IB-108  Mother's Baby
(David Harper)


FOREWORD

One of the problems in a divorce is deciding who should have custody of the children. In our story, we are dealing with a woman who managed to get custody of her young son Brad.

She was thankful that the judge saw it her way. However, there were many considerations that she had never thought of that involved bringing up a young, hot-blooded boy. One of these, of course, was the fact she would have to guide him in his sexual outlook for minus a father in the house, she had to play two roles.

It was indeed difficult for her to explain how he could gratify his sexual instinct which was causing him great frustration, for she couldn't think of any satisfactory outlet. However, she was determined to keep her boy, a "good" boy. Yet, his basic sexual drives could not be denied. And one night, when she least expected it, Brad made a bold sex pitch for her body.

Being lonely, and sexually frustrated herself ever since her tragic divorce, she succumbed. When mother and son realized how much pleasure their bodies could bring each other they persisted in their sexual activities, much to his delight and her guilt. For, she knew she was doing the wrong thing, and yet, she felt impelled to pursue her path of folly.

Her son was indeed a good lover, just as his father had been. If anything he was better in bed, and this comparison only added to her torment.

However, part of her problem was resolved when Brad emerged from several affairs with her with such confidence that he soon was involved with "high-school" chicks, as he put it, who were on the prowl for sex.

Finally, she succumbed to making bold plays for his youthful friends as he wasn't taking care of her. But this only proved all the more frustrating, as fear gripped her until she was discovered, and learned too late, sex with a son can be costly.

-The Publisher


CHAPTER ONE

Madeline Engle looked tensely at her son Brad, as the judge asked him whether he cared to live with her or his father, Steven.

Steve smiled at his son. Yet the smile could not change Brad's mind. He could never forgive or forget the times his father came home drunk, and beat him up. And, so the dye was cast. Looking up at the judge, the young boy smiled.

"I want to live with my mother," he announced.

Madeline Engle breathed a sigh of relief. Steven glared at her. He didn't bother to look at Brad, as he attributed his response to brainwashing. Yet, somehow, it was impossible for him to conceive of his own son not wanting to live with him. The more he thought about it, the more disgusted he became.

After that day in court, Steve decided he didn't care if he ever looked at his son again. It was an embarrassing, disgusting moment for him. A moment he would not soon forget.

Madeline, in the meantime, was delighted with what Brad had told the judge, and she threw her arms around him lovingly.

"I'm glad we got rid of Dad," Brad told his mother later.

"So am I," she said rather sadly. "Now, we've got to shift on our own and it won't be easy!" A strange look swept over his face as he thought about his father never coming back. Yet, it was a decision he had to make and this tormented him too.

"But, baby," she said nervously, "I only love you like any other mother would."

That was all that was said in the courtroom that day. But Madeline Engle never forgot it. She was lonely in the years that followed as her young son seemed to be going out to avoid being alone with her. Finally, she got so sad about the entire situation that she decided the only thing she could do was to confront him. One night she did.

"Brad, baby," she smiled at him, "don't you care for your mother?"

"Yes, I do," he said, "but I've got problems of my own."

"Girl problems?" she grinned.

"Yes," he admitted, "and you know it isn't easy to be a man. When you get a hard-on and you don't have any outlet, what are you going to do?"

"That's a very difficult question to answer, son," she agreed.

She said no more about it, but after she had gone to bed she couldn't help thinking about what he had said. She decided to go in and tell him. As she opened the door, she heard heavy breathing. The moonlight illuminating the room gave her a spectacle she would never forget. There was her young son, Brad, lying naked with his penis standing straight up.

"Darling," she said nervously, "what are you doing?"

"Nothing," he told her tightly, "what do you think?"

"Oh, honey," she said, "you should have some sex outlet."

"I know," he replied.

"Aren't there girls you can find to take care of you?" she insisted. "It must be terrible to have all that sexual fire in your body and not be able to express it"

"It is," he said, and then he looked away from her, but his penis was still standing on end.

"I'm a loner," he continued talking, "I've always been by myself. Maybe it's because of the mess Dad made of our livesI don't know."

Tears surged to her eyes. She knew very well that she may have been a contributor to his problem. As she sat on the edge of his bed, her breasts could be seen clearly through her negligee. Now, Brad was becoming extremely excited, as he looked at them, and he began touching himself there.

"Don't do that," she insisted, "at least not while I'm here!"

"But, you turn me on," he smiled at her. "Why don't you play with it and get me hot?"

"What type of a mother do you think I am?" she asked, her voice quivering with emotion.

"That's what I'm trying to find out," he laughed lightly. The more his eyes focused on her, the hotter he became by the second.

The pleading look in his eyes got her uptight. She suddenly thought she might as well let him look at her breasts. Slowly sliding out of the negligee, she sat on the bedside naked. As the moonlight played across her well formed breasts, her son felt himself hardening, as his jaw hung slack.

Suddenly, Brad's hand reached up. Soon he was monkeying with her breasts. With one hand massaging her breasts and his other hand on his penis, he continued.

"Oh, mom, that's beautiful," he panted, "that's beautiful."

Now she was getting the shock of her life. She could feel her mound moistening. She was tortured and tormented. She didn't know what to do.

"Oh, mom," he panted eagerly, "that is too much. Oh wow!"

He gripped his penis. The tighter he gripped, the more he became stimulated.

"Why don't you just touch the balls for me?" he begged her. "Oh, mom, just touch them. Play with my balls."

Reaching down she felt them. And as she did so, she got hotter.

"Let me feel you," he begged, "while you are playing with my balls, let me feel your pussy." She was helpless now, putty in the hands of her virile son. Reaching down, he felt her there. He could feel her moistening. Suddenly, smoothing his hands along her gash, he slid a couple of fingers near there. Manipulating her clitoris with his fingers, he got her hot.

"Oh, this is wild, mom," he told her excitedly. "This is wild."

"I know it is, darling," she said softly. "I love it too."

Now, she was so eager for action herself that she reached out. She felt him.

"Oh," he panted, "that is beautiful. Oh, mom, touch me."

Reaching out, she gripped his penis. She squeezed it as she had done for her husband and now it became more exciting.

"Oh," he panted, "that is beautiful. Oh yes." Bending over, she looked at it in the moonlight. The size of it was enormous. She had to admit that Brad's penis was larger than her husband's.

"Oh, mom," the boy panted, "would you lick it for me?"

This shocked her.

"What do you know about such things?" she demanded.

"Plenty," he told her, "please, mom, lick it." Even though she didn't want to do a thing with him, she suddenly bent over and started licking. "Beautiful," he panted, "beautiful."

Now, the excitement reached fever pitch.

"Keep it up, baby," he told her, "keep it up, baby."

Faster and faster, her tongue twirled over the top of his penis. The more she did it, the more stimulated and excited he became.

"Slip your mouth down over it, doll," he begged her. "That's it. Do it."

As she got the first taste of his juice, she became turned on.

"Eat me, mom," the young boy begged eagerly, "oh, eat it. That's it. Oh, eat me. Oh, yes, eat it, mom, eat it."

His insistent pleading forced her to do it for him. Now, she began doing him vigorously. She let her mouth move down to the base of the penis. This excited him more and more.

"Oh, baby," he told her excitedly, "I love it. Keep it up. That's beautiful. Oh, yes, keep doing it. Oh, baby, do it, do it."

Faster and faster, the hot mouth moved over the son's penis. Her hands reached down and she cupped his balls. She could hardly wait for him to juice.

"Oh," he panted excitedly, "that is too much. Oh yes, baby, yes. Keep doing that. Just like that, baby, oh yes. I love it."

Now the excitement had peaked and he was ready to juice.

"Mom," he panted, "I'm going to unload. Keep doing me. Don't stop."

Suddenly, he exploded. The hot juice splashed down her throat.

"Eat it," he told her, "eat it, mom. Oh, yes, keep it up. That's beautiful. Oh, mom, suck the juice out of it."

The delicious sticky white cream cum really got her turned on. She wanted every drop of it. She didn't stop sucking until she had devoured him.

"Oh, baby," she told him excitedly, "that was just beautiful. I loved it."

Now, she noticed his eyes were focused on her mound. And his hand was feeling her vagina effectively.

"I want you, mom," he said in a husky voice. "I've got to have you."

She looked at him and smiled.

"But, baby, I can't let you do this. You might want it now but when you're older you'll hate me."

"No, I Wouldn't, mom," he said shaking his head emphatically, "I would never hate you for letting me love you."

"But darling, maybe this isn't love, maybe it's lust."

"You can call it by any name you want to, mom," he informed her, "but to me it's love. Let me express it. Let me express it any way I know how."

As she listened to him, she became lost in his urge. And when he bent over and began kissing her there, she didn't resist.

"Oh, that feels so good," he sighed excitedly. "Oh yes, mom, I just love it."

The pleasure now was building and he could hardly resist.

"Oh mom," he told her eagerly, "I love this." At this point, he was really excited. She didn't want to say no and she let his hot tongue lick along there. The more he licked, the more excited he became. Licking wasn't enough. He had to plunge his tongue into her. As she felt his tongue sliding into her vagina, she quivered all over.

"Why are you trembling?" he asked her suddenly, pulling his tongue out of her vagina.

"Because you're turning me on so much, darling," she told her boy, "I can't help it."

"Let me massage your breasts," he said. "Why don't you lie down on the bed and stretch out. That's the way to do it!"

She joined her son on the bed and as she stretched out there, he got into position. Crouching at her crotch, he put his face over her pussy. He let his tongue lick out and as he lashed away, he became more and more excited.

"Oh," she panted, "love me. Oh, baby, I love it. Stick your tongue in there. Faster, honey, faster. Oh, yes, do it just like that."

Faster and faster, the hot tongue lashed and he became more excited every moment.

"Oh, baby!" he panted, "love it. Oh, love it." Now, he was really turned on. And so was she. Both hands were stretched up there and he was gripping her tightly.

"Do me, darling," she begged her son as she locked her legs around him. "Oh, yes, baby, eat me. That's wild, baby, eat me."

Now, her body was trembling and he gripped her tightly, holding her down. Pulling his hands off her breasts, he gripped her ass cheeks, then he massaged them as he sucked her.

"Oh, Brad, baby," she begged, "eat me, eat me. Yes, darling, that's the way I like it. Oh, honey, keep on doing it. Faster, baby, faster. Oh, yes, that's the way I like it."

Faster and faster, the hot tongue licked. Every second he became more excited. And, then she gushed.

"Oh baby," she panted, "I'm juicing. Keep it up. Keep loving me. Oh, yes, keep loving me."

At this point, he was indeed delighted. The taste of her was marvelous. And he thrilled to it.

"Oh," she panted excitedly, "that is wild, baby, wild."

The delicious excitement of what he was experiencing at this point had gotten to him.

"Oh, honey," she smiled, "you're beautiful. Just beautiful."

Now, he was over her with his huge penis. "Mom," he said gripping his penis, "what am I going to do about this big dong of mine?"

"That, love, is a very good question. I don't know."

"I've got to do some more fucking," he said.

"I've got to."

"All right, honey," she smiled, "just ease it in." Bending down, he slowly slid his tool past her slit. As she felt it entering her, she gripped it with her vagina muscles.

"Shove it in there, honey," she begged, "that's it. Oh, yes, baby, yes."

Now she was pumping it at a furious pace and he was becoming more and more excited.

"Keep it up, baby," he told her quickly. "Keep doing it. Oh, yes, love, that's beautiful."

The delirious excitement that he was experiencing now was almost too much. He loved it. And, so did she. She brushed her breasts across his cheek and reached down to grip his asscheeks. "Oh, mom," Brad panted, "that feels good."

"I'm glad you're enjoying yourself, son," she smiled, "just keep pumping it to me. I love it. You've got such a long, hard one."

"Do I do it as good as Daddy did it?" the boy asked curiously.

"You bet you do," she told him. "I really love this."

At this point, they were both so stimulated they could hardly stand it.

"Oh, honey," he panted, "I'm going to juice in a second."

"That's one thing you've got to learn to hang on to," she told him. "The longer you can keep it from juicing the more exciting it can be. That's it. Oh, yes."

Now, she was kissing him.

"Oh, I love you," she said as her eyes grew misty.

"Why are you crying, mom?" he asked as he went on drilling.

"Because, baby," she said, "I can't help thinking of what you'll think of me later. Now you love it. Tomorrow you'll hate me for it."

"Never, mom," he smiled at her, "I'll always love you. I'll prove it to you someday."

They kissed and his hot tongue slid into her mouth. He used his tongue in her mouth as if it were a small penis. And they became more excited every second.

"Oh, darling," he told her, "that is so good. I love kissing you like that."

Her hands were now massaging him vigorously and then she slowly parted his asscheeks and slid around his anus.

"Oh, mom," he told her excitedly, "does that ever feel good. Keep playing with me there."

Now she was gripping his cock with her vagina muscles effectively.

"Oh, mom," he told her excitedly, "I really dig it when you do it like that. Oh yes. Keep that going. Oh, ah, yes, yes. Keep fucking. Keep doing it."

Faster and faster, his hot penis plunged into her vagina. It was exciting her more every second. The fact that it was her son, bothered her at first. But her desire for sex soon overrode any guilt she felt.

"Oh, give it to me," she told him enthusiastically. "Give it to me. Fuck it. Oh, ah, yes, yes. Faster, baby, faster. That's what I want. Oh, yes, do it."

The delicious excitement that was going through her at this point had gotten her to where she was ready to juice again.

"Keep it up," he told her, "keep doing it. Oh, yes, baby, yes. That's what I want! Oh, baby, fuck."

Now, the delightful pleasure was nearing a climax again. A few more thrusts and Brad's penis shot into her. She climaxed right on target.

"Oh, I'm cuming," Brad panted, "I'm shooting."

He was, too. For the hot juice was gushing into her vagina.

"Oh," he told her, "that was beautiful. I loved it. Every second of it."

Pulling the huge penis out of her, he flipped over on the bed. Now it was all she could do to control her guilt. Turning away from him, she began sobbing into the pillow.

"Why are you crying, mom?" he demanded. "Because, baby," she told him, "I'm not doing the right thing. It's all wrong."

At this point, Brad reminded her, "Nobody's perfect."

"I know, darling," she said, quietly, "but you know how much I love you. And if later you got some complex, then it would be my fault."

"Complex?" he chuckled. "What are you talking about?"

'Oh, you know," she said, "all those dirty jokes about it."

"About what?" he asked her seriously.

"You know, I don't like to use the word."

"Go ahead, mom," he insisted.

"Well, if you must know, baby," she said, "they call people who do things like you do, M fuckers."

"And you're sorry?" he asked with a smile. "Is that it?"

"Yes, baby," she said, "but you know, it wouldn't be funny if someone walked up and said that to you."

"Well, you're not going to run over to school and tell everybody," he said.

"No," she said. "I certainly am not going to. However, it could happen. What if your father came back? He still has a key. If he suddenly barged into our bedroom and found us making out, he would have a fit."

"So?" he said.

"So, we have to think of these things," she insisted.

"Well," he told her, "the best thing to do is for us to change the locks."

"Maybe," she said, "just maybe the best thing for us to do would be for us to quit."

"Oh, no," he smiled at her, "I want you."

She thought, perhaps, the best thing to do would be to roll over on her stomach. However, after she had done so, he looked at her just as eagerly.

"Oh, mom," he smiled, "what a beautiful butt you've got."

Soon his hands were rubbing her there. And the more he rubbed, the more excited she became. "Oh, yes, what a smooth behind."

Now he was becoming more and more excited. It didn't take him long until he was so stimulated and excited he could hardly stand it.

"Oh," he told her, "I want to fuck it."

"No sir," she told him, "absolutely not."

"Yes," he insisted, "I want to fuck your butt."

"You're just like your father," she said, her voice quivering.

"Why, mom?" he smiled. "Did dad like to drill it up there, too?"

"Yes," she admitted. "So, I guess it comes naturally to you."

"Well, why not?"

He got off the bed and went to the bathroom. He returned with some body oil.

"What are you going to do with that?" she demanded.

"I'm going to rub it all over you, mom," he smiled.

Now, he was really turned on. And so was she. He began massaging her asscheeks with it and when he had her ready, used some to prepare his penis. Now that his penis was slick, he parted her asscheeks and thrust forward.

"Oh, mom," he panted excitedly, "I'm there."

With sudden hard thrusts, he shoved in.

"Oh," he panted excitedly, "what a fuck. Oh wow!"

However, he had gone to the limit. He couldn't get it past the tight anal ring.

"No," she gasped in pain, "what are you trying to do to me?"

"Just a friendly little fuck," he said nonchalantly.

"Friendly?" she demanded. "Hell, this is evil. Stop it."

"Take it easy," he told her.

It really got to her that he was so determined to have this strange sexual desire fulfilled.

"Don't stop me now," he panted as he thrust hard.

She felt his gigantic pecker sliding in.

"Oh," she gasped in pain. "That's awful. That's awful."

Now, he was enjoying himself. The tight anus was exactly where he wanted to be and he went on shoving.

"Fuck it," he told her quickly. "Oh, baby, yes, that's it."

"Oh, no," she panted, "that feels awful."

"Oh, mom," he panted, "I'm cuming. I'm cuming."

The hot juice splashed on her back and she twisted around as best she could.

"Oh, ah, yes, yes. Keep doing it. That's what I want. Fuck it. Fuck it, mom."

She continued twisting while he went on pushing. Then, he reached down and gripped her vagina and played with it. Letting his fingers touch her vagina quickly, he felt her achieve quick climax. To her surprise, she juiced again. Now, she was almost out of her mind with pleasure and delight.

"You got me there, son," she told him quickly. "We made it again."

"You bet we did, mom," he agreed.

The delicious pleasure that they had experienced together had really gotten to her. She was turned on all the way.

"Oh, we've had such a wonderful time," she said quickly. "I really have enjoyed this."

"So have I, mom," he told her.

He pulled his tool put of her and lay down. She lay down beside him and wrapped an arm around him lovingly.

"Oh, Brad, honey," she said softly, 'it was so wonderful. I enjoyed it so much tonight."

"I'm glad you did, mom," he told her.

The next morning she awoke, and went immediately downstairs to fix a big breakfast for him. She was feeling as guilty as hell and wanted to compensate in any way she could. She fixed him pancakes just the way he liked them along with bacon and eggs. Now, he was happy. For mother was being thoughtful and kind to him. And, she hadn't said anything more about not having sexual relations with him. However, she had this all in her mind, And, after a big breakfast she told him frankly:

"Baby, that must be the last time."

"Last time?" he said grimly. "What are you talking about?"

"Just that," she said. "I'm sorry, honey, but we can't go on like this."

"Don't turn me off, mom," he begged. "Just when we were really having fun. Don't do that." This got to her. She didn't want to bother him. "You go on to college, darling," she said. "We can talk about this later. Please."

Insomuch as he didn't want to upset her anymore, he decided that the best thing by far was to let her go on thinking that she could talk him out of it. But, he knew that he would talk her out of it. He knew he would use the same devices that he'd used the night before to get her back between the sheets and get out of her what he wanted.

When Brad got to his college classroom, he met a young girl that he had seen a couple of times. And now he had the nerve to get more friendly with her. Having had one sexual experience with his mother, he was determined to have more.

"Hi, there," she smiled at Brad. "How are you today?"

"Satisfied," he smiled.

"Well, that's nice," the girl told him. "It's always nice to be sure of yourself."

"Well, I am," he informed her. "And I have every right to be."

"Why are you so egotistical?" the girl asked him bluntly.

"Because," he explained, "I know I'm worth something. And, baby, I think we could make sweet music together."

"Are you asking me for a date?" she smiled. "Your place or mine?" he grinned.

"Well, my folks are going away this weekend," she confided, "but my folks trust me."

"That'll make it easier," he smiled. "Can you trust yourself?"

Gloria looked at him nervously.

"I don't know. But I would like to live a little."

"Well, I can help you live a lot."

"That sounds like fun, Brad."

"Life is what you make it, baby," he assured her.

The more she talked about it, the more interested he became.

"When do we get together?"

"Saturday night is as good as any," he told her. "All right, let's go Saturday night."

Now, he was eager for action. And, he didn't hesitate to tell her, "I don't want to waste my time Saturday night."

" You won't waste your time," she assured him. "I know what you want."

"Do you really, Gloria?" he smiled.

"Yes, I do. And, baby, let me tell you, I can do anything you can do better."

."That remains to be seen," he grinned.

It was becoming more and more obvious to Gloria that he expected plenty. And she was wondering if she was doing the right thing.

"Maybe I shouldn't."

"Don't back out," he called after her.

Now, he had to go to class and he went. During the class, the teacher kept harping away at the awful things young people were doing. Finally Brad got so sick of it, he raised his hand.

He asked, "Are the kids doing anything right?"

"I don't know of many things," the teacher answered.

"Well, I'll tell you one thing that they're doing right," he said. "They're not being sexual hypocrites any more. They're going out and having fun. They are screwing."

"Yes," the teacher spit furiously. "And that's why this generation is all fucked up."

"You aren't supposed to use that word, teacher," one girl called out.

"Don't tell me that," he said angrily, "you students are using that word all the time."

"Well, it's different," the girl hedged. "We can use it, but you can't. Young people are expected to be corrupt and dirty. And teachers are expected to be like Mr. Clean. Am I right?"

The girl leaned forward and said it in such an innocent manner that it really got to him. He knew she was just trying to make an issue of the fact that he'd let a bad word slip.

"I will not argue with a student," he said tightly. "Now, you sit back in your chair and listen to what I'm going to say. I think we'd better do some work in class. That always helps keep things quiet."

"All right," Brad told him, "I want to hear one good thing about today's youth. There must be something good."

"I can't think of one," the teacher said, quietly. "Not one. Now just start working. Turn to page thirty-eight in your books and do exercises two and four. That's it. Now get to work."

The classroom quieted but Brad's mind didn't quiet. He was thinking. He was thinking about what it would be like to ball with Gloria. Yet he was worried. If his mother had any idea that he was out having a good time with a gal, he knew she would want to put an end to it. And this bothered him no end. Finally, as the worries and problems got to him, he decided that he would tell her. He thought that would be the only wise way.

That day, after school, his mother greeted him. "Good afternoon, honey," she said quietly. "How'd everything go at school?"

"Just great, mom," he said. "I got me a heavy date for Saturday night."

"A heavy date?" she said arching an eyebrow. "Yes," he told her, "Gloria Harvey. A real nice girl."

"Nice, my ass," she said indignantly, "from what I've heard about that girl, her folks go away for the week-end and leave her alone in that house. And she has wild orgies."

"Is that right?" Brad grinned. "You're turning me on, mom. Things I never knew."

"Well, dear, don't get too turned on. No doubt she's one of those diseased characters. I heard the college girls nowadays have venereal disease like you wouldn't believe it. I guess they've used so much penicillin that the penicillin doesn't take effect anymore. They'll have to think of some new drug. Maybe they'll come up with another one that will take the place of penicillin."

"Why do you have to bring that up?" he asked disgustedly.

"Because it's something you should be concerned with, dear," she said, "after all, a disease would be a terrible thing to get. Not much fun in that."

"Quit trying to shake me," he told her, "you're just jealous."

"Of what?" his mother said arching an eyebrow. "Certainly not that little tramp Gloria."

