Mother Lover
Keith Rockwell


CHAPTER ONE

It was hot for early May in North Hollywood. Perspiring, Sidney Tuttle, twelve, lay his bike 
down on the front porch, turned his key in the lock and entered the apartment. He was glad 
his mother had remembered to draw the thick green drapes before leaving for work. He 
leaned with his back against the door and savored the refreshing cool of indoors and let his 
eyes adjust to the semi-darkness. Then he went to the kitchen, opened the refrigerator, 
gulped down ice water, belched, staggered down the hall past Bonnie’s room to the bedroom 
he shared with his mother and collapsed on his bed.

As usual, he had the place all to himself after school. He lay there panting and thinking 
about all the girls in the sixth grade he wished he could fuck. He was tired of just peeks up 
their dresses or occasional feels of their blossoming tits when he managed to brush against 
one of them during recess. He wondered if he would ever be able to fuck a real girl and find 
out how it felt.

Sidney sighed and thought about Darlene and Suzanne and Mona and Wanda Kreitzer. 
There were hardly any girls in the sixth grade he would not like to fuck. He pictured them one 
at a time, naked and with their legs apart, and pretty soon he had a hard-on. His prick pressed
so hard against the fly of his Levi’s it hurt. He unbuttoned his pants and let his hard-on stand 
free. It was a pretty good-sized cock, even if it hadn’t been inside a girl yet, and he admired it 
as he went over to the dresser drawer and took out one of his mother’s brassieres. Then he 
went into Bonnie’s room, got a pair of her panties, returned to his bed and lay down again. 
Both Bonnie and his mother had good-sized tits. His mother was twenty-eight and Bonnie, her
roommate, was twenty-six. They both worked as cocktail waitresses during the day and Sidney
wished he could fuck either one of them-yes, even his own mother. The fact was, Sidney 
would fuck any female that walked. Maybe even one who couldn’t walk.

Sidney sniffed at the crotch of Bonnie’s panties and stared at his mother’s brassiere and 
began slowly jacking off, working the outer sheath of flesh rhythmically over the interior of his
bone-hard prong. He thought of Bonnie and then his mother and then the girls in his class at 
school. It was difficult to keep his attention on any single female as he thumped his rigid meat
with fast-moving fingers.

His mind was a kaleidoscope, an amalgamation, a blur of titties and pussies (some with 
hair and some without hair), not the titties, just the pussies as it began to feel better and 
better as his hard-on plunged into one of them, then all of them, then just a few of them, but 
it felt nice and hot in between their legs, any of them, oh, it felt so damned good to be inside 
there at last and know what it felt like in a cunt and he kept on fucking and fucking pussies, 
pussies, pussies, and kissing and playing with titties until he came and the “good feeling” ran 
prickly all up and down his body. It was Darlene, Bonnie, and his mother he was thinking of 
when the little bit of juice he emitted finally came out, a kind of toss-up flashing back and 
forth between the three of them that eventually narrowed down to his mother as the peak of 
the pleasure spasms jolted his groin and cock and all over.

He shuddered like a man having a fit, the aftershocks finally dwindling until he had the 
strength to get up and go to the bathroom and wipe off the speck of sperm from his organ 
with a tissue and flush it down the toilet. There still wasn’t much to wipe off but there was 
getting to be more all the time. There hadn’t been any sperm to wipe off when he was ten, 
that first time he’d jacked off, so he was getting to be more of a man all the time.

Sidney lay there wondering if he would jack off again in a few minutes. Sometimes, after a 
short intermission, he jacked off twice in a row. Once, just for the hell of it, he jacked off four 
times in one day and he was surprised that it felt better each time he did it. That had really 
surprised him because all reason told him that it would feel less good each time but it wasn’t 
true. Still, he didn’t want to try jacking off ten times in one day. Not that he thought he’d grow
hair in the palm of his hand or go crazy or anything like that. He just hadn’t felt the urge to set
any records in that department.

He wondered, as he stared at his dwindling hard-on, if girls jacked off. If they did they sure
as hell didn’t talk about it. He guessed that probably they did not since they didn’t seem any 
too anxious to fuck. And if a person didn’t fuck then she probably didn’t jack off either. 
Females were really weird. Yes, females and males were like two entirely different races. Except 
the older ones. Bonnie and his mother fucked, he knew. He’d heard them talking, then 
grunting and fucking in the living room a few times at night with their boyfriends, and one 
time when Bonnie had been extra drunk she’d let a guy sleep with her in her bedroom all 
night and Sidney had caught them there the next morning.

Sidney decided not to jack off again. He put the panties and brassiere back in the dresser 
drawers, stuck his cock back in his pants and buttoned up, then went into the living room and 
turned on the television. A “talk show” came on the screen and there was a pretty woman 
wearing a miniskirt talking to the host about, of all things, birth control! Jesus, it seemed that 
everywhere people were talking about things that had to do with fucking. He wished they 
would stop it. They were driving him crazy. He stared at the woman on the television, 
wondering how many guys had fucked her, and considered jacking off again. He decided not 
to beat his meat again though because they’d probably cut to a commercial or something just
as he was coming and he’d lose sight of her. That had happened to him a couple times before
and it had really pissed him off.

Yes, he decided, his best bet was to fuck an older woman-Bonnie or his mother. Some 
night when she got really drunk maybe he would slip into bed with his mother-get out of his 
own single bed and climb into her double bed, cuddle up and see what happened. A couple 
of times when she’d been drinking she’d kissed him good night kind of passionately, it 
seemed, and then rubbed his back and told him how much she loved him. Next time she got 
drunk, he told himself, he would make his move. He’d touch one of her tits or something and 
see what happened.

Bonnie would be really nice to fuck, too. His mother was brunette and had a nice shape 
but Bonnie was blonde and her hips really flared out nice and round and her ass was beautiful.
Jesus, just last night she had squatted down to pick up a magazine in the living room, and he 
had stared at the crease her cunt made through her tight, beige hip-huggers. It was the most 
beautiful thing he had ever seen and he’d wished he could have reached out and run his 
middle finger up and down it. God, if he could just stick his finger inside her wet cunt and 
then stick his cock inside her too he would give anything. He’d seen her twice-once coming 
out of the bathroom and another time with the covers off-and she had a real honest-to-God 
blonde pussy. Both Bonnie and his mother slept in the nude and he’d seen their tits quite a 
few times.

Damn it! Now he had a hard-on again. Every time he thought of pussies and fucking, his 
dick got stiff as a board. The trouble was, his prick got hard sometimes when he wasn’t even 
thinking of fucking-like at school or other places in public. Sometimes his wanger got hard for
no reason at all. He thought of Bonnie again-the way her cunt looked last night when she was 
squatting in the living room with the material of her hip-huggers all bunched up inside her 
twat. It was strange but for the first time in his life he had thought about something besides 
fucking a cunt. For a second, he wished he could have bent down and kissed her cunt. He’d 
wished for the first time ever that he could have licked and tasted between her legs. Then, last 
night, in bed he’d jacked off and imagined he was lapping her twat. Was that normal, he 
wondered.

Some of the guys at school talked about “eating” girls, but Sidney had always figured they 
were just kidding. Did men really lick girls’ pussies and did girls really suck men’s cocks?

He wasn’t sure, but he sure would like to lick a girl’s slit himself. He didn’t care if other 
people did it or not. He wanted to kiss and lick and fuck and feel everything a girl had. 
Everything. And if he didn’t get to fuck and lick pretty soon he was going to go absolutely 
nuts. They were going to have to take him away in a straitjacket, screaming. And he’d 
probably have a hard-on even then!

Sidney stared at the television, not really seeing it, and guessed that if he had a choice 
between fucking Bonnie or his mother he’d probably choose his mother. He’d feel more at 
ease with her-comfortable-because he’d already kissed and hugged her lots of times and they
already loved each other anyway. She’d have patience and teach him all about how to fuck the
right way once he got to first base with her. That was the problem-getting to first base. Well, a
lot of guys must have gotten to first base or why would there be such a word as 
mother-fucker?

Sidney went back into the kitchen and grabbed a bunch of grapes and came back and 
nibbled from them on the living room couch. People had fucked on this very couch, he 
thought. His mother and Bonnie had screwed guys right where he was sitting! He sighed and 
stared at the stupid television show. The girl wearing the miniskirt had left and now there was 
some asshole comedian trying to be funny. Comedians and movie stars and famous people 
got all the girls they wanted he heard once. He stared at the comedian and hated him. 
Anybody could be funny if he got laid every night, he thought.

He ate the grapes and stared at the comedian who got laid every night and thought of his 
teacher, Miss Bartholomew. She was damned good-looking, even if her tits weren’t very big. 
She had brown hair and a nice ass and he often thought about fucking her. He’d jacked off 
over her a few times and had wet dreams over her twice. He wondered how many times she 
had been fucked. She was very young and proper and sweet and it was hard to imagine her 
lying on her back with her legs apart while some guy stuck his dong in her. “Fuck me, honey! 
Fuck me right in the pussy!” he imagined her saying. Could Miss Bartholomew say something 
like that? No, Sidney decided. Miss Bartholomew was easier to imagine reciting poetry to men 
fucking her rather than saying those four-letter words. That was possible, Sidney guessed, but 
he doubted she would use the other words even if she fucked at all! She probably didn’t. She 
probably didn’t even have a pussy!

Sidney ate his grapes and spit the seeds into the ashtray on the coffee table. He flicked on 
cartoons on the TV and watched the animated figures running around on the screen. Even the
animals in the cartoons didn’t have cocks and cunts, he realized, and he decided to stop 
thinking about sex before he became some kind of perverted maniac. Could sex be like Santa 
Claus, he wondered. Could it be possible that fucking was some kind of rumor just like there 
being a real Santa Claus. No, that would be ridiculous and impossible, he thought, and 
besides he was sure he’d heard Bonnie and his mother doing something with their boyfriends 
besides just wrestling around together, and there was the matter of jacking off which had to 
mean that his prick was made for something besides just pissing through. Still, he considered 
this awful possibility … Sex was a rumor … Hmmm … No, it couldn’t be. Damn it, he had to 
stop thinking about sex and fucking!

He ate grapes and concentrated on the animals without genitals on the television screen.

A few minutes later he was thinking about Halloween. He imagined himself in a full-length 
costume lurking in the shadows. There was the steady click-clack of high heels on the sidewalk
of the quiet neighborhood street. As the young woman drew near the bushes where he lay in 
hiding, he suddenly sprang out, clamped his hand over her mouth before she could utter a 
sound, dragged her into the bushes and raped her. Then he fled away into the darkness, safe 
and undetected, a virgin no more. Yes, Halloween was perfect because he would be wearing a 
disguise and a woman couldn’t identify him. Sidney considered the possibilities, developing 
the setting and ‘details of the rape scene in his mind. What if the woman was old? He didn’t 
care. She’d be that much easier to overpower. At least he would know what fucking was like!

“Cut it out,” Sidney said aloud finally. “You can’t go around raping women.” Besides, he 
realized that Halloween was five long months away and he couldn’t wait that long.

By the time Bonnie arrived home from work Sidney had finished all the grapes in the 
refrigerator, plus half a lemon meringue pie, two fudge-cicles and a medium-sized bag of 
potato chips. Despite his voracious appetite, however, Sidney did not have pimples and he 
was not overweight. In fact, he was rather slim and of average height. He wore his light-brown
hair on the long side, with sideburns of course, and he wasn’t bad-looking though he was 
inclined to be a bit intense and slightly nervous for reasons psychologists familiar with the sex 
drives of incipient teenagers would readily understand.

Probably a father with whom Sidney could talk man-to-man would relieve his anxiety 
somewhat, but since his mother had divorced Louis Tuttle six years ago, this was impossible. 
In fact, Sidney had not even seen his father in over three years and Mimsy Tuttle had not 
received child-support payments in two years. “The no-good-son-of-a-bitch,” as Mimsy 
frequently referred to her former spouse, had apparently vanished from the face of the earth, 
although Sidney did receive greeting cards on his birthday and at Christmas from different 
parts of the country.

Right now, though, Sidney’s problem was a severe one and of a twofold nature. First, 
Bonnie had arrived home earlier than usual and, second, Sidney was in the process of 
masturbating for the second time. He was lying on his back, his hips making a thrusting arch 
over the living room couch as he flailed away at his penis with all his might, when he heard his
mother’s roommate’s key turn in the lock.

Sidney was agile and quick for his age, but hopping across the living room toward the 
safety of the bathroom with his Levi’s about his ankles was not one of his specialties. Bonnie 
caught a glimpse of him and ran to the entrance of the hallway just as Sidney closed the 
bathroom door behind him.

“Sidney!” Bonnie called from outside the bathroom. “Just what were you doing? Did I see 
you partly-uh-partly undressed? Sidney, what are you doing in there? Come out this minute. I 
have a sneaking suspicion there’s some monkey business going on. Do you hear? Come out 
this minute! What are you doing?”

“I’m going to the bathroom,” Sidney called back, trying to stuff his hard-on inside his 
pants and make it go away. He tried counting to ten-anything to make the thing go away, but 
it stood out full and erect.

“I don’t believe you!” Bonnie called. “Come out here right now or I’m going to tell your 
mother.”

“I said I’m going to the bathroom,” Sidney called back. “What do you think I’d be doing in 
the bathroom? “

“The same thing you were doing in the living room,” Bonnie said. “And I have a hunch you 
weren’t going to the bathroom in the living room!” She banged on the door with her fist.

“Come out here right now, Sidney!”

“Naturally I wasn’t going to the bathroom in the living room,” Sidney replied, stalling. 
“Why would anyone go to the bathroom in the living room?” His prick was beginning to go 
down. At last. Please God … please God, Sidney prayed.

“Your mother’s going to hear about this, young man,” Bonnie said. “Don’t think she isn’t!”

Sidney composed himself, his prick nearly back to normal. There was silence now and he 
had the distinct feeling that Bonnie was on the other side of the door with her ear pressed to 
it listening for telltale sounds. What the hell did she expect him to do? Exit holding his 
hard-on in his hand and say, “I’m jacking off, Bonnie. What did you think I was doing? Just 
beating my meat, that’s all. Pretty nice one, isn’t it? For a twelve-year-old, I think you’ll agree 
it’s a pretty good-looking cock. How did things go at work today?”

And then naturally she’d reply: “Oh, just jacking off. Why didn’t you say so? For a moment 
I thought you’d hurt your leg and didn’t want to complain. Things went okay at work I guess. 
Anything good on TV?”

Sidney’s prick was back to normal now. For effect, he flushed the toilet and came out. 
“What’s all the screaming about?” he asked innocently. “Did you say something about telling 
my mother? If it’s a crime to go to the bathroom, go ahead and tell her. Good grief!”

Bonnie just stared at him, her pretty face all flushed as her eyes moved from his face to his 
crotch and back again as though she might be able to spot some telltale evidence. All right, I 
was jacking off, he thought. What do you want to do, put me in San Quentin or send me to 
the electric chair?

“You had your pants down in the living room, Sidney,” she said. “Why? And why did you 
run when I came in?”

There was something in her deep blue eyes that told Sidney that she knew precisely what 
he had been doing in the living room. She seemed fascinated by the fact that he’d been 
jacking off and for some unexplainable reason wanted to pursue the matter. Her intense 
interest in his jacking off somehow excited Sidney deep down inside. She was a very pretty 
and nice young woman and he liked her very much, but of course he couldn’t tell her the 
truth.

“It’s personal,” Sidney began. “I have a rash on my-my whatchacallit-and I was just looking 
at it. When I heard the door opening I ran to the bathroom. Sorry, Bonnie. Honest. I was 
embarrassed, that’s all,” he lied.

Bonnie’s eyes narrowed. “Then why didn’t you come out of the bathroom right away?”

“While I was in the bathroom I decided to go to the toilet.”

Bonnie shook her head in disbelief, her fascination still apparent on her lovely features. 
“Look, Sidney, I know you’re a very smart young boy-precocious and all that-but you’re not a 
very good liar.” Her voice was low, smooth and forgiving now, like that of a tough detective 
who has suddenly decided to change his approach when interrogating a murder suspect. 
Sidney had watched the identical scene on TV often. Bonnie was at the place where the 
detective takes the light out of his suspect’s eyes, offers him a cigarette and tries to gain his 
confidence.

“You know I’m very fond of you, Sidney. I always have been.”

Her voice was a satin purr. Here it comes, Sidney thought. She even had her arm around 
him. “I know that, Bonnie. I like you too.”

“We’ve never had any secrets from each other, have we?”

“No.”

“Then tell me truthfully. What were you doing with your pants down in the living room? 
You know I won’t tell anybody.”

For an instant, Sidney was tempted to say that his pants were down in the living room for 
the same reason that Bonnie’s boyfriends took their pants down before they screwed her, but 
he resisted the temptation. “I was checking out my rash,” he lied evenly.

“You’re lying, Sidney,” she said, checking her anger. “All right then, young man. Show me 
this rash. I want to see it. I don’t believe you.”

“You mean you want me to-to take my thing out? Just flop it out?”

“That’s exactly what I mean.”

“I’d-I’d be embarrassed,” Sidney said. “There’s nothing to be embarrassed about.

I’ve known you since you were a baby practically. If you have a rash I want to see it. Come 
on. Out with it.”

Sidney studied her for a moment. She was dead serious, all right. This was getting more 
interesting every second. Slowly, he unbuttoned his pants and flopped his prick out. He was 
pleased that it had not gone down entirely and was larger than usual. Also, to his relief, it was 
red about the foreskin from jacking off.

Bonnie bent down, leaning forward. She actually wet her lips as she conducted her 
examination. “Hmmm? It does look slightly red around the-the head, doesn’t it?”

“Yes,” Sidney said proudly. “I told you I had a rash.”

She reached out and touched it and Sidney felt his organ enlarging once again. He tried to
hold back but despite his effort his cock began to stand out. Well, he thought, if you want to 
see a twelve-year-old get a hard-on in a matter of seconds, go ahead, lady!

His cock was completely erect now. Sidney smelled liquor on Bonnie’s breath so she had 
had a few drinks before leaving work. She swallowed, staring at the serpent that had grown so
rapidly, then quickly withdrew her hand as though she had burned it. She thought for a 
moment, then back stepped with her hand nervously covering her mouth. “I-I know exactly 
what you need, Sidney. You’re right, dear. You do have a rash. There’s-there’s some ointment 
in the medicine cabinet. Go lie down on your bed and I’ll apply some of the ointment for you.”

Sidney obeyed and in a moment Bonnie came back and sat down beside him on the bed. 
His prick stood straight up pointing at the ceiling. She hesitated, swallowing again as she 
stared at his erect organ. Then she began applying the ointment. Her voice trembled when 
she spoke. ”How-how long have you had this-this rash?” she asked.

“Oh, a few days, I guess,” he said.

“You have to be very careful about your personal parts,” she said.

“Yes, I know.” Bonnie held his firm prick firmly in her hand now, just the way Sidney held it 
when he jacked off, and she was working the ointment in very thoroughly. Very, very 
thoroughly. It felt terrific. It felt just as though he were jacking off. Sidney had never had 
anybody jack him off before and he could tell that Bonnie was enjoying applying the ointment
almost as much as he enjoyed having her apply it. He wondered what she would do if he 
came. There wasn’t much sperm left because he had jacked off once already but the thought 
crossed his mind. Her hand was working faster now and she didn’t seem to be concentrating 
on just the reddish part on his foreskin. She was really working him over.

“I suppose that-that your mother really should be the one to apply this ointment,” she 
said, “but when it comes to your privates you-you really can’t be too careful. I-I mean the 
sooner you take care, of anything that’s-that’s the matter, the better off you are. Uh-how old 
are you now, Sidney?”

Sidney had to smile. Bonnie had been living with this little kid, not ever dreaming that the 
kid had a man-sized cock! Good, he thought. It serves her right for underestimating me. 
“Twelve,” he said casually. “Almost thirteen.”

“Yes-yes, of course,” she said. “I almost forgot. It seems like almost yesterday that you were
just-just a kid. Well, I guess that should do it.” Her hand was trembling as she tried to replace 
the lid on the tube of ointment. “Tell your mother about it when she gets home. She may want
to put some more of this stuff on you.” Bonnie didn’t move. She seemed reluctant to get up. 
Then, abruptly, she bent down and kissed the head of his prong. She tried to make it casual, 
the way she and his mother often kissed him at bedtime, but her hand gave his balls a little 
squeeze as she kissed him. “Okay, young man. Upsie-daisie,” she said.

“Are you sure you put enough ointment on?” Sidney asked.

“Why, yes,” she said, not moving. “I think so. Why?”

“Well, as you said, you can’t be too careful about your private parts and I’d rather have too
much on than not enough, right?” Sidney was really proud of his prick now. He had never 
seen it stand so tall. Bonnie was trembling all over. God, he was enjoying himself. A grown 
woman staring at his cock and shaking with excitement. The way things were going he might 
even be able to fuck her. Still, she had to be careful. There was his mother to consider. Bonnie 
placed her hand on her forehead as though she were in pain.

“Is anything the matter?” Sidney asked, peering over his rigid shaft.

“I-it’s just that I have a slight headache,” she stammered. “That’s why I came home from 
work early today.”

“I’m sorry,” Sidney said. “I guess I shouldn’t expect you to be my nurse when you don’t feel
good yourself.” He reached out and rubbed her neck. “Sorry you have a headache. That make 
it ‘ feel any better? “

“Yes, that’s very nice of you, Sidney. That-that feels good.”

As he rubbed her neck, Sidney deftly removed the lid of the ointment tube and began 
applying the amber lotion to his prick. He made nice long strokes with his hand to emphasize 
the length of his penis as he continued rubbing Bonnie’s neck and back with his other hand. “I
guess there’s no need to ask you or my mother to put this stuff on. You’re right. You can’t be 
too careful of your privates and I should take care of this rash now-before it gets infected or 
something. I’m old enough to take care of myself now, so there’s no need to bother my 
mother with things like this. I probably won’t even mention it to her.”

Bonnie peeked out through the fingers of her hand at his hard-on. “You mean you don’t 
even intend to tell her about it?”

“No.”

“You’re sure you won’t say anything?”

“Yes.”

“Not one word?”

“Not even a hint,” Sidney said. “You know, this ointment is making it feel a lot better. It’s 
funny but it’s making my rash really feel good. This is great ointment. I should have 
discovered this ointment a long time ago. My rash is feeling so much better I can hardly stand
it. Wow!” Impulsively, Bonnie grabbed his prick and began stroking it boldly. She didn’t even 
bother to get more ointment from the tube. “Well, if you’re not even going to tell your mother
about it I suppose somebody has to look after you. Not even one word to your mother?” She 
was groping his balls openly now.

“Not one word,” Sidney said. “I promise.” Their eyes met briefly and the conspiracy was 
sealed. Sidney unbuttoned his pants all the way now and slipped them down to his ankles. “I 
guess we should be thorough about this,” he said. “I wouldn’t want the rash to spread.”

“Yes, you’re right,” Bonnie said.

Sidney spread his legs apart slightly and Bonnie began massaging his cock and balls with 
both hands, openly admiring his stiff manhood. The look of pleasure on her face-pleasure 
with a hint of pain too-was really something to see. She was going out of her mind as she 
stroked his member faster and tickled his balls with her fingers. Sidney wished the boys at 
school could see a beautiful woman-not a girl-but a grown woman playing with his cock and 
enjoying it.

“How does it feel?”

Sidney put his hands behind his head and stared down at her hands at work. “Great,” he 
said, getting bolder. “When you’re through I don’t think I’ll ever have any trouble with this 
rash again.”

“Does it feel really good?” she asked again. “Wonderful. Better than anything. You won’t 
stop until I tell you? Please?”

“I won’t stop, Sidney. You’re a very big boy now and I know what you’re talking about. I-I 
didn’t know just how adult you were. Do you really have a rash?”

“No,” Sidney said. “I was jacking off in the living room when you came in.”

“Yes, I thought so. Can you come?”

“Yes, but I jacked off once before you interrupted me and probably nothing will come out. 
Sometimes stuff comes out, though. It feels good either way though. What you’re doing feels 
great, Bonnie. You won’t tell Mom?”

“Of course not,” she said, “and don’t you either. Are you almost ready to come? “

“Pretty soon. I wish some stuff would shoot out so you could see it. I’m proud when it 
comes out.”

“Don’t worry about it, honey. Just relax and come.”

It was the first time she had called him honey. He began thrusting his hips and groaning 
for her benefit. He wanted to put on a show for her. He loved watching the expression on her 
face as she jacked on his stiff hunk of meat. “Bonnie?” he asked.

“What?”

“Could I fuck you?”

She didn’t answer.

“I never fucked a girl before and it’s driving me crazy. I’d never tell anyone, Bonnie. Please?
Could I? Please?”

“Maybe sometime,” she said. “We’ll see. But I have my period now. I have cramps and I 
don’t feel well. Besides it would be too messy.”

“I don’t care, Bonnie. Honest. Please?”

“I care, though,” she said, jacking harder on his prick. She was lying with her head on his 
upper legs now and staring at his privates as she fondled his testicles. “The first time should 
be special,” she said. “I understand how you feel, but today wouldn’t be right.”

“Then when your period’s gone and you’re okay I can fuck you? Bonnie? Sometime when 
my mother’s not here I can fuck you? Please?”

“All right, but be patient. It might not happen tomorrow but we’ll work it out.”

“Oh, Bonnie. I love you. I can hardly wait. I can’t wait. You’re not lying to me?”

“Would I be doing this to you if I were lying?”

“No, but when? When can I fuck you?”

“Pretty soon. I’ll tell you when. Now just relax and come. It’ll feel better if you relax. Since 
you’re not going to utter a word to anybody about this maybe I’ll even kiss it for you. If you 
ever mention a word about this to any body I won’t let you fuck me. Understand?”

“I won’t ever say anything ever. I promise. Never, Never.”

“How does it feel now?”

“Great. Wonderful. But I’m thinking about fucking you, Bonnie.”

“Naturally. What I mean is, are you getting ready to go off? “

“Pretty soon.”

“All right. Then I’ll kiss it for you now.”

“You already kissed it once.”

“I mean suck on it-hold it in my mouth while you come.”

Bonnie bent down and encircled his prick with her hot mouth and the sensation of the wet
heat on his organ nearly made Sidney faint. Jesus, he thought, so it was true what they said 
about girls sucking on men’s cocks. It was really true. “Ohhhhh,” he groaned, holding tight to 
her head. There couldn’t be anything, anything in the world like the way her mouth felt sliding
up and down on his hard-on. “Ohhh, Bonnie … Bonnie … Bonnieeeeee.”

Bonnie raised her head and said, “Take your time, Sidney. Don’t rush it. Take your time and 
come, sweet.”

Then she was licking his prick, fluttering her tongue all up and down his rod and even 
taking his balls into her hot mouth. He could hear the sound of her saliva when she returned 
to the steady, rhythmic pumping up and down on his prick and he began playing with her 
titties too while his other hand clamped harder on her beautiful blonde head so that he could 
pretend he was fucking-fucking her mouth. He was getting ready to come. Oh, Jesus. “I’m 
getting ready to come,” he said.

She grunted an unintelligible reply without missing a beat and her head bobbed faster, 
faster, faster while her hand clutched the base of his cock hard, guiding it, and her other hand 
worked in a circle over his nuts. There it was … there it was … coming now … coming now … 
Jesus … Oh, there it came!

“Ahhhhhhhhhhh,” Sidney screamed, bucking as the most intense orgasm he had ever 
experienced wracked his body from head to toe. He lay there shuddering and Bonnie kept her
mouth on his prick, nursing. Her head was resting on his stomach and he could see her throat 
contracting. Sidney was surprised that she made no effort to move away now that his orgasm 
was over. He decided to tell her that she didn’t have to stay there-that she could stop now if 
she wanted to. He started to sit up. She pushed him back so that he lay down again and, 
without taking his cock from inside her mouth, she spoke in a muffled voice, “Stay still, Sidney.
It’s better if you rest awhile afterward. You don’t want to get up too soon. Just relax, honey.”

