Mother's Young Lover
by David Harper 


FOREWORD 

There wasn't a trace of doubt in one mother's mind when she had sex with her 
son, that she was doing the right thing. She had managed to lie to herself 
in such convincing terms, that she couldn't face the wrong that she was 
perpetrating against her own flesh and blood. 

It is tragically true that people are brainwashed in many areas of their 
life. But one area where they are probably brainwashed more than most is the 
sexual area. For the hot-blooded lusts and passions, create patterns of 
thought that are forever justifying what the individual is doing. It is 
tragic but true, that this is the case. 

However, nothing seems to be able to change it, for the persistent patterns 
of lust continue in spite of the fact much new information and knowledge is 
pouring into the press from the advanced fields of sexology. 

What is it that makes the revolting crime of sexual incest so inviting to 
some? Each case has its own answer, and each case has a series of 
circumstances that builds to this particular focal point, where a sexual 
relationship with incest overtones is the thing that turns them on. It is 
tragic but true. 

Yet the haunting feeling of guilt invaded the innocent young mind of the 
victim-the woman's youthful son. When he would hear items about sexual 
relationships in a sex education class at school, he would identify his own 
problem and feel revulsion. 

It became a pull between opposing forces; between his own hot desire and his 
conscience which persistently tugged at the truth. 

Yet, caught in the delicious whirlpool of "anything goes" sexual episodes, 
he couldn't pull himself out of the terrible predicament. Finally, an 
outside force intervened and put end to this awful, lustful relationship. 

-The Publisher 

 CHAPTER ONE 

It was a very difficult thing being a mother Louise Bentley knew. Her young 
16-year-old son Frank was having problems with his girl friend. And for some 
reason he didn't hesitate talking to her in the most intimate detail about 
those problems. It bothered her, as she didn't think it was the appropriate 
thing to do. "Darling," she said with a quivering voice to young 

Frank who was standing before her, "I don't think you should discuss these 
intimate things with me. After all what you and Marilyn do is really your 
business." 

He walked back and forth. 

"I wish my dad would talk to me about these things," he said nervously. 

"Well, your father is too busy," Louise hedged for his father. 

"Sure, Mom," he said, "he's too busy. You know he makes out. He isn't loyal 
to you." 

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

"Oh, yes you do," he said, "You don't want to." 

Louise stood there in her negligee looking at hef son who was standing there 
in his shorts. It bothered her. She could see he had an erection and she 
didn't hardly know what to do about this. She decided that no doubt the best 
thing for her to do would be to go to bed. Walking over to her bed she sat 
on the edge of it. Then looking up at him she told him, "Why don't you go to 
bed?" 

"Alone?" he smiled, "With a hard-on like this?" 

"Look honey," she explained, "I can't do anything about that. I don't know 
what men do when they get erections like that, I think they use their hand 
or something." 

"You know what men do," he told her quickly, "You know damn well what they 
do." 

"Don't talk to me like that," she said anxiously, "Please don't." 

"I've got to mom," he said, "I've got to talk to somebody or I'm going to go 
out of my mind." 

"Oh, don't say that darling," she insisted, "You're not going to go out of 
your mind at all. You know, baby, when you say things like that you will 
make them happen." 

"At this point I don't care," he said quickly. 

"Darling, you've got to care," she tried to help him understand. 

"Mom," he said, "What does a kid do with a big cock like this?" 

Saying no more he pulled down his shorts and exposed himself to his mother's 
eyes. Louise gasped. She hadn't had any good sex in a long time. It was true 
and Frank had stated it truthfully, that her husband had terribly neglected 
her. As she looked at that long prick before her, with its glistening crown, 
she almost wished she could have it. Such an emotion was wrong. She knew she 
shouldn't desire her own son. 

"Oh," he panted, "Mom, please, please, touch me." 

Fascinated and hypnotized by him, she moved her hand over to him. She 
touched the edge of it. 

"Isn't it beautiful?" he smiled. "Isn't that a nice prick?" 

"You shouldn't be doing this," she said quickly, "it's wrong baby. All 
wrong." 

There was no stopping now, as he was so stimulated and excited, he wanted 
more and more. 

"Oh mom," he gasped eagerly, "Oh please, please do me." 

"What do you mean?" she demanded, "What do you mean Frank?" 

The tremble in her voice warned him that she was about ready to give in. 

"I mean pull it for me. I'm tired of pulling it myself. Please, mom, pull it 
for me." 

She pulled it quickly and he really got excited. 

"Oh baby," he panted eagerly, "that's too much. Oh, ah, yes, yes. Now you're 
pulling. Faster, like that!" 

Letting her hand move back and forth quickly, he became more and more 
excited. 

"Oh, honey," he panted, "that is wild. That's beautiful!" 

The more she pulled on the rod, the more stimulated he became. 

"Oh, darling," he panted excitedly, "That is too much. Oh yes baby." 

The pleasure was rapidly building now. And he was enjoying it more every 
moment. 

"Mom," the young boy panted, "do I ever love the way you play with me. Oh, 
yes, that's it. Grab it. Love it." 

Even though she knew it was wrong to be doing this, she couldn't stop. 

"Oh, son," she said, clasping his ass in her hand and pulling on his cock 
faster, "I hate myself for doing this but I want to do it. Something is 
wrong with me to be doing this." 

"No, No," he cried out passionately, "this is fun. There is nothing wrong." 

The pleasure now was building, and as she moved closer to his cock she had 
the sudden urge to slip her mouth over it. 

"Mom," he said, "could you let your pink tongue slide out and lick?" 

"Oh, no darling," she assured him, "I could never do that." Yet, as she got 
hotter and hotter she realized that she co,uld. And suddenly, the hot tongue 
was lashing away. 

"Oh, yes," the young boy panted as he grabbed his mother's head and forced 
her down over his cock. "That's it. Oh, yes!" 

He was amazed at how much fun he could have doing this. Yet, he didn't let 
his amazement stop him. He was going to town now. 

"Suck," he panted, "suck, mom, suck." 

Every second was more beautiful than the last. And now he was going out of 
his mind with pleasure and passion. 

"Oh," he panted, "that is beautiful. Oh yes baby, I love it. Oh, ah, yes, 
yes. Faster, faster, honey, that's what I like. Keep it going." 

She was amazed what she could do for him. She remembered how she had done it 
for her husband. And she decided she would do the same thing for him. 
Suddenly, she pulled her mouth off his prick a second. 

"Oh, darling," she said, "forgive me. Your own mother. Oh, I'm sorry." 

Frank wasn't sorry. He was only distressed that she had stopped. 

"Don't stop in the middle of a suck," he complained. "Get your mouth back on 
it." 

Her mouth moved back to the meat. Then he begged her once more. "Suck it." 

Now she went back to sucking. But, all she could think about was what she 
had done for her husband. 

"Oh, mom, eat it. Eat my dick!" 

It was a passionate sight. Louise loving her son. Frank was a beautiful boy. 
He had done a lot of swimming and he had a very athletic body. She had done 
quite a few things with her husband. As her husband was forever demanding 
her to excite him every conceivable way. She was ashamed at times at what he 
would ask. But now she was delighted and excited that she could stimulate 
and titillate her own son. Knowing it was wrong didn't bother her. 

"Oh, mom, suck!" he said, his voice pitch rising higher. 

She pulled her mouth off his prick momentarily and begged, "Darling, get 
your naked body in the bed with me. I will do things for you that dear dad 
loves. I will show you everything tonight. I don't know why I'm so 
stimulated but I am." 

He didn't waste any time. Naked, young Frank hopped in the bed. He spread 
his legs for her. She crouched at his crotch and cupped his ass cheeks in 
her hands. Suddenly, she let her tongue slide out around his ass-hole. 

"Oh," he gasped excitedly, "that's what I love. Oh, yes, mom, do that." 

Now he was really enjoying it. Every second of it. 

"Love me, mom," he begged her, "love me." 

The pleasure was building now as she held his ass in place. Then, she really 
got a thrilling thing for him going. She slid her tongue way up his 
ass-hole. As it went up there farther and farther, the passion built. 

"Oh," he gasped, "that is too wonderful mom. Oh, ah, yes, yes!" 

The beautiful moment had arrived. And now he was enjoying it, every fabulous 
second of it. 

"You're too much, mom," he panted eagerly. 

"Oh, yes I love that. Oh, ah, yes, yes!" 

The pleasure had built to feverish pitch. She was playing with his balls, as 
she sucked his ass out. 

"Oh, do it for me," he begged her, "do it. Oh, ah, yes mom, yes. That's what 
I like. Keep loving me." 

There was no doubt in her mind about pleasing him. She wanted in the worst 
way to give him pleasure. Pure pleasure. 

"Lick it," he gasped excitedly, "lick the ass. Oh, mom, lick my ass-hole!" 

At this point, she was trembling with passion. She could feel his juices 
rising. His balls were swelling, and she was eager now for him. 

"Oh," he panted excitedly, "that is wild. Oh, ah, yes, yes!" 

Suddenly she slid her tongue out of his ass-hole and grabbed his dick. She 
let her tongue lick up to the top of the rod. Then she sucked the head of 
the cock. 

"Eat my meat," he begged, "Eat it baby, eat it." 

She was wasting no time. She knew what he needed. He was ready to deliver. 
He loved it. 

"Oh, yes," he panted eagerly, "that's what I dig." Nothing was going to stop 
her for long now. 

"Oh, mom," he begged, "that's wild. You know just how to love me. You do." 

He was happy that he could get her this stimulated and excited, and she was 
glad that he was turning on. She let her mouth travel to the base of his 
dick. Then her hands played with his balls. 

"Oh, yes," he gasped excitedly, "that's what I like. Do it. Do that." 

Every second was more beautiful for him and any moment he knew he would be 
exploding. 

"Keep it up," he begged, "keep doing it. Oh, ah, yes, yes!" 

Now, he was grabbing her head. He was guiding her down over his dick. 

"Oh, like that," he begged eagerly, "like that!" 

Suddenly, she played with his balls. He loved the feel of her hands 
massaging his balls while she sucked. He knew it was wrong to have sex with 
his own mom. But she was a beautiful young blonde woman and he was crazy for 
her. His father was a dark-haired, dark-skinned intense man. And Frank took 
after his father. As he felt her blonde hair over him as he guided her head, 
he would thrust forward. 

"Oh," he gasped, "suck me, mom. Suck me." 

His mom loved it. Every fabulous second of it. 

"Oh, eat it," he begged eagerly. "Oh, yes. Yes. That's it. Oh, ah, do it, 
baby, do it." The hot delicious excitement was building and building. Every 
second becoming more intense, more exciting. 

"Suck my meat," he begged, "suck me, baby, suck me." 

At this point his pleasure knew no bounds. He knew that in a second or two 
he would be shooting. 

"Suck it off, mama," he begged, "suck it, get the juice. Oh, mom, suck my 
prick!" 

Now, the meat exploded. His mother gobbled every delicious drop of his 
juice. When she pulled her mouth off him, she was breathless with 
excitement. 

"Oh, darling," she gasped excitedly, "what a wonderful time we had." 

Indeed, they had had a delightful time. It was impossible for him to believe 
it had happened. Yet as he looked at her breasts swaying over his tool, he 
had to admit the truth. He had fucked his own mother. 

"What's that look on your face for, Frank?" she demanded. 

"I'm still in shock," he said, "It isn't everyday a guy fucks his own mom." 

"Well, I guess I am a little bit more appealing than some moms," she 
congratulated herself. 

"That's the truth," he agreed. "You really do have some good equipment. 
Those juicy knockers of yours always have turned me on." 

"I thought you had a little erotica in mind when you used to nibble on them 
when you were a little boy," she laughed. 

Now he was becoming more intensely anxious to have sex with her. 

"Darling," she said, "we've done wrong. We really shouldn't do anything 
more." She was preparing to move away but he wanted to see her naked. 

"Let me see all of you." 

"Oh, I shouldn't expose myself to your view," she said. 

"That's a big laugh," he said quickly. "You weren't afraid to suck me off, 
but you are afraid to have me look at you. You're disgusting." 

"I'm just trying to be realistic," she said quickly. "It just isn't right, 
honey." 

"What do you know about right and wrong?" he demanded. 

"Plenty," she said quickly. "I know that it would be absolutely wrong to let 
you see me naked." 

"I'll tell daddy you blew me," he teased her. 

"You wouldn't," she said, "you naughty boy." 

"Look, mom," he said, "I've got something on you. If I tell daddy that you 
sucked me off what do you think he would do?" 

"That's blackmail you're asking me to submit to," she objected, "you can't 
make me submit to blackmail." 

"Oh, yes I can," he said. "No, darling," she objected, "don't do that." 
After a long, moment she realized he meant business. 

"Sweetheart," she said, "you're getting so difficult and impossible." 

"I'm wising up," he said. "For a man to get what he wants in this world, he 
has to wise up." 

"Alright," she said, "just this once. But I don't think I'm doing the right 
thing." 

"You weren't worried about that when you let me see your tits. Now let me 
see your cunt, too." 

She knew he was curious. 

"I know you are going to see it sooner or later," she said nervously, "you 
might as well see it sooner, I guess." 

She wasn't at all turned on at the idea of displaying her body for him. But 
if he was going to make such a big fuss about it, she thought she might as 
well. 

"Okay," she agreed, "you can look at me." 

She slipped out of her negligee. Then sudden fear bothered her. 

"What are you trembling for?" he asked. 

"I just got to thinking what would happen if dad caught us." 

"Forget that," he said, "don't even give it a thought." 

"But I have to," she said. "No, you don't," he said, "not if you don't want 
to." 

She was standing there in the nude, and he was getting more excited every 
minute. 

"Oh, baby," he told her excitedly, "you are beautiful." 

She knew she was, and it was really bugging the hell out of her that her own 
son was giving her more attention than her husband. 

"Do you like my body?" she said, "do I look like you thought I did?" 

"Even more beautiful, mom," he said, "you look yummy." 

"Yummy?" Louise laughed, "whatever does that mean?" 

"That means, you look good enough to eat." 

"Oh," Louise said arching an eyebrow. 

"Do you want to eat me, son ? " 

"Yes, mom," he nodded, "I'd like to suck cunt. I've heard about it. Guys at 
school talk about eating pussy, and I've never had my tongue in anybody's 
twat." 

"Well, starting with your mother's twat, isn't a good beginning, baby," she 
said. 

"Everybody has to start somewhere," he said. 

"That's true," she said, "but I have a few principles left. It was bad 
enough to lick your dick, but to let you eat my cunt would be going too 
far." 

"You're impossible, mom," he laughed, as he pulled her body to him. She 
loved the feel of his hot hands in her buttocks. Then she felt his tongue 
swirling around her cunt. 

"Oh," she panted, "that is too much. Oh, ah, yes, yes. That is beautiful." 

This was really exciting now. She loved the way the hot tongue licked all 
around her twat, and suddenly he stiffened his tongue and then he stabbed it 
in. 

"Oh, baby," she panted, "that's too much. Oh, ah, yes, yes. That's 
beautiful." 

Suddenly, the hot tongue was lashing away at her clitoris. Her body quivered 
with excitement. She loved his hot hands massaging her ass cheeks. But more 
than that she loved that tongue sliding inside her. 

"Keep it up, darling," she panted breathlessly, "Oh, yes, baby, I love it." 

Indeed, Louise did love it. Every moment was more beautiful than the last. 

"Keep it up," she begged, "Oh, ah, yes, baby, yes." 

He kept it going, and every second became more pleasurable. 

"Oh, darling," she panted, "I'm really enjoying this." 

The pleasure built and built. Suddenly, she knew that she would juice. His 
tongue was reaching inside, licking her vagina walls. She loved the feel of 
the exciting tongue slipping around inside. 

He reached up and gripped her breasts while he sucked her pussy. 

"Oh, Frank, baby," she gasped, "what a wonderful son you are. Love me, love 
mama's twat." 

Frank was indeed a sensual son. He loved sex. So much so in fact that when 
he couldn't find an outlet other than home, he decided to put the make on 
mom. All he wanted was action. Whether it was a girl at school he could make 
it with or his own mom, made no difference. The thing was to get some sex. 

"Do it," she panted, "do it. Oh, ah, yes, yes-Love me." 

She loved him so much now, that she was grasping his head and guiding him 
around. Her fingers clawed into his scalp. He could hardly believe she was 
this intense and eager for it too. 

"Oh, mom," he panted, "yes, yes, do it." 

The pleasure was building every second. Now he was shaking and trembling. 

"Oh," he gasped excitedly, "yes, baby. That's too much. Do it. Oh, baby do 
it." 

He was really turned on. All the way. 

"Oh, darling," he panted, "you are too much. I really am enjoying this." 

"Sweetheart," she explained, "never take your tongue out of a twat before it 
juices. Stay right in there, keep pitching. Lick." 

He got the point. He grabbed her ass cheeks and pulled her back to him. Then 
his hot tongue went down. He was licking quicker now, and determined to get 
her there. 

"Honey, oh, sweetheart," she panted, "I'm almost there. Lick it. Oh, ah, 
yes, yes!" 

At this point she was vibrating with emotion. She wanted to juice. She 
wanted to gush in his face and give him a chance to eat her. Finally she did 
cum. 

"Oh," he panted excitedly, "you made it, baby, you made it." 

The super sensations of being sucked by her own son, had her trembling and 
shaking all over. Her hands gripped his head and guided him as he finished 
her. 

"Oh," he panted, "that's too much, baby, too much." 

The delicious pleasure had really brought her happiness. 

"Oh, darling, Frank," she sighed as he withdrew his tongue from her pussy, 
"you are wonderful. You'll never know what that meant to me. Oh, baby, I 
just loved it." 

She couldn't quit talking about how much fun he had given her. Indeed, Frank 
was happy and proud for what he had achieved. He had made mama juice, and he 
was glad he could do that for her. 

"Sweetheart," she sighed, "I love you so much and I'm ashamed of myself. I 
feel both emotions. I feel proud, darling, that you have loved me. Yet, I 
feel ashamed and humiliated for asking you to do it." 

"Don't feel that way," he told her. "We just wanted something and we 
couldn't find anyone else, so we did it." 

Louise Bentley broke down, weeping. She bent over on the bed sobbing. 

"Oh, darling," she sobbed, "I'm so ashamed of myself. I really am." 

Her shame was causing her to vibrate. 

"Why," he said, "all we did was make love." 

"Yes," she said, "all we did was make love but, honey, we have no right to, 
you and me." 

"What do you mean we have no right to?" he said abruptly. 

"Don't you understand, darling?" she asked. "We have no right to make love 
because we are mother and son. People hate people who do things like that. 
Don't you understand?" 

"It isn't very easy for me to understand," he said. "All I know is what I 
feel." 

"Well, darling," she said, "I don't understand why people feel that way, 
myself. We had something going with each other. For us it couldn't be wrong. 
Yet, I must admit I did have a tinge of guilt when I looked at you down 
there at my cunt eating it. Not that I didn't love it, baby, I did. But I 
felt guilty. It's taking advantage of you. You're a hot-blooded young boy. 
It's true that you need passion and pleasure, but it is equally true, 
darling, that I have no right to demand it from you." 

"I think that love depends on a lot of things like what you put into it." 

"Very well stated, son," she said, "but this type of love is called incest." 

"What?" he asked curiously. 

"They call it incest," she explained. "That's when two people in the same 
family want to make it." 

"And incest is supposed to be real bad?" he asked. 

"Yes," she admitted, "real bad. As a matter-of-fact if they had any idea 
that I was doing something with my own son, do you know what they would do 
to me?" 

"I have no idea, mom." 

"They would make it really rough," she explained. 

"What would they do?" he demanded curiously. 

"Lock me up," she said. "For making love?" he asked. "For making love-the 
wrong way," she said. 

Louise knew she needed a drink. 

"I'm glad your father isn't coming home tonight," she said. "I wouldn't be 
up to meeting him after this." 

"You were talking about getting a divorce from him weren't you?" he asked 
curiously. 

"We were considering it," she admitted. 

"Why?" he demanded. 

"I don't like to talk about him behind his back," she said. 

"Go ahead and tell me," he urged her. 

"All right," she said, "I'll tell you why. Because he has been untrue to me. 
He has been playing around with a girl at the office. I know her name. 
Shirley, Shirley, that little dark-haired wench with the big tits. Your 
father was always a pushover for big tits." 

"Is that why he married you, mom?" young Frank smiled. 

"Maybe," she said, "of course I've got a good pussy too. You've only had 
your tongue in there son, but your dad says that I have snapping pussy 
muscles." 

"Snapping pussy muscles?" young Frank asked. 

"Yes, honey," she exclaimed. "You see I can make my pussy snap." 

"Could you make it snap for me, mom?" he said. "This cock is getting hard at 
the thought of it." 

"Oh, I shouldn't have told you about that," she said quickly. "I knew you 
would want it if 

I did." 

"It's okay, mom," he said. "We've done each other one way, we ought to try 
some other ways." 

"We ought to stop doing anything with each other," she told him frankly. 
"We've both done something terrible and I'm the worst because I'm the adult 
that led you into it." 

"That's a lot of crap," he said quickly. "I led you into it. I told you I 
wanted you." 

"Well, that wouldn't make any difference as far as the law is concerned," 
she informed him. "The way the law looks at it if you're older that's 
enough. That's enough to make you guilty." 

"Go and get your drink, mom," he suggested slyly, hoping that the drink 
would loosen her morals some more. 

Louise stepped naked across the bedroom, and her son watched her ass as she 
glided out of the room. She went to the bar in the living room and poured 
herself two shots of bourbon. She gulped them both down quickly, and then 
she went back into the bedroom. 

"Are you ready?" he smiled. 

"For what, honey?" she laughed. 

"I can wait a little longer," he said. 

"Good," she laughed, "I like them a little longer." 

He looked at her and laughed. Reaching down he grasped his tool. He began 
pumping on it vigorously. 

"Well, I'll get it a little longer for you, if you want it that way," he 
chuckled. 

Now he was pumping industriously on his penis. He was going to get it harder 
for her. 

"Oh, baby," he panted quickly, "look at this dick now. You'll really enjoy 
having that sliding into you." 

"I'm sure I will," she agreed. 

It was getting more and more exciting for them every moment. Soon, he was 
ready for action. 

"Oh, baby," he panted quickly, "this is going to be a lot of fun." 

Soon she lay on the bed for him. 

"Okay, darling," she said, "I guess you might as well learn about sex. Come 
on and shove it to me." 

She lay on the bed, and spread her legs for him. He straddled her, and drove 
his cock into her. 

"Oh," he gasped excitedly, "that is beautiful. Oh, yes. Oh, fuck it." 

The hard dick drove into her. She loved it. Every thrust of it was more 
exciting than the last. 

"Keep it up," she panted, "Oh, yes, I like it, just like that." The hard 
dick was drilling into her quicker and quicker now. 

"Fuck it," he panted, "Fuck me." 

Every moment was more intensely pleasurable than the last. Soon, he knew 
that her muscles would go to work. 

"Baby, come," she told him. "I'm going to grab your ass and hang on." 

