BLP-225  Widow Karen's Secret
(Simon Harris)


FOREWORD

One of the drives toward creating offspring is an almost primitive, mystical urge for immortality of the blood. Partly for this reason, some parents make a much too close identification with their children. The child, such parents think, should be exactly as they themselves were at a particular age. The closer the child thinks like his parent, the more delighted the parent becomes.

For society, such attitudes are not always a blessing. Society wants the children to be better then the parents - in a socially acceptable way. And yet, the parents who desire carbon copies of themselves may be liars, perverts, thieves, killers, fornicators and anything else that comes to mind. In fact, it is much more likely that the parents are one or all of these things than that they are saints.

And even if the parent isn't trying to mold the child as a carbon copy, most children imitate their parents anyway. Obviously childhood is a dangerous time for all concerned.

This novel highlights the inescapable truth that a family with an imbalance - a perversion, as it were - passes such a trait along to the youth not as an inherited trait, but as a learned social response.

The story is one of sexual promiscuity and lack of moral standards. For instance, Jim is quick to defend his own promiscuity and encourage his son to broaden his sexual horizons while in the same breath he condemns his wife for seeking sexual satisfaction. His wife's sister can come across holier-then-thou until it is a matter of what she desires sexually. Then, justification is rampant.

It is no wonder that Woody evolves as a young man caught in a tangled web of sexual relationships that he cannot control. And as he is swept along with parental encouragement, he demands more and more until the reader can see him as a sexual contestant with his own father - with the same utter lack of feeling or sensitivity.

If the reader finds himself buffeted along by the flux and flow of shifting moralities espoused by the characters, perhaps he is getting a closer look at himself at the same time. The characters in this book, with their sexual greeds and improprieties, are the hidden side of the great American morality.

It is no accident that even the government is in moral trouble today. The American tragedy is the type of double standard expressed in this book: he is wrong when he does it, but I am not because my motives are purer.

Or, President Nixon's statement that while others might not agree from the evidence, "I know what I did and I know what I meant," is an even more telling blow at a false social standard. If he is to be the final arbitrator of what his intentions were - always pure and honorable - and the definer of his actions - in the best interest - then he must allow every other individual in this country the same right to self-judgement.

In this book, everyone judges Linda. Every individual engaged in what is broadly interpreted as an anti-social sex act has an excuse. That excuse is that Linda is worse. And what they are doing is nothing in comparison, in fact, is beneficial because it spreads them - and their superior morality around.

Sometimes, one is led to believe such arguments are not well thought out.

- The Publisher


CHAPTER ONE

Karen tossed in her bed. She was having great difficulty getting to sleep. As she awakened this time, she heard such a commotion in the living room, that she got to her feet and drowsily went to her bedroom door. Pulling it apart just a crack, she got a glimpse of a shock that stunned her.

There was her sister Linda. Linda was unzipping a man's fly as he lay in the middle of the sofa.

As she saw this, Karen could hardly believe it. She watched, however, and found herself becoming fascinated and stimulated as she did so.

The man, in the meantime, lent assistance to Linda's efforts. Reaching down, he told her: "Get your hands off, honey. I'll get it out for you."

The man unzipped himself the rest of the way, and fished in his shorts to pull out his huge cock. Pulling it out, he began grabbing for Linda's head, shoving her down over his throbbing male member.

Karen was amazed how her sister Linda put up no resistance. Apparently this was what her sister Linda liked. She couldn't help marvel at her sister's doing such a thing. She had always imagined that her sister was a quiet, conservative girl.

When Linda came to live with Karen, she complained that the reason she had left her husband Jim vas because he was playing around with other women. Now Karen couldn't help wonder if her story had been true. For it was obvious to her that Linda was quite a swinger.

Linda seized the huge penis and let her pink tongue slip over the head of it. As Linda did this, Karen felt her mound moisten.

Reaching down, she pulled her filmy negligee apart and let her fingers play with her vagina. At the same time, she watched every moment, and as she watched her sister's mouth travel up and down the huge male member, she became more and more excited.

"Come on, sweetheart," the man panted, as he wanted her to mouth it all the way, "suck my big cock off."

It didn't take long for Linda's mouth to move up and down the slippery penis which glistened in the dim light from the night stand lamp.

"Oh yes," the man panted, "that's the way I want you to do it. Take the whole thing in. Get your mouth down to the base."

As Karen watched, she marveled that her sister could take it in without choking. Then, when she saw her mouth at the base of the huge penis, she watched as the balls were being jiggled.

It was indeed an amazing achievement.

"Now you're doing it, baby," he told her. "Just like I like it. A little action down there around toe balls, please. Yes, that's the way I want it. Put a little action into it."

Karen continued watching, and the more she watched, the more she became excited. It was clear to her that her sister had done this before, for she was indeed skillful at what she was doing.

"Keep it up, baby," the man panted, "and I'll give you a good load."

Karen wondered if the man intended for her sister to swallow his juice. This seemed like about the most revolting thing in the world to her. She couldn't imagine anyone doing it.

Noticing Linda's cheeks suck in as she continued her mouth movements, she was curious to know what the sensation would be like. She wondered if she was missing something. Her late husband had not been a man too much on the sexy side. He had never asked her to do anything like this, and she was grateful.

Now, however, she was caught in a confused situation, for as she saw her sister's head moving up and down on the man's throbbing male member, she began envying her.

She watched her cheeks suck in and she reached down to her vagina once more inserting a couple of fingers inside. She had to do it, because she hadn't been stimulated like this in such a long time. She resented that her husband had never done anything like this. He had been a good man, but much too conservative when it came to sex.

At times she had felt hot urges and desires to do unusual things. But always, always he had toned her down.

At this moment, as Karen stood there in her bedroom door watching what was going on in the living room between her sister and the man her sister had picked up at the bar, she realized what she had been missing.

"Suck my cock off," the man gasped excitedly. "Come on baby, suck that big cock."

For a second it seemed as if they were struggling. The man was trying to get his legs around her. But he was still wearing his pants.

"Slip off, honey," he told her. "We can do better bare ass naked."

It was difficult to get Linda to slide off his penis head once she had glommed onto it with her mouth so tightly.

"Listen to me, baby," the man exclaimed. "I want you naked. I want to be naked too. We can do it better, baby."

With a little help from his hands, she finally did slide off his penis.

Then, they got to their feet and began undressing. When Karen caught sight of the naked man, her whole body was aflame. For this was what she needed desperately. She knew what she would do if she could march out there naked.

In her mind's eye she pictured herself walking out and shyly tossing her blue negligee aside. Then she would stand there, proud and beautiful. Her breasts would appeal to him, for she knew she was more beautiful than Linda. Linda's breasts sagged a little, Karen's didn't. More than that, Linda had been cheap with sex, apparently. But Karen knew that she was an innocent woman, making her more desirable.

She would seize the man's penis and slide it into her hot, hungry hole. And as he would push his throbbing male member into her over and over, she would beg for it.

"Give it to me," she would beg. "Give it to me, oh baby, give me a fuck. I want it so bad. I need it, baby, I need it real bad."

But now was not her opportunity. All she could do was watch as she continued inserting her fingers back and forth in her cunt as the excitement of what she was seeing stimulated her so much.

The man lay on his back and, raising his legs up and spreading out, he made her crouch at his crotch.

"Wander down there, honey." He smiled. "Why don't you let your tongue do the licking around my ass, baby?"

"All right," she agreed.

This came as another distinct jolt to Karen. She had never conceived of such passionate love-making. It was obvious to her now that her sister had lost all restraint, all control, and more than ever she doubted Linda's story of why she had come to her with her son Woody. She was certain that Jim Overstreet had tossed his wife out.

Immediately Linda grabbed the man's asscheeks and parted them. Then, letting her tongue slide around his tight slippery asshole, Karen felt herself so stimulated she was prompted to pump her two fingers into her vagina.

"Oh, sweetheart," the man panted. "You're doing it just the way I like it. Oh baby, I want you to grab my cock while you eat my ass. That's how I like it."

Seizing his penis, she began pumping. She was becoming more and more excited every second.

"Keep it up," he told her, "now you're doing a good job of it. Oh honey, you sure know how to give a good rim job."

It was obvious to Karen her sister Linda was practically a professional. She wondered if any money would pass between the man and her sister after the act was over. That would identify her, finally, as a whore.

"Oh, eat me," the man said. "Eat my ass, honey. Suck ass. Oh baby, stab your tongue way up there. That's the way I like it. Way up there."

The plunging hot tongue rode high up his asshole, and then she felt his penis starting to drip with the precious juice. That was her signal.

Slipping out of his asshole, she let her tongue streak along his testicles. Up the underside of the cock, and then she capped it with her mouth.

"Oh wow!" the man gasped as his legs wrapped around her. and his hands guided her head all the way down over his cock.

"Give me a good fuck baby," he told her. "How do you like it?"

Her head bobbed up and down, and it was difficult for Karen to see everything she would have liked to see, for the man's leg was covering part of the view. Nevertheless, she knew what was happening, and she envied Linda.

She wanted to get that hot cream in her own mouth. She wanted to experience the thrill of orgasm in the most intimate of manners. She wondered what his hot creamy juice would taste like.

"Suck it," the man gasped. "Suck, baby suck."

Moving her mouth to the head of the shaft, she was building up suction as her cheeks sucked in.

"Oh baby," the man gasped, "You're doing it beautiful. Oh honey, hold on, hold on to the cream."

The thought of his penis creaming almost made Karen want to run out there and grab Linda off that cock. However, she was doing it herself.

"I'm cuming," the man gasped excitedly, "I'm cuming!"

Certainly he was. The thick, hot liquid was shooting from his cock into Linda's mouth.

Linda knew what to do with his sperm. She immediately swallowed it and was happy to have it.

At the same instant that the man came, Karen felt herself juicing. Her hot fluids trickled down her inner thighs and some of the juice fell on the floor. But it didn't matter, she wanted to watch the entire performance.

"Hey, baby," the man said, "you're a good cocksucker."

Linda slipped her mouth off him. He got to his feet and was about to pay her. However, she insisted on something.

"Well, aren't you going to eat me first?" she asked him.

"Honey," he smiled, "I don't pay to eat pussy."

"Well, baby," Linda smiled, "let's just say it's a bonus I'll toss in. How about that?"

"Well, when you put it that way," he said, "I'll take you up on it."

He paid her thirty dollars, which she counted and thanked him for. Then, she lay on her back and the man bowed over her mound.

Closing his eyes, he lifted his hands under her bottom and pulled her up to him. His hot tongue licked along her vagina. Then stabbing into her, he flipped it quickly back and forth.

It didn't take Linda long to lock her legs around his shoulders.

"Oh, eat my pussy," she panted eagerly. "That's what I want, baby, eat my pussy. Keep it up."

Linda wiggled her ass so much about the couch, that she was giving the man quite a difficult time. Apparently she enjoyed this type of action very much.

Karen imagined how exciting it would be if she could be in that position, too. She longed for such an intimate contact. In her mind's eye she was lying there, and the tongue that was stabbing up her sister's vagina was stabbing up hers.

Once more her fingers came to the rescue of her imagination, as she titillated her love button. Her body was trembling with anticipation, with lusty desire. Her imagination kept the fires of lust burning in her body.

"Oh, lover," Linda moaned. "You sure know how to move it. You're a tongue man. Oh, honey, flip that tongue, flip it way up there. Go exploring, baby."

His pumping tongue, whipping around inside of her was bringing her close to climax. Not wanting to spend a lot of time getting her to juice, he began making a suction cup of his mouth over her love button. It worked, and she gushed the white hot spray.

He sucked her noisily and, finishing, pressed his lips to her pussy lips and gave her a slippery, sticky kiss.

This produced another wave of erotic pleasure within Karen's body. As she watched, she felt herself trickling again. The juice, trickling down her inner thigh told her that she would have enjoyed this very act.

Linda's lover was pulling away.

"Got to get home to my wife, honey," he chuckled.

"Where are you going to tell your wife you've been tonight?"

"I'll just tell her I was working late," he chuckled.

"You think she'll believe it?" Linda chuckled.

"Well, I hope so," he said. "Just so she doesn't ask for sex."

"Well, you could always say you went impotent," Linda suggested slyly.

"My wife knows me too well," he said. "She'd know I'd been out getting some nooky on the side."

"She doesn't trust you?" Linda eyed him.

"No," he admitted. "Can't say I blame her. I'm not exactly the trustworthy type."

"Well, I hope these bills you've given me are real," Linda smiled. "I hope you didn't mint them on your own little press."

"Honey," he said, "those bills are as real as the feeling that you put into your blow job." That made her quake, as she had really done it for the money tonight.

When he was dressed, Linda let him out. Then she picked up her clothes and went to her bedroom.


CHAPTER TWO

The next day, at breakfast, Karen fixed a big meal for Woody.

Woody noticed that his mother wasn't up to breakfast.

"Why isn't Mom up for breakfast?" Woody asked curiously.

"Your mother was working late last night," she said.

"What's Mon doing?" he asked.

"Well you know she got a job as a cocktail waitress," she said, "and they keep late hours, I guess."

"That's not very respectable, is it?" Woody asked.

For a moment Karen was tempted to tell Woody the truth about his mother. Then she decided it wouldn't be fair.

"Oh, don't say a thing like that, Woody dear," she said. "We need cocktail waitresses just like we need bartenders. It's just a job."

"But they run around in those sexy outfits," Woody said. "And men look at them and all."

"It's all part of a job, Woody," she said. "And nobody thinks anything of it. Now get that out of your head right away."

"I'll try, Aunt Karen," he said.

When Woody went off to school, and Linda finally got up to have some black coffee, Karen asked her: "How is your job?"

"Oh, it's a hard job," she said. "It takes all types, you know. Men are always on the make, but I won't have anything to do with them."

"No, of course not," Karen said. "You're not drinking, are you?"

"With what I've been through with my husband, it could have driven me to drink if I weren't a stronger woman," she said. "Jim stepping out and all, and me having to leave him."

"That is what happened, isn't it?" Karen confronted her pointblank.

"Would I lie to you?" Linda demanded.

"I really don't know," Karen admitted.

"I don't like that statement," Linda said nervously.

There was no point in talking anymore about it. For, if she continued, Karen knew everything would be out. Realizing in her heart she envied Linda, and that she had gained such erotic fascination from watching her, she felt she couldn't say another word.

"What would you like for breakfast?" she asked. "I could fix you scrambled eggs, poached eggs, whatever."

"I'm so sick of eggs everyday. Why don't you think of something besides eggs?"

"Well, there's all sorts of things. There are cereals, bacon or sausage, anything. Then the Europe type. Do you want to confide in me or something?"

"I don't need to confide anything. I think I can take care of myself. And just as soon as I get on my feet, I'm going to be moving Woody and myself out of here. I'm very grateful to you for what you've done. And it's taken me a long time to save enough money to move into a place of our own. In the meantime, I do thank you. But stay out of my hair."

"Certainly, dear," Karen said. "Now, what would you like? We have cornflakes, or you can have oatmeal, or whatever."

"Oh. give me some corny oatmeal," she said. "That should give me some strength."

After breakfast, Linda said she had to go shopping.

"Well, take care," Karen said.

Karen had a very good idea of why her sister Linda was going shopping. She figured that she would have to get garments that would attract men.

It bothered her to think about it, for she didn't want her sister to be a hustler. Even though she was bitterly angry at the way she was acting, she still had a feeling for her. And having been envious of her created a strange, ambiguous sensation within her.

That afternoon when Woody came home, he said something that surprised her.

"You should see this chick I saw at school today," Woody said.

"You're only fifteen years old, Woody," Karen reminded him.

"Well, look here, Aunt Karen," he said. "I'm not exactly a boy anymore. I'm a man. A man, do you understand?"

"Well, I guess if you think you are, you are." she said. "What in your mind constitutes being a man, Woody?"

"When you can have sexual feeling for the opposite sex," he said bluntly.

"And you have found that you have such a feeling for a certain member of the opposite sex at school?" she asked him.

"You bet I do," he declared. "She is a real boss swinging chick. Then, she loves everybody in the world. And that's why everybody in the world loves her."

"Well that sounds like it could be mighty dangerous," Karen said nervously. "I don't know what you mean."

He said, "We've got a deal worked out with this chick this weekend. You see, we're going to gang up and each guy give her five bucks. Then we're going to sneak her off to some local motel and we'll take turns. There's nothing wrong with that."

Stunned and horrified, Karen got to her feet.

"Woody Overstreet," she exclaimed, "that is the most disgusting thing I've ever heard. Do you realize what could happen if you were caught?"

"I hadn't thought about it," he said.

"You not only could be charged with rape," she said, "but you could be charged with kidnapping."

"No," he said. "I could?"

"Certainly you could," she said. "And more than that you might pick up some horrid disease."

"Oh no," he said. "You make it sound so terrible."

"Well, dear," she said, "I'm just trying to warn you. People still die from those diseases. Their bodies build up antibodies to the antibodies."

"You make fucking sound awful," he said sadly.

"Well a lot of it is," she said, "an awful lot of it is just dreadful. If you have any more problems in this direction, I want you to feel free to come and talk to me about them. Your Aunt Karen wants to help you."

Woody Overstreet looked at his aunt as if he had discovered a new found friend.

"You don't know how much this helps me," he said, "because I don't think my mother is the one to talk to about sex."

"You don't?" Karen asked suspiciously, "why is that?"

"Mamma plays around," he said sadly. "That's why Daddy tossed us out."

"I see," Karen said, her eyes lighting up. "So that is the truth of the matter. You know your mother told me that she left your father because he played around. Now the truth is out."

"That's the truth," Woody said. "And I'm so ashamed of her."

"Well," she said, "being her sister I'm not exactly proud of her either. We've got to help her in any way we know how."

"Well, maybe if I didn't burden her with my own problems," young Woody exclaimed, "that would be a big help."

"That would indeed be a big help," she said.

Just then Linda swept in carrying large packages of clothes.

"We can talk about this later, Woody," Karen said quietly.

Getting to her feet, she walked over to her sister Linda.

"Looks like you bought the stores out," she said.

"Well, I haven't bought anything in ages," she said, "and a girl in my position has to look good."

"I thought they made you all wear a uniform," she said.

"Well," Linda explained, "after work, I can wear what I want. I want to wear things that are attractive. Sometimes I might find a man to take me out for coffee or, better yet, breakfast."

"How nice," Karen said.

"I had someone over here last night to talk a few moments after work," Linda said. "I hope it didn't disturb you."

"Why no," Karen assured her. "I didn't hear a thing."

Woody looked at his mother expectantly.

"Don't I get my allowance?" he asked. "If you did buy all of those clothes, Mom, you sure as hell ought to give me an allowance."

"All right, son," she said. "Here's five."

He took the five gladly, and then walked away.

As Karen saw young Woody walk away, she breathed a sigh of relief. For she felt that she had saved him, from something awful with that chick at the motel that he was considering having sex with along with a gang of boys. She vowed that she would never tell her sister, for she could not have the same understanding attitude.