Sidney did and, oddly, his prick began to rise again in a few minutes. At first, his prick head
had been very sensitive, but now the gentle washing of Bonnie’s tongue was bringing on a 
hard-on again. She took his cock out of her mouth then and a little stream of semen, like a 
spider web almost, ran from her lip to the slit in the end of his member.

“You horny little devil,” she said, smiling. “You’re actually getting hard again.”

“I know,” Sidney said.

“You said that you’d jacked off already and there wouldn’t be much come left,” Bonnie 
said. “Well, young man, I have news for you. You had quite a bit left.” She broke the long 
strand that trailed from his organ to her mouth. “Really?”

“Yes, really.”

The fact that Bonnie was talking moved Sidney deeply. It meant that she had swallowed 
his sperm. He had no idea that women did that and the thought excited him. “I guess there 
was more left than I thought,” Sidney said. “Sucking it must make more come out than when 
you just jack it off.”

“Yes,” Bonnie agreed like a veteran. “When you get excited it makes a difference. 
Excitement makes more come out.”

Sidney was surprised that the usual wave of guilt that swarmed over him following 
masturbation was not with him now. It was good to know that when you had sex with another
person there was not any guilt. At least for him there wasn’t. Still, he hoped he hadn’t 
offended Bonnie by shooting so much of his sperm in her mouth. “I-I really thought there 
wouldn’t be any left,” he apologized. “Usually there isn’t.”

“That’s all right,” she said, staring fondly at his young prick standing firm and straight 
again.

She seemed to admire it, Sidney noticed. Even love it!

“Anyway, it’s all gone now,” he said.

“Don’t be too sure,” she said. “Would you like me to suck you again and see?”

Sidney couldn’t believe his ears. “Aren’t you-you tired?”

“My mouth’s just a little tired,” she said. “But if you want me to I’ll do it to you again.” She 
planted a big kiss right on his balls and gazed lovingly at his rod. “You should take advantage 
of some thing while you’re young, Sidney. When men get older they don’t always get hard 
again so fast after coming.”

“Really?”

She was kissing his stiff meat adoringly, the way a little girl kisses her doll. “Yes, really. 
Want me to suck it again? I’ll bet you have more than you think left, too.”

“Yes, I want you to, Bonnie,” Sidney said. This time Bonnie turned him over so that he lay 
on his side. Then she rested her cheek on the bed and began sucking him sideways. Sidney 
writhed, thrusting his hips into her hot mouth and stared down at his meat hunk sliding in and
out of her lips as her cheeks got hollow from the suction. She really liked to suck his cock. He 
could tell by the little mewing sounds she made and by the way she grasped it with her 
smooth hand and also tugged beggingly on his ass. If anything, his organ was more sensitive 
than before, and he would come even faster this time, he knew. God, it was fantastic to find 
out that a woman really could like doing something like this-something that felt better than 
anything. Now she seemed to be seeing how far she could take his prick into her mouth. She 
had it way back so it seemed to be slamming against her throat.

That did it. Sidney couldn’t hold back any longer. His insides seemed to do a flip-flop and 
he shook all over as the first waves of prickly tingles struck his groin and then spread crazily, 
echoing and crashing back and forth up and down his arms and legs,-everywhere! This time 
his prick head was really sensitive and, as Bonnie nursed it dry as before, he held her head so 
that she would know to be very, very gentle. She was.

After a while, she again let his organ fall from her mouth. This time, though, she scooted 
up and cuddled beside him so that her face was close to his. She spoke in a whisper. “There 
was quite a bit even this time,” she said. “Not as much as before, but still quite a bit. You’re so 
young you taste like fresh spring water,” she said, smiling and patting his cheek.

“I do?”

“Well, not quite.” She laughed. “But almost.”

“I never, never felt anything like that, Bonnie. I loved it. Thank you.” He kissed her lips and 
she kissed him back.

“You’re a very lucky twelve-year-old,” she said. “For one thing, I came home early today 
and so your mother wasn’t here. Second, I had quite a bit to drink before I left. I don’t know if 
I’d have gotten so carried away if I hadn’t had those drinks.”

“I’m glad you had the drinks,” Sidney said. “But why does it make a difference?” He really 
didn’t understand. He could smell the alcohol on Bonnie’s breath but he couldn’t see what 
difference drinks could make unless a person got staggering drunk. He decided to try a few 
drinks sometime.

“It makes a difference because women my age don’t usually have sex with boys your age.”

Sidney put his arm around Bonnie and held her close. “I think that’s a crazy rule,” he said. 
“Most of the boys my age are dying for sex but the girls our age don’t seem very willing. I 
think maybe what all girls need is a few drinks.”

Bonnie laughed and kissed his nose. “Yes, you’ll probably take a bottle of whiskey to 
school with you, you little devil. I wouldn’t advise it, though. Speaking of drinks, it was an 
absolutely hectic day at the club and your mother might be a little late getting home from 
work. Some of her old friends stopped by before I left and she’ll probably stay a little late with 
them and have a few cocktails.”

“Oh,” Sidney said. He loved his mother and he didn’t like for her to stay after work too late,
especially when she came home with one of her boyfriends. He guessed he was jealous. If 
she’d been drinking with a boyfriend they might fuck, too, and this bothered him. These 
“drinks” were pretty powerful medicine.

Bonnie stood up now. “Well, I think I’ll take a little nap. I’m beat. You’re quite a young man,
Sidney,” she said. She gave a little laugh and left the bedroom.

“Don’t forget that I get to fuck you,” Sidney called after her. “You promised!”

Bonnie returned, holding her finger to her lips, and frowned from the doorway. “Shoosh! 
Not so loud,” she said. “I won’t forget. I said we’d see. Not another word about it, young man,”
and she disappeared again.





CHAPTER TWO


Sidney Tuttle lay on his bed thinking about the amazing good fortune that had come his way. 
This very afternoon he had been just hanging around the house jacking off and thinking 
about sex-wondering if and when he’d ever have any-and then, like a bolt out of the blue, 
Bonnie had come home and given him two blow jobs! And Bonnie had even promised to let 
him fuck her some time. But he might have to wait several days, or even longer. Damn it!

Sidney stared up at the ceiling, pretending that the light fixture and the plaster was 
actually a floor and he was up there walking around. Aside from sex, it was one of his favorite 
fantasies. He frowned, remembering what Bonnie had said about his mother maybe staying 
late at Rudy’s Bar where she and Bonnie worked. If she had some drinks, that was all right. But 
if she brought a boyfriend home he would definitely be jealous, now that he under stood why 
his mother and Bonnie brought men home and then screwed them in the living room when 
they thought he was asleep.

Slowly, he devised a plan. If his mother had been drinking when she came home, and if 
she didn’t have a boyfriend with her, he would encourage her to have a few more drinks. 
Then, when she came to bed and the lights were out, he would slip into bed with her and try 
his luck. His mother was really beautiful and she slept in her brassiere and panties. Sometimes 
she even slept naked! He wanted to fuck Bonnie, true, but that meant waiting awhile and, 
besides, it was his mother he had really wanted to fuck ever since he could remember. Yes, he 
admitted to himself that as long as he could remember it was Mom he had wanted to fuck. 
She was so beautiful and understanding and her tits were so soft to put his cheek against.

Maybe if she had enough to drink tonight he could put his cheek against her bare tits and 
even kiss them. Then, if she didn’t seem to mind, he could suck on her tits and maybe even 
run his hand over her tummy and touch her beautiful pussy. He imagined her lying groggily 
there on her back, not resisting him as he spread her legs apart a little and touched her cunt. 
Maybe he could even fuck her. God, if only he could fuck his mom! Well, he would have to 
wait and see. He should be grateful for the two blow jobs Bonnie had given him, and he didn’t
want to make a pig of himself, but he would be ready if the opportunity came.

It was nearly eight-thirty when Sidney’s mother came home from work. Bonnie had 
finished her nap and she and Sidney had already eaten dinner when Mimsy Tuttle came in. 
Bonnie was sitting in the big easy chair sipping a tall bourbon and water and Sidney lay on the
floor watching a western movie on TV.

“Hi, Mom,” Sidney said, standing up. What Bonnie had said about his mother having a few 
drinks was correct. Mimsy Tuttle was a stunning and voluptuous brunette, but when she’d had
a few too many she tended to look a little haggard, especially around her big brown eyes and 
full-lipped mouth. Still, to Sidney, she was beautiful. She was his mother and he loved her very
much.

“Hi, honey,” Mimsy said, bending down and kissing Sidney full on the mouth. She wore 
tight black hip-huggers and her big breasts pressed hard as though they might burst through 
the white top of her cocktail waitress uniform. She heaved a sigh and collapsed on the couch 
and took off her shoes. “Wow, what a day!” she panted.

“I see you ditched your buddies,” Bonnie said. “I half expected you to arrive with Ralph or 
Jimmy-if you arrived at all! “

“Oh, kid,” Mimsy said, rolling her eyes for effect, “it was all I could do to avoid bringing the
whole crowd here. Thank God you weren’t feeling well. That was my excuse for coming home 
alone.”

“Want a drink?” Bonnie said over the sound of guns on the television. She went over and 
turned down the volume.

“God, yes!” Mimsy said. “I’ve had plenty already, I guess, but a drink sounds good.”

Sidney jumped up. “I’ll get you a drink, Mom,” he said, heading for the kitchen.

“Since when did you become a bartender?” his mother called after him.

“I know where everything is,” Sidney said. “The bottle’s on the sink. I’ll get the ice and 
everything. Two of those little jiggers full of whiskey and the rest water, right?”

“Right,” Mimsy called. “Yes, a double.” Sidney got the ice from the refrigerator and listened
to his mother and blow-job Bonnie talking about men from work. Their voices were low, as 
usual, whenever they talked about men but he heard the words “motel” and “pinched my 
fanny” and “the fresh sonofabitch even had the nerve to offer me money.” Sidney often 
wished he were old enough to go to Rudy’s Bar and see for himself just what went on there. 
From the bits of conversation he’d picked up the place sounded like a legal whorehouse.

“I just didn’t feel up to bringing any man home tonight,” Sidney’s mother was saying. 
“Especially that sex fiend Jimmy or that stallion Ralph. Jimmy never sleeps. He just wants to go
all night long. And if Ralph stays sober enough to make it a girl can’t walk for a week!” Bonnie 
laughed at Mimsy’s remark as Sidney dumped three and a half jiggers instead of just two into 
his mother’s drink. Then he added ice and water from the faucet. He was tempted to have a 
little whiskey himself but decided against it. He wanted to have his wits about him. Mom had 
been drinking and she’d come home alone. His ears burned with desire as he re-enacted his 
plan to slip into bed with her and cuddle up. He hoped she would sleep naked tonight, but 
even if she just wore her usual bra and panties it would be a thrill to press himself against her 
and try to make out. Sidney stopped thinking about his mother in bed as he stirred the drink 
with the plastic swizzle stick. He didn’t want to get another hard-on now. He entered the room
and handed his mother the drink. “Here, Mom,” he said, handing her the very dark drink. He 
watched her closely as she took a sip.

Mimsy Tuttle coughed. “Jesus Christ!” she sputtered. “What did you put in this drink?” 
When she finally stopped coughing, there were tears in her eyes. “That’s the strongest drink I 
ever tasted. What did you do, put two shots of water in and the rest booze? The house would 
lose money on a bartender like you!”

“Sorry, Mom,” Sidney said. “I didn’t mean to put too much whiskey in it. I was just trying to
be helpful.” He pretended to be hurt.

“That’s all fight, Sidney,” Mimsy said, holding him close and hugging him. “You’re 
Mommy’s big boy and it was very nice of you.” She kissed him tenderly. “Thanks, honey. It’s a 
little strong, but I’ll just sip it slowly. It’s all right.”

“I know drinks relax people,” Sidney said, taking his place on the floor again in front of the 
television, “and I want you to be nice and relaxed.” He glanced up at Bonnie who seemed to 
be staring at him suspiciously. She seemed to be reading his mind! Could that be possible? 
Sidney decided that he was just imagining things and resumed looking at the movie.

Apparently the drink wasn’t too strong because his mother fixed herself two more in the 
next hour. Bonnie had a couple more too and pretty soon the two of them were talking about 
lots of things they didn’t usually discuss in front of him. Mostly they laughed a lot and talked 
about their boyfriends. Jesus, if men could hear the way women talked about them! he 
thought. They giggled and said how this one was always trying to “cop feels” and that one 
“thought he was the greatest lover in the world” but really he was “blah” when the chips were 
down. Sidney went on listening and pretending to watch television.

Once he overheard Bonnie say that a guy she knew thought a “clitoris must be something 
a girl pissed through.” They both giggled mightily at this and Sidney determined to find out 
just what a “clitoris” was. Also, he wanted to know what she meant when Bonnie said she had 
“the curse.” There were other things too-“diaphragm” and “going down” and “stiffing a waiter”
and a girl’s “not being ready yet” when making love with a man.

Several times Sidney heard his mother say, “Shhh, remember Sidney.” But each time 
Sidney pretended he was engrossed in watching television and Bonnie would say, “Oh, he’s 
probably heard all of it anyway. Most kids are shooting heroin at his age.”

Well, she should know, Sidney thought. She’d spent the afternoon sucking on his wanger. 
Several times, too, Sidney would stare at Bonnie’s mouth (when he wasn’t trying to peek up 
his mother’s dress) and remember the way her lips looked wrapped around his cock. Her 
mouth was really beautiful and it seemed almost unbelievable that his prick had been going in
and out of that beautiful mouth just a few hours ago.

Finally, it was getting pretty late and Mimsy said, “Young man, I think it’s about time for 
you to go to bed. School tomorrow, you know.”

“Yes, Mother,” he said. “But can I just watch the end of this?” It was some stupid spy story 
he didn’t care about, but he was stalling for time.

“All right, but just fifteen minutes more and to bed you go,” his mother said. She 
stretched, her big tits so tight inside her blouse Sidney could see her nipples perfectly. Jesus, 
no wonder all the men customers at Rudy’s wanted to get inside the-waitresses’ pants, he 
thought. Wearing outfits like that would make any man want to fuck a girl.

“I don’t know about you, Bonnie,” his mother said, “but I’m going to take a nice warm bath
and get to sleep. I’m beat.”

Sidney noticed that his mother’s voice sounded slightly slurred from the drinks and he was
glad to see her staggering a little as she headed for the bathroom.

“You’re not going to eat?” Bonnie called after her.

“Nope,” she called back. “The idea of food right now is revolting. Absolutely revolting. 
Gonna take a bash in the tub and get some shleep.”

“Well, I guess I’ll go to bed, too,” Bonnie called. “See you in the morning.” She stood up 
and started for her bedroom. As she walked by Sidney, she said, “Remember, my little lover, 
you may be a cocksman but your lips are sealed. One little peep out of you and I’ll break your 
neck.” Bonnie’s drinks were beginning to show on her too.

“My lips are sealed,” Sidney said, grinning. He liked her calling him a cocksman. He wished 
the girls at school talked like Bonnie and his mother. Bonnie closed the door to her room and 
Sidney could hear his mother running the water for her bath. He stared at the television and 
wondered if his mother was naked yet. His plan was to stall as long as possible-until his 
mother had finished her bath and gone to bed.

The spy movie got pretty good after a while and it wasn’t until it was completely over that 
Sidney realized he’d been up well over fifteen minutes-maybe even half an hour. The light still 
showed under the bathroom door and his mother hadn’t come out. He flicked off the 
television set and went down the hall to the bathroom.

“Mother?” he called.

There was no answer. Not even a sound. He called again and when his mother didn’t 
answer he opened the door just a crack and called a third time. Finally, he peeked in and saw 
that his mother had fallen asleep in the tub. Her head was propped up against the white 
porcelain and he could see her big titties with the big coral nipples floating on the water. His 
heart beat faster against his chest as he slipped in and stared down at her naked and asleep in
the tub. To his surprise, she had shaved the hair around her cunt and he could see the top of 
her pussy. He wished that she were so sound asleep that he could run his hands all over her 
body, but he guessed she would just wake up if he did, so he just stood there staring at her 
while his cock got hard inside his pants. Things were working out perfectly! If he could get her
into bed naked then maybe she was drunk enough so that he could-the thought was too 
exciting to consider. He would have to wait and play it by ear. Right now, he would have to 
wake her and get her dried off.

He touched her shoulder, timidly at first, then bolder. “Mom … Mom … wake up, Mom … 
you fell asleep in the tub. You better get out and go to bed, Mom.”

Mimsy Tuttle stirred, then blinked her eyes and covered her breasts. “Sidney,” she slurred. 
“What-what are you doing in here?”

“You fell asleep, Mom. Come on. I’ll help you get dried and into bed.”

Mimsy Tuttle didn’t seem the least aware that she was naked as she permitted her son to 
help her from the water. She stood there dripping water and telling Sidney what a considerate
son he was while Sidney feasted his eyes on his mother’s firm, naked flesh. He toweled her 
back and, to his surprise, she even let him dry her tits. Finally, she said, “You better go on to 
bed, honey. I’ll be all right now. Go ahead.”

Sidney watched her sit on the toilet seat and dry between her legs, carefully dabbing at 
her hairless snatch, before he went into his bedroom and undressed. He got into bed and lay 
waiting, his heart thudding so hard he thought it might wake Bonnie down the hall. Finally, his
mother staggered in and crawled in her big bed, stark naked. God, what a body she had! 
Sidney thought. Like a Miss America or a Miss Universe! No wonder all the men at Rudy’s 
wanted to fuck her!

He waited a few minutes until he was fairly certain she was asleep or nearly asleep. Then 
he tiptoed across the room and sat down very quietly on the bed. No reaction. Good. He lifted
the covers, slipped in beside her and cuddled up beside her. She was on her side, facing the 
opposite wall, and as he fitted himself to her she groaned and stirred slightly but made no 
move to elude him. He slipped out of his underpants then and began rubbing her back gently.
“Ummm,” she sighed, and Sidney grew bolder, rubbing down as far as the small of her back. 
His cock lay erect and flat against her buttocks and he began running his hand exploringly 
over the swell of her hip and outer thigh and finally the cheeks of her ass.

When she didn’t resist him, he ran his hand up and began stroking her breasts. Without 
warning, she suddenly turned over and faced him and draped her arm over his shoulder. Her 
free hand made contact with his stiff pecker and grasped it. “So tired,” she moaned. “Too 
much to drink, Jimmy … I’m sooo tired … Jesus, you’re nice and hard, Jimmy … but I’m soooo 
tired,” she muttered.

Sidney lay very still, wondering what to do. His mother obviously thought he was one of 
her boyfriends, Jimmy Cartwright. In her stupor, she was holding his hard-on and now Sidney 
had no idea as to how to proceed. Finally, he gambled. He lowered his head and kissed her 
breast. Then he encircled her nipple with his lips and began softly sucking while he massaged 
her hip. Her hand fastened more tightly on his penis and he sucked harder, nursing on both of
her titties. She moaned, but he couldn’t tell whether she was becoming excited or vaguely 
annoyed. He decided to vary his approach. Lifting his head from her breasts, he kissed her lips,
her eyes, her cheeks. To his surprise, she cuddled up closer to him and began fondling his 
testicles while she moaned and kissed his cheek passionately.

“Sidney … remember what I said … never go with strangers … no matter what … no 
strangers.”

Her hands were rubbing his balls and suddenly Sidney realized what had happened. In her 
semi-drunken state, his mother did not know exactly who he was. At first she had taken him 
for her boyfriend, Jimmy, but now she had been transported back in time and he was her little 
boy, Sidney. He had almost forgotten it but years ago, when he had been four or five perhaps,
he had slept with his mother often and she had warned him repeatedly about talking to 
strangers.

She had told him never to accept candy from strangers or get in their cars or have 
anything to do with them, and to drive home her point she had squeezed his testicles so that 
they hurt a little and told him that “strangers” would squeeze his testicles very hard if he didn’t
obey her and have nothing to do with these strange perverted men. God, he had completely 
forgotten this-it seemed so long ago-but, yes, his mother had pinched his balls as she kissed 
him and told him strangers would pinch his balls off if he didn’t stay away from them. And 
now he was her little boy again and her hands were fondling his nuts and warning him about 
the strangers. How many nightmares had he had about strangers pinching his balls, the 
excruciating pain administered by weird, perverted freaks as a result of his mother’s painful 
warnings? Yes, warnings, because now he remembered she had squeezed his balls more than 
once. Strangers … strangers will hurt you like this … never go with strangers.

It was eerie going back in time now and reliving the fear and pain of this early experience 
that he had forgotten and buried so deep in his memory. Maybe he had purposely forgotten 
it. He did not know. He did know one thing. He wanted to make his mother bridge the time 
gap and think he was Jimmy Cartwright, her boyfriend, and not Sidney Tuttle, her son. He did 
not want his nuts squeezed by his mother or anybody else. That was for sure.

Very deftly, he lifted her hand from his testicles to his erection again and whispered in as 
masculine a voice as possible: “Sorry you’re tired, honey. I love you, baby … love you….”

His mother squeezed and stroked his hard on again. “Jimmy … oh, Jimmy … you horny 
bastard … I’m sooo beat.” Then she clamped her arm hard about his neck and planted a long 
wet kiss full on his mouth. Sidney grabbed her breasts with both hands and squeezed.

“Your pecker’s really up there, baby,” she slurred. “Ummm.”

Now Sidney nursed with a fury as his mother manipulated his rigid shaft. He drew each of 
her nipples deep into his mouth and finally inched his hand to her shaved cunt. He kept on 
sucking her breasts and lifted her leg over his hip so he could rub the full length of her pussy. 
It was getting nice and wet and he wanted to lick it but he decided not to risk jarring from her 
trance or whatever it was that she was in. He settled for just rubbing her pussy, making it 
wetter and wetter while he sucked on her tits and she jacked his prick.

He wondered if he should turn her over on her back and stick his cock inside her now or 
wait a while longer. He was afraid she might suddenly come to and realize she was playing 
with her son’s prick and not Jimmy Cartwright’s. That would not be such a good idea. He 
pondered this dilemma for a full minute before his mother solved the problem for him. She 
shoved her pelvis at him and began rubbing the head of his prick up and down her dripping 
cunt. “Ummm … nice and hard, baby … nice beautiful hard-on … stick me, baby … fuck … fuck 
me.”

Sidney had his hands on her ass now, helping her guide his prick, and he was kissing her 
neck and ears. He made a move to push her over on her back so he could stick his cock inside 
her cunt and fuck her, at last fuck her, fuck her, feel his cock inside a hot pussy, all the way 
inside a hot pussy, his mother’s pussy, but she resisted him a little and began rubbing the 
head of his prong against the top of her pussy. He didn’t understand this. She had said to fuck
her and now she wasn’t even trying to stick his thing inside her hole but was rubbing it hard 
against the top of her hole.

“Ummm, feels good against my clit, Jimmy,” she moaned. “Like your cock against my li’l clit

… ummm … yeah, baby.”

For a moment, Sidney was puzzled. But then he remembered the conversation between 
Bonnie and his mother and the word clitoris. Clitoris. Clit. So that was it. He ran his hand past 
his mother’s and felt the spot where she was applying pressure. There was a bump there, a 
nub of flesh. That was probably her clit, he decided, and it must be a special and sensitive 
place on a woman or else she wouldn’t be moaning and rubbing his prick so hard against it. 
He would have to remember this clitoris business and be sure to tickle it whenever he got the 
chance.

Still, he was anxious to get the clit satisfied as quickly as possible and get his prick inside 
the pussy where it was nice and hot. Rubbing the clit might be good for his mother but as far 
as his prick was concerned it was still out in the cold. Why the hell, he thought, couldn’t the 
clitoris be inside were it was nice and warm and everybody could be happy? That’s where it 
belonged and Sidney could not understand why Nature did some of the things it did. Fucking 
a clit was like standing outside in the snow when you could be inside the cabin by the fire.

Sidney decided to come in out of the cold and go inside the cabin. He pushed his mother 
onto her back and this time she didn’t resist. “Oh, fuck me, Jimmy,” she said. “Stick me now, 
baby!” She spread her legs wide apart and ran her hands up and down his back and buttocks. 
Sidney began poking his cock into the hot cunt and then in a second it slid all the way in.

“Ahhh,” he groaned. Yes, it was very hot and wet, even better than he had imagined it, 
even better than Bonnie’s mouth because his mother’s legs wrapped around him and her 
titties were against his chest and he could hold onto her ass while he poked into the slippery 
heat. And there was a beautiful voice in his ear, his mother’s, panting how good it felt and to 
“fuck, fuck, fuck.”

His mother’s ass in his hand was rising up from the mattress to meet his cock as it thrust 
and pretty soon he could feel pussy juice in his hand as it ran down from her hole and he kept
fucking and fucking the hot cunt of his mother that felt better than anything, anything.

She wanted him to stab her pussy really hard because she was pulling with all her might 
on his ass and yelling, “Harder, harder! Fuck me harder! Stick me! Jam it! Jam it in my cunt! Oh,
yes!”

Sidney was lost in the warmth and wonder of his mother’s cunt and he knew that he was 
going to come very soon. The trouble was, he did not know if his mother could come or, for 
that matter, if women came at all. He had never thought about whether girls came or not and 
this was one hell of a time to think about it. Should he ask her? Mom, do women come? No, 
he decided. That might give him away and ruin the whole thing. He could just see his mother 
coming to her senses and saying, “How dare you do this to your own mother? I’m going to 
spank you, young man. Never fuck me again.” No, he decided to go ahead and come and take
his chances.

As luck would have it, his mother answered his question, for at that very instant, she cried: 
“Jimmy … Jimmy … Now! Oh, baby, this is the best ever. I’m coming … coming … Now!”

Sidney was glad for this information, for already his cock was jolting and jerking and he 
could feel the familiar tingle that ran all over his body and he was coming, coming at the same
time his mother was coming even though he couldn’t imagine by what miracle a woman 
came, but this was no time for analysis, because Jesus, oh Jesus, this was better than jacking 
off or Bonnie’s mouth or anything he had ever dreamed of … whew … there … and there … 
and there … and there again and again.

Sidney lay panting in his mother’s arms and she lay panting too. After a while he took his 
prick out from between her legs and flopped onto his back. She cuddled up to him and 
mumbled appreciative, disconnected phrases for a while and then drifted off to sleep. The 
odor of whiskey was still heavy on her breath when he kissed her and returned to his own bed.
He lay there thinking that at last he had become a man. He had fucked a female and knew 
how it felt. This had been quite a day. Bonnie had sucked his prick and he had fucked his 
mom. The only thing he would change would be his mother’s knowledge that it was he and 
not boyfriend Jimmy who had done the fucking. Well, maybe that would come later. He went 
to sleep.





CHAPTER THREE


Sidney awoke with his usual morning erection, stretched, and looked across the room at his 
mother who was snoring sonorously in the double bed just a few feet away. Slowly, the 
memory of last night’s sexual encounter came to him and he knew fear. She’d been drunk, 
true, but what if she remembered? Maybe her pussy would be sore or something and she 
would put two and two together. He slinked out of bed, dressed quietly, went into the kitchen
and ate cold cereal with a sliced banana on top.

His plan was to get out of the apartment quickly. He would ride his bike as fast as he could
to school, then watch the girls as they arrived. He’d be way early for class, but anything would 
be better than facing his mother this morning, he thought.

He was gulping down cereal and looking at the cartoons on the back of the cereal box 
when Bonnie stumbled in, wearing her rumpled bath robe, and put the water on the stove for 
coffee. She didn’t look nearly as attractive in the mornings as she did in the afternoon with her
makeup on. This morning she looked terrible. She turned on the radio and the news came on. 
She made a face, then turned the volume down and stared at the flames under the coffeepot. 
She stood there, not moving, and Sidney wondered if maybe she had gone to sleep standing 
up.

“Hi, Bonnie,” Sidney said with his mouth full.

She didn’t answer.

