Mama's Young Son
by Peter Ryan
(MOM-150)


FOREWORD 

The family unit represents the fabric that holds society together. Today 
statistics reveal that one out of three marriages ends in divorce. Thus, the 
family unit becomes a tragic contributing factor to the disintegration of 
our overall society. For this society to remain strong, so must the family 
unit. But there are stumbling blocks to a perfected society. 

It isn't just the drug and rock culture of the youth. Nor is it the crime 
statistics which make people shudder at the thought of a night-walk through 
the downtown section of most major American cities. The problem goes deeper 
than this. 

In the frustrations of coming to terms with what is right, and what is wrong 
in sex-some disillusioned individuals have lost the way. They've taken 
sexual liberty as sexual license to do nearly anything that occurs to their 
warped minds. 

Certainly an adult having sexual relations with a minor is a most offensive 
manifestation of this defunct moral code some would have us embrace. They 
argue, anything is alright if it produces pleasure. 

Our focus in this work, is on the highly offensive act of incest. It deals 
with a mother who molested her own son for sexual delight. 

Step by step, the young lad was seduced into sex with her, until he no 
longer needed seduction-for he wanted it as badly as she did. 

However, too late he learned the hard way, that such a triangle-can and does 
end in tragedy for all concerned. 

This work illustrates, in graphic detail, the decay of one family's moral 
fabric. It shows that we as a society must be constantly aware of changing 
life styles. For only by confronting, and understanding a problem, may we 
solve it. 

-The Publishers 

 CHAPTER ONE 

As Brad pulled the sweater off his girlfriend Carol, he got a close look at 
her well-formed bare bosoms. He could hardly wait to press his mouth against 
them and begin licking. 

But for now, he marveled at their full, round beauty, letting his tongue 
gently lick at the nipples, while he began unfastening her skirt. 

He was making such loud sucking sounds that his mother, who was sound asleep 
in her bedroom, was awakened. At first, she couldn't determine what the 
sound was. Quietly slipping out of bed, she tiptoed down the hall. 

Just as Brad was pulling Carol's panties down, she saw him sucking on her 
bosoms. At first, she was so outraged she wanted to barge into the living 
room and register her feelings. However, she suddenly felt herself becoming 
fascinated. 

"Oh, Brad," the hot young girl panted, "You're too much! I-I can't stand 
it!" 

Brad was slipping his mouth from her ivory breasts down to her creamy 
thighs, and every pubic hair of her fur-trimmed triangle fascinated him. He 
wanted to touch it, to taste it, to lick and love her there. Carol wasn't 
putting up much resistance now, and Brad was glad for that, as he let his 
tongue lightly brush along her mound. 

Now, with his face buried in her crotch, he let his tongue lick switfly back 
and forth; her legs writhed in sexual ecstasy, and Carol reached down to 
guide him. 

The aroma of her pussy ignited Brad's hot tongue which passionately pumped 
into her hot box. His hands gripped her thighs, grasping her firmly. 

His mother watched, and envied the young girl. She wished it was her pussy 
being invaded by Brad's insistent tongue. She craved the caresses of his 
sweeping tongue movements inside her vagina. 

"Love me-love me," Carol panted, "lick me--eat me--suck me..." 

Her body was turning and twisting so much now it was making it difficult for 
Brad's surging tongue to stay inside her mound. 

"Eat my pussy," she panted, as he clutched her writhing ass cheeks. 

Watching him going down on her added to the pleasure she felt, and she could 
hardly control her groans of delight, as Brad tongued her hot hole. 

"Suck my juicy pussy," she panted, "eat me--eat my cunt!" It upset Brad's 
mother to hear Carol use dirty-talk to ignite her son into action. It was 
disturbing to her and she wanted to burst into the living room and pull her 
son off the sofa where he was tongue-jabbing the teen-age girlfriend. She 
didn't dare! Something held her back. Something instinctive that told her 
that it would be dangerous to do anything of the sort at this moment. 

"Oh, ahh-I'm coming-I'm coming," the young girl panted, as she pumped her 
pussy farther into Brad's face. His tongue went on lapping up her pussy 
juices as he finished eating her hot mound. 

Strangely, the hot-blooded mother felt herself juicing at the same instant. 
Placing her hand on her vagina, she could feel the moisture surfacing. 
Turning around, she quietly crept back down the hall to her bedroom, 
silently opening the door, and slipping into bed. 

In the meantime, her son wasn't finished. He'd completed only part of the 
act, and was determined to get his rocks off the way he wanted to. Flipping 
his tongue out of her pussy, he licked his lips. 

"Now, baby," he said, "Here comes the big treat! You know you want it..." 

Instantly, Carol covered her vagina with her hands. 

"No, Brad, please no," she pleaded, "You got what you wanted!" 

Holding her hands tightly over her pussy, she vowed she wouldn't give in. 
But, Brad was equally determined she wouldn't deny him total satisfaction. 

"I gave you your kicks," he complained, as he slid out of his pants, "And 
you better take care of me-understand?" 

As she looked at him standing there with his bulging crotch, she instantly 
understood. The outline of his enormous male member pressed at the tight 
nylon material of his shorts. It was easy for her to see he was turned-on, 
as his hand proudly traced the outline of his cock. 

"How big is that thing of yours?" she said, pressing her hands tighter 
against her dripping pussy. 

"Long enough to take care of your cunt," he smiled proudly. 

Just then, he pulled his shorts down revealing his throbbing, veined penis. 
He let his right hand gingerly slide up and down the length of his cock, 
trying to entice her. Cupping his balls with his left hand, he nodded, 
"There's plenty of action in my pecker, just spread those beautiful legs, 
baby-and I'll fuck the hell out of you." 

Carol gazed at Brad's cock, as if hypnotized. 

She'd been screwed in the back seats of more cars than she cared to count. 
And she'd given an occasional blow-job in the front seat, but this was the 
first time she was looking at the male member in the light, and it 
fascinated her-from the tip of the huge pecker, to the balls that seemed to 
support it. 

"Want to lick it first?" he said, moving in on his prey. 

Carol's eyes clouded with misty desire as she looked at the cock move 
closer. Waving it like a serpent in front of her eyes, Brad reached out, 
grasped her head, and pulled her closer to his pecker. 

"Don't be afraid ... it won't bite," Brad said, fitting his penis into 
Carol's open mouth. Her lips gently fastened around it, as she sucked him 
in. Brad enjoyed the sensation enormously, and as she vigorously worked her 
tongue, teeth and lips over the head of his penis shaft, he became 
concerned. He didn't want to shoot off in her mouth, he wanted to shove it 
up her tight twat, and prove what a pistol he was in her pussy. 

"Better stop now," he told her, as the erotic waves of sensuous delight 
swept over him, almost consuming him as her lust drove him closer to climax. 

Reluctantly, she released his penis, and her eyes still focused on the slick 
cock, with the appealing big balls. 

"Sometime I'll let you eat me," Brad promised, "But now, Carol, I want to 
fuck your cunt." 

Carol spread for him on the sofa as he mounted her. She loved the exciting 
touch of his penis-head, brushing over her pussy, and she could hardly wait 
for that moment of moments when he'd drive it into her. 

"Fuck me," she begged her young lover, "I want it, Brad, every fucking inch 
of it-shove it into me!" 

Brad wasted no time in accommodating her request. With lusty desire, he 
drove his cock into her cunt and rode her. He felt her pussy muscles pulling 
on his penis, sucking him deeper and deeper into her clutching womanhood. 
The warmth of her vagina, the tight tug on his dick, the excitement he felt 
as her hot hands played about his pumping buttocks had him more stimulated 
than he'd ever been before. 

"Keep it up," she panted, "Way in-Ohhhh, I like it when you slide it all the 
way in. Just like that! Keep it up, honey. Ohhh, yes, yes!" 

Carol was turned-on now, waiting with lusty desire for that fantastic moment 
when he'd explode inside her. She squeezed his ass cheeks, pinching them as 
the pleasure almost overcame her. 

"Oh, ahh, yes, yes, keep it up," she pleaded, "I can't stand it. Now, you're 
fucking. All the way! Just like that! I love it. Fuck me, fuck me hard, fuck 
me, baby-fuck me!" 

Carol's loud, impassioned cries, brought an immediate response from Brad's 
mother. Turning and twisting in a vain effort to get some sleep, she finally 
leaped out of bed. She'd had about all she could take of such nonsense. Even 
though her husband George had told her he'd rather have Brad bed down with 
chicks in their own home rather than in the backseat of an old jalopy, she 
thought tonight was going too far. She got out of bed, slipped into a robe 
and vowed she'd tell him off. 

Silently she opened her bedroom door, and once more tiptoed down the hall. 
She was greeted by the erotic sight of her son engaging in sex. 

Only now, he was bare ass naked, with Carol's hot hands clasping his 
buttocks he was shoving it in savagely. Diane looked at the size of her 
son's sliding tool, and she envied Carol. It was bigger than her husband's 
penis, and she only wished she Could have this one jabbing in and out of her 
now. 

"Fuck me, grab it with your pussy," he panted as he thrust the throbbing 
cock in and out of her hot, twisting vagina. 

Once more his mother felt herself becoming stimulated by the sight of her 
son riding into Carol. She couldn't help marvel at the sensational skill 
Brad displayed as he rode Carol's pussy to climax. He'd pull it out a great 
distance, and then ram it back with a fierce thrust. 

"Keep it up," he begged, "I'm almost there! Yes, yes, just one more time!" 

Carol ceased to care about anything now, but Brad's climax. She was turned 
on by the penetrating penis, and could hardly wait for the huge pecker to 
explode in her cunt. 

"Now, you're fucking," he grunted as he jabbed in to shoot his pistol high 
inside her gripping vagina. As he shot his wad, Carol felt herself gushing. 
Their sweaty bodies clung to each other in a tight embrace, as their lips 
merged in a hot kiss. 

Now, Diane, even though she was the mother of the naked lad, was almost out 
of her mind. She wanted her own son, and she wanted him desperately. For, 
his climax had triggered hers. And as she walked back to her bedroom, she 
did seeth with resentment. 

Angrily, she crossed her bedroom to her bed. But she could not sleep. 
Instead, she removed her nylon nightie, and lay there letting the crisp 
sheets caress her nude body. Her hand found her vagina, and two inserted 
fingers consoled her. 

In her mind's eye, she once more saw her son's huge penis invading the young 
girl's pussy. She saw her sen, pumping away vigorously, as the excitement 
built. 

"Fuck, fuck me," she moaned aloud, as her imagination seized her, and she 
pushed back to meet her advancing finger jabs in her juicy vagina. 

She could feel his hot eyes sweeping over her body, and she imagined what it 
Would be like to have this thick, throbbing male member driving into her 
pussy. It was a passionate moment of erotic reflection that was bringing her 
to the brink of lusty climax, as she shoved forward, and finally felt her 
own juices trickling down her inner thigh. 

"Oh, Brad, fuck-fuck," she begged her invisible lover as her imagination 
merged with her hot lusty desires for carnal knowledge of her son's sexual 
expression. 

Meanwhile, Brad and Carol had taken an auto ride. Carol was complaining, 
"you forced me tonight-and I don't like being forced to do anything." 

"The hell I did," Brad defended himself. 

Even though Carol had enjoyed herself, it bugged her to think Brad had been 
able to make her do so much on their very first date. 

"Are you trying to pretend you're some virgin or something?" Brad chuckled. 

"Just let me out," she fumed, "Stop the car and let me out!" 

"I can't," Brad told her flatly, "Some sex maniac will grab you this hour of 
night, and then you'll blame me!" 

"You think you're not a sex maniac?" Carol demanded hotly. 

"I'm getting disgusted with you," he told her frankly. "Now I'm not kidding. 
I will buzz off and leave you out here by yourself if you get me angry one 
more time!" 

Carol kept her mouth shut, but she was seething inside. Brad never said 
another word. He was so fed up with her. He'd showed her a good time and 
wasn't in the mood for her bitchiness. 

Parking the car, he let her open the door on her side by herself. She got 
out, slammed the door, and stalked up the sidewalk to her place without 
looking "back. It disgusted him to no end. He could quickly see Carol wanted 
him to assume all responsibility for their sex. This was so damned unfair he 
couldn't stomach it. It was obvious to him that she was eager to make him 
feel that he took advantage of her, but he knew how much she'd wanted him to 
screw her. 

As he drove back home, he was filled with anger and disgust. What was even 
more upsetting was the fact that he could feel his penis hardening as he 
recalled vividly the erotic thrill of seeing Carol's beautiful naked bosoms. 
He could almost taste them as he thought about nibbling on the round, erect 
nipples. 

His passion mounted as he thought about her juicy mound, and how she urged 
him on, reaching down to press him tighter to her crotch. And it got him 
uptight remembering how she begged to have him eat her pussy, and then made 
out he'd taken advantage. 

 CHAPTER TWO 

As Brad entered the house, Diane's heart pounded rapidly. How she wished she 
could have traded places with Carol, and enjoyed the intimate contact with 
him. 

All this was torturing her, as she heard him go up to his room. She was 
still stark naked and the lusty, sensual desires for satisfaction surged 
through her now as she tossed and turned on her bed. 

Finally she could stand it no longer and she decided she could find some 
measure of relief if she could speak to her handsome, young son Brad. The 
fearful desires that troubled her now tortured her mind. She knew full well 
what she wanted to do with him. She knew how eager she was to let her pussy 
lips open wide to accept his bulbous male member. She knew she could give 
him a vigorous sexual encounter with her gripping, massaging cunt. 

Slipping into a filmy blue negligee she glanced approvingly at herself in 
her floor-length mirror. She couldn't help admire the round, firm breasts 
with the erect nipples. And she let her hand sweep down to touch her still 
moist vagina, she drew a a quick, sudden breath. For in her imagination, she 
could see her own son's huge male member being inserted in her hot and eager 
hole. Deciding she might as well go upstairs and see if she could lure him 
into sex, she moved to her dresser, and picking up her most expensive 
cologne, generously sprayed the misty scent over her pussy to make it even 
more appealing. Reaching under her negligee, she massaged her breasts, 
congratulating herself on their non-sag status. 

Tweaking the nipples proudly, Diane turned away from the mirror and started 
for her son's bedroom. All the time she walked up to his quarters, she felt 
a twinge of guilt, which she lightly dismissed. After all, she reasoned, the 
cheap tart who turned her son on, could care less about him. It was another 
case of a high-school slut chalking up another fuck victory on her 
score-card. Diane knew she felt something genuine, something deep and real 
for her son. And it was this knowledge that made her so determined to go to 
her son, and see if he could share sex with her. 

As she approached the bedroom on the second floor, Brad couldn't hear her. 
For he had become so hot thinking of sucking Carol's pussy, he'd found it 
necessary to reach under the sheets, to grip his cock and pump. 

Opening the door, Diane was greeted with the erotic sight of her son Brad, 
grasping his throbbing male member, and giving it a vigorous workout. 

"Mom," he blurted, dropping his hand from his cock and pulling the sheet 
over his nakedness, "What in hell are you doing here?" 

"Did I surprise you, son?" she said, sitting down on the edge of the bed. 

"Did you ever," he admitted breathlessly, "Haven't you ever heard of 
knocking before you enter somebody's bedroom?" 

Making it a point to keep her voice low, Diane replied, "Son, I'm sorry-but 
I just couldn't get to sleep." 

Being in the same boat, Brad smiled shyly and said, "I know what you mean." 

As he looked at his mother's great breasts bathed in the moonlight filtering 
through the window near his bed, he couldn't help but feel his cock go hard. 
Glancing down to her crotch, he observed, she'd let the negligee fall open 
and the sight of her curly, blonde pussy hair fascinated him. 

Instantly, picking up his responses, Diane said, "Do I turn you on?" 

Once more Brad's eyes swept over his mother's smooth-skinned body, and he 
nodded and said, "Yes, Mom you do turn me on." 

"I'll tell you a secret, Brad," she said gently pulling back the bedclothes, 
revealing his huge, throbbing penis in a state of erection. "You turn me on 
too. When I walked in here and saw that huge pecker of yours, I almost 
wished we could have sex together." 

Deliberately masking her own desire to determine his response, she laughed. 
But Brad wasn't laughing. He was reaching. Reaching for his mother's hand to 
place on his hot cock. 

Unable to resist, Diane let him place her hand on his enormous cock. Putting 
his hand tightly around hers, he rhythmically began pulling back and forth 
on his rigid dick. 

Their eyes picked up on the sexual electricity they were feeling at this 
moment, and they both knew they were hungry for each other's body, eager to 
explore each other's most intimate areas, anxious to engage in passionate 
sex. 

Glancing down at the huge cock, Diane couldn't help but notice the crystal 
cum surfacing at the small slit at the penis head. She wanted to taste that 
delicious drop of cum more than she'd ever wanted to taste anything before 
in her life. 

When Brad removed his hand from hers, she didn't stop pulling-on his penis. 
Instead she moved over, allowing her negligee to fall open still farther, 
allowing Brad an excellent view of her body. The ivory breasts, with their 
teasing red nipples appealed to him. Reaching up with one hand, he slipped 
inside the negligee and squeezed first one breast, then the other. Diane 
trembled. 

"What's wrong. Do I frighten you, Mom?" 

"No, son," she replied. "You excite me!" 

Reaching out with her other hand, Diane cupped Brad's big balls, gently 
squeezing them. 

"Oh, I like it when you play with the balls," he told her. "That's 
it-squeeze them, Mom-play with them!" 

The pumping hand movements continued, and Diane felt hot urges spinning 
through her body. With delighted anticipation, she looked at Brad, her voice 
becoming hoarse. "Oh, son-I'd like to suck on that big cock of yours, and 
show you what I can do with my mouth!" 

"You can," Brad said, reaching up with his other hand to massage her other 
breast. "But on one condition. I get to eat your pussy if you suck my cock 
off " 

"Alright, son," Diane said softly, as she bent over to let her pink tongue 
trace over the head of the huge penis-shaft. His clear cum did taste 
delicious to her, and she could hardly wait to slip her mouth up and down 
the length of his cock. As she traveled up and down his slippery penis, the 
scent of his genitals excited her. She wanted to get a better vantage point 
from which to fel-late him, and so she slowly eased off his penis, asking, 
"Move over son. I want to get in a better position." 

"Yes, Mom," he replied huskily. "Let's go at it!" 

Brad stretched out in the middle of the bed, letting his arms spread out 
invitingly. His huge cock stood up, and she loved the sight of his curly 
pubic hair, his big balls, and even the crack in his ass ignited her. 

Stroking her tongue along his inner thighs excited him. No chick from 
high-school had ever gotten this intimate. It was this very fact that 
triggered Diane to lick and suck where no other female ever had, that 
spurred her on. 

Reaching up, she pulled a pillow down, and told him, "Rise up, honey-so I 
can slip this under your ass." 

"What for?" Brad asked, as she slipped it under his upraised buttocks. 

"You'll find out," his mother said as she crouched over her son's crotch, 
pulling on his penis with her hand, letting her tongue lick lightly over his 
big, hairy balls. But, she didn't stop there. She let her tongue slide down 
between the tempting, hairy crack in his ass. Soon her slippery tongue was 
sliding between the full ass-cheeks, and he was becoming so stimulated with 
her tongue-jabbing action that he embraced her with his thighs. She loved 
being locked in like this, and her hand continued pulling on his penis, as 
her tongue invaded his rectum. Brad's buttocks wiggled on the bed as his 
mother sucked his ass-hole. 

"Suck me-suck my ass out," Brad begged. 

Diane was delighted he had become the aggressor, and she tingled up and down 
her spine as she thrust her tongue high up his ass-hole, keeping it stiff to 
allow him the most excitement possible. 

Diane enjoyed the fact that Brad seemed so uninhibited. Often, she'd wished 
her husband had encouraged her to become so passionate. For she had always 
possessed these urges, these hot desires to try everything that could be 
tried. 

Now that she was thrusting her tongue up his tight ass-hole, and pulling on 
his pecker at the same time, she enjoyed the sight Of his balls being pulled 
up and down with the rhythmic beat of her grasping hand. 

"Oh, wow," Brad panted, "Does that ever feel good! Lick my ass, mom-suck 
me-suck my ass-hole!" 

Diane dropped his cock, and slipped both hands under his buttocks, and 
squeezed, as she persisted in her rapid-fire tongue jabs up his tight anal 
channel. 

She found it necessary to do this, as Brad was about to wiggle off the bed. 

"Oh, mom-eat my ass out-eat my ass!" 

Brad's body was trembling in a nervous sweat as she sucked on his behind. 
He'd never experienced anything like this before, and even though he'd heard 
his classmates talk about getting an ass-suck, he thought it was mostly 
talk. He couldn't imagine anyone deriving pleasure from licking anybody 
there. However, now that his own mom was eating his ass out, he was 
discovering an exciting new dimension of sexual pleasure. 

He was enjoying it to the utmost. 

"Oh, wow!" he moaned. "That's the way-lick me!" 

But soon, he noticed he was getting so horny, his cock was ready to explode, 
and he knew he'd better get her to cop her mouth over his cock or he'd shoot 
in the air, something he couldn't allow to happen. 

Slipping her tongue from his tight ass-hole, she proceeded to lick his 
balls, and moved up the penis shaft. Continuing to cup his balls in her 
hand, she let her tongue sweep over the sensitive glans portion of his 
penis. Now, she could hardly wait to take the dripping dick into her mouth 
and suck on it with lusty vigor. But, she wanted to tease and tantalize him 
until he was begging for it. 

Therefore, she lightly let her tongue lap the penis head, until Brad reached 
down to guide her over his prick, to force her down. 

Willingly, she let him push her over his penis, and suddenly she sucked on 
him. When he realized how much intensity she was putting into her mouth 
action, he had to admit Mom was giving him the best blow job of all. 

But, she didn't stop with the focus on the head of his cock. She let her 
mouth move up and down the entire length of his penis shaft. 

"Keep it up," he begged as her mouth moved up and down the length of his 
shaft. "Suck mesuck me good-real good!" 

Now, Mom's head was bobbing up and down on her son's slippery dick. And the 
balls were being worked on too. She figured he might enjoy a finger slipping 
up his ass-hole and she gently parted his ass cheeks, sliding the finger up 
his tight anal channel where her tongue had been only moments before. Sure 
enough, Brad did enjoy the invading finger pumping up his ass-hole, while 
her mouth moved energetically up and down the length of his prick. 

"Suck me-suck my prick," he panted, as he pushed his hands down harder on 
her head, determined to make her give him a super suck. 

That moment of climax was the one she was waiting for. The fantastic moment 
when she could feel his hot cream gushing into her mouth. She wasted no time 
now as she focused her mouth action on the head, creating a suction, with 
her lips tightly encasing the pulsating male member. 

"Eat me," he moaned, his ass twisting on the bed in erotic delight, as the 
sexual waves of pleasure engulfed his entire being. He rolled his head from 
side to side on the pillow as she brought him there. 

"Gobble my juice," he gasped. "Eat me Mom! Eat my pecker cream!" 

The taste of his sperm triggered her. It was a delicious sweet taste, and 
it's thickness an improvement on her husband's sperm. 

"Eat me! Swallow my sperm Mom-swallow every damned drop." 

She gladly followed his orders, thrilling to the taste of his juicy pecker 
as it poured freely into her mouth. 

"Now, now-I'll give you a double-header," he stammered, as he rammed it down 
her throat so far she thought she'd choke on cock. But, she managed to 
breathe through her nose, enjoying every sucking second of the interlude. 

"That's the way I like it," he grunted. "Yes, baby-yes-that's the way to 
suck-off!" 

It made Diane ecstatic to enjoy her son's pecker-load and he felt the same 
way. Mom had given him a suck-off such as he'd never known before. When she 
pulled off him, he brought her up to his arms, and wrapping his arms around 
her passionately proceeded to French kiss her. 

As his tongue surged inside her mouth, he could taste his own sperm. It made 
him laugh to think about it, and he pulled his tongue out of her mouth, 
making her wonder if he'd flipped out fucking her. 

"What are you laughing at?" Diane demanded. 

"I-I was just thinking, mom," he told her, "I was sucking your tongue coated 
with my cock cream." 

"Is that so funny?" 

"I-I think it is," he chuckled, "Wouldn't it be funny if you sucked my cock 
off, and held the juice in your mouth so that I could eat my own gook!" 

Again. Brad threw his head back and laughed wildly. This bothered Diane, as 
she didn't want him to loose his mind in the process of getting his rocks 
off. 

"You've got a perverse sense of humor, son," she said self righteously. 

"Maybe it's because I've got a unique Mom," he smiled. "Not every boy has a 
mom who'll blow him." 

"Don't be crude..." 

"It's true, Mom," he laughed, "You're one in a million. But that's alright, 
there's nothing wrong with you wanting to suck me off. But it does make me 
laugh, cause I'm a mother fucker, and that's what I used to call some kids 
at school. Now, by golly, I'm one of them." 

"And what does that make me?" she demanded angrily. 

"A son sucker," he chuckled. "That's easy--can't you figure that out?" 

Diane turned away for she could see her son was taking their sexual congress 
in a completely different manner than she was. To her, their connection, 
though admittedly intimate, had been an ultimate sexual experience. And in 
her secret heart, she'd hoped he'd return the compliment and lick her vagina 
to climax. 

Reaching over, Brad let his hands lightly massage her bosoms. "You are a 
great mom," he assured her. "You always said you didn't want me to grow up 
twisted! Well, I appreciate your letting me get my rocks off with chicks-and 
right at home. How many moms are that understanding?" 