"Gloria's no tramp," he defended her. "She's a gorgeous gal. And, I might add a mighty good piece of ass."

"That's a fine way to talk to your mother," she said angrily. "How dare you!"

"Knock it off, mom, the saint game doesn't become you. Look, you're a sinner just like I am and you know it."

"What we did was with love," she reminded him. "That made the difference."

"Did it?" he laughed. "You may have done it with love, mom, I did it because I had a hard prick."

"That's a nice thing to say," she said angrily.


CHAPTER TWO

Saturday night came and it was time for Brad to go to see Gloria. His mother kept asking where he was going.

"Where are you going, darling?" she demanded. "Do I have to account to you for every move I make?" he asked his mother.

"Well, I just hope you don't get into bad company," she said. "With all that I've heard about people taking pot and carrying on, I don't want you doing the wrong thing."

"All right, mom," he said. "I'll ball you when I get back. I'll keep some juice in it. Okay?"

"That's no way to talk to your own mother," she said indignantly.

Madeline Engle knew that she was losing control of her son. Yet, she did her very best to play it cool. As he started out the door she looked after him with misty eyes.

However, when he walked up to the front door of another home he was greeted with laughter and joy. Gloria stood there.

"What in the world are you wearing a bikini for?" Brad smiled.

"So you can get a good look at the equipment," she giggled.

"You're a bad girl," he told her.

"I'm a good bad girl," she giggled.

"We'll find out later tonight," he grinned.

The moment he walked in, the young girl stepped over to the bar.

"What'll you have to drink?"

"A coke," he said.

"You've got to be kidding," she said. "You're in college, and still drinking cokes?"

"Why, what am I supposed to drink?"

"Something stronger, honey. Why don't you try this?"

"What is that?"

"A screwdriver, silly," she giggled as she poured the vodka into the orange juice.

At his first taste of the liquid, he felt his head spinning.

"Are you sure you mixed this right?" he asked her.

"I'm an excellent bartender," she laughed.

After they had sipped their drinks, she began reaching over and touching him.

"What are you trying to do?" he demanded. "See it," she said.

"You want to take it out?"

"Yes," she insisted.

Now, he let her do her thing with it. As she unzipped his fly and pulled out his giant sized penis, he was surprised himself how long it was. "Oh, you've got a nice one," she said.

"Do you make a lot of comparisons?"

"I've been around," she said, "what's wrong with that?"

"Just so you haven't been around too much," he smiled.

As she went on pumping on his penis, she told him, "I'm careful about the boys I do it with."

"Well, I hope so," he said. "You sound like a gal that's been doing it for years and years."

"Well, ever since fifteen," she said. "That is years and years. Two years."

"Look, baby," he told her, "I would like to see you without anything on."

"Well, sure," she told him. "What do you want me to take off?"

"First, I'd like to see those breasts," he smiled. "Okay," she said, slipping off her bikini top. Once he got a good look at her breasts he couldn't keep his hands off them.

"Oh, these are real nice," he smiled.

"Haven't you ever seen breasts before?" she said.

"No, Gloria," he told her, "I've never seen any like this before."

"Oh, you flatter me," she smiled.

Now, she was enjoying herself. She was touching him and he was getting hotter and hotter. "Why don't we go upstairs?" she smiled. "Okay," he agreed.

He looked funny as he stood up with his huge penis sticking out and she walked forward with her breasts flopping and her bikini top was on the floor.

"Baby, you better pick up that bikini top. If your folks should come in they might wonder."

"Oh, they're not going to come in," she said, "but I'll take it upstairs with me."

Once they were up in her bedroom, she locked the door.

"Good idea," he agreed.

Now, she was taking off everything and he was really getting turned on. As he looked down at her vagina, he saw it was shaved.

"What a refreshing sight," he laughed, "a shaved box."

"I think it's a nice idea," she said, "when I knew a girl that worked at a nude bar, she told me that a lot of the men liked shaved boxes."

"Oh, I do. You can see what you're eating."

"Oh, you have a good sense of humor," she said, "I can't wait to take care of you. Let me pull your shorts down."

Walking over to him stark naked, he was get ting harder and harder. He had his penis sticking out of his shorts and she had a little difficulty getting them down.

"Honey," he told her, "you're going to speed this up if you put my penis back in my shorts. Then you can pull them down."

She did that with great difficulty as the penis was so hard it was almost impossible to get back in place. However, when she finally managed to do so, she reached back and tugging at the elastic band on his shorts, pulled them down over his firm round behind. As her hands swept down his legs, he became extremely stimulated.

"Oh, honey, I'm going to shoot my load in a minute if you don't do something."

"Well, don't do that," she begged him. "I want it."

"You're going to get it," he told her. "Don't you worry about that."

Together they went to the bed. Only, he didn't just lie there. Gloria had her idea of how she wanted him.

"Honey," she said, "would you spread your legs for me?"

"Sure, doll," he agreed.

The young girl flopped her breasts over his chest as she reached over him to grab a pillow. Then leaning back down, she slid the pillow under him.

"Raise up," she said, "I want to get your ass in place."

"Okay," he agreed.

When she had him in place with his legs spread, she reached out and gripped his asscheeks. Now, she let her hand slide along his anus and reaching up she gripped his penis.

"Pull it," he told her.

Reaching for the cock, she began stroking on it. At the same time, she continued letting her hand slide around his ass.

"Oh, that's driving me out of my mind," he told her excitedly. "I can hardly stand it. Oh, yes, massage my buttocks, keep doing it. That's what I dig. Oh, ah, yes, yes. Keep massaging me."

Now her hand was rubbing between his buttocks.

"Oh, I can't stand it," he panted, "that is beautiful. Oh, yes, baby. Keep massaging me."

Her hand was playing with him now all over and he was more excited every second.

"Oh, yes," he panted, "play with me. That's good!"

Gloria was an expert at doing this and she wasn't going to slow down. She wanted to keep the pace quick so she could get all the juice out of his penis when he shot. But that required timing. She wanted to lick his asshole to the point where his juice would spurt out of his penis like a fountain. But, it was important that she not delay at the strategic moment. She calculated her time as she went on massaging him.

"Oh, go down on me," he told her excitedly, "yes, yes, that's beautiful. Baby. Eat! Eat my penis."

Suddenly, the young girl instinctively knew it was time to let her tongue swing into action. She slid her tongue out and then licked along his testicles as she went to the top of his penis. Clamping her mouth over the head of it, she sucked vigorously. Reaching down now, the young boy thrust forward.

"Oh," he panted excitedly. "Do it, baby, do it."

Faster and faster, it continued. Every thrust brought him more erotic pleasure.

"Oh," he panted, "that is wild. Oh, baby, do it. Eat my prick."

The juicy big cock suddenly shot. She got a mouthful. She loved it. She sucked his thick creamy sperm.

"Eat it," he told her excitedly, "eat my juice, baby, eat it. Oh ah, yes, yes. That's wild, baby, eat my penis."

The delicious excitement that was going through her now had him out of his mind. He wrapped his legs around her as she went on doing it.

"Eat it," he panted, "yes, baby, yes."

He was really steamed up now.

"Oh, baby, you're a beautiful woman."

Finishing him off, she didn't take but a second to throw her legs around his neck and insist, "Do me, honey."

She was pushing over his face and he speeded up his tongue, letting it lash out, as he started licking vigorously.

"Oh," she told him. "That is something. Oh, yes. Do it, baby, do it."

"Eat. Eat it."

She was pushing her vagina down on his tongue now as he stabbed upward with his tongue.

"Oh, Brad, baby," Gloria said, "you're doing it great. That's it. Keep that tongue stiff. Speed it up!"

He was slipping his hands around her, as he ate her ass out. The tremendous delight that she felt as he did his thing on her had her trembling with passion and pleasure. Suddenly, she knew it was time for his tongue to invade her vagina.

"Eat my pussy," she panted eagerly, "eat me, baby. Oh yes, Brad, eat it. Eat my pussy." Brad's hot tongue stabbed her there as his hands gripped her thighs and held her in place. He loved the taste of her and as his hot tongue lashed away inside her, he became more and more stimulated.

"Oh," he panted, "this is beautiful."

"Get your tongue back in there and stop talking," she complained, "I'm about ready to gush." He thrust his tongue back inside her and continued licking all around.

"Oh," she panted excitedly. "That is wild. Oh, yes, baby, do it. Lick me, love me!"

The delicious sensations that were going through him now had him delirious with joy. "Oh," he told her, "that is wild! Oh yes, baby, do it! That's beautiful. Do it, baby, do it."

Now, he was really excited. And he flicked his tongue in quick darting movements across her clitoris. That got her going. She was trembling so much he knew that she would be gushing in seconds. Suddenly, it came. The hot juices flooded his mouth in a jet spray.

"Oh," the young girl panted as she pushed. "Oh, Brad, honey, lick it, lick it baby."

His hot tongue swept around inside her, delighting in the delicious sensations that were going through him as he tasted her. Finishing her off, he licked his lips and smiled up at her. "How'd you like that?"

"Why you're just like an experienced lover," she said. "I never knew you had it in you."

"Well, I guess it just comes naturally."

"Have you had a lot of experience before, Brad?" she smiled.

Instantly, guilt flashed through him as he thought of his mother. He decided to say nothing but a guilty look surfaced and she detected this. "What have you done?" she demanded.

"What do you mean?" he asked abruptly. "Well, Brad, honey," she explained, "you look guilty. Have you done something bad?"

"No," he said shaking his head innocently, "I don't know what you're talking about."

"I can't put my finger on it," she admitted, "but you just had a guilty look on your face."

"Well, I'm not guilty of anything," he assured her. "Nothing."

Now, the young girl noticed his giant-sized penis.

"Oh, honey," she said, "you're hard again. We'll have to do something about that."

"Could I have a drink?" Brad asked, suddenly feeling guilty and dizzy.

"Are you becoming a booze hound?" she asked suspiciously.

"What's that?" he asked, not knowing what she was talking about.

"A booze hound is somebody who can't leave drinks alone. My daddy is a booze hound. That's why mom is considering divorcing him. He takes every cent that we have and spends it on liquor. Mother has to hide money behind the bricks in the house."

"Does it help?" Brad asked.

"Not at all," she said. "A booze hound will find money even behind bricks. At least Daddy does! Mother wonders if he also gambles or plays around with women. She's never been able to figure it out."

"That's too bad, honey," he said, "you've had a terrible life, haven't you?"

"Yes, I have," she said, "it's been real rough with Daddy doing his thing. And, they wake me up when they're arguing. At first when Daddy would come in loaded, he would ask mother to do awful things to him. And I used to watch and listen to it. That's how I got my sex education.

That's why I'm really a pro."

"Well you are a pro," Brad assured her. "Now where's the drink, honey?"

"Do you think daddy is spending his time gambling or running around with women?" she asked. "Women would take money and so would gambling. Once mother found lipstick on his shorts."

"Well that sounds suspiciously like women, not gambling."

"Well, it could be a blind pig place," she said. "A blind pig?" he asked, "what's that?"

"You don't know anything," she said, "where have you been living? In the dark ages?"

"No," he replied, "I just don't know that one thing."

"Well, a blind pig for your information is a place where hustlers double up. They have gambling in one room operated by that nice guy the pimp who takes care of them and then in the other room they're blowing. It's a real nice operation Daddy said, but he told my mom he would never go there. She said that she suspects that he goes to a place that takes plenty of money because no woman would charge that much. She figured it up by the hour."

"Well, he could have had more than one at the same time," Brad suggested. "That might do it! You see if he had one that he was eating, one licking him, and one going down on him, that would be three women. Then it would cost three times as much. So, it wouldn't have to be gambling."

"You've got a point there," Gloria said, "I'll have to tell Mother about that. You know you are quite a Sherlock."

"A Shylock?" he said.

"No, silly," she said, "A Sherlock Holmes, that character in the movies that used to work out of Scotland Yard."

"Oh, I've seen those flicks on TV," he said, "they're real groovy. Now, get me that liquor."

"You're slurring your words a little," she said, "I don't know if I should get you any or not. They say that liquor can make a man go down."

"You mean he'll feel less inhibited and go down and eat a woman," he asked curiously.

"No," she said sadly, "I mean his penis will go down. I mean he can't keep it up."

"Oh," he observed, "my you know an awful lot about sex!"

"Well, if you had an old drunk like my dad has been and you saw his old peter go down time and again, you'd get the point. Well, I'll get it, but it's a risk."

"Well, I'll take that risk," he said, "go get the liquor."

Hastily, the young girl went out of the room. She hustled back with the orange juice and the vodka.

"These screwdrivers are super," she said. "Sometimes I'm a solitary drinker."

"What's that?" he asked her.

"Well, when I can't find anybody to make it with," she said, "I gotta do something. I mean I can't afford grass all the time."

"You mean you're on grass?" he asked.

"When I can afford it," she admitted, "I've been considering growing my own little garden out in the back."

"Well, I will have to say to you, 'Gloria, Gloria, how does your grass garden grow'?"

"You're real funny," Gloria giggled, "but I hope your funny bone doesn't go down."

As he drank the liquor, he began thinking of all the money she could make if they were together to grow a little grass garden.

"Have you considered the cost of growing one of those gardens?" he said, "and the profits?"

A sly smile formed on his face as he contemplated all the money he could make.

"Oh, you bet I have," she said, "and some day I may try it. What would you do with all the money if you got it?"

"Well, the first thing I'd get is a real nice car," he said, "and then I would try to get me two or three chicks at a time. I don't dig this tame one woman stuff."

Getting to her feet, Gloria began pacing the floor.

"Well, I suppose these nice big breasts and this gorgeous box aren't enough for you anymore. You've got to have three women. Three pairs of breasts. Three boxes! You're greedy."

"No," he laughed, "I'm just a male nympho."

"What's that?" she asked curiously.

"You don't know anything," he said slurring a little, the liquor reaching him now and his penis wilting a trifle.

"Oh, it's happened," she said worried. "What's happened," he demanded.

"Your penis," she said, pointing to it, "it's going down. It's limp."

"So it is," he said, "do you think that liquor has done it to me?"

"I'm afraid it has," she said tightly, "and I was counting on some more action."

"Well, don't cry about it," he said, "get on your knees and bring it back to life."

"Well, I'll do my best," she said.

The young girl got to her knees. Her tongue worked vigorously over his penis.

"Not so hard, honey," he said. "Take it easy!" She looked up and saw him pouring more liquor while she was doing him.

"This is futile," she said, "if you're going to keep drinking and I'm going to keep doing this limp dick, we'll never get anywhere."

"All right, I'll quit," he said, "but I guess I've become an alcoholic."

"Well, you can't become an alcoholic that quick,' she insisted.

"Why not?" the boy smiled, pouring some more.

"I'll take that bottle right out of here," she said, reaching up and smashing it to the floor.

"Now why did you have to do that?" he demanded.

"Because I was never going to get more action out of that penis of yours if I didn't."

"All right, honey, you'd better start."

It wasn't working. He shook his head.

"Maybe if you'd start with my balls and then get up to the prick, you'd make it. How about that?"

"Well, I could try it but I don't like doing balls. I do that just once each time."

"Why just once?" he asked.

"Because I don't want to get monotonous," she said. "In home economics they tell us to vary the dishes so the man won't get bored with the cooking. So, I apply the same rule to sex. I figure you've got to try different things so the man won't get bored. Does it figure?"

"You've really got a mind on you," he said, "you're a genius. All right, but do my balls anyway."

She slapped his behind as he got on the bed. Then he locked his legs around her and smiled, "Eat it."

Her hot tongue flashed around his testicles and soon she was vigorously licking. Happiness surged through her as she saw the penis stiffen.

"How's that, baby?" he questioned, "It's coming up."

"Groovy," she said. "I'll just suck these a little longer, I'm getting real good at it."

Her hand reached for his penis and she stroked it vigorously. Once more the life was coming back into it.

"Oh, wow," he panted, "you're right on, honey. Keep licking me! That's beautiful, baby. Lick me. Faster, honey, faster. That's how I dig it. Oh, ah, yes, baby, yes."

The delicious excitement that was surging through her body at this time had really gotten to her. Now she was going out of her mind with delight and pleasure. Suddenly, the hot tongue was going to town. As she pulled her tongue away, she licked all around his legs and went on pulling at his penis admiring the way his balls kept bouncing up as she did so.

"Oh, I like your big balls," she said, "can I suck them again?"

"If you're careful. They're sensitive."

"I'll be careful," Gloria promised him. Opening her mouth, she took both balls in. "Oh, beautiful," he told her, "just beautiful." Faster and faster the tongue worked over the balls as she sucked.

"Baby, you better get your mouth on my penis," he told her quickly, "I'll juice if you don't."

She knew he was telling the truth. Grasping the penis, she let her tongue slide up to the top of the cock. Then she worked her mouth over it vigorously.

"Oh," he panted excitedly, "that's wild. Suck it, baby, suck it."

The girl was proud of her ability. She put all she knew into it. She dragged her lower lip over the top of his penis making it quiver.

"Oh, Gloria," he panted, "eat my penis. Suck it, baby, suck it. Oh, ah, yes, yes. Suck that cock."

The girl went down to the base of the penis and played with the balls. She had fingered his balls a bit, he got a new idea.

"How about running a finger around my buttocks?"

She did just as he asked. Her hand massaged his buttocks and she became so excited she was shaking.

"Oh, do that for me, baby," he begged her, "oh, do it."

He became more and more excited. She looked at his big meaty balls jiggling as she went on sucking.

"Eat it," he said in hissing words, "yes, baby, yes. Oh, ah, yes, yes, do me. Eat it, baby, suck it."

Waves of erotic delight swept over her. Every second became more exciting.

"Keep it up, baby," he told her, "keep doing me. Oh, ah, yes, baby, yes. That's wild! Oh, baby, suck me. Suck it."

His pleasure knew no bounds. He was ramming it down her throat now.

"Oh, honey," he panted excitedly, "let me throat fuck you."

The huge dick slid down her throat and she became more and more excited every second.

"Oh, baby," he panted, "this is it! Oh, honey. Take it."

Sliding it down the throat, she became more and more excited.

"Oh," he panted, "that is wild. Oh, baby, I love this. Oh, ah, yes, yes. Take it. Take that prick."

Now she knew that he was ready to explode and she was happy that he had gotten so hard again. She congratulated herself for all of her nimble tongue work. Now, the pecker exploded. The young boy reached down and grabbed the girl's head and shoved her all the way down. Her mouth was so plugged with his cock and her throat was so full, she thought she would gag. But the pecker was shooting and she couldn't pull away.

"Oh," he told her, "I'm cumming. Oh, baby, I'm shooting. Yes, baby, yes. I'm making it."

The white, creamy, thick cum flashed down her throat. Then she eased off slowly.

"How about that, baby?" he told her, "you like that?"

"Oh, yes, yes."

She looked up and whispered, "That was really the best I've ever had."

She threw her arms around him and let her head rest on his stomach.

"Well, I enjoyed it too, baby, don't think I didn't."

The two of them looked at each other and smiled.

"Why did I enjoy that so much?" he asked her.

"I have no idea," she said. "I can't figure it out either."

"You don't have to figure this out," he said, "you just have to enjoy it. And, enjoy it I did."

Together they smiled and laughed about it. Sex had been a plaything to them.

"Oh, baby," she said, "there are so many things that we can do. So many things. Let me see how many times you can make it."

As she glanced at his cock she saw that it was still rock hard. He looked at her and smiled.

"I'm good for another round," he said.

"If you leave that booze alone," she said, "you are."

"Well, I'll have to unless I want to lick it up off the floor."

The broken bottle was still on the floor.

"We'd better sweep that up," she said.

She got up and so did he. Together they went over to where the broken pieces lay. Carefully, they picked each little piece up.

"You'd better go downstairs and get a broom," he told Gloria, "We'll never get it all up this way."

Hastily hurrying downstairs, she found the broom and came back. Then she swept all of the little pieces up.

"How about that," he said. "We've got it all up now."

"Beautiful," she smiled.

Now, they were working vigorously to remove everything of the broken bottle. When it had been swept up and put in a waste basket, he told her, "Go dump it out in the garbage, I don't want your folks to see it."

She laughed and said, "Like this?"

"No, put a robe on."

She slipped into her robe and went downstairs and threw the contents of the wastebasket into the outside garbage can. Then she brought back a deodorant spray so the room wouldn't be clouded with the smell of the vodka.

"What are you spraying that stuff for?" he asked curiously as he observed her spraying.

"To rid the place of this odor," she told him.

Now, he was laughing.

"You know baby, when I saw you in that position I wanted to give you another balling up the behind."

"Up the back door?" she said. "You're one of those guys?"

"Yes," he said: "That's the way I dig it."

"Well," she said, "if you want to do it that way, you've got to use something. How about some baby oil?"

"For what?" he asked.

"Well for your penis, damn it," she said, "you're not going to run that up there without help."

"All right," he agreed, "I'll let you do it." Now, she was pouring the contents of the baby oil into her hand and massaging it into his penis. Then, he told her, "I'm going to do you on the floor. I'm going to dog fuck you."

"Well, run your finger up there. I don't want that big penis of yours going up there and wrecking anything."

She got on all fours on the floor and bent up. Then the young boy, pouring the oil on his finger, parted her ass cheeks and slid a finger up there.

"That hurts," she said. "What's going to happen when you run your cock up there?"

"That, love," he said, "is a very good question."

He laughed and she didn't.

"I'm ready," he told her.

At this point, the penis was prepared. Just then, the phone rang.

"I wonder who that could be?" he said.

"It's probably mother checking to see if I'm all right. I told her I'd be home tonight so she has to call me."

"Oh, forget her, let me fuck your asshole."

"I can't," the young girl complained. "I've got to go get mom's call."

She took time away from him to go answer the phone.

"Hi, mama," she said.

"How are you darling?" her mother said. "Just fine."

"What are you doing?" she asked.

"Watching a TV show," she replied.

"I hope it's not one of those horror movies," she said, "you won't sleep you know if you look at those just before bedtime."

"Don't worry about it, mom," she said, "I'm a big girl now, I can take care of myself."

"Are you alone, dear?" her mother asked.

"Of course, mom," she replied. "You know me."

"Yes, I do darling," her mother said, "that was why I asked."

"That's not nice," she said, "you said you would trust me."

"Well, I did trust you, honey, until I found all of those marijuana cigarettes when you came home from school. It wasn't so bad that they were there, but when the school authorities told me that you were pushing them too, I was a little bit disturbed."

"Well, I've quit pushing them and I've quit smoking them."

"Good," her mother replied, "I hope you've learned your lesson."

"I have, mom. Is there anything more? I'm missing the best part of the TV show."

"Now, you don't want to listen to mom's problems. Daddy's out stone cold. We came up here for a nice time. It was a business meeting, and they served free booze. And you know your father when there's free liquor around."

"Yes, I do mom. I'm real sorry. But let me get back to watching my TV show."

After a moment more of chattering about nothing, her mother let her go. She hung up the phone and looked at her young lover.

"What's wrong with your cock?" she said. "You've gone limp again."

"So I have," he said.

"Do you think you could be impotent?" she asked.

"Impotent? Who's that?"

"It's not a person, silly," she said, "it's a condition of the penis. It's when you can't make it come up. When the hardness is gone out of the penis bone."

"Well, I don't know. Should it be hard all the time?"