“Morning,” he said louder. “You’re up early.”

“Hummm?”

“I said, when are we going to fuck?”

His remark seemed to jar her into semi-wakefulness. She ran her hand over her face, 
remembering. “Shut up and eat your cereal, sex maniac,” she mumbled. “Yesterday was 
yesterday. Jesus, I feel awful. Just awful.”

“You look terrific,” Sidney lied. “You could go back to bed.”

Bonnie didn’t answer. In a few minutes, Sidney’s mother came in and stood beside Bonnie, 
staring at the coffeepot. “Why is the goddam radio on so loud?” she asked the radio. When 
the radio didn’t answer she looked at Sidney for the answer. Then her eyes moved back and 
forth, as though trying to recall something. Sidney felt butterflies in his stomach. Could she 
possibly remember last night, he wondered.

“News,” he said. “The morning news.”

She nodded. “Oh.”

“Hey, it’s really early,” Sidney said. “You don’t have to be at work for hours. Why don’t you 
go back to bed?”

Mimsy Tuttle looked at Bonnie North and then Mimsy turned off the radio and shuffled off
toward her bedroom. Then, Bonnie turned off the fire under the coffeepot and went to her 
room, too. They were both sound asleep when Sidney left.

*

It was early when Sidney got to school. He put his bike in one of the wood racks, locked it 
and then went and sat on the cold cement stairway of the nearest bungalow. From this 
vantage point he could often get good looks up the girls’ dresses as they rode into the bicycle
parking area. Usually, by the time class started, there was a whole gathering of boys there, 
trying to look up the dresses of the girls who pretended they didn’t know why the boys were 
gathered there.

As the kids arrived, Sidney kept his eyes on the girls. He couldn’t understand why a veteran
cocksman such as himself would be even hornier today than he’d been yesterday. He’d always
thought that once he’d fucked a girl he’d be satisfied for a while-like after a big meal-and here
he was wanting to fuck every female that moved. What good was it to be a cocksman if you 
could never get your mind off pussy and relax for a while? Take a break? The bell rang, 
signaling the start of class, and he went to his locker to get his books. Lance Hulsey, who had 
the locker next to his, came up and said, “Jesus, I got a good look up Wanda Kreitzer’s dress a 
while ago. I’m not even sure she’s wearing any pants!”

“Very possible,” Sidney said, blase. “It’s very possible that she’s bare-assed. In fact, 
anything’s very possible. Take my word for it.” Lance was a good softball player and they 
frequently talked about sex, but Sidney wasn’t in the mood to share any of his newly acquired 
information with anybody. He was now armed with a formidable edge over his schoolmates: 
Girls were human like anybody else. Under ideal circumstances and given the proper chance 
they would fuck. Yes, fuck. They had pussies and they were prepared to use them once a male 
found the key to unlock the phony fronts they put up. Wanda Kreitzer was a perfect example. 
If it was true that she wore no panties, then she was probably trying to attract a boy 
aggressive enough to make a move. So far no boy had yet made a move and so Wanda 
Kreitzer had gone unfucked.

Sidney made a mental note to have a talk with Wanda and test his theory that every last 
one of them was like Bonnie and his mother. First, though, he wanted to work on Miss 
Bartholomew. She was single and older and since his first success had come with mature 
women (he prided himself now on the accuracy of the assumption that mature women would 
be most likely to fuck) he wanted to stick with the odds.

Yes, Miss Bartholomew would be his next target but he wasn’t going to tell Lance Hulsey 
anything. Not doodly-shit. Why should he? Let them find out for themselves the hard way. Let 
them get caught jacking off in the living room and get scared half to death. Let them run to 
the bathroom with their pants down around their ankles and go through the kind of 
interrogation he’d undergone by a female who was just dying to suck his cock but wouldn’t 
say so until he’d outwitted her with the story of a rash on his penis. The Rash Incident, he’d 
titled his experience.

Yes, let each and every one of them suffer the horror and fear and guilt of a Rash Incident 
as he, Sidney Tuttle, had done. If they passed the test, then they would be entitled to fuck. 
Until then, they were strictly on their own and would have to settle for peeks up girls’ dresses. 
Ha! Too bad. Young would-be warriors had to prove their bravery and prowess in some way 
before they were accepted as men, didn’t they? Yes. Meanwhile, good luck and good hunting, 
gang. You too, Lance Hulsey.

En route to the classroom Sidney stopped for a drink from the drinking fountain. Lance 
was still tagging along. “I tell you Wanda Kreitzer isn’t wearing any pants,” Lance was saying, 
“and all you say is ‘very possible.’ Are you crazy, Sidney? Wanda isn’t wearing any pants! 
Nothing!”

“Grow up, Lance,” Sidney said. “You’re not even sure. Besides, what do you want me to do 
about it?” He was getting annoyed.

Lance was still blubbering about Wanda Kreitzer and Sidney was still ignoring him when 
they entered their classroom and the final bell sounded. Sidney took his seat at the rear of the
room and looked attentively at Miss Bartholomew. She looked better than usual today. 
Tweedy, as usual, but her hips seemed more inviting and even her breasts under the sheer 
white material of her blouse seemed to have gained contour overnight. Ha, Sidney thought. I 
can see right through you. Get a few drinks in you, Miss Bartholomew, and you’re a born 
cocksucker-the best piece of ass ever to wiggle down the halls of this school. Sidney, the 
cocksman, watched his teacher’s body jiggle all over as she vigorously wrote the study 
schedule in chalk on the blackboard. When she turned to greet the class good morning, 
Sidney studied her precise enunciation and the pursing of her lips. In a way, she reminded him
of Bonnie and he thought, You’re all the same. Get a few drinks in you and you’re all the same.
Baby, you don’t have to pretend any longer. Sidney knows all.

After the pledge of allegiance to the flag, the class again sat down and everyone opened 
their textbooks while Miss Bartholomew read. Then she called on individual students to read 
one at a time. Sidney didn’t pay much attention to the lesson and when the recess bell rang 
he lingered behind. Miss Bartholomew and Sidney were alone in the room and she sat behind 
her desk, wearing her horn-rimmed glasses and looking over some papers. Sidney stood 
beside her desk, his head tilted slightly to one side, his hand in his pocket and his hip cocked 
casually. He wondered whether he should reach out and remove her glasses, make some bold 
gesture to get her attention and let her know he wasn’t just some kid student, that he 
understood her and she didn’t have to pretend and hide her true sexual feeling anymore. He 
decided against this, though. Why not let her make the first move?

“You look pretty sharp there today, Miss Bartholomew,” he said.

She looked up and removed her glasses, squinting. “Why, thank you, Sidney,” she said. 
“That’s very nice of you to say so. Aren’t you going out with the others for recess?”

“In a minute,” he said. “I thought I’d stay behind and have a little chat.”

“Chat? Fine. Just what would you-uh-care to chat about?”

Sidney chuckled. Without a doubt Miss Bartholomew had the best front he had ever seen. 
She was a master of deception. “Oh, nothing in particular,” he said. “I was just thinking that 
you’ve been my teacher for quite a while now and I’ve never really talked to you. I’ve learned a
lot in this class but I really don’t know you.” Sidney stared at her closely, watching for telltale 
signs. He made a point to drop his gaze to her titties. They weren’t very big but he wanted to 
let her know what was on his mind.

She smiled. “That’s a very perceptive thing for you to say, Sidney,” she said. “Very 
observant. It is true that a teacher never really gets to know her students and I think it’s very 
considerate of you to bring the matter up. Sit down, Sidney. Please sit down, won’t you?” 
Sidney did. Here it comes, he thought. Now it’s only a matter of when and where. Let the 
others play baseball and all that crap outside. He was making out.

“I was lying on the couch just last night thinking about this very thing,” she went on. “I live 
alone, you know, and so I’m seldom distracted in my thoughts, and I got to thinking about 
how many students I try to impart knowledge to but know so little about. Actually, it’s a 
shame. A crime, really. In fact, I was seriously trying to think up some outside activities 
whereby I might get to know my students better. There are lots of things to do. Really, the 
possibilities are infinite.”

“I know,” Sidney said. “That’s why I stayed after class. I was thinking the same thing.” This 
broad doesn’t waste any time, Sidney thought. She moves even faster than Bonnie!

“What do you think about Saturday mornings?” Miss Bartholomew asked.

“Good,” Sidney agreed, staring at her tits. “Or any evening.”

“Evenings would be all right too,” she said. “What time?” Sidney asked.

“I haven’t decided yet, but it’s something to think about.”

Now she was playing games-female games, Sidney thought. “The sooner the better,” he 
said. “How about tonight?”

“Tonight? Oh, my, you don’t believe in wasting any time, do you, Sidney? I’m afraid that’s a
little short notice. There are parents to consider.”

“Parents?” What did parents have to do with it, he thought. He pondered this. Then he 
realized what she meant. Miss Bartholomew was a very smooth operator. She had to be. If his 
mother, for instance, found out that he was over at her house screwing her, his mother might 
raise hell with the principal and she could end up losing her job. She would have to play it safe
and he would have to go along with her because she was the one taking the risk. “Yeah, you’re
right,” Sidney said. “Naturally, we have to worry about parents.”

“Of course,” she said, putting her glasses back on. “You know, you’re a very thoughtful and
considerate boy, Sidney. Even more mature than I’d already suspected. Naturally, I’ve always 
been impressed with your achievement level in your studies, but your insight into this matter 
of teacher-student relations is-well, most impressive. Tell me, do you still play much chess?”

Sidney wished she wouldn’t change the subject, but he guessed that females were always 
talking about one thing and then another. “Not as much as I used to,” he said. In March, he 
had won the school chess tournament and then gone on to win the City Finals, too. The 
school had then financed his trip to Sacramento to play in the Statewide Chess finals but he 
had only come in second. He’d been overconfident and moved too hastily in the King’s 
Gambit. “Now I’m more interested in girls,” he added, leering a little.

Miss Bartholomew laughed. “Yes, I suppose you are at that age now, aren’t you, Sidney?” 
she said. Although Sidney did not know it, Judith Bartholomew was studying this precocious 
and considerate and insightful student of hers and thinking: This boy is the product of a 
broken home. His mother is divorced and his records show that she works, of all things, as a 
cocktail waitress! This boy who is so thoughtful and attentive in class is actually taking time 
out from his recess to discuss precisely what she had been thinking of Yes, there was no 
reason why the sixth grade couldn’t meet on a Saturday or an evening now and then for 
extracurricular activities. Her good friend and colleague who taught the fifth grade took her 
students ice skating, on tours of museums and factories and dairies, even hiking to study 
nature! Certainly if Miss Renslow of the fifth grade could take her class on these outings, then 
she, Judith Bartholomew, could spare the time to do the same. And now this fine boy was 
willing to give up an evening to get the ball rolling! Sidney Tuttle showed evidence of 
leadership. Perhaps she could even make him head of the committee on outside affairs.

“I’ll tell you what, Sidney,” she said. “If you’re willing to spend an evening of your valuable 
time on this matter, so am I. As a matter-of-fact, Miss Renslow is dropping by this evening for 
tea. You could join us, providing your mother approves of course. Miss Renslow is an expert 
on outside affairs. What do you say?”

“Fine,” Sidney said. So Miss Renslow was fucking students, too, he thought. He didn’t 
understand why the tea instead of liquor and he didn’t understand why Miss Bartholomew 
was bringing Miss Renslow into the act, but maybe she had some kind of orgy in mind.

“Here,” Miss Bartholomew said. She handed him the piece of paper with her address on it. 
“See you about seven?”

Sidney winked just as the bell ending recess sounded. He swaggered to his seat, sat down 
and waited, grinning, for the other “kids” to come back in. At seven tonight Sidney would 
strike again.

*

Rudy’s Bar and Restaurant was its usual madhouse during the lunch hour. Businessmen, 
who were the nucleus of Rudy’s clientele, sat talking animatedly in the leather booths and at 
the long bar of the dimly lit, air-conditioned room. At the front entrance, others waited to be 
seated. The primarily male patrons conversing made a steady hum, like the sound of bees, and
there was the clink of silverware and the buzz of the blender behind the bar. Mimsy Tuttle 
raced to the station at the bar where the waitresses ordered drinks and stood beside Bonnie 
who departed, without even a glance, carrying a tray full of drinks.

“Two daiquiris rocks; two Scotch, one tall with water, one with soda; margaritas a deuce, 
and a double bourbon and ginger,” she called. She waited nervously for the bartender to fill 
her order and drummed her fingers on the chrome partition. Between running to the kitchen 
for food orders and the bar for drink orders, she was certain she would go crazy any second. 
She had a headache from last night’s drinks and her head throbbed painfully. Also, for some 
inexplicable reason, she felt a vague soreness in her vagina, as though Ralph (one of her more 
sizeable boyfriends) had indulged himself in one of his marathon fucks. If only the lunch hour 
would end, she was thinking, when one of the busboys told her that Rudy wanted to see her 
in his office.

“Christ!” she said to Bonnie who was standing beside her again. “During the lunch hour 
rush? Is he crazy? Doesn’t he realize his customers have to be served, and why isn’t he 
greeting people at the door?”

“It’s your day in the barrel,” Bonnie said, shaking her head.

Mimsy placed her drink order on the tray and went to serve her drinks. Then she went 
down the back hallway to Rudy’s office, calming herself as she went. She knocked softly and 
Rudy Hefflinger’s deep voice said, “Come in.”

She entered and sat without speaking in the big soft chair to the left of Rudy’s desk. 
Rudy’s calling for his waitresses at unpredictable moments was a ritual. Girls who didn’t 
answer his summons were fired. Those who did his bidding remained. He was a sandy-haired, 
ruddy-faced short man who was getting paunchy in his mid-forties and who might have been 
good-looking except for a sort of demonic gleam in his pale blue eyes and a tendency to 
drool from the corners of his thin-lipped mouth. He had never been married and he spoke 
with just a hint of a German accent. He was often impotent and his ability to achieve or not 
achieve an erection dictated the kind of sexual service he required of whichever girl he’d 
selected for the day. Fuck or suck. A girl never knew which. Today, Mimsy Tuttle did not feel 
up to fucking.

“I am sorry to bother you when I know you are very busy, my pet,” he said, his arm already 
moving as he fondled his genitals behind the desk. Mimsy couldn’t see whether he had a 
hard-on or not.

“That’s all right, Rudy,” Mimsy lied. Actually, Rudy’s bizarre sexual habits amused her, 
sometimes even excited her because of their sex slave/master aspect, but today she had a 
hangover and there were so many customers outside to serve.

“Ah, such beautiful and shiny dark hair you have, Mimsy,” he said, his hand still moving out
of her view. “That blouse, please?”

Slowly Mimsy unbuttoned her blouse, removed it, then unclasped her bra and let her bare 
breasts hang free. She inhaled deeply and jiggled her shoulders so that her tits moved 
tantalizingly for Rudy’s inspection. He sighed, then grunted as saliva appeared at the corners 
of his mouth. “Mimsy … you are my favorite … you know that … don’t you?”

“I hope so, Rudy,” Mimsy purred, anxious to please her boss. “Do you want the legs up 
now?”

“Yes … yes, my dear … the legs up on the arms of the chair now … that would be nice … 
yes….”

Mimsy raised her skirt, spread her long, well contoured legs wide apart and hooked her 
heels on either side of the chair. She left her shoes on, just the way Rudy liked it, and 
displayed her crotch as she smiled beckoningly and ran the pink tip of her tongue around the 
rim of her mouth. Rudy grunted louder and his hand moved faster on his prick. “You’re 
wearing white panties today, Mimsy … yes, I can see the beautiful hair of your pussy right 
through them … beautiful … delicious.” Rudy Hefflinger was drooling now and he beat his 
meat harder, harder.

“Do you want me to pull the crotch of my panties to one side so you can look at my pussy 
now?”

“Yes,” Rudy said. “Pull them to the side … the bare cunt … the pussy lips … I want to see 
them … yes.”

Mimsy gathered the silken material in her fingers and pulled, exposing her snatch for Rudy
to gaze at while he jacked his prick. She always felt a tinge of pleasure watching the 
expression on his face as he stared at her pleasure hole between her legs. Even today, with a 
hangover, it gave her a feeling of power to know that the slit between her legs was something
precious to her boss. To him it was a treasure into which he stuck his organ-when he was 
able-or licked when his cock could not get hard. Mimsy stared down at her own vagina now 
admiringly, studied its pink vertical line and the remnants of dark cunt hair lining the crease 
even though she had shaved at Rudy’s request.

“My cunt is watching you, Rudy,” she said, getting in the mood now. “My hot pussy is 
getting all wet inside and thinking about your cock.”

“Yes … wet pussy … cock … pussy … slit … cunt,” Rudy panted, flailing away. He scooted his 
chair out from behind his desk now so that she could watch him masturbate. His erection was 
not complete and it was still too early to tell whether he would choose to fuck her cunt or lick 
it. His face was flushed and perspiration appeared on his high forehead. “Watch my prick!” he 
commanded. “Stare at my prick with those beautiful eyes while I stare at your cunt … your 
cunt … umm … pussy.”

“Shall I spread the lips now-spread my pussy lips so you can see into my twat a little, 
Rudy?” Mimsy said, pushing against the inside of her knees with her hands so that she was 
straddling the chair even more. She was really getting into the festivities now. Rudy’s thick, 
uncircumcised member was pleasant to gaze at even when it wasn’t altogether stiff and his 
balls were good-sized too. Keeping her pussy lips parted with two fingers of one hand, she 
reached up with the other hand and began cupping and massaging her tittie. Rudy liked that, 
she knew. Then she did the other thing that excited him. She parted the cheeks of her ass 
slightly so that he could view the eye of her rectum. At the same time, she raised her butt up 
from the cool leather of the chair and pumped her pelvis at this masturbating voyeur to 
simulate fucking.

She had done most of the things her boss liked visually and now she added the verbal 
part. “Rudy, honey, take your pants off, huh?” she pleaded. “I want to see all of you-all of your 
big hairy balls and-and just everything.” She squealed like a burlesque dancer. “Please, honey?
Please? Do you want me to fingerfuck myself a little? Run my finger up and down so you can 
see it getting all juicy and play with my little clit? Do you want me to fuck myself while I watch 
your yummy cock? Huh, Rudy? Huh?”

“Yes … yes….” Rudy said. “Do that … all those things.” He dropped his pants to his ankles 
without barely missing a beat on his lazy erection.

Mimsy went on pumping her hips and tickling her twat with her finger. She felt a little 
awkward wearing a garter belt and hose but Rudy like to see the tops of her hosiery against 
her white thighs and so she didn’t wear full panty hose but only regular hose because it 
turned him on, made his cock stand up straight and stiff if anything were possible to get it all 
the way up. Today, she still couldn’t be sure that his cock would make the grade but it was a 
nice prick to look at anyway and she was giving him the full treatment despite her goddam 
hangover.

“Yummy cock,” she said. “Yummy, yummy cock. Want me to kiss it and tickle it with my 
tongue and suck on it until you make up your mind what you want to do, Rudy honey?”

“Maybe,” he gasped. “Not yet though. Keep doing that with your finger for a while 
and-and let me see your asshole and keep on watching my prick. For a-a while more … pussy 
… cunt … ass … titties … fuck, fuck, fuck.” He grunted as he jacked off, repeating his favorite 
words over and over again. “Talk to me some more, Mimsy. Make fuck talk and really mean it 
… fuck talk.”

Mimsy pumped her ass and cooed. “Umm, Rudy. You know I love being in here with you 
all alone with the door locked so nobody can see us. We can do anything we want and 
nobody can see us or hear us while we fuck or suck or whatever my baby wants to do and we 
can say all the nice words we like to hear and say to each other and you can stare at my 
pussy-cunt and I can peek at my sweetheart’s cock-prick … fuck, fuck, jack off, baby, oh, keep 
jacking that big rod off, sugar, and let Mama watch it before she begins getting so excited she
can’t just sit here any longer but has to crawl over on her hands and knees and take that 
luscious thing in her mouth and suck and suck and suck … drain it dry and let it spurt in 
Mama’s mouth until it feels so good, so goooooood, ummm, yes, better than anything, Rudy 
darling, whatever my Rudy wants Mama will do, anything, anything, anything. You want me to 
sit on top of you and fuck you? You want me to crawl over and lick your nuts and your cock? 
You want Mama to take it in the rear, honey? Tell Mama what to do and she’ll do it, honey. 
You know Mama will do anything for your yummy prick-cock, don’t you? Ummm, yes you 
know that, ‘cause I can see it getting nice and hard. Oh, yes, you’re driving me crazy with your 
big sweet prong.” Rudy’s penis was hard now and Mimsy’s voice rose like that of an 
auctioneer’s-“that delicious and sweet rod that makes Mama so happy in her cunt-pussy … 
Rudy, Rudy, Rudy!” Rudy’s prick stood at full attention now in response to Mimsy’s artful 
prompting and she knew that it was the time for decision. When Rudy could not attain an 
erection she, naturally, sucked him off-usually while he watched sitting in his chair as she 
crouched before him on her knees and let him play with her breasts-but sometimes, too, he 
elected for her to give him a blow job even though he had a bursting hard-on (just as he had 
right now) simply because the idea pleased him. Usually, though, when his prick got this hard 
Rudy preferred to fuck. He would sit her on his desk and, standing up, fuck her while he 
watched the slurping exit and entrance of his stiff organ until he got bug-eyed and came and 
then, panting and weak, collapsed in a pile on the rug.

At other times, he would stand up behind her while she propped herself up with both 
hands on the chair and fuck her either in her ass or her pussy, depending on his mood. Only 
twice had he laid her conventionally on her back on the thick shag rug. In a moment, she 
would find out what Rudy had decided. It was ironic in a way. Here he was-a restaurant 
owner-and he could select from the menu of his waitresses the dish he wanted, how he 
wanted it prepared and seasoned and the position and manner of his feast. Mimsy 
understood, respected and, most of all, responded to this power Rudy Hefflinger wielded, 
reaping a perverse pleasure in functioning as his plaything, his tool.

Suddenly, this very instant, she experienced a weird memory. She seemed vaguely to recall
fondling an erection while lying in bed, and then the erection was plunging into her while she 
pumped in response to the urging of a rather high-pitched voice. Had it been a dream? Had 
she been drunk? She seemed to recall saying the name “Jimmy, Jimmy” but she had the 
feeling it had not been Jimmy thrusting his hips and stabbing her vagina until she climaxed, 
that it had been somebody else. She sensed it was someone she knew, but it had not been 
Jimmy. Or had it? She remembered the last time with Jimmy. They’d slept together lots of 
times, and she had fucked with Ralph lots, too, but somehow this was different. It was like the 
times she had felt she had been somewhere before but could not pinpoint when or where. For
a brief instant the image of her son, Sidney, flashed in her mind’s eye but she immediately 
dismissed this as impossible and crazy and attributed the vision to her hangover and 
headache and fatigue … yet all this imagination or memory or both or whatever it was had 
come to her suddenly and unexpectedly and without reason at the sight of Rudy Hefflinger’s 
hard-on pointing at her now.

“What will it be, my love?” Mimsy asked. “My baby has a nice big dripping hard-on and he 
can do whatever he wants to Mimsy, can’t he? What do you want, Rudy?”

Despite his erection-a very good erection for Rudy-he surprised Mimsy by electing to suck.
Of course, sucking could be merely a prelude to fucking as it sometimes was, but usually when
Rudy wanted to fuck he just fucked. Usually he was so delighted to get his penis up he began 
sticking it in as matter-of-factly as a mailman dropping a letter in a mailbox. But today Rudy 
had run his finger down the menu of his mind and selected, apparently, sucking for his main 
course. “Come here, my pet, and lick,” Rudy said. “Suck it … suck … suck.”

Mimsy slipped out of her skirt so that she was completely naked, except for her shoes, and
crawled on all fours to Rudy. He took her face in his palms for a moment, then grabbed his 
cock and began feeding it slowly into her mouth. He withdrew it now and then to watch her 
tongue dart about its purplish-brown head and, occasionally, directed her to lap his balls. 
Mimsy complied, letting him use her mouth as he wished and responding to his tugging and 
pushing of his hands against her neck and head and throat. “More sounds,” he commanded. “I
want to hear more of the sucking sounds.”

Mimsy again complied, letting the saliva collect in her mouth and smacking her lips loudly 
as she drew his rigid shaft in and out of her mouth. This satisfied Rudy for a while and he 
groaned about her skill and expressed his pleasure in hissing “S” sounds that betrayed his 
German ancestry. “Sssuck,” he would say, and, “Ssso good, Mimsssy. Yesss, sssuck, Mimssy.” 
Finally, he stopped her with his hands and announced that he would suck her pussy. “Into the 
chair with legsss up on the armsss,” he said. “Rudy will suck your pussssy now.”

Mimsy returned to her original position in the chair and held the lips of her vagina apart 
while Rudy stared into her honey chasm and jacked his saliva-wet gristle hunk for a while. 
Then, like a gourmet, he lowered his head and began sniffing at Mimsy’s wet slit. “Ummm, 
such bouquet!” he exclaimed. “Such fragrance!” Rudy fancied himself a connoisseur in the 
cuntlicking department, and not without good reason.

In the past, when Mimsy was certain that he intended to suck her pussy and not just fuck, 
she had found herself tingling with eager anticipation for his anteater-like tongue to enter 
and bathe and wash her genitals in reverent fury. Rudy seemed instinctively to know all the 
special and sensitive places of a vagina to stimulate and exert pressure against. A girl could 
rest assured that Rudy would leave no area of her twat unsucked and, most important, never 
neglect to conclude his munching between her legs with a delicious clitoral orgasm. His 
technique was like nothing Mimsy had ever experienced. First, he assaulted the outer and 
inner lips of her cunt by drawing them deep into his mouth, sucking on them as though they 
were nipples (this after licking all over her tummy, inner thighs, buttocks and rectum). Then he
inserted his lengthy tongue as far as it would go into the vaginal channel itself and probed 
and tantalized places Mimsy had never thought of as sensitive before. But if there was a single
nook or cranny within a cunt that felt good when stimulated, Rudy Hefflinger knew its 
whereabouts and just the right amount of pressure to apply in order to send a woman into 
sexual orbit and have her screaming and climbing the walls and tearing at his back with her 
fingernails!

So now Mimsy was screaming in the soundproof room (thank God he had soundproofed it
or the patrons would have thought there was a torture chamber somewhere) and she was 
raking Rudy’s back with her nails as the beast snorted and gobbled at her love hole. Abruptly 
he ceased his tonguing and stood up. Mimsy stared up at him, surprised, unfulfilled. His 
cunt-wet face was so drenched it was impossible to distinguish his drool from her love juice. 
“What, Rudy?” she panted. “What is it?”

He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, then thumped his chest. “Today we will do 
both,” he announced. “Today Rudy will fuck as well as suck!”

This was not like Rudy and Mimsy was totally unprepared for his radical departure from his
customary format. Still, Rudy was the boss and if he thought he could bring it off, good luck, 
she thought. She kept her heels over the arms of the chair and encircled his buttocks in her 
arms as he moved into fucking position. The posture he assumed did not appear very 
comfortable, but she wasn’t going to argue with him. His cock stood starch-stiff and valiant 
and eager, and that in itself was something out of the ordinary at this juncture so Mimsy 
played the role of waiting receptacle as he wiped his rod up and down her gushing entrance 
and prepared for the insertion. Then it came-a slick stroke right where she lived-and Rudy was
huffing and puffing as he fucked. “Mimsy … yes … yes. Rudy loves your puss … Rudy loves to 
fuck it and taste it.”