"Yes," Diane replied sullenly, as she realized her own permissive attitudes 
toward sex had contributed to what had just taken place. 

"You're not happy, Mom-what's the matter? Did I taste bitter?" 

Her eyes swept back to Brad, and she allowed a small smile to form on her 
lips. 

"Brad, baby," she said softly, "I-I just love you too much. I didn't want to 
deny your body any pleasure. First, it was letting you bring girls home to 
screw-and then it came to this. I'm glad your father isn't here, as he'd get 
out his shotgun and kill us both if he knew we'd fucked together." 

"I'd kill him first," Brad said determinedly. 

Swiftly placing her hand over his mouth, she remonstrated him emphatically. 
"Oh, honey-you must never, never talk like that!" 

"But that's how I feel," Brad told her frankly. 

"I don't want you ever to say that again," she told him in no uncertain 
terms. "More murders take place because of family squabbles than any other 
way ... and it must stop!" 

"Sometimes it's worth it," he said, still smiling as his hands toyed with 
her firm, ripe bosoms. 

 CHAPTER THREE 

It bothered her to have Brad talk like that. She knew he was a passionate 
youth, and even though he was her own son, she feared the lengths his lust 
.might drive him to. 

"Mom," he smiled, "I'd like to show you what a good pussy eater I am." 

For a second Diane was tempted to tell her son she knew very well what a 
great pussy eater he was, but she refrained from mentioning anything about 
watching him eat his girlfriend. In the meantime, he let his tongue wash 
over her firm, ripe bosoms, as he focused his eyes on her vagina. The trim 
waist, coupled with her generous-sized bosoms excited young Brad's tongue 
into action. Soon, one mouth was over one breast, as his hand reached down 
to finger her snatch. 

Diane's body writhed in pleasure as his tongue swept over her erect nipple, 
and she loved the probing fingers at her pussy. 

"Love me-love me," she pleaded, "Oh, sweetheart, I want to feel your tongue 
inside me." 

Her cunt was very juicy now, and she could hardly wait to grind her hips, 
thrusting her pussy forward into his hot face, giving his tongue the pussy 
thrills it sought. 

"Suck my pussy," she panted, her body sweating with erotic desire and lust, 
"Oh Brad, honey, love your sweet mama!" 

Brad wasted no time now. He had her right whore he wanted her, and he wasn't 
going to lot go. 

His tongue swept down to her fur-trimmed triangle, and soon he was jabbing 
inside. She loved the slippery tongue sliding into her hot hole, and she 
thrilled to his teeth which were lightly nibbling at her love button. Hot 
winds raced through her body with hurricane force, as she spread her legs, 
and then wrapped them around her son's shoulders as he sucked away on her 
juicy cunt. 

Reaching down, she gripped his head, guiding him as his passion mounted. Hot 
fluids, kept too long in their buried urns were about to overflow, now as 
his darting tongue excited her as she'd never been stimulated before. 

Embraced by her hot thighs, Brad was motivated to use his tongue, lips, and 
teeth on her snatch as he'd never done before. Pressing his tongue into the 
very depths of her trembling pussy, he tasted her. 

He had to grip something now to support the shock-waves, and reaching up he 
squeezed the bosoms, and pinched the nipples, making the blood rush to their 
swollen surfaces. 

"Oh, Brad-suck my pussy-suck me-eat me," she panted in her sexual frenzy, as 
she rolled her head back and forth, reaching down now to clutch his head and 
hold him impaled over her mound. 

Brad didn't want her to explode quite yet. It was so much fun letting his 
slippery tongue slide around inside her, he feared this fantastic fireworks 
would come to an end. 

"Now, nibble my love button," she gasped, as the erotic waves splashed over 
her, and she felt herself juicing, coming in multiple orgasms, in a climax 
of climaxes. 

The hot white spray gushed into her son's hot and ready mouth. Lapping her 
up, he continued fondling her great bosoms at the same time. She loved the 
erotic sensations his ever-threshing tongue had generated in her loins. 

When Brad's slippery tongue swept out of her, she lay there as if unable to 
grasp what had happened. But, the huge cock-shaft he was pressing against 
her jolted her back to reality quickly. 

She reached down to squeeze it, and smiled at him, "You've grown up, 
baby-how long is this pecker?" 

"Long enough to fuck your cunt," he smiled. "Why don't you roll over and 
spread those legs for me and let me slide my dick in." 

His words cast a hypnotic spell over her, and it seemed she couldn't resist 
anything he was suggesting. She let her body ease over, and gently spread 
her legs. Straddling her, he smiled. "Okay, Mom-I'm going to find out how 
good you are at fucking!" 

Her breath was coming short now, and she reached out to grasp his pecker, 
pointing it directly at her hot, eager cunt. He moved forward, and slowly 
let it sink into her clutching pussy. 

"That feels so good, Mom," he smiled, "Oh, you've got a tight pussy-it isn't 
all fucked out." 

Now, he was panting and pumping and she loved the feel of his sexy, sweaty 
body on hers as he rode into her. 

"Fuck me, honey," she panted. "I want it, baby-I want every fucking inch of 
that cock of yours!" 

Reaching around him she felt of his back, letting her fingers move smoothly 
to the upturned buttocks, and grinding up to him so hard, they were fused 
into one fucking mass of flesh. 

She didn't just feel of his buttocks, she played with them, massaging them, 
kneading them, grasping them. Now she was turned-on to the point where she 
could hardly stand it, and the juices from her pussy began lubricating his 
thrusting prick. Immediately, Brad could tell his mother's pussy was 
cumming, and a happy, excited smile swept over his face. 

"That's the way I like it! Keep your tail twisting! Fuck! Fuck hard, 
Mom-fuck hard and good! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck it!" 

The sensational pleasure he felt now was building in his balls which were 
swelling. It wouldn't be much longer until they boiled over, erupting in a 
giant climax in her cunt. It was this moment, he was thrusting toward-that 
moment of sweet release, when in a blinding flash of white sperm, eternity 
is met, and time stands still. 

She saw him ferociously fucking, his lower jaw hanging slip, his eyes ablaze 
with passion, his lower lip trembling. It turned her on all the way. 

Ever so gently, she parted his ass-cheeks, and slipped her finger smoothly 
up his tight anal opening. At first it was difficult to enter, but once 
she'd managed to ease past the tingling, tight anal ring, she could ride it 
the rest of the way. He was gasping now, as he thrust hard. 

"Oh, Mom," he panted, "I like your fucking finger up my ass-hole! It's a 
fantastic feeling! Grab my prick now! Use those cunt muscles. You're nice 
and tight-just like I like it! Fuck! Fuck me good-ohhh, ahh, yes, fuck!" 

Brad didn't let up for a second, but kept slamming his pecker into her pussy 
as ferociously as he knew how. She continued finger-fucking his ass-hole, 
and thrusting forward, her cunt muscles rhythmically grasping at his hard, 
driving cock. 

He tried to drive even deeper into her throbbing cunt, and then with a loud 
gasp, he got his rocks off, "I'm cumming, I'm cumming, oh-hot mama, keep 
twisting your tail for me!" 

The steady stream of white cum surging into her cunt, triggered another 
climax, and she came again. 

"I-I can't stand it," she groaned in delight, "Ohhh, Brad, kiss me, kiss 
me!" 

When she added affection to their lusty fuck-off, Brad was disgusted. Hell, 
he figured, she's a great piece of ass, but I'm not in love with her, not in 
the usual sense. Is she flipping out to ask me to kiss her, damned if I 
know. But, she wouldn't be put off. As her hips continued gyrating, her 
please persisted. 

"Kiss me, Brad, baby-let me feel your lips on miner 

Now, Diane wasn't waiting for her son to press his lips down on hers. 
Instead, she was pushing up to him, enjoying the sensation of her lips 
merging-with his even if she had to initiate this connection. It sort of 
made it all seem decent, in spite of the fact, she knew mother and son 
having sex together was anything but decent. But to support her illusion, 
she wanted the conventional kiss following a hot sexual union, whereas Brad 
wanted it on a realistic basis-an animal sex connection throwing two 
frustrated fuckers together until they had a scorcher of a climax. 

Easing her finger out of his ass-hole, she gripped both ass cheeks, while he 
did press his lips down hard on hers. She loved the feel of his lips on 
hers, and now she wanted to suck on his tongue. 

Opening her mouth, she felt his tongue enter hers, and then she stimulated 
him some more with a hot sucking session. He felt his penis stiffening in 
her sticky mound. 

Pulling away fearfully, unable to grasp all that was happening, he demanded, 
"Do you want another fuck?" 

The shy, helpless look on his face ignited her body. She nodded, smiling 
back. 

Lifting up, Brad slowly pulled his penis out of her pussy, letting some of 
their cum splash on her body. Then, another idea seized her. She could offer 
him sophisticated sex techniques that the young chicks he'd encounter in 
high-school couldn't. 

"Brad," she smiled, "You've got to get that cock off again. I see you're a 
real pistol!" 

"I guess I am," he gulped reluctantly, trapped between desire-and guilt, and 
not knowing which direction to follow, until Diane rolled over, and reached 
down to stroke her buttocks. 

"What do you want me to do-aim from behind?" 

"I want you to use the back-door," she smiled suggestively, "You know what I 
mean, don't you, dear?" 

"You mean you want me to fuck your ass-hole, Mom?" Brad asked, still not 
quite sure of what she was demanding next. 

"Right-on, son," she nodded, "It's a great way to make it! Tight, and you 
can really ram it up there-if you do it now-now that your cock is coated 
with cum. It'll slip right in." 

He had to admit she had a beautiful ass, but he'd never engaged in anal 
intercourse before and he wasn't quite sure how to go about it. Yet he 
disliked admitting ignorance. 

Reaching over, he stroked her ass-cheeks, and her body tingled to the touch 
of, his fingertips on her soft, ripe behind. From the cleavage separating 
those firm buttocks, Brad could detect little tufts of blonde hair 
protruding in a provocative way. 

Diane got up on her haunches to entice her son still more, and turning to 
him suggested, "Why don't you massage the buttocks, baby-and use your tongue 
to do some licking?" 

The ass-cheeks did excite him, and he had to admit it would be great fun to 
slip his cock up there. Bending over, he played with the ass-cheeks, pulling 
them apart so he could gaze down on the little brown, puckered up ass-hole. 
His tongue slipped down there, and soon he was licking. 

As he licked he felt his cock twitching, and growing. The inviting anal view 
had stimulated him to where he knew he had to run his pecker-meat up her 
ass-hole, and do it with firm, driving cockstabs. 

"Oh, Brad, I just love it when you lick me," 

Diane admitted, "Stiffen your tongue honey-and slide it all the way!' 

Brad's tongue stiffened, and then he began stabbing away. She loved the feel 
of his tongue slipping, sliding, jabbing up her hot, tight ass-hole, and she 
ground her hips around, while his hands held her in place. 

He knew it wasn't going to be much longer now, and he could hardly wait 
until that fantastic moment when he could feel his cum-slickened pecker 
driving up her rectum. 

"Fuck my ass-hole," Diane demanded, as she reached a passionate pitch of 
sexual frenzy. 

With upturned buttocks, she stimulated him until he was dripping. Grasping 
his pecker with one hand, he held her ass cheek with the other and drove his 
dick into her rectum. When it met the resistance of her tight anal opening, 
it became a bit difficult. However, not for long. 

The huge penis rode up her rectum with fierce force, and she rode back, 
accepting him completely. 

Brad bent over, as he ran it high up her ass-hole, and at the same time, 
gripped her bosoms. He pinched the nipples, and played with them, exciting 
her more every moment. 

"Fuck me," she begged, "That's the way I like to be screwed. Ohhhh, 
honey-shove it up my ass-hole." 

Her muffled scream hadn't bothered him at the moment of entrance, for he was 
so consumed with his own lust, he could pay attention to nothing. All he 
knew now was that he wanted to fuck, and fuck hard and fast! 

"Come on baby," he panted as the tight-fitting cock slammed in and out of 
her behind. And, Diane was just as delighted, and excited as her son, over 
this perverse act. She had lost all regard for anything but lust now, as the 
savage, thrusting pecker pleased her so much. 

Inch by inch Brad's pecker invaded her ass-hole, and with each new thrust, 
he'd rest, giving her anal muscles a chance to relax, to ease the next and 
deeper invasion of her ass-hole. 

After a few moments he was fully embedded in her hot tight ass-hole. It had 
been painful at first, but the pain soon gave way to pleasure, and erotic 
delight. 

In a short while the rings of the rectal muscles gave way, and he could move 
in with driving, stabbing thrusts to obtain the ultimate thrills of 
ass-fucking. 

His hands reached around, and he at first played with her breasts, pinching 
the nipples, as he stabbed her ass-hole. 

"Grind your hips, mama," he panted, "twist--that's it, keep your ass in 
motion! Now-now, you're doing it! Ohh, ahh just like that!" 

She could tell from the excited tone of his conversation just how intensely 
thrilled her son was with this new discovery of how to use his cock. 

"Baby," she begged him, "Slip a couple fingers in mama's snatch, and let me 
juice too-okay?" 

He did that, two fingers slipping high up her pussy, and fingering her love 
button, pinching, squeezing, manipulating her there, and he was determined 
to bring her to climax. 

"Fuck-fuck-fuck it," he demanded, as she ground her hips around. "Now, 
you're doing it! Just like I like it! Ohh, I can't stand it. Fuck, fuck, 
fuck off!" 

They were two heaps of flesh, connected with cock and fingers. Oblivious to 
everything, anything but their erotic fantasies, and lusty sex appetites, 
they continued, pushing, thrusting, and feeling until, Brad felt himself 
coming. 

"Ohhh, ahhh, yes, mama-I'm cumming!" 

The shooting dick, implanted high up her rectum shot its wad, causing her to 
juice, trickling down her inner thigh. Brad kept his fingers in her pussy, 
as she gushed, and he groaned in ecstasy, "Oh, wow, Mom-what an ass-fuck!" 

He didn't pull his pecker out of her ass-hole, until he finished unloading, 
and she'd finishing juicing. Ever so slowly, he then slid out, and flipped 
over on his back, lying there looking up at the ceiling in a daze. 

 CHAPTER FOUR 

When Diane went back to her room that night and left her son alone. Feelings 
of guilt overpowered her. She knew she'd done the wrong thing, and she 
determined she wouldn't allow herself to give in to her emotional desires 
again. Yet, it wasn't quite as easy as all that to dismiss the enjoyment 
she'd experienced. For, she had enjoyed him enormously. 

The following day she fixed a huge breakfast and did her very best to 
extricate herself from the touchy position she'd placed herself in. 

"Brad," she smiled, "about last night..." 

Hesitating, he told her to continue. 

"Go on, honey-tell me what you want to say," Brad insisted. 

"We must never have sex again-it would be wrong!" 

"Who says so?" 

Realizing what a predicament she'd created herself, she scratched herself, 
to relieve some of the tension, searching for answers. 

"Son," she smiled nervously, "You have no idea what trouble we would be in 
if people knew we had sex together last night." 

"Who did we hurt?" Brad argued. 

"Ourselves," she spit back, becoming disgusted with the way he persisted in 
arguing with her. 

"I didn't feel any pain," he smiled. "Matter of fact, Mom, you're a mighty 
fine piece of tight ass." 

A teasing smile played about Brad's lips as he spoke to his mother in such 
brutally frank terms. 

"Thanks, for the compliment," she snapped. "I guess that was supposed to be 
a compliment!" 

"Sure it was," he nodded, "I've had a few chicks at school and you can fuck 
better than they can." 

"Oh, I'm glad to hear that," she said sarcastically. "As long as you don't 
inform everyone else at the school Mom fucks better. I'm sure that would go 
over big." 

When Brad got up from breakfast, he got his tennis racket and went out for a 
tennis match. As he went out the door, he turned and smiled, "Catch you 
later, Mom." 

Diane didn't like the way he looked at her. She was sure that he intended to 
come back and have sex with her, and this tormented her to no end. 

She tried to calm herself down with a drink and it worked for a short time. 
But the painful thoughts of having invaded her son's life tormented her so 
much she began wondering if she should end it all. Yes, she concluded that 
might be easier. If her husband George ever caught them, she knew he'd kill 
them both in cold blood. And this thought was not exactly a pleasant one to 
live with. 

It wasn't right for George to have to suffer because of her, she concluded. 
She determined within her mind that she was not going to make anyone 
suffer-she was going to end it. 

Just as she'd figured she had enough torment, Brad walked in sweaty and 
smiling. 

"Hi, mom," he grinned. 

"Hi, honey," she slurred drunkenly. 

"You've been drinkin' and you're stinkin' drunk," he chuckled. "You better 
take a shower-a nice cold shower-with me, Mom!" 

The sensuous look on his face told her exactly what he wanted, and this 
bothered her. She felt it would be a terrible thing to have him playing with 
her again. Yet the temptation was more than she could stand, and when he 
stood there, and began undressing to entice her, she knew she had to give 
in. 

"Brad.-put your clothes on-don't strip like that! Don't!" It bothered her no 
end to see him act like this, so bold, so determined and demanding when it 
came to sex. She went up to his bedroom with him, and by now he was down to 
his shorts. The tell-tale crotch bulge told her Brad was ready to have sex 
again. Going over to him, she made one last plea to avoid becoming involved 
sexually. 

"Enough, baby-enough-we've had enough fucks for now!" 

Even though she wanted to end it, it was evident to her, her young son was 
having no part of it. He was determined to have some more action, and 
nothing was going to stop him. 

Once he'd pulled his shorts off, he smiled, reaching out to grip his huge 
pecker. He displayed himself proudly, and grasping his tool pulled on it. 

"Before we have sex, Mom, I'll shower." 

"Thanks much, son," she said. "I suppose you'll expect me to do everything 
you've fantasized about when you were beating your meat. Am I right, dear?" 

Turning and walking into the bathroom, he nodded, "You are so right, Mom-and 
you're going to enjoy it just as much as I am." 

Somehow her son had hypnotized her into doing anything he wanted her to. And 
she was powerless to resist his ploys, especially when she caught sight of 
his proud, taut male member, which was rigid and ready. She was as eager to 
have sex with him as could be. 

Going into the bathroom, she began stripping. Brad opened the shower door so 
his mom could watch him while he soaped himself. She got a big charge out of 
the way he slid the soap along the length of his cock, and she enjoyed the 
sight of him comically slipping the soap between his ass-cheeks. 

Now, she was totally nude and she joined him in the shower. He immediately 
began soaping her bosoms, and she loved the feel of his eager hands, 
massaging the slippery breasts. 

Meantime, she reached down and pulled gently back and forth on his slippery 
penis. 

"Oh, Mom," he said. "You turn me on like nobody ever turned me on 
before-and-I don't know why!" 

"I don't understanding it either," she admitted. "It is a strange thing-but 
there is something about your body that..." 

"Don't you mean something about my pecker meat, Mom?" he smiled as he 
glanced down at her hot hand on his cock, squeezing his male member. 

"I guess you know how to put it better than I do," she smiled. 

When they finished showering, they dried off and went back to the bedroom. 
Young Brad got on the middle of the bed and spread his legs in an open 
invitation to sensuality. 

"Mom," he begged, "Why don't you lick me down around my ass again?" 

Diane got on the bed with her young son. She cavorted about like a young 
chick, lightly slipping her hands under his behind, and getting her face 
close to his ass-cheeks, let her tongue flip out. 

As her tongue slipped and slid around his hot ass-hole, he began pulling on 
his pecker. As she stiffened her tongue, and stabbed it up his hot ass-hole, 
he felt his balls swelling, his cock becoming very rigid. 

Diane enjoyed doing anything to excite her son's passions, and she wasted no 
time now in stimulating him with her energetic tongue stabs up his butt. 

However, she did want him to cram his cock in her pussy. She was eager to 
feel his huge male member sliding up her tight pussy. She knew her pussy 
muscles, well lubricated now, could give him the satisfaction he sought. 

Pulling her tongue out of his ass-hole, she informed him, "I'm going to ride 
your rock-how about that?" 

"Oh, Mama, do whatever you want to do," he told her, looking at her 
beautiful bosoms with their erect nipples, wishing he could slip his cock 
between them, and press them against his rigid dick. 

Straddling him, she reached for his penis, guiding it into herself. As she 
felt the huge penis plunging into her pussy, she gripped it tightly with her 
vaginal muscles and smiled at him. 

"How am I doing, honey?" she asked proudly, moving up and down on his huge 
cock, as she held it tightly in her pussy, determined she wouldn't let go 
until he shot his pistol off inside her pussy. 

"Keep that up, Mom-just like that! Now, now, oh-squeeze the juice out of 
it-pinch my pecker in your pussy," he panted. 

With his hands on her bosoms, and his fingertips pinching her nipples, she 
squeezed his cock in her cunt until his cock exploded. 

The steady stream of white, juicy cum turned her on all the way, and she 
continued sliding up and down his flagpole as he shot his rocks off inside 
her. 

"There's more juice, Mom," Brad panted as he gunned his pistol, and shot 
another round of the sticky white substance. Pinching her nipples until they 
were fiery red, she told him to quit. 

"That's enough," she insisted, feeling sudden pain flash through her 
sensitive bosoms. 

Finally, she had to pull his hands off as he was hurting her nipples too 
much, and the pain didn't please her. 

"Take it easy, honey," she said, her voice cracking with emotion as she 
pulled his hands off her bosoms. Finally, he did release them, and he lay 
back, looking up at her with lusty desire. 

"You're one hell of a grind, Mom," he told her. "You really are." 

Bending over, Diane kissed her son full on the mouth. And when his mouth 
opened, she didn't hesitate to slip her tongue inside, and flip it back and 
forth. 

Immediately, he reached back and gripped her ass cheeks, thoroughly enjoying 
every moment of it 

As a matter-of-fact, the more his hands groped her behind, the more 
stimulated he became. 

"Come on, baby," he said, "Let's do it this way too!" 

For an instant, Diane could hardly believe what her young son was demanding. 
It was apparent to her that he wanted to try everything, and she didn't know 
as she was prepared to give everything. But when she felt Brad's insistent 
finger gliding up her tight anal opening, she knew she had to submit. 

"Alright, son," she smiled faintly, "But let me get some lube for that great 
big prick of yours!" 

She slid off him, and as she hustled to the bathroom to get some vaseline, 
he couldn't help admire the firm, round buttocks which promised so much 
pleasure. 

When she returned, she sat on the edge of the bed and opened the vaseline 
container. Dipping her finger inside, she got some on the end of it, and 
smiled at him. 

"Now, sweetheart," she said, "I'll get you ready. Ass fucking demands a 
little preparation." 

"Has Dad ever fucked your ass-hole, Mom?" Brad asked casually. 

"As a matter-of-fact-he hasn't," she admitted. 

"That's his loss," Brad chuckled, "As I'll bet it would be a lot of fun to 
slide a dick up your tight ass-hole." 

"You'll find out," she said, completing the act of massaging the vaseline 
along the surface of his penis. 

"Now what position do you want me in?" she asked, letting him dominate the 
action. 

"On all fours-like a dog in heat-that's how we'll fuck," Brad enthused. 

Diane got on all fours, and when she glanced in the mirror at the reflection 
of her body in this position, she did feel sexy. Brad was gripping her ass 
cheeks, and slowly slipping the penis into place. As she felt him thrust to 
the tight anal ring, her body quivered. 

"Are you afraid of something?" Brad teased. 

"A little..." 

Without saying anything more, he shoved with all his might and the huge cock 
slid up her ass-hole. It felt fantastic, once the pain from the initial 
thrust had disappeared. 

She turned to watch the reflection in the mirror, and she couldn't help 
getting more turned-on by the erotic sight of the slick, sliding pecker 
penetrating her ass-hole in a regular, rhythmic beat, as he rode her. 

"Keep that backfield in motion, Mom," Brad begged her. "That's how you do 
it-just like that! Keep it up!" 

The even, regular thrusts produced pleasure for them both, and as Diane 
gyrated her hips for her son, he discovered he was enjoying himself 
enormously. 

"Fuck it," he panted. "That's it, honey-grind your ass around! Now-now, 
you're fucking. Just like that! Keep it up, baby-now-now, you're pumping!" 

As Diane would gyrate her ass to the right, her son would jab it to the 
left, and then he thrust straight ahead, as his balls began swelling, and he 
jabbed his cock up her ass to the hilt. 

Bending over, Brad reached for her bosoms first, and then down to her 
vagina. 

"Yes, son, yes," she gasped, "That's the way I like to be fucked. Keep it 
up! Ohh, ahh-give it to me! Every inch! I want to feel it!" 

Bending over farther, her buttocks were upraised even more, and giving him a 
perfect position to ram it all the way up her tight, twisting rectum. 

"Fuck off," she groaned in erotic delight, as she lost herself in his lust 
for her body. "Let me feel you shoot that dick!" 

The thrusting cock, was being vigorously worked on now, and she loved his 
fingers slipping in and out of her pussy. 

"Keep that finger action up," she pleaded, "We can both make it-together!" 

Diane continued gyrating her hips in time to her son's stabbing cock. And 
every stab of his cock was coordinated with his fingers jabbing up her pussy 
at the same pace and tempo. 

"Oh, now-now, Mom, now," he groaned as he threw his head from side to side, 
and shot his cock off high up her ass-hole. His tremendous finger movements 
produced reactions in her too, and he felt her juices trickling down her 
inner thigh. At this pitch of sexual frenzy, the exciting thrills he was 
experiencing caused him to ram it up her rectum as far as it would go, and 
watch the balls bounce on her buttocks, as he slid his fingers out of her 
hot, juicing cunt. 

