Mother's Eager Son
[aka 'Jeff And Mom' or 'Family Fun']
by Roger Grey
(FR-204)


FOREWORD 

While it is important that there is sympathy, love and understanding between 
a mother and son, it is equally important that there is no sexual contact. 

When such desires took place, it is essential that the parent curb them 
quickly. Otherwise, serious problems can develop, causing no end of 
frustration and concern. 

The woman around whom our story revolves became obsessed with her husband 
engaging in oral copulation with her. When her husband belligerently 
refused, she was suddenly brought face to face with her own son, who was 
willing. 

Instead of resisting the forbidden temptation of incestuous love, she 
succumbed, and in so doing betrayed the high moral values that motherhood 
should represent. 

She became a sexual burden for her son-for he was forced to fill her sexual 
cravings at the cost of his own normal youthful sexual curiosity. With a 
mother so conveniently available, he failed to make the necessary sexual 
contacts with girls in high school, with whom he could have shared the 
natural social-sexual development required to achieve maturity. 

But this didn't bother his mother. For she was sexually obsessed and cared 
about one thing, and one thing only-her own carnal needs. 

This tortured her when she'd allow a "flash" of truth to seep through to her 
consciousness. But, she'd quickly brush the conscience pangs aside, and go 
on her headstrong, lusty way, little caring how she was destroying her own 
son. 

Finally, it reached the point where she was so difficult to deal with that 
he listened to his father-who argued he should have sex with a "woman of the 
world", who in reality was a cheap hustler he'd made it with quite a few 
times himself. 

When his mother got wind of this strangely developing love tryst, she 
determined she'd stop at nothing to end it. And that was when tragedy struck 
in Jeff's life, giving him an experience he could never forget as long as he 
lived. 

-The Publisher 

 CHAPTER ONE 

Ann Harrington looked at her husband Ted with disgust. As she lay there 
naked, with the moonlight falling over her body she kept pushing him down 
toward her vagina. 

"I don't want to," Ted complained. 

"You're no damned good as a lover," she exclaimed angrily. "I hate you." 

It really burned Ted up. He decided he would give his wife a good old 
fucking in the traditional way. But as he straddled her, and prepared to 
thrust his penis into her his wife tightened her legs making it next to 
impossible for him to ram it into her. 

"What the hell are you trying to do?" he demanded angrily. "I'm trying to 
give you a fuck and you're fucking me." 

"Well good enough for you," Ann said, pinching his ass-cheeks angrily. "If 
you won't give me what I want, why should I give you what you want?" 

That really burned him up. 

"I've got my rights," he reminded her. 

"Tell it to the judge," she laughed. 

"Well I'm not going to eat your pussy," he said, "no matter how much you 
insist. It just isn't sanitary." 

"What on earth do you mean?" she said. "The pussy is cleaner than the mouth. 
Why my girlfriend, Betty gets her husband to go down on her all the time." 

"Well that husband of hers would do a thing like that," Ted complained. 

There was no doubt about it, the two of them were not getting along very 
well. Ted rolled over, and was angry. He began quietly pumping his meat. 

"You shouldn't do that," she warned him. "Bad boy." 

Now Ted was furious. 

"I've got a notion to fuck you like you've never been fucked before," he 
told her tightly. "Do you hear me?" 

"Can't hear a word you're saying," she teased. 

Ted became so outraged that he paid no attention to his wife at all. 
Instead, he got out of bed, took off his pajamas and began dressing. 

"Where are you going?" she demanded. 

"None of your damn business," he told her flatly. 

"You're not going to leave me," she said, "You can't leave me. You're my 
husband." 

"Don't remind me," he said angrily. "I've been trying to forget that for a 
long time." 

"Oh you make me furious," she said nervously, "Talking to me like that. 
You'll have me going to a head shrinker." 

"Well I wish you would," he said. "And ask him while you're there why I have 
to eat your pussy?" 

He didn't say another word, as he slammed the door and stalked out of the 
house. Meantime, young Jeff heard the disturbance in his parent's bedroom. 
It bothered him to have them talking like that. Jeff always slept in the 
nude, but this didn't stop him from barging downstairs. He was sure it was 
an emergency. When he walked into the bedroom, his mother looked at him. 

"What are you doing there bare-assed?" she demanded, "Coming down here 
bare-ass naked?" 

"Well what's it to you, Mom?" he said, "I came down here because I was 
worried about you." 

"Well, go back to bed darling," she said. "I'm all right." 

"No you're not," he told her. "You and Dad had one hell of a big fight. I 
heard you." 

"Dear, you shouldn't eavesdrop," she said.. 

"Well I couldn't help it," he said. "You were talking so loud. Doesn't Daddy 
take care of you?" 

She looked at him, and as she saw his huge penis dangling between his legs, 
a sudden urge to have him seized her. 

"What is it Mom?" he said. "Why do you and Dad fight so much?" 

"Well it's a very intimate matter, dear," she said. "It isn't something that 
people discuss." 

"You can trust me Mom," he told her. "I wouldn't tell nobody." 

"It isn't that dear," she told him. "It's just that I'm afraid to tell you 
or anybody." 

"Go ahead," he begged her, "I must know." 

That did it. His insistence triggered her response. 

"All right," she finally said. "I will tell you. When it comes to sex, 
married couples get bored. And your mother and father are like anybody 
else." 

He was still listening, as he sat on the edge of the bed. 

"Go on, Mom," he said. "What got you both so uptight tonight?" 

"Well if you must know, honey," she said, "your father isn't much of a 
lover. He bores me." 

"Why does he bore you ? " he asked blankly. "I'll tell you why," she told 
him. "He bores me because he does the same old thing. I need a little 
variety. Instead of giving me that variety, he just keeps doing the same old 
thing." 

"Well what do you want him to do, Mom?" Jeff asked innocently. 

"How much do you know about sex, dear?" she smiled at him. 

"Well, if you mean have I balled any chicks?" he smiled proudly, "the answer 
is yes." 

"Well maybe I can speak bluntly," she told him. "I'm talking about going 
down." 

"Oh, you mean pussy eating and blowjobs?" he smiled. 

"You know all about that?" she said nervously. 

"Oh sure I do," he said. "What do you think all of the kids are doing?" 

"Tell me about it," she said curiously, glancing down again at his now rigid 
penis. 

"Well," he said, "When you go to a movie or something it's the perfect thing 
to do. You see you need one person who is the lookout. When a guy is going 
down on a chick and eating her pussy, the chick can give him the warning 
signal." 

"Well, that does make it convenient," she admitted. 

"You bet it does," he assured her. 

As they continued talking, she glanced at his penis again. 

"Did you enjoy the blowjob the girls at school gave you?" she asked, as if 
it were a perfectly natural thing to do. 

"Sure I did," he told her. "Why wouldn't I?" 

"Yes," she laughed. "Why wouldn't you?" 

"Your father, just isn't a sensuous man," she said, "You must have inherited 
your capacity for sexual pleasure from your mother." 

"You know, Mom," he said. "A couple of gals at school say I'm the best pussy 
eater that they ever had." 

"Well, honey," she smiled, "It's just a shame that your father doesn't share 
your enthusiasm for that type of thing." 

"Forget him," he said. "How about you and me getting together?" 

"Now, dear," she said, "you're talking silly. You better put some clothes 
on. I think it's making you horny, just sitting here naked and me looking at 
you." 

"I know it is," he told her. 

"Well then, dear, do something about it," she said. "Cover up." 

Reaching down, she threw a piece of the bedspread over his genitals. But as 
she did so, she felt that long, hard cock. And when she felt it, she became 
instantly turned on with it. 

"Oh that is a monster," she said. "How long is it?" 

"Plenty long," he assured her. 

The whole idea was appealing to her now more than ever. Now he reached out 
and gripped her hand and held it over his bare penis. 

"Oh, honey," she said, "I can't do anything about that." 

"If you would just pull it off for me, Mom," he begged her, "I sure would 
like that." 

She realized, that he was asking her something that she should never 
consider. Yet, there was something so appealing about the request that she 
found herself weighing it in her mind. And it was the fact that she didn't 
instantly dismiss it that trapped her. 

"Doesn't it feel good?" he coaxed. 

She did find it was a pleasure fondling him. 

"You know it does feel good to touch you," she said. "You're so different 
than your father. He's such a mean bastard that half the time I don't feel 
like fucking with him, but I would enjoy killing him. Of course I don't 
really mean that dear, as I'm terribly attracted to your father. But he can 
be difficult." 

"I know he can," he told her. "But you've got to understand him." 

"Understand him my ass," she said angrily. "Why should I? He's been about as 
difficult and impossible as he knows how to be. At times, I think I should 
divorce him. It would be good enough for him." 

"Mom," he told her, "Let me tell you something. You and Dad are just like 
any other married people. After a while it begins to get monotonous. That's 
the time, that you need someone else." 

"Like who?" she asked him. "Like me," he laughed. 

"Honey," she said, "do you realize what people think of parents who have sex 
with their children?" 

"What do they think?" he asked curiously. 

"Well, I'll tell you," she said. "They think they are the lowest creeping 
humanity. I mean it." 

"You've got to be kidding," he said. "Just because they want to make love, 
they're considered trash." 

"I'm sorry dear," she said, "But that's the way it is. It's one of society's 
major taboos." 

He paid little attention to the taboo. And he instantly, lowered his face to 
her crotch. 

"Oh, Jeff," she gasped excitedly, "you mustn't do that." 

Part of her wanted him to continue and another part wanted him to stop. It 
was a tug of war, between her emotions, and her reasoning. At this moment, 
the emotions were winning out in the battle. 

"Ohhh, baby," she groaned in delight as she felt his hot, slippery tongue 
sliding into her velvety vagina. He gripped her ass-cheeks and held on. 

"Oh, love me," she begged him. "Love me! Eat my pussy. Oh I've wanted this 
for so long. Yesss, do me." 

The super pleasure that he was deriving now was almost more than he could 
bear. 

"Come on, baby," he told her, "that's what I like. Come on, do it." 

The sensational enjoyment, that he was deriving at this moment was almost 
more than he could stand. 

"Suck my pussy," she said. "Eat it." 

The hot tongue stabbed away. It wasn't going to be much longer before he 
juiced. This was the moment of truth. This was what she wanted in the worst 
way. As the hot tongue continued lashing away, she reached down and guided 
his head. She ran her fingers through his hair. 

"Love me, Jeff baby," she begged. "Love me. Yesss, that's what I need. 
That's what I want." 

The hot pumping tongue action continued. Every moment she was becoming more 
and more stimulated and excited for it. 

"Yes, baby," she groaned in delight. "YES. Keep that going. That's what I 
want. Yes, love me." 

Jeff wasn't stopping for anything now. He knew just how to nibble on the 
clit and bring a woman to a quick climax. 

As his hot tongue stabbed away, he suddenly bore down with his teeth. 

"Oh, I'm juicing baby," she gasped. "I'm juicing. You brought me there, 
honey." 

Jeff was proud and delighted that he could achieve what his father couldn't 
He wasn't ashamed of what he had done. He knew he loved her, and he also 
knew he was turned on with her. Why shouldn't he be? She had a beautiful 
body and was only thirty-five-years-old. 

"Oh, eat my juicy pussy," she begged. 

By the time he pulled his tongue out of her, her hot hand was playing with 
his balls. 

"I like the ball action, Mom," he told her, "You sure know how to give me a 
good time." 

"Jeff," she said, "I've never been so excited before in my life. No wonder 
my girlfriend--likes it when her husband does it." 

"Oh, Mom baby," he smiled, "it was beautiful. I liked tasting you. It was 
delicious. Dad is a crazy guy not to want to love you!" 

"Don't worry about him, darling," she said. "Now I've got to go down on you. 
It's only fair that I give you some exchange for what you've given me." 

She meant business, because she was eager to satisfy him. She let her hot 
tongue lick the crown of his penis. He became more and more excited every 
second. 

"Yes baby," she panted, "that's what I want. Oh, yes, that's what I want you 
to do." 

Instantly, her tongue began licking up and down the sides of his cockshaft. 

"What a big cock you've got, honey," she said. "Why you're a man already, 
Jeff." 

Nibbling and licking and sucking on Jeff's big penis was the type of action 
she loved. 

"Ohhh, this is beautiful," he said. "You sure know how to love it Mom." 

He was becoming more and more excited every moment, for she was capturing 
his imagination with the suction she was building up in her mouth. 

"Oh, that's what I want," he told her. "Yess, that's what I want." 

He gripped her head, and held her down over it. He enjoyed the sensation of 
forcing her farther down over his penis shaft. Then he rammed it to the back 
of her throat. 

"Come on," he told her. "That's what I like. Yes, now you're doing it. All 
the way, honey." 

The rock-hard cock stabbed in there savagely. Every moment he was becoming 
more and more excited. 

"Beautiful, baby," he told her. "That's what I like. Come on, eat me." 

The hot juice was almost ready to shoot now. He could hardly stand it. 

"Suck it," he told her, "Suck it, baby. That's beautiful. Oh yes, I like 
that, baby." 

The tremendous pleasure that he was feeling at this moment was building. 

"Sweetheart," he smiled, "you love me ... Oh, honey, finger my ass-hole." 

His mother parted his ass-cheeks and slid a swift finger up his anal area. 
He loved the feeling of her finger sliding up his tight, puckered-up 
ass-hole. 

Now he was thrusting forward and she was mouthing him more. 

"Yes," he groaned in delight. "That's what I want. Now you're doing it. All 
the way, honey." 

She was free to do with him what she wanted. And she let her hands wander 
around his ass-cheeks. Pulling out of him, she enjoyed just grasping his 
firm round behind. She knew she could bring him there soon. 

"Yes," he told her. "That's what I want. Oh WOW!" 

It wasn't going to be much longer now and he knew it. He could hardly wait 
for that moment of climax. Suddenly, the pleasure was almost more than he 
could stand. 

"Eat my cock," he told her. "Yes, eat it. Get the juice, Mom." 

She nibbled around the head of it and built up more suction. And then she 
felt him creaming. As the thick white juice spurted into her mouth she 
swallowed. 

"Swallow sperm," he told her. "Swallow it!" 

Indeed she wanted to. It was a delicious taste treat to her, one she would 
not soon forget. When she had finished devouring him, she slipped off and 
looked at her young son. 

"Jeff," she said, "You were delicious. I've tasted your father, and his 
stuff is no good." 

"What do you mean, Mom?" he asked. 

"Well it isn't thick," she said. "And it isn't creamy like yours." 

"I guess I'm a lot better than him at it," he nodded proudly. 

"Yes, darling, you are," she said. 

But she wasn't through with him. She couldn't help thinking of all the other 
delightful things that they could do. 

"Honey," she said, "I know so many things that you would enjoy doing. Did 
you ever have a girl at school, use that string thing?" 

"I don't know what you're talking about," Jeff told her flatly. 

"Well, dear," she explained, "there is a marvelous way to make it. You just 
take a long piece of string, and then you put some knots in it. Then you 
cram that piece of string up the guy's ass-hole who's fucking you. And as 
he's pumping in his meat, you slip the string out. When the knot comes 
across his tight anal ring, he gets a big charge out of it." 

"I'd like to try that," he said. "But we better go back to my bedroom. If 
Dad came home, and caught the two of us fucking here he'd kill both of us." 

"That's so true," she said. "We must be careful. I know that he would have a 
fit." 

He decided that that would be the only sensible thing to do. And together 
they went up to young Jeff's bedroom. 

"Oh, I forgot the piece of string," she said. . She left him a moment and 
returned. Sitting on the edge of the bed, he was amused as his Mother made 
small knots in the long piece of string. 

When it was completed, she grinned. 

"Well I guess we're ready, dear," she said. "I'll just get on the bed and 
spread out. Going to enjoy it honey?" 

"I know Twill," he assured her. 

She got on the bed and spread her legs. And then the action took place. 

"Now, sweetheart," he smiled at her, "Let's see what the score is." 

Straddling her, he began giving her some action. 

"Now baby let me guide you in," she said, grasping his penis. It was quite 
obvious to him, that his mother loved to fondle him. She toyed with his nuts 
a moment, and then she gripped his penis and guided him. 

"Fuck me," she begged. 

The cock slid in smoothly. Now she was gripping it tightly. 

"That's what J want," she told him. "Yes, baby, fuck it." 

The rock-hard cock stabbed in there. He was becoming more and more excited 
every moment. At the same moment, he felt her fingers prying his tight, 
puckered ass-hole apart. She was slipping in the knotted up piece of string. 
It felt good to him, to have her playing around his private parts. 

"Oh, honey," she said, "You've got such a nice ass-hole." 

"Glad you like it, Mom," he laughed. 

Now he was ramming it to her. The fingers playing around his anal area had 
excited him to no end. 

"Fuck me good, son," she begged. "That's what I like. Yes, dear, fuck me." 

Driving it in there with a savage force, he began giving her action such as 
she had never had before. 

"Oh I love that," she panted. "Yes, baby. That's the way to do it. Come on, 
honey, fuck it." 

Faster and faster he thrust into her. Every pleasure that he could imagine 
was there. 

"Beautiful," he told her. "That's the way I like it. Now you're doing it. 
All the way, lover." 

The super sensational excitement was continuing. Every thrust thrilled him 
more. 

"Come on, honey," he told her. "That's what I want. Twist your tail for me." 

Ann ground her hips around. And her young son Jeff went on plowing his penis 
into her pussy. He was amazed, how his mother could use her vagina muscles. 
The girls that he had done it with at high school couldn't match her 
movements. They would just lie there, and give him a dull fuck. But this 
wasn't the case with her. 

"Oh yes," he told her. "That's what I want. Come on, baby, fuck it." 

Faster and faster now he drove into her. And every savage cockstab produced 
electrical waves of sexual pleasure within his body. 

"That's what I like," he told her. "Come on honey, do it." 

As the exciting pleasure got him to the point where he was trembling, with 
delight she began pulling the string out of his ass-hole. Sure enough, as 
the knot slipped past his tight anal ring, the pleasure tingled up and down 
his spine. 

"How does it feel, honey?" she asked her son. 

"Fantastic, Mom," he told her, "I really like that. You've got fucking down 
cold." 

She didn't reply. Instead, she covered his face with kisses to indicate her 
appreciation and her enthusiasm. 

Jeff was a passionate lover, and she knew it. "Baby," she said, "I'm going 
to milk you in a minute." 

He didn't realize the full implication of what she had said, until she 
ground her hips around some more. Then he got the point. Gripping the penis 
tightly within her vagina muscles, she squeezed. 

"Fuck it baby," he gasped. "Fuck, baby, fuck." Now he was ramming it in 
there, in solid thrusts. 

"Ohhh yes," he told her. "That's how I like it. Now you're doing it baby." 

There was no doubt about it, the pleasure that they had enjoyed together as 
he creamed in his mother's mound was vast. 

"Darling," she smiled, "Your father never fucked me like this." 

"I guess it's because I'm a chip off the old block," he said. "Only, the 
part that's good is you." 

She kissed him passionately now as he said that. For it seemed as if she was 
fucking her own reflection, as she matched his cockstabs with pussy grabs. 

When they had finished a hot French kissing session, he pulled off her. Then 
he nestled his head in her bosoms. 

"Reminds me of when you were a little baby, dear," she said. "You used to 
lie on my breasts. I loved it when you nibbled on my bosoms." 

"I guess I was a sexy kid then, too," he chuckled. 

"You were, dear," she said. "No doubt about it. And I received some sexual 
excitement too." 

"Mom," he asked her bluntly, "What would Dad do if he caught us?" 

"Kill us," she said. "He has a vile temper. And he would have an excuse 
then." 

"Why did you marry him?" he asked, "He's really treated you rough hasn't 
he?" 

"Honey," she said, "That's a good question. I've often asked myself why I 
tangled up with him. I'm sorry I did." 

"If you divorce him," he laughed, "we wouldn't have to worry." 

"What do you mean dear?" she asked, wondering exactly what he had in his 
mind. 

"Well, I mean," he explained, "we could live on your alimony. And we could 
fuck all we wanted to." 

"What a respectable proposal," she laughed. "Dad would die if he knew what 
I'm thinking of," he said. 

"Well, no dear," she said. "I don't think that would be fair to him. After 
all, your father is really a very good man. Not very passionate, perhaps, 
and not very loyal either. However, he has been a good provider." 

"He didn't get me a cycle I wanted," Jeff cut in. 

"Well, no, he didn't," she admitted, "But dear, a cycle wouldn't be good for 
you anyway. You'd probably get in some awful motorcycle accident." 

"I know how to take care of myself, Mom," he told her, "And don't think I 
don't." 

"Well I'm sure that you think you could," she said, "But really, baby, it is 
not an easy thing to be out there in all of that terrible traffic." 

"You don't have to worry about me none," he said, "I can handle myself." 

"I know you can dear," she said. 

It was a touchy situation, for Ann Harrington realized that she had stepped 
across the line of decency. She realized, that in the eyes of everyone she 
knew she would be considered a terrible individual. That simple act of 
having sex with her son would be the ultimate evil. 

"Penny for your thoughts, Mom." He laughed as he saw how sober she was. 

"They're not worth a penny, sweetheart," she told him. "Your mom has been an 
awful person." 

"No you haven't been an awful person, Mom," he insisted, "You just wanted to 
have some fun. So did I. Don't criticize yourself." 