"You think Woody likes it here?" Linda asked after a moment or two.

"I think so," Karen said. "We try to make it comfortable around here. Of course he probably misses his father."

"Well, if his father weren't such a lecher," Linda said defensively, "he would still have him."

"There are men like that," Karen contributed, not wanting to start an argument.

The evening meal found them all talking pleasantly. Then, it was off to work for Linda.


CHAPTER THREE

All during the evening, Linda kept her eyes open for what might prove to be a good customer.

She figured that she could raise her price to fifty. She had beautiful clothes now, and could put on a good show.

There was one silver-haired man who looked like he was loaded. She preferred going with younger men, but there were a lot of middle-aged men who had plenty of life in their cocks.

Therefore she did not resist him because of the fact that he was older, Especially considering the fact that he looked so well heeled.

"You know why I've been ordering all these drinks, don't you?" he smiled at her.

"I have no idea, sir," Linda said innocently, opening up her blue eyes as wide as she knew how.

"Because I'm sort of stuck on you." The man smiled.

"Well that is indeed a compliment," she said. "I thank you. Would you like anything else?"

"I sure would," he said suggestively.

"What would you like, sir?" she asked, equalizing his tone.

"I'd like to fuck you," he said bluntly.

"You don't mince words, do you, sir?" she said softly.

"How much, honey?" he said, "now we've got the other fact established."

"Well, honey, it will cost fifty. I'm good, and I'm not cheap."

"I figured you were good," he said. "But fifty is high."

"Everything good is high these days, honey," she said. "That's the way it is."

He looked at her and as his hot eyes danced about her body, he nodded.

"It sounds good to me," he said. "Where should we go?"

"We might as well go to my place." She smiled. "If that's all right with you, sir?"

"That's just fine," he said. "I appreciate the warmth of a home atmosphere when I'm having sex. I think hotel and motel rooms are awfully cold and mercenary."

"All right," Linda told him. "I get off at two. But it's more than a little dangerous for me to be seen leaving the place with customers. So why don't I meet you three blocks from here and one block to the right? How about that?"

"Sounds good, sweetheart," he said, "if you can make it that far on a dark street these nights. Why don't you make it two blocks to the right? We don't want to test fate too far."

"You've got a point there," she said.

The rest of the evening seemed like a breeze for Linda. For, because she had upped the price to fifty buck she was proud of herself.

In her own mind, she imagined herself to be a sex star on the bar circuit, and even though it was merely a word of mouth contract, she calculated that she had upped a contractual price for the pleasures of the body that she offered.

This was enough to make her celebrate. Before she left, she took one on the house.

"Don't get stoned," the bartender told her, "because you don't want to get into any trouble going home."

"You worry about yourself," she told him, "and I'll worry about me. You've been a lot closer to the booze all night than I have."

Turning around she left the place. She went to the designated spot and sure enough the man was there in a big black Cadillac.

She got into his car and couldn't help complimenting him.

"What's your name, honey?" she smiled.

"Henry," he said. "What's yours?"

"Linda." She smiled. "And I'm sure proud to be with you tonight."

"Now you just direct me to where you live, honey," he said, "and let's hope we don't run into interference from your husband or anything."

"Oh I threw him overboard," she lied quickly. "He was horsing around with other women, and I wouldn't put up with that no good, two time double crossing..."

"Now, now," Henry said, "men are like that. Just tell me where you're living and I'll try and find the place."

She gave him the directions and as they drove there she tried to find out what he did for a living.

"Now, sweetheart," he said, "we are like ships that pass in the night. What difference does it make how we earn our daily bread?"

"I'm just curious," she said. "It's always nice to know what the men we make love to does."

"I think it's more intriguing to know as little about a person that you are going to have sex with. It adds a touch of mystery."

"Well, that's true, Henry," she said as she felt his not very mysterious hand reaching over and gripping her thigh.

As Henry let his hand follow up her thigh to her vagina, he smiled.

"Good girl," he said, "you aren't wearing panties."

"No," she said. "I'm a gal who likes to be ready at all times."

"Good girl," Henry said, "and I'll tell you this, baby, I can drive and do this at the same time."

"Now that the speed limits are slower," she said, "maybe you can drive and stay alive and use your fingers for that. But it still isn't very healthy if one of the police officers see you."

"I keep my eyes peeled for that," he said. "They wouldn't appreciate it, would they?" Henry laughed as he went on feeling her cunt. "Oh, it does feel good," she said as she pushed forward, grasping his finger in her mound. "Grab it tighter," he told her, "and you'll get more pleasure out of it. Just pretend it's a small penis jabbing in there, honey."

It was true that if she used her imagination, it did seem as if the thrusting finger sliding up her hot hole was a penis.

She gripped it and massaged it.

"Oh, keep it up," he told her. "You're going to have me so hot I can taste it."

By the time that they got to her place, she was dripping down there.

Before they went into the house, Henry had to bend over.

"It won't wait, honey," he told her. "I've got to lick it before it melts."

Saying that, he flipped up her skirt and then he ate. Henry's hot tongue flipped away as if he had been doing this for a long time. He made loud sucking sounds.

She thought that he was altogether too noisy. It sort of removed some of the glamour from it, but she didn't want to knock him. Not when he was going to be giving her fifty bucks for the privilege.

Therefore, she complimented him.


CHAPTER FOUR

"Oh Henry," Linda told him, "you are really a lover. It's nice to meet a man who's an older gentleman."

"What has age got to do with it?" he said, "I'm just forty."

"Nothing at all," she said. "You were wonderful. Let's go inside, so we can do a few more things."

"Well you didn't think I was going to consider this enough, did you?" he demanded.

"Of course not, darling," she said. "Your every wish is my command."

"That's the way I like to hear a woman talk," he said, "none of this women's lib crap, if you know what I mean. Man was meant to have a little edge over a woman, especially when it comes to sex."

Linda didn't care to get involved in a lengthy debate. The moment she set foot in the house, her sister Karen heard them enter, for Karen had stayed awake most of the night just waiting for her.

She didn't make a sound. She wanted to be sure that her sister was well involved in the act before she tiptoed to the door to watch.

Immediately the man thought that Linda would be taking him to a bedroom.

"The kid's up in the bedroom," she explained. "And I'm living with my sister. So we're going to have to use the sofa."

"Just like a couple of kids in love," Henry beamed.

"Yes," she said. "It makes it a little more exciting, doesn't it?"

The two of them began undressing. When Linda got down to her bra, Henry reached over and helped her out of it.

"What nice boobs, baby." He smiled. "Henry is a boob man from way back. Let me lick the nipples, honey, and show you how I can do it."

To prove he had a special technique, Henry then bent over and lowered his mouth over one nipple. He whirled the tongue around, then nibbled and sucked noisily. In the meantime, he used his hand to massage the other nipple.

She was becoming more and more stimulated at her pussy as his mouth worked on one breast and his hand massaged the other.

"Oh, Henry," she panted, "What a lover boy."

Henry didn't say much now for he was a man of few words and much action.

Henry alternated his mouth movements from one breast to the other, and his hands swept down.

With a hand in front of her, he groped her vagina, and with a hand behind her he groped and pinched her asscheeks. She loved the sensations that his hands were creating.

"Oh Henry," she said, "you sure got sexy hands."

He kept it up until she was at a passionate pitch. Finally, Karen had tiptoed silently out of bed, had pulled her bedroom door slightly ajar, and was standing there watching.

Once more as she saw a man playing with her sister, she imagined it was a man making over herself. This was what she craved, this was what she required, and how she resented the fact that her sister seemed to be able to get so much and she could have so little.

There was something that she hated about her sister, for being so cheap and promiscuous. She resented the fact she was selling her body. Beyond that, she envied her. She envied her the hot, sensual delights of a man's feverish lust with hands. sweeping over her body.

"Henry, honey," Linda reminded him, "you'd better strip baby, if you're going to do your thing."

"All right, lover baby." Henry smiled. "Why don't you help me undress. I always find it exciting if a woman helps me strip."

Karen got so excited she wanted to rush out there and tell her sister what she knew, but she didn't dare move. Instead, she could only watch as Linda helped him undress.

But Linda, true to form, didn't pull off his shorts until she got what she wanted from his wallet.

"Henry," she smiled, "it's been sort of a custom with me, to get my money first. Not that I don't trust you."

"The ladies in your business," he said, "do have to be careful. I suppose there are good-for-nothings who would like to get it for free and don't have the money and pretend. I'm not that kind."

"I know that, dear." She smiled. "That's why you can get it now, isn't it?"

Not liked being bossed around, he nevertheless got out his wallet and gave her the fifty dollars.

"Thank you very much," she said, "I do appreciate it."

When she had tucked the money, safely under an ashtray next to a table on the nightstand, she came back to Henry and pulled down his shorts.

The bulging crotch was what fascinated Karen. She wanted to gain the first glimpse of Henry's throbbing male member. How she wished she could rush out and squeeze it and suck it.

Before she did anything, Henry looked at Linda.

"One thing always turns me on as a sort of preliminary," Henry said. "That's called the warm up session. A woman gets on her knees and starts sucking on my cock. I always get turned on."

Linda dropped to her knees, and she pulled the huge cock to her. It was obvious that Linda was wasting no time. Grabbing the penis as she got to her knees, she pulled it to her mouth and sucked it.

Once more, her sister was using her fingers in her slit.

Moving his cock back and forth in Linda's mouth appealed to Henry. However, the thing that really appealed to him was parting his legs some distance and then watching her move her mouth slowly over his saliva slickened penis, inch by inch. It was the slowness somehow that turned him on.

"Don't do it real fast," he suggested. "It really turns me on when a girl does me slow."

She did it slow and smooth and suddenly she could start to taste him. Pulling her mouth off the head of his penis shaft, she questioned him boldly.

"You want to cum in my mouth?"

"No, baby," he said. "I just wanted you to warm it up. You get over there in the bed, baby, and spread those gorgeous legs of yours and I'll slip it to you."

Linda gracefully spread her legs. One leg was up and the other was stretched out.

"This isn't the most convenient place to fuck," he complained.

"Well I could always get a great big beach towel and we could do it on the floor," she suggested.

"It would be kind of cold," he complained.

"Not if I turn the fireplace heater on," she said. "How would that be? Fucking by firelight?"

"It would be groovy all right," he said. "Just so we don't wake your sister up."

"Oh, she sleeps like a log," Linda assured him.

"Well, I sure hope so," he said. "Because I don't want anybody watching."

Hearing that, Karen pushed the door closed a little farther.

Linda in the meantime went to the linen closet and found a colorful large beach towel.

She brought it back to the fireplace and spread it over the rug. Next, she lit the fireplace. Then the gas flames licked the fireplace logs sending an eerie glow around the room as she turned out all the lights.

"Oh, this is sexy," Henry smiled. "Get over there, baby, and let me fuck you."

This was almost more than Karen could stand. She slipped out of her clothes so she could be bare naked. Then she slipped her fingers farther into her vagina and jabbed them back and forth as if she was being fucked by a penis.

Her sister Linda wasted no time in getting Henry in the act. Time was money, the way she sold sex.

Spreading her legs, so he could have easy entrance and a good view of her vagina she urged him on boldly.

"There's your pussy, Henry honey," she said, "fire away."

Straddling her, Henry glanced down into her eyes.

"Guide me in, sweetheart." He smiled, as he looked at her beautiful breasts.

"Sure, honey," she said, reaching out and bringing his cock to her pussy.

For a second she gently thrust the head of his smooth shaft over her furry pubic hair.

He liked the way that she teased and tantalized him with his cock.

"Yes, baby," he told her, "that is really beautiful. That's what I like, honey."

Pushing forward, the cock went into her.

"Oh, fuck me," she panted, "fuck baby."

It wasn't going to be much longer now, and he knew it. Therefore he slowed his tempo down.

"We'll do it slow and easy." He smiled. "I've got to get my money's worth."

"You're quite a man, Henry," she said. "A lot of fire left in those old balls yet."

"Don't call them old balls, baby," Henry corrected her. "Those balls are of a stud about twenty-two."

"You sure have a good cock on you," she said, "a great thrust. Oh it feels so groovy when you screw me."

Linda added to her pleasure when she locked her legs around his. Then, she let her hands wander up and down his back.

He loved the feeling of her hands there.

"Oh, keep that up," he panted. "Keep it up, baby. Yes, I enjoy that. That's what I want." Karen closely observed all the little tricks that her sister was performing on her lover.

"Oh, it feels so good when you rub my back like that," he said. "You're not bashful. You like to play with my ass, don't you?"

"Sure I do, Henry," she said. "Doesn't that feel good?"

Slipping her fingers between his asscheeks, she gently played with his buttocks. Then, the moment of truth came as she plunged her forefinger up Henry's asshole.

"Oh, baby," he said, "that feels groovy."

The hot pumping finger excited him. Then, it forced him to get his gun off quicker for she was massaging on his prostate to bring about an instinctive orgasm.

Henry caught onto this, and considered it a gimmick that a low class call girl would use who was operating on a ten minute basis.

"Now that's enough of that, honey," he told her. "Take your finger out."

It disturbed her that he made her do this, for she knew she would have gotten him there quicker.

"Oh sweetheart," he said, "do these luscious breasts ever look good by the firelight. Just let me lick them, sweetheart."

Now he bent far over to lick her breasts with his tongue while he continued pumping his cock into her.

"Wowee," Henry panted. "I'm almost there baby."

When he finally did cum, Henry just let out a moan of delight.

Throwing her pelvis forward, she quickly tightened her vagina.

"Fuck," she begged. "Fuck, baby, fuck."

"Give it to me," he gasped. "I want it, baby, every inch of it."

As her cunt clutched at his sliding tool, her hands feverishly ran up and down his back and she slapped his bottom. In the firelight Linda looked very beautiful and as the flickering firelight played across their naked bodies at this moment of climax Karen felt herself juicing once again.

She felt tortured to think she had seen another act and had no way of indulging in sex herself.

More than that, she loathed her sister for bringing men in there. She was nothing more than a slut, yet in her heart she felt so sorry for young Woody that she couldn't throw her out.

"Oh, finish it, baby," Linda said, twisting her hips around in a vigorous movement and grasping him tightly and milking his cock.

When she had given him a good go for it, he slid out of her, some of his cum dripping on her body.

This was almost more than Karen could stand. Turning, she went back to her bed, sprawled in it and pulled the sheets over her head.

Henry got dressed quickly.

"Well, I have to get home," he said.

"Of course, you're married," she added insolently.

"Yes," he said, "I am. Now Linda, baby, I hope you don't hold that against me."

Why, no,' Linda said. 'Some of my best customers are married."

When he had finished dressing, she saw him to the door. She didn't bother to get dressed, but simply picked up her clothes along with the towel. Turning out the fireplace, she went up to her bedroom and went to sleep.

The next morning, she decided, she could sleep in late.


CHAPTER FIVE

Woody slept in late the next morning too, and Karen had to call him.

"Woody," Aunt Karen called him. "Get out of bed."

When he didn't move, she pulled the sheet off him. She noticed, that he was stark naked with a big erection.

"Oh Woody," she said, "don't you wear any pajamas?"

"No damnit, I don't," he said, "and don't uncover me, Aunt Karen."

She apologized quickly, then she made light of it.

"Don't be ridiculous," she said. "You're just a child. And after all, I am your aunt. Now get out of bed and take a shower."

"If you say so," he said, tossing the covers aside, then walking with his erection to the bathroom where he urinated when his penis went down enough to allow the water to pass through the head of it.

As the boy showered, he left the shower door partly open and as Karen looked at him she felt herself wishing for him. She wished that she could take the soap and wash his body. She coveted his penis. She knew she could provide it with beautiful thrills.

She hated to think of him getting involved with young girls.

"Well I'll hurry along and fix you a wonderful breakfast," she told him.

Going downstairs she whipped up some egg omelettes and blueberry pancakes and fixed him his favorite syrup.

"What a feast, Aunt Karen," he said. "I'm sure glad I came to live with you."

"Well you need a good home, dear," she said. "Your mother wasn't exactly providing it." ; "Was she playing around again last night?" he demanded.

"I'm afraid she was," she admitted. "Of course we mustn't blame her completely. She doesn't make enough money at that bar. The guy who runs it is so stingy that she has to do everything that she can to get big tips and then she does this, too. But frankly, I think she should go into another kind of work. A cocktail waitress is not the most respectable business there is."

"You mean, you're asking for it?"

"In certain bars," Karen explained, "you are. Men just expect that they can pick up the waitresses there. And that is part of the reason they don't get much money. The management figures that they will clean up on sex on the side, and figuring that they won't get a percentage, they don't pay much in wages."

"It's a vicious circle," he said.

He got to his feet when he finished breakfast and put his arms around Aunt Karen. He kissed her on the forehead and smiled.

"Aunt Karen," he said, "what would I ever do without you?"

She felt guilty, for the moment he pressed his body against her, and could feel he had a hard-on.

"Thank you," she gulped. "You hurry on to school and have a good day."

As he hurried away from her, she became more and more obsessed with the idea that she would like to have sex with Woody. Yet, she threw such thoughts out of her mind, went back to her bedroom and made up the bed, A couple of hours later her sister Linda staggered downstairs and asked her: "Karen, honey, could you fix me breakfast?"

"Certainly," Karen said, trying desperately not to let on that she knew.

"You know, Karen," Linda said, "I want to give you a little extra money. Here's twenty dollars. Buy yourself something."

"You don't have to do that," Karen told her. "You're paying for your room here. That's enough."

"No it isn't," Linda said. "You might find yourself a skirt or a blouse or something. Buy something new. Don't you ever get lonely?"

"No," she said, "I haven't been lonely since my husband died. I just stuck here and kept busy."

"It isn't good," Linda told her. "You should go out and find a job."

"I keep busy," Karen said as she fixed a meal for her.

It wasn't long after that that Linda was gone for the day. That afternoon, when Woody came home, Karen had an idea that he would help her do some cleaning around the house.

"Woody," she said, "Could you wash some walls off?"

"Well, sure I can," he said. "But you're going to pay me a little, aren't you?"

"I wouldn't ask you to do it for nothing, dear," she told him.

She had gone to the store and bought the paint. She had the step ladder and was all prepared to have him go to work. Her idea was to make sure that he would wear only his jock shorts. That would give her an opportunity to look at his body from different angles.

"Oh, I don't want you to wear those nice jeans to paint in," she said. "Why don't you just wear your cotton shorts? I've got some paint thinner, and you can wash it off your legs."

"That's not a bad idea," he said. "Mom doesn't have much money, since she split up with Dad. He don't send her nothing."

Agreeably, Woody slipped out of his pants. Then he took off his shirt. When Woody, was reduced to his shorts he was a sight to see as he climbed the step ladder with a bucket of paint in one hand.