When Brad pulled his pecker out of his mom's ass-hole, she knew she'd been 
fucked. She collapsed in a heap on the bed, and lay there. Brad lay beside 
her. 

He was breathing heavily, and as he looked at her behind, he said, "You sure 
gave me a good fuck!" 

His hands tapped her bare bottom, and she felt the warmth of his touch, and 
then she was jolted back to reality. This was her son she'd had sex with. 
She couldn't carry on with her own son. What would people think of her? 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

Diane didn't look forward to her husband coming home two days later, for her 
conscience was troubling her. She was feeling guilty about the sexual 
encounters with her son, yet she felt compelled to continue. 

George was all excited when he burst into the house that fateful Tuesday to 
tell her how much he'd missed her. 

"Honey," he began, "You don't know how much I wanted to go to bed with you 
last weekend. Here I was in this dismal hotel room." 

"Alone?" she interrupted. 

"Of course, love," he smiled. "You know I don't cheat on you-and I know you 
don't cheat on me. That's why it's so much fun to come home and have sex 
with you." 

"I'm glad," she said nervously. "Real glad." 

She masked her feelings as best she could, going over to George and kissing 
him passionately. 

"Honey," he suggested, "Why don't we have sex now-while Brad's at school-we 
can finish fucking before he gets home. I've got a deck of cards I'd like to 
show you." 

For a moment, Diane went numb. The last thing in the world that she wanted 
to do was jump in bed with her husband. Yet, she knew all too well that she 
was in no position to refuse him his request. She reasoned that he probably 
was telling the truth about being faithful, and no doubt was going out of 
his mind with desire to stick it in her. 

"Baby doll," George said, "This is me honey-your husband-have you forgotten? 
Have you got another lover?" 

The boldness of his questions jolted her back to reality quickly. 

"I'd love to have my husband make love to me," she smiled, masking her guilt 
and hidden fears as best she could. Together, they went to their bedroom, 
and George made it a point to lock the door. 

"Honey," he smiled, "I got this deck of playing cards with all these fucking 
positions on them, and I want to try them out on you!" 

Pretending she was delighted that he'd gone to the bother of buying cards 
with sex positions on them, she laughed, "I'm dying to try every position. 
First, why don't we shower?" 

"A very good idea," he agreed. 

As George watched his wife undress, he felt his penis hardening, for Diane 
was really stacked. Her curvaceous ass, and well-rounded bosoms always 
excited him. She found him fascinating and then she felt frustrated, caught 
in a trap of her own creation-a sexual pull toward her husband building as 
he expressed interest in really enjoying her body in a variety of ways. The 
frustration she felt of being so turned-on with her son Brad. 

As she bent over to slip her panties off, George got a view of her pussy 
hair, and he felt like fucking her fast, not bothering with the shower or 
any other preliminaries. 

Coming over to her, he stroked her ass cheek. Pulling away, and tossing her 
panties aside, Diane strode bare assed to the bathroom, with her eager 
husband in hot pursuit. 

She opened the shower door, and got in quickly, and George followed behind 
her. 

As the water streaked down her body, George reached for the bar of soap, and 
began washing her bosoms. She had to admit she loved the feel of his 
slippery hands on her breasts. 

Taking the soap from him, she began washing her husband's cock, sliding the 
soap the length of his penis, and then reaching down to gently massage his 
balls. 

"You've got nice hands, honey," he told her. "Real nice!" And then he turned 
and made what seemed to her a rather unusual request. 

"And honey, don't forget to wash my ass out with soap. Okay?" 

Slipping the soap between his ass cheeks, she watched him tightening his ass 
muscles and holding it. 

"What an achievement," she laughed. 

Then, he turned around, allowing the soap to slip into his hands as he did 
so, and suddenly got to his knees and began washing her pussy. Parting her 
pussy lips, he slid it a short distance. 

"Stop that-stop that, honey," she giggled as she felt the insistent soap 
slipping farther into her body. 

And then he dropped the soap, and threw his arms around her, letting the 
pellets of water from the shower spray sweep over both of their naked 
bodies, as he embraced her, kissing her with affection and feeling. 

After a hot Frenching session, they emerged from the shower, George reaching 
back to turn the water off. Next they took turns drying each other off. 

"Honey," he said, "You look delicious!" 

"Why did you say that?" she giggled, "Do you want to taste me?" 

"Sure do, wife," he said, "That is if you're willing to eat my prick!" 

It was surprising to Diane that her husband 

George was so eager for sex. It bothered him just thinking about it. For she 
realized if he'd only made attempts like this previously to satisfy her 
necessary sexual needs she wouldn't have been tempted to know her son that 
way. 

"What are you thinking of, honey?" George asked, as he applied body splash 
all over himself, making it a point to cover his most intimate areas. 

"Oh, nothing." 

"Yes, you were," he insisted, as he capped the bottle of splash and placed 
it back on the marble top sink. Diane applied some cologne to her pussy, and 
a moment later they walked into the bedroom. 

"Honey," George went on, "I saw one of those sex films-you know-the fuck 
flicks, and I got some ideas about how we could be making it." 

"Tell me more," she continued, "I'm curious!" 

"Well, it was the wildest sex I've ever seen. All these bare naked people 
doing everything! You name it-they did it!" 

"like what?" she insisted on knowing, "Go ahead honey, I'm a big girl now!" 

"Well, in one scene this dame was on all fours on a sofa. A guy was 
straddling her from behind and fucking her ass. And while she was getting 
ass-fucked she was blowing another guy at the other end of the sofa. It was 
about as wild a fuck as I could ever imagine." 

"Would you like to perform sodomy on my behind ? " she smiled up at him. 

"I sure would," he said, "Would you let me?" 

"If you'd like to try it--alright!" 

"There's one thing I'd like you to do first," he said, "And I'll do the same 
thing to you-okay." 

"Tell me-what?" 

George smiled, almost shyly as he revealed what he wanted his wife to do to 
him to excite his passion. 

"I want you to lick me all around down there." 

Becoming disgusted that he couldn't be as blunt about it as her son, she 
told him flatly, "If you want me to suck your cock-say so." 

"Alright," George said, "I-I want you to eat my prick, lick my balls, and 
eat my ass out." 

George got on the bed, and spread his legs invitingly for Diane. Massaging 
his cock with his own hand he tried to entice her to go down on him. 

As she saw the huge cock on display, she did become excited to please her 
husband. 

"If seeing those movies can make you this sexy, baby," she smiled, "You 
should see one a week!" 

"Quit talking and start sucking," he suggested. She crouched at his crotch, 
letting her hot tongue flip around his ass cheeks. And then, with her tongue 
stiffening, she slowly slid it up his rectum, at the same time reaching up 
to grip his pulsating penis. He loved the feeling of the cock being gripped 
tightly in her hand, while her tongue invaded his hot, tight ass-hole. , 
"Oh, yes, lover, do me," he panted, "That's the way I like it-do me!" 

As she tongued his ass-hole, she jacked him off. George had never 
experienced such a fantastic sensation as he was enjoying now. He was 
delighted that his wife would finally give him the kind of satisfaction he 
sought. 

"Suck-suck my ass out," he gasped in erotic delight, "Keep it up, baby-suck 
ass!" 

George felt his balls swelling, and he knew he'd have to get Diane to cop 
her mouth over his cock quickly. 

"Honey," he panted, "Fasten your mouth on my dick-quick, baby, quick!" 

Diane let her tongue flip around his penis, and then she slid her mouth down 
hard over the head of his penis shaft and sucked with vigor. George loved 
the sensations of her tongue twirling over the top of his cock, stimulating 
him as he'd never been stimulated before. 

"Yes, yes, whip your tongue around it," he begged as his wife's mouth 
movements got him all the hotter. "That's how I like to get sucked--suck my 
cock off!" 

It wasn't going to be much longer now, for she was giving him the kind of 
head he'd dreamed about. 

The first taste of his sperm triggered her to build up more suction in the 
head of his cock. 

Fastening her lips securely around the head of his penis-shaft, she sucked 
with vigor until he couldn't stand it. Throwing his legs over her shoulders, 
he embraced her with his thighs. 

She tingled to the hot thighs pressing against her as her head bobbed up and 
down on his dick. 

"Now, now, baby, I'm cumming! I'm shooting. Eat my prick! Suck the cream, 
baby, swallow me whole!" 

As the cream shot down her throat, she gulped gladly, happy to swallow the 
thick, and delicious sperm-load her husband erupted into her hot mouth. 

She couldn't stop sucking on the end of it, until it tickled, and he had to 
tell her to quit. 

Pulling off him, she lay beside him. It didn't take George long to swing 
into action now. Getting below her legs, he reached for her buttocks, and 
raised it up, suddenly pressing his face close to her behind. 

"Eat my ass-just like I did yours," Diane pleaded as erotic desires shot 
through her like electricity. 

George's slippery tongue flipped this way and that, all around her ass-hole, 
driving her almost out of her mind with sexual delight, and erotic pleasure. 

As he pumped his tongue high up her ass-hole, her body quivered, and she 
pushed forward. He stabbed his tongue in rhythmic movements, letting his 
face bury farther in her loins. Diane was riding the crest of a sexual wave 
that was about to splash on an orgasmic shore. 

Sensing that he shouldn't delay slipping his tongue into her pussy any 
longer, he pulled it out of her ass, and slid it along her fur-trimmed slit 

"Ohhh, Georgey baby, eat my pussy," she panted, as his tongue stabbed her 
hot hole. He thrust it into her with such skill that she wondered if he 
hadn't been holding out on her and having sex like this with other women. 

He gripped her ass cheeks, squeezing them gingerly as he continued pumping 
his hot tongue into her tight, moist mound. The tongue flicked back and 
forth across her clit, stimulating her no end. 

"Eat me-eat my pussy," she gasped, as her body writhed in the throes of 
sexual ecstasy. "Just like that! Nibble my clit! Yes-bear down! Oh, now, one 
more time!" 

As his teeth bore down, she juiced. 

"I'm cumming," she moaned, as she squeezed her thighs tight to him. "Oh, 
honey! Lick it all! Eat my cunt!" 

The dirty talk triggered him, and he felt himself becoming hard. As his 
hands, holding her buttocks tightly, squeezed her, he could hardly wait to 
stab her up the ass-hole with his pecker. 

"More, baby, more," she begged frantically, as she felt herself cumming in 
multiple orgasms. 

George was proud of himself, for it was obvious to him that he could ignite 
his wife to sexual heights. 

He didn't quit licking her velvety vagina walls until she'd completed 
juicing. 

Slowly sliding out of her, he smiled, as he released her ass cheeks, and 
moving up licked her bosoms. Squeezing one bosom, he lightly nibbled and 
licked at the other, pressing his mouth down tightly. 

As his tongue caressed her bosoms, she had ample opportunity to compare his 
style of love-making with her son's way of having sex with her. Strangely, 
now that George was losing all of his inhibitions, she was discovering that 
there actually wasn't so much of a difference as she thought. 

Pulling his mouth off her other breast, George said happily, "How'm I doin', 
honey?" 

"Beautiful, baby," she said, her eyes misting, as she realized how close 
George's sexual awakening-to total sex-had followed on the heels of her 
son's initial sexual awakening. And what seemed so terrifying to her was 
that she couldn't be lover to them both-for she did enjoy fucking with both 
of them. 

"I'm going to fix us a drink," he said at her. "What do you want, baby 
doll?" 

"A Tom Collins," she told him. 

George nodded, and smiled. Slipping into his robe and walking out of the 
bedroom he went to get his wife a drink. 

When he returned, she was ready for a drink. 

"What kept you so long, love?" she asked, nervously reaching out to pull the 
glass away from him. 

"I guess you really needed a drink," George chuckled. "Just like old times, 
huh? Remember when we fucked the first time on that horrible mattress at 
that dumpy motel!" 

"Don't remind me," she laughed, sipping her drink appreciatively. "I had a 
backache for a week after that." 

"But you loved it;-every inch of it," he smiled, "Didn't you luv?" 

"Yes-yes, I did," she agreed. 

"When we were young, honey," George smiled, "People didn't go to movies to 
watch people fucking-they were doing it themselves. Nowadays, everybody's 
watching everybody else get fucked all over the place!' 

"You can say that again," she chuckled. "By the way, honey, you must take me 
to one of those movies. Maybe I could learn something!" 

"I-I don't like the idea of my wife going to dirty movies," George insisted 
self-righteously. 

"Well, if they are alright for you, they are alright for me," she said. 
"Women have sexual feelings too-or didn't you know that!" 

"I'm finding out," George said, gulping his drink greedily. 

"You're living in illusion land if you think I don't enjoy being balled," 
she said emphatically. "After all, if you enjoy getting a good fuck-why 
shouldn't I?" 

"That's true," he admitted, "But I guess I was brought up in the old school 
when a man could talk dirty and desire all kinds of kinky sex-but never a 
decent woman!" 

"That myth is shot," Diane laughed. "Now honey, women are free to fuck 
wild-just as uninhibited as men, not that that wasn't the way they secretly 
felt all the time." 

"Now that you mention it I guess history does tell us a few things about 
some oversexed women who could outruck any stud. Didn't Cleopatra take on a 
score of men?" 

"Sure she did," Diane nodded, "That's why they remember her! Books, movies, 
plays-the whole trip!" 

It was obvious his wife had turned on, for now she was demanding one more 
drink. When he came back with the second drink, he made it double-strength. 

"What are you putting in these things?" she demanded, "I didn't ask for a 
double!" 

"Why not?" George insisted, "You're free now, honey-free to drink like a 
man. I like mine on the rocks-don't even need a chaser!" 

Diane didn't care for the taste of raw bourbon, with so little mixer to tame 
the taste. But if this was what George wanted, she would go along with him. 

As liquor loosened her up some more she got to thinking; thinking about her 
handsome son Brad, and how much she enjoyed seeing him naked, touching his 
penis, pulling on it, watching it lengthen and strengthen, as the hot lusty 
desires built within her own body. 

"A penny for your thoughts," George smiled, as he enjoyed Diane's stroking 
his rigid cock. 

"They're not worth a penny," she smiled, bending over and letting the pink 
tip of her tongue touch the head of his penis shaft. It bothered her to see 
him like this. He was tormented to realize there was indeed something secret 
Diane was keeping from him. He could sense it. He knew his wife well enough 
to know she had been playing around with another man. She had never been so 
bold, so demonstrative of affection. The way she kept her hands on his cock 
told him plenty. He was eager to find out more about his wife's thoughts 
now, as he felt he was on the trail to some startling discovery, a dimension 
of her personality he never knew existed until today. 

Now, Diane was bending over, letting her tongue lick hungrily along the 
surface of his swollen male member. With consummate skill, her fingers were 
playing around his balls. He couldn't help but marvel at her ability to 
ignite him, so unlike any previous sexual encounter they had had before. 

 CHAPTER SIX 

Diane and George had become so involved in their sex activity, they didn't 
hear their young son Brad enter the house. When Brad heard voices coming 
from his parents' bedroom, he was somehow curious to know what was going on. 
It was most unusual for his parents to be in the bedroom in the afternoon. 
As he came closer to the partly opened bedroom door, he stopped dead in his 
tracks. His heart was pounding rapidly now, and he was afraid he would make 
a sound that would stop them. For he could feel his balls tingle, and his 
cock going hard as he watched his mother going down on his father. 

"Does that ever feel good," his father told his mother. "You really are 
giving me good head, honey! You been sucking on somebody else's dick?" 

That did it. Diane slipped her mouth off his sticky cock's head and glared 
at him. 

"What are you talking about?" 

"I was only teasing," he insisted. "Don't pull your mouth off my prick. You 
were just building up good suction." 

Instantly recognizing she'd reacted too quickly out of guilt, Diane felt the 
best thing for her to do was to go down on his cock, and quickly. Grasping 
his mainstem again, she once more slid the head of it into her mouth and 
began to lave it with the tip of her tongue. 

As Brad watched his mom, his lover, toying with the tip of his Dad's pecker, 
he found his own penis lengthening. Ever so quietly, he reached down and let 
his hand move slowly back and forth over the swollen surface of his tight 
pants. Finally, he quietly unzipped his fly, and reached in to pull out his 
penis. As it flipped up to freedom, he began pumping in earnest, discovering 
a new dimension in sexual excitation as he watched his mom moved her mouth 
up and down his father's slippery dick. 

"I like that," his father groaned in erotic de- 

.light, spreading his legs in an open invitation for her to reach down to 
play with his balls. Diane picked up the cue and let her hand grip his 
testicles and play with them. 

"Now, now you're doing it," he told her, "Just like I like it. Keep it up, 
lover-keep it up!" 

The excitement he was enjoying now was causing him to flip out. 

"How about another ass-suck?" he asked her huskily. His words became her 
command, and Diane slid off his prick, licking down the underside of his 
joystick to his swelling balls. Before she let her tongue slide to his 
ass-cheeks, she managed to open her mouth and take his balls in and suck on 
them. 

"Now, now-ohhh, yes, I like it. Whip your tongue around my nuts!" 

As the hot tongue swept around his balls, she proceeded down to his ass 
cheeks. 

When Brad saw what his mom was going to do next, he almost shot his gun off. 
However, he managed to control himself by slowing down the pace of his 
pumping hand. 

He strained forward, watching with new found intensity as his mother's 
tongue lashed his Dad's ass-hole. It was excitement such as he heard kids in 
school talking about, and he determined he was going to have her lick his 
butt the next time they got together for sex. 

Cupping her husband's buttocks in her hands, Diane brought her face closer 
to his ass-hole, and let her tongue twirl about his tight anal ring in a 
circular motion. 

"Suck my ass," he demanded, his body writhing in sexual lust and the wild 
fantasy of his own imagination. 

Pressing her mouth over his ass, Diane did manage to build up suction, and 
her husband shoved his ass further forward into her face. 

"Eat me," he begged, "Eat my ass out!" 

Diane's pumping tongue stabbed her husband's tight ass-hole, and waves of 
sexual ecstasy encompassed George. He rolled his head back and forth on the 
pillow, reaching down to guide his wife's head over his hot ass-hole. 

At this point, Brad had to reach in and pull his balls out too. Cupping his 
balls with one hand, he pumped vigorously with the other hand. 

Suddenly the hot white cream erupted from the head of his cock and the 
sticky, white juice shot all over his hand. 

As the white cream he'd jerked out of his pecker continued gushing he became 
worried. It was falling on the blue hallway carpet, yet he didn't want to 
stop jerking until he'd finished shooting his rocks off. 

He was surprised how much erotic delight he could derive from such a 
fantastic jerk-job watching. I guess I'm a .voyeur, he thought to himself. 

Reaching up, Diane continued her hot activity, letting her hand greedily 
grip her husband's huge cock as she pulled him to climax.. 

The moment she felt the sticky cum slipping down her hand, she quickly got 
her tongue out of his ass-hole and licked his cock like an ice cream cone 
melting. Copping the top of his prick in the warmth of her mouth she vowed 
she'd get him to juice again. 

Feverishly, he thrust into her. She was more excited every moment, wondering 
if she could get more juice out of his dick. She didn't have long to wonder, 
for George was so stimulated by his wife's ardent demonstration of sexual 
passion that he suddenly gushed in her mouth. 

"Eat me-eat my cum, gobble my juice," he begged her. 

As the steady stream of white cum shot into her mouth, she continued eating 
him, enjoying it more every moment. By now, Brad, who'd managed to pull out 
a handkerchief and wipe up his dripping cum from the carpet, saw his mother 
eating his dad's dick. It stimulated him no end to see how her cheeks sucked 
in, as she pulled the juice out of his father's penis. He vowed he'd make 
her do the very same things with him the next time they got together, and he 
was confident he could make her want it. 

Turning around, he walked out of the house. When he came in half an hour 
later, Diane was dressed and so was George. George was watching the evening 
news on television, and Diane was preparing dinner. 

"Hi, son," his Dad smiled. "How's everything?" 

"Just fine, Dad-good to see you back!" 

Brad figured that was a good thing to tell him as he certainly didn't want 
to give him any clue as to his true feelings about his return to what he 
thought was now his turf. 

As Diane listened to her son's return, she had mixed emotions. She knew all 
too well, what problems his return might pose. It bothered her to think 
about having finally experienced great sex with her husband, following fast 
on the heels of some uninhibited sex play with her son. 

Brad thought he'd go along with the act, pretending he knew nothing about 
their 'sex in the afternoon' encounter. Stepping into the kitchen, he 
greeted his mother with, "What's cooking, Mom?" 

"I thought we'd grill some steaks tonight, dear," she said, doing her best 
to mask her emotions. "We're-celebrating because your father's back!" 

"That's nice," Brad smiled smugly. 

Listening to their conversation from the living room, George cut in, "It 
sure is, son-I'm glad to be back, and I don't think I should do so much 
traveling. It's not good for me to be gone so much of the time. You both 
need me!" 

"Yeah," Brad said disgustedly, and under his breath, he whispered to his 
mom, "like a dose of clap!" 

His father appeared in the doorway, and he wasn't quite sure of what he had 
whispered. 

"You weren't talking about me by any chance, were you?" he demanded, with a 
happy smile. 

"I-I just said, 'I'm so happy I could clap.' " He had covered himself 
quickly. 

Then turning, he made his way up to his room. As he walked down the blue 
carpeted hallway he could still see the obvious stain from his dripping 
dick, and this annoyed him. No doubt his mom would see it later-and wonder 
what in hell it was. She'd just have to wonder, he thought to himself. 

At dinner time, his father asked him how his grades were coming, and then he 
came to the touchy topic, "How's your social life, son?" 

That did it. That triggered his mom to reply, "Brad has a nice girl. Carol 
is her name. She really is a sweetheart!" 

"She really is a slut," Brad said bluntly. 

His father put his steak knife down, and looked at him. 

"What did you say?" 

"Carol is a good screw. You know the kind, Dad. The kind of girl you ball 
with, but that's all." 

"I-I think I should have a talk with you," his father said sternly. 

"About the birds and bees, huh?" he chuckled. "Well, maybe I could tell you 
a few things!" 

As Brad said this he gave his mother the raised eyebrow treatment, as she 
gulped nervously. 

Sensing he was being cut out of something, George demanded, "What's going on 
here?" 

Brad got to his feet and left the table. As he did so, his father looked 
after him with mounting disgust 

"What's eating him?" he demanded. 

"Oh, he's just a teen-age kid," Diane replied, "Maybe he felt you were 
interfering or something!" 

"Interfering, hell!" he exclaimed, "I was just trying to get a few points 
across to him, but apparently he doesn't want to listen to me. It's too bad 
because I might be able to help him over some rough spots too." 

"He must learn about sex on his own," Diane told her husband emphatically. 

"Is that so?" George said. "When I was growing up my Dad took me aside and 
told me a thing or two. If he hadn't-I don't know what would have become of 
me. I was the shy type." 

"I'll just bet you were," Diane told her husband, her voice dripping with 
sarcasm. 

"No fooling honey," he insisted, "I was so shy I wouldn't even go in my 
folk's bedroom cause I didn't want to catch my mom in her underclothes." 

The moment George mentioned seeing his mom in her underclothes, she felt 
pangs of guilt. For it reminded her of seeing her own son stark naked, and 
him seeing her completely bare. 

"Did I say something that upset you?" George asked his wife curiously, 
noticing the sudden change in her expression. 

"Why, no-dear-actually it was thoughtful of you to be concerned over Brad's 
sexual development, but you don't have to worry about himnot at all." 

"What do you know that I don't know?" 

"Well, I chanced to awaken one night-while you were gone-and he was making 
out with Carol, a girl from school with rather questionable morals." 

"Good," George explained, "A chip off the old block. I'm glad you told me 
about that honey, as I'll confess I was becoming worried about him." 

"Well, you don't have to worry any more-not about him-he's quite a man-yes, 
quite a man indeed!" 

Brad wanted to get out of the house. He was disgusted with the situation he 
had to live with. Being turned-on with your own mom wasn't easy he thought 
to himself. As he walked down the street he did a lot of thinking. He knew 
he couldn't go on like this. He was tormented. 

As he side-glanced to see the homes he was walking by so briskly, he 
couldn't help think to himself what a twisted life his had swiftly become. 

Try as he would, he couldn't shake the tormenting desire for his mother's 
body. 

 CHAPTER SEVEN 

The next morning he remained cool toward his mother. Every time she'd steal 
a glance his direction it was obvious that he was frustrated-upset. 

"Have a good day," she smiled after him as he walked out the kitchen door. 

Turning Brad gave his mother a stony stare. "You can say that, can't you? 
And I know whybecause you had a good time screwing with..." 

As he was about to complete his sentence he heard his father moving about in 
the bathroom, and he knew he couldn't continue. 

"Oh, Brad," Diane exclaimed, tears suddenly coming to her eyes as she 
realized the chaos she'd brought to his young life. It tormented her to 
think she was responsible. She knew she'd overstepped her bounds, not only 
as a mother, but as a responsible adult, and she hated herself. 

Yet, she wished she could be in bed with Brad right this moment. She wanted 
to caress him all over with her tongue. If she could lash his balls, and 
feel his huge penis pumping into her pussy she felt she could somehow please 
him, thrill him again. But it was all wrong to have such feelings. This was 
developing into parental sympathy, masked as sex-or was it? Did she still 
feel pulled to his huge, throbbing penis. Did she want to lick the top of 
his cock-tickle the small slit with the tip of her tongue, and see the balls 
swell with their precious load of sperm he'd shoot into her cunt, or up her 
ass, or in her mouth! These thoughts were momentarily hurled aside when 
George came into the kitchen. 