He was clutching her ass hard and driving his rock-hard member with a fury she had never
dreamed him capable of. Her cunt was slightly sore but the discomfort soon vanished and was
replaced with mounting pleasure as Rudy began working on her clit with one hand as he 
speared her twat and nursed on her tits. She began experiencing the beginnings of orgasm-a 
nice, deep one-as the piston-like prick awakened her sleeping nerves ‘way back within the 
dark recesses of her cave, her womb, ‘way back far and within-far, far back-very far, and then 
the deeper spasming started, the very, very best kind of spasms and she was grunting 
trance-like and near losing consciousness as the velvet sledge hammer whammed softly 
against the inside of her tailbone and pelvis, slamming back and forth, faster, faster … her 
clenched hands clenched tighter still and she pressed her fists into her cheeks, bracing herself 
against the mounting and unspeakable pleasure that she feared she could, not bear, endure, 
but she did bear and endure it and more, more, yes, more. Then her own lungs were 
screaming the words in a far-away voice she barely recognized as her own: “More! More! Yes! 
More! Yes! More! More!”

When she regained consciousness, Rudy was shaking her. “Mimsy, wake up. What’s the 
matter, Mimsy? Wake up now, my pet. Oh, God … thank God, your eyes are open. I was afraid. 
You passed out, Mimsy, but now you’re awake!” Rudy took her legs from the arms of the chair 
and put her feet on the floor. Then he began hugging and kissing her. “Mimsy, Mimsy, you are
wonderful. You are a goddess. I have never experienced such an orgasm in my life. It was

… it was like dying a little … no, being born … oh, I don’t know … I only know that it was 
wonderful … wunderbar!”

Mimsy Tuttle blinked, focusing on Rudy Hefflinger with difficulty.

“You will work no more today,” he said, pulling up his pants. “My goddess will rest until it is
time for her to return home.”

“Thank you,” Mimsy said, closing her eyes and curling up. She was so tired, so tired.

“No more work for you today, Mimsy. You sleep, my pet. Don’t worry about the customers.
Just sleep until I wake you.”

Mimsy did not hear Rudy. She was sound asleep already.





CHAPTER FOUR


In the bathroom, Sidney splashed on aftershave lotion from a manly looking bottle one of his 
mother’s boyfriends must have left behind and admired himself in the mirror. Then he put on 
his best windbreaker and went into the living room. Bonnie was home but his mother hadn’t 
arrived yet. He guessed his mother had probably stayed at Rudy’s for a few drinks again. 
Situation normal.

“Where are you going?” Bonnie asked. She was reclining in the big chair, her legs on the 
ottoman, filing her nails.

“Out,” he said.

“To play chess?”

“No. I’m just going to horse around.” If she only knew.

“Did you eat?”

“I had a sandwich.”

“You should eat more than that.” She wrinkled her nose, sniffing. “Jesus, did you fall in 
your mother’s perfume bottle or something?”

“It’s aftershave lotion. Somebody’s boyfriend left it behind so I put some on.”

“Oh, yeah, it’s Vince’s,” Bonnie said. “You put on aftershave lotion just to go out and horse 
around?”

“Uh-huh,” Sidney said noncommittally. He wasn’t telling Bonnie anything.

“Okay, go on and go,” she said. “The smell is overpowering. Be home early, though. Your 
mother doesn’t like you out late.”

“I will,” Sidney said and left.

It was a nice evening. Cool. Miss Bartholomew’s place wasn’t far away and Sidney made 
good time on his bike. He reached her house at a little after seven and stashed his bike on the
porch. Judith Bartholomew’s place was the kind of place you’d expect a schoolteacher to live 
in. It was a sort of “cottage”-small and white with tree roses lining the walk to the front door. 
There was a birdbath and ivy instead of grass. What a front! Sidney thought, shaking his head 
as he pushed the doorbell. He listened to chimes play a little song within and in a moment 
Miss Bartholomew opened the door. To his surprise, she wore faded blue denims (very 
tight-fitting) and a pale blue sweatshirt. Her light-brown hair was about her shoulders instead 
of up in a bun the way she wore it at school, and she was wearing those very fluffy kind of 
slippers.

“You’re right on time, Sidney,” she said. “Come on in. What’s the matter? Oh!” she laughed,
looking down at herself. “I guess I don’t look the way you’re used to seeing me. I usually just 
bum around the place in casual attire. I won’t bite you. Come in.”

Sidney stepped inside and she led him to the sofa. He sat down. “I’m sorry, but Miss 
Renslow called to cancel our meeting to discuss extracurricular activities tonight. We’ll just 
have to go it alone. I have a pad and pencil here so we can make a list of interesting things to 
do. Excuse me and I’ll get my tea. Let’s see, do you drink tea? No, of course not. How about a 
Coke?”

“Fine,” Sidney said. He spotted a decanter of what appeared to be brandy or wine on a 
small table and wondered why they weren’t having drinks. It was smart of her to arrange for 
them to be alone without Miss Renslow around. Probably Miss Renslow had a hot date with 
some other stud and had begged out. Still, Sidney wondered why any woman imaginative 
enough to make a list of “interesting things to do” to each other would call Miss Renslow’s 
screwing around with a man “extracurricular activities.” Now that they were alone there wasn’t 
any reason for her to play games any longer. “Hey, whatcha doin’ out there?” he called.

“Getting my tea,” Miss Bartholomew yelled. “Be right there. Start writing down ideas on the
pad if you want.”

Sidney chuckled to himself, picked up the pad and wrote “69” in big numbers. Then he 
tiptoed through the dining room and peeked around the corner. He was aching to get his 
hands on those braless little titties he had watched jiggling beneath her sweatshirt. She was 
doing something with her tea, standing there with her back to him and facing the sink. He 
sneaked up behind her, pressed himself to her and grabbed her tits with both hands.

“EEEEEEEEeeeeeeeeeee,” she screamed piercingly. Tea flew everywhere and the tea bag hit 
Sidney’s shoulder as Miss Bartholomew tore herself from his grasp. Then she was facing him, 
both hands clutching the sink behind her and staring at him with a horrified expression on her
lovely features. She gulped again and again. She seemed to be trying to say something but 
she couldn’t get her breath. Then, eyes wide, she inched herself along the wall so that the 
kitchen table stood between them. She was pointing at him with her index finger extended 
and she was gasping but nothing came out of her trembling mouth. Why were her shoulders 
all hunched up that way and why was her face so white? Sidney realized then that he should 
have waited.

“Sorry for scaring you that way-Judith, isn’t it? No point in calling you Miss Bartholomew 
now that we’re alone, right?”

She didn’t answer. Sidney approached her but she circled around the table, keeping her 
distance.

“I’m very, very sorry for scaring you, Judy,” he said. “I mean it. I really am. Forgive me?” He 
decided to be honest. “The truth is, I had my first sex with a female just yesterday and I-I guess
I’m sort of clumsy. You see, this is all new to me. I don’t know how I’m supposed to act with a 
woman on a sex date. Probably lots of girls make lists of the ways they plan to make love and 
call them ‘extracurricular activities,’ but I didn’t know that. Forgive me? What I’m trying to say 
is, this is my first sex date and I figured scaring you would be okay. But I can see that scaring 
you was not a good idea at all.”

She seemed to have calmed down slightly, but she was peering at him with a frown on her
face as though she were seeing him for the first time.

“Okay, Judy,” Sidney went on, “let’s make that list-just the way you planned. And if you 
want to call screwing ‘outside school affairs’ that’s fine with me.”

Judith Bartholomew winced; then she began laughing. She put her hand to her forehead 
and bent over double in wild, unrestrained laughter. Sidney thought she would never stop 
laughing. He tried to speak to her but she just kept on laughing and laughing. Twice she 
stopped long enough to attempt to say something, but each time she interrupted herself with
more laughter until finally Sidney felt embarrassed. He had ruined his first sex date and made 
an idiot of himself, he decided, and Judy would never invite him over again. She would ask 
older, sophisticated guys who didn’t act like children and sneak up and scare her before she 
even had a chance to neck with them. Finally, Sidney couldn’t stand it anymore. He put up his 
hands and back stepped for the kitchen door.

“Okay, okay,” he said. “I get the message. You don’t have to laugh at me anymore.” He 
couldn’t help it but tears were running down his cheeks as he spoke. “I’m only twelve and I 
scared you and I don’t know about ‘lists’ and ‘affairs’ and all that. I admit it. Just don’t tell any 
of your girl friends or Miss Renslow what a juvenile I am and please don’t flunk me. I know you
realize I’m just a kid now, like the rest, and you won’t ever invite me to make love again. I 
won’t ever try to make out with you again. I promise. But please don’t tell anybody what a 
dummy I am about sex. I-I couldn’t stand it.” Sidney turned and headed for the front door, 
sobbing with embarrassment. Jesus, he hadn’t even got a chance to take off his coat before 
he’d made a fool of himself, he thought as he turned the knob. Another hand-Miss 
Landed-landed on top of his. He turned and faced her. She wasn’t laughing anymore.

“Please, Sidney,” she said. “Won’t you sit down? There seems to be a misunderstanding 
and I want to clear it up.”

“You don’t have to humor me,” he said, rubbing his eyes. “I know when I’ve acted like-like 
an idiot.”

“That’s all right,” she said. “Please sit down, Sidney.”

He did and she sat down beside him. Sidney felt unworthy. He even pretended not to 
notice her titties jiggle to a stop as she sat down. Even that might be wrong, for God’s sake! 
He didn’t know the rules about sex with women. He’d based his knowledge on an afternoon 
and an evening with two drunken women and now he had to admit he didn’t know the rules 
at all. He was afraid to say anything. He was afraid even to move because he might be 
breaking one of the goddam adults’ sex rules! He began to cry again.

“Please, Sidney?” Miss Bartholomew said. “Please?”

Her hand touched his shoulder and her voice was very maternal and understanding. He 
looked at her and saw that there were tears in her eyes too. He stopped crying. First she was 
laughing and now her eyes were all wet. He had really screwed things up. He wanted to go 
home now and pull the covers over his head.

“Miss Bartholomew-”

“You may call me Judy,” she said. “Not in class, of course, but for now you may call me 
Judy.”

She was silent for a long time. Finally she picked up the paper that Sidney had written “69”
on and shook her head. Then she smiled a peculiar half smile and wadded up the paper. She 
sighed and lay back in the corner of the couch, her titties jiggling again.

“You came here tonight thinking I’d invited you”-she paused as though looking for the 
right words-“the way I’d invite a boyfriend? Is that right, Sidney?”

“Well, yes. After we set the date up at school, I-” he stammered and stopped.

“And when I mentioned that I’d been thinking about ‘outside affairs,’ ” she interrupted, 
“and ‘extracurricular activities,’ you thought I was talking about-about sex?”

“Sure,” Sidney said. What was she getting at? He just wanted to go home.

“I wasn’t talking about-about sex. When I said ‘outside school affairs’ and ‘extracurricular 
activities,’ I was talking about hikes, ice skating, trips to museums, that kind of thing.” Sidney 
swallowed. “You were?”

Miss Bartholomew smiled, and now Sidney felt even worse than he had felt before. Now 
he really wanted to go home. In fact, he never wanted to attend Miss Bartholomew’s class 
again.

“Yes, Sidney. Somehow you misunderstood.”

“Oh,” Sidney moaned. “Oh, my God. I sneaked up and grabbed you and you could have 
called the police. You thought I was trying to rape you. Oh, no … I-I better go now. Oh, God … 
I better go.” He stood up, but she asked him pleasantly to sit down again. He stared at the 
wadded piece of paper with “69” written on it and grimaced.

“I can’t ever go to your class again,” he said evenly. “Please just let me go now?”

“That’s exactly why I’m asking you to stay for a while,” she said. “This was all a silly 
misunderstanding and you must continue coming to class and not do anything foolish. I 
realize it was a misunderstanding and we’ll never discuss it again. Do you understand?”

Sidney nodded. He said he understood but he didn’t see how he could face her ever again.
She was very patient and attributed his error to his vivid imagination and high intelligence and
premature sexual development. She used very precise and scholarly words in “evaluating the 
situation” and when she was finished she insisted they remain friends, that nothing would be 
held against him.

“Shake?” she said, offering her hand.

Sidney took her hand, feeling tremendous relief. He was convinced that she was a very 
understanding and wonderful woman to forgive him and he was glad that he could return to 
school as though nothing had happened. The horrible thing about the whole situation was 
that as he held her hand, felt her smooth flesh against his, he wanted to fuck her more than 
ever! Her understanding, her smooth voice, her titties that jiggled (even if they were small), 
everything about her made him want to put his cock right in the heat of her understanding 
cunt. Here was a woman who really knew how he felt! Here was a woman who could teach 
him the real rules he imagined he had broken tonight. And she didn’t have to be drunk to 
fuck! The problem was, he would have to change his entire approach. Suddenly he thought, 
No, Sidney, you can’t go through all that again. What are you thinking of? Seducing Miss 
Bartholomew would be more complicated than the most difficult chess game you ever played.

“Well, let’s have that tea and Coke now, shall we?” she said, removing her hand from his. 
“Now that we’re friends again I even promise not to scream and spill things.”

Sidney sighed and watched the wag of her ass as she made her way to the kitchen. Sidney 
Tuttle is a sex fiend rat, he thought. When she returned with their drinks, they sat sipping and 
chatting about real extracurricular matters and affairs. She was serious about hikes and ice 
skating and museums, and Sidney agreed that it was a splendid idea. He would be a kind of 
organizer, it was agreed, and aid in planning the outings.

After a while, Miss Bartholomew got around to his sexual experience of yesterday. She saw
it as the thing that had triggered his imagining that all women wanted sex with him. He hadn’t
told her that it was oral sex with Bonnie or about his mother, so she assumed it was a younger
girl. When he assured her that it wasn’t any of the girls at school, she seemed curious.

“I-hate to pry,” she said, “and if you don’t want to talk about it you needn’t, but-but just 
where did you meet this girl? She wasn’t a prostitute, was she?”

“No, she wasn’t a prostitute,” Sidney said. He’d almost said whore. “Just somebody I met. 
The situation was right and .. He shrugged.

“Was-was it a-a pleasurable experience?” she asked.

Sidney’s heart began to beat faster. There was a funny look in her eyes. He shuddered to 
think what she would say if he told her he had screwed his own mother.

“Shall I be honest?” he asked.

“Yes,” she said. “I think the question of the first sexual contact being a successful one 
particularly for the male-is vital. This all falls into the area of scientific interest, you 
understand.”

“I don’t know how to be scientific about it,” Sidney said. “I just know it was great. I never 
felt anything like it. I wish I could do it every day. All the time. I want to do it to every female I 
see. That’s why I wanted to do it with you.”

Judy cleared her throat and squirmed slightly. “Yes, I see it was successful,” she said. “How 
old was she?”

“Older than you.”

“Older than I? Really? Where-where did you meet her?”

“I can’t tell you.”

“Sorry,” Judy said. “I shouldn’t be asking all these questions, I suppose, but I have a 
genuine interest in you now that we understand each other. Who was the aggressor? I mean, 
who made the first move?”

“Both of us.”

“Very interesting. Sounds like a sort of mother image. Desired you, too. Hmmm. Was it 
mutually satisfactory?”

“Yeah, we both really liked it.” Sidney realized suddenly that he had a hard-on and, worse, 
that Judy had seen the bulge in his pants. She went on asking him questions though and 
made no effort to conceal her glances at his hard-on. Could he be mistaken or did he have 
another Bonnie on his hands? She was squirming even more now as she asked him direct 
questions, then she asked him to take his coat off and have another Coke. He did.

“Do you expect this to be a continuing relationship?” Judy asked. “Do you have another 
date with her?”

“I don’t know if we’ll do it again,” Sidney said.

Judy seemed very flustered all of a sudden. She glanced down at his hard-on again and 
brushed her light-brown hair from her forehead as though she had a fever. She took a deep 
breath and exhaled so that the hair blew her hair on her forehead. “Sidney,” she said, 
concerned, “you must be very careful about pregnancy.” She put her hand on his arm 
pleadingly. “The kind of woman you’re involved with probably doesn’t take any precautions. 
She sounds cheap. You’re intelligent and sensitive and you mustn’t let your desire for her ruin 
your whole life. You have a brilliant future ahead of you. Brilliant.”

“I didn’t say she was cheap,” Sidney insisted, “and I think she takes The Pill.” Sidney was 
certain his mother took The Pill because he had overheard her and Bonnie talking about it 
once.

“Oh, you poor thing. You’re just an innocent victim. A child. An object of-of her lust.” 
Judith Bartholomew burst into tears, and hurried toward the back of the house. Sidney called 
after her and she said not to worry; she would be “right back.” Not to worry, Sidney asked 
himself. Women were absolutely insane! Why was she crying that way? First he had cried 
because he had made a fool of himself about not being a tactful lover, and now she was 
crying. Boy, had he ever been wrong about her invitation. How stupid could he be? She was 
crying and he felt responsible. Did she feel sorry for him? If she knew he had screwed his 
mother she would really throw him out and never speak to him again. He hoped she didn’t 
feel sorry for him. Where was she, anyway? In the bathroom?

“Judy?” he yelled. “Hey, Judy, come on back! We haven’t finished this list yet.”

No answer. Sidney got up and looked down the hallway. He could see that the bathroom 
door was wide open. He sat back down on the couch again and drummed his fingers on the 
arm. She’d been gone a long time. “Judy! What about this list? Don’t you care if the kids go 
ice skating and to the museum? It’s a great idea. I’d love to go hiking!” He hated hiking but he
hated Judy crying and not answering him even more. No answer. He got up, went through the
kitchen and down the hall toward the back. There was a light coming from a room-a bedroom
probably.

“Juuuuu-Deeeee!!” he screamed.

“Go away, Sidney,” Judy whimpered. “I-I think you’d better go home now. I’m sorry, but I 
don’t feel very well.”

Sidney wondered if she had “the curse” like Bonnie. Cramps or something. He hoped not 
because he really liked her now. Not just to screw but as a person. He went to the doorway 
and looked around the corner. Judy lay on the bed, facing the wall. There was a light on the 
nightstand and she lay motionless. “Judy?” he said softly.

“Please go, Sidney. I’ll see you at school tomorrow.”

“You felt okay a while ago.”

“I know. Now I don’t. Why don’t you go and visit your-your girl friend? That lustful 
woman.”

Sidney went over and sat down on the bed beside her and stared at her back. She 
sounded strange. Depressed. “You’re my friend,” he said. “I’m visiting you.”

“It isn’t the same and you know it. Go and visit that other woman who gives you what you 
want.”

Sidney touched her shoulder gently. “Miss Bartholomew? I just want to stay and visit you 
and make the list.”

“Judy,” she corrected.

“Yes, Judy. Can we go back in the living room and talk and make the list now, Judy? I think 
you’re very attractive, Judy. Beautiful. But all I want to do is make the list and talk to you and 
have you feel all right again.”

She turned over on her back and held her temples in her hands.

“You think I’m attractive? Beautiful?”

“Yes,” he said seriously.

“Is your other friend attractive and beautiful? Does she have big breasts?”

“Yes.”

“You want to make lists with me but you want to make love with her. She has big breasts 
and I have little ones. Is that it?”

“No, I like you and I like your breasts. Hers may be bigger but I like your breasts because 
they’re yours. That’s the truth.”

“Oh, hold me, Sidney!” she said, sniffling. “Hold me close!”

She threw her arms around him and crushed him to her little breasts and they lay close 
together on the bed on their sides. She got very emotional and kissed his forehead and eyes 
and cheeks and hugged him hard. “Sidney, Sidney, Sidney,” she repeated very seriously. “My 
little twelve-year-old genius loose in the world, buffeted about by new and strange emotions, 
confused by the longings of his growing body. A child and yet an adult. It’s a difficult time for 
you, Sidney, I understand,” she said, stroking his cheek and brushing his hair back from his 
forehead.

“See what I mean?” she said, referring to his hard-on that pushed hard against her tummy.
“You don’t know what to do or how to act, do you? Adults say and do things you’re forbidden 
to say and do, and yet your needs are real. They’re not something to be postponed or 
laughed at or minimized. I’m-I’m sorry for acting this way-leaving you alone in the living 
room-but the thought of my sensitive and somewhat helpless student in the arms of a woman
who doesn’t understand his depth, the real nature of his need-well, it-it tortured me. I hope I 
don’t sound too dramatic, but it tortured me because you see, Sidney, you remind me very 
much of myself when I was a young girl. Boys are different from girls at your age, of course, 
but there are many similarities also.” Sidney felt much closer to Miss Bartholomew than he’d 
felt with Bonnie-than he’d ever felt with anyone. He could tell that she felt the same way, too. 
He kissed her on the cheek and hugged her. When he pressed his erection a little harder into 
her stomach-he couldn’t help it-actually couldn’t help it-she reached down and grasped it in 
her hand. She laughed quietly from way down in her throat. “This what you came for, isn’t it?”

“Well, I-”

She shushed him with one hand and squeezed his member gently. “It’s all right,” she said. 
“You don’t have to explain, Sidney. I understand. It’s important that you understand that this is
not quite like the other woman you were with.” She kissed him full on the mouth several 
times. He guessed she was correct about the other woman, Bonnie. Judy really seemed to love
him. She was actually necking with him. No, it was more than just necking.

“I know it’s different,” he said.

“Do you really?”

“I really do. Positive.”

“You realize that what I’m doing to you right now is considered foolish and insane for a 
woman my age in my position. Not only could I lose my job, everything, but they could lock 
me up. I’m not swearing you to secrecy, dear, I just want you to know that what I’m feeling is 
genuine.” She laughed. “Not what I’m feeling with my hand-I mean my emotions.”

“I know what you mean,” Sidney said, and he really did know. “You care about me and 
what happens to me, and you know what I’m thinking. I’m only twelve, Judy, but I’m not an 
ordinary twelve-year-old. You wouldn’t be doing this with an ordinary twelve-year-old. I am a 
boy, but a very intelligent one. Do you believe me?” Miss Bartholomew’s eyes closed tight and
she nodded, biting her lip. She kissed him almost reverently. “I believe you,” she said. “I knew 
the depth, but-but not the real depth. Maybe I underestimated you just a little. Talk to me a 
little more before we take our clothes off and lie naked together. Can you wait?” she asked, 
squeezing his erection hard now.

“With you I could wait a long time.” He kissed her.

She took his erection out of his pants now and held it with both hands. “If it hurts too 
much for you to wait, we can be naked now.” She kissed his nose.

“I-I can wait,” he said.





CHAPTER FIVE


Judy stroked his prick harder. “How does it feel?” she asked.

“It’s impossible to describe. Besides, that’s what I was going to ask you. I don’t know. How 
would you tell somebody how it feels having your back rubbed? How does it feel for you?” He
lowered his hand from one of her titties and rubbed her crotch softly. He could feel the heat 
and moisture through her denims.

“Ummm,” Judy cooed. “You just said you can’t describe it. It’s indescribable.”

Sidney concentrated his rubbing right on her clitoris and they were silent for a while, each 
masturbating the other.

Sidney’s hard-on felt ready to explode. He was lubricating like mad and Judy was bathing 
his erection in smooth, wet strokes that brought forth delicious thoughts about the slick 
interior of her pussy.

“How old were you when you first masturbated?” she asked suddenly.

The lower halves of their bodies were pumping faster by the second. “When I was ten,” he 
said. “How about you?”

“I was a little older the first time,” she said. “How old were you when you learned to play 
chess?”

“Eight,” he said. “My uncle taught me. But I think I like jacking off better.” He tried to 
laugh. “We’d better fuck pretty soon. I’m going to come if we don’t.”

“Okay,” Judy said, tickling his balls.

Sidney pulled her denims down over her ankles and then slipped her shoes and panties 
off. He tossed her clothes on the floor and then stripped and threw his own clothes on top of 
them. Judy’s hands left his prick alone now temporarily. She lay very close with her arms 
around his waist and wiggled her entire body so that their naked bodies massaged each 
other.

Her erect nipples brushed against his own as she held his cock tightly clenched between 
her legs and rode it while she murmured love words in his ear. “Oh, Sidney, my darling boy. I 
don’t feel any guilt. It’s beautiful making love with you, sweetheart. The loneliness is gone and 
we’re naked and close. Oh, your prick is so hard-so nice and hard, my love. I need you, baby. I 
need you so much.” Her hands moved in circles over his breasts and she pressed her open 
mouth against his and let her tongue play with his.

He had never had a tongue in his mouth before and as their tongues twirled about each 
other. Sidney thought he would have an orgasm right then. He placed one hand on her hip 
and held her still so that the friction of her dripping love chasm ceased just for a crucial 
moment. Then he ran his hands all over her smooth body, feeling the indentations and swells 
of her hips and breasts and the rise of her small but pronounced stomach. He pulled and 
rubbed the cheeks of her buttocks and let his fingers run the length of the cleft of her bottom.
He explored the delights of her body everywhere, marveling at the way she writhed and made 
a love instrument of her entire torso.

With effort, he tore his mouth from hers and showered her face with loving kisses as her 
head waved from side to side so that his lips landed everywhere. “My neck!” she pleaded. 
“Please kiss my neck and bite my ears, darling. Yes, yes-that’s it! Oh, you are a lover, my 
Sidney. My baby lover. My sweet baby lover makes love to me from his heart!” Her hands 
tickled his back and dropped to his genitals again and manipulated his throbbing organ that 
felt as though it was the object of a million urging tentacles.

Finally, Sidney calmed himself enough to speak. “I-I want to kiss you everywhere,” he 
panted. “Can I-I kiss your breasts and between your legs and everywhere? Can I? I have to. 
Please?”

“Oh, yes,” Judy said. “I want you to, darling. You’re supposed to kiss me everywhere, baby 
darling. I’d die if you didn’t. And then-and then I’ll kiss my darling, too, from his head to his 
precious toes. All over.”

Sidney lowered his head and scooted lower so that he could squeeze and suck and kiss on
her titties at the same time. He took each ivory globe, smooth and heaving beneath the dim 
light, in his hands and kissed its sensitive coral nipple with loud and desperate kisses. He 
cleansed first one, then the other with his darting tongue and then he pushed them both 
together and sucked them deep into his mouth and nursed eagerly, frantically. Sounds of 
suction echoed in the room.

Judy’s head was tossing about as though the pleasure she was experiencing was too 
intense to bear another second. Her hands dug fiercely but tenderly into his scalp to urge him 
on. Then, as though they had read each other’s mind at precisely the same instant, Sidney 
began his kissing descent just as she shoved downward on his shoulders. Clutching her 
trembling ass in his hands, Sidney kissed and rubbed her rib cage and stomach with his cheek.
His cock jolted and jerked with excitement. He was at last holding a naked woman he cared 
for, kissing her naked and willing body, her stomach, the soft hair of her beautiful love slit. 
And, oh, the scent of her pussy juice filled his nostrils as he kissed and palmed her love 
mound.

Judy’s moans rose as though she were in a trance but she stopped him there, not wanting 
him to proceed too quickly but to linger a while before he engulfed the treasure of her cunt in
his hungry mouth. He longed to take her delicious pussy into his mouth and lick a female 
organ for the first time in his life, but she was restraining him and he understood because he 
cared for her, he loved her, and he could wait if she wanted and she wanted him to wait just a 
bit longer. So he did. And then she directed his face to her thighs. He followed the gentle 
urging of her smooth hands and kissed and sniffed and licked at her spread inner thighs.

At last her guiding hands released their pressure enough to tell him he could proceed 
upward toward her cunt and he licked his way there and buried his snout into the wet folds he
had dreamed of tasting. He kissed her cunt just as he had kissed her titties, then nursed 
lovingly on each tasty lip, each velvet guard to Judy’s hot and fragrant hole. He thought of the
times he had seen the crease of a cunt through tight slacks, shorts, bathing suits and wanted 
to lick that beautiful crease, that wonderful secret place between a female’s legs. God, how 
he’d wanted to feast there! And now his mouth was there, inhaling and lapping and tasting 
the place of his dreams! He pulled the lips apart and probed deeper with his tongue while 
Judy’s hands worked frantically on his back and shoulders. “Yes, baby … oh, yes, lovely baby … 
you know! You know! God, how do you know? Now higher, darling … oh, yes, that’s where … 
yes, right there … up there and ohhhhhhhhh!”

