There are many kinds of sex that are possible, but not permissible. One of these is any sexual contact between mother and son. The young mother around whom our story revolves found herself trapped into a burning lust for her own boy. And it was this lust that drove her into imagining that her son resembled a prince. She had seen a photograph of a prince that did bear some resemblance to her boy. But she let her imagination run away with her, and soon she was eager for sex with him. He'd always gone around the house nude or in his shorts, and when he got to be fifteen and sixteen, she hadn't curbed this conduct.
It was unfortunate for her that she hadn't, for, very shortly, she was eager to have sex with him. And did. But the problems that followed their first sexual encounter were enough to make an old ,woman out of her.
Once her son got his first taste of sex-he wanted more. His sexual appetite couldn't seem to get satisfied. And a pattern emerged in his life of constant sexual activity until he was indeed headed in a dangerous direction.
However, her son had so much "goods on her" that she was in no position to countermand his activity. Therefore, she decided that the only sensible thing for her to do was to go along with him, in the hopes that he'd sour on the series of sexual affairs he was getting into.
However, her strategy worked in reverse. For the more sex the young boy got, the more he wanted. And thus a dangerous pattern was set in motion. And it didn't stop until she was caught-but by then it was too late to save herself from the sexual quicksand that she had stepped into, that was sucking her down to her own destruction.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
Pamela Hayes looked at her husband, Raymond. Raymond didn't look up from reading the newspaper.
"Listen to me," she said, "and listen good. My son, Neil, is going to have the things he needs. I'm sick and tired of you thinking of him as a child. He needs a new car. Desperately. And I'm going to see to it that he gets it."
"He's too young for a car," her husband complained quickly. "Why, I was nineteen years old before I had a car."
"That's too bad," she said. "Things have changed a lot, dear, since you were a young boy. Don't forget it."
"I'm going to be late for work," he said, rising and tossing the paper aside.
"Well, that's too bad, isn't it?" she said acidly. "I asked you for a few moments to discuss your son, our son, and you don't have time. You're too busy looking at the stock page."
"Well, the stocks are falling every day," he said, "and that means a lot to me."
"Apparently, it means everything to you," she said angrily. "And your family means nothing."
"Goodbye dear," he said as he charged out the door. "Catch you later."
"You going to be home for dinner, honey?" she called after him.
"I don't think so, darling," he said. "I've got a business conference tonight."
"Yes," she said, "you always have a business conference late at night."
He didn't bother to look at her. He was too busy doing his thing. Getting into the car he gunned the engine and hurried off. She was becoming increasingly disgusted as she saw how her son was neglected. That afternoon, when her husband called to say he was going out of town on a two-week business trip, she really burned up.
Miami was a beautiful place. However, without a car young Neil couldn't enjoy it.
"Oh, Mom," he complained. "I can't go anywhere. I want to go over to Coral Gables. But I can't."
"What's over at Coral Gables?" she asked.
"This girl that used to live here," he explained. "Well, don't tell me you can't find a lovely girl in Miami," she said.
"But I like her," he said.
"Honey, at your age you like them all."
"I do, Mom," he said. "But this girl was just ready to-"
That startled his mother. She looked at him and said, "What are you talking about?"
"I mean, I was just going to make her, Mom."
"Make her?" she asked him startled.
"I think we need a little talk, Neil," she said angrily. "This is really outrageous. I don't see how you think you're old enough to carry on like this. You're just a child."
"Am I?" he asked his mother.
"Why, yes, darling," she said. "And I won't have you running around, like this. Next thing I know, you'll want to be drinking."
"You're living in the Dark Ages, Mom," he told her, abruptly. "Grow up."
"Don't talk to your mother like that," she said. "Remember I am your mom."
She looked at him and said, "Son, I think I ought to talk to you a little about sex."
"What about sex?" he smiled.
"Well, there's a lot you ought to know," she said. "For example, I want to tell you something that happened to my brother."
"Which one?" he asked.
"Peter," she said. "Peter had his problems. And we never can forget it. For one thing, he liked to play around with vulgar women."
"What kind of women are vulgar?" he asked furiously.
"Well, the kind who'll give a man sex at any time," she said. "That's vulgar."
"Introduce me to some," he suggested with a sly smile.
"That isn't funny," she said. "Peter was going with the town tramp, and she offered him herself free. And then, no more had he put it in her than she was pregnant. Just like that!"
"And?" Neil asked, sitting down and looking at his mother with a startled frown on his face.
"Well, he had to support the children. She had twins, of course."
"Oh, no," he said. "Are those kids of his bastards?"
"That isn't a nice word," she said.
"But is it the truth?" he asked.
"Truth has nothing to do with it," she said, tightly. "I'm worrying now about you. You aren't making sense, darling. You see, it's a terrible thing when a woman plays around and she doesn't even know who the father is. And that is what happened to Aunt Harriet. '
"Too bad," he said. "He should've used a rubber."
"What do you know about rubbers?" she asked. "I know it's like wearing a raincoat when you're screwing."
"So, I guess you've had sex."
"Not much," he admitted. "I wish I had."
"What do you mean?" she asked.
"Well, I paid five bucks to have this hooker blow me. And I wore a rubber v and it wasn't any good. But she said she had to do it to keep her mouth clean."
"How nauseating," she said, angrily. "And that is your only experience with sex?"
"Yes, it is," he said.
"How disgusting and revolting," she said.
"Well, you know, Mom," he explained nervously, "any young boy wants to see a naked woman. It's just natural."
"Is that so?" she said, abruptly.
"Yes, that's so."
"Well, don't you see enough of the girls at the beach with those bikinis?"
"But that's not everything," he insisted.
"No, of course not," she admitted. "But isn't it enough?"
"No, absolutely not," he told his mother, tightly. "I want to see those big, juicy tits. I want to see the pussy. You can't blame me, can you?"
"I'm not trying to place blame," she said. "But I really am getting disgusted. It is becoming quite obvious to me the way that you're talking that you aren't worthy of being called my son."
"Well, Mom," he said, "you and Dad used to go to a nudist colony. You didn't think anything wrong about running around in the nude, did you?"
"Well, no, son, now that you mention it, that's true," she admitted.
Then he looked at her and startled her.
"Today, when we go swimming in the afternoon, would you strip for me and let me look at you? Then I wouldn't have to run around trying to get a look at these other women."
"Well, why wouldn't you?" she asked, wondering how his mind thought.
"Well, I'd know what it looks like. That's all it is. I'm just curious. That little hustler that blew me for five bucks didn't even let me look at her. I was really disgusted."
"Well, you're propositioning me."
"I'm not," he said. "I'm just talking to you about one thing. About your view on nudity."
"Well, dear, I am a nudist, and if running around in the buff will help, I will. But I don't know what people will think."
"Nobody's going to see us," he said. "We've got a high wall back here. We don't have anything to worry about."
As the morning sun streaked across the backyard, she admitted to him that it would indeed be fun to take a dip. And so, mother and son were soon swimming in the nude. As she pulled out of the pool, he got a good look at her.
"Wow, Mom," Neil smiled, "what a nice pair of tits you've got."
"You shouldn't talk that way to me, dear," she said. "I said you could casually observe me, but I don't want any of this sexy talk."
"Why, Mom?" he smiled. "Could I turn you on?"
She glanced down at Neil's dangling cock, which was lengthening. She looked at it apprehensively and said, "Maybe this isn't such a good idea."
"Yes it is, Mom," he said. "It's only natural for it to lengthen when it sees something. It has eyes."
"Is that so?" she smiled. "Well, baby, I don't want you trying to get me hot for you."
"Would I do a thing like that?" Neil smiled, mischievously.
"I don't know about you," she said. "Judging from the size of that thing between your legs, it could be a dangerous weapon."
"Oh, Mom," he laughed. "It is. But don't you worry about it."
She was becoming more and mote stimulated as she saw the huge prick.
"Well, I guess I could massage it a little."
"Let's go in the house, Mom," he suggested.
He could see that she was becoming intrigued with him. By the time they got in the house, she had changed her mind.
"You know, baby," she said, "I really shouldn't do this. I was just thinking that people wouldn't understand. I feel too close to you. Your penis is your own, and it's not your mother's to play with."
"Don't be difficult, Mom," he smiled. "I want to do it."
"Darling," she said, "you're being impossible."
"No, I'm not," he insisted. "I just want you, and I want you bad."
He lay on the bed and she suggested, with a smile on her face, "Baby, if I just massaged you, that might be enough."
She got some baby oil and put it into her hands, and he lay down on the bed. Soon she was rubbing down the nerve centers of his spine.
"Oh, that feels good," he told her. "Keep doing it."
He was really enjoying himself now, and so was she.
"Oh, I just love the way you're doing it, honey," he said. "Keep doing that. Oh, Mom. That feels groovy. Keep it up."
His hands were working on the bed sheets as he got excited. He would grip them and squeeze, and then his buttocks would press down.
"You're enjoying this, aren't you, darling," she smiled at her son.
"Oh, Mom," he said, breathlessly. "You know I am. Oh, rub around my ass."
She poured some baby oil on his ass cheeks, and then she rubbed. She rubbed on his inner thighs, and he became more and more intensely excited.
"I'll rub your prostate gland," she explained. "That will help you."
"Oh, it does help me, Mom. It helps me a lot. I just love your hands on me."
Now her hands were moving quicker and quicker over her sixteen-year-old son, and he was loving it more every moment. She could tell by his thrusting motions forward that he was achieving practical sex expression this way.
"Oh, Mom," he said. "You wouldn't believe how hard it is."
"Well, judging from the way you're pushing on the bed," she laughed, "I have a pretty good idea." She rubbed behind his balls, and that raised him, too.
"Oh, Mom," he begged her eagerly, "keep doing it. Just like that."
And then he told her, "I've got to turn over." Turning over, he flipped his huge shaft before her eyes. As she gazed at her son's long cock, she marveled.
"Why, you're longer than your father," she said. "Am I really?" Neil smiled proudly, putting his hands behind his head and spreading his legs.
"Yes, darling, you are. You're a man, indeed."
"Well, then, Mom," he grinned, "I deserve to get a good loving. Who's going to do it for me?"
That was a very good question, and she didn't have the answer. The more she thought about it, the more she got upset. She didn't want to think of just any old person making love to her son. He was hers, and that was that. Pamela was very much impressed with her son. She loved him dearly, and she wanted just one thing for him. Happiness and fulfillment. She looked at his cock and told him, frankly; "Well, darling, it's not good for you to get this excited and not go all the way."
"Right on, Mom," he agreed. "Would you give me a hand job?"
"Well, I certainly wouldn't give you a blow job," she said, indignantly. "But maybe I could help you the other way."
"Anything you can do will help, Mom. You don't know how uptight I am."
"Yes, darling," she said. "I have a pretty good idea. You're strung tight as a bow. Honey, I'll do my best."
"Okay," he said as he watched her hands reach for his dick. He didn't have much to worry about. Once she got a grip on his took, she was eager and willing to do her thing.
"Go ahead," he told her quickly. "Play with it."
Grasping the main stem in her hand, she squeezed. Then she pulled it up and down.
"Oh, do it, baby," he told her quickly. "Do it for me."
She used quick hand movements, hoping that she could bring him off quickly.
"Oh, Mom," he smiled. "You don't know how good that feels to me. Keep doing that. Play with the balls."
She reached down below and cupped his testicles in her hand. Then she pumped methodically.
"You're getting a good rhythm to it," he said. "Just do it faster," he said.
She pumped quicker now, and she suddenly saw a drop of crystal cum forming at the small slit at the head of the cock. It was reddening and lengthening, and as she pulled she got more intensely excited herself. She felt her nipples harden. She hadn't had anything like this since she was first married to her husband, Raymond, and now her son, Neil, was turning her on just as her husband had done years before. Suddenly, new surges of life came to her body. She felt young again. Her face grew crimson.
"Why are you changing color, Mom?" he asked, curiously.
"Am I?" she asked, quietly.
"Look over there in the mirror. You'll see."
As she went on pumping his prick she glanced into the mirror, and sure enough her face had turned crimson. She didn't say anything, but she went on pulling.
"Grab it," he begged her. "Grab it and pull it. Oh, pull it off, baby. Pull it off, Mom."
Now she was going to town with rapid fire movements of her own. The hot urge to suck went through her. She had done it for her husband, and she knew how well she could do it for her son. It made her feel sad for him to think that a hooker had made him wear a rubber. She knew that he had never really had a good blow job, and she wanted to give it to him. She felt that she had every right to. After all, she was his mom. Why shouldn't she be first?
"Oh, Mom, faster," he said, throwing his head back and forth on the pillow as the lust and passion seized him completely. Then she lost all control over herself. Bending over, she let the pink tip of her tongue slide over the velvety cock.
"Oh, wow," he panted. "Does that ever feel good, Mom."
Saying no more, she bowed low. Then the cock was thrust into her mouth.
"Oh, suck me," he begged eagerly. "Suck me, Mom. Oh, yes, suck it. Suck it off."
Faster and faster now the hot dick thrust into her. With every thrust she became more stimulated.
"Oh, like that," he begged her, eagerly. "Oh, yes, I love that. Keep doing it, Mom. Keep doing it."
Faster and faster, now she was eager for it. Having gotten a slight taste of his juice, she was eager to suck it all off.
"Suck me, Mom," he begged, eagerly. "Oh, suck me. Just like that. Oh, Mom, you don't know how much I want it. Oh, ah, yes, yes. Keep doing it. Oh, baby, that's what I dig. Oh, ah, suck, suck, baby, suck."
Faster and faster the hot tool drilled into her mouth, and she was enjoying it more every second.
"Oh," he panted, eagerly, "that's beautiful. Do it, baby, do it."
The pleasure she was deriving from the cock-sucking activity surpassed anything that she had had before. She could hardly stand it.
"Eat me," he told her, passionately. "Eat my prick. Oh, ah, yes, yes. Suck the juice out. That's what I want. Eat my dick."
She was eager now to please him, and she would do anything to excite him even more.
"Oh, Mom, that's beautiful," he panted as he felt his cock reaching to the back of her throat.
Then, reaching down he grabbed her head and forced her down further over his dick. Suddenly, he lunged forward. He was now rutting into her with full force. His pole was gliding down her throat.
"Keep it up, baby," he told her, quickly. "Keep doing it. Oh, ah, yes, yes."
The hot pleasure that she was deriving from this activity was surprising to her. She could hardly believe anything could be this fantastic. She loved her son, and she loved his balls. But more than that, she loved his sperm. She wanted to taste the delicious seed in her mouth. She wanted to roll it around with her tongue and then finally swallow it. He wanted to just ram it to her and get it off. Now he was bucking up with full force, and he wrapped his legs around her.
"Oh, eat me, Mom," he panted. "We're crazy but we're happy. Oh, yes. Oh, baby, I'm flipping out. Oh, Mom, suck my cock. Suck my cock. Suck it off. Suck it. Oh, ah, don't stop, honey. Oh, Mom, keep going."
She was eager now to give him everything she possibly could, and with every cock thrust he became more and more excited.
"Go, go, go," he told her. "Eat, eat my dick. Oh, suck the juice out of it."
While the dick was driving down her throat, he knew that it wouldn't be much longer before he was juicing. Suddenly, his hot cock exploded. It sent the creamy, thick sperm juice down her throat. Immediately, she could tell the difference between her son's love juice and her husband's. Her son's cream was much thicker. It had much more body and taste to it.
"Milk it," he begged her as she went on sucking savagely.
"Milk my cock, Mom. Oh, ah, yes. That's what I want. Keep doing it, baby. Oh yes. Eat it, suck it out."
The delicious excitement that was surging through her body at this point was surprising, even to her. And she was going out of her mind with delight. She marveled at how good he tasted to her. He was amazed that he could get so stimulated. He was surprised at how much cum he shot into her mouth. Gobs of the sticky, white substance had issued forth from his prick head. When his mother pulled her head off his staff, he smiled.
"Oh, Mom," he said. "I love you."
Guilt flooded through her at this point, and she was really stimulated and excited. There was no getting around that.
"Oh," she told him. "It was so beautiful, dear. I enjoyed it so much."
"So did I, Mom," he told her, eagerly.
Now there was no point in beating about the bush. His prick was still hard. She looked at it and said, "Darling, you're still hard."
"I know I am," he told her, quickly. "And I don't know what to do about it."
Now she was eager once more, and a decision had been made. She might as well give him everything.
"Oh, honey," she smiled at him. "If you want it so bad you might as well do it to me."
He looked at her and said, "Oh, Mom, would you please spread out and let me look at you? Part your legs and just let me gaze at it."
"Oh, honey," she said. "I hate to see you so eager for it. It tortures me."
"It tortures me, too," he said. "It tortures me when I can't have what I want and I need it."
"I know it, baby," she said. "I wish you didn't have all of these urges. It's a pity."
"You bet it is," he assured her.
Now she was willing to lie back and, as she lay back, she lifted her legs and spread for him.
"You want to see what it looks like, honey?" she asked him.
"Do I ever," he admitted. "I'm real anxious to." At this point, he went down there and crouched at her crotch. He pulled her pussy lips apart and examined it.
"It's pink inside."
"Yes, dear," she said. "And you see that little thing there?"
"Yes, Mom. It's like a small penis."
"Yes, dear, and if you would let your sweet tongue lick along it you'd enjoy it."
"Would I?" he asked.
"Oh, yes, darling," she assured him. "You'd enjoy it immensely. Go ahead. Let your tongue slide there."
"Should I?" Neil asked, one moment before he could let his tongue flip out.
"Yes, dear. There's nothing wrong with it. Go ahead, honey."
Now, in spite of himself, he was doing it. The hot tongue stabbed her hot vagina and he began thrusting back and forth.
"Use your tongue like a penis," she explained. "That's it. Yes, baby, yes. Just slide that down in there. Oh, yes, thrust it in. Faster. Oh, ah, yes, dear. I love it."
She explained the best way to make her turn on. "Honey, if you'll use those nice hands of yours to grab Mom's ass and bury your face a little further down there and slide that tongue in there, I'll go out of my gourd with pleasure."
"Yes, Mom," he said.
He gripped his mother's ass cheeks, and then he buried his head in her mound. He let his hot tongue slide out and then he licked along the clit.
"Oh, baby, what you don't do for my love button. Oh, yes, just like that. Oh, suck me."
When she invited him to suck, she embraced him with her inner hot thighs. He loved the feel of her body closing in on him. Then her legs locked in love.
"Oh, Neil," she panted, deliberately. "Eat it. Eat my cunt. Oh, ah, yes, yes, eat it. Just like that, darling. Eat my pussy. That's what I want. Oh, yes, suck it. Suck the pussy. Keep it going, baby, keep it going."
The hot, delicious excitement of what she was experiencing now got to her. She could hardly stand it.
"Oh," she panted, eagerly. "That's wild. Oh, yes, I dig it. Oh, ah, yes, yes. Keep going. Faster, baby, faster. That's beautiful."
The hot delicious excitement that he was experiencing got to him. And he knew that he was going to enjoy it more every moment.
"Eat it," she begged. "Eat Mom's pussy. Oh, yes. Suck it. Suck the juice out. Oh, ah, yes, yes. Oh, baby, that's beautiful."
She was amazed at what his mouth could do as it covered her cunt. She had become disgusted with her husband, Raymond. He wasn't beginning to give her the sex she needed. He was neglecting her something terrible in the pussy-eating .department.
When they had first been married, Raymond couldn't be kept off her cunt. Now that they had been married, she was lucky to get his dick in there. However, with young Neil, who was hot and eager for sex, it was easy to get him to slide his tongue in there. As his slippery tongue wormed its way inside her velvety cunt, she became more and more excited.
"Suck the pussy," , she urged him on. "Suck it. Nibble my clit."
He let his teeth nibble his mom's clitoris. That did it. She bucked forward as the passions raced through her body.
"Play with my tits, darling," she urged him on. "Play with them."
He massaged her breasts, and then flicked his fingers across her nipples. The nipples instantly hardened as his tongue went on sweeping inside of her cuntal lips.
"Oh, Neil," she told him, passionately. "I've never been loved so good. You're beautiful. You know just what to do to make Mom turn on. Oh, yes, keep doing that."
He was thrilled that she got such a charge out of him, and he wouldn't stop now.
"Keep it up, darling," she begged him on. "Keep doing it. Oh, ah, yes, yes!"
She wasn't going to be much longer now. She could barely stand his hot tongue lashes.
"Suck it off," she urged him. "Suck it off."
Now he was beginning to taste her climaxing. As the orgasm started, he was amazed at how much she had there. Soon she was gushing. Opening his mouth and licking eagerly, he accepted her.
"Oh, honey," she cried out in her passionate excitement. "You don't know how good that feels to me. Oh, I just love it. Keep sucking me. Oh, yes, darling, I love this. Keep doing it. That's what I want. Oh, ah, yes, yes."
The delicious excitement of what she was going through had her at a state of delirium. She thought she could hardly stand it.
"Oh," she begged. "That's wild. Oh, yes, baby. I love it."
The hot, sudden excitement had reached her. There was no doubt in-her mind about anything now. She was enjoying it as she never knew she could before.
"Oh, suck it all out," she panted. "Suck me there, baby. Suck me."
Her young-tongued son rapidly moved around her there. He gripped her buttocks tightly now as he held on for dear life.
"Oh, darling," she panted as Neil went to town with his tongue. "Oh, I just love that. You're killing me, baby. You're killing me."
Faster and faster the hot tongue lashed away at her quivering mound. Every moment she enjoyed it more than the last.
The hot juicy delicious pussy was almost more than she could stand. Now, as her son lapped away at her mound, she went out of her mind with excitement.
"Oh, darling Neil baby," she panted. "Mother never had anything like it. This is beautiful. Oh, honey, oh, you know how to do it by instinct. Yes, yes, you come by it naturally."
The sudden, juicy pussy had surprised the young boy. By instinct he had let his tongue twirl around inside of his mom's twat and gotten it all out. Now he was hard, and he told her so, too.
"Now, look what you've done," he complained. "You've given me another hard-on."
"Well, son," she said with a smile on her face, "I can take care of that. Just slide it in. It's well lubricated now."
He was amazed at his mother's aggressive ways. Apparently, she had been sex starved for a long time.
"Has Dad been fucking you lately?" he asked, bluntly.
She looked at him and didn't know what to say. Then Pamela blushed.
"I hate to say it, son," she said. "He hasn't been giving me much. I fear he's playing around with some girl at the office."
"Damn him," Neil said. "I never did trust him."
"Don't speak that way about your own father, dear," she said, quickly.
"I don't give a damn," he said, angrily. "He's no damn good."
"Oh, yes, he is, darling," she insisted, quickly. "He is a wonderful man, and don't you forget it."
"Well, I just don't believe it," he said, angrily. "If he was such a wonderful man, would he be acting this way?"
"Well, men are different. They have to play around, son. They don't ever seem to be able to get enough sex."
Now he looked at her with hot desire blazing in his eyes. Pam knew she had to do something and do something fast. She thought she would get out of more sex by suggesting they have something to eat.
