I Saw Mom Sucking!
by Donna Allen


Chapter One 

She had the teen standing between her legs. His head was bent, his eyes on 
her face as she worked her lips over his cock. He was still a little shy and 
Barbara was amused. She liked them a little shy. Just shy enough to make it 
fun. 

She sat on the couch in the motel room with the teen's cock in her mouth. 

His name was Mark, and she'd picked him up in a shopping center less than an 
hour ago. Now she had his jeans and Jockey shorts down at his ankles and his 
beautiful cock in her mouth. 

His big prick. 

She'd thought he'd be big because of the bulge in his crotch. She liked her 
cocks big. The teen was only eighteen, but he had a lovely cock. He was 
obviously uneasy about being with an older woman. She was old enough to be 
his mother. She had a son about his age at home. 

She used her hands as she sucked. One hand held his balls and the other hand 
stroked his cockshaft or rubbed up and down his thigh or moved around to 
feel his hard little ass. She loved touching his young body. She, loved 
holding his balls in her hand while she sucked his prick. 

Her mouth filled with his cock, she glanced up at him a moment to see the 
pleasure in his face. His eyes were on her cock-stuffed mouth. She wore a 
bright-red lipstick today, and now she had most of it on his cock. She 
wondered how old he thought she was. He was a good-looking kid. A 
good-looking teen with a gorgeous circumcised cock. 

His prick was so hard and his balls so full in her hand. His balls had a 
lovely young smell, funky and exciting. She thought of eating his ass, but 
she didn't know how clean he was. She touched his asscrack, probed the 
groove to find his asshole. She tickled his asshole as she sucked his fat 
prick. 

Boys this age always turned her on. They were perfect. Old enough to fuck 
and young enough to have an endless supply of jism. She loved having her 
mouth stuffed with a hard young prick. She moaned around his prick, her 
tongue rolling over his cockhead. How marvelous it was that he hadn't 
spurted yet. She'd thought she'd get a mouthful as soon as she started 
sucking him, but he obviously had some staying power. She debated with 
herself about whether to bring him off. She loved the taste of jism. The 
first load with a kid this age was always rich and creamy. She worked her 
tongue along the underside of his cock. His prick was drenched with her 
saliva, throbbing between her lips. His cockknob was lovely, fat and clean 
and beautifully shaped. She had such a passion for sucking on gorgeous 
cocks. 

You're a naughty girl, she thought. You're a terrible woman to bring a teen 
like this to a motel room. She quivered at the pleasure of it as she gently 
twisted his balls in her hand. 

Finally she pulled her mouth off his cock. He made a sound of frustration in 
his throat. His prick vibrated in front of her eyes like an angry serpent. 

She looked up at him and smiled. "I'm still dressed. I'll get my clothes off 
and you can finish undressing. Don't you think that would be better?" His 
face flushed, he nodded. She rose. She could feel her pussy twitching. She 
was so hot for cock. She had no reservations about making it with a 
teenager. Society might not approve, but she knew there were millions of 
women who would jump at the chance to have sex with a teen. A kid like this 
could go on for hours. He had a beautiful body. His eyes were so hot for her 
as she stripped her clothes off. 

He had himself naked before she did. He stared at her lush body as she 
finally tossed the last of her clothing away. She smiled at him, then glided 
aver to him and took his cock in her hand. 

"I like your body," she said. 

"And I like yours," he murmured. 

She ran her hands over his muscular arms and chest. She could feel his cock 
throbbing in her hand. He was a strong kid, a lovely build, strong anns and 
thighs. She tickled the underside of his cock with her fingers. She pressed 
her tits against his chest. She knew she had a good body, and she could ace 
the confirmation in his eyes. She had full gourd-shaped tits and a firm 
round ass. Lush. A woman in her prime. What she needed was his cock. His 
young prick. His hard fucker now twitching in her hand. She felt her pussy 
throb with anticipation. 

She was amused at the way he pretended to be so nonchalant about the whole 
thing. She wondered if he'd ever fucked with a grown woman before. Some of 
the boys she picked up were experienced with older women, but usually they 
weren't. She could feel her cunt juice dripping on the insides of her 
thighs. She based him again, stroking his prick, rubbing her fingers over 
his cockhead. She wouldn't take his cock in her cunt just yet. It was always 
better to wait. What she wanted now was a gallon of cum in her mouth. She 
wanted the taste of his hot jism on her tongue. 

She went down on him again. This time she made him lie down on the bed, and 
she crawled between his legs to take his cock in her mouth. He pulled two 
pillows under his head and bent his neck to watch her. 

Go on and watch it, she thought. She liked it when they watched her. She 
could feel the weight of her tits as they hung down from her chest. Her 
nipples were as stiff as spikes, the points thrusting out aggressively. 

She took her time. She fucked his cock slowly with her mouth, up and down, 
her lips forming a tight slippery ring. She held his heavy balls in one 
hand. She used the other hand to squeeze and fondle the base of his 
cockshaft. Her fingers moved constantly. His prick twitched and throbbed, 
his hot cock flesh filling her mouth. It was better this way than standing 
up. This way, she could rock her whole body as she mouth-fucked him. 

She used her mouth as though it were a cunt. She wished she had as much 
control over her cuntlips as she had over her mouth. How lovely it would be 
to be able to grip a cock with her cuntlips like this when it was in her 
pussy. She quivered with anticipation as she thought about what it would be 
like when, he fucked her. 

The boy's cock was bloated now. He was always ready to shoot. She slowed 
down. She tickled his balls and rubbed around his cock bush. Her cunt raged 
with need. She stopped sucking his prick and smiled at him. 

"You can come if you want. Come in my mouth the first time, and then we'll 
play some more. Would you like that?" He grunted his agreement as her hand 
continued stroking his prick. She laughed and leaned forward to whisper in 
his ear. She told him how much she liked his cock. She said he was a 
handsome boy and she loved having him on a bed. She kissed him. She was old 
enough to be his mother, but he was making her feel like a teenager again. 
She couldn't wait to fuck him. She was so horny. But she knew it would be 
better if she sucked him off first. Then they could have their little party. 
What a honey he was. 

She moved down again to suck his cock. His prick tasted so delicious. She 
told herself she was cock-crazy. She sucked on the tip of his prick as she 
pumped his cockshaft with her hand. She touched her clit, scooped some of 
the pussy juice out of her cunt gash and rubbed it over his hairy balls and 
around his asshole. Then her finger slipped inside his tight little shitter. 
She loved finger-fucking them in the asshole while they shot off in her 
mouth. 

He groaned as she churned her finger around in his ass. She sucked his cock 
and diddled his asshole, and before long he cried out to warn her he was 
coming. 

She was ready far it. She kept her lips on the tip of his cock as a geyser 
of jism shot out of his piss hole. Hot and thick and plentiful. His cum. She 
loved it. She milked him with her fingers, squeezing his cock, draining the 
last drops. And all the while, she had her other hand under his ass, her 
middle finger deep inside his asshole to push and prod and make sure she 
received everything he had. 

Later, he told her he'd never had someone's finger in his ass while they 
blew him. She got him to admit he liked it. She lay on the bed with her legs 
spread and her fingers tickling her pussy. The boy was on his back beside 
her. She reached over and pinched his cock. 

"You could do something for me now," she suggested. 

"What's that?" "You could show me how good you are at sucking pussy." She'd 
learned it was always better to ask for it. The boy didn't mind. He showed 
no great enthusiasm, but at least he didn't mind. She didn't care about his 
enthusiasm. Boys were never good at cunt-lapping. Older men were always 
better than boys at sucking pussy. But she wanted the kid's mouth on her 
cunt. She licked her lips as he went down on her. She pulled her knees back 
to her tits and watched his tongue stroke up and down on her cunt slit. 
Using her fingers, she opened her pussy for him. 

"On my clit, honey. Do it right on my clit." 

What they didn't know, they could learn. She told him what she wanted. She 
kept her cuntlips spread apart with her fingers as he licked and sucked her 
clit. She never came quickly. She loved having her pussy eaten out, but it 
usually took forever to make her come. She doubted she would make it now. 
He'd have a sore tongue before he brought her off. She didn't care. His cock 
would soon be ready again, and she'd get a good fuck out of him. With a boy, 
the best thing was the fucking. They weren't much good at anything else 
unless they were instinctive lovers. Some of them knew how to please a 
woman. Some of them were heavenly. Hard cock and hungry mouth and clever 
hands. 

She wondered what time it was. Maybe four o'clock. In an hour and a half, 
she'd be home, and she'd have a bath and get dinner ready for Clay. Her one 
and only. Her son Clay was the only real man in her life, the only one she 
cared about. She hadn't seen his father since the divorce, shortly after 
Clay was born. She hoped the sonofabitch was in jail somewhere. 

Clay was all she had. And the dress shop. The little boutique. She owned and 
ran a fancy little dress shop that provided her and Clay with a decent life. 
She liked having a decent life. She liked her pleasures. She liked having 
her cunt sucked by teenaged boys. This one was better than most. What was 
his name again? Marty? No, it wasn't Marty, it was Mark. She told herself 
she was so crazy. She ought to at least know who was sucking her pussy. 

She finally pushed his face away from her cunt. He sat up on his haunches, 
and she saw that his cock was like iron again. She smiled at him as he wiped 
his mouth with the back of his hand. Rolling over on her belly, she rose up 
on her knees and told him to get his cock in her pussy from behind. 

"Fuck it in deep and hard," she said. "I like it deep and hard." She moaned 
as his cock fucked in. He had a good prick, thick enough to stretch her 
cuntmouth. A shudder went through her body as she felt his balls slap 
against her clit. Oh, yes! She reached underneath as he started fucking her. 
She grabbed his balls and rubbed them over her clit each time he shot 
forward. His big prick stuffed her cunt channel. She loved getting fucked 
from the rear. She arched her back to make her ass more prominent. She 
moaned as his cock fucked smoothly in and out of her drenched cunt. His 
hands squeezed her asscheeks. His fingers kneaded her ass flesh.. She loved 
it. He was a good fucker. There was nothing in the world as nice as a 
healthy teenaged stud ramming her cunt from behind. His balls were full 
again, heavy in her hand. He had another load of jism for her. His cock 
filled her cunt channel so deliciously. His hot cock fucked in and out of 
her cunt hole like a greased piston. 

She urged him on, told him to fuck harder, churned her cunt around on his 
sliding prick. He was good. Young and hard. His hands were good on her ass. 
She was always amazed at how good they fucked when they were really just 
babies. She moved her knees farther apart and arched her back into a deeper 
curve. Now her tits were on the mattress. The boy grunted at he rammed her 
cunt. She still held his balls. He was close, but not too close for 
something else. Yes, she did want it. She told him to stop fucking her. 

He showed his disappointment. "Jesus! What for?" She pulled away from him 
and a quiver went through her as his cock slipped out of her cunt. "We can 
do something a little different." "Like what?" "How about the other place?"
 He smiled. "You want me to fuck your ass?" "Use a little soap." She waited 
for him while he went to the bathroom to get some soap on his cock. When he 
returned, she was on her hands and knees again, her ass stuck out, her 
asshole waiting. Usually, she wouldn't let them fuck her ass, because when 
they were young like this they were too rough. And most of them weren't that 
interested in it, anyway. That was something else the older men did better. 
Older men knew how to suck a pussy and they paid more attention to a woman's 
ass. But she was very turned on now, and she wanted to be ass-fucked. 

The boy moved behind her on the bed. No more protests. She was giving him 
something special. She hunched down, resting her face on her forearms and 
spreading her knees apart. She felt his hands on her ass. Then she felt his 
hard cock pushing at her asshole. She groaned as he fucked in. He knew how. 
This boy was no novice at ass-fucking. He slowly fucked his cock up her 
burning asshole. She loved it. She loved being bent over like a dog to get a 
stiff cock fucked up her ass. 

He clutched her asscheeks. He made sounds of pleasure in his throat. She 
reached underneath to rub her pussy. His prick felt marvelous in her 
shitter. She squeezed his cock with her asshole at intervals. Each time he 
pulled back, she squeezed a little to suck on his prick with her asshole. 
No, there was nothing like it. When the cock was good and the guy knew what 
he was doing, there was nothing better. 

She hoped he'd last awhile. Her hole was opening more and more, and she knew 
that soon it would be nothing but bliss. Lord, how delicious it was! She was 
sorry she couldn't see his face. She was sorry she couldn't see his 
pleasure. His cock felt like a baseball bat. Long and thick and stuffing her 
ass guts to capacity. She groaned as he pulled back and then groaned again 
as he fucked in. Her fingers worked continually in her pussy, rubbing her 
clit, massaging her cuntlips, probing the inside of her cunt mouth. But it 
was her ass where-the great feeling remained. The pressure, the stretching, 
the lovely feel of a hot cock sliding in her shitter. 

The boy continued to work, fucking her asshole, screwing his hips around as 
he pumped in and out. He surprised her with his skill. My lucky day, she 
thought. God bless that shopping center where she'd picked him up. She never 
touched any of the boys in the neighborhood where she and Clay lived. That 
was much too dangerous. She didn't want any of the neighbors getting their 
noses in her private life. The fact that she liked young cock was nobody's 
business except her own. Young cock, indeed. The younger, the better! This 
boy was delicious. 

He was ready now. She could feel it in the way he was thrusting. 

"Go on," she urged. "Fuck me harder and shoot your jizz up my ass." She held 
his balls so she could feel them jump. Then he was coming, snorting as he 
shot off in her ass guts, his balls jumping on her fingers as the hot jism 
spurted out of his piss hole. She tightened her asshole around his prick to 
milk him. What a great little fucker he was! And his balls were still solid. 
He had some more cock cream for her if she wanted it. 

She did want it. 

When he finally pulled his cock out of her ass, she went to the bathroom to 
get a wet towel. She came back to him and cleaned his prick. A shudder ran 
through her as she felt his jism leaking out of her stretched asshole and 
onto the motel mattress. Let the motel worry about it. Then she went down on 
his prick, treating him gently at first, and then gradually working him up 
to get him stiff again. She had no trouble at all. She knew how to use her 
mouth and fingers on a young cock. 

When he was ready, she jacked him off into her mouth. She pumped him dry, 
sucking on the tip of his cock to get the last of his jism. 

The boy was in heaven. He lay back on the bed with a blissful smile on his 
face. 

Barbara wiped her cummy mouth and shivered with contentment as she lay down 
next to him. 

Chapter Two 

Clay was infatuated with his mother. He was lying on the bed in his room, 
thinking about her. He always thought about her. His mother had become his 
obsession. He thought about her whenever they were separated. When they were 
home together, it was much worse. Then he had to look at her. Looking at her 
always meant that sooner or later he would get a hard-on. He had dreams 
about fucking her. Daydreams and night dreams. 

He always chided himself for it. He told himself a guy shouldn't think about 
fucking his mother. But how could he stop what went on in his head? He was 
popular with girls his own age, but they never turned him on the way his 
mother did. His mother really got to him. For as long as he could remember, 
she'd been the most important woman in his life. Then when he got to be 
twelve or thirteen, he started thinking about her sexually. Now he was 
eighteen, and it was worse than ever. 

She was so sexy. He adored everything about her. He never thought about any 
woman except his mother when he jerked off. There wasn't anything about her 
that he didn't like. She had such a beautiful face. She had fabulous tits 
and a lush ass and the sleekest legs. He liked her best in high heels. He 
was crazy about her legs when she wore heels. He had dreams about sucking 
her tits. When he met a teenaged girl with tits like his mother's, the girl 
always became someone special for him. 

You'll drive yourself up the wall, he thought. He was already doing it. He 
knew damn well he was already climbing the wall. 

In the beginning, he used to think he was a pervert. Then he decided the 
hell with that shit, he didn't care. His mother turned him on and there was 
nothing he could do about it. Anyway, he'd talked to a counselor about it 
once, and the woman had said every boy in the world is turned on by his 
mother. So she said. Clay wasn't so sure. He thought maybe she told him that 
in order to make him feel better. He wasn't sure of anything except what he 
felt about his mother. He had to accept it. 

Now he was hot again, thinking about her. He focused his mind on her tits. 
Sometimes, he could see the outline of her nipples when she wore a thin 
blouse. She had tits like ripe melons. Not too big-but big enough. He 
imagined her tits drooped a little because of their weight. That was what he 
liked. He liked her tits drooping a little. With nipples that stuck out. 

His cock twitched in his jeans and he pulled his zipper down to give it some 
room. He stopped thinking about his mother's tits, and then he thought about 
her ass. Now there was something to think about. Luscious! Like two beach 
balls kissing each other. A narrow waist and a full gorgeous ass. What could 
a guy do with an ass like that? He could fuck it, he could kiss it, he could 
lick it, he could lose himself in it! Whenever she wore tight jeans, he 
wanted to bury his face in the crack of her ass and stay there forever. 

And her legs! Beautiful feet, slender ankles, full calves. In high heels and 
nylons, her legs were a marvel. She had the most beautiful legs in the 
world. He loved when she wore spike heels and a tight skirt. 

He unzipped his fly. He pulled his cock out of his jeans and started pumping 
it as he thought about his mother's body. He wondered what she would think 
about his prick. A little blonde he dated said he had a beautiful cock. She 
said he had the sexiest cock she'd ever seen. Seven and a half thick inches. 
He wondered what his mother did for sex. He knew she had some kind of sex 
life. She had men friends who took her out. She went to parties sometimes. 
He tried to imagine some guy fucking her-and he clenched his teeth with 
jealousy. 