"Good morning, honey," he said. "How's everything?" 

"Oh, just fine," she said, turning away as she wiped a tear from her cheek. 

George picked up on thjs immediately. 

"What's the matter?" he demanded, as he walked over to the kitchen stove 
where she was busily mixing a couple of eggs and some milk for scrambled 
eggs. 

"Why, nothing dear-why do you ask?' "Yes, there is something troubling you," 
he insisted. "I can't quite put my finger on it-but ever since I've come 
home I've noticed it." 

"Does it show?" 

"You bet your ass it does," he scowled, "What is it? You got another 
lover-and now that I'm back, you're going to miss him! Is that it?" 

"That does it," she shriekied, throwing the scrambled eggs onto the floor. 
"Fix your own breakfast, dammit! I'm through! I've been loyal to you, and 
this is the thanks I get-suspicion!" 

Her dramatic response to his scatter-flack charge made it difficult for him 
to determine if he'd hit it right, or been dead wrong. Therefore, he 
thought-at this point, an apology was in order. He calculated that he might 
have spoken too fast, putting her on guard. Mentally kicking himself for 
letting her know exactly what he was thinking, he decided it might be wise 
to play it cool-very cool, especially if he cared to catch her. 

"Forgive me, honey," he said, wrapping his arms around her. "Why don't we 
just take the day off?" 

Stunned by George's generosity with his time and attention, Diane felt sobs 
wracking her body. She embraced him. 

"I'm sorry, honey," he said, "damned sorry I would ever suggest you'd step 
out on me. I don't know what got into me!" 

"The devil," she said. 

"Maybe," he chuckled, "Maybe I should be exorcised!" 

"Definitely," she smiled. "If ideas like that pop into your head." 

Just then the phone rang. 

"Shall we ignore it?" she smiled, hoping he would and that they could spend 
the day together. 

"No-no I'd better not," George shrugged, "If it was the boss, honey-he'd 
kill me for not answering." 

Picking up the phone, he began, "Yes, Ted-right. Of course I'll be right 
in-no trouble-that's alright, you can count on me." 

"So our day is off?" Diane shrugged, "business, business, business." 

"I'm sorry, honey-but we'll take a weekend vacation somewhere and live it 
up. Don't worry ... I've got to run now." 

"What about breakfast?" 

"What about it?" George chuckled, glancing at the eggs splattered on the 
floor. 

Meantime, Brad was busily attending school, eagerly waiting for the big 
moment. That was when they picked the most beautiful girl in Carson High. 
The girls would parade across the stage and the audience would clap their 
approval of what they saw. 

To make sure no one got the impression that the girls were picked solely on 
the physical attraction basis, each girl had prepared a little speech to 
give. And students would then vote for their favorite. 

As the big moment arrived, Brad joined his buddy Jeff to watch the 
educational spectacle. 

"Hey, did you know Gloria is entering the big contest?" Jeff asked Brad. 

"Gloria?" he chuckled. "The high school whore?" 

"Why not?" Jeff laughed, "and maybe she'll win. All the guys are going to 
hoot and holler when she comes on stage." 

"Great idea," Brad smiled. 

They entered the school auditorium where a rather slip-shod combo played. 
Sitting down in their regular seats, a teacher eyed them suspiciously. 

"What's up?" Mrs. Perry smiled. 

"What do you mean?" Brad asked innocently. 

"When you and Jeff get together, you are usually up to something," she 
commented sarcastically. "Something no good!" 

"Why that's no way to talk," Jeff said in mock seriousness, "Brad and I are 
models of good behavior." 

Mrs. Perry smiled smugly at that cryptic comment. The band quit playing when 
the principal strode on stage. 

"Well, students," he began, "This is a big day for all of us. One lucky girl 
is going to be selected Miss Haver High School. The lovely young ladies will 
parade across our stage, but we are not to pick them on the basis of beauty 
alone. No, we want them to give a small speech, to show they can use their 
minds, as well as their bodies in the big game of life." 

That brought a hefty round of applause. 

Then, Jeff called out, "Bring on the girls!" 

"Enough of that," the principal said sternly amidst a storm of applause and 
laughter. 

Mrs. Perry leaned over to Jeff, whispering, "One more crack like that and 
you are out." 

"On my ass?" Jeff murmured. 

Taking a deep breath, she tightened her lips. The annual Miss Haver High 
School Day was always a nightmare. What would happen next? 

"And now, students, may we present the lovely young ladies of Haver High. 
First, Donna Parker. Her measurements are 37" 28", and..." 

Before he could complete the measurements, there was a hefty round of 
applause for Donna who strode to center stage, winked, turned around in her 
tight white swim suit, and walked to the microphone. 

"Honorable principal, and members of the faculty. It is with great pride I 
accept this opportunity to speak before you at this time. I don't think the 
world is coming to an end, not from the great expectations I have from 
living around such big minds as we have here. Today's youth is the best! 
We've gone to the moon, and we're heading for Mars-what next?" 

Dramatically throwing her hands up in the air, she waited for the applause 
that was sure to follow when her breasts went on better display. 

The principal introduced each girl, mentioning the spectacular measurements, 
and then listening with rapt attention to the words each girl had to say. 

However, no one on the faculty was prepared for Gloria, a stunning 
brown-haired beauty, with enormous mammaries, who wore a skimpy bikini, with 
see-through holes at the side. 

Gloria, half-wiggled, half-walked across the stage. 

When she got to center stage, she turned around, wiggled her ass, tapping it 
playfully, "A new place to play," she giggled, and winking walked over to 
the mike. 

The audience howled its approval of her outspoken sexual aside. But nobody 
was prepared for what followed. 

"Principal," she began, "Would you come out here with me. What I have to say 
in my speech is just for you! 

A bit nervously, the principal stepped over with the sexy brunette. 

"Now, that you've had us all line up, so you could compare the size of our 
breasts, measure our hips and waists, I wonder if "you'd unzip your fly and 
take out your prick-so I could measure its length!" 

The principal was dumbfounded. He didn't know whether to grab the girl or 
carry her off the stage or what. Seeing the embarrassment sweep over the 
principal's face brought gales of laughter from the students who flipped 
out. 

Now the students were on their feet, giving Gloria a standing ovation. And 
Gloria was eating it up, bowing, and putting her arms out in triumph. 

"The contest is over," the principal managed to shriek into the mike. "Go 
back to your classes immediately." 

The auditorium had become bedlam now, as the students stamped, clapped and 
shrieked their approval. The combo returned, and played a fanfare. 

"I want to see you in my office," the principal told Gloria angrily. 

"Will I be safe?" she smiled. 

"You damned well will be," he said, "I'll phone your mother, and she can 
take you home." 

That event was the talk of the school day. The students were laughing and 
joking as they thought about what was happening. When Jeff and Brad were 
walking home together, Jeff asked Brad bluntly, "Had a good piece of ass 
lately?" 

"Why do you ask?" Brad asked, with a wicked gleam in his eye. 

"Well, it sure as hell isn't because I'm interested in yours," Jeff assured 
him, "But this super chick I'm going with digs double fucks!" 

"Double fucks?" Brad asked curiously, "What in hell is that?" 

"Haven't you heard?" he continued, "About women who want two men? One 
fucking up her ass-hole, and one driving it into her pussy. Some say it's 
the only way to fly!" 

"Hmmmm, sounds interesting," Brad agreed, letting his imagination excite his 
tingling balls. 

"You'd love one of them double-fucks," Jeff said, "This girl Peggy is an 
older woman-twenty eight-but she isn't too old to screw, and she digs young 
cock!" 

"Well, I'm glad you asked me to join the party," Brad said, "Maybe I can 
return the favor some day. How about that?" 

"This chick is a stewardess, and she makes money fucking with older men who 
dig her tail and want to ball. She says those dirty old men make her eat ass 
and everything!" 

"She ever suck your ass?" Brad asked, wondering if he could get her to eat 
his ass out too. 

"Sure thing," he replied. "Feels fantastic when that slippery old tongue 
slides up the tight ass-hole!" 

"What else will this chick do?" 

"She's a great ball sucker too," he said. "She licks them and then lets you 
stick them in her nice hot mouth." 

"How about her cunt action? Is she tight?" 

"Her pussy is perfect," Jeff assured him. "How do you think she gets $100 an 
hour from those guys who fly with her?" 

"Wow!" Brad exclaimed, "What a way to make a living!" 

"And she taught me all I know about ass-fucking," Jeff continued. "There's a 
real art to ass-fucking and most of the chicks here in Haver High won't let 
you drive your dick up their precious ass-holes." 

Letting on he was a sophisticated man of experience, Brad beamed, "Oh, I've 
had ass fucks!" 

"But did the chick tell you all the things you can do when you're fucking 
her ass-hole?" 

"like what?" 

"like using a vibrating dildo in her pussy so she's getting a two-way fuck." 

"No-I'll confess I haven't tried that." 

"And then there is another thing she used on me I really loved. A Susie 
Sucker." 

"What in hell is a Susie Sucker?" 

"A Susie Sucker is a rubber machine that slips tight over the head of the 
cock. When it is fastened, it grabs the cock and jerks off." 

"You mean they've invented the automatic cock-sucking machine?" 

"Right-on," he smiled, "That's what they've done!" 

"Sounds super to me. I'd like to slip one of those automatic cocksucking 
machines on my prick and eat Peggy's pussy!" 

"That's what I did," he laughed, "And it was a groovy scene having Peggy's 
bare ass straddling me while she pushed her gorgeous, juicy old box in my 
face." 

"Got a long tongue?" Brad laughed. 

"Long enough to please Peggy," he smiled, opening his mouth and wiggling his 
tongue in the air. 

As Jeff wiggled his tongue in the air, Brad couldn't help but envy him. He'd 
enjoyed a fabulous $100 an hour girl, an experience he must have. 

"When can I meet this femme fatale?" 

"I got to set it up in advance," he explained, "Cause we play around between 
flights!" 

"Did she ever tell you about having sex with guys on the plane?" 

"Oh, she did that just once-some pilot she was blowing nearly crashed when 
he got carried away with her cocksuck. So she doesn't do that any more." 

"I hope not," Brad gulped. "Remind me which flights she is on so I can miss 
them. I don't want to take chances!" 

"I guarantee you, Brad, you'll be glad you took me up on this offer. It 
really wasn't my idea to share this sexy chick's cunt with nobody, but long 
as she's the type who wants two cocks at the same time-I've got to-if I care 
to continue balling her." 

"You're motivated by your generosity," Brad laughed. 

Brad was out of the dumps now. The exhilaration of the Miss Haver High 
beauty contest, and the pandemonium that cut loose there, combined with 
Jeffs offer to share a sexy stewardess had made his day. 

He felt a sense of guilt disappear. He didn't actually like having sex with 
his mom he reasoned, it was just that he needed a wholesome sexual outlet, 
like any other normal, virile, growing boy. Mom's beautiful body got in the 
way one hot night, and he gave in. But-that still didn't change one 
horrifying and ugly fact, he reasoned-I'm a mother-fucker. 

 CHAPTER EIGHT 

When he got home, his mother was waiting for him. 

"Hi, honey," she began, trying her best to console him, as she felt 
confident he would be uptight about her having such a wild time with his 
father. 

"Hi, Mom," he smiled good naturedly. Instantly, she could tell all hostility 
had vanished, and she wondered why. 

She didn't have long to wonder, for he quickly told her, "I'm glad you and 
Dad are back at it." 

She recoiled at the thought of having no more sex with her stud son. "What 
are you talking about?" 

"Everything is solved, Mom," he explained. "My buddy Jeff at school has this 
stewardess who is teaching him all about sex!" 

"How disgusting. Mechanical sex, that's all it is!" 

"What do you mean, Mom?" he asked, not quite understanding what she was 
talking about. 

"Simply this," she explained. "People who jump on each other with only lust 
to pull them together are mechanical fuckers. Oh, they may know every 
position in the sex books, but that doesn't make them any good at sex-it 
doesn't make them any good at all!" 

It was at this point that she decided strategy was necessary. She didn't 
hesitate for a moment to employ her female cunning to trap her son into more 
sex. She must satisfy her strange carnal craving. Sitting in a chair, she 
threw her face in her hands and began sobbing sadly. 

"Oh, son," she lamented, "You don't know what this cheap talk does to me. 
I've had such confidence in you, such love for you and to hear about this 
ugly invitation to carry on in twisted sex makes me want to vomit." 

It bothered him to see his mother so upset, but he was both frustrated and 
confused now and didn't know what to do. 

"Mom," he said quietly. "What's going to happen to us?" 

"I-I don't know," she said, "But I can't bear to have you engage in sex with 
a cheap tramp who doesn't give a damn about you. I-I can't help it. I love 
you!" 

Going over to her, and stroking her head to try to stop her weeping, he 
relented, "Alright, Mom-I won't fuck this stewardess." 

The tears stopped, and glancing up through misty eyes, she exclaimed, "Oh, 
good, baby-tell you what-we can go to one of those fuck motels and watch 
some demonstrations on teevee. It would be a good education for you, and I'd 
let you make love to me. We feel something for each other, son, that's what 
makes love right instead of wrong!" 

"Are you sure, Mom?" Brad asked, troubled by her line of reasoning and 
thinking secretly he was a mother-fucker no matter how she sliced the logic. 

"Of course," she said huskily. "Love makes the world go round. Love gives 
light in darkness, and it was cords of love that pulled us to each other, 
the most natural love in the world mother for son!" 

"But is sex love natural between mother and son?" Brad asked bluntly. 

Realizing she had him if she could make him think there was nothing wrong in 
their having a sexual encounter together. Thinking fast, she said, "Son-let 
me put it this way. Because I love you, your body is radiant and beautiful, 
and every part of it should be loved-every part of it." 

"Alright, Mom," he agreed, his imagination seized by the thought of her hot 
tongue, lashing with a fury up his ass-hole. He'd seen her do this to his 
father the night before. And more than that, his buddy Jeff had talked about 
the stewardess Peggy who'd plant her mouth over his ass, and let her tongue 
slide up there. He was ready for action. 

Almost as if she was possessed, Diane got to her feet. "I'll think of 
something to keep your father off the trail. I can tell him I've got to buy 
some things for the girls' bridge club party, and we'll have dinner around 
eight. He won't mind. He can stop in a bar and have some drinks-he'll love 
that!" 

She made the phone call, leaving the message with her husband's secretary. 
Going to her bedroom, she hastily dressed and then with heavy dark glasses 
she left the house with her son. They drove to the far side of town via the 
freeway, and she then drove along a boulevard lined with motels. The huge 
signs outside with their glaring neon ads for water beds, and adult color 
teevee, and mirrors told the story. 

"This is going to be great," Brad enthused, as he saw just how many motels 
had gone into the business of providing sex rooms, complete with everything 
to make a simple fuck a most delightful experience. 

"You'd better wait a block from the motel," she insisted. "I'll come back 
and tell you which room I'm in, and you can then join me. I'll get one so 
you won't have to walk by the manager." 

"I hope so," Brad said quietly, "Dad would die if he knew the two of us were 
fucking-you know that!" 

"Of course I do," she said nervously. 

When she'd paid twenty five dollars for the room with the king-size water 
bed, adult movies on teevee, and mirrors, she turned to leave. The manager 
couldn't help commenting, "Lady, if you don't mind my saying so you should 
have to pay!" 

Not quite knowing how to respond, Diane smiled, as she turned back to look 
at the lecherous motel manager who wasn't above letting his eyes soak her 
up. 

Going to the corner, she found her son, and gave him the room number 
instructing him how to find the room without going by the watchful eye of 
the motel manager. 

Moments later, mother and son were in the sex-equipped bedroom preparing to 
undress. As Brad looked at his Mom slipping out of her panties and bending 
over, he let his eyes trail down to observe the appealing crack in her 
behind, accompanied by the tantalizing wisp of pussy hair. When she was 
totally nude, she pulled some spray cologne from her purse, and pressed the 
white plastic button on top, releasing the delightful fragrance to coat her 
inner thighs. 

"You doing that for me, Mom?" 

"Who else, son?" she smiled. 

It was obvious to him what had happened. She had managed to lure him back in 
bed, and for a moment he hesitated to pull down his shorts, and jump on top 
of her. He felt strange, he felt guilty, he felt tormented. If anyone ever 
saw them, it would prove terrible. He would be a mother-fucker! 

"Why don't you slide your jock shorts off?" she smiled, coming over to him, 
reaching out and feeling for his bulging cock. 

"I-I don't know," he said softly, his voice becoming husky with emotion as 
she let her hand slip back and forth on his dick. 

Reaching inside his shorts, and pressing on his penis, she felt it become 
rigid. 

"You like my cock, don't you, Mom?" 

Diane didn't answer with words, but her head nodded, and her glistening eyes 
replied forcibly. 

Pulling him by his penis over to the water-bed, she almost tripped, and 
suddenly she heard sounds coming into their room. 

Dropping his cock like it was a hot firebrand, she turned to see blazing 
color pictures of a couple in the middle of the intercourse act flashed on 
their private teevee screen. 

"Wow!" her son exclaimed. "Look at that flick, will you, Mom? Isn't that 
sensational?" 

Brad got on the bed, and spread his legs for his mom, while he watched the 
couple going at it on the teevee screen. 

His fascinated eyes didn't move from the screen where a naked man was in the 
middle of the bed on his knees. A long-haired, big breasted beauty had 
thrown her luscious legs around him, as he gripped her ass cheeks, and 
pumped it to her. 

While his cock got still more rigid, his mom decided this was the ideal time 
to let her tongue lash around his ass-hole. As her hot tongue licked around 
his tight, quivering anal opening, her hand reached up to grip his cock and 
pump it unmercifully. As she pumped his penis, she licked his ass-hole. And 
while she jacked him off, and sucked his ass he continued watching the wild 
fuck action going on before him on the teevee screen. 

Her hot, lashing tongue got him so excited, Brad's body was trembling. 

"Oh, Mom-I love that sensation," he told her quite frankly, "Keep doing that 
for me will you! Way up the ass-hole. Oh, yes, now-now, that's how I like 
it. Keep eating my ass out! Don't stop now. I love that!" 

The teevee screen let the man pumping his pecker into the girl whose legs 
were locked around him, go on driving his dick in and out of her until he 
shot his gun off. 

"Wow!" he exclaimed, as the camera closed in for a close-up on the "mighty 
penis unloading in her tight pussy. 

Next, the screen switched to reveal a naked couple lying out on the bed, as 
the man who was on his back, fucked the woman who was on top of him. It was 
a delightful shot, for you could see the woman's well-rounded ass cheeks 
going up and down, as the huge, swollen cock drove in and out of her pussy. 
The man's hands were all over her ass cheeks, pinching her, guiding her, as 
he rode into her tight channel. 

"Suck ass," Brad begged, as all inhibitions disappeared. "Yes, suck 
ass-that's the way to do it-eat my ass out! Eat my ass, baby-eat it!" 

With this open invitation to lash his tight ass-hole with her tongue, Diane 
gladly stabbed up his personal, intimate opening, and how he loved the 
invasion. It provided him with a scintillating sensation, the-likes of which 
he'd never known before. 

"I-I can't stand it, oh, that's fantastic," he grunted, as she continued 
stabbing her hot, eager tongue up his ass-hole. As she continued plunging in 
and out with even paces, her hand developed an even rhythm on his penis. She 
pulled on it with vigor, and skill, just as she had learned to do for her 
husband. It delighted Diane to see how her son appreciated the same regular 
movements. 

Another wild fuck scene flashed onto the teevee screen, and this excited, 
stimulated young Brad even more. The man was standing beside the bed, his 
penis driving into the woman's hot hole, while she threw her legs around his 
waist. His hot hands gripped her ass cheeks, and she rested her hands as she 
bent back on the bed. The man's mouth was over her breasts, and he was 
nibbling them with zest. , "Suck my ass out," he gasped. "Suck. Stab your 
tongue all the way up there! That's how I want it! Now, now you're doing it. 
Come on, Momeat ass-eat my ass out!" 

His words became wild, as he begged her to give him the wild sex action he 
required. It was a blazing moment of truth for him, and in a blinding, 
passionate frenzy he pushed his ass back in a regular rhythm to meet her 
advancing tongue-stabs. 

But tell-tale juice was starting to ooze from the small slit at the head of 
his penis-shaft. And, she realized she'd have to quickly slip her tongue out 
of her son's tight ass-hole, and slide it up the underside of his cock 
quickly, to cop the juice from his cock. 

Sliding out, she lightly lashed the big, swelling balls, and then letting 
her tongue slip to the top of his penis, lashed it with relish. Finally, she 
glided down over the head of his swollen cock, just as the man on the teevee 
screen--finished shoving his cock into the woman's cunt for the final jab, 
and shot his gun off. 

Now, he focused his gaze on his mom's mouth, which was sucking his cock in. 
He felt it, slip-slip-slipping down her velvety throat and new waves of 
erotic delight swept over him. 

"Oh, Mom-this is too much," he gasped, "I love the way you let me shove my 
dick down your throat. Take it farther-if you can!" 

Diane was determined to give her son so many super sensations that nobody, 
but nobody could surpass her love-making. She let him slip his prick so far 
down her throat, that breathing became very difficult and she thought she'd 
choke on his prick. 

"Just like that!" he writhed in sexual delight, all the fantasies of his 
jack-offing springing to life in a most marvelous manner. 

He pulled back just at the moment of climax so he could enjoy the sensation 
of being sucked in. With his penis head remaining in her mouth, as he pulled 
from her throat, he groaned, "I'm cumming! Oh, Mom-I'm shooting my wad!" 

The passionate frenzy that she felt at this moment was almost more than she 
could stand, for his hot cream tasted delicious to her, and she greedily 
sucked him. His bitter-sweet pecker juice was an inspiring delicacy, setting 
her imaginaton on fire, as she thought about it being created in his bulging 
balls, and shot through his pulsating penis shaft, to be deposited freely in 
her mouth for her to suck and savor. 

"I-I can't stand it," the young boy groaned in sexual ecstasy, as his legs 
locked around her shoulders and she devoured him happily. 

When it reached the point where his penis tickled, he begged her to slip her 
mouth off his pecker-meat. 

"That's enough," he laughed. "That's enough, Mom-you'll suck the damned 
thing off!" 

Reluctantly releasing his penis, she looked up at him. "Alright, son," she 
smiled, "I wouldn't want to do that!" 

Resting her head on his thigh, she looked at his one upraised leg, and 
gently slipped her hand under his ass cheek, cupping it. 

There was no doubt in her mind about the fact she'd managed to demonstrate 
to her son how much she cared. More than that, she knew she combined passion 
with love. That was more than the slut stewardess would do. 

Nevertheless, it bothered her to no end to think that he might be 
contemplating sex with anyone but herself and she vowed she'd turn him on 
again-make him go down on her cunt and give her the kind of action she 
required. 

Raising her head, she looked up at Brad. 

"Enjoy that, baby?" she asked earnestly. 

"You know it, Mom," he smiled down at her. "Come up here! Let me kiss 
you-okay?" 

This excited Diane for her son was asking her to move forward and she wasn't 
going to hesitate-not for a moment. Moving up, she brushed her bosoms over 
his chest, as she pressed her lips down on his. 

Brad loved the feel of both her breasts and her lips crushing down over his 
face. It was an exciting moment for him and he made the very most of it. 

He opened his mouth suggestively, and she took instant advantage of this 
fact. 

Soon they were Frenching, their tongue pumping action, stimulating each 
other to new sexual heights. 

"This is beautiful, son," Diane said softly. "Oh, baby, you have no idea how 
much your Mom loves you!" 

"I-I'm afraid I do," he said knowingly. 

 CHAPTER NINE 

"I guess if I look at it some ways," Brad admitted, trying to rationalize, 
"You are doing me a favor to teach me all about fucking!" 

"That's the truth," Diane said, hastily reaching for something to justify 
her own conduct. "Son, if it weren't for me, you wouldn't understand so much 
about sex-the beauty of sex, I mean-two souls communicating-not just a 
couple of bare assed bodies merging." 

"Mom," he said, "Can I eat your pussy?" Diane's face lit up. 

"Son, I never thought you'd ask," she said quietly. "Of course, you 
can-gladly!" 

Diane got up off the bed, turning off the fuck films. "We don't need this 
anymore for stimulation-we've got each other!" 

Momentarily a frown creased Brad's forehead, to which his mother immediately 
responded, "Actually, dear, it's a distraction!" 

"Yes," he agreed glumly, "I guess it is!" 

Diane proceeded to her purse, where she pulled out a small yellow plastic 
honey container. 

"Now, I'll just insert the magic container into my pussy, and get you ready 
for action!" 

Puzzled, he asked, "What are you doing that for, Mom?" 

"They don't call it the honey pot for nothing," she giggled, squeezing the 
sticky, golden substance into her vaginal opening. "You can suck the honey 
out of my cunt-how does that grab you?" 

"By the balls," he said, "By the balls, Mom!" 

The whole idea appealed to him and he could hardly wait for the moment of 
truth. 

"What position do we get in, Mom?" 

"My favorite pussy eating position," she maintained, "Is when I'm flat on my 
back, with my legs thrown up over your shoulders. I want you to play with my 
ass cheeks while you eat my juicy pussy. How does that grab you?" 