Now she went to work gripping his tool with her cunt muscles. She began 
making snapping movements with her pussy and he got the point of what she 
had been talking about. 

"Boy, feel it," he gasped excitedly. "You can really do it, mom. Oh, ah, 
yes. That's beautiful. Oh, I love that." 

The delicious pleasure of what they were doing now, was really reaching him. 

"Oh," he panted excitedly, "that's too much. Oh, baby, I love that." 

Harder and harder the dick drove in there. Every second was more exciting 
than the last. Soon he knew that the penis would be shooting. 

"Fuck me," she begged him as she grabbed his ass hard. "Fuck me, give it to 
me." 

She was amazed with what force he could drive his tool into her. She hadn't 
been balled like this for a long time. She was proud and happy that she was 
getting it now. 

"Oh," he gasped excitedly, "that's beautiful. Fuck it, fuck it baby, fuck. 
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck." 

She was enjoying it more every second. 

"Oh, baby," he panted passionately, "that's what I like. Fuck!" 

The hard tool was sliding in there at such speed and force, that it made the 
bed shake. 

"Screw it!" she panted excitedly, "keep that going, baby. That's what I 
want. Just like that, honey. Keep doing it." 

The hard dick was really giving her happiness. With every thrust, she became 
more and more excited. 

"Oh," he panted, "that's wild, baby, wild." 

Certainly it was wild. The pleasure was building every second. 

"Oh," he. panted excitedly, "that's too much. Oh, ah, yes, baby, yes, that's 
what I want!" 

The delicious enjoyment was reaching him now. 

"Oh, baby," he panted excitedly, "that's too much!" 

Suddenly, the hard dick exploded in her cunt. She ground her hips around. 
She squeezed his cock with her cunt muscles. She was clasping it now for 
dear life. 

"Oh," he panted excitedly, "yes, yes, baby, that's what I want. Keep doing 
it." 

The pleasure would never end. He could hardly stand it. 

"Screw me," he begged, "screw me, mom." She kept her pussy muscles active, 
even though he had shot off once. She was hoping that he could make it for 
the second time. To add to his pleasure, she let a finger slide into his 
ass-hole. He loved the feel of her pumping finger. 

"Oh," he gasped excitedly, "that's wild! Oh, ah, yes, yes!" 

The passionate pleasure that they had derived from this activity was really 
reaching them. 

"Oh, mom," he panted, "I'll make it again. You're rubbing my prostate too." 

"Good," she said. "I want you to enjoy this, son." 

There was no doubt about it, he was going to enjoy it and quickly. 

"Fuck it," she gasped eagerly. "Fuck, baby, fuck." 

Harder and harder the dick drove in and with every thrust he was becoming 
more and more intrigued. 

"Oh, baby," she panted excitedly, "that's what I want. Screw it!" 

Suddenly, the big dick exploded. She twisted her hips around and let her 
cunt muscles clasp the tool. 

"Oh," she gasped excitedly, "that is beautiful, baby, beautiful." 

The delicious excitement that swept over them both like waves in an erotic 
sea, had brought both of them to a beautiful climax. 

"Oh, mom," he gasped excitedly, "I made it again." 

Indeed he had made it again. He was proud of his achievement. 

"Oh, sweetheart," he said, "we sure had a good time of it." 

"Yes, we did, darling," she admitted. "It's a lot of fun to fuck, even if it 
is someone in the family." 

She giggled as she thought about it. 

"On that, darling, I need another drink. I feel as guilty as hell." 

"So do I, darling," he said. 

The two of them were happy Happy with each other. Now, she needed another 
drink. 

"Darling," she said, "could you go get mother the bottle?" 

"Don't tell me you're going to drink it from the bottle now, mom?" he 
smiled. 

"Why not?" she said, "it saves dirtying the glasses." 

"That's not funny, mom," he said. 

"I thought it was," she said, "I heard it in a picture. It was some drunk, 
who was getting really unhappy because he only had three Cadillacs or 
something. Well, go get the bottle dear, or I will." 

Obediently, Frank went to get the bottle for his mother from the other room. 

"Thank you, dear," she said, when he returned with it. 

"Oh, that's alright, mom," he chuckled. 

They had a good time drinking and she didn't object to Frank's drinking too. 

"You're right on, mom," he said, "I'm so glad you don't object to me having 
a little liquid refreshment." 

"Oh, I wouldn't object," she said, "if you're old enough to screw, you're 
old enough to drink too. Right?" 

"Right on," he laughed. 

As she guzzled more liquor, a guilt feeling came over her. 

"Do you think I'm a bad influence, son," she asked. 

"A very, very bad influence," he said. "And that's why I love you mom." 

"You do love me don't you dear?" she said. "Yes, I do," he said. 

It was a very difficult thing for him to admit one thing and he thought he 
would discuss it with his mother. 

"Mom," he asked, "do you thing I'm a mother-fucker?" 

"Why, Frank," she said abruptly, "I should wash your mouth out with soap for 
saying a thing like that." 

"Well, it's true," he said quietly, "that's what I am." 

"You are not, honey," she said quickly. "You are not a mother-fucker at 
all." 

He looked at her and asked, "Why not? I screwed you, and you are my mom. 
That makes me a mother-fucker." 

He suddenly burst out laughing. 

"Don't say that," she insisted, "that sounds terrible. I'm ashamed of us 
both." 

"Don't be," he said, "we've done nothing wrong. Nothing." 

It was difficult for him to shake all of this from his conscience. He 
marveled that his mother could. She was able to do it with ease. 

"You don't feel guilty at all, do you mom?" he asked. 

"No, darling, I don't," she admitted. 

"How come?" he asked. 

"Well, that's because they haven't got a term 'son-fucker', " she laughed. 

"That's true," he said, "it's always the other way around. The mother-fucker 
is the bad guy. I wonder why that is." 

"It's a very interesting question," she admitted, "It makes me rather 
curious too. There are so many things in this world that make me curious, I 
must admit." 

"Mom, are we going to be able to continue this?" 

"As long as your daddy isn't around, dear," she said. 

"Good," he said, "because I really enjoyed fucking you. Let me tell you, 
mom, you've got a real tight twat." 

"Well, I'm glad you enjoyed it," she said. "It's all alright as long as we 
never tell anybody. And I'm sure son that if you want me to keep having sex 
with you, you won't reveal this to anybody." 

He smiled at her. 

"I'll never tell anybody, mom. I don't want to be known as the 
mother-fucker. You can't blame me for that, can you?" 

"No, Frank," she said. 

 CHAPTER TWO 

Louise Bentley had always tried to be a good mother. And when she woke up 
the next morning and realized what she had done, she had a hangover in more 
ways than one. Immediately, she took some seltzer to calm her stomach. Then 
Frank came into the bedroom. 

"Morning, mom," he grinned happily. 

"Good morning, dear," she said. 

"How do you feel, mom?" he smiled. 

"Lousy," she said. "I'm sorry about what happened last night. It won't 
happen again." 

Frank looked at her with a startled expression on his face. 

"You've got to be kidding, mom," he said. "Don't tell me you're going to 
deny me some good screws. I want some fun." 

"Darling," she said, "you can't have all you want in life. Remember, that 
happened last night because we didn't know what we were doing for a few 
minutes." 

"Oh, yes you did," he said, "you knew what you were doing." 

Indeed it was true, she knew what she was doing, but she hated to admit it. 

"Can't we just forget it?" she repeated. 

"I could never forget your hot mouth, mom," he grinned. 

"It isn't fair of you to expect me to have sex with you all the time," she 
insisted. 

"Oh, yes it is," he said. "Once you get a guy's rocks hot, you know he 
doesn't calm down. Now, mom, don't be difficult." 

She looked at him and was startled at what force he spoke. It was almost as 
if he had grown up overnight. 

"Does screwing mean that much to you?" she asked him. 

"Yes, it does mom," he insisted. "It means a hell of a lot" 

"Mom," he said, "can't you understand that a man is different than a woman?" 

"Well, I know that," she said. "At least the sexual equipment is different. 
And deeper than that, baby, I think the feeling a man has toward sex and a 
woman has toward sex is considerably different. For example, your father is 
quite frivolous about sex." 

"You mean, dad-likes to play the field," he said. 

"That's it," she said, "he-likes to play the field even after he's married. 
He wants to keep me here without anyone. Then he can go around and have his 
fun. It isn't right, son." 

"No, it isn't," he agreed. 

"But I don't know what to do about it darling," she said. 

"Divorce him and marry me," Frank chuckled. 

"Not a bad idea, darling," she said softly. "But people wouldn't approve of 
that. Can you imagine us applying for a license?" 

"They would shoot us," he laughed. 

"Somebody would probably want to," she admitted. 

For a long moment they were thinking. 

"If we could get away from dad," he said, "like you getting a divorce, then 
we could make out. I'll be able to get work when I get out of high school. 
When I get a job I can find me a dame. But until then I'm going to need 
someone to screw with." 

She looked at him and her eyes grew misty. 

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

"What do you mean ? " he demanded. 

"Well, that's the way his mind works," she explained. "You see your father 
was always thinking of shortcuts. He was thinking of the easy way out, and 
that's exactly what you're doing, darling. You're thinking of the easy way. 
You want to have the fun of it but you don't want to pay the price. You see, 
I would give myself to you and then what would happen to me? I'm growing 
older, darling and you are growing up. If I gave you my best years, who 
would I have then?" 

"Oh, you'll always be beautiful, mom," he said. "Someone will always want to 
ball you." 

"That's true, darling," she said. "But who, darling, some good-for-nothing 
old drunk who couldn't support me? Is that the type of man, mom wants to 
ball her. Baby, if I'm going to get a divorce from your father, I should get 
one right away." 

"And what about me and my fucks?" he demanded angrily, his face reddening. 
"Just when I have some fun with you, you want to throw it into me." 

She could see he was throwing a temper tantrum over screwing her. She 
realized she was in a remarkably bad position. 

"Sweetheart," she said softly, "I wish you wouldn't act this way." 

"What do you mean," he said angrily. "Look, how you are acting toward me." 

"I'm only trying to show you love, darling," she insisted. 

"Yeah," he said angrily, "a lot of love you could show." 

She was becoming more and more upset every moment. 

"You know, baby," he said angrily, "when I think about it, I would almost 
like to tell dad." 

"Don't," she said, "don't ever tell him." 

Now as she listened to him talking, she suddenly realized many things. 

"Oh, darling," she said, "I've done you a great disservice and you don't 
know it. Sometimes it's better not to know an awful lot of things. I'm so 
sorry, honey, that I ever told you." 

"What?" he asked. 

"That I didn't think it was in the cards for us to have sex, honey. I can 
see that you were thinking just of yourself. You aren't thinking of your 
mother." 

"Who were you thinking of when you blew me last night?" he asked. 

"You, darling," she insisted. "No matter what you think, I was thinking 
first of you." 

He listened and something about her manner told him this was true. 

"Sweetheart," she explained quietly, "let me explain something to you. I 
think the world of you. I always want the best for you. But, I must be 
realistic. For one thing, it isn't right for you to have sex made so easily 
available. If you grow up thinking you can get your cock sucked or your ass 
eaten or a good cunt fuck any time you want it, you will discover out in the 
world it doesn't come that easy. You have to learn to deal with these girl's 
temperaments. Some of them are difficult. Some of them are easy. But that 
growing up and adjusting is part of the life pattern you must follow." 

"Listen, baby," he said angrily, "I want to tell you something. You've got 
all the wrong ideas. All the wrong ideas." 

Now she was crying. 

"You are going to be late for school," she told him. 

"School?" he said nervously. "Who cares about school now?" 

"I do," she said, "you need an education to make a living. Unless you can 
make a living, you can't find a woman who will want you. It's that simple." 

"Is it?" he asked. 

"Yes," she said quickly, "it's that simple." 

It was becoming increasingly difficult to communicate with him. He had his 
own ideas about sex. Now as he looked at his mother, still wearing the 
negligee she had on the night before, hot urges compelled him to ask her. 

"How about one more fuck, mom?" 

"No," she said shaking her head and shrugging her shoulders, "we mustn't do 
it anymore." 

"Please," he said, "please, mom." He begged. "Please." 

"No," she continued insisting. "It would be all wrong." 

She couldn't seem to get the point across to him. He was bound and 
determined not to pay any attention to what she had to say. 

"Listen to me," she said quickly, "please listen to me. If you will just 
stop a minute and think about it, you will realize that we are all wrong for 
each other. It isn't wrong that we want to show each other affection. That, 
darling, is good. But definitely it is the wrong thing for us to want to 
ball each other." 

"I disagree with you," he said, "I couldn't disagree with you more. Some of 
those chicks at school are hard as nails. They charge money." 

"They charge money?" she asked. "Yes," he replied, "and they charge plenty 
of money." 

As they talked together they became more and more aware of the strange 
circumstances surrounding them. 

"You see," she said, "nothing is easy. The little hookers at high school 
have a hard time of it. Maybe, they need the money for food. Maybe they 
really need it." 

"Look, mom," he said, "you must have been born yesterday. Those damn little 
hookers at high school need the money for dope." 

"For what, son?" she said in disbelief. 

"Yes, mom," he said quickly, "they all take dope. And don't you think for 
one minute they worry about right or wrong. They have only one thing in 
mind; their own desires." Then he looked at her. "Sweetheart," he said, "I 
want to tell you something. I feel guilty as hell for doing what I'm doing. 
I know, baby, that I'm making you all uptight but I need your fuck so bad I 
can hardly stand it. I went back to bed and I couldn't sleep all night. All 
I could think about was your tongue sliding around my hot ass." 

"Did I stimulate you that much?" she said, guilt surging through her now as 
she thought perhaps she had brought her son to a stage of sexual neurosis. 

"That's all I could think of mom," he admitted. "I tossed and I turned, I 
was tormented." 

"You poor darling," she said, "I feel guilty as hell." 

"Well, you should," he told her. "You really should." 

Now he was paying attention to her. 

"Mom," he said, "tell me, tell me, please tell me, will you screw me?" m 

"Oh, sweetheart," she said, "I really feel guilty. But if it means that much 
to you, baby, I'll do anything you want me to." 

Now he was deciding to put the pitch all the way on her. He bent over and 
kissed her cheek but that wasn't enough. Soon his lips were crushing against 
hers. Then their mouths merged. Then opening her mouth, she received his hot 
tongue. They were panting excitedly together. 

"Oh, mom," he panted excitedly, "you're beautiful." 

She looked at him quickly, "Son," she said, "maybe if we do it quickly, you 
can make it to your second class." 

"I want you to suck my ass, too," he insisted. "I might not make it to my 
third class." 

"Well, I'm not going to have you miss the whole morning," she said, "so I 
guess we'll have to do it. Just sort of speed it up." 

She thought about it a long moment and then fear seized her. 

"What if your father should come home unexpectedly this morning?" she said. 
"It would be just like the bastard to come in when we least expect him." 

"I know that," he agreed nervously. "I think the best thing for us to do is 
use the guest bedroom." 

"Good thinking, son," she said, "good thinking." 

Together they went to the guest bedroom and there they really had a ball. 
Now, she was really turning on. She took off all of her clothes and looked 
at him. 

"Oh, sweetheart," she said, "it's going to be fun, just to watch you strip." 

She lay in her bed, naked. Then she looked at her son. Slowly, he teased her 
by unbuttoning his shirt at a very slow tempo. Finally he had his shirt off. 
Then he looked at her. 

"Have I got a good chest, mom?" he said, breathing deeply and expanding his 
chest as far as he could make it go. 

"Oh, yes, son," she told him, "you're so handsome." 

"Thank you, mom," he grinned shyly. 

Apparently, he was attempting to get his ego up and his ,ego was coming up 
along with his cock which was rising with every second. 

"What's that big bulge in your pants?" she smiled. 

"My pecker, mom," he grinned, "just my pecker meat." 

"Did you ever measure it?" she asked. 

"I used to all the time when I was a fifth and sixth grader," he told her. 

"Have you measured lately," she said. 

"No," he admitted, "I should." 

Now, he peeled out of his shorts and his huge cock flipped up before him. 
Grasping it proudly, he said, "Got a measure, mom?" 

She scratched her head a bit nervously as she thought about the time it 
would take to get the tape measure. But now that she had suggested it, she 
had no alternative. She slipped on her negligee and went down the hall. 
Going to a corner closet she found the tape measure. Bringing it back, she 
told him, "Now flip your dick out. Let me measure it." 

Proudly he held his dick out. She measured from the inside. He shook his 
head quickly. 

"Oh, no, mom," he said, "I want you to measure from the underside. 
Underneath my balls. That's where the cock stem begins." 

"Alright, you egotist," she said, "I see you won't be content unless I give 
you every benefit of the doubt." 

"Absolutely not, mom," he told her. "I want every advantage when you measure 
my dick." 

Now she was having a good time with it. They were playing with his prick, 
and he was enjoying it. He held it up for her so she could get the tape 
measure down there. 

"This is so much fun, honey," she said. "I just love playing with you." 

. "I'm glad you like it, mom," he said, "it's fun for me too." 

At this point, he was really excited. Now he was really having a ball. It 
wasn't going to take him much longer to get it up there. 

"Would you pull it for me?" he smiled at her. ' 

"Alright, darling," she said, "I'll be happy to." 

She pulled back and forth on the proud cock. Then she poured some oil on it. 
As the oil went over the cock, it quivered. 

"Oh, look at that," he smiled at her. "Isn't that something!" 

Now the cock was quivering. He was really excited. 

"Oh," he panted excitedly, "that's too much, baby. Oh, yes, oh, yes baby." 

The pleasure was building every second. 

"Do it, baby," he begged her, "that's it, do it." 

She was pulling back and forth at a good pitch. He was getting more 
stimulated every second. 

"Ohh," he gasped excitedly, "that's beautiful, baby, oh, yes, longer, get it 
longer." 

The longer she pumped on it the harder it got. 

"Oh, baby," he gasped, "that's wild. Oh, yes, yes. That's what I dig." 

Faster and faster she was pumping now. Every second was more pleasurable. 

"Ohh," he gasped excitedly, "that's too much. Ohh, ahh, yes, yes, that's 
what I dig." 

The delicious excitement was surging through his body at this point. She was 
enjoying every second of it. 

"Oh, sweetheart, it's getting longer. I'm going to measure it when it gets 
longer." 

The longer she pumped indeed, the harder it got. And this is what made him 
so delighted and excited. He could hardly wait for that magic moment when it 
would really be hard. Suddenly, she reached down and quit pumping. 

"I'm going to measure now," she said. 

She measured and discovered it was 7 inches long. 

"Oh, wow!" he panted. "I've really got a long one." 

"You bet you have," she assured him. "Most boys are only six, you're seven, 
honey." 

"Wow!" he growled. 

"A real fucker," she said. "Baby, maybe I should play with you. Why don't 
you get in bed and let mama fondle you?" 

He got on the bed and soon her hands were fondling him. She massaged his 
balls gently. Then she reached up to grasp his tool. 

"How are you doing, darling?" she smiled at him. "Does it feel good?" 

"Out of this world," he told her. 

He was getting more and more excited every second. Now the tool was being 
pumped quicker. 

"Do it," he told her, "that's it, do it!" 

The pleasure was building and building. Suddenly, she got in there with her 
mouth. She let her tongue slip around his ass cheeks. He loved the feel of 
it. 

"Keep that up," he begged, "that's beautiful. Ohh, yes, just like that." 

Faster and faster the hot tongue licked around the ass. Every second was 
more pleasurable. 

"Oh, I like that," he panted, "I love that." 

Now he was going out of his mind with delight and excitement. 

"Oh, baby," he panted, "suck, suck. Suck that. Ohh, ah, yes, yes. That's 
what I like. Suck it." 

The pleasure was building every second, he could hardly stand it. 

"Eat my ass, mom. Eat it." 

She was going to town now and he was enjoying it more every moment. 

"Ohh," he panted excitedly, "that's too much. Oh, yes baby, I love that." 

The pleasure was building to a passionate pitch. Soon, he would be juicing. 

"Keep it going, darling," he begged her. "That's it. Ohh, ah, yes, yes!" 

Now, he knew what was happening. He was getting there, and it couldn't be 
much longer. 

"Suck it," he begged her. "Suck it, suck it, suck, baby." 

The delicious excitement that surged through his body at this point, was 
reaching him. 

"Ohh, mom," he panted, "eat my meat. Eat my ass." 

She did both things quickly. She let her tongue slide in there and she 
pulled on his cock. His cock was getting longer every second. Suddenly, it 
was almost more than she could bear. She decided that she would suck it off. 

"I'm going to eat your meat, now," she told him excitedly, "I've got to, 
baby, you've got me so stimulated I've got to have your juice." 

Her mouth moved over his prick and soon she was sucking on the head of it. 

"That's it, mama," he told her, "suck the juice out of the cock. "Oh, ah, 
yes, yes. Suck the head of it." 

She was going out of her gourd with delight and pleasure. Faster and faster 
the mouth traveled over the juicy dick. 

"That's what I like," he panted. "Oh, yes, baby. I love that." 

Every moment was bringing more pleasure to her. She could hardly believe 
that she could do it so effectively. 

"Oh, baby," he panted, "now you're sucking my juice. Ohh, get that prick. 
Ohh, ahh, yes, yes, I love that." 

The pleasure was building every second. They both were turning on. 

"Eat my prick," he cried. "Eat it." 

Suddenly, he grabbed her head and then he guided her down over his cock. 

"Oh," he panted excitedly, "that's beautiful. Oh, mom, I'm going to shoot in 
a minute. Let me throat fuck you for a second or two." 

The hard dick drove into her. She felt it slipping down her throat, every 
moment she became more excited. 

"Eat it," he begged. "Eat it, mom." 

The passionate pitch was climaxing. It wouldn't be much longer now. 

"Oh," he panted excitedly, "that's what I like. Ohh, baby, that's beautiful. 
Oh, ah, yes, yes!" 

The beautiful pleasure that they were deriving from this oral sexual 
activity, was climaxing in a wild cock stabbing session. The hard dick was 
driving down the throat, faster and faster. 

"Oh," he gasped excitedly, "I'm almost there." 

All at once the hot dick exploded. 

"Ohhh," he gasped, "I'm shooting, mom. Get the juice out of it." 

She got the juice out of his prick. Then, the hot urge to have another fuck 
seized her. As she slid her mouth off his cock, she could see that his cock 
just wouldn't go down. 

"Darling," she said, "how would you like to fuck mother's ass-hole?" 

"Oh, would you let me do it, mom?" Frank bubbled excitedly. 

"If you want to, honey," she agreed. 

"It would drive me out of my mind," he said. "Oh, yes, that's what I want. 
Oh, let me do it." 

Sure enough, the opportunity was there and now he was going to take every 
advantage of it. 

"I've got to get the grease first, darling," she said quickly. "Then we can 
do it." 

Hastily getting a jar of vaseline, she dipped her finger in it. Then she 
slid it all around his prick. 

"Put some on the balls, and play with them too," he suggested. 

She thought it might be a creative sex idea, and she did. She rubbed his 
balls with the vaseline and then she played with them with her fingers. 