She could have his cock anytime she wanted it. He'd stick his prick in her 
ripe pussy and fuck her brains out. She didn't need some stranger fucking 
her. She could have her own son. 

You re a weirdo, Clay thought. You're a goddamn weirdo! The one thing he 
could be thankful for was that his mom didn't latch onto some guy and stay 
with him. She never had a steady boyfriend. She would date a guy for a 
while, but eventually she always broke it up. She told Clay she liked her 
life. She said she was happy. She said she couldn't imagine getting married 
again, and that was always just what he wanted to hear. She belonged to him 
and to no one else. No one else had any right to her. 

What he wanted was to see his mother completely naked. He'd seen almost all 
of her tits once. She sometimes wore lounging pajamas with a plunging front, 
and one time he was sitting on the sofa and she bent aver the coffee table 
in front of him. He saw nearly all of her tits hanging there under the 
pajama top. Big fat nipples! He squeezed his cock as he remembered it. His 
piss hole was dripping. He smeared the precum over his cock-knob as he 
thought about his mom's tits. 

What he wanted to do was watch her strip down to high heels and pantyhose. 
Sheer pantyhose that would show her cunt bush and asscrack. Black pumps with 
spike heels. That full ass molded by the sheer nylon. He stroked his cock as 
he thought about spying on her, How could he do it? Maybe it was possible. 
Maybe there was a way he could do it. Actually do it, instead of just 
fantasizing about it. Drill a hole through the wall? She'd find out. No, the 
only way was the terrace. The two bedrooms had windows on the terrace. The 
French door that opened onto the terrace from the living room was down on 
the end. Each bedroom had a window on the terrace, and if he was careful he 
could climb out there and peep through her window. Provided her shade was up 
enough so that he could see into her bedroom. If he did it at night, no one 
on the outside would be able to see him. He could secretly watch her from 
the terrace. He wondered if he ought to chance it. There would be hell to 
pay if she found out. But he was desperate to see her naked. 

He wanted a good look at her cunt. Wide open. Like the cunts he saw in the 
magazines he had. Her wide-open, dark-haired cunt. Everything showing. Her 
cuntlips, her clit, her cunt hole. Sometimes the models in a magazine showed 
the juice in their pussies. That always turned him on. All that hot pussy 
juice making the cunt gash slick and slippery. He liked sucking his 
girlfriends. They said he was a good lover. They said he knew how to suck 
pussy. He'd never seen the cunt of a woman his mother's age. Only in 
photographs. She was still young, but she was no teenager. He was hungry to 
look at her pussy. He thought about sucking her off. He thought about being 
her slave. He would lick her legs and thighs and then he would zero in on 
her cunt. He imagined her groaning under his mouth. If she would ask him to 
suck her asshole, he would do that, too. He would gladly eat his mother's 
ass. He thought of her ass. He thought of her tits. He stripped her naked in 
his mind and fucked her. Yes, he would try the terrace. He had to. He had to 
do something. He imagined looking at her, seeing her at last. 

The jism boiled out of his balls, foamed out of his piss hole. The cock 
cream shot out in thick spurts as he came. He groaned as he pumped his 
prick. 

Now he had cum on the front of his jeans and they'd have to go into the 
wash. He cursed himself. You stupid fucking asshole! Jerking off with your 
clothes on. He hurried to the bathroom to clean up. He thought about the 
terrace again as he wiped his prick. Maybe tonight. Maybe he would try it 
tonight. 

Then he heard the front door slam shut- and he realized his mother was home. 

"You look tired," she said. 

She smiled at him. He'd come out to the living room to turn on a ball game. 
She teased him about looking tired as she stood near the kitchen, sipping a 
Coke. Then she said she wanted to get her clothes off before she did 
anything about dinner. She left him. 

She came back again in ten minutes, wearing a short silk wrap-around and a 
pair of high heeled mules. She still had her pantyhose on. The robe was 
modest enough, knee-length and a dark pink in color. As far as he could 
tell, she was still wearing a bra. He couldn't see anything of her nipples 
as she moved back and forth between the kitchen and dining area. Just her 
ass and legs. Dark gray, almost black nylon pantyhose. Sexy as hell! The 
nylon was sheer against her firm calves. After no more than a few minutes of 
watching her move around, he could feel he was getting a hard-on again. 

They had dinner together and talked about their day. Barbara liked to think 
of them as friends. Not just mother and son, but real friends. She always 
asked him about school, about his friends, about the music he liked. She 
always told him he was the most important thing in her life, and she wanted 
to know everything about him. 

After dinner, he went to his room and closed the door. He felt guilty. He 
felt like a rat for thinking about fucking his mother. For thinking about 
spying on her. But he couldn't help it. He was so turned on by her, it was 
driving him crazy. He had to try the terrace tonight. His cock was like a 
bar of iron in his jeans. A fresh pair of jeans. Next time, he'd get his 
pants off before he jerked off. 

He passed the evening in his room. He watched television on the small set he 
had. He thought about his mother. He looked at a few skin magazines. He 
liked the women when they looked like his mother. He liked it when they 
showed everything. At times, he imagined the wide-open cunt the girl was 
showing was his mother's cunt. Would she smile like that when she showed her 
cunt? Maybe she would. He wondered if she showed her cunt to her boyfriends. 
He imagined playing with her pussy, sticking two fingers inside her cunt and 
getting her off. The girls he dated said he had a nice touch. He knew how to 
rub a clit while he had his fingers in a cunt hole. Sticky fingers in a hot 
pussy. 

Finally, he heard his mother go into her bedroom. It was late. She'd be in 
bed soon. She had her own bathroom connected to her bedroom. She never came 
in to say good night when he had his door closed. She said everyone was 
entitled to some privacy. Tie knew she usually turned the light out in her 
room thirty or forty minutes after she went lit for the night. She watched 
television or she read a magazine or a book. He knew the whole routine. She 
was in for the night now. If he intended to use the terrace tonight, it was 
time to do it. 

Once again, he felt guilty. Then he told himself he was going to do it. He 
was going to do it now. There was no use pretending. He told himself not to 
be chicken about it. He had to chance it. If the shade was up just an inch, 
he'd be able to see everything. 

He started shaking as he moved to the window. He had to stop to get hold of 
himself. He couldn't go out there shaking like a tree. Finally, he calmed 
down. He carefully opened the window an inch at a time. It was a warm night. 
When the window was opened wide enough, he carefully eased himself over the 
windowsill and onto the terrace. 

A black night. Just a few stars, and no moon. He realized it couldn't be 
more ideal. There was no reason why he couldn't pull it off if he was 
careful. He felt his heart pounding in his chest as he crawled along the 
terrace to the window of her bedroom. Only a few feet. He felt as though 
he'd been waiting for this moment for years and years. Now he was shaking 
again. This time, it was anticipation. He stopped moving. He waited until he 
was calm again. He crawled forward. 

Then he was there, at one side of her window. 

The shade was up just a crack at the bottom. Just enough to see. He moved a 
bit more. His heart was in his throat as he looked through the crack. He 
could see nearly the whole bedroom. And there she was. 

She moved suddenly and he pulled back. His heart was pounding in his ears. 
She'd be damned angry if she ever found him at it. He hated it when she was 
angry. She would give him the silent treatment, not talk to him for days, 
until she decided to forgive him. But this would be more serious than 
anything he'd ever done. This would be a big thing between them if she ever 
found out. 

It didn't matter. He was pulled toward the window again. Just on the side. 
His eyes at the crack between the bottom of the window shade and the bottom 
of the window. There she, was again. She was still wearing her robe. She had 
her back to him. She was doing something at her dressing table. Puttering 
with her jewelry. Then his breath caught in his throat as her arms moved and 
her robe suddenly came off. Completely off. She tossed it onto a nearby 
chair. 

He trembled. The view was perfect. She wore a white bra and the dark 
pantyhose. Her lush ass was completely revealed by the sheer nylon. Sheer 
all the way up. The crack of her ass was clearly visible. She kept her back 
towards the window. She stepped out of her mules. With a deft movement of 
her arms, she unhooked her bra in back and slipped it off. Then her 
pantyhose. Her hands were tugging at the waist, pulling the nylon down over 
her hips, down over her thighs. She stripped one leg at a time, her body 
bent, the movements quick and certain, and then she straightened up again 
and tossed the pantyhose onto the dressing table. 

For the first time in his life, Clay saw his mother completely naked. Just 
the back. Her back and ass and legs. His heart beat like a drum in his 
chest. He wanted to see the front. He was afraid to breathe, afraid she 
would suddenly vanish. 

Then finally she turned. She turned her body in profile to the mirror above 
her dressing table. She looked at the mirror. She pulled in her stomach and 
cupped her tits in her hands. 

Her gorgeous tits! He could see her tits and part of her cunt bush. Her tits 
were a dream. Big and heavy, the nipples arrogant. She had a round belly, 
and below that was a forest of dark pussy hair. 

He was crazy with excitement. Nothing had ever been so exciting for him. He 
watched her as she examined her figure in front of the dressing table 
mirror. She still had her tits in her hands. Then she released her tits and 
ran both hands over her belly, pushing it in. She briefly ran her fingers 
through her cunt bush, then moved her hands around to stroke her asscheeks. 

He had a knot in his throat. He gasped as he realized he had to breathe. He 
watched every movement as she lifted a magazine from the dressing table, as 
she walked over to the bed and stretched out on the bedspread. She was a 
dream! The most beautiful woman in the world, naked on a bed not ten feet 
away. 

His knees were hurting, but he was afraid to move. He didn't want to move. 
He didn't want anything to change. He was afraid that if he shifted his 
body, the whole thing would disappear. He continued watching her as she 
turned the pages of the magazine. She had one knee raised, the knee closest 
to him, and because of that, he couldn't see her cunt bush anymore. But he 
could see her tits, the hang of her tits and her thick nipples. His mouth 
watered. He told himself he'd give both arms away to get one of those tits 
in his mouth. 

Then she raised the other knee and his eyes popped out of his head as she 
slipped her free hand between her thighs. Oh no, it couldn't be. But it was. 
He could see everything. She was playing with her pussy. Stroking it with 
her fingers. Then she started rubbing her cunt. He could see her hand moving 
up and down as she rubbed herself. Her thighs fell open. She had her thighs 
spread wide as she vigorously rubbed her cunt. 

Finally, she put the magazine down and concentrated on her pussy. Her eyes 
were closed. She had a look of intense pleasure on her face. Clay cursed 
under his breath. He forgot all about his hurting knees. He was too excited 
to care about his knees. She was jerking off! It was more than he'd 
bargained for. Instead of just seeing her naked, he was actually getting to 
watch her whack off. It was crazy. His own mother! He had never thought 
about her that way. Not jerking off. What a turn-on. He trembled as he 
watched it. 

Her fingers were flying now. He couldn't see much of her cunt, just her hand 
and wrist jerking up and down. 

Then she bucked her ass and turned her head to one side. He heard her groan. 
She was coming. Her arm was a blur as she brought herself off. It was 
maddening for him. He watched to the end of it, watched until she pulled her 
hand away from her cunt and rolled over on her side. She pulled at the 
bedspread and covered her body with it. 

The youth couldn't take anymore. He crawled back to his window. He climbed 
into his room and lay down on his bed, gasping for breath. 

Chapter Three 

"You must be a weight-lifter," Barbara said. She was sitting in her office 
in the boutique. 

The shop was closed and she had a young stud with her. His name was Ricky. A 
sharp young stud with muscles. In the morning, he'd delivered a load of 
clothes to the store and she'd flirted with him. Now he was back. They'd had 
a drink and, at her invitation, he was taking his clothes off. 

He smiled at her as he tossed his tee-shirt aside. "Yeah, I work out with 
weights." "You look it. You've got a gorgeous body." What she wanted was a 
quick fuck before leaving the shop. He looked capable. She sat back and 
watched him as he finished undressing. Finally, he was down to his white 
Jockey shorts. He did have a gorgeous body. Wide shoulders and strong 
thighs. And that lovely bulge in the front of his shorts. Lots of goodies in 
there. He also had a nice suntan. He couldn't be more than twenty. 

She called him over. He came forward with a grin and a slight swagger. He 
was so sure of himself. When he was in front of her, he stopped. She gazed 
directly at the bulge in the crotch of his briefs. Then she touched him. She 
ran her fingers over the cock-bulge. Just lightly, her fingertips grazing. 
She could make out the shape of his cockhead through the cotton. 

"Go on, take it out," he said. 

"Don't be so impatient." He snickered. "Okay, I'll wait." He was older than 
the boys she usually fucked with. But she liked his looks.. He reminded her 
of Clay. More muscles, but the same eyes. He had the same type face as Clay. 
She was turned on. It always turned her on when they reminded her of Clay. 
Now she pulled at the waistband of his Jockey shorts. She pulled the shorts 
down to expose his cock and balls. 

His prick was only half hard. He had a thick cock and a fat pair of balls. 
Hardly any foreskin. His cock-knob was clean and pink. 

"Very nice." "Jesus, lady, it's a cock." Barbara laughed. "It sure is. And a 
nice one." She ran a fingertip over the veins in his cockshaft. Then she 
took his prick in her hand and gently squeezed it. She loved playing with 
them, teasing their fuck-meat until they begged for more. His cock quickly 
stiffened as she toyed with it. He had a substantial prick with a cute curve 
and a juicy-looking knob. His piss hole was already dripping pre-cum onto 
her fingers. 

He groaned. "You're teasing me." "I'm playing." "Come on, suck it!" "Is that 
what you want?" "Yeah, that's what I want." She smiled; She amused herself 
with his hairy balls, testing their weight on her palm, lifting them and 
pushing them against the underside of his cockshaft. 

Finally, she covered his cockhead with her mouth, and closed her lips around 
the groove behind the rim of his cock-knob. His cock was hot in her mouth. 
His pre-cum dribbled on her tongue. He groaned as she sucked his prick. She 
rolled her tongue around his cockhead, tickling the underside and then 
around the rim. He was tasty. She gripped his balls with one hand and held 
his cockshaft with the other hand. She could feel him throbbing. She still 
had just his cockhead in her mouth. He pushed at her face. He wanted more of 
his cock in her mouth. 

She pulled her lips away. "I don't want you shooting off in my mouth."
 "Don't worry, I won't. Just suck it some more." "Are you sure?" "I 
promise." She took his cock in her mouth again. This time, she went beyond 
his cock-knob. She took about half the length of his prick. She relished the 
feel of his hot prick on her tongue. Then she pushed forward. She took more 
cock. She filled her mouth with his hot cock flesh. He grunted with 
pleasure. He pushed forward. She opened her throat to take his prick-knob. 
He started muttering. He loved it. She felt him tremble as she gripped his 
cockhead with her throat muscles. 

Finally, she pulled her mouth back. She couldn't suck him with his cock in 
her throat. She started moving, her mouth fucking back and forth on his 
thick cock. She savored the taste and feel of his cockmeat. She had his 
funky smell in her nose. She told herself she was a bad girl. She liked cock 
too much. She liked cocksucking too much. His balls felt so big in her hand. 
She told herself she ought to be spanked. Most women her age wouldn't dare 
fuck a boy like this. 

Well, you haven't fucked him yet-all you're doing is sucking him, she 
thought. But she'd fuck him soon. Oh boy, would she fuck him! She told 
herself she ought to be ashamed of herself for making it with a sweaty stud 
like this one. He'd been working hard all day, and he smelled like it. His 
balls felt like apples in her hand. 

She pulled her mouth away again and told him to sit in a chair. 

"I don't have too much time. If we're going to fuck, let's do it now," she 
said. 

The boy shrugged and sat down. Barbara rose and started getting her clothes 
off. She was very quick undressing. She wouldn't fuck him with her clothes 
on. She stripped off everything and then went to him. She smiled at the lust 
in his eyes. He gawked at her lush body. She hefted her tits in her hands 
and pointed her nipples at his eyes. 

"I think you like me," she said. 

"You're a knock-out!" "Let's find out what that crowbar can do." His cock 
was indeed like a crowbar. Like iron. She straddled him. She poised her 
crotch over his swollen prick. Using her fingers, she stuffed his cock-knob 
inside her cunt hole and sat down on his cock. He groaned as his prick 
filled her cunt. She wiggled a bit and pushed down farther. In a moment, she 
had all of his cock. She had his fat prick packing her cunt channel, and it 
felt wonderful. 

She shoved one of her tits in his mouth and started fucking him. It was 
lovely. He had a beautiful prick. Young and hard. There wasn't anything 
better. She fucked him, riding up and down, taking her pleasure at her own 
pace. One thing she'd learned was to always please herself. She was fucking 
him to please herself. She reached behind her ass to squeeze his balls. She 
fucked up and down on his hard cocklance. What a nice fuck he was! The juice 
poured out of her cunt, drenching his cock and balls, churning into a lather 
as she continued fucking him. He still had her tit in his mouth. He looked 
so hungry for it. She giggled softly as she fucked up and down. 

Then, finally, she made it. She groaned and humped and brought herself off 
on his cock. She tossed around on his prick until she had him on the edge. 
Then she fucked hard, pounding up and down, fucking his cock to get the jism 
out of his balls. 

He shot off. He groaned as the hot cum gushed out of his piss hole. She took 
his cumload in her cunt, watching his face, getting off on his pleasure. She 
could feel the wetness in her cunt and she loved it. 

When she finally climbed off him, she grabbed a tissue and stuffed it in her 
pussy to keep his jism inside. 