"I'd love that," he said. "Your legs will lock me in place like a prisoner 
of love!" 

Diane nodded, not letting on to her son that that was precisely what she 
felt she was-a prisoner of love. It didn't exactly make her happy thinking 
about it-but that was the truth of the matter, and she had to face facts. 

The golden honey was dripping from her pussy as she strode over to the bed 
and lay down. Spreading her luscious legs, she looked up at her son-who 
could hardly wait. 

"Come on, Mom," he asked eagerly, "Let's get cracking!" 

Raising her legs, she waited for him to assist her into position. 
Immediately, Brad's arms reached out, his hands gripping her buttocks, as he 
brought her pussy even with his mouth. 

"It's beautiful," he exclaimed. "Let me just look at it!" 

To give him the very best view possible, Diane adjusted the nightstand lamp, 
as she stretched her arm out, so light would fall over her slit. As he 
looked at her pussy, his tongue became eager to lick and lash her love line. 

"Go ahead, honey-don't be bashful." 

"Alright, Mom." 

Brad's head bowed low over his mom's cunt, his hands squeezed her ass 
cheeks, as his hot tongue swept along the line of her pussy. 

"Eat me," she panted, as his hot tongue pumped along her gash. She became so 
excited she was trembling, as he invaded her sticky womanhood. Reaching 
forward, she guided her son's head over her cunt. 

As the tongue pumped into her vagina, she felt herself starting to juice and 
this bothered her. She didn't want to respond quite this quickly to his 
loving tongue lashes. But he was leaving her little alternative, as the 
insistent, lapping tongue was driving her out of her mind with pleasure. 

"Suck my pussy," she panted. "Eat me lover--eat me! Pussy juice and 
honey-delicious, baby, lap it up!" 

He gladly let his tongue sweep along her velvety mound and she pushed 
forward. Now, he nibbled at her clit, and she gushed, coming in multiples, 
the pussy juice mingling with the honey to give him some super excitement. 

"That's the way, keep biting me, babymama loves that!" Releasing his buttock 
hold, he rested her ass cheeks on his thighs. His hands reached out to grip 
the bosoms. Now, she was more excited than ever before. 

"Suck my cunt, Brad, baby-suck mama's juicy pussy, and suck it good!" 

No doubt about it, she had a way of demanding that somehow hypnotized her 
son to do her bidding. Diane was stopping at nothing now to keep her son 
fascinated with her body, and fascinated she was. 

"Eat my juicy pussy," she panted. "Eat hearty, son-eat my spurting pussy!" 

Burying his head in her crotch, he didn't stop licking or loving her. It was 
a fantastic moment for Brad, for he could feel his cock becoming hard. And 
he knew he'd have to get some more action-he could hardly wait. 

But now he busied himself, pinching his mother's bosoms, and maintaining 
vigilance, with his hot tongue swipes inside her magnificent mound. 

When she'd finished juicing, he pulled his sticky with honey and cum tongue 
out of her hot insistent hole, and looked into her eyes, and burst out 
laughing. 

"What are you laughing at, luv?" Diane asked her son, confidentially 
wondering if he was cracking up. 

"I was just thinking, Mom," he chuckled, "I've got a new tag they can apply 
to me." 

"What are you talking about?" she asked her son curiously. 

"I've graduated from mother-fucker to mother-sucker!" 

"Oh, son," she groaned, "How revolting!" 

"No, it isn't," Brad insisted, "It's honest! And I'm feeling great at last! 
At last, because I'm FREE!" 

"I-I don't understand," she said, shaking her head. 

With her buttocks still resting on her son's thighs, her pussy still 
dripping and close to his mouth, his hands still massaging her breasts, 
their red circle nipples erect with excitement, he explained, "I-I used to 
be afraid. I'm not afraid anymore. I'm free!" 

"Well, I'm glad for that," she said, "I want you to feel free, but those 
foul names-please don't use them dear!" 

"I'm not using them, Mom-I'm living them!" 

For a moment, Diane turned her head shamefully away from her son's 
exhilarated gaze. Her eyes moistened as she realized that if he was a 
mother-fucker, she was a molester. 

Reaching over, he brought her head back to the center of the pillow, but her 
eyes still looked away. 

"You mustn't get sad, Mom-please!" 

But Brad's words fell on deaf ears. 

"The only way I can survive," Brad explained, "Is by telling you the truth, 
and not being afraid. I'm not afraid anymore! Not at all-why should I be?" 

"Maybe you're right," she replied quietly, "Perhaps it is not as bad as I 
thought. But when you first said that dirty word 'mother-fucker', I got 
shook up." 

"You can't let words shake you," Brad insisted, "You are my mother-and I'm 
your fucker. So, I guess it's true, I'm a mother-fucker, but so the hell 
what!" 

Realizing it was the stereotype image of a mother-fucker in her mind that 
was getting her uptight, and not the knowledge that her son was giving her 
sex, she quickly discarded the meaning others had imputed to the word, and 
felt at ease, like her son. 

"Honey," she smiled, "I-I don't understand you, but you do make sense. 
There's absolutely nothing wrong with us-with either of us, and why 
shouldn't we love each other?" 

"I'm glad you see it my way," Brad grinned. 

Inside, Diane was grinning too, for she'd wanted to bring Brad around to 
where he could see their relationship her way, the right way, she lied to 
herself-a relationship locked with love, and linked to the finer" types of 
sexual connections. 

Brad got off the bed, and she caught sight of his huge cock as it flipped 
out in front of him. 

"Sweetheart," she smiled, "I guess we've got to take care of that huge dick 
of yours!" 

Grasping it, he smiled proudly, "It is a big one, isn't it, Mom?" 

"It sure is son, and I've got something that will help us enjoy a wild ride. 

Going to her purse, Diane removed something that puzzled Brad for a moment. 
It looked like somebody's cock, chopped off where it fitted onto their body. 

"What you got there, Mom?" 

"Haven't you ever seen one of these at school?" she laughed. 

"No, I haven't," he admitted, "What are those straps for?" 

"For you," she smiled, going toward him with the thick plastic penis, and 
the dangling black elastic straps. 

"That's for a lez," he insisted. "No straight guy is ever going to use one 
of those damned things-what do I need one for. I've got balls, Mom." 

Reaching down, he gripped his balls, and massaged them, with vigor and 
pride. 

Nevertheless, Diane wanted to acquaint her son with the highways and byways 
of sexual pleasure, to keep him closer to her than any other woman could by 
giving him a variety of sexual pleasure that could not be surpassed by 
anyone. 

And ever so smoothly, she explained what she expected. 

"Brad," she purred, "I want one cock up my ass, and one up my pussy. 
Insomuch as you don't have two cocks..." 

"I'd be a fucking freak if I did have, Mom," he complained. 

"Let me finish," she insisted. "Insomuch as you don't have two cocks, then I 
have to substitute this plastic peter. But, it'll do just fine." 

"Mom, have you lost your mind?" Brad demanded. 

"No, son, I haven't, but I'm not going to let a little thing like you having 
only one dick subtract from my pleasure-if you don't mind." 

Now, she was putting the rubber dildo straps, on her son's body. She wanted 
him to give her this double-fuck if it was the last thing he did. She was 
determined to enjoy him totally, and create within him such warped sexual 
cravings that she could always count on him to come back to her. 

As Brad glanced in the mirror, to see her strapping on the huge dildo, and 
observed his own cock in comparison, he felt forced to comment, "I don't 
come off too bad compared to that plastic prick, do I Mom?" 

"No, dear, you don't," she assured him proudly, as she reached down to 
finger his nuts. 

Brad was more excited now than, he'd ever been. The moment of truth wasn't 
far off, and he would know what it was like to have two peckers, shoving up 
both hot holes. 

Diane busied herself, opening a container of surgical jelly, and using it to 
lubricate her ass-hole for his cock's rigid invasion. 

"I can hardly wait," he exclaimed. "Come on, Mom-let's get cracking!" 

The sensational excitement was building in his balls, and a new-found sense 
of power surged through him at the thought of thrusting his prick into her 
from two angles. 

Getting up on the bed, she threw her legs apart, spreading them 
conveniently, as she slipped a pillow under her behind. 

"I'll help you, honey," she smiled affectionately. "You slide your real-live 
pecker up my ass-hole, and I'll direct the store bought prick up my pussy." 

"Thanks, Mom," he told her, "I sure appreciate you introducing me to 
different ways of balling! It'll come in handy." 

That did it. Was Brad thinking of using her valuable sex knowledge with 
other women? She had to find out. 

Throwing her head back, and laughing, she asked-as if it didn't matter, 
"What do you mean-come in handy?" 

"So you won't have to show me how next time," he quickly covered for 
himself. 

"Save fucking time," she giggled, delighted that he planned to continue 
having sex with her. 

There was no doubt in Brad's mind about what the score was now. He 
immediately recognized what the situation was and he was delighted to 
discover a new way to please his mom, as he felt his big cock sliding 
smoothly between her well-lubed ass cheeks. She was guiding his dildo dong 
to her hairy slit, and he could hardly wait. 

"Come on, baby-let's ball," he smiled, as he shoved hard up her rectum, 
driving it with fierce force past the tight anal opening, and plunging it in 
and out like clock work. 

"Play with my titties, sweetie," she asked her son, as he finally got his 
speed up, giving her a fuck she could never forget. 

His hot hands grasped her bosoms, and played with them. And at the same time 
his slippery dick drove insistently in and out of her tight ass-hole. 

"Fuck-come on, baby, fuck it, that's the way--keep fucking!" The pleasure he 
was experiencing now was increasing with every cock stab. 

Her tight ass muscles gripped his thrusting cock, and she gave him a 
physical workout he couldn't forget. 

"Oh, wow! Keep that up," he panted, "I like that! You don't know how good 
that feels. That's the way. Keep fucking! Now, now, you're doing it! Ohhh, 
ahhh, just like that! Fuck-fuck, fuck it off!" 

She let her ass swing from side to side, as he rocked forward with hard jabs 
up her rectum. At the same time, she enjoyed the savage plunging of the 
plastic prick that raided her pussy. 

Pinching her sensitive nipples, the blood rushed to them, and they became 
immediately erect. It was almost more than he could stand at this moment. 

"Fuck me, Mom-fuck me," he pleaded. "Swing your tail! You know how. When I 
ride it to the right, you twist your sweet ass to the left. That's the way 
to do it!" 

The fantastic sensations continued. The pleasure building to a wild 
crescendo. 

"Fuck, fuck fast Mom-ohhh, wow! That's how! Now, your ass is on fire. Ohhh, 
do I like this new place to play!" 

The pleasure he was deriving from this form of fucking was surprising even 
to him. He analyzed it, as he pumped his prick up her hot tight ass-hole. 

The cunt didn't have the grip like her ass did. It was tougher to invade 
this area, but it was indeed much more sensational-the pleasures far more 
fantastic. 

"Enjoying yourself, son?" she smiled proudly. 

"Bet your sweet ass, I am," he replied, his jaw hanging slack, his lower lip 
quivering as he went on driving it up her tight, tremendous ass-hole. 

Together they were finding new thrills, and Diane felt completely satisfied 
with the double-invasion; ass and cunt. 

"You're, hurting me," she complained, as he pinched her nipples so hard the 
pain seared through her body. 

"I-I'm sorry," he panted, brought back to reality by her pain. "I guess I 
got carried away!" 

"I guess you did," she agreed. 

At this point, the electrical thrills she felt surging through her body had 
her trembling with passionate pleasure. 

"Oh, baby, fuck-fuck it-that's the way to do it-fuck, Mom-fuck me!" 

At this point, he was raising his slick prick up her well lubed rectum to 
get his gun off in a hot explosion. 

"Shoot it, son," she panted. "That's how I want it! Shoot that big old prick 
of yours-I want it all-every fucking inch! Shove it all the way up there! 
That's how you do it! Ohh, ahh, now--oh son, we'll make it together." 

Her face became an erotic mask of intense pleasure, as she reflected her 
son's wild enthusiasm for giving her sex-such as she'd never known before. 

"Now just keep your tail twisting at just that tempo, as I feed my dick up 
your ass-inch by inch!" 

He was determined to keep jabbing it up there until he got his gun off, and 
with hot enthusiasm, he kept it drilling up her tight ass-hole until he was 
all the way up there. 

"Wow!" he exclaimed, "We made it. I'm in all the way!" 

"Beautiful!" she panted, in a sexual frenzy, "that's the way, son-ohhhh, 
you'll never know how much I love the feel of that huge prick of yours up 
there. Get your gun off, son!" 

Driving it in up to the hilt, he felt his body tremble, as his penis-head 
exploded. 

"I-I'm cumming," he groaned. "I-I'm shooting my wad!" 

In a frenzy, he continued thrusting as the head of his penis poured its 
white sticky contents high up her rectum. At the same moment, Diane felt 
herself climaxing on the erotic delight her son had generated in her own 
body. 

It was a moment of blinding erotic truth, such as she'd never known before, 
and suddenly she wondered if it could be real. It seemed too glorious to be 
true, for the steady stream of creamy cum, spurting from her son's cock's 
head had brought her to the brink of climax, and then-the gusher. 

"I'm cumming too," she groaned happily, pinching her ass muscles around his 
pulsating pistol. 

"Right on target, eh Mom?" he smiled, all inhibitions disappearing in the 
light of such erotic frenzy, such total delight. 

He didn't pull his pecker out of her tight ass-hole, until he'd finished 
shooting his load. Slowly, he withdrew, and then she smiled at him. 

"What are you thinking?" he asked her. 

"I-I'm just thinking how super you are," she said. "Your father never could 
screw like you!" 

"Is that the secret of my success?" he asked, as both the sticky dildo, and 
his cum-slick cock came out of her. 

"Yes, son-that's the secret of your success, now, kiss me ... let me know it 
isn't just crude sex, but soul sex." 

Letting his own dripping cock, and the still sticky dildo brush over her 
stomach, he moved forward, and bending over let his tongue lick teasingly 
along her lips. 

Her eyes glazed with emotion, she looked at him. 

"French me," she requested softly, her voice husky with desire. 

Their hot tongues merged, and soon their lapping, jabbing tongues were 
duplicating the movements of the sexual organs when they rub, press, and jab 
against each other in erotic titillation. Her hands reached down to grip his 
firm round buttocks. She played with his ass cheeks, pressing her fingertips 
to his prostate gland as she continued loving him with emotion, and passion. 

Her hand movements on his buttocks triggered his tongue action, and the more 
intensely she groped for his behind, the more eagerly his tongue swept into 
her mouth. 

Finally, he felt her finger sliding up his ass-hole. At first he resented 
and resisted her finger slipping up his rectum, but once she'd managed to 
jab it farther inside, he enjoyed it. 

His tongue pumped all around her mouth to the tempo of her finger gliding up 
his tight ass. 

Pulling his tongue out of her mouth, she continued slipping her finger up 
his ass-hole. He said to her, "Mom ... you are doing your damndest to excite 
every part of my anatomy, aren't you?" 

Diane smiled softly up at him, her eyes glazed with lust, "Yes, son. Am I 
succeeding!" 

"You know it," he nodded. 

 CHAPTER TEN 

Meantime, George was waiting at home for his wife and son. He could 
understand Diane being away as she'd told him she was going to be gone, but 
where was his son, Brad. This bothered him. 

Finally, Brad came home first. 

"Where you been, son?" 

"My girlfriend invited me over to her place for dinner," he said, trying to 
hustle off to his room as quickly as possible so his father wouldn't quiz 
him about details. 

"That's nice," his father replied. "I'm always glad when my boy makes out 
with the high school chicks. When they ask you over to dinner, that's a good 
sign." 

"Yeah," Brad said, trying not to get trapped into supplying the girl's name. 

Moments later, his wife came home. 

"Hi, honey," he smiled, "I was going to take you and Brad out to dinner 
tonight, but Brad said he's already had his dinner at his girlfriend's 
place." 

"Well, then," Diane enthused, "The two of us should go out." 

"Just like old times," George smiled proudly, "You are so excited and 
happy-I love to see your eyes sparkle like they do." 

"Are my eyes sparkling?" she smiled at him. 

"Yes, look in the mirror, honey-you can see they are!" Diane was almost 
afraid to go look in the mirror, for she was certain she'd see her guilty 
face looking back at her. 

"Go ahead, honey," he insisted. 

Nervously, she stepped toward the mirror, deciding she'd mask any guilt that 
might surface with a radiant smile. She smiled alright, but strangely, the 
smile didn't look genuine. It was a forced smile, one that betrayed more 
than a little nervousness. 

"You're right, I am happy-and it's all because you are back home where you 
belong," she grinned at her husband. But, later at dinner, George painfully 
revealed to her what his boss had to tell him. 

"I'm going away tomorrow for a month to open up a district office in 
Cleveland. I wish you could join me for a month, but what would we do with 
Brad?" 

Two thoughts impinged on her at this moment. One, the chance to be with 
Brad, the other the loneliness of being without a husband, having to 
shoulder all the responsibilities of home, and missing sex with George and 
enjoying him too. 

"Well, honey, we've had these separations before-and they only bring us 
closer together when we get back together-right?" 

"Right," he smiled, "And you know you can count on me to be faithful while 
I'm gone." 

"Faithful in your fashion-right?" 

"I'm only human," he half-apologized. "I have instincts old mama nature put 
in me, and I just do what comes naturally." 

"Of course, baby," Diane told her husband, George, "I-I don't blame you if 
you get a little on the side, but keep it clean. I don't want you to come 
home to mama and get her all infected with some cheap little hussy's bad 
hygiene habits." 

When they got back home that night, Diane wanted to beg off sex, but her 
husband wouldn't hear of it. 

"Sweetheart," he smiled, "we ought to have a farewell fuck!" 

"Alright," she smiled, slipping into her blue nylon nightgown. 

"Take that damned thing off," he fumed, "Unless you want me to cut a hole in 
the middle of that nightie." 

Diane slipped off the nightie, and stood before her horny husband stark 
naked, her ivory skin glistening, her magnificent mound ready and waiting. 

"Why don't you get on your knees, darling, and worship at the shrine of my 
pussy?" 

George freaked out when his wife suggested such a thing. 

"Get your ass on the bed, and I'll ram it up your cunt, get off this 
ego-trip-I want a fuck, that's all!" 

Shrugging that her sexy suggestion was met with cheap derision, she hustled 
to the bed, and spread for her husband. As he looked at her, he got more 
stimulated by the second. 

"Honey, I'll brush my ass over your tits, and let you lick around my 
ass-hole, and suck my balls and lick my dick-then I'll slip it to you." 

When he'd refused to drop before her, and eat her pussy, she was in no mood 
to lick ass. 

"Should I?" she scowled. "You didn't eat my snatch!" 

"Oh, I'm sorry," he apologized, "I just didn't like the idea of kneeling. 
Made me feel my woman was getting too liberated." 

"Can't your ego stand it?" 

"You bet my ego can stand it-I'll lick your cunt while you do me." 

He swung around on the bed in a sweet sixty-nine position, and got ready for 
some action. 

She was facing his cock and he was facing her pussy. He enjoyed the sight of 
her vagina, admiring her curly pussy hair, and could hardly wait for that 
moment when he could plunge his tongue inside her eager twat. 

She gripped his penis, and pumped it while she licked his balls, and let her 
tongue slide down to his quivering ass-hole. Flipping her tongue around his 
tight anal opening, she was bringing him to a peak of sexual excitement. 

"That's the way I like it," he panted. "Lick ass!" 

Having such a volume of sex in such a short time almost made her feel like a 
whore. She was becoming accustomed to being down around the cock, the balls, 
the ass. More than that she was developing expertise in what she was going 
to do. It was far from easy, but she was determined she would do her best to 
make a wild time of it. 

Her hot tongue plunged up his anal opening, and he loved it. George let his 
tongue slide along his wife's slit, and massaged, and played with her ass 
cheeks. She loved the sensations he was creating in this manner. 

"That's the way I like it," he told her, "Sweetheart, suck my ass out. Way 
up there. Let your tongue slide! That's the way to do it. I like that!" 

The hot tongue plunged up the tight anal opening, and the excitement built 
to a searing crescendo. At this point, he could hardly wait for her to lick 
his nuts, and lash the length of his pulsating penis with her tongue. 

Diane displayed a willingness to please him, as she saw his cock quiver. A 
shiver ran up and down her spine for she was strangely discovering that it 
didn't matter whose genitals she was loving-she enjoyed it. Maybe it was 
that old whore instinct surfacing in her she thought. It bothered her, but 
she didn't want to think much about it. It was much too frustrating. 

Now, she had a duty to perform. The duty of a wife to please her husband. Of 
course she knew she couldn't be called into court, and have charges brought 
against her she wouldn't eat her husband's ass out-and he was divorcing her. 
She knew the judge would throw all their asses out, if they tried to make 
such a ridiculous point. 

She enjoyed watching George's tight ass-hole, wiggling as her slippery 
tongue slid in and out in a sex rhythm all its own. George, in the meantime 
was letting his tongue invade her tight anal opening, and lashing away with 
a vengeance. 

"Eat ass," he panted. "Ohhh-ahh-Diane, luv-eat ass-suck-suck ass!" 

The tremendous pleasure they felt at this point built until she knew she'd 
have to suck cock if she was going to be granted the delightful opportunity 
to devour his sperm-load. And this also bugged Diane. She was developing 
something for sperm. A lusty, wild desire that made her want her husband's 
cock juice in the worst way. She liked it when it was hot, she enjoyed its 
creamy goodness, and she could hardly wait until she had a chance to suck 
him all the way. 

First however, she tended to the tantalizing task of licking his balls. 

She let her tongue lick along his balls, every moment becoming more exciting 
than the last. 

"Suck my bails," he begged, "I love it when your warm mouth holds them." 

Inside her mouth, she let her tongue lightly lick them. It was an unusual 
sensation, one calculated to ignite his passion to the bursting point. 

It didn't take long for her to slip his balls out of her mouth, and 
lash-lick up the underside of his dick, to the sensitive glans portion of 
the penis. 

She let her mouth perform artfully now, as she lightly swept back and forth, 
with the pink tip of her tongue, all the time tugging, massaging, exciting 
his balls. 

"Keep it up, lover-keep it up. That's the way you do it! I love that! Ohh, 
ahh-yes, baby, yes! Now, now you're doing it the right way!" 

Suddenly, he thrust his rigid dick in her mouth and she clamped on tightly 
and sucked. 

"Eat me," he begged. "Eat me! Now, now you're doing it-that's just how I 
like it! Eat my big old prick!" 

It stimulated Diane to hear George talk to her like this. She was so excited 
as a matter-of-fact, she clamped on the head of his shaft, and sucked with 
vigor, eagerly awaiting the moment of juicy truth, when the hot substance 
would shoot into her eager mouth. 

George realized this was his moment for loving, and that he should busy 
himself with sucking in her pussy, nibbling at her clit, and loving her with 
adoration. 

As his penis surged down her throat, his tongue surged around her vagina, as 
a finger probed to find her puckered-up ass-hole, so he could slip his 
finger up there at the same time. 

Finding it, his finger pleasurably slid up her tight ass-hole, and she 
enjoyed it immensely. 

"That's the way I like it," he groaned. "Now-now, baby, now-suck my cock 
off!" 

Diane's cocksucking skill was increasing with use, and she felt she should 
add her finger to the pleasure. The finger jabbed up there suddenly-and the 
pleasure built once more. 

"That's the way," he blurted, "finger-fuck my ass-hole, while you suck my 
cock off." 

She was giving him the stimulating pleasure he wanted and she determined 
he'd enjoy having sex with her. 

He was enjoying it immensely, for both of them had discarded all 
inhibitions. 

Her tongue swept over the crown of his cock, and she agitated the hairy 
balls, At this point, the pleasure was building to a soaring climax, and she 
wanted to taste the creamy sperm-load. 

"Eat me! Eat my pecker-juice," he panted, as she sucked in earnest-and then 
it happened. His dick exploded in her mouth, and she gobbled his prick-juice 
with gusto. 

Finishing, she slid off, and watching him crouching over her crotch, 
enjoying the sight of his bobbing head as he sucked her pussy. 

"Keep eating me," she panted, "I--I want it, baby-I want it!" Juicing in a 
multiple-climax, he got his gusher. 

All the time that he was finishing her, it was evident that he was enjoying 
it immensely. 

But when he pulled his tongue out, she glanced down at his rigid dick, and 
realized he was ready for some more action. 

"How would you like it if I tried my French Tickler on you tonight?" 

"I'd enjoy that!" she smiled at him, wishing he'd become this inventive 
about sexual intercourse before she felt so starved she got strung up on 
their son. 

Returning to the bed, he extended his penis, and began slipping the French 
tickler over the head of it. This was the moment she'd waited for, and she 
was eager to utilize every second of it, almost wishing she could end her 
torrid affair with her son. 

He looked at her hungrily, as she spread her legs for him. Straddling her, 
he guided himself into her waiting slit. As she felt him slipping in, she 
got more and more excited. 

"Fuck me," she begged, "fuck me good, baby!" 

The huge, throbbing male member drove into her, and she felt herself 
becoming more and more excited. 

"Now, baby, now-that's the way I like it-fuck!" 

Diane threw her legs around her husband's waist, as he rode into her, French 
Tickler and all. 

"Does it feel good, honey?" he asked eagerly. "You bet it does," she said. 
"All kinds of new sensations." 

