XE-610  The Family Vacation
(Mark Jackson)


FOREWORD 

There is nothing wrong with a parent having great love and affection for a 
son or daughter. But where this love must stop, has sometimes been a problem 
with some parents. 

In the case of Valerie and her son Arthur, a love relationship began when 
Arthur's sexual development reached Such maturity as he approached sixteen, 
he felt the need of some satisfying outlet. 

Failing to find such an outlet, Arthur's mother who was a mere thirty years 
old offered herself. It began with a simple decision to assist her son in 
masturbation. But, it never stopped there. 

Soon, her own passionate urges surfaced, and she wanted to introduce him to 
oral-genital sex stimulation, and this became the springboard for a series 
of sexual adventures. To try to get back to some kind of reality,, she 
concluded she needed a vacation, and together they went to an island in the 
sun, Hawaii. And here, the sky-high prices made her come bouncing down to 
earth with shattering impact. Money running out, desire still burning high, 
she decided to join a couple of sex parties, where she could be paid for her 
services rather well. And while she was out selling sex, her son was finding 
out about life on the sunny beaches by himself. 

The turmoil and chaos she felt inside her was matched by her son whose young 
life was suddenly becoming super-charged with deep problems, and conflicts. 

Incest can never end pleasantly for the persons involved. Such a twisted 
relationship must always lead to tragedy, and the case of fifteen year old 
Arthur, and his beautiful thirty year old mother was no exception. 

Too late, she found out how deadly her compulsion actually was. but it took 
a major tragedy to teach her this sharp lesson from life. 

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CHAPTER ONE 

Arthur was a good boy, and usually listened to what I told him, but this 
Saturday night he wasn't home at midnight, our agreed upon deadline. It 
disturbed me so much I couldn't sleep. I got out of bed, went downstairs and 
fixed myself a drink to steady my nerves. 

As I sipped the raw bourbon, I did some thinking. I was right back where I'd 
started. When I was fifteen years of age, I'd gone out with his father, 
Harry. Harry had a way about him that made it very easy to succumb to his 
demands. And that night, we had wild sex. And it was that night Arthur was 
conceived. I quit school, and ran away from home, and Harry supported me, 
but would never take the time or trouble to make it legal. 

"Honey," he smiled, "What difference does a piece of paper make where love 
is concerned? It's what's in here, inside a heart that counts." 

"I know," she said evenly. 

It seemed that way until little Arthur was born. Then, I hated to have to 
lie on his birth certificate, but there was no other way. When I got back 
from the hospital, I decided to have a showdown with him once and for all. 

"Harry," I said evenly, "Either you marry me and give my son a name or-" 

"Or what?" he smiled sadistically. "I'll kill you, you bastard," I screamed 
at him, and then I, must have flipped out. The next thing I knew I was 
running after him with a butcher knife to carve his steel heart out, and he 
knew enough to get out of there and fast. That was the last I saw of him. 
Ever since then, I've lied to Arthur about everything in his past, all to 
give him a chance. I didn't want his future stained with my mistakes. Yet, I 
knew that would happen if I didn't play it real cool. 

I decided I should move to another town, and not get too friendly with 
anybody. If I could make enough money to give Arthur a decent life, maybe my 
sins of the past could be forgiven. But, it was hard to earn enough on my 
small secretary's salary to cut it, so I found out how to make a little easy 
money on the side, selling it. I was ashamed for what I was doing, but 
Arthur never knew. I did everything at motel rooms or apartments, and I 
warned them never to call at my house. The exchange took care of my "dates" 
as I used to refer to them, and I was building up a good savings account for 
him so he could go on to college. I felt like an old woman at thirty, having 
been through so much of the grim side of life. But, lucky for me, I kept my 
body in shape and my thirty years didn't show. Arthur, being fifteen posed a 
problem, because, like this father, he was very sensual and judging from the 
magazines I'd find in his room, anxious to have sexual relations. This 
disturbed me, for I didn't want some cheap slut of a girl to warp him, spoil 
his outlook on women, and the beautiful side of sex. 