"When you've got me around, stark naked, yes. You're impotent if you can't keep a hard-on. Well, I don't know what I'm going to do with you. You can't drive that thing up me."

"You'll have to lick me some more, I guess," he told her.

"Well, I'll have to get on my knees and do it but I can't suck that with all that oil on it."

"Well, we'll have to wipe the oil off and wash it off, I guess."

"Come into the bathroom and let me help you," she said complaining.

He followed her into the bathroom, enjoying the sight of her asscheeks bouncing. He was just disgusted with himself that he wasn't hard now so he could fuck it.

"Come over here and put your penis over the sink and let me wash."

She pulled the penis up and took the soap and washed off the oil. Then she dried it off with a towel.

"It's really disgusting to have a penis like this," she complained. "I've had Reggie over here. And Reggie was never like this. Now, I don't mean to complain or anything. But, it's just quite disappointing. I hope you understand."

"Oh, I do," he told her, "I certainly do. And I'll do everything in my power to get it back up there for you, honey."

"I do hope so," she agreed, "because I was counting on a good ass fucking. It's nice if the guy knows how to do it. And you say you can do it. Now, I can't find out until you get that pecker up there."

She quit her complaining for a moment and then she dropped to her knees. She pulled his penis to her mouth and started suddenly sucking.

"That's beautiful, baby," he told her, "suck. Suck it. Oh, ah, yes, yes. That's nice."

Nothing was happening. She pulled her mouth off his penis and complained.

"Either I've lost my mouth touch," she said, "or you have just got empty balls."

"What are we going to do?" he asked. "Maybe I could get you up there with some erotic pictures."

"That's a very good idea," he said, "you've got some sexy pictures?"

"Daddy has," she said, "he keeps quite a collection. Mama has a fit but he says it's his right to have those pictures. She says that it's an impotent man who has to look at pictures and turn on."

"I don't want to look at the pictures," he said. "Well, why not?" she asked curiously.

"Well, you just said that an impotent man has to look at pictures to get a hard on. I'm not impotent. I can get there if you use your hot mouth right."

"Are you saying I don't know how to give blow jobs?" she said. "Are you?"

"Well, it's somebody's fault."

"Yes, that's true. But the fault doesn't lie with me, honey, I'm a blow job artist. I've probably given more head at high school than any girl. So, don't try to say it's my fault."

"Sorry, didn't mean to offend you," he said, "so you're a blow job artist. So, you've got the best hot mouth at high school. Okay, honey, drop to your knees and try sucking me again. We'll get it up there."

"Well I hope so," she said, "because this is real frustrating."

"I'm sure it is," he said, "I can't put myself in your position completely but I can imagine how you feel sucking on something that just won't come up. I suppose it's like sucking on rubber that should be inflated."

"Precisely," she complained.


CHAPTER THREE

Madeline Engle was worried. She knew that her son couldn't go on making love to her forever. Yet she was worried about him making out with some young girl. And in reading an underground newspaper advertisement, she saw something she thought might work. It read: "Susie Blow Job."

It went on to say that a sophisticated love toy for liberated males to gratify oral desires was offered in a life-sized replica of a beautiful woman's head. It sounded really far out, but Susie does exist and what is coming off our production lines at the rate of fifty a day in anticipation of what we believe to be the outstanding new sex novelty. Here's an item you've probably heard about but knew you'd never see unless you took a trip to the sex supermarkets of Japan. Now, a personal fellatrice can be yours for the introductory price of $19.95. Susie Blow Jobs. Unlimited service life. You'll be enjoying an orally induced ejaculation as often as desired. When prorated, amounts to pennies a day. If you have a steady girl friend, there are sure to be times when you are eager and she's not in the mood. With 'Susie' tucked away in your drawer, the joys of oral sex are always available. Susie makes an ideal traveling companion for business trips. Easily fitting in the corner of a suitcase. Delight in the sight of a beautiful female draining every last drop of semen from your throbbing manhood. The sucking motions are one heck of a turn on as her cheeks hollow and her lips alternately grasp and relax when your erection comes in and out of her eager mouth. Ejaculate within its confines or pull out and shoot your wad all over her dainty little face. This item is a must for any guy, be he single or married, Romeo or recluse.

She looked at it again and thought that it would be worth twenty dollars to help her son develop his manhood without stepping out.

She looked at him and said, "Baby, what you need is Susie to do it for you."

Brad looked at her and said, "Mom, what are you talking about?"

"I'm talking about this Susie. It's something they sell. It's a replica made in the shape of a head. All you have to do is slip your male member in the mouth and it works just like a woman devouring the juice out of your penis."

"Well, that's a good invention, mom," he smiled, "but when you've got the real thing, what do you need with Susie?"

"Well, dear," she said, "it isn't right that we carry on like this. It's got to come to an end."

"Who says so?" he demanded.

"I do," she said, "I just can't go on like this."

"You're making a big thing out of nothing, mom," he smiled.

"I want to go to bed," she said walking away from him.

"I do too, mom," he said, "with you."

The more he talked the more she became aware that he had to have some sexual release. She was beginning to get disgusted. She thought that it was only fair that he would listen to her. However, he wouldn't. She went into her bedroom and he followed her in there.

"Leave me alone, will you," she demanded. "You're so damned dishonest," he said angrily. "You get me all built up for it and then you want to quit."

"No," she said, "I really don't want to quit, but my conscience won't let me continue."

"Conscience," he said, giving her a scornful look, "what right have you to talk about conscience?"

"Yes, baby, I began you on sex but I'm going to end you. I'm through with you."

"You talk a good line, mom," he said, "but you don't mean it. You don't mean a word of it. You want to get me back in bed just as much as I want to get in there with you."

"Maybe I do, baby," she said, "but I'm going to exercise a little self-control."

"You never have before," he said.

She looked at him with a startled look and said angrily, "Well, baby, I'm going to undress just to show you that I can get undressed and see you undressed and not have sex with you."

He looked at her.

"I challenge you, mom," he said, "to look at me getting a hard on and not want it."

"That's no way to talk to me," she objected, "don't you think for one minute that I have to do it. I'm not obsessed with sex."

"We'll see, mom," he smiled.

She began undressing just to keep her word. As she got down to her panties and bra, his eyes widened. He saw the half-cup bra, and the great breasts there.

"You are beautiful," he glowed.

"You're words aren't going to affect me either," she said angrily, "because I know what those words stem from. Your desire to get me in bed."

"Is it wrong, mom?" he demanded quietly. "No," he said, "it isn't."

Then he began undressing too. Just as she pulled her panties down, he slid out of his shorts. His huge penis flipped up. She was amazed how hard he was. He took his penis in his hand and slowly began stroking it and looking at her.

"Now, mom," he smiled, "you mean to tell me this doesn't turn you on?"

She turned away from him, as she removed her flimsy bra and stepped bare naked over to the bed. She slid between the sheets and refused to reply. But, he would not be dissuaded. He came over and got on the bed. Then he knelt over her.

"Look at me, mom," he smiled, "look how long and hard it is. And it's starting to juice, too. Wouldn't you like to wrap your hot mouth around it?"

She shook her head but her eyes were misty with lust and desire.

"Oh, yes you would," he smiled, "you would love it. Now, why don't you just let me straddle you."

She was so intrigued and fascinated by what he was doing that she couldn't resist. He straddled her and lowered his buttocks over her breast. She loved the feel of him and she enjoyed the sight of him. As his penis moved closer to her mouth, she just looked up at him.

"Leave me alone, will you?" she insisted.

"No, mom," he smiled, "I won't leave you alone. Don't you crave a nice juicy suck off?"

She looked up at him and she could tell his mouth was watering for action.

"Oh, mom, I'd like to give you a fuck. Wouldn't you like to swallow my cum?" he said as he went on stroking his prick and looking at her with a hypnotic glance.

It really was getting her upset. She craved him, certainly. But, yet she knew that this was wrong and she didn't want to do it.

"Leave me alone," she said angrily. "Get out of here!"

He was determined to have his way. He refused to move. Then he told her, "Well, look, mom, if you don't want to eat my penisthen lick my balls while I pull it off."

Finally she decided she might as well do something to get him off of her.

"I just want you to get your rocks off, without me," she said.

He explained it to her again.

"It's one or the other, mom. Either you eat my cock or you suck my balls. Which do you prefer?"

He was looking at her with disdain and disgust now.

"I'll suck your balls," she said finally.

Then he moved forward. She reached up to grip his hips and he lowered his testicles over her face.

"That's it, mama," he grinned, "lick your sweet boy's balls."

She was disgusted and angry that he would ask her to do this yet, there was no alternative. She pulled him down tighter over her face and let her hot tongue stab out. Now, the tongue licked all around his testicles.

"Keep it up, baby," he told her, "now you're doing it, mom. That's how I like it. Don't be bashful."

She tongued more and more.

"Oh," he panted excitedly, "that is beautiful. Oh, yes, baby, yes. That's wild! Keep it going!" The fantastic sensations that he felt now made his balls swell inside.

"Oh, mama," he panted, "lick me. Lick my balls. Oh, yes. That's what I dig. Keep doing me, mama. Oh, yes, keep it going."

She wasted no time in letting her tongue thrill him there. She was eager to get it over with and his hand was pumping methodically all the time. He was building up a pretty good rhythmic pace. It wasn't going to be much longer now.

"Keep it up, mom," he begged excitedly. "Oh, yes. Suck. Suck my balls."

Finally, he knew he would have to stick his penis in her mouth and get her to blow it off. "Mom," he panted quickly, "do me."

He flipped himself in her face as she pulled away and then he stabbed it to her.

"Take that, mom," he panted excitedly, "and that!"

Now, he was really going to town. The penis was stabbing in there farther and farther.

"Keep it up," he told her, "oh yes. Now you're doing it. That's how I dig it. Oh, ah, yes, yes. Wild. Oh, yes."

The delicious excitement that was surging through his body at this point was really something else. He loved the feeling of the thrusting penis sliding into her mouth and he watched her cheeks suck in as he continued to do so. He enjoyed the sight of his balls resting comfortably on her chin.

"Oh, keep it up," he begged her, "that's it, mom, oh yes. That's what I dig! Keep doing it. Just like that."

Faster and faster he drilled into her and she gripped his hips and pulled him tighter to her.

"Oh, mom, eat me. Eat my penis!"

Now, parting his buttock cheeks with one hand, she felt of him.

"Oh, you're feeling of my butt, mom," he smiled as he looked down at her.

She was really enjoying it now. And so was he. He reached out to grip her head and hold her in place so she could take his cock thrusts better. Now, he had reached a fever pitch of frenzied excitement.

"Keep it up," he begged her excitedly, "keep doing that. Oh, yes, baby, that's beautiful. Do me.

With the fingers continuing to slide around his behind and his mother's mouth gliding over his dick, he was getting closer and closer to a hot climax.

"Oh," he panted, "I love it. Oh yes, keep it going, baby, keep it going."

She loved her naked son like this. She liked to see every part of his beautiful body. Watching in the mirror she could see his buttocks bumping up and down as he drilled her face. She reached out now to grip both of his asscheeks in her hands. He loved the feeling of his mother's hands on his buttocks massaging them.

"Suck me," he begged, "oh mom, that's just what I want. Do me!"

Faster and faster, she sucked now. She was eager for his cock juice.

"Oh," he panted, "I want it, mom."

It wasn't going to be much longer now. The hard tool was driving in there with such rapid force that he knew he would shoot in a matter of seconds. Finally, it came. The hot juice exploded and she gulped it down.

"Suck it out," he told her eagerly, "eat it, mom. Oh, ah, yes, yes. That's beautiful. Keep sucking." The delirious excitement that he was experiencing now had really gotten to him.

"Oh, mama, get those balls unloaded. Oh, I'm getting my rocks off."

The hot juices continued pouring into his mother's mouth. Finally, he was drained. His penis started to tickle.

"Stop it." he told his mother, "stop it. You've gone too far."

The passionate tempo that he had built up kept her going like a steam roller. She didn't want to stop. Now, he pulled out. The cum was dripping on her chin.

"Oh, baby, that was so beautiful," she sighed excitedly, "I really enjoyed that."

"So did I, mom," he informed her, "and there's not a reason in the world we can't have all the sex that we want. There's nothing to stop us."

"Nothing, darling," she said quickly. "Nothing."

It bothered her no end that she was doing it however and all the time she was thinking of ways of getting out of it.

"Don't you have some nice young girl you could make it with at school?" she asked him.

"Why should I hunt around for young chicks when I've got you?" he demanded.

"Well, that's a good question, darling," she admitted. "But really, you can't count on mom forever."

"No," he said, "when I get older, I'll find some chicks. But this is so convenient."

"Is it really, darling?" she smiled.

"Yes, mom," he said, "it is. Now, would you like your sweet pussy sucked?"

She looked at him and marveled at the way he spoke. It was done without guilt, without shame.

"Why are you staring at me like that?" he asked his mother.

"I'll tell you why," she said, "I remember your father. He was such a different man. He always had to do it face to face. I got so bored with it, honey, I could hardly keep grinding it out."

"What kind of a dude was dad?" he asked. "Dad was a real stud, honey. He was well hung. And he had good balls. You can be sure of that! However, he liked to play around in other women's playpens a little too much. I couldn't put up with that."

"Did he drink a lot?" he asked.

"Yes, darling," she said, "I hate to say anything negative about your father but the truth of the matter is that he was a real booze hound."

"Well, he wasn't much of a marriage bet then, was he, mom?" he admitted.

"No, darling, he wasn't. It was a pretty bum deal for your mother. But I've wised up a lot since then, darling."

"I'm glad you have, mom. Now, how are we going to have this pussy action?"

"Well, I think the best way, darling, would be for you to go down on me. I'll just sit up here and wrap my legs around you. I'd like to watch." He nodded as he got down between her legs. Then reaching up with both arms, he grabbed her breasts.

"Would you like this action, too?" he smiled.

"Oh, darling, it's so nice of you to be thoughtful of mother," she said.

"Anytime, mom," he said, "with a couple of tits like this, it's fun to be thoughtful."

He pinched the nipples to emphasize his point. Then he let his hot tongue lash out.

"Oh," she panted excitedly, "that is wild. Oh, yes, that's beautiful."

Now the pleasure was really building. And, she was tremendously excited when she felt his hot tongue licking and lashing away down at her vagina.

"Do it slowly, darling," she smiled at him. "That's it. No use rushing it. Reaching in there with your tongue, honey, and do it up right."

The hot tongue thrust inside her and she loved it. Every stab bringing her more pleasure and delight. Reaching down, she gripped her son's head and gasped excitedly.

"Oh, Brad baby, you're too much. Oh, lick me!

Lick me good!"

Suddenly, Brad pulled his tongue out of his mother's vagina and smiled.

"Don't stop now," she insisted, "what are you trying to do to me?"

"Just wanted to know if you appreciated my tongue job?" he said.

"Of course, I do, darling," she smiled. "But, baby, get back there."

"Let me put some honey in it, mom," he suggested with a sly smile.

"Do you have to?" she asked.

"Yes, I've got to," he insisted. "That's a weird way to do it and I want it."

"All right, baby," she agreed. "Go get the honey."

It didn't take him long to find the honey. And, opening his mother's pussy, he let it seep in there.

"Oh," he panted excitedly, "does that ever feel good!"

Now, his hot tongue stabbed in there and he licked furiously.

"Keep it up, darling," she begged, "keep doing it. Oh, yes. Keep doing it."

The delicious excitement that was surging through her body at this point had her going. She wrapped her legs around him and begged him.

"Oh, eat my pussy! Eat it for me! Oh, ah, yes, yes. Keep at it. Faster, baby, faster. That's beautiful. Oh, ah, yes, yes. Keep it going."

The delicious excitement that she was experiencing as her son's hot tongue stabbed her pussy was incredible Indeed.

"Oh, Brad, baby," she gasped, "I love you so much. You have no idea."

Her body was twisting and turning in sexual ecstasy. The young boy had to reach down and massage his mother's buttocks and hold her in place while he continued with his face over her vagina. The cock was hardening now so much he reached down and stroked himself.

"Oh, keep that going, darling," she begged, "keep that going. That's what I want!"

Together the pleasure was building to a passionate pitch and she knew that he would have to get his cock action again. But, first she wanted to get her juices off. She was eager to have him lick the honey combined with her orgasm.

"Oh, baby, mama's fixing you a sweet mixed drink. You're going to like it. Oh, baby you're going to really turn on with this."

Now he was almost there. The hot tongue continued stabbing. And then it happened. He came. Suddenly, she gushed.

"Eat me," she cried excitedly, "eat my pussy, baby, eat it. Oh, ah, yes, yes, baby, eat my juice."

The delirious excitement that surged through him now was almost overpowering. She was happy when his tongue ate her and it made her cum again and again.

"Oh, darling," she gasped excitedly, "I'm juicing again. Keep that hot tongue of yours lapping it up. Oh, ah, yes, yes!"

The super excitement that she was experiencing now had her clutching the sheets and crying out in delight and happiness.

"Oh, eat me, baby," she told him, "eat me. Eat my pussy. Get every bit of it."

Now the pleasure was over and his tongue slid out. However, she saw his big cock dangling there and she became excited just looking at him.

"Mom," he smiled at her, "I want to do something wild. I've got to get my rocks off."

"Oh, yes, baby," she said dreamily, "anything you want to do. Anything."

"That covers a lot of ground, mom," he laughed, "you have no idea what I have in mind."

"What is it?" she said.

"Let me go to my room and bring it back."

He went to his room and brought it back a moment later.

"What in the world is that?" she asked as she looked at a strange plastic penis.

He was sliding it over his penis.

"This is the way I'm going to make my thing get longer," he smiled.

"You're long enough, honey," she insisted.

"Well, baby, you're going to love this. And I mean love it."

"All right," she said, "but tell me what is that thing."

"Okay, mom, I'll show you. It's called the tickley."

"The tickley?" she said, "let me see it."

As he came over to her, she noted that it was formed of sponge rubber with an outer appearance of living flesh. And, then she saw that at the end of it, various small rubber projections surfacing around the head of the rubbery plastic penis.

"You see, mom, it makes my penis bigger and it tickles at the same time."

"Where on earth did you get that?" she asked. "I won it at school," he said.

"You won it?" she asked strangely.

"Yes, I did. I won it. We had a bet and I won."

"Oh, it does look strange to see that thing on you," she observed.

"Well, you're going to love the way it feels, mom. It really is going to be fun. It'll give you a wild, erotic turn-on."

"Well, I love to get my kicks," she agreed, "but looking at that thing makes me wonder if I'll enjoy it or not."

"Well, there's only one way to find out, mom," he smiled.

He got upon the bed quickly and straddled her. She took the long tickley penis in her hand. "Okay, baby, I'll guide you in."

Slowly, he eased the head of the plastic penis in. Next, she felt the tickling sensations as the various rubber projections slid in along with his own cock into which he had inserted himself.

"That is wild," she said, "you just slip it on like a glove. Well, baby, it feels good in me. Give me some good fucking action. I could stand a good screw."

She felt his balls bouncing and the shaft of part of what was in her was him. However, most of it was the plastic rubber tickley and penis head.

"Does it tickle, mom?" he smiled.

"Yes," she assured him, "and it tickles good. I like that."

"Beautiful," he smiled.

Now, he was really going to town with it. Ramming it in hard, he got his kicks. He grabbed her buttocks and continued thrusting.

"Oh, keep that up," she begged him. "Keep doing that! Oh, wow!"

She was really enjoying herself now and told him so.

"Oh, Brad, baby," she told him, "you're father was never this good. You really know an awful lot about love."

"Do I really?" he smiled at. her.

"You bet I do," he agreed.

There was no doubt in her mind that he really could give her a good time. The thing that she liked best of all was the sensations that surged through her body as he continued stabbing the french tickler tipped penis into her.

"Oh, Brad, fuck me, fuck me."

She was clawing his back now and he was beginning to bleed.

"Mom," he laughed, "what are you trying to do to me?"

"I don't know, son," she panted, "I get so turned on when you do me, I don't know."

He was really enjoying himself a lot.

"Grab it, mom," he panted, "grab the penis." She grabbed it with her vagina muscles. As she did so, a series of delicious new sensations went through her. She indeed enjoyed the french tickler. She wanted desperately to make her son happy. Her hands reached down to his buttocks and then she slid her hands around him there.

"Keep it up, baby," she begged, "keep it up. Oh, yes. I love that. Oh, love me. Love me, baby."

He loved the feeling of her hands sliding around his buttocks.

"Why do I like that so much, mom?" he questioned.

"Well, baby, I don't know but I'm glad you do like it."

She increased the pace of her fingers gliding around his behind as he increased the pace of his big penis with its french tickler driving into her.

"Oh, that's juicy," she panted. "I'm giving you a lot of lubrication, baby, because I'm getting turned-on now."

Indeed he was getting excited and the faster he did it to her the more excited she was getting.

"Shove it in there farther," she told him. "That's it. Do it, baby, do it. Oh, ah, yes, yes. That's what I dig. Keep doing it, baby."

Then she decided it would be fun to try it on top.

"Let's roll over, baby," she suggested. "I'd like to try it another way."

Rolling over, she did try it another way and she loved the sensations that were going through her.

"Oh, yes," she panted, excitedly, "does that ever feel good, baby. Oh, I love that! Fuck me, baby, fuck me!"

The delicious sensations now were increasing in intensity and pleasure.

"Oh," she panted excitedly, "that is beautiful, baby. Yes, yes! Oh, give it to me, lover."

The hard penis topped with the french ticklers was really achieving results. She loved being on top.

"I like to see you up there," he smiled. "It's fun looking at your breasts, mom."

"Well, it's a lot of fun looking at you, darling, shove away!"

He gave it to her in hard sudden thrusts. "Beautiful, baby," she told him enthusiastically, "that's the way your mama likes it. Oh, yes, keep cumming honey, keep cumming!"

"Oh, fuck," he panted, "fuck it, mom. Grab it with your pretty pussy. That's it. Oh, turn on." Reaching up he gripped her breasts and played with them. As she felt his hands on her, she became more and more stimulated.

"Oh, yes, baby," she panted, "that's what I dig. Oh, do it, do it for me."

The pleasure was building every second and she loved it more every moment.

"Oh, honey," she gasped excitedly, "please, do it, baby. Oh, yes. I love it."

"Play with the nipples lightly," she begged him, "you're too rough."

"Am I?" he smiled.

"Yes you are," she said angrily. "Are you sadist or something?"

"Maybe," he smiled, as he went on ramming.

"You like this?"

He was thrusting now at various angles. In sudden hard, driving thrusts, he would jab it to the left, then he would ride it to the right.

"Oh," he panted excitedly, "that is beautiful! Oh, yes, baby. Keep doing it."

Her nipples were erect now as he went on sliding in there.

"Mama, I want to lick your breasts," he told her, "I want to lick them a lot."

"Well, finish baby, finish it."

He gave a few sudden thrusts and the juice spurted into her.

"Oh," she panted excitedly, "that is wild! Oh finish it!"

He rode in quick sudden thrusts and got his rocks off. Then he pulled the french tickler out of her as she got up.

"Oh, mom, what fucks. Now, bend over me and brush your breasts over my face. I want to lick them!"

She was happy to do this for him. As she bent over him, he gripped each breast.