Sidney had spread the lips far apart now and bathed her inner lips with his tongue while 
rubbing her clit at the top of her vagina and now he was lapping at the clitoris itself. Twirling 
his tongue, he concentrated all his laving efforts on her nerve center as she had begged, and 
with each palm pressed flat against her cunt lips he jiggled his hands while he licked. He was 
pretending his hands were vibrators as he gobbled at that special place girls called their 
clitorises. He liked the little thing. It was like the clumps of candy that came in colored 
cellophane with the ends of the paper twisted on each side-kind of crinkly. Yes, it was like a 
little ball of taffy, only taffy didn’t thrust itself at your mouth and it didn’t have a voice 
connected at one end that cried how good it felt when you held it in your mouth and sucked 
it and twirled your tongue around it.

“Baby … baby … ohhhh … ahhhhh … ummmm … Nice … Oh … Yes … Ahhhh … Eeeeeee,” 
Judy moaned and grunted as he kissed and wiggled his tongue all around it. By holding his 
cheeks in her hands, Judy was able to communicate and direct the exact amount of pressure 
and speed she wanted him to exert on her beautiful clitoris. Sidney responded, swallowing as 
much juice as he could, while trying to make Judy as happy as possible. She was jiggling her 
hips very, very rapidly, fluttering her entire lower body it seemed and sobbing, so he knew he 
was making her happy as he vibrated his hands on her pussy and licked at her clit.

“I’m going to-to come this way, Sidney,” she said in a very strange voice. “We’ll fuck then

… but-but first-I-I want to-to come this way … so don’t stop … no … do just what you’re 
doing … don’t-don’t stop … don’t change anything … don’t change … I-I-I’m going 
to-to-to-commmmmme….Ahhhhhh … Ohhhhhh … Sidney, oh Sidney, oh, Sidney, 
Sidneeeeeeee!”

She stopped trembling all over then and lay breathing hard, really breathing like she had 
run for miles and miles. Sidney sensed that he shouldn’t stick his prick in her right now and 
scooted up and lay with his mouth on her cheek. She wasn’t in the same room with him right 
now, he could tell. Her mind was somewhere else. He told her he loved her and that whenever
she wanted to fuck it was okay with him. He really did want to fuck right now, but he told her 
he would wait because he could tell she wasn’t up to anything at the moment. That was for 
sure. He guessed that he had done the right thing to her clit and he thought: The clitoris is 
really important. Judy liked what I did to her clitoris. I did it right. I’m glad she liked what I did 
to her clit, but when will she want to fuck?

“Judy, do you want to fuck yet?” he asked.

“Yes, yes,” she said. “In-in just a few minutes … yes, love.”

Sidney cuddled up close and pressed his throbbing hard-on against her leg to remind her 
that he was there and ready whenever she was. He didn’t want to rush her, but he hoped the 
fucking came pretty soon. He might die if it didn’t. He couldn’t wait much longer.

Finally, she turned and faced him. “We’ll fuck, Sidney, but first I-I want to kiss and suck you
the way you did to me, darling. Ohhhh, darling! It was wonderful! Wait just a minute longer.”

“Okay, Judy,” he said, pressing his erection even harder against her leg. He guessed he was
selfish but he couldn’t help wanting her to hurry up and get rested so they could fuck or 
suck-SOMETHING!

After what seemed an eternity, Judy’s hand stole down and clamped around his penis. 
“Oh,” she gasped, “my poor patient precious has been hard all this time. I didn’t mean to be 
so selfish but what you did to me felt so good I had to recover.” Her hand was jacking his 
organ again now and everything was going to be all right, Sidney knew. She kept on stroking 
his prick while she kissed his face all over. Then she nibbled on his nipples and, finally, rested 
her cheek on his tummy and moved his cock so that the head settled a little into the heat of 
her mouth.

“Ahhh,” Sidney sighed, pushing up slightly so a little more of his organ would enjoy the 
heat. Gradually, she moved her mouth so that more and more of it ingested his prick. She 
gingerly manipulated his balls inside their flesh sack, too, as she nursed very slowly up and 
down the length of his rod. From time to time she paused to plant a kiss on each testicle and 
nibble at the base of his member before resuming her cocksucking. At these times she would 
admire his stout wanger standing so straight and true and refer to him as her “garden fresh 
baby” and her “little sex newcomer” and her “intelligent, helpless sweetheart.”

Judy wasn’t sucking his cock the way Bonnie had sucked it, and Sidney realized that the 
difference went beyond mere technique. Her approach was more loving and gentle even 
though he could tell she loved his prick for just being a prick. The difference was, she cared for
the man attached to the prick! Every now and then she would interrupt her oral ministrations 
to hug his hips and kiss his neck and cheek and lips. To his surprise, he didn’t find the 
interruptions annoying or frustrating. In fact, he welcomed them. She loved him and each time
he just lay there and listened to her purring and thought about how much he cared for her. 
He admitted, though, that each time she returned to engulf his penis in the oven of her mouth
he was glad.

Jesus, her tongue felt good against his prong, he thought. How good can anything feel? 
Unless it was fucking. He was anxious to slide his prick in her cunt and compare it with the way
his mother’s cunt had felt, because he really loved Judy. He loved his mother too, of course, 
but his mother had been drunk when he’d banged her and that didn’t count. If he ever fucked
his mother again when she was sober then he’d be able to make a real comparison. Still, right 
now, he really wasn’t interested in making a scientific survey to see whose pussy felt best.

Right now was hardly the time to think logically and he could barely think at all, in fact. 
Phase one, the cocksucking, was driving him out of his mind and phase two, the prick 
between the legs was coming up and oh, Jesus … Jesus, was it ever heaven!

Judy ceased gobbling on his member and asked, “Do you want to come this way? If you 
want to, it’s okay. Do you want to?”

This was probably the most difficult decision Sidney would ever be called on to make. 
What could he say? He wanted to fuck but he didn’t want her to stop sucking, but he had to 
fuck her, had to, but he wanted her to keep sucking too … why had she asked him such a 
question? Why?

Suddenly, he lifted her by the chin, indicating he wanted her face next to his and, almost 
without realizing it, he had voted in favor of fucking. Instantly her hand was on his cock and 
his hand on her vagina. “Did you like it, darling?” she asked. “I said you can come that way. I’ll 
do anything you want.”

“Yes, I liked it,” he said, “but I-I want it inside you.”

“Ummm, I want it in there too, baby. Put it in now and fuck me, my precious.”

Sidney raised himself on hands and knees and Judy’s smooth legs encircled him, her inner 
thighs brushing lightly against his hips and her heels in the small of his back. He touched 
between her legs. Her honey nest, her treasure, was sopping wet, its juices running down onto
the bedspread. He emitted a loud moan as he fitted himself to her and began sliding his 
pulsing organ between the slick lips of her furnace-like cunt. When his member was in to the 
hilt, Judy began babbling incoherently in his ear and he began making unintelligible answers. 
Oh, her pussy was much hotter than his mother’s! He had never felt anything like it! Maybe it 
was because he had licked her twat before putting his pecker in. He didn’t know.

Judy clutched his buttocks hard with both hands as though she were afraid he might get 
away and pulled him steadily into her seething crack. “Hold my bottom, too,” she cried. “Grab 
the cheeks of my ass hard and hold tight while you’re fucking me, darling. Go easy with your 
spear at first and then-when I tell you-stick me hard … oh, sweet, sweet Jesus, you’re inside me
at last.”

Judy, his prim teacher, began grunting like an animal then and moving her ass in a circular
motion as he rode with her, rolled gently, obeying her request to go easy. She was like 
someone possessed, her voice like that of another woman as she began muttering in his ear. 
His first shock of entering her had left him and he could understand her now and he could 
even answer her guttural questioning. “Is it good, darling? Is it good? Tell me it’s good. Is it?” 
she moaned.

“It’s hot velvet … slippery … I love your cunt, Judy … I love it.”

“Good as that other woman’s? Do you like my pussy as much as hers? Do you?”

“Yes, yes, I like it better,” Sidney said, grinding his pelvis harder into hers.

“How? Why? Why do you like my pussy better than hers, Sidney? Tell me why?” Judy was 
thrusting harder now, pulling still harder on his ass and trying to get more of him inside of her
hole-way up inside and pressing more firmly against the sides of her snatch.

“It-it seems hotter,” he managed to answer. “And it’s your pussy, Judy. I-I like it better 
because you’re not drunk and you’re sweet and pure and I love you. Yes, it’s much hotter and 
you move a certain way … Oh, the way you shove yourself up at me … it’s-it’s your pussy… 
Judy’s cunt.”

She was pumping very hard now. Sidney didn’t understand why it was so important for her
to know why he loved her cunt-why he thought it was better than his mother’s. He followed 
her lead and screwed her harder now and felt her pussy juice running down over his fingers 
that clutched her gyrating ass. Oh, this was fucking-this was fucking! Now he understood why 
men and women did anything-went to any lengths to be together like this. Oh, yes, this was 
fucking!

“Now spear me!” she cried. “I want it harder now, Sidney. Shove it in harder and move to 
the sides at the same time. That’s-that’s it! Oh, that’s it! Yes, stick it, stick it, stick me harder, 
harder, harder-as hard as you can!” she begged.

Sidney drove his cock into her dripping inferno with all his might. His Miss Bartholomew 
who wore glasses and spoke and behaved so properly, his Miss Bartholomew whom he had 
never dreamed could plead for her little student to fuck, yes, cry out in desperation for him to 
fuck her right between her legs-was now flat on her back with her legs wide apart and 
thrusting her sacred cunt at him, spread wide and taking his organ in as far as it would go and
begging for more, more. She was his-all his at this moment-and he knew it.

The twelve-year-old boy had conquered the grown woman, was guiding her, and he 
became acutely aware that at this moment she was all his, all his and totally helpless. He didn’t
want to conquer her, not really, and he didn’t want to feel this crazy feeling he now felt to 
spear her, make her his helpless captive-yes, use her!-because he did love her but the 
emotions that flooded through him as he plunged his hard male organ deep into her depths 
confused and even frightened him a little because he had never felt such emotions 
before-even when fucking his mother-but he was on top, yes, and she was pinned and 
helpless beneath him. His! His to fuck and slam his meat harder and harder at. He loved the 
sounds she was making. They were pitiful. Once, several years ago, when the woman next 
door who was pregnant had not been able to get to the hospital she had made the same kind
of noises-those helpless, almost painful, deep-down noises and wails that Judy now 
made-when the ladies had helped to deliver her baby.

Sidney was crashing his pelvis to Judy’s now, rocking the whole bed until he thought the 
mattress might slide to the floor, but he didn’t care. He wanted to drive her cunt right through
the bed into the springs. The squeak of the springs came rapid and steady to his ears and he 
held her buttocks harder and drove, drove….

“Baby … baby,” he panted. “I want to make you pregnant … give you a baby.” He had lost 
all semblance of reason. He was lost in her-lost and mumbling and spearing her.

“Yes, oh yes … give me a baby,” Judy cried. “Knock me up. Fuck my cunt and give me a 
baby! Sidney? Sidney? Fuck? Hmmm? Fuck? Give me our baby.”

And then, without warning, Judy was there at the end. She was coming and the 
breath-whines were wild and growing closer together, becoming staccato, fierce and getting 
fiercer. Her whines became screams, short and shrill, drowning out the hysterical squeaking of 
the bedsprings. She was coming. Sidney could tell she was coming and he bit hard into her 
shoulder and concentrated on spewing his sperm.

“There … there … there….” Judy sounded like someone mocking a ghost now, her voice low
and ominous as her climax began. Her next utterance was long and eerie and then she lay 
limp and gasping even more intently then when she’d come with his mouth. Sidney finished 
up, moving his buttocks like a rabbit’s and the unspeakable pleasure spasms wracked his body
too … wave after incredible wave.

It was a long time-Sidney didn’t know how long-before he realized that both of their 
bodies were drenched with perspiration. He swallowed, still breathing hard, and nuzzled in 
Judy’s shoulder as they lay more loosely clasped together now.

“Judy?” he whispered.

“Yes, dear?”

“Will you look in my eyes tomorrow at school?”

“Of course, dear.”

“Will I be afraid to look in yours?”

“No, you mustn’t be afraid of me. Do you think we’ve done something wrong?”

“No.”

She patted his back. “Good, you mustn’t feel guilt-even though it may be natural for a boy
your age. You’re not a veteran at this, you know. Mixed-up feelings are one of the prices you 
pay when you’re young.”

“Really?”

“Yes, now be still, darling, and rest awhile.”

“All right. Judy?”

“Yes.”

“I love you.”

“I love you too, dear. Now just rest.”

Sidney rested and, after what seemed a long time, his breath had returned to normal and 
his penis was small again. Finally it popped out and he rolled over and lay on his back. “Thank 
you,” he said. Then he felt stupid. “I’m sorry. I guess it’s silly to say thank you for letting me 
make love to you.”

“It isn’t silly at all, darling. Thank you.” She began rubbing his neck and shoulder. “Yes, 
thank you very much. You know, I used to have lovers … several I cared very much for. I-I’ve 
been very, very lonely. Being this way with you was wonderful. I needed you.”

“I needed you more.”

She was smiling a strange smile in the dim light. “No, I don’t think you did. You think 
so-and you believe it-but you couldn’t.” He started to speak but she put her hand to his 
mouth. “You said something about not being able to look me in the eye at school. Did it ever 
occur to you that I might not be able to look you in the eye?” She ran her fingers through his 
hair.

“No. Do you mean we won’t be able to be this way again? Is that what you mean?”

“You’re not only very intelligent, Sidney. Sometimes you can look into people’s minds.”

“You won’t let me come here again, will you?”

“I didn’t say that,” she said. “I don’t know. I only know that if I didn’t ask you to come here 
again, you would understand. That’s true, isn’t it?”

“Yes, but I wouldn’t like it. Why wouldn’t you invite me here again?”

“Don’t play chess with me, Sidney. I know you would understand. Let’s not think about it 
now.”

“This whole night has been a game of chess,” Sidney said, “only there isn’t any sadness in 
chess. I didn’t think about this ending. It isn’t checkmate or even stalemate.”

“I didn’t say this is the end. Let’s not think about it, I said. Come on and I’ll fix you 
something to eat. You’re hungry, I’ll bet.”

Sidney began to cry.

“Oh, Sidney.” She held him as tight as she could and kissed his face with desperate kisses. 
“I wouldn’t hurt you, precious. I couldn’t. And if I didn’t know you were capable of 
understanding incredible things for a boy your age you wouldn’t even be here this way with 
me.”

Sidney very nearly told her that she had found her way through that maze of 
complications and made the winning move with her last remark, because she definitely had. 
Checkmate. There was no answer. And so he didn’t say anything. Couldn’t. There was no 
winning or losing now. There wasn’t even a game. No strategy, no tactics, no logic. She had 
soared beyond these matters and he had never been in such a game that wasn’t even a game.
He wanted to cry but he didn’t. He wasn’t hungry either, but he let her fix him a tuna fish 
sandwich in the kitchen which was hard to swallow even though it had lots of mayonnaise on 
it and when she kissed him good-bye at the front door he knew he could never come back to 
this house because he understood.

It seemed to take forever getting home on his bike. He made it all right, though. All the 
lights were out. The luminous clock in the living room read 10:20. Bonnie and his mother were
asleep. Passed out, probably, because no one heard him get undressed and go to bed.





CHAPTER SIX


The following morning Sidney entered Miss Bartholomew’s sixth-grade class, feeling a bit 
apprehensive. By recess time it became glaringly evident that his fears were unfounded. Two 
courses were open to Miss Bartholomew and obviously she had chosen “business as usual.” 
Sidney was just another student. Her calmness was unnerving at first, but by the end of the 
day Sidney had accepted the inevitable.

The following week the beginning of “Outside Activities” was announced to the class and 
Sidney was given the title of Activities Coordinator. Throughout all this Miss Bartholomew was
friendly, nothing more, and Sidney said nothing to anyone about the evening at her cottage. 
As the days passed Sidney once again thought of his Judy, alas, as Miss Bartholomew. Looking
at her and hearing her voice and remembering their night together was painful, of course, but
somehow he endured it. Besides, there was Bonnie. She kept her promise to let him fuck her 
(he had done so twice) and while she was not a Judith Not-not by a long shot-she did help 
him in getting over his infatuation with his teacher.

Even Bonnie grew cool and preoccupied with her boyfriends once again, though, and so 
Sidney resumed his plan to sleep with his mother when she was sober. This was not an easy 
task. Mimsy Tuttle began dating her boss, Rudy, almost exclusively and it seemed as though 
each night she arrived home later and later and drunker and drunker. When she did arrive 
home fairly early and in a reasonable condition Sidney couldn’t seem to muster the courage 
to climb in bed with her. His heart pounding, he would lie awake thinking about all the things 
he wanted to do to her and then chicken out and just jack off. It was a difficult time for Sidney.

And it grew even more difficult. One evening he arrived home late after playing chess all 
afternoon at school to find a near-empty bottle of whisky and four empty glasses in the living 
room. No one was in view but he could hear noise and voices coming from the bedrooms. He 
tiptoed to Bonnie’s room and peeked through the partly open door. Bonnie was naked and 
lying on her back with her legs wrapped around one of her new boyfriends who was also 
naked and shoving his cock into her cunt with all his might. At least Sidney hoped they were 
friends. If he wasn’t a friend, he sure was taking a lot of liberty with a stranger! He had her legs
up over his shoulders, making a kind of platform of her pussy, and he was ramming his hips so
hard at hers Sidney thought maybe the bed would crash through the wall. It was the first time 
Sidney had ever actually watched people fuck and it occurred to him that people looked 
pretty strange when they fucked. Mostly it was a lot of huffing and puffing and pulling at each
other and yelling commands and answers at each other. One thing was certain. People took it 
pretty seriously and it obviously felt good.

The guy, who was hung like a stallion and whose name Sidney didn’t know, looked like he 
might die of pleasure as he yelled, “Yeah, baby, sock it to me hard! Shove that snatch to me, 
baby! Shove it all! Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah. Fuck! Fuck!” When he didn’t talk his mouth was wide 
open and his tongue hung out a mile.

“It’s your cunt, Arthur! Yours! Jab your prick in your cunt, Arthur! Ohhhhhh … yours! Yours!”

The new guy’s name was Arthur. Sidney grinned, despite his hard-on that pushed hard 
against his fly, because of Bonnie’s choice of words. The times he had fucked her she had 
never called her cunt his cunt and it would be funny to watch Arthur try to jab his prick in his 
own cunt. Oh, well, he thought, people say strange things when they screw. Sidney had said 
some pretty weird things himself, he knew, but this was the first time he had been able to hear
and watch somebody else. Another thing struck him as odd. Arthur couldn’t seem to make up 
his mind whether he wanted her legs wrapped around him or over his shoulders. Without 
losing a stroke he kept moving her legs back and forth, changing positions as he slammed his 
meat into her dripping hole. God, the bed was all wet with love juice and Arthur’s back was 
streaked with red marks where Bonnie had gouged him with her fingernails.

“Arthur, that cock feels so goooood. It’s the best cock I ever felt … the best. Ohhhhhh, the 
besssssstttt.”

Either Bonnie was lying or she told that to every guy, Sidney thought, because she had 
told him his cock was the best when they had fucked. He decided that Bonnie figured telling 
guys that was good strategy, figured that it spurred them on to a maximum effort. If you’re 
going to get fucked you might as well have a guy giving you everything he’s got, Sidney 
thought, appreciating the logic in this. And her method seemed to be working, for Arthur was 
certainly giving her everything he had! He looked like a male dog Sidney had seen once 
screwing another dog. The male had sort of walked forward as he had thrust and nearly 
pushed the female the length of a football field he had been so excited. Bonnie’s head was 
pressed against the wood headboard (her knees directly over her) and the headboard banged
against the wall with each of Arthur’s mighty lunges. Sidney watched with acute interest and 
envy as the groans and grunts of happiness went on to the accompaniment of the bang, 
bang, bang of wood against stucco.

The banging on the wall reminded him of his mother in the other room and he felt a sharp
pang of jealousy. There had been four empty glasses in the living room. His mother was 
probably fucking someone in the other room. Her boss, Rudy, probably. In a way, he didn’t 
want to go and see his mother getting fucked but something (the same something that made 
people look at run-over pedestrians, he guessed) led him down the hall to the other bedroom.

His mother was there all right, but she wasn’t fucking. She was sucking! And the guy she 
was sucking wasn’t Rudy; it was some newcomer she called “Jeff.” Jeff lay naked on his back 
on the bed and his mother, naked too, lay with her back to him, propped on her elbows with 
her open mouth just above his frankfurter shaped cock. “Jeff,” she was saying, “you know I dig
making it with you but if Rudy hears one word-one little peep-about this, both of our asses 
are in a sling.”

“I know, Mimsy,” Jeff said. “You don’t have to keep telling me that, sugar. I work for that 
nut, too. If he could see us now he’d hire another bartender in two seconds and I’d be out on 
my ass looking for another job. Now forget about him and suck, baby. Put my cock back in 
that hot mouth and give me your specialty.”

Sidney almost turned away as his mother took Jeff’s big wanger in her hand and slid it into
her mouth and began mouthing it methodically. Cocksucking was his mother’s specialty, Jeff 
had said. He watched his mother draw on the pulsing meat, take it deep into her mouth and 
massage the balls beneath and make yum-yum sounds as her head moved steadily up and 
down. Specialty … specialty, he thought, the word running through his head. So sucking cock 
was his mother’s specialty, he thought. Well, that was interesting to know even if the feeling 
he felt in the pit of his stomach told him it wasn’t so interesting. He watched her and thought 
of Judy Bartholomew and Bonnie and females everywhere and, somehow, finally, whatever it 
was that he now felt, he decided that it wasn’t really very important if his mother had a 
specialty. No, it wasn’t really important. Probably it wasn’t any worse than Bonnie getting her 
head knocked against the headboard in the next room with her knees up over her head. No, 
loyalty didn’t count for much when it came to this business of fucking and sucking either. Judy
Bartholomew had told him she loved him and changed her mind, and his mother fucked and 
sucked with Jeff but didn’t want Rudy to know about it, and Bonnie fucked him and didn’t 
want his mother to know about it. Yes, when it came to sex the rules and guidelines were very 
strange and Sidney supposed that he was glad to learn this at an early age because it 
hastened, his journey to adulthood.

With effort, Sidney quieted the hostility that rose from his stomach to his chest and stifled 
the tears that briefly filled his eyes until everything was all right again. He had reasoned things
out and emotion had not gotten the best of him and, detached (if that was the right word), he
continued watching his mother there on the bed with Jeff. Sidney even forced a laugh. Sure, 
he thought, Rudy was probably fucking some other girl right this minute, and the girl’s 
boyfriend didn’t even know about it. No. He was probably screwing some girl himself! That 
was really a good one. Musical people instead of musical chairs. The way it really was. Reality. 
He wished he could discuss his new insight with Miss Bartholomew. She was intelligent 
enough to appreciate it.

“Okay, hon,” Jeff said. “Let me scarf your cunt a while before I blow my nuts. Whew! Can 
you ever suck cock! Then we’ll fuck.” He lifted her, turning her at the same time, and lay her on
her back and began licking her titties. Gradually, he moved lower until his head was between 
her legs and then he began bobbing his head up and down as he licked her pussy.

Sidney watched, mixed emotions warring within him, and then he took his own prick out 
and began stroking it as he listened to his mother coax Jeff to lick harder, harder on her cunt.

“Gobble it, Jeff honey,” she moaned. “Oh, you sure know how to eat a cunt … ummmm, 
baby … right on … right on it … ummmm.”

Jacking off, Sidney watched his mother arch her back and guide Jeff s head between her 
legs. She writhed, her big breasts flopping and not even looking toward the partly open door 
where Sidney stood quietly masturbating. The emotions flowing within him, not just his prick, 
felt different than they’d ever felt before, Sidney realized as he masturbated. I have fucked her,
he thought. I have fucked her, too. I have fucked my mother and I have fucked Bonnie. 
Everybody fucks everybody … fuck … fuck … fuck … and most of them seem to get drunk 
before they fuck … all except Miss Bartholomew … Judy … kids don’t get drunk though … 
Wanda Kreitzer wouldn’t get drunk.

Intently, Sidney flailed away as he watched. His plan was to wait until Jeff mounted his 
mother, watch them fuck and then time his orgasm with their own. He wasn’t sure he could 
hold back that long, however, and he hoped they began fucking soon. His wish came true a 
minute later when his mother lifted Jeff’s head from between her legs. “Oh, that’s nice, Jeffie,” 
she panted. “I-I nearly came, but I want to come with your prick inside me. I want that big 
prick in my snatch.”

She lay back then and Jeff scooted between her parted legs and guided his stout rod to 
her glistening pussy. She was holding each lip to the side with her hands for him to see as he 
got into position. Once there, he didn’t waste any time sticking his meat to her. Both of them 
emitted deep sighs of release once his member was embedded to the hilt inside her pussy. 
They lay still, as though savoring the fact that the hot gristle hunk was at last in its rightful 
place, and then they began a jerky rhythmic motion that eased into a smoother, cooperative 
effort as prick and pussy clashed. Jeff was the more consistent of the two. He drove his 
narrow, firm buttocks in a steady grinding motion like a trained athlete specializing in a 
particular track event. Mimsy, though, seemed less in control of her passion. She clasped her 
ankles first behind the backs of his knees and then higher up. Her hands ran frantically, too, 
up and down his back to his ass and occasionally to his shoulders and through his long, blond
hair. Biting and clawing, she flailed like a woman in a fit, often pummeling the small of Jeff’s 
back with her heels to drive him to greater effort. All the while, Jeff maintained his steady, 
rolling gait, apparently in perfect control, pacing himself like a miler no matter how erratic the 
frantic Mimsy tossed herself beneath him.

His voice sounded controlled, also. Each time Mimsy screamed, “Fuck me,” or pleaded for 
a change of pace or mood, Jeff merely said, “Easy, baby. Just tell me when you’re ready. When 
you’re ready we’ll go off together … steady now, girl … that’s it … calm down … you’re a good 
fuck, gal … the best … hang in there … that pussy’s good … real good … you’re a fine lay, 
Mimsy … first-rate stuff … that’s it … shove it to me nice and steady … right.”

Mimsy seemed to obey his calming orders for a while each time, but then she’d forget and
go all crazy on him again and he’d have to calm her just as before.

Sidney watched and listened as he stroked his hard-on. He admired Jeff’s calm and 
controlled method of fucking and decided that he would copy this man’s style in future. It was
definitely a firm, masculine style worth emulating. Arthur, in the next room, fucked a bit too 
crudely. Here was a man who commanded respect in the sack!

His mother’s hands were outstretched on the bed now, clutching the bedspread fiercely. 
Her voice rose shrilly and she often made a hissing sound between her teeth as though she 
could not stand the well-aimed thrusting cock of Jeff who worked with eerie efficiency. Sidney 
could see his balls wagging from side to side and he glimpsed the base of Jeff’s thick cock as 
it made its slow upstroke and drove neatly between Mimsy’s furry cunt lips to her depths. The 
sight of the genitals clashing drove Sidney to a frenzy and he hoped this cocksman-this giant 
of control among men-would bring his mother to orgasm soon before he could control 
himself no longer.

Jeff seemed to feel that the time was right for climaxing, for sensing that Mimsy was on 
the brink he bent his head and began biting on her nipples and raising her buttocks higher to 
meet his thrusts which sped up almost undetectably. His move could only be described as a 
masterpiece of craftsmanship, the intuition of an artist of consummate skill. Mimsy began 
shrieking the roof off and threatening to reach the heights any second.

“Jeff! You know everything I need. You just keep on driving that big cock home … it’s a 
piston … a big, beautiful piston … fuck me … fuck … my engine’s hot and boiling, baby … yes, 
boiling. … Oh, Jesus, Jeff! What a fuck! What a beautiful, be-uuuu-teeeefullllll fuck….Oh, yeah 
… any second now … any second … yeah.”