She sent the bay away. He seemed a bit put out that she had no interest in 
him anymore. As he put his clothes on, he talked about coming back again 
some other time. She wouldn't promise him anything. Finally, he was gone and 
she was glad to be rid of him. All she'd wanted was his cock and his 
cum-load in her cunt. All she'd wanted was a quick hot fuck. 

She went to the John near the office. She sat down on the toilet and let his 
jism rim out of her pussy. Then she washed her cunt gash. She kept washing 
her pussy until she was sure it was clean, until she had all of his cum out 
of her. 

She went back to the office and put her clothes on. She really didn't like 
fucking in the office. It was too awkward. They always knew where she was. 
Sometimes they came back and bothered her. A motel was much better. In a 
motel she could just fuck them and forget about them. This one would be 
back. He'd make another delivery, and he'd want to fuck her again. Maybe she 
would and maybe she wouldn't. 

Finally she locked up the boutique and walked round to the parking lot to 
get her car. Today was the day Clay played softball, and she always picked 
him up after the game. She guessed he ought to be ready by now. She drove 
across town, feeling good about the day. A good day in the shop, a lovely 
fuck in the office, and now she'd go home and have a drink and a bath and 
relax. 

Clay was waiting for her when she arrived. He smiled at her when he climbed 
in. 

"Hello, Mom." "Hello, honey. Nice game?" "We won by five runs." "That must 
be fun." They drove off. She smiled at him. She loved him so much. He was 
all sweaty from the softball game. She could smell his sweat, and it turned 
her on. She was amused at how nasty she was. Less than an hour ago, she'd 
been fucking a boy the same age as Clay, and now she was thinking about sex 
again. 

She glanced at Clay's lap, at the cock-bulge in his jeans. He was so 
adorable! If he wasn't her son, she would certainly fuck him. She knew he 
was well-hung. She'd seen him often enough in his underwear. What a lovely 
fuck he'd make. It wasn't the first time she'd amused herself thinking about 
him like that. Sometimes she was jealous of his girlfriends. Oh, of course 
it wasn't possible, but what harm was there in thinking about it? How could 
she help it? With a boy like Clay around the house, how could she help 
thinking about fucking him? You're a naughty girl, Barbara. Not a girl 
anymore, but a woman. With a grown son. With a handsome grown son. 

They finally arrived home. She had a drink and a bath. They had an 
uneventful diner, then they watched a television show together. Early in the 
evening, she said she was turning in. 

"Too busy today. I need to get into bed and relax," she said. 

"Go on, Mom. I'll put the dishes in the dishwasher." "You're a honey. Just a 
kiss, and I'm off to bed." She went to her bedroom and closed the door. She 
tossed her robe away and walked naked into the bathroom. She posed in front 
of the mirror, turning right and left, studying her figure. Her body was 
holding out. Her tits and ass were still good. She was restless. She pulled 
at her nipples with her fingers. Then she squeezed out some lotion on her 
palms and rubbed it over her tits. She knew she was turning herself on. 
Playing with her tits always excited her. She was still horny. 

A quick fuck was never enough for her. She'd fucked a boy at six o'clock, 
and now she was horny all over again. She'd have to masturbate in order to 
relax. She never had qualms about finger-fucking. She liked her body and she 
liked the pleasure it gave her. She hated people who disliked sex. They were 
dried-up like prunes. Sex was healthy. She decided that tonight she would 
use her vibrator. The big whammy. She never failed to get off with that 
machine. 

She made herself ready for it. She brought the vibrator into the bathroom 
and cleaned the rubber head. Then she took the baby oil out of the medicine 
cabinet and brought it to the bed. Before long, she was on the bed with her 
knees up and the vibrator plugged in. She waited. Let the anticipation build 
a bit. She toyed with her nipples. She spread her cuntlips apart to look at 
her clit. She opened her legs. She could see herself in the mirror opposite 
the bed. A woman with a dark hairy cunt. Attractive? She was still something 
to look at. 

Now she oiled her cunt with the baby oil, squeezing the plastic bottle to 
get the oil between her cuntlips. She put the oil away and turned the 
vibrator on. She pushed the big round head against her cunt hole and 
groaned. 

The head was too big to fit inside, but the top of it just grazed her clit 
when she held it this way. It was wonderful. Right on the button. Something 
pushing at the mouth of her cunt hole, and that lovely buzzing on her clit. 

The first orgasm occurred quickly. She put the vibrator away to rest a 
moment. She picked up a magazine and started turning the pages. Then she put 
the magazine down. She was too restless. She glanced at her image in the 
mirror. What do you want, Barbara? What does anyone want? She opened her 
legs. Her cunt showed as a dark trench in the mirror. She debated with 
herself about how many more orgasms she would have. She could come over and 
over again with the vibrator. She thought she looked so wanton in the 
mirror. She was still a good-looking woman. But at the moment, she looked 
like a horny slut. Her legs wide open, her cunt exposed. 

She picked up the vibrator again. She turned it on and pressed it against 
her open cunt. Oh, dear God, it was good! She came in a rush. She kept the 
head pushing against her pussy. She had two orgasms in a row, and she told 
herself she had to quit soon. She'd make a wreck out of herself with the 
damn vibrator. She turned it off and put it down on the bed beside her. 

Then suddenly she heard a noise on the terrace. Or she thought she heard a 
noise. Was it Clay? He was never on the terrace at night. No, it couldn't be 
him. She noticed the shade was up an inch or two. She was amused. 

Maybe Clay was peeping at her. 

No, that was crazy. Clay wouldn't do that. Then she amused herself by 
imagining it. Suppose he was out there spying on her. He could see 
everything. She avoided looking at the window again. She looked at the 
mirror in front of her, instead. She imagined Clay was on the terrace. She 
turned a bit so that he might see her cunt better. The whole thing was 
stupid, because he certainly wasn't out there. Maybe the noise had been a 
bird or something. Sometimes they had pigeons on the terrace. 

She continued to pretend Clay was watching her. The idea of it turned her 
on. She would give him a show. She picked up the vibrator again and turned 
it on. She put the head of the vibrator directly on her clit. Bingo, there 
it wad She threw her head back as the climax hit her. She slid a hand down 
under her ass and found her asshole with a fingertip. The baby oil had gone 
everywhere. She had no trouble getting her finger in her ass. Then she used 
two fingers of the same hand in her cunt. She finger-fucked both holes at 
the same time while she had the vibrator on her clit. It was wild. She came 
two more times. Her cunt was flooded with juice. 

She put the vibrator aside. She kept her fingers in her cunt and ass, and 
she used the other hand to spread her cunt juice over her nipples. Finally 
she came again, this time using her fingers, pinching her clit. tugging at 
it until she brought herself off. 

She heard the noise again. Now she looked. She went stone cold. There was a 
face out there. Clay's face! Then it was gone. He'd seen everything. 

She fell back on the bed. She looked at the window again, but there was 
nothing but darkness. Had she really seen him? She was certain of it. It Was 
Clay. They were ten stories off the ground, and it couldn't be anyone else. 

She picked up the vibrator again. Now she was really hot, thinking about 
Clay watching her. She turned the vibrator on and had a big one. Big and 
fast and hard. 

She suddenly heard a crash in his room. He'd stumbled over something. Maybe 
after climbing in from the terrace. She was certain now he'd been out there 
all along, watching her. And how many nights before this? There wasn't 
anything he hadn't seen. She liked to masturbate with the lights on. She 
liked to watch herself in the mirror opposite the bed. 

The little bastard! She was shocked that he'd been spying on her. Then the 
excitement of it hit her again. 

After a while, she put her robe on. She left her room and walked down the 
hall to Clay's door. She hesitated a moment. She could forget it. 

She could pretend it hadn't happened. 

No, she couldn't do that. She knocked on his door. 

"Clay? I think there's something we have to talk about." 

Chapter Four 

They sat facing each other in the living room. Barbara had called him out of 
his room to talk about his spying on her. She brought him to the living 
room. He'd already admitted the spying. She could feel the tension between 
them. She didn't want to be too harsh with him. She did love him. It was 
awful for him to Spy on ha, but what good would it do to start a war over 
it? She had to use some intelligence about this. They depended on each other 
for their happiness. 

She had to be careful. 

He seemed terribly upset that she'd discovered him. She tried not to appear 
angry. 

"Honey, how long has it been going on?" she asked. 

He looked sheepish. "About a month." "Oh, God." "I'm sorry, Mom." "I promise 
I'll try to understand it." "I don't know if I understand it, myself." She 
still felt the shock of it. It was one thing to tell herself she had to 
understand it, but she was still shocked by it. All those nights when he'd 
spied on her. The things she did on her bed. Her nakedness. 

"Tell me why," she said. 

"I don't know why. I couldn't help it. I just wanted to, and I did it." He 
said he thought about her all the time. He told her how he'd been having 
fantasies about her for years. She recognized what it was. He was a healthy 
boy with a strong sex drive. He was living alone with his mother and she was 
still a young woman. He was hooked on her sexually. 

"I guess I turn you on," she said nervously. 

"You sure do." "What can we do about it?" 

"I don't know." "All the time?" "Sometimes I go nuts thinking about you. 
When we're together, it's even worse." "Oh, God!" "It's not easy to talk 
about it, Mom." "I know, I know." She had no idea what to do. She wasn't 
sure she ought to do anything. If she did something, punished him or showed 
anger, she might start a terrible time between them. She didn't want that. 
He was all she had. She didn't want to spoil their life over this. 

She asked him about his girlfriends. Did he have sex with them? Didn't his 
girlfriends take some of the edge off his sex drive? He said he made it with 
his girlfriends, but he still thought constantly about her. All the time? 
Yes, all the time. 

She glanced at his crotch. He had a hard-on. She was wearing a robe, but he 
had on nothing but his Jockey shorts. His cock was obviously stiff. She 
couldn't help looking. She was mesmerized by it. He had his prick pointing 
up his cock-knob almost sticking out of the waistband of his briefs. She 
could clearly see the outline of his cock and balls. Usually when he wore 
his shorts around the house, she avoided staring directly at his crotch. 
This time, there was no avoiding anything. 

He blushed when he saw she'd noticed his hard-on. "I can't help it." "I know 
that, honey. I don't blame you for it. You're a man, and those things 
happen." She smiled at him. She tried to make light of it. She wanted him 
relaxed. If they were going to solve this problem, he had to be at ease. 

She told him he was a healthy boy and that healthy boys were obsessed with 
sex. She said she was sure lots of boys were turned on by their mothers. She 
did her best, to reassure him. He seemed grateful. He said she was the most 
wonderful mother in the world. She wondered how much of what she was telling 
him about other boys was true. She told herself she didn't care. All she 
cared about was Clay's happiness. 

Barbara kept glancing at her boy's hard-on. There was no way to ignore it. 
It was there, big and obvious under his shorts. She realized she found him 
exciting, and that flustered her a bit. 

She decided to make herself a drink. She rose from the sofa and walked to 
the small bar at the other end of the room. She felt Clay's eyes on her. Now 
that she knew how affected he was by her, she was self-conscious about the 
way she looked. She was thankful she still had her make up on. She couldn't 
decide whether the robe was too revealing. It did mold her curves. But she 
always wore it in the house. It was stupid to think of changing everything 
they did, just because he found her sexy. 

She brought her drink back. She sat down on the sofa again and asked Clay to 
sit near her. She didn't want him so far away. She wanted them to feel close 
to each other. 

"We need each other, don't we?" she said. 

"You're not angry?" "I don't want to be angry. I don't like being angry at 
you." "You're a peach." His cock was still hard. She couldn't help looking 
down at it. "Clay?" "What is it, Mom?" She struggled to get the question 
out. She asked him if he always jerked off while he was spying on her. 
"Maybe I shouldn't ask." He blushed. "I do it all the time." She said she 
guessed he needed to do it again. She smiled and looked down at his hard-on 
as she said it. She teased him about it. She wanted him to smile. "It's 
nothing to be upset about. You saw me doing it a little while ago, didn't 
you?" His voice caught in his throat. "Yeah." 

Barbara laughed. "Turned YOU on, huh?" "It sure did?" He grinned at her now, 
and she felt much better. She finally yielded to the impulse to touch him. 
She'd been wanting to all along. She touched the cock-bulge in his Jockey 
shorts. He groaned as she ran her fingertips over the outline of his cock. 
"I guess I ought to help you with this. After all, it's my fault." "Jesus, 
Mom "It's all right, honey. Would it be that awful?" "You don't have to."
 "But I want to." She chuckled. "It's not as if I've never touched you 
before. I used to bathe you when you were little." She talked on, her 
fingertips still lightly stroking the outline of his cock. "Of course when 
you were little, you didn't have anything like this. But there was always 
something there. And sometimes it would get stiff, you know. It happens to 
little boys, too. Anyway, I'm going to do it for you. Unless you don't want 
it. If you'd rather be alone and do it yourself, that's all right, too. Is 
that what you want? No, it isn't. I can see it in your face, you little 
stinker!" She teased him. He did want her to jack him off. She told him that 
when she was in high school, she used to do it to her boyfriends all the 
time. She always jerked them off during a date. "There's nothing that wrong 
about it. Nurses do it to patients in hospitals all the time. Okay?" His 
face was flushed. "Okay." "Then get the shorts off. We'll pretend I'm a 
nurse and you're my patient." Her pulse raced as he peeled his shorts off 
his ass and legs. His cock sprang up like a thick rubber hone. She wasn't 
sure about what she was doing. All she knew was that she had to do it. 

His cock was so huge and swollen. What a magnificent prick he bad! It was 
hard to believe they were actually sitting there with him naked ad his cock 
as stiff a iron. Ha balls looked bloated. She was turned on. His cock was so 
gorgeous. Now that she had him naked, she was afraid to touch him. 

"You're big." "Yeah, I guess so." "No guessing-that's big! You're certainly 
not a little boy anymore." "How big is it?" "Seven and a half inches." She 
was amused. "Exactly?" "Don't tease." She asked him what had happened on the
 terrace. Did he come while he was watching her masturbate? He said he 
didn't jack off until he was back in his room. 

Then she touched him, very carefully. His cock was lying against his belly, 
his prick-knob reaching almost to his belly button. She ran her fingers 
along the length of his cockshaft, first up to his cockhead and then down to 
the root. Her fingertips fluttered over his ball-bag. Then she curled her 
fingers around his cockshaft and slowly milked his cock skin up and down 
over the firm muscle underneath. 

"This way?" He made a sound in his throat. "Yeah, that's good." Good for her 
too. Feeling his cock in her hand was terribly exciting. . She knew he 
wouldn't last long. She loved the feel of his hot prick in her hand. She 
didn't care what anyone thought about it. She loved it. 

Soon he was groaning, warning her. He was about to come. For the second time 
that evening, she yielded to a sudden impulse. She quickly bent down and 
took his cockhead in her mouth. She continued pumping his cock with her 
fingers. 

He cried out and started gushing cum. The hot jism spurted out of his cock 
in a geyser. 

Thick and hot. Oh, yes! She wouldn't miss this for anything. She loved it. 
She continued sucking him, pulling the jism out of his balls, her fingers 
squeezing and milking until she had all of his cum-load. 

During the next few days, they hardly had any contact. Mother and son more 
or less avoided each other. Neither of them said anything about what had 
happened. Barbara could feel the tension between them, and she realized it 
was no good. They had to talk. They had to continue their relationship. She 
had no idea where things were going, but she knew they couldn't be strangers 
to each other forever. She had jerked him off and taken his cum-load in her 
mouth. Her own son! Well, it wasn't the greatest crime imaginable. She 
didn't care what anyone thought about her. She had done it because she 
thought Clay needed it. And her. It was something she had needed, also. 

Would she do it again? She knew damn well she would. 

On the following Saturday evening, she asked Clay to go to a movie with her. 
She already knew he was without a date that night. He agreed. They talked 
about what movie to see and finally decided on something at one of the big 
theaters. She put on heels and a dress. She waited it to be a nice evening. 
It was almost like a date with a lover. 

Clay obviously liked the way she looked. She drove the car to the movie, and 
she took his arm as they walked in. They enjoyed the film. She took him out 
to dinner afterward. She drank wine, enough wine to get high. It wasn't long 
before she was once again thinking about what had happened between them. It 
was really a miracle of some kind. 

She remembered the pleasure she'd had. Touching him. Feeling his big cock in 
her hand. Jerking him off. Tasting his jism when he came. Swallowing his 
cum. Sitting across the table from him in the restaurant, she turned herself 
on thinking about his cock. 

She started talking to him about it. He seemed uncomfortable at first, but 
then he settled down. They talked as if they had this great secret between 
them. She asked him if he'd like it again. She said she wouldn't mind. She 
said maybe it was the way to handle the tension between them. 

He was aware of the tension, wasn't he? He admitted he was. As they drove 
home, she talked to him some more about it. She squeezed his thigh. When 
they were home again, she had more wine. She preened in front of the mirror 
in the living room. She asked Clay if he thought she was still attractive. 

"You're still beautiful, Mom." "But fading fast, huh?" "You're not fading."
 She got him to talk about her looks. She smiled when she learned he went 
crazy over her legs whenever she wore high heels. "High heels, huh?" "Yeah, 
they turn me on when you wear them." "What about other women?" "Sometimes. 
But with you, it's all the time." She was amused. She looked meaningfully at 
his crotch. He wore freshly pressed chinos and the crotch was tight enough 
to show a cockbulge. She was certain he had a hard-on. He'd probably had one 
all evening. She asked him if he still wanted her to do what they had talked 
about in the restaurant. 

"Interested, honey?" "You know I am, Mom." Yes, she did know. She walked 
into the living room with him and told him to get undressed. She pretended 
to be matter-of-fact about it, but she sneaked looks at him while he 
stripped his clothes off. 