"No, darling," she said. "Let's go downstairs and fix ourselves some hamburgers and a malt."
"Okay, Mom," he said. "Should we go down bare-assed naked?"
"If we keep all the drapes drawn, we can. I really enjoy walking around like this."
"So do I," he agreed.
She was happy he was eager to have something to eat, as that gave her the perfect opportunity to change him off the track of sex. As she saw his huge cock dangling between his legs as they walked downstairs together, she had to admit that she liked it.
"What are you looking at," he asked, checking her glance.
"You," she smiled.
"My dick," he said. "That's what you're looking at."
"Well, it is quite a remarkable sight, son," she smiled.
When they got to the kitchen she began fixing the food. As she bent over, he looked at her beautiful ass cheeks and sudden hot urges came through him. He wanted to screw it.
"Mom," he said. "After we have something to eat, can I fuck your ass?"
"Why, dear," she said. "What a terrible thing to ask me."
"Well, you shouldn't run around bare-assed naked like that if you don't want me to."
"I'm sorry, son," she said quickly. "But we just can't get involved in any more sex. Let's have our food and forget it. We can go for a cool swim and that'll help us."
He turned to her and said, "Okay, let's go for that swim first. Then we'll have something to eat."
They went outside and jumped into the pool. As she charged across the pool, he looked at her buttocks again. It got him more and more excited every second. He knew he had to have her.
"Oh, Mom," he said, excitedly. "Do I ever love to see your naked body in the water. It drives me out of my gourd just looking at it."
"Does it really, son?" she smiled at him.
"Oh, yes, it does."
She marveled at how turned on he was getting. She had ambiguous feelings about it. In a way she was glad, and another side of her was very uptight about it.
"Darling," she sighed. "I don't know what to say to you. You're really bothering me."
The swimming session did them good, as it built up their appetites. However, he could not forget about sex.
"Mom," he told her, "you must pretend you're my teacher. I need someone to teach me all about sex. I need to know everything."
"Well, I know quite a bit, darling," she said. "And I'm teaching you about all I know. I feel guilty as hell about teaching you this way. It isn't right, you know."
"I know it isn't right," he said. "But who cares about right or wrong? When a hot cock has to shoot, it isn't worried about right or wrong. My balls are itching to screw."
"I hate to hear you talk like that," she told him, frankly. "Your father used to talk like that."
"When he was young and horny like me," he said.
It disturbed her to see him eating his hamburger with one hand and stroking his prick with the other.
"Can't you keep your hand off that while you're eating, darling?" she smiled at her son.
"It's difficult, Mom, but I'll try."
"I'm losing my appetite," she complained. "It just isn't right. We really should have put on our clothes when we came down to eat."
"I don't look at it that way at all," he told her. "As a matter-of-fact, it turns me on to see those gorgeous breasts of yours. It makes me so hot I want to shoot all over the place."
"Well, don't you do it in this kitchen," she told him quickly. "This isn't the place to do that."
"Right on, Mom," he agreed.
She loved to see him vigorously eating his food. He was such a virile, hot-blooded young man that it excited her to look at him. He was muscular all over, and she loved the sight of him.
"How did your body ever get such development?" she asked.
"All the sports activities I've been engaged in, Mom. They help a lot, and I guess that's where all my energy has gone. If I hadn't been so involved in sports, I might have been thinking about screwing a lot more."
"Well, that's good," she said. "I'm glad you haven't had an opportunity to become lost in lust like a lot of people I know."
"That's true," he said, dropping his cock and putting his hand back on his hamburger and munching away. "Kids at school are always talking about sex. You've never heard anything like it."
"And from what I heard, a lot of those children aren't exactly what you could call clean."
"Well, some of them are bad."
"Diseased, don't you mean, dear?" she smiled, smugly. "That's one thing your mother has been. Clean and careful."
"Good for you, Mom," he said. "I'm glad to know that you've been careful. That'll make my mind relax when I'm balling you."
"Now, son, I don't ever want you to speak of this to anyone. It would be very, very bad for both of us. They would think we're both nuts or something."
"I know it," he told her. "What do you think I am, a nut or something?"
"Dear," she said, "we just can't be too careful. I don't mean to make it difficult for you, darling,. but I want you to understand how people are. You and I understand. They don't. Let's build a wall around ourselves. It's just you and me. We can shut them out. We're together. Forever."
"I know it, sweetheart," he said. "We love each other and we always will."
"That's true," she said, quickly. "We always will." Suddenly, she was reaching under the table for his prick. She was massaging it gently and reaching down to tickle his nuts.
"I thought you said we shouldn't be doing this in the kitchen," he chuckled.
"I couldn't help it, son," she smiled. "You're so appealing to me that I just had to reach down there and play with you. I love the way it jumps up."
"Well, doesn't Dad's jump up, too?" he asked, curiously.
"Well, for me it doesn't, darling," she said. "I think some gals at the office have sucked all the life out of it before I get a chance at it."
"Did you ever check it out?"
"I used to have Miss Beam, the office secretary, checking on him. But she was a secret drinker and you never could count on her."
"Oh, that's too bad," he said. "It's a pity. After all, honey, you've got to keep track of Dad. He's a real tiger. I know he is."
"How do you know that, dear?" she asked.
"Well, you just know those things."
"You know something you're not telling me, don't you, Neil?"
"Yes," he admitted.
"What do you know?" she asked.
"Well," he said, "Dad had one of those automatic sucking machines. I saw it in the glove compartment of his car."
"An automatic sucking machine?" she said, angrily. "I never heard of such a thing."
"Well, they have them," he said. "They're real popular with the kids at school. You see, it slips over the head of the cock and you can plug it into your car cigarette lighter, or you can plug it into a wall socket at home. And it works."
"Did you ever use it?"
"Well, I hate to admit it," he said, nervously, "but I had to on occasion. I mean, I got tired of using my hand. And that damned sucking machine does a mighty good job."
"And that's what he's been doing," she said. "Well, that makes me angrier than ever. It makes me feel like I'm replaced by automation."
"Don't feel that way, Mom," he said, kindly. "Your mouth is so much better than Dad's sucking machine. It really is, Mom."
She placed her hand on his prick tighter and squeezed.
"Oh, your comforting words. You don't know what they mean to me."
He was preparing her for the next act of intercourse.
"Mom," he smiled, nervously. "Did Dad ever do it backways?"
"What, dear?" she said.
"I was asking you if Dad ever did it from behind?"
"Oh, yes," she said. "He used to love it that way. I don't know why he liked it that way so much. But he did."
"And can I have it that way?"
"If you want to, dear," she said. "But I want it well lubricated. I have some oil that will let it slide back and forth. Your Dad had some special jelly that he liked to use on me. I would get angry as hell. How, I wish he would do it. And when I think of being replaced by some automatic device, it makes me sick."
CHAPTER TWO
Their conversation had brought them to the point where he was ready for more action. Yet she didn't like to think of him using machines instead of the real thing.
"It makes me worry, son," she went on, "to hear you talking this way. I wonder what the world is going to end up doing. Automatic this, mechanical that. Mechanical fucking is all wrong, dear. Sex is supposed to be something that's done with feeling, and no machine can begin to do it right."
"Did you ever hear of those machines they have for women?" he asked her, curiously.
"Why, yes, darling," she said. "I've heard about them and I certainly don't approve of them. I think it's disgusting." v "Well, I saw a picture of one," he chuckled. "It was really funny watching this woman hanging onto that machine, and that big old jackhammer dick slamming into her."
"What an ugly sight," she said. "There's one thing about men that always makes me angry. They have such foul minds. They're like dirty little boys. And they're the same way when they're older. They can't stop thinking about their privates."
"Well, you seem to be pretty preoccupied with mine, too," he said.
"Well, dear, that's the truth. I guess it's the big old cocks that make the world go around. And I dig yours. I want to make sure you've learned what you should about sex. That's the only reason I can justify what we're doing together."
"You'd feel pretty guilty about it, wouldn't you?" he went on, "if you couldn't think of some reason."
"That's true," she said, eagerly. "I'll admit it. If it wasn't for the fact that I have some reason for doing it with you, I would feel guilty. But I think we have a good reason. We want to achieve pleasure. A marvelous sensation for both of us."
"Mom," he said, "what position do you get in when you do this ass-fucking action?"
"There are many different positions," she said. "One position is for the woman to lie on her back and throw her legs over the man's shoulders. Then the man stabs her from behind. He can reach up and play with her breasts."
"What's another position?" Neil asked his mother, curiously.
"Well, darling, there's always the dog-fashion position. That isn't too bad. You get down on all fours and you take it from behind."
"Right on," he said. "Let's try that."
"All right, darling, I'm all for it."
She was eager to get her son into the act. He wanted to first try the position on all fours. She was reluctant for a moment, but as she saw how eager he was to have it, she decided she might as well not be reluctant anymore.
"Darling, use some of this grease I'm handing you. Rub it all over your big joint. That's it, honey. Let Mother help you."
Reaching over, she helped her son. She smeared the grease on his prick. As it went over it smoothly, she quivered with excitement.
"This is going to be a lot of fun," she grinned.
"It sure is, Mom," he nodded.
They were eager for action. It wasn't going to take her much longer.
"I want you to get on all fours."
They got on all fours and soon he was grasping his mother's ass cheeks and sliding his big prick into her. As she felt the giant-size dick sliding into , her, she was really turned on.
"Reach for my breasts, baby," she told him, quickly.
Gingerly, he grabbed her tits and began monkeying with the nipples.
"That's it, honey," she sighed, passionately. "You have no idea how good that feels to me. I love it when you play with me like that. Oh, yes, son, play with me."
Now he was drilling her in piston-precision movements. She loved the way he thrust forward.
"Keep it going, darling," she urged him. "Oh, yes, keep that going. Faster, honey, faster. That's beautiful, baby, that's beautiful."
Faster and faster the hard dick drilled her. Every thrust brought them more pleasure.
"Oh," he panted, excitedly. "That's wild. Yes, baby, yes. Keep doing it. Faster."
Now he was enjoying it. With both hands on her' breasts, and his chest pressed down on her back, he drilled her. Then, suddenly, he got the idea that he would like to try another position. Before his cock exploded in her ass hole he told her so, too.
"Hey, Mom," he suggested with a laugh, "we ought to try it with your legs over my shoulders. That would be fun, too."
She agreed and the young boy slid his tool out of her ass hole. Now she was ready for him. She lay on her back on the bed, and smiling up at him threw her legs over his shoulders.
"I'm ready, lover," she smiled at Neil.
"Right on, Mom," he said, grasping her ass cheeks and parting them he slid his tool into her ass. Now he was going forward in hard, rutting thrusts.
"Keep it up, baby," he told her. "Keep shoving it to me."
She was shoving herself forward as the cock advanced. Suddenly, he was all the way in.
"Oh, baby," she panted, excitedly. "Does that ever feel good. Oh, yes, I like it in there."
Now he was really going to town. He loved the tightness.
"That is tight. This is tremendous. Oh, yes, Mom. Fuck. Fuck fast."
She knew she would have to move her ass quickly as his hot driving tool was moving forward in rapid fire thrust movements.
"Oh," she panted, excitedly. "That's beautiful. Oh, yes, baby, give it to me. I want it. I want it all."
Faster and faster the hard tool rode into her. With every thrust she obtained new delight and pleasure from it.
"Oh," she panted, excitedly, "I can hardly stand it. Oh, yes, baby, keep doing it. Faster, faster. Oh, ah, yes, yes. I want it. I want it all."
The hard tool rutting into her was giving her more surprise and pleasure than she ever thought it could. Now she knew it wouldn't be much longer and she would be cumming.
"Oh," she panted, quickly. "Fuck, fuck, fuck it in there."
With rapid fire thrusting, he looked at her. Reaching out, he began massaging her breasts.
"I like this position better," he said. "I can play with your tits, too."
"That's why a lot of men prefer it," she laughed. "Isn't it wonderful?"
"You bet your sweet slick ass it is," he grinned as he drove his cock into her asshole.
She was amazed at the pleasure she could derive from it. She loved the feel of his balls bouncing on her behind. She liked the frantic, wild, untamed look in his eyes. Never before had she seen her son seem more wonderful to her.
"Give it to me," she panted. "Give it to me. Oh, ah, yes, yes, that's what I want. Like that. Do it, baby, do it."
Now she was going out of her mind with frenzied delight. The hot, wild action had produced electrical thrills in her body. And she enjoyed it more every moment.
"Oh, baby," she panted, excitedly. "That's beautiful. Oh, yes. I love it. That's wild."
The hot, delicious excitement that was racing through her body and mind, as her boy finished drilling her hole, had her in a state of frenzy. She wanted his fingers in her.
"Oh, darling," she begged. "Slide a couple of fingers in Momma's twat. Yes. Oh, like that. Oh, yes, way in. Oh, baby, play with the love button. That's what I want! Oh, yes, yes!"
Her ass was bouncing around the bed and, as the thrills shot through her body, his fingers glided into her twat. Swiftly, he was sliding his tool to climax, and his fingers were manipulating her ass at the same time. The double action had really given her something.
"Oh," she panted, gingerly. "How exciting. Oh, baby, how beautiful. I love it."
The delicious excitement she felt running through her body was now carrying her close to climax.
"Slow down, honey," she cautioned Neil. "I'll be going off before you. I think we ought to make it on target, don't you, darling?"
He looked into his mother's eyes gladly and told her, "Yes, love. Let's make it together. Right on target."
It was a beautiful moment for them as they went to town.
In hard, drilling, fast fucks he was getting his thrills. He never dreamt that he could fuck ass and get kicks like this. Yet, it was happening, and he was loving it. Every fucking second of it.
"Oh, Mom, fuck," he panted as he came close to climax.
"Fuck, like that," he said. "Oh, yeah, yes, that's wild. Do it, do it."
The delicious excitement that went through him had him shaking and trembling with pleasure.
"Oh," he sighed, excitedly, "that's wild. Oh, yes, yes."
The pleasure had built to a scorching climax. He was enjoying it more every wild moment of it.
"Oh," he panted, excitedly, "what a fuck. Oh, baby, that's beautiful."
The delicious cream shooting into her excited her imagination and she juiced as his plunging fingers pumped into her pussy. He felt it sticky and wonderful.
"Mom," he said, his eyes lighting up, "I brought you there. I got you there."
He was proud of what he had done for her sexually. And she was proud and delighted with him.
"Oh, darling," she sighed, excitedly, "You're too much. Much too much."
The two of them were together in their emotional impact for each other. She was adoring him and he was wild about her.
"You're beautiful," he said. "You're just beautiful, Mom. I love you so much. I want to eat you."
"I want to love you, too, son," she said. He pulled his dick out of her asshole and got up and went to the bathroom. He went to the sink and washed it off. She came in and the juice was trickling down her inner leg. She wiped it off with a wash cloth and looked at her son.
"Kiss me," she begged him.
"Well, no, Mom," he said. "We're not lovers, we're fuckers."
"Oh, son," she said. "That's so crude. Can't you have a little sentiment?"
"Well, sure," he said. "I save that for my girl friend. It's different with you, Mom," he said.
"Why is it?" she insisted. "You love me. Show it."
He bent over and kissed her and she brushed her breasts across his chest to get him excited.
"You want me to suck on those?" he said, glancing down at her firm, round nipples.
"I would just love that," she grinned. "Your father used to suck them. I loved it."
"Don't mention Dad," Neil said. "I don't ever want to hear his name mentioned when we're making out. If we were just to forget we were mother and son, we could enjoy it. It's only the imagination that makes sex fun, anyway. If we pretend we can have fun. Let's pretend I'm your Romeo and you're my Juliet, or whatever."
"All right, dear," she said. "I want to make it as pleasurable as possible. Let's go back into the bedroom."
Once back into the bedroom, she spread out and he got down and began using one hand on one breast and his mouth on the other. She loved the feeling of him working at her that way.
"Turn around, baby," she said, "so I can play with you."
He angled his body so his cock was available to her hand. She reached out and began massaging his joint. She was getting it jumping back to life.
"Oh, that feels so good, darling," she smiled at him. "Oh, yes. Yes."
"It feels good to me, too," he told her, excitedly. "Oh, yes, Mom. I love it."
She was obtaining tremendous pleasure from this moment of passion and, as he sucked on one breast and massaged the other, she worked her fingers up and down his joint.
"Oh, like that," he told her, quickly. "That's beautiful. Oh, yes, that's wild."
He had never experienced anything like it, and she hadn't either. She was using her fingers now to stroke his ass cheeks alternately. Then she would massage and tug on the big balls, and then gradually work up to the cock. It was pleasurable for them both.
"Oh, does that ever feel good," he told her. "I like it so much."
Faster now, and faster, they worked. The pleasure was almost more than they could stand.
"Oh, Mom," he smiled, "I love you so much. I do love you."
He buried his head in her breasts. She brushed them against his cheeks and then she suggested something to him.
"Oh, darling," she said, quickly. "Why don't you try something? Why don't you brush your balls across my breasts?"
"Can I do that?" he asked.
"Oh, yes, son, I would love the feel of it. First those family jewels across my tits."
He got up and stretched his legs out and let his balls brush her breasts. Her nipples hardened as she watched.
"Oh, darling, that feels so good. Press your cock down. Why don't you do this? Make a beautiful sex sandwich. Use your prick as a wiener and slide your cock between the tits. Then I'll rub my breasts across your cock."
She was eager to please him in this manner, and he was just as eager to have it. He got on her and straddled her now, and slid his tool between her breasts. She manipulated them with her hands and he loved it. Every moment of it.
"Oh, keep that up," he told her, quickly. "Keep it going, baby, keep it going."
Now with the cock sliding between the great breasts, he was really having a ball.
"Oh," she panted, excitedly. "That feels so good. Oh, yes, I love that."
This was it. Wonderful, beautiful pleasure.
"Keep it going," he told her. "Oh, keep doing that. Yes, like that. Oh, I love that."
It was the exact pleasure that she needed. Hot, lusty, and exciting.
"Oh," he panted, excitedly, "that feels so good. Oh, baby, keep it up. More. More."
The pleasure was building. Every exciting second.
"Oh," he panted, excitedly. "That's too much, baby. I love it."
Faster and faster now he was sliding his dick back and forth. As she looked at the huge monster cock she knew he would be creaming quickly.
"Oh, baby," she said, "I'll give you something you won't soon forget. Just raise your ass over my face."
"Like this, Mom?" he said, rising.
His mother's hands reached for his buttocks and then she pulled him to her. Her hot tongue stabbed out and she was licking. Licking all around his quivering ass. Soon she was drilling it.
"Oh, honey," she panted, excitedly. "That's wild. Do it."
The hot tongue stabbed the ass hole and she went out of her mind with delight.
"Keep that up, baby," he told her. "Keep doing it. Oh, yes, just like that. That's what I need. Like that, baby."
Faster, faster the hot tongue stabbed in his ass hole. The thrills raced through his body. His mother loved this position. She loved the aroma of his sweaty balls. She liked looking up and seeing his hand grasping his proud tool. And the hot hand worked quickly.
"Do it," he told her. "Oh, do it, baby."
Faster and faster the hand pulled the meat. She enjoyed seeing him enjoy his hand job. Giving him the hot tongue action increased the pleasure enormously.
"Oh, keep it up, baby," he told her quickly. "Keep doing it. Like that, baby. Oh, yes."
Faster and faster the hot tongue went to town. He was enjoying it more every moment.
"Oh, suck my ass out, Mom," he begged her. "Suck it. Oh, ah, like that. That's what I need. Faster. Let that sweet tongue slide in there. Oh, yes, Mom, I love it, love it. Love it, baby."
Faster and faster the hot tongue went to town and the young boy moved up and down on his mother's stiff tongue. She was amazed that she could do such a thing. If anyone had ever told her she could clasp her boy's buttocks and slip her tongue up his tight ass hole, she would have said they were crazy. But once the desire to go all the way overtook her, passion ruled and reason was gone. The only thing that mattered now was using the mouth, the teeth, the tongue, to produce electrical sexual thrills. Sexual ecstasy was surging through her as her tongue stabbed his ass hole more and more.
"Mom," he panted, "you'd better get to the balls because I'll be shooting my rocks off if you don't."
That did it. She loved his cream. The thought of losing his seed was almost more than she could stand. She slid her tongue out of his ass hole and let it trace along the balls. She licked along them and then on the underside of the prick. Finally, she brought her mouth over the top.
"Suck that cock," he told her. "Suck it. Oh, yes, eat that joint. That's what I want. Suck that cock."
Faster and faster the hot mouth worked over the prick. He was enjoying it more every moment.
"Eat my meat," he told her. "Eat it."
She used all of the techniques she had ever learned in her life to thrill him now. She dragged her lower lip over the glans portion of the cock. And then she let her tongue make light, licking movements over the crown of the velvety cock.
"Oh, Mom," the boy panted in exhilaration as he pulled part way out. "Oh, that's too much.
You're driving me out of my mind. Oh, ah, yes. Yes. Suck, suck, suck the meat."
. She was shaking and trembling with passionate delight as her son kept stabbing his dick down her throat. Now he grabbed her head and held on tight while he rutted down her throat.
"I'm going to shoot in a minute, Mom," he prepared her. "Oh, yes, I better warn you 'cause I can't last much longer. This is too much."
Now he was drilling down her throat and, suddenly, the hot juice unloaded.
"Oh," he panted, excitedly, "that's too much. Oh, baby, I love it. Oh, ah, yes, yes. That's wild." The beautiful emotions that had gone through him at this point had really brought him to the brink of delight and pleasure.
"Oh," he panted, excitedly, "that's too much. Oh, yes, baby, that's really fucking and sucking." The enormous pleasure he was deriving from this activity increased with every thrust.
"Oh," he panted, "I loved it. Oh, baby, that's beautiful. Yes, baby, yes."
The hot, sticky cum was flashing down her throat as she went on sucking away at the end of his tool. She enjoyed the fact that he always had a good supply of creamy, thick cum to give her. She remembered how many times her husband was drained and couldn't give her a good fuck. However, she was delighted that her son could.
There wasn't a doubt, not the trace of a doubt in her mind about the fantastic good time she was having. Yet, there was a faint ray of guilt that was shining through at this moment. She had finished blowing him and had gone on sucking him. He had to tell her to stop.
"It tickles, Mom," he began laughing. "Stop it. Stop sucking my prick."
She let his cock slip out of her mouth and then she looked at him. There was a wild look in her eyes and he picked up on this.
"Mom, you flipping out?" he asked. "You sucked too long. It didn't feel too good after a while."
"Sorry about that, son," she smiled. "I guess I got carried away, all right."
"I guess you did, Mom," he assured her.
The hot, pulsating, delightful experiences they had been through had brought them closer together, and now they were ready for an acknowledgement. An acknowledgement that they were indeed lovers.
"Mom," he said. "I want to kiss you."
"That's mighty sweet of you, son," she said. "You could look down at me for licking your ass out. I've been eating your cock, but I'm glad you don't."
"Look down on you?" he said in mystification. "How could you ever say such a thing?"
"Well, some people are that way," she said. "They want you to lick their ass, eat their cock and suck on their balls, and yet when you've done it they think you're a low-down whore."