"Now, Woody," she told him. "Listen carefully to what I tell you about the painting. This is your bedroom, and you wanted it painted. This is your chance, and I'm going to pay you too."

"That's awfully nice of you," he said.

As he began painting, she looked at the rippling back muscles. Then she noticed his ass movements. More than that, she saw the bulging crotch. And this appealed to her all the more.

By the time the room was finished, she told him to take a shower. In so much as she had told him there was nothing wrong about taking off his clothes in front of her, he stripped, and when he did, she was treated once more to the sight of his young penis swinging between his legs.

"You know, I think I'm turning you on," Karen smiled.

"Maybe you are," he laughed. "You know there's something about this, Aunt Karen, it's not fair."

"Then tell me what it is."

Her voice was quivering with emotion now, as the sight of his swinging balls, his huge cock and firm naked ass appealed to her.

"What's wrong?" she asked eagerly.

"Well if it doesn't bother you to look at me, why would it bother you to have me look at you?"

"Don't be ridiculous," she said. "I can't do that."

To his surprise, his Aunt Karen listened to his request. She began undressing.


CHAPTER SIX

As Karen began taking off her clothes, Woody's young eyes bulged with anticipation.

"Oh, Aunt Karen," he said in awe as she got down to essentials.

Her beautiful bosoms were crowding out of the confinement of the bar. And her panties were appropriately moist.

"Aunt Karen," he said, "I want to do things with you."

"There are many things we can do, darling," she said. "I can teach you so much about love.

Let's go into my room."

Before she took off any more, she went to her bedroom. Then, carefully locking the door, she stripped out of her panties and bra.

Standing there naked, young Woody threw his arms around her, and his huge cock pressed hard and ready against her.

"Oh, Woody," she exclaimed, "I want you so much, baby."

Together Woody and his Aunt Karen went over to the bed.

"Lie on your back, Woody," she said. "I'll do some things to your body that you'll never forget."

The young sex-starved boy was only too eager to walk over to the bed. Every movement that his hands and body took as he strode in the direction of the bed turned her on even more.

She loved his rippling shoulder muscles and his asscheeks as he walked. She loved his big ass and his energetic arms.

Lying on his back, he spread his legs. His giant cock stood out anxious and ready.

Getting between his youthful legs, she first let her hands stroke up and down his inner thighs. She loved to play with him. Then she effectively used her fingers to play with his testicles.

He loved the feeling of her fingertips massaging him there.

"Oh touch me, Aunt Karen," he said. "You don't know what you do to me."

"Woody, baby," she said. "Don't call me Aunt Karen anymore. Just call me Karen."

"Yes Karen," he said agreeably.

She pressed her bosoms over his balls. He pushed his penis forward, and she moved up. Now his cock was between her breasts.

"Oh massage me with those beautiful knockers," he told her. "I love that."

She gave him the play that he wanted. Then he loved it.

"Keep it up," he told her. "I like that."

She kept it up and watched the crystal cum form at the surface of the small slit at the head of his penis. Moving up, she brought herself back farther. Reaching up, she grasped a pillow, to place it under his behind. This allowed her more access to play with him.

"Oh baby," she told him, "I just want to feel your ass. Do you like this?"

"I love it," he said. "Keep it up."

Then she went on massaging his balls with her fingers, utilizing her tongue. Letting her tongue lash around his testicles, she got him more and more excited. Then she let her tongue slip down to his ass.

He loved the feel of her slippery tongue sliding between his asscheeks. Suddenly, she stabbed up there.

"Oh, yes," he panted. "I like that. Yes, keep that up."

The hot tongue flipped in there. Now, they both Were tremendously excited.

Seizing his penis, she did exactly what she had seen her sister do moments before. She pulled at his cock, while she ate his ass out.

Young Woody never imagined such sexual excitement existed. His .body was trembling with passion, and he could hardly wait for her to mouth him.

"Suck me off, Karen," he panted. "Suck my cock off, baby."

Slipping her tongue away she let her mouth slide over his penis.

"Suck my cock," he panted. "Go ahead and suck it."

She let her mouth slip up and down the length of his organ. It became more exciting for him, as he wrapped his legs around her and pushed forward hard.

"Oh, honey, get it in there farther," he told her. "All the way, that's what I want. Yes, all the way. That's the way to do it."

As he let it slip to the back of her throat, new sensations excited him and stimulated him. His entire back was tingling and the sensations had him excited down to the tips of his toes.

"Eat me," he gasped. "Eat me. Yes, eat me."

The hot creamy cum was about to explode. Karen had never done this before in her life. This represented the most intimate contact that she had ever had with a man before.

As she kept her eyes open, she would look at the saliva slickened surface of the penis. She would see the balls hanging there, noticed the crack in his ass. She also couldn't help noticing the firm thighs, his curly pubic hairs. Even the aroma of his genitals appealed to her.

"Oh, play with my nuts," he told her. "Yes, pull them."

She got her fingers back to his balls and continued massaging them, pulling gently while her mouth moved up and down the length of his penis.

When she thought it was about time for him to juice, she figured she'd better cap it with her mouth and focus all of the action at that point.

Letting her lips tighten around the head of his shaft, she hung on.

"Eat it," he panted. "Eat the cock, baby."

The taste of sperm was starting to surface. And she sucked vigorously.

Shooting the creamy load into her mouth, young Woody locked his legs around her and thrust forward. The steady stream of white cum surprised her and delighted her, too.

"Oh, I'm cuming," Woody gasped. "Suck my sperm."

He didn't have to worry, Karen wanted it. She swallowed it eagerly, wishing there was more to be had when she had completed sucking all the juice out of his cock.

She pulled off him and immediately he said: "Hey, push your pussy in front of my face."

Going to the top of the bed, she straddled him. Then she lowered. Bending farther over, she was in a sixty-nine position.

She went back to licking his legs, to playing with his balls, and then she tried to suck more life into his limp cock while he went to work on her vagina.

She loved the sensations of his tongue slipping around. She didn't have to tell Woody a thing. This bothered her, for his tongue was far too talented for a young boy of fifteen who had never eaten pussy before. However, she was so passionately raised at the moment, she didn't care if he had done it before or not. The only thing she cared about at this point, was the satisfaction of her own carnal lusts.

"Eat my pussy," she panted. "Eat it, you pussy eater, eat it."

Pushing her muff farther over his mouth, she was smothering him with her cunt. And how he loved it. His hot hands grasping her ass and playing with her buttocks while his tongue swept inside her.

His inhibitions were gone, and so were hers. The fact that he was fifteen, and the fact that Karen was twenty-seven made no difference whatsoever.

"Oh, baby," she groaned in delight. As she wiggled her hips this way and that he was becoming so stimulated and excited that it made it a bit difficult for him.

He had to grab her, holding onto her asscheeks to hold her in place. Yet he didn't blame her. He knew he had a tremendous tongue because he had eaten a few girls before. He wasn't about to tell her or anyone else, but he was proud of his tongue jobs.

"Woody baby," she panted, "eat my pussy, suck my cunt."

With no inhibitions and with one thought in mind, pleasure, they both were enjoying themselves immensely. Now she had gotten his cock hard again. She slipped her mouth off it, determined that their next fuck would be one wherein he would slip it into her vagina.

Although she enjoyed oral sex, the big thrill was when she got it pushed into her pussy. But now she wanted him to bring her there.

His tongue continued lashing around her velvety vagina walls, and it couldn't be much longer now. His eyes, were open. He wanted to watch. He enjoyed the sight of his tongue slipping into that slit. He wondered, if it might not be easier if she had a shaved box. Yet, there was something about' the hair that made it more interesting. It was as if it was necessary to overcome a natural hairy barrier before he would get to the goal.

"Oh, baby, when you touch my love button with your teeth, you drive me out of my mind."

The hot spray surged into his mouth. He pressed his mouth tighter to her slit, and with a suction cup grip on it, sucked her dry.

He sucked all of it out, and then she looked over at him.

"Why did you stop sucking my cock?" he asked her.

"I'll tell you why," she told him. "I wanted to try it another way. I wanted to feel it inside my cunt. It's been a long time, Woody, since anyone has been in my pussy."

"Then I'd imagine it would be real tight," he said eagerly.

"Oh yes," she said. "My late husband always complimented me on having a real tight pussy."

"Did your late husband ever go down on you?" he asked her.

"He wasn't much for doing things like that," she said. "I don't know why. Maybe he wasn't sexy."

"Well, I'll sort of make up for him." Woody smiled. "I like to try everything."

"Woody, you're hungry," she said. "You're a growing boy. Why don't you slip into your swim suit or something, and come down to the kitchen and we'll fix something."

"Aren't you afraid if Mom comes home?" he asked her.

"She said if she couldn't get home at five-thirty today she was going to eat out and go from there to work at the bar."

She smiled and added, "It's six and she isn't home."

"All right," he said. "I'll just slip into a swim suit and go to the kitchen."

She put on a swim suit also and the two of them went down to the kitchen. She wanted to see him in reduced clothing. There was something about it that appealed to her. But more than that, she had a swim suit that she hadn't been able to attract any men in for a long time. Now, all this was changing.

"Say you look great in that bikini, Aunt Karen," he said.

"Don't ever call me Aunt Karen again, Woody," she said. "Our relationship is a little different than the usual aunt."

"You can say that again." He nodded.

Once in the kitchen, she fixed him a big meal. "You treat me real good," he said. "I guess you feed me so I can fuck you some more."

"No, that isn't it," she said. "I just know you enjoy eating. I like you, Woody, and I want to make you happy any way I know how."

"I wish Mom was more like you," he said. "Forget her," she said. "She's been a bad and evil influence. Don't even talk about it."

"I'll try not to," he said. "But remember, as bad as she is, she's the only mom I've got."

"Oh I know that, Woody," Karen said. "She is my sister, but I think it's best if we don't gossip. Right?"

Woody thought about it a moment, then he nodded.

"You're right," he said. "Doesn't get us anywhere. But we've got things to do. You said we could have some more fun in the bedroom. Right?"

"Sure, baby," she said. "We can have a lot of fun back there."

Together they hurried up to the bedroom. Once there, they got out of their swim suits and looked at each, other with hungry desire as they stood stark naked, ready for action.

Going over to each other, they threw their arms around each other and embraced.

"You're beautiful, Karen," he said.

"And you're so handsome Woody," she said. "I wish you didn't turn me on so much. I can't help it."

"I'm glad I turn you on," he said. "We're not hurting nobody. We're just fucking."


CHAPTER SEVEN

Now that Karen had enjoyed such a marvelous time with Woody, she wanted to continue it.

As she looked at Woody and admired him, she couldn't help comparing and contrasting him with her late husband.

"What are you thinking about?" Woody asked her.

"Plenty, baby," she said. Vividly, all of the experiences she had had previously rose before her.

"You know honey," he said, "I've got all kinds of ideas."

"So have I, baby," she said. "Let's try them all."

"I would really like it," he said, "to try it standing up with you throwing your legs around me."

"Oh, baby, you're wicked," she said. "I never did it like that before."

"Then you haven't lived, Aunt Karen."

"How many times do I have to tell you?" she complained. "I'm not Aunt Karen anymore. I'm just plain Karen."

"Karen baby," he said, "that's fine. Let's try it a different way. First, standing."

Woody was a big boy and as he stood there with his legs parted she knew what he expected.

Going over to him, she raised one leg, then he gripped her asscheeks. Throwing the other leg around his waist, she now was well supported by his hands.

"Just shove forward on that big hunk of meat," he told her.

Pushing forward on his chest, she crushed her breasts against it.

"Oh does that ever feel good," he told her. "Yes, I sure like that."

He was ramming into her and holding her asscheeks in his hands.

"Fuck me," she begged. "Fuck me, that's what I like. Come on, fuck me."

With his hands massaging her buttocks and his mouth pressing against her lips and her breasts pushing against his chest, he was enjoying fucking.

"Fuck me away, baby," she begged. "Fuck me, baby, all the way. Shove it in there. I want it, baby."

Glancing in the mirror, Woody got a charge out of it. There Karen was with her legs tightly wrapped around his waist. He couldn't even see his cock sliding into her as their bodies were merged together, but he could see her rounded firm bosoms pressing against him.

"Oh Karen, baby," he told her. "Squeeze the cock. Milk it for me."

"Honey," Karen reminded him, "this is a hard position to do my very best. If you had me lying down on the bed, with my legs spread out I would do wonders for you."

"But that's just it," he said. "I'm having such a good time this way, I hate to pull it out."

"Well you just go on doing it this way if you want to," she said. "And then you pull it out."

He did just what she said. He went on massaging her bare behind as he held her around his waist. Thrusting into her a few more times from this angle he figured that maybe he should give her suggestion a try.

He looked at her and smiled.

"I'm going to let you down easy," he told her.

Unwrapping one leg from around his waist first, she slowly slid off his cock. Then she got to her feet and walked over to the bed.

"Oh, what a body you've got," he said. "And to think that you're an old lady and still got a body like that."

That did it. Karen spun around and glared at him.

"Don't you dare go calling me an old lady," she said. "I'm only twenty-seven and don't you forget it. And the way I'm built, baby, I may as well be nineteen or twenty."

"Well, that's what I mean," he corrected himself. "I just meant you're beautiful, and you don't look your age."

"Forget age now," she said. "All that matters is us. Us getting together, just as close as we know how."

Lying back on the bed, she wasted no time in making herself very inviting and appealing.

She gently massaged her breasts and then she reached down and fingered her mound.

"Oh Karen," he said. "I'd like to have some more fucks."

Straddling her, he brushed the head of his cock over her pubic hair. It made her mound tremble to feel him that close.

"Come on, sweetheart," she said. "Shove it up there."

Surging forward he stabbed into her.

"Can you take it all?" he smiled proudly.

"You bet your ass I can," she said. "Every inch and then some. Don't be bashful, Woody. Aunt Karen loves it."

"You told me not to call you Aunt Karen," he reminded her.

"That's right, Woody," she said. "I slipped. It won't happen again. Now sock it to me honey."

As Woody's flexing asscheeks ground his prick into her she felt his cock stabbing harder into her hot hole. She loved the excitement that he put into it.

It was obvious to her now that there was a vast difference between men. Apparently, her first husband had been a rather cold man. Perhaps, she thought to herself, that was the reason why she had been dissatisfied most of her life.

Now Woody wanted to experiment.

"I want to have some fun," he told her. "I want to roll over on my back and have you be on top. I think I would enjoy that."

She was only happy to accommodate him. His every wish was her command. Rolling over on her back, she threw her legs up over him.

"Oh sock it to me, honey," she panted. "Yes, yes. That's what I want. Shove it in there."

It seemed as if she couldn't get enough of it.

"I like you on top," he said. "I can feel of your ass in this position."

He wasn't kidding, for Woody's hands began feeling of her buttocks. He gripped them and squeezed them just as she did his, and parting her asscheeks he slid a finger up her asshole.

"Say, you've got a nice tight ass," he said. "How would it be if I tried fucking that?"

"No, baby," she said, "we can't do everything."

"Why not?" he demanded.

"Well it just isn't right."

As she went on pumping away she planned to bring him there.

"Oh I can't stand it," he admitted. "Oh, I'm cuming!"

Sure enough, he was. The hot creamy sperm exploded. She felt it shooting in her pussy mingling with her own juices as she came too.

"Oh baby," she sighed, "what a real fucker you are."

It must have been the amount of juice that he could explode in her that impressed her so much. The way her late husband did it, it was comparatively a trickle.

When she pulled off him, she noticed he was still erect.

"We've got problems with you, Woody," she laughed.

"I know," he said, "I've had problems with that so long you wouldn't believe it. I lie in bed after I pump my pecker and got the juice off and the thing rises up again. It's so frustrating."

Then she remembered what he had requested about the ass fuck. She had never had it in this manner and she had no idea whether or not she would like it. However, having seen her sister in this form of sex, she was perverse enough to want to try it herself. "If you promise to be a real good boy and don't hurt me," she said as she noticed his coated with cum cock ready to invade her, "you may."

"Great," he said. "I know how I want it. I want it standing up with you bending over."

"All right," she agreed, "if that's the way you want it, Woody, that's the way you get it."

Woody couldn't get over how perfectly agreeable his aunt was. He loved finding a woman who didn't put up a stiff argument every time he suggested something, especially something unusual.

Bending over the bed, Karen agreed to the ass fuck.

As Karen bent over she first felt his hands brushing over her breasts. Then she felt his chest pressing down and finally she felt the invasion of his penis slipping in. It was well oiled with cum. However, it was a big prick to enter the tight anus.

He pulled up when he realized it wasn't going to go in.

"I guess I'd better grab your ass and then shove real hard."

"That might be a better way to make it," she told him.

She closed her eyes, not wanting to watch. The idea of that huge male member stabbing into her tight anal ring was not exactly pleasant to think of.

"Why don't you watch, Karen?" Woody suggested as he glanced in the mirror himself.

The sight of her upraised smooth behind appealed to him, and as he fitted his cock in inch by inch, he became harder and hornier for it.

"All right," she said not wanting to admit that she was going along with a lot of this just to please him.

Now, she let him shove it forward.

"Fuck me," she said. "Fuck me, baby. That's what I want. All the way, honey."

The cock stabbed in there. The pleasure, intensified once the terrible pain of entrance had disappeared.

"Oh, Karen," Woody gasped in surprise and delight, "I never had anything like this. This is fantastic."

He rammed it in there with hard driving thrusts. He threw his head back, clasping her asscheeks and squeezing them.

"Keep it up," he panted. "Yes, keep it up."

The driving, throbbing male member going in there with such vigorous force was making him happy indeed.

"Give it to me," he said. "Give me the fuck."

She twisted her tail about, bringing him a new type of pleasure.

"How do you like getting your ass fucked?" he asked.

He slapped her asscheeks as he continued stabbing in there.

"Oh, it feels real good," she admitted. "At first I didn't think it would. Now, Woody, you're doing it just fine."

She didn't want to discourage him, although she thought it was a little bit rough. Nevertheless she figured in time he would learn how to be a bit more delicate with his unique way of enjoying sexual contact.

He went on ramming it up her rectum and then he was ready to juice. Shoving hard with all of his force, and with his balls bouncing on her behind, he shot his wad.

"I'm cuming," he cried emphatically. "I'm cuming. I'm juicing."

He squeezed tightly, then the juice shot out of his cock.

When he finally did pull his penis out of her, he was so excited he was pacing the floor. Waving his arms, he was exclaiming: "I just can't believe it."

"Just can't believe what?" she asked.

"I just can't believe how much fun it is," he laughed.

"Sex, baby," she told him, "can be an awful lot of fun. I learned that a long time ago. But my poor husband was never as good as you."

She sat on the edge of the bed and he joined her. He put his arm around her and said: "You've had a tough time of it, haven't you, Karen?"

"I had a lot of lonely nights," she said. "A lot of days when I craved some man I might have by my side. But I guess that's life."