Finally, he was naked. He seemed so proud of his hard cock. She loved the 
way he looked without clothes. He had a lovely hard body. 

She kissed his cheek and told him they couldn't do more than they did last 
time. "That much and no more. I don't want you getting any ideas about 
anything else." "I promise. 

"But if you want me to, I'll take my clothes off. Would you like that?"
 "God, yes!" She smiled at his eagerness. She told herself there was nothing 
wrong with showing him her body. She could see his. And he'd already seen 
her naked dozens of times in her bedroom. But she wouldn't fuck him, It was 
one thing to jerk him off and swallow his jism, but she wouldn't fuck him. 
She wouldn't go that far with him. 

She left him in the living room, and she went to her bedroom. She peeled out 
of her dress, unsnapped her bra and tossed it away. At first, she thought of 
returning to him naked, but then she decided to leave her pantyhose and 
heels on. If he liked her legs that much, he'd have himself a thrill. 

She went back to the living room like that, in nothing but beige pantyhose 
and a pair of tan pumps with spike heels. His eyes widened when he saw her. 

She giggled at the expression on his face. "You look like I'm a Martian or 
something." "You're so beautiful!" "I wouldn't do it if you hadn't already 
seen me naked," she teased. "You're a little sneak." "I promise not to do it 
anymore." "I guess you won't have to." She deliberately walked over to the 
bar and back again to excite him. Her tits wobbled like a pair of 
cantaloupes. She liked turning him on. She hadn't realized how much she 
liked it. 

She sat down. She called to him and made him stand in front of her. His cock 
was out like a flagpole, pointing almost straight up. She touched the 
underside of his cockshaft. 

"Do you like my boobs?" "They're beautiful." She pinched his cock. "This is 
beautiful, too." Then she hefted his big balls. "And so are these." "Mom, I 
love you." She told him he was beautifully hung. She said she liked big 
balls and a nicely shaped cock. She said his prick was lovely. She used two 
hands to fondle him. She was teasing him. 

Tickling around his cock and balls without getting down to the business of 
jerking him off.. He seemed to like it. They both giggled when a short spurt 
of clear pre-cum came out of his piss hole. She was happy that they were 
both more reined about it now. She felt good about what they were doing. She 
felt so close to him. 

Then she started jacking him off. She fondled his balls with one hand and 
pumped his cock with the other hand. Then she released his balls and moved 
her hand around to squeeze his ass. 

She could tell his excitement was intense. He kept his eyes on her hand as 
she slowly jerked him off. She knew he wanted more. He wanted her mouth on 
his cock. They both wanted that. Well, he'd have to wait for it. In the 
meantime she had his throbbing cockmeat in her hand. She cooed at him. She 
stuck the middle finger of her free hand in her mouth to get it wet and slid 
the finger around to his asscrack. She pushed her finger inside his asshole. 
He grunted with surprise. But he didn't complain. She pushed the finger all 
the way in and started fucking his asshole as she jerked him off. 

"Is it nice, baby?" "Christ, it's great, Mom! I'm going to come soon!" She 
capped his cock-knob with her mouth. 

He started spurting cum a moment later, and she took all of it down her 
throat. Her finger fucked in and out of his asshole as he finished shooting 
his cum-load. 

She drained his bells dry. She sucked the dregs out of the tip of his prick. 
His jism was tasty. And plentiful. Gobs of cum sliding down her throat. All 
that jizz coming out of his lovely balls. 

Later, alone in her bathroom, Barbara rubbed her clit to an orgasm while 
thinking about his cum-spurting cock. She was in heaven. She prayed nothing 
would go wrong between them. He was mare important to her now than ever 
before. 

Chapter Five 

The next day, they were at each other again as soon as she returned home 
from the shop. This time, she started sucking his cock immediately. She'd 
been thinking about it all day. She'd gone all day with her mouth watering 
for his prick. 

Now, she was sitting on one of the kitchen chairs and Clay was standing in 
front of her with his cock in her mouth. It was heaven for her. She loved 
having his cock between her lips. He had his jeans and shorts down at his 
ankles, nothing but a tee-shirt on top and his naked body below that. She 
held his balls in one hand, the other hand fondling his hard little ass. Her 
mouth worked over his cockhead and cockshaft. 

My lollipop, she thought. She fucked him with her mouth, pumping her lips 
back and forth along his hard prick. She knew this was another step with 
him, one step farther. Last time, all she had done was jerk him off and suck 
his cock at the end. This time, she was giving him a real blow-job. 

She told herself she was too hungry for his cock. She loved blowing him. And 
he obviously loved it, too. He rocked his ass, gently fucking his cock in 
and out of her mouth as she sucked. She wondered what he thought of her as. 
he looked down at it. His mother, a cocksucker. Yes, she was a cock-sucker. 
All those boys she had sucked off. Hundreds! She'd lost count. Now this one 
was her own son. And the best. This was definitely the best cock, because it 
was Clay's. 

After a while, she stopped it. She didn't want him to come yet. She told him 
they ought to go to the living room to be more comfortable. They laughed 
together as he hobbled along with his jeans and shorts down on his legs. In 
the living room, she quickly stripped her clothes off. Clay's eyes were hot 
as he watched her undress. When she was down to her bra and panties, she 
smiled at him. 

"Naked?" she asked. 

"Oh, yeah!" She took everything off. Then she slipped into her heels again. 
Clay already had all his clothes off. She called him to her, and they 
wrapped their arms around each other. His cock pressed against her pussy. 
They kissed. She rubbed against his cock. With heels on, she was as tall as 
he was, and it was delicious to have his big prick pushing against her 
cuntlips. This was the first time they had touched each other like this 
without their clothes on. She loved it. She loved the feel of his hard body 
pressing against hers. 

The kiss became hotter. She slipped her tongue into his mouth, and soon he 
returned the caress. At this moment, she realized he was more her lover than 
her son. Or both lover and son. How confusing it was. Here she was kissing a 
man, both of them completely naked, and the man was, her own son. 

He wasn't that confident about touching her body. She pulled at his hands to 
get them on her ass. His touch was tentative at first. But soon he was 
squeezing and fondling her asscheeks the way she liked it. 

He turned her on so much. She fondled his cock and balls while they kissed 
and hugged each other. She felt so close to him. 

"You can touch my boobs, if you like." His hands immediately left her ass to 
cup her tits. He groaned with excitement as he fondled her. 

She chuckled. "You do like them, don't you?" "They turn me on." "They're not 
as firm as they used to be. They droop a little." "I like them just the way 
they are. These are super tits." "You shouldn't ever talk about this. Not to 
anyone. 

"Don't worry, I won't." "Go on, suck my tits if you want. I always like 
that." He quickly bent his head to take one of her nipples in his mouth. She 
remembered how he'd sucked her tits when he was an infant. Now, eighteen 
years later, he was doing it again. Only this time not for the milk. This 
time it WBS only for pleasure. Her pleasure, too. She loved the feel of his 
mouth on her. She held her tit for him. She used both hands to hold the tit 
up to his sucking mouth. Then she had him move to the other tit and suck it 
until the nipple was just as swollen as the first one. 

He kept sucking her tits like a hungry calf. After a while, his hand slid 
down over her belly to her cunt bush. He hesitated. She told him to go on. 
After coming this far, it would be silly to stop him. She couldn't tell him 
not to touch her pussy. She wanted it as much as he did. 

His fingers slid into her pussy gash, two fingers between her cuntlips. She 
was dripping wet. He pushed farther, fucking his fingers inside her wet cunt 
hole. She loved it. She moved her legs apart a bit to give his hand more 
room. Now he had his mouth on one tit and his fingers in her cunt. He had a 
good touch. He knew how to fondle a pussy. Sometimes when she made it with a 
boy his age, the boy would be too rough with his hands. She liked her pussy 
treated gently. Clay's fingers felt just right. She liked the way he rolled 
his thumb over the shaft of her clit. He was indeed like a lover to her now. 

He kept his fingers in her cunt as he straightened up. She squeezed his cock 
and smiled at him. 

"My pussy is very wet, isn't it?" "That means you're turned an." "And what 
about this?" She looked down at his cock. "God, what a lovely big prick 
you've got." Then she stopped smiling. "I hope we're not going to be sorry 
for this. I hope we won't regret it." "Not me." He was in a fever of 
excitement. She could see it in his eyes. She stroked his cock carefully. 
She didn't want him coming in her hand. She finally pulled away from him and 
sat down in one of the easy chairs. She called him to her. He came to stand 
in front of her and she took his cock in her mouth. This time, she intended 
to bring him off. She wanted the feel of his prick shooting off in her 
mouth. He seemed to sense it. 

He groaned and caressed her head as she sucked him. She used both hands on 
his ass, cupping and squeezing his asscheeks. 

She pulled her mouth away. "Go on, honey, you can come. Come in my mouth 
now, if you want to." "Oh, Jesus!" She sucked his cock-knob again and jacked 
his cockshaft with her fingers to bring his cumload out. He groaned as he 
pumped his ass. For a moment, there was confusion. They were both trying to 
fuck each other, she with her mouth and him with his cock. 

Barbara broke away and giggled. "All right, you do it." She held still while 
he fucked his cock in and out of her mouth. His big balls slapped against 
her chin with each thrust. She fondled his ass. He was like a young animal 
fucking her face. So vigorous. She tickled his asscrack. She found his 
asshole with her fingertip and rubbed the outside of it. He made a noise in 
his throat as she pushed the tip of her finger inside. Just the tip. She 
loved finger-fucking a boy's asshole while she had his cock in her mouth. 
Some of them went crazy when she, did it. She remembered how excited Clay 
had been last time. She suddenly pulled her mouth away from his cock. She 
wanted some spit on her finger. She sucked her finger and smiled up at him. 

"Now I can get my finger all the way in." Then he had his cock in her mouth 
again and her finger pushed deep inside his hot asshole. He groaned as the 
finger went in; His cock was so strong. He fucked steadily in and out of her 
mouth. She loved getting face-fucked. His cockhead kept jabbing at her 
throat, but she loved it. He was a good mouth-fucker. She was turned on by 
it, excited by the feel of his cock sliding in and out of her mouth while 
his asshole gripped her finger. 

Then he was coming. 

He cried out, a deep cry of pleasure as his prick started squirting. His 
thick jism gushed out on her tongue and splattered the back of her throat. 
She swallowed gobs of his cum. She squeezed his balls as he finished coming. 
He continued pumping, slowing down gradually, his cock like a thick sausage 
as it slid back and forth between her lips. 

After it was over, they went to the sofa and sat down beside each other. 
They kissed again. His hand slipped between her thighs. He wanted to play 
with her cunt like he had before. She opened her legs. She was thrilled by 
the feel of his fingers in her pussy. 

"You came a gallon." He chuckled. "Yeah, I guess so. You don't mind?" "If I 
did, I wouldn't do it. Rub my clit a little. Yes, like that. Oh yes, that's 
good! Do you like my pussy, baby?" "I love it." "We're crazy for doing 
this." "I don't." "Neither do I." He was masturbating her now. He knew how 
to rub a clit. She was amused because the boys she'd known usually didn't 
know how. Clay seemed to have an instinct for it. She adored him. She closed 
her eyes and leaned back. She told him to go on. Her clit was like a stiff 
little spike down there if he kept rubbing her clit the way he was, she'd 
soon get off. She was eager for it. 

"Oh baby, you're doing me so good!" She kept her legs wide open. She watched 
his hand, excited by the fact that it was her son's hand down there and not 
the hand of some stranger. Her nipples were as stiff as her clit. She cupped 
her left hand under her left tit and pulled at the nipple with her fingers. 

"Don't stop." "Don't worry, I won't." "Do it harder. Rub my whole cunt." He 
used the flat of his hand, rubbing her cuntmeat, grinding it with his palm. 
"This way?" "That's good, honey. That's lovely. Harder now. Oh yes, baby. 
I'm coming now! Keep rubbing it! It's good! It's a good one! Oh honey, it's 
so good!" She moaned as the orgasm hit her. 

A gush of cunt cream came out of her pussy to drench his finger. He 
continued rubbing her pussy, at times fucking two fingers inside her cunt 
hole and then pulling the fingers out again. She had a wonderful climax. A 
great shudder went through her as he finished her off. At the end, she 
kissed him and thanked him. 

She hugged him and told him how much she loved him. 

During the morning of the following Sunday, she finally let him fuck her. 

He came into her bedroom with a raging hard-on. She giggled when she saw it. 
"What do you intend to do with that thing?" "Can I got in bed with you?" 
"That's going to lead to trouble." "Come on, Mom." Before long, they were on 
the bed together, fondling each other, her hand stroking his cock, his 
fingers stretching her cunt hole. 

"Honey, maybe it's too much," she said. "It's not too much. We both want 
it." Of course, he was right. She stopped resisting him. 

She fisted his hard cock. "I'll make you come." "No, let me do you first."
 She held his cock while he played with her cunt. He had no trouble making 
her come. Her cunt was soon gushing on his fingers as the climax hit her. 

She laughed and sat up beside him on the bed. "You're too good at that. 
You're much too good." He grinned. "Some of the girls I know taught me." He 
wanted to play with her pussy some more. He seemed fascinated by her cunt. 
She told him she loved getting off in the morning. He said he did, too. She 
started playing with his cock again, fondling his balls, pumping his 
cockshaft, smearing his cock juice over his prick-knob. He had such a big 
randy cock. How lovely it was to have a cock to play with on a Sunday 
morning. Her own son's cock! It seemed so crazy. She bounced his balls on 
her palm as she thought how, crazy it was. 

Then she told him she wanted to watch him jack off. He wasn't bashful about 
it, was he? She coaxed him to pump his cock with his fist so she could watch 
it. She said it would be exciting for her to watch. 

He did it. He curled his fingers around his cockshaft and started whacking 
off. She thought it was beautiful to watch. His cockknob looked so swollen. 
She loved the way his balls bounced as he jerked off. Bending over his 
crotch, she kissed the tip of his prick while he pumped his cockmeat. 

Finally, she stopped him. She didn't want him to come yet. She opened a 
drawer in the night table and brought out her vibrator. They laughed over 
it. She talked to him about it. He knew what a vibrator was for. He'd seen 
her use it a few times when he spied on her. 

"You get off with it?" he asked. "That's right." "Is it good?" She smiled. 
"It's always good. Really good." "I love it when you come." "Plug it in for 
me, honey. There's an outlet near the night table." He climbed off the bed 
to do it. She was happy the vibrator didn't embarrass him. Kids these days 
knew everything. 

After he plugged in the vibrator, she asked him to get the baby oil from her 
bathroom. He returned with it in a moment. She watched his cock swinging as 
he walked towards her with a grin on his face. 

"Where does the oil go?" "Where do you think, silly? It goes on my pussy. 
You can do it if you want to." He climbed onto the bed with the bottle of 
baby oil and she opened her legs for him. They giggled at each other as he 
squirted the oil on her cuntlips. She told him to make sure some of the oil 
was on her clit. She pulled her cuntlips apart with her fingers and made him 
look closely at her pussy. 

"That's the place you came out of." "Maybe that's why I love it." She turned 
the vibrator on. She asked him if he wanted to do it for her, and he quickly 
agreed. He took the handle from her. She pulled her knees back and opened 
her thighs wide. She knew she looked completely wanton. She was turned on. 
Having him do her Would be a thrill. 

She started shaking almost the moment he touched the vibrator to her cunt 
gash. She had the first orgasm within seconds, crying out as it hit her. She 
let go. She didn't worry about what he would think. She was too hot to worry 
about that. He kept the vibrator pressed against her cunt until she came two 
more times. Then suddenly he turned the vibrator off and put it down on the 
mattress. Before she could stop him, he pushed his mouth against her cunt 
and started sucking her wet pussy gash. She gave out a loud groan and opened 
her legs wider for him. She encouraged him. She was thrilled by it. 

He buried his face in her wet cunt, his nose rubbing against her swollen 
clit, his tongue lapping at her cunt hole. It was marvelous. 

Something she hadn't expected. Maybe sooner or later she would have asked 
him for it, but now he was eating her cunt on his own initiative. He was 
doing it because he loved her pussy. 

She ruffled his hair and told him how much she liked it. He was a good 
cunt-lapper. She could feel his tongue inside her cunt hole. She could see 
how drenched his face was with her cunt juice. 

Then his tongue moved up to her clit and she was in heaven. She kept her 
cuntlips spread apart with her fingers, opening her pussy gash for him as he 
whipped his tongue back and forth over her clit. "Oh baby, that's good! 
Right there. Keep doing it like that. It's delicious!" Finally, she pushed 
him away. It was time to do what they both knew had to be done. 

He had to fuck her. 

She'd been avoiding it since the beginning, deluding herself that she would 
never let him fuck her. But all the time, she knew they would do it. She 
wanted it badly now. She was dying to have his cock in her cunt. 

She asked him if he wanted to fuck her. "You want to, don't you?" "You mean 
it?" "Only if you want to." "You know I want to." 

He was trembling with eagerness. She opened her thighs to him. He mounted 
her. She used her hand to guide his prick in. His cock felt so thick as it 
fucked in. They both moaned. She closed her thighs around him. His young 
body felt so good between her legs. His cock felt so lovely inside her cunt. 
It was so easy. His prick filled her pussy so beautifully. Whatever 
reservations she had about fucking her son quickly vanished. It felt so good 
it had to be right. 

"It's like coming home," he said. 