"Oh, yes," he told her, "that feels good to me. Oh, I just love that."

His hands were now massaging her breasts ever so gently.

"Keep it up, darling," she told him quickly, "keep doing that."

He was enjoying the pleasure more every moment.

"Oh," she said, "I love the way you lick. You've sure got a good tongue."

Faster and faster, his tongue worked. And then, he began nibbling.

"Remember, baby, those nipples are super sensitive. Not so hard."

But, he wasn't paying any attention to her. He was biting. Suddenly, she saw blood trickling down her breasts.

"Stop it," she said angrily, "you may be hot blooded but I don't want to have my breasts bleeding."

She pulled off the bed and he lay there laughing.

"It's not funny," she said rushing to the bathroom.

She washed her breasts off. Then she came back to him.

"Look at these awful marks your teeth left in me," she complained.

"I'm sorry," he said, "I guess I got carried away. You know like Dracula."

"Well, I don't want to make our sex into a horror movie," she said. "Sex is supposed to be something that two people enjoy. You certainly can't enjoy this!"

She lay down beside him and told him tightly, "I really think you ought to get another sex partner. You're getting to be too much for me."

"I don't need anybody else," he smiled.

He reached for her hand and placed it on his balls.

"Massage them, mom," he insisted.

"And if I don't want to," she demanded.

"Go ahead," he demanded.

She let her hands wander around his testicles and he became more excited every moment.

"Oh, that does feel good," he told her, "I love it."

"Good," she smiled, "I thought you would." There was no doubt in her mind now that he was off sexually. And it worried her.

"I think you're oversexed son," she said.

"Well, then I do need it, don't I?" he smiled. She didn't have an answer for that. As she continued massaging his testicles she could see his penis was getting longer and longer.

"Isn't that a great cock," he smiled.

"Yes," she said tightly, "but you don't need to be so damned egotistical about it."

"Oh, keep rubbing, mom, keep rubbing them." Now, she reached up and gripped his penis. She squeezed it.

"Oh, ah, yes, pull it."

She began pulling it back and forth, and he got hotter and hotter.

"Yes, mom," he grunted.

And now he was wiggling about as if he was going to shoot his rocks off.

"Can't you keep your ass still?" she demanded. "No, mom," he told her, "not when I get that hot. That's beautiful. You've got a good hand. Oh, yes. Pull slowly back and forth."

As she did so, he got so excited that she was fearful he would shoot in an instant. She pulled her hand off.

"Don't stop now," he said, "I want you to keep doing it. What I really would like would be for you to rub my cock between your breasts."

"All right," she said, "but this is the last round. I'm not going to give you anymore sex. It wouldn't be good for you."

"Can I help it if I've got a big cock?" he said. "Well, no," she said, "but I just am not going to keep this action up."

"Just rub your breasts over my cock," he begged.

She bent over and let her breasts fall on both sides. Then his cock was in the middle. She massaged it.

"Oh, yes," he panted excitedly, "keep that going. That's beautiful, mom. Do it."

She saw the penis swelling larger and larger as she increased her hand movements.

"Isn't that beautiful? Rub those tits against it!"

Now, she was massaging his penis against her breasts. She enjoyed it.

"How does it feel, mom?" he smiled.

"I like it, son," she said. "Particularly your balls. I love the intoxicating feel of them."

"Well, don't think I don't like your breasts around my penis and my balls," he smiled. "I sure do. And, mom, I want you to finish with the hand job. I want to watch my juice spatter all over your breasts."

"Okay, Brad," she agreed.

She played with his penis enthusiastically and it wouldn't be long now she knew, for he was trembling.

"Oh," he panted excitedly, "that is just beautiful, baby. Oh yes. I love it."

Now, she was almost there. And so was he. Reaching down she was fingering herself as she continued pumping his penis.

"Oh," he panted, "that is wild. Twist your body around, mom, so I can play with your pussy while you pull off my penis."

"All right, son," she smiled.

She arranged her body so he could have access to her vagina. Then she went on pulling on his penis.

"Faster, mom," the young boy panted, "faster. Oh yes, that's just how I like it. Keep going, baby, keep going. That's beautiful."

He was nearing climax. And she was eagerly awaiting that second when he would spurt his white juice all over the place.

"Oh, yes," she panted, "that's it. Oh, baby, do it."

It wasn't going to be much longer now. The hot, white juice was starting to build in his penis and it was ready to shoot.

"Oh," he gasped excitedly, "I'm juicing. Oh!" Now, he shot. And sure enough, his white liquid flashed all over her breasts. She loved the feel of it as it splashed across them.

"I shot all over your breasts, mom," he cried, "I shot your breasts with my juice."

"Yes, Brad baby, you did. You're a naughty boy."

"But it was a lot of fun."

"Finish me, dear," she said, "get those fingers going. That's it. Work on the love button. Yes, baby, yes. That's what I want. Keep it going."

He went to work effectively fingering her. And she was enjoying it immensely.

"Oh, darling," she panted, excitedly, "now you're doing it. That's wild, baby, wild."

It wasn't going to be much longer now. And the hot juices would be trickling down her leg.

"Faster, honey," she told him, "faster, Brad. Shove those fingers up there. Oh, mama loves it! Oh, my pussy loves it. That's it. Oh, right on the love button!"

Massaging it quickly over her clitoris,' he felt her juicing.

"You're cumming, mom," he said, pressing his lips against her vagina and licking quickly.

"Oh, what a darling boy you are," she said passionately, "how mama loves your tongue. Oh, you really know how to slide it, honey. Way up there. Get it all, honey. Lick it. Lick it."

He was licking furiously now and enjoying himself.

"Suck it," she gasped excitedly as her face reddened and her body heated up. "Suck mama's pussy. Oh, baby, get the juice out. That is beautiful. Oh, ah, yes, yes, eat it out. Eat it out." The delicious excitement that went through her now had her delirious.

"Oh," she panted, "that is beautiful, baby, beautiful."

Now the sensation that was surging through her had given her such tremendous happiness and joy that she wanted more to do with him. He had brought her around with his delightful playing with her.

"Oh, I just love that, honey," she told him. "What a lover you are. You know just how to do me. Oh, baby, I love you."

The pleasure had increased now to the point where he was determined to have more fun with her.

"You're a real turn on," he told her happily. "You really know how to do it."

He patted her asscheek playfully and smiled at her.

"Wouldn't it be nice if we had someone else doing it with us?"

"I don't know," she said, "I never had sex with two men."

"Well, two penises are better than one," he winked.


CHAPTER FOUR

The next week Brad did indeed talk to a young boy about having sex. Allen invited Brad over to his place and began talking to him.

"You know I'd like to have a good swinging orgy," Allen suggested.

"I've got an idea," Brad told him, "I know a woman, an older woman, who likes to ball."

"Anyone I know?" Allen asked curiously.

"No," he told him, "but she'll do everything."

"Everything?" he asked excitedly. "You mean blow jobs and everything?"

"Yes," he told him frankly, "everything. You'll love it."

"I probably will," he agreed. "I like everything. But, my brother told me about some chick in Viet Nam who licked his behind out. Will she do that too?"

"She loves licking," Brad smiled, "she is really turned on."

"How much older?" the boy asked now.

"Oh, I don't know, probably thirty-two, thirty-three," he said.

"That's a good age," the boy agreed.

"It is a good age," Brad assured him. "Then a woman is willing to do a lot of things she won't do when she's younger. I don't dig these young chicks who won't do everything."

"I only know of one girl in school who is willing to do a lot of things," he said. "Terry, that little redhead that we have in math class, she does a lot of head jobs, so I hear. But she charges."

"A little whore."

"Right on," he smiled, "and I don't dig paying for it."

"I don't either," he said, "and I'm lucky I've got someone who'll do me free."

"You are lucky," he agreed.

The two boys laughed and joked about it all. But, in reality it was no laughing matter at all for Brad because he felt a compelling urge to play.

"My father has these fuck position cards," he said, "they've got different positions. Would you like to see them?"

"I sure would," he agreed. "Let me see them." He took them out and the two boys began look mg at them. They were indeed remarkable shots. It showed the various positions of people in sexual intercourse.

The first one amazed and amused Brad.

"Isn't that a fantastic one," he smiled. "Look, that woman is doing it in a chair."

"Haven't you ever had a chair fuck?" Allen laughed.

"No, I'll admit it, I haven't."

"Well, I fucked Terry in a chair the other day," he smiled. "And it was really super. The way you do it is this. The gal sits in the chair and then you sit in her. It's beautiful. You just slide in and look at each other. It's great. The woman has to sit on the edge of the chair. The man is on his knees and he makes his entrance from the front. Then he can get a real deep fuck. She spreads her legs and they can kiss and have a ball. I love it when she feels me all over."

"Well, it would be fun," he said, "if I give you a good fucking with this older woman, you've got to introduce me to Terry and give me a good send-off with her. I'd like to have some action with her."

"I'll do that for you," he said. "Why not?" Now the boys were looking at the other fuck position cards. The next card depicted the man on his back and the woman on top. She was throwing her legs forward and then he was really going at it.

"That's a beautiful position, too," Allen chuckled. "I've fucked her that way. I like to have a woman on top. She can guide my penis and do super things."

"That woman in those pictures is beautiful. I like her long hair."

"Who's looking at her hair?" he laughed. "Look at her ass. Isn't she built."

"She certainly is," Brad agreed.

Then they looked at the next picture.

"Oh, that looks beautiful," he said, "fucking up on the table."

"Right on," he said. "The woman lies on the side of the table and the man stands. Then his hands are free to caress her ass while he slides his cock into her pussy. The penis has a super position this way."

"Have you ever done any table fucking?" Brad asked.

"I sure as hell have," he said, "haven't you? Where you been living?"

"Well, I just didn't know about it," he explained.

"Well, now you do," he grinned. "And you really ought to try it. It's fantastic!"

The next shot showed the woman on her back. The man was sitting up and she was wrapping her legs around him. He was thrusting in while he reached out to grab her breasts. Both boys studied t getting erections just looking at it.

"Those are great jerk off cards," Brad smiled. "I bet you've beaten your penis to them," he said.

"Well why not?" he said, "what do you expect me to do?"

The next card depicted a man standing and the woman was lying on her back. She was wrapping her legs around the man as he slid his penis into her cunt. It was a strange way to do it as it looked like her head was going back. However, his penis was going in and his hands were grabbing her ass cheeks.

"Oh, look at this one," he smiled. "I would love that."

The woman was lying on her back throwing her legs up over the man. Her feet were playing with his buttocks as he rammed it to her.

"Oh, I'd like that," Brad told him. "That looks like wild fucking."

"It is," he said.

The two boys put down the cards.

"I better not show you anymore of these," Allen smiled. "You're getting too hot."

"You're right," he told him. "I'd better not look at anymore. I'm so hot I might want to screw you."

"Don't try that," he said, "I don't dig boys."

"How about Alice Cooper?" he smiled.

"Absolutely not," he said. "I just don't dig that scene."

"Me neither," he said, "I want a good screw and that is it. And I dig pussy."

"I do too," he smiled. "Alice Cooper is a byproduct of atom bomb fallout."

As the boys had finished talking about sex, Brad invited him over for a fuck.

"I think we can do it over at my place," he suggested.

"What about your mom?" Allen asked.

"Well, she'll be out that night," he replied.

"But what if she comes back before we're through?"

"A very good question," he said. "I'll think it over."

"I don't want to get caught in any trap," he said. "The best place to do it is a motel. There you're safe."

"Do they have fucking motels?" Brad asked not sure of what to do about getting together.

"Of course, they do," he said, "they have plenty of places like that."

"Well, I'll talk it over with this woman who likes to ball."

"You better do that," he said, "I wouldn't want to have your mother catch us. That would be all I would need."

"Okay," he agreed.

Brad left and he was glad that Allen had never met his mother. They lived on the fringe of the school district and she had never come to any of the PTA meetings. He was glad she hadn't. When he went home, he told his mother what he had planned.

"Mom," Brad began, "how would you like to enjoy two boys?"

"What are you talking about, baby?" she said slurring her words as she drank her liquor.

"I'm talking about sex, mom. And, I want to get together with you. We could have a lot of fun. This kid, Allen, is really something."

"Well, I hope he doesn't have any disease, darling," she said, "you just can't trust the high school kids these days."

"He's clean, mom. You don't have to worry about it."

"How do you know?" she asked curiously. "Did you inspect him?"

"Hardly, mom," he admitted, "but I'm not going to get uptight about it."

"Well, I am, honey," she said, "I've kept my vagina clean. And I don't want to get it dirty. More than that, if he comes here, how will we keep it a secret from him that he's balling me? Your mother?"

"He suggested we go to a motel. And I think that's a pretty good suggestion."

"Oh, sure it is," she said, "and who pays for the room?"

"We all do," he said, "a third each."

"Well that makes it two-thirds for me, darling," she said, "because I don't think you have much of a money reserve."

"How much do you think the room will cost?" Brad asked her.

"Plenty," she replied. "At least twenty."

"Well, that's about seven bucks each. That's not bad."

"Make it fourteen," she said, "because to my knowledge you have no money."

"Yes, mom, that's true. I don't have any money. Maybe I should get me a job."

"Doing what?" she asked.

"Doing any work I can find."

"Oh, forget it," she said, "I've got enough money to pay. And I would enjoy sex that way. I think it would be fun to let's say, eat me while I eat him. You're so good down there."

"Why, thank you, mom," he replied. "That's quite a compliment you're paying me."

"Well, you've got quite a tongue," she smiled, "you have such good long reach. I must admit you are very good at it."

"Well, I'm glad to hear that."

"And I take part of the credit, too," she said, "don't think I don't. I taught you sex."

"Are you bragging or complaining, mom?" he laughed.

"Bragging, darling," she said, "I have been quite a sex pot in my day."

"I'll bet you have at that," he laughed.

"Yes," she said, "when I got low on money and the boss was about to fire me, I tried to think of some good reasons why he should keep me on."

"Like what?" he winked.

"A little sex."

"I bet you hated it too, didn't you, mom?" he smiled.

"No," she said, "not exactly. It would depend upon the man. I usually had to perform orally on him."

"Orally?" he asked.

"With my mouth, baby," she said, "with my hot mouth. They can't get their wives to do what they want. So, they ask their lovers to take care of them. I didn't mind servicing them. But, sometimes it could get to be a little nauseating to have those giant sized penises jammed down my throat!"

"Do they like that a lot?" he asked.

"Yes, darling, unfortunately, they do. They used to be content with a simple suck. That means the penis shoved in the mouth and the tongue working over it. Now, since they've gone for that throat action, they're all throat fucks. I don't care for that. I heard of a girl who choked on it."

"No," Brad said alarmed, "that really happened?"

"Well, I don't know for sure," she said, "that boss that I worked for used to tell a lot of tall tales. Maybe he was just saying something to frighten me. But, when he rammed his huge pecker down my throat, I thought I would gag."

"But you didn't," he smiled. "Oh, mom, this guy Allen said he would like his behind sucked. Would you do it?"

"No, baby," she said. "Even if he takes a shower. There's not a reason in the world. I don't give oral sex!"

"Well, that's not nice of you, mom," he said, "because it would make Allen real happy."

"Well, I'm anxious to make anyone happy that I can, baby," she said, "but never that way."

"He showed me some pictures of different screwing positions, that would be fun to get into."

"One of those characters," she said, "well, I don't know if I would like to do it with him or not."

"What do you mean, mom?" he asked a little puzzled by her perplexing response.

"Well, some of those bastards who like to screw want to try everything. One time one of those guys who wanted every position was doing it upside down. I got dizzy."

"Well, I imagine you would, mom," he said, "I don't think that's nice."

"Well, I don't either, honey," she said, "and the worst of it was, he could hardly get it off. If he could have done it quickly, that would have been one thing, but to be on my head and have that horrid old penis drilling me and not able to shoot was disgusting."

"I imagine it would be, mom. You've had a lot of experience, haven't you?"

"Well, I've had my share along life's highway," she smiled.

"Well, would that mean you've had a lot of mileage, mom?" he asked.

"That's an awful thing to say," she said angrily. "You can tell by looking at me, dear, I haven't had much mileage. I'm still fresh, young and good fucking. And, don't you ever forget it."

"You won't let me, mom," he laughed. "Certainly not," she said, "what positions did you like?"

"Well, I like the one where the guy was screwing her on the table. She was lying on her side on the table and he was sliding his penis into her."

"Oh that horrid position," she said, "I never did like that one."

"You've tried it, you mean?"

"Oh, that's an oldie," she said, "but a goodie."

"Would you let me do it to you now, mom?" he asked.

"I don't know," she said. "I hate to use the dinner table. It doesn't seem right."

"Why not, mom?" he asked.

"Well, the dinner table was made for dining. Not for sex. Beds were made for fucking."

"I know that," he agreed, "but it's a lot of fun to try something different."

"Oh, all right," she said, "I'll have to take the tablecloth off and put on a sheet. That's the only way."

"All right," he said, "I'll get the vaseline and you get the sheet."

"And, I'd better lock the doors, dear," she said, "I'd hate to have anyone barging in and find us hot at it on the dining room table."

"I know what you mean, mom," he said, "they might think something was wrong with us."

"Undoubtedly they would," she said. "But it is fun. I tried it once that way with a man."

"Wasn't it a little bit hard?" he asked.

"What dear?" she asked, "the dining room table or his penis?"

"Both," he smiled.

"Honey, there was a table pad. Bo, the table wasn't too bad. And as far as his cock was concerned, I'm thankful to say it was hard. He gave me a good time. And, it didn't take long to get Iris penis off."

"I bet you liked that, didn't you, mom?"

"No," she said, looking off vaguely, "he got it off too quick. They call that premature orgasm."

"What's that?" he asked.

"Well, that's when a guy gets so excited that he can't control himself. He just keeps ramming away and his old rod gets so turned on that he can't stop. The juice spurts out and he isn't happy and I'm not happy either."

"Well, why aren't you happy. What difference does it make as long as it shoots?"

"Don't you even know that?" she asked disgustedly. "Haven't I taught you anything? Half the fun of sex, honey, is the doing. It isn't that moment of explosion. That just lasts a second or so. The fun is building up to that climax. And, you want to take a little time. Let the penis slide in there and then stop. Don't keep drilling every second. Drill awhile and then stop."

"Like a dentist," he laughed.

"Well, a lot more pleasurable drilling with a penis than with a dental drill," she giggled.

She was hurrying now to take the table cloth off. Next, she put the table pad on.

"Well, I'm glad I bought this new pad for the table," she said. "But I didn't count on using it for screwing."

"Just a minute, mom," he said, "I'll get some vaseline. Be right back."

"Oh, I'm sure you will," she said. "When a man's balls are on fire and he knows where he can get the fire extinguished, he'll be back." Madeline smiled at her son, Brad, as he darted up the stairs. He was such a handsome boy that it excited her just to think of having sex with him. Yet, she felt more than a little guilt. Using the dining room table was a trifle disgusting to her. She locked the door and pulled the draperies. Then she turned on a soft light in the dining room and started stripping. By the time Brad came back, she was out of her clothes and sitting on the edge of the dining room table.

"Ready baby," she said, "how's your cock?"

"Hard as a rock, mom," he told her, "and I'm dying to fuck you."

"Good, darling," she said, "I can hardly wait to get a good balling. There's nothing I like better than being fucked."

"I know that, mom," he agreed.

He was really turned on now. She took the vaseline from him.

She told him, "I'll do that for you, darling." Unscrewing the cap of the jar, she dipped her finger in and then massaged some of the lubricating jelly onto his cock.

"Oh, that feels real groovy," he told her. "I like it when you touch my penis."

"I can see that," she smiled, "baby, let's screw."

She spread her legs for him and told him, "Now slide up there, baby. I don't like to lie on my side, I prefer being on my back and throwing my legs around you. Get up here and fuck it!"

"You're horny too, aren't you, mom?" he laughed.

"Right on, son," she said, "it's just a pity that you couldn't bring that beautiful boy over here and let me have him. I would enjoy doing his cock, while you're fucking me."

"I didn't dare, mom," he explained. "He said that my mom would probably return. And, I would hate to have him think of you being here. It would never work."

"I know," she said. "Fourteen dollars. Well, it'll be worth it."

"Fuck it," he told her, "twist your ass. That's it, mom. Let me get it up there."

With a sudden hard thrust, he got it in all the way. Now, she twisted about and as his penis slid around inside of her she became more and more excited.

"Oh, baby," she panted, "fuck me. Fuck me. Oh, ah, yes, yes. Keep doing it."

Now, she was really going to town.

"Shove it into me, baby," she begged him, "shove it in there."

He rammed it in hard and she gave forth a howl of delight.

"Oh, darling, I love this position," she told him. "A table is really wild for making it. Oh, baby, you're some table fucker."

The young boy's balls bounced on her, as he thrust his rod farther into her. Pumping it as hard as he could, he reached, for her breasts.

"This is a good place to do it," he told her, "I can play with your breasts real easy."

"Yes, you can, honey," she told him. "Do that for me. Oh, ah, yes, yes. Fuck it! Fuck it faster!" The penis was sliding in there and she loved it. The vaseline was doing its lubrication job and it wasn't difficult.

"Keep fucking it, baby," he begged her. "Keep fucking. Oh, ah, yes, yes, baby, that's what I dig. Do it, baby, do it."

The pulsating pleasure was increasing with every cock thrust and he enjoyed it more.

"Oh," he panted, "that is wild. Oh, baby, fuck. Fuck it."

The furious pitched fucking continued and every thrust became more exciting.

"Keep it up, darling," he panted eagerly. "Oh, yes. Keep doing it. I love it."

The delirious excitement now was increased with his hands playing with her breasts.

"Use your hands, too, honey," she said. "With a couple of fingers in here, and your other hand on my breast, and your cock drilling me, I'll be getting screwed royally."

"Yes," he panted, "you sure will."

The hot blooded young boy kept his tool sliding in there in piston precision movements. He was enjoying it more with every movement.

"Oh," he panted, "I love it. Oh, yes, mom, that is fucking. Wild fucking."

Now his hands were massaging her and the other hand reached out to grip her breasts.

"Oh, darling," she panted, deliriously, "oh, I love that. Give it to me. Give me that fuck. Fuck. Fuck faster."

The drilling action continued and he was enjoying it now.

"Oh mom," he panted eagerly, "twist your tail. Oh yes, twist it for me. Oh, ah, yes, yes."

He pulled his hands off her, and took his hand off her breast. He grabbed her ass and held on.

"Hang in there, honey," he said, ramming it into her faster now, "oh, baby, yes. Fuck. Fuck it."

"That's beautiful, oh, ah, yes, yes. Fuck. Fuck faster."

The tremendous tempo at which he was drilling her surprised her. He was picking up speed and she could tell that he was beginning to do it better.

"How am I doing, mom?" he smiled.

As she looked up into her son's face and saw his well sun tanned skin and his flashing white teeth, she nodded.

"Oh, Brad baby," she panted, "you are a wild one. I love doing it with you darling."

"Do you really, mom?" he smiled.

"More than anyone I've ever had," she said. "You have to be the best. The very best."

"I want to be, mom," he said breathlessly, "I want to be the best fuck you've ever had."

"You are, darling. Drill it. Stab it to the left. Now twist my tail to the right. Corkscrew fucking."