"I can't help it, honey," she told him. "I have to level. I have been 
despicable." 

"That's ridiculous, darling," he said. 

Now he was massaging one breast and licking the other. 

"Oh, Jeff," she said. "If you could just consider this one night of love and 
never ask for any more." 

Jeff didn't reply. He let his tongue slip around her left nipple, and then 
he massaged the other breast. She loved the delicate way he handled her. He 
had such wonderful soft hands. 

"I love you so much, honey," she said. "It pains me to think of what I've 
done to you. You'll probably hate me." 

He pulled off her nipple and looked at her in disbelief. 

"Hate you for loving me?" he said. "What kind of sense does that make?" 

"Oh, baby," she said softly, "you still don't understand. You've got to get 
out there and find girls your own age. It's that development that you need. 
It's that hit and miss that you've got to go through. If you have me here, 
you won't go out and look for yourself." 

"I've been around Mom," he said. "And I'm tired of all those cheap, 
two-timing double-crossing cunts at school." 

"Oh dear," she said, "I wish you wouldn't refer to members of the opposite 
sex with that word. That's awful." 

"Well, it's true," he said. "You don't know how disloyal some of those dames 
are." 

"Dear," she said, "It may come as a big shock to you but a lot of men have 
not been known for their loyalty. Among them, is your father." 

"Does Dad play around a lot?" he asked in a low voice. 

"Well I'm sorry to have to tell you honey," she said. "Dad does play around 
a lot. He's a very disgusting man." 

"Well, I think he is too," he said. "And every-time I think of him stepping 
out on you and making you feel miserable it burns the hell out of me." 

"Well it burns the hell out of me too, honey," she said, "But I don't know 
as there is much that I can do about it. I just have to accept a lot." 

Just then she heard the front door open. "Oh, damn it," she snapped angrily, 
"I've got to get back there." 

She hurried out of his room, without a stitch of clothes on her body. She 
slipped into the bedroom just in time. Fortunately for her, he had gone to 
the kitchen to get a drink of water. When he came in, he was all apologies. 

"Honey," he saidi "Can you forgive me?" 

She paused for a moment. She knew, if she made it too easy on him he would 
be suspicious of something. 

"All right," she said, "I'm sorry I insisted you do anything. Whatever you 
want to do, dear, is all right with me." 

"I would just like a simple fuck," he said. "I guess I'm just like a hundred 
million other guys on Saturday night. I want to get my rocks off." 

"All right, dear," she said, parting her legs in preparation. "Let's have a 
ball." 

It didn't take long now for the two of them to get together. He got his 
clothes off in a hurry when he took a look at his wife's naked body. 

"I see you're keeping your pussy warm for me." He smiled at her. 

"Right on, dear," she said, massaging her vagina through it. 

He saw it moisten, and little realized that it was the remains of what his 
son's sperm had done to her. Instead, he imagined it was her own sensual 
excitement at the prospect of getting to have sex with him. His eyes, glued 
on her vagina. 

"I guess I do turn you on, don't I?" He smiled at her. 

She nodded, and patted her pussy. 

"Come on, honey," she said. "Prove what a pistol you are." 

He straddled his wife and she gripped his ass-cheeks. She parted them 
tenderly, and let her hands slide down between the crack in his ass. He 
loved the feel of Ann's playing with his prostrate gland. 

"Yes," he told her, "I like that. That's how you do it, honey. Oh yes. Keep 
that up." 

The pleasure was building every moment now. 

"Come on, honey," he told her. "That's what I like. Now you're doing it, 
honey. All the way." 

The sensual excitement that was building up in his body was carrying him to 
the brink of orgasm. 

"Come on and fuck it," he told her. "Fuck back, baby." 

He drove into her in a rapid thrust. Her vagina muscles gripped his penis 
tightly. Now he was pumping it to her in vigorous jabs. 

"Fuck me," she begged him. "Fuck me, baby, I want it." 

In and out he rode her. 

"Oh, yes honey," she told him. "I like that. Now you're doing it, lover. 
Keep it up." 

It wasn't going to take much longer now and he knew it. 

"Oh, fuck it," he gasped excitedly. "Fuck, baby, fuck. Now you're doing it. 
All the way." 

Harder and harder he rammed it into her. Her hands ran up and down his back. 
He loved the feel of her hot hands on his back. And then she reached down to 
grip his bottom. 

"Grab my ass," he told his wife. 

Ann grabbed Ted's ass-cheeks. She gripped them tightly and squeezed them. He 
loved the feel of her hands there. To add to his delight, she sensuously 
slipped a finger up his tight anus. He loved the feeling, as she thrust 
forward. 

"Beautiful," he told her. "That's what I like. Come on, baby, do it." 

He was becoming more and more excited every second. 

"Oh fuck," he told her, "Fuck, baby, fuck." 

It wasn't going to be much longer now and he knew it. This was what he had 
waited for. Real action. 

"Come on, honey," he told her eagerly. "That's what I want. Now you're doing 
it. All the way." Her fingers slid all the way up his ass-hole. 

And this prompted him to thrust faster into her hot vagina. The coils of her 
vagina gripped him tightly and squeezed. The milking motion produced 
electrical waves of sexual excitement up and down her husband's spine. 

"Fuck it off," he told her. "Fuck, baby, fuck." 

It wasn't going to be much longer now. He knew it. He rammed in there 
vigorously. She loved the feel of his jiggling balls on her mound, as he 
fucked fast. 

Suddenly, he juiced. 

"I'm coming," he cried excitedly, "Yes, baby, I made it." 

The hot sperm juice flowed into her. She was turned on now, all the way. 

There was no doubt about it in his mind, about the pleasure that he was 
experiencing. It was a fantastic pleasure, such as he had never experienced 
before. 

She looked at him with love and admiration. 

"Sweetheart," she smiled up at him, "I have really enjoyed this. It's a lot 
of fun, to get all of this action." 

"I know what you mean," he told her, "It really is a lot of fun." 

There was no doubt in his mind now about how beautiful she was. He was 
sorry, that he had been so difficult with her. 

"Honey," he told her, "You are a super fuck. I really enjoyed screwing you." 

The pleasure that he knew now was great. If there was one thing he wanted 
from his wife it was her love and adoration. He was getting it in spades. 

"Sweetheart," she smiled at him, "Let me tell you something. You gave me the 
best fuck tonight you've given me since our honeymoon." 

Vividly recalling their honeymoon, and the first time that he plunged his 
penis into his wife, he kissed her all over her face. She loved this 
adoration and sensuality. And he had found his wife at last. 

 CHAPTER TWO 

The next morning at breakfast, Ann Harrington did everything she could to 
conceal the fact that she was nervous. Nevertheless, she dropped an egg on 
the floor and her husband asked her, "What's wrong, honey?" 

"Oh, nothing," she said quickly glancing at her son Jeff who had just walked 
into the room. 

"How are you this morning, Mom?" Jeff smiled. 

It bothered her, that he was so flip about it. She realized what a dangerous 
position she was in. 

"Well I'm just fine, dear," she said, "Just fine." 

There was no doubt in her mind, about what the score was. It was easy for 
her to see how difficult it was to be living with both men. 

"I'm going to go out for breakfast," Jeff said. 

"Where are you going, dear?" she asked. 

"Yes, Jeff," his father asked him. "Where the hell are you going?" 

"Well, my buddy asked me over to breakfast," he said. "Alan. You know, he 
lives down the street." 

"Of course I know he lives down the street," his father said, "What's wrong 
with you this morning? You have a rough time last night?" 

"No," he said, "I had a good time." 

It was obvious to his father something was bothering him. But little did he 
realize precisely what it was. If he had any idea what the score was, he 
would have had a fit. 

When he was gone, and Ann Harrington was left alone with Ted, he began 
talking about his son in a very personal manner. 

"You know I'm worried about Jeff," he said. "I never see him with many 
girls. Usually, he's talking about pursuits with fellows. Not that I'm 
worried about him that way, but I just think it's time he grows up, if you 
know what I mean." 

"He has plenty of socializing," Ann cut in quickly. "What do you want him to 
do? Do you want him to be a stud like yourself?" 

"Well I would be glad if he was." Ted smiled. "I think I'm pretty good at 
sex, don't you?" 

"Yes," she admitted. "You are pretty good at it. But I don't want him 
playing around as much as you like to." 

"How do you know I like to play around?" he laughed. 

"Now look honey," she said, "I was not born yesterday. I know what the score 
is, and don't think I don't." 

It was obvious to Ted that he had better not continue in that vain very 
long. After breakfast, he dismissed himself to go and play a game of golf. 
Shortly later, Jeff came in. 

"Where did you go, dear?" she asked him. 

"Oh, what's it to you?" he asked her. "You and Father are back together 
again." 

"What do you mean?" she asked, eager to know if he had stood by their door 
and discovered that they had wild sex after Ted finally came back home. 

"Last night after Dad came home," he told her flatly, "You and the old man 
really fucked up a storm." 

"So you were listening?" she said sadly. "Oh honey, I wish you wouldn't do 
things like that." 

"I've listened before," Jeff said. "I've listened to you beg to do things 
with him, And he didn't want to do them either. Remember the time you asked 
him to sixty-nine?" 

"Why that was almost a year ago," she said, "This is awful. That means that 
you've been listening to us since you were fifteen-years-old." 

"Sure I have," he said. "And I know what the score is too, Mom. You're a 
real sexy woman, and Dad's a square." 

"Your father is nothing of the sort," she said, "He is a bit difficult at 
times, and we have our fights. But dear you must realize I loved him or I 
wouldn't have married him." 

"Your marriage is almost on the rocks," he said. "But you won't admit it. 
I'm sure he's playing around with someone else." 

"How can you be so sure?" she demanded. 

"Well I've seen that secretary look at him when I've been in his office," he 
said. "And believe you me, she knows where it's at." 

"Joyce is no competition for me," she said. 

"She really isn't, Mom," he said. "And that's what burns me. I think he's 
doing everything with her. I think he's eating her pussy." 

That did send a cold chill through Ann Harrington. She had tried to get some 
pussy action from her husband for such a long time that the thought of him 
doing it with another woman was outrageous to her. 

"What makes you say that?" she said in a syrupy, nice tone. 

"Well," he said, "call it male instinct or call it anything you want to. But 
that is my feeling." 

"Ridiculous," she said. "Perfectly ridiculous." 

Even though she didn't want to believe it, she knew that what he had said 
might very well be true. When he left later that day, she had plenty of time 
to think about it. By the time that her husband had come home from playing 
golf, she was eager to riddle him with questions. 

"How's Joyce these days?" she asked. 

"Oh she's fine," he replied. 

He tried to change the subject as quick as he could. This further aroused 
her suspicion. 

"Is she still with her husband?" she demanded. 

"Why all this curiosity about her?" he demanded. 

"You didn't answer my question, dear," she said. 

"Look," he said, "I don't pay any attention to my employees' love life." 

"I'm sure not," she said. "Is she still with her husband?" 

"No," he admitted. 

"Just what I thought," she said. "Joyce is a little slut. And if she doesn't 
have a man to take care of her she will find one. I know her only too well." 

"You've got a nerve to talk about her like that," Ted said flatly. "She's a 
good girl." 

"Well it's too bad she met you if she's a good girl," she said, "because she 
won't be a good girl for long." 

"Honey," he told her, "you've got the most suspicious mind of anybody I ever 
saw." 

"No I haven't," she said. "I'm just on to you and your tricks. You're not to 
be trusted." 

"Well, that's nice," he said, "No "marriage can be successful if there isn't 
trust." 

"Do you consider our marriage successful?" she demanded. 

"Sure I do," he said. "We have a nice son, and you have a nice home and your 
own car. What more do you want?" 

"Plenty," she said nervously. "I want a decent life. No matter how difficult 
it is for you to realize, I have respectability on my side." 

"Respectability?" he shrugged. "When did all this happen? It certainly 
wasn't in college, when you used to go to those weekend orgies." 

"I never went to an orgy in my life," she covered herself quickly. 

"That's a big fat lie and you know it," he told her. "You used to love to go 
to orgies. As a matter-of-fact, if you want to know the truth of it that's 
where we met." 

"Do you have to remind me?" she said. "It isn't very romantic." 

"Romantic or not, sweetheart," he told her, "that's the truth. Now you are 
pretending to be Miss Clean. Well, get off the virgin act." 

"I'm sorry, dear," she said. "If you have to recall those ugly things, maybe 
I should remind you of a thing or two." 

"What are you going to bring up?" he asked. "My blind pig operation?" 

"Well, well," she said, "You remember that." 

"Sure I do," he said, "I had to get some money, damn it. You were pregnant, 
and Jeff was coming along. How was I going to take care of him if I didn't 
do something?" 

"And so," she told him, "you pursued what came naturally to you. You had to 
pursue gambling and sex. And I remember all of the horrid things that I 
heard in that bedroom, next to that hustler that you were selling." 

"We're real nice people aren't we?" he said angrily, "having to bring up all 
the crap." 

"Well, honey," she said, "I began doing some thinking last night. When we 
were first married, you used to eat everything. Now, I can hardly get you to 
lick it." 

"So," he said, "do you want to sue?" 

"Maybe," she said, "if I could get enough to live on for Jeff and me." 

"What makes you think you're going to get Jeff if we do split up?" he 
demanded. 

"Well I think it would only be natural for him to be awarded to me," she 
said. "You certainly couldn't set any example for a young son. You believe 
in doing everything wrong." 

"So we're back to the good guys and the bad guys," he said. "And naturally 
I'm the bad guy. Look, you've been on my back for a long time today. Sunday 
is supposed to be a day of rest. You're making it a nightmare day. I'll be 
glad to go back to the office." 

"Of course you will," she smiled smugly. "Of course you will. You want to go 
back to her. Well, I hope you both have a marvelous time." 

"Don't worry," he told her. "We will!" 

They looked at each other with an angry glare. Just then, Jeff walked in. 

"The kid shouldn't hear us arguing," Ted said. "Why don't you try to give a 
pretense of decency anyway, Ann." 

"You bastard," she said, "Talking to me like that." 

Jeff didn't pay any attention to them, he just went up to his room. 

"He heard us," she said. "Naturally, you and your big mouth blabbing all 
over the place. How could the poor kid not hear us? I'm really disgusted 
with you." 

"Save it for yourself. If anybody is disgusting, it is you." 

There was no doubt about it, Ann and Ted were about ready to split up. And 
the only reason that she didn't go further was the fear that she had in her 
heart that Jeff, her beloved son, would be removed from her. 

"Do you still have that doctor that you have a crush on?" Ted asked her 
slyly a little while later when he was sure that they were alone. 

"I don't know what you're talking about," she said quietly. 

"Oh yes you do," he said. "That notorious would-be pretender who was later 
found out to be a fraud. You thought he was a doctor, and so did a lot of 
other easily impressionable women. But I smelled him and I was right. He was 
a damned phony. And you had an affair with him." 

"I certainly did not," she said. "And I don't know how on earth you could 
say such a thing." 

"Oh yes you did," he told her. "Let's be honest. You had a wild thing going 
for him. All the while, I kept my mouth shut." 

"Well it's the first time you ever did," she said, "I guess you were so 
stunned by the fact that some man could care for me that you didn't care to 
talk about it." 

"No," he said. "I was amazed at the Doctor, I thought he had better taste 
than that." 

"Will you quit carving at my ego," she said. "I've had about all I can take 
of this." 

Ann walked away from her husband. She was indeed troubled and hurt. She went 
down the street to a girlfriend's house and when she found her alone she 
began confiding quite a few things in her. 

"Doris," she said, "you don't know what I've just been through. Ted is 
playing around with his secretary. You know, that little slut Joyce. The one 
I told him he shouldn't hire." 

"That girl with the oversized bosoms?" Doris asked curiously. 

"That's her," she said. "But the bosoms aren't hers. They're silicone jobs. 
I recognized them immediately." 

"How absurd for her to make herself look so ridiculous with those huge, 
hanging things," she said. "Imagine paying for a job like that." 

"Well it was one of those cut-rate deals," Ann explained. "She had to go 
down there to Tijuana, for a weekend. And it looks like Tijuana, too." 

"I have a girlfriend," Doris said proudly, "Who had a nip and tuck face lift 
and her bosoms improved. I mean they were sagging, and she went to a doctor 
and he fixed it so they won't sag anymore. She pulled her husband back, by 
doing all that." 

"Well I'm not at that stage yet," Ann Harrington told Doris. "And I hope I 
never am. When I get that old, I will be satisfied to let the old boy fuck 
who he will. I'm sure, it will just be some slut." 

"Why?" Doris said. 

"Well he has bad vibes if you must know," she said. "It's amazing, that I've 
been able to live with him all of these years. I've had to be a tower of 
strength. No matter what was happening, I had to be strong. It was not easy, 
you can be sure." 

"You poor darling," Doris said. "You have been through so much. I've got to 
give you credit for one thing, you've taken it on the chin. And you haven't 
let anything get you down." 

"I never will," Ann said quickly. "I'm always going to come up slugging. I 
would just like to get my hands on Joyce." 

"It's marvelous to see that you care that much for Ted," Doris said, 
admiring her. 

"It isn't that I care that much for Ted," Ann said. "It's just that I can't 
stand the thought of him picking up with her and dropping me." 

"So that's the story," Doris said, seizing on the bit of news with delight. 
"Happens every day. Don't let it throw you." 

"Well, I'm not going to give up," Ann said. "A divorce would be out of the 
question. He doesn't make enough, to give me the kind of alimony I require." 

"And then there is Jeff," Doris reminded her. "Somebody has to think of 
him." 

"That's true," she said. "And I think so much of the dear boy, I wouldn't 
let his father have him for the world." 

"Well, that's usually who the judge awards the son, to," she observed. 

"I know," she said, "Isn't it dreadful?" 

"Yes it is," Doris told her. 

There was no doubt in Ann's mind about what the score was. She was grimly 
aware of facing the loss of Jeff. That was what was motivating her at this 
point to take such a personal concern in the divorce. 

"You know," she said, "my friend Rosemary found lipstick on her husband's 
shorts. That's a sure sign something has been going on." 

"Maybe the lady at the laundry kissed them." Ann laughed. 

"It sounds like an invention some playful husband would make up," Doris 
said. "You know men are such bastards, I don't see how we put up with them. 
They are so difficult. They don't take enough baths and they leave their 
dirty socks and shorts lying around. They are so terribly naive when it 
comes to politics and religion. Yet, that's all they're preoccupied with, 
that and sports." 

"Well I've been a football widow all the time since I married Ted," Ann 
said. "His face is glued to that set from the beginning of football season 
to the end. I used to think there would be some relief after New Years day, 
and then they invented the super bowl." 

"It's really a panic, isn't it?" Doris laughed. "And all we women want to do 
is go to an occasional fashion show or do a little shopping," 

"For a little bubbles like diamonds," Ann laughed. "Mentioning diamonds, I 
have put some money down on a good-sized locket." 

"Good for you, dear," Doris told her. "I'm putting my money into silverware. 
I figure I can always melt the silver, in case things get tough." 

"What would men do if they didn't have women like us to spend their money 
for them. They would probably invest in absurd things." 

The two women were looking at each other now and laughing. It was obvious to 
Ann what the score was. 

"You know honey," she said. "We are delighted with this situation. We have 
watched, what has happened. And we have been more than a little pleased to 
see what has taken place." 

"You mean this sexual equality movement?" Ann asked Doris. 

"Right on, dear," she said. "We women have equal rights. When a man wants a 
good fuck, to use a word they use all the time, he goes to a bar and gets 
one." 

That triggered her thought. 

"Tell me, Doris," she asked, "Have you ever tried that equality?" 

"If you mean going to a bar, dear," she said. "Yes!" 

"I've got to hand it to you honey," she said, "You really are something." 

"Yes I am," she admitted, "And just to prove how unprejudiced I was, I 
thought I would enjoy a little black cock." 

"There's no such thing as a little black cock," Ann laughed. "They have 
mammoth penises so I've heard." 

"Well," Doris said, "It is true. They are huge. And they know how to use 
them. I guess getting a white woman sort of turns their balls on." 

"You have such a nice way of putting it," she told her. 

She left, and decided that she would try a little bar action herself. Going 
back home, she noticed her husband was gone. There was a note saying not to 
worry about fixing dinner for him. Ann figured that probably Jeff would be 
home. But to her surprise, he wasn't. There was another note, saying that he 
had gone out on a date. That got her. Ann decided that she was going to have 
some fun if it was the last thing she ever did. She went to her bedroom and 
looked through her wardrobe. She thought she would find something, that 
would mark her as a slut. If she could wear a bright red dress and make a 
few passes at the right moment, she calculated she could get some action. 

She did not calculate incorrectly. For, at the right moment she got what she 
wanted. Stepping into a bar, with her telltale red dress on, she sat down 
beside a Latin gentlemen. He spoke with a South American accent, that turned 
her on. But he also spoke in the language of love. He was pressing his leg 
against her thigh, as he asked her softly, "Can I get you something to 
drink?" 

"Well, how nice," she said. "I am rather thirsty." 

"You look thirsty, honey," he smiled knowingly. 

The bartender came over, and was delighted to see a couple who might be 
drinking quite a while. 

After they began drinking, he introduced himself. 

"How are you, baby?" he said. "My name is Carlos. And, what is your name?" 