"Just call us the fucking thrill seekers," he chuckled, as he went on 
driving his dick into her. 

She let her hands wander up and down his back as he pumped his pecker into 
her. 

"I love you," she sighed, as she looked up at him, enjoying the fact he was 
enjoying himself so much. 

"And I love you, baby," he told her, "like you wouldn't believe!" 

His lips pressed on her lips, and again his tongue swept along hers. 

"I-I'm really enjoying it," she admitted. "There's something about that 
tickler that is tremendous. I-I can't figure it out, but it is fantastic!" 

Just then George began getting those point-of-no-return sensations, as his 
stabbing prick continued driving into her with such intensity, he knew he 
had to make it. 

"I'm cumming, sweetheart," he panted, "I-I'm there!" 

Creamy white cum flowed into her cunt, and she felt herself gushing too, at 
this erotic instant. Their psyches merged, their sexual organs exploding, 
their arms entwined lovingly around each other, like any other normal 
married couple who make it good in bed, with one slight exception. 

The exception, being of course, one of the marriage partners was a molester, 
and worse, a molester of her own flesh and blood. She well knew that if 
George knew what she did for kicks, when he was gone, he'd kick her the hell 
out of his life for good. But now, with her sexual response so ecstatic, he 
would never know. Actually, she calculated, their sexual success might 
distract him from the reality of what she was doing. 

When George did withdraw, he stood beside the bed happily slipping off the 
amazing French Tickler. 

"I'm glad you enjoyed my little surprise tonight, honey," he told his wife. 
"You have no idea how happy it makes me to see you enjoying sex like this." 

"Really, George," she smiled. "Haven't I always been a good piece of ass?" 

"Frankly, when we were first married you were a lousy fucker." 

"I was not! My pussy was tight, and I gave you a mighty fine piece of tail," 
she declared defensively. 

"Oh, I'm not saying your cunt wasn't tight, sweetheart," he smiled at her. 
"But was I ever burned up that you didn't seem to enjoy screwing the first 
night." 

"No virgin does the first time," she said proudly. "And I was a genuine, 
24-karat virgin. Not every husband gets to open the package himself!" 

"True, baby, true," he smiled. "But let me tell you something, I'd prefer a 
woman who'd had a few cocks up her cunt than some frigid female whose been 
brought up to think screwing is a sin, and all that Puritanical crap 
straight out of the Victorian age." 

"To bad I wasn't a hustler, before I married you," she fumed, "I could have 
brought a good sum of money to our dowry, plus some pleasure -you had to 
teach me." 

"How was I as a sex teacher?" he asked, tossing the tickler on the floor and 
lying beside his wife. 

"Excellent," she smiled. "There wasn't a sex act known to man nor beast, you 
didn't want to try! Nicer 

"Was I as bad as all that?" he asked proudly. 

"Yes, luv-worse! The first time you asked me to go down on you, remember how 
I asked you for the vomit bag?" 

"I sure do, honey," he told her. "I sure do!" 

Wrapping his arms lovingly around his wife, he caressed her bosoms, and 
gently kissed her soft hair, as he fell into a deep, satisfied sleep. 

 CHAPTER ELEVEN 

When her husband was gone, Diane felt a sense of relief, but she wasn't 
quite prepared for her son's suggestion. 

"Mom-I'd like to bring Jeff and Peggy over here for a friendly little orgy 
if you don't mind!" 

"An orgy?" she blurted, in shock, and bitter disgust. "How dare you suggest 
such a thing? What kind of a mother do you think I am?" 

"That's what I'm trying to find out," he smiled at her. 

"Well, I do have a few moral fibers left in me, and I positively will not 
let you have an orgy in our home. You've got one hell of a lot of nerve to 
even suggest such a sordid thing!" 

Immediately, Jeff realized he'd mis-fired. 

"I'm sorry, mom," he said. "I was only joking!" 

Diane doubted that he was joking. All too well she recalled him mentioning a 
stewardess and his buddy who'd cut him in on the action. But, she felt 
compelled to go along with his comment, trusting her indignation would make 
him think twice about becoming involved in orgy action. 

"If that's your idea of a joke, son," she said crisply, "you have a 
perverted sense of humor!"- 

Smiling smugly, to cover his embarrassment, he said, "maybe I'm a bit 
twisted! Or just maybe I was wired wrong at the factory. If that's the case, 
you are to blame!" 

She caught on to what he was suggesting, and she shrugged, took a deep 
breath, and walked into the living room. 

"Have a good day," she said, glancing out the window at the tall shade trees 
covering the front lawn with protective shadow, as the sun's rays filtered 
through tree-tops. 

When Jeff saw Brad at school that day, he asked him again. "Hey, buddy-when 
we getting together with Peggy?" 

"Anytime," he said eagerly, wanting desperately to dispel the ugly thought 
of being a mother-fucker as quickly as he knew how. 

"Alright, next Friday she'll be in town. She flies in Wednesday, but she 
needs a day or two to recover from jet-lag, as she calls it." 

"Jet-lag?" 

"Yeah," Jeff explained. "You know that happens to people who fly too much. 
They get caught up in this lag, and they've got to reeee-lax, unwind." 

"Sure thing-I just wish I could suffer from jet-lag once," Brad laughed, "I 
never seem to go nowhere. But, my Dad-he goes everywhere." 

It was becoming obvious to Jeff, Brad was wet behind the ears. Yet, there 
was something playful, something interesting about him and he figured he'd 
be a good sex partner. 

That night when Brad went home, his mother deliberately made no mention of 
the orgy he'd brought up that morning. And she said not one word about sex, 
hoping he'd mention it. This could ease her conscience somewhat, for she 
could always say-he was the one who brought the whole thing up. 

But, it didn't work that way. He went to his room to watch some teevee, and 
study. He came downstairs for a coke, and then went right back to his room 
for more study until he went to bed. This bugged her, as she was hoping now 
that her husband was gone that they could use all the time they had together 
to the very best advantage. 

When he didn't come down again, she figured she might as well retire. 
Slipping into her filmy blue nylon nightie, she glanced in the mirror. 

The reflection of her body, showing through the filmy material in all its 
splendor, made her feel even more tormented. For she hated to see such good 
equipment going to waste. 

She finally decided she might just as well slip upstairs to his bedroom, and 
arouse him if she could. It was a fearful desire to want her own son. She 
recognized this fact, but no matter how repulsive she knew it would be to 
others-it was a desire she did feel. She felt compelled to lick his prick, 
to feel of his big balls, to enjoy him every way she knew how. And she 
determined she was going to-one way or the other. 

Every step she took up the staircase was pain and pleasure. Pain when she 
wondered if he'd turn away, pleasure she calculated if he'd turn on with 
her. 

Softly opening her door, she was greeted by the rather stark sight of her 
son pulling on his enormous penis with vigor and delight. When he saw her, 
he blurted, "Why don't you knock before you open doors?" 

"Why, dear, you shouldn't jack-off," she said softly, hoping not to 
antagonize him too much. 

"Why the hell not?" he complained. "Been doing it since I was eleven, and 
I'm still a strong, growing boy-so don't feed me that bull crap, it'll stunt 
my growth!" 

"Oh, no," she said, moving closer to him so the outline of her body could be 
seen more distinctly in the soft rays of moonlight filtering through the 
curtains. 

The moment he got a good view of her body, he got very much turned-on. 

"Wow!" he exclaimed, "what a body you've got!" 

Knowing she'd managed to turn him on, she sat on the edge of his bed, and 
smiled at him. 

"Now, baby," she grinned, "let mama do that for you!" 

Brad released his tight grip on his cock, and allowed his mother the 
pleasure she sought. Her hand held his penis tightly and she pumped with 
vigor, and keen enjoyment. 

"Fuck me," she demanded, "ohh, yes, son-give me some wild sex! That's the 
way I like it! Fuck!" 

As he pumped his penis with her hand, he became more and more stimulated, 
and she saw the crystal cum oozing out of the small slit, at the top of his 
cock. 

Bending over, Diane let her tongue tantalize and tease the head of his cock. 

"You really like my pecker, don't you?" 

His mom didn't answer with words. Instead, she silently let her hot mouth 
move down over the length of his prick. As Brad felt his penis-head touching 
the back of her throat he became more and more stimulated. 

"Keep that up," he begged. "Yes, that's how you do it! Don't stop! Suck my 
damned cock off!" 

Diane accelerated the speed of her sucking, thrilling her young son as she 
did so. The penis stiffened, and she reached down to cup his huge balls in 
her hands. Manipulating his balls with her feverish fingertips excited him 
still more. 

Now that she had him rigid, and ready, she felt she should add some more 
excitement to the act. She decided to get on top. She straddled him, when 
she pulled her mouth off his peter. With ease, she tore off her nylon 
nightie, and naked, mounted him. 

As Brad felt his dick slipping into her hot slot, he reached up to grip her 
breasts and play with them. He enjoyed the erotic sensations generated when 
he massaged them, and she responded gladly. 

"That's how I like it," he said. "Keep grabbing my pecker just like you're 
doing now. Mom! That's the way! Grab it! Milk my prick!" 

Diane knew just how to grip his too tightly, and he enjoyed the vigorous 
movements she could put into the act. 

"That, luv, is known as the snapping pussy," she panted as she pumped up and 
down on his rigid cock. 

"It is a fabulous sensation," he smiled happily. "You sure are a great piece 
of ass!" 

"At last I'm worth something," she bubbled, as she felt the sexual ecstasy 
sweeping through her hot body as her son demonstrated with every cock stab 
what a fantastic fucker he was. 

But Brad was not going to waste his hand movements on just her bosoms. 
Reaching down he gripped her buttocks, and pressed tightly. She loved the 
hot, insistent feel of his hands as he stabbed away, his body starting to 
perspire. 

"You've got a neat ass," he panted, continuing his wild cock stabs in her 
cunt. 

"Thank you, luv," she smiled back at him. 

As his hands massaged her ass cheeks, she contemplated the moment, she could 
get on all fours and let him drive his dick up her ass-hole. If that was 
what he wanted, she reasoned, he could have that too. Every orifice of her 
body was open to his pleasure. She had but one thought in mind-the thought 
of making him enjoy himself. 

The sensations flooding that tight cunt of hers were unlike anything she'd 
ever felt in her life. Every bit of her mind was dedicated to producing the 
wildest fuck she could give him, and he felt the same passionate insistence 
in his cock toward her. He was determined to give her a fuck she wouldn't 
soon forget. 

His swollen, thrusting prick was caught up in the tornado vortex of her hot, 
squeezing cunt. 

It was becoming difficult for Brad not to respond. Every bit of self-control 
he could muster was employed now, so he held back. But it was difficult. For 
her hot, convulsing cunt was making his balls throb. 

Diane was delighted when she sensed her son's resistance, for it was proof 
to her she was succeeding beyond her wildest dreams. Her son was her 
sex-slave, and this was where she wanted him-devoted and dedicated to her. 

"Fuck me," she cried passionately, throwing her head from side to side as 
the waves of sexual ecstasy rolled over her entire being. "Ram it up there! 
Every inch lover! I want it!" 

At last, with a roaring in his ears, and his heart pounding quickly, Brad's 
volcano erupted, sending the white hot juice high up her pussy. 

"Ohh, ahhh, yes, baby, yes," she groaned in delight as she felt the juice 
flooding her box. This was more sensation than she ever dreamed she could 
obtain. And from her own son. Her heart raced in time to his, and she 
gushed. 

Her juices further lubricated her cunt, and together they looked at each 
other, with love and desire flashing in their eyes. It was a touching moment 
for them both as their bodies melted, and merged. 

Now, she was concluding their wild act, with gentle, little squeezings of 
her cunt, and the thrills ran up and down the length of his shaft like a 
pair of lips giving the most delicate of head. Ever so slowly, Diane 
increased the pressure of her tempo, determined to give his now soft cock 
something to get hard about. He loved the tempo, and the slippery pecker did 
indeed get caught in her magnificent milking machine. 

Her educated vaginal muscles had succeeded in pumping his pecker back to 
joyful life. 

"Let's roll over, Mom, so I can be on top this time," he smiled at her, "I'd 
love that!" 

Together, they rolled over, their naked bodies getting into gear for another 
fuck-only this time Brad was on top. He let his knees press down beside her, 
as he aimed his cock from his firing position to penetrate her pussy still 
deeper. She threw her legs up, around his waist in a love lock. 

"Does that ever feel good to me," he exclaimed. "Come on-and fuck me-fuck me 
real good!" 

Her hands massaged the length of his back, and then she began massaging his 
ass cheeks, which he loved. Reaching down between his ass cheeks, she guided 
her finger up his tight anal channel. 

"You're fucking my ass, Mom," he laughed. 

"Feel good, son?" she smiled up at him. 

"You know it," he grinned as his ass muscles tightened pleasurably around 
her jabbing finger. "Keep it up. I like it just like that!" 

As her cunt muscles clasped his slippery, sliding cock, Brad had to admit it 
was a tight fight. Joyfully, he continued jabbing his cock into her. 

"Fuck," he grunted. "Fuck-grab it! Milk me! Give me a good fuck, Mom." 

In a way, Diane wished he wouldn't say Mom. That only caused the guilt to 
surface. If she could imagine he was somebody else's young stud, she could 
derive more pleasure from the act. 

"Keep fucking," he begged her, "I like your finger up my ass-hole, and my 
dick in your cunt. Let's fuck at the same tempo. That would feel super!" 

Diane tried her best to maintain the same tempo with her finger gliding up 
his tight anus as he was developing with his thrusting prick driving up her 
pussy. 

"That's it, now we're in synch." 

"In what?" Diane laughed, looking at her son, whose lower lip quivered, 
while his jaws hung slack, and his cock stabbed at an accelerating pace. 

"We're synchronized fuckers," he said. "Thafs the way-you pick up my 
sex-beat, and together we give each other a fantastic balling." 

Never in his young life had he experienced such a fantastic fuck. And to 
think it was his own mother's tight, exciting cunt that was producing such 
sensations in his peter. 

She squeezed his cock so tightly in the pussy, that he felt his cock 
swelling up, getting ready to shoot. 

While one finger slid up his hot ass-hole, Diane used her free hand to feel 
of his smooth, firm ass cheeks. She would grasp them, squeeze them, and 
stimulate him. 

It must have taken a lot of practice to perfect the muscular control Mom 
has, he thought, as his cock responded to her educated cunt movements. He 
began pumping it to her now, for he couldn't stand it any longer. She was so 
tight he had to take short strokes, but as he rode deeper into her, she 
loosened, and he fucked with a fury. 

She was heaving and shoving it up to him while he continued pumping his 
pecker into her with wild abandon. Her crazy cunt muscles were working on 
the cock all the time. 

What a wild piece of ass she is, he thought to himself. Now, he felt like 
coming, but he didn't want to. He was on the cliff of orgasm, hanging 
there-hoping he could delay a split second more so he could enjoy her body 
to the ultimate. 

"Fuck-fuck, fuck," she cried passionately, pulling her finger out of his 
ass-hole, and clutching his ass cheeks with both hands, squeezing them 
unmercifully as he stabbed away. 

He was ready to come now, and he rammed his cock forward, driving it in as 
far as it would go. 

"Oh, son, you don't know how it feels when you screw me like this. Your 
cock's on fire! Give it to me! I want it. Every fucking inch. Give me that 
cock, baby-give it to me. Now-now, baby, now!" 

They joined in building to a shattering climax, their sweat-soaked bodies 
slapping against each other in a wild sex rhythm, such as they had never 
known. 

He was driving to orgasm, and she loved his slippery, sliding dick stuck in 
her like this, thrusting, demanding her response. 

"Give it to me-milk me! Now, now-ohhhh, you're a red hot mama," he gasped, 
as the sudden urge to explode overpowered him, and he got his gun off. 

As the steady stream of white juices shot into her cunt, she climaxed too. 

"I'm cumming, Brad, baby," she exclaimed, her eyes igniting in response to 
his own sexual frenzy. "We made it, baby-we were meant to fuck each other! 
This is too much!" 

He pressed his full, sensuous lips on hers, and they merged in a soul kiss, 
suspended in a total sexual experience, unlike anything they'd ever known 
before. 

When he pulled his tongue out of her mouth, she was smiling. "It's too much, 
honey-it's so wonderful that I could ever-experience anything like 
that-evcrV 

"Was I really that good?" 

Slapping his ass cheeks playfully, she replied, "You bet your fucking ass 
you were!" 

"What are we going to do about Dad?" he asked seriously. "We can't just 
ignore him-what will we do?" 

"That is a good question," she frowned, "but I don't have the answer!" 

Young Brad pulled his dripping-with-cum cock out of her pussy, some of it 
dribbling down stickily on her ivory skin. She didn't brush it aside, she 
let it remain there, a reminder of their exciting sexual interlude. 

 CHAPTER TWELVE 

It all seemed incredible to Diane how she'd fallen for her son, and the next 
day when she had an opportunity she phoned a girlfriend to ask her about her 
sex life. She knew that Joyce was quite a swinger, and she was eager to find 
out from her a few things about her sex life. 

They met for lunch and Joyce wasted no time in telling her quite a few 
interesting facts about her personal sex life. 

"Sweetheart," she smiled, "the sex revolution is a good thing for all of us. 
We are free at last. I used to feel a loyalty toward my husband Carl But 
when I found out what Carl was up to, changed my mind completely." 

"What are you talking about?" Diane asked, sipping her drink slowly, as she 
listened to her girlfriend reveal her most devastating secrets. 

"Carl was carrying on in a love-nest weekends with a cute little hustler who 
didn't mind breaking up our blissful marriage." 

"I don't understand," Diane frowned, wondering if Joyce should' be telling 
her so many details of their intimate life. 

"I don't know what got into Carl," she explained, "but a twenty year old 
girl turned him on. Imagine, middle-aged Carl trying to keep up with a cheap 
little swinger. She made him let his hair grow long, and he dressed in mod 
styles. I suspected something was off then. He was trying to act like a man 
in his twenties." 

"Revolting," Diane replied, "I'll have another drink on that. If there is 
anything I find repulsive it's a man trying to act like a teenager in his 
forties." 

"Well, I knew something was up-so I had a private eye put on his cheating 
tail," Joyce said angrily, "and I found out plenty. He was paying plenty to 
keep Little Miss Juicy Cunt in a plush apartment, equipped with nice 
clothes, while he was totally neglecting me." 

"You mean he wasn't paying your bills while he was taking care of all hers?" 
Diane shook her head in disgust as she thought about it. 

"No, I can't fault him there," Joyce admitted, "he was taking care of me 
financially, but neglecting me physically. I needed some sex-and I vowed I 
had my right to fuck-if he could get by with playing around with this cheap 
trick." 

"What did you do?" 

"Made a deal," she laughed, "I said-as long as he paid the bills, he could 
play." 

"Pay and play," Diane laughed. "What do you mean?" 

"That's what it was," she laughed, "He could play around as long as he paid 
your bills-and you are extravagant!" 

"Yes, I am extravagant," she admitted. "But you see I had him where I wanted 
him. He didn't dare divorce me as that could wreck his job. So, for the sake 
of appearances, we're married, and I've found some good sex to take care of 
my needs!" 

"A lover?" 

"Lovers," she smiled. "If you can keep a secret I guess I can tell you about 
Raymond." 

"Go ahead-I'm all ears." 

"As long as you're not all mouth and won't blab my business everywhere I'll 
confide in you," Joyce agreed. 

"My tongue is tied," she replied. 

And then Joyce began revealing the intimate details of her sexual life. "It 
was right when I found out about my husband's love affair, and I was 
crushed. I knew I needed somebody to love-and I needed them badly." 

"Who did you find?" 

"The gardener Raymond," she replied. "He was a good-looking young kid, still 
in high school." 

"What?" Diane exclaimed, "You mean you were robbing the cradle!" 

She was gulping in her drink, almost choking as a rush of guilt flooded her 
being. She knew very well just how guilty she was. She wasn't only molesting 
a minor, but her own son which made it worse. 

"Well," Joyce continued, lost in her own erotic memoir, "Raymond had such a 
fantastic body. He had his shirt off and was mowing my lawn when I first 
caught sight of him, and his rippling muscles grabbed me. I told him he 
could come in and take a shower if he wanted to." 

"Pretty crafty, honey," Diane smiled at her girlfriend. 

"Honey, when you're hungry for cock-as hungry as I was, my ego dragged 
through the mud with that horrible husband of mine, you'll resort to a lot 
of things to get your kicks you couldn't normally do." 

"Guess that's true," Diane replied, adding, "how about another drink?" 

When the waitress had supplied them both with fresh drinks, Joyce continued. 

"Well, once in the shower I got a look at him, and honey was this kid 
well-hung. A pecker, when it was soft it was long. I knew he was aching to 
fuck me. I could see it in his eyes." 

"But didn't you feel guilty-him being so young and all?" 

"I should say not,'. ' Joyce replied, "I've read books about sexual 
development, and a man at sixteen is the hottest sexually he will ever be. 
Rather than have him impregnate some young chick, isn't it better he gets 
his kicks with an older woman-like myself-who knows how to care for herself, 
so she won't be with child f" 

"Of course," Diane replied, eager to hear the erotic details of her 
love-tryst with a teenager. 

"So, when I saw him-and he caught my eyes looking at him longingly-he 
invited me to join him in the shower." 

"And naturally you did!" 

"Naturally," she replied. "Why not? I figured I might just as well give him 
what he needed. We washed each other off, and he was so intimate about it 
all." 

"How do you mean intimate?" 

"He slipped the soap up my pussy," she giggled, "and invited me to slip soap 
up his ass. I did, and I got a big charge out of him with the soap between 
his ass cheeks. I found out why later." 

"Why was he so meticulous about this shower-bath?" Diane asked, secretly 
knowing why. 

"Because the younger generation believes in loving every part of the human 
anatomy-like we'd never thought of doing when we were making love with our 
spouses," Joyce laughed, "and it was tremendous, honey, just tremendous!" 

"I'm dying to know more," she insisted. 

"We got on the bed, and the first thing he wanted was to sixty-nine. But, he 
added something. He didn't want just a simple cocksuck-not him. He wanted an 
ass-suck, his balls loved as well. He actually taught me more about sex than 
that horrible husband of mine ever taught me. 

"And did he eat your pussy?" Diane smiled. 

"Honey, he ate everything!" 

"Good for you, baby. You showed that philandering husband of yours what it 
is all about, and I don't blame you. You needed some loving-and you got it!" 

"You bet I did," she continued. "That young lover taught me how to 
appreciate my body. He had a talented tongue I'll tell you that. He knew 
just how to explore every crack, every crevice of my body, and bring me the 
most wonderful sexual pleasure you could imagine. While his hot tongue 
slipped up my pussy, he had a fantastic way of letting his finger slip up my 
ass-hole. It was truly something remarkable, and I can never quit thanking 
him." 

"Did he try any other unusual sex acts?" 

"Yes," she admitted frankly. "He loved my ass! He told me it was a new place 
to play, and for me it was. My husband had always done it in the traditional 
face to face style, and never once suggested slipping it up my .ass-hole. 
Anyway, it was a novel and wonderful experience for me. He got me down on 
the floor one afternoon, and had me crawling on all fours, watching in the 
mirror while he slapped my ass-cheeks with his thick leather belt. When he 
got my ass nice and red, he got on the floor with me and stabbed it up my 
ass-hole. It was a tremendous sensation!" 

Diane listened with rapt interest as her girlfriend went on about the 
glories of getting fucked up the ass-hole by the gardener. 

"While his big old prick was stabbing my ass, honey," Joyce smiled, the very 
thought of it stimulating her imagination, "his hot hands were all over my 
bosoms, pinching them and playing with them as he became more and more 
excited over his cock stabs up my ass-hole." 

"Go on..." 

"Well, he used his fantastic fingers to plunge up my pussy," she smiled, 
"and it created sensations in my body like I'd never known before. He 
pinched mv clit, squeezing it until I was almost juicing. Then, he commanded 
my attention to the mirror, telling me that half the fun of fucking at this 
angle was to watch in the mirror and see it stabbing into me." 

"And did you find the reflection adding much to your pleasure?" Diane asked 
her frankly. 

"Enormously, dear," Joyce smiled smugly, "as a matter-of-fact, it helped me 
give him a better ass-fuck. I bent over farther when I saw him experiencing 
some difficulty getting his cock in as far as it would go. Then, it was a 
sight for sore eyes. My upturned ass accepting his slippery prick. He'd pull 
it way out, and plunge it way back. Seeing it driving in to the hilt, his 
balls bouncing on my ass added so much pleasure to the off-beat act." 

"Did you come first or did he?" 

"He did," Joyce admitted, "and his whole body shuddered and trembled when he 
unloaded. 

"It must have given you a great deal of satisfaction to know you'd succeeded 
in giving a young stud such a fantastic time!" 

"It did," Joyce nodded, "made me feel like a woman again." 

"What about you and your husband?" Diane enquired. "Do you still have sex?" 

"I'm afraid not," she shook her head. "It's a marriage of convenience. He 
needs the stability our continuing marriage will give his job. And I'm paid 
to keep up the front." 

"That's awful." 

"What else can you do at the end of an affair? I'm glad I've found young 
men, Diane. They can satisfy you much better than the older men. I like a 
man who gets his gun off like Raymond. I call him a repeater-peter." 

"Doesn't Raymond have a girlfriend?" 