"Okay, mom," he said driving his dick to the right as she twisted her tail to the left.

"That does feel good," he said, "I like corkscrew fucking."

"I thought you would, darling," she said, "that's a secret of a good call girl."

"Were you the call girl, mom?" he chuckled.

"No," she said, "but a girlfriend of mine was. A girl that used to work at the office and hustle part-time."

"You jab it to the left and you twist to the right. That's it!"

He jabbed it to the left and she twisted her tail to the right. This counter motion produced electrical waves of sexual delight up and down his spine.

"Oh, keep doing it, mom, I love that. Fuck. Oh, ah, yes, yes, baby. Fuck. Faster, baby, faster. Oh, ah yes yes. That's beautiful. Keep fucking." Now he was happy. Every second he was excited and stimulated.

"Baby that's beautiful," he told her excitedly. "I just love it."

She knew that he wouldn't be much longer before he would be there.

"Ram it home," she told him eagerly, "give it to me, baby. Give it to me. I want it. That's it. Fuck. Fuck, baby, fuck"

Now he was pitching it to her at a furious pace. He rammed it in as far as it would go, his balls jiggling on her. And, then he unloaded.

"Oh, I'm cuming," he panted. "I'm shooting, mom, I'm shooting. Twist your ass for me."

She ground her butt around as he gushed in her vagina. She loved it.

"Oh, baby, that really excites me," she said as the sexual electricity made her spine tingle with pleasure.

Now, Brad looked into her eyes and smiled. "Beautiful, mom," he grinned, "really beautiful. I really like fucking you."

"It's a lot of fun, isn't it?" she grinned.

"You bet it is," he told her frankly.

There wasn't the least trace of doubt in her mind now about sex with her son. She was certain that he really knew how to do it. And she was happy.

"Oh, baby," she panted, "I want you to do it so many ways to me. I would love right now to have your tongue sliding in me."

"Would you really, mom?" he grinned, his eyes delighted.

"Oh, yes, baby. Right here on the table. I can't think of a better place to serve a hot lunch than on the dining room table, can you?"

His eyes glowed as he responded.

"Absolutely not," he said, sliding his tool out of her vagina a little too quickly.

"Not so fast, darling," she said, "it hurts when you do it that fast."

"Sorry, mom," he said slowing down.

Now he was ready and so was she. She looked at him hungrily. When his penis was dangling between his legs, he got on his knees and put his hands under her buttocks and pulled her vagina to his face.

"Suck me, darling," she asked. "Suck me. Stab that up there. Oh, baby, lick it. Lick it. Quicker!" She was really turned on now as the young boy went to town. It was amazing to her how effectively he could do his thing.

"Stab your tongue in there, baby," she begged him quickly. "Oh, yes, baby, love me. Love me. Oh, I like that. Just like that, darling."

The hot tongue drilled into her. She became so excited now that she was trembling.

"Play with my breasts baby," she panted, "play with the nipples. That's right. Pinch the nipples. Oh, baby, I love it. Lick my love button. Oh, yes, baby. Concentrate on my clit. That's it, lick my love button. Oh, honey, nibble me. That's it. Let me feel those teeth."

The moment that his teeth nibbled her clitoris, a wave of pleasure surged through her body.

"Oh, honey," she panted, twisting her ass around, "I can hardly stand it. Oh, honey, it's too much."

The boy was delighted that he had gotten his mother this excited. This was the pitch that he wanted to keep her at. His hot tongue stabbed her again and again. Now, he was determined to make her cum.

"Suck me, darling," she panted, "suck my pussy. Suck my juicy pussy. Oh, ah, yes, yes. That's what I want. Eat it."

Her frenzied pleas encouraged him on. And his hot tongue drove into her in piston precision movements.

"Lash it," she panted, "lash it. Oh, baby, love it. Suck it. Suck that pretty pussy. Suck it."

The delirious excitement that he felt at this point was making him shake too. He loved it. The feel of her breasts excited him and the smell of her down there as well as the taste of her starting to juice had him shaking.

"Eat my pussy," she cried now, "suck it. Oh, ah, yes, darling, yes. Suck my pussy."

Suddenly, she erupted. She gushed while his hot tongue swept out. He licked quicker and quicker.

"Oh," she panted quickly, "love it. Love it, darling, love it."

And, indeed he did love it. Every delicious drop of it. And his hot tongue continued licking her velvety vagina walls as she twisted about in pleasure.

"Oh, baby, you're beautiful. Eat mama's sweet pussy. Eat mama's vagina."

The boy loved doing his thing and she loved it too. He didn't pull his tongue out of her twat until he had finished eating her.

"Oh, lover," she sighed excitedly, "that was great. You're really a groovy fucker."

The passionate pleasure that she had derived from this sexual excitement had really gotten to her. Every moment she enjoyed it.

"Oh, darling," she said quickly, "you are too much. You really are."

"Mom," he said, "I'm horny again."

"Well, just get up here," she said, "get up on your knees, baby, and stab that into my pussy. I love it. Do it to me now. I love it sliding in my pussy."

He wasted no time. He got on the dining room table and as he looked in the mirror over the buffet, he laughed.

"Don't we look cute," he grinned.

"Yes, we do, baby," she said. "We make a beautiful sexy sight. Mama loves it too. Don't think I don't."

Suddenly he thrust into her pussy. Her vagina muscles clutched him.

"That's it, honey," she panted excitedly, "give it to me. Give it to me."

She was really delighted at the exciting action that was taking place. She loved the way he drilled her. With all of that excitement and passion pulsating in his peter, she gripped it.

"What are you doing, mom?" he asked curiously.

"I'm snapping my pussy for you, honey," she said. "How does that grab you?"

"Oh, I love that, mom," he panted, "it's a beautiful sensation. Keep snapping that pussy. Oh, yes. You've got that down to perfection. You know all about it."

"I should, darling," she said, "I've snapped my pussy for enough men in my time."

"Oh, yes," he told her, "just like that. Oh, I love it. Twist your tail. Twist it like you did when I was fucking you before. That's it, mom, oh yes, combine the snapping pussy with the twisting tail. Now you've got it. Oh, fuck. Fuck!"

He was really ramming it in there now and their bodies were slapping together as the wet perspiration surfaced on both of them.

"You're a beautiful fucker," she said, "you've got a penis like I've never had before. You're not only long, baby, but you're hard. And you stay hard. Oh, yes, baby."

"Do I shoot good loads?" he asked.

"Oh, you bet you do," she smiled. "You shoot a lot of juice. You're a very virile boy. Oh, yes. Fuck me. Fuck me faster, lover. Oh, ah, yes. Yes.

Give it to me."

He couldn't give her enough activity. She was so stimulated that she wanted more and more. "Fuck it," he panted, "fuck it."

She thrust her pelvis up, raising off the table as his rod jabbed into her.

"That's it, mom," he panted, "wild. Oh, grab my penis. Grab it. Massage my penis with your vagina."

She massaged his dick inside of her as the coils of her vagina clasped around his cock, he became more and more intensely excited. She could feel his body quivering, as the pulsating penis started to shoot.

"Oh, I'm there," he panted excitedly. "I made it, mom. I made it."

The juicy penis had exploded inside of her and she was turning and twisting as she came too.

"Right on target, son," she panted, "I made it with you, baby. I made it too."

Now, she was panting and clasping his asscheeks. She slid her hands around his ass, to add to his delight.

"Oh, sweetheart," she smiled, "that was so beautiful. That's the best I ever had."

"Me too, mom," he told her quickly. "I loved it. Every second of it."

He was quivering with excitement and so was she.

"Oh, honey," she said, "what did I ever do to deserve a son like you? We were made for each other."

"You can say that again, mom," he smiled. "I could never find anyone who could do such fantastic things for me."

"You don't hold it against me because I love you this way, do you?" she asked anxiously.

"Look," he said, "a man needs a woman to take care of that thing dangling between his legs. And you take care of it better than anybody could, honey. You know just how to give me the blow jobs I want. You're not ashamed to eat me either. And you know how to give me a good head as well as a tight fuck. What son could ask for anything more?"

"Oh, darling," she said quietly, "kiss me."

He bent over, pressing his lips on her. Then he let his hot tongue slide into her mouth. She brushed her breasts against his chest and reached for his asscheeks as he continued pumping into her.

"Try for a double header," she grinned.

Pulling his tongue away from her, he asked her. "A double header?"

"Yes, baby," she said snapping her vagina around his penis again. "Some men can make it over and over. I think you can too."

"Maybe I can, mom," he agreed.

Now the hot penis was driving in there relentlessly.

"That's it, lover," she panted, excitedly. "Do it. Keep it going. Faster, baby, faster. Drill it. Oh, ah, yes, baby, yes."

She was reaching around him now and massaging his back as well as his butt.

"I like your hands all over me," he told her, "it feels so good. You know just how to keep my bottom happy."

"It's because I love you, son," she said. "All of these exciting movements come to me naturally. It's instinctive. It's love."

"You bet your sweet fucking ass it is," he said. "And any bastard that tries to tell me it isn't, I'd kill him."

"Oh, baby," she said, "you mustn't get so excited you say things like that."

"I mean it, mom," he panted as he went on drilling her. "You are fantastic. What a tight pussy you've got. Oh, I love it. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck it. Fuck it."

Driving his pulsating peter into her now in rapid fire movements he suddenly shot once more and she climaxed too.

"We made it again, darling," she said, her voice exhilarated now. "Wasn't that wild? Oh, baby, that was so beautiful. That was wild. Oh, I just loved it."

"So did I," he grinned, "it was fun, wasn't it?"

"Oh yes, baby, it was."

The delicious excitement that surged through him now showed in his face and he kissed her all over her face. He kissed her eyelids, he kissed her ears and then he planted a big kiss on her lips. She pressed back real hard and opening her mouth he slid his tongue in there. Their tongues licked together and she continued playing with his back, playing with his ass and reaching down to finger the back of his balls.

"Oh, darling," she sighed as he pulled his tongue out of her, "I wish we could be locked in love like this forever."

He withdrew his penis from her and smiled at her.

"That was a good screw, mom. I really enjoyed it"

She lay there on the dining room table and looked at him lovingly.


CHAPTER FIVE

A couple of days later, Brad got into a discussion with his mother about getting together with Allen for the orgy.

"I don't know whether we're doing the right thing or not," she told him frankly.

"Oh, mom, he doesn't know what you look like," Brad told her.

"It makes no difference, darling," she said, "there's going to be a hell of a lot of trouble if he ever finds out that he was fucking me. Your mother."

"I'll be in worse trouble," he laughed, "they'll call me a rotten mother you know what."

She turned and looked at him angrily.

"Don't you ever say a thing like that," she snapped.

"Why not, mom?" he demanded. "It would be true."

"No it wouldn't," she said angrily. "That isn't the way to look at it. When two people love each other, a dirty name can't apply. That's putting love into a category. And believe me, baby, what I feel for you doesn't fit into a category of a dirty joke."

"I don't feel that way either, mom," Brad said wrapping his arms around her, "but remember we live in a big, big world. And we may look at it one way but other people look at it another way."

"I know that only too well, darling," she said, "I wish I didn't know it so well."

She was becoming nervous now as she thought more about it.

"Baby," she smiled, "I'll tell you what I think we ought to do. We ought to pick out the motel ourselves. I'll give you all the money. You collect from him. Then you bring him there. But don't tell him in advance where it'll be. Meet him at a corner someplace. Now, let's go out and drive around and see if we can find a motel that looks like an appropriate one."

"Okay mom," he agreed.

A moment or two later, they were driving down streets looking for a motel that they thought they could go to.

"There's one," she said, "that looks like the perfect place. You see baby, it's just two blocks from where that topless and bottomless show is. And don't think there isn't a reason. I'm sure that the motel works in concert with it. And the hookers just go in there."

"Right on mom," he said, "and do you see that big sign up there, adult movies."

"I do," she laughed, "but we'll be making our own."

"Are you going to photograph us doing it?" he asked.

"Of course not," she said, "I was just teasing."

"Mom, you check and find out how much the room costs," he told her.

"Okay, I will."

She parked the car and went up to the motel. She found out the rooms were rather expensive. Twenty-four dollars. She came back to the car and told her son, "It sure costs like hell."

"How much?" he questioned.

"Twenty-four lousy bucks," she said disgustedly, "isn't that awful?"

"Yes it is," he agreed, "I guess it costs to be sinful."

"I guess it does," she said, "the devil isn't a cheap man to work for."

She thought about it a long moment and then said, "Well, let's go ahead. This will be where we will go. And you can meet him over there a block from that topless joint. Of course, you can't go in there. But at least you can go by and look at some of the pictures."

"I've already looked at them mom," he laughed, "and you know, it's disgusting. They are all covered up. They have stars over their nipples."

"How disgusting," she said with a laugh. "Well, do you think you'd better call Allen up tonight?"

"I'll see him at school tomorrow," he said, "this is Thursday. So, I'll have to catch him tomorrow."

"I hope you know what you're doing," she said, "I'm really mad, to let you decide what I should do."

"No you're not," he smiled reaching over and patting her thigh. "You dig me. And I dig you."

"That's true," she said.

"Mom," he suggested, "how would you like to go to a drive-in show?"

"What is playing?" she asked.

"Well, there's this monster movie. It really is something. It's this great creature that comes out of the sea, and is destroying everything in sight. It's really wild."

"Well that sounds like a remarkable film," she said.

"Well it is," he said, "it really is."

Finally he talked her into it. She felt foolish driving through the place when she saw all of the young kids there.

"It doesn't look like many of them are looking at the movie," she observed.

"I guess they're not," he said, "or some of them are. You see one has their head down, while the other is the lookout."

"That's a fine thing," she said with a laugh, "really great."

"Yes it is," he laughed.

After a few moments he told her, "mom, you know what I'd really dig?"

"Don't tell me that you expect me to have sex at a drive-in show?" she demanded.

"Why not?" he said, "it would be fun. But it might be funny if a guy puts a spotlight in here and asks who is sucking me off."

"Well I'm certainly not going to say your mother," she laughed.

"Let's do it mom, it would really be something."

"Why you're out of your mind, Brad," she complained.

As she sat there looking at the monster with its grimy hands, invading the city, she said, "He spits fire, doesn't he?"

"Yes he does mom," he said, "I told you this was a real groovy monster picture."

"Well I don't find it interesting at all," she said, "it's child stuff."

"Okay mom," he laughed, "as long as I enjoy that flick, you go down and suck me."

"That's nice," she said.

"It sure is mom," he smiled, unzipping his zipper. His huge penis was pulled out a moment later and he said, "just grab it mom."

Reaching over, she gripped his tool and began sliding her hand up and down on it.

"See, I'm real hard tonight."

"Well honey, we're going to have sex Saturday night, why don't you save it up for Saturday?"

"It won't hold over."

"I wish I could talk some sense into your head," she said, "running around like a teenager. It's disgusting."

"But I want to have some fun like the other kids mom," he complained. "You say that you want me to have sex with you. You said that you didn't want me to have sex with anybody else. Well all the guys I know bring their dates here to the drive-in and they have sex right here."

"Revolting!" she exclaimed. "What's the younger generation coming to?"

"Some people might think what we do is revolting mom," he said, his eyes still focused on the screen as the monster knocked down a tall building.

"Isn't that neat?" he smiled as he saw the building collapsing.

"All that horrifying destruction is terrible," she said, "think of what that does for your subconscious."

"Mom," he complained, "You are looking at that movie. I want you to pull on my penis, please."

"Well, can I watch the movie and pull on your cock at the same time?"

"Yes," he replied, "but you can't watch the movie and do my penis at the same time."

"You really expect me to do that here?" she demanded.

"I sure do," he insisted.

"All right," she agreed reluctantly.

Now, she was focusing her attention on his penis and she noticed it was getting harder and longer. She also noticed it had a streak of cum at its small slit of its head.

"Oh mom," he panted excitedly, "I want you to go down there and lick. That's beautiful. Lick it."

Bending over, she pulled out his balls and began playing with them, while she sucked on his penis.

"Oh yes," he told her excitedly, "that is beautiful. You have no idea how good that feels. Keep it going. Faster, like that. Oh yes."

He was really enjoying himself now.

"Oohhh," he panted excitedly, "that is wild. Do it, baby. Do it."

Faster and faster her mouth traveled over his penis. And the pleasure increased every second.

"Oohhh," he panted excitedly, "that is beautiful. Oohhh yes baby, yes. Faster, baby, that's the way I like it. Oohhh, aahhh, yes, yes. Keep it going, keep it going!"

Faster and faster, her mouth traveled over his penis. And it became more pleasant every second.

"Oh do it," he panted, "that's wild. Suck the penis. Suck it, baby."

She began worrying, that some usher would walk by with a flashlight. She could see it in headlines now. Mother caught fellating son at drive-in theater. However, she was most fortunate. The attendant was so busy with the other cars where the identical thing was happening that he didn't have time to get over to her side. And luckily, her son was so horny and hot as he was, it would go off before the attendant would have time to come over and check their car out.

"Oh eat me mom," he panted, "eat it. Oohhh, this is wild. Eat my cock. Is it ever great to see this movie and have you sucking at the same time!"

The boy was delighted and excited. Now he was acting like his friends. Carrying on at the drive-in was fun.

"Oohhh," he panted, "I love this. Oh yes!" The pleasure was increasing every second. "Keep it up," he told her, "it won't be much longer now. Oh yes!"

Brad was thrusting his penis to the back of his mother's mouth. He knew that in a second or two he would be juicing. Reaching down, he guided her head with his hand and he kept his other hand up on the steering wheel.

"Oh that's what I like," he gasped eagerly, "Eat me. Eat me mom. Suck me!"

The pleasure was continuing and every second she was enjoying it more and more.

"Oooooohhhhh," he panted excitedly, "that is fantastic. Oh yes, yes!"

The pleasure was pulsating through his body now, as his cock prepared to shoot.

"It won't be much longer now, mom," he told her as he suddenly erupted in her mouth.

She pulled away, savoring his seed as he thrust forward.

"Eat me," he begged, "eat me. Oh yes. That's what I need. Suck all the juice out."

The pleasure was building at this point and he was getting more excited every second. He shot off twice, as she went on sucking away on his penis. When she slid her mouth off, she noticed an attendant with a flashlight was approaching. The attendant flashed it into the car. He got a look at what was happening, but he missed her by seconds.

"You are not to expose yourself," he said angrily as he focused the flashlight on the young boy's saliva slickened penis.

"I'm sorry," Brad told him.

"Who's that with you?" he asked.

"His sweetheart," his mother replied, trying to look like a young girl.

"A pretty old sweetheart if you ask me," the man said. "Aren't you robbing the cradle?"

"Mind your own business," his mother said indignantly.

"Look lady," the attendant said, "I could make trouble for you."

"What are you gonna do, blackmail me?"

"Why no," he smiled sardonically, "I wouldn't do a thing like that. But I wouldn't mind having a little sex action. Looks like you just gave him some. Now, that you've finished him off because I see it all over his pants, why don't you finish me? I'm horny."

"How dare you suggest such a thing." she demanded.

"Look lady," the attendant said angrily, "I gave you a deal. A blow job or I turn you in to my boss."

"You couldn't make trouble for me," she said. "Oh yes I could," he smiled, "I've got my little camera here. It takes marvelous pictures when I flood the flashlight on an object. I caught a nice picture of him, and if you want a photo of your face so I can turn you in, then just tell me. Otherwise, I give you a chance to lick mine too."

"Oh that's a big choice," she said.

"I'm not arguing," he said angrily, "I will sixty-nine if you want me to. I give great pussy jobs. I've got a long tongue. Great reach!"

"You've got a big mouth too," she said, "and all kinds of nerve. I'm sorry. I wouldn't think of it."

"Okay lady," he said smiling and turned away. Glancing back he nodded, "it's too bad. I've got your license number, I've got the picture. And now you're going to have some trouble. Real Trouble."

"Come back here," she called out, "come back." He wheeled around and smiled at her.

"I'll get in the back seat," he smiled, "I don't want to disturb the kid."

"I'm old enough," Brad told him indignantly. She got out of the car and went into the back seat.

"Now," he told her, "just pull those panties down and let me eat you."

"You're not afraid to ask, are you?" she glared at him.

"No lady," he said, "I haven't been afraid to ask since I was fourteen. I'm not fourteen now. And, I expect you to blow me."

He pulled out his penis, as he reached for her. Pulling down her panties, he patted her vagina.

"Nice and warm," he said, "just waiting for my tongue to slide in there. Well, I'm ready and willing."

It didn't take him long now to let his tongue thrust upward. And he gripped her hips as he did so. Turning around, Brad watched his mother and the drive-in theater usher going to town. She was licking the head of his penis, and enjoying it. Suddenly Brad got the idea that he might as well tell her to go ahead.

"Go, suck it, hot mama."

The moment she head the word 'mama' mouthed, she worried. Guilt flashed through her. And, she couldn't help wondering if the usher might catch on. But he didn't. His tongue was too busy licking inside her vagina. She was wiggling about and he was gripping her buttocks to hold on. Now, he wanted his cock sucked. And she wasn't going at it quick enough for him.

"Eat my prick," he insisted, "go ahead. Eat it."

Now she was really stimulated. And she suddenly had the urge to taste the man's juice. At first it had been revolting to her. Once on his huge sliding tool, she enjoyed it. After a moment or two of watching, young Brad got angry. That was his mother, he thought to himself. Was she a hooker? Why had she approached him for sex? Maybe, indeed, his mother was a hooker.

She wasn't paying any attention to anything now. She was oblivious to everything but the tongue sliding in her vagina, and the cock thrusting down her throat. This was the way she wanted it this second. Hot sex. She forgot all about Brad for a moment, and participated in her sexual activities like they were going out of style. She was amazed how long the usher's tongue was. He could stab it way up there. He was effectively working it around her clitoris. Now she was sucking on his penis and enjoying it. The combined action, of having her pussy eaten while she was blowing somebody was amazingly delightful to her. She regretted the fact she had done it with her son. She vowed that when they were having sex at the motel with his friend Allen, they would have to try this experiment too. Her curiosity was pushing her farther and farther. She reached in the man's bulging pants, and patted his behind. Reaching down with his hand, he unfastened his belt and pulled his pants and shorts down, baring himself. When he was stark naked, her hands massaged his buttocks, and she sucked his penis.

"Beautiful," he told her eagerly, "just beautiful. Oh yes, do it."

Suddenly she started to taste him and she could hardly wait for the big explosion. He pulled his tongue out of her, and told her, "eat me. Eat my penis. Oh yes, suck it. Suck faster."

Her son watching in the front seat now, had become so excited he was stimulated again. His hand was on his rod and he was stroking his rod as he watched his mother sucking the usher off.

"Go to it," the usher told her, "beautiful. Oh wow! Now you're really doing it. That's what I want. Oh suck me. Suck that cock. Suck it faster. Oohhh, aahhh, yes, yes!"

His compelling words did intrigue, fascinate and excite her. It prompted her to speedier action. Now she was preparing to make it.

"Oohhh," he panted excitedly, "that is wild. Faster, just like that. Do it baby, do it."

In a hard final thrust, he drove it to her and exploded.

"Oh wow!" he panted, "I'm juicing. I made it. All the way."