"My name is Ann," she said softly. 

"Ann," he said. "If you don't mind my telling you, you are a beautiful 
woman." vl know I am," she smiled. "And I hope you don't think I'm 
egotistical for acknowledging the fact. But I believe in being honest, and 
putting it on the line." 

"Well that's nice," he said, "I admire a woman who has the guts to talk like 
you're talking now honey." 

"Baby," he smiled, "How would you like to go to bed with me? You look like 
you need a good screwing." 

"Does it show, Carlos?" She smiled at him. 

"All over, honey," he told her. "And I want to do something about it. It 
isn't right for a gorgeous woman like you to be left wanting anything." 

"Bless, you, baby," she said, "I feel the same way. I would love to have 
something to do with you. But I am a married woman." 

"Well, I'm a married man," he said. "What has that got to do with love?" 

"Oh, you Latins are awful," she said. "Just terrible." 

"We're awful good at sex," he said. "And I know just the place to take you. 
Waterbeds and color TV movies. You know what kind." 

"I'm afraid I do," she said. "I have seen them advertising those films." 

"If I may be so bold," he said, "why are we wasting time here making this 
bartender rich?" 

"I shouldn't do this," she slurred, the liquor getting to her. "But I will." 

"Of course you will," he told her, "because you want it as bad as I do." 

"That's true," she admitted. "I do want it as bad as you do." 

Together they left the bar after they had paid the disgruntled bartender who 
had hoped that they would stay there for hours. 

"Should I go in your car, Carlos, or follow?" she asked him. 

"Makes no difference," he said. "Just so we get to that motel, baby." 

Their eyes were hot on each other now, and they were madly fond of each 
other. 

"Baby," he told her, "Let me tell you something. You are really too much." 

It was obvious to her what the score was. And it was equally obvious to him 
how she reasoned. 

"You're a beautiful baby," he told her. "And I have all the respect in the 
world for you." 

"Honey," he told her. "Let me tell you something. The first time I laid eyes 
on you, I knew you were good enough to eat. And, baby, I want to let you 
know with all my heart how juicy it's going to be." 

"Carlos," she said, "You're real sexy. What am I supposed to do?" 

"Did you ever go down on your husband before?" Carlos teased. 

"Why, I would never do such a thing," she told him. 

"Well, you're going to do everything with me," he told her, "Cause I'm going 
to give you explicit instructions." 

They went into the motel after he had signed in under a phony name. Then she 
saw the huge water bed. 

"Now take off all of your clothes," he said, "so we can romp on that big 
king-sized water-bed." 

She did as he told her. She realized, that he was being very bold and 
assuming an awfully lot. Nevertheless, it only added to the excitement that 
she was feeling throughout her body. 

"Oh, Carlos," she said as she began slipping out of her clothes, "I feel 
guilty doing this." 

"Don't, honey," he said. "Just take off everything." 

Carlos watched closely as she removed her clothes. When she came to her 
undergarments she stopped. 

"What did you stop the strip show for?" he demanded. 

"Oh I don't know," she said. "Guess I'm getting cold feet." 

"Well, I'll have to help you then," he told her. Coming over to her, he 
began slipping her clothes off. 

"Now, honey," he told her, "Don't you be nervous about a thing. I'll just 
pull your panties down and help you with your bra." 

He slid her panties off and then eased off her bra. 

"Oh sweetheart," he smiled, "what delicious looking breasts you've got." 

Saying no more, Carlos began licking. She loved his wet, sticky tongue as he 
slapped back and forth with his tongue. 

"Keep it up baby," she begged him. "Yes, that's what I like. Now you're 
doing it. That's right. Oh, love me." 

He was feeling excitement that he had never felt before. 

"Come on, baby," he told her. "That's what I want. Do it." 

The excitement was building. Now, he reached down and toyed with the elastic 
waistband of her panties. 

"We're going to take it off, honey," he said. "We're going to take it all 
off." 

He ripped off her panties and felt her ass-cheeks. 

"Oh, sweetheart," he smiled, "I can't wait to fuck you." 

Carlos hadn't undressed. She was eager to see what he looked like in the 
buff. 

"Take off your clothes, honey," she told him. "Go ahead." 

It bothered her that Carlos was so shy about it. 

"Oh, I don't know," he said. "I ... I just don't like to." 

"Now, Carlos," she said, "I suppose you want me to turn out the lights." 

"It would help," he said shyly. 

She got a big charge out of the fact that he could so easily let her strip, 
yet it was a bit difficult for him. 

"You're a big baby," she said. "I'll help you undress." 

He flicked out the lights as she began unbuttoning his shirt. Then she 
unfastened his trousers and unzipped his pants. 

"Honey," he told her, "it really feels good when you touch me." 

Electrical thrills zipped up and down his spine as she gripped his proud, 
hard penis. She let her fingers massage it lightly. 

"Feel good?" she asked. 

"You bet it does," he told her. "Real good!" 

The pleasure was mounting every moment now. He could hardly stand it. 

"Keep it up, honey," he told her. "Keep it up." 

She continued playing with his penis, and then she reached down and cupped 
his balls in her hand. 

"Oh, I like that," he told her. "Yes, baby, that is fantastic. Keep doing 
it." 

He wasn't going to stop now for anything. He was enjoying it immensely. 

"Oh, baby," he told her, "that is fantastic. Do me. 

The sensational pleasure that he was discovering now was increasing. 

"Come on, sweetheart," he told her. "That is too much." 

The super pleasure that Carlos was deriving from her touching him increased 
when he ordered her to drop to her knees. 

"Why should I?" she demanded. "I'm equal." 

"I never said you weren't," he said. "I'll drop to my knees and worship your 
pussy. But now I want you to eat my cock." 

She decided it might indeed be fun. She dropped to her knees and pulled 
Carlos' gigantic male member to her lips. Then her hot tongue surged out and 
she began licking the head of it. 

"Oh, that feels good," she said enthusiastically. "I like that. Yes, baby, 
that's real nice." 

The pleasure was building in her body. Every moment she was becoming more 
and more excited and stimulated. 

"Oh honey," she told him. "I really like that. Yesss, now you're doing it." 

It wasn't going to be much longer now and she knew it. As he pumped into her 
mouth, Ann became more and more excited. 

"Beautiful," he told her. "That is just right. Lick the head of it. Dip your 
tongue in and let it slide on that small slit." 

She found the head of his penis with the tip of her tongue. She dipped in 
lightly. 

"Ohhh, baby," he groaned in delight, "that feels fantastic." 

He pushed it to her and as he said the word fantastic, she thought of her 
son. It tormented her to think of Jeff. She enjoyed Jeff's big cock more. 
Carlos was an experienced older man. Part of the pleasure that she had 
experienced with her own son was the fact that he was so young. The fact 
that he was so virile. She knew she couldn't expect a thick, creamy load 
from Carlos' cock the way that she could from her son. 

Grasping her head, Carlos guided himself into her. 

"Oh, sweetheart, suck it," he told her. "I want that baby. Now. Do it." 

He was enjoying it more every moment. The hot action was building. 

"Oh, all the way," he said. "I'm going to give you the deep-throat action." 

Pumping it to her, he let his balls ride her face. 

To her surprise, and somewhat to her horror, she found herself enjoying 
being in this position. She delighted to the feel of the gigantic male 
member shoving into her. Passionately, he thrust forward. 

"Oh, baby," he told her. "This is fantastic. I love this. Yess, that's the 
way to do it." 

The pleasure that he now knew was great. 

"Yes, baby," he told her. "That's how you do it. Come on, honey, do it." 

It wasn't going to be much longer now and he knew it. The hot pleasure was 
building to a creamy blast. 

"Eat my cock," he told her. "Eat it, baby. Now you're going to get it." 

She could feel him start to juice. And the taste of his sperm load spurred 
her on. 

"Oh, honey," she groaned in delight, "This is fantastic. Now we're fucking." 

He pounded it into her with fierce force. She was enjoying it more every 
moment. 

"Yes, baby," he told her. "That's the way I like it. Oh, honey, you're 
flipping me out." 

The sensational pleasure that he was obtaining at this moment was almost 
more than he could stand. 

"Beautiful," he told her. "That's what I like. Yes, beautiful baby." 

Suddenly the hot white sperm creamed in her mouth. She gulped. 

"Eat it," he told her. "Eat it, baby. That's it, honey. You're going to get 
it in a minute." 

Suddenly the white sperm flooded her mouth. It wasn't as creamy, and it 
wasn't as thick as her son's. This troubled her. Nevertheless, she did enjoy 
it. She played with his balls, massaging them vigorously as he finished 
fucking her face. 

When he pulled his huge shaft out of her mouth, he complimented her. 

"You give good blowjobs," he told her. 

"Thank you, Carlos," she said getting to her feet. 

He looked at her, hungrily. 

"You are a beautiful woman," he told her. "Very beautiful. I enjoy having 
sex with you." 

"Why, thank you, dear," she said. "It was a lot of fun. Now, turn about is 
fair play. It is your time to get to your knees. And then you will enjoy 
yourself." 

Before Carlos got to his knees, he decided that he would turn on the TV to 
see if he could get the fuck films that he had paid for. 

"What's wrong?" she asked him when he was toying with the back of the TV 
set. 

"This damn set won't work," he complained. "It sure burns me up." 

"Oh, that's too bad," she said. "You ought to do something about it." 

"I will," he said. "I'll complain to the manager." 

He picked up the phone, and called the manager. 

"The set in our room doesn't work," he exploded. 

"We'll send someone out to take care of it right away," the manager said. 

They both, put on their clothes. Then a sexy blonde girl wearing a 
tight-fitting, white mini-skirted outfit came to their door. 

"Is this where the set doesn't work?" she asked. 

"This is it," he said. 

Opening the door, he got a load of her. It really made Ann up tight. Sending 
someone like that to repair a set. 

"What's wrong with it?" the blonde asked. 

"Well I don't know," Carlos said. "I just can't get a picture or anything." 

"Let me check it out," she said. 

She went over to it, and the first thing she did was follow the cord. She 
went over to where the cord was supposed to be plugged in and laughed. 

"You haven't got it plugged in, honey," she said. "You can't get much juice 
this way." 

"Oh, I'm sorry," he said. "That was my fault." 

"Think nothing of it," she said. "We deliberately pull them out, as they 
take juice even when they're not on if they're plugged in. So with the 
energy crunch and all, we've had to be real careful." 

"I see." Carlos smiled, glancing at her firm ripe breasts. 

The girl wiggled out of there and then Ann Harrington told him. "That's some 
kind of a person to send around for a TV set. 

"I'd sure like to plug it into her anytime," Carlos smiled. 

 CHAPTER THREE 

Carlos was delighted when the television worked. He turned on the fuck films 
that he had paid for and watched them. The first picture to flash on the 
screen showed a man laying backward, at the edge of the bed. All you could 
see was his sliding penis shaft and his balls. That is, except for a woman's 
behind. The long-haired girl with the bikini white ass-cheeks was slipping 
up and down his shaft. 

"Oh, that looks good," he said. "How would you like to try that, honey?" 

"Well, why not dear," she told him. 

It didn't take Ann Harrington long to get into position. Carlos lay so his 
legs were draped across the edge of the bed. Then, grasping his penis, he 
looked at her invitingly. 

"Just slip your pussy over that, honey," he told her. "And we will have a 
good fuck." 

Now he looked up at her. Her bosoms were bouncing, and he grasped her 
ass-cheeks. 

"Come on, honey," he told her. "That's the way to do it. Now, baby, fuck 
it." 

The excitement of the moment was driving him out of his mind with delight. 
He looked up, and caught sight of her bosoms bouncing. This made him real 
excited. 

"Come on, honey," he told her. "That's what I like. Yes, baby. Now you're 
doing it. Let's have a good time baby." 

It wasn't going to be much longer now and he knew it. He loved to watch the 
television screen as well as Ann's ass bobbing up and down in the reflection 
in the mirror. Grasping her ass-cheeks he squeezed them. 

"How does that feel, honey?" he asked her. 

"It hurts when you grab me like that," she told him bluntly. 

"Does it hurt good, honey?" He smiled at her. 

"Yes, baby." She nodded. 

The pleasure that he was deriving at this point was increasing. 

"Come on, baby," he told her. "Now you're doing it. That's what I like. Come 
on, baby, let's fuck." 

The excitement that was being generated at this point was building. Every 
moment he was getting more and more stimulated. 

"Hang in there, baby," he told her. "That's what I want. Yes, baby. Now 
you're doing it." 

Faster and faster he pumped it to her. And every moment he was becoming more 
delighted, more excited. She loved the feel of his long, hard cock slipping 
in there. 

"Oh, baby," he told her, "That is a fantastic sensation. Keep it going." 

He didn't have to give her much encouragement as she was enjoying it so 
much. 

"Yes, baby," he told her. "That's what I like. Keep it up." 

Faster and faster he plunged it into her. And with every cockstab, she was 
obtaining more pleasure, more delight. 

"Oh, yes," he gasped eagerly. "I like it just like that." 

As Ann pumped up and down on his penis shaft, she began thinking of what it 
would be like to be a whore. She envied the role of the whore, realizing 
that she was always faced with a new situation. A new man. A new love. 

"Baby," he said, "you're not with me." 

He gestured before her face, running his hand back and forth in midair. 

"Oh, I'm sorry," she said. 

"Do you slip off like that often?" Carlos asked blankly. 

"No," she said. "I was just thinking of what it would be like to be a 
hustler." 

"Well, take it from me," he told her, "You'd make a mighty good hustler." 

Carlos began worrying for a moment. He wondered if Ann would think of 
charging him. 

"But free sex," he reminded her, "is a lot more fun than fee sex." 

Ann laughed at the way he put it. Then, gripping his penis tightly in her 
vagina, she began putting some action into her own movements. 

"That's what I like," he told her. "Yes, baby, that's what I want." 

He was going to town now in hard-driving jabs. 

"Oh, baby," he told her, "that's what I like. Now you're doing it. Come on 
sweetheart, fuck it." 

It wasn't going to be much longer now and he knew it. He could hardly stand 
it. 

"Oh, yes!" he told her. "I like that. That's wild fucking." 

Faster and faster he pumped in there. And every moment the pleasure was 
becoming more intense, more stimulating. 

"Oh, baby," he told her, "that's what I want. Now you're doing it. All the 
way, honey." 

It wasn't going to be much longer now and he knew it. 

"Yes," he said enthusiastically. "That's what I like. Now you're doing it. 
Oh, honey, I love this." 

The super sensations that they were enjoying at this point were creating all 
kinds of sensations within her body. Carlos reached forward with his hands 
and began pinching her nipples. 

"Turn on, baby," he told her. "Turn on." 

She churned her ass around and the thrill raced through his body. 

"Now let's roll over," he said. "See if we can roll over without slipping my 
cock out of your pussy." 

Carlos rolled over. He managed to keep his cock in her vagina. She gripped 
it tightly and began milking it with strong movements. 

"Oh, fuck, baby!" he told her. "Fuck." 

There was no doubt about it in his mind, he was getting fucked royally. And 
as she persisted in her movements, he got hotter and hotter. Now he was on 
top, "Play with my ass, honey," he told her. 

Reaching down, she gripped Carlos' firm, round behind. She slid her hands 
between the crack in his ass. 

"Yes," he told her. "That's what I like. Come on, honey, do it." 

The exciting action was building. Every moment he was becoming more and more 
stimulated. 

"Fuck it, baby," he told her. "Beautiful. That's what I want. Come on, 
sweetheart, fuck it." 

It wasn't going to be much longer now. The intense delight that he felt at 
this point was remarkable. 

"Ohhh, yes," he panted. "That's what I want. Oh, sweetheart, fuck it." 

He knew it wouldn't be much longer till he juiced. And this was the moment 
he was waiting for. He could hardly wait to feel it shooting into her. 

"Ohhh, sweetheart," he told her, "we're almost there. I love this." 

Indeed, Carlos was thrilling. His wife was very religious and very inhibited 
in her sexual responses to him. And this was what he needed. A woman who 
wouldn't hesitate to give him excitement. 

"How about sticking a finger up my ass-hole?" Carlos smiled at Ann. 

Ann dipped her finger up his tight anus. He loved the feel of the finger 
sliding in. 

"Ohhh, yes baby," he told her. "That is beautiful. Now you're doing it. All 
the way." 

The super pleasure that he was obtaining at this point was remarkable 
indeed. 

"Ohhh, baby," he told her. "I love that. I'm being fucked and you're being 
fucked." 

Glancing at the TV screen, she said, "everybody's getting fucked. Look at 
the picture now." 

It was an interesting picture, indeed. For it depicted a man, standing. 
There was a small black cushion, where the woman was kneeling. Grasping her 
ass, the man was fitting his penis into what appeared to be her ass-hole. 

"Would you like an ass fuck?" Carlos asked with a laugh. 

"I should say not," Ann said. "The ass wasn't made for fucking." 

"It can be used for it," Carlos said. "I enjoy a good tight ass fuck now and 
then." 

"Well, you're not going to stick that big plunger up my ass-hole," she told 
him. "I just won't take it." 

He went on ramming it to her from the front and didn't worry about it. 

"Well I'm getting my ass fucked with your finger," he told her, "but I'm 
enjoying sticking it up your tight pussy. You better believe it." 

Now he was pumping it into her with wild glee. 

"Fuck faster, baby," he told her. 

Glancing down, he looked at her huge bulging breasts. He liked the sight of 
the big red nipples. 

"Oh, baby," he said, "it's so wonderful to have you in my arms. I love the 
feel of your flesh. And I love being inside you." 

"It's the most intimate connection there is," she said. "I like it too 
baby." 

He was really giving it to her now in solid, driving thrusts. 

"Yes, baby," he told her. "Keep fucking. Now you're doing it. That's what I 
want. Come on, honey, give it to me." 

The excitement that he felt at this moment, was almost more than he could 
stand. 

"Oh, I'm coming," he cried eagerly. "Yes, baby, I am making it." 

The super sensations that surged through his body now climaxed. She felt the 
thick juice spurting into her vagina. 

"Milk it," he told her. "Yesss, baby, milk it." 

She twisted her hips around and the hot juice flooded her vagina. 

"Yes, baby," he told her. "I made it." 

There was no doubt about it, the sensational pleasure that they were 
enjoying now was increasing. 

"Oh, baby," he told her, "you are too much." They looked at each other with 
love and adoration. 

"Oh, honey," he told her, "now you're right on. 

When they had completed their sex act, they looked at each other. He was 
pulling it out, and smiling at her. 

"Well, we really know each other now, don't we," he grinned. 

"Yes we do," she said. 

He went to the bathroom, and decided he would take a shower. 

"Want to join me in a shower?" 

"Why not, Carlos," she said slipping off the bed and joining him in the 
bathroom. He turned on the water, until it was the right temperature. 

"Step in, baby," he told her. "Ladies first." 

"I'm no lady," she said. "I'm just an easy fuck." 

He laughed with her as they took the shower together. 

"I always like to have a woman washing me off." Carlos smiled at her. 

She washed his chest first, and then went down to his balls and his cock. 

"Now, baby," he said, "wash that cock real good." 

"You don't have to worry about me none," she told him. "I know how to give a 
good cock wash." 

Her hands moved back and forth on the soap as she gave him a workout. 

"Ohhh, that's so much fun," he told her. "I just love it when you play with 
my penis." 

Now he reached down and began washing her vagina. 

"It is a lot of fun to play with each other," she assured him. "I'm enjoying 
this too." 

As he went on massaging her, Ann was becoming more and more excited. 

"Now, baby," she told him, "turn around and I'll wash your ass out." 

Turning around, she reached up there to feel of his buttocks. He loved the 
sensations that her fingertips were creating. 

"Oh, honey," he told her excitedly, "you sure know how to excite me. You are 
fantastic." 

He was enjoying it so much now he could hardly stand it. 

"Oh, baby," he told her, "you are too much." 

They were enjoying this immensely. 

"Now, sweetheart," he told her, "I'll tell you exactly how to do this." 

She used the soap to slip a finger up his ass-hole. 

"That feels real good," she told him. 

"And I'll do it to you now," he said. 

Turning around, she bent over a little. Then his hands gripped her 
ass-cheeks. He massaged them vigorously, before he finally slid his finger 
up there. 

"Oh I like that," she said. "That feels real groovy." 

Indeed, she was enjoying it. 

"Oh baby," she told him. "You don't know how good it feels to me when you do 
that." 

She was wiggling back on the finger. Then, grasping her ass-cheeks roughly, 
he suddenly plunged his penis there. 

"Stop it, damn it," she complained. "I don't want you to do that to me." 

Pulling away from him she let him know in no uncertain terms, that she 
wasn't going to let him do that. 

"Sorry about that baby," he told her. "I guess I got carried away." 

He smiled at her and she smiled at him. 

"Now what do you want to do, sweetheart?" she asked him. "Some more weirdo 
acts?" 

"Let's go back and see what they're doing on the TV screen," he said. 

They went back into the bedroom, and then he saw more of the pictures 
flashing across the screen. 

"Look, baby!" he told her. "That is a great position." 

The man was lying on his back and the woman was mounting him. She was 
gripping his penis as if it were not that intimate hunk of flesh but some 
hard object. Grasping it tightly, she was guiding it into herself. 

"Say that looks like fun," she said. "Want to try that?" 