“Don’t rush yourself, Mimsy,” Jeff said evenly. “No rush, girl … just take your time and let it 
happen … we’ll come … all in good time … let it happen, girl … Jeff’s here and ready whenever 
you are … just keep shoving that cunt up here steady-like.”

Sidney wished that his mother would hurry up and let it happen. He couldn’t wait much 
longer. Jeff might be a superhuman cocksman when it came to control but Sidney’s balls were
ready to burst. Just then his mother’s voice began making rapid, high-pitched noises signaling
the finish.

“Jesus, Jeff!” she shrieked. “Oh, Jesus. Now-now-now-now-now-NOWWWWWWWW!! ” 
Her ass was a quivering blur as she shuddered and spasmed. Jeff slid smoothly into high gear 
and speared her to her screeching climax. Perhaps a dozen smooth strokes later, he too 
shuddered and groaned and it was over in a mingling of moans. Sidney was right with them, 
his right hand jerking his foreskin with all his might, and he came within a matter of seconds 
following their orgasms. He stood there spent and panting, staring down at the few drops of 
sperm he had ejaculated onto the carpet. Cast not thy seed upon the ground, he thought. 
Well, he’d shot his wad onto the rug and a rug wasn’t the ground.

He tucked his hard-on inside his pants up under his belt so it wouldn’t show and back 
stepped away. He’d been lucky going undetected so far but he didn’t want to press his 
chances. He rested with his back against the wall, breathing hard and feeling the same strange
mixture of feelings he’d experienced earlier. Jacking off while watching your mother get 
fucked wasn’t exactly normal, he thought. Yes, that probably accounted for his weird feelings. 
He decided not to worry about it. The main thing was, he knew that what he’d done was a 
little weird. The knowing made the difference between being kooky and just unusual. Unusual,
but not weird or kooky. Yes, it was not knowing that got people in nut houses or someplace 
comparable. At least he knew and so it was all right.

When he had regained his breath, he went down the hall to see how Bonnie and Arthur 
were making out. They had apparently finished their first round and were now starting on the 
second. Bonnie lay on her hands and knees-propped up, actually-and Arthur was feeding his 
rod into her rear. “God, Arthur,” Bonnie was saying, “you’re amazing. Don’t you ever wear out?
Ouch … waaoouu . ,. easy … gentle, Arthur … maybe you need some more cream … it feels a 
mile long.”

“Don’t worry,” Arthur assured her. “It’ll fit. Just relax and it’ll slip right in once the head 
clears.”

Frowning, Sidney watched in fascination. He had never given any thought to ass-fucking 
and it occurred to him that he was merely a newcomer to this sex business. These people were
postgraduates and here he was in grade school! Arthur held the cheeks of Bonnie’s ass spread
apart with one hand and guided his tireless organ into the eye of her rectum with the other 
hand. She emitted little squeals of pain until Arthur had completely implanted his member 
inside her bottom and then she moaned as though she were feeling some pleasure. As for 
Arthur, there wasn’t any doubt that he was experiencing all pleasure. His eyes were bugging 
out and staring down at his prick as he slowly began shoving it in and out.

“Nice and tight,” he said. “It’ll fit better all the time as we go on,” he assured Bonnie, 
reaching under her to massage her clitoris as he pumped his hips in an ever-increasing tempo.

Bonnie seemed to have some doubt as to whether it would feel “better and better” in due 
time. Her face was all scrunched up and she looked afraid. Pretty soon though she began 
reciprocating and meeting Arthur’s thrusts and the pained look left her face. Probably Arthur’s
hand on her clitoris did the trick, Sidney guessed. Yes, a little dabbling with that old clit could 
cover a multitude of sins, all right. As he watched, their action moved from a gentle 
introduction to an all-out effort. In a matter of minutes, Bonnie had changed from a cautious 
sex partner to a ball-caressing, buttocks-pulling maniac, completely uninhibited.

“You’re right, Arthur!” she screamed. “It’s feeling really good now … ummm, nice … nice … 
keep it up! Oh, wow!”

Arthur kept it up, plunging at her from all directions, and she wagged her ass like an 
appreciative puppy eating his dinner. Sidney realized suddenly that his hard-on had never 
gone down. Jesus, he thought, a guy could maintain a perpetual hard-on around this place. 
The stimulation never ended! Still, he didn’t feel like jacking off again so soon. He hadn’t eaten
dinner her and so he decided to fix himself a peanut butter sandwich in the kitchen. He left 
Arthur and Bonnie to their pleasure and eased his hunger with the sandwich and a glass of 
milk in the kitchen. It was getting late and he didn’t want to embarrass them by hanging 
around and ruining their fun. If he were in their places he wouldn’t want some kid around to 
say, “Hi, Mom,” when they moved the party to the living room.

He decided that maybe he would go to a movie. The trouble was, he’d already seen most 
of the good ones playing close by. He could go over and visit Wanda Kreitzer. She would 
probably have finished her dinner by now and if she didn’t have a lot of homework to do he 
could sit on the porch with her and they could talk. Maybe he needed to be around a girl his 
own age. It might bring him down to earth after this orgy. Her father might even want to play 
a game of chess, although he wasn’t very good and Sidney had already beaten him three 
times. Well, he could let Mr. Kreitzer win one, couldn’t he? It went against his principles to 
throw a game of chess, especially to a weak player like Mr. Kreitzer, but maybe he ought to 
spot him a queen or something.

Sidney pondered this for a while, then decided to ride his bike over to the Kreitzers and 
visit Wanda. Maybe he wouldn’t even have to play chess with her father. Maybe he could just 
sit on the porch with Wanda and hold hands and kiss her a little. That would be nice. No 
drinks. No screwing. Just good clean fun. He wouldn’t even try to put his hand up Wanda’s 
dress or play with her little-girl titties. She’d be surprised at his good behavior, all right. She 
might even wonder if he’d turned queer! He laughed out loud to himself at this thought but 
he knew he wasn’t really laughing. He knew that there was only one place he really wanted to 
go but he couldn’t go there. He wanted to go over and see the cottage with the birdbath out 
front and ring the doorbell with the chimes that played the melody he could never forget. 
Judy Bartholomew didn’t want him to come back, though, even though she’d admitted she 
was lonely, and he understood and respected her reasons. She was his teacher and that was 
all. Nothing more.

Sidney put the jar of peanut butter away and ran hot water over his knife and plate and 
left them in the sink. Then he went outside and rode his bike for Wanda Kreitzer’s house.





CHAPTER SEVEN


If “April is the cruelest month,” June is the most indulgent-at least for the young. School ends 
and the passing of warm summer days is leisurely sometimes downright boring. Barbecues, 
picnics, cold drinks, ice-yes, much ice-outings to mountains, lakes, streams, oceans, prevail. 
The whole world drips perspiration and God is an air-conditioned room second only to 
shadow or shade because in the latter one is vulnerable to insects. Sloth is fashionable. 
Deserts are shunned. Cool things rule. Sex is very big also. June … late June.

“How’s Wanda?” Mimsy Tuttle asked her son, Sidney, who was noisily draining the last of 
his root beer from the bottom of his glass through a plastic straw. They were both sitting on 
the small porch in front of the apartment, sunning themselves. Mimsy wore a red two piece 
bathing suit and the straps of her halter were undone and tucked in at the front. The 
tucked-in straps made her breasts look slightly lumpy, as though she had several nipples. 
“You’ve been seeing a lot of Wanda since school got out, haven’t you?”

Sidney wore faded, cut-off Levi’s instead of a bathing suit. “Wanda who?” he asked.

“Wanda what’s-her name. How many Wandas do you know, anyway? The one with the 
funny name.”

“Wanda Kreitzer?”

“Yes, that one.”

“Not very much,” Sidney said. “I took her to the movies a couple of times. That’s all.”

They were silent for a while. It was Saturday and Bonnie was away for the weekend and so 
they were alone. Sidney thought about Miss Bartholomew, pictured her in Europe where she 
had gone to vacation for the summer. He wondered if she would marry a count or a duke or 
something and never return to teaching school. Finally, he fastened his gaze on the whiteness 
where his mother’s bathing suit top had slipped down slightly. She looked terrific. She had 
been on the wagon for over a week but today she was indulging herself in a beer.

“What do you think of Rudy?” she asked. Sidney had met Rudy two weeks ago. His mother
had been dating her boss almost every night lately. “He seems all right,” Sidney said. “He 
speaks with that weird accent but he seems okay. Why?”

“Oh, I don’t know,” his mother said. “I’m not getting any younger. I’ll probably marry again
someday. What would you say if I married Rudy?”

“Arrgghh,” Sidney said, grinning. “But that’s your business.”

“It isn’t just my business,” Mimsy said. “That’s the reason I brought the matter up. If I did 
get married again I’d be thinking partly of you. We need a man around the house-someone to
guide you, provide both of us with a lot of the things we’ve missed. You haven’t exactly led a 
normal life, Sidney. You’ve missed a lot of advantages that a man of means could provide. 
You’d like to live in a house, wouldn’t you, instead of an apartment? You want to go to 
college?”

Sidney thought about this. Yes, he would like these things, but not if it meant his mother 
had to marry some creep.

“I’m not planning anything this minute,” she went on. “I just wondered how you felt about 
it. You’re a nice-looking and extremely intelligent boy. I haven’t been the best of mothers.” 
Sighing, she reached out and patted him on the cheek. “God knows where you got your 
brains. Certainly not from your father. About all you got from him was the name Tuttle.” She 
grimaced. “Mimsy Tuttle. Changing my name is reason enough to get married! “

Sidney wished his mother wouldn’t speak against his father or make fun of the name 
Tuttle. It was a peculiar-sounding name, true, but it was the only last name he had. He recalled
part of a poem he’d read. ” … all Mimsy were the borogoves….”

“It isn’t Tuttle so much as it is Mimsy and Sidney,” he said. “We should change our first 
names. At least we don’t have a name like Kreitzer. Sidney and Mimsy Kreitzer. Kids tease poor
Wanda about her last name all the time.”

“Yes, I guess you’re right,” his mother said, laughing. “But I don’t see anything wrong with 
Sidney. I had a boyfriend named Sidney once. I think it’s a beautiful name. Just beautiful.” She 
stared at a multi-colored butterfly that had lighted on one of the deep green leaves of the 
potted rubber plant guarding the porch. Her eyes brightened as though she were 
remembering something special and pleasant and secret from the distant past. Finally, she 
jarred herself from her reverie and stood up. “Whew, I’m groggy from this hot sun and the 
beer,” she said. “I think I’ll take a nap.”

“Sounds like a good idea,” Sidney said. “I’m beat, too. Remember when we used to take 
naps together? When I was little?”

She nodded, smiling. “Yes, yes-that was a long time ago, wasn’t it?”

“It doesn’t seem so long ago,” Sidney said. They went into the cool indoors and while his 
mother was in the bedroom Sidney opened a cold beer and took it back for his mother. She 
had changed into a lightweight, pale blue robe. He put the beer on the nightstand and lay 
down on her bed. She came over and sat down beside him. “Thank you,” she said. “I didn’t 
really want another beer but it does look good.” She took a long sip from the cold can that 
was beaded with droplets and stretched out on her back. Her robe parted slightly revealing 
her ivory breasts-all except the nipples-and she closed her eyes.

“Mother?”

“What, dear?”

“It’s nice just relaxing on a Saturday afternoon like this, isn’t it?”

“Yes. It’s dreamy.” She reached up and took another long sip of beer. Sidney saw that she 
was completely naked beneath her robe.

“We’re Tuttles, aren’t we? Both of us.”

“Yes indeed,” she said. “We’re Tuttles.” Sidney cuddled up and put his head on his mother’s
shoulder. “Remember when you used to take me on the ponies? Remember when we used to 
go horseback riding together? We used to have lots of fun together, didn’t we?”

“Yes, you were a beautiful boy.” She ran her hand through his hair and looked into his 
eyes. “Your eyes are getting darker all the time. You’re getting to be a man now.”

Sidney kissed her smooth cheek and she kissed him back and put her arm around him. It 
was strange, he thought, that he had made love to her on this very bed, but she didn’t know it
because she had been too drunk that night to realize what was happening. It was strange, too,
that he had actually fucked the very place through which he had passed when entering this 
world. His mother had been the first women he had fucked and she didn’t even know it. Her 
eyes were closed but blinking involuntarily now and he studied her, thinking how beautiful 
she was and the way he used to love her totally when he’d been very young. He loved her now
too, only differently. His cock was firm and jutting hard against his pants front and he 
purposely moved so that his crotch was against her hip.

She didn’t move away or tell him to stop and he wondered if she realized what he was 
planning. He kissed her again and pressed his body harder against her. She still didn’t move.

“Mother?” he breathed. “You said you hadn’t been the best of mothers. You are a good 
mother. You’ve done the best you could.”

Her arm was still around him. She hugged him a little and said, “Thank you.”

Was it his imagination or was she breathing faster? He thought of the evening he’d 
watched her sucking Jeff’s prick on this bed and his pulse raced, throbbed in his temples. He 
had to find out if she would let him make love to her. Anything was better than not knowing. 
He put his arm around her waist and pulled her gently so that there could be no doubt he had
a hard-on. She made a little sound, a whimper, and then to his amazement she turned and 
faced him. But her eyes were still closed as though she were half asleep. Was she really drifting
off to sleep or was this merely her way of offering herself to him without being blunt, crude, 
obvious?

He began massaging her back and shoulder and she didn’t resist him even though he 
sensed that she wasn’t asleep. As they lay side by side, facing each other, he began gently 
kissing her cheeks, her forehead and finally her full lips. She didn’t move and he saw her 
swallow and run her tongue across her upper lip. He kissed her neck, still very gently, and she 
responded by groaning softly and moving her leg almost imperceptibly against his own. It was
an invitation, he felt certain, but still he was afraid to make a sudden move that would remove 
all doubt as to his intention. He continued, proceeding with caution. If she decided to call a 
halt she could do so without an obvious reprimand. But soon-very soon-there would be no 
turning back.

Without even thinking he began babbling, the words spewing forth softly as though they 
sprang from some unknown place deep within him. “Mother, I love you. I love you. I’ve loved 
you in a special way for a long time now. I-I made love to you-” he stopped, nearly censoring 
himself, but the words tumbled out-“yes, I made love to you one night when you were drunk. 
You didn’t know it but I made love to you. Now I want to make love to you when you’re not 
drunk. Oh, Mother … I love you.”

She said nothing, but the blinking of her closed eyes came faster suddenly as though she 
were deliberating, trying to remember. Sidney kissed her blinking eyes until they were still and
then he boldly put his hand on her breast.

When she didn’t resist but took a deep breath and let his hand knead her breast he knew 
that they would make love unless she had a sudden change of mind. He knew he had to 
proceed gently, ever so gradually, so as not to jar her from her present mood. He wooed her, 
speaking softly in a low voice, massaging the bare breast and, finally, lowering his head to kiss
her nipple. She didn’t move when he parted her robe and began tenderly nibbling and 
planting soft kisses on both of her breasts. Her breath became audible, a steady wind-sound 
that resembled the word oh. It was not a spoken word, just a sound, a sound that told him she
was willing, aroused, a sound that told him to proceed.

If it had not been for Judy he would have frozen up, lacked the courage to go on, but this 
beautiful experience with another woman gave him the strength to continue. Judy had taught 
him and now he employed her lesson to conquer his own mother. Conquer? No, it was 
different than conquer. It was a deep need to be as intimate as possible with the female who 
had given him life, to embed himself in her and create a bond that could never be broken.

“Oh, Mother, I love you,” he said, and his own voice in his ears was like the wind.

And then it happened. “Sidney, I-love-you … love-you-too.” And her voice, too, was like 
the wind. “My son .., my boy.”

Very soon the wind became a storm-a tender, loving, and maternal storm that did not rage
and tear at the earth but caressed it. She was not sleeping, definitely, for she had spoken, but 
her eyes remained closed as her arms slipped about him and welcomed his nursing kisses at 
her breasts. She did not grip him hard but held him loosely, encouragingly, her restraint 
dictated only by her unwillingness to yield without reservation to this ancient taboo, this 
forbidden ground they were about to tread.

The silken blue robe slid from her body-oozed over her flesh as though it were 
mercury-and his cut-off denims took care of themselves. Then naked warmth … very close and
moving limbs … tide-like … a gentle clasp of sea and shore … mother and son united.

His mouth was tightly pressed to hers, his hands with a will of their own, touching and 
moving as though by rote, a memory of something never learned, never forgotten, their flesh 
one, which it really was, always had been, really was.

“Yes, do that with your hand … there and there and there … yes, do that.”

“I’m sorry.”

“It’s all right.”

“I’m sorry, but-”

“It’s all right. Do anything.”

“Everything?”

“Everything … anything you want. My son, my son.”

“Mommy … Mommy.”

“Yes, yes … all right … anything. See? I’m touching you, too. It’s all right … anything … 
everything.”

Sidney: home-warm between his mother’s legs; home-warm, slippery wet-warm fingers 
way up warm inside, breath-warm pillow breasts for palm, cheeks, snuggle, closer, press, come
now to me. come now to me. the fragrance of your breath, your voice a song, closer safe, the 
fragrance of your breath a song so close. and I am there in there pure-fucking a memory there
inside you.

He fucked his mother hard, his prick inside her cunt. But not too hard; she told him just 
how hard to fuck her. She was still his mother and he obeyed her instructions. She’d fucked 
lots more times than he had, not only with his father but with lots of other men she’d fucked. 
He held his mother’s ass and fucked her and listened to her voice, not the one he 
remembered a long time ago but her current voice as she fucked him back the way only a 
mother could fuck her twelve-year-old son. It wasn’t like fucking Bonnie or even Judy 
Bartholomew. Probably it wasn’t like any fuck he’d ever fuck again. It was pure-fuck; no fuck 
like it ever was or could be so pure-fuck as this fuck now with Mommy, her titties special too. 
Pure-feel and pure-fuck altogether at once inside her in there jiggling up and down. The 
fragrance of her breath a song so close.

Mimsy: baby mine, baby mine, all grown up. my man-baby mine, hold you close, don’t cry. 
don’t cry. I hole you close; so close, don’t cry. closer I’ll hole you. don’t cry. see it stand, your 
prick is diaper hard, diaper hard and plunging, bigger now. stiff and plunging, hungry, oh such
hunger, listen to the sounds, I hold you close, before and now. I hold you close, before and 
now. in me, in me before and now a seed, a seed, the bassinet is blue.

She held her boy-man in her arms and let him fuck her, and she fucked him back just as 
hard. She wondered if he’d fucked before. Wanda or who? Maybe she was his first. Strange, 
but he fucked just like his father when she loved the rotten son-of-a-bitch; before she kicked 
the bastard out. He held her ass the same way and fucked just the way his father did! From a 
fuck to a bulge in the tummy he’d grown, and his bones were strong and so was his brain. A 
marvel of a boy-man this fuck right now; this secret fuck. Sidney, Sidney! Christ, it better be a 
secret! Fucking your mother this way could ruin you! I open myself to you, boy-man, and for 
this instant I’ll forgot my crime. Fuck hard, my little baby-man. You’re inside where you belong.

What man ever had a better right to stick where you stick now? No, it’s wrong! I shouldn’t 
have let you in me; inside me again. Crazy to let you, but the bassinet was blue … blue … oh 
those incest blues.

*

His mother hadn’t come, Sidney knew. But he’d come. Boy, had he come! It was over now 
and he lay in place on top of her, his prick still hard and inside her. There was the faint odor of
cologne or perfume, he couldn’t tell which, in the warm place between her chin and her 
shoulder-her neck it was-and he nestled there, loving her and feeling much guilt. Judy 
Bartholomew had said something about mixed emotions being the price the young have to 
pay. Well, he had them now. More than ever before. He knew why his mother hadn’t come. 
She’d been carried away and excited, but she’d started thinking-thinking of what she was 
doing and who she was doing it with! And so she hadn’t come. She was still thinking, he could
tell, even as she patted him maternally now. She was patting his back lightly and lovingly and 
wondering what had possessed her to permit such a thing, but she still loved him because he 
was her son.

Sidney admired her immediate solution to the problem. When they parted, she rolled to 
her side and took the nap she had originally intended to take. He followed her lead and 
decided to take a nap too. It was the simplest thing to do. When they awakened it would be 
easy to think of the entire event as a kind of dream that had never happened. They would 
remember, of course, but taking a nap was really the only answer to both of their guilt 
feelings. Without a word, they went to sleep.

*

When Sidney woke up he was alone on the bed. His mother was taking a shower in the 
bathroom. He could hear the water running. She was still pursuing the easiest course for both 
of them and he gave her credit for being intelligent-more than just intelligent. Her robe was 
no longer on the floor, only his cut-off denims. He put the denims in his dresser and dressed 
in slacks and a tan shirt. Then he went into the living room, set up his chess pieces and ran 
through variations of the Queen’s Gambit and the Sicilian Defense. He knew them by heart 
but he went through them anyway. Sometimes he hit upon a possible new variation, but 
today he doubted if he’d be able to concentrate enough to discover a possible new line of 
play. Something new was always hard to find.

Pretty soon he heard his mother moving about in the kitchen. She turned on the radio and
he could hear light pop music floating from the kitchen. Yes, his mother was handling things 
brilliantly. There was no use running away from each other and there was no need to sit 
around and talk either. Everything was going perfectly under the circumstances. He listened to
the music and mechanically moved the chess men. His guilt had diminished and he guessed 
his mother felt better by now. He wanted to get a drink of water in the kitchen, but he went 
on moving the chessmen and waited for something to happen. When his mother finally called 
him, he knew she was every bit as discreet as Judith Bartholomew.

“Sidney, would you please take the papers out for me?” she asked.

“Sure, Mom,” he said. “Boy, they sure are full.”

“Yes, I think you forgot to empty them yesterday.”

“I’ll remember them next time,” he said. “Good boy.”

And that was it. When he returned, he watched television and his mother read a book.





CHAPTER EIGHT


For Sidney Tuttle, summer vacation grew unbearably dull. The days seemed endless. Even the 
grass in the front yard seemed to slow its rate of growth. It had been two haircuts and one 
mowing of the lawn since he had made love to his mother, who was seeing more and more of 
her boss, Rudy, and staying out later and later each night. He’d played baseball in the park 
with Lance Hulsey and some of his other friends a few times and twice he’d played chess with 
the old men who hung out there, but they weren’t very good players. The summer was 
definitely a drag. Usually, he was sound asleep when his mother got home and so he couldn’t 
even try to climb into bed with her. As for Bonnie, she’d gotten engaged to Arthur and Sidney 
gave up on her.

Today, Saturday, there was a romance-type matinee playing at the local theater. It was just 
the slurpy, sentimental kind of thing.

Wanda Kreitzer would like, he decided, so he rode his bike over to her house to see if she 
wanted to go with him. He could have called her on the phone but he decided in favor of the 
casual approach.

When he rang the doorbell of the big flagstone house, Wanda came to the door. “Hi, 
Sidney. Come on in.”

The grass had been growing in Sidney’s front yard and so had Wanda’s breasts been 
growing. She’d gained a little weight during vacation but it looked good on her. Her hips 
bulged nicely inside her skin-tight denims and her straight, dark blonde hair was shiny and 
hung below her shoulders. Sidney wondered if the hair on her pussy was the same shade as 
the hair on her head.

“Hey, how would you like to go to the movies with me this afternoon?” he said.

“That sounds wonderful,” she said. “It’s very nice of you to ask me, Sidney. Let me check 
with my mother. Don’t just stand there, dopey. Come on in.”

Sidney went in and sat down on the couch while Wanda checked with her mother. 
Wanda’s mother was a thin, nervous, suspicious woman who imagined that all boys had evil 
intentions regarding her daughter. Sidney liked her, but more important he respected her 
because she was absolutely correct about the designs boys had on Wanda. Wanda’s 
development was proceeding nicely and Mrs. Kreitzer was nobody’s fool, which was more 
than Sidney could say for Mr. Kreitzer whose chess game seemed to be getting worse all the 
time.

Sidney sat on the couch, admiring the interior of the large, plush house and occasionally 
glancing through the sliding glass doors at the big swimming pool in the bushy backyard. He 
was astonished that a lousy chess player like Mr. Kreitzer could earn enough money to afford 
a layout like this. He guessed that he would have to get into the real estate game someday, 
too.

In a moment, Wanda and her suspicious mother came into the living room. Mrs. Kreitzer 
was smiling but her eyes were all-knowing. “Hello, Sidney. It’s very sweet of you to ask Wanda 
to the movies.”

Sidney stood up, a model of politeness. He affected the right amount of shyness and even 
managed a slight stammer. “Good afternoon, Mrs. Kreitzer. Yes, I thought Wanda might enjoy 
the picture. It’s a G-rated film, of course. Good, clean entertainment.”

“Naturally,” she said, nodding, impressed.

Sidney had pinpointed Mrs. Kreitzer’s weakness a long time ago and now she was easily 
manageable, although she was not a pushover opponent like her husband. Nobody could be. 
Mrs. Kreitzer reasoned that any boy who could win the city chess finals and nearly the state 
finals was such a bookworm that he posed no threat to her daughter’s virginity. Mr. Kreitzer 
had probably helped her reach this conclusion, Sidney guessed.

“What time would you like your daughter home?” Sidney asked, moving in for checkmate, 
closing the deal. He thought of himself as shark-like, stealthy, easily outwitting his prey. The 
perfect timing of his question caught Mrs. Kretizer unprepared. It was the timing that was 
important.

“Well, Wanda is grounded for . a week-not supposed to go out anywhere until she learns 
to stop sassing her parents-but under the circumstances I-I suppose one movie wouldn’t hurt.
I suppose as long she’s home by dinnertime it’s all right. We’re playing bridge with the 
McGraws and won’t be home until later. Tess will fix her dinner. Try to have her home by then.”
Tess was the Kreitzers’ maid. “I will, ma’am,” Sidney said. “Most assuredly, Mrs. Kreitzer.”

“Oh, thank you, Mother!” Wanda squealed, kissing her mother.

“It’s only because it’s Sidney,” Mrs. Kreitzer said, surrendering reluctantly. “Have a good 
time, children.”

“We will,” they assured her, and left.

Wanda was delighted to get out of the house. Walking to the movie she even skipped part
of the way. But once inside the darkness of the theater her gratitude waned and her liberator’s
hands were restricted to the upper half of her body. Sidney tried everything. He even refused 
to buy her a second bag of popcorn. Her boobs were getting bigger, true, and they were nice 
to feel but he resented her “clenched knees” policy each time he tried to reach her pussy. He 
had to settle for bare titty, nothing more. She was a lot smarter than her parents and it pissed 
him off. No matter how he varied his attack her defense was unassailable. Wanda was a nice 
girl and very pretty. He really liked her, but she was a prude when it came to sex and he 
couldn’t understand why she wouldn’t just relax and let him play with her pussy in the dark. 
Nobody would know because nobody could see, so what difference did it make? When she 
got older she would probably be sucking cocks like Bonnie and Miss Bartholomew and his 
mother, so why wouldn’t she just let him touch her cunt? All he wanted to was touch it, for 
God’s sake! Was he asking her to suck his cock? Hell, no. So why? Why? Why? Why? He 
wished she played chess. At least he could outwit her at that. But this sex game with girls his 
own age bewildered him because he kept losing. It drove him nuts.

And then a possible solution came to him. Wanda’s mother had said they were going to 
play bridge and wouldn’t be home until late. Only the maid would be there. Good, he thought,
exploring the possibilities. He would get Wanda out in one of the dressing rooms by the 
swimming pool and employ force if necessary. He wouldn’t rape her, but he intended to get 
something more that just bare titty. It was her own fault. She had driven him to desperation. 
He relaxed now, ceased his attack and began concentrating on the movie. “Would you like 
another bag of popcorn?” he asked.

“Why, yes,” Wanda said, surprised. “That’s very nice of you, Sidney. Yes, please. I would.”

“Do you want butter on it?”

Now Wanda was really surprised. “Oh, yummy!” she said, cuddling up. “Yes, with butter!”