"For me, too." "I don't want to move yet. I don't want to come.." "Take your 
time, honey. Just do what you want." He soaked his cock awhile. Then finally 
he started fucking. Slowly at first. She held his ass. What a marvelous fuck 
he was! He said he wanted it to last forever. 

She let him go on another minute or so, and then she told him to pull out. 
She said they could try another position. When he rolled off her, she turned 
over on her knees with her ass in the air. 

She told him to put his cock in her pussy from behind. "I like it better 
this way." He moved behind her. He went crazy over her ass, fondling and 
kissing her asscheeks until he had her giggling and begging him to fuck her. 
At last, he fucked his cock inside her cunt again. This time, his cock felt 
much bigger. She loved getting fucked from behind. She loved being fucked 
like an animal. 

Her son was such a marvelous fuck! He knew exactly how to move. She urged 
him to fuck hard, and before long he was pounding her cunt. She could feel 
his balls slapping against her clit. It was wonderful! He made a croaking 
sound as he shot off. 

She could feel his cock spurting jism in her cunt channel. She wagged her 
ass around, sucking at his cock with her fuck-hole. She used her fingers to 
rub her clit to an orgasm. She flattened on the bed, and he pressed down on 
top of her, his cock still in her cunt, his lips warm against her neck in a 
loving kiss. 

Well, it's begun, she thought. Now, where will it end? 

Chapter Six 

During the days that followed, they were fucking constantly. Barbara rushed 
home in the evening to be with Clay. She was no longer interested in other 
boys. She no longer needed them. All she wanted was time alone with her son. 
Clay seemed to want the same thing. Their lives had entered a new phase, and 
the excitement was intense. Barbara didn't care about whether it was right 
or wrong. All she cared about was that she was happy. 

As far as the sex was concerned, she found herself in the midst of a hot 
love affair. They made discoveries about each other. Each learned how to 
please the other. The evening always started out in an ordinary way. They 
kissed when Barbara arrived home. They talked about their day. Then she made 
dinner for them. After dinner, they watched TV together, side by side on the 
sofa. Barbara was amused at how they behaved just like a married couple. 

After a while, the kissing would start. Soon they'd be touching each other, 
Clay fondling her tits, Barbara playing with his cock. There was never any 
awkwardness about it. It was always understood that eventually they would be 
in bed together. Sometimes she sucked his cock while he watched TV. 
Sometimes Clay would go down on her in the living room. She always kept her 
pussy fresh and sweet for him. He seemed to adore sucking her pussy, and she 
never grew tired of it. 

Before long, they would leave the living room and go to her bedroom to fuck. 
There, she sucked his cock again. They would often suck each other at the 
same time. Eventually, she would kneel on the bed and Clay would fuck her 
from behind. He liked fucking her that way, and for her it was the best. He 
was always good for her. She liked it when he fucked her cunt hard and deep. 
She liked it when he pounded her pussy. She adored his hands on her ass and 
the way he bent over to grab her hanging tits. 

After the fuck, they would rest awhile and then maybe go back to the living 
room. Then later they would fuck again. Sometimes she would ride him. He 
would stretch out on the sofa and she would sit on his cock and fuck him 
until she had an orgasm. He liked sucking her tits as she bent over him. 
When she had her climax, she would either suck him off or bend over again to 
get it in her cunt from behind. 

Clay never slept with her. He slept in his own room. In the morning, they 
would have breakfast together and after that she would drive him to school. 
She was always happy as she drove downtown to the shop. Her life seemed 
filled with excitement One evening, she had a drink with a designer after 
she closed the shop, and when she arrived home Clay was annoyed because she 
was so late. They bickered about it. Then they calmed down and they were 
even more loving to each other than before. A lover's quarrel. Barbara was 
amused. They kissed. 

Clay said he was sorry he'd been irritated. He said he wanted to suck her 
off. 

"You don't have to," she said. 

"I want to." She sat down in the living room in an armchair. She still had 
her clothes on. Clay helped her get her shoes and pantyhose off. She pulled 
her skirt back to her waist and he knelt in front of her. She loved it when 
he gobbled her pussy. She spread her thighs wide and teased him by opening 
her cunt with her fingers. 

"You're a horny little cunt lapper." He grinned. "That's right." "Suck it 
right here. Right on the hole." He did what she wanted. He kissed her cunt 
hole and fucked his tongue inside. She loved it. He always did such a good 
job sucking her pussy. He tongue- fucked her cunt hole awhile and then he 
moved his tongue to her clit. He pulled at the hood of her clit with his 
fingers to keep it exposed. She ran her fingers through his hair. 

She told him how good it was. "The best, baby, it's the best. I always love 
it when you suck me. Right on my clit. Right on my little buzzer. Oh honey, 
I'm coming! I'm coming now!" After she came, they hurried to get their 
clothes off. She knelt on the easy chair and Clay rammed his cock inside her 
cunt from the rear. 

He told her how much he loved fucking her this way. "It's great. This is the 
best. Your butt really turns me on." "My ass, honey. I like that word 
better." Clay giggled. "All right, your ass. Really nice. 

She wagged her ass around. She reached underneath to grab his balls while he 
fucked her cunt. She told him she loved it, too. She loved it when he fucked 
hard against her ass. 

He fondled her asscheeks. Then she felt his fingers in her asscrack. He 
teased her asshole with a fingertip. They hadn't done anything serious yet 
with her asshole. She was too shy -to ask him for it. It was one thing to 
tell a stranger she'd picked up to fuck her ass, but somehow she couldn't 
bring herself to ask Clay to ass-fuck her. She wanted it, but she couldn't 
bring herself to ask him. Now he seemed suddenly interested in her asshole, 
more than other times. She felt his finger slip inside her asshole. She 
groaned. It had to be his whole finger. 

"Clay, honey..." "I've got my finger in your ass." "Well, I know that." "Do 
you mind?" "No, I don't mind, but you might use some of my pussy juice on 
your finger. It'll make it easier." He did what she wanted. He seemed eager 
to play with her asshole. His cock continued fucking in and out of her cunt. 

"You've got the nicest asshole in the world, Mom." She teased him. "How many 
have you seen?" "Enough. Enough to know that it's beautiful." "You're my 
lover boy." "Have you ever been fucked in your ass?" "Do I have to answer 
that?" "Tell me, Mom." "The answer is yes." "Do you like it?" "Yes, I like 
it. If it's done right, I like it." He said he wanted to fuck her ass. She 
knew that was coming. At first, she was reluctant. She wasn't sure it was 
good to do everything with him that she did with other lovers. But finally 
she agreed. She said if he wanted to ass-fuck her that much, he could do it. 
She decided things had to take care of themselves. 

He pulled his prick out of her cunt. She told him to go get the baby oil in 
her bathroom. She needed some lubrication in her asshole. She waited for 
him. She continued kneeling on the cushion of the easy chair. Finally he 
returned. 

She waited for the oil, but instead of pouring some oil in her asscrack, he 
went down on her ass first. He kissed her asscheeks and asscrack until she 
giggled. 

She went wild when he licked her asshole. She encouraged him to do more. She 
loved it. He rooted around in her ass, licking up and down in the crack, 
licking her asshole. She thrilled to every wild moment of it. This was one 
thing she never got from the boys she fucked. They never went wild like 
this. 

Then he started sucking her asshole, and it was even better. He 
tongue-fucked her shitter. She moaned. She told him she loved it. She rubbed 
her clit while he sucked her ass. She was thrilled that he wanted to please 
her so much. His tongue felt so good in there, like a wet snake tickling her 
asshole. And the way he hung on! He seemed in no hurry to fuck her now. He 
kept his mouth on her asshole, his tongue fucking in and out, his hands 
griping her ass buns. She told herself she never wanted him to leave her. He 
was too good a lover. She would have to find some way to keep him. A man did 
need some variety in sex. She would see that he had other women besides her, 
but she would never let him leave her. She wagged her hips, pressing her 
against his face as he sucked her asshole. 

Finally, he pulled his mouth away. He started lubricating her whole with the 
baby oil. She wasn't sure she needed it now, after all that asssucking, but 
his fingers felt good as they stretched her ass ring. 

Then he put the baby oil away, and in a moment his cock was pushing at her 
asshole. His cockhead pushed slowly inside her stretched whole. His prick 
was hard and thick in her ass. He gave her inch after inch of stiff 
cockmeat. 

It was the first time they'd ass-fucked, and the excitement was intense. She 
felt no pain at all. She'd had her asshole fucked often enough. She knew how 
to open herself up. She took all of his cock without any trouble. All that 
lovely cock in her ass. Her own son's cock fucking her shitter! When he had 
his prick in her ass down to his balls, he stayed there. He gripped and 
squeezed her asscheeks, rolling her asscheeks around. They were both 
groaning. She felt as though she had a lead pipe shoved up her ass. She 
could feel his cock all the way in there. She could feel every hot inch of 
his prick. It was marvelous. 

Then he slowly pulled back. His cock slid back out of her ass, back until he 
had just the tip in her whole. All the way out-and then slowly in again. 

She told him not to worry about hurting her. "I can take it, honey. Just do 
what you want." "Are you sure, Mom?" "Yes, I'm sure. Just keep fucking me."
 She was crazy wild because it was her own son fucking her ass. His cock 
felt like a delicious hot poker up her shit-tube. And he was good. He was 
such a good lover. He was soon fucking her asshole like a veteran, like he'd 
been doing it to her for years. She rubbed her clit as his cock fucked in 
and out. She pinched her nipples, squeezing her tits and puffing at them. 

The only thing she missed was a cock in her mouth. How marvelous it would be 
to get fucked at both ends! She'd never had that. Never two at once. She 
told him to fuck harder. He said he would come soon, and she urged him on. 

"Give it to me! Give me your jizz, honey! Give it to me up my ass!" Finally, 
he came. 

He grunted, gripped her ass with his hands and started shooting. She felt 
the spurting of his jism in her ass guts. His hot cum-load. She rubbed 
herself off. Her asshole sucked on his cock as he continued gushing cum. It 
was marvelous. It was obvious he loved it as much as she did. One of their 
better fucks. 

He stayed inside her ass until hit cock became small. He said he didn't want 
to leave her asshole. They giggled at each other as he refused to pull his 
cock out of her ass. 

"Honey, you can't stay in there all night." "Yes, I can. You don't want me 
to pull out, anyway. Your ass hole doesn't want me to leave." 

The next day, her ass was sore. He'd fucked her ass a little bit too hard. 
But she told herself she'd get used to it. Apart from a sore whole, she felt 
wonderful. 

Late in the morning, someone she knew walked into the shop. An old friend 
Barbara hadn't seen in years. The woman's name was Alice, and in Barbara's 
office they hugged and kissed each other in greeting. 

"You look marvelous," Alice said. "You look just marvelous!" "And you too."
 Barbara took Alice to lunch. They talked about old times. -Barbara was 
delighted when Alice announced she was moving back to town. She had a new 
job with an insurance company. They could see each other again. Alice had 
married, and divorced while being away. She said she liked being single. At 
least, so far. For the time being, she was content. 

Barbara invited Alice to have dinner with her and Clay. She had always liked 
Alice. Blonde Alice had always been the unconventional one. Now that Alice 
was back in town again, Barbara looked forward to renewing their friendship. 

The evening of the dinner arrived. Alice and Clay immediately liked each 
other. 

"He's quite a hunk," Alice said. "You didn't tell me your son was so sexy."
 Clay blushed, and Barbara was amused. The three of them had a lovely 
evening together. Afterward Barbara drove Alice home. 

In the car Alice teased Barbara. "Something is going on between you two."
 "What?" "Between you and Clay. I can sense those things. I think you're 
fucking him." Barbara was stunned. "That's crazy!" Alice laughed. "It's not 
crazy, it's true. I think it's marvelous." Barbara denied it. But Alice 
insisted. Alice said she didn't think it was wrong. She said it was lovely. 

Then Alice revealed she was a swinger. "I dig sex. All kinds of sex. Maybe 
that's why I'm not shocked by you and Clay. I've seen it before, you know. 
Other women and their sons. I've seen everything, darling. I've done the 
wildest things you can think of." She pressed Barbara, and Barbara finally 
admitted the truth about her and Clay. "I don't know how you could tell. I 
promised myself I would never tell anyone." "I told you there's nothing 
wrong with it." "People think it's wrong." "Some people. Never mind what 
some people think. I'm happy that you're not the way you used to be. There 
was a time when I thought you were too stuffy." "Not anymore." Alice 
laughed. "Definitely not anymore. Anyway, I bet you're having a time with 
him. He's a dreamboat." Barbara found herself delighted to have a friend who 
could understand her. She told Alice about all the years of fucking teenaged 
boys. How hungry she'd been for cock. Now she had Clay, and everything was 
wonderful. 

"He's the best lover in the world," Barbara said. 

"After you taught him." "How do you know so much?" 

"I told you, I've been around. I've had my share of boys like Clay. For a 
while I had a thing going in Morro Bay with a young man. Lord, what a cock 
he had!" Alice talked about swinging. She liked fuck parties. She loved 
threesomes. Barbara listened to it all, and it put her in something of a 
daze. Alice had always been so unconventional. 

Well, now I'm unconventional too, Barbara thought. She was fucking her own 
son, and that was certainly unconventional. 

After she dropped Alice off at her house, Barbara drove back to her 
apartment. She wondered about Clay. Sooner or later, he would start looking 
at other women. It was inevitable. Barbara had dreaded the idea, but talking 
to Alice had made her feel better about it. Maybe there was a way. She 
wondered if Clay would like fucking with two women at the same time. If she 
could get him used to that, she could see to it that he always had some 
variety, and then he'd have no reason to leave her. She couldn't stand him 
making it alone with another woman. She'd be too jealous. But all three of 
them together might work. 

The idea remained in her mind a whole week until she saw Alice again. She 
talked to Alice about it. It seemed so easy to talk to Alice about anything. 
Did Alice think it would be good for Clay? Alice shrugged. "He's hooked on 
you, isn't he? If he's hooked on you, then maybe it's a good idea. Sure, why 
not?" They decided that maybe Clay ought to learn that he could get turned 
on by other women his mother's age. It made sense to Barbara. And here was 
Alice, with all the experience. 

"Are you interested?" Barbara asked. 

Alice looked at her. "Me?" "Yes, you. Why not you? I don't know anyone else 
I trust. It's got to be you. You said he turned you on." "I didn't say 
that." "You almost said it." "I guess I talked myself into this one, didn't 
I?" Alice agreed. They would have an evening at Alice's house in the near 
future. All three of them. Alice said it was always easy to get a man 
involved. Man or boy. She had Barbara quivering as they talked about it. 

"I think I'm getting excited," Barbara said. Alice laughed. "Wait for the 
party." 

And so one evening, Barbara and Clay drove out to Alice's house. Barbara 
hadn't told Clay about anything. She was depending on Alice to get things 
going. Alice was the one with experience. 

As they approached Alice's house, Barbara felt uncertain again. She felt a 
mixture of excitement and apprehension. How would she react when she saw 
Clay with another woman? How would Clay react when he found out what they'd 
planned for him? The evening started off innocently enough. They had dinner, 
and then they watched a VCR movie. The movie was boring, and Alice suggested 
an X-rated film she had. She said she hadn't seen it yet but it was supposed 
to be good. 

Clay seemed delighted. He sat between them on the sofa as the film came on 
the screen. 

Before long, it was obvious that the film, was good. And very hot. Barbara 
quickly turned on. She'd watched films like this with Clay before. She 
slipped her hand into his lap and squeezed his cock-bulge. 

At first, Clay was shocked because Barbara was fondling him with Alice 
sitting right there on the other side of him. But after a while, he relaxed. 
Then Alice's hand joined Barbara's. 

Clay squirmed. "What's going on?" Barbara soothed him. "It's all right, 
honey. You said you liked Alice. I thought we could all have some fun 
together." "Oh, wow!" Alice laughed. She kissed Clay's cheek and squeezed 
his cock. "We're going to have a party, aren't we?" Clay returned the kiss. 
Then he leaned the other way and kissed his mother. "I sure like parties." 

Chapter Seven 

The three of them were now naked in Alice's bedroom. Barbara wore her garter 
belt and nylons, but Alice had taken everything off. Clay lay on the bed, 
watching the two women. They were standing near the closet, Barbara was 
sipping a drink while Alice finished hanging her clothes. 

Clay found it difficult to believe it was actually happening. Two women! 
They were both knock-outs. He was in a fever of excitement, but he tried to 
remain cool. He wanted it to last forever. Just looking at them was 
thrilling. 

Alice had a shaved pussy. Clay had never seen one before, and he found it a 
turn-on. Alice's cunt mound was bald, the top of her pussy slit visible. She 
had small tits with prominent pink nipples. Compared to Barbara, she was 
slender, almost thin. Lots of tennis and sunshine. Long legs and hardly any 
hips. She had a suntan all over and a bulging little ass- with a deep split. 
Clay decided he liked his mother's body more. He liked the ripeness, the 
hang of Barbara's tits, her lush ass. She always looked so delicious when 
she was naked. These days, she always wore a garter belt because she knew he 
liked her legs. She was a honey and he loved her. 

Now Barbara spoke to Alice. "You first," she suggested. 

Alice chuckled. "Me first?" "I want to watch it." Clay's cock twitched as he 
realized they were talking about blowing him. Alice looked at him and 
smiled. The blonde approached the bed, her pert little tits bobbing with 
each step. She sat down beside Clay and ran her fingers over his chest and 
stomach. Her fingers trailed down to his cock bush, down to his prick. She 
took hold of his cock. He had a raging hard-on, his cock twitching, his piss 
hole leaking pre-cum. She bent over him and started licking his cockshaft. 
Her tongue lapped over his cock-knob and then down his cockshaft to his 
balls. Then she worked her mouth up again to the tip of his prick. Before 
long, she took his prick inside her mouth. 

