation. A horrible thought struck her. Was her own sister playing with her son? This would be tragedy beyond belief. Valerie felt it was all right to play with him as long as she was his aunt. However, for Liz to have sex with him was unthinkable.
Chapter 13
In the days that followed, Valerie seemed to gain delight in discussing with young Brad his sexual encounters.
"I do hope you have a good sex life," Valerie told him. "It's important."
"I know it is, Val," he said.
"As a matter of fact," she said, "you should be going steady. Have you found a girl in school that you'd like to go steady with?"
"I haven't yet," he admitted, "but I'm looking."
"Good," she said, "it's my opinion that every young girl and boy should find someone that they can relate to."
"I agree, Valerie," he told her.
It was impossible for Liz not to hear what her sister was saying to her son. It disturbed her as she had visions of him going to school and deciding to date and go steady with the first available girl. More than that, she was insanely jealous. Coming into the living room, she commented crisply, "I think Brad is old enough to take care of his own life, don't you?"
"A little coaching from the wings never hurt anybody, did it?"
By this time Liz was so burned up she figured she would give Valerie a piece of her mind.
"If you don't mind my saying so, baby," she told her, "there isn't a reason in the world why you have to perform those topless dances."
"I have to make a living like everybody else," she said.
"If you think grinding your butt and throwing your tits around all day is easy, honey, you've got another thing coming. Those guys stare at you like they are going to orgasm. It's a job, baby, that's all."
"I wish you wouldn't talk that way in front of Brad."
"Don't worry about me, mom," he said, "I've lived a little You know that."
Brad said that in an accusing way. And it did bother her.
Realizing that he was becoming a target for the two women, he decided to get out of there.
"I've got to clear out of here and get to school," he said. "I'll be late."
"Have a good day," Valerie called after him, "and don't forget what I said."
Once he was gone, Liz lit into her sister.
"How dare you come here and tell my son he ought to find a girl?"
"You're trying to baby him," Valerie said crisply. "Jealous mothers cause more problems in this old world. My husband had a jealous mother. She wanted to baby him. He was at her beck and call. Watching those two kiss and slobber was enough to make me vomit."
Liz couldn't understand why her sister all of a sudden was taking such enormous concern over her relationship with her boy.
"It's strange," she said, "that all of a sudden you pop into our lives and are telling us how to live them."
"I want to be helpful," she said.
"The best help you could give either of us,"
Liz told her honestly, "is if you'd buzz off."
"That's a fine thing to say," she said crisply.
"It's the truth," she said. "I know how to take care of myself."
"And your marriage went on the rocks, didn't it?"
"It wasn't because of me," Liz countered quickly. "It was because of my philandering husband."
"Frigid women often have philandering husbands," her sister smiled smugly.
"Are you trying to tell me something?"
"If the shoe fits," Valerie said, shrugging and getting to her feet. "I'm going shopping today, honey. I'll probably be back late tonight. I have some friends in town that I haven't seen and they asked me over to dinner."
"Stay as long as you please," Liz told her.
Once Valerie was out of the house, Liz heaved a sigh of relief. She figured she had better go shopping and get some fillet mignon steaks and other goodies her son would enjoy, to lure him back into her love nest. It was obvious Valerie was posing problems. All this crap talk, she thought to herself, about a boy his age going steady was disgusting. Valerie would have to try to wreck everything.
In the meantime, her young son was having some difficulties at school. He was trying to get acquainted with a honey-haired blonde who was very popular. Nancy looked at him and told him frankly, "I'm not interested. Why don't you find someone who likes you. I am just about ready to go steady."
Steady. That word hit him with sharp impact.
"How about going steady with me?" he asked.
Suddenly, seizing an opportunity to torment her boyfriend into making his decision to go steady with her, Nancy decided it might not be such a bad idea.
"How nice of you to ask me, Brad," she smiled. "I can consider it."
"Great," he said. "Let me know when you are ready."
"I'm ready," she said, almost bowling Brad over.
"Gee that'll be great," he exclaimed. "You don't know how much this means to me."
"And you don't know how much it means to me," she smiled smugly.
As they walked hand in hand back to the next class, Brad felt it had been his lucky day. He couldn't wait to get home and tell his Aunt Valerie how he had lucked out.
In the meantime his girl, Nancy, was delighted. She could hardly wait to tell her boyfriend who had refused to go steady with her that she had finally found someone. She was sure she could apply pressure on him to get what she wanted now. She was delighted that young Brad had been her convenient pawn.
When Brad got home from school that afternoon he could hardly wait to tell his mother the news.
"Good news, mom," he said, "I'm going steady already."
"You're what?" Liz gasped, as she looked at him.
"I'm going with Nancy," he said, "you know who I mean, Nancy Bradford. That cute little blonde with the big blue eyes. I asked her and she accepted."