"That's in the past," he said. "Woody is here, and let Mom go and do her thing. If that's the way she is, let her do it. At least she's making some money, and you and I can have some love."

"That is a very healthy way to look at it," she said.

"When I was a little kid," he said, "there was always plenty of action around the house. You know, I caught Mom and Dad doing it one time."

"You did?" she asked.

"I sure did," he laughed. "Dad was trying to get Mom to go down on him and blow him. Mom, was mad at him that night and said she wasn't about to do it. Dad, grabbed her by the head and forced her down over his big old prick."

"That must have been a very unhealthy thing for a little boy like you to see."

"Oh no," he said. "I learned a lot from that. I really did."

After she and Woody had a few more words, they went to bed.


CHAPTER EIGHT

In the middle of the night, Linda arrived home.

"You don't have to worry any," she told her latest customer. "I think they're all asleep."

"Where are we going to do it?" the gentleman asked.

"Over there on the sofa," she said.

"Well, I prefer eating pussy in the bed," he told her.

"Now you just relax there," she said, "and I'll go in the kitchen."

Returning from the kitchen with a honey container in her hand, she looked at her customer.

"Carlos, honey," she said, "look what I've got."

"What are you carrying that for?" Carlos asked, puzzled.

"Well, you said you wanted to eat my pussy," she said, "and I thought I'd make it sweet and juicy."

"That's real nice," he told her.

"Sure it is, baby," she said, going into her slow strip which always turned them on as they could hardly wait for the moment of truth when she would take off everything.

Linda knew just how to tease.

She kept her customers in suspense until the last minute, when he finally pulled off her panties, revealing her center of interest.

"Beautiful," the man panted. "Now let me worship it with my tongue."

"Certainly, Carlos," she said. "But first let me get the honey in it."

Parting her legs, she slid the head of the plastic bottle into her vagina. Squeezing it, she lined her box with the honey. After the honey was in place, Linda spread her legs and watched Carlos go to town.

"Carlos," she complained, "you still have your clothes on. I don't think that's appropriate."

"I guess I got carried away," Carlos apologized.

"I guess you did," she said. "Now take everything off, baby, and we'll feel better playing around bare ass naked."

It excited Carlos to have her talk like this. It gave him a feeling that she was a woman of fiery sexual temperament who somehow couldn't get enough action.

"Oh, baby," she exclaimed as she saw his huge pecker flip up to attention.

She reached out and gently stroked it with her hand and she let her pink tongue whip over the head of it. Some of the crystal cum juice appealed to her taste. Reaching with her other hand, she cupped his balls and squeezed them.

"Now let me eat you first, baby," he said. "Then you can eat old Carlos."

She nodded and pulled away from his penis. Then, lying back she spread her legs eagerly.

Once more Karen stood at the door and watched. However, this time little did she know she was joined by Woody.

Woody, standing stark naked at his door, was playing with his cock as he watched. It was stimulating him no end.

At the same time, from her bedroom door, Karen watched, and she was fingering her moistening mound. If Linda had any idea that her son and her sister were watching her activity, she would have been somewhat ashamed.

While she was a bold woman who would not hesitate to do most anything sexually and was more than eager to charge for it, she still had a couple of scruples left. And one of them was not being seen by her son. However, unknowingly, she was putting on a spectacular performance.

Carlos, with all of his Latin lover temperament was putting on quite a fiery performance.

His hot tongue lashed all around her juicy mound.

Suddenly, he stabbed into her.

"Oh, keep that up," he panted. "Keep that up, baby. That's what I want. Oh, baby."

Soon, he was inside of her. Unashamedly he let his tongue explore her. He varied the pace, at one moment moving very slowly, then moving faster. This stimulated her all the more, as she was eager to get her climax.

"Eat me, Carlos," she said. "Yes, eat me. That's what I want, that's what I need."

Always the sight of pussy, and the taste of it drove Carlos insane. Now as he held the hot flesh of her buttocks in his hand and pumped his tongue away he kept his eyes open. He didn't want to miss the sight.

The two of them were connected. Connected, in the most intimate manner possible. It wasn't important to look in each other's face. The important thing was that his face connected with her genitals.

He loved her down there. She could tell this, and this stimulated her. The way his tongue swept lightly over her pubic hair. The way he would bear down and kiss her there and then the hot plunging movement as he drove into her.

Now he was using his tongue like a penis. He was stiffening it and stabbing it back and forth with vigorous thrusts. The honey tasted good to him. Licking it, he suddenly nibbled her clit, and then sucked at her clit. This was too much. She gushed.

"Carlos baby," she cried excitedly, "I made it, I'm cuming."

She wasn't kidding either. Reaching down, she gripped his head and held him there pinned over her pussy. He loved being held in place like this. It was an exciting moment for him.

"Oh baby," he told her, "this is wonderful. Wonderful."

Carlos energetically let his tongue slide around inside her vagina, licking up all of the delicious mixture of honey and her hot juices.

Pulling out, he kissed her all the way up to her bosoms and he nibbled on the nipples and licked them. Coming to her mouth, he passionately stabbed his tongue into her face and French kissed her.

Now, he wanted some action.

"I'm ready, Carlos," she said. "I'll go down on you."

"Yes, baby," he told her. "I can hardly wait till you love me."

Getting to her feet, Linda moved to the far end of the couch. There, Carlos raised one leg over the leg of the couch, and let one leg drape on the floor.

"Now you've got easy access honey," he told her. "Just get right in there, baby, and do your damndest."

She crouched over him and, seizing his penis, began playing with it.

"Oh that feels good, honey," he said. "Real good. Keep it up."

Linda wasn't going to shortchange him. She knew what he would enjoy, and she was determined to give him the full treatment. After all, she was charging fifty dollars as a regular fee and she figured it was only fair to include a simple ass suck along with her regular cocksuck.

Carlos felt her hot tongue lash around his buttocks and he was really delighted.

"Oh wow!" he gasped, "that feels great. Oh yes, baby, use your tongue. Oh yes, my ass loves that."

There was no doubt that he did enjoy it a lot. And she was eager to please him. She wanted to give him every sensation. Sensations that other women for one reason or another wouldn't give him.

Suddenly, seizing the honey container, she stuffed its nozzle up his tight anus.

"What are you doing?" he asked as he felt the uncomfortable plastic nozzle sticking up his tight anus.

"Going to make your ass honey-licking sweet," she informed him with a broad smile.

Linda had a way of saying the damndest things, keeping that innocent look in her blue eyes that always turned men on.

"Anything you say, baby," he agreed. "Anything you say."

Now, with his asscheeks parted, and his asshole full of honey, she let her tongue lick and suddenly stab up there.

As her tongue rode up his rectum, he enjoyed the sensations enormously.

"Oh wow!" Carlos gasped. "Is that ever fantastic. Oh, honey, give me some sex up there. Oh, suck ass, eat the ass out."

AH of the times that Carlos had wished he could get women to do this particularly perverse act came back to him now. Finally he was experiencing it. Only twice before had he ever succeeded in getting women to do it for him. But here was a luscious looking young woman who was gladly doing it.

But little did she know that her son, who was watching upstairs, was now about out of his mind with delight. His hand went to his penis and he was stroking back and forth with rhythmic movements. This was what he was determined to get his aunt to do with him.

"Oh suck ass," he panted. "Yes, that's beautiful. Oh, baby, I love it."

In the meantime, Karen who was watching was also stimulated. She thought it would be fun to get it both ways, to get it herself and to do it to Woody. It could be a part of Woody's education and thus not prove harmful. She was sure he would find it delightful. The honey was such a wonderful idea.

She had to hand it to her sister for having created ideas about sex, if a bit perverse.

When she had finished licking the honey out of his asshole, she pulled her tongue out and let it sweep around the testicles. Letting her tongue flip back and forth, she teased and excited the testicles.

This pleased him no end. Now she knew that she had to get the cock or it would be juicing. He was that excited.

"Oh, wow, baby," he said. "Get on my cock, get it quick, baby."

She did as she was told. And, as she let her mouth move over the head of it, she clamped down with her teeth.. Reaching down, Carlos gripped her head and guided her there.

"Oh, sweetheart," he said, "spare nothing. Go through the basics. That's what I want. Yes, that's what I want you to do. All the way down there. Now you're doing it. Beautiful, oh faster, oh just like that."

It was interesting, for Woody. Watching, he enjoyed seeing Carlos' mid-section flip off the bed in his anxiety and his lust.

Also, Karen was fascinated.

"Oh, suck my cock," he panted. "That's what I want. Come on, baby, do it."

She was going down on it all the way to the base of his penis. At the same time, she was effectively moving her fingers around his balls. And she was using her finger to slip up his asshole.

He loved the sensations that were being created by her.

"Oh Linda," he gasped excitedly. "Keep it up. You know just what I want. Keep it up."

Pumping her finger up faster now, she kept pace to his cockstabs.

"Oh, I'm cuming," he cried enthusiastically. "I'm juicing, baby. Gulp my load."

He didn't have to tell Linda to gulp his load. For Linda was hooked on sperm. And she had waited for that moment of climax.

Greedily gulping his juicy load, she became more and more intensely excited.

"Oh, yes, baby," she panted. "I love that. Keep it going."

Finally he shot his wad.

"Suck it all out," he said. "Suck it."

She gladly followed Carlos' instructions. When she had completed, licking the cream out of his cock, she slid off and smiled.

"Oh Carlos," she said, "you tasted so good to me."

"Baby doll," Carlos said, "I've got to give it to you."

Without complaining she stretched out. And Carlos quickly got on top and slid into her. As he pumped his cock to her with vigorous hard jabs she became more and more excited.

"Fuck me," he panted as he wrapped his arms around her and began kissing her.

She threw herself forward and locked her legs around him.

Taking mental notes of everything she was watching, Karen realized that actually her sister was performing a service for her. Linda was teaching her so much about sex that her husband hadn't taught her. More and more, she resented her ignorance on the subject of sex. However, she figured she would make up for lost time with Woody.

Meantime, Woody was undergoing the same type of feelings. He was admiring his mother for her ability to do what she was doing. He wished that he could have some fun right away.

"Oh, faster, baby," he panted. "That's the way I want it. Faster, baby, use your cunt muscles. You know how. Snap your pussy."

As she felt Carlos' huge cock inch by inch invade her hot hole, she did make sweeping movements.

"Oh, like that," he gasped. "Yes baby, yes. That's what I like."

Linda had her pussy timed to perfection. She could do a few wiggles and grip the penis tightly and get a man off in no time at all. If he wasn't doing it right on schedule, Linda knew what to do with her fingertips.

She would zero in on the prostate. Reaching down with both of her hands, she gripped Carlos' asscheeks and kneaded them as if they were loaves of bread.

"I like your hand on my ass," he told her frankly.

"Keep it up, baby," he told her. "You really know how to use those hands of yours on a man's ass."

Gripping him tightly she squeezed till it hurt.

"Oh sweetheart," he groaned in delight as he rammed it farther into her.

Carlos' cock was on fire as he went on stabbing. Slipping her finger between his asscheeks, she pressed on his prostate and massaged.

"Oh, I can't help it," he panted. "I can't help it. I'm cuming. Yes, I'm there, baby. I'm there."

The steady stream of hot juice was matched by her own climax. He enjoyed flipping his tool in the well lubricated tunnel.

She pulled her finger out of his asshole and, grasping both asscheeks, squeezed.

"Oh Carlos," she panted, "you sure scored a double header tonight, baby."

Carols was proud and happy. Then as he pulled out she suddenly realized she had forgotten to get her money in advance.

Both Karen and Woody were watching to see what would happen.

"Now Carlos,' she said nervously, "about the fifty dollars?"

"Sure baby," he said.

Going to his wallet, he took out two tens.

"This is twenty dollars," she said. "My price is fifty."

"It's too late baby," he said, "because you can't do anything about it now, can you?"

"You bastard!" she exclaimed. "You good for nothing bastard."

"Sticks and stones will break my bones but names will never hurt. Giving you fifty would have hurt, honey. I'm sorry."

"Well I've learned my lesson," she said. "You try to be nice to a person and you see what happens. Gratitude, thanks a lot."

Carols didn't waste any time talking. And as Karen watched, the juice trickling down her legs from her last climax, she couldn't help feeling sorry for Linda.

She realized, that her sister's life of a hustler was far from a bed of roses. Also, Woody felt like springing to her defense.

They both had provided such pleasure for him. He had jerked off his meat, and had a handful of sperm that was dripping to the floor. He wished he could run downstairs and sock Carlos and get the money off of him. However, he thought it was best that he wash off his hand in the sink first and clean up the floor.

As Carlos finished dressing, she continued making carping comments.

"Some men are awfully cheap," she said, "and I don't care to deal with men like that."

"Look, baby," he said, "you know what kind of woman you are so don't try to act so self-righteous. You're a slut, you're lucky to get anything, because I don't have no respect for a slut. I just fuck them."

"Yeah, you fuck up royal," she said. "So buzz off, and don't ever come around here again."

"I'm a one night stand man," he said. "Once the mystery is over, I'm not interested. In other words, I've got to fool around with a different woman every night."

"Get out of here," she said, "you really revolt me to hear you talk about it."

"And I suppose you're wearing a chastity belt every night."

"I don't go out every night," she said. "I just go out with men that I feel are special."

"Yeah," he said, "men who have a special fifty bucks that they can hand you. Lock baby, I've met your kind many times before, they all got the same line. I'm real nice looking and I'm a great guy, as long as I've got their price. If I haven't, to hell with me. It just happens, this is one time that you got taken. Maybe it will even the score up for all the other times that you've taken guys. How about that?"

Carlos was smiling as if proud of himself. It seemed as if he was delighted with his achievement.

As Carlos walked out of the house, she slammed the door after him.

"Good riddance, bastard," she shrieked.

Linda was so upset that she couldn't go to bed. Her heart was pounding rapidly, and finally Karen thought she should come out and provide some consolation.

She slipped into a robe, and stepped out into the living room.

"Are you all right?" she asked her.

"Yes," she said. "Go to bed. I don't want to talk about it."

"You're acting awfully strangely, Linda, aren't you?" Karen said.

"So what if I am?" she said. "Isn't it my right?"

"Certainly," she said, "it's your right to act any way you want to. However, it isn't nice."


CHAPTER NINE

The very next morning Karen thought she'd have to level with her sister. She didn't like to see her taken advantage of.

After Woody had gone to school, she waited until Linda had gotten up. Usually she went out for her shopping and by the time she got back Linda would very often be gone.

This time Karen didn't leave the house. She had something to say to her, which she felt it imperative to say.

When Linda finally did come down for coffee, Karen spoke frankly.

"Dear," she said, "you have something very personal that you want to tell me, don't you?"

"Yes I do," Linda said with a smug smile, "and I hope you'll listen. Mind your own business!"

She was glaring at Karen as she said that. At that point Karen was so mad she could have slapped her face. However, she had to go easy for she knew having sex with her son Woody would get Linda furious, and, she wanted to stay on as good a side of her as possible.

"I'm always trying to be helpful, dear," she said, "and what happened last night made me feel terrible."

"Why?" she asked. "You felt terrible that your slut sister didn't get her price? Is that why you felt bad?"

"Yes," Linda said, taking off her glasses and looking at her sister directly. "That's the way I look at it."

"Give me another cup of coffee," Linda said. "You've sure changed a lot from when we were kids and went to church."

Going over to the coffee pot and bringing her some coffee, Karen said. "I've grown up a lot since then. I've learned that life isn't like it's pictured by some of the preachers. It's a lot different."

"Thank you for the coffee," Linda said, "I found that out too. The hard way."

"Well, dear," she said, "if you want to confide in me anything, just feel perfectly free. I try to be charitable and understanding as I can possibly know how."

"Well," Linda said, "after I got thrown out I had to make a living and I did some things I shouldn't have done. I found I could get easy money, where men were concerned. You just had to do a few simple tricks like pulling down their zippers and sucking on their cocks and you get ten bucks. Let them eat your pussy and you get another ten. And if you let them have the whole fuck, you could get twenty on up."

"That was easy money," Karen told her. "I don't get much from my husband's pension."

"Maybe you ought to go out and work like that too," Linda laughed.

"No," Karen said. "That's not exactly my game. But I don't want to discourage you, Linda, you must do what you feel you must do. I understand, and I don't hold it against you."

Linda reached out across the table and touched her sister's hand. Her eyes moistened as she thought what a good sport she was.

"You've got real class, Sis. I didn't know what a good woman you were until now."

It almost made Karen burst out laughing as she thought of what she had been doing with Linda's son Woody. If Linda had any inkling of the affair she had been having, she would undoubtedly would have wanted to use her hand to slap her - not to grasp it and warmly thank her.

"But I do want to help you anyway. I can, dear," she said. "You and Woody have a home here. That's my job. But, dear, I think it would be better if you'd confine your sex to the bedroom, don't you?"

"As long as there's nothing to be ashamed about," she said, "I guess so. I tried to make it look like a necking party or something on the sofa like they used to have back home when we were kids. I figured, if you ever found me in the bedroom with men you wouldn't just be suspicious, Karen, you'd know."

"Our lives all take different turns, honey," she said. "And who am I to judge you?"

Linda was grateful.

"I'm going to give you ten dollars more a week for our board and keep," she said, "and honey please believe me I appreciate your understanding. There aren't many sisters, who would be as understanding and charitable as you are."

"Why thank you, Linda," she said.

The day passed by swiftly and when Woody came home after school after staying at a buddy's house to do some homework, it was five o'clock.

"Where have you been, Woody?" Karen asked.

"Oh, doing some homework over at Allan's place," he told her.

"Your Mom and I had a nice long conversation today," she said.

"What did you tell the old whore?" he said tightly.

"That's no way to talk about your mother," she said abruptly.

"You don't have to cover for her anymore, Aunt Karen," he said emphatically. "I know what she is. I watched last night."

"Oh dear," she said. "You did watch last night?"

"Yes," he said. "And it was disgusting. There wasn't anything she wasn't doing, and she wasn't even good at getting her money. That guy took her for thirty bucks."

"You know why she's doing this, don't you?" Karen demanded.

"Why?" he demanded eagerly.

"To get extra money for you," she said.

"So I'm supposed to forgive her?" he demanded.

"It's a lifestyle your mother has chosen," Karen said. "We mustn't judge. At least she is safe when she brings the men here. If she goes to a mote! or their place, anything could happen. So I've asked her to bring the men here so we could always be close in case of an emergency."

"That's real nice," he said. "You're providing a nice wholesome environment for a young growing boy."

"I'll admit it's what you might call unconventional," she said nervously. "But it's our arrangement. Linda can bring the men here. We don't have to worry about her being killed in some horrible place. We'll hear her shouting or calling for help. We can both rush to the rescue. I know of no other way to handle it."

Woody thought about it a long moment. "Well," he said, "I guess maybe with inflation and all she does figure she needs some extra money. It's not too respectable, but you're right."

"In what way do you mean?"

"Well you're right in asking her to come here and do it," he said, "because she could get in big trouble doing it any place else."