Clay groaned. He watched her lips slide over his cockhead, slide down his 
cockshaft as her mouth engulfed his fuck-meat. Then she dropped his prick 
out of her mouth and fluttered her tongue over his piss hole. She nibbled at 
the spongy flesh of his cockhead. She licked around his prick-knob, and 
cockshaft. Her fingers toyed with his hairy balls, squeezing them gently, 
lifting his ballsac. Her mouth opened wide again and she took his cock deep 
inside. Now she began to blow him, her lips sliding up and down, her head 
bobbing, her saliva drooling out to wet his big prick. 

Barbara hadn't moved from the foot of the bed. She watched Alice sucking 
Clay's cock. She quivered with excitement as she watched them. She had one 
hand slowly rubbing her cunt mound. Her eyes met Clay's. She smiled at him. 
She ran her tongue over her lips and blew him a kiss. 

She was amazed at how easy it all was. Another woman and Clay. She felt 
hardly any jealousy. She loved it. It was thrilling to watch Clay get sucked 
by the attractive blonde. She smiled again as Clay groaned. She approached 
the bed on the other side. Clay was now between them, Alice on one side and 
Barbara on the other. Barbara sat there a moment, watching Alice suck his 
cock. She was closer now, and she could sec more. She thought Alice looked 
so beautiful with her lips stretched wide by Clay's thick cock. Clay was 
obviously in heaven. He had a powerful hard-on. Barbara was amused by how 
excited he was. 

Then Barbara leaned down to share Clay's cock with Alice. Both women sucked 
his cock together, one mouth on one side and the other mouth on the other 
side. Sometimes one or the other giggled softly as they got in each other's 
way. Barbara loved it. She felt so close to Alice. They were sharing the 
same cock, sharing Clay. Alice held Clay's prick with her fingers and 
offered his prick to Barbara with a smile. Barbara closed her mouth over the 
plum of cars cockhead, sucking at it, slurping over it, rolling her tongue 
over his piss hole while Alice held his cockshaft and balls. 

Then Alice made Clay pull his knees all the way back to his chest. She 
wanted his asshole exposed. She ran her fingers around his balls and then 
underneath to his asscrack. She smiled and lowered her head to kiss his 
balls. She sucked his balls awhile and then moved her mouth lower down to 
his asshole. He groaned as she started to rim him. Her tongue fluttered over 
his asshole, tickling his puckered ass ring, teasing him while Barbara 
continued sucking his cock. 

Barbara had to see it. She pulled her mouth off Clay's cock to watch Alice 
lick and suck his asshole. She watched the play of Alice's pink tongue. How 
lovely it was. A quiver went through her as Alice briefly fucked her tongue 
inside Clay's shitter. 

Alice finally raised her head to take Clay's cock in her mouth. Now it was 
Barbara's turn to suck his balls and lick his asshole. Holding his knees to 
his chest with his hands, Clay groaned as Barbara's tongue slithered inside 
his asshole. 

Finally, Clay said he had to fuck someone. "Either that or I'll shoot off in 
the air." Barbara giggled. "I want to watch you fuck Alice." The blonde 
rolled over on her back and Clay mounted her. Alice pulled her legs all the 
way back and draped them over his shoulders. Clay fumbled around a moment, 
and then finally drove his cock inside her bald cunt. 

He groaned as he fucked in. Barbara watched his cockshaft stretch Alice's 
pink cunt slit. Clay rammed his fucker in and out, churning his ass as he 
filled Alice's cunt channel. Then he slowed down for a mare leisurely fuck. 
Alice moaned and grabbed his ass. Her face was flushed, her eyes half-closed 
as she concentrated on the feel of his big prick in her pussy. 

Barbara's excitement was intense. She rubbed her clit as she watched them. 
She hadn't expected it would be so thrilling to watch Clay fuck another 
woman. 

Now Alice pulled Clay's facedown and kissed him. She whispered in his ear, 
and Clay chuckled. He pulled his prick out of Alice's cunt. Alice rolled 
over to kneel with her ass in the air. 

The blonde turned to look at Barbara. "He's going to fuck my ass. I think 
there's a tube of KY near the lamp over there." Barbara reached for the tube 
and handed it to Clay. He unscrewed the cap, squeezed some jelly out on his 
fingers and proceeded to grease Alice's asshole. Barbara watched his fingers 
stretch the blonde's pink ass pucker. 

Alice looked at Barbara and ran her tongue over her lips. "You didn't tell 
me he had such a gorgeous cock." Then the blonde hid her face. She wiggled 
her ass as she waited to be fucked. 

After Clay finished lubricating Alice's asshole, he spread some jelly on his 
cock, over his cockhead and along his cockshaft down to his balls. Barbara 
always loved the way his prick looked when it glistened with grease. 

Then Clay fisted his prick and brought his cock-knob to Alice's asshole. He 
pushed forward. Alice groaned. His cockhead slowly fucked inside her ass. 
After that, it was easy. He pushed forward again. Alice grunted as he fucked 
the full length of his cock inside her ass. 

"Oh, fuck, what a cock! I love it!" Barbara found it incredibly thrilling to 
watch. She could see the enormous stretching of Alice's asshole. When Clay 
pulled slowly back, the blonde's asshole began to suck on his retreating 
prick. 

Clay started fucking Alice's ass with a slow but steady thrusting. It was 
obvious that Alice loved it. She seemed wilder now than when she'd had his 
cock in her pussy. She kept her ass moving. Clay gripped her asscheeks. His 
pace gradually quickened. Barbara reached behind his ass to hold his 
swinging balls. What a stud he was! Her lover boy. Her son. 

He groaned and warned Alice he was going to make it soon. She told him to 
fuck her ass hard. When he started ramming her shitter, the blonde cried out 
and shuddered through an orgasm. Her asshole clamped down on his cock and 
his balls boiled over. 

Barbara rubbed her clit with her free hand as she watched it. She still held 
his balls. She squeezed Clay's balls as he shot his cum-load into Alice's 
ass. 

Afterward, Barbara sat alone with Clay in Alice's living room while Alice 
restored herself. 

Barbara talked to Clay about his fucking Alice. 

She teased him about fucking Alice's ass. 

"I could tell you liked it. I think I ought to be jealous." Clay grinned and 
kissed her cheek. "It was pure nice." "Tell me." "I don't know if I should."
 "I said tell me." He chuckled. "She's tight. Her pussy, too. But her ass is 
something else. Tight and hot. It's great!" 

"You're saying that to make me feel jealous." He laughed. "That's right, I 
am." "I want the truth." "If you want the truth, I'll tell you. The sweetest 
ass in the world belongs to my mother. That's the only ass I care about. The 
only trouble is, I don't get to fuck it often enough." "Yes you do. You do 
it too much." Alice walked in. "He does what top much?" Barbara was amused. 
She liked the new freedom they had. She was grateful to Alice. She took 
Clay's cock in her hand, "I was telling him he screws my ass too much."
 Alice chuckled as she sat down across from them. She'd put on gartered 
nylons and high heeled mules. "I don't blame him. With an ass like yours, I 
don't blame him for wanting to fuck it so much." "You put stockings on."
 "You're the one with the great legs." "I think yours are just as good. 
We'll let Clay judge." They looked at Clay and he nodded. 

"The two of you are knocking me out," he said. 

His cock was already half-hard in Barbara's hand. Now Alice came over to sit 
down on the other side of Clay, and she kissed his cheek. She smiled as she 
gazed down at his cock in Barbara's hand. 

"You two are lucky to have each other. That's all that counts, isn't it?" 
Then she said she'd known other mother-son couples, and she was always 
envious of their happiness. 

Clay smiled at Alice. "Let me go down on you. 

The blonde giggled. "Really?" She pulled her knees up to her chest and slid 
forward to get her crotch at the edge of the cushion. Clay knelt on the 
floor and went down on her. He sucked her bald pussy, his tongue lapping up 
and down her cunt slit and probing deep inside her cunt hole. 

"He's good," Alice said to Barbara. "He knows how to suck a pussy." After 
awhile, she patted Clay's head, gently pushed his face away from her crotch. 
"Do your mother, honey. Let me see you do Barbara." Clay kissed Alice's cunt 
again. "Let me eat your ass." Alice giggled. "That's nasty!" "Come on, let 
me do it. You did it to me." The blonde looked at Barbara. "Did I do it to 
him?" 

"Yes, you did. Let him do it if he wants. 

He did, and Alice wanted it, too. She pulled her knees all the way back to 
her tits and watched Clay's tongue as he fluttered it over the pink ring of 
her asshole. Her asshole looked fresh and virginal now. There was no 
evidence that Clay's cock had stretched it wide just a short time ago. He 
licked her asshole and then clamped his lips over it to get his tongue 
inside. Alice shuddered with pleasure. She closed her eyes and moaned. No 
more word games now. She had a hot tongue in her ass, and it was no time for 
games. 

Finally the blonde pushed Clay away and once again told him to go down on 
Barbara. "Suck her pussy, lover. I'm dying to see you suck your mother's 
pussy. I bet you're down there all the time. I bet you eat her out every day 
in the week." Barbara was amused. Not every day in the week, but close to 
it. Clay did like lapping her cunt. He knew how to make it good for her. She 
opened her legs now to encourage him. Having Alice watch it would be 
exciting. She pulled her knees up and ran her fingers inside her cunt gash. 
Her pussy was flooded. She spread her cuntlips open as she waited for him. 

Clay finally moved to Barbara. Alice urged him to get his face in his 
mother's cunt. He kissed the insides of Barbara's thighs. He slid his mouth 
towards her gaping pussy and stuck his tongue out to lick her cunt trench. 
He rubbed his nose against Barbara's clit. 

"You've got a big clitty," Alice said. 

Barbara blushed. "I never thought of it like that." "Well, it's true. That's 
a dyke's dream." Alice chuckled as she leaned towards Barbara. She cupped 
one of Barbara's tits. She played with the nipple, pulling and twisting it 
with her fingers until Barbara moaned. Barbara wondered if Alice had ever 
made it with a woman. Then she told herself that of course Alice had-Alice 
had already said she'd done everything there was to do. And she knew 
everything, too. She sure knew how to play with Barbara's tits. It was the 
first time the two women had ever really touched each other. Barbara found 
it incredibly exciting. She had never made it with a woman. She'd thought 
about it sometimes, but she just hadn't done it. She felt a great fondness 
for Alice now. After this evening, Alice would always be close to her. 

Clay finally finished sucking his mother's pussy. He got up, at down in an 
easy chair and said he wanted someone to sit on his cock. 

Barbara told Alice to go ahead. She wanted to watch Alice fuck Clay. She 
pinched her clit with her fingers and wondered if it was really as big as 
Alice had said. 

Alice went to Clay. She straddled his legs, climbed over him to get his cock 
in her cunt. In a moment, she had his prick inside and she began riding him. 
Clay grabbed her asscheeks in his hands and closed his mouth over one of her 
pink nipples. Alice giggled as she humped him. She rolled her, ass around, 
churned her pink cunt on his thick cock. Reaching behind her, she grabbed 
his balls and pushed them against her asscrack. 

"He's a wonderful lover," Alice said. "He's got a great cock." Barbara was 
sitting behind Alice and she could get everything. She watched Clay's cock 
fucking into Alice's pink cunt. She could see the blonde's bald cuntlips 
stretched around his cockshaft. Barbara diddled her clit as she watched 
them. Her pulse quickened as a gob of pussy juice squirted out of Alice's 
cunt to slide down Clay's cockshaft. His balls looked so swollen again. She 
loved his balls when they were swollen like that. She bit her lip as she 
rubbed the hood of her clit back and forth over the tiny knob. 

Alice continued riding Clay awhile, and then she climbed off and said she 
wanted him to fuck his mother. "You get on her and fuck her good! Show me 
something, the two of you." Barbara was ready. She got up and turned around. 
She bent over on the sofa, kneeling on the cushion and hanging her head over 
the back. 

Clay moved to her. He stroked her ass, ran his fingers between her cuntlips 
and spread them apart. A moment later, his cock fucked inside her pussy and 
she groaned with pleasure. 

Alice came to sit on the sofa beside Barbara. She stroked Barbara's body 
while Clay fucked her. She fondled Barbara's tits and reached underneath to 
touch Clay's cock as it fucked in and out of his mother's wet cunt. 

Clay suddenly pulled his cock out of Barbara's pussy. He brought some cunt 
juice up to lubricate her asshole. Alice giggled as she watched it. She 
pulled at Barbara's nipples as Clay fucked his cock into Barbara's ass. 

"Go on, fuck her brains out," Alice said. "Pack it in there!" Clay hissed 
with pleasure as he speared Barbara's ass with his cock. Alice moved behind 
him and fondled his asscheeks. Then she squatted down to get her face 
against his ass. She pulled his asscheeks open with her hands and pressed 
her mouth against his asshole as he continued fucking his mother. 

Clay groaned as he felt Alice's tongue in his shitter. She, sucked his ass 
while he fucked Barbara's ass. Finally he couldn't go on. He had to come. He 
threw his head back and roared as the jism blasted out of his prick. 

Chapter Eight 

"I won't be long," Clay said. 

It was late afternoon, and they were sitting in Barbara's car outside a 
bowling alley. Barbara quivered with uncertainty. 

"Clay, I don't know... 

"It's okay, Mom. It'll work out fine. Just like I said." She told herself 
she had to have faith in him. The plan was for him to go into that bowling 
alley and find a boy to join them in a threesome. 

Some boy that neither of them knew. It was so dangerous. Clay wouldn't tell, 
the boy he was Barbara's son. He would just tell him he was fucking an older 
woman and that she wanted another boy to join them. 

After the fuck-session with Alice, Barbara had admitted to Clay that making 
it with two boys was something she'd always wished for. Clay had immediately 
offered to set it up Barbara was sorry now that she'd ever mentioned it to 
him. She was too nervous. She didn't like the idea of a stranger doing 
anything with them, even if it was just another teenager. 

"You don't have to if you don't want to," Barbara said nervously. 

Clay smiled at her. "I'm doing what I want-I told you that." "You won't be 
jealous?" "You weren't jealous when I was fucking Alice." "That was 
different." "Come on, Mom, you're not going to back out now. If I didn't 
want to do it, I would say so. You said you wanted it, and I think it'll 
turn me on to see some other guy fuck you. We'll have a ball. You always say 
it's important to enjoy yourself. I'm going in there, and I'll find some guy 
and I'll bring him to the motel. He won't know a damn thing except that he's 
going to fuck a woman. I could find a thousand kids willing to do it." "I 
still think you'll be jealous." "Not if you're right there. We're going to 
do it." She couldn't talk him out of it. She wanted it, anyway. She knew she 
was just making herself miserable by getting nervous about it when it was 
almost done. She nodded at him. He laughed and kissed her cheek and slipped 
out of the car. 

She drove off to the motel they'd agreed on. She was still nervous. Inside 
the room, she peeled her dress off. She posed in front of the mirror in her 
garter belt and nylons. The boy Clay brought would probably think she was an 
old slut. Well, she wasn't that old. She hefted her tits in her hands and 
made a face at herself. Then she put on fresh make-up and perfumed her pussy 
and ass. 

It wasn't long before she began to feel better about it. She poured some 
Scotch out of a bottle she'd bought at the motel bar. She drank the liquor 
and thought about Clay and the boy he would bring. She was soon quivering 
with anticipation. She hadn't fucked another boy in months, not since she 
and Clay had started fucking with each other. 

Clay was such a honey. All he wanted to do was please her. He was so 
grateful about Alice. He said the time they'd been with Alice had been the 
most wonderful time of his life. He said now it was Barbara's turn. If she 
wanted to fuck two boys, he would see to it that she had what she wanted. 
She sat in an armchair, sipping the Scotch and thinking about how lucky she 
was. 

Finally someone knocked on the motel room door. Barbara asked who it was, 
and she heard Clay respond. She went to the door and opened it carefully to 
make sure. It was Clay, all right. Clay and another boy. She stood behind 
the door and opened it wider to let them in. Then she quickly closed the 
door and turned to face them. 

Clay smiled at her. "I almost didn't find the car." She'd left a note with 
the room number on the windshield. "Barbara, this is Billy. Billy, meet 
Barbara." His eyes were hot as he stared at Barbara's naked tits and cunt. 

"Maybe I'm dreaming," he murmured. 

Clay snickered. "You're not dreaming. It's all real, buddy." Barbara smiled 
at the boy. He seemed so astonished that she was naked. Or maybe he was 
astonished that she was there at all. Maybe he'd thought Clay was pulling 
his leg about taking him to a woman in a motel. 

Holding her drink in one hand, she moved toward Billy. She already liked 
him. He was cute. She stroked his cheek and told him how cute he was. Billy 
responded by running his hand over one of her tits. Barbara chuckled and 
pulled back. 

"Fresh!" she laughed. 

"Let me feel it," the youth panted. 

"How old are you?" "What's the difference?" "Tell me how old you an." "I'm 
eighteen. Come on, let me feel your tits." She stuck her chest out. 
"Gently." He moved towards her and used both hands to hold her tits. 
"Christ, what a pair!" "Go on, try one in your mouth." She was amused now. 
She was once again in control of things. She would never iota boy like this 
call the shots. She held her tit in her hand as he sucked it. She glanced at 
the cock-bulge in the crotch of his jeans. She looked at Clay and smiled. 
Was he jealous? If he was, it didn't show on his face. He seemed fascinated, 
watching another boy suck her tits. 