Every second became more intensely delightful for her now. The hot juice was flooding her face, and her son felt the same thing. He loved watching. It was strange he thought to himself how he could get turned-on. He should have been disgusted. It was a horrifying thing that his mother had been blackmailed into sucking the usher's prick off. Yet, it wasn't. He was enjoying watching. And he marveled at the finesse that she could do it. She was a real pro, and added artistry to a simple blow job. Now, he was going down on her. He was determined to let his tongue finish her off. In the faint light you could catch a glimpse of what was happening. He saw the hot tongue stabbing in there. She was wiggling all about, and the man had all he could do to hold her ass cheeks to keep her quiet. Then she slid her mouth off him and begged:

"Oh eat my pussy, eat me. Just like that. Oh yes, eat my pussy."

Suddenly she gushed. The man's hot tongue lapped away as he became turned on. It was a fantastic moment for him.

"Oohhh," he gasped excitedly, "that is wild. I really enjoyed this. This is what I call fucking." The pleasure was mounting every second, and he was enjoying it more every moment.

"Oh yes," she panted, "lick my juicy pussy. Oh I love it. What a long tongue."

That made him smile as he heard her say it. He was proud of his long tongue, and he was eager to exhibit his skill at doing his thing with it. Finishing licking her velvety vagina, he slid his tongue out of her. Then he looked at her.

"Thank you lady," he said, "you're pretty good at it. And, I suppose this young man has really had a good time."

"Yes," she smiled, "he likes me. I hope you'll consider that enough."

"I guess so," he said, "but you're so good I could go for a second helping."

"Well not tonight," she said, "maybe another time."

He couldn't tell whether she was putting him on or sincere. But anyway he knew he had to get back to work or his boss would be checking on him.

"Well thank you lady," he said tucking his penis back in his pants and zipping up his fly.

"Take it easy," she smiled.

When she got into the front seat she was boiling angry. But her son just looked at her and said, "Why mom, what a remarkable job you did."

"It's lucky I didn't bite the damn thing off," she said.

Then she glanced down at her son's hand on his cock. He was rock hard again. She was furious.

"So you got turned on watching?" she said grimly.

"Well I couldn't help it mom," he said.

"Of course," she said, "you unprincipled good for nothing. Don't you have any scruples? Don't you know right from wrong?"

"Don't talk to me about morals, mom," he chuckled, "you're the one who wanted me to screw you. And you know it. So you don't need to give me that crap."

She didn't say another word. However, she backed up the car and drove out.

"Look," he complained, "my rod is still hard."

"That, love, is your problem. And you settle it anyway you want to. The kleenex is in the glove compartment."

"Well put," he said.

"It certainly is," she continued, "You have a terrible nerve, son. I dislike you intensely at times."

He was so hot, as a matter-of-fact, he took one hand of his mother's off the steering wheel and said, "grab my penis. Pull it off while you're driving."

"It's enough I have to do the driving," she complained withdrawing her hand.

"No mom," he said, "you can steer with one hand and pump me with the other."

"Oh the driving club would love that," she said, "if I got in an accident, I know I could tell them I was pulling my son's penis off with one hand and driving with the other. They would just love that."

"Don't make fun of me," he objected, "you just put your hand there and do your thing."

"You're awfully bossy baby," she said.

"Bossy, nothing," he said, "I know what I want."

Reaching over, she managed to do it. It was a bit difficult when she came to the stops, because people would be looking over.

"Sit down farther in the car honey," she told him, "we don't want anyone to see us."

Sitting down farther in the car didn't help completely. For a big truck came along and the trucker looked down and laughed.

"Nice action," he chuckled.

Immediately Brad looked up at him.

"What's it to you?" he asked.

"Will she do it for me too?" he said.

She sped away, and pulled her hand off of it.

"You see," she complained, "look at the trouble I got into. And all because of you."

However, he would not be satisfied. When they got home and they were in the garage, he got out of the car. His penis was still rigid.

"It's a good thing we don't have any neighbors living near," she said.

"I know what I'm doing," he said.

She unlocked the door, and he stepped in. He immediately went to the bedroom and removed all his clothes.

"Now please beat it for me mom," he begged her, "I want it."

"I can see you do," she said.

Then she decided that she would give him a massage as well.

"Darling," she said, "I think a body massage might do you a world of good. Maybe it would relax you without having to get that shoot. I think you've been having too much sex lately."

"Oh no," he complained, "I want you to play with it."

"I will," she said, "but first let me see if I can relax you."

She found some baby oil, and came out. Then, she began pouring it on his back. She was naked now and straddling him. As she rubbed him he became more and more excited.

"Rub the ass," he told her.

She let her hands wander around his buttocks, and then she kneaded them.

"Oh yes, mom," he said, "I love it when you play with my butt."

She was working her hands vigorously now over him there, and he was enjoying it more every second.

"Like this darling?" she asked.

"Right on mom," he told her, "that feels groovy."

She continued playing with him there, gently brushing her breasts over his smooth buttocks.

"Oh I love it when you do that mom," he told her, "that is really groovy. Brush those breasts. Oh yes. Brush them over my bottom.

She parted his ass cheeks, then she continued brushing her breasts that way. He loved the feeling of it. Then parting his buttocks, she lowered one breast there.

"Squeeze your ass honey."

When he squeezed for her she became intensely excited.

"Oh darling," she panted excitedly, "that is just wild. I love it."

She was really turned on now and so was he.

"Keep it up baby," he begged, "keep doing that."

The beautiful pleasure now was building and building. And she knew it wouldn't be much longer.

"Keep it going, that is beautiful. Oh yes, I want it."

The delirious excitement continued. Now he was so stimulated he could hardly stand it.

"Oh mom," he panted, "brush both of your breasts over my ass. I like it. I don't know why. But when you do that, I really get excited."

Now she was crushing her breasts down on his slippery buttocks.

"Slide them around," he told her, "slide them."

Amazingly enough, she did slide them and he did enjoy it. Then she reached down between his ass, and played with his prostate. Soon she was massaging his prostate.

"Oh I love that," he told her excitedly, "I love that. That really feels fantastic. Oh yes mom. Keep doing that."

She continued playing with him that way.

"Oohhh mom," he panted, "lick my buttocks. I love getting that action."

Her hot tongue licked around there. She tried to vary the action. Alternately she would lick it quickly, and slowly. Sliding it farther and farther around his behind, he became more and more excited.

"Keep that up mom," he begged her eagerly, "oh yes. I want that. Keep doing it."

They were both delighted and excited now. "Keep it up," he panted, "oh yes, keep doing it." Faster and faster the hot tongue licked around there. And every second it was more pleasurable.

"Oh yes," he panted, "I love that. Oh baby, do it. Do it."

In rapid fire movements, she continued. And every second it was becoming more pleasurable for him.

"Oh mom," he panted excitedly, "I love that. Oh yes. Keep doing it."

She continued doing it for him all right. Then he arched his buttocks up. At this point, it was possible for her to reach around and grab his penis. Now she was combining pulling on his pecker while she was using her tongue to lick his buttocks.

"Yes, yes mom," he panted, "that's the way I like it. Do it just like that. Oh yes mom."

The tremendous excitement that he was feeling now, had never been surpassed. As she continued letting her lick around his buttocks, he knew that it wouldn't be long. And he wanted her to get around so she could do him.

"You better clamp your mouth over my penis," he told her, "I'll be coming pretty soon."

Quickly she slid her tongue off his behind and got around. Then, she got under him and grabbed his penis with one hand, and gripped his ass cheek with the other.

"How about this?" she smiled.

Soon she was going to town. She was sucking on his big long penis. And he was thrilling to it.

"Keep it up," he told her quickly, "keep doing it."

As he watched her going after it with her cheeks sucking in, and her head turned back, he was really stimulated.

"Oh yes, mom," he panted, "I just love this. Keep doing it."

The pleasure was driving him out of his mind with delight.

"Oohhh," he panted excitedly, "I love this. Oh yes mom. That's the way I love it."

Now he really was turned on.

"Oohhh," he panted as he thrust his penis into her face and watched her lips clamp his sliding tool, "I love this. Now you're really doing it. That's what I want. Oohhh, aahhh, yes baby, we're going to let it to her. Get set. Get set for a big load. I'm really gonna shoot."

The pleasure was building at a quick tempo. And every second it was becoming more and more exciting to him.

"Oohhh," he panted excitedly, "that is wild."

Now he was ready.

"Oohhhhh," he panted excitedly, "that is too much. Oh yes. That's wild. Keep doing it. Oohhh, aahhh, yes, yes. Eat it. Get the juice out of it."

She was hanging on now for dear life. And finally she threw her hand off his penis and let her mouth hold on it. Next, she reached around and gripped both ass cheeks. She massaged his ass cheeks now while she continued hanging on the end of his penis.

"Beautiful," he told her excitedly, "just beautiful. That's the way to do it. Oh yes. I love that."

His mother wasn't stopping now. She was pulling him toward her, and quickly, the hard dick rammed into her. Finally he exploded. The hot juice surged into her. She gulped.

"Oh yes baby," he smiled at her. Then he pulled back. He wanted to give her some more in her face. And he let her have it.

"There's some more," he told her quickly, "how about it?"

Eagerly, she gulped him. She was really excited.

"Oh baby," he told her, "what a cock suck!"

She slid her mouth off him, proud of what she had done for him.

"You liked that, huh?" he smiled.

She nodded and laughed.

"I sure did baby."

This was it. Fantastic pleasure. They both had really had a ball. Then he told her, "You know what I'd like to do?"

"No darling, what would you like to do?" she smiled.

"I'd like to use this vibrator on your vagina."

"Have you got one?" she demanded.

"Yes," he said, "I've got one. I got it from my buddy, Allen. He said his mom would never miss it. She had so many."

"Well that was really thoughtful of you," she said, "but I don't think you should be lifting other people's vibrators. They might need them. After all, she could use two."

"How could she use two?" he laughed.

"Very simple darling," she said, "one slides up the behind while the other slides into the vagina. That's how you could plug up both holes."

"All right," he agreed, "I'll lick you out while I push my vibrator, in. How does that grab you?"

"That sounds sexy son," she laughed.

He went over to the dresser, and pulled out the top drawer. Then he took out the vibrator. He came back with the vibrator and laughed.

"Isn't this wild?"

"You bet it is," she said, "but I love it. And so do you, you sexy guy."

She lifted her legs, and he got down there. Then he eased it into her. Next he let his hot tongue lick around her asshole. Then he stabbed it up there.

"Oohhh," she panted, "isn't that too much?"

"You bet it is," he told her, "this is really something."

It wasn't going to take long now, as his hot tongue was licking all around her quivering anus. Then he suddenly stabbed in there. With the vibrator working at her vagina, and the tongue sliding into the asshole he was achieving wonders.

"Oh son," she panted, "that is too much. That's wild. Do it for me."

The hot tongue stabbed in there, and the vibrator worked effectively.

"Keep it up," she told him, "keep doing that. Oh yes. I dig that."

He kept it going at a good tempo. And every thrust brought her more pleasure.

"Oohhh," she panted excitedly, "keep going, keep doing that. Yes. Fuck my cunt. Lick me."

The vibrator was pleasing her. She loved it as it vibrated in her cunt. She clasped with her cunt muscles. Then, she loved the slick tongue sliding in the asshole. He was doing it now quickly.

"Faster," she told him, "that's it. Faster."

The hot tongue stabbed away. He was doing it effectively. And she loved it. Every second became more exciting.

"Oohhh," she panted, "that is wild. I love it."

She was just about there. He could see the juices starting to form as she pumped her pelvis up to meet the smooth stabs of the vibrator.

"Oh baby, fuck me," she begged him, "fuck me. Faster. Fuck me."

He continued, and licked her at the same time. But he wanted to make his move. He wanted to pull the vibrator out at the exact moment that she climaxed. Then he could eat her. He found out, as he saw the juices trickling down her inner thigh, then he pulled the vibrator away, and let his tongue slide in there. She was wild with delight and frenzy.

"Oohhh," she panted, "eat my pussy. Eat my pussy faster. Now, now baby."

He drove his hot tongue in there and licked quickly. She was really excited. Every second became more intensely pleasurable for her.

"Oohhh," she panted, "that is beautiful baby. Do me."

She was delirious with pleasure, as she continued climaxing. She came in multiples, reaching down, grabbing his head and holding him down there.

"Eat mama's pussy," she panted, "eat me. Oh suck me. Suck me. Get your tongue way in there. Lick it out. That's it. Oohhh, do it. You're as good as long tongue at the drive-in."

That thrilled him. He grabbed her behind and held on. He didn't let his tongue stop twirling inside her velvety vagina until he had licked all of the juice out. Then he pulled his tongue out of her, and smiled up at her.

"Oh mom," he told her, "that was a lot of fun." She smiled back at him.

"Baby, you were beautiful. Come up here and give mama a big fat kiss."

He moved forward, and let his chest brush over her breasts. It felt good to him, and it hardened her nipples. Then her lips found his and they crushed in a soulful kiss. Her hands went through his hair now. And opening her mouth, he thrust his tongue in there like a penis. Back and forth their tongues lashed. They were quivering with sexual passion and frenzy. Their bodies were slippery and sticky with perspiration.

"What a son I've got," she panted, "you're beautiful."

"So are you mom," he smiled, "all over. I really loved eating you tonight."

"Well don't think I didn't enjoy you, darling," she assured him, "you really gave me a good load."


CHAPTER SIX

There was no getting away from it, Madeline Engle was crazy for her son. Almost anything he suggested, she would go along with. Try as she would to change her mind about getting involved, she couldn't. She was anxious for sex with him. Nothing could dissuade her. At college, her son Brad made the final arrangements with Allen.

"Allen baby," he laughed, "I'll tell you how we'll do it. You know where that topless, bottomless place is, near that motel?"

"Yes I do," he admitted.

"Well that's where we'll meet. Let's say about seven o'clock Saturday night."

"Sounds groovy to me," he smiled. "Did you mention to her about wanting to get my behind licked?"

"Sure did," he told him, "and she's horny for it too."

"I can hardly wait," he said, "I'm going to take my fuck pictures along too. That will give us ideas on what to do."

"Groovy," he agreed.

The two boys parted, and when Allen went away all he could think about was getting to ball, and finally having all of the various kinds of sexual achievement he wanted.

At home that night, Madeline was worried. She had second thoughts about what she had gotten herself into. Now she wasn't just involving herself with her son she was involving herself with another young man. Thinking of it made her nervous as a cat. Finally she paced the floor and told her own son, "am I doing the right thing?"

"Mom," he told her, "it's too late to turn back now."

"But I'm worried about it darling," she said.

"Don't you worry mom," he told her, "we will have a ball. I know this kid Allen. He's a really groovy guy. And you're going to dig him too. He has a cock up to here."

"He is well hung, darling?"

"You bet your sweet pussy he is," he grinned.

"I'd almost like to do you tonight," he told his mother.

"Son," she said, "we have to put some limits to it. Just because you enjoy doing it doesn't mean you can overdo it."

"At what point does one overdo it?" he smiled. "It's different for each person," she explained, "some people have bigger sexual appetites than others."

"I'm a sex glutton," he grinned.

"That you are, darling," she agreed.

"Just talking about it, really gets me excited.

I'll tell you that."

"Calm down baby," she said, "we've got a long wait ahead of us."

There was no getting away from it, Madeline Engle had an oversexed son.

"Honey," she said, "if you don't get better, and you want as much sex as you do right now, I'm going to have to take you to someone for help."

"What kind of help mom?" he asked, worried. "Well darling," she explained, "It just isn't right for you to be getting this turned on all the time. I'll have to take you to a doctor. Maybe he will be able to help you."

"Oh I hope so, mom," he smiled, "it's awful to feel this hot all the time."

"I'm sure it is darling," she said, "if I had a couple of balls propelling me into sex the way yours are, I would really be uptight too."

"Don't you ever get the urge for it?" he smiled. "Yes darling," she winked, "I've had the urge for it many times."

"Well, when you don't have a man, what do you do?" he asked her.

"Well, I take care of myself."

"How?" he asked.

"That, is mom's secret."

"Mom's secret?" he smiled, "what kind of secret. You shouldn't have any secrets from me."

"Well I do," she smiled, "and it's a pretty big secret too."

"Tell me."

"I would baby," she said, "but you might tell someone. And I just couldn't have that."

"Mom, if I ever started talking about our relationship, that would be something to tell. You don't have to worry about me."

"I hope not darling," she smiled.

"Well, baby," she continued, "I'll tell you. You see darling, mom has a fucking machine."

"A fucking machine?" he asked.

"Yes, made in Paris."

"Oh no," he said, "Allen would really flip out if I told him."

She got to her feet and glared at him. Going over to him, she grabbed his chin and looked directly into his eyes.

"Don't you ever tell anybody," she said, "that is mother's big secret. They would never understand darling, and I don't want you talking. Do you understand?"

"Yes mom," he admitted, "I understand. For give me."

"Well I'll try baby," she said nervously, "but you do make me worry at times. I don't want you ever to tell anybody."

"All right," he agreed reluctantly, "I won't tell anybody."

Now he was really anxious to see her on the machine.

"Mom," he smiled, "would you let me see you on that fucking machine?"

"I don't think I should," she said, "it's undignified."

That made him break up laughing.

"Look mom," he chuckled, "the whole damn fucking scene is undignified. That's no answer."

"Darling," she said, "you're so persistent."

"Well I guess I come by it naturally," he laughed.

He got a laughing jag and he really chuckled. "What are you laughing about?" she asked. "Oh just you," he said, "you're an absolute riot."

"Am I?" she said testily. "Well I'll tell you one thing for sure. That fucking machine is really fantastic."

"Let me see, let me see."

Now she was realizing there was no other way out, and she decided she would.

"Let me see," he said eagerly, "let me see it."

"I will on one condition," she went on, "if you cross your heart and hope to die, you never will tell anyone."

"I cross my heart and hope to die, that I will never tell anyone."

Now, Madeline was ready to show Brad what she had upstairs. Together they walked up into her bedroom. Then she went in, and rolled out what he thought was a reducing machine.

"That?" he asked curiously, "that is your fucking machine?"

"Yes," she said, "it is. I always said it was my reducing machine. I didn't want you to know."

"How much did it cost mom?" he asked curiously.

"Three hundred dollars," she said, "and worth every penny of it. It gives a fantastic fuck. It juices too."

"It does?" he asked.

"Yes," she explained, "it has a simple bladder attachment. You put the juice in there, and it squirts. And it has different sized cocks. Also, you can put French ticklers on the head of some of them. It is really a beautiful machine."

"Oh mom," he begged, "will you give me a demo fuck?"

"Baby," she laughed, "I can't do that. You would just get so turned on, you will want to make it."

"No I won't," he insisted, "I just want to watch you."

"I know how that goes," she said, "once you look, you'll want it. I don't want you to do it."

"Yes," he insisted, "let me see you do it."

His constant insistence forced her to give in. Now, she was beginning to undress. As she took off her clothes, her son watched eagerly.

"Oh mom," he said, "you've got some new underclothes."

"Well baby," she said, "I got them for the motel orgy. I went to a sex boutique shop, and this is what they sold me."

She was displaying her half-cupped bras.

"Oh your tits look tremendous in that," he said, "they bulge out beautifully."

"Thank you darling," she said, "and you see the nipple."

"Do I ever," he laughed, "they've got a round hole there. I like seeing those nipples stick out." He went over to her, and let his tongue flip across the nipples.

"Oh baby," she smiled, "you shouldn't do that.

You know you shouldn't."

"I can't help it mom," he told her, "I get so turned on when I think of licking and fucking you, I just want to lick those breasts."

"Baby control yourself," she reminded him, "remember we have a good time Saturday night. We don't want to cut your buddy, Allen out. He's got to have some too."

When she removed her skirt and displayed her crotchless panties he was on his knees.

"Oh that's beautiful," he said, "I'm really wild about these panties."

"I thought you would be darling," she said, "but you've got to learn to control yourself. Any man who is going to make it has to learn that. I know, when a woman is as sexy as I am, it probably is difficult."

Brad looked up at her and smiled. Even though she was full of ego and B.S. she was also full of beauty. And the bulging breasts, and the gorgeous vagina slit proved it.

"You really are a knockout," he said, "what a set of knockers. I've never seen better breasts on any woman."

"Well you haven't seen many women naked, have you?" she asked.

"Oh just a few," he smiled.

"Where?" she demanded.

"Over at Allen's place," he said wrapping his arms around her and patting her buttocks.

Now she was indignant and jealous.

"Tell me," she snarled, "are you holding orgies over there? What type of perverted, twisted little bastard am I going to meet at that motel orgy?"

"Well he had a redhead, a blonde and a couple of brunettes. It was wild."

"Get away from me," she said, "don't you come near me. I don't want a thing to do with you or your good for nothing buddy."

"Oh mom," he said, licking her in between talking, "I was only teasing. He showed me some pictures of naked women. That's where I saw the naked breasts and the naked vaginas. Not in person."

"Why didn't you say so in the first place?" she said angrily, "trying to frighten me like that. You've got a nerve."

"Sorry about that mom," he smiled.

She listened to him talking. She realized he was just a kid playing tricks. Sex to him was just a game. However, to her, she realized it had to mean more. And suddenly, she felt guilty. She was beginning to see that her involvement with the two boys was like getting involved in some bad joke.

"Mom," he said, "I bet you think I'm awful."

"Well you are honey," she said, "no doubt about it."

More and more he was beginning to realize what a fool he was to talk this way to her. If he played it cool, talked smooth the way that she wanted him to, he could get anything out of her.

It was all a game.

"Mom," he suggested quickly, "are you going to get on that fucking machine?"

"Yes baby," she said, "but first, I want you to remove my bra. I think you ought to learn how to remove a woman's underwear. It takes a lot of time and patience."

"Does it really?" he smiled.

"Yes it does."

He stood up and unfastened her bra. As he looked at her generous sized breasts, he was really excited. He massaged them a moment or two, then he let his fingertips play with the nipples.

"Oh this is beautiful," he told her, "you've got such gorgeous tits, mom."

"Thank you darling," she said, "it's nice to be appreciated."

"Well that you are mom," he assured her, "You are sensational."

"Why thank you love," she said, "and I think you mean it too."

"Of course I do," he assured her.

The more he looked at her, the more excited he became. Now, he was eager to get her panties off. He tugged at the elastic waistband teasingly. And finally, he slid his hand inside and felt of her. It was fun feeling of her moist slit.

"Oh that feels good baby," she panted, "it really does."

"I knew you'd like it lover, now don't be afraid. Let your tongue slide up there."

He gave her one jab with his tongue as he pulled her panties down. Then he caught sight of her naked.

"Oh mom," he said as she stepped out of her panties, "what a gorgeous body you've got."

"Now baby," she said, "you promised we wouldn't have to have sex tonight. Let me get that machine going. I'll pick out the best cock I can."

"Where do you have them stored?" he asked curiously.

As he saw his mother saunter naked off to the dresser, he saw her bend over. As he caught sight of her bending over he got a sudden urge to stab it. She pulled out the drawer, and then pulled out a big box. Opening the red box, she displayed the huge penises before her.

"Look at this," she said, "I have five different models. Some women like them long and at an angle. That's angle fucking. And, some like big black ones. I've got one of those too. With that huge purple head. Isn't it tremendous?"

"If you say so, mom," he chuckled, "I wouldn't know."