"You bet your sweet ass I want to try it," Carlos assured her. 

He lay on his back and it didn't take her long to get into position. 

"Ohhh, yess," he said as he felt her reaching out and gripping his penis. "I 
think I'm going to enjoy this." 

Suddenly the rock-hard cock plunged in there. 

She was becoming more and more excited now. 

"Yes," he told her, "that's what I want. Do you approve?" He smiled at her. 

"You bet your life I do," she said. "This is the kind of action I have 
needed for a long time." 

He was driving into her with a savage force. Reaching up, he was massaging 
her bosoms at the same time. 

"Yes, baby," she told him, "that's what I like. Now you're really fucking. 
Keep it going, honey." 

She was getting some of the best action that she'd ever gotten. And she was 
enjoying it immensely. 

"That's the way to do it," she told him, "Fuck, baby, fuck." 

Pounding it into her with hard thrusts, he was enjoying it more every 
moment. With desperation, he gripped her ass as she bounced up and down too 
quickly. 

"Now, honey," he told her, "that's a just a little bit too much." 

He was steadying her carefully as she did her thing. As she gazed at his 
cock pensively, she got a big charge out of him too. 

"You really like to fuck, don't you?" she laughed. 

"It's delicious excitement, isn't it baby?" he told her. 

"You bet it is," she agreed. 

She felt he was possessing her. And she-likes this. As his penis thrust into 
her, Ann realized that at this moment there could be no more intimate 
connection. 

"Am I doing it all right?" she smiled. 

"Excellent baby," he said. "You really know how to fuck." 

She smiled at him as a sense of satisfaction spread through her body. She 
only wished that her husband, Ted, could give her fucks like this. But she 
knew that he couldn't. He was too busy with his office secretary. 

"Fuck it," she told him. "Give it to me." 

His eyes were ablaze as he went on thrusting. The heavy penis really 
stimulated her. 

"Yes, baby," she told him, "that's what I like. Come on, honey, fuck." 

She looked at Carlos, and his dark-flashing eyes stimulated her. His olive 
skin appealed to her. She liked the hair on his chest. She enjoyed his 
thrusting action. He was full of excitement and full of cream. It was that 
cream that she wanted to get out of his balls. 

"Fuck it," he told her. "Yesss, baby, fuck." 

Thrusting hard now, he was coming closer and closer to that moment. 

"Oh, honey," he told her, "that's what I want. 

Keep it up. Keep it up, baby." 

Ramming it to her in hard-driving thrusts, he suddenly exploded. As she felt 
the hot cream flashing into her she juiced too. 

"You made it, baby," he told her. "Yesss, right on target." 

She was so happy to be free of the insults of her husband. She had performed 
her sex job well. And he appreciated it. 

"Yesss, baby," he said. "Keep twisting that ass around." 

She wouldn't have stopped for anything. She was enjoying herself much too 
much. When she completed the act, she slowly slid off him. She felt thrilled 
to have his seed in her body. 

"I bet your husband thinks you're a fantastic fuck," he told her. 

"Sorry to say, darling," she told him bluntly, "my husband thinks I'm an 
awful fuck. Isn't that terrible?" 

"It sure is," he told her. "You are a fantastic woman." 

"I wish he thought so," she said. 

She turned off the television. Then she went back to him. 

"You know, honey," she said, "we would be considered awful people." 

"I know that," he told her. "And I don't like to think about it." 

"Well, now and then we have to think about it," she said. "Why do you like 
to have sex on the side? Can you answer me that?" 

"Sure I can answer that," he said. "My wife is inhibited. There are a lot of 
things she won't do with me." 

"That's terrible," she said. "Why should it be that two people can't do 
anything?" 

"That's what I try to tell her," Carlos explained. "But she was brought up 
very religious, and it is hard to make her understand." 

"That's very sad," she told him. "It really is. The body was meant to enjoy. 
Every part of it." 

"I'll tell you one thing that I would like to have her do," he explained. 

"What, dear?" she asked him. 

"I'll tell you," he said, "If there is one thing I like, it is when a woman 
sticks a finger up my ass-hole. I really enjoy that action." 

"I want to tell you something," she said. "Something that I really 
shouldn't." 

"Feel perfectly free," he told her. "Go ahead." 

"All right, I will," she said. "But it is something that you will probably 
hate me for." 

"No I wouldn't hate anybody for doing anything," he said. 

"All right," she said. "I will tell you." 

She hesitated, as she thought about it and then she discovered that she 
couldn't. At last she blurted it out. 

"I'm in love with my own son," she told him. 

"What?" he asked her. 

"Yes it's true," she said. "I fell in love with my own boy." 

"I just can't believe it," he said. "I never met anyone in my life who had 
sex with their own children." 

"Well you're meeting someone now," Ann said bluntly. "And it happened in the 
strangest way." 

"Well, tell me," he asked her eagerly. 

"All right," she said. "I guess it would do me good to get it off my chest. 
You see, my husband is not a very sexy man. And I am quite a sexy woman. He 
never gave me the satisfaction that I needed, and this tormented me. It 
tormented me more than you can believe." 

"I can understand," he told her. "That is terrible." 

"Yes, it was terrible," she said. "And it really upset me. I wanted above 
all things, to have him lick me. I don't know why this passion to be licked 
seized me. But it did. I just felt I had to be licked all over. Did you ever 
feel like that?" 

Carlos smiled and nodded. He reached over, and let his hand wander over her 
bosoms. 

"Go on, honey," he told her. 

She went on talking, and as she did so he looked at her in amazement. 

"Well," she explained. "Listen to this. I had troubles, and I mean 
troubles." 

"Like what?" he asked. 

"Well, after my husband and I had a big fight, my son came down to my room 
bare naked. He sat there, and I couldn't help but see that huge cock of his. 
And some how I wanted to make love to him." 

"I see," he told her. "You felt that he needed some sex and you wanted to 
help him out. I guess that's the way you felt about it." 

"That is exactly how I felt about it," she explained. "I realized that he 
needed someone to take care of his sexual needs. And it bothered me to think 
of some slut getting to make love to him. I adored him. I could give him 
affection as well as love. And sex without some feeling, some affection, 
isn't anything." 

"I know that," he told her. "That's why I enjoyed having sex with you. You 
put some action into it." 

"Did you notice that, Carlos?" she asked. 

"You bet I did, baby," he told her. "And I've got to hand it to you. You 
really are a good fuck." 

"Oh, thank you, baby," she told him. "Thank you so much." 

It really excited her to have him talking like that. 

"Sweetheart," he smiled at her, "there are so many things I would like to 
tell you." 

"There are so many things I would like to tell you," she said. 

As she continued talking, she revealed to him her most intimate secrets. 

"There was something sc clean and wholesome about that young cock of his," 
she told him. "Something about his handsome body that just got to me. I 
wanted to lick his ass-hole, I wanted to love his balls, I wanted to grab 
his cock and hang on. I wanted to get love from him. Can you understand 
that?" 

She was toying with his penis as she talked. 

"Sure I understand," he told her. "And I don't blame you. You have every 
right to want some affection, to want some love." 

As she looked at him she had to admit to herself, "But not with my son. 
Although, his kisses were so fresh, so wonderful. He loved to French kiss 
me." 

"Well I've enjoyed French kissing you," Carlos said. 

"You know why I'd like to continue this conversation," she smiled at him. 

"I have no idea," he told her. 

"I would like to get down there between your legs," she said, "and in 
between sucking on your cock, tell you about my love with my son." 

"That is a rather strange request," he admitted. 

"Well, I guess I'm a rather strange person," she said. 

"Yes, baby," he told her, "you are. But you're wonderful. You are frank and 
honest in your love." 

"All right," she said, "I'm going to get down there and look up. The view 
from your balls will be fantastic." 

She slid down between Carlos' legs. He raised one leg and she slid her hand 
under his ass-cheek and massaged it. 

"You know, honey," he told her, "I like you a lot." 

"Do you really?" she smiled at him. She pulled his penis to her mouth and 
looked at it. 

"It's like a big ice cream cone," she said. "Only this one shoots cream." 

"That's true, baby," he told her. 

The whole idea was appealing to Ann more and more. 

"Now, my baby," she said, "has about an eight-inch cock." 

"Did you measure?" he asked her. 

"Mentally I did," she told him. 

Now, she was gently massaging his balls and playing with his cock. 

"Honey," he told her, "you don't know how much I am going to enjoy this." 

He pressed his thigh against her and nodded. 

"Go ahead," he told her, "I know I'm going to enjoy this a lot." 

She let her tongue lash at the crown of his penis. He loved it more every 
moment. 

"Oh, baby," he told her, "keep that up. That's what I want." 

She was licking at it now with hot desire. 

"That's what Jeff--likes," she said. "And some-tims he--likes me to nibble 
on it, too." 

She brought her mouth closer to it now, and then slid over it. As she slid 
her mouth over his cock, he became more and more excited. 

"Ohhh, baby," he groaned in delight, "that is too much." 

The sensational pleasure that he was enjoying now was building. He gripped 
her head and guided her. 

"That's the way I like it," he told her. "Come on, baby, do it." 

It wasn't going to take long now, as she was going down the length of it. 

"Ohhh, Ann," he told her, "Listen to me baby. I want you to do different 
things for me. First, swing your mouth fast up and down. And then vary the 
speed." 

Faster and faster she moved. 

"Keep it up," he told her. "Yess, that's what I want. Now you're doing it. 
Come on, honey." 

She varied her speed. And this was giving him more and more pleasure. 

"Yes," he told her. "Keep doing it!" . 

Her fingers played with his balls while her mouth was moving up and down his 
cock with understanding, and love. 

"Worship my cock," Carlos panted. "Worship it." 

She enjoyed it as she squeezed his cock hard. It was hard enough to make him 
cry, but he loved it. 

"Bite like that," he told her. 'Bite it." 

It wasn't going to take much longer now, because he was becoming hotter and 
hotter. She was waiting for that cream and she could hardly wait to feel her 
tongue flicking it. 

"Baby," he said, "swing your body around so I can finger your clit." 

She got her body in position so he could tease her clitoris. Thrusting his 
tongue there, he began licking it. 

"Ohhhh, yess," he panted. "What a beautiful pussy." 

Her body was riding, now, as he went to town. 

"Ohhh, yes," he told her. "That's what I want. Oh baby keep my cock in your 
mouth." 

It was a wild moment as they went to town. 

"Fuck me, baby," he told her. "Fuck. That's what I want. Come on, baby, fuck 
it." 

He enjoyed this so much more, then jerking off as he had to do at home. His 
wife paid little attention to his enormous penis. She thought he was 
restless, and perhaps evil. And she would not touch it when he would plead 
for it. Now Carlos was happy. Sure he realized she did some things that were 
considered pretty bad. But he realized what he was doing wasn't exactly the 
right thing either. And in their sexual rebellion they were finding 
pleasure. Now, her mouth was moving in time to his tongue jobs. Keeping 
their pace together, they continued this sexy sixty-nine. Faster and faster 
her mouth moved. Soon, they were two frenzied animals going at each other's 
bodies. 

He gripped her ass-cheeks and parted her legs farther. He liked it so much 
that he couldn't get enough of her. The pleasure was building and building 
at this point. 

As she looked at his balls, it appealed to her. She liked the crack in his 
ass. She gently teased his ass as she slid her finger around his puckered up 
anus. Now she dipped a finger in there. If this was what Carlos enjoyed, 
this was what she determined she would do. At this point, his mouth was 
buried in her mound. He was sniffing her and enjoying her. He was wiggling 
his tongue all around. He then returned the favor, by letting his finger 
slip up her ass-hole. 

They continued this now, and were extremely excited. 

"Ohhh, baby," she groaned, "eat my pussy. Oh yes! Eat my pussy." 

Immediately, she went back to eating his cock. He slipped it to her, and she 
loved it. 

"Yes, baby, yes," she told him. "That's what I want. Do me." 

He didn't stop for a moment. The pleasure increased. Now the two of them 
were almost there. Keeping her eyes open, she watched his ass wiggle on her 
sliding finger. She enjoyed the thrill of his cock thrusting down her throat 
as his tongue plunged in her vagina. They were clasping each other tightly. 
Suddenly the hot cream exploded in his cockshaft. He pulled his tongue out 
of her wiggling pussy, and pleaded, "Get the juice out, baby! Suck it all 
out!" 

The pleasure that they were deriving at this point was remarkable. She 
greedily devoured the sticky, white cream. 

"Suck it out," he told her. "Get the juice, baby. EAT MY CREAM." 

His thick, delicious tasting cream was a treat to her. She gladly sucked it 
all out. 

When she had finished eating him, he went back to doing his thing in her 
pussy. His hot tongue licked quickly. Then, he could tell she was starting 
to juice. Nibbling her clit, she gushed. Then he held his face tightly to 
her as he finished. The pleasure that they enjoyed at this passionate moment 
was remarkable indeed. 

"You know, baby," she said, "I don't get love like that very often. I really 
appreciate it." 

Immediately, it was obvious to her that he did care about her. 

"Well, lover," Carlos said, "I don't get action like that either. And baby, 
there's still some more in there. Do you want to love it some more?" 

Of course she did. She seized him eagerly. Then holding his cock, she went 
to town. She let her mouth slip over it, and she enjoyed it. As the hot 
tongue pumped in there, she was exciting him as he had never been excited 
before. She gripped his ass-cheeks and held on. He loved the feeling of her 
hot hands around his buttocks. She let her mouth move up and down on his 
rock-hard cock. Then she fingered his balls. He loved this feeling, and once 
more she let her fingers slide up Carlos' ass-hole. 

"Oh, baby," Carlos cried passionately. "I'm juicing again." 

Indeed he was. And her mouth was over his prick now. There was no doubt 
about it in her mind. She loved sperm. And she delighted in devouring a 
man's juice. Finishing him off, she slid off smoothly. Then she smiled at 
him. 

"Carlos," she said, "thank you for a wonderful time." 

"Well, don't think I haven't enjoyed it too, honey," he told her. "I've 
enjoyed it a lot." 

The pleasure that they had enjoyed together, was rapturous indeed. And as 
the two of them held each other tightly, they kissed. 

As Carlos kissed her, she thanked him over and over again. 

"Why do you enjoy me so much?" he demanded. 

"Because you're understanding," she said. "I don't quite know what you 
mean," he told her. 

"I'll tell you-, " she said. "You are understanding because you care about 
me. You care about me a lot. And you don't hate me because I have sex with 
my own son. I appreciate that." 

Now Carlos understood why she had become so pleased with him. And it 
troubled him that his acceptance of her meant that much. 

 CHAPTER FOUR 

When she went back home, she was surprised to find Ted waiting for her. 

"Where have you been, baby?" he said. "I wanted to tell you about the good 
news." 

"Good news?" she asked. "What are you talking about?" 

"Well, I'll tell you," he said. "We are going to have plenty of good news 
when we go to Des Moines, Iowa." 

"Des Moines?" she said. "What happened?" 

"My transfer that I applied for went through," Ted informed her. 

"You never mentioned any transfer to me," she said. "I just can't believe 
this." 

"Well it's true," he told her. "And, baby, you and I are going to have a 
wonderful time. Jeff, of course, will have some adjusting to do. I don't 
suppose he will like leaving his school friends." 

"Ted," she said quickly, "I think you should have consulted us." 

"Well, aren't you happy, honey?" he asked. "You've said that you wanted a 
change. You've said that you were tired of living here." 

"It isn't that," she said. "It's that you didn't trust me enough to tell 
me." 

"Damn it," he said, "can't I do anything to please you?" 

"Look, dear," she said. "I want you to know that everything between a 
husband and wife should be on the up and up. Are you going to import your 
secretary, Joyce?" 

"Well, that's what I was coming to," Ted told her. "I was going to tell you 
that we might take Joyce with us." 

"That would be just dandy," she said looking at him with an evil glare. 

"You see," he said, "she's divorcing her husband. She knows all about the 
job, and I don't know how I'd get along without her." 

"Are you sure the reason that you can't get along without Joyce is confined 
to the office-or to the bedroom." 

"Are you trying to tell me something?" he demanded. 

"Of course I am," she said. "I'm telling you that I'm not going to put up 
with any of the crap that you are trying to hurl my way. I absolutely refuse 
to have that girl go along." 

Ted got to his feet and paced the floor. Just then, the phone rang. 

"I'd like to speak to Ted," a soft voice began. 

"Who is this?" Ann Harrington asked abruptly. 

"This is his secretary, Joyce," she said. "Am I speaking to Mrs. 
Harrington?" 

"Yes," she said. "You are. And while you're on the phone, honey, let me tell 
you something. Keep your hands off my husband, because he's mine. I hope you 
understand." 

"Well, I do declare," the girl with the southern accent continued talking. 
"I don't know what you are saying." 

"Well, if I've got to put it bluntly, baby," she said, "I will. Quit 
screwing around with weak-spined Ted. Whenever he sees a cute little number 
walk by, he can't keep his hands to himself." 

"I have the highest regard for my boss," she said softly. "And I think you 
are just terrible to talk that way." 

"I don't have anymore to say to you," Ann said. "I'll turn you over to Ted. 
Maybe he can make a date to meet you somewhere." 

Ted, who was now red-faced and embarrassed, picked up the phone. 

"I'm sorry," he said, "but my wife is upset. It isn't you, Joyce, it's 
moving." 

In the background, Joyce could hear Ann calling out, "It sure is her. I know 
you're fucking her." 

He put his hand over the phone quickly, but not quickly enough. 

"Joyce," he said, "Could I call you back?" 

"Fire her," Ann shrieked. "And fire her fast. I don't want that little bitch 
working for you. You get it?" 

"You're terrible," he said angrily. "I won't fire her just because you tell 
me to. You understand that?" 

"It's her or me," Ann said. 

He had no alternative but to dismiss her. In response, Joyce whispered, "I 
know she's back of it. And we'll get together, baby. One way or another." 

When she hung up, Ann was curious to know what she had said. 

"What did the little bitch say to you before you hung up?" she asked him. 
""None of your damn business," he told her. 

In the days that followed, Ann and Jeff had an opportunity to talk quite a 
bit while Ted traveled to Des Moines to get his office set up. 

"Mom," Jeff exclaimed when he came home from school one afternoon, "I have 
found me a new girl. Isn't that wonderful?" 

Concealing the rage that she felt in her heart, Ann nodded. "Why yes dear," 
she said, forcing a smile. "I'm happy for you." 

"I knew you'd take it that way, Mom," he said. "And I hope you won't mind if 
I bring home and ball her." 

"Mind?" she said. "Why of course not. I think that would be cozy." 

"Oh, you're great, Mom," he said. "You're so understanding. I appreciate you 
so much." 

"Well, I try to be understanding, dear," she told him, "Why not? In this 
world we need people who understand each other." 

Suddenly a passionate urge to make love to him seized her. She couldn't 
control it. 

"Jeff," she said anxiously, "Couldn't we have a little sex?" 

He knew what she was leading up to, and he was feeling rather horny. 

"Well, maybe, Mom," he said. "If you can get me excited enough." 

"I don't think that will be difficult, dear," she told him. "No, I don't 
think it will, be difficult at all." 

At this point, she went over to him. She reached down and began feeling of 
him. 

"Ohhh, Mom," he said, "does that ever feel great!" 

Now she was unzipping his fly. Before he knew what was happening, she was 
fumbling around in his shorts and pulling out his penis. 

"What a big one you've got," she exclaimed. "Oh, honey, I want to make love 
to you." 

"Let's do it in my bedroom," he told her. 

It did look a bit strange, to see Jeff walking down the hall with his mother 
to his bedroom with his gigantic male member standing straight up. Reaching 
over, she gripped it and squeezed it. 

"Hang in there, Mom," he told her. "Yesss, wait." 

When he got into the bedroom, he watched her strip. He couldn't understand 
why, but he always got a big charge out of seeing her take off her clothes. 

"Oh, Mom, do you ever look great! You really have a body that won't stop." 

She was reaching under her bosoms to hold them up. 

"You like these, dear?" She smiled at him. "You bet I do," he told her. 
"They are beautiful." 

It was obvious to him that she had a gorgeous body. And the whole idea of 
making love to her passionately appealed to him. 

"Oh, honey," he told her, "you are too much." 

Massaging her bosoms, he suddenly reached down and tugged at the elastic 
band of her panties. He caught the moisture starting to form around her 
crotch. 

"I guess you're real excited Mom," he told her. 

"You bet I am," she said. "Who wouldn't be with a son like you? Oh, honey, I 
have such respect for you." 

"Well, good, Mom," he told her. "I would enjoy having sex so much." 

He was becoming more and more excited at the whole prospect. 

"Oh, baby," he told her, "I want to eat your box." 

She loved the feel of his hands pulling down her panties. Jeff dropped to 
his knees and suddenly placed his face next to her vagina. Then, he began 
licking quickly. When she had stepped out of her panties, it didn't take him 
long to let his tongue slip over her mound. The hot tongue swept over the 
mound. And as it licked back and forth, her entire body quivered. Reaching 
down, she gripped her son's head and held him there. 

"Oh, baby," she groaned in delight. "You don't know what you're doing to me. 
Yes, yes. Love your momma." 

His hot tongue flicked in there. The sensations, that they were generating 
were becoming more and more appealing. Now, she wanted him to eat her. She 
wanted to juice in his face. 