When he told me that he was going to date Debbie, I'll admit I didn't play 
it cool. I told him he was making a big mistake and he refused to listen to 
reason. 

"She's a nice chick," he said tightly. 

"But not the kind you should get involved with at your age," I told him 
flatly. 

"Don't try to dominate my life like you probably did my father," he 
shrieked, "I know what happened. You kept on the old man till he left you 
and I had to pay the price for your big mouth." 

"Don't talk to your mother like that," I warned him. "I won't stand for it." 

"Oh, you won't, won't you?" he glared, and I guess it was then I felt the 
first waves of sexual desire surge over me. It was as if Arthur was a 
reincarnation of his father. The same fire in his eyes, that same 
electricity flashed through me until I was trembling with desire. I turned 
away, sick to my stomach, the realization hit me with such force and impact. 
He felt sorry and walked over to tell me, "Forgive me, Mom-I didn't mean to 
yell at you, but Mom, I'm growing up!" 

"You are physically, son, and you're a very handsome boy," I told him, "but 
emotionally dear-it takes time-" 

"You're living in the past, Mom," he smiled strangely, as if we were in 
different worlds. 

"Debbie will probably tempt you, son," I said bluntly, "and if you do the 
right thing you won't give in." 

He didn't look at me. He looked away, as if he didn't want to tell me what 
he would do if the offer was made. This was what bothered me now when it was 
two a. m. and Arthur gone made the whole house seem so empty, and made me 
feel so terribly alone. 

Finally, the hours stretched out until it was three a. m. and I couldn't 
keep awake. I fell asleep and slept so soundly I didn't hear him come in 
later. When I did awake at four o'clock I wondered if he'd slipped in while 
I had been sleeping. I went into his bedroom, and he was tossing and turning 
fitfully in his bed. But, I was so glad to see him it didn't matter to me. 
Walking over to look at him, I suddenly saw his eyes were open. 

"Hi, Mom," he said softly. 

Spontaneously, I bent over and whispered, "Oh, son, I'm so glad you're home. 
I worried about you when it got past midnight." 

"Why?" he said testily. 

"Because you're still a boy-" 

"I'm almost sixteen," he said tightly. 

"I know, but you're a long way from becoming a man!" 

"Am I?" he said, slowly pulling back the bedcovers and showing himself to 
me. His naked penis was standing up and a drop of crystal cum was on its 
head, and he looked at me with those brown, penetrating eyes with such 
hunger I found my throat going dry. 

"You shouldn't show yourself to me," I said quickly, but nevertheless went 
on looking. His penis was like his father's penis, long and hard with a big 
head. How his Dad loved to tease me with it. He was doing the same thing. 

Then, he went on hesitantly, "I tried to get her to go down on me," he said 
anxiously, his hand suddenly stroking his male member as he continued 
talking. 

"Oh, you shouldn't-" 

"Dammit, why not," he spit furiously. "I'm tired of pumping it with my own 
hand. I need me a woman!" 

Suddenly the thought of that cheap little slut sucking on my son's fresh, 
young penis, sucking his vigorous manhood into her filthy mouth upset me. I 
couldn't bear the thought of Debbie doing things like that with my own, pure 
son. 

"Did she?" 

"What?" 

"Did Debbie go down on you?" I asked him bluntly. 

"No, dammit, " he said, anger filling his eyes, his forehead wrinkling. 

"Son, I'm glad she didn't, " I said, heaving a sigh of relief and sitting 
down on the bed beside him. Girls like that are no good. They cheapen you-" 

"Well, I've got to get me some experience," he mumbled. "Experience?" 

"Yes, the little bitch said she didn't want to fuck a virgin. She said she 
wanted some stud who'd been around and knew the score, and if I wouldn't 
suck her cunt, she wouldn't go down on me." 

"Dear god," I gasped, "Did she say that." 

"Yes." 

"Well, be glad the little slut didn't suck you," I said, reaching out and 
patting his bare naked thigh. The moment my fingers touched him, I saw the 
electricity flash in his eyes. I knew then I must have him, even if he was 
my own son. 