"Well darling," she said, "let's get cracking. I can hardly wait."

"Which one do you think you'll use mom?" he asked, trying to figure her out.

"Well baby," she smiled, "I think I should use the big black one. That is always good."

"I imagine it is," he said looking at it grimly. It was huge, long and black with a black purple head.

"Do you think you can get it all in there?" he asked.

"Of course I can darling," she said, "I'm well equipped to take care of it."

"I'm not trying to cast aspersions on your vagina length," he laughed, "but I was asking a question about that penis, length. After all, at some point it can get too big, can't it?"

"Well this is a ten incher," she said, "I've tried a twelve incher, but it didn't work so I sent it back."

"Do they let you do that?" he asked.

"Well, I just said I had made a mistake," she said, "I certainly wasn't going to tell them I used it. But I washed it out with alcohol. I didn't dare put it in boiling water, for fear it would melt the rubber."

"Oh of course not," he said, "it's a good thing you didn't. How much do these cost?"

"Now don't ask prices," she said, "they cost so much you'd probably say I was foolish to spend it."

"Oh no mom," he said, "if it brings you happiness, it's worth it."

"Well that's what I say."

"Good," he laughed, "you should always listen to what your body tells you, right."

"Right on darling," she agreed.

There was no doubt in his mind now, , about what a good time he would have watching her. His penis was getting harder at the thought of it. He watched her slowly slip the penis head onto the machine.

"Can I do anything to help you?" he asked. "Yes you can," she said, "zip your lip and watch. It'll be fun."

"Oh zilch!" he said as he saw her trying to slip herself over the head of the giant sized penis.

"That isn't easy, is it mom?" he said, "it looks like a rough trip."

"Don't worry about it," she said, "I've done it before."

"I guess you have," he said, "from that collection, I guess you've done it quite a few times before."

She laughed and threw her head back as the machine went to work.

"Oh that's wild," he laughed as he saw it sliding into her. "Oh do it. Fuck it!"

He was getting so stimulated now, he told her, "Let me take my clothes off. Let me just lie here and watch."

"Well you're dangerous naked, baby," she said, "but if you insist, I'll let you."

He insisted and she let him. Now he was really having a ball. She was going to town now, clutching at the top of the machine and begging the machine to screw her.

"Fuck me," she said, "fuck me. Oh yes baby, fuck me."

Suddenly, the young boy had his clothes off. He grabbed his penis and began pulling on it.

"Oh fuck me, Tyrone baby," she called out.

"Who?" he asked.

She turned to him and laughed.

"I have each one of these peckers named," she said. "When I'm screwing I imagine I have a man. And Tyrone is a big black dude. I can see him standing there, with his body glistening and shiny. He has flashing eyes, and he's driving his huge penis into me at such a record clip, I am going out of my gourd. He's a wild fuck. He gives it to me like an animal. Don't you Tyrone?"

She was looking straight ahead as if she could see someone screwing her. The boy was amazed.

As she projected this image in her imagination, it was vivid and real. And it added to the delight.

He could see his mother's white hands clasping the black buttocks as the imaginary lover stabbed her cunt. And he could see her sliding a finger up his black asshole.

"Give it to me baby," she gasped excitedly, "give it to me. Oohhh, aahhh, yes Tyrone, yes Tyrone, fuck me. Oh Ty," she panted.

She was twisting her hips now, and the boy got so stimulated that he knew he had to do something about it.

"Save it darling," she said looking at him out of the corner of her eye. He thought she was so carried away with the imaginary Tyrone screwing her that she couldn't notice. But she did.

"Oh mom," he complained, "can't I have any fun?"

"Save it," she insisted.

She went on gripping the huge stabbing dildo as the machine worked effectively.

"It has three speeds darling," she said, "this I is the slow speed."

"Oh no," he laughed, "what'll happen if you turn it into high gear?"

"Simply this baby," she said, as she executed the machine to go at top speed.

Now the huge black penis was really ramming in. And she was going out of her gourd with dizzy delight as she fucked back.

"Oh yes Tyrone," she panted, "that's the way I want it. Give it to me. Oh fuck me, fuck me. Faster, baby, faster. Oh baby, you must have learned to screw like this at those African fertility rites. Oohhh, aahhh, yes baby yes, give me the juice from those big black balls. Shoot me a creamy white load."

His mother's finger was moving over to the bladder. And he imagined that soon she would be pressing it so that the balls could shoot the juice into her. Now, he got a sudden urge. Why couldn't he fuck her from behind? This question kept going through his mind as his eyes focused on her twisting buttocks. A perfect way. She could be taking it from the front and he could be giving it to her from the rear. There wasn't any reason why he shouldn't. Going over to her, he decided he would do it. He got some vaseline first and began massaging his prick. She looked at him turning about her hair thrown over her shoulders. She looked wild eyed and excited.

"Oh darling," she panted, "no, I won't let you do it that way."

"That's it mom," he told her, "just keep that backfield in motion."

"Oh no darling," she panted, as he tried to slide his tool up there.

"Oh baby," she panted, "that's not what I want. Never like that. Oohhh, ahhh, no lover, no."

Now he was really turned on. But she pushed him away and wouldn't let him do it.

"Oh man," he panted, "what a machine. This is really fucking mom. Keep your ass moving. I'll just watch. Oh yes, keep the backfield in motion."

She wouldn't quit twisting for a second. She was thrilled and delighted that her. son was having such a good time watching.

"Keep it up mom," he panted excitedly, "that is wild. That is fucking. Oohhh, aahhh, yes, yes, that's what I want. Oohhh, aahhh, yes mom yes."

Faster and faster the penis drove into her. And with every thrust, she became more excited and stimulated.

"Oh baby," he urged her on, "this is wild. Oohhh, aahhh, yes, yes. That's beautiful. Keep it going. Oohhh, aahhh, yes, yes. Fuck it baby, fuck it!"

The hard dick was drilling her now and his hands were playing with her breasts. She looked up to her imaginary lover and cried:

"Tyrone baby, we have company. How do you like this?"

The hard black prick thrust into her as if to say, the other lover loved it.

"Oohhh," the boy panted, "mom what a body you've got."

She eyed the huge black prick.

"Darling," she smiled, "let me stop a second."

He asked her why.

"Why?" he demanded.

"I'll tell you why," she said, "I'm anxious to put on one of those French ticklers."

Once she was off it, she walked across the room, to search in a box for the French ticklers. Then finding one she liked, she went back to the machine. She slipped it over the head of the penis. She was thankful that the tickler had a small hole so the juice could squirt at the appropriate moment.

"You're a wild screw, mom," he laughed as his penis stayed hard.

"You bet I am darling," she said, "and you are great. I love your hand action on my breasts. That add a lot of pleasure. Tyrone likes this."

"I'm glad he does," he said, "he sure has a nice black dick. It's giving you a good time, isn't it?"

"You bet your balls it is baby," she said.

Now she turned the machine on again. She was sliding forcefully forward. The black penis slid in smoothly, and once more she was getting fucked.

"I'll begin it at slow speed again," she said, "with that French tickler on, baby, it adds a lot of pleasure."

"Mom, you're really a sex connoisseur, aren't you?"

"I guess I am darling," she agreed.

Faster and faster the hard penis drilled up there. And he was enjoying it more every moment.

"Keep it up baby," she panted, "Oh yes. Give it to me."

Faster and faster it went to town. Every second was more enjoyable.

"Oh keep it up mom," he panted while he watched, "that is wild. Oohhh, aahhh, yes, yes. Beautiful screwing!"

The passionate pleasure that was surging through his body at this point was really turning her on all the way. How she loved it. She threw up her hands as he went on grabbing her breasts and pinching the nipples. She cried aloud, "Fuck me Tyrone."

The mechanical fucker continued.

"Oh mom," he panted as the sweat rolled down his body merging with hers.

"Oh I'm enjoying this so much too, baby," she said, "I've never had it like this. All I need now is something for my mouth to suck on."

"We ought to take this fucking machine with us so Allen can be the one who slips it into your mouth."

"He'd have to stand on a dresser," she said.

"He could mom," he agreed.

"All right," she said, "We could take it with us. Of course he would flip out if he knew I was fucking with my own son."

"Well I'll never tell him," Brad assured her. "I don't want to be called a mother you know what."

"I don't blame you darling," she said, "it's not exactly a pretty name, is it?"

"No mom," he said, "it isn't."

The two of them laughed as they thought about it.

"Don't talk funny," she said, "that diminishes the pleasure 'of sex."

"Right on mom," he agreed.

Now he was eager and excited. And so was she! "Oh mom," he panted excitedly, "let's fuck, let's fuck fast, like this."

He rammed it to her when she got off the machine. She was quivering with pleasure and delight.

"Oohhh," he panted excitedly, "that is wild. Grab it mom. Grab it!"

Faster and faster the hard dick drilled in there. And every second was more pleasurable than the last.

"Oohhh," he panted excitedly, "what a screw. Oohhh, aahhh, yes, yes. That's the way to do it. Like that!"

She was twisting her tail, and he was driving it to first one side and then the other.

"You're doing it great," she told him, "and I love the hand action too. They still haven't got it developed where they can improve upon the real thing."

"I'm glad you realize that mom," he said, "you'd be pretty far out if you couldn't."

"Well Tyrone doesn't have any hands," she laughed, "I wish he did. He could play with my breasts."

"Oohhh," she panted excitedly, "what a screw! Fuck me baby, fuck me. Faster, like that. Oh mama loves her little boy."

"I'm not a little boy anymore," he said ramming it to her as far as it would go to prove his point.

"I feel what you mean," she said, "all the way up my pussy."

"I thought you would," he said, ramming it back faster.

"I'm ready to let my gun go."

"All right darling," she said, "full speed ahead it is."

With hard, furious thrusts like a machine he shoved forward and she was really enjoying herself now.

"Screw it," she panted out loud. "Screw it!"

She reached out and grabbed him with her hands. She loved being stabbed. It excited the inner linings of her vagina. It was making her start to juice, and she rubbed her clit over him just right.

"Oh Brad baby," she panted, "Brad, you big cock, what a fucker you are!"

Her body was trembling and vibrating with passion now. And Brad was getting jealous. Jealous of the machine and her attachment to it.

"Look mom," he complained, "I'm here. A real live hard slippery dick slipping into you is better than that machine."

"That black cock is not imaginary baby," she said, "it's ten solid inches of hard black dick. And with this French tickler on, it drove me crazy."

"I can believe it," he said, "now twist your ass for me. Do you feel that?"

With a hard sudden jab he rammed it all the way in. She squealed in delight.

"Yes," she said, "you're supposed to do it for me, not competing with a machine?"

"No mom," he said, "I just don't like playing second fiddle to a fucking machine. Remember that!"

"Oh you're jealous of the machine now," she smiled, "well baby, Tyrone has a fantastic cock. And I don't know as yours is as good. It's not as long for one thing."

"And I don't have that French tickler on," he said, "maybe I should stick a French tickler on and fuck your asshole."

"Oh no," she said, "don't ever try that. There isn't enough room."

"Well then don't ask for complaints," he said, "because I've got a good hard penis. And I give a good solid fuck. And you better never forget it."

"From the tempo that you're drilling me now," she said, "I can't. Oh baby, screw me."

Faster and faster the hard penis drilled in. And every second became more intensely exciting.

"Oohhh," he panted excitedly, "what a fuck! Oohhh, yes baby, yes. Keep screwing. Oohhh, aahhh, yes, yes. That's what I want. Oh baby, do me. Fuck me!"

The hard tool drilled into her. And every second became more and more intensely exciting.

"Oh lover," she panted excitedly, "that is what I dig. Fuck me. Fuck me baby!"

There was no doubt about it in her mind, she was really being balled, and good.

"Oohhh," he panted, "give it to me. Fuck me mom. Twist your tail. Grind your ass. Oh that's it. Just like that baby. I love it."

She twisted her tail around sending new shivers of delight through his body. Finally the huge penis exploded.

"Ch mom," he told her, "I'm cuming!"

She howled with delight.

"Right on baby," she cried aloud. "Oh, ram it in there. Fuck me. Faster, baby, faster, that's beautiful. Fuck baby, fuck. I want it. I want it all."

The delicious excitement had gotten to her. She was enjoying it now more every second.

"Keep it up baby," she panted excitedly, "that is fucking. Like that baby; Oh yes. That's beautiful. Keep fucking. Faster, baby, faster. Oohhh, aahhh, yes, yes. That's what I love. Keep screwing me!"

The hot delight that she was deriving now from the wild sexual action was really reaching her.

"Oohhh," she panted, "what a screw! Oohhh, aahh, yes baby, yes. That is beautiful. Keep fucking. Faster baby, faster!"

The tremendous fucking had really gotten to her. Every second was more pleasurable than the last.

"Oh keep it going darling," she panted, "keep doing it."

He was determined he would get a double header. He gripped her breasts and squeezed them tightly.

"I can almost milk your breasts," he said, "I've gotten so excited I feel I can make them shoot too."

"Well you're hurting me," she said, "you're pinching my tender breasts."

"Sorry about that mom," he smiled, "I guess I got carried away."

"I guess you did," she said, "and I want you to take it easy."

Every moment was more exciting than the last. She loved it. Every second of it.

"Oohhh," she panted, "that is beautiful baby. That is beautiful."

The hard tool was drilling into her faster now and she was enjoying it more every movement.

"Oohhh," he panted excitedly, "keep fucking. Oh baby, that's wild. Fuck. Fuck me!"

Now the huge shaft was really drilling into her. She was enjoying it every moment.

"Oohhh," she panted quickly, "fuck baby, fuck. Oh yes. Do it just like that. Now you're doing it.

Oh baby, that's what I dig. Fuck it. Faster, baby, faster."

She was delighted and surprised that he could do it. However, he suddenly wanted her cunt.

"Mom," he told her quickly, "I like doing your cunt. I'm jealous of Tyrone."

She looked at him and laughed.

"Darling, you don't have to be," she said, "I prefer your real live big joint any day."

She smiled as she turned around. Then she gripped his tool and squeezed it. She pulled it back into her vagina.

"Give it to me baby," she said, "and let's take it standing up. Let's move over here to the mirror.' Together, without taking his cock out of her, they moved over to the mirror. When they were opposite the mirror, and could get a good look, and she told him how to do it.

"The way to do it baby is for you to grab my ass and I'll grab yours. And we'll hang on and fuck. We'll do it like crazy."

"Beautiful," he panted, "that is the way I want it. Oh mom, do it to me."

The delicious excitement now had reached him. And he was enjoying himself more every moment.

"Fuck me," he begged, "fuck me!"

Now she was gripping his tool in her vagina again.

"Oh baby," she said, "you ought to have that French tickler on."

"All right mom," he said, "let's go back to the machine without taking my pecker out of your pussy. How about that?"

"All right darling," she smiled, "it won't be easy. But we'll make it."

Moving across the room, they went back to the fucking machine. She slipped the French tickler off the head of the cock. Then he pulled his cock out of her cunt. She reached down and slipped it on the slippery head of his penis.

"Baby," she said, "you are so beautiful. I can't tell you how much I love sex with you."

"That goes double mom," he said, "how many moms have a fucking machine?"

"Well how many moms have a son like you?" she smiled.

Now he was eager and ready for it. Now he rammed it to her in hot hard sudden thrusts. The variation that the French tickler made in his cock thrusts added to her delight and pleasure.

"Oohhh," she panted, "I just love this. Yes, that's wild. Oohhh, aahhh, yes, yes. Do it." Faster and faster he drilled in there and he was enjoying it more every moment.

"Yes, yes," she panted, "this is fucking. And I mean fucking."

The delicious, delirious excitement of his sliding tool going in there that was bringing them both enormous pleasure. He could hardly wait to get his gun off.

"Oohhh," he panted, "I am really getting a kick out of this. I love it."

The passionate pulsating penis was really bringing him tremendous pleasure. And as the cock jabbed in there, she was getting more stimulated and excited every second.

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

She was clutching his ass cheeks. Then she suggested something with a sly smile and a wink.

"Baby," she grinned, "I know something that would add a lot to both of our pleasure."

As their slippery, sweaty bodies kept pushing against each other, he asked her, "what mom?"

"Well baby," she said, "it's a little embarrassing to ask you. But if you would slide your hands over my ass, and I would slide mine around yours, it would add a lot of pleasure. And after all, isn't that what sex is all about?"

"Yes mom," he said, "it is for fun."

He grabbed her ass a bit crudely, and let his hands slide around there.

"Slower honey," she said, "don't overdo it."

"Not me mom," he laughed as he went on massaging her.

She was really delighted and excited now. It was pleasure beyond measure.

"Oohhh," he panted eagerly, "what a screw! Oohhh, ahhhh, yes, yes, that's what I need. Fuck it just like that."

The delicious excitement now was building. She was becoming more happy every second. It was a moment he could never forget.

"I'm gonna shoot in a minute mom," he told her.

"I'll press your prostate while you're going off," she told him.

She used her finger to press down on his prostate as he surged forward in rutting thrusts.

"Oh baby," she panted, "this is beautiful. Fuck me. Fuck me faster! Now you're doing it. Drill it in there! Oohhh, aahhh, yes, yes!"

The fast paced action was really something else. He was enjoying it more every moment.


CHAPTER SEVEN

Now he was really winding up. He rammed it in hard, and suddenly the juice exploded in her. She ground her hips around reaching back now to run her hands up and down his back. She was clawing him and he was bleeding. He could see the red blood trickle down in the mirror.

"Oh mom," he panted, "don't do that, I'm bleeding."

"Oh darling, I'm sorry," she panted, "I really am sorry. I got carried away."

"I guess you did," he said.

He finished sliding into her, and then he pulled it out. As he pulled out, hot cum dripped all over the floor.

"You really do a big job in there," she said.

"Well I was loaded."

"I guess you were darling," she agreed.

There was no doubt about it she was really hot.

"Mom when you're hot you're hot."

"Isn't that the truth son," she smiled.

He walked over to the fucking machine and looked at it.

"This has to be the damndest thing I've ever seen," he said, "I bet the inventor of this made a fortune. Everybody that likes to screw and they can't always get what they want."

"True, true," she agreed.

He looked at her a long moment and then he said, "mom, tell me the truth about you and dad."

"There's nothing to tell son," she said biting her lip.

"Yes, I want to know," he said.

"Well if you must know," she said, "I really was oversexed. I wore the bastard out."

"I'll bet you did," he nodded.

He went over to the bed and lay down. As he did so she came over and lay beside him.

"Darling," she said, "it isn't a pleasant story.

I hate to talk about your father. He's gone now, so it's best that we don't talk about him."

"Well what did you do to get him so uptight?"

"Well of course, I told you he drank and he couldn't get an erection. So, it was partly his fault too."

"I'm not asking whose fault it is," he went on; "I'm just curious to know more about your married life."

"Well it was a terrible bore," she said, "I wasn't getting enough satisfaction. At the time when you were born, he was the head of a sales force. And we used to entertain the men at home. And when he wasn't around, I will tell you the truth, they got me started."

"You mean you've been having orgies for a long time mom?" he asked suspiciously.

"Yes," she said, "I might as well tell you the truth. This hasn't all been overnight by any means. I'd been having a lot of activity."

"That's pretty disgusting mom," he said, "it really is. You have no pride."

"I do too," she said angrily, "how dare you talk that way to your own mother? Anyone that knows me knows that I have plenty of pride. It's just that I don't have morals."

"You have them all right," he said, "but they're all bad morals."

"Well, it depends on how you look at bad. Now take for example those salesmen. They are away from home. They needed action. And I needed a little more money than your father was giving me. Back in the days before a female lived, a man really ruled the roost." '

"So daddy was difficult?" he asked.

Leaning on a pillow, he looked at his mother and tried to get her to look directly into his eyes. But she wouldn't, she looked straight ahead.

He glanced down her body and looked at her breasts. They still were beautiful. He looked at her twat, and he felt like licking it. But he thought he. better listen, or she would be saying he was oversexed.

"Well darling," she said, "I guess that's where I learned my first sex. There was one of those men that I particularly dug. His name was Don.

I was crazy about Don. He was such a playful sort of guy, and when he got loaded he was really something. One night in the middle of the night when my dear sweet husband was out probably catting around, Don was staying in our guest bedroom. We were alone. He came into the bedroom and he didn't have a stitch of clothes on.

I looked at him and said, 'Don, what are you doing in here stark naked?"

"I couldn't sleep," he said. "Well, I guess you couldn't with a big hard on like that." He laughed when I said 'hard on'. That was risque in those days, son. Now, of course, not much is risque. The pillars of society are rushing to see sex movies, and go home and try it."

"I know, mom," he said, "I hear about it at college. They say throat action is beating pussy fucking and cock action two to one."

"Don't tell me that they're taking a sex survey at college?" she laughed.

"Well, it's sort of a private underground newspaper survey," he said.

"Well, I'm glad it's underground, at least," she said. "Well, darling, I'll tell you about Don. He was really a handsome son-of-a-gun. He came over there and pulled back the bed sheets and climbed in bed with me. The moment I saw that juicy big one of his, I was eager to have some action. Of course, I thought he was going to do it in the traditional way, face to face. And, so I spread for him. But, he gave me a big surprise. Instead, he said, "I want you to go down on me and french it."

"You've got to be kidding," I told him bluntly, "I don't do that."

"Well, it's about time you did," he said, "any respectable lover has to do it."

That disgusted me. I considered myself respectable and I didn't like him telling me anything like that.

"Well, did you do it for him, mom?" her boy asked.

"Yes, son, I did. He forced me. Sort of forced me."

"What do you mean 'sort of', mom?" he asked.

"Well, psychologically," she said, "he made me feel unworthy. After all that crap he was giving me, I thought I had to do it. So, I got down there between his legs and gripped his penis in my hand. I looked at it and it was not exactly a pleasant sight to see. Then, damn it, he had to turn the light on and I saw it close up. Strangely, however, when I saw it with the light on, it didn't look so bad. I could tell what I was getting."

"I can imagine it was a frightening thing to think of taking into your mouth, eh mom?"

"It certainly was, darling," she said, "that type of thing as I say was really not in style then."

"Well," the young boy explained, "they probably didn't have any picture to make it popular."

"That is a good point," she said, "those movies do popularize certain forms of sex. No doubt about it. I can imagine the doctors are having a run on sexual problems."

"Right on, mom," he laughed, "well, tell me what it felt like to do that to that jerk you made it with."

"Don't call him a jerk, baby," she said, "he was a very nice man. Well, he just wanted me to keep it in my mouth and to suck on the head of it. As I say, people weren't advanced in ways of sex like they are now."

"And what did you do?"

"Well, he had some technique a little whore had taught him about dragging her lower lip over the head of the penis. It made him quiver with excitement he said."

"And you did that? You dragged your lower lip over his penis?"

"Yes, darling," she said, "I tried to accommodate him any way I knew how. It was really quite a bit of fun. I must say, it wasn't exactly easy."

"What do you mean easy?" he asked.

"Well, the son-of-a-gun was asking me to massage his balls at the same time, massage his ass at the same time. So, I alternately was playing with his ass, sliding a finger up the asshole, and playing with his big balls. Actually, darling, it was all kinds of fun. And, I really enjoyed it."

"I'm glad you did," he said. "After all, sex was meant to enjoy and if Dad was too loaded and stoned to give you a good balling, then I'm glad you got it."