"That poisonous influence of Valerie," she complained. "As long as you don't have sex with her. You don't want to get her pregnant. And if she'll go that steady with you maybe she'll go that steady with someone else and you might get something you didn't bargain for, too."
"Oh, mom," he complained, "you're acting awful."
"Son, let's go for a dip," she suggested, "and
I've got a wonderful dinner for us tonight. Your Aunt Valerie will be gone, thank goodness." "Did she take off?"
"No such luck," Liz told him, "she's having dinner with friends tonight. That leaves us alone."
Brad didn't know whether he liked it or not. He began undressing, getting ready to go out and swim. Going to his room he completed undressing and then he strode naked down the stairway and across the living room and out to the pool. When he got to the pool he was surprised to see his mother lying on a beach-towel, her legs spread, absorbing the sun.
"Say, mom," he said, "you sure got out here quick today."
"I'm so happy we can be together again," she said, "without outside interference."
Brad dove into the pool and she watched him as he went from one end of the pool to the other.
"I'm coming in, too, honey," she told him.
She got into the pool with him and then he met her at the far end and wrapped his arms around her. He began pressing his penis against her and she got stimulated.
"Let's go up to the bedroom," she smiled.
Going to the bedroom was a pleasure. Brad was horny and anxious to get his rocks off. Lying back on the bed he looked at his mother as she prepared to make love to him.
"Son," she smiled, "I want to give you the good old suck and fuck action."
The first thing she did was crouch at his crotch and grasp his bare behind. Burying her face in his buttocks she let her tongue sweep out and lick at his anal opening. The young boy loved the hot lapping tongue twirling around his asshole.
"Suck ass for me," he panted, "suck my asshole, mom. Keep it up. Yes, mom. I want you to suck it out."
Stiffening her tongue she stabbed it up his rectum. Then reaching for his cock she began pumping him.
"Oh, wow!" he panted. "That is too much. Keep jerking my prick. Lick my ass. Tongue fuck it. Oh, mom, that's wild. Stick it way up my asshole. I love that."
From the way that his body was twisting and writhing in sexual ecstasy it was no secret to Liz that her son enjoyed what she was doing. She was going to pull him away from his steady girl friend if it was the last thing she did. She would do it with her tongue, invading his tight asshole. She could do it with her tongue lashing at his testicles, and her mouth sucking on the head of his cock. She could give him more action than any chick at school could.
"Lick my prick," he panted, "lick it, mom. Put your mouth over it. Suck my cock off."
He was throwing his legs out now and bringing them back to embrace her as she slipped her mouth over his penis shaft.
"Quick," he panted, "suck it off. Suck that juice out."
Just as the hot sperm was about to explode, the door opened. Valerie stood there with a grim smile on her face.
Pulling out a small camera, she began taking flash pictures. Neither of them noticed. When she had completed her picture taking, she stood there waiting.
"Suck it off," he panted, "suck the juice, mom. Suck it. Eat it."
Her cheeks sucked in and her eyes were closed as she devoured her son's creamy cum.
The moment she slipped off she caught sight of her sister, Valerie.
"How dare you invade our privacy?" she demanded angrily.
"Well, well," Valerie said, "so you're seducing your own son? You ought to be ashamed of yourself. These pictures will come in handy at the divorce trial."
"Who put you up to this?" "Your husband, honey," she said, "and he paid me one thousand dollars."
Saying no more, Valerie turned around. She stalked out before either of them could follow her.
"I'll kill her," Brad said as he ran to the door.
However, when he saw that she was in her car and gunning it down the highway, he had to stop. He was still bare-ass naked. Going back to the bedroom, he noticed the bathroom door was locked and his mother was quiet.
"Mom," he called to her, "what are we gonna do now?"
When she still didn't answer, he banged on the door.
"Open up, mom," he said, "we've got to discuss this. That bitch has pictures of us. I don't want pictures in court proving I'm a mother fucker."
Still no sound followed his loud talk.
He banged with such fierce force that he thought the door would break. When it wouldn't open, he used his full body force. Finally, it did open and there she was, lying on the floor. Her wrists were slashed and there was a pool of blood.
"Mom," he gasped excitedly, "what have you done?"
Barely able to utter a sound, she whispered, "I'm sorry, baby. It's better . . . better I go."
Looking at her with tears streaming down his cheeks, he held her close to him.
"I love you, mom," he whimpered, "I loved you too much."
The sordid details of her death were brought out in a closed court session. His father looked at him with distain and disgust and Valerie was nowhere to be found. However, her pictures were very much there and were used.
The judge looked at him and shook his head.
"There are things so disgusting sometimes," he said, "that it's difficult to know how or what to do."
The words were like a dagger through his heart. But Brad knew he had but two choices, to live or die. And painful as it was, he prepared himself for the task of living.