Jeff was feeling equally stimulated. He licked the velvety vagina walls 
eagerly. His tongue swept around inside of her and suddenly he nibbled. As 
he nibbled her clit, she became so excited she juiced. It was a moment of 
hot delight for them. 

"Oh, baby," he gasped, "you don't know what you're doing to me. You're 
really turning me on." 

The sensational pleasure that he was deriving from this act was almost more 
than he could stand. 

"Oh, hot momma," he panted as he pulled his tongue out of her. "That was too 
much." 

His tongue was full of her. 

"Now, darling," she said, "Momma wants to show you how much she loves you." 

Jeff began undressing now. As she watched her strong, sturdy young son take 
off his clothes her heart went out to him. 

"Jeff darling," she said, "I am really hot for your body." 

Now he was bare-ass naked. 

"Let me just look at you, son." She smiled with motherly pride. 

He stood there with his gigantic penis standing up. She looked at his big 
balls, and then she admired his back. 

"Turn around, baby," she said, "and let Mom admire her beautiful boy." 

She slapped his buttocks, and then she told him emphatically, "We've got to 
take care of that great big cock of yours." 

Together they stepped over to the bed. Now she told him what she wanted. 

"Sweetheart," she said, "what you do now is just straddle Mom. Let your ass 
rest on my bosoms. That's what I would like." 

He accommodated her quickly. He got on the bed, and straddled her. And then, 
ever so slowly, he began lowering himself. As he lowered himself, she felt 
his hot ass-cheeks pressing on her bosoms. She loved the feeling of it and 
then she felt his gigantic penis coming close to her mouth. 

"Honey," she said, "Let me lick your ass-cheeks a minute." 

She let her tongue slide over his bare behind a moment or two. 

"Now swing those big balls over my mouth," she suggested. 

He let his balls swing over her mouth. Then her hot tongue reached out and 
she started licking. 

"Oh, sweetheart," he gasped excitedly, " I just love it when you lick my 
nuts." 

She opened her mouth and he lowered himself toward her lips. Now his big 
balls were slipping into her mouth. She licked quickly and Jeff became more 
and more stimulated. 

"Oh, that feels great," he told her. "Just great!" 

The pleasure of the big balls slipping in hen mouth was almost more than she 
could take. Then the hands began massaging the buttocks. 

"Beautiful," he told her. "Just beautiful, baby." 

The pleasure that they enjoyed now was increasing. The huge cock was pointed 
at her mouth. Opening her mouth, she let her pink tongue slip out so she 
could lovingly caress the head of it. Reaching out, she grasped his thighs 
and squeezed. He loved the feel of her hands on his thighs. 

"Play with my ass, Mom," he told her. 

She nodded, but she couldn't reply. Her mouth was plugged with the sliding 
penis now, and she wasn't going to pull off it for anything. That is, until 
he had creamed in her mouth. 

He pumped back and forth now, and she became more and more stimulated. She 
could taste him start to juicing. This was what she wanted. 

"Eat my cock, Mom," he told her excitedly. "Eat me! Yes, eat me!" 

She greedily sucked him. As he watched himself thrusting back and forth, he 
became more and more stimulated. 

"Oh, baby," he groaned, "I like that." 

The sensations were building now. Every moment, he was becoming more and 
more excited. 

Finally, as the passionate pleasure increased, he couldn't hold back any 
longer. The sperm load shot into her mouth. 

"Suck the juice out," he told her. 

She gulped greedily as she finished him. 

He still remained hard. She marveled at how long he could sustain his 
erection. As his penis brushed over her vagina, she reached down to grip it. 
Guiding it into herself, she felt him lowering his body. Then she thrust her 
pelvis forward as she twisted her ass around. The penis shaft was securely 
in her vagina. 

"Oh, baby," he told her," I really dig that. Now you're doing it. That's 
what I want." 

The pleasure was increasing. Every moment they were becoming more and more 
excited. 

"Just fuck it," he told her. "Yes baby, fuck! That's what I like." 

She let her hands run down his back as he continued pumping into her. She 
brushed her breasts over his chest and he crushed down on them hard. 

"Oh, honey, I love that," she told him. "It feels so good. You're such a 
stud." 

"Am I Mom?" Jeff asked, unsure of himself. 

"Oh, yes, baby," she said, "You're such a man. And I have such respect for 
you." 

"And I respect you, Mom," he told her. "Even if nobody else in the world 
would, I do." 

It was strange, how those words hit Ann. As she clawed his back, she became 
more and more excited. He loved her hands on him. She let her hands slide 
from his back down to his bottom. Then she gripped his ass-cheeks and 
squeezed them. 

"Oh, Mom," he panted. "I'm coming." Reaching around one ass-cheek, she 
deliberately massaged his prostrate gland. This was what she wanted to do. 
She loved the sensations that this action was creating. 

There was no doubt about it in her mind, Jeff was quite a character. 

As the hot juice flooded her pussy, she felt herself coming too. He was 
sliding in the lubrication from her vagina as well as his own creamy juice. 

Finishing, he withdrew. 

"That ought to do you a piece," he teased her. 

She looked at him and worried. 

"I don't like that look on your face, Mom," he told her. 

"Well, I'm thinking about you," she said. "I don't want you doing it with 
some slut who'll give you a disease or something." 

"You don't have to worry about this chick," he told her, "She knows how to 
take care of herself." 

"Well, I do hope so, honey," she said. "Not that I'm jealous in the least." 

"Of course not, Mom," he said. "Why would you be jealous?" 

"Well if I were silly enough to think of myself as a lover or something," 
she said. "I might get jealous. But, my real reason for having sex with you 
was to help you make the adjustment to adulthood." 

He laughed, as he thought of her explanation. 

"So, what's funny?" Ann asked Jeff. 

"Oh, nothing, Mom," he said. "I was just thinking about a joke a kid told at 
school." 

"Well share it with me, honey," she said. "Mother could always use a laugh." 

"No," he said. "It isn't worth repeating." 

"All right," she said. 

She got off the bed and went back to her room. But that night she was doing 
plenty of thinking. And when the weekend came, the worst years that she had 
imagined became realities. For she happened to be standing at the window 
when Jeff was walking home with a girl he planned to ball in his bedroom. It 
was obvious, that the girl was wearing a blonde wig. She was coarse and 
cheap looking. She had false eyelashes and some ridiculous eye shadow. Ann 
wanted to rush right out and tell him what a big fool he was making of 
himself. But she held herself back. She could tell him later. 

She listened as Jeff walked the blonde to the bedroom. Now she was angry. 
Fury seared through her mind, and tormented her body. Yet there was little 
she could do. In the meantime, Jeff was having a ball. 

"Melinda," he told her, "I want to give you a good balling." 

"Well first, honey," she said. "I would like you to use your tongue on my 
pussy. That's a good way to begin." 

"Yes, I think it is," he assured her. "And I'll go right down there and do 
you." 

The pleasure was building now. He could hardly stand it, and she could 
hardly stand it either. 

"Yes baby," he told her. "That is too much." 

She was peeling off her clothes quickly, and he was shocked when he 
discovered she wore no panties. Standing in the hallway, Ann Harrington 
heard the girl tell her son that she never wore panties. At that moment, Ann 
felt like barging in and telling her what a real tramp she was. No panties! 
she thought to herself and shook her head. Next, the girl got on the bed and 
threw her legs up. Ann could see quite easily, through the door which was 
slightly ajar. 

"Over here, honey," Melinda smiled. 

Jeff laughed. "You're not very shy about it are you?" he teased her. 

"Honey," she said, "When you do it like I do it at twenty bucks an hour 
you'll learn not to be shy." 

When Ann Harrington heard that her son was paying this woman twenty bucks 
for her body, she was outraged. Just as she had been suspecting from the 
first moment she caught sight of the wig and the false eyelashes. The girl 
was indeed a tramp. The fact that she wore no panties was proof of that 
fact. And now, with her bold leg movements, she was enticing Ann's innocent 
son. It was enough to turn Ann's stomach. 

As the girl wiggled about, young Jeff felt less inclined to go after her. It 
seemed as if she was the man and he was the woman. She was that bold about 
it. 

"Well, are you going to eat me or not?" she asked. "After all, time is 
money. I don't want to rush you or anything, honey, but I can't stay all 
night." 

"All right, Melinda," he said. 

When Ann noticed that her son's cock wasn't even hard, she was delighted. It 
made her realize that sex to her son meant much more than a naked female 
body. She realized what a little bit of time her husband would have taken to 
slip his cock into Melinda's pussy and fuck her good. She was delighted to 
see her son far more reluctant to pounce on the girl and get his rocks off, 
so to speak. 

"Ohhh, sweetheart," she said, "what a good tongue man you are." 

The hot tongue jabbed in there and she was getting more and more excited 
every moment. 

"Now lick my love button, baby," she said, "That's where I like you to lick. 
Oh, yes, honey, that's the way to do it." 

He kept his head buried there and licked quickly. 

"Eat my pussy," she said. "Eat my pretty pussy." 

To herself, Ann thought, pretty pussy my ass! Just a cheap little slut, 
trying to get him to give her a speed fuck or suck, so she could get on with 
another job. It really disgusted her to think of him putting his sweet, 
handsome face over her rather used mound. 

Ann could easily see that the girl had plenty of sex mileage. 

"Ohhh, honey," she exclaimed. "You got me there baby." 

Ann didn't believe it for a minute. She thought it was one big act and her 
young son Jeff would probably be so excited that he wouldn't even notice 
that it was an act. Repelled, disgusted and outraged, she felt like barging 
in. She put one foot in the door, and fortunately neither Melinda nor her 
son Jeff noticed it. Then she changed her mind and pulled her foot back and 
continued listening to what she could hear in the hallway. 

"Keep it up, baby," Melinda said. "Maybe you can get a little more juice out 
of the well." 

He continued and finally withdrew his tongue. 

"Now, honey," she said, "how would you like to pump your great big cock up 
there?" 

"Oh, I'd like that fine Melinda, baby," he said. 

She looked at him and realized that he wasn't hard. 

"Are you an impotent male or something?" she asked him. 

"Well, no," Jeff apologized. "But I don't know what happened to that thing 
between my legs." 

"Well, I'll swing down there and give you a quickie blowjob," she said, 
"just to get it up. Then, you can plunge it into me, or better still I can 
grab it with my pussy and give you a wild workout. How does that grab you?" 

"It sounds like fun," Jeff told her. 

Ann shook her head and watched. She was furious, to think that this woman's 
mouth that had probably slipped over hundreds of cocks, was now sliding over 
her son's huge penis. It was swelling, sure enough. It was instinct, and 
instinct alone, that was making this possible. She realized, it must be 
working on a reflex basis, as he couldn't be turned on with such a cheap 
slut. The fact that she had big swinging bosoms wasn't enough to conceal the 
fact from Ann what a real tramp she was dealing with. 

The woman's mouth moved vigorously, her cheeks sucking in. Ann felt maybe 
she was a sperm gal. And she figured perhaps she wouldn't pull off in time, 
if she was that eager to get the cream. 

She got a surprise when she saw Melinda slipping off his penis. Gripping it, 
she asked him quietly, "Do you want I should fuck you? Or do you want to be 
on top?" 

"Doesn't make any difference," he said. 

She seized his penis and, straddling him, let it slip into her. As Ann 
watched, she thought it was a ridiculous thing. She had never been so 
disgusted by anything that she had seen. She couldn't stand it any longer 
and she barged into the bedroom. 

"Well, you're not much of a slut if you ask me," she said. "Or you would let 
him get on top. You're going to get him adjusted to aggressive females." 

"Who's that?" Melinda demanded. 

"That's my mom," he said sheepishly. 

"Yes," she said, "I am Jeff's mother. And I don't think I've ever seen a 
more disgusting sight in my life." 

"I'm splitting this scene," the woman said as she slid off his penis and 
began hunting for her clothes. 

"You don't wear underwear, honey," Ann said. 

"So it won't take you long to get dressed, will it?" 

Jeff looked at his mother and glared. 

"You'll thank me later, dear," she said. "You don't know what I've saved you 
from." 

Finally, the chick was about ready to go. Then she said softly, "Jeff, could 
I speak to you alone?" 

"About the money?" Jeff said loud enough so his mother could hear. 

"It isn't worth anything," Ann exploded, "As a matter-of-fact, you should be 
paying him. You're probably giving him a dose of clap of worse." 

"Mom will you be quiet," he said angrily. "That's no way to talk to her." 

"I know her kind," she said. "And I wish you would leave me alone." 

"Here's your money," he said, handing her twenty dollars. 

She didn't say thank you, but turned away readily. 

When Jeff was alone with his mother, she did some quick invention. 

"I just happened to be walking down the hall, son," she explained. "And I 
heard what was going on. And as I glanced in, I was sure that was one of the 
girls that I had seen in the picture in the paper." 

"The paper?" he asked his mother. 

"Yes," she said. "The newspaper. I was sure that I saw her being picked up 
in a vice raid in a massage parlor. Then, they check the girls out and said 
everyone of them had VD. I do hope that you haven't picked something up." 

"You really saw that, Mom?" Jeff asked eagerly. 

"Would I lie to you?" she demanded. 

"Yes, you would," he told her bluntly. 

"Well that's true," she said. "I probably would lie if I felt it was 
necessary. But this is no lying or no laughing matter. I don't want you 
bringing a lot of syphilitic idiots into this world." 

Strangely, Jeff suddenly felt grateful to his Mother. And his sympathy 
pulled him tighter to her. She was delighted that she had scored a victory. 
She went over to him and embraced him lovingly. 

"Oh, darling," she said, "I'm so glad you understand what I did to protect 
you from that horrible creature." 

"Thanks, Mom," he told her. "I really appreciate it." 

"By the way, where did you pick that slut up?" she asked him. 

"Well, she works at one of those bars," he said. "I guess she's a cocktail 
waitress or something." 

"Well that's a nice type of person to be dealing with," she said. "Half of 
those cocktail waitresses, hustle on the side." 

"Do you really think so Mom?" he asked her. 

"Of course, dear," she said. "I had a girlfriend named Vera who used to work 
at a bar. And that's what she was doing to make extra money. Nothing against 
it, if that's the type of life they want to lead. However, dear, I don't 
want you tangling with such trash." 

As she said that, she reached down and stroked him. 

"Mom," he said. "Could we do it standing up." 

"Why not, dear?" she said. "That should be a lot of fun." 

She slid out of the clothes she was wearing in short order. And then he 
threw it into her. As she felt it sliding into her, she threw her legs 
around him. 

He grabbed his mother's ass-cheeks as she thrust her legs around his waist. 

"Oh, baby," she said, "you're so hard tonight." 

"I guess it's because you turn me on, Mom," he said. "You really are a lot 
better than that chick." 

"I should hope so, honey," she said. "That's not a compliment." 

"You're the tops," he told her. "How's that for a compliment?" 

"Oh, honey," she said lovingly, "you don't know what you do to me." 

As he thrust it to her, he massaged her bottom. She loved the feel of his 
hands on her ass as he stabbed away. She tightened her thigh grip around his 
waist. 

"Oh, look," he said, "Look at that, Mom." 

She turned to the mirror to see the reflection of their bodies. It was a 
fantastic reflection, all right. For her legs were around her son's waist. 
And his huge cock was stabbing in and out of her vagina. She was gripping it 
tightly and he was going out of his mind with delight. 

"Oh, Mom," he panted, "I'm coming! I'm shooting, baby!" 

The hot, white cream exploded. She ground her hips around as he finished 
fucking her. 

"Oh, baby," she moaned. "You don't know what you're doing to me. This is too 
much." 

At that very moment, she felt herself suddenly coming, too. Now he had the 
double lubrication. The lubrication from his own shooting cock as well as 
his mother's warm vagina. 

"Oh Jeff," she panted, "Always fuck me. Don't ever leave me, baby. Don't 
ever leave me for some cheap tramp like that." 

"Don't worry, Mom." Jeff told her. "I'll never leave you. I love you. You 
give me what I need. 

Oh, Mom." 

She was peppering his face with kisses as he concluded his cockstabbing 
action. 

Finally she unwound one leg from around his waist and stood on the floor. 
Then she slowly eased the other leg off him. Now he pulled out of her. 

"I feel vacant without you, darling," she said. "When you fill me up with 
love, it flips me." 

"I feel the same thing," he said. "No one could understand this but you and 
me." 

"You are so right, Jeff," she said. "This must be our secret. You must never 
tell anybody. They couldn't appreciate what we have found." 

Jeff was delighted to talk to his mother like this. Now their souls were 
communing, as well as their bodies. It was a strange and torrid moment for 
the two of them. And certainly no one else could understand. But to Jeff, 
and to his mother, Ann, it was love. A pure, blinding kind of love. 

As she walked across the room he looked at her. 

"You have a gorgeous body," he said. "And when I think of Dad not giving you 
the action you need, it makes me sick." 

"It makes me sick, too." she admitted. 

The two of them were madly in love with each other. And it was difficult for 
them to understand what he meant. 

"Honey," she said, "There are many reasons that we must keep our love a 
secret." 

"Well I know the big one," he admitted bluntly, "I'm not afraid to tell 
you." 

"What do you mean, dear?" she asked him. 

"They would call me a dirty, rotten mother-fucker." 

She went over to him and slapped her hand over his face. 

"Jeff darling," she cried, "what a foul thing to say." 

"Mom," he said when she removed her hand, "I'm sorry." 

Indeed he was sorry, as he realized he had hurt her. He hadn't intended to, 
but he had. Lovingly, tenderly, he put his arm around her and whispered, "I 
love you, Mom." 

Those words burned in her mind as she turned her head up to see him. 

"And I love you, Jeff," she said. "And I always will. Nothing can ever 
change that." 

"I know, Mom," he said sadly, realizing for the first time the depth for 
which she cared for him. 

"Promise me one thing, Jeff baby," she told him. "No matter what ever 
happens in our lifetime, that you'll never hate me for this." 

"No, Mom." he said soothingly. "I could only love you. Because you are 
loved." 

Saying that, the two of them walked together to her bedroom. Without saying 
a word, he lay beside her on the bed. And they fell asleep in this position. 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

In the days that followed, Jeff and his mother got to know each other quite 
well. At morning breakfast, about a week later, Ann Harrington admitted to 
her son, "I don't care if your father never comes back dear." 

"Mom," he told her, "you shouldn't say such a thing." 

"Well, I can't help it, dear," she said. "Things have been so calm since the 
bastard's gone." 

"He is my father," he reminded her. 

"Don't remind me," she told him. "I've been trying to forget that for some 
time." 

Reaching over to Jeff, she explained why she felt as she did. 

"Your father was playing around with his secretary," she said. "And he 
didn't have enough action left over to satisfy me. And, if he had satisfied 
me, you wouldn't have heard the argument. Then, you wouldn't have come in 
and made love to me." 

"Well, you shouldn't be mad at Dad for that," he said. "You should thank 
him." 

"You do have a point there, honey," she told him. "Actually, you are right." 

"Of course I'm right," he said. "You have taken a very narrow-minded 
attitude toward Dad." 

"Maybe I should thank him," she said. "Getting us together has been a most 
wonderful thing." 

"Mom," he told her. "I have found me a girl." 

"You have found what?" Ann Harrington demanded in shock. 

"I've found me a chick," he said. "Oh, nothing serious. I'm too young for 
that, but I'm just the right age for some fuck action." 

"You do speak bluntly to your mother about such things," she said. 

"You're not only my mother," he insisted, "you are my lover. And I thought I 
ought to let you know, that I have found someone I want to share my love 
with as well as you." 

"Well it's nice to know I'm not tossed on the junk heap, honey," she said. 
"What's this little girl. I hope you didn't find her at a bar." 

"Oh no, Mom," he said. "She goes to school with me." 

"Is she pregnant or something?" she demanded. "Now, Mom, why do you start 
off like that?" he demanded. 

"Well, I'm sorry, dear," she said. "But from what I've been reading in the 
papers lately, about half the girls in school are pregnant these days." 

"It isn't that bad," he said. "And I can assure you she's not in the 
pregnancy class yet." 

She said, "And I certainly hope you don't put her there, if you know what I 
mean." 

"I know very well what you mean, Mom," he told her. "And I think you are 
being disgusting." 

"Well, I don't think so, honey," she said. "I think I'm being realistic. And 
if you could be realistic for one moment, dear, you might come to your 
senses." 

"Look, Mom," he said, "I am old enough to govern my own life. And I don't 
want you talking that way about a girl I am very fond of." 

"Dear me," she said. "This sounds desperately serious." 

"It is, Mom," he told her. "And I don't want you to get uptight about it. 
Understand?" 

"Well, if you think I'm going to flash green with envy over some little high 
school twat, you've got the wrong idea. As a matter-of-fact, honey, I was 
beginning to get bored with you myself." 

This was the farthest thing from the truth, but Ann Harrington was fighting 
fire with fire. He looked at her, startled. 

"Why do you mean, Mom?" he asked her. 

"Oh nothing, dear," she said. "But if there are any loose studs around the 
high school, let your Momma know." 

"You mean you'd carry on with another young guy besides me?" he demanded. 

"Well, you're going to be carrying on with another woman besides me." 

"That's different," he said. "I got to find me another girl to fuck besides 
my own Mom." 

"Well, then, I've got to find me another young man to fuck besides my own 
son," she said eagerly. "What's the pickings like, sweetheart?" 