"Oh, mom," he panted excitedly, "you have no idea how good that feels. Oh, 
yes, that is wild." 

Now, he was really enjoying himself. Every second seemed more pleasurable 
than the last. "You like that honey?" she smiled. "Oh, yes," he panted, "I 
love it. That's beautiful." 

Indeed, the pleasure was enormous. 

"Oh, baby," he panted, "you're too much." 

They looked at each other and they were happy. Together they had really had 
a wild time of it. 

"Baby," he panted, "you know that don't you?" 

"Yes," she said, "I guess I am." 

Now the pleasure was building. Every second it was building. 

"It's going to be a little difficult to get my ass over this," she said, 
"but I'll straddle you, son." 

Saying that, she straddled him. As she thrust her legs around him, she 
grasped his tool. Then she slid down over his cock. 

"How does that feel, honey?" she asked. 

"Beautiful," he said, "just beautiful." 

She was riding up and down on his cock now. She was enjoying it more every 
moment. 

"Oh, I like that," he panted. "It feels fantastic. Yes, mom, yes. Do it." 

The pleasure was sensational. Every thrust downward was giving her more cock 
up her ass-hole. Her tits jiggled in front of his eyes. Reaching out he 
touched her breasts. 

"Oh, these are beautiful," he told her. "You've got such a nice pair of 
tits." 

She was happy and delighted as she saw her son going to town with his hands. 
Reaching out, he continued playing with her. 

"Oh, that feels so good, dear," she said. "You have no idea how much mom 
appreciates all your love." 

Every second "he was getting more excited. 

"Fuck it," she begged him, "play with my tits! Fuck my ass-hole." 

She was getting so stimulated she was a little bit carried away with her 
words but this didn't bother Frank a minute. Even though he was her own son, 
he loved having his mother turn on. Reaching up, he gripped her breasts. 

"What a pair of knockers you've got, mom," he said licking his lips. 

"Come on, honey, play with them." 

It was a game, a passionate pastime. She loved it. Every thrust up her 
ass-hole, she enjoyed. 

"Fuck me, darling," she begged. "Fuck me." 

The hard dick drilled in there and every thrust became more pleasurable than 
the last one. 

"Oh," he gasped excitedly, "that's too much. Ohh, ahh, yes, baby, yes." 

The pure place of what was taking place was reaching her now. As the dick 
drove up her ass-hole, she was getting more stimulated every fantastic 
second. 

"Fuck me," she begged him. "Oh, ahh, yes. 

Pinch my nipples. Play with my breasts. Use your hands, honey. The full 
hand. That's it. Squeeze them. Oh, yes, baby, squeeze and ass fuck at the 
same time. Turn on, turn on honey." 

Frank did indeed, turn on. His hard dick was drilling up there now in 
fast-paced thrusts. Every second he was getting more stimulated and excited. 

"Keep it up," he begged. "Keep it up, mom. I like the way you grab it. Ohh, 
ahh, yes, yes. That's what I want." 

The pleasure was building every second. Now he could hardly stand it. 

"Ohh," he panted excitedly. "That is something else! Ohh, ahh, yes, yes!" 

The passionate pleasure had built to fever pitch. Every second of it was 
reaching him. 

"Oh," he gasped, "that's too much, baby, too much." 

They had made it. Now he was juicing. A flash flood of sperm was juicing 
into her. m 

"You made it, honey," she gasped, "you made it." 

Indeed he had, the hot meat juice was shooting in a steady stream. 

"Oh, baby," he panted, "that is fantastic. Twist your tail. Milk it. Oh, ah, 
yes, that's what I want, just like that!" 

The beautiful pleasure of what they were going through now had reached him 
and he could hardly stand it. 

"Oh, fuck it, fuck it," he said. "Ohh, ahh, yes, baby, fuck baby, fuck!" 

Frankly, she thought her young son would flip out. It bothered her no end to 
see him that excited. 

"Fuck it," she cried out. "Fuck, baby, baby." 

Even though she knew she shouldn't be participating in his frenzy, she felt 
she had to. 

"Oh, baby," she panted, "you're too much, honey. Oh, ah, yes, darling, yes." 

This was it. The passionate pleasure that she wanted. 

"Oh, honey," she sighed excitedly, "you were wild." 

His hands released the breasts and his mother slid her ass off his cock. 

"Baby," he told her, "I'd love to eat your snatch, now." 

"Haven't you had enough, darling?" she smiled. 

"No," he told her, "I can never get enough of you." 

She knew that he meant it too. Now he pressed his tongue into her pussy as 
she straddled his face. He looked at her cunt close-up. He loved to look at 
the curly pubic hairs. He could see her mound was glistening. 

"Oh, mom," he panted excitedly, "you're too much. Oh, ah, yes, yes. That's 
what I want, mom. Keep it up." 

She was getting more and more excited every second. He knew that it wouldn't 
be much longer now. The hot tongue that flipped in excited her. Every second 
he thrust farther and farther into her cunt. 

"Eat me," she begged. "Eat me, son." 

Indeed, he was eager to eat his mother. He massaged her buttocks, as he 
continued pulling. 

"Oh," he begged, "that's wild, wild, baby." 

The pleasure was building. Both of them were stimulated. Now she angled her 
hips so she could force her cunt farther over his face. His hot tongue 
reached out. He was licking her vagina. 

"Lick it," she urged him on. "Lick, baby, lick. Oh, yes. Lick it just like 
that. Ohh, I love that. Lick it." 

The hot tongue was sweeping in there. Surging her on her new sexual heights. 

"Suck my cunt," she begged. "Suck cunt, suck cunt." 

The two of them were going to town. Every second becoming more exciting than 
the last. 

"Oh, baby," he panted, "what a beautiful suck that is." 

The pleasure was building and building. He knew it couldn't be much longer 
now, but he wanted to tantalize her with the tip of his tongue. And so, he 
pried her pussy lips apart. He could see the quivering, moist, pink flesh. 
He loved the smell of the inside of her. Then when he popped her clitoris 
out, he let his tongue slide along it. He licked it like a small quivering 
penis. She jumped. 

"Suck it," she begged him. "Suck me, son. Suck your mama's pussy." 

His hot tongue stabbed in there. He was licking her quivering mound and 
enjoying it more every second. 

"Oh, baby," he panted excitedly, "what a wonderful time we had. Oh, ah, yes, 
darling, yes, that's too much." 

"Oh, baby, keep it going," she panted. 

The hot tongue twirled around inside her and she knew that she would be 
juicing soon. 

He loved to lick her velvety vagina walls. And he particularly loved to let 
his tongue slide along the slit. Then he nibbled at her clitoris. And that 
did it. She reached down and grabbed his head and held him, smothering him 
over her pussy. 

"You made me cum," she gasped excitedly. "You got me there, baby. You made 
me do it." 

Sure enough, she was juicing in his face. He was licking her quivering cunt. 

"Oh, yes," she gasped excitedly, "that's what I want, baby. Lick me, eat me. 
Oh, ah, yes, yes!" 

The passionate pleasure that he was deriving from his activity was 
surprising even to him. He had his hands massaging her ass cheeks and he 
didn't stop when she pulled her cunt away. 

"Let me lick your ass-hole now," he demanded. 

Lifting up and moving over she let him do this. Lowering her ass over his 
face, he suddenly stabbed with his tongue. It surged all the way in her 
ass-hole. Now, she was in sexual orbit. 

"Oh, Frank, honey," she gasped excitedly, "let me ride your tongue. Your 
tongue is a slippery-slide, honey." 

She let her ass ride up and down on his tongue. Every second was more 
exciting than the last. He reached in to finger her snatch as he ate her ass 
out. 

"Suck ass," she begged, "suck ass, honey." 

Furiously the hot tongue went to town. It was an exciting moment for them 
both. 

"Eat it," she begged, "eat my ass-hole, honey." 

He loved licking his mother's ass-hole. He never knew that he would do this. 
Yet, the opportunity was there and he was taking full advantage of it. His 
hands gripped her buttocks tightly. 

"Suck it!" she begged, "suck, baby, suck." 

The pleasure had built to fever pitch and finally, he knew that he was 
there. 

"Oh, ah," he panted excitedly, "that's too much, baby. Too much!" 

The fast pitch tongue action had really gotten to him. It was beautiful 
pleasure. Pleasure, such as he had never had before in his life. When his 
mother started juicing, he quickly let his tongue lick along her slit once 
more. 

"Eat me," she begged, "eat me." 

The hot tongue licked once more and then he juiced. 

"Oh," he panted excitedly, "that was too much, baby, too much." 

Indeed, it was too much. Pleasure beyond belief. 

"Oh," he gasped, "what a time we've had." 

She got off him and looked at him. 

"Darling," she said, "I guess I should be ashamed of myself, but I'm not." 

"I'm not either, mom," he assured her. "I enjoyed every sweet sucking second 
of it." 

"Me too, baby," she said quivering. "I feel guilty now in a way." 

"But, you just said you weren't guilty," he reminded her. 

"Flashes of guilt keep coming through to mar my happiness," she said. "I 
just can't seem to release myself from this guilty feeling." 

"Don't feel guilty, mom," he insisted. "We just had a good time." 

He slapped her ass cheeks and she said: "Not so rough, honey." 

He was getting harder and she was afraid he would want more action. 

"Now, baby," she said, "don't tell me you want to screw my ass-hole again." 

"Another position, maybe," he smiled. 

"like a dog on the floor?" she demanded. 

"Why not?" he smiled. 

She knew that he meant business and she wasn't at all eager for it. 

"You know I can't help it," he said, "I look at your ass and I get turned 
on." 

"Well, then don't look at it," she said. "I'd better put something on 
quick." 

As she slid into her negligee, he grabbed at her. 

"Bend over," he said, "bend over and give me a fast one." 

There was no alternative. She bent over for her son. Then he gripped her ass 
and mounted her right there. His hot dick drove in there. 

"Fuck it," he told her quickly, "fuck, fuck." 

As the dick drilled in there, he was more and more excited every second. 

"That's it," he panted excitedly. "Do it, baby, do it." 

The tremendous surge of excitement was building now. As she twisted her 
tail, it hurt a little. 

"You're too rough, honey," she said. "The ass is a tender place to screw. 
Take it easy." 

He tried to take it easy but it was difficult. His passion was building to 
such a peak that it was difficult for him to slow down. 

"Fuck it," he gasped. "Fuck, mom, fuck." 

She twisted her tail for him and he was deriving more and more pleasure from 
it. 

"Oh," he gasped, "I love it. Oh, yes, do it." 

Faster and faster action was taking place now and he was enjoying it more 
every second. 

"Screw it!" he panted. "That's beautiful. Screw it!" 

The dick was driving in there and there was no doubt about it, he was really 
getting a fuck. 

"Oh, baby," he panted. "That is too much." 

The hard dick was drilling in there in fierce, sudden jabs. Suddenly, she 
felt him gripping for breasts. She knew when he pinched her nipples that he 
was going to juice. 

"I'm going to shoot in a second," he told her. "Get ready. I'm a real 
pistol, mom. I'm getting my gun off." 

That was it. The hard dick exploded. She felt the juice gushing into her 
ass-hole. 

"Ohh," she gasped excitedly, "you made it again." 

His fingers were pressing much too tight on her nipples now and she told 
him, "You're hurting me." 

"I'm enjoying it," he gasped excitedly. "We're having a ball." 

"Yes," she said, "we are but remember my ass." 

He kept shooting and finally he slid himself out. 

"That was wild," he panted, "wild." 

The pleasure had been almost more than they could stand. 

"Ohh," he gasped, as he slid his tool out of her, "what a fuck off." 

He smiled at her and she smiled at him. 

"Baby," he smiled, "you were beautiful. What a butt!" 

"Well, it's nice to be appreciated, honey," she said. "But you were a little 
rough, you really were." 

"Sorry about that," he told her. 

Indeed, he was sorry but not for long. He bent over and kissed her ass. 

"That is love," she said, "pure love." 

Then she" walked out of the bedroom and called out to him, "What class is 
that you're going to next?" 

"Sex education," he chuckled. 

 CHAPTER THREE 

As Frank walked into class late, Miss Clark looked at him with daggers. 

"Well, Frank," she said, "what were you doing that detained you from coming 
to your sex education class?" 

"Doing some sex education at home," Frank chuckled. 

A ripple of laughter went across the classroom. 

"That's not funny," Miss Clark said. "No doubt both of your parents are at 
work. I hate to think of what you might have been doing." 

"Two guesses," he chuckled. 

"I only need one, Frank," Miss Clark said. "No doubt you were masturbating. 
That's a very bad habit." 

"Is it really," he smiled at her. 

"It certainly is," she said. "I don't recommend it at all. As a 
matter-of-fact I think it is very important for young people to think about 
everything but sex. You see, there is altogether too much sexual thought. We 
are here in this class to give you some idea of how to control the passions 
that flare up in you." 

"Yes, Miss Clark," he said quietly. 

"Now, we will carry on where we left off. Today we are discussing dildos." 

"What's a dildo?" a little girl asked. 

"You see, Mary Ann, you don't pay any attention to what I say. I told you a 
dildo was used by a couple of women who are making it." 

"Making what?" a little boy in the front row demanded. 

"You're too young to be in this class," Miss Clark said. "Actually, I don't 
see how you ever got admitted. You see, people are always trying to find 
sexual satisfaction one way or another. And one of the easiest ways to find 
it, is in a substitute. The dildo is a substitute." 

Reaching down into her desk drawer, Miss Clark pulled out a dildo to 
demonstrate. 

"You see, students," she said, "the dildo is actually a replica of a penis." 

"What's a penis," a girl asked at the back of the room. 

"If you don't know now, honey," she said, "I'm certainly not going to tell 
you in this class. We're here to discuss sex with young people who know how 
to take it seriously. And I won't tolerate any of this foolishness." 

"Well, that's an awful funny looking pecker you've got up there," a boy 
commented in a slow voice. 

"This is an imitation," she said, "it's a substitute. When women decide to 
make it together, they use this. One woman straps it on, while the other 
woman receives it. It provides an opportunity for lesbians to have love." 

"What's a lesbian?" one girl demanded. 

"I told you last week," she said. "We took that lesbian test. You should 
remember that. This week it's the device test. It shows the various devices 
we could use in having sex and the dildo is one of the nicest." 

"Did you ever use one?" Mary Ann smiled. 

"I refuse to be grilled by you students," she said. "We are here to 
understand more about the nature of sex and sexual devices. Now, may I 
continue?" 

There was silence in the classroom as the teacher has made her serious 
point. Now the teacher continued talking. 

"Dildos come in various sizes," she smiled. "For example, there is a long 
dildo for women who have long vaginas. Of course, that only figures. It 
takes a longer penis to go into a longer vagina. That is how it works." 

"Is that why they say some people are mismatched?" Mary Ann asked. 

"Of course," Miss Clark continued, clearing her throat. "There are dildos 
that'have bladders. Bladders can be filled with various liquid substances. 
Then, when the bladder is full and the dildo is strapped on, a button could 
be pressed and the juice could spurt out. Wouldn't that be wonderful?" 

"I don't know," Mary Ann said, with a dumb look on her face. 

"I didn't mean for you," Miss Clark said, "I was referring to two women who 
want to make it like men. It gives them this opportunity. And the only 
reason we are discussing this is so all of you will have a better idea of 
what sex is all about." 

She finished talking about that and then she continued, "Our other sexual 
subject that we will go into this week is incest. How many here know what 
incest is?" 

Mary Ann raised her hand again. 

"I don't want anyone hogging the show," she said. "I want someone else to 
join in. Yes, Billy." 

Billy opened his mouth and told her what he thought. 

"Incest is something you burn, it smells nice." 

Miss Clark looked at him grimly: 

"Are you a dumb-dumb, Billy? or are you just plain dumb?" 

"Why are you talking that way to me, Miss Clark?" he demanded. "Teacher's 
aren't suppose to make fun of stupid people." 

"Sorry," she said, "I didn't mean you were stupid. But certainly, incense 
has nothing to do with incest." 

"What is it then?" Mary Ann demanded. "That was my answer." 

"Well, you're misinformed," Miss Clark continued. "Incest has to do with 
people in the same family having sex together." 

"You mean like a kid that screws his own mother?" young Frank asked shyly. 

"Why, yes," she said, "that is incest." 

Billy thought he had the answer and he waved his hand and bubbled out words 
before he had permission to. 

"That's what you call a mother-fucker isn't it?" he asked. 

"You could," Miss Clark nodded, "but you shouldn't. Those are vile words and 
we don't want them used." 

Billy shook his head, dumbfounded. 

"But, teacher," he objected, "I can't see this at all. If a kid is balling 
his own mom, that means he is a mother-fucker. He is fucking his own mother. 
That's not a dirty word." 

"Mother isn't, Billy. Fucker is. It's a strange thing that you don't use the 
word intercourse." 

"You mean mother-intercourser?" he adds. 

"Let's drop the subject, dear," she said. "Suffice to say, incest means 
having sex with someone in the same family." 

"Do you think that is sick, Teach?" Frank Bentley asked Miss Clark. 

"I certainly do," she said. "It's a terrible thing. As a matter-of-fact, 
it's illegal." 

"I know that," Frank said. "I once knew a boy who..." 

She looked at him and wondered. Could Frank be involved with a sister or 
something? Yet she didn't dare say anything. 

"I think perhaps, Frank I can talk to you after class about this." 

"I wish you would, teacher," he said. 

Just then the bell rang. Frank could hardly wait for the day to get through 
so he could go to his teacher and ask about the problem he faced. Finally, 
at three o'clock when classes were over he went forward. 

"I'm so happy that you'll let me talk to you," he told Miss Clark. 

"Well, I am too," she said. 'I think it's wonderful that you want more 
information. As a matter-of-fact, I was a little worried the way you were 
talking today. I couldn't quite put my finger on it honey, but something 
really had you uptight. Right?" 

"Right," he agreed. 

"What was it, darling?" 

"I hate to talk about it," he said nervously. 

"Go on," she insisted. 

It wasn't going to be much longer now before he was going to be out with it. 

"It's so confidential," he said quickly. "Maybe we should lock the doors." 

"Is it that confidential?" Miss Clark said, arching an eyebrow. 

"Oh, yes, it is." he told her. "I'm ashamed." 

"Alright," she said, "if you want me to, I'll lock up." 

Miss Clark went to the door and locked both doors. 

"Now, what is it, dear?" she asked. "Well, I have a relative who is fucking 
another relative," he said. 

"Is that so?" she said catching her breath. 

"Yes," he said, "it's a relative of mine. Who?" he stopped. 

"Go ahead," she insisted, "go ahead and tell me." 

"Well, this kid is a mother-fucker," he said, "if you want to know the truth 
of it. I could say a mother-eater but I'm not going to. I don't know how he 
got involved with her. But he came and told me about it and that's how I 
found out about it." 

"I see," she said, "well, be sure to tell him that it's a terrible thing he 
is doing. It's an awful thing." 

"Oh, I will," he agreed, "you bet your life I will. It's very, very bad." 

As they talked about it they became more and more nervous. 

"Go ahead," she said, "I want to know all about this." 

"Well, teacher," he said, "this relative of mine who's making it with his 
mom, got real excited one night. You know, a big hard cock and he didn't 
have any way to get his kicks. So, he decided that he would screw his own 
mother." 

"What a dirty little boy," she said. "And it wasn't very nice of the mom to 
go along either. No respect to her." 

"She isn't a bad sort," Frank hedged for his own mother. 

"And the kid isn't bad either. It's just he had hot balls and wanted to get 
his rocks off, that's all." 

"It's disgusting," she said, "perfectly disgusting, dear. If you had any 
respect for yourself, dear, you would never, never discuss it with him. You 
ought to tell him to go to a psychiatrist." 

"Why should he go to the head-shrinker ? " he asked. 

"Because," she said, "he has got to get ahold of himself. If he doesn't know 
how to control his cock size, possibly the psychiatrist could help him." 

"I don't know if he would want to go to a psychiatrist," the boy said, "you 
see, it's nothing bothering his mind, it's his pecker that's giving him 
trouble. 

"I know that," she said, "but the mind controls the penis." 

"Well, I thought the balls did," Frank said. 

"Dear," she said, "you're so terribly misinformed. I'm not going to carry on 
this conversation much longer. It seems I am getting nowhere fast." 

"Sorry about that," he said, "I didn't mean to cause any trouble." 

"Well, you're not causing me any trouble exactly," she explained, "but 
you're confusing me. Maybe we should drop this sexual discussion." 

"Teacher," he asked her, "did you ever hear of the automatic cock sucker?" 

"Oh, of course, I have," she said, "but it isn't something I like to discuss 
with the children. Certainly I have read about it. It's considered quite a 
marvelous invention, but it's for adults." 

"How does it work, teach?" he asked. 

"I don't think this topic really falls under the category of our sexual 
education course. I'm sorry but it is quite a personal, confidential 
matter." 

"Tell me about that cock-sucking machine," the young boy said to the 
teacher. "And I want to know where you can order one. How about that?" He 
had a sly smile on his face. 

"Listen, I know what you want it for," she said. "You want to plug it in and 
put it on your own penis so that it will suck you off. Now, forget it." 

"Oh, no," Frank shook his head, "I wanted to give it to that relative of 
mine who's having sex with his mom. If I could stop a mother-fucker from 
fucking, wouldn't that be good?" 

"Oh, it certainly would," she said quickly, "let me tell you it would. What 
do you propose?" 

"I propose that we buy this relative this cock-sucking machine. He can plug 
it in the wall, slip it over his prick, and that will take care of it. Just 
like that." 

"It isn't quite that simple," she said tersely. "I hate to disillusion you, 
I don't think that boy who is so confused would use this substitute 
measure." 

"What does substitute mean?" he said. 

"Don't you learn anything in English?" she said. "Substitute is a very 
common word." 

"Don't try to put me down," he said. "I'm not a dumb-dumb no matter what you 
think." 

His eyes were flaring with anger as he looked at the teacher. 

She threw her head back and laughed trying to calm him down. 

"Oh, no, honey, I'd never suggest that you were a dumb-dumb. You're a very 
bright boy. As a matter-of-fact, too bright for your own good. That is why 
this relative of yours has confided so much truth to you. And, I think it is 
very nice of you to want to help him out of his trouble. But I think he will 
have to find his own way out. I doubt if once he has experienced sex with 
his own mom, that the cock-sucking machine would do much good." 

"Wouldn't hurt to try, would it?" he continued in his questioning. 

"No, darling," she admitted, "it probably wouldn't. Alright, I'll tell you 
what I'll do. I'll give you the name and address of the outfit where you can 
order one. They are quite expensive. I don't normally do this, but in an 
unusual case where I think it would help a very unpleasant situation shall 
we say?" she nodded, "I do. Alright?" 

They nodded, and then they both were at ease. She scribbled down the name 
and address of the company from a brochure she had in her desk. 

"You didn't put the price," he told her. 

"Oh, that's right," she said. "Sucking Suzy is what they call it. It costs 
$35." 