"That's bad thinking," he said. "If whores do it, they do a good service. They don't hurt anybody. They don't kill anybody. All they do is bring some pleasure."
"You're so right, darling," she said. "It's strange that so many older people can't have the wisdom that you obviously have."
"Oh, Mom," he said. "Let me kiss you."
He was pulling down now and bending over her mouth. Soon his lips were on hers, crushing her with a powerful kiss. Then his hot tongue was licking all around her lips and jabbing in her mouth. The tongues flicked back and forth quickly.
"Oh," he panted, "that's too much."
He was amazed at how much pleasure he had received from her. He loved the feel of her breasts. He loved her tight twat and her tremendous ass hole. But more than that he loved her tongue. What that tongue couldn't do! He loved the thought of it gliding up his ass hole. He liked the way she traced along his balls with her tongue and, above all, he loved her hot mouth. She could give him sucking action like he could never get again, he knew.
"Oh, Mom," he told her, quickly, "you're so sweet. I love you so much."
"I know you do, honey," she said. "That's why we must be quiet about it. You must never tell your father. I know he'd never understand."
"Dad doesn't give a damn about us," he said. "You know that and I know that. He's been catting around with other women for years, leaving you lonely."
"That's the truth," she said. "I haven't been getting much from him, I'll tell you that."
"To his loss, too," her son said, smiling.
"Oh, thank you, dear," she said. "You seem to know just what to say to me. It's not that you're trying to appeal to my ego, but it's just that it's the truth, and the truth hurts him, not us. We have only pure love for each other. Of course, don't discuss it with anyone."
She was speaking in a low, confidential whisper. "You don't have to whisper, Mom," he said.
"But the walls have ears, darling," she said. "You never can be too quiet about love. And doesn't it make it more exciting?"
"I guess it does," he laughed, thinking about it. "Dad would kill me if he knew I was balling you."
"He probably would, dear," she said, frankly. "That's why we've got to keep it a secret from him. Maybe we could go away someplace."
"Oh, I'd like-that," he said. "We could go to some hotel or motel."
"Of course, we couldn't have the same bedroom, darling," she smiled. "That would never do. Not for the records, anyway.
"That's the truth," he agreed.
"The thing that we should do, honey," she smiled, "is have connecting rooms."
"Good idea," he agreed, quickly.
Now she had some idea of the sensible thing to do.
"Oh," he told her, quickly, "wouldn't that be just groovy?"
He was eager and hot now for activity and all he could think about was talking to his mother in a strange and peculiar way. He wanted to try different things with her.
"Mom, you can be my teacher."
"Teacher?" she smiled.
"Why, yes," he laughed, "like one of those sex clinics. Or one of those experiments they have at colleges. They made a movie about it."
"Made a movie about that?" she asked, her puritanical background rushing to the foreground.
"Why, haven't you heard about it," he said. "Everybody was trading everybody off and fucking everybody, just for the heck of it."
"It doesn't sound like a nice movie," she said.
"Well, it's a good way to show the way people really react. It's one of those realistic films."
"I don't care," she said. "It's indecent what they're doing in the films. There's no love involved."
"Well, if they would photograph our love affair," he chuckled, "what do you think they would say?"
"I'd hate to tell you what I think they'd say," she laughed. "They'd tar and feather us."
"They might even string us up," he said, nervously.
"You mustn't think about such evil, ugly things," she said. "The world is rainbows and sunshine, if you'll let it be. You'll have to banish all those ugly thoughts from your mind. Now, honey, wash it out. Be 'Mr. Clean'."
"I'll try, Mom," he said. "You know I think the world of you."
"Of course, you do, honey," she said. "And you're right. I read about that clinic where they pay one thousand two hundred dollars or more to go and screw."
"One thousand two hundred dollars to fuck?" he asked. "That's more than any whore on earth charges."
"I know," she laughed. "But you see, it works this way. A guy goes with his wife. Let's say the wife is supposed to be frigid, and this clinic man says no wife is frigid. So he hires a real, nice stud. A guy with a big old dick, a guy who's really hung. Well, this guy takes her in the bedroom and does everything. I mean, he uses his tongue on her where a washrag would never go. And she loves it. He bathes her with his tongue, in other words. She turns on. She really does. Like he dips his finger in her pussy, then he uses it to lubricate her asshole. He fucks her ass hole with his finger and starts eating her. Oh, women love that. I read about it."
"Let me read it, too," he said, whispering to her. "You're too young for it, darling," she said. "Well, if I'm not too young to fuck you, Mom," he said in a low voice, "then I'm not too young to read that dirty book."
"Oh, yes, you are, darling," she said, "You're learning from the flesh. That book is for the imagination. It's for people who can't get erections, or people who are lonely and want to pull their meat off by themselves."
"Well, I've used books like that," he said. "They call those 'Hand Job Books'."
"Well, that's a good name for them, darling," she laughed. "This book tells how this gigolo character fucks this woman and he treats her to every type of screwing. He gives her ass fucks, just like we had, darling. Then she sucks his ass out. She forces herself to do these humiliating things that she'd never do with her husband, but she'll do them with a stranger. And once she's gotten acclimated to it, she can move right on to her husband and lick his cock, suck his balls, eat his ass out, the whole trip."
"That's wild," he said. "But couldn't they go home and save the one thousand two hundred dollars and do the same things?"
"Oh, no," she said, quickly. "They have to pay the one thousand two hundred dollars. That's like a penance fee. Then they feel they can do this and no trouble will follow. You see, they're afraid. They're afraid to experiment and try. That's different from us, isn't it, son?"
"You bet your ass it is," he chuckled. "We're not afraid of anything, are we, Mother. We've tried everything, haven't we?"
"We certainly have, darling," she said, slowly stroking his back.
"Did you love it, darling," she asked.
"Did I love it, Mom!" he said. "I loved it so much that my jackhammer dong won't go down. Isn't that awful?" He looked at her with a sly smile forming on his face.
"No, darling," she said, "it's not awful at all. Don't you ever worry about it."
The expression forming on her face clued him in that she wanted some more sex.
"What are you thinking about, Mom?" he asked. "More sex," she said. "I'm a difficult woman."
"I guess you are," he said, nervously. "You don't mean to tell me you're ready for more action?"
"Yes, son, I am," she said. "I'd like to flip my tits over your ass. You don't know how good that would feel."
"Try me for size," he smiled, slyly. "How do you do it, Mom?"
"Well, I read it in that sex clinic book," she said. "They say you get the body slippery with oil and then you sort of wrestle with each other."
"Oh, I love to wrestle with you with those big boobs all slippery and slick," he chuckled. "That would be fun."
"You bet it would, darling," she assured him. Now they were ready. The passionate pleasure that was his was surpassing everything else he had ever understood about sex.
"Darling," she said, quickly, "I'll go get the body oil."
She disappeared into the bathroom, and returned with the bottle of oil. Then she poured some all over herself. She looked in the mirror and admired herself.
"These breasts don't sag, do they, baby?" she asked him.
"No, Mom," he said, quickly. "They don't. You want me to compliment you, don't you?"
"Yes, son," she admitted. "I love compliments."
As he worked his fingers all over her body she became more excited. Then she rubbed him and, as she rubbed his tool, he got hard.
"Now, baby," she said, "let's wrestle."
They got on the bed and wrestled. He loved the feeling of her great breasts crushing against his chest.
""Oh, this is wild, son," she told him. "But don't be so rough. Stop it. Stop it."
He stopped it momentarily and couldn't help laughing.
"What are you laughing at?" she asked Neil.
"I was just thinking of what Dad would say if he could see us now."
"Oh," she heaved a weary sigh. "Don't think about it. He would use that gun on us."
"Does Dad have a gun?" he asked.
"Oh, he does," she informed him. "In the bedroom in the dresser drawer. He might just rush in there, grab the gun and come back and kill us both."
"Do you think the bastard would do that?" he asked.
"Don't call your father a bastard," she said. "What would that make you?"
"A magnificent bastard," he chuckled.
"Oh, son," she said. "Let's go on doing this. It's fun to slip around on each other."
They continued this a few moments more and then she said, "I would love to rub my breasts across your ass. That's a lot of fun."
"You'd like that, wouldn't you?" he said. "You're nuts about my ass."
"Of course, I am, baby," she said. "You've got a beautiful smooth butt, and I love running my hands over it. And when you feel these tits crushing down on it, you'll enjoy it."
She let her breasts fall on his buttocks and then she mashed them. He loved the feeling of the slippery tits sliding along his ass cheeks.
"Oh, that's tremendous," she told him. "I love that, baby. Oh, yes, that's beautiful."
The pleasure was building and building now and he was enjoying it more every moment.
"Keep it up, darling," she told him, quickly. "Oh, yes. Keep it going. That's what I want. Oh, push your butt back to me. Further, honey. Like that. Oh, yes. Throw your ass in both directions. Let me feel it."
She was becoming so excited now she was wanting to suck on it again.
"Arch your ass up, darling," she said. "I want to lick it for you."
He arched his buttocks back and she let her slippery tongue slide in there. He wiggled about as the hot tongue persisted in its thrusting movements.
"Oh, Mom," he panted. "You're too much. You really are wild. You're like an untamed sex animal.
I guess I released the dam when I started doing it with you."
She didn't answer, but her tongue answered for her. The hot tongue was really going to town now. In rapid fire thrusts he was getting an ass suck as he never imagined an ass suck would be. Reaching around him, she gripped his tool. She began pumping on his meat.
"Oh, keep it up, Mom," he told her. "Keep doing that. Yes, faster, get it hard. Harder. I can shoot again. Oh, Mom, I can cum more than Dad ever did. Keep it going. Yes, yes. I want it. Faster, Mom, faster. Like that. Oh, ah, yes, yes. Keep that going."
Faster and faster the hot tongue went to town. She was enjoying it more every moment.
"Keep it up, darling," she told him. "Keep it going. Oh, ah, yes, baby, yes."
She was preparing his prick for another cock suck. She loved to get the juice out of it, and she wondered just how much he had in there.
"Oh," she sighed, excitedly. "Keep doing that. Oh, yes, baby, I want it. Oh, ah, yes, yes. Keep doing that."
Faster and faster the hot tongue went to town. She was enjoying it more every moment.
"Keep it up, darling," she told him. "Keep it going. Oh, ah, yes, baby, yes."
She was preparing his prick for another cock suck. She loved to get the juice out of it, and she wondered just how much he had in there.
"Oh," she sighed, excitedly. "Keep doing that. Oh, yes, baby, I want it. Oh, ah, yes, yes. Keep doing that."
Faster and faster the hot tongue went to town and she was enjoying it more every second.
"Oh, baby," she begged him. "Wiggle your butt. Wiggle it when I slide it in there. Isn't that groovy?"
He had to admit that it was. The tremendous pleasure surging through his cock and the delight he was getting from her ass-stabbing activity were bringing him to the point where he knew he would have to unload his love cream again.
"Suck my ass hole, Mom," he begged her. "Suck it. Oh, ah, yes, yes. Eat that ass. Eat it, baby. Eat the asshole."
The boy had never had anything like it. Her hands were massaging his buttocks as he wiggled about the bed. Her face wouldn't move from his behind. She wanted him. She was red hot now, and her hot tongue was going to town in his tight ass. He loved the feel of it slipping up there.
"Do it," he told her. "Do it. Oh, ah, yes. Yes. Do it."
Faster and faster the hot tongue drilled his ass. He knew it wouldn't be much longer now until he would be there.
"Keep it up," he told her. "Keep it up. Oh, ah, yes, yes. Keep doing it. Faster, faster."
The pleasurable sensations that were surging through his body now demanded release.
"Oh, Mom," he begged her. "You've got to eat my cock. You've got to eat it."
The flaming tongue went on stabbing. As she got hotter and hotter, he became hotter and hotter. His ass wiggled about so she had to grab his ass cheeks and hold tight.
"Stop it," he told her. "Stop it. I want you to eat my prick. Oh, Mom, eat it."
This was where she wanted him. She wanted him shaking and trembling with sexual desire and passion. She wanted him begging. And she wasn't going to stop until she had him there.
"Stop it, Mom," he told her. "Stop it. You're driving me ape. I can't take it."
Not one word of his protestations had any effect on her whatsoever. She knew that men felt one thing when they were having sex, but acted in another way when not.
"Eat it," he told her, finally. "Eat ass. Eat my ass hole, Mom. Eat it out."
Her hot tongue drove in there with a furious tempo, and he was enjoying it and so was she.
"Keep it up," he told her. "Keep it going, Mom. Keep it going. Stab it. Stab it up there."
Hotter and hotter the tongue went to town, and with every tongue jab he was enjoying himself more.
"Lick the ass out," he told her. "Lick it, baby, lick it. Quicker. Oh, ah, yes, yes. Lick the ass hole. Like that, baby. Oh, yes, beautiful."
The hot sensations flooding through him now had brought him there.
"Oh," he panted. "Mom, I'm going to shoot in a minute. If you want to suck it off you better pull your tongue out of that ass. You read me?"
She read him right. She pulled her tongue out of his ass hole just in time. He flopped over, his heart pounding quickly and his breath coming short.
"Oh, that was a real sex act," he told her. "I never had anything like it. That was wild fucking. Oh, Mom, you're a real fucker."
She looked at him with a limp smile.
"I'm nearly exhausted from all that action. You're a wild boy. Your ass was wiggling all over the bed. It was all I could do to keep my tongue sliding up there."
"Well, you got me so excited. It's your fault."
"It's nobody's fault," she said. "It was delicious excitement and I loved it, baby. I love you."
"And I love you, Mom." He smiled as he threw his arm around her and kissed her.
CHAPTER THREE
She had a great idea, and she wasn't going to stop.
"Where are you going, Mom?" he asked.
"I'm going to get some ice cubes," she said.
"You're a riot," he said. "You're going to get ice cubes to cool me off."
"Wait and you'll see why I'm getting them," she laughed.
She hastened down the stairway and went to the kitchen. She pulled out a tray of cubes and put them in the sink. Then she popped one of the ice cubes into her mouth.
"Why in hell are you sucking on that ice cube?" he asked curiously.
"Don't bug me," she said. "I'm sucking on it for a good reason."
She went on sucking on it, and then slipped the cube out of her mouth and quickly grabbed his prick. Dropping, to her knees she pulled his cock to her mouth.
"Oh, Mom," he panted as his hot cock slipped into her cool mouth. "This is really great. This is hot and cold."
She nodded, but couldn't answer because her mouth was plugged with his big prick.
"Keep sucking," he begged her. "Keep sucking. "Oh, yes, Mom, that's wild. Keep doing it to me." Faster and faster her hot tongue went to town. It was indeed a sexual adventure for her. She loved every second of it.
"Oh, keep it up," he told her. "Keep doing it. Oh, ah, yes. Yes. That's what I dig. Oh, Mom, keep doing it."
Faster and faster the hot tool pumped into her mouth. Then he gripped her head and it slipped down her throat.
"Oh, Mom," the boy panted. "What a cock suck! This is really something. My hot prick and your cool mouth."
His cock suddenly exploded. The hot, white lava erupted and filled her throat.
"Oh," the boy panted as his sexual ecstasy flooded his mind and he flooded her face.
He didn't quite stop pumping and thrusting until he had finished shooting, and she loved it, every drop of it. When he pulled his prick out of her mouth, she looked at him with a slow smile.
"How'd you like that, darling?" she asked him.
"Mom, that was tremendous. You really are a blow-job artist."
"What's that?" she laughed.
"That's the name we give the girls who give good head at school," he explained.
"Oh, I see," she said. "You have girls at school who do it on a wholesale scale."
"Right on, Mom," he laughed. "There's nothing wrong with it, either. No, sir. Every man has to get his rocks off, and I think it's beautiful we can have all this fun screwing."
"I do, too, in a way," she said. "But in a way it bothers me. I think you're doing much too much sexually, and much too much educationally," she said.
As she lay there looking after him, as he walked out of the bedroom to leave her alone, her mind wandered off. She remembered when he was a young boy. He was a handsome child. How she and her husband Raymond had loved him. They called him Neil and she had loved the name. Neil looked like a prince to her. She remembered a scrapbook with a picture of a prince that her mother had. Strangely, there was a definite resemblance. Now, she had had her prince. She had had her prince's cock, and even though she was his mother, and she knew it was considered a terrible thing to do, she didn't hate herself. Yet she knew she must never let her husband, Raymond, know. Of course Raymond had been stepping out on her for years. Of course, Raymond had his women on the side. However, if Raymond had any idea she was having sex with their son, his son, he might kill her. She rested and fell asleep.
Meanwhile, Neil was in his bedroom. He wasn't asleep. He was tossing and turning in his bed and thinking. What had he done? What terrible sin? And if his father knew, all of these thoughts and thoughts like these whirled through his mind, giving him little peace. He wished he could find some release from it all, but he couldn't. His mind wandered back through his youth. He remembered the times he had seen his mother stepping out of the shower. As her body emerged from the shower stall he remembered getting a slight erection. It bugged him that he had, then. He wondered if something was wrong with him. It was strange how he could trace his fascination for her back to his" childhood. And this haunted him. Finally, he did go to sleep.
In the later afternoon she awakened. She stepped into his bedroom and saw him. He was lying there, stark naked, and so relaxed. He limp prick appealed to her. It looked innocent and beautiful.
"Darling," she said, "you'd better get up. Dad will be home soon. And, honey, we don't want to do anything that would make him suspicious."
Neil nodded.
"Okay, Mom," he said, quietly.
"You all right, love?" she asked him.
"Of course, I am," he told her. "I'm all right. Don't worry about me."
"I wasn't worried about you, darling," she said. "I just know after we've done what we've done you might have begun to feel guilty. And I wouldn't want you to feel any pain or unhappiness because of the pleasure you brought to me."
"I'm sorry," he said. "But I shouldn't have done it. Forgive me, Mom."
"Forgive you?" she asked, sitting down on the edge of the bed and stroking his chest with her hand. "You should ask my forgiveness? That's absurd. I'm an adult. You are a minor. It's my fault if it's anyone's. The court would say so."
"Don't mention court," he said. "I don't want to hear the word. I know we've done something awful and I know we should never do it again. Yet, I know we will."
"I, too," she told him. "It's as if we're drawn together and we can't get away from it."
"That's exactly the way I feel," he said, quickly. "I'm ashamed of myself for doing it, but I want to do it, so I guess there isn't any way out."
"There really isn't," she agreed. "No way at all." He felt sad as he thought about her. She really was a beautiful woman. And it was a shame that his father hadn't serviced her the way she needed it.
"Don't you feel guilty, Mom," he said, quietly. "You didn't get from Dad what you should have. He should have balled you. With the body and shape that you've got, you deserve a good screwing."
"Well, I've got it, only he gave me the shaft."
"So did I," he reminded her, laughing.
"But that was pleasurable the way you did it," she said. "You used grease. He stuck it up there with nothing."
"I read you," he smiled.
She left the room, went back to her bedroom and dressed for dinner. Her son did the same thing.
When Raymond came home that night he didn't notice anything was wrong. "Hi, there," he grinned at his wife. "How's everything?"
"Just fine, dear," she said. "We'll have dinner out on the patio."
"That's nice," he said. "You didn't have to dress up. Usually, you two are swimming. Now I'm going to go in and take a dip."
"Well, good for you," she said. "It's about time you had a little exercise here. This beautiful pool and you never use it."
"I know," he said. "And I'm sorry I don't, too. It's just that I get so busy I don't get a chance to do half of what I want to do."
"I know what you mean," she nodded.
Now he was eager to have his fun. Going up to the bedroom, he took off his clothes and slipped into his swimsuit. Returning, he asked His son, "Hey, why don't you go in with me?"
"Okay, Dad," Neil agreed.
Neil went upstairs and slid into his suit. Then he came down and joined his father for a swim period. The two of them had a good time, and she could hardly get them out to eat.
"Your food is going to get cold," Pamela complained. "Everything is ready."
They sat down to good steaks and a salad. She poured some wine, and Neil begged for some.
"Wine isn't for young boys," she said.
Giving her a strange look, Neil said, "Well, Mom, I'm old enough, and you know it."
The sudden show of force in his voice surprised Raymond.
"Don't talk to your mother that way," he objected. "Don't ever talk that way to her."
"It's all right, darling," she said. "Neil didn't mean anything. He's just a little uptight tonight."
"Uptight?" Raymond asked his son. "Why?"
"Oh, nothing, Dad," he said, changing the subject.
They had a good dinner, and after dinner Neil said that he wanted to go for a walk. She worried about him, hoping that his mind wasn't disturbed or distressed with the wild day of sex he had had with her.
"Take care of yourself, dear," she said as she saw him stride out the door.
Raymond looked at his wife and said, "My, but you look beautiful tonight. I don't know what it is, but you've never looked so sexy."
"Forget it," she said. "Don't talk sex to me tonight. I'm not in the mood."
"Well, isn't that funny," he said, anxiously. "I am. Just when I'd like to get my rocks off, you don't want to."
"Look," she said, "how many times have I tried to get you to give it to me and you wouldn't. When I need a good fucking, I can't have it."
"Stop bitching," he said. "If you want to make such a big thing out of it, I'll fuck a dame at the office. They cost me a little, but I'll do it."
"Well, that's what you've been doing all along," she told him.
"Listen, Pam," he said. "I've only gone to those other women because you wouldn't do things I wanted you to do. How many times have you sucked my cock?"
"That's a nice question to ask," she said, angrily. "How many times have you eaten my pussy?" , "Well, I don't believe in doing it unless you will eat my rod. That's only fair. Is this a democratic marriage or isn't it?"
"All right," she said, tightly. "It's democratic. Let's go right upstairs, take a nice shower and go to town on each other."
"All right," he agreed. "We'll have to lock the bedroom and I hope our dear son doesn't bother us."
"Why, I wouldn't worry about him," she said.' "He'll take care of himself."
"I sure hope so," he said. "Because I don't want him nosing around our bedroom. It wouldn't be good for Neil to find out what his dad does to his mother."
"Right on," she agreed.
Together they went upstairs. Finally, when they were alone in the bedroom, horrible feelings came over her. She didn't want to have anything to do with him at all. As she watched him take off his pants, pull off his shorts, and look at his huge cock, nothing but revulsion swept through her.
"Doesn't it look beautiful?" he smiled, smugly. He was holding his pole in his hand and trying to get a compliment from her.
"Oh, yes," she said. "Gorgeous."
"I don't appreciate your sarcasm, wife," he said, evenly.
"Well, I don't appreciate your thinking that you're so tremendous. That's what I call disgusting. That big ego of yours is about five times as big as your prick."
"Are you trying to say I don't have a good-size cock," he snapped, indignantly.
"Well, something like that," she agreed.
"Well, I don't appreciate your acting like that," he said, evenly. "As a matter-of-fact, I'm getting mighty disgusted with you."
"Well, that's just too bad," she said. "Because I'm disgusted with you."
"Well, then, that makes it mutual, doesn't it?" Now they were both getting the point.
"Honey," he said, "don't get your bowels in an uproar. Now, let's just relax."