Clay told Billy it wasn't fair to have the lady undressed while they still 
had their clothes on. Billy laughed and started peeling his clothes off. He 
kept his eyes on Barbara. It was obvious all he cared about was fucking her. 
It was all very real for him now. A guy he didn't know had dragged him out 
of a bowling alley to fuck a strange woman in a motel room. He didn't care 
about figuring it out; All he cared about now was fucking the woman. 

Barbara watched the two boys strip their clothes off. She felt like a queen. 
Billy turned had a nice body. Hard and slim. His cock was stiff, but his 
foreskin still covered his cockknob. He had smooth pink balls. Barbara 
smiled as she watched him skin his prick to uncover his cockhead. His wet 
prick-knob looked delicious. 

She went to Clay. She kissed him and fondled his cock and balls. Billy 
watched them, one hand fingering his prick. He finally walked over behind 
Barbara and started stroking her ass. He said she had a gorgeous ass. 
Barbara was amused because he was so aggressive. She turned to him and took 
his cock in her hand. She complimented him on his prick. She played with his 
cock and balls. She held Clay's cock in her left hand and Billy's cock in 
her right hand. 

It was a new experience for her. She felt elated. Two cocks! She chuckled 
when she realized Billy's prick was leaking on her palm. She spread his 
pre-cum around, rubbed it over his cock-knob with her thumb. He was still 
fooling with her bare ass. She felt so wanton. She made a sound of pleasure 
when his fingers tickled her asscrack. She doubted that he was eighteen, but 
whatever, he was he was no virgin. Not the way he was pulling at her 
asscheeks. 

The boys crowded her, kissing her neck, fondling her tits and ass. She 
wanted her drink again, but they wouldn't let her have it. Her excitement 
was intense. She kept thinking about getting two cocks at once. Alice had 
told her about doing it many times. She envied Alice all those years of 
fucking around, doing wild things, doing anything she wanted. Until she 
started fucking with Clay, Barbara had never done everything she wanted. For 
years, she'd been sneaking boys into motel rooms or fucking them in the 
office of her shop. But nothing was ever as exciting as this. Here she was 
in a motel room with her own son and another boy, and she was sure they were 
going to fuck her senseless. 

She kissed Billy's mouth, sucked on his tongue. As bold as he was in 
touching her, she 

Chapter Nine 

Some of the people in the crowd murmured their approval. The redhead 
groaned. Barbara sat on a sofa, watching Clay fuck the kneeling redhead from 
behind. It was Saturday night and they were at a swinging party at Alice's 
house. While Clay fucked the redhead, other people were sucking or fucking 
or just watching the action. 

Barbara was turned on by the redhead's hanging tits. 

"You can fuck her ass if you want." "You're kidding!" "I'm not kidding-she 
likes it in the ass. But you've got to eat it first. She won't let you fuck 
her ass unless you eat it first. Isn't that right, Barbara?" Barbara 
shuddered with excitement. She pulled her mouth away from Clay's cock and 
looked up at them with her lips dripping. "That's right, lover. You eat my 
ass before you fuck it" Billy groaned. "Oh, Jesus!" Barbara chuckled and 
moved back to him. She took his cock in her mouth again. She squeezed Clay's 
balls as she sucked Billy's prick. The boy gazed down at her, watching her 
mouth, his face flushed. 

Before long, she was switching from one boy to the other, sucking one cock 
while she pumped the other with her hand. She'd seen a woman do it in a 
fuck-film once. Now here she was, doing it herself. Her mouth was wet and 
loose. Her head was filled with the taste and smell of cockmeat. The boys 
were giggling at each other, grunting and groaning as she sucked and jacked 
their pricks. 

After a while, the three of them moved to one of the beds. Billy lay on his 
back and Barbara bent over, his cock with her ass in the air. She started 
sucking his prick again, this time taking his prick all the way into her 
throat. The boy groaned as she tightened her throat muscles around his 
cockhead. 

Clay moved behind Barbara and fondled her ass. His fingers probed between 
her cuntlips, slipped inside her cunt hole to finger-fuck her while she 
sucked Billy's cock. She wiggled her ass with pleasure. Then she felt his 
cock pushing inside her cunt hole. He grabbed her asscheeks and started 
fucking her cunt while she slurped over Billy's cock. 

She rolled her ass around, intensely excited to have the boys this way, one 
cock in her mouth and the other in her pussy. She was skewered by cockmeat. 
She couldn't get enough of it. She started deep-throating Billy again and he 
kept groaning. 

Billy talked about how great she was at sucking cock. "Man, she's the best. 
What a mouth. What a fucking mouth! What are you doing? Are you fucking her 
pussy or her ass?" Clay grunted. "Her cunt." "She's not a whore, is she? I 
bet she's a whore. Man, I don't care what she is!" "Shut up!" Barbara was 
mildly amused. She didn't care what Billy thought about her. She was in 
heaven. She writhed with pleasure. She moaned around Billy's hard young 
prick. He had such a sweet-tasting cock. She was amazed that he hadn't come 
yet in her mouth. He had such control. Boys his age usually came very fast. 
His cock felt so lovely in her mouth. And Clay's cock in her cunt. She found 
a rhythm. She rocked her body, her mouth sliding back and forth on Billy's 
cock, her cunt sliding back and forth on Clay's cock. 

She heard the boys talking to each other about her. She felt so wanton. She 
loved having so much cock to pleasure her. She had a cuntful and a mouthful 
of stiff cock. She was grateful to Clay. He had done the most wonderful 
thing for her. He was so loving. She loved him so much. 

Then finally Billy couldn't hold out anymore. He started spurting cum in her 
mouth. His hot jism gushed down her throat. His cum-load seemed endless. She 
swallowed gob after gob of his cum, her lips puffing at his cock-knob, her 
fingers squeezing his balls. 

Clay started ramming her pussy and soon he was coming, too. She kept sucking 
Billy's cock. The boy had an enormous amount of jism. Clay kept his cock in 
her cunt. He gripped her ass and churned his cock in her wet pussy until she 
had an orgasm. 

After that, she pulled her mouth away from Billy's cock. She moved her lips 
down to suck his balls. Then she made him lift his legs so that she could 
suck his asshole. The boy giggled as she tongued his ass. She lapped his 
shit hole until it opened up, then fucked her tongue inside his hot ass. 

Billy went wild. "Christ! She's eating my ass!" Clay laughed. "How do you 
like it?" "It's great! But when do I fuck her?" Barbara raised her head from 
Billy's ass. "Anytime you're ready, lover." "I'm ready now." Sure enough, 
his cock was hard again. Barbara climbed over him to get his cock in her 
cunt. She called to Clay and took Clay's cock in her mouth while she bounced 
up and down on Billy's prick. 

The hell with the world, Barbara thought. She had everything she wanted. She 
only hoped it would go on forever. 

could tell he was still a little shy. Her fingers were wet from the pre-cum 
leaking out of his cock. She wanted to fuck him. She liked his slim body. 
She ran her hand over his back. She squeezed his hard little asscheeks, 
tickled his asscrack the way he had done to her. He giggled and wiggled his 
hips. 

She went down on her knees and took Billy's cock in her mouth. He was tasty. 
She liked the way he smelled. She gave his prick a lusty suck. She jiggled 
his pink balls with her fingers as she bobbed her head back and forth. He 
looked down at her face and rocked his ass as she sucked his cock. She 
rolled her tongue over his prick-knob and squeezed his ass with both hands. 

Then she pulled her mouth off Billy's cock and beckoned to Clay. He moved 
forward and she took his cock in her mouth. Clay's lovely cock. His big fat 
fucker. She bounced his balls up and down with her fingers as she sucked 
him. Keeping her mouth on Clay's cock, she reached for Billy's cock and 
slowly jacked it. 

Clay looked at Billy and snickered. "Nice, huh?" Billy kept his eyes on 
Barbara's mouth. "She's beautiful! She's got a great mouth." Great mouth and 
great pussy and great ass. 

Barbara told herself it was only natural to think about women if she thought 
about sex all the time. The redhead looked delicious, a gorgeous curvy body 
with those long tits hanging down as she knelt to get fucked by Clay. 
Barbara giggled to herself as she suddenly wished she had a cock to fuck one 
of the girls in the room. She told herself she'd had too much to drink. She 
told herself she was acting crazy. 

She thought about Clay as she watched him fuck. He seemed to enjoy this sort 
of thing. She didn't mind. She didn't feel jealous as long as they were 
together when they did it. That was something they'd learned about each 
other. Clay was happy fucking other women and she was happy fucking other 
boys, and there was never any trouble as long as they were always together. 
Alice said it was typical of swingers. She said some people couldn't take 
it, but those that could become closer to each other. 

She watched Clay's cock fucking in and out of the redhead's cunt. She 
guessed he was the youngest at the party, although she'd seen a married girl 
that didn't look more than eighteen. 

Now a slender brunette suddenly appeared in front of Barbara and knelt at 
her feet. The girl smiled and ran her hands over Barbara's legs. "Can I eat 
your pussy?" she asked. 

Barbara quivered and blushed. She hadn't done anything with anyone yet. 
Alice had warned her what it would be like at this party. The girl was 
pretty, and Barbara decided she wouldn't mind it. She nodded. She opened her 
legs to the girl. Barbara still had her dress on, but underneath she was 
wearing only a garter belt and nylons. 

The brunette pushed Barbara's dress back to expose her thighs above her 
stockings. She kissed the insides of Barbara's thighs. She pushed the dress 
farther back to expose Barbara's cunt. Barbara was turned on. She raised her 
knees and opened them. The girl made a sound of pleasure and sniffed at 
Barbara's cunt. The brunette's face showed her excitement. Her tongue came 
out. She tickled between Barbara's fat cuntlips and Barbara groaned. 

Then the girl moved in, her mouth and nose pushing against Barbara's hairy 
cunt. In a few moments Barbara's juices were flowing heavily. The girl 
sucked her pussy and rubbed her nose back and forth over her clit. She 
sucked up the juices leaking out of Barbara's cunt hole. 

Barbara shuddered as she came. The brunette kept on sucking. Barbara looked 
over at Clay and saw that he was still fucking the redhead. He was an expert 
fucker now. He could fuck a woman without coming until he wanted to come. 
Barbara was proud of him. And down here, she had this little brunette 
sucking the cream out of her cunt. She guessed the brunette loved pussy. 
Barbara didn't think she herself could ever suck a wet cunt like this 
brunette. She couldn't suck all that slime out of a pussy. 

Go on, honey, suck my cunt, Barbara thought. She quivered as the girl's nose 
rubbed her clit again. 

Clay finished fucking the redhead and he pulled his cock out of her cunt. He 
came over to sit beside Barbara. They kissed. The slender brunette was still 
sucking Barbara's pussy. Clay looked down at it and smiled. When the 
brunette saw Clay sitting there, she moved her face to his limp cock and 
took it in her mouth. Barbara thought the girl's eyes looked glazed as she 
sucked Clay's cunt-slimed prick. The brunette alternated sucking Barbara and 
Clay. Barbara loved it. She liked the idea of sharing the girl with Clay. 
Clay seemed to like it, too. He put his arm around Barbara and fondled one 
of her tits. 

"Glad you came?" he whispered. 

Barbara nodded. "It's nicer than I expected. Did you have fun with that 
redhead?" "You watched us." "You did have fun." "She's a hot piece. And what 
about this one? She's nuts about your gash." It was true. The brunette was 
having herself a time with Barbara's cunt. She obviously liked pussy better 
than cock. She spent more time with Barbara than with Clay. 

A moment later, a middle-aged man came over to stand near Barbara. He was 
completely naked, his curved cock swinging near her face. He wanted her to 
suck his prick. She lifted his prick with her fingers and took his fat 
cockhead in her mouth. He started fucking her face. She held his balls. He 
had low-hanging balls, fat eggs in a loose leathery sac. He grunted each 
time he buried his cock in her mouth. 

Clay still had his arm around her shoulders. The brunette was still down on 
her knees, sucking Barbara's pussy. The middle-aged man muttered something 
and started coming in Barbara's mouth. She took his cum-load. He spurted wad 
after wad of cock cream over her tongue and she swallowed it down. 

She wondered if it made Clay jealous to see her suck another man's cock. She 
was surprised at how much she enjoyed it. She usually didn't enjoy sex with 
older men. Maybe it was the party There was a feeling here that everyone was 
as appealing as everyone else. Barbara liked it. She liked the idea of it. 
The man she had just sucked off smiled at her, and then he turned and walked 
back into the crowd. 

The brunette's mouth had made Clay's cock hard again. Barbara said she 
wanted to see the girl fuck him. 

"Sit on his lap and ride him," she suggested. The brunette rose. Her mouth 
was wet with Barbara's cunt juice. She wiped her lips with her fingers and 
climbed over Clay's legs. She straddled his thighs and brought his cock to 
her cunt hole. In a moment, she had his prick inside her cunt. Clay groaned 
as she sat down on his cock. 

Barbara watched it. The girl was pretty. She had small tits with dark 
nipples. Barbara looked closely at where Clay's cock spread the girl's dark 
cuntlips. She always found it a turn-on to see Clay's cock penetrate another 
woman, She watched as the girl fucked up and down on Clay's hard prick. 
Barbara stroked the girl's back, then after a while she dropped her hand 
down to the girl's ass. She fondled the brunette's round asscheeks. The girl 
seemed to like it. 

Barbara's fingers slipped underneath to touch the girl's cuntlips where they 
were spread by Clay's cock. Then she moved her fingers to the girl's 
asshole. The girl shuddered. 

What a little pussycat, Barbara thought. 

She tickled the girl's asshole, then brought some cunt juice out of the 
girl's pussy and smeared it over her whole. She slipped a finger inside the 
girl's asshole. In a moment, she added another finger. She slowly 
finger-fucked the girl's ass as the girl bounced up and down on Clay's cock. 
The girl obviously loved it. Barbara bent her head to look at the brunette's 
stretched asshole and cock-stuffed pussy. She twisted her fingers around, 
fucking them in and out of the girl's ass. Barbara liked it. She was amused 
at how much she liked it. She liked fucking the girl with her fingers. 

Barbara thought of how much her life with Clay had changed. It was only 
about six months since they'd started fucking. Everything was different now. 
Here they were, sitting side by side, a girl riding Clay's cock while 
Barbara fucked the girl's ass with her fingers. Nothing is impossible, 
Barbara thought. Six months ago, she would never have dreamed she'd be doing 
this. 

Later in the evening. Barbara found herself on a bed with an athletic stud 
named Felix. She had her clothes off now. She knelt on the bed while Felix 
fucked her cunt from behind. He was good. She liked the way his balls kept 
slapping at her clit. Clay was there also. He was standing near the bed, 
slowly jacking his cock as he watched them. Barbara called him over and took 
his prick in her mouth. She sucked Clay while Felix continued fucking her. 

She loved making it with two cocks. She and Clay had fucked with other boys 
after that first time with the boy Clay had found in the bowling alley. 
Felix, of course, was a man and not a boy. He was very strong. Barbara 
wondered if she was getting over her obsession with boys. 

Clay's balls were swollen. If she took his cumload now, this would be his 
third climax for the evening. She guessed he might go one more. Then 
tomorrow he'd sleep all day like an exhausted bull. With his cock still in 
her mouth, she looked up at his face and found his eyes on her. He smiled 
and caressed her face. 

In the meantime, Felix was still going strong. He maintained an even rhythm, 
his cock fucking in and out of Barbara's cunt like a greased piston. He was 
certainly a strong fucker. He had a short hairy body and he fucked like a 
bull. Barbara loved it. She loved the way his big hands squeezed her hips. 
Reaching underneath her belly, she toyed with his heavy swinging balls. 
Everything swinging, she thought with a giggle. Her tits were swinging like 
melons, bouncing each time Felix rammed his prick into her cunt. 

His cock felt marvelous in her pussy. She had seen so many cocks tonight. 
Cocks and pussies. No one cared about modesty. Some of the women seemed to 
get off on showing their cunts to everyone. She remembered that Felix had a 
short thick cock and lots of dark hair around his balls. His prick certainly 
felt good fucking in and out of her pussy. 

And Clay's cock felt marvelous in her mouth. She quivered as she remembered 
his prick had already been inside the cunts of two different women. She 
tried to remember if he'd washed. Then she told herself she was being too 
finicky. It was stupid to be finicky at a party like this. Not at a party 
where people were sucking and fucking all over the house. 

Using her finger, she reached under Clay's balls to tickle his asshole. Then 
she pushed her ringer inside. She knew how much he liked it when she sucked 
his prick. He had such a gorgeous whole. She loved licking and sucking it. 
She felt so close to him, finger-fucking his asshole, sucking his cock while 
a stranger fucked her cunt. 

After a while, Felix pulled out. He rubbed Barbara's wet cunt with the flat 
of his hand. He told Clay they could both fuck Barbara at the same time. 
"Provided the lady approves." Of course Barbara approved. She was dying to 
have it. She wondered if Felix knew that Clay was her son. Probably not. No 
one at the party asked any questions. People weren't here to ask questions. 
They were here to suck and fuck. Still, there was some physical resemblance 
between her and Clay. Maybe some people had guessed about them. Barbara 
didn't care. At a party like this, it was stupid to care what people 
thought. 

They started arranging themselves for the fuck. 