"That's a lot of money for a blow-job, teacher," he said. 

"That's true," she laughed, "but you see this Suzy sucking machine can be 
used over and over. I hear the normal going rate for a good blow-job starts 
at $10 and ends at $20. A deluxe job is $25." 

"What makes it a deluxe job?" he asked. 

"Look, honey," she said, "that's for the next grade. I'm not supposed to 
give you all the information." 

"Tell me," he said, "I'm real well hung." 

"That's what you say," Miss Clark laughed. 

He didn't let her have any lingering doubts. He unzipped his fly and pulled 
out his cock. It was getting harder as he stroked it. 

"Put your prick back in your pants," she said indignantly, "how dare you do 
a thing like that?" 

"You were casting aspersions on my manhood," he informed her. "I'm very well 
hung and I wanted you to know it." 

"Well, that's nice," she said. "It's nice to know the kids are developing 
faster these days. That's all we need is more babies in the world. With a 
prick like that son, you'd better order that Suzy automatic sucking machine. 
It would do us a lot of good if you would use it for a few years and not 
impregnate any more girls at the school." 

"You don't have to worry about me," he said quickly, as he went on stroking 
his prick. "I'm doing it with an older woman." 

"Someone about my age?" she asked. 

"You'd do fine," he said at her sexily. 

"Frankie, baby," she said, "if you don't put that cock back in your pants 
and I mean quickly, I'll get the principal in here." 

"I don't want the principal to do me," he said. "I want you to do it. What 
kind of character do you think I am?" 

"I have some pretty good ideas," she said. "I don't care to go into details. 
Now, put that meat back." 

"I'd like to go into the tail," he said, "your ass-hole." 

She glared at him angrily. 

"I could make you write a thousand times 'I should never use dirty words' 
and you would regret what you have just said." 

"Would I?" he smiled, reaching in and fingering his nuts. 

"Why you're terrible," she said, "you're a young teen-age sex fiend." 

"Maybe, they'll make a movie of my life," he laughed. "Sounds like a good 
title-'I was a Teen-age Sex Fiend!' " 

"Yes," she said, and they better not subtitle it 'And I Screwed My Teacher' 
because, baby, you're not getting me, no way." 

"Do you wear a chastity belt?" he smiled smugly, as he went on pulling his 
meat. 

"Yes, I do," she said, "and it's locked. And don't think I'm going to give 
you the combination or the key." 

"Do you need both to get to it?" he smiled, as he went on pumping his cock. 

"Yes," she said, "when one is very valuable, one must make it as difficult 
to obtain. You know what I mean." 

There was no doubt in her mind about anything now. 

"You know," she said, "I really despise you, Frank. I see that that prick is 
ready to juice." 

"Why do you despise me, teacher," he asked. 

"Because," she said, "we just had the floors waxed yesterday." 

"Sorry about that," Frank said, as the juice spurted out his penis and all 
over the newly-waxed floor. 

"That's nice," she said, "getting the floor dirty. Well, I'm sick and tired 
of this sex class. Too many of the people here are doing just what you're 
doing. Only they don't have the courtesy to clean it up. Here's a tissue, 
Frank, clean up your mess. I'll be darned if I will." 

"You should have said damn," he laughed, as he bent over. 

"Why should I use loose language?" she demanded. 

"Because it fits," he said. 

"Enough of this," she said, "you wipe that mess up and be fast about it. I 
don't want the janitor to come in here and see your cum all over the floor." 

"I do shoot a lot, don't I," he smiled. 

"That you do," she said tightly, "and I think you are beyond my help." 

"That's good," he said. 

She was looking at him now and laughing. 

"You know," she said, "you really are something else. I have never had a 
student that was so distressing to me. And, if you want to bring that boy in 
who is making it with his own mother, I think I could give him a piece of my 
mind." 

"I don't think he would be interested in a piece of your mind, teacher," he 
said smugly. "I think he might be interested in a piece of ass, though." 

"Frank, take this bar of soap and wash your foul mouth out with it." 

"I'm no different than all the movies they're making," he said. "They used 
foul words in 'The Last Tango in Paris'. " 

"What do you know about that movie?" she demanded. 

"Oh, I read up about it," he said, "it's about this old movie star, Brando, 
who is recapturing his youth or something, after his wife has been stabbed 
in the bathtub or something. Well, he brings this dame up to his place and 
she pulls her coat back and then he thrusts his cock in. It isn't a very 
clean movie. But, I guess it's better than killing Indians off." 

"What has killing Indians off got to do with what's going on in that 'Tango' 
picture?" 

"I don't know," he shrugged, "but I guess the guy said he didn't like Indian 
movies but he-likes fuck films." 

"He never said anything of the sort," she said. "You have a foul mind." 

"Sory about that," he said, "but that was what I thought." 

"You're wrong," she said, "that picture has a lot of beauty. It has lovely 
scenes of Paris, beautiful shots of flowers and a young girl who dances." 

"Does she dance in the nude?" he said. 

"Of course not," she said, "there is one little scene where Brando is 
dancing the tango where he pulls his pants down and shows his ass off." 

"I don't care to see that picture if they can't let the girl dance in the 
nude, why should I go watch him pull his pants off." 

"Well, they do have one scene you'd like," she said. "No doubt you'd like 
the scene where he washes the girl off naked in the tub." 

"Well, I should hope that she has her clothes off if she is taking a bath," 
he laughed. 

"She does," she said, "and they say it's a marvelous scene. He puts a lot of 
feeling into his fingers." 

"He's quite an actor," he said. "He really is. I saw him once in a picture. 
Ah, 'Mutiny on something' I think." 

"Oh, I know that one you're talking about," she said, "yes, he was playing 
Captain Bligh." 

"That's the one," he said. "That was a great picture." 

Now, she noticed the floor was clean. Yet, he still had his cock out of his 
pants. 

"You're still indecent," she said. "Would you do something about it?" 

"I don't have a hard on," he said. 

"You don't have to have a hard on to be indecent," she said. "The mere fact 
that you're displaying that before my eyes is enough to be indecent. A young 
student never shows his teacher his privates." 

"Why not?" he asked curiously. "If you're the sex teacher, shouldn't you 
know about all these things?" 

"I know everything I need to know to teach the class on sex," Miss Clark 
said rather grimly. "But that doesn't mean that I have to be exposed to the 
vile sight of your genitals, does if?" 

"I don't think that is very flattering," Frank said. "I think you are making 
fun of me. Making fun of my peter. And my balls for that matter. I don't 
know how far it goes." 

"Ridiculous," she said quickly, "you're talking just ridiculous and I won't 
tolerate any more." 

"I won't either," he said. "You haven't got a nice attitude." 

"I'm not being paid for my attitudes," Miss Clark said. "I'm being paid to 
teach, and I'm sorry that you don't appreciate what I am trying to do for 
you. You are really a very difficult person. You are impossible, in one 
word." 

"Am I?" he demanded. 

"Yes, you are," she said indignantly, "and I am furious." 

"Don't get too uptight," he chuckled. 

"I will if I want to," she said. "Put your penis back in your pants. Put 
your penis back in your pants." 

"I hear you," he said, sticking his dick back in his pants. He zipped up and 
looked at her. 

"Did I turn you on, teacher?" he smiled. 

"I should say you didn't," she said. "I have a perfectly beautiful 
relationship," she said. "I find all the sex fulfillment I need." 

"But you're not married, Miss Clark," he said. 

"No, I'm not," she said, "but I have all the companionship with my lover 
that I need." 

"Your lover?" he said, "who is that?" 

"Who my lover is, is none of your business. Let me tell you something, 
Frankie, I am taken care of very adequately. And, I am not interested in 
getting together with young boys in my classroom. As a matter-of-fact, from 
what I've heard about the way you fellows are cleaning yourselves it would 
be frightening, horrifying experience." 

"Would it really?" he smiled slyly. 

"You bet it would," she said quickly. 

Frank left her and walked out into the hall. Just as he did so a cute little 
blonde named Terrie saw him. She called out to him, "Hi Frank," she smiled, 
"how are you today?" 

"Just fine, Terri," he told her. 

Terri and he walked along for a moment or two and then she said, "Could I 
tell you something real confidential?" 

"Why, sure, if you want to, Terri," he said. 

"You sure you wouldn't tell anybody?" she said glancing about her shoulder. 

"Of course not," he said, "you can trust me." 

"Can I?" she said quickly. 

"Of course you can," he smiled. 

"Well," she said, "I'm going to be a mother." 

"But you're only 15 years-old," he said. 

"Yes," she said, "I'm going to be a young mother. 

"Too young," he said, "You aren't old enough. You ought to wait." 

"Mama Nature won't wait," she said. "That's what, comes of going to these 
orgies." 

"You go to orgies?" he asked Terri. 

"Yes," she said, "and I've never felt happier or as free before." 

She had a broad smile and she didn't seem one bit saddened by her situation. 
Then he looked at Terri. 

"Why are you talking to me about all this?" he said. 

"Because," she said, "our child has to have a god father." 

"Me, a god father?" he smiled at her. 

"Why, yes, Frank," she said. "Why not?" 

He looked at her and said glumly "Well, you have me picked as the god 
father, but who you got for the father?" 

"I don't have any idea," she said. "It could be four or five guys." 

"Oh, Terri, that's terrible," he said. "Is it?" she said anxiously. "Is it 
really?" He tried to understand how she looked at life. Apparently she had 
quite a different view than he did. 

"I think we are all children of this world," she said excitedly, "and I 
think we all belong here. It's a paradise we have been born into and, I have 
no regrets about anything. Particularly sex. Baby, you don't know what I can 
do." 

"I guess I won't now either," he said. "Now that you joined the ranks of the 
pregnant." 

"I can still use my mouth, baby," she said, "and we might even try an anal 
trip." 

"No, Terri," he told her, "you ought to be thinking of the baby now, not 
sex. And perhaps you could pick one fellow that you could say was the 
father." . 

"It's a funny thing," she said sadly, "they all wanted to screw me, but now 
nobody wants to say he might be the father. Isn't that strange?" 

"Is it?" he asked. "Think a minute. The reason they aren't anxious to admit 
being the father is that they may not be. Doing it with as many men as you 
have, they just don't know for sure." 

"I guess that's the truth," she agreed. 

"You know," he said, "I really feel awful that you are involved like this. 
You are a nice girl. You have every right to be happy and I want to see you 
happy. But if your child is never to know his father, I don't see how you 
can be happy." 

"Well," she said, "I may be a goof but I think the important thing is just 
being alive. Worrying about who your father is or who your mother is, that's 
not important. But I don't want them to discriminate against my child and 
call him a 'bastard'. " 

"Well, what is he?" he asked. 

"He's my child," she said. "That doesn't have to make him a bastard does 
it?" 

"Oh, no," he admitted, "it doesn't, but people are funny." 

Terri looked at him and tears formed in her eyes. 

"I'll bet you think I'm immature, don't you?" 

"Now, what would ever make you think that?" he chuckled. 

"Well, you're not acting like a god father," she said nervously. "A god 
father should be real happy. Instead of being happy, you're acting as though 
I've done something terrible. Do you think I've done the wrong thing?" 

"Well," he said, "there are a lot of people I know that do things wrong. For 
example, I have a relative, who has sex with his own mom." 

"A mother-fucker," she said. "You know a mother-fucker?" 

"Yes, I do," he said. "What's so strange about that?" 

"Well, I've heard people called that name," she said, "but I never met a 
real live mother-fucker in my life. He must be very strange." 

"What about yourself?" he asked curiously. "Don't you feel that you are a 
little bit strange? Maybe now and then you might think you've done the wrong 
thing and you are making a hell out of life for a child that isn't even 
born. Did you ever think of that?" 

"I withdraw calling you the god father of my child," Terri said. "I think 
you have said things that make it impossible for you to serve in that fine 
position. I'll go find another god father." 

He looked at her and told her frankly, "Maybe it isn't the god father that 
you are looking for. Maybe, it is something else. Maybe you want someone to 
say 'right is wrong and wrong is right'. Well, I am never going to say that 
it is right that you have a kid and you don't know who the father is or at 
least make an attempt to give the kid a father. What about yourself? 
Wouldn't you feel awful if you didn't have a father?" 

"Well," she said, "with the father I've got, I think I would feel better 
without one." 

She got so angry she turned her head and walked away from him and he was 
left alone. He felt nervous and tired now. He wished that he had never got 
involved with telling the teacher about sex. He suspected that she suspected 
him and this bothered him no end. Yet, there was nothing he could do or say 
that would take back the words that he had spoken. This was what bothered 
him no end. The more he thought about it, the more guilty he became. 

"Honey," a voice behind him said, "would you tell me who that relative is of 
yours who's having sex with his own mother?" 

He looked back and there was Miss Clark gazing at him. 

"No," he said, "I couldn't." He shook his head quickly and said, "I made it 
up. I just wanted to see what you would say." 

Miss Clark shook her head in disbelief. 

"I don't believe you, Frank," she said in a quiet voice. "It's nice of you 
to cover up for your relative, but I just don't believe you. You see, if we 
could help him and his mother, then there wouldn't be any problem. We could 
stop it before it got to one of those desperate moments." 

Curiously he asked her, "What do you mean 

'desperate moments'? " 

"Always in a strange affair like that, a time comes when everybody gets 
uptight and desperate and then the situation is so far out of hand there 
isn't help for anybody." 

"You mean like a murder?" he asked. 

"Yes," she grinned, "I mean like a murder. Just like one of those murder 
mysteries from Alfred Hitchcock." 

"Well," he said, "if it was interesting enough, they could make a movie out 
of it." 

"Yes," she said, "they could. But wouldn't it be a lot better to stop 
something terrible from happening and write a fiction story about the 
movie?" 

"Well, it wouldn't be a true story then," he said...." 

"I think you might be the one," she said, "who is making out with his mom. 
Even though you won't tell me, let me tell you something. If you continue in 
the path you're pursuing, you're going to bring trouble. Trouble for 
everyone. Yourself, your mom. Maybe I've been all wrong. If I have, will you 
please forgive me, Frank?" 

"There is nothing to forgive," he said. "You haven't said anything that 
would offend me. I was telling you the truth, but you were so blind you 
couldn't see it." 

"Maybe," she said, "maybe yes, maybe no." 

Then Miss Clark walked off. But Frank was so shook up, he could hardly walk 
out of the schoolhouse that day. 

 CHAPTER FOUR 

When he come home that afternoon his mother was stretched out on the bed 
naked. She was looking at the ceiling as if she were in a trance. 

"Good afternoon, mom," Frank said. "Afternoon, honey," she smiled. "Mom," he 
said nervously, "I've done something terrible." 

"You have?" she asked. "Yes," he said, "I told somebody." She sat bolt 
upright and looked at him sternly. 

"You told somebody, what?" she demanded. "I told somebody about us." She 
leaped off the bed and paced back and forth. 

"Oh, Frank, honey." Louise ranted, "you shouldn't have done that. You don't 
know what trouble you're going to get us in." 

He looked at her and laughed. 

"What are you laughing for?" she said. "Have you gone crackers?" 

"No, mom," he chuckled, "I haven't gone crackers, don't worry. I never told 
the names. I said it was somebody I knew I never said it was you and me." 

Louise heaved a sigh of relief. Then she went over to the bed and laid down. 

"Oh, darling," she sighed, "I'm so glad that you never told any more than 
that. You don't know how you had me worried there for a minute. I was almost 
out of my mind." 

"Okay," he said quickly, "don't worry anymore. I just had to find out in the 
sex class, what the teacher would have to say about a boy that fucks his own 
mom. She called it incest." 

"That's what it is," she said rather grimly. 

"Incest, it's a terrible thing." 

"I know it is," he said, "and I'm ashamed of it." 

Then she told him, "I know that I've done something awful, son. And I was 
thinking about it as I was lying here in the nude. Two thoughts were going 
through my mind. One, that I would like to have more sex with you. The other 
thought was that we had to stop and not do anything anymore." 

"That's the best thing to do about it," he said quickly. 

"Is it?" she asked. 

"I don't know, mom," he said, "I don't know what to think anymore." 

"Let me love you once more," she suggested. 

"Alright, darling," he agreed. 

He walked over to her at the bedside and she grabbed him. 

"What are you trying to do, mom?" Frank asked. 

Louise was ravishing his body now. She was unzipping his fly and pulling his 
pants off. 

"Oh, mom," he chuckled, "are you that hot for it?" 

"Yes, son," she said, "I've been waiting here naked all day. Waiting here 
for that moment when you would walk in that door. That's when I wanted to 
take care of you. Fortunately, your father called up. He is not going to be 
home for a few more days. That will give us a chance for more sex." 

"But we just can't go on like this," he explained. "We can't mom." 

"Son," she begged, "let me show you a few ways of love." 

She surprised Kim and she moved a pillow aside and produced a dildo. 

"What are you doing with one of those things?" he asked. "You have some 
woman over?" 

"No, darling, your father always liked me to use it up his ass-hole." 

"You fucked dad's ass-hole?" he asked curiously. 

"Yes, many times," she explained. "Dad was a great one for the anal trip. 
Sweetheart, let me do it." 

"No," he said covering his ass with his hands. 

"Yes, son," she said, "I can give you a fuck you will never forget. 
Something you will really love. What I would do is give you a cock-suck and 
a ass-fuck at the same time." 

"You're going wild on sex." 

"No, I'm not, darling," she insisted, "you will really enjoy this." 

"Will I?" he asked. 

"Yes, darling, if you will just take off all your clothes, get into bed and 
relax." 

It was a rather difficult decision for Frank to have to make, having had 
such a wild time with his mom just a few hours before, he wasn't real eager 
to get going again. 

"I don't know," he said. 

However, as he watched her getting to her feet and saw her ass wiggle as she 
walked over to put the dildo on in front of the mirror, he got hot balls. 

"Oh, alright," he said, "I guess you can try it if you want to." 

"Good, darling," she said eagerly, "let's have a good time of it." 

When he looked at her putting the vaseline on the dildo, he wondered if he 
would ever be able to accommodate it. 

"That's a mighty big thing you've got there," he laughed. 

"Yes, sweetheart," she said, "but it will be a smooth fit. All I have to do 
is get enough of this on. Then it will slide in smoothly." 

"I hope so," he told her. 

At this point he was getting hotter and hotter for it. Then she explained 
how it was done. 

"Darling," she said, "the thing you were supposed to do is this. You were to 
lie on your back, and throw your legs up. Then put your legs over my 
shoulders and let me ease this into your ass-hole." 

"Can you do it that way," he demanded. "You bet I can," she said, "I'm good 
at it." 

"Alright," he agreed. 

He did as he was told, his legs over her shoulders. She clasped his ass 
cheeks in her hands. Then, she slowly guided the slickened dildo into his 
ass-hole. As he first felt it entering, it hurt. And he told her so, too. 

"That doesn't feel too hot, mom," he objected. 

"Hang in there, honey," she said, "just a little longer." 

Now he was feeling it sliding in there. 

"How does it feel, honey?" she smiled. 

"Not bad, mom," he told her. 

Slowly the dildo drove in there. And finally it was all the way in. 

"Oh, does that ever feel good," he panted excitedly. "Yes, I like that." 

Now, he was really enjoying himself and so was she. 

"Thrust back," she told him, "that's the way to do it. Yes, honey, just like 
that. 

The cock rode in and it was very exciting to him. 

"Keep it up, baby," he panted. "Keep fucking me." 

Now the pleasure was building every second. "Oh, baby," he panted excitedly, 
"that is too much. Do it, baby, do it." 

As the dildo drove in there it became increasingly pleasurable. 

"Keep it up," he panted, "that's it. Keep doing it." 

Faster and faster the hard dick drove in there. And the pleasure was 
increasing every minute. Suddenly he noticed that she was trying to angle 
her mouth so that she could let her tongue get to lick his prick. 

"Oh, yes," he panted, "I see what you're trying to do. Sure mom, sure, I 
like to have my cock sucked while my ass is fucked,, " 

It was becoming easier every second. 

"That's it," he told her, "Ohh, yes. That's what I like. Ohh, ahh, yes, yes, 
keep that going." 

At this point it was coming closer and closer to her mouth. Suddenly, he 
felt the warm tip of her tongue. The tongue was just starting to lash the 
velvety crown of the cock; 

"Oh, yes," he panted excitedly, "that is wild. Oh, ah, yes, yes!" 

Now, he was really enjoying himself. 

"Oh, mom, fuck and suck. Fuck my ass-hole, suck my prick." 

She finally got her mouth just over the head of it and she sucked smoothly. 

"Oh," he panted excitedly, "does that ever feel good. Oh, ah, yes, yes. I 
love it." 

The pleasure was building every second. 

"Oh, baby," he panted excitedly, "that is beautiful. Oh, yes, mama, suck me, 
suck my prick." 

His mother was thrusting it in with fierce force. She knew she had to do a 
lot of things to keep her son attracted to her. And she would stop at 
nothing to do it. 

"Wow," he panted, "I love it. Suck me. Suck my cock, mom. Suck me." 

The sucking was increasing his pleasure. Every moment was becoming more 
delightful. 

"Oh, do it," he panted, "do it, mom. Ohh, ahh, yes, yes, do it!" 

The super excitement was building every second. 

"Ohh," he gasped, "that's what I want. Oh, yes, yes!" 

He loved watching his mom sucking his prick. And he loved the feel of the 
sliding dildo in his ass-hole. He was surprised how great it could feel. His 
balls were swelling and expanding as she jabbed. 

"Fuck it," he told her, "Fuck, fuck me. Oh, yes." 

Suddenly, his dick exploded. He gave his mother a mouthful. 

"Eat me," he told her quickly, "Eat me. Oh, yes, mom, eat me." 

He was really excited now. She was sucking all the juice out of his cock. 

"Get it, mom," he told her, "get it." 

Her sucking didn't stop' her intensity with the dildo. She kept thrusting it 
in and out until he had finished shooting his wad. Then slowly she took her 
mouth off him and looked into his eyes as her lust-filled face shocked him. 

"Mom, are you alright?" 

"Yes, Frank, baby," she told him. "I've never been better. This has been 
beautiful." 

"Sweetheart," he said, "you better pull that out. You better take it cool." 

"Take it cool?" she said, "honey, I want you to do some fucking for me. I've 
got some ideas." 

"Yes, mom," he said nervously twitching, "but first pull that dildo out of 
my ass-hole. Okay?" 

She slowly eased the dildo out of his behind. Then she walked over to the 
mirror and looked at herself. 

"I look alive, don't I, darling?" she questioned him. 

"Yes, mom," he said, "yes, you do, you look very much alive. Very beautiful. 
Your face is all flushed because your blood is running so fast, you're 
excited." 

"I am excited," she said, "terribly excited." 

Then she unstrapped the dildo. Slowly she went to the bathroom, and washed 
it off. Re-, turning to the bedroom she surprised him by handing it to him. 

"What are you giving me this for?" he smiled at her. 

"I'll tell you why," she said, "just strap it on." 

"But what in hell would I be doing with a dildo?" he demanded. 