"What's wrong, Mom?" 

"Nothing," I said, reaching for my stomach where sudden shooting pains made 
my stomach churn and my head spin. 

"Mom, could you just pull it off for me? I'm so tired of doing it all by 
myself!" 

I hesitated a long moment. Should I submit to his desires, or should I take 
a moral stand and say absolutely no. My mind was a seesaw as I thought about 
it, and then as if my subconscious was dictating to my conscious mind, I 
reached out and gripped my own son's rock-hard penis. He watched me 
carefully, as if wondering how a woman plays with a man. 

"I-I guess it wouldn't hurt anything," I said huskily, as I started pumping 
on it. 

"That feels good," he breathed softly. 

"Im glad," I said quietly, and let my hand speak for me, as I gripped it 
tightly and pulled it up and down with hard, strong jerks. 

"Oh, beautiful, that feels fantastic-you really know how to do it, Mom-pull 
it, pull it off!' 

"Alright, son, alright," I said eagerly, as my only desire was to satisfy 
his carnal needs at this strategic moment in his young life. 

As I pulled on his penis, I watched his eyes. He looked so beautiful when he 
was sexually aroused. I had done the same thing for his father when he'd ask 
me to play with his penis, and excite him. But, his father always asked me 
to do more-to go down on him. He said that was the most exciting form of sex 
and I decided in that moment my poor son needed total sexual 
satisfaction-and not just masturbation. 

Bending over, I let my tongue slide along the huge penis-head, and suddenly 
Arthur reached out and pushed me down over it. I sucked it slowly, and he 
thrust forward. I felt the tip of it reaching to the back of my throat. I 
could hardly stand the excitement of being so intimately connected to him. 

Reaching down, I felt his testicles. Massaging them gently with my hands, I 
tried to add to his sexual pleasure. That I was succeeding was evidenced by 
the way his penis thrust farther and farther down my throat. 

"Ohhhh, Mom, suck my," he moaned, "keep doing it. Ahhh, ohhhh, yes, suck my 
cock. I can't stand it, ohhhh, ahhhh, I'm coming, I'm coming," he groaned. 

His thick, creamy cum splashed down my throat, as I sucked the juices out. 
It was a delicious tasting load he shot me and I savored every delicious 
drop of it. 

"Suck it, Mom, suck it, ahhhh, ohhh, yes, eat me," young Arthur panted as 
his thighs closed in on his mother's head while she sucked him. 

Pulling my mouth off his penis, I smiled at Arthur. "Son, I-I love you so 
much." 

He reached out and wrapped his arms lovingly, protectively around me. 

"I love you, Mom," he whispered, "I-I don't know what I'd do without you. 
Thanks." 

Even though I knew then I was doing the wrong thing, I still felt somehow I 
was doing the right thing. 

"Now, go to bed," I whispered, and then I looked down at his penis. It was 
still hard. 

"Mom," he smiled, "Can I?" His hand went down to his penis as I pulled back 
and he gripped it tightly and squeezed it, making the head get harder. 

"You want to?" 

"I want to fuck you, Mom, " he said softly, "I liked the blow job, but I 
want to fuck-" 

Now, I had to stop and think. I had agreed to use my mouth to satisfy him 
and I didn't want to actually have him thrust inside my vagina. . "No," I 
said, rising, "we mustn't do anything else." 

"Why not?" he argued tensely, as he got to his feet and paced the room with 
his penis standing up. 

"Because," I objected, "it's wrong for a mother to have sex with her own 
son-dead wrong!" 

"Then why did you blow me?" he demanded. I couldn't answer immediately, the 
tears were coming. 

Little did he know how I'd secretly desired him as I saw him approaching 
manhood. Little did he know the hurt, and agony I felt over my own warped 
desires. I was tormented and tortured, and yet I knew if I ever cut loose 
and let him know what I wanted to do, he would have no respect whatsoever 
for me. There was nothing to do but run out of his room and go back to my 
own bedroom. 

"Where you going, Mom?" he cried after me as I fled down the hall. 

"I'm going to get some sleep," I shot back, "I hope you don't mind!" 