Felix said he'd like to fuck Barbara's ass. Clay stretched out on his back. 
He would get Barbara's cunt. Barbara thought Clay's balls looked so swollen. 
She glanced at Felix's cock again. He did have a short prick, but it looked 
thick enough to give her asshole a decent stretching. Thickness was always 
more important for her than length. A long cock was nice to play with, but a 
thick one was better for fucking. 

She climbed over Clay and pulled his cock toward her cunt hole. She smiled 
down at him as she grabbed his cockhead with her cuntlips. 

"Hello, lover!" she said. 

Clay grinned. "Hello, yourself." She sat down, shuddering with pleasure at 
the feel of her son's familiar cock filling her cunt. 

Felix found some KY and used it to lubricate Barbara's ass. He obviously 
knew what he was doing. That was one advantage that a man had over a boy. 
She groaned as he stretched her asshole with his fingers. With Clay's cock 
in her cunt, her asshole was tighter than ever. 

"How is it?" Felix said. 

Barbara groaned. "It's all right. You can stick it in whenever you want."
 "You've got a sensational ass. A real turn on!" Okay, hurry up and fuck it, 
Barbara thought. This would be the first time she'd ever been double-fucked. 
Whenever she and Clay had made it with another boy, they'd never got around 
to doing this. Now she would have it. One cock in her ass and one cock in 
her cunt. 

She felt Felix's prick-knob pushing at her asshole. She did her best to open 
up. The fit was tight because of Clay's cock in her cunt, but she was 
determined to go on with it. Less than an hour ago, she'd seen a woman 
double-fucked in the living room. Fucked by two cocks and as happy as a 
lark. Felix continued pushing and finally she had him. She had Clay's cock 
in her cunt and Felix's cock in her ass. It was heaven. 

They found a rhythm, the three of them moving together, the two cocks 
fucking in tandem in and out of her ass and cunt. Felix gripped her hips. 
Clay squeezed her tits. It was glorious! Barbara felt so stuffed with cock, 
there was nothing she could compare it to. 

A woman walked into the room while it was going on, a tall blonde woman 
wearing nothing but high-heeled sandals. She had long tits and a blonde 
thatch between her legs. She started talking. Barbara learned her name was 
Paula and that she was Felix's wife. 

"Is he any good?" Paula said with a laugh. "He's always better at these 
parties than at home." Felix muttered something and Paula laughed again. 
Barbara was amused. She didn't care what they talked about-as long as Felix 
kept fucking her. 

Paula remained near the bed. She sipped her drink and watched the 
double-fuck. Barbara was too carded away to care about the presence of the 
other woman. 

Then Paula put her drink down and started playing with Barbara's tits. Clay 
moved his hands away. Paula pulled at one of Barbara's tits, squeezing and 
twisting the nipple with a woman's knowledge of what could give Barbara 
pleasure. 

Barbara groaned. She loved the feel of Paula's hands on her tits while the 
two men fucked her cunt and ass. Paula's face came down and they kissed. A 
warm kiss. Barbara moaned against Paula's lips. 

Finally, Barbara slid a hand between Paula's legs. First she fondled the 
blonde's lush ass. Then her fingers found Paula's wet cunt gash. She played 
with the blonde's crotch, tickled her ass and cunt hole and clit until Paula 
started squirming on Barbara's hand. Barbara was amused when she discovered 
Paula had a loose asshole. Felix's doing, of course. Or a thousand other 
men. Paula's asshole was as soft and buttery as the mouth of a cunt. 

Felix finally shot off in Barbara's ass. He grunted loudly as he spurted his 
cum-load in her ass guts. Barbara quivered as she took the dim enema. But no 
one ever came as much in her ass as Clay. It was Clay's cock that always did 
the best for her. 

Clay hadn't come yet. After Felix pulled his prick out of her ass, Barbara 
climbed off Clay and said she wanted to see him fuck Paula's ass. "If she 
wants it." Paula looked down at Clay's big cock and smiled. "It's all mine. 

She climbed over Clay. She straddled him, kneeling over him, her ass poised 
over his cock. She guided his cock in, herself. Barbara was fascinated. 
Paula had such a loose asshole. Clay's big cock slipped inside, and then 
Paula simply sat down and took all of his cocklance up her ass. 

The blonde closed her eyes and groaned. "God, what a lovely prick!" Barbara 
stood beside Felix and watched the ass-fuck. It was Paula who did the 
fucking, rocking her body, sliding her asshole up and down on Clay's prick. 

Felix chuckled. He put his arm around Barbara and squeezed her ass. She 
leaned against him and curled her fingers under his big balls. 

Clay finally came in Paula's ass. The blonde tossed around as she took his 
cum-load up her shitter. Paula was a very wild fuck, and it turned Barbara 
on to watch the woman in action. When at last Paula climbed off Clay, 
Barbara went to her and whispered in her ear. Paula looked surprised. Then 
she blushed and smiled and turned to kneel on the bed. 

Barbara went down on Paula's ass. It was the craziest thing she had ever 
done in her life, but she wanted to do it and she did it. 

She sucked Clay's jism out of Paula's stretched asshole. Sucked her son's 
hot cum out of the ass of a strange woman. But it was good. It was so good! 

Chapter Ten 

"Well, the sun's coming out again," Cheryl Dyson said. 

They were sitting side by side at the resort pool, each woman in a lounge 
chair. They wore bikinis, and they were drinking daiquiris. Barbara was 
amused because their bikinis were almost identical. They were also almost 
the same age and they both had teenaged sons. At that moment, Clay was on 
the tennis court with Cheryl's son Brad. 

For the past twenty minutes, the two women had been talking about the 
problems they'd had raising their sons. Like Barbara, Cheryl had divorced 
her husband when her son was an infant. 

Barbara liked Cheryl. The redhead was an attractive woman with big tits and 
a cynical attitude towards life. She seemed to be a woman who knew the 
score. 

Barbara was happy she'd found a woman at the resort congenial enough to talk 
to. She and Clay had come up here for the sports and fishing, things that 
Clay liked to do. Now at least she had Cheryl to keep her company. 

She's like strawberries, Barbara thought. 

She was intrigued by Cheryl's body. The redhead's fat nipples showed through 
the material of her bikini top. She had wide hips and nice legs. Her face 
was a bit hard looking, but Barbara found that attractive. 

Then Barbara chided herself. Cheryl was another woman with a teenaged son. 
It was silly to start thinking about her as anything clue. She and Clay had 
to be careful here at the resort. She didn't want any trouble with other 
people. 

They continued chaffing about their lives. Cheryl pointed out that the boys 
were very much alike. "And so are we." 

Barbara nodded. "Yes, I guess so. We're drinking the same drink and almost 
wearing the same bikini. When I bought this one, I thought I wouldn't find 
anyone else wearing it." "I don't mean like that. I mean we're more alike in 
other ways." "Like what?" "I don't know if I should tell you." Barbara 
looked at her and. chuckled. "Now you're teasing me." Cheryl smirked. "Not 
really. Anyway, I'm taking a chance talking about it, but I think I'm 
right." Barbara showed her exasperation. "If you're not talking, I'm going 
into the water." "You make it with Clay, don't you?" Barbara was stunned. 
She remembered how Alice had guessed almost a year ago. But this wasn't 
Alice, this was a relative stranger. It couldn't be that obvious. She had to 
play dumb. 

"Make it? Make what? We make dinner together sometimes, because I'm a lousy 
cook." Cheryl smiled. "Listen, I wouldn't say anything like that just off 
the top of my head. It's true, isn't it? I know it's true because that's the 
way it is with me and Brad. Do you understand me now?" Barbara looked away. 
"I don't know what to say." "Just say whatever you want." "It's upsetting. I 
mean it's terrible that it's so obvious." Cheryl chuckled. "Honey, it's 
obvious tome only because I'm doing the same thing. No one else sees it. 
Believe me, they don't." Cheryl continued to reassure her, and Barbara 
gradually relaxed. How astonishing it was to meet another woman in the same 
situation! Once again, Barbara found it remarkable how much the two of them 
had in common. The two boys had become friendly with each other and they 
were spending more and more time together. 

Cheryl continued talking, continued making Barbara feel comfortable about 
her knowledge of things. Their secret knowledge. Barbara now knew about 
Cheryl and Brad. 

Cheryl talked freely about her problems, about how for years she'd been 
terrified people would find out. 

Barbara told herself at least she wasn't the only woman in the world who was 
fucking her own son. Alice had assured her there were others, but this was 
the first time she'd ever met one. It was nice to have company. 

Barbara and Cheryl continued talking about it. Now they had a new intimacy 
between them. Before long, Cheryl revealed that she and Brad had often made 
it with other people in group fucks. 

"Us, too," Barbara said. "Really?" "That's right." Cheryl smiled. "Now, 
isn't that ducky?" So there it was. After that it didn't take long. A few 
days later, the four of them were together at dinner, and it was understood 
that afterward they would have their little party. 

Barbara was excited at the prospect. First was the fact that both Brad and 
his mother turned her on, and second was the idea that here was another 
couple just like her and Clay. Both boys were eighteen. The four of them had 
so much in common. 

She and Clay hadn't had a good party in some time. Barbara was afraid to 
have any parties of her own. She had to depend on Alice, and Alice wasn't 
always available. Barbara hadn't expected anything like this to happen at 
the resort, and the surprise was welcome. 

Barbara looked at Brad now. She thought about fucking him. When their eyes 
met, she could tell he was thinking the same thing about her. How amusing it 
was. Her pussy was already wet. She was still as horny as ever when she 
faced a new sexual encounter. 

Brad was cute. At eighteen, they were all adorable. And she also looked 
forward to getting close to Cheryl. She found the redhead appealing and 
sexy. Very sexy. Cheryl's tits turned her on. She wondered what Cheryl liked 
in bed. She wondered what Cheryl did with Brad when they were together. She 
couldn't wait for the dinner to end. 

Patience, Barbara, thought. Have a little patience. 

Finally, an hour later, they were all back at the resort in the Dyson cabin. 

The four of them danced to the radio, not paired off, just groaning to the 
music together. As Barbara had suspected, Cheryl was a very hot chick. Or 
maybe the redhead had too much to drink. They'd been drinking whiskey sours, 
and Barbara was feeling the liquor now. 

It was Cheryl who started things. After a while, she untied her halter-top 
and bared her tits. Her big pink-nippled tits, bounced around as she 
continued dancing. 

Barbara was turned on. What gorgeous tits the redhead had! Big hangers, the 
nipples sticking out and just begging to be sucked. Barbara could tell that 
Cheryl was a true redhead. She had the coloring, the sprinkling of freckles 
on her chest. 

Then Brad moved towards his mother to dance with her. Instead of taking her 
arms, he took hold of her big tits. He lifted his mother's tits in his hands 
as they danced to the music. Barbara thought it was the most erotic sight 
she'd ever seen. 

But the dancing didn't last too long. Cheryl suddenly dropped down to her 
knees and fiddled with her son's fly. In a moment, she had his cock out. She 
jerked his prick with her fingers. She licked his cock-knob, then took it in 
her mouth to suck on it. She sucked lustily on Brad's prick while Barbara 
and Clay watched them. 

Barbara's excitement was intense. She moved closer to Clay, and he slipped 
his arm around her waist. She couldn't wait to play with Cheryl's big tits. 
And maybe Cheryl would play with hers. Barbara suspected Cheryl would be as 
hot with another woman, as she was with her son. 

Now Cheryl dropped Brad's cock out of her mouth and looked at Clay and 
Barbara. 

The redhead smiled at them. "I want some of his, too." She beckoned to Clay, 
and he grinned and moved towards her. She quickly had his fly open, his cock 
dangling out of his pants. She fussed over him. She made a mewling sound as 
she sucked his fat prick-knob inside her mouth. 

Brad's cock was still out of his pants. Barbara saw that Clay had a bigger 
prick. Barbara moved to Brad and took his cock in her hand. 

"I've been waiting for days to do this," Barbara said. 

Brad smiled at her. "Me, too." She fondled his cock. Then she wanted his 
balls out his ball-bag. His hand moved around to stroke her ass. 

"You're a knock-out," he rasped. 

"Your mother is, too." "Yeah, I guess she is" Suddenly Cheryl finished 
blowing Clay, and she said it was Barbara's turn to get sucked. "Unless 
you're bashful. If you're bashful, I won't do it." Barbara blushed, "I'm not 
bashful." She raised her skirt. She had a bare pussy, nothing under the 
skirt but her nylons and garter belt. 

Cheryl giggled. She knelt in front of Barbara and pushed her face against 
Barbara's cunt bush. Barbara groaned and opened her legs. Having the two 
boys watch it made it even more exciting. Cheryl pressed her face between 

Barbara's thighs to suck her cunt. The redhead's tongue twirled and 
fluttered and probed between Barbara's cuntlips. Barbara's cunt juice 
dripped out on Cheryl's face, and the redhead seemed to love it. 

"Oh God, do me!" Barbara urged. "Suck my pussy!" She humped against Cheryl's 
mouth. The redhead made sounds of approval, slurping at Barbara's cunt 
juices, her hands squeezing Barbara's bare ass. 

After that, Cheryl rose and quickly stripped the rest of her clothes off. 
She had a big ass, a perfect match for her tits. Her cunt bush was as red as 
the hair on the top of her head. She hefted her tits in her hands and moved 
towards Clay. 

"I want this one to fuck me," the redhead said. 

Clay grinned as he peeled his clothes off. When he was naked, Cheryl cooed 
at him as she fondled his cock and balls. Then she turned and bent over an 
easy chair to offer her cunt. Her pink cuntlips protruded at least an inch 
from her pussy slit. Clay moved to her. He fondled her ass. He spread her 
cuntlips with his fingers. 

He fucked his cock inside her cunt with a single smooth thrust of his ass. 

Brad helped Barbara undress as they watched the others. He kissed her tits 
when her bra same off. Then be peeled his own clothes off, and they were 
naked together. They watched his mother and Clay. Barbara fondled Brad's 
cock and balls. His balls were swollen, drawn up against the base of his 
cockshaft. She had a sudden urge to have his cock in her pussy. She moved to 
the other easy chair and bent over it, assuming the same position that 
Cheryl had taken. Brad moved behind her and fucked his cock inside her wet 
cunt. The two boys could see each other as they fucked each other's mother. 

Barbara heard Brad say something to Clay, but she couldn't make it out. She 
was hot, extremely excited by what was going on. She could feel the pussy 
juice dripping down her legs. She reached underneath to hold Brad's balls 
while he fucked her pussy. She looked over at Cheryl, watched the redhead's 
tits swinging as Clay fucked her. 

Both boys pulled out before they came. They stood there with their cocks 
dripping, stiff and swollen and twitching with need. 

Barbara said she wanted them both. "I want one in each hole. You don't mind, 
do you, Cheryl?" 

They all went to the bedroom. Barbara heard Clay giggle as Cheryl played 
around with his ass. 

"I get to suck him off before the evening is through," Cheryl said. 

Barbara said she wanted Brad's cock in her ass. She pressed against him, 
fingering his prick, looking down at it as she stroked it. He slipped his 
arm around her waist and hugged her. Then he dropped his hand to her ass and 
snaked his fingers inside her asscrack to touch her asshole. Barbara 
quivered. She liked this boy. She wanted his jism gushing in her shit-tube. 

Before long, Clay stretched out on the bed and Barbara mounted him. They 
were used to having her double-fucked now. Clay always took her pussy when 
they were with someone new. He did it for Barbara. He knew how much she 
liked a new cock in her ass. 

After Barbara had Clay's cock in her cunt, Brad climbed onto the bed behind 
her. Cheryl handed her son a tube of KY and Brad quickly greased Barbara's 
asshole. A moment later, Barbara groaned as Brad fucked his cock inside her 
shitter. 

As always, Barbara loved it. She adored taking two cocks at once. Brad's 
long thin cock was ideal for ass-fucking. She could feel his fucker all the 
way up her shit-tube. She wondered if 

Cheryl took his cock in her ass. Then he told herself that of course, Cheryl 
takes his cock in her ass. She'd be crazy if she didn't. 

They gave Barbara a long lovely fuck, and then finally both boys came almost 
at the same time and Barbara churned around on their cocks until she got 
off. Cheryl was there too, kissing Barbara, playing with her tits, stroking 
her ass. 

When Barbara pulled away from the boys, Cheryl was immediately all over her. 
Barbara welcomed the other woman's caresses. She giggled as Cheryl made her 
kneel on the bed with her ass in the air. Then she groaned as she felt 
Cheryl's face pressed against her asscrack. The redhead ate Barbara's 
well-fucked ass, sucking her son's jism out of Barbara's whole. 

The boys left the bed to make room for the two women. Barbara looked at them 
and saw them sitting side by side on the other bed, watching them. 

Before long, Barbara found herself under Cheryl. She had the redhead's cunt 
on her mouth while Cheryl sucked her pussy. Cheryl's pussy juices dripped 
onto Barbara's tongue. She liked it. The taste of warm cunt juice in her 
mouth turned her on. She wanted more. She let herself go in Cheryl's crotch. 
The redhead giggled and shifted a bit to get her ass on 

Barbara's face. Barbara wanted that, too. She stuck her tongue inside 
Cheryl's asshole. She sucked at the redhead's asshole as Cheryl moaned and 
wiggled her ass. 

Later, the four of them were on the rug in the other room, in a crowded 
daisy chain. 

Barbara had Brad's cock in her mouth. 

Brad was sucking his mother's cunt. 

Cheryl was sucking Clay's cock. 

Clay was sucking Barbara's ass. 

Barbara was happy. 

She looked forward to years and years with Clay. She told himself life could 
be good to a woman when she knew what she wanted. 


End