"I'll tell you," she said quickly, "you'll be fucking me. I want it both 
ways. One up my ass and the other up my cunt. How about that?" 

"Oh, that would be beautiful," he said, "it would be like having two 
pricks." 

"Precisely," she said, "it is a wild way to make it. Your father used to do 
that with me. You see your father is quite a sophisticated man." 

"Apparently, he is," he agreed. 

Now, he was willing to go ahead with it. He slipped the dildo on and his 
mother became more and more excited every second. 

"Just look at yourself in the mirror, honey," she said. "You're quite a sexy 
sight to see. You really are, darling." 

No doubt about it, his mother was turned on by him. If no one else was, he 
thought to himself, at least mom is. 

"What a body, I love it." 

"Baby," she smiled at him with a faint quiver in her tone, "You really want 
to ball me don't you?" 

"You bet I do," he said eagerly. "I want to do everything to you." 

She looked at him and smiled. 

"Honey," she said, "the only way I could ever justify doing all that you 
want to do with me is to call it sex education." 

"That's it, mom," he smiled, "I'll call it sex education." 

"One of the things most men love to do, darling, is ass fuck." 

"Ass fuck, mom?" he said, "beautiful, let's do it." 

"My ass is ready," she smiled, "if your pecker is, darling." 

"You bet your sweet ass it is," he told her. 

His mother looked at him curiously. 

"Sweetheart," she said, "this isn't exactly the most graceful position to 
get in. You see it's important that the ass is arched up, so the man can get 
in there. But, honey, it feels great. The important thing is for you to use 
baby oil on your pecker. Let mother rub it in for you." 

Louise dismissed herself while she got the bottle of baby oil. Returning 
with it, with a glib smile on her face, she poured some into her hands. Then 
she rubbed it around his cock. 

"How are we doing, darling?" she smiled. 

"Oh, just fine, mom," he said, "it feels real good when you run your hands 
over my prick." 

"Glad it does, honey," she smiled. 

Now she was running her hands up and down over his cock. Then she played 
with the balls. 

"Oh, that feels so good, mom," he told her. "Oh, yes. I just love that." 

"I thought you would, honey," she said. "Let me run some on the balls too, 
honey." 

She didn't waste any time now. She used her fingers to manipulate his 
testicles. And as she massaged his balls, he became more and more turned on. 

"Oh, that feels groovy, mom," he panted excitedly. "Now do it just right." 

Soon, she was playing with his balls and his cock and he thought he would 
shoot if she kept it up. 

"You'd better stop it, mom," he told her, "you're getting me too excited." 

"Alright, darling," she told him. "I'll just have to get my body in that 
awkward position." 

Getting up on the bed, she explained, "you can obtain deeper penetration, 
darling, if you do it just so. You see, the idea is to get your dick in 
there just as far as you can ride it, sweetheart. You'll love it." 

"I'm sure I will, mom," he smiled. 

When his mother's legs were spread, and her buttocks were upraised in just 
the proper position, he got up there. 

"Should I use a little of this oil in your ass, honey?" he smiled. 

"I wish you would, dear," she said. 

He used some of the baby oil on his finger and then he slid a quick finger 
up his mother's ass-hole. 

"Oh, that's too fast," she complained, "not so fast, honey." 

"Sorry about that, mom," he said. 

Now he was ready. He grasped her ass cheeks and slowly eased his tool into 
her. 

"Oh, that feels good to me," he told her. "Oh, yes that's bitching!" 

"Don't use words like that, darling," she said. "You know your mother 
doesn't want you to use bad words." 

"No, of course not," he chuckled. 

Now he was enjoying himself completely and so was she. Except, he had come 
to a point where it was difficult to make it go in farther. 

"Honey," she said, "just thrust it in there. Don't be afraid. Go ahead. It's 
a lot of pressure being brought to bear at that point, but you can do it." 

With a sudden hard shove he rammed it in her. 

"Ohhhh," she gasped excitedly, "that's too much!" 

Now he was drilling her. She loved it. "Fuck it, baby," he told her. "Fuck. 
Fuck." The pleasure was more every minute and he loved it. 

"Oh, baby," he panted, "that is wild. Oh, yes." 

Faster and faster they went to town. Every moment was becoming' more 
pleasurable than the last. Soon, he was riding it in even driving thrusts. 

"Fuck it," he gasped, "fuck it, mom. Oh, yes, twist your ass. Oh, I love 
that." 

She was surprised at how well he was doing, but a little disappointed that 
he didn't know enough instinctively to reach for her breasts. 

"Do I have to tell you everything, honey?" she asked. 

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

"You aren't doing a thing for my breasts. I need some excitement there too, 
honey." 

"Sorry about that," he said. 

Now she was ready to help. And, she grabbed his hands and pulled them over 
to her breasts and squeezed. 

"That's it, honey," she said, "do it just like that." 

He was getting the point quickly. So was she. 

"Oh," he panted, "twist your ass around. Oh, yes, mom now you're doing it." 

She was becoming more excited every second. 

"like this?" she said grinding her hips around. 

"Right on, mom," he panted, as he continued thrusting into her. Now he 
pulled his hands off her breasts and focused his attention on her ass 
cheeks. Massaging them, and kneading them, he rode into her. In sharp, hard, 
jabs he was getting his kicks. 

"Oh, mom," he gasped excitedly, "that's wild. Oh, yes, twist your ass. 
That's what I want. Ohh, ahh, yes, yes!" 

He was slamming his dick into her ass. She was enjoying every second of it. 

"Keep it up," she panted, "keep fucking me." 

An overpowering urge to hurt her seized him as he thrust his dick in too 
hard, he wanted to make it hurt a bit. 

"You're getting it too far, baby," she told him. "Hold yourself in check." 

He stopped for a second. But not for long, he wanted to get it in there, and 
he thrust in there hard again. 

"You wanted it, didn't you ? " he said driving it in there. 

"Yes," she said, "I wanted it." 

Now he was enjoying it. 

"Oh, ah, yes, yes!" he panted, as he exploded in her ass. 

She twisted around, and he did it perfectly for her. 

"Oh," she gasped excitedly, "ram it in there. All the way. I love that." It 
was driving him out of his mind. 

"Oh, mom," he panted as he still continued thrusting, "I just love your ass. 
It's tighter than your cunt." 

"Oh, sweetheart, you know just how to ride me, too. I love it when you do 
it." 

The two of them were obviously turned on with each other. No fear, no 
negative feelings were flowing now. Only pure pleasure. 

Finally, when she knew that she was going to need some sex herself she 
turned to him and asked, "I want you to love my cunt, please, darling, 
please baby?" 

He pulled his prick out of her ass-hole fast. 

"I want to do it in the shower with you," she said, "that's where I'd like 
to fuck you." 

He looked at her and laughed. 

"Why the shower, mom?" he demanded. 

"Because, it's where I want to do it," she said. 

What fascination the shower held for her he could not understand. Yet, Frank 
figured that if that was what she wanted-that was what she wanted. Together 
they went into the bathroom. Getting into the shower, she took the soap and 
began washing his body. 

"I like your hands on me, mom," he said. 

"I love to touch you darling," she said, "let me wash you all over." 

He turned around and he felt her hands on his back. Then her hands were 
wandering down along with the water around his ass. She slid the soap 
between his ass cheeks. Then she washed his ass out. 

"Why you doing that, mom?" he asked her. 

"Because, baby," she said, "I'll be sucking you a little later." 

"Beautiful," he laughed, "I'm glad you want to do it, mom. It's hard to find 
somebody that has the same desires you have. I desire to have it sucked. You 
desire to do it." 

"Right on!" 

He looked at her quivering breasts and began washing them off. 

"Oh, this is fun to wash tits in the shower," he said. "And just think, you 
get to do it every day." 

"Yes, baby," she said, "I get to wash these gorgeous breasts every day. But, 
you can wash them off whenever your dad isn't around." 

He felt of the nipples and she suggested quietly, "If you want to suck them 
in the shower, go right ahead." 

"That's a beautiful idea," he said, "I like the. feel of the shower. It's 
nice to have water falling in your face while you're having fun with another 
person." 

Bending over Frank grabbed her breasts a bit roughly and crudely. Then, he 
planted his lips over it and sucked. 

"Oh," he panted excitedly, "that is too much. 

Oh, yes, yes." 

He was enjoying it immensely and so was she. 

"Oh, darling," she sighed, "you don't know how good that feels to me. Reach 
down and stick a finger in mama's snatch." 

The invitation was met with an immediate response. His hand groped down and 
felt her there. 

"Oh, that feels so good, honey," she said quickly, "you don't know how 
good!" 

Now two fingers were feeling inside her and his mouth was licking first one 
breast then the other. 

"Darling," she said, "let me wash your prick. I want to give it a good 
soaping." 

She again used the bar of soap to slide down the length of his dick. 

"That's a nice slippery slide," she said, "that's great." 

She played with his peter, and then she washed his balls. 

"Oh, yes," she said, "what a gorgeous cock. I can hardly wait to have some 
fun with it. How would it be if I sucked it first and then you fucked me 
after that?" 

"That sounds like a good way to begin," Frank said. 

He watched mom bending down, and he was grateful that they had a large 
shower. Now the penis was even with her mouth. Opening her; mouth, she took 
it in. 

"Oh, yes," he told her, "that's it. Suck that cock." 

It wasn't going to be much longer now. With the mouth open, and the prick 
driving in, he was really getting a charge. 

"Oh, keep that up," he panted, "yes, baby, yes. Oh, ah, yes, baby yes." 

She was sucking now as the water poured over his body. The combination was 
pleasurable. It was like getting sucked off in a waterfall. 

"Don't eat it," he warned, "because I still want to screw your pussy in the 
shower. I think that is going to be a hell of a lot of fun." 

Her mouth traveled it gently. Her tongue licked over the head. 

"Oh," she sighed ecstatically, "that is beautiful, baby, beautiful." 

The pleasure was building now every moment. He was enjoying it. 

"Oh," he said, "that is wild, wild." 

Every second was more delightful than the last. Now, she moved her mouth off 
his penis and looked up at him. 

"Stand up, mom," he said a bit anxiously, "let me ball you." 

Now he was even with her face. She looked up at him and suggested, "aren't 
you ever going to kiss me?" 

"Well, sure mom," he said, "but I wanted to fuck you first." 

"Some people who love each other, kiss first." 

"Well, I don't know all about the proper procedure," the young son, Frank, 
hedged. "I just wanted to get my rocks off. Let me slide it in there." 

She gripped his tool and then he went in there. 

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

Her cunt muscles were clasping his cock as he slid it in the there. 

"Oh, fuck it," he gasped excitedly, "fuck, fuck. Fuck it baby. Fuck. Oh, ah, 
yes, yes. Fuck. Fuck faster, baby, faster, fuck, baby, faster. Ohh, yes!" 

The hard driving dick really got to her. Every thrust was more exciting than 
the last. 

"Oh," he gasped, "that is beautiful, baby. Beautiful. Oh, yes, fuck, baby, 
fuck!" 

The delicious excitement that was surging through his loins as he stabbed 
his mother's cunt, surpassed any previous sexual fantasy he had ever had 
when he was masturbating. 

"Do you like it, son ? " his mother asked. 

"Yes, mom," he said, "you've got a great cunt. You really have, mom." 

"Coming from a sexy son like you darling," she said, "there is only one way 
to take that It's a compliment. I accept it." 

"Good, mom," he said, "except this too. A good 8 incher. Yes, grind your 
hips around. Oh, yes, grab it. Oh, I love the way you do it You sure know 
how to screw!" 

She didn't say much now. She was sweating, and so was he. They were 
struggling for a quick and exciting passionate climax. 

"Fuck it," she begged, "fuck it, sweetheart, fuck it. That's it, shove it in 
there." 

He rammed his dick all the way up the rectum and enjoyed the feel of his 
balls jiggling on her behind. 

"Oh, yes," she panted excitedly, "that's what I like, baby, fuck me. Ram it 
all the way in." 

Harder and harder the dick drilled in. Every second she enjoyed it more. 

"Oh, yes," he gasped excitedly, "that's it baby, fuck." 

The speedy tool was doing its thing. She was extremely excited. 

"Oh," he gasped, "that's the way I like it. Do it. Faster, baby, faster. Oh, 
ah, yes, yes!" 

Suddenly, his rod exploded in her ass-hole. 

"I'm making it, mom," he told her excitedly, "yes, mom, yes." 

The big tool was exploding and he was happy that it could do it. 

"Oh, yes," he panted, "I'm giving it to you. 

Every drop of my pecker juice. Oh, yes, twist it. Grab it. Milk it." 

She ground her hips and helped get all the juice out of his prick for him. 
He was indeed delighted that he could do this. 

"That was tremendous, mom," he told her, "Oh, yes. Right on!" 

The sexual ecstasy that was sweeping over both of their bodies in waves, was 
about to engulf them completely. 

"Oh, son," she said excitedly, "I've never been fucked like that. You sure 
know how to use that dick of yours. Oh, yes, I love that." 

He knew that she was enjoying it. And, he thrust a few more times and then 
he pulled it out. 

"Oh, yes, mom," he told her, "that was a lot of fun. I really enjoyed doing 
it." 

He was happy that he could give her a good time. Then they got out of the 
shower. As they walked over to the bed, she smiled, "Sweetheart," she said, 
"now is the time to give you that ass suck I told you I would." 

He got on all fours and she got behind him. She gripped his ass cheeks and 
let her hot tongue whip around them. 

"Oh, mom," he told her, "I just love the way you lick. It feels so good, 
keep that up. Oh, yes, keep licking me." 

It really did make him happy to have her doing it for him. 

"Oh, ah, yes, yes. Keep licking me. Oh, mom, I love it." 

Faster and faster the hot tongue went to town. Then, she slipped her tongue 
between his ass cheeks and started licking closer to his ass-hole. He was 
becoming more excited every second. 

"Suck ass," he begged her, "that's it. Oh, yes, mom, suck ass. Oh, wow!" 

Now, he was becoming more excited. The hot tongue had stabbed up there. 

"Do it," he told her eagerly, "do it. Oh, ah, yes, yes!" 

The passionate pleasure he was deriving from this sexual activity was 
increasing every moment. 

"Oh," he gasped excitedly, "that's what I love. Lick it baby, lick it." 

He was enjoying it more" every moment and so was she. 

"Eat it, mom," he told her, "eat it. That's what I dig. Oh, yes, mom. Eat my 
ass out!" 

She didn't hesitate for one second to let her tongue stab in there. With 
earnest thrusts she let it roll in there. 

"Oh," he gasped, "pull my meat." 

She realized that the ass suck she was giving him was making his cock hard 
again. She reached for his prick and pulled on it as if she were milking it. 

"Oh, I love it, mom," he told her, "that double action is tremendous. Keep 
doing it." 

Faster and faster she pumped his cock. Every second he was deriving more 
pleasure from it. 

"Ohh," he gasped excitedly, "yes. Yes. Keep that up. That's how I like it." 

She was indeed delighted to give him this pleasure. And he was so happy. 

"Oh, mom," he told her, "this is a real turn on. I love your hand on my 
pecker. I sure enjoy that tongue in my ass-hole. Keep it going." 

The combined action of the tongue stabbing the ass-hole coupled with the 
hand job she was giving him, electrified him. 

"Suck ass," he gasped eagerly, "yes, yes, suck ass. Keep doing it. Doing 
it." . 

The delicious excitement that was thrilling her so much now, was building to 
a fever pitch. 

"Suck it," he gasped, "suck, baby, suck. Oh, ah, yes, yes! That's it!" 

The beautiful pleasure of what was taking place, was really gripping them 
both. And in the throes of the sexual frenzy, he was melting. 

"I'm going to get my rocks off in a minute," he told her. "I can't stand 
it." 

She was delighted and excited. She didn't want to stop now. She knew how to 
use her tongue. Licking, lapping, struggling with her stabbing activity, she 
was keeping it going at a good pace. And, he was wiggling his ass all over 
the place. He loved her for doing this to him. There were no holds barred in 
their love making. However, he was very anxious to have her go back to his 
dick. He knew that he was going to be shooting soon. Realizing that he 
wouldn't be much longer, she pulled away. Then getting underneath him she 
pulled his cock to her mouth. 

"Suck it," he demanded, "suck it for me." 

Now her hands were on his ass as she pulled him tighter to her body. 

. "Oh, baby," she panted, "I love this." 

He looked at her and chuckled, "Mom, you look funny in this position. But, 
quick get your mouth back on my dick." 

She moved her mouth back to his penis. Soon, it was slipping in and out of 
her mouth. She loved the sight of the lips clasping the dick. 

"Suck it," he told her excitedly. "Suck. Ohh, ahh, yes, yes. That's what I 
want. Suck it." 

The pleasure was building every second. 

"Do it," he told her, "that's it. Do it!" 

The pleasure was building every second. And, now he was going out of his 
gourd with happiness. 

"Eat it," he told her quickly, "eat it, baby." Suddenly, the hot dick 
exploded in her mouth. She suck greedily. She loved the taste of the sperm. 
She swallowed it for him. He watched her cheeks suck in as she finished him 
off. 

"That's it," he told her, "that's how I like it. Oh, yes, now you're doing 
it. You know what I want." 

She was blushing with embarrassment and pride. 

"Finish it off," he told her, "that's it. Ohh, yes, yes, suck that juicy 
dick of mine." 

Finally, she eased her mouth off his penis. She looked up at him and smiled. 

"Did you like that, darling?" she asked curiously. 

"Did I ever," he assured her. 

Together they had brought themselves enormous pleasure. She patted his ass 
playfully and then he pulled off her. 

"Mom," he said, "I know how to do it now. I ought to get me a girl friend. 
Then I can really have a ball." 

"Of course, you can, darling," she said, "when you're of age." 

"Of age?" he shot back. "I'm of age now. I'm well hung and I know how to do 
it." 

"Don't defy your own mother," she said angrily. "I think mother knows best." 

"Mother knows best what's for herself," he said, "you're selfish." 

"You're ungrateful," she shouted at him. 

"Don't talk so loud, mom," he warned her. "The neighbors will hear us and 
this isn't exactly the kind of family argument we want the neighbors to 
hear." 

"You bet your sweet ass it isn't," she said, "after all I've done for you. 
I've sucked your prick, I've licked your ass. I've let you stab my ass-hole. 
All this, and you want somebody else." 

"You haven't got a padlock on my balls, mom," he said tightly. "And don't 
ever make out like you have." 

"It's a cinch you don't give a damn about me," she said, "and I don't give a 
damn about you now. Go your way. Go to hell in a breadbasket, and take some 
good-for-nothing chick from school with you." 

"Don't think I won't," he said striding out of the room angrily. 

After she was alone, she broke down weeping. As he heard her sobs in the 
next room, he felt guilty as hell. But he wouldn't go back and speak to her. 
She was being awful to him, he thought. It was bad enough that she wanted 
sex with him, but what would be worse would be confinement. 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

Frank knew that something had to be done. He couldn't go on making out with 
his mother the way that he had. It was driving him out of his mind. He 
finally had made his decision. He would find himself a girl at school. And, 
he would have sex with her and that would take care of everything. The next 
week when they had a school dance, he looked around for a chick that he 
could put the make on. He saw her standing in the corner. She was wearing 
white boots, a white mini skirt, and a low-cut blouse that revealed her 
breasts in a glance. He liked what he saw. The blue eyes and suntanned skin 
with her yellow hair hanging on her shoulders appealed to him too. 

"Hi, there," he smiled at her. 

"Hi," she said softly. 

"Would you like to dance?" he asked. 

"Sure, if you want to," she agreed. 

Together they danced. As they danced, he made it a point to press his body 
on hers. 

"Oh, does that ever feel good," he told her. "Very good." 

"Did you want to dance, or did you want to screw?" she asked just like that. 

"Well, well," he grinned, "how did you know, I want to screw, baby." 

She got the point rather rapidly. Then he told her, "Let's split the scene." 

Together they left. 

"What's your name?" he asked her. 

"Does it make any difference?" she smiled smugly. 

"Well, of course it does," he said, "I like to know the names of the dames 
I'm balling with. Then I can tell my friends about it." 

"Well, that's the reason I may not tell you," she said. "I don't want to get 
a bad rep when you rap." 

"Oh, honey," he said, "I apologize. I didn't mean that. I keep my mouth 
shut, don't worry." 

She threw her head back and laughed. 

"Alright," she said, "I'll tell you my name. It's Linda." 

"Well, Linda," he said happily, "let's you and me have a real good time 
tonight. Okay?" 

"Okay. What's your name?" 

"Frank," he said, "just plain Frank." 

"It's funny," Linda said, "I haven't noticed you too much before. But now, 
when you get so hot for me, I do notice you and I think we can have a ball 
together." 

"So do I, honey," he assured her. 

The problem was where to go. 

"Your place or mine," Linda said. 

"Well," he admitted, "I can't very well go to my place. My mom would have a 
fit." 

"I know what you mean," she said, "mom's can be just terrible. I've got an 
idea. My folks will be gone. Why don't you come over to my place tonight?" 

"Okay, honey," he smiled. 

They exchanged phone numbers and addresses. And, when Frank went home that 
night and his mother made a sex overture toward him, he told her bluntly, "I 
found somebody." 

"You found somebody?" she demanded angrily. 

"Yes," he said, "I have. Somebody who can really give me a good time of it." 

As he looked at her he realized that she was hurt. 

"I'm sorry, mom," he said. 

"Oh, it's alright," she said, "I knew you'd have to go sometime, honey, but 
I was just hoping we could last a little longer." 

He went into his bedroom and started undressing to take a shower. He wanted 
to get cleaned up so that he could have a wild time. 

As he stepped out of the shower and sat down on a bench to dry himself, his 
mother looked at him. 

"Oh, honey," she smiled, "do you ever look good to me." 

"Why?" he asked. "Why do I look so good to you?" 

"I can't explain it," she said, "but when I look at you naked like this, and 
you lift up your leg to dry yourself, I get turned on." 

Reaching down and cupping his balls in his hand he laughed. 

"Do my balls turn you on, mom? Or is it this?" 

He was holding his proud cock in his hand. As he did so, she got so hot she 
was trembling. 

"It's that," she said, "it's that big prick of yours." 

He knew what she wanted and he knew it was wrong to bother her like this and 
yet, he enjoyed teasing her. He stood up and parting his legs let his balls 
hang there and his cock stand up. 

"You want this, don't you mom?" he teased. 

"So much I can taste it," she said. 

"Okay, mom," he said, "I'll let you taste it if you want it so bad." 

Dropping to her knees she let her pink tongue slide out over the head of his 
prick. His cock quivered as she did this. 

"Oh, mom," he panted excitedly, "that's what I dig. Oh, ah, yes, yes, keep 
that going. That's what I want!" 

Now he was really getting turned on. Every moment was more exciting than the 
last. 

"Keep that up," he told her, "that's what I dig. Oh, ah, yes, yes. That's 
what I dig!" 

He was becoming more and more excited every second. She took the penis in 
her mouth and sucked hard on-it. He reached down and guided her head over 
his rod. 

"Oh, mom," he panted eagerly, "keep doing it. Yes, yes!" 