"I'm relaxing," she said. "Relaxing plenty."
"Just take your clothes off, doll," he said. "I want to see your sweet pussy. Then, baby, we'll get in the shower and we can wash each other off."
"My, my," she laughed." But aren't we getting romantic. This is really too much.
"Yes, it is, baby," she told him, quickly. "Much, much too much. You coming in here, storming in, asking for sex. You haven't been this hot for me for years."
"Well, you never gave me a chance," he said. "You always were cold. You were forever turning me off."
"That's not true," she said. "You were denying a few simple requests."
"Like that mink you hounded me for ... for years?" he asked, angrily.
"Every woman needs a mink," she said. "When we're at our life style, I can't afford to go out without one."
"Oh, yes," he said. "And that nice car I got you."
"Well, we did need a second car," she said, quickly.
"But we didn't need a second Mark IV," he said, angrily. "You know, baby, you could've settled for a Cadillac."
"I'm turned off of Cadillacs," she said. "And, darling, you know you have the money. If you'd spend it less on those other women you're keeping and more on me, your beautiful, loving wife, everybody would be happier."
"Everybody except my mistresses," he chuckled.
"See? You admitted it. And you expect me to crawl into bed and have wild sex with you. Well, I've got an idea. I'm really going to puncture your air. I'm not going to do it."
Rushing over to his wife, he grabbed her. "Pam, look at me," he said, tightly. "Don't you ever desire me?"
She looked at him and all the anger she felt through the years of neglect was surging through her now.
"No," she said. "I haven't missed you one bit. You probably are just as difficult as you ever were. You'll probably insist I eat your ass and all kinds of crazy things."
"That isn't crazy stuff," he said, angrily. "Nita will do it for me. And, if Nita will eat my ass out and suck my cock, I guess my wife can."
"Well, you're paying her more than you are your wife," she said. "I've been keeping my eye on that good-for-nothing French blonde, and, anyway, I've found out she isn't a blonde. That's just artificial coloring."
"Don't you talk about Nita," he said. "Nita has given me better sex than you've ever given me."
"I think I'll leave you," she said, evenly. "I don't think you deserve me."
"I don't deserve some of this crappy treatment you've been giving me for years," he said, tightly. "As a matter-of-fact, you're the one who is deserting me. You ought to be ashamed of yourself."
"Well, I'm not," she said, tightly. "I'm not ashamed at all. I'm just sorry. Sorry for myself. Sorry I was every born."
"That makes two of us," he said, tightly. "Well, I think that will about settle us. I don't want sex with you." He strode off to the bathroom and slammed the door. That did it. Suddenly, when he didn't want her, she wanted him. She knew she had a perverse nature, but she didn't know why. Rushing over to the door, she quickly opened it. And then, she saw him standing there.
"Oh, boy," she grinned. "What a great cock you've got. You're really hard, honey. I'll go down on it."
"Will you, wife?" he said, lifting a leg, grabbing his ass cheek.
"Will you eat this?" he asked.
"Of course, love," she said. "With honey in it. Why not do that?"
"Honey?" he asked. "What are, you talking about?"
"Well, you're always putting honey in my cunt," she laughed. "Why don't I slip honey up your ass hole?"
"Good idea," he said. "You're going to find rainbows up there, baby, and I'm going to enjoy it when that hot tongue is sliding in there. Go get the honey. I'll take my shower."
He stepped into the shower and turned the water on. As the water poured over his body, he felt relieved and relaxed. Then he began soaping himself. He soaped his ass hole out and soaped his prick. Now he was ready for action.
"I can hardly wait," he said. "It'll be a lot of fun." Then he saw her coming in carrying the honey.
"You've got it!" he said. "You've got it."
"Yes," she said. "And I'm going to spoon it into your ass hole."
"Beautiful, baby," he told her. "I'll bend over and let you do it. I'll stand on my head."
"Beautiful," she told him.
Now he was ready to do his thing. She got into the shower and washed herself off. He soaped her off all over. He slid the soap between her ass cheeks and washed her good. Then he soaped her vagina. He pulled her pussy lips apart and let the water splash in there.
"Oh, stop that," she complained. "What the hell do you think you're doing?"
"I'm cleaning out your cunt so I can lick it," he laughed. "What's wrong, baby?"
"Nothing," she told him. "But it makes me nervous."
"Me, too," he said. "But don't worry about it." Now the water was washing her clean. Then she was suddenly ready. Ready for action. He walked over to her quickly and smiled at her.
"Baby," he told her, quickly, "we're going to have some fun, and I mean fun."
It didn't take him much longer now. He lifted her, after he had dried her off, and carried her into the bedroom. He placed her on the bed and said, "Baby, I want you to do your thing. Take that honey container and your spoon. I'm going to arch my ass up so you can spoon it in there. Then I want you to suck that sweet ass out."
"It'll be my pleasure," she told him. "That's the way we should do it. Enjoy our bodies. None of this foolishness about being afraid to do this or that. When we throw the inhibitions over, we can have fun."
The excitement now was building every moment. She went over to get the honey jar as he arched his buttocks up. He pulled his ass apart so she could slip the honey in. She spooned it in carefully, and he told her, "Easy does it."
"Don't worry, honey. I'm not going to shove the spoon in," she laughed. Now she was ready. She bent over and started licking. The honey tasted good.
"Keep it up, baby," Raymond told his wife, Pam. "Oh, yes, honey, lick it. Lick it quicker. Oh, ah, that's what I dig. Oh, eat it. Eat that ass. Oh, ah, yes, yes, keep it going. Faster, faster. Suck it, suck it. Oh, ah, yes, yes, baby. Eat my ass hole."
The wonderful pleasure that he was deriving from this activity was eclipsing anything that his mistress, Nita, had ever done for him.
"Oh, honey, you're really wild. Faster, lover, faster. That's what I want. Oh, ah, yes, yes, baby, keep it up. Suck it. Suck it."
He hissed the words now as she did her thing. Reaching down, she gripped his tool. She was pumping it methodically. As she built up a speedy rhythm, he really was excited.
"Oh, baby, you're going wild. Whatever happened to you? Did you go to some sex clinic or something? You're on fire, baby. Stab that tongue up there. Lick it, baby. Oh, ah, yes, yes!"
The hot, pumping tongue was doing its thing. She was going out of her mind with delight as the activity continued.
"Oh, baby," he told her. "Suck. Suck, suck it. Suck the ass. Eat it, eat it."
Her hot pumping tongue was licking furiously. The honey tasted delicious to her. She was gripping his ass cheeks as she sucked.
"Oh, wife," he told her, "what a beautiful job you're doing. That's what I like. Keep it going, baby, keep it going. Faster, faster. Use your tongue. Oh, baby, drill it in there."
Now he was going out of his mind with pleasure, and he had a strange idea surge through his mind. He told her so, too.
"Baby, I've got something you ought to try. Something really wild. I never told you about it, but I'll get it out and demonstrate it to you."
"What is it, darling?" she asked, smiling.
"Just wait, baby. Just wait."
He went to the closet and fished around in some boxes. He returned with something that made her almost flip out. She glared at him as he held forth a dildo.
"What in the world are you doing with that?" she asked, angrily. "Is that Nita that you're playing around with some kind of a lesbian?"
"Oh, no, honey," he laughed. "Nita is no les. But she's done some things that have taught me to try a lot of things. For example, she likes to fuck my ass hole."
"Screw your ass hole?" she asked, amazed. "What in the world is happening?"
Pam paced the floor. She couldn't believe it. Turning to her husband, she said, "What's the world coming to? A man asking to get his ass fucked by a woman?"
"This is absurd," she said. "I won't do it. You're trying to turn me into a lesbian. Before I know what's happening, you'll be introducing me to Nita and asking me to ball with her so you can stand by and watch. I've heard about you men. I know what you like to do. You like every dirty act you can think of. And you love to watch two women making it. I read about it in that sex clinic book. Now who was it that wrote that?"
"Forget that sex clinic book," he said. "But let me tell you something, sweetheart. The way that Nita swings that dildo into my ass hole is something wild. She uses this lubrication jelly that she gives me, and then she slides it in there and I get a fuck like you wouldn't believe. That's after the ass suck."
"Just as I expected," she said. "That woman has spoiled you. She's done everything to you. She's perverted you, twisted you and made you into a good-for-nothing."
"Baby, put it on," he said.
"Why should I?" she protested. "I don't want to."
"Go ahead, honey," he begged her. "Do it. Do it for me."
"No," she insisted. "I don't want to."
"Go ahead, honey. Please."
Her husband's imploring got to her finally. Suddenly, she took the dildo away from him and strapped it on herself. She looked at herself in the mirror and said, disgustedly, "I look like a fucking lesbian."
"No, you don't, darling," he said. "You look like a wonderful wife. A wife who isn't afraid to try everything. Now, baby, let's get going."
She went over to the bed nervously, and straddled him.
"I'll help you, honey," he said. "Let me grease the plastic prick."
He gripped the plastic cock in one hand, and, using the lubrication jelly with the other, got the prick greasy and slick.
"Now, it won't slide up there quickly, doll," he told her." And we're both going to enjoy it."
"Well, I'm not," she said. "I'll never enjoy having that thing driven up there. Never."
"Oh, yes, you will," he told her. "You really will."
The pleasure was surfacing now, and he was eager to do his thing.
"Okay, baby," he told her, "we're going to have a ball. We really are."
Now she gripped the false prick in her hand and drove it into her husband's ass hole.
"Doesn't that hurt, honey?" she asked.
"No," he said. "I'm a big man. I can take it. Oh, yes, baby, that's beautiful. Nita has broken me in. My ass is ready."
She gave a sudden jab forward when it stopped at the tight anal ring, and, as she moved forward, he was marveled. It drove in with hard pitched thrusts.
"Oh, keep that up, baby," he told her, excitedly. "Keep doing it. Just like that, baby. Oh, yes, I love it. Fuck it, fuck it!"
Faster and faster the hot dick drove into his ass. He was enjoying it more every moment.
"Keep that going, baby," he told her, excitedly. "Keep it going. Oh, I love that. Keep fucking. Faster, honey, faster. Now you're doing it. Oh, screw it."
She gripped her husband's buttocks and watched the dildo sliding in and out. She looked in the mirror and, with the dildo strapped on her self and her husband's ass receiving it so smoothly, found herself turning on. Her mound was moistening as she drove it in.
"Say, baby, I'm enjoying it, too," she told him. "It's funny. It's in the mind, it's psychic."
"I don't know what it is," he said. "But it sure feels good, honey. Keep fucking, honey."
Faster and faster the hot tool drilled into him. She was enjoying it more than she ever thought she could.
"Keep it up, honey," he told her. "That's beautiful. Now you're fucking. That's what I want you to do. Oh, yes, baby, keep fucking. Faster, like that. Oh, ah, yes, yes. Keep it going."
The delicious excitement was getting to her now and was driving her out of her mind.
"Oh," he panted. "Fuck, fuck, baby, fuck." Reaching around she gripped his tool.
"That's it, darling," he said. "The combined action. Both things at the same time. Oh, baby, that's what I call thrusts. Keep doing it. More. Oh, ah, yes, yes. Keep fucking. Faster, honey, faster. Oh, yes, pull my cock. I'll tell you when, and then I want you to get around here and suck it off. Oh, yes, that's what I dig. Keep doing it, darling. Keep doing it."
She was amazed at how much pleasure she was deriving from this. At first she thought it was revolting and disgusting. The whole idea appalled her. However, the more she pushed the dildo into her husband's tight, twisting ass hole, the more fun it became.
"Oh, honey," he panted. "I love it. You know, the ass is a good place for excitement. I've never drilled yours. I've wanted to but you wouldn't let me.
"All right, darling," she sighed as she went on pulling on his dick. "As soon as we finish this, I'll let you drill me. How about that?"
"Now, that's being a good wife," he told her, frankly. "That's what I've expected of you. I've wanted action like this for a long, long time, darling."
"Well, I guess I've lost my inhibitions," she said. "But, baby, I'd better get my mouth around your cock because you're going to unload, and soon."
"All right, honey," he told her. "It won't be much longer now."
It wasn't going to be much longer, that was for sure, and as she pulled the slickened dildo out of his ass hole, she unstrapped it quickly. Then she got underneath her husband and told him, "Fire away."
Hastily, Raymond thrust his prick into Pam's mouth. Pam played with his balls while she sucked on the head of his cock.
"Oh, you're good at this," he told her. "How did you ever manage to get this good? It's amazing. I can't believe it. You're almost as good as Nita." With that, Pam pulled her mouth off his prick. "If you mention that whore once more," she said, tightly, "I will never screw you again."
"Oh, yes, you would," he chuckled. "You'd screw me in a divorce court. That's where you'd fuck me, and you'd fuck me good. You'd give me the shaft like you didn't do it here, baby, and it would hurt a hell of a lot more."
"You're so damned right," she said, tightly. "I would get a good shylock lawyer and I'd clean you out."
"Baby, I know. It's cheaper to stay with you. Now, I'll try never to mention Nita again, but the way you were blowing me there for a moment reminded me of Nita. I'm sorry. I couldn't help it. It really is a great job that you're giving me. Forgive me if I'm being difficult."
"You're not being difficult," she told him. "You're being impossible."
"All right, dear wife," he said. "Wrap your mouth around my shaft again and we'll go back to the fun."
"Okay," she said. "But remember that this is a marital bed, not a whore's bed."
"That isn't the way I heard it," he chuckled. "Didn't they say the perfect wife is the one who was a tremendous cook in the kitchen and as good as a whore in the bedroom?"
"Well, you didn't get that out of the marriage manual that I subscribe to," she said, tightly. "I disagree completely. Now, as long as that big joint of yours isn't going to go down, I guess I'll just have to suck it off."
"I guess you will, darling," he said, handing her his big cock.
She pulled the prick into her mouth and began sucking vigorously.
"Keep it up, baby," he told her, quickly. "Keep doing it. Faster, honey, faster. Oh, yes. Now you're sucking. Oh, take it all in. Take it all in. Stick a finger up my ass hole."
She slid a finger up his slickened ass hole and gobbled his prick.
"Oh, honey, I'd love to throat fuck you. That's beautiful. Oh, baby, doesn't it feel good to have it sliding down your throat? Your own husband? Not some creepy old character who you might be able to pick up at a bar, baby. But me, wonderful Raymond, your husband. Suck his prick. Suck it." She didn't understand why he referred to himself as a third person. Nor did she understand why he was continually handing himself all of the compliments. It disgusted her.
"Eat me," he begged her. "Eat my cock. Oh, ah, yes, yes, baby, suck it off. Suck it off, baby. That's it, suck it off."
Raymond's voice was almost hissing now as he came close to climax. He was trembling and vibrating all over. She pulled her mouth off his cock and asked him why.
"Darling, are you afraid of something?" she inquired.
"But, why should I be afraid?" he asked. "Get your sucking mouth back on my cock and finish it."
"I just couldn't figure it out," she said. "You seemed nimbly and nervous."
"Okay, baby, if you don't blow me fast I'm going to pull it off."
"No, you don't," she said. "I want to suck it off. I want the juice. I want all of it."
"Okay, honey," he said. "Get your mouth back there and start sucking."
She pulled his proud manhood back to her lips and licked all around it.
"Oh, eat it, baby," he told her, quickly. "Eat it. That's beautiful. Eat that cock. Eat it."
Now she was letting him thrust as far as he could, and she was pumping her finger into his ass hole as far as it would reach up his rectum.
"Oh," he panted. "I'm juicing. I'm there, baby. I'm cumming. Suck the juice out, suck the juice out. That's it, suck it, suck it. Eat it, eat my cock juice."
The love cream that flooded her mouth now wasn't anywhere near as thick as her son's. It was very disappointing to her. That was amazing. She couldn't understand it.
"I'm coming," he said. "I'm coming."
She said to herself, You're dreaming, you're dreaming. If that stuff shooting out of your dick is cream, you've got another think coming. You ought to see your son's cream. His sperm is twice as thick as yours and it tastes twice as good, too. No doubt that French girl, Nita, doing all of her sucking of your cock has left you drained when you come home to me. All of these thoughts and thoughts like these were whirling and spinning through her mind, as well as disgusted revulsion. The nerve of him giving me a third or fourth serving. And if he was this low, he wasn't any good.
"Oh, baby, did you enjoy it?" he asked, wild-eyed.
"Of course, dear," she said. "It was fun."
"Did you get a good load? he asked, earnestly.
"Of course, darling," she said. "You were real horny tonight. You really needed that blow job."
"These balls are loaded," he said, tightly. "Isn't it wonderful?"
"Oh, sure, dear," she said, quickly. "Do you mind if I get something to drink?"
"Didn't you get enough to drink here?" he chuckled and winked.
"Not quite," she said, with an acid tinge in her tone.
"Look, baby, I don't appreciate that sarcastic way of yours," he said. "You know your ass is getting a little fat."
That did it. She spun around.
"How dare you say that," she said, tightly. "My ass is perfect. It's well rounded, it's firm. It's beautiful, and if you don't want to fuck it, there are plenty of men who would appreciate a good piece of ass like me."
"Just teasing," he laughed. "Just seeing if you still have that same ego."
"Well, I've got the same body," she flipped back, "So it doesn't hurt to have the same ego, does it?"
"Well, no," he said. "I guess your tits don't sag and your ass isn't too big. As a matter-of-fact, my wife is beautiful."
"That's more like it," she said. "This Nita that you ball with no doubt isn't anywhere near as glamorous as I am."
"You said not to mention her," he said. "But if you want me to describe her...."
"Stop it!" she snapped as she poured herself some liquor. "I don't want to hear another word about that woman. The nerve of you bringing another woman into our sacred marriage quarters. It's disgusting. I've kept the marriage vows, and look how you're acting. You're disgusting."
"Am I?" he said.
"Yes, you are," she said. "You're a two-timing, good-for-nothing, not-to-be-trusted, double-crossing...."
"Well," he said. "Is that all?"
"If that isn't enough," she said, "I'll go get the dictionary."
"Honey, instead of getting the dictionary, why don't you bring back the fuck book? That would help us. You know, one of those books that tell you positions?"
"That, love, is mechanical fucking."
"Well, isn't fucking mechanical?"
"Well, with most men it is," she said. "But women aren't that way."
"That's what you think. If you'd screwed as many women as I have you'd know."
"Well, I don't intend to, darling," she said. "I'm not women orientated."
"I didn't think you were, love, or I wouldn't have married you."
She looked at him with a startled expression. "You know, baby," she said, "I really get disgusted with you in so many ways. I can't tell you"
"Is that so?" he smiled. "Well, honey, let me tell you a thing or two, if you've got any sense at all you'll listen to me."
"I'm listening," she said. "I'm all ears."
"So am I," he said. "And I'm listening good."
"Well, it's about time you ate me. I want you to lick everything that I've licked on you."
"Well, you don't have a cock, honey," he laughed.
"Well, I've got a cunt, and it loves to be licked."
"Yeah?" he smiled. "Who's been licking it?" Guilt flooded through her mind as she thought of her son. Wouldn't he flip if he knew Neil had been sucking her cunt? This thought upset her so much that she couldn't speak.
"What's wrong, darling?" he asked in a low voice. "You're not answering me."
"I need another drink," she slurred, feigning drunkenness.
"But, baby," he said. "You had something you wanted to tell me."
"Did I?" she smiled, slyly.
"Oh, yes, you did. You certainly did. Now, why don't you leave with me?"
"Never," she said. "I could never level with you."
"Why not?" he asked.
"Because," she shrieked, "you've never leveled with me for years. I waited at home alone on Saturday nights wishing I had someone to love me, and I've imagined you doing everything. It's been torture for me to imagine what you were out there doing with women. Sheer torture, sheer hell."
"I didn't want to torture you," he said, quietly. "I really didn't."
"No," she said. "You didn't, but you did."
He walked over to his wife and put his arm around her.
"Don't touch me now," she said. "Let me think about it awhile."
"Honey," he said, quickly, "I'm going to eat your snatch. As far as I'm concerned, you've got the most beautiful pussy in the world."
"Do you really think so?" she said, coming back to life.
"I know so," he said. "It's the million-dollar snatch."
"Is it, baby?" she grinned.
Patting it playfully, he said; "Yes, baby, it's the million-dollar snatch. Let me finger it."
Raymond slipped a finger in Pam's twat. He liked doing this. He manipulated the clitoris and she became more stimulated every moment.
"Oh, darling," she said, quietly. "It feels so good. It really does, honey."
"Feels good to me, too," he assured her.
The beautiful pleasure they were giving each other now was unlike anything she had ever had before, and she was enjoying every moment of it.
"Honey," she smiled, "I'd love to lock my legs around you and let you suck me."
"But I want to put honey in it," he said. "I love to lick honey out of your box."
"Well, I'll have to get more honey," she said. "I ran out feeding your ass with it."
"Good girl," he said. "I hope you can get back here before our son, Neil, gets back. We'd have a rather difficult time explaining to him what we're doing with honey."
"I'll be right back, dear," she said. "Don't worry about him. He'll probably be gone out with his girl friend."
"That's right," he said. "He's at that age. No doubt he's shacking up with some cute chick right now."
"Or some older woman," she said.
"Why did you say that, dear?" he asked.
"Oh, I don't know," she shrugged, nervously. "Yes, you do. Do you know something I don't know?"
"Why, no," she said. "What would ever make you think that?"
"I don't know. Just a hunch."
"Don't believe hunches, love," she smiled as she sailed out of the bedroom and went downstairs to get the honey.
CHAPTER FOUR
Returning with the honey in her hand, she walked over to the bed. She decided that she better put on a funny face and smile and laugh and make her husband think all was well.
"Darling," she said, "don't ever take me seriously. I get blue moments."
"So do I, love," he said. "But we can't give in to them, can we?"
"No, darling, we can't. No matter what, we've got to forge ahead. It isn't always easy, baby, but we've got to."
"Right on," he smiled at her.
She was learning fast but it was painful and difficult for her. She had made up her mind that the only way to do her thing was to go right ahead and do whatever popped into her mind at that moment.
She lay on the bed and gave her husband the honey.
"I found the other honey," she said. "Plastic container. Just slip the nozzle in and squeeze."
He took the plastic container from her and thrust it into her cunt with a forward jab.
"Easy does it," she told him. "Wow!"
He was squeezing it now and the sticky honey was shooting inside of her.
"Oh, that feels good, darling," she told him. "It really does."
"Glad you like it, love," he smiled.
Now she was becoming more and more excited. And as he squeezed the honey, he was getting eager to pull her pussy lips apart and start licking her honey-filled cunt. He wanted to show her a few tongue tricks.
She spread her cunt for him and he got down there.
"Suck me," she said, sternly. "Suck my pussy."
He looked at her and said, "Are you acting?"
"Well, that's a good way to make it," she said. "It's always a little fun to put show biz into sex," she said.
"Well, that's true," he said. "I learned more about sex from the movie 'Deep Throat' than I did from any other picture."
"Well, I learned more about loving in 'The Last Tango in Paris.' That's a picture. I mean that's a picture. Brando does everything. He uses only margarine to slide his dick up the ass hole."