"That's so true," she said. "And I'm glad you recognize it."

All of a sudden, it was obvious to Karen that Woody wasn't paying any attention to what she was saying. He was glancing at her bosoms. As his hot eyes feasted on her breasts, she realized he needed satisfaction.

"Something bothering you, Woody?" she asked him quietly.

"Yes," he said. "And you know what."

"I have a pretty good idea," she said, observing his huge bulging crotch.

The outline of his penis pushing hard against his pants made her realize just how hot he was.

"Maybe you'd like a shower." She smiled.

"Maybe you'd like to join me, Aunt Karen," he said with that little boy smile that always turned her on.

"All right," she said quietly.

Together, they walked into her bedroom.

Taking off their clothes, they finally confronted each other stark naked. As the young boy let his eyes wander from her beautiful breasts down to her vagina, his mouth watered.

"Just stand there and let me look at you." He smiled.

"Why certainly, dear," she said.

This was what he wanted to see for so long. So when he finally had a chance to look, Woody wanted to take his time.

"Oh, do you ever look great," he said. "Let me just play with those beautiful breasts of yours."

Moving over to her, he let his hands grasp her huge bosoms. He massaged them playfully as she smiled at him.

Reaching out, she began stroking him.

"I don't know why we turn each other on so much," he said. "But we do click, don't we Karen?"

Karen's heart was beating rapidly and her face was flushed as she nodded.

"Oh yes, Woody," she said, her voice husky with emotion, full of desire.

"Let's get in the shower and wash off," he said.

Together they went into the shower.

First, she insisted on washing Woody off. She took the bar of soap, and ran it along the length of his huge male member. At the same time she used her other hand to massage his balls. He liked the sensations she was creating.

"Oh that feels real good," he told her. "Yes, I like that."

He loved the feeling of her hands flipping from between his balls and down his legs. Now she was putting the soap aside and pulling on his soapy penis while she reached under his ass and gripped.

"Oh Karen," he said, "it feels great."

She continued doing this until she had him trembling.

"Now would you like to wash me off?" She smiled.

He reached for the bar of soap and gently let it slide over her bosoms. When each one had a lot of soap on it, he put the bar of soap aside and then massaged the big breasts. He built up the suds and she loved it.

"Oh, that's sensational," he told her. "That's really something."

Moving from her bosoms down to her vagina, he slipped a couple of soapy fingers up her hole. He pumped them vigorously and she responded immediately, gripping them tightly.

"Oh, that's wonderful," she told him. "I really like that."

He was becoming more and more excited now to get her on the bed and do his thing.

Getting out of the shower, they dried each other off. Then, going over to the bed, she lay down on her back.

"I've got some sensational things I'd like to do," he told her.

"Like what, dear?" she smiled.

"I think it would be a lot of fun to press my ass down on those gorgeous boobs of yours."

"Well, if you do it kind of gentle," she said, "I won't mind."

Straddling her, he slowly pressed his buttocks down over her bosoms.

"It feels good," she told him. "I like that."

At the same time he enjoyed brushing his big balls over her bosoms. Then he teased her by pointing his huge penis at her mouth and smiling.

"Reach up and lick it," he said. "I want you to beg for cock."

Karen wasn't above begging for it. She reached up and let her tongue slip over the virile young head of the fifteen-year-old boy's penis shaft.

"You like it, don't you?" he asked enthusiastically, his eyes blazing with excitement as he saw her go for it.

She nodded, and her tongue continued sweeping around the velvety crown of his penis.

"I'll give it to you in a minute," he said.

In the meantime, he pushed back a little and then pressed his huge cock between her bosoms. He massaged the hard penis on the soft flesh of her bosoms.

She loved his rough, crude way of doing it. He was so virile, so manly, so horny.

"Oh, you like me, don't you?" he smiled at her.

"More than you'll ever know," she told him.

Finally, he lifted up.

"Before I blow you baby," she said, "why don't you lower that sweet ass of yours over my face and let me lick it for you."

"Why not?" He smiled happily.

Moving forward, Woody lowered his buttocks over Karen's face. She gripped his firm young thighs, and gently eased her tongue between his asscheeks.

Letting her tongue slide around his asshole, she got him more and more excited.

"Oh yes, yes," he said in delight. "That's what I like. Yes, keep that up."

The sensational pleasure only brought him more delight. For this was the position that gave him a strange feeling of domination and delight.

As her hot hands held his thighs, he moved his ass farther down over her face.

Her hot tongue slipped all around his ass crack. Suddenly, stabbing into his asshole, she was riding him. He moved up and down, enjoying every thrilling second of the ass invasion.

"Suck ass," he told her. "Suck ass."

Grabbing his penis, she pumped. He enjoyed the sight of his balls jiggling up and down as her tongue moved in and out of his tight anal channel.

His body began to perspire as his balls flared with excitement.

"Oh, wow!" he told her. "I'm riding your sliding tongue. I like it."

Like it as he did, he had to stop, for he didn't want to let his hand job culminate. Realizing his time was short, he pulled away.

"I want you to take this in your mouth, honey," he said, "and do some good sucking. I'm almost there."

He didn't need to tell her. She was well aware of it. His trembling had told her seconds before.

Grabbing her head, he guided himself into her. He loved the sight of her cheeks sucking in as he slid in. Pushing it back and forth hastily, he felt it touching the back of her throat. His cock quivered again.

"Oh eat me," he told her. "Get the juice. Oh, you'll love it. Eat me."

He enjoyed making it difficult to breathe. He enjoyed sliding it farther down her throat. Grabbing her head, he angled her in such a way that he had further access to her throat.

"Think I'll get another inch in," he said. "That's it. Yes, yes."

Now he had it all the way in and his balls were bouncing on her lips.

"Oh wow!" he groaned as he shot his wad.

"I'm cuming," he groaned in delight. "I'm cuming."

Struggling to get it from her throat to her mouth so she could taste it, she finally succeeded before he had finished shooting his entire sperm load.

She always enjoyed the taste of him, and this was no exception. Once she had completed the pleasant task of sucking his seed, he pulled off.

"Thanks, Karen," he smiled with that embarrassed shy look that turned her on.

She slapped his ass and nodded.

"Well thank you, lover," she said. "That was a big load."

As he lay there, she couldn't help but admire him some more. She rolled over and put her arms around him.

"Just hold me, honey," she said. "Just hold me in your arms."

"Well, all right, if you want me to," he said.

She ran her fingers through his hair. His hair, was coarse and very seldom combed in any definite pattern. It just hung across the front of his head in thick bushy waves. Then she let her hands feel his bone structure. Somehow, it made her seem closer to him just to touch him all over like this.

"You like me an awful lot, don't you Aunt Karen?" he said softly.

"You know I do, Woody," she said.

"Well what's going to happen when I'm old enough for other girls?" he asked earnestly.

"We'll cross that bridge when we come to it," she said. "But you've got a long time yet."

"Three years I'll be graduated into a man," he said.

"I've got news for you, baby. You're a man right now," she said. "Quite a man at that."

Karen always had a way of saying things that made him so happy.

"Aunt Karen," he said, "I'll let you fuck any way you want to next time. You pick the fuck. Think of something real different."

Karen stretched her imagination as far as she could. Then she did think of something.

"Let me get a piece of string, honey," she said.

"A piece of string?" he asked. "What on earth for?"

"You'll find out soon enough, darling," she assured him.

She went to the kitchen, and got a long piece of string. She began knotting every inch.

"What in the world are you doing?" he asked when she came back into the bedroom, with all of the knots in a long piece of string.

"I'll show you in a minute," she said getting a jar of Vaseline.

"I don't know what you're trying to do," he laughed.

"Well, don't worry about it, baby," she assured him, "because you are really going to enjoy this."


CHAPTER TEN

Karen stretched out on the bed appealingly.

Now he was straddling her. She couldn't wait. Reaching for his cock, she guided him into herself. Then she reached for the open Vaseline container.

She slipped some of the Vaseline on her finger and then rimmed his asshole with it. Next, she began inserting the knotted piece of string.

"What are you trying to do with my asshole?" he asked curiously.

"You're going to find out, baby," she said. "And you're going to enjoy it, too. I know you will."

"Well, I hope so," he said as she continued stuffing the knotted string up his asshole.

Now he was pumping his throbbing male member into her with urgent hard thrusts.

"Can I give you a suggestion, Woody?" She smiled up at him.

"Sure you can," he told her.

"Well," she said, "you're like all young lovers. They are so eager to get their rocks off that they just jump on and ram it in and out as hard as they can. The object is, for the penis to massage the vagina at different angles. Why don't you jab it to the left, then jab it to the right? I'd like to feel it all over inside, then push straight forward."

"As you like it." He smiled.

Indeed, Woody did want to please Karen, and he rammed his cock in hard thrusts to the right. Gripping his penis tightly in the coils of her cunt, she twisted to the left.

It was obvious to him that her counter movements produced electric waves of sexual pleasure up and down his tingling spine, bringing his balls closer to climax. Yet, it was the type of thrill that did not produce instant orgasm. This, was good. For the moment that his penis shot, he knew the fantastic pleasure would be over.

"Oh, I like that, now jab it the other way," she begged.

He did as he was told. And again she swung counter to his thrust. The next time he jabbed it straight forward, and she gripped him tightly.

"Oh that's fun," he panted. "Really fun."

Now she was smoothly sliding the string out of his asshole.

"It feels funny." He smiled at her. When the knots pulled past his tight anal ring a surge of sexual excitement went through his body.

"Oh," he said, "now I know why I like that. It does feel fantastic."

Every time that a knot slipped past his tight anal ring, he felt the same pleasure.

"Oh, keep pulling that string out of my asshole, Karen," he told her. "It feels fantastic."

He reached back and slapped his butt as she continued pulling the knotted piece of string out of his asshole.

This was bringing him closer to climax. Now he was pumping up and down by the time she had pulled all of the knotted string out of his buttocks.

"Fuck it," he said frantically. "Fuck. That's it, baby Fuck faster, baby, faster. Oh yes, baby, throw your legs around me. Oh I'm coming," he groaned in delight, "I'm juicing, grab me."

She gripped him tightly with her hot thighs, holding him as he unloaded his rocks in her.

He didn't pull out of her until he had finished unloading, and slowly he withdrew and lay down beside her.

"Oh, Woody," she said. "I've never been fucked like that."

She loved to feel of him. She let her hands wander around his stomach and down to his legs, and enjoyed playing with his inner thigh. Then, picking up his limp penis, she gently pulled it back and forth.

"Did Mom tell you that Daddy might visit us?" he asked.

"It's funny," Karen said dropping his cock promptly. "I never heard a thing about it."

"Well, maybe she feels you won't want him around here," he said.

"Well, I never was particularly fond of Jim," she said. "You know I never approved of the marriage in the first place. However, Woody, if she hadn't married him, maybe there wouldn't have been someone as wonderful as you. So perhaps I've been too harsh with him."

"He's really not such a bad Dad," he said. "We used to go fishing together. We had a lot of fun. Actually, I miss Dad a lot."

"Every boy needs a mother and father," she repeated as if it were some rote that she had learned.

"I know it," he said. "Not that you and Mom aren't doing your best. But there are just sometimes you want to talk to a man."

"Well, dear," she said. "I understand that perfectly well. And if there is anything I can help you with, please let me know. For instance, in the sex department I can help you quite a bit."

"You know our teacher told us a funny thing," he said. "A lot of people live in Halethorpe, Maryland. It's against the law there to kiss for more than one second."

"Well, remind me never to go there," she laughed.

"Sweetheart," she said, "I never want you to think that I would ever stand in the way of you and some young girl. If you find a girl who means a lot to you some day, I want you to understand that I will never be jealous. I would be happy for you both."

"You don't know how happy saying that has made me," Woody confided.

"Why?" Karen asked nervously.

"Well this little chick at school is really something. She's been giving me the eye for the past few days, so I thought I'd see if I could score with her."

"Score with her?" Karen asked suspiciously. "Does it mean what I think it means?"

"I mean tear off a piece," he told her. "Bluntly," she said, "you want to fuck her."

"Yes, I do," he said. "And you won't be jealous, will you?"

"Well, I wasn't counting on you finding someone quite this quickly," she said.

"We can't help when love hits," he said. "You have no control over those things."

"But you're only fifteen," Karen reminded him.

"What difference does age make when it comes to love?" he said. "When it hits you, it hits you."

"But you had sex with me tonight," she reminded him, "and you say you've been looking at this chick that you love."

"Well, I mean I love to ball her," he said. "And I like to ball you too. I'm certainly not going to feel confined to any one pussy."

"You mean you want to play the field," Karen said disgustedly.

Detecting a sour note in her voice, Woody was quick to remind her: "But you said you wouldn't be jealous."

"Well not of any worthy girl," she said. "But I would be furious if you just went out with one who might be wrong for you."

"But how in hell am I going to tell if she is right or wrong for me till I screw her?" he said. "That's the acid test."

"Oh, is it?" she said. "I see you have a high character."

"Thank you," he said. "You're giving me a nice dig just because I'm trying to gain a little experience. Well, you can just shove it." Realizing how quickly Woody was going to put her in her place, she tried a new attack.

"Woody," she said, "what I'm saying is for your benefit. Did you see that big TV special the other night? You know the one I mean."

"You mean the VD special?" he asked slowly. "Yes. That's the one I mean," she said. "The one that they said was sweeping the country."

"Yes, I saw it," he said. "And it' sure does make a guy scary. But if you watched that show and believed everything they said, I don't believe anybody would do any more fucking."

"You don't have to look at it that way," she said. "But it does mean you have to be careful."

"I'll be real careful," he said. "I'll look her pussy over plenty before I stick my tongue or my cock in her. I promise you that."

"Well, that makes me feel a lot better," she said. "Actually, dear, I hate to think of you doing it just any place. Why don't you bring her here and do it in your room?"

"Oh, would you let me, Aunt Karen?" he asked eagerly.

"I think it would be better than just any place, and maybe you would have that light on in your room that you could focus on her cunt to see if she had anything suspicious. And pry those pussy lips apart and take an inspection tour with your eyes before you do with your tongue."

"You're sounding kind of bitchy," he said. "I don't know whether I'll bring the broad home or not."

"But she sounds like such a charming girl," she said, "that I think you should bring her home. How are you so sure that she'll give out with you?"

"Well, my buddy David said he had her."

"That's nice," she said. "She's already got references. Does she charge?"

"Very little," he said.

"How much?" she demanded.

"Two-fifty," he said. "She doesn't really mean to charge, but she doesn't like to give it away free either for she says people don't appreciate what they get free."

"Well, I can see her point," she said. "When did you plan to invite her home?"

"I was counting her in as my heavy date for Saturday night," he said.

"Now, Woody," she said, "I'm making a big exception to do this. I certainly hope your father doesn't arrive when something is happening. I don't want him to ever find out what was happening. He would say I was very immoral."

"But Aunt Karen," he reminded her, "wouldn't Dad think we were being very immoral to have sex with each other?"

"You've got a good point there," she said. "And please don't remind me. I think your father would tear us both apart from limb to limb if he ever caught us."

"Well," he said, "if the old man should show up unexpectedly, and catch us doing something we shouldn't, you just give me some warning. Knock on the door three times, then I'll get dressed and somehow I'll sneak that girl out, or have her hide."

"You see, Woody," she said. "I want to make you happy. Even though it disappoints me a little bit that you weren't thinking of me as your Saturday night love affair, I'm willing to share you."

"What if I should start going steady with her?" he asked.

"Well, I don't know if you could afford those payments all the time," she said. "You'd have to wait till you join the ranks of the working class to continue going with a girl like that. Does she charge for kisses and embraces, too?"

"No, just screwing," Woody said. "The others are figured in free as a preliminary."

"Well that's thoughtful of her," she said. "Very thoughtful."

"Well, could you tell me something more about her?" she asked.

"Well, yeah," he explained, "my buddy Allan says she digs having two guys. First, she kind of likes to get acquainted with one guy. Then, when she likes the guy, they get together with the other guy. So Allan, fixed it up. We'll have our little screw this week, and then we'll get together next week for a three-way."

She leaned back in horror and shock. Karen had all she could take.

"That is disgusting," she said. "And I forbid it. I don't see how you could think of such things. That is animal sex. Bodies fused against organs. It's disgusting, it's revolting. She can't care anything about you, and you can't care anything about her. There you would be sharing her body with Allan. And I don't have much respect for that young man. He's really quite insolent. The woman down the street told me he insulted her the other day."

"Oh, don't jump to conclusions for the younger generation, we've got to live our lives," he said.

"And I'm trying to give you a little more guidance to help you live a better life. Apparently you don't appreciate it."

"Knock it off, Aunt Karen," he said. "And don't be a hypocrite. You know, you're just as wicked as I am. You wanted my body and you came after me, you fucked me. You did everything, you even stuck your tongue up my asshole. Now just don't try to tell me that I can't fuck a little chick and join a three-way party sometime."

"That was different," she insisted.

Woody looked at her and asked curiously: "How was it different?"

His eyes fastened on her, waiting for an answer.

"It was different," she said. "Because I put love into it. I put feeling into it. You don't have any idea how much I love you."

Instead of impressing him positively, it only irritated him.

"Well, that's what I don't want you to do for me," he said. "Can't you understand? We're just playmates. Fuckmates. You mustn't get serious. You're an old woman compared to me."

"Twenty-seven years old an old woman?" she said softly.

"Well I'm only a fifteen-year-old fucker," he reminded her. "And it's a long way from fifteen to twenty-seven."

"You don't have to remind me," she said. "I'm all too aware of it."

Tears rolled down Karen's eyes. She rolled over and began sobbing in the pillow.

Now Woody realized he had spoken too harshly to her. He realized the sensitivity involved in females when it came to putting out in sex. And he kicked himself for being that crude.

"I'm sorry," he said, putting his hand on her shoulder. "I really am sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you."

Finally she quit crying long enough to turn around and tell him: "It was my fault. I should never have started. I couldn't help myself. You were so appealing to me, I thought I had to."

"Knock off all this blame crap," he said. "You don't have to apologize for nothing. I don't either. We were just having some fun. That's all, but we can't get serious over fun, can we?"


CHAPTER ELEVEN

Linda had a business opportunity that evening that she didn't know how she would resolve.

Two men were giving her the eye and she figured she could make time with both of them. Finally when one of them asked her if she would go out with him when the place closed, she confided : "Well, I may have another man who wants to go out. Would you object if he joined us?" The man thought about it a long moment.

"I'm not much for orgies," he said.

"Well, it's up to you," she said. "But my price is fifty bucks."

"Well," he said, "that's a lot of money."

"Yeah," Linda grinned. "And I'm a lot of woman, and don't you ever forget it."

She had made her point, and now she looked over to the other man.

"How're we doing, partner? Can I get you anything to drink?"

"I'd like to drink you," he said under his breath.

"That's what I call an indecent proposition," she winked.