But he followed me, and no sooner had I gotten into the bedroom and slammed 
the door shut than Arthur opened the door, and came over to the bed. 

"You don't dare refuse me," he smiled, "Now, be quiet, and spread your 
fucking legs for me." 

"Oh, son, don't talk to me like that," I begged, "Please don't. I made a 
mistake. I never should have put my mouth on your penisplease forgive me, 
I'm sorry, I-I" 

Arthur was paying no attention whatsoever to anything I had to say. Instead 
he was on the bed, straddling me and forcing his huge penis into my vagina. 
I could resist him no more, for secretly I craved his penis sliding up me. 
I'd wanted him ever since I chanced to see him masturbating in the bathroom 
and recognized he was so well hung, and in such grave need of sexual 
satisfaction. 

But what amazed me and frightened me was that the first plunge of his penis 
felt so good I couldn't cry out anymore. I was enjoying it much too much to 
complain. 

"Fuck me," he demanded, "Throw it back to me, Mom let me feel you." 

Just like his father before him, he wanted me to throw my pelvis up so I 
could meet his cock-thrust. I knew he'd no-doubt like to feel my vagina 
muscles gripping his sliding tool and I began working them around his 
thrusting penis. 

"Oh, yes, Mom, like that," he gasped as he felt surprise and joy surface in 
his body as I continued. "Fuck, fuck, fuck it," he demanded, and soon the 
two of us were one, my body throwing up to receive his thrusting penis. 

"You're beautiful, Mom," he panted, "I've been turned-on with you for a long 
time." 

Knowing that I wasn't just any old port, and a second best to the Debbie 
slut, made me so happy I felt compelled to beg, "Kiss me, son, kiss your 
mother." 

His lips crushed down on me so hard I thought he'd break my teeth he was 
that intense. How well I knew he needed to have satisfaction sexually, and 
how quickly I recognized what I was doing at this moment, must have been the 
right thing-for I was doing at this moment, must have been the right 
thing-for I was having the good sense to save him from raping some innocent 
woman who might happen to cross his path at the wrong moment. 

"Fuck, fuck, fuck it," I begged him, and my hands reached back to grip his 
firm, round buttocks, pulling him tighter to me. 

My vagina muscles gripped his penis and alternately gripping and releasing, 
I felt him ramming it up me harder. My hands went on to slide along his 
back, and then reached down and gripped his charging buttocks. 

"That's it, son," I blurted, "Fuck me. Give it to me. I want it al. Ohhhh, 
yes, that's it. Fuck, fuck, fuck my cunt!" 

My own words were surprising me, as I little dreamt that such wild sexual 
desires were inside me. But, once my son Arthur's naked body was on top of 
me, and his penis was driving inside me, I knew no control. 

"Yes, Mom, yes," he grinned sexily at me, as he kept driving his marvelous, 
sliding penis into me. 

And then he came. The huge penis exploded inside me and I felt the sperm 
spurting. 

"Ahhh, ohhhh, fuck, fuck, faster, Mom, faster," he begged me as the hot 
juices kept spurting out of his young cock. Then, he slid it out, smiling 
and proud of himself. 

I felt aglow, alive and happy. 

"You are a man now," I said proudly, smiling at him adoringly. 

"I guess I am," he said huskily, "Did I do a good job?" 

"Oh, yes, yes you did, son!" 

Then, he walked out of the bedroom and left me alone. I still was 
luxuriating in the afterglow of the wonder ful sensations he'd produced in 
my body. 

And then after he walked out I recalled all too vividly the beautiful sex 
I'd had with his father. I guess there wasn't an act his father didn't 
suggest. He was indeed a virile man, and at fifteen years of age I would do 
anything he wanted me to. 

How I regretted the terrible rage I'd displayed before him when he'd refused 
to marry me and give Arthur a legal name. If I'd used some tack, maybe he 
would have come around my way. But, I'd literally driven him out with my 
anger. And now, I was paying very dearly for the error of my ways. 