"I don't believe it," he said. "I just don't believe it."
"Well, you ought to go see it, darling. What do you think I brought this oleo margarine up here for?"
"I was wondering about that," he said.
"Well, that would be a good way to make it. After you eat my cunt, I'd enjoy a nice little ass fuck."
"Okay, wife," he smiled. "I'll try to do my best, and I hope you enjoy it."
He was preparing for her now and she was eager for it. It didn't take him long to finish preparing her pussy for his tongue. Then he got his face down there and suddenly started licking away with his tongue.
"Lash it," she told him. "Lash that cunt. Oh, ah, yes, yes. Suck the pussy. Suck it," she said.
Faster and faster the hot tongue traveled over the cunt. She was enjoying it more every moment.
"Keep it going," she told him. "Keep sucking, baby. Keep doing it. Oh, ah, yes, yes, that's what I want. Keep sucking. Faster, honey, faster. That's what I want. Oh, ah, suck, baby, suck."
Faster and faster the hot tongue went to town. He was enjoying it enormously.
"Suck my pussy," she begged. "Suck it, baby, suck it."
Faster and faster the hot tongue went to town and he enjoyed it more every moment.
The pleasure that was coming to her now surpassed the boundaries of anything that she had ever had before.
"Oh, keep it up, baby, keep it up. Keep doing it. Oh, yes, that's beautiful."
There was no doubt in his mind now. His wife wanted to be loved in the French style. His hot tongue whipped around her clit, and she vibrated with passion and pleasure.
"Oh," she panted. "I love this. Oh, baby, what you're doing to me. I love it. Suck it. Suck it." Faster and faster the hot tongue twirled. The pleasures were increasing every second.
"Oh," she told him. "I love this, baby. I love this."
As the tongue slid inside of her, she was amazed. She could hardly believe anything could be this beautiful. Indeed, Raymond knew a lot about cunt eating. He looked up at her and said, "Baby, why aren't you talking?"
"Talking?" she said. "I don't consider this a time to talk."
"You couldn't be more wrong, honey," he told her. "If ever there was a time to talk, it's right now, baby. That's the object. You use a little discretion. And you shout obscenities. That's fun. I want to hear you talking. I want you to say 'Eat my pussy.' I want to hear you say 'Suck my cunt.' Go ahead, Tell me. Treat me rough. I respond."
"All right, you cunt-licker pussy-eater, go ahead. Suck it. Suck it. Eat my pussy. Suck my pussy. Ah, yes, baby, that's good. Stick that slimy tongue up there. Oh, yes, I like it.
"All right, you cunt-licker pussy-eater, go ahead. Suck it. Suck it. Eat my pussy. Suck my pussy. Ah, yes, baby, that's good. Stick that slimy tongue up there. Oh, yes, I like it. Stab it. Suck, suck my pussy."
The tremendous delight he experienced from getting the activity of his tongue sliding around in her twat was amazing to him.
"Eat it," she urged him. "That's beautiful, baby, suck my pussy. Keep sucking. Lick it, baby. Lick my cunt."
Quicker and quicker the hot tongue flashed around her hot hole and she became more stimulated every second. Then he used his finger on her clitoris. Now he was nibbling at it.
"Eat my cunt," she cried, excitedly. "Eat it, baby, eat it."
Faster and faster the hot tongue traveled around there, and the pleasure was increased. She was delighted and excited, as the pleasure continued.
"Suck me," she begged him. "Suck me, suck me."
She was happy to give him the words, yet it seemed rather ridiculous.
Reaching out, she gripped her husband's head and ran her fingers through his hair.
"Suck the pussy," she told him. "Suck it. Suck it. Come on, cunt eater. Faster, faster, use your tongue. That's beautiful, baby. Do I taste sweet? Can you get the honey? Oh, yes, now I'm juicing, baby. Oh, baby, I'm gushing. That's a nice mixed drink, isn't it? Honey and love juice. Oh, baby, suck it. Suck that sweet cunt!"
She locked her legs around her husband's neck and forced herself forward. He loved it. His hot tongue jabbed inside her body, and he told her quietly, "Baby, you're beautiful. I mean you are beautiful all over."
Now his cock was hard again.
"Now, use the oleo margarine," she said. "I want you to use it on your dick. That will get it ready to stab up my ass hole."
"You really want it up there, don't you, baby? Well, if you want it that bad, I'll do it."
"Beautiful," he told her. "I think it's beautiful the way you spread for me."
She was on her knees now, spreading her ass cheeks so he could slide his well-greased cock in there. He gripped her buttocks and stabbed forward.
"Oh," he sighed, quickly. "I just love this. Oh, yes, baby, this is fun. Oh, ah, yes, yes. Keep it going. Oh, baby, I love this. Suck it, suck it."
Faster and faster the hot tongue licked away. Every second he enjoyed the lapping more than the last.
"Eat it," she begged, quickly. "Eat it. Oh, wow!"
The pleasure was surfacing and she could hardly stand it.
"Oh," she panted. "Keep it going, darling, keep it going."
Faster and faster he drilled into her. She gripped his tool with her ass muscles, and then she wiggled around.
"Oh," she panted. "I love the way you're doing it to me. Shove it in there, baby. Faster. Faster. That's what I dig. Oh, yes. Keep it up."
He forged ahead and without a moment's hesitation he reached around and gripped her breasts.
"Oh, baby," he told her. "You sure got a tight ass. I really enjoy fucking you. Oh, baby, I like to fuck your ass hole."
"It does excite me when you use those words," she told him. "I don't know why, honey, but I love it. Fuck it, fuck my ass."
Now young Neil was coming up the stairway. It bothered him when he heard what was going on. As he heard his father driving it into his mother's tight ass hole, he got so angry he wanted to rush in and pull him off, but he knew he couldn't. He had to wait his time.
Faster and faster his father's tool drilled in there.
"Keep it up," he begged. "Keep twisting your tail. Oh, wow! You're really turning on. That's the way to do it. Oh, yes, I love it. Keep fucking. Faster, like that. Oh, yes. Keep it going."
Faster and faster his piston-precision tool drilled her ass, and she kept wiggling, the pleasure increasing with every twist.
"Keep it going, baby," he told her. "Oh, ah, yes, yes. That's what I need. Keep fucking. Oh, ah, yes. Yes."
Faster and faster the hard tool drilled in there, and every thrust produced more pleasure. Waves of delight swept over him as he continued drilling in there.
"Oh, baby, what a tight tail you've got. You really were made for this. You're made for ass fucking."
This really got to Neil. He knew that his mother could give him sex. Wild sex. That he had enjoyed it enormously. Now it really angered him to think that he had to listen to this. He wanted to rush in, but he couldn't. He stood there and finally realized that he'd better walk down the hall. If he stood there much longer it would drive him out of his mind. He went to his bedroom and quietly crept in. Then he took off all of his clothes and slipped between the sheets. But he couldn't stand it. His cock was hard. He had to do something. Reaching down, he suddenly began pumping it.
"Oh, I hate to do this," he said in a low voice. "I hate to, but I don't know what else to do."
Faster and faster he pumped his prick. Now he was enjoying it.
"Oh," he panted. "That's beautiful. Oh, yes, I love it."
Faster and faster he drilled it, and every moment in his imagination he was giving it to his mother, just like his father was giving it to her, and suddenly his imagination took over to the point where his cock exploded in his hand, the hot dripping juice splashing off in his hands and onto the bed sheets.
"Oh," he sighed as he pushed his buttocks forward.
Meantime, his mother was getting the real thing. His father's big juicer was slamming it home, and the hot, white sperm flashed into her rectum.
"Oh, grab it, honey," he told her. "Grab it, milk it.
"Oh, yes, that's beautiful. Oh, ah, yes, yes. Keep it going. Faster, honey, faster. That's what I want. Do it like that. Oh, keep it up, baby, keep it up." The delicious enjoyment of what they were going through was really more than he could stand. It had suddenly happened, just as he wanted it.
"Oh," he panted, excitedly. "This is too much. Oh, baby, I love it."
The passionate pleasure he had obtained from doing his thing really got to him.
"Oh, baby," he smiled at her and slapped her ass playfully. "What a good grind you were."
She lay there, relaxed. Suddenly, she realized her husband wasn't so bad. She loved him.
"Raymond, honey," she smiled, "why couldn't you have loved me like this years ago?"
"I did, darling," he said, "but you wouldn't let me. Every time I'd tell you to get down there and start giving me some head action, you'd get angry."
"Would I really?" she said, looking dreamily up at him.
"Yes, dear wife," he said, "you would. And that got me upset. Sorry, baby, but we can't love like that."
"I know," she said. "When one person holds out on the other, there can be no love. That's usury. I guess I was using you, darling. Using you for my own desires and fulfillments. I feel guilty as hell about it."
"So do I, darling," he said. "It wasn't right, it wasn't right at all."
She couldn't understand it. It was mysterious and strange to her. Yet it was true. She had denied him many sexual activities that he had desired. And in the denial she had lost him. Lost him to other women. Lost him all these years. And suddenly it took her young, virile son to bring her around. Now she was faced with a dilemma. She knew what her son would think, and it bothered her.
"Baby," she said. "I've got to go downstairs a minute."
"What for, love?"
"A little more liquor," she said.
"No," he chided her. "You mustn't drink too much."
"Don't be ridiculous," she said, quickly. "It won't hurt me."
"Yes, it will, darling," he insisted. "It's not good for you."
"Maybe not," she said. "But I've got to have a little fun."
"That's the wrong way to get it," he objected.
It was becoming increasingly painful for her to do what she had to do, but she had to go look at her son. It bothered her no end just thinking about him. She peeked in the bedroom and he was there.
It bothered her when she saw his hand on his cock.
"What have you been doing, darling?" she asked, sitting down on the edge of the bed.
"What does it look like, Mom?" he asked.
"Oh, son, I can see."
"Lick the cum off my cock. Lick it off my hand."
She bent over and began licking the juice off his cock, and as disgusting and revolting as she knew it should have been, it wasn't at this instant. She was so starved for some pleasure that she would do anything, and did.
"Well," she said, "what do you think of it?"
"It's disgusting," he said. "Just disgusting."
"What are you talking about? You mean me having sex with Dad?"
"Right on," he said. "I watched him trimming your ass and I'm disgusted with you."
"You're a Peeping Tom," she said, angrily. "You should never look."
"Look?" he said. "That's a laugh. There's nothing wrong with looking and finding out what you're doing behind my back."
"You have no claim to me," she said. "I'm not married to you."
"Well," he said, tightly, "you have no right to build me up and drop me, either. You were mine and I was yours this afternoon. Now, tonight when Dad comes home, I'm thrown out. I don't like it."
"What do you propose we do, darling?" she smiled.
"We ought to leave him," he said.
"And go where," she asked.
"Anywhere," he said, his voice trembling.
She looked into his eyes and became nervous. She knew she had to do something or he would do something drastic.
"Darling, do you want to run away from home?"
"With you, I do," he nodded. "Promise me. Mom, just the two of us. I don't want him."
She tried to hedge for her husband. Finally, after years, they had a mutual understanding about sex. The beautiful sexual expression had changed her whole attitude toward everything.
"Mom," he said. "Tell me you still love me. Please, tell me," the boy pleaded, his eyes focused on her.
"All right, darling," she said. "I love you. I love you very much."
"Do you love me more than Dad?" he said, his eyes growing misty.
"Yes, I do. I do love you more than anything on earth."
"If you really mean those words," he said, evenly, "you'll run away with me. We'll take every penny we've got in the bank. They'll never find us. Just you and me. And we can begin again somewhere else. We can change our name and everything will be different. Please, Mom."
He looked at her with such intense pleading in his eyes that she thought that if she didn't say yes he might run away that night. More than that, she feared he might even take his life in disappointment.
"All right, love," she said, quietly. "I'll do whatever you want me to do. But it'll be dangerous, and it might not work out at all. In a way, I'm fearful of doing what you ask. Yet, there's a part of me that wants to. It's wild enough, and delightful enough to put new zing into my life. New excitement. Baby, we could live like man and wife, but of course we could never tell anyone that we're mother and son. That would get them all upset, wouldn't it?" she asked, vaguely, looking off.
"Yes, Mom," he said. "Let's never talk about being mother and son again. Let's just pretend we're lovers. That's all we are, you know."
The whole idea seized her imagination. She could hardly think of anything she would love more. Yet she was fearful. What if her husband caught her? What would she do for money? She had always had plenty with her husband providing all the money she wanted. Her fur coat? Her jewels? What would she do with them.
She looked into the eyes of her son and asked, "Darling, can you really ask me to leave all of this? Look what we have. Please, baby, think it over!" Her voice was trembling, but he paid no attention.
"Mom," he said, evenly, "if you give a tinker's damn about me you wouldn't hesitate. Now listen here. I want you and I want everything you've got. I want your big, beautiful breasts, and I want your gorgeous, fur-trimmed triangle. I want you."
"Well, darling, we've had each other. But that doesn't mean we can wreck our lives over it. What you're asking me to do is much, much too dangerous. You really don't understand."
"Oh, I do understand," he said. "The long arm of the law could reach out and grab us and pull us back and you'd have to stand trial before Dad. It could be terrible. But, Mom, don't worry about it.
I could run away and you could run away. I wouldn't mind being a long-hair."
"Darling," she said. "You would hate it. You have no money. I have no money. Everything we have is because of Dad, and now you're asking me to betray him. How could I?"
"Well, you did," he said. "Once, anyway."
"Yes," she replied, "I fell for you. But, baby, when I knew that I would have to pay such a terrible price, I've been thinking it over, and we just can't do it."
She knew she had to get back to her husband and she left him. When she walked into the bedroom with the booze, her husband said, "What did you do? Drain the bottle?"
"Oh, I just had a little nip," she said, quietly.
"Did Neil come in?"
"Oh, yes, he did."
"Alone?" he smiled.
"Alone," she said.
"It's a shame he can't find some chick who will give him a piece of ass," he said, smoothly.
She looked at him and glared.
"Is that any way for a young boy to begin?" she asked.
"Can't think of a better way," he laughed.
"Maybe you can't," she admitted, soulfully.
She simply couldn't understand her husband's attitude. One moment he would be cold, the next moment he would be hot. Now that she was so crazy about her young son's sex organ, and delighted in the sex with him, she wanted to give him every treat she could. She imagined what it would be like sliding her plastic dildo into his ass hole. No doubt he would enjoy that a lot, she thought. However, it was very dangerous to do anything with her husband around. And she knew that that would be the last straw. She would be booted out, maybe sent to jail, and certainly not have half of his wealth. So she decided it would be better to stick it out and make the most of it. She almost could give money to her son to go somewhere. Anywhere. Just so he left her alone.
Her husband didn't understand her, for the very next day he was playing around again. He called late from the office and told her, "Baby, I can't make it. Work."
"What kind of work?" she asked. "Some beautiful chick in a mini-skirt? Is that it?"
"Baby," he said, "it's been one of those long, dull hazy days, and now you turn me into a wolf. Look, I'm not playing around with anybody. I've got trouble, and it's with figures. But not the kind of figures you're thinking of. It's my own figures in my own business. They don't balance."
"Well, your story doesn't either," she said. "I'm always on guard."
"I know you are," he said. "Just be careful, baby, because I'm going to get disgusted with you."
"All right," she said, quietly. "And I might get disgusted with you."
She went to her room and thought about everything. Later when her son came in, she went to his room.
"Good evening, Mom," he said.
"Good evening, darling," she smiled.
"How's everything?" she asked.
"Oh, just groovy," he said. "I suppose now that you and Dad have made up, I'm out in the cold."
"No, honey," she said, quietly. "You're not out in the cold at all. I love you very much."
"Physically?" he smiled.
"Yes, darling, physically," she said. "Baby," she smiled. "Would you like me to try something unusual with you?"
"Like what, Mom?" he smiled.
"A little game your father taught me last night," she said.
"Well, sure," he agreed.
"Well, darling, the first thing I want you to do is get a cube of butter from the refrigerator."
"Butter?" he asked.
"Yes," she smiled. "For your father we used oleo margarine, but, baby, for you I want to use butter."
She told him she wanted to see him a moment or two later in her bedroom. Then she went into her bedroom to prepare for him. She pulled out the dildo that her husband had put back in its place on the shelf, and then after she had stripped she got into bed.
"I'm ready," she called out.
Neil was coming down the hall and when he opened the door he dropped the butter on the floor.
"Mom," he stammered. "What on earth are you doing?"
"Surprise," she said. "Look what I've grown."
"You're too much, Mom. Is this some kind of practical joke?"
"It's no joke at all, darling," she explained. "There's not a thing mysterious about it. Ass-fucking is fabulous, and this tool is tremendous. All I want you to do, love, is strip. Then you get up on the bed and I'm going to mount your ass and fuck you."
"You wouldn't," he said. "You wouldn't. Why, you'd be committing sodomy."
"Be careful, you hear?" she smiled. "Don't say things like that to your mother. Sodomy is a dirty word. Let's call it ass-fucking with a dildo."
"Is that what that is?" he said. "I've heard about them but I never knew you could really use them. Women do, don't they?"
"Yes," she said. "And in the most marvelous way, dear. For example, your father liked it when I drilled his ass hole."
"And that's why you had me bring the butter," he said, reaching down to pick it up off the floor.
"Precisely, darling," she said. "You catch on quickly. Now, baby, if you'll just take your clothes off, Mother will fuck your ass hole."
"But how do you know I'm going to like it?" he asked, curiously.
She looked at him and shrugged. "Darling," she said, "you have to learn to be sophisticated. You can't do it the same old way all the time. Try it different ways. That's what makes life worth living. Different kinds of kicks."
"But isn't it kind of ridiculous just to do it for kicks?" he asked her.
"Not at all, love," she smiled. "Not at all."
Now he was on the bed naked. His ass was arched up and she was using the fingers to put the butter around his ass hole.
"I'll just prepare you, darling," she smiled. "And you're going to love this. You know, honey, it will hurt at first, but it will feel good. A little pain is always good."
"I don't think so," he complained. "And I don't dig you doing that to me."
His mother shook her forefinger, and then said, "I just want to warn you, baby, I'm going to do it."
She slid a well-buttered finger into his ass hole and then came the dildo. It was well greased, too. Thrusting it forward, she rode into him so quickly that he hardly knew what was happening.
"You're going to kill me," he complained. "Oh, no, that's awful! Oh, Mom."
"Don't worry, darling," she told him with a smile. "You're going to enjoy it. You're going to enjoy it a lot."
Faster and faster she rode into him and the pleasure increased. With every thrust he enjoyed it more.
"Oh, wow," he panted. "It's too much. It hurts like the devil."
"Does it really?" she said. "It didn't with me. Your Dad did this to me once."
"Okay," he told her. "I guess I can stand it." Reaching around him she grabbed his tool, and now he was discovering it was quite a pleasure.
"You see, baby, it's really like a prostate-gland massage. If I run the dildo down there at just the right angle, it massages that sensitive sex gland. Then I give you double pleasure by reaching around and grabbing your beautiful cock. The combined action of the dildo gliding into your ass and my hand pulling on your meat is too much. You're going to love it."
"I doubt that. I doubt it," he told her. "But I'll let you do it if you want to so badly."
Faster and faster she drilled forward with the dildo and her hand was gripping his tool.
"When I have you ready to suck, honey," she told him, "I'll do it."
"I don't know about that," he said. "I'm afraid."
"Don't be afraid, honey," she said. "You're going to love it."
Faster and faster the hot dildo drove in there. He was enjoying it now, to his own surprise.
"Keep it up," he begged her. "Keep going, baby."
Now the pleasure was great.
"Oh," he panted. "That was beautiful, baby. Keep it going. Faster, darling, faster."
The pleasure now was building and it wasn't going to be much longer.
"Oh, baby, I'm going to get your cock so hard you're going to shoot. I want you to shoot it right in my mouth. I want the pleasure of sucking it. Sucking it all."
"I'll give it to you, Mom," he told her. "I'll give it to you if you really want it so bad."
"I do," she told him. "I want to get you so hot you'll really shoot me a mouthful of that creamy, delicious sperm."
"Mom, are you flipping out?" he asked.
"No, son," she said. "I just want to grow up and have fun. The sins of the flesh. They're fun. I've hated to face the fact that I've been such a lustful woman, but I have been. All these years I've been developing into what I am now. But don't get the wrong idea about me, because this is me. The real me. I was tempted to have wild things like this with your father, but I kept telling him no. Now I'm ready."
"Are you sure it isn't too late, Mom?" he asked her.
"Not at all, darling," she said. "It's not too late at all. Thoughts like this have been running through my mind for years, but only now could they come to expression because I love you."
"I love you, too, Mom, and I'd love it right now if you'd get your hot mouth over my cock and suck it off."
"All right, darling," she agreed, quickly. "I'll do it for you."
Then she got beneath him and pulled him tighter to her. She grabbed his huge, floppy cock and began sucking on the head of it.
"Oh, do it for me," he begged. "Do me, Mom."
Faster and faster she worked her mouth over the juicy prick.
"Oh, I just love that," he told her." That's wild. Oh, baby, that's beautiful."
Faster and faster her mouth moved over the cock, and he was enjoying it more every second.
"Keep it up, darling," he told her. "That's the way to do it. Oh, ah, yes, yes, that's beautiful."
Now she was gripping his balls and tugging on them as she sucked his prick.
"Eat it," he begged her. "Eat it."
Faster and faster the mouth moved, and she was enjoying it. Every sucking second of it.
At this point the juice was gushing.
"Eat my meat," he begged her. "Eat it. Oh, baby, eat it. Faster, honey, faster. That's it, baby, that's it."
She gulped the liquid cream down and loved every throbbing moment of it.
"Oh, honey," she panted, nervously, "that's beautiful."
She had gulped his prick down and there was still some cum dripping off the head of it.
"Finish it off," he told her. "Don't lose any."
She grabbed his slippery cock and began sucking on the head again.
"You keep that up, Mom," he told her, "and you're going to get a double-header."
She let her tongue slide around the velvety crown of the cock. He was enjoying it more every moment. Then she thrust a finger up his well-buttered ass hole.
"Oh, I like that when you slide your finger up there," he told her. "That feels good, real good. Keep it going. Oh, ah, yes, yes. That's wild. Keep doing it, Mom."
She went on plunging her finger up his ass hole, and he was enjoying it more every second.
"That's beautiful," he told her. "Oh, Mom, I just love that. Keep doing it for me."
Faster and faster she pumped her finger in there and he was enjoying it more every second.
"Oh," he panted, eagerly. "That's wild. Oh, yes.
I love it."
Now she was eager for more action.
"Keep it going," he told her. "Keep it going." Keeping the finger pumping was a privilege he enjoyed, and every moment he was getting closer and closer to climax.
"Oh, suck me," he begged, feverishly. "Suck, suck that cock. Oh, ah, yes. Yes. Eat it, eat my juicy prick. Eat me."
His words were producing results, and a moment or two later he juiced.