Sidney purposely ignored her display of affection. He didn’t even try to put his hand on 
her knee. “Be back in a minute,” he said.

When he returned, he didn’t touch Wanda anywhere-not anywhere at all. He stared at the 
screen and listened to her chew her buttered popcorn and planned his next move in the 
Kreitzers’ swimming pool dressing room while the movie dragged on and on. When the thing 
finally ended and everybody was happy and the hero and heroine had kissed, Sidney led 
Wanda up the aisle toward the lobby and they waved hello to all the kids they knew from 
school. Outside, they held hands as they walked to Wanda’s house.

“Thanks a lot for taking me to the movie,” Wanda said. “And for the popcorn, too.” She 
kissed him on the cheek. “You’re one of the nicest boys I know. Really, Sid.”

She squeezed his hand hard and Sidney realized that he really liked her. He didn’t blame 
her for not letting him rape her in the theater. She acted the way girls her age were supposed 
to act. She’d been raised that way and to expect her to act any other way would be ridiculous. 
She was eager to please but she was sweet and good and pretty and he respected her. What 
did he expect her to do? Act like Bonnie or his mother? No, of course not. And the idea of 
bribing her with popcorn was juvenile and beneath him. He liked the way she walked and her 
voice and the way her hair shone in the late-afternoon sun. He couldn’t imagine her sassing 
her parents. She was too much a little lady, but evidently she had. He bet she was sorry, 
though, because basically the Kreitzers were fine people. When he got married someday and 
had a daughter he’d be glad if his daughter turned out like Wanda who kept her knees 
together in the movies. What the hell … still, he couldn’t get the thought of jumping her in the
dressing room out of his mind. They went up the front walk of Wanda’s house and she 
opened the door now.

“The sun’s still out,” he said. “Why don’t we take a swim?”

“All right,” she agreed. “Tess? Tess?” she called as they entered the living room.

Tess came out from the kitchen, wearing her white uniform. Sidney had seen her lots of 
times before. Actually, she wasn’t just a maid. She had become almost part of the family. She 
cleaned and cooked and did whatever she thought was needed because, in a way, the house 
had become partly her own house. She was from Sweden and spoke with a slight accent.

“What is it, Wanda? I’m not next door. You don’t have to yell,” she said.

“Sorry,” Wanda said, smiling. “I didn’t know where you were. Is it okay if I eat in an hour or 
so? Sidney and I want to take a swim.”

“Certainly. You and Sidney go and take a swim. No rush. Hello, Sidney.”

“Hi, Miss Swanson.” Sidney always called Tess by her last name because of her age, sixtyish,
he guessed.

Sidney followed Wanda outside and they walked across the patio to the dressing rooms 
on the far side of the pool. Wanda went in the women’s side and Sidney went in the men’s. 
Sidney selected the maroon bathing suit he’d worn several other times from the pile of swim 
suits in the drawer and quickly changed. When he had finished he grabbed one of the towels 
that hung on the wall, went over to the women’s side, entered and shut the door behind him.

“Sidney!” Wanda said, shocked. “What-what are you doing in here? I’m not ready yet!” He 
could see that she wasn’t ready. Her polka dot bikini lay on the bench beside her. She had 
removed all her clothing except her pink panties. He took a step toward her, but she backed 
away.

“You better get out of here, Sidney,” she said.

“I’m not kidding.”

The sight of Wanda’s firm little titties and the swell of her young hips and bulge of her ass 
already had Sidney’s cock stiff as a ram’s horn. He took another step toward her and reached 
out, but she dodged him. Despite herself, she began giggling at the thrill of the chase, at 
being cornered this way in her own dressing room as they sidestepped back and forth, the 
pursuer and the pursued.

“Sidney!” she said in a very loud whisper. “You can’t do this! What are you thinking of? 
You-you can’t do this. You stop it. Stop it now and get out of here.”

They were both giggling now. In a moment, Sidney held her by the wrists and she bent 
forward, trying to wrench her hands free. But Sidney held on tight, laughing. “I’ve come to get 
you at last,” he said. “You’re not going to get away this time, Wanda. Come on. I won’t hurt 
you. I just want to play. Honest.”

“Yeah, I know what kind of play you mean, Sidney. You can’t do this. You can’t.”

“Oh, yes I can. Want to see?”

Wanda tried to sound serious as she protested, but she was giggling still and not trying to 
break his hold on her wrists as she had before.

“You’re going to get it, Wanda,” he said. “Now you’re going to get it.”

“Oh, no, I’m not. No, I’m not. I’m going to tell my mother if you don’t let me go. I’ll yell for 
Tess, Sidney. I mean it.”

But she didn’t yell and when he pulled her down to the big fluffy white throw rug on the 
linoleum floor she seemed to be enjoying the struggle. Sidney was glad that she hadn’t yelled 
for Tess, because he would have had to run and jump in the pool with his hard-on showing 
and pretend that nothing had happened.

She spotted his hard-on now and pretended to be frightened, but he could tell she was 
intrigued. Her eyes grew wider. “Sidney, if you-if you try to stick that thing in me I’ll scream 
murder. I mean it. I really will.”

“Don’t be silly,” he said, still tussling with her on the rug, although she was being more 
cooperative now. He was sure that now that they were alone all the situation required was a 
little salesmanship; reassurance that he didn’t plan to rape her or do anything really stupid. 
His heart thumped hard against his chest, though, and it was difficult being persuasive now 
that he was so excited.

“Hold still, Wanda. I’m not going to hurt you. We’re friends.” His voice was shaky and he 
longed to feel her all over and it was really tough being tactful with a hard-on and feeling the 
way he felt.

“If we were friends, you wouldn’t do this to me.”

“How do you know what I want to do to you?” Her breath was coming fast, too. “What do 
you want to do to me?”

“I just want to touch you. I won’t do anything else. I won’t try to make you 
pregnant-anything like that. Honest. I’ll just touch you and that’s all. Just a little bit? If I really 
bothered you, you’d tell your parents and then I’d get in trouble, right? Just let me do what I 
want for a little while and that’s it. You can tell me when to stop whenever you want.”

Wanda had completely relaxed now. She lay there on her back and he still had her arms 
pinned to the rug over her head, but he wasn’t holding her wrists hard at all now. The look in 
her eyes had changed and he could tell that she liked being this way. “I can tell you to stop 
whenever I want and you’ll do it?” she asked.

“Yes, I promise. I think you’re beautiful, Wanda. I love you.” His voice was really quivery 
now. “I’ve always admired you.”

He did admire her, more than ever. She was so smooth and her hair so soft and her body 
was so beautiful there on the white rug beneath him. He wanted to kiss her pretty face all over
and then kiss and suck on her little titties and run his hand over her pussy and put his finger in
her wet little slit and, oh, he wished he could fuck her, because if he could put his thing in 
between her legs he would give anything, anything to fuck this pretty girl. He had never 
fucked a girl his own age before and his feelings now for her were different. He really wanted 
to fuck her and it would be their secret and it would be beautiful, beautiful to fuck her little 
pussy and they would really love each other. He could hold her hand right in front of everyone
but only they would know they had done it. It! DONE IT TOGETHER! And maybe they could do
it other times this summer and then walk around holding hands and knowing they had done 
IT together.

He really loved her. He wanted to marry her! He wanted to marry Wanda and take her 
away from her parents and spend all his time with her away from everybody. Just the two of 
them married and holding hands and doing it together all they wanted. He would get a job 
and slave and slave and get her a bigger house and swimming pool than her parents had 
because he worshipped everything about her.

He kissed her cheek and it was fever-hot. Her beautiful eyes were closed so she could 
pretend none of this was happening, not her fault, not responsible even though he knew she 
liked the idea now, maybe had liked the idea for a long time now and wanted it. Why 
shouldn’t she? It was nice and she knew he wouldn’t hurt her. So why shouldn’t she like it? Oh,
she did like it, loved it, and, oh, he wished he could fuck her.

Her voice was a breathy whisper in his ear. “You promise you’ll stop if I tell you, Sidney?”

“I promise. I love you, Wanda.” He released her wrists from above her head and she put 
her arms around his neck and hugged him lightly. “I like you too, Sidney. You’re nice. I trust 
you and you said you love me, so okay, since you promise. Also I love you, too, I think.”

Sidney ran his trembling hands over her shoulder and palmed her bare breasts as he 
continued kissing her flushed cheeks and parted lips. He resisted telling her about wanting to 
marry her this instant, because he wasn’t sure of anything at the moment and he didn’t want 
to lie, but he nearly did tell her he was going to marry her whether she wanted to or not, 
because he loved her.

“You’re the most beautiful girl in the world,” he said, and he thought he meant it, but he 
forced himself to shut up. He licked at her little nipples with his tongue now and then he took 
them gently into his mouth and sucked on them. He wanted her to like everything, 
because-oh, no, he had promised-because he had to fuck her, just had to. No, he wanted her 
to like everything, because she was wonderful even to let him do what he was doing. Fucking 
was definitely out, out, absolutely out. He didn’t want to take advantage of her even if she 
asked him to fuck her, but, oh, he wanted to fuck her, because she was so beautiful. Still, he 
would not even try to fuck her, no. Well, maybe he would. No, he had promised.

“Sidney … Sidney … you’re so experienced … ummm … you won’t hate me later?”

“No, I love you,” he said, lifting his mouth from her breast. “You’re so beautiful for letting 
me just-just do this. How could I ever hate you?”

His hand, which had been rubbing her little protruding tummy, settled on her soft nest 
and then roamed over her hips and under her bottom and up and down the insides of her 
legs. She spread her legs apart just a little and sighed and kissed him again and again on the 
lips, full on his mouth.

Her panties were still on though and he wanted to feel her whole body, feel her bare skin 
and touch her bare pussy, not just through the sheer material. He raised up on one elbow and
began tugging at the elastic band of her panties along the top. She raised up and let him slide
them down over her knees and ankles until they were off. Then he told her he loved her again 
and resumed fondling her below the waist. At first he dipped his finger just into the very top 
of her pussy and touched her clitoris very lightly. It was pretty dry there and so he slowly ran 
his finger lower, gathering up her love juice along her tight little hole and returned to her clit 
with his finger wet now.

“Sidney … you are experienced … I-I can tell. No boy has ever even touched me down 
there, but I can tell you know about this. You promise you won’t put your thing inside me? I’m 
afraid. I’m sorry but I’m afraid and you promised. Do you still promise?”

“I promise,” he gasped.

That seemed to be what she had been waiting for-that final promise-because now she 
spread her legs wider apart and kissed him furiously. She began thrusting her hips a little in 
response to his moving finger on her clitoris. “Sidneeee … Oh … ummm.”

“I won’t put my thing inside you,” he said, “but we can do everything else. We can do 
anything we want if I don’t do that?”

“Yes … yes, you can … because you promised … ummm.”

Sidney took her hand and placed it on the bulge at the crotch of his bathing suit. She 
pulled away slightly at first, but when he put her hand there again she squeezed. Braver then, 
he lowered his trunks and pressed her hand to his bare organ. Her response was immediate. It
was as though all the pent-up curiosity and desire of a lifetime had burst free and she clasped 
his stout penis firmly in her hand and stroked it with abandon. Then her hands moved 
fumblingly over his genitals, exploring his testicles and every nook and wrinkle of his bulging 
penis. Her mouth opened wider against his and their tongues darted in a frenzy as they 
manipulated each other’s sex organs.

“It’s dripping and so hard,” she said. “It’s so big and nice and you won’t try to put it in me, 
will you?”

“No.” His hand made brief departures from her clitoris and rubbed all over her pussy lips.

“I want you to stick it inside, but you promised you wouldn’t.”

“I know I did promise,” he said, “but that was a while back.”

He pressed his mouth very hard against hers now and shoved his middle finger slowly up 
inside her and began sliding it in and out, in and out, simulating fucking. Her hips moved, 
anticipating each thrust of his finger into her dripping heat and, together, they set up a 
rhythm that was so close to actual fucking Sidney decided that if he put his prick inside her he
really wouldn’t be breaking his promise not to try and fuck her, because what he was doing 
with his finger was so close to fucking anyway that they might as well go ahead and fuck. 
There wouldn’t be any breaking of promises involved since it would just be his prick instead of
his finger there inside her. Almost the same. Nearly identical. He bet she felt the same way, 
too.

“Oh, Sidney,” she breathed. “I do want it. What, you’re doing is just like having your thing 
inside me, isn’t it?”

“Yes. Almost,” he said. “But almost isn’t the same for me. Let’s go ahead and do it so it will 
be the same for both of us. Okay?”

“Okay, but if you make me pregnant I’ll die. No, you better not, Sidney. No.” Her pussy was
really pushing against his finger now.

“Just a minute.” Sidney said. He stopped kissing her mouth and began kissing and licking 
her breasts again while his finger kept working inside her cunt. He moved down lower, lower, 
until his mouth was next to his jabbing finger. He stuck his tongue against her clitoris and 
wiggled it back and forth. Then he took his finger out and began licking all over her pussy, all 
up and down the length of it. It tasted nice and sweet and fresh but he didn’t lose his head. 
He didn’t want to frighten her. He was very tender and gentle as he lapped her pussy and 
encircled her clit with his tongue. He jiggled her mound above with his palm as he licked her 
and she began trembling all over.

For a long time she didn’t utter a sound, just jiggled and breathed in short bursts that told 
him she was probably hot enough to do anything, fuck or anything. The problem was, should 
he actually fuck her? Because now he was sure she would let him do anything, absolutely 
anything he wanted. All he had to do was raise up and fit himself to her and they would be 
fucking, but that would be breaking his promise to her.

He decided to break his promise. First, though, he would make sure she wasn’t afraid. He 
had enough presence of mind to get her permission and make sure she wasn’t afraid because 
he wanted her to like it when he broke his promise not to fuck her. Besides, he was going to 
fuck her whether she gave him permission or not but he didn’t want her to scream and rouse 
the whole neighborhood. So he decided it was better to get her permission. Anyway, he was 
very sure she wanted to fuck just as much as he did so it was going to be easy to get her 
permission.

“I’m going to put my thing inside you,” he said. “It’ll be just like my finger in there. Only 
better. Oh, a lot better, and you don’t have to worry about getting pregnant because I’ll stop 
before I finish.” He jiggled his finger faster against her clit as he spoke. “Okay?”

“Okay,” she breathed. “Hurry, Sidney.”

“And I won’t be breaking my promise, will I?”

“No,” she said. “Not if you stop in time. Hurry and put it inside me.”

Sidney spread her legs wide apart on the thick, fluffy rug. He scooted into position on his 
knees and Wanda’s legs and arms wrapped around him instantly. It took him a moment to 
find the right place, to place the tip of his cock at the exact entrance of her hole, but finally, 
using his fingers to locate the center of her cunt, he was able to begin slipping the end of his 
prick into the tight entrance of her channel. He proceeded as gently and as slowly as he could 
because it was narrow even though it was willing and he couldn’t just jam himself into her 
even if he’d wanted to.

It was really a clenching pussy, not anything like the other pussies he’d fucked, but Wanda 
didn’t seem to be thinking about this problem at all. She was holding his bottom hard and 
pulling as hard as she could, too, trying to get him inside of her as fast as possible. He 
wondered why he had even bothered to ask her permission because she was going nuts, 
absolutely crazy, trying to get his prick in her cunt and not worrying about getting pregnant, 
not worrying about anything but just getting fucked right now.

“Put it in! Put it in!” she cried. “Put your thing inside me Sidney. Hurry up and get it in. 
Hurry!”

Sidney pushed, exerting as much pressure as he could without hurting her, but the going 
was slow. Wanda said “ouch” once but she didn’t seem to understand that these things took 
time. Now that she’d given him permission and they’d actually started to screw she was 
freaking out on him and demanding that his entire cock get all the way inside of her in a 
matter of seconds. Women were weird, really weird, but it felt so damn good, oh, it felt good 
and getting better all the time.

Sidney’s prick was more than halfway in now and it was getting better all the time-hot and
slippery but still very, very tight. He gave one final shove and then he was in to the hilt and up 
all the way inside his beautiful Wanda. She emitted a sharp cry of pain as he pierced to the 
core of her and her cry startled him. He waited for a few seconds to make sure everything was 
all right. Then he began fucking. He held her trembling bottom with one hand, assisting her in
maintaining some semblance of a rhythm. She was inclined to get carried away and jiggle her 
ass very rapidly for a time and then nearly slow to a crawl.

He used much patience and nearly all the strength of his right arm in guiding her tempo 
and instructing her in the art of steady fucking. But each time he thought she understood that
a boy and a girl were supposed to work together at establishing a steady friction she would 
whimper and begin wiggling her bottom like a rabbit’s. Then he would have to clutch the 
cheeks of her smooth little ass harder again in his hand and level her off so that they were 
working as a team again. Timework, he thought. He almost said the word out loud so that she 
would understand. But he didn’t. He loved her and he didn’t want to make her feel that she 
was an inexperienced newcomer to sex. Besides, even though she wasn’t a veteran fucker and 
didn’t set up a true rhythm there was something beautiful about the way she got all carried 
away and thrashed her agile little body all around excitedly. Boy, did he love fucking her! He 
really did love her.

“I love you, Wanda. Let’s take our time. I want it to last forever,” he said.

She was grunting and moaning and didn’t even seem to hear him. If anything, she got 
even more excited and tried to move her bottom in all directions at once. Again, he steadied 
her and drove his pecker (at least he tried to) in some motion that resembled a mature stroke.
When he’d watched Jeff fucking his mother that day at his house, Jeff had seemed in 
complete control-a master craftsman-and that’s the way Sidney wanted to be. He liked 
holding Wanda’s bottom hard and playing the role of patient instructor-indoctrinating her, 
teaching her, initiating her.

Yes, he would make a splendid fuck out of her and then take her away and marry her and 
keep her all to himself for ever and ever and if anybody ever came sniffing around her he 
would kill him. She was all his and nobody better ever touch her or they were really in for 
trouble. He would protect her forever and ever.

All of a sudden he didn’t feel like a patient instructor though. He stopped thinking about 
steady strokes or control or being a master craftsman. All he knew was that it felt good-so 
good it was better than anything-and he didn’t care if beautiful Wanda was a little erratic in 
her thrusts at his cock. He wasn’t so sure she didn’t have the right idea after all. He forgot 
about being steady and rhythmic and joined her in doing just what came naturally and then 
they were both flailing and slamming faster with their pelvises and rocking there on the fluffy 
rug.

“Sidney, oh, you are experienced at this! Sid … ney! Sidney! You’re wonderful. I love you, 
Sidney! I love youuuuu. Ummm. You have to stop though, huh? You have to. When do you 
have to stop? Don’t forget. Oh, no. Don’t stop! Don’t stop! Do you have to stop now? Don’t 
finish and make me pregnant. Don’t dare!”

“I know when,” he said. “Don’t worry. I love you … I’ll stop when-when it’s time. I’ll stop.”

“Sidney, what if you don’t stop? DON’T STOP! DON’T STOP! YOU CAN’T STOP. I WON’T LET
YOU STOP! I LOVE YOU!”

“Pretty soon I’ll have to stop,” he said. “I love you and I don’t want to but I’ll have to stop. I
don’t want to … I don’t want to….”

“Don’t stop right now though,” she said. “Stop in time but don’t stop right now.”

Wanda was tossing her body all over the rug now. She was completely out of it, Sidney 
could tell. He didn’t have to stop if he didn’t want to. She wouldn’t know the difference. She 
was holding his shoulders with remarkable strength, throwing her pussy up at him and 
making beautiful little love grunt after beautiful love grunt-panting furiously and going for her
finish. All the signs were there. She was ready and almost there-almost ready to come. It 
would be her first come with a prick inside her and, oh, he was glad it was his prick inside her 
that was going to make her come. He never wanted anybody else’s prick inside her but his. 
There she went … there she went … she was coming now, clutching harder and harder with her
fingers digging into his shoulders and moaning higher and louder, squealing as she got there,
bucking and panting and crying, “Love you, love you … Sidney … Ohhhhh ..

He had waited a little too long, not timed himself quite right, and he had to hurry now and
finish quickly. He imitated Wanda’s quick little thrusts of the butt, jiggling, jiggling, faster, 
faster. He held her buttocks hard and concentrated on how beautiful she was and how much 
he loved her and that this was her first fuck with a boy. Nothing could ever change the fact he 
had been inside her first-the very first one there. Maybe he would be the only one ever, but he
was the first, the very first; he fucked Wanda first and made her come. He fucked Wanda, his 
Wanda, always his, beautiful, beautiful Wanda, and then he was there, too, and it was insane to
leave and take his prick from inside her but he had to, had to….

With great effort-an effort he didn’t even consider possible for an instant-he tore his prick 
from the warm recess of Wanda’s beautiful body and let his sperm spill onto her stomach. His 
cock jolted violently and his entire body bucked involuntarily; his shoulders, which Wanda still 
gripped, bucking most fiercely of all. Finally, he fell onto her, bracing the impact against her so
that he didn’t hurt her, crush her, and then he lay gasping in her ear. He could feel the slippery
ooze of his spend on her tummy against his dwindling organ. There was a lot-probably more 
than he’d ever spurted be fore-and all of a sudden he was glad he hadn’t shot his juice inside 
her. He had wanted to, desperately, more than anything, but now he was grateful he had been
able to stop himself in time. He loved Wanda and making her pregnant would ruin everything.
It would be awful for her getting all big and having to go to school pregnant. Her parents 
would kill him probably, too, and it would be a terrible way to start a marriage. Yes, marriage. 
It was funny. He had come but he still loved her and thought of getting married to her … 
Wanda … his little wife … his forever.

“We-we better get dressed and go out by the pool,” Wanda said finally. “Tess will wonder 
where we are.”

“Yes, I guess you’re right,” Sidney said. “You’re not angry?”

She stood up and turned her back to him as though she were ashamed as she got into her
bikini. God, was she mad at him?

“I didn’t do anything inside you,” he said. “Wanda, I stopped in time. I love you, Wanda. 
Don’t be mad.” He took her by the shoulders and turned her so that she faced him. She didn’t 
look into his eyes.

“We didn’t do anything wrong, Wanda. I do love you.”

She leaned against his chest. “I love you too, Sidney. I’m not angry. I just don’t want to talk
about it right now. Get into your suit now and let’s swim. I just feel a little guilty, is all.”

“I feel a little guilty too,” he said. “But I love you and I’m going to marry you, Wanda. I 
mean it.”

She looked into his eyes and smiled and he could tell that she was moved. She was his 
Wanda again. Her eyes were tear-bright. “When we’re older I’ll marry you,” she said. “You’re a 
nice boy. Wonderful. Let’s go out and swim now, Sidney.”

“Okay, wife,” he said. “Here comes the bride.”

She went to the door and opened it. “All dressed in white,” she said, giggling, and then she
ran to the blue water and dived in. Sidney was right behind her. He didn’t want to be away 
from her. He wanted to stay close, even in the water.





CHAPTER NINE


Everybody seemed to be getting engaged. First Arthur and Bonnie had gotten engaged and 
then, one evening after dinner, Sidney’s mother told him that she and Rudy were engaged. 
Sidney took the news without displaying any emotion but the truth was, he suddenly felt very 
insecure. If his mother married Rudy, where would they live? Would Rudy be like a lot of 
stepfathers he had heard of and be jealous of his stepson? Bonnie wouldn’t be around 
anymore, either. Everything seemed to be falling apart. Living with his mother and Bonnie and
watching the parade of boyfriends coming and going hadn’t exactly been a normal way of life 
but, in a way, he had come to think of Bonnie and his mother as his family. Sidney’s first 
impulse was to tell his mother that he was engaged himself, that her getting married didn’t 
mean a damn thing to him, because he was going to marry Wanda Kreitzer and run away 
himself.

Instead, he just nodded. Then, before he cried, he said, “Congratulations,” and went back 
to the bedroom and lay down on his bed with his face in the pillow. Wanda was the only 
person left for him in the world, he thought, and even Wanda had been acting a little weird 
toward him lately. He’d phoned her twice and each time she’d sounded very cool and distant, 
as though they had never even screwed that day on the dressing room floor.

Despair engulfed him. He pressed his face harder into the pillow and decided to wait a few
more days before calling Wanda again. Maybe he wouldn’t even call her at all. He didn’t know.
All he knew was that his mother was going to get married and everything was going to be 
different, maybe even terrible. He thought of his father. Next week was his birthday and his 
father would probably send him a birthday card. He usually did. Sometimes, too, he even 
wrote a little note that didn’t really say anything-something like: Happy thirteenth birthday, 
son. Hope you are happy and well. Love, Dad. Sidney always checked the postmark to see 
what part of the country his father had wandered to now. He wished his father were here so 
that he could talk to him about Wanda and all the things that were bothering him. But Sidney 
knew he would probably never see his father again. He was behind in his child support 
payments and there was a warrant out for his arrest. For all Sidney knew he was in jail this 
instant.

Sidney lay on the bed for a long time. Finally, he got up, put on his windbreaker, and left 
without speaking to Bonnie or his mother. His mother said something about eating dinner, 
but he went out without even answering her. He walked over to the bowling alley and bought 
a bag of peanuts and watched the men and women laughing and rolling the big black balls 
down the alleys. He wished Wanda were with him so that they could bowl together. He felt all 
hollow inside and the thought of Wanda made him feel worse. He missed her.

He left the bowling alley and walked in the dusk down the residential streets toward 
Wanda’s house. He thought of telephoning her again, but held to his decision to wait a few 
more days before calling her again. The street lights were beginning to come on now and he 
walked slowly, his hands in the pockets of his jeans. When he reached Wanda’s house, he 
crossed the street and stood watching the lighted windows from a distance. Something 
caught in his throat and for an instant he thought he might cry, but he didn’t. He forced the 
picture of her shiny hair and the way she walked from his mind and he refused to think of her 
voice and that afternoon in the dressing room with her.

He had been standing there a long time, for suddenly he realized it had grown dark. He 
decided to move on before somebody thought he was a Peeping Tom and called the police. 
There was no point in going to jail. Or was there? Maybe his father would be there, he 
thought, and they could have a long talk together. No, two Tuttles in jail at the same time 
would be ridiculous. His mother would probably have Rudy come down and bail him out and 
there would be a big scene.

He decided to mosey over to the recreation center and play a game of chess with one of 
the old men there. He didn’t even look over his shoulder at Wanda Kreitzer’s big flagstone 
house as he moved on. He crossed a busy boulevard and a woman screamed from the 
window of her car at him. “What the hell’s the matter with you?” she yelled. “Can’t you see the 
light’s red?”

He didn’t care. He passed the lighted store fronts without even looking inside Jensen’s 
Hobby Shop and pretty soon he came to the recreation center. They’d remodeled it just 
before summer vacation and it was much bigger and more modern that it used to be, but the 
old men still gathered in the corner and played chess and checkers and dominoes. They were 
pretty nice old guys and a few of them even remembered him and said hello. He had beaten 
all of them at chess which for some reason seemed to amuse them. They would gather around
him as he took them on one at a time and chuckle amongst themselves as he beat them with 
ease. Sometimes he would even spot them a piece and still beat them. It didn’t matter.

Tonight he sat down with the old man they called “Regis”-one of the youngest of the 
oldsters-and Sidney moved the chess pieces even more rapidly than usual, throwing them 
with confidence at the checkered board as though they were hot darts each time old Regis 
stopped stroking his beard and finally made his move. Moving with speed and precision, 
Sidney won four straight games and the old men muttered, as always, in astonishment at the 
performance of this young virtuoso who could not lose.

And then, with the steady bah-deep bah-doop of the ping-pong balls in the background, 
what could not happen finally happened. Sidney erred. Moving hastily with dazzling speed, 
Sidney blundered and lost the first chess game any of the oldsters could remember. At first 
they were stunned. They stood there in hushed silence, staring at the board in disbelief. 
Sidney stood and shook hands with his opponent who was instantly swarmed over by his 
congratulating cronies.