 CHAPTER TWO 

The next morning I decided I should fix Arthur a wonderful breakfast with 
pancakes, scrambled eggs with crisp bacon. After fixing, everything, I went 
to his room to call him to breakfast, and when I opened the door got a 
jolt-Arthur was gone. 

I couldn't believe it. Arthur never went out early on Sunday mornings. He 
always wanted to sleep in. I went back to the kitchen, and covered the food 
on the stove, hoping I could keep it warm until he returned. But, he didn't 
return until night. He looked so confused, and upset I hated to look into 
his eyes. 

"Where have you been, son?" I demanded. 

"Don't bug me," he snapped and went to his room and banged the door shut. 

Now, I was confused. I wanted desperately to let him know that I understood 
the inner turmoil that must be seething inside him, but he'd let me know in 
no uncertain terms that he didn't want to be bothered. 

Nevertheless, I had to get through to him. If he kept it all inside himself, 
it might drive him crazy. 

"Son," I whispered, knocking on his door. "Go away," he insisted. 

"No, son, I can't. Please talk to me. I-I haven't done anything so terrible. 
If I'm guilty of anything, it's loving you too much." 

As if I'd gotten through to him, he came to the door and when he opened it I 
saw the hollow, hurt look in his eyes. I sat down on the side of the bed 
when he slumped back on his bed, turning away from me. 

"We both got carried away in the heat of emotion," I insisted softly. 

"I'm a mother-fucker," he blurted hotly. "A no good, goddam mother-fucker!" 
He began sobbing and I thought I'd go out of my mind as I saw him suffering 
because of me. 

"You're not guilty," I told him. "I'm the one who did the wrong thing. Try 
to understand, son. 

"As if I'd helped him release the guilt he felt inside himself, he turned 
back to me. Still he couldn't say a word. But, he was thinking about what 
I'd said. 

"Baby," I smiled, "We've both had a hell of a time. Ever since your Dad 
split, we've had to make it on our own, and I know it isn't easy!" 

"Mom," he said softly, "If nobody knows, I guess we can just forget it-" 

I brightened up when I heard him talking sense. I didn't want him to wallow 
in a sea of self-pity over our simple little sex act. "Why don't we go out 
to dinner tonight? I'll bet you're awfully hungry." 

"How did you know?" he half-smiled, his innocent goodness surfacing. 

"You probably walked all day long trying to forget. Well; it's all over 
now-so let's begin again-how about that?" 

We went out to dinner together and I insisted he have the biggest steak in 
the house. It did my heart good to see him enjoy his food, and forget all 
the pain he'd experienced over our little sexual episode. 

After dinner, he said "Mom, I really do love you. I'm sorry I-" 

"Don't apologize, son-" 

"I must," he said sadly, "I wanted you to have sex with me just as bad as 
you wanted to do it with me." 

When Arthur admitted that, I thought I'd flip-out. He actually was turned-on 
with me. I felt he had wanted me to satisfy him sexually for some time , but 
I couldn't be sure. Just a look, an occasional glance-and always the big 
question mark. When we'd finally gotten involved, it happened so suddenly, 
it was impossible to arrange my thoughts. 

"There's nothing wrong with you or me, Arthur," I said quickly, secretly 
hoping I could entice him into the act again. Having sex with him had been 
about twice as exciting as some of the men my age and older. They were dull 
company compared to Arthur. He not only had a larger penis, but he had such 
vigorous thrusts when he was having sex with me. There was a look in his 
eyes that I read quite well, and I knew he desired me. When we got home, I 
thought it best never again to be bold or aggressive, but subtle. So, I let 
him go to his room and I slipped into one of my pink negligees. 

I slipped into his bedroom to say goodnight, and he was lying there bare 
naked. His penis was in his hand and he was jackoffing. I interrupted his 
masturbation with a smiled, "I hope I'm not intruding-" 

He realized I wasn't being critical and relaxed and looked at me with a 
small smile, "Not at all, grab a ringside seat and watch if you want to-" 

Brushing a tear aside, for it did trouble me to see him not having any 
outlet when he obviously needed one so desperately, I smiled, "Arthur, if 
you wouldn't feel guilty about it, I'd let you-" 

I hesitated, deciding that if he really wanted it he would have to ask for 
it. I was through pushing. 