"No, I'm his woman," she said. "He doesn't want to get married. He says 
that's the problem with this goofed-up world of ours. Too many fuckers who 
figured the only way they can get their rocks off is via the marriage trip, 
with kids and all the pollution and shortages more humans create. He feels 
he's an uplifting influence on society, cause he can fuck and forget." 

"But that means he'll forget you, Joyce. That means there is nothing 
permanent in your relationship. Doesn't that bug you." 

"Should it?" 

"I would think so," she replied frankly. 

"Not anymore. It might have once. But Raymond shares me with some of the 
other men on his gardening crew now and then, and it's just fine with me. 
We're like one big happy family." 

Shaking her head in amazement, she said, "Communal living-is that what you 
want?" 

"Hell no," Joyce said, "I wouldn't want to live with a group or anything 
like that. But I don't dig being confined to one bed, one man, one cock-no, 
no, that's not for me. I've gone beyond solo fucking." 

"And apparently this is what you like?" 

"I'll confess at first when Raymond suggested bringing Marvin over I 
rebelled. It seemed awful. Marvin was his buddy who worked the gardening 
circuit with him. But once I met the friend, and became acquainted with him, 
I found I was enjoying sex with him just as much as Raymond. Actually it was 
sensational, to lie on my back and suck on Marvin's big prick, while Raymond 
was eating my pussy. There were so many variations of the sex act the three 
of us could get into, it was fantastic!" 

"Sounds delicious-maybe you should include me in one of your get togethers, 
I'd love it." 

"I don't know if it would be a good idea or not. You see George is probably 
faithful to you, and might try to kill you if he ever figured you were 
involved in something sticky like this." 

"George is true to George," she said. "I've never caught him, but I'm sure 
he carries on when I'm not available. Of course this bothers me, as I feel 
cheated. His boss Ted puts him on the road a lot and I figure he hires those 
call girls to come up to his hotel or motel room and take care of him." 

"But you don't know for sure," Joyce shrugged, "that makes it dangerous. If 
you knew and you could work out an arrangement like I have with my husband, 
you could do it. But, you have your son Brad too. And you couldn't have sex 
in your house or he'd catch on, and that would be terrible." 

"You've got a point there," she admitted. "But I do envy you two men. I'd 
even like three. One for each hole. I could suck one's cock, while another 
slammed it up my pussy, and the third raided my ass-hole. I guess that old 
whore instinct is rearing its ugly head in me too-just listening to you." 

"That instinct can prove dangerous," Joyce admitted sadly. "Sometimes I want 
to pass the pussy around-too far. A couple of times I've been rebuffed. But 
only twice. Usually men are as loyal as their opportunities to fuck allow 
them to be. But now and then, you'll run up against a man who says he is 
going to remain faithful, and that is that!" 

"I'd hate to put George to your test." 

"What are you talking about?" 

For a moment she didn't answer, but a series of thoughts were swirling 
through her mind. If she could get George to prove his infidelity, she could 
divorce him, naming Joyce as correspondent. It would have to be done in a 
cagey manner, but it was admittedly usury of the worst sort. But, she felt 
so intense about getting her son exclusively for herself, she decided she 
would hatch her brazen plot, using her girlfriend's promiscuous nature, and 
obvious ego as her methods to obtain free reign with her son's handsome 
body. 

"What have you got in that wicked little mind of yours?" Joyce insisted on 
knowing as she watched her glowing eyes light up. 

"Plenty," she smiled. "How would you like me to join you, Raymond, Marvin 
and some of your other little bedtime playmates for sex?" 

"I'd love it!" she smiled, enthused, thinking how she might widen the circle 
of her men friends if she brought such pussy-bait to bed along with them. 

"Just get George to go to bed with you and then I'll have something on him. 
He'll have to let me play too." 

"I-I couldn't do that." 

"Yes, you could-you know damned well you could," her girlfriend insisted. 

"Honey, I see what you want," Joyce finally said. "You want your passport to 
sexual freedom like I have. And your idea is to use my well-traveled pussy 
to accomplish your ends?" 

"You hit it, baby," Diane nodded, "and our parties would be a real blast!" 

All the time Joyce contemplated her suggestion, Diane was thinking of 
divorce, and free passports to sex with her son. If she could bring this 
off, she'd have Brad by the balls! And that was the way she wanted him-of 
course, including his super cock. 

 CHAPTER THIRTEEN 

At school, Jeff was eager to explain to Brad his plans to have sex with a 
stewardess. 

"Boggy is all set," he said, "she is dying to meet you!" 

"Well, don't think I'm not anxious to meet her. Bet she is a beautiful gal 
from all you tell me." 

"Now, this Friday night we'll meet at her place-don't be surprised at 
anything Peggy suggests as she's quite a wild woman." 

When Brad begged off dinner with his mother on Friday night, she suspected 
he was up to no good. 

"What are you up to?" she demanded. "I suppose you've got some wild sex 
plans because you are plenty mom about everything." 

"What if I do?" Brad demanded angrily. "You can't put a padlock on my pecker 
so don't try." 

Seeing what a battle she was going to have to keep him faithful to her, 
Diane decided it might be better to pretend she didn't care who he fucked 
around with. 

"My only concern, dear," she said quietly, "is that you don't get one of 
those dreadful diseases." 

Her voice trailed off dramatically so that it was obvious to him she was 
trying to make him fearful of his next sexual encounter. 

"Look, Mom, I'm not worried. This gal isn't going to be any bother at all. 
So, if you'll just get off my back and let me enjoy myself-I'll be 
thankful-buzz off!" 

That was almost more than Diane could stand. She didn't quite know how to 
respond. 

Exercising all the control she knew how she decided she would have to bide 
her time. Now, she must make plans for her girlfriend to put the make on her 
husband. Then, she could divorce him, and have young Brad's body all to 
herself. She was so silent that Brad wondered if she was cracking up. 

"Why don't you say something?" he stammered as he looked at her puzzled. 

"What's there to say?" she said quietly. "Have a good time-and keep it 
clean!" 

He left and wondered if he was doing the right thing. This was precisely 
what his mother wanted him to wonder. She wanted him to feel unsure of 
himself. 

When he got to the address that Jeff had given him, he realized the young 
stewardess Peggy lived in a very glamorous place. 

He knocked on the door, and she greeted him in a very friendly manner. 

"Peggy." he smiled when he greeted her, as she stood there in her birthday 
suit, "what a way to greet people at your front door! You are too much!" 

"Am I?" she smiled, as she turned, and walked naked across the room to her 
small bar. Then, Brad spied Jeff sitting in an arm chair, one naked leg 
dangling over the arm of the chair. 

"My, but you look comfortable," he laughed and then his buddy Jeff insisted, 
"out of your clothes! This is an orgy! And the first stage is to..." 

"To get stoned," Peggy smiled, handing him a drink. Brad took it, and 
gulped, knowing he needed to be bombed out of his mind to feel this bold-and 
bare. 

The drink did help relax him, and when Peggy came over and unzipped his fly, 
and pulled out his penis he didn't complain. 

"That's not fair," Jeff said. "He's got to undress just like us to join the 
party." 

Finally, he did take off all of his clothes. He felt more like a member of 
the team when he was stripped. 

As he stood there naked, Peggy was examining him and he was examining her. 

His eyes swept from her well-endowed bosoms, down to her fur-trimmed 
triangle. Next, she told him, "turn around-let me look at all of you honey." 

Still feeling a bit embarrassed, Jeff did turn around. She couldn't help but 
admire him. 

His broad shoulders, rippling muscles, trim waist, and strong legs intrigued 
her. 

"Will you two quit mooning over each other, and pay some attention to me!" 
Jeff demanded angrily, "I'm here too-and don't you forget it." 

Putting his drink down on the floor he came over and stood beside his buddy 
Brad. His cock was standing up to attention, and he could tell she was 
fascinated having two cocks instead of one for her evening's entertainment. 

Peggy's brown eyes flashed, and her radiant smile indicated just how happy 
and excited she was. Reaching out, she gripped both men's cocks in her 
hands, and squeezed hard. 

"Oh, these feel so good," she declared, "this is almost too much!" 

She tugged them by their cocks into her bedroom, and together they got on 
the big king-sized bed. The mirrors behind the bed gave an excellent erotic 
view of their naked bodies. 

"Brad, have you ever been involved in a sexy orgy before?" she smiled. 

"Can't say I have," Brad admitted, "but it isn't because I don't want to be. 
I'd love to play sex games." 

As she stroked both young men's cocks, with restrained vigor, she tried to 
determine just how far she could go with him. 

"Are you real inhibited or are you willing to try everything once?" 

For a moment, Brad hesitated, and then his curiosity and sexual desire got 
the best of him. 

"I'm game to try anything-at least once! How can a guy tell if he digs one 
way of screwing unless he tries it-at least once. Right?" 

"You are so right," she replied, a broad smile forming on her face, as she 
dropped their cocks and got off the bed. She went to the bureau drawer, and 
pulling it out, got out a dildo, with its straps. Vividly he recalled 
another dildo, and he wondered just what she planned to use it for. 

When she began strapping it on herself, Brad became even more puzzled, and 
perplexed by his plans. 

"Baby," he smiled, "what on earth are you doing?" 

"Getting set to give you a fucking you won't soon forget," Peggy smiled at 
him. 

She opened a jar of vaseline and began getting the dildo lubricated for her 
erotic trip she planned to take up Brad's tender ass-hole. 

Completing her lube job, she strode back to the bed, and said softly, "Just 
lie on your back baby-and ease your ass up on these pillows, if you please." 

He could hardly believe what was happening, for she was sliding a pillow 
under his ass. He was delighted in one respect, but terrified over the 
prospect of her plunging that enormous dildo up his ass-hole. 

Straddling him now, Peggy's knees pressed down into the bed as she surged 
forward, letting the slippery dildo slide between his ass-cheeks. 

To distract him, she gripped his penis at the same time and began stroking 
it up and down to please him. 

"Feels good-your hand, that is," he smiled, "but how far do you plan to go 
with that plastic pecker?" 

"All the way up your sweet ass-hole," Peggy smiled as she gave one hard 
shove, never changing her expression. 

"Ohhh-ahhh-you're hurting me," he said, as he felt the sliding dildo 
invading his tight ass-hole, a region he was sure should never be treated to 
the punishment she was giving it now. 

As Peggy pulled on his penis, he could see what she planned to do next. Her 
mouth was coming closer, ever closer to his cock. Soon, she'd be slipping 
her mouth over his penis, and this was what he wanted. 

"That's the way to do it, baby," he panted, "come on-suck, suck that cock!" 

She let her lips slip over the head of the shaft and soon she was giving him 
a vigorous suck. 

In the meantime, Jeff's swollen cock was seeing an opportunity it couldn't 
resist. Jeff wanted to plunge his pecker up Peggy's ass-hole. 

He seized the jar of vaseline, and hastily slid a finger in to get plenty of 
the sticky stuff on his dick. When it was coated with enough lubrication, he 
mounted Peggy who was giving his buddy the time of his life. 

Grasping her ass cheeks gently, he eased himself between them, his slippery 
cock sliding in smoothly. As he felt it reach the tight anal ring, he 
noticed it was slowing down and having difficulty. 

Jeff overcame this momentary problem, by ramming his cock forward with a 
mighty lunge. The penis plunged up her hot, tight ass-hole, sending erotic 
shivers of delight racing up and down his tingling spine. 

Brad observed what Jeff was doing now. The reflection of the three of them 
in the mirror gave him an excellent opportunity to see the action 
continuing. 

"Fuck! Fuck off!" Jeff grunted, as he rammed into her. "That's how it's 
done. Yes, baby, yes-fuck-fuck it good!" 

The hot pleasure that they were enjoying now was almost more than Brad could 
stand. He felt his balls swelling as she sucked on his prick, and he watched 
her. He liked to see Peggy's cheeks suck in as she went to town on his 
prick. He enjoyed seeing her tongue-tip tickle the head of his cock. And he 
loved the feel of her lips tightening around his penis-head. 

"Suck me-suck my prick," he panted. "Come on, baby-suck me-suck me goodV 

To Brad's total surprise, the ass-hole was proving to be a place for 
pleasure. He loved the delightful sensations of the slippery plastic cock 
sliding in and out of his tight anal channel. When this super sensation, 
combined with the top-rate head job Peggy was giving him, he knew he was 
getting a superb fuck. 

To know his buddy Jeff was watching ceased to be embarrassing at all. If 
anything, he was soon discovering, it was an added pleasure to make it a 
team-effort, just like a sports team working to pull off a winner-only they 
were a fucking team, working to build to a fabulous orgasm. 

Jeff was obtaining a similar satisfaction, enjoying every moment of their 
sexual encounter. 

"Wiggle your ass for me, Peggy," he panted as his cock stabbed her hot 
ass-hole. 

Not taking Brad's dick out of her mouth, she went on sucking. But she proved 
she was listening to Jeffs request, when she began gyrating her ass in time 
to his cockstabs. 

"I'm almost there," Jeff groaned. "Ohhh, now-keep that tail moving. I'm 
almost there! That's it. Keep twisting, baby, keep twisting your sweet ass 
for me!" 

She kept her tail twisting, and then he shot his load off in her. 

"I-I made it," he gasped, "I got my gun off, Peggy! Keep your ass twisting!" 

The fabulous fuck was over. And they had brought themselves to another 
climax a moment later when Brad felt his pistol shooting into Peggy's eager, 
sucking mouth. 

Peggy thrilled to the taste of his creamy cum, sucking it gladly, and 
swallowing. 

"Eat my dick," he gasped, "eat me-suck the juice out of my balls!" 

Watching her eagerly, both boys enjoyed seeing her gulping down the steady 
stream of shooting cum. 

Finishing, Peggy pulled her mouth off his cock, and slowly slipped the dildo 
out of his ass-hole. 

"I want to eat your pussy, Peggy," Brad demanded, anxious to get his tongue 
in her twat. 

"I want two tongues," she smiled, at Jeff. "One up my ass, one wiggling 
around in my pussy! How about that?" 

"I'll eat your ass out," Jeff volunteered. "Let's use that honey you ooze up 
your snatch-make it taste real good." 

Peggy was prepared for all kinds of sex. She didn't take long to get the 
honey container, and slide it smoothly first up her ass-hole, and squeeze, 
and then up her cunt. 

She got on the bed, lying on her side, and raising one leg. Both boys 
crouched at her crotch; Brad at her cunt, and Jeff at her ass. 

"If we had a third fucker," she giggled, "he could be feeding me some more 
dick!" 

"You can't get enough, can you Peggy?" Jeff chuckled, as he let his tongue 
slip around her tight ass-hole. 

"I dig sex," she admitted, "maybe I'm a bit oversexed! I've always wondered 
about that." 

"Wonder no more," Jeff laughed, "you are oversexed, and am I ever glad!" 

Now the three of them were going to town. 

Brad, slipping his tongue in her twat, Jeff, sliding his tongue up her 
ass-hole, and Peggy clutching at the sheets in her sexual ecstasy. 

It was a frantic kind of pleasure they were experiencing as she shouted, 
"Eat my pussy-suck my ass-hole! Keep it up! Don't stop now! Nibble on my 
love button, lover. That's the way I want it. Keep it up!" 

The excitement they felt now was building, as Jeff caressed her lovely 
buttocks, while he sucked her ass-hole. 

Meantime, Brad was reaching up to play with her bosoms, while he pressed his 
mouth tightly to her pussy and sucked. 

Peggy became so intensely excited that she was clutching at the sheets, 
wadding them up in her hands. The intense pleasure she always felt when two 
men were eating at her sex organs returned. It was a carnal craving she'd 
experienced ever since she was a little girl. 

"Eat my cunt:-eat my honey pot! Suck that juicy pussy! Suck all the heaven 
out!" 

Peggy watched both boys. It was a bit difficult to turn to watch Jeff 
caressing her ass cheeks, but she did turn to see him enjoying himself. At 
the same time she got a big charge out of watching Brad sucking on her twat. 
Brad had quite a talented tongue and Peggy could tell he was experienced in 
this kind of French love-making. . "Nibble my love button," she panted 
excitedly. "That's how you do it, lover-nibble me there!" 

Finally, she felt herself coming. 

"Hang in there, honey," she panted as he finished licking her pussy. "Love 
me-keep loving me! That's how I want it!" 

It was a sensational climax, and she pushed her pussy forward, while Jeff 
squeezed, and kneaded her ass cheeks, adding to the pleasure of her multiple 
orgasms. 

When Brad finally, pulling his tongue out, kissed her pussy affectionately, 
Peggy reached down there and whispered, "I love you so much, baby-so much!" 

 CHAPTER FOURTEEN 

"Now," Peggy smiled, "we ought to have some more entertainment but after 
refreshments. Got to fuel you fuckers up so you can screw me some more." 

Peggy, naked, got off the bed and strode out into the kitchen with her two 
young naked studs behind her. 

"What you going to fix, Peggy?" Brad asked eagerly. 

"I think we should serve steaks," she smiled. "Steaks give strength." 

Putting three steaks in the broiler, she began fixing something in her 
blender. 

"What's that you're fixing?" Jeff asked curiously. 

"Super fuckers drink," she acknowledged as she poured out three glassfuls of 
her special potion. 

"Are you sure it's safe?" Brad smiled up at her. 

"Certainly," she replied. The three of them gulped down their drinks, and 
then she served the steaks when they were done, along with a small green 
salad. 

It was an interesting sight to see three naked people at a table. Peggy sat 
in the middle so both boys could enjoy her body. 

Brad couldn't keep his hands off her. He reached under the table-, and let 
his hand pat her pussy. 

"My, but don't you look nice," he smiled at Peggy. She was pleased to be the 
object of attention from both of them. When they finished their meal, they 
went into the living room, Peggy lit her gas fireplace, turning out all the 
lights. Spreading a colorful beach towel in front of the fireplace, she lay 
down between them and they began sucking on her bosoms like babies. 

Brad pulled off her erect red nipple finally, and flashed a question her 
direction she didn't know how to answer. 

"Peggy," he asked, "when did you first start fucking?" 

When she didn't reply, Jeff became curious and lifted his mouth off her 
nipple. 

"This should be interesting, Peggy," he grinned. "The person that broke you 
in must have been fantastic!" 

"I'd rather not talk about it," she finally said solemnly, a strange look 
surfacing in her eyes. 

"Why not?" Brad insisted, determined to find out everything he could about 
Peggy's past. 

"If you must know," she finally relented, "I was an orphan and I've had a 
dreadful, ugly, hideous past." 

As Peggy revealed what she'd been through both boys wondered if they'd 
needlessly opened up a can of worms. 

"You've heard about kids left on doorsteps haven't you?" she began, both 
boys nodding, "well, my case was worse. I was left to starve by my own 
sweet, hustling mother!" 

"Go on," Jeff told her when she momentarily paused in unraveling her 
background. 

"Well, the neighbor lady took me in and fed me and brought me back to 
life-but she couldn't keep me!" 

"Why not?" 

"Her drunken husband wouldn't allow it. He had to have more money for his 
booze! And so, I was quickly hustled off to an orphanage-a lovely place to 
grow up." 

Peggy spoke with such rancor as she recalled her terrifying background that 
it was more than a little difficult for her to go on. 

"Well," she said sadly, "it wasn't exactly heaven-I can tell you that. Then 
I found out there were worse things than orphanages." 

"What?" Brad asked, his eyes focusing on hers now. 

"Foster homes," she said, "I mean I went through a dozen hells in those 
dreadful foster homes. You wouldn't believe what they put me through. But 
the worst place was when "Big Louie" forced me to go down on him in the 
basement. They called him "Big Louie" because he was 6'2", and he frightened 
me when I first met him. He was cold and mean. Well, when his wife got sick 
and was in the hospital Louie vowed he was going to fuck me. It was 
terrifying and terrible-let me tell you that for damned sure." 

Momentarily, Peggy's lips tightened as the boys waited with bated breath to 
hear the rest of her story. The flickering firelight cast fascinating 
shadows over her nude body. But no amount of glamorous light and shadow on 
her body could distract them now. They had to know what "Big Louie" did to 
their doll, pretty Peggy, the sexy stewardess, who would do everything. 

"You really want to know?" she asked, looking at both of them with misting 
eyes. 

"Sure," they chorused, and then Peggy gladly continued, for every time she 
told it, she seemed to relieve herself of the dreadful past that persisted 
in haunting her. 

Now, she spoke with hate-all the burning hate and contempt she felt for 
Louie and what he made her do to him. 

"There was a discarded old mattress down there in the basement, and he made 
me lie down on it with him. Then he forced me to unzip his fly, and pull out 
his thick prick. It was the most terrifying cock you could ever imagine. So 
huge, and when he told me to stick out my tongue and lick it quick like a 
bunny, I did everything I could to get away from him." 

"But he grabbed you back?" Brad asked. 

"He grabbed me alright, by the neck and pressed there till it hurt like the 
devil. And then he made me lick the length of his cock. I don't think 
anything was ever so revolting and disgusting as being forced to suck "Big 
Louie's" cock off. He made me fasten my lips on his penis-shaft, and hang on 
for dear life. Next, he rammed with such fierce force, letting his cock slip 
down my throat and all, I thought I'd choke on the damned thing." 

"But you didn't," Jeff smiled, "and you've been giving fantastic head ever 
since, right?" 

"That first time it is a wonder I survived. When he erupted inside my mouth 
I sucked for air, and got cum. Gobs of the thick milky stuff spurting down 
my throat." 

"And then he loved you forever after, and the two of you walked away in the 
sunset just like the Hollywood movies at fade-out time when "the end" 
flashes across the screen." 

"Hardly, honey," she said, taking a deep breath, as she went on. "The 
cocksuck just whetted big Louie's sex appetite for more. He made me do 
plenty more-plenty more. He stripped and reared his ugly, naked ass in my 
face and told me to lick that too." 

"So that's how you got started sucking ass," Jeff smiled, " 'Big Louie' sure 
taught you good I'll tell you that!" 

"It was terrible," she said flatly. "Terrible what that monster made me do. 
I had to grab his ass cheeks, and slide my tongue up his ass-hole. He was 
revolting. But he did know how to teach a person to suck his ass for him. He 
explained I had to wiggle my tongue just so around his ass-hole. Flip it 
back and forth so I could excite him." 

"So that's why you know how to suck my ass out so good," he chuckled. "So 
help me, Peggy, you're the best ass sucker who ever sucked my ass." 

"Is that supposed to be a compliment?" Peggy laughed. 

And then Jeff slapping her buttocks playfully nodded, "Of course, baby-of 
course." 

Peggy went on, "I got him hard again licking his ass out, and he wanted to 
fuck me then. What a fuck that was. I had to lie on my back and throw my 
legs up around his waist while he pumped it to me. He really was demanding. 
He wanted me to give him a fuck like you wouldn't believe." 

"Tell me." 

"He explained to me how the pussy muscles work. And he told me his wife 
Clara couldn't satisfy him. Said she was deadwood on a bed. It was really 
something the way he screwed me. 

He'd pull it way out, and thrust it back injust to watch himself slide in 
and out of me. It was about the wildest fuck I'd ever seen-I mean it." 

There was no doubt in either boy's mind she'd learned how to be so good at 
sex from Louie. 

"In a way he did you a favor," Jeff chuckled. But she cast him an evil stare 
that made him wish he hadn't said that. 

"What about ass-fucking? Did he teach you that too?" 

"Yes, he did-on another occasion when we were down there in his fucking damp 
basement." 

"He made me take off all my clothes," she continued after a brief pause, 
"and I had to crawl around on that damp basement floor bare ass naked while 
he used his belt to lash my bare behind. It was terrifying. He even made me 
wear a blindfold, and he was just waiting for that moment to mount me!" 

"Which of course he did," Jeff nodded. 

"Yes," she smiled, "he mounted me real nice. That cock of his that was 
enough to choke me, was thrust up my ass without benefit of anything but his 
spit!" 

"How erotic," Jeff smiled smugly. "Remind me to give you a spit-cock fuck. 
Bet it's cozy alright-a nice, tight fit!" 

"Sounds nice, huh-guess you're as sadistic as "Big Louie" was-the sex 
beast!" 

"Tell me how did it feel to have that huge pecker stabbing up your virgin 
ass?" 

"like it would slice me in half," she reminiced. "Every jab of his dick 
seemed more terrifying, more awful than the last. But, he was determined to 
get his rocks off this perverse way, and did-in-between grabbing my cunt, 
and play with my titties. Pinching my titties seemed to add to his delight, 
even though it hurt me like the devil." 

"I would think," Brad said, puzzled, "that after all that sex monster put 
you through, you wouldn't care to fuck with anybody!" 

"It is strange," Peggy admitted, "how much I hated him for what he did to 
me-at first, but then I grew to like it." 

Brad was doing some thinking. He wondered if he would always enjoy having 
sex with his mom. This bothered him no end. For he had to admit, Peggy had 
at first hated the things "Big Louie" forced her to do, but now, she not 
only was doing the same things, but with relish and gusto. 

"Time's a wastin', " Peggy smiled, reaching over to fondle both boys' cock, 
and balls. "Let's get cracking. I wouldn't mind if one of you fucked my cunt 
while the other fucked my ass." 

"How would we arrange that?" Jeff asked. 

"Well," she explained, "you could lie on your back, and I could mount your 
big old prick. When I'm in place on your peter, then Brad can drive his big 
dick up my ass-hole-how does that grab you?" 

Both boys were most agreeable to almost anything Peggy would suggest, for 
she had an uninhibited way about her that made almost everything seem right. 

Releasing their dicks, she got to her feet and strode to the bedroom. When 
they got to their feet and followed, she objected. 