He gulped and looked at her angrily. The very thought of another young high 
school student besides himself having sex with her tormented him. 

"What's the matter, dear?" she asked. "Cat got your tongue?" 

"No, Mom," he said. "I just didn't have you figured that way." 

"I'm only human, honey," she said. "Take me down off that pedestal, baby. I 
have feet of clay." 

"I'm seeing that you have," he said angrily. "And I don't like it." 

"Well that's too bad baby," she said. "Cause that's the way that it is." 

It was becoming more and more clear to him what the score was. And as he 
listened to his mom talk about it, he got angry. 

"I'm getting disgusted with you," he told her. 

"Well, I'm getting disgusted with you, son," she snapped. "The way that 
you're acting just isn't right." 

It was evident to her, that she had him exactly where she wanted him. And 
she continued carving away at his ego. 

"When you're in the shower, sweetheart," she smiled, "check the good action 
out. You know, the studs who are well hung." 

"That would be nice, Mom," he said, "for me to be taking a survey of the 
guys' cocks in the shower at gym class. I could always tell them I was 
checking their cocks for mom." 

"Well, I hope that you do, dear," she said. "I wouldn't want to have them 
think you were checking them out for yourself. That would be awful." 

"Well, you don't have to worry about that," he said. "I certainly am not 
interested. But if you want me to pursue that for you, I will." 

She was a bit amazed at the show of force with which he said that. She 
figured that he would drop plans for taking out his high school chick he was 
going on about. Instead, it worked in reverse. 

"Now, Mom," he said, "we will find you some stud. Some well-hung stud, who 
has a cock out to here. That's what you're interested in, isn't it?" 

"Yes, dear," she said. "The longer the better." 

"Do you care if it's a white guy or a black guy?" he asked her. 

"I'm not prejudiced," she smiled. "Just get me some good cock meat." 

Once more, young Jeff was nervous. 

"I need a drink," he told her. "Certainly, dear," she said. "What do you 
want?" 

"What's left?" he asked. "Since Dad has been gone you've been drinking up 
all of the booze at the bar." 

"Yes," she said. "Just thinking about him turns me to drink. It's his fault 
you know." 

She went over to the bar and reaching underneath, found a bottle of whiskey. 

"We still have this big bottle of whiskey, honey," she said. 

"Well, it looks half empty to me," he observed. 

"Well, dear," she said, "you certainly aren't going to drink any more than 
that, are you?" 

"No," he told her. "It's quite obvious to me what a lot of drinking you've 
been doing." 

"Does that bug you?" she demanded. 

"Well, I just don't want you to turn into an alcoholic," he told her. 

"Never you mind about that, honey," she said. "Mom can take care of herself. 
Now as I was saying, I would like an athlete. Maybe a black athlete would be 
good. They're always horny, aren't they, honey?" 

"I haven't observed," he said. 

"Well I have," she said. "I used to go with a black athlete in college. That 
was long before a lot of other people did." 

"Right on, Mom," he said. "But how would I ever bring a guy over here and 
tell him I wanted him to fuck with my own mother?" 

"Well, you do have a good point there, honey," she said. "That will require 
a little strategy. Why don't you tell him that your mother and father are 
out of town. And tell him that a beautiful girl you know would like to have 
sex with him. You can tell him that I'm a divorcee. Divorcees have a 
reputation for wanting it because they're used to it." 

"What are you talking about, Mom?" he asked, not quite understanding what 
she meant. 

"Well, sweetheart," she explained. "It's simply this. Once a person gets 
used to sex on a regular basis, they can't do without it. And divorcees who 
have been well screwed during their marriage must have sex. It's like a 
drug." 

"And that's what you want me to say about you?" he asked. 

"Yes, dear," she said. "You can always say I'm addicted to sex. That I'm a 
divorcee who needs it badly. And, I will do most anything." 

"That's the truth," he said. "You are really quite a woman." 

"Now I'll get on a good disguise," she said. "I'll wear false eyelashes, 
like that cocktail waitress that you dragged back here did. Then, I will get 
me a wig." 

"It's just lucky for you," he said, "that none of the kids at school have 
met you." 

"Well, that's true under these circumstances," she said. "And it's wonderful 
with your dad being away." 

"You know, that's true," he said. "He would have a fit if I brought a chick 
home." 

"And I am willing to let you do most anything," she said quietly. 

"Well, that's because you're afraid of blackmail," he said. 

"Blackmail?" she gulped. "What are you talking about?" 

"Well, I could cause you a lot of trouble," he told her. "Because you aren't 
supposed to have sex with your own son. Right?" 

"Dear me," she said. "What a mind you have." 

"Well, that's true isn't it?" he demanded. 

"It's not at all true," she said. "Really, dear, you have the mind of a 
criminal type." 

She refused to talk much more about it, and young Jeff was left with a 
challenge. When he went to school the following day, he decided that he 
would talk about sex to a young black athlete who was taking a shower next 
to him. 

"Hey, Tyrone," he told him. "Have you had any good ass lately?" 

"No, but I'm looking," Tyrone said. "Could you introduce me to a good 
piece?" 

"Yes, I could," Jeff informed him. "I know a divorcee, who is really strung 
up on men. She used to have an old man who fucked her box all the time. 
Then, the old man took off and she divorced him. Now she's so hot for it, 
that I can't keep up with it." 

"Well, my big old hammerhead will take care of her," Tyrone laughed. 

Glancing down between Tyrone's legs, Jeff couldn't help observing what 
looked like a long, black snake. 

"How long is that thing?" Jeff asked curiously. 

"Are you asking for yourself or someone else," Tyrone chuckled. 

"For someone else," Jeff laughed. "Namely that divorcee." 

"Groovy," he told him. "It's seven and a half inches soft, and nine and a 
half long. How does that grab you?" 

"Well, it doesn't grab me," Jeff assured him. "But I'm sure it will appeal 
to this divorcee. She's what you might call sex hungry." 

"Well, I'm looking for somebody who's sex starved," Tyrone assured him. 
"Cause I want to get some action in. When can we set this up-and where?" 

"Well, Saturday night," Jeff said. "I got a nice, sticky date with Debbie. 
And I thought I'd fix you up with her." 

"Where you all going to go?" he asked. 

"Well, we're going to do it at my place," he said. "Cause my mom and dad are 
out of town." 

"Well, how long are they out of town for?" he asked. 

"Oh, they'll be gone for three or four days," he assured Tyrone. 

Tyrone's balls itched at the prospect of having some wild sex. 

"Well, that sure sounds groovy to me," he assured Jeff. "Yes, I'd like that 
a lot." 

It was all arranged for Saturday night. And his Mother was delirious with 
excitement at the prospect of wearing her wig, applying the false eyelashes 
and some makeup. 

"Did you tell him what my name was?" she asked her son. 

"No I didn't," he told her. "I knew you weren't going to give your right 
name and I figured out that you could use any name you chose." 

"How about Pearl for purity?" she smiled. 

"I don't know," he said. "Use any name you like." 

"Well I thought that was very clever," she said. "Ruby would sound too sexy. 
Ruby is red." 

"Oh, Mom!" he said. "You're too much." 

"I think I am," she said. "But apparently I'm not enough for you. Because, 
you've gone out to find another woman to cool your fire." 

"Don't take it as a challenge to your body," he said. "Sure, I dig you. I 
dig you a lot. But you're making this much too personal." 

Now he was really excited. 

"You know, Mom," he smiled at her. "I've got to hand it to you. It takes 
guts to act the way you do." 

"Well, thank you, dear," she said. "I accept that as a compliment." 

"You would," he told her. 

When Saturday night came and young Jeff introduced his mom to the black 
athlete, Tyrone, he smiled and almost burst out laughing. 

"Tyrone meet Pearl," he introduced her. 

Fluttering her eyelashes, and stroking her rather bulky wig, she smiled. 

"Pleased to meet you, Tyrone, honey," she said. 

"Won't you like to join me in my bedroom for a drink?" 

"I sure would Miss Pearl," he said. "If you'll excuse me, Jeff and Debbie." 

"Why, naturally." Debbie smiled. 

When Debbie and Jeff were alone, Debbie couldn't help commenting, "You know 
she's a very strange looking woman. She looks a little bit like you." 

"Isn't that remarkable," he laughed. "People have always commented about 
Pearl and me." 

"Yes," she said. "She couldn't be any relation to you could she? like an 
aunt or something?" 

"No relation at all," he said, "Just the friendly neighbor lady who needs 
somebody to cool her fire, so to speak." 

"I hope you've never had anything to do with her," Debbie said. "Because 
she's an older woman!" 

"Why, naturally not, Debbie," he said. "What kind qf cat do you think I am?" 

"Well, you never know," she said. "I used to go with a kid named Jim who 
said he would stick it in any old port." 

"I know what you mean," Jeff nodded. "But I'm not that kind. I wanted 
somebody special like you to get friendly with. That's why I picked you out 
special." 

"You flatter me," Debbie smiled. 

"Well, I'm trying awfully hard," he laughed. 

Debbie didn't know whether she should laugh at that or not. 

Now Debbie was removing Tier clothes. 

"Sweetheart," he smiled, "are you that horny? Can't you wait till I get you 
in the bedroom?" 

"Well, we run around nude all the time at my house," Debbie explained. "My 
folks belong to the Adam and Eve nudist colony." 

"Oh, I heard about that," he said. "That's where everybody runs around 
naked." 

"That's right, honey," she said. "And every part of my body is sacred and 
beautiful. There is nothing impure, nothing that isn't lovely, and nothing 
that you shouldn't see." 

"I couldn't agree more," he said as he got a close look at her firm round 
breasts. 

"You like these?" she smiled at him. 

"I sure do," he said. "But I'd like to uncrate them in the bedroom if you 
don't mind." 

Once they were in the bedroom, she eased out of her skirt. She had some 
see-through panties that really turned him on. Bending over, he caught a 
wisp of her hair that stimulated him. 

"Oh beautiful," he told her. "That is just beautiful, baby." 

He was so stimulated now he could feel his penis juicing. 

"What would you like to do, dear?" she smiled at him. 

"I would like you to do me," he said. 

"Well, how, honey?" she said. "I want to do whatever would make you happy." 

"To plug your mouth with my penis would make me very happy," he told her. 

"Why, of course, dear," she said. "My daddy--likes that a lot." 

"What?" he demanded. "You mean you do that with your daddy?" 

"All the time," she said. "Daddy's real good at it." 

"Oh, that's awful," he told her. "You shouldn't do that." 

"Well, why not?" she demanded. "There's nothing wrong with that." 

"Oh yes, there is," he told her quickly. "It is wrong. Wrong." 

He realized how difficult the situation was now. Here was a mother fucker, 
talking to a father fucker. And he was becoming confused. 

"Well, Debbie," he said. "Let's see how good you are at giving blowjobs. You 
say you give good head?" 

"The best," she said, "At least daddy said I was better than all the rest." 

"I wish you wouldn't mention your Father," he told her, "That is a little 
nauseating for me to take." 

"There's nothing nauseating about it at all," she said. "As a 
matter-of-fact, daddy's long cock is a delight." 

He figured he better not argue anymore. 

She dropped to her knees and pulled his penis to her lips. As he felt her 
hot tongue lashing it, he could envision her having sex with her father in 
the same way. It bothered him. Then he thought about his mother doing it to 
him and he felt perhaps it was an equal evil. 

"Eat me," he smiled at her. 

"Not so fast, honey," she told him. "You got to build up to it. That's what 
daddy says." 

"Don't bring him into it anymore," he said nervously. "I'm sick and tired of 
hearing about you doing it with someone-else." 

"Well, you don't think I'd only have sex with you do you?" she stammered. 

"Well, I suppose not," he admitted. 

"I should say not," she told him. "I want to have a ball with every guy that 
I can." 

"That's what makes you so very popular on Saturday nights, isn't it?" he 
said angrily. 

"Well, that and a lot of other things," she said. "I just guess they think 
I'm a nice girl." 

"Yeah," he said. "Start sucking my cock." 

He told it to her like it was. He wanted her to tend to business. She was 
giving him the mouth action he loved. Now he kept his mouth shut and let her 
fasten her lips over the head of his penis. 

"Beautiful baby," he told her. "Just keep that up. Yes, baby, I like that." 

She let her mouth slip rapidly back and forth over his cockshaft. 

"Oh, I love that," he told her enthusiastically, "Yesss, baby, that's 
beautiful." 

Harder and harder and faster he kept it up. Now, he reached down and gripped 
her head. He held her in place, while he stabbed vigorously. 

"Bat it," he told her. "Yesss baby, eat me." 

It was sensational pleasure, such as he could hardly believe. 

"Ohhh, WOW!" he gasped excitedly. "That is too much. Keep it going, baby." 

It was sex as he never dreamed possible. He could hardly stand it now. 

"Oh, honey," he told her. "Now you're doing it. All the way baby. That's the 
way I like it. Keep it up, honey." 

Faster and faster he plunged it into her until he exploded. 

"I'm juicing, baby," he told her. "I made it." 

At the same time, in another bedroom, his mother was having a ball. 

"Well, Tyrone," she observed, "you're very well hung. How many inches is 
that thing?" 

"My long, black snake, Pearl, is roughly nine and a half inches." 

"Is that soft or hard?" she asked. 

"That's hard, honey," he told her. "And, baby, when I fuck, you know it." 

"Well, I can imagine with a thing like that stabbing into me," she laughed. 

"Will you like it?" he asked her. 

"Well, who wouldn't, honey?" she teased him. 

He was getting hotter and hotter now to do it to her. 

"All right, sweetheart," she smiled. "Let's get cracking." 

At this point she became more and more stimulated. 

"Baby," she said, "I want that great big cock of yours. I want it, like I've 
never wanted anything else." 

"Well, you're going to get it, sweetheart," he told her. "And I'm going to 
be the man to give it you." 

She looked at him, and suddenly he was grabbing. She was naked now. So as he 
stabbed his gigantic male member into her, she threw her legs around his 
waist just as she had done with her son. Tyrone's big black hands reached 
out and gripped her ass-cheeks. 

"Oh, baby," he panted. "This is going to be a wild time tonight. I see 
you're one of those turned on divorcees." 

"You better believe it," she said. "Sock it to me Tyrone." 

Tyrone pounded it into her and she loved it as she felt it slamming into her 
pussy. 

"More, baby," she told him. "I want every inch of that big cock of yours." 

Faster and faster he pounded it into her. He was enjoying it now more every 
moment. 

"Come on, baby," she panted. "That's what I like. Come on, honey, fuck me." 

She brushed her breasts over Tyrone's black chest. 

"I'm going to lick those nipples," he said, bending over. 

He couldn't bend over far enough, in this position. 

"When I pull this big: black cock out of you, honey," he told her, "then 
I'll give you some action." 

She enjoyed every second of his action. When he finally did pull out, she 
was amazed that he hadn't shot yet. 

"I like to save that big explosion until after I've done a lot of other 
things," he explained. 

He carried her over to the bed and she spread out. 

"I like to lick," he said. 

He wiggled his tongue in the air, his eyes ablaze with sexual excitement as 
he looked at her body. 

Then he began playing with her bosoms. She loved the feel of his hot tongue 
on her bosoms. 

"Oh, Tyrone baby," she told him, "That is fantastic. Lick me. love me. Now 
you're doing it. Yes, baby. Yes, baby!" 

His hot tongue was going to town now. Every moment he was more excited. 

"Oh, sweetheart," she told him, "I love that. Oh, honey, fuck me. Fuck me 
fast. Fuck me good." 

The rock-hard cock was stabbing in there now. Every moment was more 
pleasureable to him. "Oh, baby," he told her, "I can't stand this. 

Keep it up." 

There was no doubt about it, the passionate pleasure that they were feeling 
at this instant was almost more than she could bear. 

"Honey," she said, "get on top and let me rub your ass." 

Tyrone, straddling her, got on top of her. Then, he suddenly drove his 
gigantic male member into her. 

"Fuck it," she told him. "Fuck, baby, fuck!" 

He rammed it into her and she became so stimulated she could hardly stand 
it. 

"Oh, baby," he told her, "I love this. You have no idea how much I love 
this." 

The pleasure was building now, and she was going out of her mind with 
delight. 

"Throw your legs around me," he said. "And lock legs." 

She threw her legs around her young black lover's legs. 

As her legs were locked, she threw her pelvis forward. He pounded into her 
and laughed as he did so. 

"That's what they call fucking," he said. "How do you like that, baby?" 

"Oh, I like that fine," she told him. "Now you're doing it. All the way, 
baby. Fuck baby fuck." 

He was giving her a brutal screwing. But this was just what she needed. Hard 
and fast. 

"Oh, Tyrone baby," she begged him. "Give it to me. That's what I need. 
That's what I want. Yes, baby, yes." 

The savage pace of fucking continued. Every moment, she was accelerating her 
pace. 

"Oh. honey," she told him. "I love this. You have no idea how much I love 
it." 

It wasn't going to be much longer now and he knew it. 

"Oh, beautiful," he told her. "That's what I've always wanted. A real hot 
screw." 

She began snapping her pussy, clamping her vagina muscles around his 
slippery, black penis. 

"You sure know how to use that pussy." he told her, "You've got that pussy 
on fire." 

"Why, thank you, Tyrone," she complimented him. 

She patted his black bottom as he continued pounding into her. 

"How about sliding a finger up my ass-hole?" he asked her eagerly. 

"If that's what you want, baby," she told him, "I'll do it for you." 

She slid the finger up there, and his ass muscles gripped the finger. 

"Beautiful," she told him. "I really dig that." 

They were enjoying themselves immensely now. 

"Oh, baby," he told her. "I like that. I like that a lot." 

There was no doubt about it, they were enjoying themselves immensely. 

"Oh, sweetheart," he told her, "you have no idea how much fun it is screwing 
you." 

Now he used both hands to massage her breasts. She loved the sight of his 
black fingers on her white breasts. 

"Sweetheart," he told her. "You are wearing a wig." 

"Doesn't everybody?" she teased. 

"Well, I don't care," he said. "The important thing is what's down there 
between your legs." 

"Now you're talking, fucker," she said as she pulled her finger out of his 
ass-hole and clasped his black ass cheeks in her hand. 

"Fuck it," she begged him. "Fuck, baby, fuck! Yes, that's what I want. Now 
you're doing it. All the way, honey. Keep on fucking." 

The wild action, the hot lusty desires that were burning through their 
bodies now, were focusing on one thing. The climax. 

"I'm almost there," she sighed excitedly. "Oh 

Tyrone, keep that going. Keep it up." 

That thrilled him. He went on thrusting into her savagely, and she loved it. 
She had never had a black man's cock in her body before. Now she realized 
what all the talk was about. It was long and hard. More than that, the 
savage fury that prompted his thrust excited her imagination. She continued 
playing with his ass-cheeks, and then let her hands wander up his back. 

"Oh that's beautiful," she groaned in delight. "I love that. Yes, baby, 
that's wild fucking." 

There was no doubt about it, she was really enjoying herself now as she 
never had before. 

"Oh, baby," she groaned in delight. "You don't know how much fun that is." 

The pleasure that she felt at this point was remarkable indeed. 

"Sweetheart, you are too much. Keep fucking." 

She went on pushing forward, as he jabbed it to her. 

"Oh, baby," he told her, "that is too much!" 

Suddenly the big black cock exploded its white cream into her vagina. 

"Pearl baby," Tyrone panted, "I'm juicing. I don't know about you, but I 
sure as hell know about me." 

Now, she was juicing. The excitement was almost more than she could stand 
and her fingers were scratching his back. 

"You're hurting my back, Pearl," Tyrone complained. 

"Oh, I'm sorry, sweetheart," she said as she reached down to grip his firm, 
round behind and squeeze it. 

He continued pumping into her until he had finished shooting. Then, slowly, 
he pulled his dripping with cum cock out of her. 

As he lay beside her, she stroked his stomach. 

"My, what a flat stomach you have, honey," she told him. "I guess you take 
awfully good care of yourself." 

"Well I'm an athlete," he told her. "And someday I'm going to be a pro." 

"I'm sure you will," she said, reaching between his legs and feeling of his 
balls. 

"I like it when you do that to my balls," he told her. 

"They're big enough, aren't they, honey?" she smiled. 

"Well they have to be," he told her. "To hold all that cream I've got in 
them." 

"You know, honey," she told him, "I sure have enjoyed this session with 
you." 

"Well, don't think I haven't enjoyed it with you," he said. "You've been 
fucking around with that young cat out there?" 

Suddenly, guilt seized Ann. She thought she had been discovered. 

"Why no," she said. "Why would you say such a thing?" 

"Well, he gave you such a big buildup, Pearl," Tyrone explained. "I just 
figured it would be natural if he was screwing you." 

"Well, you couldn't be farther away from the truth," she told him. "As a 
matter-of-fact, I wouldn't have anything to do with him." 

"Well, why not?" he asked her. 

"Well I just figured," she said, "that it would be rather ridiculous to be 
screwing around with him because he's not my type." 

"Well, what's your type, honey?" he asked curiously. 

"Well, I prefer the top of the list black athletes," she said. "They're 
always in such great physical shape." 

"I take that as a compliment," he said, flashing her a happy smile. 

"Tyrone," she said, "how would you like it if I rode your cock?" 

"If you can get some more life into it," he said, "I'm perfectly willing." 