"Oh, Mom, can I fuck you?" he said enthusiastically, as his eyes focused on 
my breasts which were barely concealed behind the sheer material. 

"If you want to-" 

"I want to," he enthused, releasing his firm grip on his huge penis. I got 
to my feet, deciding I would make it as exciting and beautiful as possible. 
I reached for the top of my garment, and pulling it apart, let him look at 
me in the nude. His eyes instantly darted to my moist triangle, and I was 
pleased to see him so excited and happy. What older man could ever look at 
me like that. And it was precisely that look that got me so worked up. It 
was the same kind of sexual fascination that his father had had for me when 
I was just his age, fifteen. 

I let the negligee slide to the floor and then I got in bed with him. 

"Let me get on top of you," he enthused. 

"Anything you say, son," I smiled, as I lay back, spreading my legs for him. 
Arthur quickly straddled me and then I felt the tip of his huge penis as he 
eased himself into me. 

He was so excited he'd already started to come as evidenced by the lone drop 
of crystal cum on the head of it. I was vibrating, with passionate 
excitement myself, hardly able to lie still as I felt him sliding his huge, 
pulsating penis into me. 

"Oh, Mom, that's fantastic," he blurted, as he drove into me. I gripped his 
firm, round, young buttocks as he came closer, and then he was going to 
town. On instinct, he pressed his hard chest against my soft breasts, and as 
I glanced in the mirror I had to admit we made a nice couple. After all, he 
was fifteen and I was only thirty, and a young thirty. Oh, God, I 
thought-what if his father ever caught me seducing our son? Wouldn't he 
flip-out, and kill me? Knowing his terrible temper I knew he would and it 
bugged me to think of it. Yet, at this moment, I wanted to erase all 
thoughts of fear and guilt and enjoy what I felt I had a right to enjoy. 
After all, who could love a son more than a mother? And if this love had the 
added ingredient of sexual love, so what? Nobody was forcing anything on 
anybody. Arthur, of his own accord had desired me, and I'd simply 
accommodated his natural, and perfectly normal lust. 

A flash of a thought made me ask myself if I was feeding myself lies to ease 
my pangs of guilt. But, I quickly dismissed that thought as the pleasure 
built, while Arthur mounted me and hammered it home. 

"Oh, Mom, you're a wild fuck," he gasped. 

"Do you really like it, son?" she smiled. 

"Yes, oh,-yes, I do," he panted, as he pushed himself into me. Using the 
muscles in my vagina effectively I produced a variety of sensations for him. 
By gyrating my hips to the right, I made him change his angle of thrust. 
Seeing the variety of variations I'd introduced into our screwing session, 
his eyes seemed to dance with excitement, and he told me how much he was 
enjoying it. 

"Oh, Mom," he bubbled enthusiastically, "That's fantastic! Fuck me, fuck me 
like you're doing now. Yes, yes, ahhhh, ohhh, fuck, fuck, fuck it off!" 

The hot penis slid to the right, as I twisted that direction, and then I 
swung my hips around to the left, and again he followed. 

"Oh, son" I panted, "you're driving me out of my mind. I love that, fuck me, 
ohhhh, baby, fuck me!" 

Now, I was almost pinching his firm, round buttocks. He liked that too, and 
when I parted his cheeks, and slid one finger up his tight and quivering 
anus, he thrust forward with newfound force. 

"That feels fantastic, Mom, fuck it, fuck my dick!" I gripped him tighter 
again, then released it, using alternating current effects to make the 
excitement build. 

Arthur was my son, and my lover and I wasn't ashamed of it now. I peppered 
his face with kisses, and then our lips met. He pressed down so hard once 
more I thought he'd break my teeth. 

At this passionate point, I opened my mouth and let his tongue slip inside. 
We thrust our tongues against each other, and the excitement built. 

"I love you, Arthur," I whispered, "I love my boy so much!" 