Before the evening was over, she left with both men. She learned one was named Edgar, and the other was named Tom.

"Sounds like twins, Ed and Tom. Well, I've got a real convenient place at my pad where we can make out. I usually charge fifty dollars each, but figuring there's going to be two, I think I can reduce my rate to forty bucks."

"Thirty would be more like it," Tom said.

"That's right," Ed said. "We're not rich men, we're just bar fuckers, who want to get our rocks off."

"Well, that isn't much money," Linda complained.

"Well," Tom said, "I think it's quite a bit.

Sixty bucks for a little half hour or so of fun? I couldn't make that much for wiggling my ass."

"Well, of course not," she said, "well all right." Finally, she had agreed to the price. They went to the house and Karen got a little jolt as she heard the two men talking. To herself, she thought that Linda was carrying this a bit too far. It was one thing to have one man and do it discreetly, however to bring two men in was a little much.

Woody was asleep and he didn't hear them come in. It was a good thing as he would no doubt raise a big fuss if he thought his mother had gone that far.

The two men went into the bedroom and they all began undressing.

"Money first," Linda said quickly, "I've had bad experiences when I don't get paid in advance."

"You mean like men skipping?" Tom asked. "You hit it on the nail," Linda said. "I was robbed and it isn't going to happen again, not if I can help it."

"Well I don't blame you," Ed said. "Those fuckers ain't got no justice in their bones at all."

"Thank you boys for the money," she said, "I appreciate it very much."

Then, she put the money aside and noticed they were totally undressed. Their huge cocks stood out in front of them, waiting for action.

"Well, what do you boys want?" she asked bluntly.

"Well, I'd like to get my cock sucked before I fuck," Tom admitted, "I can't get the old lady to do it. She says it's a dirty old thing, and she'll be damned if she'll put it in her mouth."

"Oh that's so unsophisticated," Linda said. "I give a great blow job. Now, honey I'll just lie down on the bed and you straddle me and I'll start eating your cock. And while I'm eating your cock, how would you like to watch the other guy eating my pussy?" He nodded. Now the two men were on top, one feeding his cock into her face, while the other was going down on her cunt.

"Oh, this is wonderful," Tom said as he fed her his cock.

The two men were enjoying themselves immensely. They took turns having cocksucks and eating pussy. Then she got rid of them.

She was thankful, because she wanted to get some sleep. However, to her great shock and horror, she found someone slipping into her bedroom after she had let the two men out.

"Honey," a voice said, "I forgive you."

"Why Jim," she said, "what in hell are you doing here?"

"I've seen the errors of my ways," he told her, "and I've come back. Can you ever forgive me?"

"I don't want to go back to you, Jim," she said. "We went through too much."

"Don't deprive me of a piece of ass," he complained. "I've come a long way to get my tongue in your box baby, and I want a little loving."

"You know I work awfully hard at the club," she said. "And I just got to sleep."

"Haven't we time for a sweet sixty-nine?" Jim suggested.

"Really, Jim," she said. "I'd prefer going to sleep. But if it means that much to you, I guess I could."

She didn't care to do it at all, as she still felt bitter about her late ex-husband Jim tossing her out.

Jim was eager to undress. He got in bed with her. He arranged his body, so he had his face down there over her muff. And he was pressing his cock to her mouth.

"Grab it, honey," he told her. "And suck on it."

She gripped the penis and began sucking on it.

"Oh, baby, nobody ever sucks me like you dc," he told her.

He lay back and luxuriated in her sucking activity. However, he was neglecting her and she wasn't putting up with it.

Pulling her mouth off his penis, she told him so too.

"I thought this was supposed to be a sixty-nine," she said. "If it is, I'm sure getting the short end of the stick."

"I'm sorry about that baby," he told her. "I'll go down there and eat you."

He got down there between her legs, and did some quick licking. She loved the feeling of his tongue as it slipped over her slit.

"Oh," he groaned in delight, "what a pretty pussy."

He let his tongue slide back and forth the length of her slit. Then he plunged inside of her and flipped it across her clitoris. Next, he brought his mouth down hard over her clit and sucked vigorously on it.

She became so excited now, she was juicing in his face. Now their throbbing bodies were joining together in the sexual rites of those who loved. His penis was slipping in and out of her mouth in a rhythmic thrust, while his tongue slid in and out of her vagina.

The two of them continued this until she juiced. When he felt her gushing her hot pussy spray, he quickly licked. He nibbled her clit, and gripped her asscheeks and squeezed them as he sucked the juices from her vagina. He enjoyed her juicy pussy, and it got him so stimulated he shot his load.

She sucked vigorously as he shot his wad. She jiggled his balls and slid her finger up his asshole.

"Oh, honey," Jim cried as his wife put such feeling and emotion into her cocksuck. "You're really doing it right tonight. Oh, suck the juice out of my big old prick, baby. That's what I want."

She finished him and pulling her mouth off his cock whispered: "Oh dear we meant so much to each other."

"I know it, baby," he told her. "We always did connect sexually. We're dynamite in the bed together. It's silly of you and me to separate."

"But I can't go back to what we had," she said.

"Why not?" Jim demanded.

"Because, baby," she said, "since we have been apart we have grown apart."

"I've played around," he said. "But I didn't find any chick who could ball like you."

"I don't want you just to come back to me," she insisted, "just because I'm a good fucker.

That's not very much of a recommendation."

"Oh, it's much more than that," he assured her. "But it's that too."

"Well, that's a little more like it," she told him. "No woman wants to be thought of as just a place where a man can put his penis. It's not very flattering, you know."

"Honey," he said, "we have so much going for us, including our young Woody. How is Woody doing?"

"He's doing good as far as his report cards are concerned," she said. "I'm so busy working at the club and all I'll admit I don't have much time to spend with him."

"That's too bad, honey," he said. "Woody needs a father, that's for sure. Any boy does."

"Yes," Linda agreed. "Any boy needs a father. But all of this arguing, fighting and bitching that was going on in our home didn't help make it a very happy one for Woody. They say that if a mother and father are going to be fighting all the time, it's better for the kid to live with one of the divorced parents."

"But we're not going to be fighting anymore," he insisted.

"Oh Jim," she said, "you're making it mighty tempting."

"Honey," he said, "I'm getting hot again. What are we going to do about it?"

"Maybe you'll find yourself one of those wild women that you were playing around with when you left me," she said.

"Just when I'm trying to be nice to you," he complained, "you come up with cracks like that. No wonder I used to slap you across the face. You've got a wicked tongue."

"Well, maybe I am possessed," she said. "Maybe the devil did it and you shouldn't blame me."

"The devil didn't do anything to you, honey," he said. "It's that bitching tongue you've got. Now, honey, let me have a little fuck."

"You had enough for one night," she said. "You always did like to overeat and overfuck."

"Come on baby," Jim insisted. "Maybe fucking will bring us back together."

"All right, honey," she agreed. "If you want to fuck me this bad, I might as well let you."

She rolled over and her husband got on top of her.

"I always like it when you slip it in for me, baby," he told her.

Reaching out, Linda grabbed Jim's huge cock. She swung it back and forth across her pussy hair, enjoying the feeling of it brushing her there.

"You still like that old prick of mine, don't you, baby?" Jim smiled proudly as he watched the way she toyed with his penis.

"Sure, lover," she said. "It's a big old thing."

Finally, Linda pushed forward and grabbed the cock and pressed it down into herself. As it rode into her vagina, she let out a small moan of delight.

"Oh it's so good," she said. "Fuck me, baby, fuck me."

He drove into her and she loved the sensations being generated as he stabbed in there.

"Give it to me, baby," he begged. "Give me a good fucking."

It felt fantastic to her as he rode in there with hard, even strokes.

"Jim," she said, "let's roll over like we used to and let me do it on top."

"If you want to honey," he agreed.

Rolling over, without letting his cock slip out of her cunt, he let her engineer the action from the top position.

"Fuck, baby," he panted. "Fuck. That's what I want. Come on, baby, fuck."

Linda was gripping his tool tightly in her vagina. She was squeezing it hard.

"Fuck, baby," he begged. "Fuck. That's what I want. Come on, baby, fuck."

Suddenly, she juiced. So did he. Together their love juices blended as he rolled her over and got back on top and finished thrusting.

Her hands reached for his behind and she squeezed them. "You' do love me, Linda," he panted. "You wouldn't fuck me that way if you didn't love me."

"I know I do, baby," she said. "But we're just no good together anymore. I would want to step out."

"What do you mean?" he asked frankly.

"I'm telling you what I mean," she said. "I've gotten used to going out with different men, and I don't hate it. I love the variety. Each man has his own way of fucking."

"That's dirty talk," he said. "No woman is supposed to feel like that. That's the way men are supposed to feel."

"Well, I'm equal now, honey," she said, "as I want as much wild sex as a man wants."

"That's interesting, baby," he said. "Because I never thought you'd stoop that low."

"I'm sorry, honey," she said. "But that's just the way it is."

Jim rolled over in the bed and didn't care to think about it anymore. He realized that he was outdistanced. He felt guilty at first. Then the guilt vanished. And he felt it was all her fault.

He hadn't told her to play around with these other men. If that's the kind of woman she was, then that's the kind of woman she was.


CHAPTER TWELVE

The next morning, Woody got a big surprise, before he shipped off for school.

"Guess who's here, honey," she called out to him when he came down for breakfast.

"Who Mom?" he asked Linda.

"Daddy dropped by," she said. "And he's just dying to see his son."

The truth of the matter was he was sleeping, and he could care less about talking to Woody. He had come home for a piece of ass and he figured that his wife wasn't such a bad piece after all and he might as well keep her on a regular basis.

"Maybe I should go in and wake him up," Woody suggested.

"Maybe not, dear," she said. "He might not appreciate it."

The day sped by quickly for Woody who could hardly get home to greet his father.

However, when he did get home his father was gone, and he felt terrible. His Aunt Karen was waiting for him.

"Where do you think Daddy's gone?" he asked angrily.

"I have no idea, honey," she said. "Why don't you let me give you a nice relaxing massage?"

"Not a bad idea," he agreed. "I just wish the bastard had waited around long enough for me to tell him what I think of him."

"I guess you don't think too much of your father," she said, "do you?"

"How can I?" he demanded.

"Well it wouldn't be easy, dear," she said. "After all he's put you through."

Woody went into her bedroom, and after he took off his clothes she suggested a quick shower. Then she carefully locked the door. She knew she was taking a rather big chance, that his Father might return. Yet, she thought to herself, it was very doubtful.

"I'm ready," young Woody said when he had finished showering and stretched out on the bed.

She got some body oil and began massaging some onto her bosoms.

"I thought you were going to massage me," he reminded her.

"I am going to, dear," she said. "Don't you worry about that none."

It didn't take her long, to let her fingertips massage the oil into his body. Then, bending over, she brushed her smooth bosoms across his buttocks. She brushed them back and forth quickly. Then she crushed them down.

"How does that feel, honey?" she asked him.

"Well that feels real good," he told her. "Real good."

Now she began licking all around his asscheeks. Woody loved it.

"Oh, that feels so good, Aunt Karen," he told her, "don't be bashful, let your tongue slide way up there if you want to."

Karen wasn't being bashful. She let her tongue slide up his asshole. As the tongue slid up the asshole, he wiggled all about the bed. She gripped his asscheeks and held him down.

"Oh, Karen," he panted, "does it ever feel good when you eat my ass out."

"Now flip over honey," she said, "so I can give you some more fun."

Young Woody flipped over. He presented her with his penis. He pointed it down to her and unflinchingly told her, "Suck that big pecker."

She pulled the penis to her and slid her lips over it. She let her tongue lick the crown of it. Dipping into the small slit at the crown of the cock stimulated him all the more.

"Oh, suck me off," he begged. "Suck me off."

She went down there and sucked vigorously.

"Oh wow!" he panted. "I want more, keep that going."

It wasn't going to take long, to give him what he wanted. He was thrusting back and forth in hard regular jabs.

He reached down and gripped her head and guided her.

"Suck it," he told her. "Suck, suck, suck."

Just as she was about to gobble down his juice, she heard someone knocking at the door.

"Just a minute," Woody called out.

Then he whispered to her: "Suck it off."

She sucked more vigorously now, eager not to be disturbed till she got a load of cock juice in her mouth. Now she was greedily sucking him.

He loved the sensation of being sucked. She swallowed his sperm, gladly.

"Oh wow!" he panted, "that's fantastic."

When she had finished, she came back to her senses. Someone was still pounding at the door.

She slipped into her robe, as Woody slid into some clothes. Opening up the door, she was flustered to see Jim.

"What's going on here?" Jim demanded.

Just then Woody caught sight of his father.

"Well, Dad," he asked, "what's it to you?"

"Don't you be insolent with me, son," he reprimanded him.

"I haven't seen you for quite a spell, Dad," he said angrily.

"And I don't appreciate you talking that way when I do see you, son," he said in a huff.

"All right," he said, "I guess I know what the score is."

It was obvious to him what the score was.

"You're having sex with my son," he said angrily.

"Sure, Dad," he said. "And it's my business if I want to fuck her."

He thought about that for a moment. Then he looked at Karen and smiled.

"Maybe you're doing a service, breeding my boy," he said. "But how about some of the same breeding?"

"I want to watch, Dad," he smiled.

"Well, your mother better never hear of this," Jim said as he began undressing.

"Don't worry about her," Karen said, "she's too busy getting paid for her services at the bar."

"So she's back to her old tricks," Jim said as he stripped down to his shorts. "Well, you never could trust that little bitch. She wanted to work as a cocktail waitress .so she could be a prick teaser. Then, she could cash in on her body."

Jim slipped out of his shorts, and for a moment was a bit embarrassed to let his son see his gigantic male member.

"Wow, Dad," he said, "you sure have a big cock on you, don't you?"

Going over to it, Karen was delighted. She dropped to her knees and pulled the huge penis to her lips.

"Oh, Jim," she exclaimed, "what a prick."

She slipped it to her lips and let her big pink tongue lash the head of it.

"Go ahead and blow me," he said.

"Dad," Woody said, "she'll eat ass too."

"All right, baby, you can suck my ass first," he commanded her.

"Not until you take a shower first," she insisted.

"If you're going to be so particular," he said, "all right."

Jim didn't enjoy being forced to take a shower before sex. Nevertheless, he realized that if Karen was going to suck ass, he probably should. As he took his shower, his son removed his clothes. He wanted to jerk off while he watched his father getting his.

When Jim returned and stretched out on the bed, he asked her bluntly, "What position do you want me in honey?"

"Well I'll do it for you the way I did it for Woody," she said, "did you enjoy that little massage I gave you, Woody?"

"Oh that was tremendous," he assured her.

Now she oiled her breasts once more. And then she placed the oil on his buttocks. Bending over, she let her breasts sweep over his asscheeks.

Jim's body quivered.

"You're a real sexy woman," he told her, "real sexy."

He was getting more excited every moment.

"Now, baby," he told her, "we're really going to have some fun. I want you to get your face down there and finish massaging it with your hands and let your tongue do the massage job."

"Sure, Jim," she said.

Woody sat on the edge of the bed and had his swollen penis in his hand. He was pumping up and down on it.

"Oh, Dad," he exclaimed, "is this ever going to be a lot of fun."

His father was indeed enjoying himself.

"I can see why you've been enjoying your stay with Aunt Karen," he told Woody. "She knows how to do a lot of things real good."

Her hands were moving swiftly now and she was getting more and more excited.

"Oh wow," he panted, "this is going to be fun, baby."

She buried her head in his behind and her hot tongue whipped out. Soon she was licking all around his asshole. He loved the sensations that she was creating.

"Suck ass," he begged her. "Oh sweetheart, suck ass. That's what I want, suck."

She let her hot tongue continue licking. He war enjoying himself immensely now.

"Baby," he panted, "you're doing it just right. That's beautiful."

The hot tongue stabbed away. His ass arched upward, allowing her tongue easy access to his buttocks.

"Fuck, baby," he told her. "Fuck. That's the way I want it, baby, fuck it."

Jim could not remember the time that he had ever had any whore who could flip her tongue in his asshole the way this woman could. Usually, the whores put up a big fuss. But Karen was putting up no fuss, but doing an excellent job of jabbing her tongue up his tight anal channel.

With his ass arched up, it gave her an opportunity to reach for his cock, which she did. She pulled on it, enjoying the sensations that she created. At the same time, he was getting more and more excited.

"Why don't you scoot around to meet me," he said, "so I can feed you my dick?"

Flipping her tongue out of his asshole, she got beneath him. She massaged his buttocks, while she slowly accepted his penis into her mouth.

She sucked on it vigorously, and he loved the sensations that were being created.

He was pumping his pecker into her mouth, with the balls riding her chin. At this point Woody was watching closely. He found himself getting stimulated.

His father turned to him and was somehow enjoying the fact that Woody was watching. It made him feel more manly, more virile.

"How am I doing, son?" he demanded.

"You've sure got a big cock, Dad," Woody said bluntly.

"Yeah, and your old man knows how to use it too," he said. "I shove it right down her throat and fuck her face like she's never been fucked. She loves it. She's good at it."

Woody's hands were pumping vigorously now. He was watching every movement.

"Gobble my cock," Jim panted. "That's what I want, baby. Gobble that great big cock. Come on, Karen. Gobble that big prick."

Karen felt it sliding farther and farther. She was enjoying it, but she wondered how much she could take.

"Oh, baby," he groaned in delight as he rolled his penis farther and farther down her throat. "Come on, baby, do it."

She accepted him and gave him the pleasure he sought. She was delighted when he shot his load into her.

His son observed it and became definitely stimulated.

"Dad," he gasped. "You're a good fucker." Jim didn't pull his pecker out until he had finished shooting. Then, proudly, he pulled his penis out of Karen's mouth.


CHAPTER THIRTEEN

Karen, Jim and Woody were on the bed together now.

"Son," he said, "I guess you're a chip off the old block. You like to fuck where you can."

"That's the truth," he admitted.

As she lay there, a sudden idea seized her. "You know," she said, "when we get together for a three-way we'll really be screwing."

"I'm hungry," Jim said. "First I think I'll go out and buy some T-bones and have us a nice meal. Then after that we can have a good three way fuck."

"Oh Dad, will you?" Woody asked. "Will you?"

"Sure son," he said. "But right now you've got to get that hard-on taken care of."

"I can take care of that," Karen said, reaching for his cock. "I can give him a simple jerk job."

"I don't want it jerked off," Woody complained. "I can jerk my own cock off."

"Sure you can," his father laughed. "But you ain't had nothing till you had a woman do it for you. Some women have it down to perfection. Real technique."

"I know how to do it," Karen said, "don't think I don't. Just spread your legs, Woody, and let me grab that big old prick of yours."

Jim couldn't help but be amused at the way Karen went for his son's cock.

Woody spread his legs. Karen grabbed his cock and as she pulled on him his balls jiggled up and down.