Now she was grabbing his ass and holding on tight as she sucked. 

"Oh, sweetheart," he told her, "what a blow job. That's what I want." 

He was becoming so stimulated, that he knew he would be shooting soon. 

"Keep it up," he begged her, "Keep sucking." 

She didn't stop sucking for a second. Then, he felt himself starting to 
juice. He tried to hold back and he couldn't. 

"Eat it," he told her excitedly, "yes, just like that. That's what I want!" 

Suddenly, she gobbled down the hot juice. And as she sucked him clean he 
panted and gasped, "Oh, yes, that's what I want. Ohh, ahh, yes, yes. Lick 
it." 

She finished it off and smoothly smiled up at him. 

"Oh, darling that tasted so good to me. You have no idea how much I needed 
that." 

He loved seeing her make over him like this. And now he had a hot desire to 
enjoy her too. 

"Do you want me to eat you, mom?" he smiled. 

"I'd love to have you do it for me, son." 

She peeled off all of her clothes. And, as the panties slid off, he looked 
at her crotch. 

"What have you done, mom?" he asked curiously. 

"I've shaved my box for you, baby," she told him, "isn't it nice." 

"Why, yes, mom," he told her, "it is nice." 

He had never seen a shaved box before. Dropping to his knees, young Frank 
looked closely. 

"Yes," he sighed, "that's really something. A nice shaved pussy." 

He let his hot tongue lash along it. Then he let his tongue slip in there. 

"Suck it," she begged, "that's it, baby, suck my pussy." 

He didn't want to just suck, he wanted to examine her. In the light from a 
nearby lamp, he got a good view of the cunt. 

"Oh, yes," he sighed excitedly, "you've got a beautiful box, baby. Just 
beautiful." 

Now, he could see the quivering, moist pink flesh. And he could see, close 
up, the clitoris. He let his tongue slide along the clitoris. 

"Oh," she panted, as she ran her fingers through his hair, "that feels 
great." 

"Let your tongue slide back and forth along my slit," she begged, "that's 
it. Faster. Faster. Oh, yes, I love it." 

She was pushing her pussy in his face and he was smothering his mouth over 
it. 

"Suck me," she begged eagerly, "Oh, yes, do that. That's it. like that!" 

The pleasure was building every moment. She knew that it wouldn't be long 
before she would be juicing. 

"Oh, sweetheart," she told him, "you don't know what you do to me. I just 
love it when you use your tongue on me." 

Now the pleasure had built to such a fever pitch, he knew that she would 
have to be juicing soon. Suddenly, she did juice. As the hot liquid gushed 
into his mouth, he licked quickly. 

"Oh," she sighed, "that's too much. Oh, ah, yes, yes, just like that." 

He eagerly lapped her up. Then pulling his lips away from her cunt he 
glanced up at her. 

"Thanks mom," he said, "you tasted real good to me." 

"I'm glad I did, darling," she told him. 

He looked forward that night with having sex with his girlfriend. However, 
his mother was putting up such a protest, he didn't know if he would ever 
get to screw her. 

"You don't need anymore sex, do you?" she asked him. 

"Sure, I do, mom," he said, "I need it real bad." 

"But, darling," she said, "don't you think I can give you all you need?" 

"It isn't that, mom," he insisted, "it's just that I want somebody else. I'm 
sorry." 

By the time he was able to get out of his own house, he knew he was going to 
be late. So he decided not to go at all. It bothered the hell out of him. 
Now, he was troubled. He wished le had someone to talk to. As he walked 
around the corner, he looked at widow Parker's louse. Mrs. Parker used to 
hire him to do lawn work in the summer. And, she was standing outside as he 
walked by. She called out to him, "Hi, there." 

"Hi, Mrs. Parker," he turned to look at her. 

Suddenly, he saw her in a light he had never seen her before. She had a 
remarkably beautiful body. And he thought that it was a wonderful 
opportunity for him to get together with her and have sex with her. Even 
though he realized that he would be taking all kinds of risks, he thought it 
would be fun. 

"I'd like to talk to you about something," he said to Mrs. Parker. 

"Why sure, Frank," she said, "I haven't seen you for some time." 

"I have been awfully busy with my school work," he said. 

"I guess they do make you work awfully hard at school these days," she 
admitted. 

They went into her living room and she asked him, "Could I get you something 
to drink?" 

"Well, that would be nice," he said, "a coke would be alright." 

"I only have a I-Up in the house," she said. "Would that do?" 

"It sure would," he agreed. 

When she had served him the drink and he was relaxed, he got to talking 
personally to her. 

"Mrs. Parker," he said, "I want to talk to you about something that has been 
bothering me. 

"Well, certainly," she said, "I would be happy to help you in any way I know 
how, but I don't know as a young boy's problems would be anything I could 
help him solve." 

"Yes, you could," he assured her. 

"Alright," she agreed, "tell me." 

"Okay," he agreed, "I'll tell you what my problem is. It's something that is 
personal. It's sex." 

"Sex?" she said, "I don't see how I can help you with that." 

"You could," he said, "I'll tell you why. I've got some older woman that I 
have been having sex with. And, she is making life hell on earth for me. 
Really, I don't know what to do." 

"Well, if I were you," she said, "I would quit having sex with someone I 
didn't care to. That's ridiculous." 

"It's not quite as easy as all of that," he informed her. 

"Well, it should be," she said quickly, "you know and I know that it isn't 
right for you to be having sex with an older woman." 

"I wish you could tell the older woman that," he said. 

"Well, whoever she is, she ought to be ashamed of herself. It's a terrible 
thing for anybody, but it's particularly disgusting to think of an older 
woman finding a young man appealing." 

"Well, don't you find me appealing?" he asked her. 

"That's not a good question to ask me," she said. 

"Why not?" he asked curiously. 

"Well," she explained, "I'll tell you. Every woman just like every man has 
sexual desires. When you're alone many of those needs are not fufilled. In 
other words, you're sex starved." 

"Would you like to have sex with me?" Frank asked. 

"Frank," she said, "we aren't even on a first name basis and you are talking 
sex." 

"What's your first name?" he smiled wryly. 

"Laura," she replied, "Laura, you know it." 

"I just wanted to hear you tell me it," he laughed. "Laura, I wonder if you 
would enjoy having sex with me. I could show you some things you would never 
forget." 

"You've got to be kidding," she laughed. "You wouldn't know how to please 
me. I had a husband who was a marvelous lover. He could do things that I'm 
sure you would never dream of doing." 

"How can you be so sure?" he smiled. 

"Well, I am sure," she laughed. 

"I do about everything," he said. 

"Well, so did my husband," she said, "he was marvelous. It is a very 
intimate, personal type of sexual connection that he preferred. One, I would 
hate to discuss at any length with you, dear." 

"Why not talk about it," he said getting hot at the thought of speaking 
about sex with this woman. He noticed that Laura Parker was a very 
attractive older woman. In a way, she reminded him of his mother. She had 
the same smooth skin and a good body. She had well-formed breasts, and nice 
legs. 

"Well, I'll tell you what my husband enjoyed," she finally agreed. "He liked 
oral sex. Do you know what oral sex is, dear?" 

"Well, no," he said, "I have no idea." 

"I didn't think you would, honey," she said, "Oral sex, for your 
information, is when the man uses his tongue effectively in the woman." 

"You mean pussy eating?" he smiled. 

"Well, I guess you could call it that," she said, "but technically it's 
cunnilingus." 

"Cona-who?" he asked his jaw hanging slack. 

"Frank," Laura Parker laughed, "can't you ever speak in clean words? 
Cunnilingus means when a man uses his tongue around a woman's, I suppose you 
would say, twat." 

"Twat," he chuckled, "why not?" 

She looked at his crotch and noticed his bulging cock. 

"I'm sorry that I really can't continue the conversation," Laura insisted, 
"I think you are obtaining sexual stimulation from it." 

"So what if I am?" he smiled. "Anything wrong with that?" 

"Of course there is," she said quickly, "I would do nothing to arouse you 
sexually." 

"Look, Laura," he said, "I couldn't look at you without turning on. You've 
got the body for it." 

"For what?" she demanded. 

"For screwing, that's what!" 

The more he talked about it the more excited they both became. 

"I would give anything," he said to her, "to have your body. You're such a 
beauty." 

"I haven't heard anyone talk to me like that in years," she said nervously. 
"It's very kind of you to want to flatter me, Frank, even though I know that 
it's for your own personal gratification, but I'm not going to give in." 

"You don't have to give in," he laughed, "you just have to give out." 

"That's an interesting play on words," she said, "but I'm not interested in 
semantics. I'm interested in keeping a pure person pure." 

"Who is the pure person?" he smiled. "You?" 

"Yes," she said quickly, "I consider myself a very pure person. I am almost 
a puritan. I don't believe in just having sex to have sex. As a 
matter-of-fact, ever since my husband, Charley, left me, I haven't had sex 
with anybody." 

"When was that?" he asked. 

"Oh, a year ago," she replied. "A year ago or there abouts." 

"Let me have you," he begged, "I will do everything with my tongue that you 
could want." 

"Could you?" she smiled. 

"Yes," he replied. 'I will stick my tongue where Charley's has never been. 
I've got a longer reach. Let me do it." 

She was getting moist down there herself and finding it increasingly 
difficult to resist his approach. 

"I don't even know why I'm talking to you," she said nervously, "you were 
disgusting." 

"No, I'm not," he assured her, "I'm not disgusting at all. You know, honey, 
that I'm dying to have sex with you." 

"Okay," she nodded, "let's go into the bedroom." 

"All we have to do is take off our clothes and we can take it from there," 
he said, "if you want me to take a shower I will." 

"Why don't you get in the tub?" she suggested, "and I can wash you off. I 
used to bathe Charley. He just loved it." 

"I'm sure I would to." he said, "Let's go in there." 

Laura was practically panting now for sex. He had her where he wanted her 
and he was delighted. Together they walked into the bedroom. 

"Are you ready, sweetheart." she smiled, "I'm sure ready to give you some 
action." 

"Alright," he said slipping out of his shirt. Tossing his shirt aside he 
slid out of his trousers. The big bulge was very evident in his cotton 
shorts. She went over to him and smiled. 

"It seems like such a long time since I've had this available to me," she 
said. 

Of course, by this, she meant his cock. Reaching out she let her hand slide 
along the cotton shorts as she felt the cock quivering she began feeling her 
heart flutter. 

"I can hardly wait to feel of it naked," she said. "We can have such a good 
time together." 

At this point he pulled his shorts down and revealed himself to her. 

"Oh, wow!" she said, "you're a big boy now." 

"You bet I am," he smiled at her, "and I can hardly wait to have a good 
time." 

She took off her clothes quickly and they went into the bedroom. Now, he was 
going out of his mind with delight, passion and pleasure. 

"Oh, honey," he said, "I really want to get you in that tub and play with 
you too." 

"We've got a beautiful tub for that," she said, "it's one of those sunken 
Roman baths." 

As she opened the bathroom door and he got sight of the beautiful black 
marble bathtub, he could see why she wanted to bathe him. 

"Oh, I've never seen anything like it," he said excitedly, "this is really a 
fucker's bathtub." 

"It is that," she agreed. 

She could hardly wait for that moment when they would get together. 

"Let me put the bubble bath in first," she said, "then I'll draw the water." 

She found some bubble bath and he questioned her use of it. 

"I don't think a man uses that crap," he said abruptly. 

"Now, don't you worry about it," she said, "it will just make you smell good 
all over. And when we make love we may need to smell good all over." 

"I read you," he smiled a bit shyly. 

Pouring the bubble bath into the water, she then looked at him. 

"Aren't you anxious to see me, naked?" she said. 

"I sure am, Laura, honey," he said, "take off your clothes. 

Laura wasted no time in slipping off her outer garments. When she was 
reduced to her panties and bra, he was juicing a little at the head of his 
penis. 

"Does this excite you?" she smiled, as she put her hands under her breasts. 

"Does it ever," he assured her. 

Then reaching down she pulled at her panties. And now, the treat. She 
slipped out of her panties and he got sight of her gorgeous mound. 

"What a gorgeous cunt you've got," he smiled. "I can hardly wait to let my 
tongue lick." 

"I can't either," she said, "but first we bathe." 

Laura's legs were in the tub a second later. He followed. 

"There is plenty of room in this tub," he told her. "It easily accommodates 
two people." 

"Sure it does darling," she said, "this was what Charley and I used to do. 
He loved to bathe my breasts. He liked to soak them down. He said he could 
build up a gorgeous soap suds around them." 

"I'll try that too," he said, "I guess your old man Charley had the right 
idea." 

Taking the bar of soap he soon began massaging her breasts with it. 

"Oh, that feels so good," she told him, "yes, yea, I like that." 

Then he reached down to finger her twat. 

"Naughty, naughty," she giggled. 

"Nice, nice," he said, "feels real nice. And how about this?" 

He slid a finger up her pussy and her cunt gripped it. 

"Ohh, I like that," she said, "and I'm going to like your tongue even more 
and your cock even more than that." 

As Laura said cock she reached for his. He felt her hand on him pulling it 
slowly. 

"Oh, that's nice," he told her, "real nice." 

Laura didn't stop with pulling his cock with one hand, she reached down and 
felt the balls with the other. 

"You like to do this, don't you?" he smiled at her. 

"Oh, yes, I do," she repeated, "it's a lot of fun. Feel good too?" 

-"You bet it does," he said, "this is great. I wish more people could be 
like this. You enjoy it, I enjoy it. What difference does our ages make?" 

"Not a bit of difference," she told him frankly, "not a bit of difference, 
darling." 

He loved the way she massaged all around there. It was getting to be more 
and more exciting. 

"Ohh," he gasped, "this is too much. Oh, baby." 

They both were having fun playing with the other. However, they both knew 
that soon they would have to get out of the bathtub and get on the bed and 
have a ball. 

She looked at him and said quietly, "Should we get out now, darling?" 

"Yes," he said, "let's get out right away." 

Laura and Frank emerged from the tub. Laura was eager to dry him off. 

"Let me dry you off, darling," she smiled eagerly, "that's it, yes, baby, 
yes. Let me dry everything. I like to see your balls, baby. They remind me 
of my husband's." 

"Quit mentioning him," he said, "I'm here. You don't need to talk about him 
anymore." 

"Alright, sweetheart," she said, "I won't mention him. You certainly are a 
sensuous young man. Turn around. Let me dry your ass off." 

He turned and watched as she dried him off. He loved to observe her breasts. 
He loved to look at the nipples. 

"What are you staring at me for like that," she asked. 

"I like to look at your tits," he said, "I hope you don't mind, Laura." 

"Why, no," she said, "not at all." 

When he was dried off, he told her, "Now let me dry you baby." 

He dried her off a little bit roughly. 

"Take it easy," she said, "I don't care if you manipulate me, baby, but go 
easy on those breasts. They are sensitive." 

"I can tell that," he laughed, "I can see they are getting hard." 

Bending over he began licking the breasts. 

"Oh, that feels so good," she said, "it's been such a long time since anyone 
sucked on them fiercely. Do it." 

He was really turned on. A moment later they moved off to the bedroom and 
soon she was to learn that young Frankie had his own ideas about how he 
wanted it. 

"What are you doing that for?" she asked as he lay on his stomach and parted 
his ass cheeks with his hands. 

"Well, aren't you going to lick my ass-hole?" he asked. 

"Well, I don't know," she said, "I just don't know." 

"But I want you to so much," he said softly. 

"Oh, alright," she agreed, "if you want it so bad, I'll do it." 

Now she realized that he had his own ideas about sex. 

'That's it, honey," he told her, "just suck it. Yes. Yes. That's what I 
want." 

Her tongue licked around his ass cheeks but she couldn't bring herself to 
sock it into the ass-hole. He noticed this and told her, "Honey, please suck 
the ass. I want you to do it." 

Even though this was the last thing she wanted to do or intended to do, 
being caught in this position, she had to. A hot tongue slid into there. 
Every second became more exciting. 

"Oh," he gasped excitedly, "that is beautiful. Oh, yes." 

The hot tongue stabbed in there and wiggled about. 

"That's the way I like it," he told her excitedly, "now you're doing it. Oh, 
baby, I had to spell it out for you but you sure know how to do it." 

It was strange how magnetically his body appealed to her. She had never 
dreamt that could love in these intimate places but she was discovering that 
she could once the action got going. 

"Suck it," he begged, "Oh, suck. Oh, yes, baby, that's what I want. Do it, 
baby do it." 

The hot tongue was stabbing in there and it was becoming more and more 
exciting. 

"Eat it," he told her excitedly, "eat my ass out. Oh, ah, you are not 
disappointing me, baby. You are beautiful. That's it, baby. Suck. Suck." 

The pleasure was building every second. As her tongue twisted about inside 
the ass-hole, he wiggled in every direction. 

"Oh," he panted pushing into the bed, "you are driving me out of my gourd. 
Oh, yes. Yes. You better get your mouth over this quick, honey, because I'm 
going to be shooting fast." 

She realized that he was telling the truth and she slipped her mouth out of 
his ass-hole while he turned over quickly. 

"Oh, what a pecker," she gasped excitedly, as she looked at the size of his 
prick. 

"You like it?" he asked. 

"Do I ever," she said, "you have a gorgeous prick. I can hardly wait to suck 
it." 

She held it in her hand and squeezed it. Then at first she just let her 
tongue slide over the velvety crown of the cock. 

"Oh, yes. That's what I want. Oh, ah, yes, yes, do it." 

The hot mouth was now moving over the dick and it became more exciting every 
second. 

"Keep it up," he begged, "keep doing it." 

Suddenly, the huge dick slid into the mouth and down her throat. She loved 
this. She gripped his ass cheeks and held on for dear life. 

"Oh," he panted excitedly, "that is beautiful. Ohh, ah, yes, yes!" 

Faster and faster the action continued and as he stabbed her face he wiggled 
about. She had to grab his ass and hold him straight. 

"Oh, eat it," he told her, "eat my prick. Yes, that's what I like. Suck it 
off. Suck the cock, suck off." 

She loved to hear the obscene words. They added to the pleasure. She 
couldn't understand why and neither could he but they loved it. 

"Oh," he gasped excitedly, "yes, baby, yes. I'm going to cum in a minute. 
Oh, ah, yes, yes, just like that." 

The furious pitch to fucking was continuing. Every second was more exciting 
than the last. 

"Suck it, baby," he said blissfully. 

She sucked smoothly varying the tempo of her cock sucking activity to make 
it last. 

"Oh, baby," he gasped excitedly, "that's beautiful. Yes, yes, keep it 
going." 

The delicious excitement that surged through his body was increasing to the 
point that he knew he would shoot his gun off in a minute. Then she slid a 
finger up his ass-hole. That added to the pleasure. 

"Oh," he panted, "that is beautiful, baby. Oh, ah, yes, yes!" 

He was determined to discover new dimensions in sex. He wanted his powerful 
penis to provide the pleasure for more women than one. He was happy to be 
free from his mother so that he could search for the truth about himself. In 
powerful thrusts he drove it faster down her throat. The suspense was 
building every second for her too as she could hardly stand it. The intense 
movement of his body really appealed to her. He was doing a sensational job 
of doing it hard and fast. She had no regrets now, that he was doing it to 
her. She was glad that she had gone down on him. 

"Oh," he panted, "yes, yes, suck it. Suck it Laura. Suck it, suck." 

Laura was so stimulated that she wanted to make it last. And she did 
something unusual. She pulled her mouth off his dick for a second. 

"What are you doing?" he asked in desperation. 

"I'm going to have your ass for a minute too," she said, "I don't want you 
to shoot your dick. I want it to last." 

He arched his back up so his ass was even with her face. Then she went back 
to licking at a furious pitch. 

"Oh, you're fucking my ass like it's a small slippery dick," he laughed. "I 
like that baby. Oh, yes, slide it in there. Oh, ah, yes, yes baby, yes. This 
is much more than I expected. You really know how to do it. Oh, honey, 
that's wild. I like the enthusiasm you're putting into that ass suck." 

The hot tongue movements were really increasing in depth. Every moment he 
became more stimulated. She was displaying such skill at doing it for him, 
he was amazed. His mother had never done it as effectively. He was learning 
that different women could do it differently. And he was really glad he had 
gotten her to go down on him like this. But he didn't want her to take too 
long doing his ass, as he knew that his dick would explode in a minute or 
two. 

"Oh," he gasped, "do it, do it. Oh, yes, that's what I want. Oh, ah, yes, 
yes!" 

Suddenly, the hot dick was in her hand and she was pumping his penis while 
she was licking his ass out. 

"That's it," he told her, "rim it, rim it while you jerk my prick." 

He was amazed at how beautifully she could do it. The mobility of her tongue 
surprised him. And, now his balls were on fire. 

"You'd better suck my cock off quick," he told her eagerly, "it won't be 
much longer now. Oh, baby, that's beautiful. Do it." 

At this point he was trembling with passion. 

"Suck my joint," he begged, "suck it. Suck it fast." 

She knew that she couldn't waste any more time. She pulled her tongue out of 
his ass and went to town on his prick. 

"Suck it," he begged, "suck, baby." 

Her mouth moved down over his penis. She really was enjoying it at this 
point. 

"Oh, ahh, yes yes!" 

Suddenly, the cock juice exploded in her mouth. As the white creamy cum 
splashed into her mouth and she sucked some more, he cried out in passionate 
pleasure. 

"Oh, ah, yes, baby, don't stop. Oh, baby you don't know what excitement 
you're producing in my body. You can't understand it. Suck it. There's more 
in there, honey. Suck it all out." 

He didn't have to worry. Laura had always enjoyed giving head. And her 
husband has told her that she gave the best head he had ever had. So, Frank 
didn't have to worry a second about her staying on until it was all gone. 

"Oh, ah, yes, yes!" 

Finally, she got some more juice out of it. 

"Oh, wow!" he panted, "you really did it good. I'm shot in gallons. Oh, 
sweetheart, what a cock sucker. Oh, baby, that is too much. Oh, baby, I 
repeated it. You see, baby, I could do it twice." 

Finally when she had finished she slid her mouth off his dick and looked at 
him with a laugh on her face. 

"How was it, darling?" she smiled. 

He looked at Laura and told her frankly, "Your husband sure taught you how 
to suck head." 

She laughed, "My husband didn't teach me everything, I picked up a lot by 
instinct." 

"Beautiful," he smiled at her, "just beautiful. You know baby," he said, 
"there are so many things we can do. I want you to swing your pussy over in 
my face and let me lick it. I can show you plenty that I can do with my 
tongue." 

"Can you really?" she asked. 

"You bet I can," he assured her. 

 CHAPTER SIX 

Laura was eager to give him some action. 

"Darling," she said, "I can hardly wait. But first, give me a breather. Let 
me catch my breath. "As she lay there on the bed stretched out and breathed 
deeply, he could see her breasts going up and down. 

"What a sight," he smiled at her. 

"What is it, darling?" she asked with a twinkle in her eye. 

"I was just looking at your tits moving up and down," he smiled, "and do 
they ever look beautiful, baby. Really great." 