I let my finger slide out of his anus, and gripped his buttocks as he drove 
it to me harder. I knew he couldn't be far away now. The excited walls of my 
vagina were lubricating him, and his tongue was threshing in my mouth 
against his tongue. 

"Ohhhhhh," he groaned, pulling away, "I'm coming, Mom, I'm coming. Ahhhh, 
ohhhhhh, fuck me, fuck me hard!" I ground my ass around his penis, accepting 
him into my body eagerly, joyously. 

"Oh, son-fuck me-fuck me," I blurted, "Ahhhh, ohhhh, yes, yes, that's 
it-fuck-fuck-fuck it off!" 

The hot sperm splashed inside me, and our wild screwing session was over. 

I milked it, squeezing every drop out of his prick, and at that point I 
gushed too. He knew this, and a big smile flashed across his face, "I made 
you come too, didn't I, Mom?" 

I nodded, and smiled up at him stroking his back, and kneading and massaging 
his buttocks and whispered, "You're a man now-you can give any woman 
beautiful sex!" 

"Can I?" he smiled. 

"You bet your sweet ass you can," I assured him, and then he rose up off me, 
sliding himself out. I looked at his handsome penis-head and marveled at its 
still being hard and its length. He was really something any woman could be 
proud of. 

He got off the bed and went into the bathroom and stepped into the shower. I 
used this moment to go to my bathroom and douche. When I'd finished, I took 
a quickie shower, and sprayed some good body splash all over and went back 
to ease his mind. 

"How do you feel?" I asked quietly, when I went back into the room and saw 
him stretched out on the bed. 

"Just fine," he smiled, "And you?" 

"Satisfied," I sighed, "And I mean-satisfied!" 

I lay beside him, and he wrapped his arm protectively around me and 
whispered, "Even when I'm older, Mom, I won't hate you for letting me get my 
rocks off with you." 

Hate was something I'd dismissed, and to hear him even allude to it 
surprised me. 

"Why should you be talking about hate?" I asked bluntly. 

"Well, you know how some people feel about parents having sex with their own 
kids," he said matter-of-factly. "Well, I won't feel that way-ever." 

"Oh, I guess a lot of narrow minded old hypocrites would criticize us-but I 
don't really think we did anything wrong, do you, son?" 

"No, Mom, love is never wrong if it doesn't hurt anybody. And we never hurt 
each other. We only brought each other some sexual kicks we sorely needed." 

"That's the god's truth," I smiled, reaching out and feeling of him there. 
As I gently massaged and stroked it, he suddenly came to life. 

"You know, Mom, I really loved it when you went down on me like you did last 
night." 

"I loved doing that to you too," I admitted, "It brings us so close 
together-and in such an intimate way-" 

"Why don't you suck on me for just a minute or two-I need it." 

Sure enough, he was hardening again down there. I gripped his pecker in my 
hand and got down between his handsome, young thighs and started sucking. 

"Oh, yes-like that," he moaned, "Suck me, Mom." I didn't have any idea his 
gun was ready to shoot again-that is until I had it sliding back and forth 
in my mouth. And then, I knew he had some ideas all his own. 

"I feel it touching the back of your throat," he exclaimed excitedly. "Ohhh, 
yes, Mom, do me-do me good!" I let my mouth slide up and down the length of 
his penis, and when he touched the back of my throat, he got so excited his 
hands reached out and he held me down, and thrust forward. This drove his 
penis all the way down my throat, and I felt like a sword swallower for a 
gagging split second. 

"That's it, Mom, let me throat-fuck you," he begged. And with his balls in 
my hands, and his penis stabbing down my throat, he went to town. 

His subconscious sexual thoughts surfaced as he begged me to do wild things 
to him. 

"Suck that cock, eat it up, ohhh, yes-like that. Suck me, Mom, suck me," he 
pleaded excitedly. I thrilled to his sweaty loins, enjoying the sight of his 
curly pubic hair, enjoying even the smell of his sweat-I loved Arthur and he 
could do no wrong. His penis stabbing down my throat once more reminded me 
of his father for this was the way he liked to get his rocks off too. 