"Oh," he said, anxiously. "I'm cumming, I'm cumming. Oh, yes, it's beautiful. Eat me. Eat my prick. Oh, ah, yes, yes. Keep sucking. Get the juice out."
When she had finished devouring him, she slid her mouth slowly off his cock. Then she told him, "Oh, sweetheart, I love you."
He pulled his mouth down and got his face over hers. Then he pressed his lips passionately on hers and whispered, "let's leave home. Let's run away from Dad. I'm sick and tired of him."
"We could say it's a vacation," she said. "I don't want to run away from him. If I ever ran away from him and had sex with you, darling, do you know what he'd do?"
"I have a hunch," he said. "He'd have all the police from here to where we were on our tails. And you'd wind up in jail."
"You're so right, honey. He'd give me no peace. It would be a very foolish and stupid act, indeed. Darling, I wonder if you would promise me if I do run away with you for a vacation that you'd never tell anyone, and that you'd confine your sex to me. I want an exclusive right on your cock. Not that I want to keep a padlock on your prick, darling, but I just want you for me. Can you understand that?"
"Yes, Mom," he said, quickly. "I can understand it. My cock is yours, sweetheart. It's yours alone. My ass is yours. My balls are yours. Every part of my sex organs, Mom, are for you. You've got an exclusive."
She pressed her arms around, reaching down to cup his ass cheeks as she pushed her lips to his. She kissed him passionately, pushing her breasts against his chest.
"Oh, darling," she sighed, ecstatically. "I love you so much, so very much. Oh, ah, yes, baby, yes. I do adore you."
The pleasure that she was deriving from sex with him was almost more than she could believe. It was as if she were reliving her youth. Once again she was a young woman. She was coming out. Only in reality she was coming out for her son. That was the tragic truth, but she wouldn't face it. All she could think of was the illusion she wanted to live in, and this illusion gave her happiness.
"Oh, Mom," he sighed. "You're beautiful. You really are. Your tits don't sag or anything."
"Why do you mention sag?" she asked.
"I was complimenting you, Mom."
"Sure you were, son. You mentioned sag because that's what you think I'll do soon. You're waiting, waiting for that moment when I'll sag. And at that moment you'll be away like a streak of lightning. Oh, honey, it's awful to grow older. It's awful to see your body sag. My tits will sag some day, darling. I can't stay this gorgeous forever."
"Well, Mom, I won't stay this handsome, either. I'm young now, but I'll get older, too."
"But I've got a lot of years up on you, baby. A lot of years. About twenty."
"Don't let it throw you, Mom," he said. "You're still gorgeous. Any man would be out of his mind if he didn't want to ball you.
"Do you really think so?" she said, changing her mood, quickly.
"Yes, I do," he agreed. "I really do."
He looked at her and suddenly she understood everything much better.
"Oh, honey," she cried. "We'll go away this summer for a wild vacation. We'll tell Dad we just want to have some fun, and if he wants to join us he can. I'm sure he won't. He has too much business to confine him here."
"And that woman, Nita," he said.
"Nita?" she said, her eyes glistening. "Did he mention her to you?"
"A little bit," he said.
"What did he say?" she asked, dying to know. "Well, he said a guy has to have another woman on the side. That one woman isn't enough to take care of any guy who's really hot blooded like he is."
"A pack of lies," she said. "A pure pack of lies. I hope you don't believe him. I hope you'll be loyal to me. That might make up for what he's been doing to me all these years."
This made him nervous. Suddenly, his mom was looking at him like a husband. Loyalty? What did this have to do with their sex? It bothered him.
"Are you listening to me?" she asked her son, eagerly.
"Yes, Mom, I'm listening," he said.
"Yes, but do you hear me?" she continued.
"Yes," he said. "I hear. Maybe I hear too well."
A frown creased his forehead, and cold chills ran through her heart. She wondered if he would desert her. This tortured her mind, but she dismissed the thought and kissed him lovingly.
CHAPTER FIVE
The very next day she decided to speak to her husband about a vacation period. Immediately, he felt something was strange.
"Why is all this vacation talk coming at me now?" he asked.
"Well, darling, Neil and I haven't had a vacation for ages. You're so busy with your business and all. We just can't go anyplace. I wish you wouldn't object."
"I'm not objecting," he assured her. "But I was just curious. I wonder if it's possible that I might go with you."
She gulped as he said that. She knew she was taking a big chance even mentioning a vacation.
She knew if she had just run away with her son secretly they might be able to begin a new life with new identities somewhere else. However, she hated the thought of going into hiding. That would compound her guilt.
"But I'm just fooling myself," he laughed. "I won't be able to go anywhere."
"That's too bad, honey," she smiled, "because I'll miss you. We've had such good communion lately that I miss you a lot."
"We have had a good time, haven't we?" he said. "As a matter-of-fact, baby, I'd like to have a little action tonight, if you don't mind."
"I'm really not in the mood for it," she said. "I'm sorry."
"So am I, love," he told her. "I could really fuck you. You look so gorgeous to me tonight that I'm just dying to screw you."
"Try to. forget it, sweetheart," she said, "because it isn't right that you get this hot."
"I can't help it," he told her. "You just turn me on. You really do."
The passion that was racing through her veins at this point was great. She wanted to have sex with him, badly. Yet she knew she didn't dare.
"Darling," she smiled at him. "You know I love you, don't you?"
"Yes," he assured her. "I do. And I love you.
Let's go to bed."
"You're abrupt."
"I'm blunt, but I'm honest. That's more than a lot of people can say. None of this pussyfooting around. Even when I was playing around with other women, I never lied to you. I was always telling you what I was doing. A lot of husbands would never do that, so give me credit where credit is due."
"I always try to, honey," she smiled. "But couldn't we put it off until another night?"
"The way my balls are aching now, I'll have to pull my meat myself if you don't," he told her. "Please."
She looked into his eyes and she felt sorry for him.
"All right, darling," she said. "I imagine aching balls aren't exactly fun. I'll pull it for you."
She had volunteered to do it, and she regretted it. She really didn't want to. Yet, he had asked her to do it and she decided she would. Hastily, she did her thing. Even though she knew she shouldn't, she was going to. That was all there was to it.
"Oh, honey," he said. "If you'll just give me a fuck tonight I'll promise I'll get you something."
"Why, darling, you don't have to buy me."
"Since when," he smiled, smugly.
"Now, that's not nice, Raymond," she said. "I've been real good to you and I haven't asked for anything since that mink."
"Oh, no?" he smiled. "What about that swimming pool? What about your car? What about that trip to Hawaii?"
"Well, that's true, but I'd rather not talk about that."
"Of course, you wouldn't. And I don't blame you, because, baby, if you would face the truth for once, you'd realize that you've used me in many ways. Maybe I've used and exploited you. But, you've been very commercial."
She began worrying about her son. If he was watching, that would get him uptight.
"Why don't we do it real late?" she suggested.
"Late?" he said, rising. "Look at my crotch. I don't think I can keep that waiting much longer. I'm sorry."
"So am I, honey," she said, quietly, "because I really think you are getting to want too much sex. And that isn't good. Sex may have become an obsession with you."
"An obsession?" he said. "What the hell are you talking about? You know, I'm beginning to think you're trying to put me off. You got some other lover on the side?"
"That's a foul question to ask your wife," she said. "And you know it is."
He smiled.
"Well, I've never caught you with any other man," he said. "But that doesn't mean you haven't been playing around. I'm wise enough to know never to trust a wife. Never."
"That's wise," she smiled. "But, dear, you don't have to worry about me."
"I don't know," he said. "I can't quite put my finger on it, but something tells me you're having an affair."
"Your ESP is off, darling," she said. "And, don't try to pull that on me. I certainly am willing to give you sex if you need it so bad. Let's go to bed."
Together they went up to the bedroom. He was extremely eager to have sex with his wife.
"Oh, baby," he looked at her as she took off her clothes. "Do you look gorgeous tonight! Oh, honey, you've been out in the sun, haven't you? I love to see your white tits and when I see where your bikini has covered your snatch, oh, baby, I want to bow down and worship it."
"You're welcome to it anytime," she said. "I always love to have someone at the shrine of my cunt," she said.
"Beautiful," he said, dropping to his knees, clasping her buttocks and pulling her pussy to him. "Honey, would you care if I shaved you?"
"Shaved me?" she said, angrily. "Now, why would you want to do a thing like that?"
"So I could see your pussy closer," he said. "I just love to look at that area there. Now I don't know why, but when I can take my hands and pry your pussy apart and look at that moist pink flesh and see that quivering clitoris, I get uptight with excitement. And, baby, I like to see your little ass hole, too. I enjoy thinking of the times I've driven my dick up there. You've got such a gorgeous body. I do love to look at you down there."
"Well, baby, if it means so much to you I suppose you can just look at it and shave it."
"Great," he said. "I'll go get my razor."
"I don't know that that is the right razor to use," she said.
"It's not a razor," he reminded her. "It's a shaver. Let's try it."
That he could use his shaver was proven a few minutes later when he shaved the hair off his wife's pussy.
"Oh, that's so much nicer now," he told her. "That's beautiful. Baby, I got a pair of panties I want you to put on.
"I knew I would go out of my gourd if I saw you in these panties with that cunt shaven."
"You're being absurd, darling," she said. "I would never wear anything like that. Why, they're so skimpy. They wouldn't cover me at all."
"That's the general idea," he smiled. "They won't cover you at all. You see, baby, you just slip into these and you can see the crotch then. Isn't that gorgeous?"
"Oh, yes," she smiled at him. "That isn't bad, is it?"
"Not bad at all," he told her, quickly. "Not bad at all."
Now the hot tongue was lashing away. He was looking at her crotchless panties and observing her shaven box. It was beautiful to his touch. He let his hands slide down the elastic waistband of the panties and then he pressed his lips against her cuntal lips.
"Oh, baby," he told her, eagerly. "That's wild. Do it."
The hot pleasure he was deriving from the act was driving him out of his mind.
"Oh, baby," he panted, "I love this so much. It's beautiful."
Now his tongue was sliding all around there. He was really enjoying his wife. Then his tongue jabbed inside her.
With her hands guiding her husband, he was going to town.
"Oh, honey, she said, "how am I going to manage without you? Oh, baby, you're my guide, I'm just your puppet. Oh, darling, this is better than I thought it would possibly be. Lick it."
Glancing down she loved the sight of Raymond's head right at her cunt. She wasn't kidding herself now. The sight of his pink tongue gliding in her twat really got her in the mood. After years of marriage he was finally coming around. It was like filling a void in her marriage that no one ever had. Suddenly, her husband seemed marvelous to her and she thought maybe she shouldn't be leaving with her son. She felt guilty as hell, the way he was doing it. Looking up, he searched her eyes before continuing.
"You like it?" he said. "I do."
"Oh, yes, I do, dear," she said. "But get down there quick before it melts."
"Beautiful," he said. "Now, baby, step out of those nice black panties. Let me see you completely naked. Not a stitch of clothing on. Then I want to grab that smooth ass of yours and love it."
She stepped out of the panties and he went out of his mind with delight.
"Oh, honey, what a sight," he told her. "That's gorgeous. Oh, baby, what a box. Oh, yes."
Now his breathing was coming shorter. He was becoming more and more intensely excited.
"Oh, honey," he told her, quickly. "I just love that. That's beautiful. Oh, yes, baby, yes. Keep that going."
Now his mouth was pressed against her and he was shattering her senses. The attraction she had originally felt for Raymond was all returning and, suddenly, as his hot tongue began flipping inside of her, she was silently mulling over in her mind what she should do. Should she leave with her son? Or should she stay with her husband? She didn't know. But she did know this. She loved his hot hands all over her ass as he sucked her cunt.
"Eat me," she panted, quietly. "Oh, baby, eat me. You don't know how much I want it. Oh, suck me."
It was awful to be torn between her husband and her son. She thought she would go out of her mind if only she could tell him the torture she was experiencing. Maybe he could understand. But he was rapidly finishing the pussy-eating operation, and he didn't care. Suddenly, he slipped his forefinger into her ass hole, and went on doing his thing.
"Eat it," she begged him. "Eat it, Raymond darling, eat it. Oh, honey, be careful, I can't stand it. Oh, lover, eat my cunt."
Raymond went to town with his tongue lashing vigorously away. He didn't stop for air. He wanted to give his wife the super excitement that she had refused herself for so many years. Now, she was fully developed. She had become a real sexpot. And that's what he wanted.
"Oh, honey," he told her. "Do it. Do it faster."
Bitter tears ran down the corners of her eyes as he was doing it. It was so beautiful, and yet it would be so terrible to betray him. Now that he was giving of himself, she was suffering. He was indeed a handsome man, and she loved him. Why would the son-of-a-bitch have to do this now? she thought. She loved him so much that she was trembling.
"Oh, honey, I'm juicing, I'm cumming," she said. Vividly, it flashed back to her of how her son had done it. It seemed as if her husband were doing it the same way that her beautiful boy had done it. Together, they were tremendous. In her imagination she imagined what it would be like to have one of them sticking his tongue in her ass hole and the other eating her cunt. That would be almost more than she could stand. Gradually, she was coming to the end and she knew that before she could blink her eyes one more time, she would have finished juicing.
"Oh," she panted, "eat it, eat it."
He finished eating her and got to his feet and looked in her eyes.
"Hello, dear," he said, with a smile on his face.
"Hi," she said, trying to smile. But the smile vanished from her lips as she realized that he was in love with her, desperately. And she wondered what he would do or what he would think if he had any idea what she was doing with Neil. She knew she shouldn't think about this, but she couldn't help it. He was still panting from all of his tongue work.
"What a beautiful box," he muttered as he looked at her. "What a gorgeous box."
His hand swept behind her, running up and down her body, finally settling on her buttocks, which he caressed.
"Oh, darling," she said. "You're wonderful."
"You've got a gorgeous ass, too," he panted, caressing her with his tongue. Now he ran his fingers through her wavy hair and said, "Eat me, baby, eat me good."
The message had been combined with movements of his hands running across her hair, and now he was eager to let his pent-up sexual anxieties burst in her mouth. Eagerly, they walked over to the bed.
"Let's stop now," she said. "I've got something I have to tell you."
"Tell me later," he said. "My cock can't wait." Glancing at his monstrous dick, she nodded. "Well, I guess you're right, honey. It is immense."
"Yes, it is, darling," he said. "And, baby, I can't wait to get you. I want to really shove it in you. I want to slide it in every hole in your body. Let's begin with your mouth. Then I'll graduate to your cunt. Then I'll work it into your ass hole. That would be gorgeous fucking. A three-way fuck."
"All right, darling," she said. "If that will bring you pleasure, you do it."
She wanted to do nothing to stop him from having a good time. He should get his kicks, she thought to herself. Any way that he could. Yet, it was bothering her. She knew that she would pay a bitter and dear price.
"Honey," she said, quietly, "we're going to have a good time, aren't we?"
"Yes, baby, we are."
Now they were eager and ready for action. He was straddling her face, thrusting his cock at her.
"Open up," he smiled. "I'm going to slip this cock to you. I'm going to give you my meat."
He thrust his dick in her mouth, and then he rammed it down her throat.
"Take this," he urged her. "Take it."
Suddenly, she was amazed. The huge, sliding cock went down her throat.
"Oh, baby," he told her, quickly, "that was beautiful. Oh, yes, I love that. Oh, honey, keep it going."
Faster and faster the hot tool drilled and he was stimulated out of his gourd.
"Keep it up, lover," he told her. "I love that. Oh, yes, baby, keep going. Faster, honey, faster. Oh, ah, yes, yes, keep that going."
She was amazed how much pleasure she was deriving from it.
"Oh, honey," she panted, quickly. "This is wild. I mean wild."
She massaged his big balls as he thrust his big dick further down her throat, and then she gripped his ass cheeks. Finally, she slid a finger up his ass hole.
"Suck it, but don't suck it off," he reminded her. "I'm going to drive this dick into your cunt next."
Finally, before she had a chance to eat his love juice, he pulled his dick out.
"Just in time," he laughed. "You were going to blow it. Baby. I don't want you to suck it out. I want you to let me have it every way."
"Any way you want it. It's all right with me." She knew he was expecting plenty, but she felt he had the right to. After all, he was married to her, and she had been plenty cold on many occasions. And so, knowing that she was planning to skip away with her son for a vacation where they could screw up a storm, she thought it only fair that she give her husband some wild sexual activity first.
"Oh," he panted, excitedly. "Oh, yes. That's beautiful, baby."
She finished doing him, right to the point of climax, then he withdrew. He moved down and told her, "Guide it into your cunt."
"All right, honey," she agreed, and reaching out and grasping his thick tool, then slowly, as he forced himself forward, she guided him into her slit.
"Oh, that feels so good," she told him. "You have no idea how great that feels. What a cock. What a thrust. Oh, baby, fuck me. Fuck me."
He rammed his dick up her cunt as far as he could get it and she massaged it with her cunt muscles, effectively. He marveled at what expert skill she demonstrated.
"You know, baby," he said, "you're really quite a broad. What a fucker."
"Oh, honey," she said, "I don't know why I get so steamed up with you. But I do. Go ahead. Do anything you want with me."
Her husband straddled her and drove his dick into her for some time. Then he decided it would be a lot of fun to slide it into her ass hole. He arranged her ass up, and then he drove his cock in.
"Oh, that's beautiful," he told her, eagerly. "That's beautiful, baby. I'm getting it in there."
He rode it into her asshole and she loved it. She felt his big balls bouncing on her ass.
"Oh, fuck me," she told him, quickly. "Fuck, baby. Oh, yes, I like it. Just like that. Fuck my ass hole."
He went to town, and she enjoyed it. Every beautiful moment of it.
"Twist your tail for me, honey," he told her. "Twist it. Grind your hips. That's nice. Oh, that's a good, tight ass. You give a great fuck, honey. Oh, yes, yes. I'm going to shoot it up your ass hole."
A few more thrusts, and he did. The hot love cream bathed her ass.
"Oh, honey," she panted. "You're flooding my ass hole. Oh, yes. That's enough, baby, that's enough."
He kept it up and she loved it. Every moment of it.
"Oh," he panted, excitedly. "That's wild. Oh, baby, I love it. Keep doing it. Oh, yes, keep doing it."
Faster and faster the hard tool drove in there and she was enjoying it more every moment.
"Oh," he panted, "what a screw!"
The hot juice was shooting out of his cock head, and then it was over. Withdrawing, he looked at his wife with a smile on his face.
"Now, baby, you tell me what I'm going to do without that. I'm going to miss it like hell."
"I know you will, darling," she said. "But remember, you can't have everything."
"I'll try to remember that, honey," he told her.
A day or two later she was ready to go. Of course, her husband, Raymond, didn't have time to see them off at the airport. Neil was all excited.
"Oh, Mom," he told her. "This is going to be such fun. I've always wanted to go to Chicago."
"Well, I was there as a little girl, darling," she explained. "And you're going to love it. We're going to go to one of those big hotels right out on the lake."
"Good," he told her, excitedly. "I'll love that."
"I think you will, darling," she assured him.
When the plane took off and they were up in the clouds, she felt good. It seemed as if Miami was behind her and everything that her husband stood for, too.
"Can I hold your hand, Mom?" Neil asked, like a young lover.
"I don't think it's a very good idea for us to be showing this kind of affection in public, honey."
"All right, Mom," he told her. "But I can hardly wait."
"I know, darling," she assured him. "I know you're hot, and so am I. I guess getting away and all has really got us excited."
The stereo music helped relax Pamela. She tried to get her mind off her husband. She thought that perhaps in Chicago, when she and Neil were alone, she could. A few hours later, when the jet landed, she was thankful that it had landed and that they were out of the air, as they had run into some thunderstorms. Now she was prepared to do everything she knew how to make a new life for her son. Even though it was only going to be a two-week vacation, she figured they would have a real swinging time of it.
"Oh, Mom, just look at the beaches," he told her. "Chicago is beautiful."
"Yes, darling, it is," she assured him. "I love this city and you're going to love it, too."
Enthusiastically, they talked about the great city. She loved it and so did he. It didn't take long for them to find a beautiful hotel. When they were on the 50th floor, overlooking the city, she smiled at him.
"What do you think of Chicago, darling?"
"Oh, honey, Chicago is a magnificent city," he told his mother.
"You know what I'd like to do right now?" he asked.
"Well, I have a pretty good idea, darling," she said. "But I don't think the important thing is for us to have sex immediately. We ought to take a look at the city."
"What do you want to do?" he smiled at her. "Well, first, honey, we need some food. Let's go to the top of the Prudential Tower. We could have a marvelous meal and see the whole city."
Together, they decided that that would be the sensible thing to do. They went to the top of the Prudential Tower and, as they looked at the city below, feasted their eyes on the twinkling lights. "Isn't this beautiful," she smiled.
"Oh, yes, Mom," he assured her. "It's beautiful."
Now they were alone, and no one could stop them from loving each other. He let his leg press against her leg.
"You shouldn't do that, dear," she told him. "Why not, Mom?" he smiled. "Nobody will know. It's just you and me here."
"I know, darling, but one can't be too careful. I love you so much, darling."
"Don't think I don't love you, Mom," he said. After dinner, they took a stroll along Michigan Boulevard. They looked in the various windows.
"I love to see these beautiful things in these windows, don't you, darling?" she grinned.
"Oh, yes," he assured her. "It's a fantastic city. It's so much fun."
"Honey," she told him. "Why don't we go to some entertainment. I noticed the Chicago Theatre over there looks like a great theater."
"It's sure big enough," Neil told her. "I've never seen one like that in Miami."
"Well, that's true, dear," she told him. "We really don't have such big theaters there."
"You know, Mom, what if a horny guy was here in Chicago all alone and he was looking for sex."
"He would find it," she told him.
"How would he find it?" he asked, curiously. "Well, he would ask the boy at the hotel," she said. "Those bellboys double as pimps."
"Is that right?" he asked, surprised.
"Oh, yes," she said. "That's been true for a long time. You see, it works this way. A man is out of town. His wife isn't with him, and he needs some sexual satisfaction. So he tips the bellboy ten bucks or so and then the bellboy tells him where the girls are. Usually, the girls operate out of hotels where they will come to his room. And they usually do it for a nominal fee."
"A nominal fee?" Neil asked as if he himself would be interested.
"Well, they say a nominal fee, but really, it's quite a bit, darling. They want at least twenty-five dollars for a simple blow job."
"That's quite a bit of money," he told her. "How much would they want for an ass fuck, let's say?"
"Well, honey, an ass fuck would probably be fifty dollars. That would include a blow job, too, of course," she said.
Now, as he was thinking about it, he was wondering how much a cunt fuck would be, too.
"Mom," he said, "how much would a blow job, ass fuck and a cunt fuck cost?"
"Look, Neil," she said. "I'm not going to tell you. This is an insult. I've been patient with you long enough. It appears that you are trying to circumvent me. I brought you away from your father so we could screw. I'm not setting you up so you can go out and pick up any tramp you want to. You might come back to me with some horrible disease. I won't have it."
"I'll wear a rubber," he said.
"No, you won't," she said. "I won't have it. You know, I have beautiful breasts and a gorgeous cunt. And there's no reason in the world I don't have enough for you. I can totally satisfy you. And I don't want you talking about other women."