"Stay where you are-let's have a firelight fuck. I'm just going to the 
bathroom to get some oil for Brad's prick. I want that cock of his to slide 
up my ass-hole easier than "Big Louie" used to drive his dick up my rectum, 
if you don't mind." 

Both boys went back to the fireplace and waited. As the light lashed across 
their faces they got to talking about Peggy. 

"How do you like her?" Jeff asked his buddy, who'd been brought in to form 
the erotic sex triangle. 

"She is sensational," he admitted, "I-I never met a gal like her. She really 
loves fucking." 

"Of course you know she's a nympho-don't you?" 

"A nympho?" 

"Sure," Jeff whispered, "she's a nymphomaniac-a woman who can't get enough. 
I've read up on them women and they make the best fucks of all. They got to 
have it. They'd fuck a bedpost if you wouldn't stick your dick in them." 

"Is that so?" Brad asked, thinking of his mother and secretly wondering if 
she was a nympho or not. 

"What are you thinking of-or should I say who?" 

Guilt surged through Brad, and it almost seemed as if Jeff was aware of the 
fact he was a mother-fucker, and now he knew what his mother obviously must 
be-a nymphomaniac. 

"What are you talking about?" he countered quickly. 

"That funny look on your face," Jeff said quietly, "you looked like what I 
said registered. You know-like you'd been screwing around with some 
oversexed dame and just discovered she was a fucking nympho." 

"Well, you're all wrong," Brad said emphatically, "I-I've never known any 
nymphos." 

"That's too bad," Jeff said, "they make the best fucking. Other chicks at 
school you got to persuade to do things with you. It is awful! I like to 
have them love me-lick me, fondle my ass, my nuts-and lick around there. But 
try to get them. Sure, I can eat my girlfriend's pussy, but that doesn't 
mean she'll go down on my dick. Burns the hell out of me too." 

"It isn't fair alright," Brad admitted, "if you're willing to give her a 
good time-all the way with your tongue-she ought to stick her tongue up your 
hole .too, and lick your dick! Turnabout is fair play." 

Jeff began slowly stroking his cock, anticipating screwing Peggy, and he 
replied, "so now you see why it was so important for me to make it with an 
older woman like Peggy. She's twenty-five, but she can still screw up a 
storm." 

Thinking of his mother who had Peggy's age beat by ten years, Brad chuckled. 
"Some women are good at thirty-five. I heard about one who was." 

 CHAPTER FIFTEEN 

Sauntering back into the living room, carrying a bottle of baby oil in her 
hand, Peggy demanded, "you weren't talking about me by any chance, were you? 
I'm not thirty-five-not yet by a long shot-I'm twenty-five and fit to be 
fucked!" 

"Oh, no," Brad exclaimed, surprised she had overheard what they were saying, 
and feeling a bit embarrassed, his cheeks turned red. 

Peggy got down on the floor, and reaching out began feeling his balls and 
penis, massaging them with the oil. 

"Bet you are ready for action, tiger," she grinned. "You sure are hard 
enough!" 

"Just seeing you naked, Peggy turns me on," he smiled. As far as Brad was 
concerned she could have gone right on pumping on his penis, for the 
slippery hand movements that she was providing were pleasing him to no end. 

"Keep that up," he begged. "Keep pumping, baby-keep pumping!" The hot 
pleasure that surged through his body as she fingered his ass-hole with one 
hand, and pumped on his pecker with the other was amazing indeed. 

"Hasn't Peggy got a nice hand movement?" Jeff asked, a sly smile crossing 
his face. "She can give jack-off jobs that are unbelievable." 

When she'd gotten him ready, she insisted her ass-hole should be well 
lubricated to accommodate him. 

"Do your best, baby," she told him, "none of that second rate fucking. Peggy 
wants prime fucking!" 

"You don't have to worry about me none," he assured her. "We're going to 
have a ball-a real ball!" 

Jeff got in position on his back, his huge prick standing up, rigid and 
ready. 

When Peggy straddled him, Jeff lay back and let her grasp his pecker, and 
guide it into her womanhood. 

"That is what I call good fucking," he said, as he began thrusting into her 
glove-tight cunt. He always loved the sensations of being sucked in which 
her vigorous pussy muscles movements created. 

"Keep doing me, baby," she begged, "Ram it to me!" 

While she was in this good position, Brad mounted her body and began 
fucking. He slowly eased his slippery cock between her ass cheeks, 
preparatory to making the final invasion. 

"Let's fuck," he grunted as they connected. Now, the three of them were 
giving Peggy the penis-stabs she wanted-from the front and from behind. 

"Play with my bosoms, baby," she turned to tell Brad. Reaching around, Brad 
began massaging them, pinching the nipples, and inflaming her to wilder 
fucking. 

"Come on, baby-fuck-fuck-fuck that cock up there. Now, you're doing 
it-that's the way I like to fuck!" 

The cockstabbing action continued, with Jeff pumping it into her tight 
twisting pussy, while Brad drove his dick up her willing rectum. 

"What an ass-hole for fucking," Brad panted, as he thrust it higher up her 
rectum. "Ohhh, baby, are you tight!" 

The fantastic action continued, and they were both extremely excited. "Keep 
it up," he begged. "That's the way to do it! Fuck! Fuck, baby, fuck!" 

Peggy's ass cheeks swayed, as she moved about to give him tingling 
excitement. 

"Keep it up! Keep that backfield in motion, Peggy," he panted. "That's how I 
like it-fuck--fuck, baby, fuck!" 

Frantically, the action continued. It was a super-fuck for Peggy, as she 
realized she had two teenage cocks with lots of life in them. Both young men 
were very virile, and it excited her imagination to take them both on. 

Brad didn't hesitate to grip her ass cheeks, and play with them. There was 
something about her bouncing buttocks that fascinated and excited him. 

Jeff found a big degree of pleasure sharing Peggy. He could almost feel 
Brad's every cock-stab, and he tried to time his cock thrusts to hers. 

"Now, baby, now-harder," she panted, "that's the way to do it-come 
on-fuck-fuck faster!" 

The tremendous pleasure they were experiencing now was going to bring them 
to climax quickly, and Peggy wanted to make it the perfect triangle-fuck, a 
three-way orgasm. 

"Watch your pacing, Brad," she suggested. "Try to time your cock jabs up my 
ass-hole, to the way Jeff is giving it to my cunt. I'd love to have, you two 
guys juice on target, along with me. Wouldn't that be tremendous?" 

"Sure would," Brad agreed, as he rode up her tight, twisting rectum, "fuck, 
baby, fuck-come on-let's fuck!" 

There was no doubt about it, she was good screwing. His hands were on her 
bosoms, pinching her taut nipples. The firelight added to the passionate 
excitement of the wild orgy fuck, and now, the music she had playing on the 
stereo set added to his pleasure. 

"Fuck, baby, fuck," he panted, as the cock-stabbing action continued. 
"Now-oh, ah, yes, baby, yes-keep it up!" 

It was amazing how Peggy could twist her tail, he thought, as he watched her 
gyrating ass-cheeks grinding for him. 

"I'm almost there," he gasped, and this brought Jeff's immediate response, 
"so am I, buddy--fuck-off!" 

"Hang in there," Peggy panted, "I'm, I'm almost thereeeee!" Peggy was 
juicing, coming in multiple orgasms, just as Jeff got his pistol off in her 
pussy. 

"So am I," he added, "fuck, baby, fuck-don't stop now! There's more juice 
where that came from!" 

The hot sexual frenzy, was shared by Brad who drove his dick in to the hilt. 
Squeezing her cream pitcher ass, he shot his wad, "I'm cumming-I'm 
cummmmmming!" 

The three of them continued their pulsating sexual activity until Brad 
finally eased his slippery cock out of her willing rectum. He flipped over 
on the beach towel, and smiled up at her. 

"That was some fuck, baby-I enjoyed every minute of it!" 

Peggy was kissing Jeff passionately, licking his eyelids, kissing his cheeks 
in thanks, before she pulled off. Joining Brad, she lay between her two 
young lovers, her heart pounding rapidly, her breath coming short 

"Did you enjoy that?" she asked, looking at Brad like a small child 
searching for love, and approval. 

"Very much," Brad said quietly. 

As the firelight continued to flicker across their nude bodies, and the 
stereo played its haunting sex beat, she said, "Maybe I shouldn't be a 
stewardess-maybe I should be a hooker. They make a lot more than I do." 

"It's a dangerous life," Brad insisted. "You don't want to risk it." 

"You think flying isn't dangerous?" she laughed. "You should know what I 
know about some of those pilots." 

"like what?" Jeff asked, eager to have the lowdown on what the pilot's 
sexual life is like. 

"Some pilots are a blast," she laughed, "they like to have us give them blow 
jobs while they're on duty. Of course, it would be curtains for their 
careers if they got caught, but sometimes when we're not busy, and the 
atmosphere doesn't make them scared shitless we'll crash, they like to have 
their cocks sucked-relaxes them, they insist." 

"You get paid?" Brad asked. 

"Unfortunately, no," Peggy admitted, "but we get good training so we could 
easily graduate to a hooker's life. And from what I've heard about those 
Vegas girls they get very well paid for what they do. The hundred dollar an 
hour girls have a real time of it. Usually, it doesn't take much more than 
five minutes to get a fucker to shoot his rocks off, and then you move on-of 
course I'll admit most of them demand some sordid sex or they would not pay 
all that money!" 

"How sordid?" Jeff smiled smugly. "More sordid than what we do?" 

"Some of them are, unfortunately, downright disgusting. They like us to 
dress up in long black stockings for one thing, and some of them dig having 
us whip them with riding whips. Of course that is a bit better than one 
creepy character who insisted on wearing highly polished black boots. He 
made me lick his boots while he jerked his cock. At the same time, he was 
lashing a black leather belt over my ass. When it was cum-time, he insisted 
I cop his cock, and suck him off. It wasn't much fun-I can tell you that for 
damned sure." 

"I imagine some of them can get pretty mean and vicious," Brad acknowledged. 
"Me, I don't like the pain trip-I dig pleasure!" 

"I can tell," she smiled. "One crazy customer I had wanted me to suck his 
toes-imaginesucking toes." 

"Suck my big toe," Jeff suggested. Peggy got down there, and began licking 
all his toes. He was getting more and more stimulated every second. Finally, 
the pleasure had mounted till he got an erection from her licking and 
sucking his toes. 

"That's weirdo," Brad observed, "I-I don't see why he got so turned-on." 

"Another thing they dig is armpit fucking," she declared. "The first time a 
cat asked me to let him fuck my armpits, I flipped. I asked him point blank, 
'what kind of a kick can you get out of doing a thing like that?' He got 
angry." 

"Sure," Brad nodded. "Everybody's sex hang-up is sacred-to them-that is. If 
you do what they do-that's sensational, but if it's something different, oh, 
that's too damned bad." 

It was evident to her, both boys might enjoy screwing her armpits, and she 
figured it would be fun to feel two cocks coming at her armpits, with their 
big balls dragging over her bosoms en-route. 

"How about a double armpit fuck?" she smiled. "Try it once anyway." 

Both boys were eager for action now. And, she was just as eager. They got on 
their knees, and she raised her armpits, at angles, making it easy to slip 
their peckers into the unique spot. 

"Come on-fuck!" 

As they slid forward, she clamped her arms down over their penises. Both 
boys enjoyed the pleasure they were experiencing now, and she loved it. 
While they pumped their peckers to her, she loved the sight of their hairy 
balls dragging over her bosoms. It stimulated her no end. 

She worked her armpits up and down, as they delivered sensational cockstabs 
to her. 

"Right-on!" Jeff said. "Feels good, Peggy! Yeah-you got great armpits for 
screwing! Keep wiggling them the way you're doing it right now! Yes, that's 
fantastic!" 

The stimulating pleasure they experienced now wouldn't cease. It continued 
until the two of them were ready to unload again. And then Peggy let it be 
known what she wanted. 

"Feed me your dicks-at the same time," she suggested. They both moved 
forward, so they each could slip their cocks to her. She loved the sensation 
of having the big cocks-at each corner of her mouth. Her tongue became a 
whirling dervish, working this way and that, as she licked. 

Jeff insisted, "We better do this one at a time." 

"No," Peggy told him flatly, "I can eat your prick, and Brad can fuck me 
cross ways. I'd love to have those two big cocks coming at me together." 

Peggy got her wish. Brad wasted no time in sliding down her, and stretching 
out cross-wise across her, so he could slip his cock up her. 

She loved the feeling of him driving his huge, throbbing penis into her 
pussy, and she responded with excitement. 

"Fuck me, baby," she gasped, "I want it-fuck me real good!" Then, opening 
her hot mouth, she let Jeff straddle her face. As Jeff thrust his dick in 
and out of her pussy, she let her pussy muscles seize his thrusting dick, 
and she gave him a wild workout, he wouldn't soon forget. 

Stimulated by his stabbing penis, she let her tongue sweep over the lowered 
ass-cheeks of Brad, enjoying this enormously. 

"Lick my ass," he panted, "lick me! That's the way I like it, baby-lick it 
good!" 

The sensational pleasure he was deriving now increased, for Peggy let her 
hot tongue sweep over the underside of his balls. As the passions within the 
three of them merged, their lust became inflamed. They were no longer three 
separate entities, but they had become one convulsing unit, seeking orgasmic 
release in the worst way. 

Grasping Jeff's swollen prick, she pulled on it, and fondled his testicles 
with her tongue. Letting her tongue lash around his tight anal opening, she 
suddenly drove her tongue up his ass-hole with vigor. 

"Fuck, fuck-ohhhh, yes, Peggy, yes-you've got a sweet pussy, fuck me!" 

Brad was pounding it into her with zest and force, and enjoying watching his 
buddy get his kicks from her tongue lashing. 

"I'll feed you my dick, right away, honey," Jeff said huskily, juice 
starting to surface at the small slit at the head of his penis. "Keep it up! 
Lick my ass-way up there! Keep your tongue stiff!" 

Peggy's sliding tongue always brought him to the brink of orgasm. He could 
hardly stand it any longer. 

"Ohh-ahhhh, yes, baby, yes-keep it up," he groaned in erotic delight. Peggy 
knew it was time to lick his prick, and hastily slipping her tongue out of 
his ass-hole, she brought his huge, male member to her mouth and licked. 

"Suck me," she begged, "suck me baby-give me some action!" 

Opening her sensuous mouth, she let Jeff inch by inch slide in. Once inside 
her mouth, she clasped his cock with her tight lips. 

"Eat my prick," she panted. "Eat my dick!" 

Back and forth, the hot cock rode into her mouth, the sweaty smell of his 
balls igniting her tongue into action. She let her hot tongue sweep over the 
tip of his dick, and then he slowly eased himself down her throat. 

"Fuck me," he begged, "Suck me! Get the juice out! I'm full of cream, 
baby-loaded-up to here!" 

The sensational pleasure that they were enjoying now was tripled by the fact 
all three of them could share some of the erotic pleasure of each other. 
Brad watched Jeff slipping his cock in and out of her mouth, his balls 
bouncing on her mouth as he did so. He did find it exciting to see his ass 
muscles flex, as he fucked her face. 

"Fuck it, baby," he gasped. "Eat my dick!" 

The sticky, creamy juice was about to erupt in her mouth and this was 
Peggy's favorite dessert. She always liked the taste of the thick cock 
juice, and she had become quite a connoisseur of sperm. 

While Brad fucked her pussy, his eyes focused on Jeff feeding her his cock. 
He was enjoying it enormously, and could hardly wait for that moment when 
the hot juice would erupt in her mouth. He knew he'd enjoy seeing her cheeks 
suck in as she got her feeding. 

"Milk me," Jeff panted. "Milk my dick! You know you want it-if s delicious 
baby-thick and nice-I'm going to shoot it to you in gallons this time." 

He wasn't kidding either. Brad reached forward and slapped his ass, and 
suddenly he felt his balls expanding, and his pecker exploding. 

"I-I'm cumming-I'm cumming," he moaned in delight, as the juice shot out of 
his cock into Peggy's hungry mouth. 

This triggered Brad. He felt his juice shooting now, as her pussy twisted, 
and gripped his thrusting cock-and he watched her cheeks suck in as her 
mouth gobbled his prick juice. 

"Fuck-fuck, baby, fuck," he panted, as he went on driving his dick into her. 

The erotic excitement they felt at this moment was exhilarating, and 
stimulating, and Jeff felt the same thing, as Peggy-inspired by the virility 
of the two of them sucked him magnificently, his shooting balls, bouncing 
delightedly on her chin. 

Neither boy would pull out immediately. Peggy's hot holes were too much 
pleasure to pull away from. 

First, Brad pulled his cock out of her. Next, Jeff eased himself out of her 
mouth. 

As they lay beside her, Peggy took a deep breath, "I've had it. I've fucked 
out all my hang-ups!" 

' "Hang-ups?" Brad asked, not quite sure of what she meant. 

"You know, baby-kinky things we all like to do when we're fucking. You've 
got your set of hang-ups-I have mine, and Jeff has his." 

"I don't have any," Jeff teased. 

"You're a fucking liar," Peggy laughed. 

"I know it," he nodded. 

 CHAPTER SIXTEEN 

When Brad and Jeff left Peggy's place, Jeff was eager to find out what his 
new-found friendship with him could lead to. 

"Maybe you've got somebody I should be balling along with you," he smiled. 
"Share and share alike, huh?' 

"I-I don't think this would work out," Brad told him quickly. "No, I don't 
think this would work out at all." 

"Oh, this older women like variety," Jeff insisted. "You owe me a fucking 
favor." 

"And you sure expect to get paid back quickly, don't you?" 

"What are friends for?" Jeff chuckled. 

By the time, Jeff had dropped him off at his home he was glad to be home. He 
felt slimy, and dirty. Sure, Peggy had done everything! She'd done it 
mechanically. Just like his mother had told him-love makes the difference 
when it comes to sex. She had been right, he had to admit painfully. 

He opened the door quietly, not wanting to awaken her. He saw his Dad's car 
there, and he figured he would be safe. He was thankful he was home as that 
would spare him to go through an ordeal of questions as to where he'd been. 

Going up to his room, he quietly undressed and slipped into bed. It didn't 
take him long to drift off to sleep, for he'd done so much screwing he was 
relaxed. 

However, as he was just about to doze off completely, he felt somebody lying 
naked beside him, pressing at his body. He was about to shriek, when a hand 
went over his mouth to silence him. 

"Oh, Brad, honey-I just had to talk to you," his mother whispered. 

When she removed her hand, he whispered a question to her. "What if Dad 
finds us-in bed like this?" 

"Don't worry about him-I gave him a sleeping pill. Be asked for an aspirin, 
and I slipped him one of my sleeping pills. They look so much alike he'd 
never know the difference." 

"Why did you have to barge in here at this hour in the morning?" 

"Because, baby," she said, "mama loves youand she doesn't want you playing 
around with those disgusting tramps and cheats you have probably been 
playing around with." 

"How did you know?" 

"Instinct-female intuition," she replied. "Call it anything, you want to, 
but I knew-now tell me. Confess, honey, it'll do your soul good." 

"Hell, no," he said, raising his voice in disgust at her aggressive 
behavior. 

"Oh, don't talk to your mother like that," she begged. "Please don't 
baby-I-I can't stand it!" 

"I can't stand it either," he told her. "You aren't a decent mother to 
bother me like this when I'm trying to get some sleep. Now buzz off!"- 

When he was turning off like this and telling her she could buzz off, she 
knew it was time--past time to use some strategy. 

"Baby," she said softly, "let me see if I can get some life back in it." 

Before he knew what was happening, she was down there, fondling his cock, 
and then she slipped one leg over between his leg, letting her pussy press 
against his penis. 

Instinctively, his penis began swelling in spite of himself, making it all 
the more frustrating. 

Breathlessly, she told him, "You see, baby--it's so natural for us to turn 
each other on. You don't know how I've waited for you to come home and let 
me love you!" 

Her bosoms pressing against his body did excite him, and then he felt 
compelled to wrap his arm lovingly around her. 

"Oh, mom-I do love you," he whispered. 

As he turned to look into her eyes, she pressed her mouth against his. They 
were merged in a soul kiss now, and he was more excited than ever before. 

"Love me," she begged, "love me!" 

Suddenly, she was spreading out over him, pressing her pussy to his mouth. 
His hot tongue swept out over her curly, pubic hair and he licked her. 

"Eat me, eat me, son," she gasped, "eat my pussy!" The delicious aroma of 
her box intrigued, and excited him. He massaged her buttocks, as his hot 
tongue plunged into her cunt. She was enjoying it enormously now, and so was 
he. 

"Suck my pussy," she panted, letting her fingers thrust through his curly 
hair. "Now, you're doing it! Nibble mama's love-button, baby! Ohh, you're 
turning the fire on down below!" 

There was something about eating her pussy that seemed so wrong, so 
perverse, it amounted to the most exciting thing he could do. 

Raising herself, she rotated her cunt backwards and forward on his hot, 
jabbing tongue, enjoying it more every moment. 

He was nibbling her clit now, and she was about to juice. He lashed it 
unmercifully, as he rode into her with a vengeance. 

"Eat my pussy," she panted eagerly. "Eat my pussy! That's how you do it! Eat 
me!" 

The fantastic pleasure they derived from their love-making was building to a 
soaring, searing climax now. 

His finger slid up her ass-hole, and then she gushed. 

"Hang-in there, honey," she panted. "Suck mama's pretty pussy! Now! Oh! 
Ahh-do me, darling-do me!" 

The erotic delight had built to fantastic heights, as she gushed, joyful in 
the knowledge that even though her son had been slipping around with another 
female somewhere, she could still pull this degree of erotic response from 
him. 

His hands moved from her buttocks to her bosoms, as she felt the fantastic 
hot excitement he produced with his lapping, loving tongue. 

Squeezing her nipples, he pinched them until they were blood red. 

Diane enjoyed seeing the cum-juice trickling down the corners of her son's 
mouth. It proved one thing to her. She was still young and beautiful, still 
capable of arousing erotic responses in men half her age. The fact that this 
man happened to be her own teen-age son made no difference in the blinding 
light of her passion. 

"Eat me, Brad, baby-eat mama's juicy snatch!" 

Just at that moment, a horrifying shot shattered the night's stillness. 

"Ohhh, God," Diane gasped, turning to see her husband with a gun pointed at 
her. 

"You good for nothing rotten mother-fucker," he shouted, looking at his son, 
"I'll get you too and put you both out of your misery!" 

Without another word's warning, he blasted away at his son. Brad shrieked in 
pain as the bullets shot holes through his heart. 

When he heard gurgling in the boy's bloody death moanings, he noticed Diane 
wasn't dead. 

"I'll finish you off, bitch! The world needs fewer people like you-take 
this-and this-and this!" 

He blasted away, making sure she was finished. Then, he froze in his tracks. 

"God-what have I done?" he mumbled, as if in a daze. The horrible impact of 
having killed not only his disloyal, twisted wife, but his only son shot 
through him like another bullet seeking vengeance. 

"Oh, Brad-my boy-my boy," he moaned. 

Going over to him, he wrapped his arms around him and wept bitterly. It 
seemed as if he'd go out of his mind if he couldn't do something. He tried 
to give him mouth to mouth resuscitation to save him, but it didn't work. 

Hastily he began thinking of what he must do now. He paced the floor, the 
tears rolling down on his eyes, as dawn started to streak the horizon, 
illuminating the death room, making his deed all the more grotesque as it 
came to light. 

Now he had to face the painful anguish of a court trial and prison, or even 
worse-maybe death unless. 

Back and forth he weighed the way out, and the more he thought about it, the 
more convinced he became there could be only one way out. 

Going over to the wife whose bloody body lay across the bed, naked and 
terrifying with its splattered spots of blood pointing an accusing finger at 
him, he tried to decide what he must do next. 

Diane had been a good wife in so many ways. Why had she sunk to such 
depraved depths? And how could his only son Brad betray him like this? If 
she lost her mind-couldn't he keep his wits about him? 

These thoughts swirled through his mind as he weighed the horrifying 
consequences of what he had done. Now, the world was closing in on him. 
Where could he go? There was no place to hide! He would have to run-and 
run-and keep on running. He had no passport. He couldn't leave the country. 
But, worse than that-he didn't want to run! 

The only way he could bring justice to himself was to take his own life, he 
reasoned. He had taken Diane's life, and his young son's life. He couldn't 
excuse or forgive them! And he was just as heartless in judging himself. 
What he had done was unforgivable. He must die, just as they had died. It 
would be better to blot out in blood-his own blood-the awful deeds they'd 
been guilty of. Reaching for the phone, he dialed 0. 

"Operator," he began, foggily, "get me the police!" 

"Is this an emergency?" she demanded. "You bet your fuckin' life it is," he 
blared into the phone, "I'm going to kill myself." 

"Who is this? What is your name sir-oh, don't take your life. Hold on-I'll 
get the police!" 

Just as she connected him with the police, his gun blasted away, sending a 
bullet through his skull, killing him instantly. He collapsed in a heap on 
his wife's bloody body. 

The phone lay in his hand, outstretched in death across the bloody bed, as 
the policeman's voice demanded, "Who is this? Who-who is this?" 

"Operator-get his phone number." 

"Oh, officer," the operator explained, "he said he was going to kill 
himself-I heard the gun--ohhh, it's awful." 

"Get me his number," the police officer insisted. "He wanted to kill 
himself-it happens every day." 


THE END