Jim watched proudly, delighted to think that his son had such a good response.

"Son," he said, "you sure know how to give a good fuck. I'll tell you that."

It was indeed a proud moment for the father as he watched his son.

"That's fantastic," he told Woody. "You really know how to do it."

Faster and faster she pulled on the penis. Every moment it was becoming more obvious that he really enjoyed doing what he was doing.

"Fuck it," Woody panted. "Fuck my cock."

Karen knew what she was doing. She was getting him to the point where his juice would spurt. Then, quickly, she would slip her mouth over his cock so she could suck the precious juice out of his male stem.

She continued pumping until he was so excited that he suddenly burst in a blinding flash of white cream. He was getting harder and hotter every moment now, and she could hardly wait for that moment of truth.

"Oh, Karen," he panted. "I'm almost there. Oh, baby, watch it."

She went on pumping happily, eager to bring him to that point of climax.

"Keep it up," he panted. "Yes, keep it up."

It wasn't going to be much longer now and he knew it. She got a better hand grip and then she was ready.

"Fuck off," he exclaimed.

She bent over and let her mouth slip over the head of his shaft. She sucked vigorously as the hot white cream spurted into her mouth.

"Oh; eat me," he panted excitedly, "eat me."

Gladly, she devoured him. This was what she had waited for.

When she had completely finished him off, there was a sound of applause. She turned and saw Jim applauding her. Jim slapped her ass and told her quietly: "Baby you get out there in that kitchen and fix us some food. I'm starved."

She took her mouth off his cock and laughed.

"Maybe I've had enough to eat now," she told him.

"Well, maybe you have," he told her. "But I'm still hungry."

She giggled, as she talked about enjoying her protein cocktail. Then she began slipping into some clothes and preparing to fix dinner.

When she was gone, Jim had a chance to talk to his son.

"Son," he said, "I'm sorry about your mother. I guess she really isn't much of a mother to you."

"No she isn't," Woody said. "She is what you might call one of them whores."

"It's a pity she's a whore," he said. "As that's what probably drove me to other women. Naturally, it hurt me to think of it. I've tried to lead a good life, and if it weren't for your mother having this desire to step out, I never would have."


CHAPTER FOURTEEN

"Come and get it," Karen called out.

Her two men, Jim and Woody, went to the kitchen to have a good meal.

"My you are a good cook," Jim said. "You're probably mighty hungry," she said. "How is everything going, Jim?"

"Not bad," he said, "except I miss my son. We used to have a lot of fun going hunting together. It ain't right that a son and a father are separated."

"No it isn't, Dad," Woody said. "And you should be teaching me things about women and all."

"Judging from what your Aunt Karen is teaching you and all, you are learning quite a bit."

They enjoyed their meal and engaged in a little small talk. Then, once they had finished eating, Jim admitted: "Son there are many things that you must discover about sex, and the best way to have sex is to have it with other people. I think, for example, that we could have a wonderful time if we should have a three-way."

"What do you mean?" Karen asked. "Do you mean you want to engage in more sex with me now?"

"Well, I feel horny," he said. "It would be a lot of fun."

As they looked at each other, it didn't take them long to realize what they wanted to do.

"I just don't know whether I'm up to it or not," he said.

"Well I know I am," she said.

Now she was as hot for it as he was.

"Baby," he smiled, "how would you like to go upstairs with Woody and me and have one cock slipping into your pussy and the other into your asshole?"

"Well that sounds real exciting Dad," Woody said immediately.

"I though you'd think so," he told him.

The whole idea did appeal to him a lot. However he got to worrying about his mother.

"What if Mom came home and found us?" Woody asked.

"You don't have to worry about her," Karen said. "She said she was going out this afternoon to do some shopping and then having dinner with a girlfriend and going on to work."

"Well all right," Woody said. "But I sure wouldn't want Mom finding out. She probably would get real uptight."

"No doubt she would," she agreed. "She can be just impossible."

As Karen thought, she began thinking how difficult the whole situation was. Desperately she wanted to change things, but she realized this was not possible.

Together the trio went back to the bedroom. Karen wasted no time in slipping out of her clothes. And when she bent over and Woody could look at her panties and gain a glimpse of her pussy hair from behind, he became even more excited.

Instantly, his father caught on.

"You sure got the hots for her, haven't you?" he smiled.

"Well I do like to fuck," he admitted.

"That son is quite obvious."

Immediately the two of them got to thinking about having a good time. They could hardly wait to have their sexual entertainment.

"Now, baby," he smiled, "we're going to have a good time, aren't we?"

Karen looked at him eagerly. She saw him slipping out of his shorts, and got a good look at his huge cock.

"You bet your balls we are," she said, letting her hands slip along the length of his penis.

As she moved toward the bed, she turned around, "Woody," she said, "would you get that Vaseline in the medicine cabinet?"

"Oh sure, for your asshole, Aunt Karen, right?" he asked.

"Right, Woody," she said, going back to the bed.

"Now I'll tell you how I think I'd like to work this," she said. "Why don't you lie on your back, Jim? Then I'll slip my cunt down over your cock. Then Woody can fuck my asshole."

"It sounds like a cozy arrangement," Jim smiled.

Jim lay on his back. His huge cock in front of him, made it possible for her to get in position. Then she slid herself down over his huge shaft.

"Oh, what a nice cock," she said as she slid down. "My sister ought to be ashamed of herself to be running out on a big stiff prick like this."

"That's what I say," Jim winked.

When she was in position over his prick, Woody returned with the Vaseline.

"Now be a good boy, Woody," she said, "and rub that stuff all over your penis. Then dip your first finger in and slide it up my asshole. I want to be prepared."

Woody, did as he was told. He applied plenty of the Vaseline to his cock until it glistened. Then, dipping his forefinger into the Vaseline jar, he slid it up her tight asshole.

"That feels good," she exclaimed.

Now young Woody mounted his Aunt Karen's behind. Looking into the mirror provided some pleasure. He gripped her asscheeks and slowly eased the head of his cock to her tight anus.

"Take it easy, Woody," his father said. "That is a sensitive place to fuck."

"Why thank you, Jim," Karen told him. "Nice of you to be thoughtful like that."

Soon Woody's penis was slipping past her tight anal ring. She loved the feel of it sliding in there.

"Fuck it," he gasped. "Fuck, baby, fuck."

Now he was really giving it to her. She loved the sensations that he was providing.

"Baby," she panted, "that feels fantastic. Give me a good screwing."

The cock drove in there with hard driving thrusts.

"Oh, fuck," he said. "Yes, baby, that's the way to do it. Fuck it."

She twisted her ass around as he rode in there.

"Harder, baby," he panted. "That's what I want. Now you're fucking. Come on, baby. Do it."

It wasn't going to take much longer now and she was eager for it.

"Beautiful," he told her. "That's what I want you to do, give me a good screwing."

With hard driving stabs, the young boy screwed her asshole. In the meantime, his father was going to town with rapid fire jabs to her vagina.

"Keep it going," he told her. "Yes, baby, that's the way I want it. Keep it going, baby."

He was enjoying it more every moment, and so was she.

"Keep it up," she panted. "Yes, keep fucking."

It wasn't going to be much longer now, and she would be cuming.

"All the way, baby," he told her. "That's what I want, baby. Fuck!"

The two men were pumping into her body with hot thrusting insistence. And she loved it.

"Keep it up," she said. "Fuck me, fuck me."

It wasn't going to be much longer now and she knew they would be juicing together. The anticipation, of having them both shooting into her at the same instant was almost more excitement than she could stand.

As she looked down into Jim's face, she could somehow see Woody.

"Oh Jim," she sighed, "you and me should have gotten married. I would have been loyal to you, honey."

"I bet you would." Jim winked.

She couldn't tell whether he meant that sarcastically or whether he actually meant it, but at this moment it didn't matter.

"Twist your ass around," Woody said.

It amused Jim to listen to his own son give orders. Churning her behind around, she brought him more pleasure.

Woody was the first to cum. He was unable to control it any longer. With a hard jab, he suddenly shot his gun off inside her.

"Oh, I can't stand it," he groaned in delight. "I'm cuming. Oh yes, I'm cuming."

At that point, she couldn't take any more. She decided to cum too, and as she juiced it triggered Jim to juice with her.

"Baby, I made it," he exclaimed as he shot his wad.

Now the three of them were there. Gladly, Jim shot his gun off inside her.

She loved the feel of him shooting inside her.

First, Woody pulled off, then she pulled off of Jim.

"I've got a hot date tonight," Woody announced.

"You've done enough fucking around here," his father reminded him.

"Well," he explained, "this girl Melinda is something else."

"Well, all right," his father said. "But I don't want you doing any bad stuff."

"What do you mean, bad stuff?" Woody asked, "You know what I mean," he said. "I don't want you getting a girl pregnant. You want to get your rocks off, you've got your aunt here. Right, Karen?"

"Right Jim," she said.

He' nodded, but he didn't pay much attention. Woody was a headstrong young man, determined to do exactly what he wanted to do.

When he was gone and Karen was left alone in the bedroom with Jim, she spoke with him quite freely.

"You know, Jim," she said, "when a woman has to live alone without a husband it isn't easy. Ever since I've lost my husband, I wished I had someone to love me."

"Maybe you can find someone," he said.

"It isn't as easy as all that," she said. "I've been looking around, and I haven't found anybody. Did you ever think, maybe when you got a divorce from your wife, you would consider me?"

"Linda and I are going to have to give this a lot of thought," he said. "We want to provide a wholesome home environment for Woody."

"I know you do," she said quietly, "and I'm sure that Woody understands this. But sometimes, he probably gets the idea that the family is a little wild."

"I'll admit," Jim said laughing, "I did my share of playing around. But what man hasn't?"

"That's true," she said. "What man hasn't? I hope, Jim, that you really don't mind about Woody and me."

"At first I did," he admitted. "And then I got to thinking it over. I mean, like what harm are you doing? You're not doing him any harm at all. Actually, it's good for him to get a little action."

"Oh, Jim," she said throwing her arms around him and crushing her breasts down on him. "You're such a good man. You understand what I'm trying to do."

"Yes I do," he said. "A lot of people might have interpreted this, as some kind of child molesting, but I don't look at it that way. When a boy is old enough to get his rocks off, you can't molest him, you just help him."

"It's so true," she told him. "It really is, Jim."

"You know, I've got to envy him." Jim smiled as he looked at her.

"Envy him?" she asked, not quite sure what he meant.

"Yes," he said. "I got to envying him the pleasure of sliding his cock up your asshole. I really enjoy ass fucking."

"Then envy him no more," she laughed. "You're perfectly free to fuck my ass if you want to."

"You're not kidding me now, are you?" Jim asked eagerly.

"Why, no, dear," she said. "Would I kid about anything so serious?"

He thought about it a moment, then he said, "No." He shook his head. "I don't think you would do that. I think you realize how much I enjoy having sex with you."

As she lay sprawled on top of the bed, his hands began feeling her all over.


CHAPTER FIFTEEN

"I like to run my hand around your ass, baby," Jim told her. "It feels real good. Now, just let me slip a finger up there and feel how tight you are."

He slid a finger up her asshole, and it wasn't quite as tight as he had expected, for his son Woody had been there.

"I guess Woody got you primed," he smiled.

"Woody is a wonderful fucker," she said. "He has a big cock and he knows how to use it. But it hasn't hurt me one bit as far as giving you what you want. My ass is plenty tight enough, if you still want to fuck me there, honey."

"I can't think of anything I want more," he said eagerly.

"All right, baby," she said. "You're going to have it."

"First, baby," she said, "I'd like to get down there between your legs and give you a little loving."

"Don't think I wouldn't love that too," he said. "Why don't you get down there honey, and start licking all around me?"

It didn't take Karen long to get down there between Jim's parted legs. She gripped his asscheeks in her hand, and played with them. Then she let her tongue slide all around his ass.

He loved it when she played with his balls while she was licking.

"You're like a monkey," he chuckled. "You get all over down there. You must enjoy licking."

"Oh, I do," Karen admitted. "There's something about getting intimate with a man that really turns me on. I mean intimate with my tongue and with my nose and with my teeth, my lips. With everything. I just enjoy it."

"Well, nibble on my dick for a while," he said, "if you want to get me steamed up. Then when you've got me nice and hot, baby, I'll slip it to you up your asshole."

She let her tongue continue to slide around his private parts. She licked his balls and he liked it. At the same time she was licking on his balls she was pulling on his penis. She was pulling in regular, even movements, that he liked.

"You know, honey," he said, "I never met a chick in my life who could give a guy better hand job action than that."

"I think I'm just naturally sexy," she said. "I just feel it."

"Well I feel it when you have your hand on it," he said. "Keep pumping, sweetheart."

She continued pumping, and as she did so, she let her tongue slip below his balls down to the crack in his ass. He didn't have to ask her to do what she was going to do. Her hot tongue slid around his tight anus and then she stabbed it between his asscheeks, letting her tongue slide way up his asshole. He loved that.

With a howl of delight, he told her so too.

"Oh baby, you're driving me up a wall with that wild tongue of yours. There isn't anything on me you don't want to lick."

It delighted, excited and ignited Jim's ego to have anyone who cared that much about him.

Her tongue pumped energetically up his asshole as her fingers worked feverishly on his cock.

He loved the sight of her down there at his crotch.

"Suck on the balls too, baby," he told Karen quickly.

Karen pleased him. She slid her tongue out and eased his balls in. Now her mouth was focused on his balls. She loved the expectation of fluid there. She wanted to suck him off first and then have him slip it up her asshole. However, this wasn't the way Jim wanted it. He wanted to have all of his life, all of his verve and virility for a wild, stabbing ass fuck.

He didn't care if she sucked at his cock, and coax it to life, but that wasn't the way he wanted to get it off.

"Oh baby," he told her, "you can suck on that for a minute or two, then I want to ram that cock up your asshole and fuck you like you've never been fucked up there before."

She slipped his balls out of her mouth, and then let her tongue flip on top of his cock and slowly slide down over it.

He loved the sensations that her mouth would generate on his long hard prick.

"Suck me," he panted. "Oh, baby, suck me. I want it bad."

Now she slid her mouth over his cock and he was thrusting forward. His hands reached out and he held her pinned to his penis.

"Oh sweetheart," he said, "get me built up, but I don't want to juice, I want to do it in your asshole."

She continued to suck him until she had him to a good point. Then, she was ready. She slid off the bed and got on all fours on the floor.

It surprised him. With a beach towel spread out below her and the oil ready, she handed it to him.

"I'm ready, baby," she said. "Get down there, Jim, and fuck my ass if you want it so bad."

"Now you're talking, sweetheart," he told her. "Just the way I want to hear you talk."

He was really stimulated, seeing her bare buttocks spread for him like that. He got down on the floor, and didn't hesitate to put plenty of grease on his penis. Then he got her asshole ready. Now spreading her asscheeks, he told her to bend over.

"Arch your ass over farther, honey," he told her, "and I'll run it in there."

She bent over farther, and he rode in with a hard sudden stab.

"Yes, baby," she told him. "That's what I need. Fuck me."

As the penis rode into her ass, she wiggled about.

"Oh yes," she told him, "that feels good."

Jim wasted no time in letting his hands go to work. He reached for her bosoms and massaged them feverishly. He pinched the nipples and reached down to feel of her vagina.

"Oh, fuck me, Jim," she begged him. "Fuck me. I want it, baby, and I want it so bad."

Now he was rolling it into her with the sudden, hard stabs that she enjoyed.

"Twist it for me," he told her. "Twist your tail, baby. Oh yes."

He was still thrusting slowly, inch by inch getting it in farther. Her asshole was tight, and she knew how to use it. Slowly she kept a twisting beat going. He continued stabbing it in there while one hand worked on her bosoms and the other felt of her vagina.

Flipping a couple of fingers in her pussy, he fucked her there, too.

"Oh sweetheart," she said, "this is beautiful. I love your hands playing with me all over. Fuck me, Jim, fuck me."

She was lost in her lust, and so was he. He went on pounding it into her with sudden, hard strokes.

"Fuck it," she begged him. "Fuck, baby, give it to me."

Inch by inch he become more intrigued, more excited as he realized what a really fantastic fuck Karen was.

She loved the feel of his fingers in her vagina at the same time. The double action of having her pussy being fucked while her ass was being fucked stimulated her.

"Oh wow!" she panted. "That's what I want. Fuck me, baby, fuck me."

He rode in there farther and faster. She continued grinding her hips around, accelerating her pace as he rhythmically stabbed away.

"I haven't had a fuck like this since I screwed a little girl in Panama," he told her, "back when I was in the Navy."

As the sticky fingers continued to thrust into her vagina, she asked him pointblank: "What kind of girl did you have down there?"

"Good girls," he said. "Girls who knew how to put a lot of spirit in their fucking."

"Good," she said, "because I really enjoy being fucked.

He continued giving it to her, just the way she wanted it.

"Oh Jim," she panted, "I'm there, baby. I made it, baby."

She was dripping now as the juice sprayed down her inner thigh. Jim was determined to get his gun off too.

"Now baby," he said, "I'm going to take my hands off you and play with your ass while you bend farther over. When I focus my pecker on your ass, I'll get my rocks off and quick."

He pulled his hand off her bosom and his fingers out of her snatch. Then, she bent over farther. Now all they could see of her body was an ass. And he gripped the cheeks of her behind and stabbed hard.

He watched his balls bouncing on her behind as he rode into her.

"Fuck it," she begged. "Fuck, baby, fuck."

The pleasure was building now as they screwed away.

"Oh, ah, yes, baby, twist it, grind it. Oh, I'm cuming!"

The hot cream shot out of Jim's cock high up her rectum. She twisted around in delight as he got his rocks off. She loved the feel of his bouncing balls as he finished fucking.

"Oh, baby," she panted, "this is beautiful. Now you're fucking."

The frantic excitement that accompanied this fuck was more than she could stand. She let out a howl of delight that he enjoyed. It was like an animal sound, and he loved her wild ways.

"Wowee!" she gasped as she felt him shooting inside her.

When he had finished unloading his sperm, he slowly eased out of her.

He got back on the bed and talked to her some more about her sister.

"I couldn't get Linda to do that for love or money," he said. "She was a real picky fucker."

"You mean she deprived you of all of the excitement that you expected in the sex relationship."

"That's the way you might say it," he told her. "It really used to burn the hell out of me. I knew she was stepping out and doing things. And then when I would try to get a little offbeat action, she would pretend to be Miss Chastity."

"Well, she's not pretending to be Miss Chastity anymore," she said.

Finally, Karen felt she might as well tell the whole truth.

"She was bringing them home here and fucking them on the sofa," Karen said. "And I got to watching. When I saw all of the fun that she was having with those men, I confess I wanted some fun too."

"I see you're quite a horny little bitch these days," he chuckled.

"Actually, Jim, for the sake of the kid, you've got to divorce her. We've got to think of Woody."