"You're getting jealous," he said, with a sly smile and winked.
"You bet your sweet ass, I am," she said. "I didn't go to all this expense to bring you out here, honey, so I could set you up with other women. Let them find their kicks. You're mine, darling. Mine."
"Yes, Mom," he said. "But I like to flirt with a few ideas."
"Well, they better be ideas and nothing more than that, darling," she said, angrily.
She was getting a clearer insight into his state of mind. And it was upsetting her. There was to be no alternate way of getting satisfaction. She didn't care to go from bar to bar and pick up men. That would be disgusting. It might provide some excitement, but the cloudburst could bring down the rain. And that was what she didn't want. She had avoided the thunderstorms in her own life, and she didn't want to make it miserable.
"Darling," she said, "we're getting near our hotel."
"Mom, this sure is fun, just walking at night, isn't it?"
"Yes, it is, dear," she said. "A little bit dangerous, but fun, nevertheless."
"You mean the muggers and all," he asked. "Right on, dear," she said. "It's just a shame that so many people make a living by mugging. If they only had some other occupation."
"Well, they do," he said. "A lot of them are pushers, too."
She looked at him and narrowed her eyes.
"I hope you've never gotten involved with dope, dear. I wouldn't want to see you go wrong."
"I'm sure you wouldn't, Mom," he laughed. "I've never been involved in dope and I'm not intending to get involved in it."
"Good," she told him. "I can't help but worry about you, darling. There are so many bad people in this world, and the bad rubs off. I don't want you to get involved with anyone who could harm you."
"Don't worry, Mom, I won't."
As they went into the hotel, the attendants looked at the two of them. They had taken a single room, and some of them were curious. They thought perhaps she was an older woman who had hooked a young man into screwing her. They didn't know what to make of the relationship.
"Why are they looking at us, Mom?" Neil asked.
"I have no idea," she said. "Except that men are known to look when a beautiful woman walks by."
"Oh, Mom," he laughed, "quit complimenting yourself."
"It's true, darling," she said with a sly smile. "I am a beautiful woman. There's no getting around it."
"All right, all right," he told her. "But forget giving yourself those compliments."
"Okay, honey," she told him.
Once up in the bedroom, he couldn't help thinking of sex.
"Look at the woman on television, would you," he said. "Doesn't she look gorgeous? Good enough to eat."
"That's what seven husbands have thought," she said. "Isn't it disgusting? That woman has been involved with more men than any other woman in Hollywood, and some say that she even cares for women."
"What?" he asked, curiously. "You mean she's had sex with some women, too?"
"Yes. Out there in sophisticated Hollywood they do strange things, dear. And that woman has to be the most oversexed woman in the world. She moves from husband to husband as if there is nothing wrong with it. I think it's disgusting. It hasn't helped her little daughter, either."
"Well, what's her daughter doing?" he asked.
"Her daughter is living with another woman," she said. "I guess she's soured on marriage. Her mother had so many of them that the daughter doesn't want anything to do with it."
"Well, that's too bad," he said. "It really is. She has a really beautiful daughter, too."
"Well, they say she's attractive," she replied. "I've seen pictures of her in the fan magazines."
"You know, I wouldn't mind balling her. How old is she now?"
"I believe she's fifty-two, dear. Much too old for you."
"Well, Mom," he said, "you're not too old for me. I enjoy balling you. You don't have tits that sag and a big fat ass or nothing."
"Well, no, I don't, dear. But I'm afraid you would find her many years my senior. And, you have to draw the line somewhere."
"As long as they're attractive, what difference does it make what age they are?"
"Well, you've got a point there," she said. "Now I think we ought to go to bed."
"I think we ought to fuck," he said.
"I'm trying to teach you a little control," she said. "We've gotten carried away with screwing, and I think it's important that we just take it easy on that score for a time."
"Take it easy?" he objected. "Why?"
"Well, dear, you don't want to overdo anything. Of course, we have a lot of fun making love to each other, baby, and I don't blame you for enjoying sex. But now and then we have to use a little common sense."
"Common sense, my ass," he said. "When I want to get my rocks off I want to get my rocks off and I don't want anyone stopping me."
"I don't blame you, darling," she smiled. "But let's use a little good judgment."
"Good judgment, hell," he. said. "A piece of ass is a piece of ass is a piece of ass."
"Truer words were never spoken," she said. "But maybe Momma doesn't feel like it tonight."
"Well, Momma better feel like it tonight," he said, tightly.
"Neil," she said, tightly, "you're reminding me of your father. He was just like you. When he wanted to get his balls off, he became impossible."
"I'm not becoming impossible, Mom," he said. "It's just that I want to screw, and I don't want you stopping me."
"I'm not stopping you, sweetheart," she said. "But I don't want you being difficult."
He began taking off his clothes and was trying to entice his mother into sex. As he peeled off his pants and got down to his shorts, his huge cock was bulging the cotton material.
"Do you see that, Mom?" he asked, stroking himself.
"It's perfectly obvious what's there," she said. "But I'm not interested."
"Oh, yes, you are," he smiled, slyly, as he pulled down his shorts and flicked out his prick. His hand gripped it and he started stroking it.
"Doesn't it look yummy," he said.
"I don't know what yummy means," she said, tightly.
"Oh, yes, you do," he grinned. "You know what yummy means. Sure you do."
He began stroking his pole. He was trying desperately to excite her to want to have sex with him.
"You're wasting your movements," she told him. "I'm not interested. Leave me alone."
"Oh, Mom," he complained. "I want you so badly."
"Look, son," she said. "If I don't want to have sex with you, I don't want to."
No matter what she was saying, she still was becoming intrigued. Her son's enormous meat couldn't help inspire some erotic interest.
"It's juicy, Mom," he told her. "Really juicy. See? I'm starting to juice already."
"Well, that's nice," she said. "I'm sure if you give yourself a hand job you won't have any more problems. Here's a washcloth."
She went to the bathroom and tossed him a washcloth.
"Thanks, too much. But I don't need it. I need your mouth."
"What a thing to say to your own mother!" she said, feigning disgust and outrage.
"Knock it off, Mom," he said. "You dig this and I want you to suck it off."
"Neil, darling," she said. "If you insist, I may, but please let me relax a minute, please. I'm rather tired. The plane trip and all was exhausting."
"Is age catching up with you, Mom?" he asked, enticingly.
"No, Neil," she assured him. "It isn't that. It's just that there's a lot of pressure. Thinking of your father and what he's doing down there in Miami with those women when I'm gone doesn't exactly make me happy."
"Are you still jealous over him?" Neil asked with disgust in his voice. "Can't you forget Dad?"
"It isn't easy," she said. "The bastard is probably having a ball in my own bed. "
"Well, he would die if he knew you were screwing his son," Neil said.
"All right, darling," she said. "I'll give you a blow job but it'll have to be a quickie. Mom doesn't feel like too much sex tonight."
"Oh, groovy, Mom," he enthused. "I really need to get them off and I promise you my balls are loaded, and when I explode in your mouth you're going to get so much juice you won't know what hit you."
"Oh, I'll know," she laughed. "It'll be Neil's thick creamy cum."
"Right on, Mom," he laughed.
The pleasure that was building now was impossible to deny. He was eager as hell to get his kicks, and she was just as anxious to give him what he wanted.
"Honey," she smiled at him. "You know I love you, don't you?"
"What has love got to do with a cock suck?" he asked, curiously.
"Well, darling, I need a little gentleness. Your father was like that. He just wanted his sex. He didn't give a damn about my feelings, and I don't want a replay of that."
"Mom, quit talking and start sucking."
"You're terribly blunt."
"Blunt? When I'm horny, I'm horny. Do you read me?"
"Well, with that enormous dick of yours sticking out there, I guess I do read you."
"Okay," he smiled. "Now let's have some fun." She was becoming more and more disgusted with him. He was abrupt. He was crude and difficult. She dismissed herself for a moment and went to the bathroom. Neil, in the meantime, stretched out on the bed and began pumping his meat, silently. When she finally returned, she smiled.
"Oh, you're getting it off yourself," she said. "No, I'm not," he said. "I was just waiting for you to come back and blow it."
CHAPTER SIX
Now that he had gotten her so ignited with his rock-hard cock, she decided she would, indeed, go down on him. She slid a couple of pillows under him and told him, "Raise your ass, baby."
He threw his ass up to her, and then she got down and started sucking.
"Oh, Mom," he told her, eagerly. "That's wild. Suck it. Suck my ass."
Her hot tongue lashed, and he became more and more excited every second. Now he was wiggling his butt all over the place. Her hands had to hold him in place.
"Oh," he told her. "That's beautiful. Keep doing that."
He was really stimulated.
"Oh, Mom," he told her. "You sure know how to love me. Oh, yes, I dig that."
Now her mouth was opening for his balls. As she admitted his balls to her mouth, she sucked.
"Oh, do that," he begged her. "Do it."
Now he was licking his lips in eager anticipation. Indeed she knew how to make love to him, and he loved every second of it.
"Oh, Mom," he panted, excitedly. "That feels fantastic. Keep it going. Oh, yes, keep doing it." Faster and faster the hot tongue sucked, and then she gripped his tool in her hand and licked all around. Then she capped the head of it with her mouth and sucked voraciously.
"Eat it," he begged her. "Eat it."
Faster and faster he went to town. Every moment was bringing more pleasure.
"Keep it up, baby," she heard him begging.
"Oh, yes, Mom, do me."
Such encouraging words brought her to the point where she finally slid her mouth down over his dick and sucked vigorously.
"Eat me," he begged her. "Eat me, Mom. Oh, ah, yes. That's what I want. Suck my cock off. Suck it. Suck that prick."
Faster and faster her mouth traveled over the head of his joystick, and the more she sucked the more excited he became.
"Keep it up," he said. "Keep doing that. Oh, yes. Keep doing it. That's what I dig. Oh, Mom, I love that."
Now the pleasure was building to such a passionate pitch that his whole body was trembling.
"Love me," he begged. "Love me. Eat my prick."
Suddenly, the juice was spurting out of his big cock, in spite of himself.
"I'm exploding in your mouth, Mom," he told her. "Oh, ah, yes, yes. I'm cumming."
The intense delight he was feeling at this point had gotten to him. He was dizzy with delight as she did her thing over his cock. She manipulated the balls as she sucked.
"Oh, baby," he told her, "that's beautiful. I really dig that sucking. Oh, yes, Mom, suck those balls. Suck them."
Moving from his prick down to his balls, she sucked him. It was from here that the life of the cock came, and she loved adoring him. As she laved them with her tongue and her mouth, his body was trembling and vibrating. His cock was getting hard once more.
"Oh," he panted. "Let's get cracking. Let's do it."
Now he wanted her ass.
"Mom," he told her. "I want to fuck your sweet ass hole.
She looked at him indifferently, and said, "Dear, I don't know whether I want to do that or not."
"Yes," he said. "Yes, let me do it."
She finally agreed, and he had the exact position he wanted to get her in. He wanted to have her with her ass arched up and her head down.
"Oh," he smiled as he looked at her in that position. "What a sweet ass. Let me suck it first, Mom."
He gripped her ass cheeks with his hands and, burying his head in her butt, let his tongue lick methodically. At the same time his finger played with her throbbing cunt.
"Oh, son," she told him. "That feels so good. Oh, yes. It's beautiful. Do that. Oh, baby, you know just how to make love. I love it. Oh, ah, yes. Oh, baby, we're going to have that ultimate orgasm."
She was really happy now. He would outdo her, apparently, in doing everything. The hot tongue was licking fiercely now, and the finger was working frantically.
"Keep it up, darling," she urged him. "Keep going. Oh, baby, that's what I love. Keep licking. Oh, ah, yes, yes."
Faster and faster his hot tongue twirled now, and she was enjoying it more every second.
"Oh," she panted, excitedly. "That's beautiful.
Slide your tongue further in there. Oh, yes, Mama loves it."
It wasn't difficult for Neil to do this. He was an uninhibited boy, and he wanted to try everything he could imagine. His hot tongue lashed in there and his finger continued working effectively. He was massaging her clitoris now, giving her electrical thrills.
"Keep it up, dear," she told him. ."Oh, ah, yes. Yes. I love it. Keep doing it for me."
Faster and faster his feverish tongue worked as his fingers continued manipulating her clit.
"Oh, darling," she said. "Stab me. Stab me with that dick of yours. I want to feel it sliding in there. Oh, honey, do it. Do it, baby, do it."
The pleasure he was deriving from the act was obvious to her. He was shaking and trembling all over.
"Fuck it," he begged her. "Fuck, baby, fuck." Now the hot tool was driving in there.
"Oh," he sighed, excitedly. "That's wild. Oh, yes, baby, yes. Oh, ah, yes. Keep it going. Faster, honey, faster."
The hot, delightful pleasure that was going through his body now was reaching him, and he was enjoying it immensely.
"Oh," he panted. "That's wild fucking. Oh, yes, I want it. Oh, do it, baby, do it."
The pleasure was getting out of sight, and he was going out of his mind with delight.
"Fuck," she told him. "Fuck it."
The big dick drove in there in sudden hard jabs. She twisted her tail around. Now he was reaching around to play with her tits.
"Fuck me, darling," she begged the boy. "Fuck me. Oh, yes, I want it. All of it. Slide it in there. Faster, honey, faster. Oh, ah, yes, yes, yes!"
To the degree that he was encouraging her, he was sliding in there. She was amazed at how her words had sort of a hypnotic effect on him. Now he was ramming it home.
"Oh," he panted. "I want that, baby. I want it all."
His huge tool was her pleasure, and this was what she wanted above all.
"Oh," he panted. "This is beautiful. Oh, baby, I dig it."
Suddenly, Neil's cock exploded in his mother's ass hole. She ground around and gave him all the excitement he could ask for. When he pulled his dripping-with-cum cock out of her ass and flipped over, she told him, "Baby, you've had enough for one night. We've got to stop while we're ahead."
He realized that she was telling the truth. He lay there, just looking at her, in a daze.
"Oh, Mom," he said. "Wouldn't Dad have a fit if he knew?"
"Don't bring him up, darling," she said. "That's why we left Miami. Be thankful we're in Chicago."
"Right on, Mom," he said. "But I can't help thinking. I guess I should try to forget."
"I guess you should," she told him.
"You know, darling," she said. "There's a gorgeous view if you will just open that window and step out on the balcony you'll see the moon shining on the lake. It's a beautiful sight."
He did as his mother instructed, going to the window and pulling the drapes back. He drew the sliding glass door back, too. Then he stepped out onto the balcony into the cool night air. Sure enough, out on the lake the moon was shining. She stepped out there with him, and, naked, they looked from their private balcony vantage point.
"Oh, that's wild," he said. "Looks just like the ocean."
"I know it does, darling," she said. "But it's just a lake."
"A big lake," he smiled.
"A big lake," she told him.
Later they went to bed and tossed and turned in their sleep.
The next morning, Neil told her he wanted to go alone to look at the city.
"I don't like the idea of your being alone in Chicago," she said.
"I'm a big boy now," he told her. "I can take care of myself. I want to go down to the Loop and look around."
"Why can't I go with you?" she asked.
"I just want to be on my own. For once I want to feel like I'm free. An independent atom. Can't you understand?"
"Oh, honey, I think I understand better than you know," she said, sadly. "You're growing up. It always bugs me when a son grows up. I think it's terrible."
"I don't," he told her. "It's about time I'm a man and on my own."
"Well, darling, I'm not going to stop you," she informed him. "You must do as you must do."
"Thank you, Mom," he told her. "I appreciate your attitude."
"Well, honey," she said, nervously. "It isn't that I want to feel this way, but I've got to. It's the only fair way."
"All right," he agreed.
After he had gone, she began thinking about it. It was annoying to her. She wondered why he had to be alone. Yes, she thought, I might as well go out and enjoy myself. She thought the best place to do it was in a bar. Here she could talk over her problems and a few drinks later she might find some of the answers. She picked a bar a few blocks away from her hotel and, as she had her second-drink, she noticed a very nice-looking black man sitting beside her. He had been giving her the eye for some time. Finally, he came over and said, "Could I introduce myself?"
"Yes," she said, "I'm happy to meet you. My name is Pam. "
"I'm David," he said.
"Well, glad to meet you, David."
"Would you like a drink?" he asked.
"Why, yes," she said. "I wouldn't mind having one."
She did her best to smile, and then she looked at him. He looked like an athlete. She thought she had seen his picture somewhere, but she wasn't quite sure. He was very strong, very big and very handsome.
"I think I've seen you somewhere before," she smiled.
"Look, I don't want to talk about my reputation. I have had a little thing in the sports world, but I don't want to talk about it."
"If you say so," she said.
Suddenly, she realized it was a case of strong, mutual, animal attraction, and it bothered her. She knew the current was flowing both ways and, as he looked at her, her throat grew husky.
"What's wrong?" he asked, curiously.
"I don't know," she said. "But, David, you know, you turn me on."
"Is that right?" he said. His voice was strong, sure and virile and, as his dark eyes looked at her, she found herself getting more and more excited. When he got up to go to the phone booth, she noticed he was over six feet tall, and he did look powerful and handsome.
To her past feelings about having sex with a black man, she had to say "adios". For now she was getting stimulated from the very thought of it.
When he returned, he smiled.
"What are you smiling about, David?" she asked.
"I was just thinking," he said. "If we would leave this place now and go to my place we would just have time for a good, animal sex act."
"David," she said. "How could you talk to me like that?"
"It isn't difficult," he said. "I'm hot, baby, and I've got to play a game this afternoon."
He was licking his lips with anticipation, and he said, "You know, baby, you look like a real winner."
"Well, you look like a world champion or something," she chuckled.
"Let's go," he countered, quickly. "I would really like to have some fun and, baby, I may be the world's champion cunt licker. Wouldn't that be something?"
"Yes, it would," she said, smoothly.
By the time she left the bar, Pam was so stoned out of her mind she didn't care what she was saying or doing.
"Oh, honey," he told her in his most sensual tone, "let's go and have some fun."
David took her to his apartment. It was a lakeside apartment, and it really was with interest that she walked into that place. Everything was as artistic as it could be. There was a tall, white fireplace and bookcases all over one side of the wall.
Then he put on the hi-fi stereo equipment.
"Oh, that music surrounds me," Pam sighed. "I love it."
"I do, too," he said. "Music sets the stage for sex. Do you hear that African drum beat?"
"Honey, they can hear it down in the Loop," she laughed.
"Well, baby," he told her. "Let's get cracking. That's African fertility drum music, and when those drums beat, my balls itch for action. I mean, honey, I want to screw."
"David, you're too much," she said.
"You bet your ass, I am," he smiled as he reached for his fly and unzipped his pants.
Then he pulled out an enormous black cock.
"How do you like that?" he grinned.
"It's a beaut," she said. "I'll go down on it."
"I have a few other things for you to do, honey," he smiled at her. "And I'll do plenty to you. I'm a good cunt eater."
"Good," she told him. "Let's get cracking."
As she saw him take off his clothes, she marveled at his good body. His muscles were something else, and as she looked at his strong biceps, she knew he was somebody to contend with.
"You like me," he said. "Is black beautiful?"
"On you, baby, it sure is."
He helped her remove her panties and, as he looked at her firm ripe breasts, his mouth watered. "Oh, baby, these are going to be sweet sucking." She loved the way he felt her breasts. He had such big hands, yet he could use them so smoothly. He wasn't a bit rough.
"Oh, honey," he smiled at her. "Are you ever going to be fun. I can hardly wait."
The excitement now was building in his body. He was eager for sex.
"Keep it up," he told her. "Keep it up."
At this point he was really eager for action. "You've got a gorgeous body," he said. "I haven't seen tits like those in a long time."
"Why, thank you, David," she smiled.
"Honey, why don't I eat your cunt first?" he suggested with a wink.
"Anyway you want to do it, darling," she said. He got her on the bed and then told her, "What I'd like for you to do is straddle my face. Just push that gorgeous box right up to my mouth. I love shaved pussies."
"So des my husband," she said.
"I hope he isn't going to be tailing you," he laughed.
"No, honey, he's in Miami. That's why I thought it would be relatively simple for me to get away with you."
"Beautiful," he said as he lay back on the bed.
She loved the sight of his huge dick standing on end. Then he reached for her.
"Just straddle me, and push that pussy right up to my mouth."
She shoved her cunt up to his face, and he let his hot tongue stick out and lick.
"Oh, baby, lick me," she begged him. "Oh, yes, that's beautiful. Oh, I just love that. Keep licking, darling, keep licking."
Faster and faster David's tongue licked away and she became more excited every second.
"Oh," she begged. "Oh, yes, baby, do it. Love me."
Reaching up, he began playing with her breasts while he was sucking at her slit.
"Oh, David darling," she panted as she looked at the black man and reached for his head and guided him over her cunt.
"I love this. Lap up the juices, honey. Lick my pussy. Eat my cunt."
David delighted in her use of foul words and obscenities. It served to stimulate his imagination, and thus triggered his pleasure.
"Keep it up, darling," she begged him. "Keep it going. Oh, yes, I love it. Lick up there," she begged him. "Oh, honey, lick further. Let that sweet tongue stretch up there. Oh, ah, yes, play with the tits."
The black man reached for the white breasts, and he kept his hot, pink tongue lashing away at her clitoris. She was becoming more and more stimulated every second.
"Keep it up, darling," she begged him. "Keep going. Oh, yes, I love it."
He was indeed delighted that he could produce such electrical waves of orgasmic pleasure within this white woman. And she was tremendously excited herself.
"Oh, baby," she told him. "Keep doing that to my joy box. I love it."
He pulled his mouth off her twat for a moment and told her, "Flood my mouth, baby. I want to drown in your sweet juices."
Sweat was pouring down his body. Her body swayed with the grace of a palm tree in a brisk wind as they made hot sweaty love. Her cunt was so hot she thought it would skyrocket her to the moon. They were both jet propelled, and his tongue was now finishing her off.
"Here it goes," she warned, with a gasp.
A thirsty look filled David's eyes as he licked every drop of juice. He licked his chops with the satisfaction of a hungry dog who had finished polishing off a huge bone.
"Oh, you're a world champ. You're the best cunt licker in the world."
He looked at her and smiled.
"It takes one to know one, dear," he countered. "If I'm the world's champion cunt licker, you've got to be the world's champion cunt."
"Thank you, darling," she said. "Now, baby, let me do something for that big black tool of yours." She pulled off him quickly now, and eagerly got down there and gripped his tool. For a fleeting instant, the zestful sparkle that was one of his hallmarks was emerging, and she gripped his tool and began licking up and down his huge length.
"Did you ever suck ass?" he smiled.
"Yes," she nodded.
"But I'll bet you never sucked a black ass, baby."
"No, David," she nodded. "I haven't had sex with a black man before."
"Well, go ahead, baby," he told her. "I've given you a good suggestion on how to take care of my body. I want you to get right down there and suck my ass out. My ass is waiting."
She got down there and, cupping his black ass cheeks in her white hands, she got her tongue out there licking. As her tongue lapped along his black anus, he became so excited he was trembling.