"Good," she said.

There was no doubt in his mind now that his mother was indeed quite a wild woman. And, as he thought about her doing all those wild things, he wondered how many.

"Mom," he asked her curiously, "how many men did you screw?"

"Well, being a curious mother," she laughed, "I lost track."

"Well, what do you mean 'lost track'?" he demanded.

"Well, I couldn't keep track of everyone," she said. "Dad's business built up and he had a big crew. And when the crew would stay there and I would see one I liked, I would single him out and invite him to my bedroom and have him."

"Beautiful," he smiled, "did any of the others teach you anything about sex?"

"Oh, yes," she said, "there was Basil, the German guy. He had a rough way about him and used to like to drill my asshole."

"A real sadist," he laughed.

"Yes, darling, Basil was. His idea of a good time was to get me on the floor on all fours. And, then, he would like to whip his prick out and just put a little spit on the head of his cock and slide it up there. That wasn't exactly pleasurable to me. It hurt like the devil."

"I imagine it would, mom," he admitted. "But, couldn't you stop him?"

"Basil was a difficult man to stop once he got going. I tried many times to calm him down. But he wouldn't be calmed down."

"That's too bad," he said.

"Yes, darling, it was," she agreed. "I really had a rough time with Basil."

"Mom," he asked, "how do I stack up?"

"What do you mean, baby?" she said.

"Well, compared to your other lovers? How do I rate?"

"In what respect, darling?" she said. "There are many ways to evaluate sex."

"Well, as far as the penis. I guess that's the most important thing."

"Not altogether, baby," she explained. "The balls have something to do with it, too. And, don't think they don't. The balls shoot up a storm and then the cock can really perform."

Now, he was really stimulated and the more he thought about it the more he wanted to get some more action out of her.

"What about tongue movement?" he asked curiously.

"Well, I learned a lot about the tongue, darling," she said, "it can do so many things. Many men like tongue baths."

"Tongue baths?" he asked.

"Yes, baby," she said, "they call it a trip around the world."

"A trip around the world?" he said. "What an exciting way to put it. Well, I guess that's like 'lick alley' in Viet Nam where Allen's brother was."

"Lick alley?" she asked curiously. "What's that, dear?"

"Well, that is where the girls do everything by licking. They don't let any guy ram it into them. That is, they do everything with their mouths, their tongues and their teeth."

"Well, a lot of men dig that," she said, "and I can't understand why. But there's something about being licked that they dig. It's like cats and dogs. Did you ever watch a cat licking all over? Well, you never thought of that as being sexy, did you? You kept saying the cat was clean. Well, my philosophy is that the cats are sexy as hell. They populate like rabbits. And, a lot of the time that they are licking themselves, they actually aren't just cleaning themselves, they're masturbating."

"Oh, mom," he chuckled, "what a way out philosophy."

"Well," she said, "I can't help it. I think those little cat lickers are really turning on."

"I hope you don't run around telling people they have sexy cats," he said, "just because the cat is cleaning itself off."

"Cleaning itself off," she laughed, "that's a big farce. The cat is having a sexual trip."

"What about dogs?" he asked.

"Well, you know how dogs get acquainted," she said, "they nose each other don't they?"

"Well, that's true," he admitted.

"Well, a lot of men and women are like that. They don't feel they get to know a person until they nose them out."

"So, you're comparing the animal kingdom to the human people."

"Darling," she said, "that's precisely right. People are not too different than animals and there are other things that are similar."

"What?" he asked.

"Well, you've heard the birds make their mating calls in the springtime, haven't you?"

"I sure have," he said, "sometimes their chattering at all hours of the night keeps me awake, mom."

"Precisely," she said, "and men and women aren't too different than that. Men like to brag about how much money they have in the bank. They like to brag about how long their cars are. Of course, that's all related to how long their pricks are."

"You don't think so, mom," he said. "Do you?"

"I certainly do," she said, "men like to have a long car because that gives them the same feeling of having a long penis."

"Disgusting," he said, "what's that got to do with it?"

"It's a subconscious tie-in," she said, "but don't give me the credit for figuring that out, son. Your mom is smart, but not that smart. I read all about it in a psychology book. Some professor studied ten years to figure it out."

"On that one point?" he asked.

"Well, he had to take a lot of surveys," she said. "Otherwise he never would have gotten his doctor's degree."

"You mean they're giving doctor's degrees because guys figure out that long cars equate with long penises?"

"Well, they do surveys for most everything these days," she said, "as a matter-of-fact, Kinsey became a national hero. All because he sent men around to ask people how they were having sex."

"Is that right?" he asked.

"Of course, darling," she said, "sex is big business. People want to know if the guy down the street is eating it too. Nine times out of ten, he is. And the woman up the street wants to know if the woman down the street is sucking the way her husband makes her do it."

"Is she?" he asked bug eyed.

"Of course she is, if she's telling the truth," she said. "How do you think these marriages stick together? They force each other to do things they don't want to do. Then they get so guilty they are afraid to tell anyone else about it. So, they stick together in their own little sin shell."

"And you've broken out of the shell?" he asked his mother.

"Of course I have, darling," she smiled. "I'm licking and sucking all over the place. And, I'm spreading joy around."

"That you are," he said, "got to give you credit where credit is due."

"You know," she said, thinking vaguely, "I could make a fortune if I would go to that clinic in New York."

"What clinic in New York?" he asked strangely. "You mean to get bigger breasts?"

"Oh, no," she said, "I don't want cantaloupes like that actress had. That, I forget her name. She couldn't act worth a damn. The only thing she had was a couple of cantaloupes. And, people went to see those enormous breasts."

"Well, mom," he said, "you sure don't need silicone. People will come blocks just to look at those beauties you've got."

"I should say not," she grinned, "these, love, are the real things."

"I know it," he said reaching over and feeling of them.

"Better not touch them," she said, "because if you do you'll get all stimulated again and you've had enough action."

"That's the truth," he agreed.

Now, he was really excited and she knew it. "Tell me about that clinic, mom," he insisted.

"All right, darling," she said, "I will. That clinic is in New York, baby. A man and woman got together and figured out a way to make a fortune. They put call girls on the best basis you've ever heard of. A scientific, clinical basis. In other words, that's their way around the laws."

"You mean hookers aren't allowed in New York?" the boy asked shaking his head in disbelief. "I heard you could ask any bellhop and have a girl sent up to your room."

"Officially," she said, "they want to keep it underground. That's how people make money. You see, the payoff works this way. The gangsters pay off their friends in high places. Then the friends keep the girls in subjugation. They couldn't operate their sex slave rings if that wasn't the case."

"Oh, I see," he said, nodding, "they have to keep prostitution underground so they can keep the girls; as slaves and make most of the money."

"Right on," she said, "and that makes people feel moral. Then they can rush off to church and sing about good things knowing that it is all going on. But they won't admit it. It's all underground. And, they feel that they have suppressed something. But they haven't suppressed a damn thing. Because prostitution is as big as ever. As a matter-of-fact, prostitution is moving from the whorehouse to the apartment and to the home. In other words, so many women are giving it away free, it's hard to charge a fee. I've heard prostitutes complaining all over the place about the loose morals. It's cutting into their business."

"Well, then in a way it's too bad that we have such low morals," he said, "because if everybody's a prostitute how are the girls going to charge and make a good living?"

"That's a very good point, son," she said, "you're catching on. Well, this couple that operates the big clinic in New York does it on a scientific basis. Now I'm not saying that they don't believe in what they're doing or that they are deliberately trying to discourage prostitution. All I know is, it is on a respectable basis. And, in a way, I'm glad. Because, then I could be a respectable hooker."

"Well, how would it work, mom?" he asked not quite fully able to grasp the entire situation.

"Well, I'll explain it to you," she said quickly. "It works this way. You see, baby, let's say a man can't make it with his wife. His wife just refuses to do the things that he feels he needs and this particular man digs blow jobs. Well, they will have a woman like me who's been around and knows what she's doing, a real sucking artist, if you please, come in and take care of him. And will be paid five hundred."

"Five hundred for one blow job?" he asked. "Right on, darling," she said, "that's where the gravy is. In the clinics. All the girls are trying to work there. But it is difficult. Of course, you have to be clean. Because it would be very unscientific to be transmitting diseases while you're trying to teach pleasure."

"I see," he said, "you're actually a sex teacher in a way."

"Precisely, baby," she said, "that's exactly what it is. You go in there and you see this good for nothing, balding, middle aged guy who wants to get his penis sucked. You can understand how his wife would hate to do it to him and you have to be a little drunk to do it yourself. But, you pretend. You grab his penis and pretend it's the greatest thing in the world. Then, you let your tongue lick along his balls. All to illustrate for the wife. And, to make it completely scientific to her so she won't go out of her mind watching, you tell her at each point what you are doing and why."

"Well, that would be dangerous, wouldn't it?" he asked.

"Well, a few fights have been known to erupt. But only in unusual circumstances."

"Well, what if some woman changed her mind?" the boy asked. "And she wanted to kill the woman who was making out with her husband. What then?"

"Well, they don't tell you about that," she said, "they just tell you about the five hundred bucks."

"Well, go on mom," he asked, "what else would you have to do?"

"Well, wild things, darling," she said. "Mildred, a girl friend of mine, worked in one of those places. And this cat loved having his buttocks kissed. Well, that meant his wife had to kiss him there. The wife thought it was ridiculous. And in that way he could salve his ego. Yet, she thought he was warped as hell and she wouldn't have any part of kissing ass. Well, the guy who runs the clinic explained to her that she was completely wrong. He explained to her that the ass has a lot of erotic pleasure. And the husband simply wanted an erotic trip with his ass being massaged and kissed. Once that was gotten across to her and the girl demonstrated giving him a good time, she put on the act herself.

"So what happened?" he asked.

"So, they lived happily ever after," she said, "and I'm glad."

"You mean that's all the guy needed? An ass massage and kissing?"

"Apparently," she said, "because Mildred said they closed the file on it."

"Beautiful," he said, "and she got five hundred bucks for that. Well, mom, you could too. You could just strap on a couple of dildos and do it."

"Well, I was thinking of trying it at an orgy."

"Well, that sounds exciting," he said, "I'm sure Allen would dig that."

"Good, darling," she said, "then I can put some practice time in."

"Beautiful," he said, "we will really have a ball."

Finally, Saturday night came and he was as eager for it as she was. They could hardly wait to get into the bed and ball.

Madeline made it a point to really dress up. She wanted to look good. As they left the house together, she asked her son:

"How do I look, darling?"

"Mom, you look tremendous. You really do. Those purple plush pant suits go with you."

"Thank you, baby. You look great with that nice suntan. But, I don't want you out in the sun too long."

"I'll try not to, mom," he told her.

They got into her car and she drove to the motel. She picked up the key and went to the room. When he found out it was room 405 with a view in the distance of the ocean, he was very happy.

"This is a room, mom," he told her. "Really something."

"Now," she explained, "we've got to play it cool. I think you should call me Mildred. That would be good. Mildred will really get a kick out of this when I tell her all about it."

"You're not going to tell her you were making it with me, are you?" he asked.

"No, Brad baby," she said, "even Mildred would need a vomit bag if she heard about this!"

"I thought so," he said. "We can't be too careful."

"Right on, darling," she said. "People are so narrow minded."

"Aren't they," he said wrapping his arms around his mother and reaching down to slap her butt.

He loved the feel of her purple plush pant suit.

"Oh, you smell good tonight," he told her.

"You like my new cologne," she said. "Well I do too. It's called 'Strange Love'. And I think it fits."

"Like a glove, mom," he told her.

"Well, you better run along, darling," she said, "Allen will probably be wanting to go into one of those topless places. And, being a young boy if he slips in, he will be caught and then he won't be available for our little orgy. And, darling, I want to try the dildo act. If I could perfect that, I could make a fortune at the New York clinic."

Now he was eager and ready for action and he wasn't going to waste any time about it. She was just as anxious as he was.

"Hurry on," she said throwing him a kiss.

"See you later," he grinned.

He hurried out of the place and when he got down to the topless place, sure enough there was Allen, almost inside the door.

"Hey," he called out, "come back here."

"Oh, hi, buddy," he smiled at his friend Brad.

"I saved you in the nick of time," he said.

"Well, I was just looking at the topless chick from the door."

"Can you see her?" he asked.

"I sure can," he said, "just a glimpse, but she's flapping her big breasts around. She's tremendous."

"Oh, look at her now," he said, "she's bending over showing her behind."

"This is a wild place, isn't it?"

"It sure is," he agreed.

After he had gotten a good view of the women, he agreed to walk away with his friend.

"Well, Mildred is waiting for us," he said. "She will be happy to get together with us."

"Me too," he agreed. "I can hardly wait to ball her."

"She's a wonderful screw," Brad built her up. "I'm sure you will enjoy making it with her."

"I know I will," he agreed. "Here is my nine bucks."

"Thank you," Brad said. "That is beautiful. The place came to twenty-seven. So, I give nine, she pays nine and you pay nine. Then we have our fuck."

When he got to the motel room, Allen was really turned on. He was amazed at what a beautiful place they had.

"Oh, wow!" he smiled. "What a place. Two bathrooms. This is a real deluxe suite. And that great big king size bed to make it on."

"You know it," he said.

And then his mother posing as Mildred moved forward.

"Look at Mildred," he smiled. "Isn't she a turn on?"

Madeline Engle was delighted that her son could carry it off so well. With the false name and heavy makeup, she was sure the boy would never, ever recognize her. After all, she was a young woman when she bore Brad. More than that, he had never seen her and she had never gone to any school functions. She didn't feel she quite belonged there. In that conservative atmosphere of school.

"You are a handsome boy," she said, "and I like good looking boys."

"Meet my best friend," Allen said laughing, as he unzipped his fly and pulled out his penis.

"Well," she said, "that is quite an introduction."

Reaching out, she grabbed it and squeezed.

"I dig long cocks," she smiled, "how long is it?"

"Eight inches," he smiled.

"Are you sure you're not adding an inch or two?" she laughed.

"Now what would make you think I'd ever do a thing like that, Mildred baby?" he laughed.

"Well, you never know, darling," she said. "I guess we might have a little drink first."

"I enjoy drinking," he said. "My folks are marvelous about leaving the booze around the bar. When they're gone, of course, I get my drinks."

"It's a pity they won't let you drink with them," she smiled. "They could teach you the fine art of social drinking."

"Social drinking, hell," he said, "I like to get stinking."

"Well, baby, don't get stinking at an orgy. I want you to be hard on. If you know what I mean."

She raised her eyebrows and he winked.

"I read you, baby," he said, "you don't have to worry about me. My pecker won't go down for nine times."

"You mean you've shot if off nine times?" she asked.

"Well, that was all night," he said. "But I did do it nine times once."

"Lucky girl," she said, "yes, a girl is very lucky when she has a pecker that is a repeater peter."

"Mine is that," he said, clasping it playfully. It was a strange sight to see him walking across the room with his huge shaft sticking out. Now, Madeline poured the booze for them.

"Well, I can't wait to get to balling with you," she smiled. "I'm sure it will be a lot of fun."

"I'm sure it will too," he smiled, "why don't you take your blouse off, baby. Let me see those breasts. They sure do look nice from here."

"All right," she smiled, "why not?"

Then she looked at Brad.

"Brad, baby," she smiled, "did Allen pay you the nine?"

"Yes, Mildred," he said.

He caught himself. He had started to say 'mom' but he changed it to Mildred. He was glad that mom and Mildred began with 'M'. That gave him a little bit of leeway.

"I almost thought you were going to call her something else," Allen said. "Is that a phony name?"

"Of course not," Mildred said. "It's my name I was born with. I'm sorry. If Brad is a little nervous, I guess it's his first orgy. But it's not mine."

"I thought you had quite a bit of mileage," Allen laughed.

"That isn't funny," she said. "Maybe I have had a few occasional experiences, but I certainly haven't had so much mileage that I'm too well traveled."

"Well, I hope not, baby," he replied, "because I hate loose vaginas.

"Mine isn't loose."

"Do you use alum?" Allen said knowledgeably.

"Of course not," she said, "how disgusting!"

"What is alum?" Brad asked her.

"Alum, my love, is something some women have to use to tighten their sweet pussies. But believe you me, I don't need any!"

"Oh, no," Brad built her up, "Mildred doesn't need a thing. She's got a cunt like you wouldn't believe."

"Let me at it," Allen said tearing off his clothes.

Soon he stood there stark naked.

"You did that on one drink?" she asked.

"One drink here," he laughed.

"Oh, I see," she said, "you've been drinking by yourself at home."

"A couple," he said, "but you see it hasn't bothered my rod any."

"You know," Mildred laughed, as she took off her clothes and slid out of her pant suit, "there are many ways to make it."

The moment he got a sight of her crotchless panties, he let his jaw hang slack.

"What a box!" he smiled. "A shaved one." Brad was amazed. His mother had shaved. He had never seen it like this. It was so appealing, so beautiful. The slit outline was so visible.

"Yes," she said, "why not? Shaved boxes are beautiful, they say."

"That they are," he agreed, "and I can't wait to lick it."

"Go ahead, honey," she smiled.

It didn't take Allen long to drop to his knees. Gripping her ass, he pulled her pussy tighter to him. Then he let his hot tongue flash away "Suck me," Mildred panted. "Oh, eat me, eat me."

"That-a-girl, Mildred," Brad smiled. "Go after him."

Allen's hot tongue flashed away. He kept his eyes open. He enjoyed the sight of her there.

"Eat it," she panted, "eat it. Eat it. Oh, ah, yes, baby, yes, that's beautiful. Oh, yes, eat my pussy."

Faster and faster, the hot tongue surged up there. Every thrust was more delightful than the last.

"Oh, I can't stand it," she gasped excitedly. "That is too much, baby. Oh, ah, yes, yes. Keep doing that. Faster. Oh, just like that. Oh, baby, more. Keep it going."

The delicious excitement surging through him now was driving her up the wall.

"Oh," she panted excitedly, "what a tongue. Oh, baby, that's beautiful. Keep doing it. Faster, baby, faster. That's how it's done."

The delightful pleasure that he was experiencing now as she went to town was driving him up the wall.

"Oh," he panted excitedly, "what a beautiful job. That's what I dig. Oh, yes. Eat me. Eat me."

Faster and faster the hot tongue stabbed in there and she was starting to juice. Soon she gushed. As she gushed, she cried out.

"Suck me! Suck me!"

The pure pleasure that had surged thought her body was super. Allen had actually done a much better job than her son, Brad, had. And she looked at Brad and told him:

"You could learn a lot from Allen. He has very good tongue action."

Allen pulled his face away from her and smiled at Brad.

"All I did was use my tongue effectively on her clit. It's the love button that does it. Right, Mildred?"

"Right, baby," she smiled. "You were groovy. Say let me try something different on you." The young boy laughed as he got to his feet. "Anything you want to do, Mildred," he said, "is all right with me,"

"That covers a lot of ground," Mildred laughed. She went over to a large floppy purse and pulled out dildo and strap. Then he looked at it. "What in hell is that," Allen demanded.

"That, my love, is a dildo and the straps. And, baby, you're going to love it."

"Am I?" he said.

"Wait until I shove it," she laughed.

She strapped it onto herself. Then she was ready, willing and eager. She looked a bit peculiar as she strutted across the room.

"Oh, baby, this is really going to be fun," she laughed.

Now she was ready. It didn't take her long. He got upon the bed and told him, "Lie on your back, baby, and I'm going to drill this into you."

"You are not," she said, "I'm not going to take any more tonight my ass."

"This, darling, is my surprise."

"No," he said.

"Well, you should be grateful," she said. "They're charging five hundred dollars for one fuck in some New York clinic."

"Oh, no," he said, "I don't believe it."

"Yes," she said, "they do. And I'm thinking of working there too."

"Well, go to New York if you want to," he said. "But I don't want to take it at any price."

"Well, I'll have sex in a minute," she said, "if you can exhibit a little patience." t

"Patience was never one of my strong points," Allen said gingerly, looking at it.

"Well, you will learn and you're going to learn what a fantastic thing it is to suck."

"Well, I hope it's fantastic," he said.

Now, she was eager to give him the action. She threw his legs over her shoulders and gripping the penis eased it between her tender lips. "Slow and easy, baby," he told her.

"I always do it the right way," she said. "That remains to be seen."

Now he was eager to have it. And, with a sudden hard jab, he rode into her. As it stabbed back and forth he became more excited every second.

"Oh, that's wild," he panted. "It feels good." He was clutching the sheets now. It was a great pleasure to him. Something unusual that he never knew could be so stimulating. But, he was finding out and fast.

"Oh, keep that up," he told her. "Keep doing it."

The pure pleasure that was surging through her body now was amazing. Feeling his giant sized penis, she was stimulated.

"Oh, baby," he panted, "grab me. Grab my cock!"

He realized it was a difficult angle to get into but by angling her body just so the penis was getting farther and farther into her.

"Faster," he told her, "that's it baby. Do it."

Now that the vagina was clasping it, she was getting turned on.

"Yes, yes," he told her, "that is wild. Oh yes, keep doing it."

The penis was thrusting into her now. And the pleasure was building every moment.

"Oh," he told her, "that is beautiful. Oh yes. I just love it."

Faster now and faster, the hot prick was being sucked into her vagina and he was getting more stimulated every second.

"Oh," he told her, "I want it. I want it, baby. Give it to me."

Her vagina gripped his penis. And the pleasure was growing every second.

"Oh," he begged her, "grab my penis."

He was enjoying it every second. And suddenly, just at the moment of climax the door burst open.

"What the hell is going on here?" a girl asked.

Then the girl screamed.

"Get your body off him," she complained, "hurry up, get off him."

She was really upset, she could hardly believe anyone could be so difficult.

She refused. She let him get all the juice out of it. Then the girl grabbed at her. Mildred's wig came off.

"Who are you?" she said. "Taking Allen away from me. Allen was supposed to ball me tonight."

"Sorry about that, honey," she said, "he wanted to learn a little from a pro. I hope you don't mind."

"You're an old woman," she said. "You shouldn't be monkeying with a college kid."

A second later the management barged in. "What the hell are you doing here?" the manager asked the girl.

"That is my boyfriend," the girl glared.

"So what?" the manager said.

"Well, she's an old bag. He's a young stud."

"Oh, I see," the manager said.

The girl glared at him.

"You'd better call the police and fast. Better take them all in."

Moments later the girl stormed out. But the harm had been done. Before they could get dressed, the vice officers were there.

"Lady," the officer said, "what is your name?" Finally, she had to give it. And, when she gave her name as Madeline Engle, Allen's jaw dropped. "Oh, no," he gasped angrily. "I've been doing it with your mom."

"So what," she snapped, "I gave you a good time didn't I?"

"Yes," he said, "but that makes my best buddy, Brad, a mother fand I don't like mother fuckers," he blurted.

"Go to hell," Brad told him.

"Both of you are going to jail," the officer said. "And, lady, you're going to jail too."

"I don't see why I should," she objected. "I was just trying to give these boys a little sex education. How do you expect them to ball if they don't know what it's all about?"

"That is a problem they've got to figure out another way. Not with you."

She glared at the officer as she followed him out of the room. And Brad looked at his buddy and apologized.

"I'm sorry," he said.


The End