She went to the bathroom and got a washrag and soaked it in water. Then she 
came back and cleaned off his cock. 

"I'll get the life back in .this," she said. 

Bending over, she let her tongue lick over the cock she had just cleaned. 
She agitated his balls enough to get him stimulated. 

"I'm coming up," he said. "Look at that old cock rise again." 

She nodded as she straddled him. She slowly eased the head of his black cock 
into her slit. 

"Pump it to me, Tyrone," she pleaded. 

Tyrone thrust forward. As she felt it sliding in her farther and farther she 
became more stimulated. 

"Oh yes, baby," she begged him. "That's what I like. Now you're doing it. 
Keep doing it, honey." 

He rammed it in there, and she was becoming more excited every moment. 

"FUCK it," she begged him. "Fuck, baby, fuck! Now you're doing it. Yes. 
That's it. Oh yes, honey, all the way. I want that bad." 

He went on ramming it into her, and she was getting more and more excited 
every second. 

"You have no idea how much I enjoy this," he told her. "Yes, baby. That's 
what I need. Now you're doing it. All the way. Fuck, baby, fuck." 

He continued pumping it into her in savage thrusts. Every moment she was 
more stimulated, more excited and delighted with the action. 

"Oh I like that," she told him, "Yes, baby! That's the way I want it. Give 
it to me." 

He rammed it into her, all the way. And she enjoyed it so much that she 
began stroking his chest. He reached up and gripped her bosoms. He played 
with the nipples, and squeezed them. 

"I'm going to make you howl for it, Pearl," he told her. 

"Stop that, baby," she said. "You're hurting me." 

"But doesn't it hurt good, honey?' " he winked. 

She pumped vigorously now, hoping that she could get him to juice. She 
didn't particularly appreciate his tight, pinching fingers on her sensitive 
nipples. 

"You're a wild woman," he said. "You sure know how to fuck. Yes, the wild 
widow." 

She went on gripping his penis in her tight vagina. She ground her hips and 
he was becoming more and more stimulated with her action. 

"Oh yes, baby," he told her. "That's what I want. Now you're doing it. All 
the way. Fuck, baby, fuck! Ohhh, ahhh, yes. That's beautiful. Keep it going. 
Ohhh, yesss ... fuck me." 

Faster and faster he drove into her. Every thrust, had her more stimulated, 
more excited. 

"Oh, give it to me," he told her. "Yes, fuck fast. Now you're doing it. All 
the way, honey. Oh, give it to me, baby." 

Suddenly he juiced. As he juiced, he rolled his head back and forth on the 
pillow. 

"Ohhh now," he told her, "keep that tail twisting." 

He released her nipples, and reached for her ass. He held on tightly as she 
finished clasping her vagina tightly around his sliding black penis. 

When he had finished juicing, she slid off. Some of the cum was on her 
vagina hair. 

"Why don't you lie down beside me?" he asked. "And rest a minute." 

She lay down beside him and got to talking to him. 

"What's your home life like?" she asked him. 

"Hell, in one word," he said. "Momma is no damned good. She is busy working 
all the time. And I don't have any dad." 

"Well, everybody has a father," she said. "Of course you have one, Tyrone." 

"Well I don't have a father to own up to it," he said. "And I miss him." 

"That is too bad," she said. "It really is. Every boy needs a father." 

"And a mother who's in the home," he said. "I had to bring myself up." 

"That's too bad," she said. 

"It sure as hell is," he told her. "But maybe if I had a nice mother who 
would fix meals for me and give me some advice, I wouldn't be the way I am." 

"There's nothing wrong with you, Tyrone," she told him. "You really are a 
marvelous human being." 

"There's plenty wrong with me," he told her. "All kinds of things. I rob and 
I take dope now and then. I don't know as I'll ever be that black athlete I 
want to be. I mean, a star black athlete." 

"Well, not if you get caught stealing. Or if you get hooked on drugs, you'll 
never make it. You got to stay off that." 

"Well everybody's addicted to something," Tyrone reminded her. "Jeff said 
you were hooked on sex." 

She looked at him, and she had to agree with him. It tortured her mind to 
realize how accurate he was. 

"You know you're right," she said. "You're dead right." 

"Well sure I am," he said. "You can't want anything so bad that it possesses 
you." 

"Where did you get all that wisdom?" she asked nervously. 

"Oh, my psychology teacher told me that," he said. "If you're going to be a 
man, you got to be the master of the situation. Otherwise, the situation 
masters you, and you're a slave." 

"You don't want to be a slave, do you Tyrone?" she asked him. 

"Nobody wants to be a slave to anything or anyone," he said. 

"You're a smart kid," she told him. 

"I would be if I could apply what I know I should do," he said. "Like stop 
taking drugs, stop stealing and use my head." 

"Well you use that head between your legs pretty well." she smiled at him. 

"Maybe too good," he said. "Maybe I get so eager to have action down there, 
that I forget the important things." 

"It's important that you have fun," she told him. "It really is, baby. I 
don't blame you one bit for wanting a good time." 

At this moment, there was a knock on the door. 

"You two through?" he son Jeff asked. 

"Had a great fuck with the wild widow," Tyrone told him. 

Tyrone opened the door, and Jeff stood there and looked at his mother with 
Ty. 

"Did you enjoy it?" he asked her. 

Now she was so nervous and uptight as she saw him with his young lover 
beside him that she couldn't reply. 

"Cat got you tongue?" Tyrone asked. 

"I just want to be alone," she said. 

"She's moody," Jeff observed. "Better get your clothes on and leave Tyrone." 

"Well, sure," he said. "I'll put my clothes on. I'll leave." 

It didn't take Tyrone long to put his clothes on. When he had gone with Jeff 
and Jeff's girlfriend, Ann was left alone with her thoughts, with her 
troubling thoughts and her own terrible fear of the future. This was what 
troubled her: How could she face the future when she knew in her heart she 
was doing the wrong thing. She felt as if she had not only betrayed her 
husband, but betrayed her son and betrayed herself. That was what really 
hurt. 

 CHAPTER SIX 

Ann Harrington had to make a big decision. A decision, that troubled her no 
end. But finally she decided that she must be the selfless mother and make 
her pleas to her son to save him from the girls who would destroy him. One 
evening she suggested they go out to dinner. 

"What's up, Mom?" he demanded. 

"Why, Jeff," she laughed, "does something have to be up before we can go 
out?" 

"Yes," he said. "I'm sure you have something up your sleeve Mom." 

"Don't be ridiculous dear," she said. "I just thought it would be nice if we 
went out for dinner. Your Father doesn't care much about either of us. He is 
busy getting us set up for the new location." 

"Yeah," he said. "He's been staying away a long time." 

"That's part of what I want to speak to you about tonight, dear," she said. 
"But no further talk now. You go on to school, and have a wonderful day." 

As he kissed her, he smiled at her. 

"Happiness is having a mom like you," he told her. 

"Thank you, dear," she said her eyes growing misty. 

Ann was a sentimental woman who adored her son. And she could see no reason 
why she and her son couldn't get along better. It troubled her to think that 
there was any division between them ever. 

That evening, they did go out to dinner. They went to a fashionable spot 
where a large fireplace was in the center of the room. 

"Could you seat us somewhere near the fireplace?" she asked. "I just love 
fireplaces." 

"Why certainly, ma'am," the waiter told her. 

She was delighted to sit by the fire. As the flickering fire light played 
across her face, Jeff asked her quietly, "And how do you like it here?" 

"It's just wonderful," she told him. "Just wonderful." 

She was pleased, and delighted. She was happy that they were alone. After a 
martini, she began talking to him a bit confidentially. "Dear," she said, "I 
have some rather bad news to report to you. I'm not sure your Father is 
coming back at all." 

"Did he write that to you, Mom?" he asked her. 

"No," she said. "I got it through the grapevine. Mabel, my friend at the 
office told me what had happened. It seems that your Father took Joyce to 
Des Moines." 

"No," Jeff said. "You mean he took that slut and left us." 

"That's what I hear," she said. "He chose a slut over us, son. Can you 
imagine that?" 

"Damn him," Jeff said. "He has every right to be loyal to you." 

"Of course he does," she said. "And don't think it doesn't burn the hell out 
of me, every time I think of it." 

"Oh, Mom," he said, "you've had such a hard life. You've been cheated and 
double crossed all your life haven't you?" 

"I certainly have honey," she said. "And I won't keep it a secret, I think 
I've got a raw deal with your dad." 

Then she looked at him quietly. 

"I'm contemplating suing for divorce, dear," she said. "But that will 
require you speaking on my behalf in court. I want you to tell the court or 
the judge or whatever the terrible things that your Father has said to me." 

"You mean like after he was loaded and all?" Jeff asked, trying to determine 
what his role in the court would be. 

"That's right, dear," she said. "I want the court to know what he has done. 
It is terrible and disgusting, but I think we can get even. I think we will 
get the house as part of the settlement. And at least one car." 

"And can I drive the car, Mom?" he asked eagerly. 

"I was thinking of giving that car to you dear," she said. "And I will get 
another car. What with the gas shortage and all, we really should buy 
something small and compact." 

"Oh, Mom," he said, "I will do anything to help you." 

"I thought you would, dear," she said. "And I realize the car has nothing to 
do with it It's loyalty-and love. The car is just a bonus that I feel you 
richly deserve for being such a wonderful son to me." 

"No boy ever had a better mom," he said, shaking his head in wonder and awe. 

They enjoyed their delicious meal, and that evening after they had gone home 
she told him quite frankly what she wanted to do. 

"I think we should give each other the sexual satisfaction that we need, 
with no holds barred. Don't let foolish fears or thoughts that it may be 
evil frighten you off, my dear. You need the sexual release, just as I do. 
And there is nothing wrong or disgusting about having sex." 

"Oh, Mom," he bubbled enthusiastically. "I am only too glad to help you. 
When do I get the car?" 

"Well, you can't be driving at eleven o'clock at night," she said. 

"Well, no." I don't mean that," he said. "I mean, how soon after the 
divorce?" 

"The day after the divorce decree becomes final," she told him. 

"Oh, that's good," he told her. 

It was indeed easy for him to see precisely what the situation was. 

"Honey," she smiled, "You don't know how much you mean to me. You really 
don't, dear." 

Reaching down, she unzipped his fly. She reached in and began massaging his 
long penis. 

"And this means a lot to me, too," she said. "It really does. Every woman 
needs one of these things. And, there is nothing lovelier than the lashing 
tongue to give pleasure." 

"I couldn't agree with you more, Mom," he told her. "I think that if people 
would fuck and suck more, the world would be a better place to live in." 

"Well, they sure as hell would be better off then killing each other in wars 
all the time," she said. "But you mustn't talk that way to anyone else, 
dear. They wouldn't understand." 

"Well, I'm sure they wouldn't," he said. "There are a lot of fucked up 
people in the world." 

"You can say that again," she said empathically. 

"All right, I will." He smiled. "There are an awful lot of fucked up people 
in the world." 

As they got into bed, they both looked at each other hungrily. 

"How about a sixty-nine?" she suggested. 

"You know that one, Mom?" He laughed. 

"Do I know it?" she said. "You bet I do. Don't you remember I did a 
sixty-nine with you once?" 

"That's right," he admitted. "I remember it. We had a ball, didn't we?" 

They were having a good time now, laughing. 

"Let me tell you something," she said. "You really do me a world of good. 
There is something, that I need in your body. I can't find it with anyone 
else. I don't understand it. I don't want to think that I could never let 
you go, but right now I've got to have you." 

"I understand, Mom," he admitted. 

Now she was tugging on his penis as she parted his legs. She patted his 
ass-cheeks and slowly slid a finger around his ass-hole. 

"Oh, that feels good," he told her. "Real good!" 

She began licking the head of his penis and then she grasped it tightly. 

"Oh, Mom," he panted. "I love that" 

She was doing her thing, but getting a little perturbed over the fact that 
he wasn't down there licking at her pussy. 

"Now lick it," she told him. "Lick that pussy." 

She was really turned on when she felt him letting his tongue slip all over 
her vagina. 

"Oh yes, honey," she groaned in delight. "I love that. Oh, baby, keep doing 
me. That's beautiful." 

The hot pleasure, was building. He was enjoying it more every moment. 

"Eat my pussy," she pleaded. "Come on, baby, eat it!" 

His hot tongue savagely swept inside of her, licking the velvety vagina 
walls. He had her so excited she was shaking. 

"Oh, Mom," he told her. "You are too much." 

He nibbled at her clit and then went on lashing away. The hot tongue lashes 
sweeping over her love button got Ann there. Suddenly she was juicing. 
Momentarily, she slipped her mouth over his penis shaft. She rolled her head 
from side to side as she clutched the sheets in her hands. 

"Eat my pussy," she pleaded. "Eat my pussy." 

It was as if she was scoring a victory. For so long, she had tried to get 
her husband to go down there and take care of her there. At last she was 
getting what she craved, what she wanted, what she needed. 

"Oh baby," he groaned in delight, "I love that." 

The sensational pleasure that they were enjoying now was bringing a new 
dimension of sexual delight her way. 

She gripped his penis and licked the head of it. Then she went down the 
length of it on the underside. Reaching his balls, she let her tongue sweep 
over them and licked. She saw them swelling in size, and this stimulated 
her. 

"Oh, keep that up, Mom," he told her. "I really dig that." 

She continued licking, and got him more and more excited. 

Now she really was steamed up for action. 

"Oh, baby," he gasped excitedly. "This is what I like. Yesss, that's what I 
like." 

It wasn't going to be much longer now. She once more, slid her mouth over 
his penis. Then, she licked quickly. Suddenly the desire seized her to slide 
her pussy over it. She moved her body around so she could grab his cock and 
guide it in. As it slid past her pussy, he howled with delight. 

"Oh, you're really on fire tonight," he told her. "I love the way you grab 
it with your pussy muscles." 

She gripped it tightly with her vagina muscles. And the excitement that she 
felt as this took place was remarkable indeed. 

"Oh WOW!" she panted. "This is sensational." 

Her hands were on him as she played with his back. Reaching down, she parted 
his ass-cheeks and touched the inner thigh. He loved the sensation of her 
finger massaging his prostrate gland. 

"Ohhh, Mom," he groaned in delight. "I really love what you're doing now." 

The pleasure that he was enjoying at this point was remarkable indeed. 

"Ohhh, sweetheart," she sighed, "fuck me! Fuck me hard, fuck me fast. Fuck 
me good." 

Her words prompted him to reeve up his gun. As his rock-hard cock slammed in 
there, she became more and more stimulated. 

Squeezing his cock in her vagina with all of her might she suddenly stabbed 
her finger up his tight ass-hole. He loved the feeling of her finger gliding 
up there. 

"Fuck it," he begged her. "Fuck, baby, fuck." 

The pleasure now built to a passionate pitch. 

"Oh WOW!" he panted. "That's super!" 

Suddenly he juiced. As his balls exploded and Ann felt the creamy cum 
gushing in her, she panted passionately, "Oh I love you baby, I love you." 

His lips merged with hers and soon he was Frenching her. 

She loved the feel of his hot tongue sliding in there. It was a new 
dimension of pleasure that she had never experienced before. 

Everything was going beautifully for them both. Until his father came home. 

"Son," he began, "I am thinking of divorcing your Mother. And I want you to 
come live with me." 

"I couldn't do that," Jeff said abruptly. 

"Why couldn't you, Son?" he demanded. 

"Well it wouldn't be right to desert, Mom," Jeff said defensively. 

"She deserted me a long time ago," his Father told him. "And your loyalty 
doesn't have to be divided. You are my son, just as much as you are her 
son." 

"Dad," he asked him, "Is it true you're playing around with your secretary?" 

"Yes," he said. "It is. But your mom and I were not mated correctly, "You 
were mated correctly enough to have me," he said. 

"It was different then, Son," he said. "When your mom and I started out we 
had nothing. Nothing, but each other and our love. Then, we meant something 
to each other. Later, when I made a lot of money, she began caring more for 
things than me. It was then I fell out of love with her." 

"Well that's too bad, Dad," Jeff said. "It really is. I wish there was some 
way that we could retrieve this mess." 

"There's no way," his father assured him. 

Now, he became vitally concerned with his son's sex life. 

"Jeff," he said. "I'm worried about you. I don't see you dating like the 
other guys." 

Guilt surged through Jeff, as he thought how horrified his father would be 
if he ever got wind of the fact that he was playing around with his own 
mother. 

"Don't let it bug you, Dad," he laughed nervously. 

"But it does, son," he told him. "Now that I'm relaxed again, away from your 
mom and all the things that were blurring my brain, I see things clearly." 

"Like what?" he asked abruptly. 

"Well, for one thing, Son," he told him, "I want to tell you this. You must 
know by now that at your age you are the sexiest you will ever be. And you 
need some sexual outlet." 

"What are you leading up to, Dad?" Jeff asked. 

"Well," he said, "I know a real great gal who loves to have sex with cats 
your age." 

"Are you pimping for somebody?" he demanded. 

His dad's face grew white with anger. 

"How dare you talk that way to your own father?" he demanded. 

"Well, it's true isn't it, Dad?" he asked. "You're trying to set me up with 
some dame." 

"For your own good, Son," he assured him. "For your own good." 

"Forgive me, Dad," he said, "if I have been abrupt. I didn't mean to be." 

"I know you didn't," his father said. 

Now he looked at his Father sternly. 

"What is the gal like?" he demanded. 

"Well, she has beautiful bosoms," Ted said. "A slim waist and gorgeous hips. 
I'm sure that you would really enjoy balling her." 

"How much does the chick charge?" he demanded. 

"You wouldn't have to pay anything," Ted said. "I just want to get you 
started on the right track. Do you understand?" 

"Sure, I understand." Jeff nodded. 

It was becoming obvious to him now what the score was. 

"You know," he enthused, "We are really going to have a wonderful time." 

"Well, I certainly hope so," he said. 

It was becoming increasingly apparent to him what the situation was. 

"I've worried a lot about you, Son," his dad said. "I've worried that you 
were not the man you should be. Every young boy ought to have some 
experiences." 

"But what about getting VD?" he asked nervously. 

"That's your old mom, pumping you full of fear," he said. "No wonder you 
can't get your rocks off with that worrywart around your neck." 

"Don't talk about mom like that," Jeff said angrily. "She doesn't mean no 
harm." 

"Oh, I know she doesn't mean any harm," Ted said. "But she's trouble. 
Trouble all the time." 

"Knock it off, Dad," he said. "If you want me to go along with this, knock 
it off." 

"All right, Son," he said. "I think I ought to focus on the birds and the 
bees." 

"I wish you would, Dad," Jeff said curiously. "I think a father's place is 
to tell a son about sex and women." 

"Well, I do too," Ted said. "That's why I am arranging this little date." 

As they went on talking, it became obvious to Jeff that his Father was 
getting a big charge out of relating the various facts about sex to him. 

"Now remember," he said, "women are different than men. They are much more 
sensitive. Men tend to be crude. Women have a very sensitive disposition 
when it comes to sex, and you have to do different things to satisfy them, 
then you would just to satisfy yourself." 

"You're saying be unselfish. Is that it, Dad?" he asked his father. 

"Yes, in a way you might say that," he said. "It is vital that you learn how 
to make passionate love to a woman before you insert your penis. The 
insertion of the penis is the last thing you do. And you can really enjoy it 
when you do do it if you have set the groundwork." 

"It's like a game plan." Jeff laughed. 

"Well, that's about it, son," he said. 

It was becoming a bit embarrassing for Jeff's father to tell him all that he 
thought he should do. Nevertheless, he felt it was his fatherly duty to 
inform his son of all of the various things that he might do to improve his 
sex life. 

"Son," he told him, "the tongue has been getting real popular in sex 
nowadays. The penis used to do it all for a long time, and now they're going 
back to the tongue." 

"Well, that's interesting," Jeff said. "That's real interesting." 

"Yes, it is," Ted told him. "The important thing is to do a lot of licking 
and sucking. The breasts will be very responsive. And I'm sure that you will 
enjoy it if you try it and do it just right." 

"You don't have to worry about me, none," Jeff told him, "If it is done 
correctly, you can be sure I will enjoy it, too." 

"Now, with the breasts," Ted continued. "I would suggest that you massage 
one breast while you lick the other. Use your fingertips when you massage, 
and do it gently. Whatever you do, don't be rough." 

"Right on," Jeff replied. 

As his father went on relating how to make love, Jeff was becoming more and 
more aware of what a difficult thing it would be. 

"Now," he said, "It's a good idea to slip a pillow under her ass. Have her 
throw her legs up in the air, and then you do your thing with your tongue." 

For a moment, Jeff thought he should ask his Father a few more things. 

"I want to ask you something," he demanded. "Could you tell me about the 
best way to fuck." 

"Well, that depends upon each person," he said. "The important thing if you 
ask me is to find the way that pleases you most. A lot of men like to do it 
with the woman on top. But most men, I would wager, enjoy being on top. It 
gives the man the dominant position. The knees can be pressed against the 
bed and the old cock drives in there." 

"Well, it sounds pretty exciting to me," he said. 

The pleasure that they were going to enjoy now was going to be great and he 
knew it. He could hardly wait to see the girl. 

"Well, tell me about this dame you've got lined up for me," Jeff told him. 
"I ought to know something about her." 