He ran his fingers along her breasts and then she said softly, "You can suck 
them, if you want to dear." 

It wasn't going to take long now. Quickly he let his tongue lash out over 
the nipple. 

"Oh, that feels so good," she said, "it really does, baby. I love it." 

He played with one breast while he licked the other. And this got her more 
excited every second. 

"Oh, sweetheart," she said, "you're a natural. You know just what to. do to 
get me excited. Yes, baby, yes, keep that up." 

Now, her legs were twitching. She was eager for him to get down between her 
legs. 

"Darling," she said excitedly, "you don't know what I'm going to do to you 
down there. You're going to go out of your gourd. Oh, baby, I can hardly 
wait." 

It Wasn't going to be much longer now. The hot tongue was sliding all over 
her mound. 

"Suck me," she sighed, "suck me, lover." 

He was down there now between her legs and he reached up to play with her 
breasts while his hot tongue lashed away at her slit. 

"Stick it in, honey," she said, "stick it in." 

He let his tongue slide in and every second became more exciting than the 
last. 

"Oh," she panted, "you're too much. Oh, yes." 

He loved the fragrance of her pussy. He loved the slippery feeling sliding 
in there. And now he pulled his hands away from her breasts and grabbed her 
rear end. He wanted to hold her in place. He was eager for her to ooze at 
her slit. He could hardly wait for the juice to trickle into his mouth. 

"Oh, suck me," she begged, "suck my pussy, baby. Suck me." 

His rocks were getting harder again and his cock was lengthening. He knew 
that his rapid movements in her twat were getting him there again himself. 

"Eat me," she begged excitedly, "eat me. Oh, ah, yes, lover, yes. That's 
what I want. Eat me." 

The hot tongue drove in there inside her vagina. 

"Oh, lover, oh, yes," she sighed, "suck my pussy." 

Now his hands were back at her breasts. As he would pinch her nipples he 
would let his tongue slide in farther. 

"Oh, sweetheart," she gasped excitedly, "that's what I love. Oh, ah, yes, 
yes!" 

The pleasure was increasing every second. 

"Oh, baby," she gasped excitedly, "yes, yes, that's it. Love it." 

The hot tongue was licking quickly and every second was becoming more and 
more emotionally beautiful for her. She hadn't had anyone eating her snatch 
in ages and she was thrilled and excited that she could have it now. 

"Eat me," she begged the young boy, "that's it. Slide your tongue in there, 
all the way around. Oh, ah, yes, baby, yes, that's what I want. Now you're 
doing it. Oh, baby, it is really something." 

Soon he felt her starting to juice and this got him to vibrating. 

"Suck it," she begged him, "suck. Oh, ah, yes, yes. Suck it." 

Finally she gushed. 

"Oh," she gasped, "I'm cuming, baby, I'm cuming." 

As the hot juices gushed in his mouth, he licked quickly. 

"Sweetheart," she gasped excitedly, "I can't stand it. Oh, ah, yes, yes!" 

He didn't quit licking until he had finished her off but when he pulled away 
she noticed immediately his huge prick. 

"Oh, darling," she said, "what happened?" 

"I don't know," he grinned good naturedly, "it just came up again." 

"We can take care of that, honey," she said. "Why don't you slide it in my 
cunt." 

"I'd like to try something different," he said. 

"Sure, baby," she said, "anything you want to do. What do you want?" 

"I want your ass, darling," he said, "I want to slide my dick into your 
ass-hole." 

"Oh, no," she said, "I don't think we could ever make it. I really don't." 

Now he was ready to go. 

"Oh, darling," she sighed eagerly, "let's really have some fun." 

He was hot for it and so was she. 

"I just don't know about ass," she said. "I never had anybody stick it up my 
ass before." 

"Well, didn't Charley?" he asked curiously. 

"No," she admitted. "Charley never did that. He liked to have hot fucks, 
baby and he was always alive with energy. But he was a little bit cruel and 
detached. Calm, you know. And he never asked for that." 

"Well, sweetheart," he explained, "let's spin into that fuck. I think that 
would be a lot of fun. I've tried it once and I guess it's contagious, I 
want to do it again." 

"Okay," she said. 

Now it was time and he had her getting into position. 

"That's beautiful," he told her. "That's the way I want you." 

She angled her body just right. Then, he gripped her hips. 

"Say, I forgot something," he admitted. "I've got to have something on my 
rod." 

"What, darling?" she smiled. 

"Anything," she said, "even oleo margarine or butter or whatever." 

"I have some butter in the refrigerator, honey," she said, "maybe that would 
help." 

"It sure would," he told her. 

She went to the kitchen and got the butter and then returned. 

"How about this," she smiled. 

"Beautiful," he replied. 

Taking the cube of butter from her, he opened up its paper wrapper. Then, he 
slipped his hand around it and let his fingers get some of it for his penis. 

"Put plenty on,", she said, "that way it will make it easier to slide it in 
there." 

Once he had his cock well lubed, she got into position again. 

"How about this?" she said. 

Now she was ready. She was bending over with her ass up so he could slide 
his dick in conveniently. 

"I just got to grab your ass, honey," he said, "both cheeks and then I'll 
slide my prick in." 

As he started to move in, she cautioned him. 

"Sweetheart," she suggested, "why don't you do something for me. I wish that 
you would use some of that on my ass-hole. All you have to do, darling, is 
butter up your finger and slide it into my ass-hole." 

"Okay," he said reluctantly pulling his tool out of her. 

Reaching over, he again picked up the cube of butter. He got his finger full 
of it and then he went back to her ass. Opening it up, slid the finger in 
the hole. 

"Oh," he panted, "this is nice. Nice and tight." 

"I know it is," she said, "it's virgin ass territory." 

He was sparing no effort in making it easy for his hard dick to go in there. 

With each hand on her ass, he guided himself in there. 

"Oh, yes," he panted, "that's it." 

Sliding it in, he really rammed it home. 

"Fuck me," she begged, "fuck. Oh, ah, yes, yes. That's beautiful." 

Now he was riding in in splendor. She was loving it. Although the pleasure 
ceased the moment he got it to her tight anal ring. It just wouldn't slip 
past. 

"Oh," he gasped, "it's hard to slam it home in you." 

"Don't give up darling," she said. "Just keep doing that." 

Faster and faster he rode into her. Then finally he thrust all the way. 

"Oh, baby," he panted excitedly, "that is beautiful." 

As the hard dick drilled her, she became more and more excited. 

"Fuck, baby, fuck," she said. 

The hard driving tool was really electrifying her with sexual ecstasy. She 
loved the feeling of it sliding in there, once he got it past the painful 
tight point. Now he could ram it to her and she could twist and grind her 
ass for him. 

"Keep fucking me," she begged, "keep fucking." 

Soon he was reaching around to feel her breasts. Together they were doing it 
quickly. They were coordinating their movements so that he could get his 
cock in as far as possible. 

"Oh," he gasped, "what a fuck. Oh, baby, that's how I like it. Faster, 
faster, oh, yes, just like that." 

Faster and faster the hard dick drilled in there and every second became 
more exciting. 

"Oh, baby," he panted, "that's beautiful. Oh, ah, yes, yes, right on!" 

The pleasure was increasing. Every second they loved it more. 

"Oh, ah, yes, yes, baby, that's it. Fuck, baby. Fuck faster!" 

The hard dick was drilling in there. Every second was becoming more 
exciting. 

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

Now, he was ready to shoot. 

"Won't be much longer now," he told her, "you're going to get a load of my 
juice." 

"Good, darling," she smiled, "I love it." 

He enjoyed talking to her about it. It added to the pleasure. But above all 
he loved the way she twisted her ass around. She wanted to get fucked and he 
wanted to give it to her. 

"Ram it to me," she told him, "that's it. Oh, ah, yes, yes, keep doing it. 
Oh, yes!" 

The pleasure was increasing with every second and he enjoyed it more and 
more too. 

"Fuck, baby," he told her, "oh, ah, yes, yes. Keep fucking I" 

She was putting a lot into it and so was he. Every inch of his cock slamming 
home. 

"Oh," he gasped excitedly, "yes, baby, yes. That's it fuck, baby. Fuck, 
fuck." 

A few more thrusts and he exploded in her ass-hole. 

"I'm shooting," he told her, "I'm shooting!" 

The juice was shooting alright, and she was almost there herself. 

"Play with me," she urged him, "stick your fingers in my pussy, honey. 
That's all. Love me there. Not much longer, honey. But do it now." 

It was a fantastic moment for them both. His angers played around with the 
clitoris effectively. He was pinching her, and she told him, "That's it, but 
not too hard, honey." 

He kept up his finger movements in her twat, and then a new joy surged 
through her. 

"Ohh, I made it," she gasped excitedly, "I made it." 

Sure enough she was there and he loved the feel of the sticky substance in 
his fingers. He continued doing it until she relaxed there. 

"Oh, yes," he told her. "what a fuck off." 

He had gone all the way with her. Done about everything he could. Slowly 
sliding his cock out of her, he fell back in the bed. 

"That was beautiful, baby," he told her, "it really was. I loved doing it." 

She lay there and looked at him. 

"I don't know when I've had so much fun," she said. "It really brought my 
life back in focus. It made me realize how much I've been missing. It's 
strange how when one gets gloomy you think about sex. It seems to brighten 
everything up and honey, you truly brightened everything up for me. I loved 
your young dick in me. Youth is a wonderful thing." 

"You're not very old, and you are really something to fuck, I'm so glad that 
you gave me such a good time of it." 

"I take it you have had quite a bit of sexual experiences Frank," she said. 

"How did you guess that?" he smiled. 

"Oh, just the way you did it," she said. 

"Was it different?" he asked. 

"Yes, it was," she admitted. "You would do everything. It's really inspiring 
to find a man like you; A man who has insight on sex." 

"Do I have all that?" he chuckled. 

"You do, baby," she said, "you put a real joy into having sex. I can't stand 
it when a man wants to just stick it in the pussy and stop there. I think 
it's very important that the lovers aren't afraid to have everything. I 
don't mean stopping at one little taste of sex, but going all the way in 
every direction." 

"I couldn't agree with you more," he admitted. 

They were happy now thinking about sex, yet, she had something else in her 
mind. 

"What are you thinking about?" he asked, trying to break through the 
silence. 

"A girl friend of mine," she said. "A woman about my age who has been 
wanting sex with a young boy." 

"Well, why don't you invite her over?" he smiled. 

"Should I?" she asked. 

"Yes, Laura," he told her, "I wish you would." 

"When?" she asked. 

"Well, how about Saturday night?" he asked. 

"Beautiful," she said, "Now you're going to like this woman. She has lots of 
money and she'll pay you something. If I hadn't had to pay such crushing 
odds with my husband and have such limited resources, I would pay you 
myself." 

"What do you mean?" he said. 

"I mean the odds did me in. I was gambling on the stock market and I lost 
and I don't have much stock. That is what limited resources means." 

"You use a lot of big words, don't you?" he said. 

"Well, I know a lot of big words," she said. 

"Yes, I guess you do," he smiled at her. 

Now, he was fully aware of what she was talking about. He felt sorry for 
her. The thought of making any money had never entered his mind. 

"Do you mean, to tell me?" he said, "I could get paid for balling." 

"Why sure, darling," she said, "there are a lot of young men who get paid 
for it and there is nothing at all wrong with it. You see we older women 
usually have a little extra money but it's hard for us to find a clean, 
young boy like yourself, and not afraid to try everything." 

"Well, I'm not afraid to try everything," he told her. "Let's get cracking." 

She looked at him nervously and said, "I don't know whether I should phone 
her or not tonight." 

"You don't have to phone her tonight," he said, "whenever you want to. But I 
do want to get together and have more sex." 

"Alright," she agreed, "don't you worry. I'll call her." 

"What's her name?" he asked. 

"Maxine," she said, "Maxine McMillan. She's a lovely girl." 

"Okay," he smiled. 

He got dressed slowly and she asked him, "Have you had sex with anyone else 
older like me?" 

"Yes, I have," he said. 

"Do you mind my asking who?" she said. 

"I mind," he said, "you wouldn't like it one bit if I would talk about us 
having sex. Well, I feel the same way. I'm not going to be telling anybody 
else about you." 

"I'm very sorry I asked," she said. "That's very noble of you to keep 
silent." 

Pride swelled through him as he thought of himself as being noble. However, 
he rather doubted it. 

"Frank," she said, "I guess you're such a good boy because you have such a 
good mother." 

"I guess so," he said quietly. In his mind he was thinking of all the sex 
they had had together. And he was feeling like a devil. 

"Darling," she said, "let me tell you something. I adore you and I want you 
to have a lot of fun having sex with me and anytime you don't want to have 
it, just tell me. I don't want to force you. Do you understand?" 

"Of course, I understand," he said, "you're a sweetheart. I like you every 
much, Laura. You're a beautiful woman and you've given me a great time. But, 
baby, get off my back. Don't talk this love crap. You wanted to get your 
cunt sucked. I wanted tc get my cock sucked. That's all. I wanted to fuck 
your ass-hole, and I did. Don't try to pull any of this love stuff. If there 
is anything I hate it's women getting sentimental." 

"You are rather crude, aren't you," she said. 

"I don't happen to think I am," he said, "I don't think I'm crude at all." 

"Darling," she said, "it's wonderful to have a sex partner. You have no idea 
what it's like to waste away and not have anyone who wants to love you." 

"Okay," he said, "women are real complex. They get more out of fucks than 
men do. All I feel is that my balls aren't itching. That's all. I hope that 
isn't alarming to you. You're quite a dreamer." 

"Am I?" she smiled. 

"I think you are," he said, "I don't mean to hold it against you or 
anything, but I think your mind is up in the clouds a lot of the time." 

"I'll try to be down to earth and basic with you, darling," she said 
quickly, "please understand me." 

He was trying his very best to say things to her that wouldn't get her 
uptight so that she would have another fuck another night. Yet, he didn't 
want to get involved with romance or love talk. He could throw that away for 
a long time. As he got dressed and headed to the door she looked at him and 
said, "Don't hate me, honey." 

"Don't worry, Laura," he said, "I could never hate you. I'd really have to 
be looney to hate you. You gave me a good balling and I enjoyed it." 

He left her, and went back home. When he got home, he wanted to get some 
sleep. He slipped in quietly and took off his clothes and slipped in nude 
into his bed. However, his mother was there waiting. She heard him walking 
in and she waited until he was in the bed alone. Then she slid in. 

"Hi, honey," she said, "how are you?" 

"Tired," he said. 

"We're just like Adam and Eve aren't we?" she smiled. "I mean no clothes." 

"Yes," he said, "but I'm tired. I don't want to play Adam and Eve tonight, 
mom." 

"I do, darling," she said, "your father called and he is coming home 
tomorrow. So this is our last chance at a good balling for some time." 

"That's good," he said quietly, "I was getting exhausted." 

"This situation is becoming intolerable," she said, "you have no 
appreciation for me. All you want to do, son, is use me." 

"Oh, mom," he complained, "you get me so disgusted." 

"What do you think you do to me?" she sobbed. 

"What do you want, mom?" he said disgustedly. 

I want you to screw me," she said, "screw me real good. It will be our last 
fuck for some time." 

"Mom," he said, "why don't you buy one of those vibrating machines. It would 
take care of you better than I could. It has all the power supply you need. 
And it's designed like a dick. All you do is plug it into a switch and turn 
it on and then you've got it." 

"Are you suggestion I use one of those automatic dildo machines?" she said 
angrily. 

"Yes," he said, "it would do you a lot of good." 

"You're disgusting," she said, "talking to your own mother like that." 

"Well, aren't you a little bit disgusting, talking to your own son about 
screwing?" 

"I don't think so," she said, "we feel something fOr each other and I need 
it." 

"Daddy will do it tomorrow night," he said, "he'll give you all the screwing 
you need." 

That only brought on more sobbing. 

"Now what are you crying about?" he demanded. 

"I'll tell you," she said, "daddy is impotent. He hasn't been able to get it 
up for years." 

"Oh, no," he said, "you mean I'm supposed to take care of you. Well, I just 
can't do it." 

"Oh, yes, you can, dear," she begged, "you know how to give me a good 
balling. You know what I need." 

"Sure I know what you need, mom," he said, "but I just don't want to do it. 
Don't you know that sex with your own mom is taboo." 

"I know it is," she said, "and I don't like it." 

"Well, if you don't like it then why do you expect me to do it?" 

"I'll tell you," she said, "because you are my only outlet. I'm sorry." 

"Alright, mom," he said, "maybe if you can suck it up there I can get some 
life back in it and I can shove it in your cunt. How does that grab you?" 

"Beautiful, son," she said, "I sure could use a good fucking, I'll tell you 
that." 

She threw back the bed covers and crawled into bed with him. She got down 
there between his legs. She pulled the limp cock to her mouth and let her 
tongue start licking. The moment that her tongue touched him he started to 
get harder. 

"Oh, that feels so good," he said, "Oh, yes, mom, I just love that." 

She worked her fingers effectively around his balls. He liked the way she 
let her tongue trail around a moment later. Soon, she bit with her teeth. 

"Stop biting it, mom," he objected, "I don't need that." 

She quit biting and started sucking. She enjoyed the scent of him. The smell 
of his body down there appealed to her. Then she played a bit roughly with 
his balls. Tugging at them. 

"Oh, that feels good," he told her, "yes, real good." 

He was getting more excited every second. 

"Oh, mom," he panted, "you don't know how good that feels to me. Oh, yes. I 
like that. Oh, ah, yes, yes. That's really nice." 

She had sucked it back to life now. 

"Darling," she suggested, "how would it be if I straddle fucked you?" 

"Straddle fucked?" he asked, "what's that, mom?" 

"Well, I do all the work, honey," she said, "and you get all the pleasure. 
You see I throw my legs around your legs, and then I slide down on your 
prck. All at once you'll feel it rising higher and higher into my pussy. 
I'll really give it to you." 

"Okay," he said, "if you want to do it, but I'm not going to put any work 
into it. You get it off." 

"Cooperate with me, darling," she said, "you haven't got a nice attitude." 

"Oh, yes, I have," he insisted. 

She threw her legs over him and he gripped the tool in his hand and helped 
her. 

"That's it," she said, "slide it in me." 

He glided into her and once he was inside her cunt, she went to town. 

"How do you like it?" she said, "I'm riding you, baby. Riding you good." 

He loved it. He was amazed how effectively his mother could do it to him. 

"Oh, sweetheart," he told her, "that feels so good. Oh yes, I dig that." 

The pleasure was building now every second. 

"Such a precious moment to me, darling," she said, "I've waited all night 
for you to come back. Where were you?" 

"What's it to you?" he said, "can't I have any privacy?" 

"You don't need to bite my head off, son," she said as she went on gliding 
up and down his rod. 

"Oh, wow!" she said, as the waves of erotic delight swept over her as she 
continued pumping up and down on his cock. 

"Oh," he gasped excitedly, "does that ever feel good. Oh, yes, yes!" 

It wouldn't stop now every moment was becoming more enchanting. 

"Fuck," he gasped excitedly, "fuck it. That's it. Grab it with your cunt. 
Oh, ah, yes, yes. I love it." 

He did love it and she was enjoying giving it to him. 

"Oh," he gasped excitedly, "fuck me, mom. Fuck me. That's the way I like it. 
Keep fucking. Faster. Ohh, ahh, yes yes!" 

The pleasure was building every moment as she pumped up and down on his rod, 
he looked at her breasts. He played with them. 

"What a pair of tits you've got," he told her, "Oh, yes, I love playing with 
them." 

She was enjoying it now and so was he. 

"Fuck me," she gasped excitedly, "fuck. Oh, yes. Give it to me. Fuck, baby, 
fuck." 

The sensational screwing was building to a climax and every second he was 
becoming more excited. 

"Ohh, ahh, yes, yes! That's wild. Oh, baby, I love that." 

He was going out of his mind with dizzy delight now. 

"Screw it," she said, "screw it baby. Oh, ah, yes, yes, that's what I need!" 

Her hot tongue slid inside and the two of them locked in love. Their bodies 
were sweating and trembling as they went on pushing against each other. 

"Keep it up," she said, "Oh, yes, keep it going. Fuck baby, fuck." 

He rammed it in as far as he could get it and she loved it. 

"Oh,, yes, honey, give me a good ass fucking." 

Harder and harder his tool drove into her. Every second he was becoming more 
turned on and excited. 

"That's it," he told her, "twist your ass, mom. Oh, I love it. Beautiful." 

His fingers reached around for her breasts. Now he was really going to town. 

"Screw me," she begged, "screw me." 

Every second he got more excited. 

"Oh, ah, yes, yes, baby, that's what I dig." 

The hot activity was bringing her to a scorching climax. She loved the feel 
of his hands on her nipples. The nipples were becoming erect as the prick 
dug in there. 

"Fuck," he gasped eagerly, "that's it, fuck me. Fuck, mom. Fuck." 

The wild passionate pleasure they were giving each other was even surpassing 
that that he had a while back with Laura. It bothered him to think he 
enjoyed screwing mom more than anybody. 

"Just you and me, baby," she said quickly, "that's all it takes. Just the 
two of us together and we can really turn on. Oh, darling, isn't this 
fantastic?" 

Their continued activity was bringing him to a screeching climax. He knew 
that his juices would explode in her ass in a minute or two. 

"Oh, honey," she said, "slow down. Make it last. Yes. Slow and steady. Oh, 
yes. Keep that cock going. Harder, honey. Faster!" 

He was coming periliously close to climax. She could hardly stand it. Nor 
could he. 

"Oh, fuck me," he begged, "fuck me mom. Oh, yes, twist your ass for me. 
That's good. Grab it with your ass muscles." 

She gripped his tool tight in her ass, and he slammed it in. He felt the 
balls jiggling against her behind. Every second electrified him with waves 
of pleasure. 

"Oh," he gasped eagerly, "I love it. Oh, baby, that's beautiful. Oh, ah, 
yes, yes!" 

The pleasure was building to such a pitch that he could hardly stand it, nor 
could she. 

"Oh," he gasped excitedly, "I made it." 

The hot juices were streaming into her ass. 

She twisted around as he finished it off. 

When he finally did drag his prick out of her, it was dripping with cum. 

"Oh, sweetheart," she said, "you can't imagine how much fun this has been to 
me. You really are a marvelous lover." 

"I'm glad mom," he told her, "I'm glad I could please you. Now let me get 
some sleep." 

Sleep wouldn't come for her. She had to talk. 

"Son," she suggested, "couldn't you and I leave dad. Dad can't give me any 
good screws. Sure he pays the bills, but he'd have to pay the bills even if 
I divorced him. I would love to have us go away and have a new life." 

"Where could we go?" he asked her. 

"New York City," she said, "we could get lost there. People don't know their 
neighbors next door there. It would be wonderful, sweetheart. Oh, let's go 
to New York." 

For a moment he thought about it. New York, Times Square, flashing lights. 
It did seem like a wonderful idea. 

"Yes," he said, "that might be fun. But mom could we really run away from 
ourselves?" 