"Well I've got to hand it to you, Karen," Jim said, "you're really not a selfish woman. You are thinking of me and what's best for Woody."

"Because I'm very fond of you and Woody. I wonder how it would be if we were married. You could have sex with me, and so could Woody. It wouldn't be as if Woody was fucking his own mother, and maybe later on, when he was off on his own and it was just the two of us, you wouldn't have to worry."

"How did you know I was worried?" Jim asked.

"I wasn't born yesterday," she said. "All the time Woody was fucking me, I could see you were worried that he would get a real crush on me and it would develop into something deeper, like love."

"That is true," he admitted. "I was worried about Woody wanting to maybe marry you or something. It wouldn't be right, and I would put my foot down."

"Well, you don't have to worry about it now," she said. "I wouldn't do anything that wouldn't help Woody. I'd even give him up if you think I should."

"Well you don't have to right now," he said. "We've got a kind of a nice arrangement. I think it would be better for all of us if we got Linda out of the way."

"How do you mean out of the way?" Karen asked. "Certainly you're not talking about foul play. Remember, as bad as she is, Linda is still my sister."

"Don't remind me," he said. "I try to forget there is any connection between you and her. You're completely different types of women. You don't believe in all of this hustling. I'm so glad you don't. Sure, you probably got tempted the way a lot of women do when you're low on funds at the end of the month. But you wouldn't sell your pussy like that."

"Oh, thank you, Jim," she said. "You understand me. Of course I couldn't be cheap and vulgar. My sexual feelings can only be expressed when I feel something beautiful for the one I want to make it with."

"That's why I respect you," he said. "You're not just some cheap little hustler or tramp."

"I always hoped I wasn't," she said.

"You don't have to worry," he said. "You're not. Well, I'm not going to stick with Linda. I think I've had about enough of her carrying on."


CHAPTER SIXTEEN

That evening, Woody came home and went to bed by himself.

They were both happy that he didn't come in too late. However, as Jim and Karen were about to drift off to sleep there was a little disturbance in the living room.

Sure enough, Linda was coming in after bar hours with someone she had picked up.

"Don't make so much noise," she warned him as he half staggered up to her room.

"That guy is loaded," her husband observed as he peeked in a crack in Karen's door. I'd like to go up there now and beat his ass."

"Don't you dare," Karen warned him. "She would try to make a big fuss. I know her and I know her kind. She doesn't want you, but if I did enjoy you, she'd have twenty fits."

Just then they decided they would have something to drink. They drank, and fell asleep from the booze.

They were awakened and startled about two o'clock when Linda came in with another of her lovers.

"I hope we're not waking anybody," a drunken man slurred.

"Oh, no, dear," she said. "Just sit there on the couch and make yourself cozy."

When she came back, the man looked at her.

"Now can I eat your pussy like I paid for?" he asked her.

"With honey on it?" She smiled.

"I like my pussy plain," he said. "I don't need none of the trimmings."

"Well, good for you," she said, raising her skirt and pulling down her panties.

"Bon apetit." She smiled.

"The man is a bastard," Jim said. "It's disgusting to see such a spectacle.

"Well," Karen said, "just see how she does it and you'll get some idea of what type of a woman your sweet wife is."

The man pulled the pussy lips apart and then he slipped his tongue inside.

"Suck me," Linda panted. "Eat my pussy. Oh, yes. Oh, that feels so good. Eat me."

The hot tongue stabbed in there and he licked all around. It was obvious that Jim was getting excited.

"Why don't I do you?" he said. "Just like that. You stay there, honey, and I'll get down on my knees and eat you while I'm watching him eat her."

"It doesn't sound very decent," Karen said. "But if you enjoy that, Jim, I guess it won't hurt anything."

Karen thought she had to put a few more comments out like that, just to prove her point.

Now, Jim was only too eager to do his thing. He began licking around Karen's hot hole, and as his tongue plunged into Karen's hole, the man in the living room was plunging his tongue into Linda's vagina.

Karen reached down and ran her fingers through his hair.

"Oh lover," she said, "it feels so good when you do that."

Jim imitated what the other man was doing, and enjoyed doing Karen.

Now Linda's lover was completing the act. In slurping loud sucking sounds, he began eating her as she gushed.

"Oh suck the pussy," Linda panted. "Suck the juicy pussy. Oh, you pussy eater, you."

She put on quite a dramatic performance, hoping that would be all that he would require.

"Oh wow!" he panted as he finished and took his tongue from her mound.

She had already picked up thirty dollars for the pussy eating job, and now she wanted him to go.

"Goodnight, honey," she said without cracking a smile. "This is a lot of fun."

"How about getting my cock blown?" he asked.

"Why dear," she said, "you paid for some pussy eating. That's exactly what you got."

"Well I'd like a little more now," he suggested slyly.

"If you can afford it, fine. If you don't have twenty bucks, though, just keep your prick in your pants. I'm sorry, but business is business."

"You're a cold-hearted bitch," the man exclaimed.

"Don't you talk that way to me," she said. "I got my prices and I've got protection, too. You give me a tough time, I'll just call the guard to come here to do what has to be done."

"Don't you try to rip me off," he told her. "I want to get my cock sucked."

"You got the money?" she said.

"You drive a hard bargain," he said.

"I've got my prices like everybody else," she said.

"Here's your twenty," he said. "And now I hope you enjoy it. Get down there on your knees and eat me."

It made her so angry it was difficult to drop to her knees and blow him. However, she did.

"She's gotten a lot better at cocksucks since I left her," Jim complained.

"Well, it's all that work at the bar," she explained. "She's bringing men home most every night."

He watched, and when it was through, he closed the bedroom door.

"I've seen enough," he said. "I'm divorcing Linda. Certainly, it isn't right for Woody to see what is going on."

"I knew you'd understand," Karen said. "And what about us?"

"I'll have to give it a lot of thought, honey," he told her, "as I don't want to make any wrong moves."

Karen began thinking of all of the things that she could do to make her whole life nice.

"I get a small pension," she said, "from my late husband."

Immediately Jim's eyes brightened.

"How big is small?" he smiled.

"About three hundred and fifty a month," she said. "That might help."

"Maybe I'll reconsider," he said. "And maybe Woody and I would find happiness in your home, honey."

"It isn't the money, is it?" she asked.

"Of course not," he said, "It's just that I think he needs a better moral climate."

"I can provide that," she assured him.

They went back to bed, and the next morning over breakfast Jim told Linda flatly that he wanted a divorce. However, he made it a point to keep it a secret that he planned to marry Karen.

When Karen had explained how jealous she might become once she realized that she was going to have Jim and Woody too, he made up his mind.

"What about the kid?" Linda demanded.

"He goes with me," Jim said. "Unless you want your life exposed in court."

"You wouldn't do that, would you?" Linda demanded.

"You fight for him," he said, "yes. I'll do anything to protect Woody. He deserves a decent life."

"You can have your damned divorce," Linda said. "And I'm moving out of here."


CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

It took six months for the divorce to be finalized. Then, Jim and Karen decided to get married.

"Woody," Jim asked his son one day, "what would you say if I married your mother's sister Karen?"

"Oh, I like Karen," he said. "It would be a nice cozy arrangement."

"Well I was hoping you'd say that, son," he told him, "because I thought we could work something real nice out."

A wedding was planned and Linda refused to attend. She told Jim bluntly: "I won't be a party to such a debacle. And, just because you got custody of Woody, I suppose he'd be calling Karen mother."

"Would that bug you?" Jim asked her.

"Yes it would," she said. "I think that I have a right to my son calling me mother."

"Well, if he promises to call her Karen and not mother, would that make you feel better?"

"Much better," she declared. "It all seems like a very unholy, wicked arrangement. But I'll try and make the best of it."

The wedding went off smoothly, and Woody joined them on the honeymoon.

"I don't think we should share the same bedroom," Karen said. "I have a few moral scruples."

"I want to be in the action," Woody insisted. "Well, we've got to make this thing look legit," Karen said. "If Woody must have sex with me tonight, we'll have to get a double room. A connecting door will allow him entrance. But I would feel dreadful if we did anything that could be traced, like all sleeping in the same room."

"What do you think I am, a nut?" Jim said. "I wouldn't do anything that could be checked out by Linda. She's mad as hops."

It was almost as if the two men were marrying Karen. She realized it, and wanted to be as remote as possible to Woody now.

They got into their car and they knew they couldn't drive very far. However, they did get seventy-five miles out of town to a small motel.

"Paradise Motel," Karen read. "It sounds like a perfect place for us. Although, I suppose they would kick us fuckers out of here if they knew what we were planning to do."

Jim chuckled.

"Well, it's a nice place. We'll just get a nice double room and we'll order food sent to our room and retire."

Sure enough, they were able to find all of the rooms that they wanted. The gasoline shortage had made it easy to get rooms. And they didn't have long to wait for their honeymoon meal.

"It's a mighty peculiar honeymoon," Woody laughed. "Three people."

"Let's just say it's different," Karen laughed.

After they all had some champagne and a good steak dinner with a delicious dessert, they toasted each other again.

"I think I ought to leave you two tonight," Woody said.

"Well that's mighty nice of you, son," Jim said. "I was' hoping you'd let me have my wife to myself."

"Sure," he said nervously. "She is yours. You did marry her."

Finally, they broke up and young Woody went to his bedroom. He closed the door almost all the way. He wanted to leave it open a crack so he could listen as his father had sex with Karen.

He took off his clothes and slipped under the covers. Then, he listened to Karen and Jim talking.

"You're a gorgeous piece of ass," Jim told her.

"What a lovely thing to say on a honeymoon," she commented.

"Well, it's the truth, fucker," Jim said bluntly. "What did you want me to say, that you're a real nice virgin?"

"Don't be sarcastic," she said. "I'm not ashamed of anything I've done. And, I'll do it again if I have to."

"I didn't say you should be ashamed," Jim reminded her.

When they both were completely naked, Jim went over and wrapped his arms lovingly around his wife.

"You turn me on, honey, you know that?" he smiled at her.

"Well, I had a pretty good idea I did," she admitted.

It bothered her considerably that Woody was in the next room. For, she didn't like the thought of him listening.

"I want to lick you all over," Jim said. "Oh honey, you're such a pretty chick I can hardly stand it."

"Keep your tongue in your mouth, honey," she said. "It isn't lunch time yet."

"Baby, when I see you naked, it's time to eat anytime."

Karen slipped into bed naked, and turned out the light. It wouldn't be long before her husband jumped into bed with her.

Then Woody was disgusted. The lights were turned out, and all he could hear were moans of ecstasy from Karen as her husband loved her all over.

"I'm going to eat your titties first," Jim said. "Then I'm going to work down to your snatch."

All Woody could see in the dim light was the bedclothes going up and down as his father lifted her body.

From breast to breast he let his tongue sweep around. Then his tongue moved down to her stomach and to her fur trimmed triangle.

She loved the feeling of his tongue sweeping over her vagina, and she twisted her pelvis forward to help his entrance.

"Oh, baby," she panted. "Eat me. Oh yes, baby, yes baby. Eat my pussy."

Soon his tongue was pumping into her pussy.

She loved the feel of his hot tongue in her pussy. Using her pussy juice, he gently pulled her asscheeks apart and licked all around her asshole. Then he took his cock and stabbed into her vagina.

She loved the feel of the cock stabbing into her. Her hands were all over his back, and she was gripping his asscheeks tightly.

"Fuck me baby," she begged eagerly. "Fuck me. Yes, give me a good screw. You know what I need, baby. Give me a good fuck."

This was all Woody could stand. He knew that he might as well join the action, and he burst from his bedroom stark naked into their bedroom.

"Karen, baby," he told her frankly. "I want some fun, too."

"Woody," she panted. "I don't know what your father would say."

"There isn't a reason in the world why we can't both fuck you." He smiled.

This made Woody happy indeed.

"Who gets your pussy?" He smiled.

"You do, son," he told him. "Why don't we do it in reverse. Last time you fucked her asshole and I fucked her pussy. This time, son, lie on your back and let her climb on you."

Woody flipped over on his backside, and his huge cock was standing up eager, proud and anxious.

Seizing it, it didn't take Karen long to guide Woody's dick into her cunt. She loved the feel of his throbbing young male member inside of her box.

"Fuck me," she panted. "Fuck me good."

With hard, even strokes, he rammed into her. She loved the sensations that were being generated.

"That's it," she panted. "Fuck me just like that, baby."

Woody spared nothing. His body was leaning forward as he pumped vigorously.

Meantime, Jim was deciding he wanted to try the ass fucking action. Spitting into his hand, he used some of his own spit to put around his cock shaft as he moistened it for the plunge up her rectum.

"Quit shaking," he told her. "This isn't going to hurt bad.

With a hard, driving jab he shoved his cock up her asshole. She didn't think it would go at first, but it did.

Now Woody was fucking her from down below, and he was giving it to her from behind.

"Oh fuck," Karen begged. "Fuck me. I want it everywhere. Oh, give it to me. Harder, baby, harder. Fuck, fuck."

The three of them were fucking. Yet, she couldn't stop now for she was enjoying herself much too much.

"Oh, fuck me, baby," she said. "Fuck me, Woody, fuck me."

Jim was becoming a little perturbed.

"Remember me?" he asked. "I'm here, too. Give me a good fucking, too."

She apologized for making him feel that he wasn't wanted, for she really was enjoying herself. It was just that she didn't want to deprive her young lover of an opportunity to get some sex.

Now they were going to town, the three of them.

"Fuck it," Woody panted. "Fuck. Twist. That's it, baby, grind your hips around."

As she ground her hips around, she took Jim's cock with her. He loved the sensations that were being generated in his body as she let both of them fuck furiously and fast.

With increasing intensity, the three of them continued.

"Oh, I like that," Woody panted. "It feels so good. Oh yes, baby, yes. I really like this."

Woody was trying to time his fuck with his father's fuck.

"Are you almost there, son?" Jim asked eagerly.

"Almost, Dad," he said as he rammed in harder.

Now the three of them were making it.

"Fuck it," Woody panted. "Fuck it, baby. Fuck, fuck, fuck it."

She ground her hips around and took Jim's cock with her up her asshole.

Suddenly Jim juiced first.

"I made it, honey," he cried as he creamed in her asshole.

"So did I," Woody panted. "Oh yes, squeeze it. Milk it out."

She ground her hips around some more, milking his cock for him. He was really delighted and excited that he would get it off.

"Oh, that's fantastic," he told her, "really beautiful."

She was pleased that he was able to give her such fantastic sex.

Now the three of them were very happy. She had gotten her kicks too, and before any of them pulled out, she came too.

Now she was relaxing. First, Jim pulled his pecker out of her asshole and then she pulled off Woody's cock. The three of them lay on the bed.

"This is wonderful," she said. "Why don't I wash you both?"

"I don't want to get washed," Woody said.

"Oh I think it would be fun to give you each a tub bath," she said.

She took turns giving them tub baths. Even though Woody protested at first, once he was in the water and felt her hands feeling all over his intimate areas, he began to enjoy it.

Now they were back in bed.

"What are we going to do next?" Woody said, looking at his huge cock.

"Well, I think it would be a natural," she said, "to suck your cock off. And, while I'm doing you, maybe you could be eating my pussy."

"Where does that leave me?" Jim asked.

"You can lick my ass," she said.

"I think I'm getting the short end of this stick," he said.

"It's all for one, and one for all," she said. "We're only trying to achieve the most exciting orgasms possible. Let us go ahead and do this."

Reaching for Woody's huge cock, she began sucking.

"Oh, that's a nice cock," she said. "Nice, long and hard and beautiful."

She put her mouth over the head of it, and then let her mouth sweep down the length. Then pulling it out, she put it to her cheek and squeezed.

"Get your mouth back on it," Woody said. "If you want me to eat your pussy, Karen, you'd better start sucking my hammer prick."

She enjoyed the fact that he was so eager for her to do something to him. She appreciated the enthusiasm.

She slid her mouth back over his cock and began working on it vigorously. In the meantime, he went down on her. That left the ass sucking for Jim.

Jim did not appreciate being cheated. Nevertheless, he figured that he would get more of her body the next fuck.

Jim licked all around her asshole, and then let his tongue stiffen and stab up her asshole. In the meantime, she was pushing her pelvis forward enjoying the tongue jabs of her young lover Woody. And Woody was finding fantastic delight in her cocksuck.

The three of them were going to town like this when suddenly they saw a light being cast upon them.

"There they are," Linda said. "Three of them. And there is my son Woody."

She was sobbing terribly now, as she insisted that pictures be taken of the terrible triangle.

"Photograph them from every angle," she told the photographer. "I want my evidence."

Now she was really going to town with her rage.

"Look at him, if you please," she said, "going down on her. The nerve of that bitch."

That word bitch affected Karen completely. She didn't consider herself that. As a matter of fact, she was caught between the desire to finish blowing Woody or telling her sister what she thought.

Finally, when she got her mouth full and swallowed his juice, she figured it was time to give Linda a piece of her mind.

"Well you've got a bitching lot of nerve to come in here without an invitation," she said angrily.

"Well," Linda said angrily, "It's nice to know how I lost my husband. But what really upset me was the thought of losing my son. That was more than I could take, or intend to take, for that matter."

Her voice had a slight hint of an innuendo that bespoke of blackmail.

"You're a big woman." Woody smiled.

Now Linda was having her day of vengeance. She had hired a private investigator and she had photographed the scene that was taking place.

When the investigator and she had gone, a phone call came to the room.

"I want to talk to you, Jim," she said. "I have something real interesting."

"Like what?" Jim demanded. "Like blackmail?

Look Linda, if you ever try to blackmail me, you'll get your ass licked so far so fast, you'd be sorry you ever heard of the name Jim Overstreet."

"Well I'm sorry I ever heard that name," she said, "but I don't want you toying with the emotions of my young son."

"Our young son," he reminded her.

"Go to hell in a bread basket," she said. "You never thought of him after he was first born. You neglected him and tried to pretend you didn't even have a wife and son and family. Now, you are going to live to regret what you have done to me, for I'm not above letting the world know the truth about you. And this horrid photograph might cost you more than you had calculated."

"Linda," he said, "you are flipping out."

"Am I?" she asked. "Maybe I'm just coming to my senses at last. Woody, is going to come and live with me. And I've stopped hustling. I'm going to night school, taking typing and shorthand. There are going to be some changes made."

"For the better, I hope," Jim said. "You were living the life of a slut."

"Thanks," she said. "I appreciate that. Coming from the source, I'm impressed."

Linda hung up. She had made the point with the photographs she held as blackmail. And change her life she did.

Her secretarial course proved her salvation. For she was able to obtain employment that did not involve sex. And when Woody came to live with her, she gave him the guidance and the counsel he needed.

One day he thanked her.

"Thanks for being a Mom to me," he said.

"I'm just starting. I haven't been much of a Mom before this," she said.

"That's all in the past," he smiled.

"You bet it is, darling," she said. "I'm going to make a good future for us."


The End