"Oh, baby, I want you to keep doing that. Oh, lick it. Lick faster. Oh, ah, yes, yes. Lick my ass. Lick it out. Stab it up there."
Soon the hot tongue jabbed up there and now he was excited.
"Oh," he panted, eagerly. "That's beautiful. Oh, baby, do it!"
The hot tongue stabbed up the ass hole and every second became more exciting than the last.
"Oh, baby," he said, his eyes mushrooming with surprise. "I mean, baby, lick it. Lick. Grab my prick, baby. Ream my ass and pull my giant-size cock."
She reached for his huge cock, which was as hard as a rock now. He was shaking and trembling as he got so stimulated.
"Keep it up," he told her. "Keep doing that. Oh, baby, pull my meat. Lick my ass. Oh, ah, yes, yes." If she had ever doubted she could perform sexually, all doubts were erased now. She was giving him such tremendous action she could hardly believe it.
"Oh," he sighed, excitedly, "that's beautiful. Oh, yes, baby, keep doing it. Oh, ah, yes, yes. Lick it. Oh, honey, lick it."
The delicious excitement that went through her body at this point was almost more than she could stand. She didn't understand why licking his black ass could do this to her. Maybe it was the debasement. Maybe it was the giant-size shiny black pole, but something got her turned on.
"Keep pulling it," he told her. "Oh, baby, that's beautiful. Keep pulling it. Faster, baby, faster. Oh, yes. That's wild. Do it, baby, do it."
Faster and faster the hot tongue lashed away, and she was enjoying it more every moment.
"Keep it up, darling," he begged her. "Keep pulling it. Grasp it tight. Squeeze it. Oh, baby, you're going to get a mouthful of white juice in a minute."
She pulled her tongue out of his ass hole and let it lick around his testicles.
"Oh, baby," he panted, excitedly. "I love the way you lick my nuts. Oh, baby, they're trembling. They're going to overflow in a minute. Lick them."
Hastily, her tongue licked around the underside of his cock. She was bringing her voracious tongue to the top of his throbbing cock.
"Oh, darling," he panted, excitedly. "I can't stand it. This is too much, baby. Oh, yes, keep doing it. Faster, honey, faster. Keep going. Oh, ah, yes, baby, yes."
The delicious excitement was building to a fantastic climax. As she examined the head of the monstrous black poker dick, she wondered if she could ever get it in. Opening her mouth real wide she managed to get just the huge head of it in. Reaching out, David held her down over his dick.
"That's it, honey," he smiled. "Oh, yes, that's beautiful. Suck me. Suck my dick."
Faster and faster her mouth vigorously worked over the head of his tool.
"Oh, baby," he told her, passionately. "That's too much. I love this. Suck it."
The pleasure was surfacing now as she had never had it before. She herself was shaking, and he wanted her to move rapidly up and down his dick, down to the base. Also, he desired her to finger his nuts, and he told her so, but it came as a surprise to her when he said, "I want you to do this to my ass hole."
Reaching over, he picked up a vibrator. He told her, "I want you to swing that vibrator up my ass. I want to have it turned on so it will be fucking me while I'm getting sucked. That'll be fun."
She had never seen anything like this. The small vibrator was well lubricated and, as she thrust it into his tight ass hole, he wiggled.
"Oh, yes, baby, this is really fucking and sucking. Oh, fuck my ass hole. Eat my prick. Oh, yes, baby, eat me, eat me. Oh, you won't be disappointed. Go after the juice, baby. Oh, ah, yes, yes. That's what I need. Lick it, baby, lick it."
Faster and faster the hot tongue went to town. The delicious excitement that he experienced was now getting to him.
"Oh," he panted, excitedly. "What a beautiful cock suck. Oh, baby, I just love that. Oh, ah, yes, yes. Keep licking. Faster, lover, faster. That's beautiful. Oh, baby, give it to me."
Faster and faster the hot tongue went to town and, as she laid the head of his huge black dick and thrust the vibrator into his ass hole, he reached down to push her head down further over his dick. He was trying to slide his banana cock down her throat. He wanted to throat fuck her.
"Give me a throat fuck, baby," he begged her. "That's what I need. A nice, sweet throat fuck. Oh, yes, keep doing it, baby. Faster, baby, faster. Oh, ah, yes, yes. That's what I want."
Now he was really stimulated. Every second he was doing it better.
"Oh, baby, keep doing it."
Lying back, he was pursing his lips slightly in a half smile.
"Suck on, baby," he told her. "Suck on."
She loved the obscenities he was shouting to her. And he rammed his cock with hard, sensual thrusts. He was reducing her to an animal.
"Eat me," he panted. "Eat me. Keep sucking, baby. Suck it faster," he encouraged. "That's it.
Keep it up. It'll be there."
She was amazed that she could continue doing his thing for him like this.
"Oh, baby," he told her. "Keep doing it."
With renewed zeal her tongue plunged into the small slit at the head of his prick. He was hot for sex now, and he knew he would be getting his satisfaction soon. She could've sucked on him from now till Doom's Day, and still would have loved it. "That's it, suck me. Give it to me," he said.
He was whispering now as he was in deep heat. He wouldn't be much longer in coming.
"Oh," he panted, excitedly. "What a cock sucker. Oh, yes."
His voice rocketed happily.
"Suck on it. Go down on it and give us both a thrill. Oh, that's it, baby, play with the balls."
She quit thrusting the vibrator into his ass hole long enough to play with his balls a moment. The large black balls were becoming larger. It was overwhelming her, and she knew it wouldn't be much longer until she would be swallowing him. "You like my suck?" he asked.
She nodded.
"Keep it up, baby," he said, his face lighting up with satisfaction, as she gave him the suck of his life. His legs were beginning to tense. He knew it was the lull before the storm. And from the looks of things, his load would create a great storm. A sea-shocker all its own.
"Hold on, honey," he cautioned, abruptly. "You don't want to lose any. Don't spill it."
As she saw the huge rod as she pulled her mouth off its saliva-slickened surface, she marveled at its length and size. It was the largest cock she had ever seen, and here she was sucking it. She was lost in his lust.
"Oh, baby," he panted. "Fuck the ass. Fuck it with the vibrator. Shove it in there. Oh, yes, don't stop. Keep going. Faster, honey, faster. Oh, ah, yes, yes. Keep doing that. Oh, baby, keep doing it."
The plunging vibrator added enormous pleasure to the action.
"Keep it up, baby," he told her. "Keep it going. Oh, ah, yes, yes. That's what I want. Keep doing it."
The arousal at this point had reached a passionate pitch, and she knew it couldn't be much longer until he came.
"Oh," he panted, quickly. "That's wild. Oh, yes, baby, that's beautiful. Suck it. Suck that cock."
The delicious excitement that was gliding through him was now reaching a point of delirium.
"Oh," he panted. "That's wild, baby. That's wild."
The enormous pleasure that surfaced in his body was now eclipsed only by her pleasure, for she was going out of her gourd with the expectation of a mouthful of cock cream. She knew he would give her a virile, heady load, and she could hardly wait for the dick to explode. Suddenly, he jabbed forward, lunging down her throat.
The huge dong slid down her throat. She loved it as the juice spurted. However, she wanted a taste of David. Pulling off swiftly so she could catch the climax in her mouth, she suddenly got his juice. As she sucked the cream out of his cock she was slurping and making loud, sucking sounds.
"I'm flooding your face, baby," he told her. "Oh, baby, that's wild. Oh, ah, yes, baby, yes."
She gulped and licked and continued thrusting the vibrator up the black man's butt. And David loved it. His hands were running wildly through her hair as he kept ramming it into her face.
"Go after the juice," he was crying as the African drum beat records continued pounding their throbbing message.
"Eat it," he told her. "Eat it, baby, eat it. Oh, ah, yes, yes. Eat that. Eat it, baby."
The delicious excitement that was surfacing in him now was surpassing anything he had ever had before.
"Oh, baby," he told her. "That's wild. Just wild."
The pleasure now had increased to the point where she wanted him to stab into her. Slipping her mouth off his tool, finally, she told him, "That was delicious."
"Glad you liked it," he grinned, good-naturedly. "Don't think I didn't enjoy it, too."
The hot excitement now had reached him and he hoped for one thing. More action.
"Oh, baby," he grinned at her. "You're too much. You really are."
The super sensual excitement they had experienced together had given her a taste of pleasure that was more beautiful than any she had ever had before.
"Oh, keep it up, baby," he told her. "Keep doing it. Why don't you ride me. Just slip that cunt on over my cock. It's still hard and you can ride it.
I love having a white woman ride my black rod." She took him at his word, and pulling the vibrator out of his asshole, tossed it aside. Then she threw her legs astride him. She slipped the huge, black dick into her cunt and began riding.
"Beautiful," he told her, excitedly. "Just beautiful. Oh, baby, I dig that. Keep doing that. Like that. Oh, ah, yes, baby, yes."
Faster and faster the hot dick drove into her. The black man's hands were on her breasts as he rode into her.
"Clutch it with your cunt muscles," he said. "Cooperate with me."
She cooperated by wiggling her ass the best she could.
"Keep going," he told her, excitedly. "Keep it going, honey. Oh, ah, yes, yes. Like that. Now you're doing it. Faster, baby, faster. Oh, yes, baby, keep it up. Oh, ah, yes, yes. Fuck, fuck. Oh, ah, yes, yes. Fuck it, baby, fuck it faster. Oh, ah, yes, yes."
Faster and faster he rode his tool into her and the sensations that were flooding him now were reaching a point of climax once more.
"I'm going to get my gun off in you twice," he smiled. "It doesn't take me long to get worked up, baby."
"I can see that, lover," she grinned.
Now he was ramming it there in rapid fire motions.
"Keep it going, baby," he begged her. "Keep it going. Oh, ah, yes, baby, yes. That's wild, baby. Oh, yes. Fuck it, baby, fuck it. Oh, ah, yes, yes."
The black man was thrusting forward as his body lifted off the bed. He was really ramming it to her. She had never gotten anything inside her that far. As the plunging black cock moved in swiftly in slick movements, she loved it. She particularly loved the feel of his hands on her breasts.
"Oh, honey," she told him, "this is too much. I love it. Oh, yes, baby, yes, keep doing it. You're fucking now. Oh, ah, yes. Yes. That's wild. Oh, baby, I love it."
The sensational emotions that were flooding through him were really something else.
"Oh," he panted, excitedly. "What a fuck, baby. Oh, beautiful."
Suddenly, her tightly gripping vagina clasping . around his sliding black dick brought him there. The hot juices exploded in her cunt.
"Oh, I'm cumming," he gasped, excitedly. "I'm juicing, baby. Milk my dick, baby, milk it. Grab it. Oh, yes, right on!"
The hot passionate pleasure they had experienced together had brought them to a juicy, delirious climax.
"Oh, baby," he gasped excitedly. "What a rip-off."
She continued twisting her tail while his finger tips pinched her nipples.
"Oh, that feels good, baby," she told him, excitedly. "That feels fantastic. I love it."
Indeed, the pleasure had increased now to where they both were receiving mutual satisfaction from his thrusting black prick.
"How does black dick compare with white cock?" he smiled. His white teeth were flashing and his eyes were aglow as he asked her this.
"You compare very favorably, dear," she said.
"You don't have to worry about being second class. If anything, your cock is first class, four-star and twice as good."
"Beautiful, baby," he said. "Twice as good as what?"
"Twice as good as a lot of men," she laughed. Bending over, she kissed him and he kissed her back emphatically. Now she was sliding herself off of him. Noticing that his cock was still hard, she ran for the bathroom.
"What are you running for?" he asked.
"Well, it's loose there. That huge prick is wild and savage and loose."
CHAPTER SEVEN
Once in the bathroom, she locked the door. She was afraid of what would happen if David got in. But David wanted in. He was pounding on the door.
"Honey," he called out to her. "Open up."
"Why?" she asked, giggling.
"You know why," he said. "I haven't finished."
"It takes a lot to satisfy you, doesn't it, darling?" she shouted from behind the door.
But David would not be put off.
"What do you want, baby?" she asked again.
"I want to fuck your ass hole," he told her.
"It's a good thing I locked the door," she said, grimly. "Look, David, that big dick of yours is much too large to go into my ass hole. If you want to fuck my cunt again, all right. But never my ass hole."
"But I want to," he insisted.
"Do you always get everything you want?" she asked.
"Almost," he told her.
She tried to talk him out of it, but David would not be dissuaded.
"Let me come in there and shower with you," he begged.
"All right, David," she agreed.
When he came in, the first thing he did was wrap his arms around her. His lips met hers and his black hands reached for her white ass cheeks. He massaged them as he kissed her.
"Oh, baby," he told her, quickly. "You're so gorgeous. Just brush those tits across my chest. Let me feel them."
She brushed her breasts across his chest, exciting him to no end.
"Oh, honey," he told her, excitedly, "you have no idea how good that feels. Oh, keep it going. That's wild. Like that. Oh, yes, baby, I love it." Now she was really enjoying herself. As his cock got harder and harder, she kept thinking she better get him in the shower to cool him off.
"Darling," she said, between kisses, "let's shower. Okay?"
He smiled and nodded.
Together they stepped into the shower. The moment the water touched her body she felt better.
"Oh, honey," she said with a sly smile, "it feels so good. Do you want me to wash your dick for you?"
"I'd love it."
Reaching down, she gripped David's huge, black cock. She washed it off with soap, and then he told her, "Wash my ass hole, too. How about that?"
He turned around, and reaching up, she washed his back. She loved his height, and she loved his firm, round black ass. She slipped the soap between his ass cheeks and he squeezed.
"Oh, honey," she said. "You're too much."
Then, suddenly, she gripped his tool. She stroked it back and forth quickly. The pleasure was building now.
"Darling," she said, quickly, "I love you. I want you so much."
The intense delight he was deriving from having sex with her like this was increasing every second.
"Honey," he told her, quickly, "you know I love you, don't you?"
"I guess you do," she said.
The pleasure was now building to a passionate pitch, and he was eager to give her exactly what she wanted.
"Honey, I'd like to have some fun with you. Let me wash you off."
He reached for the soap and massaged it over her breasts. As the water built up a lather, he had a good time.
"Oh, those tits are tremendous," he told her, happily. "They're so damned beautiful."
"Are they, darling?" she smiled.
"Yes. And that shaved box of yours is equally beautiful."
Reaching down he rubbed the soap all around her vagina. Then he slipped the soap inside and she grabbed it.
"Oh, that looks funny," he said as he saw the soap sticking out of her box.
"Now, don't make me fuck soap," she said. "That's going too far."
"Nothing is going too far if you enjoy it," he insisted.
"Well, you've got a point there, baby," she smiled.
He was getting more agitated and excited every second. She could see his balls were itching for action.
"Darling," she said, smoothly, "do you want me to let you wash my ass out? Can I trust you?"
"I don't know if you can trust me or not," he said.
She turned around and he loved the sight of her, blonde behind. He went down and massaged her ass.
"Oh, those white ass cheeks are beautiful," he said, smoothly. "I'll wash them out."
He washed them carefully, but he also built up the suds at the same time. Now, with his own cock sudsy, he slid between her cheeks.
"Hang on, honey, the big invasion is on."
Before she knew what was happening, he had plunged his huge black dick into her. As she felt its enormous length sliding into her, her body bucked against him.
"No," she cried, passionately. "I'm not going to let you do it. No, David, no."
To emphasize the point she pulled away and darted out of the shower. He followed her to the bed.
"I'm going to fuck your ass hole," he told her. "Now, baby, just relax. It'll go in easier if you do." David now was ready. He grabbed a bottle of Vaseline and rubbed it all around his cock. Then he used a finger to dip inside it and slide into her ass hole. When she was well lubricated, he was ready.
"Now, honey," he told her with a laugh. "You're going to get screwed, and screwed royally."
The finger plunged into her ass hole, and she was ready for it. She wiggled about and then when he slid his dick in there it moved in slickly and smoothly.
"Oh," she said in surprise. "It doesn't hurt."
"No," he said. "Not if the man knows how to do it. You see, baby, it's important that I've got you bending over. It's the position and the way the man drills it in. And, of course, this Vaseline helps."
"You're so right," she said. "Fuck. Fuck me." He rammed it to her eagerly and, in rampaging, wild thrusts, got to her.
"Keep it going, darling," she panted, quickly. "Oh, yes. I just love that. Fuck me. Fuck me. Oh, baby, that's beautiful. Drill it in there. Oh, ah, yes, baby, yes. Give it to me."
His hard dick drove into her in savage thrusts, and to her total surprise and total delight, it felt fantastic. She enjoyed the sliding cock.
"Keep it up, baby," he begged her. "Keep doing it. Oh, yes, that's beautiful. Keep fucking."
Faster and faster the tool drilled in there, and they enjoyed it more every moment.
"Oh," he panted, excitedly. "That's beautiful. Now we're screwing. Oh, ah, yes, baby, yes. That's beautiful. Oh, fuck it."
Faster and faster the hard tool drilled in there and every thrust produced electrical waves of pleasure.
"Oh," he panted, excitedly, "what a fuck-off." He was amazed that she would accept him, and he was delighted that she knew how to do it with him.
"You know how to grab my prick," David told her. "You're pretty good at it, baby."
"Thank you, darling," she said.
Plunging his hotly pulsating cock into her and driving thrusts, he was enjoying himself enormously.
"Oh, honey," she told him. "Keep doing it. Drill it in there, baby, that's beautiful. That's wild. Keep doing it. Faster, honey, faster. Oh, yes, baby, that's beautiful."
The enormous pleasure he was deriving from this activity was surpassing anything he had had before.
The fantastic delight was surprising to him and it didn't take him long to try to drive his slick cock in there and get it off. As his love juices shot inside her ass hole, she twisted around and gripped it tightly.
"Now, you're doing it, baby," he told her. "That's what I dig. Oh, yes, lover. Now you're doing it."
The sudden surges of passionate pleasure that were racing through her body surprised her. She imagined it was going to be different, but it wasn't. It was fantastic, wild fucking.
"Oh," he panted, "you're really giving it to me, baby. That's what I dig. Oh, yes. I want it. Right on!"
She was indeed delighted that he could give her such super sensations, and she wanted it kept up.
"Drive it in there," she told him. "Wild. Oh, baby, keep doing it."
The hot dick juiced, and it was over. She ground her hips around and tightened her ass muscles, milking David's cock.
"Oh, yes, keep milking me." he begged her. "Beautiful, oh, yes, that's what I dig."
After he had finished pumping his dick into her, and shooting his juice, he pulled it out. He lay on the bed and spread his legs. She looked at him admiringly.
"You're a real turn-on," he said. "I'll bet you're from a wealthy family and stepping out on your husband. I'll bet that's it."
"I was born into money, and I am married," she admitted. "I am stepping out on my husband, but I could never tell you who with."
"Why not?" David said. "I'm broad-minded. Go ahead and tell me."
"Oh, I never could. You would think I was terrible. You would hate me."
"I wouldn't hate anybody," he told her. "You can tell me. Are you a les?"
"No," she said, "I'm not. But I don't think you would approve of my lover."
"Is he four-footed," he chuckled, winking.
"No, he's not man's friend, the dog. Someone else."
"Now, I can't imagine who," he told her. "But I would love to hear you tell me."
"All right, I'll tell you. My son."
"Your son?" he said, giving her a horrified look. "Yes," she said self-righteously. "He's sixteen and needs sex. I don't rely upon him getting a sex education at school. Some of those girls are diseased and dangerous. I don't want him to grow up warped."
"You don't want him to grow up warped?" he laughed. "What in hell do you think you're doing to him?"
"Don't talk to me like that," she said, objecting. "Don't talk to me like that."
"I'm sorry, lady," he said. "But I want no part of you. That's dirty."
"Dirty?" she said, in a low husky voice, tears misting her eyes as she saw how revolted the black man was at what she was doing.
"Yes," David said, nodding affirmatively. "You're doing something awful to him. You're turning your own son into a mother-fucking idiot."
"You have no right to talk to me like that," she shrieked, angrily.
"Well, somebody's got to get some sense in your head," he said, angrily. "I'd tell that to anybody. I think that's the most disgusting thing you can do.
You're taking advantage of a kid. We're adults and know what we're doing. But that poor innocent kid doesn't and it's worse when it's your own child. You'd have a fit if somebody else molested him. Sure, you said you would yourself. You said you didn't want him doing things with those dangerous girls at school. Well, you're a lot more dangerous than they are. Let me tell you that."
"I hate you," she said.
"You don't hate me," David said, getting to his feet. "You hate yourself. You have good reason to. You have a lot on your conscience, honey."
"I don't feel guilty at all," Pam shrieked. "And don't you tell me I'm guilty. I'm not guilty of anything but loving him."
"Loving?" he laughed. "How dare you call it loving. When a person says loving, it can mean many things. A cattleman loves to kill his animals. But that isn't necessarily love, is it? People love to do this, they love to do that. Some people love to wiretap. Some people love to bug offices. But is that love?
"Damn you," she said, angrily. "You're trying to make something ugly out of something beautiful."
"That's what you're trying to do," he said, tightly. "And it won't work, baby. You are warped, baby. You're sick. You aren't a mother, you're a son-of-a-bitch."
"I'm warning you," she said, tightly. "You better not talk to me like that, David. I won't take this crap lying down."
"Well, I'll give it to you with both barrels," he said, angrily. "Not that I plan to invade your personal life anymore. I don't. But your husband can't reach you. You've gone beyond him into another orbit, and now you're spinning off to destruction, destruction for your family, for your son and death for yourself."
"What are you talking about?" she said, nervously.
"I'm telling you, this is how it's got to end. Relationships like these don't go on like this. That young man is going to want sex on his own, and if you try to cling to him he is going to hate you. May even kill you. I heard of one woman who tried to do it with her son and he strangled her. Would you like that?"
Putting her hands protectively to her throat she looked at him, her lower lip quivering, and replied, "My beloved son would never do that."
"That's what you think," he snapped, indignantly. "If you tried to put a padlock on his balls and prick, he'd do anything to bust free. And why not? It's male instinct. The man wants to pursue, not to be pursued. And, baby, if you try to upset the instinct that was built into him you're going to find out for yourself it won't work."
David began dressing, and Pam did too. But she wanted to get one word of sympathy from him. He made it out of the motel before she did, and, seconds later, she ran out in the darkness of the night to find him.
Paying no attention to the traffic on the busy street that fronted the motel, she ran after David's car as she saw it streak down the street.
There was a screech of breaks, and an awful moan. Pamela had been hit, struck down and was dying. The puzzled motorist swerved to the curb and got out of his car.
"She was crazy-she was running out in the street-"
"Better get an ambulance," one man who had run out to look called over to someone near a phone booth. In the distance, David winced, but he went on driving. The sounds of sirens shrieking in the distance as the ambulance and police hurried to the scene didn't stop him. He didn't care to get involved. Poor Pam was dead on arrival at the hospital, and her terrible secret would have died with her, but her son Neil had to tell his father the awful truth as he wept bitter tears at her funeral.