"We never can run away from ourselves," she admitted, "but we could have a 
wonderful time with each other. And like I said people in New York are so 
impersonal. People next door don't even know each other. I had a friend, 
Lucille, who lived there years ago. She loved it. She said she could have 
all the lovers she wanted as long as she was discreet about it." 

"A hooker, huh?" he asked. 

"No, not a hooker," she said, "just a girl who liked to do a lot of living. 
She used to be my best girl friend." 

"So you palled around with a real sweet girl who liked to play around a 
lot." 

"Now, don't knock her," she said, "she is dead and gone years ago. Someone 
beat her to death in a hatchet murder. No doubt someone she picked up." 

"What an awful end," he said, "why do you even bring her up?" 

"Well, I was just thinking of New York and all," she said, "it certainly 
wasn't to cause you any pain dear." 

"Well, I'm getting a pain in the ass, mom," he said, "I'm tired." 

"Maybe, I should ball your ass, honey," she suggested slyly. 

"Leave me alone, mom," he objected. 

"Why not let me slam it in there a minute or two," she smiled. 

"Oh, mom, No." 

No matter how he objected, she still set about looking for the dildo and 
seconds later, she put it on. The flesh colored straps went well with her. 
And he looked and admired her. 

"You look real nice mom. But I don't know if I want that big old dildo 
driving in my ass or not." 

"Why don't you do this dear," she suggested with a sly smile, "I'll lie down 
on the bed. Then, you can slide your ass down over the dildo. You can get it 
in there just as it's comfortable for you. I won't be forcing anything into 
you or on you." 

"Alright," he agreed, "that might be fun." 

He picked up the butter and peeled back the wrapper and used some of the 
butter to grease the dildo. Now he straddled her. 

"Slide," she smiled, "slide down darling." 

He slid down and he got it up his ass-hole. 

"That's what you call giving someone the shaft," she laughed. 

"I know mom," he said, "now fuck and I'll pump my meat." 

Sure enough as she fucked this way he got a big hard on. 

"Isn't this fun, honey," she said, "just doing what comes naturally." 

"Some people might say it was a little unnatural." 

"Who are they?" she said, "the normal people who have killed over 50 million 
peoples in wars in the last 50 years." 

"Look, mom," he said, "I don't want to debate you about how many people got 
killed in which war. I just want to get my rocks off. Okay?" 

"Okay, son," she said with a smile, "fuck away." 

He was getting pretty good at it even though his ass muscles felt a little 
bit sore with that dildo. Nevertheless, the butter helped a lot. 

"Oh, fuck it," he gasped excitedly, "fuck me mom. Fuck me. Oh, yes. That's 
beautiful. Keep fucking. Faster, like that!" 

The pleasure was building now and he was enjoying it. 

"Do it," she begged him, "do it, baby. Do it." 

Faster and faster she rode into him. And it was becoming more exciting for 
him every second. 

"Oh," she gasped excitedly, "that is wild, baby. Yes, yes. I love it." 

The pleasure built and every second he enjoyed it more. His hand was pumping 
on his prick and he knew he would make it soon. 

"Pull it faster," she urged. 

Suddenly, the sperm exploded in his hand. With the shaft going in his ass 
and his own hand bringing himself to climax, he was indeed in a state of 
sexual ecstasy. 

"That was quite a fuck off," he told her. "I enjoyed it." 

"So did I darling," she said, "how many moms can make their sons that 
happy?" 

It was a curious question, one that he didn't care to answer. He was a 
little too embarrassed, as he slid off the dildo. 

 CHAPTER SEVEN 

Saturday night came and Frank could hardly wait for it. He decided that he 
would take along the dildo that his mother had used on him. He thought that 
would really be a turn on if he used two dildos at the same time. However, 
his mother was on his tail. She informed him that even though his father had 
come home the previous night, he said that he was tied up with business 
Saturday night. 

"Where do you think he's going?" Frank asked his mother. 

"No doubt to get his prostate massaged," she said. 

"A prostate massage?" he asked curiously, "now why does daddy do that." 

"To help him," she said, "sometimes he can achieve climax when someone rubs 
his prostate just right." 

"Would you illustrate, mom?" he asked her. 

"Why yes darling," she agreed, "if you want me to." 

She slid her finger in his ass-hole. And, then, she proceeded, "however," 
she said, "if you will get in the bed dear I could do a better job of it." 

They went into the bedroom and getting on the bed she said, "I can't go on 
like this. It was alright in the other room, to slide my hand down under 
your shorts and do it, love. But it just won't work unless you take off all 
of your clothes." 

"Well, I don't like to do that mom," he said, "I've got a date." 

She looked at him as her face turned crimson. 

"Who with?" she asked in a low tantalizing voice. 

"None of your business, mom," he told her. 

"I'm sorry." 

"So am I," she said, "I think a mother has a right to know where her 
16-year-old is going." 

"You're one to talk about rights," he said, "what right have you to ask me 
anything about my sex life? All you've done is try to warp me every way you 
knew how," 

With tears streaming down her face she sobbed, "I'm sorry Frank. I didn't 
mean to, darling." 

"Well, let me be free tonight if you don't mind," he said, "let me have a 
little fun for once in my life. Do you mind?" 

She looked at him tensely and he looked at her quickly. 

"No, I don't mind," she said, "do you still want me to illustrate that 
massage your father loves to get, I will." 

"Alright," he said. 

Slowly he removed his garments, however the atmosphere was tense and thick 
with heavy emotion. She was feeling crushed, and he was feeling fastened to 
her. When he finally was naked and stretched out on the bed, he said, "Is 
this the way I should be?" 

"Yes, darling," she said, "part your legs just a little so mother can slide 
her finger in your ass-hole. That is where the prostate gland is." 

"Oh, that feels funny," he said as she slowly slid her finger in there. 

"Well it's good for you," she said, "it keeps that gland in good working 
order. This gland controls shooting the sperm. Your father apparently has 
some difficulty there. These girls know how to do things with their fingers 
and tongues that turn him on." 

"Well, why couldn't he get you to do it for him mom?" Frank asked not quite 
able to grasp why his mother and father couldn't have anything sexually to 
do with each other. 

"No," she said sadly, "we haven't lived as man and wife in years. A long 
time ago we just discovered that we weren't meant for each other and we just 
quit having sex together." 

"Oh, I'm sorry to hear that," he said sadly, "I really am mom." 

"Don't think anything of it darling," she said, "that's the way it is." 

She went on massaging his ass and he loved it. 

"You can suck me if you want to mom," he told her. 

"Alright darling," she said. 

Bending over she brushed her breasts across his chest. He loved the feeling 
of them. However, he knew that if she were naked it would feel better. 

"Mom," he said, "would you like to take off your clothes. I think I'd like 
to feel your beautiful breasts." 

"Alright," she said. 

Quietly she slid out of her things. When she was down to her panties and bra 
he turned and smiled. 

"Don't you look juicy," he grinned. 

"Do I dear?" she asked. 

"Yes, mom you do." 

He helped her out of her panties, and she unfastened her bra. He kissed her 
vagina. 

"What a sweet kiss," she said, "your father used to kiss me like that when 
we were first married, of course." 

Now she bent over and began massaging him some more. 

"Oh, I like those tits brushing on my ass," he said, "that is real smooth 
mom." 

She continued playing with him like this. And he was more and more excited 
every moment. 

"Oh, keep that up," he said. "I love that." 

Now she was sliding her finger in his ass-hole. He loved that too. 

"Oh, keep that up, mom," he told her eagerly, "I love that. Oh, yes. Keep 
doing that." 

Her finger traveled higher up his ass-hole and every second he was getting 
more excited. 

"Do that mom," he begged, "do that. Oh, yes. Ride your finger in there." 

Higher and higher the finger was traveling and every second he was becoming 
more tense, more pleased and excited. 

"Oh," he gasped excitedly, "you don't know how good that feels to me. Oh, 
yes, I love that." 

Now he was filled with burning desire. He knew that he shouldn't continue 
this as he had two women to take care of later. 

"Sweetheart," she said sadly, "should we have sex before you go out?" 

Turning he flipped his body in front of her. She saw the giant sized dick. 
She clasped it in her hand. 

"No, mom," he objected, "I've got to save it." 

"For who?" she said looking at him angrily. 

"For another woman," he said, "you've got to learn to share." 

She was so angry now that her fingernails were squeezing into his cock. 

"Take your hands off me mom," he objected, "you're hurting me." 

"Don't think you're not hurting me son," she said tightly. "You're hurting 
me a hell of a lot. I can never forgive you." 

He was becoming more uptight every minute. 

"Oh," he said sadly, "you're hurting me." 

She released her grip on his tool and then she bent over. 

"Can't you see mom," he said, "I want to save my sperm. 

"Honey, can't I have anything to do with you," she begged. 

"Well, I'll tell you what you can do," he said, "you can let me suck you. I 
want to save my juice but if you want to throw your legs around my head and 
I'll suck you off." 

"Oh, darling, you don't know how much it would mean to me to have your 
tongue in me." 

Saying no more, she straddled his head and slowly she moved her pussy to his 
mouth. His hands gripped her buttocks and his tongue went out. She wadded up 
a pillow and placed it behind his head so that he could have a better 
vantage point. The hot tongue traveled over her slit in eager movements. 

"Oh, suck me," she begged her son, "suck mama's pussy. Yes, honey. Yes, suck 
me." 

His hands went over her smooth behind as his tongue went to town in her 
twat. He quickly licked the linings of her vagina. How she loved to feel the 
tongue licking away 

"Sweetheart," she said, "you do it just right. I can't understand how you 
got the hang of it so quickly. You are a born lover. Oh, yes, suck me. Suck 
mama's pussy." 

His tongue flicked across her clitoris. 

"That's it," she gasped excitedly, "the love button. Do it here honey." 

He kept his tongue lashing away at her clitoris. She was becoming so excited 
now that she was trembling. 

"Oh I love this," he panted, "it's wild. Oh, mom you're a turn on." 

"Sweetheart," she said sadly, "I guess that's all I am. A turn on for your 
emotions." 

He went back to licking her there. How she loved it. 

"Darling," she panted, "could you lick mom's ass-hole too?" 

He nodded and pulled his tongue out of her twat. Now she pulled forward. He 
pulled her ass to his face. Then he let his tongue lash in there. 

"Oh suck my ass," she begged eagerly, "suck ass, suck ass. Oh, ah, that's 
what I want baby. Suck. Suck ass!" 

The hot tongue swept into the ass-hole. Every second she loved it more. 

"Keep doing it darling," she begged, "Oh, ah, yes, darling, yes. Yes. That's 
what I love. Suck ass." 

The pleasure was increasing every second. 

"Eat me," she urged, "eat my pussy." 

Hastily he pulled his tongue out of her ass-hole. The tongue traveled up the 
length of her slit. Then he stabbed it. 

"Oh, right on," she gasped, as she surged forward. The wings of sexual 
ecstasy swept through her, as his hot tongue flapped inside her. 

"Eat me," she begged him greedily, "suck me. Suck my cunt! Oh, ahh, yes, 
darling. Suck mama's cunt." 

He kept his tongue doing this until she juiced. Then he plugged his mouth 
in. He wouldn't move until he finished eating her. 

"Oh," she gasped excitedly, "that was wild baby. I loved it." 

The delicious sensations that flooded her being as her son sucked her twat 
eclipsed any other sex she had ever had. Now he had finished her. When he 
pulled his tongue out of her and smiled at her, she said, "I loved it. It 
was beautiful." 

She got up off the bed and begged him to tell her where he was going. 

"Where are you going son?" she demanded. 

Frank thought it best not to say a word. He picked up his shorts which were 
on the floor and got into them. Then he got into his pants. All the time she 
watched him. 

"Tell me," she said, "I've got a right to know. I'm more than a mom. I'm a 
lover too." 

Frank didn't say another word. He knew it was useless. When he finished 
dressing, he went outside and then he walked down the street. He walked with 
a heavy heart. He didn't like to hurt his mother, but he knew that he had to 
grow up. This was the only way he knew how. When he got to the home of Mrs. 
Parker he was happy to see her sitting in the window. He walked up to the 
door and she answered it quickly. There was another woman in the room that 
he could see. She didn't look like a bad sex object either. 

"Good evening Mrs. Parker," he smiled. 

"Well good evening Frank," she grinned. Behind her he saw beautiful Maxine. 
She was a stunning-looking redhead with green eyes and fair skin. She was 
wearing a filmy green dress that complimented her body. Fortunately, it 
wasn't so long that he couldn't get a good look at her legs. 

"Hi, there," she said. 

"Hi Maxine," he greeted her. 

They sat inside and then Laura Parker was prompted to pull the shades. 

"Why did you cover the window?" he chuckled. 

"You know why," she said, "people will talk. Not that we aren't going to 
give them plenty to talk about, but I just don't want them talking." 

"I read you," he said. 

She locked the door and made sure all the other doors in the house were 
locked. Then she suggested rather cagily, "Why don't we begin by just taking 
off our clothes?" 

"Well, that would be fun," Maxine said, "but 

I would need something to drink. It makes me nervous and fidgity to be naked 
before people." 

"I'm not people," he laughed, "I'm just a stud." 

"That's what I mean," she laughed nervously, "it would make me nervous as 
hell." 

"Don't feel nervous," he insisted. 

As he talked his voice quivered with emotion. 

"I'd like to see those beautiful knockers of yours," he told Maxine. 

"Would you really?" she smiled, "it's been quite a long time since anyone 
has said something like that to me." 

"That's too bad," he said, "look what the world has been missing." 

"I like to hear you talk that way," she smiled at him. 

"You know baby," he told her, "I would love to get my tongue going to town 
on you." 

Their eyes locked. Then he walked over to her. 

"Baby," he said quite quickly, "I want to really have a good time with you. 
I want to feel you. I want to feel you with my tongue, with my hands. Feel 
you with my dick." 

"Well, well," Laura laughed, as she came back into the room from getting the 
liquor. "It seems that you two have really become very cozy." 

"He wants to see me naked," Maxine said, "but I don't know as I'm ready to 
strip." 

"You will be after one of these drinks dear," she said, "I fixed you a 
Singapore Sling. That's your favorite, isn't it?" 

"Yes," Maxine said, "my husband and I used to get them in Pago Pago." 

"Are you from Pago Pago?" Frank asked curiously. 

"No," she said, "but my husband was stationed near there and I visited him 
once and we took a flight over to Pago Pago. I'll never forget the wild 
night of sex we had there. That was the first time I was introduced to 
having it with two men." 

"Did you like it?" Laura asked, with a smile on her face. 

"I loved it," she answered. 

"Where's my drink?" Frank asked. 

"Well, there's your Coke," she said, "the last time you were here I only had 
a I-Up. Now there's a Coke." 

"I don't want a Coke," he said, "I want some liquor." 

"Put some Rum in it," Maxine suggested. 

"Is that a good combination?" Frank asked. 

"It's delicious," Maxine said, "that was another drink that Ted and I used 
to like. We used to have those Rum and Coke-a-Colas while looking at the 
sunset in the .Pacific. It was so beautiful." 

"I envy you," Frank said, "I've never been anywhere." 

"Well you will travel a lot darling," she said, "you're still a young boy. 
You're 16 or is it 17?" 

"16 going on 17," he smiled, "but I'm as well hung as any man." _ 

"Are you really," Maxine asked a bit nervously. 

Rising up he unzipped his fly and pulled out his cock. As it stood there 
proud, gleaming and long, her lips watered. 

"You are well hung," she said, "you really are. Hurry up and drink that Rum 
and Coke and then we will have sex." 

Laura handed him the drink and he drank it quickly. 

"Oh, that was good," he said, "mix me another one." 

"I don't care to get you drunk darling," she said quietly, "if you get too 
loaded you won't be able to get your prick going." 

"Can alcohol affect the cock?" he asked. 

"Sure darling," she laughed, "that always was the trouble with Charles. He 
loved to drink and then he would try to screw. And boozing and screwing 
don't always mix darling." 

"She's telling you the truth," Maxine said, "that used to happen with Ted 
and me. Ted would get too many Singapore Slings and he couldn't sling me a 
thing." 

"Well," he told both women, "I don't think a couple of drinks would bother 
my balls much. Mix me another." 

"Alright," she agreed, "you're becoming a fast alcoholic. Instant 
alcoholism." 

Maxine laughed. Maxine was feeling no pain ,now. 

"You still want me to take off my clothes, darling?" she smiled. 

"I can't wait," he said. 

She got to her feet and began stripping. He loved the sight of her. As her 
clothes were peeled off, he felt himself getting harder and harder. 

"What a body baby," he told her excitedly. "Oh, yes, you've really got a 
shape." 

He was getting more excited every minute and so was she. 

"Oh, honey," he told her, "I can't wait to love you." 

When she came to her panties, he really got a load. 

"Oh, those crotchless panties are too much," he said licking his lips. 

"Aren't they though?" Laura smiled. "I told you that you would like Maxine. 
She has a lot on the ball." 

"And I've got a lot of balls," he chuckled, "for her." 

"I haven't seen your nuts," she said, "why don't you let it all hang out?" 

"As you like it," he said reaching in and fishing out his big balls. Now he 
was turning on all the way. 

"Want me to give you a fast suck?" Laura smiled. 

"No, let me," Maxine objected, "I haven't had a good cock suck in a long 
time. You had him just a couple of days ago." 

"I don't see why you both can't be happy with me?" he smiled. "Let's go into 
the bedroom and take off all our clothes and you can suck, my prick while 
she sucks ass." 

"Do you suck ass?" Maxine asked her girl friend Laura. 

"Well, I have ever since Frank taught me," she said, "and I guess it isn't a 
bad thing to do. He does it to you if you do it to him. Don't you Frank?" 

"Right on," he said, "that is what I call democratic sex." 

"Okay," she said, "I believe in democracy." 

They went into the bedroom and it wasn't long before the three of them were 
naked on the bed. The idea of doing his ass didn't exactly appeal to Maxine. 
She was delighted that she could have his dick. 

"What position should I get in," he smiled. "An indecent position," Laura 
laughed. He got on all fours. 

"That's a good position," she smiled, "certainly is. I'll pull your prick to 
me on this angle, and she can do it from the other angle." However, after a 
moment or two they switched positions. Now Maxine was under him and he was 
feeding her his cock. The next moment Laura was mounting his ass and burying 
her face there. Soon he was getting it from both angles. This is really 
living it up, he thought to himself. He slid his cock into Maxine's mouth. 
Instantly he watched her lips clasp it, then as the shaft slid in and out, 
he panted, "Suck. Suck it Maxine, baby, suck it. Oh yes, you're doing a 
beautiful job. You'll be my favorite cock sucker if you keep this up." 

The hot tongue of Laura was sliding into his ass faster and faster now. He 
was really excited and so was she. 

"Oh, keep it going, that's wild," he told her, "yes, yes, baby, I like 
that." 

Faster and faster the hot tongue rode in there. He was really excited as the 
two women went to town. He liked to watch Maxine suck. She put a lot of 
feeling and passion into it. 

"Oh do it," he told her, "Oh, yes, do it. Baby do it lick it. Just like 
that, now you're doing it. Ohh, ahh, yes, yes, baby. Isn't it beautiful!" 

The long tool slid into her mouth and she reached up to play with his balls. 
He loved the feel of her fingertips massaging his balls. 

"Suck me," he begged her, "suck me. Oh, ah, yes, baby yes, that's what I 
dig. Keep sucking." 

Every moment of it was pleasing to him and then he watched it as it went 
down her throat. 

"Let me throat fuck you darling," he told her. "Let me do that." 

As he throat fucked he felt his ass being sucked with intense licks. He 
loved the way she slid her tongue all the way in there as if she was going 
to lose it. 

"That's the way to do it," he said, "eat ass, Oh, yes, that's what I like. 
You're giving me a lot of pleasure. Yes, baby, that's it. You're advancing 
on my rear. Just the way I like it." 

The remarkable tongue went to town. She was following his every movement. 

"Suck ass," he told her. "Eat my ass-hole!" 

It was a ticklish affair to have two women doing him. One might get jealous 
of the other. However, he was quite sure that it wouldn't be that way. Both 
of them seemed to be enjoying it equally. He wanted to give them both a 
wonderful time. 

"Oh, baby," he panted, as Maxine grabbed his balls roughly. "Eat me. Eat it 
baby, go after it." 

Every moment he was enjoying it more. He knew that it wouldn't be much 
longer before he got his gun off. 

"Oh, honey, that's it, baby. I love it." 

The hot juicy prick was about to explode. He was trembling with emotion as 
his ass sizzled with the suck. 

"Eat it," he told her, "Oh, this is a high time. Suck, suck the juices out." 

Suddenly, the hot cum splashed out of his meat. Her mouth got a load. 

"Oh, ah, yes, baby yes. Oh, that's what I dig." 

Now he was really excited. 

"Oh, baby," he panted excitedly, "what a time of it. Oh, yes, I love it." 

The delicious excitement that surged through his body had him trembling. He 
could hardly wait for more action. Even though she had finished sucking him, 
she was still doing it. 

"It tickles," he protested. "Take your mouth off it." She reluctantly slid 
her mouth off it. 

Just as she slid her mouth off, a blinding flash of light forced them all to 
shut their eyes. 

"What was that?" Louise demanded, putting her hand over her face to shield 
herself from the light. 

"Just taking some nice pictures for your husband's photo album," a rough 
voice chuckled. 

"That ought to do it!" 

Wheeling around swiftly, the man disappeared, and Louise suddenly realized 
what had happened. 

"What was that all about?" Maxine asked curiously. 

"That damnable husband of mine is back of it," Louise snapped indignantly. 
"This is his way of getting custody of Frank-" 

Once the shock had disappeared, Louise began sobbing her heart out. Frank 
tried to console her. 

"Take it easy, Mom," he begged her. "It isn't as bad as all that-" 

Maxine thought it was funny and began laughing. 

"He would have to catch us in the act," she chuckled. "The bastard always 
was cagey-I hope I don't get drawn into this triangle of you, Frank and 
Charlie." 

Raising her head, and looking at Maxine through tear-stained eyes, she 
panted, "Selfish bitch-all you can think about is your own hide. What about 
me and Frank?" 

Maxine lit a cigarette and laughed, "What about it, honey,? You molested 
him-I guess you got caught up with-" 

"You molested him too," Louise shrieked. "Don't you put your self-righteous 
finger at me, slut!" 

"Look who's talking," Maxine laughed, "A woman is not only molesting a young 
boy but doing it with her own son-" 

"Don't you talk that way to my mother," Frank protested. 

"Forget it. mother-fucker," she smiled smugly, "I'm cutting out of here and 
fast-I don't want to be involved when this goes to court-" 

"You will be," Louise told her bluntly. 

"Sure," she said grimly, "but it won't be half as bad as your involvement. 
Screwing your own son is sick! Don't you know that?" 

Her brutally frank words hit Louise between the eyes. She was stunned into 
silence, for she knew all too well Maxine had told her the truth, and her 
passionate affair with her son was coming to a swift and terrible 
conclusion. 


THE END