"Well sure," he said. "She's a model. And she does a lot of modeling, but 
she hustles on the side too." 

"Well, do you think," he asked, "that she would enjoy having sex with me?" 

"Oh, I'm sure of it," Ted said. "She enjoys sex with the youngest studs 
because they have the best endurance records, she says." 

"Endurance?" Jeff asked, puzzled by what his father meant. 

"Why yes, Son," he explained. "She--likes a man Who can do it over and over. 
Women can take a lot more action than men can. Many men wear out after a 
fuck or two. Women can go on and on. After all, they just lie back and let 
the guy hammer away." 

"Well, that's true," Jeff agreed. 

"I guess I shouldn't mention this to mom," Jeff said, hoping he could 
persuade his father to say absolutely nothing, knowing how furious she would 
be if she knew. 

"Well, of course," Ted said. "I wasn't born yesterday. I know how your 
mother is." 

"So do I," Jeff said. 

As his father continued talking to him about the beautiful model, he got 
more and more excited. 

"When do we get together with the model," he asked his dad. 

"Well, shortly," Ted said. "Don't worry about it." 

"Well, I'm not worried about it," he said. "But I am getting anxious." 

The pleasure that was building at this point was remarkable indeed. And he 
was becoming more and more stimulated at the prospect of having a good fuck. 

Finally his father said, "Now some men would think I was terrible to suggest 
sex to my son. But I am trying to do what I think is right. Please 
understand that." 

"I understand," he told him. "And I don't think you're doing the wrong 
thing. Relax." 

"Dad," Jeff said as an afterthought, "Should I use a rubber?" 

"Wearing a rubber, is like putting a raincoat on and trying to fuck. It's 
impossible." 

"Well, I guess you're right," he said. 

It was perfectly obvious to him, that the wisest way would be to slip it 
into her au natural. 

As they went on talking, he got hotter and hotter to ball her. 

"Now this woman can teach you a lot of ways of fucking," Ted said. 

"That is true," Jeff replied. 

The pleasure was building in his mind. And he could wait for the action to 
take place. 

When his father had finished talking to him, he did feel closer to his 
father than ever before. 

"Now, Son," he said, "when I get the divorce would you like to live with 
me?" 

"You'll have to let me think about it," he said. 

"Well, give it a lot of thought," he said. 

He was determined to give it a lot of thought. But he realized also that it 
would be quite a predicament if his mother knew what he was getting involved 
in. 

When he was alone with his mother later, she questioned him in detail about 
his conversation with his father. Yet he did everything in his power not to 
say anything that would betray the confidence. 

"Well what did your dear father have to say?" she asked. 

"Plenty," he said. 

"He usually does," she said. 

"Yes," he said. "That is true. But it really is disgusting to think of him 
coming back here and probably trying to lure you away with him after all 
he's done to you." 

"Knock it off, Mom," he said. "I don't like to think about it." 

"Dear," she said, "Let's face it. Your father is awful. And you should be 
grateful to me for exposing: him." 

"Well, I'm not," he said. 

"What do you mean standing up for the bastard?" she demanded. 

"That's no way to talk about him," he said. "He's not perfect, but he is my 
dad." 

"Don't remind me," she said. "It make me furious every time I think about 
the fact I married him." 

"Mom," he said, "You're prejudice against him. Don't you see that?" 

"Well maybe I am, Son," she admitted. "After all he's done to me, I can't 
exactly feel much love for him." 

"I can understand that," he said. "But you go too far." 

"Do I?" she demanded. "Well there's one thing I never told you about your 
father." 

"What's that?" he asked. 

"He tried to poison me one time," she said. "And I didn't appreciate it." 

That stunned Jeff. He stood there, looking at her in disbelief. 

"How do you know he did?" he asked defensively, realizing that if his father 
did this, it was an indirect reflection on him. 

"Well, dear," she said. "It was when he first started playing around with 
other women. We were working together one afternoon and we were painting an 
apartment we had then. I was shocked when I found that he had placed some 
paint thinner in a glass in the bathroom. He was washing his hands in there 
and he claimed that he just poured a little in the glass to wash his hands 
off. However, when I came in to get a glass of water at night, I put some 
water in it and didn't notice the little paint thinner in the bottom of the 
glass. It almost killed me. They had to rush me to the hospital and I had my 
stomach pumped. Of course, your father always said it was an accident. But I 
don't think it was. He was acting terrible that day. He was acting as if he 
didn't care if he got rid of me. Can you imagine such a thing?" 

"No, I can't," Jeff said nervously. "I can't imagine dad doing anything like 
that. That is just your evil imagination," he told her. 

"Is it, Son?" she asked, "Is it just that?" 

"I won't believe it," he said. 

"Now you've spoken the truth," she said. "Certainly you won't believe it 
because you don't want to. Oh, I understand. I understand very well." 

"Mom," he said, "I think you are so crazy about me that you would resort to 
anything to keep me." 

"That's a fine thing to say," she said. "I reveal to you one of the most 
intimate, horrifying things I ever went through and that is your response. 
You ought to be ashamed of yourself." 

"Well, I'm not," he said. "I think you're being much too hard on dad. And I 
don't know about the divorce court action. I just don't think I could get up 
there and talk against my own father." 

"What?" she shrieked, realizing what a little bit of alimony she would 
probably get if her son didn't defend her. 

"No. I'm telling you the truth," he said. "I've been thinking about it a 
lot, Mom. And I just don't think I can get up there and tell everybody in 
the world about our dirty linen." 

"That's a nice thing," she said. "After all I've done for you, to turn on me 
like this." 

"I knew you would interpret it that way," he said. "And I'm ashamed of you." 

"Gratitude," she said. "Yes, gratitude. That's what you haven't got." 

"Well, Mom," he said, "You can't control me completely. I think that you 
have tried to seize my life, and direct it in the way that you wanted me to 
go. It won't work Mom." 

"I don't appreciate it," she said, "to have you talk to me like this. I have 
done everything in my power, to be a good mother. You know that." 

"Well, I don't think you would win any awards," he said. "How many sons 
screw their own mother?" 

"Why, Jeff," she said abruptly. "You're not talking like yourself. Have you 
found someone else to love?" 

"Yes," he said, "I have." 

"Who?" she demanded. "Who have you found?" 

"I found me," he told her. 

"What are you talking about?" she asked nervously, "What in hell are you 
talking about?" 

"I didn't care enough for myself," he explained. "And now I do. It's 
different, now." 

"Well," she said. "This certainly is an ego game. You are saying that you 
can't love yourself properly, and love me too. That's a lot of hog-wash." 

"Is it, Mom?" he asked. "How could I go in the world, and tell people I was 
in love with my own mother. What would they think of us if they knew what we 
do in secret? They wouldn't think much, I'll tell you that." 

"What do we give a damn about what people in the world think? she said, 
"Isn't our love bigger than that?" 

"It's your warped view of love," Jeff said. "It makes you think that I have 
to fuck you. You're not trying to protect me from other women, you're trying 
to possess me. You're trying to keep me for yourself. Well I see it clearly 
now." 

She was so stunned she could hardly stand it. She had looked at him and she 
tried to relax, but she couldn't. She got to her feet and began pacing the 
floor. Then, turning around, she glared at him. 

"Your father's put you up to this," she said. "That evil bastard, has done 
something to queer us." 

"No, Mom," he said. "That isn't true at all. Dad never said anything awful 
about you. But he does recognize that I have to have some other relationship 
with other women." 

"Just as I said," she said shrugging sadly. "He's turned you against me. Has 
he suggested some other relationship?" 

At this moment, Jeff didn't know what to do. His mother had backed him up 
into a corner, and now she was about to spring the information from him that 
his father said he should never reveal. 

"You're not answering my question, dear," she said. "Would you please answer 
my question?" 

"If you must know," he said, "yes! Dad thinks I ought to have some older 
woman teach me about screwing. And I'm sure he doesn't think you are the 
woman to do it." 

"That foul, vile, disgusting bastard," she shrieked. "He would tear you away 
from my pure love, to throw you to the rotten woman that he runs around 
with. Who is it? Is he going to share you with Joyce?" 

"You shouldn't have said that, Mom," Jeff said. "Dad probably will marry 
Joyce. Of course he wouldn't think of such a thing. But there are women who 
can teach young boys where it's at. And that's the type of woman he wants 
for me. Now just relax, Mom." 

It didn't take her long to realize what the score was. 

"He's turned you against me," she exclaimed, "I can see it all so clearly 
now. And it makes me sick." 

"Now, Mom," he said. "I still love you. But not that way anymore. We've had 
our last sex together." 

"No, baby," she sobbed. "No, baby, don't ever say that. You don't know what 
it does to me to think of never having you again. It's like putting me in a 
prison. I would die without you baby." 

"No you wouldn't, Mom," he said. "You just think you would. You don't give a 
damn about what happens to me. What if I grow up twisted and warped and 
sick? How could I hold my head high if I was carrying on with you all the 
time?" 

"No, baby," she sobbed, "No, you can't throw yourself at some cheap slut. I 
won't let you." 

"You can't force me to do anything, Mom," he told her. 

 CHAPTER SEVEN 

It was evident to Ann what the score was and she was tormented. She realized 
that she had no control over him. A couple of days later, Jeff informed her 
that he was going to dinner with his father. 

"Just dinner?" she asked suspiciously. 

"What's it to you, Mom?" he demanded. 

"Plenty, dear," she said. "Plenty." 

She didn't get any more words about what he planned to do, or where he was 
going. He left the house, and his father picked him up in the car outside. 

"You didn't tell your mom anything?" his father asked him. 

"No," he said, looking back at the house. And then he saw her going toward 
her car. It bothered him, as he couldn't help wondering where she was going. 
He hoped that she wouldn't be following them. 

When they got to the restaurant, his father began giving him instructions. 

"Now son," he said. "I've got the motel room all set up. And you're going to 
enjoy this dame. I'm sure, that she will give you just what you require. The 
main thing is to relax." 

"Don't worry about me, Dad," young Jeff informed his father. "I've had sex 
before." 

"Well, if you have," he said, "I guess I don't need to tell you about it. 
You know already." 

"Yes dad," he said. "I know plenty about it. And I can take care of myself." 

"Good for you, Son," Ted told him. "I want you to do your best to give this 
dame a good screwing. It's costing me a little. But it's worth it." 

Looking at his father with gratitude, young Jeff nodded. 

"I can't thank you enough," he told him. "I do appreciate what you have 
done." 

Now it was time for the introduction. They left the restaurant and went to a 
nearby motel. Out of the corner of his eye, Jeff thought he saw a car that 
looked like his mom's car. It worried him. 

"What's bothering you, Jeff?" his father said. "You getting cold feet?" 

Jeff breathed deeply and got a hold of himself. 

"Nothing, Dad," he said. "Nothing." 

They went into the motel together and then his father introduced him to the 
brunette who was waiting inside. 

"This is Jan," he said. "And Jan, I want you to meet Jeff." 

"Well, hi Jeff," Jan smiled. "Your dad has told me a lot about you. He says, 
that it is time you learn a few things about life." 

"I'd like to learn them from you," Jeff smiled shyly. 

"And I would like to teach those things to you," she said. "It will help you 
out with all women." 

The father caught on quickly that the two of them were getting along 
magnificently. 

"Well I'll leave you two alone now," he said. "I guess everything is under 
control." 

He left them and Jan immediately suggested a drink. 

"Let's begin with a drink, baby," she said. "I have some wonderful bourbon 
here. Would you like a bourbon and seven?" 

"Yeah," he told her. "That sound real good." 

She fixed the bourbon and seven, and then they both started drinking. 

"You've got a real nice dad," she told him. 

"Yes I have," he assured her. 

"I wonder," she said, "what we should do first." 

"Well, I'd just like to get a look at you," he told her. 

"You're looking at me." She laughed. "With no clothes on," he told her. "Oh 
sure." She smiled. 

She began undressing, and as she did so he observed that she was wearing 
very attractive undergarments. She had a pair of black lace panties and a 
black bra on her that really turned him on. Her breasts were spilling out of 
her black bra and he could easily see the outline of her body through her 
sheer panties. 

"Oh, you look good enough to eat." He smiled at her. 

"Well, honey," she said, "It's nice that you should suggest that. I'd love 
to have you eat me. Any time." 

As he looked at her vagina, which was easy to see through her panties, he 
detected moisture. 

"You want to feel me?" she asked. 

"I'd love to, Jan," he said, moving closer to her. 

He pulled down her panties and let his hand slip down there. 

"Baby," he said, "you really are beautiful." 

Dropping to his knees, he pulled down her panties. Then, as if he was 
worshipping her vagina, he let his hot tongue start licking. 

"Oh, I like that," she said. "You have marvelous tongue movement. It's 
almost as if you instinctively knew how to make love. You're better than 
your father." 

"What?" he asked, pulling his tongue out and using it to talk now. 

"Didn't your father tell you?" Jan smiled calmly, "I thought sure he told 
you that I had a lot of father and son fucking arrangements." 

"Well, no," he said. "This comes as news to me." 

"Well, that wasn't nice of him," she said. "It's a shame he didn't tell 
you." 

It didn't take the two of them long to get into the bed. And when he was on 
the bed, she suggested something. 

"I would love it, dear," she said, "if you would straddle fuck me." 

"Straddle fuck?" he asked. "How is that done?" 

"Well, dear," she said, "you just straddle me. You put your knees on either 
side of me and you lower your ass over my bosoms. You wiggle up and down on 
my breasts, and tease me with that great big cock of yours. I'll peel it 
back and forth, and you'll love it." 

It didn't take him long to get into position. As he felt his bare bottom 
colliding with her bosoms, electrical waves of sexual pleasure flashed 
through his body. 

"Yes," he told her. "This feels real good. I like it." 

"I thought you would, dear," she said. 

The pleasure was mounting in his body now and she was becoming more and more 
stimulated. 

At this point, her mouth opened. 

"I want to take you in, love," she said. "All the way in." 

He thrust his cock into her mouth. Her lips fastened around the penis head 
and now he was ramming it back and forth. She jiggled his balls and 
alternately played with his behind. 

"Oh, Jan," he told her. "You are fantastic. I haven't had a screw like this 
in a long time. Oh, lover, keep it up." 

The pulsating pleasure that was surging through his body was remarkable. He 
wasn't worried about mom now. He was having a ball, and that was all that 
mattered. 

"Eat my meat," he told her. "That's beautiful, Jan. Oh, yes. Fasten your 
lips on it." 

Her lips fastened tightly around his penis. The pleasure became so intense, 
so devastating that he knew that he would be juicing in her face in a 
moment. 

"Keep it up," he told her. "Keep it up, baby." 

It wasn't going to be much longer now. The hot juice exploded in her mouth. 

"Gulp it, baby," he told her. "Swallow my sperm." 

Just being able to tell a woman that and watch her eating him greedily gave 
him a feel of masculine pride, maturity and delight. 

Pulling off her, he let him mouth sweep down to her beautiful vagina. His 
hot tongue swept along her slit. 

"Go ahead, dear," she said. "Eat me." 

The hot tongue plunged in there. As his tongue began licking her velvety 
vagina walls, she became more and more stimulated. 

"Oh baby," he told her, "I love that! That's a lot of fun." 

Indeed, he did enjoy it. And she was enjoying: it too. Her hot thighs 
embraced his cheeks as he kept his head bent over there. 

"Oh, do it, baby," she told him. "That's what I want you to do, baby. Plunge 
right in there." 

She was turned on to see how excited he was. And she wasn't going to stop 
now. Locking her legs around him, she reached down to grip his head and 
guide him. 

"Eat it," she panted eagerly. "Oh, honey, do it. That's what I need. Do it, 
baby." 

She delighted in having a young stud lover. She thrilled to his youth and 
his innocence. 

"Oh, baby," she groaned as she felt herself juicing. "You don't know how 
good that feels to me." 

The sensational pleasure that she was deriving from having sex with him was 
driving her out of her gourd. 

"Honey," she panted, "I think so much of you, you can't understand." 

Indeed, there was something remarkable that she felt at this moment. For his 
hot, innocent young tongue, was the type of tongue that she thrilled to 
most. She had had plenty of men slipping into her pussy in every conceivable 
way. They used their fingers, they used their cocks and they used their 
tongues. But the one type of sex, that Jan enjoyed most was when she could 
convince a young man that he should go down on her. She felt she was helping 
him preserve his marriage later. 

When he had pulled out, she caught sight of his gigantic cock. 

"What are you going to do with that now?" she asked him. 

"Fuck you, Jan," he laughed. 

Jan threw her legs up in the air as she placed a couple of pillows under her 
ass-cheeks. 

"I'm ready, baby," she smiled. "You're getting set honey." 

Now, the thrills were just beginning. He gripped her ass-cheeks proudly and 
slipped his penis between her vagina lips. As she felt that stiff penis 
jabbing into her, she became more and more excited. 

"Eh, baby," he told her. "You are too much. You really turn me on." 

"Good," he told her, "I like to excite you." 

There was no doubt in her mind that she was enjoying herself. 

"Honey," she told him, "Lower your ass a little. I want to play with it." 

He angled his body so that her hands had easy access to his behind. As she 
reached for his ass-cheeks, she squeezed them. 

"Oh, yes!" she gasped excitedly. "That's what I like. Now you're doing it. 
Fuck, baby, fuck." 

The wild thrashing movements were increasing. 

"Come on, sweetheart," he told her. "That's what I want you to do. Let's 
give it." 

The rapid fire fucking jabs were producing the pleasure she wanted most of 
all. Now she was so turned on she was trembling. 

"Beautiful, baby," he told her. "Just what I like. Now you're doing it. All 
the way, honey." 

The sensational pleasure that she was enjoying now was increasing. 

"Oh, honey," she panted. "Juice! Juice! Give it to me." 

The hot creamy fluid gushed out of her vagina. As she felt him gushing, 
electrical thrills flashed through her body. She juiced at the same time 
coming in multiple orgasms. 

"I'm coming, baby," she gasped excitedly. "Can you tell, lover? Oh, honey, 
I'm juicing." 

The juice was spurting on his penis, giving it nature's moist lubrication. 

He continued pumping into her until he had shot his gun. 

Slipping out of her, she grinned at him. 

"You're really getting your rocks off tonight, aren't you, lover boy?" she 
smiled. "This your first time, honey?" 

That did it. He realized that he was quite a lover, and he hated the fact 
that she was so wrapped up in her own ego that she couldn't appreciate his 
screwing skill. 

"No, baby," he told her emphatically. "I've done plenty of fucking." 

"That's nice," she teased him. "I'm glad." 

She was a bit surprised and she tried to conceal her shock. 

"I guess you service a lot of young guys this way, is that right?" he 
demanded. 

"A few," she admitted glibly. "I hope you don't think there's nothing wrong 
with it." 

"Well, I do." He heard his mother's voice booming as she entered the room 
carrying a large, bulky purse. 

"Who is this woman?" Jan said reaching for the bedclothes to cover her 
nakedness. 

"That's my mom," he gulped. 

"What in hell is that old battleaxe doing here?" she stammered nervously. 

"You don't call me an old battleaxe." His mother glared at her. "You cheap, 
fucking whore. How dare you defile my son?" 

"I don't know what you're talking about," she said, turning away. 

"Oh yes, you do," Ann Harrington said angrily, going over to Jan and pulling 
her face around so she could look into her eyes. 

The moment Jan saw the evil glare that Ann was giving her, she recoiled. 

"Get your clammy hands off me," she panted. 

"Knock it off, Mom," Jeff said. "You're just jealous." 

"What are you kid?" Jan demanded. "A mother fucker?" 

"You shouldn't have said that, Jan," Ann said evenly. 

Suddenly young Jeff saw his mother and what she intended to do. She pulled 
out a pearl handled pistol, and placed it next to Jan's head. 

"You're not going to put up with anymore of this crap," she said. "Goodbye, 
whore." 

She said no more as she pulled the trigger. The shattering sound of the gun 
exploding her brains out had Jeff so panic stricken he couldn't utter a 
sound. 

Finally, he looked at her. Jan was bleeding to death. 

"Mom," he blurted, "you're a killer." 

Just then, the bedroom door swung open. 

"What the hell is going on here?" A man was just standing outside the door 
in his shorts. 

"My mom killed her," he said. "Mom is a killer." 

That did it. The man went over to her and took the pistol away from her. She 
didn't put up much of a struggle. 

"Why did you do it, Mom?" Jeff gasped excitedly. "Why the hell did you do 
it?" 

"Because I loved you, Son," she said quietly. "Can't you understand?" 

Tears were rolling down her eyes as she sobbed when the police came to take 
her away. 

When the ambulance took Jan away, Jeff finished dressing. Then he went home 
in a taxi. When he got there, his father was waiting for him. 

"How did it go, Son?" he asked him. "Did you have a good time?" 

He couldn't answer. He was in shock. 

"Well, Son," Ted said. "Speak to me." 

"Dad," he said, "Mom killed Jan." 

"What?" his dad exclaimed in shock and horror. 

"She found out," he said. "She followed us. And she got jealous and killed 
her." 

"Jealous?" his father asked in disbelief. 

"Yeah," he said looking up vaguely. "I was screwing her." 

Ted walked over to his son and looked at him in total disbelief. 

"You're out of your mind," he said. 

"I wish I was," his son answered, looking up into his father's eyes. "This 
would be easier to take if I was." 


THE END