“You’re the new champ,” Sidney said, smiling sincerely. “Congratulations, Mr. Krebs. You 
got me that time, all right.” He liked these old fellows. They loved warm days and their chess 
and their conversations together. Besides, Sidney thought, it was about time he lost. Nobody 
could win forever and now they would have a new hero, something to relive and mull over 
again and again. When the days grew cold and their bones ached they would be analyzing 
and re-analyzing the game, recalling with pleasure the day the “wonder boy” had fallen.

“I have to leave now,” Sidney said in a friendly voice. “But I’ll be back for revenge.

Don’t think I won’t.”

They shook his hand firmly, one by one, and made him promise to come back soon. He 
assured them he would and left feeling comfortable and good inside. Losing had actually 
been fun. It had taken his mind off Wanda, Rudy, everything.

When Sidney arrived back home, his mother asked where he had been and he told her he 
had just been out wandering around. It was then that he learned why Wanda had been acting 
so coolly toward him. The guilts had gotten the best of her. She had told her parents about 
their screwing in the dressing room and Mrs. Kreitzer had telephoned his mother to inform 
her that Sidney was no longer welcome at the Kreitzer residence.

Sidney listened with proper shame as his mother delivered the inevitable lecture and when
it was finally over he went to his room (their room, really) as his mother instructed. His mother
had not been angry in delivering her reprimand. How could she be? She herself had made 
love with her son. But there had been a firmness, even a disappointment in her voice, and 
Sidney guessed that by some circuitous logic she even blamed herself for her son’s sexual 
dalliance with this young girl.

Sidney lay on his bed in his pajamas thinking about everything that had ever happened to 
him until it grew late, very late, so late his mother finally came to bed. He saw her, naked and 
barefoot as she tiptoed into the room against the light of the hallway. She closed the door 
quietly behind her and slipped into bed.

“Mother?”

“What is it, Sidney,” she said evenly.

“I’m sorry.” He got up and went over and climbed into bed beside her. “Everything will be 
all right. I promise. It was just something that happened. It won’t ever happen again.”

She hugged him close. Even though she was naked she pulled him to her. “Of course it will
happen again. It’s perfectly natural,” she said. “But you’ll have to-have to wait, that’s all. You 
can’t do that sort of thing with thirteen-year-old girls and expect their parents to understand. 
Boys are one thing. Girls are something else. They’re supposed to be angels until they’re 
married.” She gave a strange laugh. “Then all at once they’re supposed to be-well, warm and 
loving bed partners. The reasons are complicated, but I had to scold you. I’m sorry if I was 
cross. I don’t know. Maybe the whole episode is even my fault. I’m-I’m not sure.”

“It isn’t your fault, Mom. It would have happened with Wanda even if-” He stopped.

“You mean even if you and I hadn’t made love. Is that what you were going to say, 
Sidney?”

“Yes.” Sidney suddenly took off his pajama bottoms and pressed his erection firmly into his
mother’s warm tummy.

“Oh, Sidney. No, no.” Her voice didn’t sound harsh, just confused and troubled. “We 
mustn’t ever do it again. Not ever. It-it just isn’t done.

I’m your mother, Sidney. Go to your own bed. A mother can’t do that with her own son … 
she … she just can’t. Do as I tell you. Go to your own bed now. Please, Sidney.”

“I know we’re not supposed to do it,” he said, “but I want to do it just once more. Just 
once more. Please? I’ll never ask again, but just once more.”

“No, Sidney. Go. You mustn’t ask this of me.

You mustn’t … mustn’t.”

“You’re really going to marry that Rudy?”

“Yes,” she breathed, “for-for both of us. Please understand.” She didn’t seem to mind his 
hard-on and being so close now. “It will be difficult for you, Sidney, I know, but you must 
understand. These things will make sense when you’re older. A woman marries a man for 
many reasons-love and lots of other things.”

“You don’t love him,” Sidney said. “I know you don’t love him.”

“Yes I do-in a way I do. Oh, I don’t want to talk about it anymore. It’s difficult enough. 
Sidney … Sidney … we mustn’t be this way together ever again … not ever.”

“Okay,” he said, pressing his organ even more obviously against his mother’s body. He 
moved his hips from side to side so that his erection massaged her stomach. He touched her 
breast with his hand at the same time. “Okay, we won’t ever be close like this again after 
tonight. Not ever again. Tonight will be the last time. Oh, Mother … Mother.”

She crushed his head against her bosom, clutching his body tightly to hers. “Never, never 
again … after tonight never … never again, Sidney.”

“Just tonight,” he moaned. “The very last time.”

“Yes,” she said. “Just tonight and then … never.”

Both of her hands descended to his genitals now, one cupping his testicles and the other 
tightly clamping his bursting erection. Feverishly, she covered his face with hot kisses and told 
him again and again that she loved him more than anything, anybody. Sidney squeezed and 
fondled her warm breasts, manipulating her erect nipples between his thumb and forefinger 
and returning her kisses. They spoke mumbling words of adoration to each other between the
flurry of noisy kisses while their hands worked on each other. Sidney felt as though he were 
attached to a pleasure machine. His mother’s hands were like a thousand tickling tentacles 
moving over his dripping shaft and scrotum; a smooth, delicate, skillful twosome of delight 
that brought a continuous surge of exquisite and nearly unbearable ecstasy to his throbbing, 
pulsing organ. So deft and knowing were her hands that it was as though he were 
experiencing one never-ending orgasm, a forever and ever delight that mounted and kept 
mounting to frightening proportions.

Sidney began stroking the super-slick length of her vagina, so hot and greasy-slick and 
open and beckoning that he wanted to bury himself totally within its beauty and safety and 
fragrance-its sanctity-and never emerge again into the harsh rays of light and disappointment.
Yes, it was a harbor and his prick a vessel which yearned to anchor in its safety and protection 
forever. Forever.

He began taking each of her breasts, one at a time, almost entirely into his mouth, 
gagging himself on them, trying with all his will to swallow each one whole, to devour them.

“Never again,” she murmured. “Oh, but never, never again, Sidney. Not ever … the last … 
the very last time. My lover? My baby-man lover … do you hear … Oh, the very last time … I 
love you … love you more than my own life, Sidney … Sidney … Sidney? Do you hear?”

“I hear, Mother … your voice … Oh, I remember your voice from so far back … so long ago. 
Yes, the very last time for us … and then it’s you with Rudy. I’ll understand and never plead 
again. This is the last … then Rudy … but now it’s us … for the very last time it’s only us, 
Mommy … Mommy.”

His promise coupled with her realization this would be the absolute last time, the last, 
seemed to drive her on to hysterical fury, to a frenzied attack of even more violent kisses and 
caresses than he had dreamed possible. Plunging downward, she mouthed his stout organ 
hungrily, taking its hot thrust deep down into her throat as though she too longed to digest 
him entirely the way he had tried to ingest her breasts. She made greedy, humming sounds as
she laved his testicles in intermittent departures from his prick. Her lips indulged themselves in
more than a feast; she was carried to the heights of a veritable oral orgy. She was a woman 
starved, cravingly storing up enough of her son’s love flesh to last for a lifetime, allowing the 
floodgates of inhibition to burst and run free, glutting herself for the last time on her son who 
would depart, never to return again in this role of lover. The last time … never, never again … 
the very last time.

Unable to endure any more (he had to feast on her also), Sidney managed to turn himself 
around without losing genital contact with his mother’s mouth and clamp his own mouth over
his mother’s sacred love crease. No, it was more than a crease … it was a cavern of bliss he had
to devour, gobble up, gorge himself on. He would have forced his head through the scalding 
crack, wedged himself between her bones if that were possible.

Neither knew the amount of time that had elapsed during this desperate mouth-to-organ 
banquet, this holy gluttony, this brutish yet tender rite of loving lust, and then the door 
opened and a voice asked, “Mimsy? Mimsy, are you still awake?”

The voice went unanswered.

“Mimsy?” the voice inquired again, this time tinged with a curious dread, and then there 
was the agony of light filling the room. Dazed, Sidney could see Bonnie in the doorway.

“Mimsy, Mim-” It was Bonnie, her hand in shock at her mouth, stopped in mid-sentence at 
the sight of naked, entwined bodies writhing before her. “Oh, Mimsy! No!” she gasped. “Oh, 
no, no, no.”

“Get out!” Sidney heard his mother shriek. “Leave us! Leave us to each other you-you 
stinking bitch! Snooping, stinking bitch! Go! You know … you’ve seen … now leave us to finish 
this! Let us finish what we’ve started!”

Bonnie backed away in terror, horror. At that moment, Sidney knew that he was in a state 
of semi-shock or something near it, for the look of amazement on Bonnie’s face seemed 
inappropriate. He had been with Bonnie this same way and they too had feasted on and 
fucked each other more than once. Why then didn’t she join them, his muddled mind asked. 
Why not the three of them? Yes, why not? Why was she so stunned? His mother? Yes, it must 
be, because he was rutting with Mother. That made the difference. But why? Why?

“Here, Bonnie,” he called, his hand reaching out and clutching air as though in a weird 
dream. And then, just as weird and dream-like, the expression on Bonnie’s face changed, first 
to fascination and then to pure lust. “Come,” Sidney repeated, motioning again. “Undress and 
join us on the bed.”

Both Sidney and his mother watched as Bonnie undressed, shed her clothing there in the 
doorway and left it there in a heap and climbed onto the bed. It all seemed so natural to 
Sidney. Bonnie engaged to Arthur, his mother engaged to Rudy, and himself tied to both of 
them in some inexplicable way, because of their previous lovemaking. Yes, they were all a kind 
of family.

Sidney grasped Bonnie’s ponderous breasts as she embraced the two of them in a mighty 
hug. At first, his mother seemed to object, snarling animal-like at the intruder, but then she 
calmed as Bonnie reached up and shut off the glaring light. There remained now only the dim 
light from the hallway as the three of them wrestled and jockeyed for position. Despite 
himself, Sidney could not focus his attentions entirely on the intruder. What he and his mother
had begun was something full of wonder, something special. Sidney sensed that his mother 
felt the same way, which proved to be true, for although they permitted the touching of 
Bonnie’s body against them and heard her sounds of passion, they remained true and now 
fitted themselves to each other. When Sidney’s jutting rod was fully embedded in his mother’s
warm nest they rode each other as though Bonnie were not present, dug and tore at each 
other’s bodies with a passion that Bonnie would not dare defile. Once, Sidney felt Bonnie’s 
eager hands on his testicles, but for the most part she acted as a kind of sexual referee, 
watching and only occasionally touching Sidney and his mother as they fornicated in wild 
abandon.

“Oh, you two are driving me crazy!” Bonnie complained, her voice guttural with desire. “I-I 
want to play, too … Oh, I wish Arthur was here! I need someone!”

Sidney barely heard her. His brain knew only one crucial fact. He was fucking his mother 
for the last time and they were like two sexual combatants locked together in a frenzy of 
motion as they strained to extract every ounce of pleasure from this, their final love fest, with 
all the strength at their command. Hands grasping and tugging, arms encircling, their minds 
working as one as they sought only to fulfill the craving of their loins, absolute satiation, they 
were oblivious to Bonnie’s attempts to participate.

Sidney, drove his rock-hard penis into his mother with a savagery that was frightening, 
and her urgent response nearly surpassed his own all-out effort. It was a union so intense and 
all-consuming that even the jaded Romans would have gaped in astonishment. Bedsprings 
screamed. Grunts, groans, hysterical howls, pleas, commands, the clashing of flesh against 
flesh-all resounded throughout the room.

“Now!” Mimsy cried at her son. “Now! I’m almost there! Finish me now!”

“Yes, Mother … yes … both of us … NOW!”

Their voices mingled and babbled unintelligibly, rising to a fever-pitch, and then the sound
of heavy breathing filled the room. Chests heaving, their bodies shuddering, mother and son 
lay tightly clasped together amid the snarl of sheets, blankets and bedspread. The storm had 
subsided. Bonnie lay with her head against Sidney’s back, her hands reverently stroking both 
of their bodies as though in tribute to their monumental lovemaking. In a moment, she began
fingering herself and, finally, she too sprawled out on the bed to recover from her own 
orgasm.

After a while, Bonnie climbed from the bed, gathered up her clothing in the doorway and 
staggered to her room. Sidney tried to make some semblance of order out of the bedclothes, 
carefully covered his exhausted mother, then crawled to his own bed and collapsed.





CHAPTER TEN


The next few days passed so quietly around the apartment, Sidney became confused. In fact, 
he began to suspect that silence after a sex orgy was standard procedure. Nobody seemed to 
want to talk. Bonnie kept pretty much to her room and worse, whenever Sidney tried to speak 
to his mother she gave him as short an answer as possible and promptly disappeared.

Things went along that way for about a week, and then on a Sunday afternoon Sidney’s 
mother called him into their room and told him about her decision to send him away to 
Wooster Military Academy. She was very serious as she made her announcement. She sat him 
down on his own bed and then paced back and forth nervously as she gave him the details.

“Rudy and I,” she began, “we’ve decided that under the circumstances it would be better 
for all concerned if-if you went away to a private school. I want you to know, Sidney, that this 
has absolutely nothing to do with happened between us. That’s over and gone. Finished. And 
it has nothing to do with you and Wanda Kreitzer, either.”

She stopped pacing and studied him closely to see how he was reacting. He felt 
dumbstruck, numb, but he managed to keep his face expressionless and his eyes fixed on 
hers.

“As you know, Rudy has no children of his own and he isn’t accustomed to dealing with 
their problems.” She paused, searching for words. Sidney wished she wouldn’t speak as 
though she’d rehearsed lines, like an actress. “What I’m trying to say is,” she went on. “Rudy 
probably wouldn’t make a good stepfather for you, Sidney. You wouldn’t be happy living with 
us and so the Wooster Academy seems to be the logical answer. It’s a good school, Sidney. It 
really is. They have all kinds of activities there. Even chess. Rudy and I investigated it very 
thoroughly and the standards are very high scholastically. It’s what they call a fully 
accre-accredi-oh, I can’t pronounce it but-”

“Accredited,” Sidney said evenly. “It’s an accredited school.”

“Yes, that’s it,” his mother said. “It’s accredited. Captain Godfrey, one of the instructors 
there, tells us they turn out some real geniuses there. And they have discipline, too. They blow
bugles when it’s time to go to bed and when it’s time to get up in the morning. They have 
inspections, too, and they feed you three nutritious meals every day instead of the kind of 
junk you eat around here all the time. This is going to be good for you, Sidney-I’m convinced 
of it. You haven’t led a very orderly life, and Wooster is just what you need. What do you 
think?”

Sidney didn’t say anything.

“You can come home on month-end leaves-maybe even every two weeks-so I’ll still be 
able to see you. It wouldn’t be like you’re away in the army or anything. Sidney?”

Sidney couldn’t believe his ears. He tried to speak but nothing came out.

“You have to understand that this is all for the best, Sidney. I know it will be an adjustment 
for you, but you have to realize that everybody has to learn to make these adjustments. A 
couple of years from now and you’ll be an entirely different person. You’ll see things from an 
entirely different point of view. You’ll even appreciate what Rudy and I are trying to do for you.
You will. I know you will.”

Sidney nodded and stared at a tiny dust ball that had gathered in the corner. His mother 
followed his gaze and spotted the dust ball. “See what I mean?” she said. “You won’t find any 
dust at Wooster. Everything there is nice and clean-shiny.” She laughed, but it wasn’t her real 
laugh. “I wish you’d say something, Sidney. I wish you wouldn’t just sit there. Wooster is not 
an inexpensive school. It costs money to attend there. I think you should be grateful for the 
opportunity to attend a first-rate school. There’ll be all kinds of things for you to do 
there-swimming, baseball, football, every kind of athletic activity you can imagine. They even 
have boxing. I saw the ring myself. Would you please say something, Sidney? I’m getting tired 
of talking to myself. I-I’d like some kind of response, if you don’t mind. I think I deserve it. 
Sidney?”

Sidney thought of lots of things to say, but he wasn’t sure he should say any of them.

His mother stamped her foot. “Damn it, you can’t just continue running around the 
neighborhood like a-a waif. Look at yourself! Do you take an interest in normal things? No. 
You embarrass me by molesting your girl friends and I have to listen to their parents raise hell.
All you do is raid the refrigerator and gorge yourself on junk and read chess books and 
associate with those old men over at the recreation center. It’s time you realized that there’s 
more to life than satisfying your own selfish whims. Much more. Do you hear? Do you? Then 
answer me, dammit! Don’t just sit there like your father!”

“I hear,” Sidney said.

“That isn’t enough!” his mother screamed. “This is a financial sacrifice on Rudy’s part and I 
want to hear some kind of gratitude out of you. Just once I want to hear something normal 
come out of your mouth. Just once.” She slapped him hard, square across the face.

Sidney just stared at her. She looked as though she had gone temporarily insane. Her 
nostrils were flared and her eyes were blazing and she was breathing hard. At first he had felt 
only shock. Now he felt fear. He wasn’t sure just what he felt, but he had to say something.

“They have boxing there,” he managed. “Rudy likes boxing, doesn’t he?”

“Yes,” his mother said. “Rudy likes the fights.”

Sidney decided to speak his mind. “Good,” he said. “I’ll wear boxing trunks to your 
wedding. I’ll blow a bugle for you and Rudy when it’s time to start down the aisle.”

“Don’t get fresh with me, young man,” his mother said. “You get fresh with me and I’ll-”

“And afterwards,” Sidney said, “I won’t throw rice. I’ll throw up. Puke.”

His mother struck him very hard this time and then they just stared at each other for a 
long time until Mimsy Tuttle began to cry. “I’m doing this for you,” she sobbed. “For you, 
Sidney. Things aren’t as easy as they seem. Rudy … he-he doesn’t like … children.”

Now Sidney was the one standing up and his mother sat down on the bed. “I understand,”
Sidney said. “Don’t cry, Mother. It’s all right. I understand.”

“Do you really?”

“Yes.”

Her face was all twisted with sorrow and confusion and guilt. She could live in a house and
stay home and be a housewife now instead of going to work as a cocktail waitress every day 
and she was all mixed up about Sidney and what she should and should not do. Sidney kissed 
her on the cheek and lips.

Sidney went to the corner drugstore and got change for a dollar. Then he went to the 
telephone booth. Twice he dialed Wanda Kreitzer’s number and each time he got Wanda’s 
mother and had to hang up. On the third try, Wanda answered.

“Wanda, this is Sidney. Please don’t hang up. I know you feel guilty about what we did and
had to tell your mother. I don’t blame you for anything-not anything-so please don’t hang up 
on me. Can you talk?”

“Sort of,” she whispered. “My mother’s in the kitchen.”

“Would you meet me so we can talk? I have to talk to you. Honest. My mother’s sending 
me away to military school and I won’t be able to see you when school starts. Would you?”

“I don’t know,” she said. “Where?”

“How about the recreation center-in fifteen minutes? Can you? I won’t even touch you. I 
promise. Can you meet me?”

“Okay,” she whispered. “In half an hour. I’ll meet you by the tennis courts.”

Sidney slammed the phone back in its cradle and practically ran over to the recreation 
center. He’d been watching two fat girls whacking tennis balls back and forth for perhaps ten 
minutes when Wanda arrived. She was wearing the same denims she wore the day they’d 
gone to the movies, She wore a lavender sweater and a little velvet bow in her long shiny hair 
that matched her sweater. The sight of her took his breath away. She let him take her by the 
hand over to one of the picnic tables and he brushed away oak leaves so they could sit on the 
wooden bench. He felt a tingle way down in his groin because they were alone again.

“I’m glad you came,” he said.

“I’m sorry I told,” Wanda said. “I was saying my prayers in bed one night and all of a 
sudden I just blurted everything out to my mother. I couldn’t help it.”

“It’s all right,” Sidney said. “What I wanted to ask you is-well, I’ll be going away to Wooster 
Military Academy and I wondered if you’d wait for me. Maybe when I come home on 
month-end leaves you could sneak out and we could go to the movies or something.”

“Month-end leaves?” Wanda said, amazed. “It sounds awful. Are you sure you’re going to 
like it?”

“Oh, sure. It’s a very high-class school. My mother and Rudy-he’s going to be my new 
stepfather-they looked at dozens of places before they decided on Wooster. It has very high 
scholastic standards. It’s even accredited. It’s a perfect place for boys,” he lied. “They have all 
kinds of athletic activities-even a ring for boxing. It’s sort of like going away to camp. They 
toot reveille and taps on bugles and march around and all that. It’s really something. Actually, 
it’s quite an opportunity for a young boy. Wooster is tops. They even let you play chess.”

Wanda was staring at him with narrowed eyes. “Tell me the truth, Sidney. You don’t really 
want to go, do you?”

“No.”

“I didn’t think so. Ugh. Even the name is terrible. Wooster. It sounds like a chicken farm 
instead of a military school.” She touched his shoulder apologetically. “I’m sorry, Sidney. I 
wasn’t trying to make fun of your new school. It’s just that I don’t think you’re the military 
school type. Do you think you’ll like your new stepfather-this Rudy?”

“I don’t really know him. At the moment, though, I’m not too wild about him. I may even 
hate him. I haven’t decided yet. I guess I do need discipline, though.”

“Don’t be ridiculous,” Wanda said indignantly. “You’re a wonderful boy. Even my mother 
and father still think so. I didn’t tell them everything, you know.”

“You didn’t?”

She shook her head. “No, I just said you touched me a little down there. I must have been 
crazy that night I told my mother,” Wanda said, biting her lip. “I don’t know what came over 
me. It’s my fault that you have to go to that awful school. I-I’m so sorry, Sidney.” She buried 
her face in his shoulder. “I’m going to miss you. I think of you all the time even now. What will 
I do when you’re away? Oh, Sidney.” Sidney was beside himself with joy that Wanda would 
miss him, but she sounded as if she might cry. He couldn’t bear that. He put his arm around 
her and stroked her soft hair. “Listen, Wanda,” he said, “if there’s one thing I need, it’s 
discipline. Wooster, here I come! Hup-two-three-four! Cock-a-doodle-dooooooo.”

A little smile came to Wanda’s lips. Encouraged, Sidney continued. “Just think. I’ll get to 
wear a uniform. They may even make me a general. Then I’ll be able to give orders. The first 
thing I’ll do is order everybody to blow up the school and go home to their girl friends. I 
promise.”

Wanda was smiling openly now. “Your new stepfather wouldn’t like that,” she teased.

“What do I care?” Sidney said. “If I’m a general I could have him shot by a firing squad. I 
could do anything.”

“What’s Rudy’s last name?” Wanda asked. “What’s your mother’s new name going to be?”

“Hefflinger,” Sidney said, barking it out. “Mrs. Rudolph Hefflinger. Isn’t it a beautiful 
name?”

“It’s even worse than Wooster,” Wanda said, grimacing.

“Right.” Sidney jumped up from the picnic table. He stood at attention and saluted. 
“Sergeant,” he commanded, “would you kindly place the blindfold over Mr. Rudolph 
Hefflinger’s eyes and have the firming squad shoot him? My girl friend, Miss Kreitzer here, 
objects to the man’s name … Yes, sir!”

They both laughed now. When their laughter had died, Wanda said, “Kreitzer is a pretty 
weird name, too. Are you going to have me shot because I have a funny-sounding name?”

“Never,” Sidney said. “Although if your first name were Rudolph I might consider it. We 
have to be careful about shooting everybody with strange names. Remember, my own last 
name is Tuttle. It’s the Rudolphs we’re after. Besides, I love you.”

Sidney took Wanda’s hand and lifted her from the picnic bench. They stood standing there
among the fallen oak leaves, looking into each other’s eyes, and then Sidney took her in his 
arms and kissed her long and tenderly. When they parted Sidney knew it was much better to 
love a girl his own age instead of playing around with older women. Bonnie, his mother, Miss 
His-his affairs with them had been just silly incidents. He would always have a special feeling 
for his mother, of course, but strictly as his mother. Nothing else.

“Wanda Tuttle,” Wanda said. “Do you think it’s a stupid name?”

“Probably,” Sidney said. “But I don’t care. Do you?”

“No.”

“Listen, Wanda,” Sidney said. “From now on I’m really going to respect you. I have to figure
out some way to make your parents like me again. No more of that making love on the 
dressing-room floor.”

Wanda traced the outline of his mouth with her fingernail. “All right,” she said coquettishly,
“then we’ll have to find someplace else, won’t we?”

“Don’t say things like that,” Sidney said. “I’m serious. You’ll get me all excited.”

“The problem isn’t dressing-room floors,” she said. “It’s guilty girls who go and blab 
secrets.”

“Don’t say things like that,” Sidney-said. “I’m definitely serious about this. You’re only 
thirteen, remember?”

“I know that. But we’re sophisticated teenagers nowadays. Everybody says so. We can do 
anything we want.”

“We’ll see,” Sidney said. “We’ll see.” He took Wanda by the hand. “Come on, I better get 
you home before your mother has the police out after me.”

They left the recreation center and Sidney avoided busy streets and intersections as he and
Wanda headed for her house. He wanted to be alone as much as possible with her. It felt 
good just holding her hand and having her beside him. Wooster Military School didn’t seem 
so bad now that everything was all right again with Wanda. In fact, the whole neighborhood 
seemed to take on a glow. True, he wouldn’t be living here any longer but when he came 
home to visit he could walk with Wanda down these same streets and he could play chess 
with the old men at the center. Things weren’t going to be so bad after all.

Fall had come to North Hollywood. The greens were going and the auburns and the tans 
were coming on strong. Leaves lay on the rooftops of the houses, lawns, sidewalks, 
everywhere. Everything kept changing, always. Nothing stayed the same. Even the postmarks 
on the greeting cards from his father kept changing. It occurred to him that even if he 
remained in this neighborhood he wouldn’t be in Miss Bartholomew’s class ever again. She’d 
be teaching a new bunch of students and he’d be moving on to another grade next term.

He walked on, gripping Wanda’s hand more firmly and seeing his familiar neighborhood 
really for the first time. The main thing, he decided, is to learn from your mistakes. Everybody 
had always told him that, but now he knew that it was true. If everything kept changing, then 
people had to change, too. For perhaps the hundredth or the thousandth time he hoped that 
wherever his father was that he was healthy and safe and warm. His father had made plenty of
mistakes and so had his mother, but if they kept learning all the time everything would be all 
right. Maybe they had failed in some ways, but they had done the best they could. Like his 
father. He had tried to be a responsible person but somewhere along the line he had missed.

Sidney straightened his shoulders and walked more erectly. Somehow he sensed that 
Wanda was the source of all this thinking about responsibility. It might sound square and 
corny to some people, he thought, but despite Wooster Military School, Rudy Hefflinger, the 
H-bomb, anything, he was going to grow up to be a responsible person. He might fail, as his 
father apparently had failed, but Sidney Tuttle was going to give this business of living life as a
responsible person everything he had. Who knows? Even Rudy Hefflinger might learn to like 
him. And if he didn’t? Well, things kept changing all the time. You never knew. It didn’t matter 
as long as you kept on trying.

Wanda’s house was just around the corner now. They stopped and embraced right there 
on the sidewalk.

“I guess I’d better leave you here,” she said. “My parents might disapprove-even if you 
were a general.”

“I intend to change their minds about me,” he said. “I can do anything as long as you say 
you care about me.”

“I care about you,” she said. “I love you, Sidney.”

“Let’s not get maudlin,” he said, and then he kissed her with all his might. “You’ll wait for 
me?”

“You know I will.”

“All right then. Good-bye, Wanda.”

“Good-bye, Sidney.”

He watched her until she disappeared from view and then he turned and began walking 
home. The big brown oak leaves crunched under his feet like giant flakes of breakfast cereal. 
When he got home he planned to have a talk with his mother. He didn’t want her feeling 
guilty about anything. She had enough problems to face without feeling any unnecessary 
guilt. So did he for that matter. He walked briskly, with a jaunty gait. He had a girl of his own-a
girl his own age-and nothing would ever be quite the same again.


THE END