"Oh, Mom, you're driving me up the wall," he groaned, as he kept his penis 
stabbing me. "Ohhh, ahhh, now-eat it, eat my dong-eat my dick, ahhhhh, suck 
that prick. Get the juice out of it. Go after the juice. Ohhhh, ahhhh, yes, 
yes, suck that cock off!" 

The hot sperm spurted out of his penis, and I felt it flashing down my 
throat. It was his personal life juice and I loved every drop of it as much 
as I loved him. Why should I deny him the thrills his body demanded. Just 
because he was a fifteen year old boy with the body of a man, he'd been 
dealt an unfair match I reasoned, and it was up to me to compensate and give 
him the sexual outlet he so sorely needed. I eased myself off him, licking 
the head of it as I let him slowly pull it out of me. 

"You love me, don't you, Mom?" 

"More than I could ever tell you," I told him. And then I got up, and went 
back to my room and slept soundly. 

The next morning I fixed his breakfast for him and he was up at it early. 

"Hi, Mom," he grinned at me, and I smiled back, "Hi, son-how are you, 
today?" 

"Oh, I feel just great," he declared, "And I hope you feel as good as I do." 

"Of course, I do, son-of course I do." 

After breakfast he hurried off to school. It was the last week before summer 
and I began thinking about our vacation. I wanted to give him a good time to 
make up for the thoughtlessness his father had displayed when he just 
vanished, and left us both to fend for ourselves. 

At my job at the Carnaby Restaurant, I thought I'd mention my vacation to 
Old Joe, the manager. 

"Vacation?" he asked, almost as if he'd never heard of such a thing. 

"Sure, Joe, my son gets out of school next week for the summer and I wanted 
to check with you about when I could have my two weeks off-with pay." 

"You've flipped out," he said abruptly, "I never gave one of my girls off 
two weeks with pay. You get one week and that is when Old Joe says you get 
off." 

"Is that right?" I snapped. 

"Don't get smart with me," he said testily. "You ought to remember who is 
boss around here, honey!" 

"How can I forget it?" I said sharply. 

"You know something?" he smiled. 

"What are you talking about?" I said evenly, looking the horny old bastard 
right in the eye. 

"Sometimes I make exceptions," he winked, "When a girl proves to me she can 
please me the way I like to-" 

"You know something?" I smirked. 

"No, what?" 

"You can take your precious job and shove it, I'm through I" 

"And good riddance," he said angrily. 

"The same to you," I told him, "The same to you." I left the restaurant and 
never went back. But that night when my son came home from school I didn't 
exactly have good news to tell him. 

"You mean you quit?" Arthur asked, his own fears of our future rushing to 
the foreground. 

"I had to," I explained, "The old codger was trying to put the make on 
me-and I'm not going to let these old farts fuck me for a lousy job like 
that one." 

"I-I don't blame you," he consoled me. "Now what?" 

"Well, we're not going on relief if that is what's bugging you. Your old mom 
isn't that bad off. I saved up when I worked, and I've got some set aside 
for emergencies. 

"Good," Arthur said quietly. "I'd hate to live off somebody else-when we 
aren't sick or unable to work." 

"I'm proud of you, son," I told him, "That's the spirit. We'll make out all 
right because we've got the will to win over all the obstacles life can put 
in our path." 

"And it's put an awful lot of them in our path, hasn't it, Mom?" 

"I'm afraid it has, son," I admitted quite candidly. 

When I saw him looking so sad and troubled, I reminded him, "We've got a 
vacation coming up-remember that?" 

"We have, haven't we, Mom?" he smiled. 

"We sure as hell have," I laughed, "and I think we ought to flip out to 
Hawaii, how does that sound to you?" 

"Oh, I'd love that," he smiled. "I can see it now-you and me on the sunny 
beach of Waikiki." 

"Now, I'm not saying we can stay in the fanciest hotel on the beach, baby, 
but we'll find us a nice, clean place and we'll have one hell of a good time 
too." 

"When do we go?" 

"Well, I guess we might as well split this scene when you get out of school 
on vacation. Then, I can get back to work without interruption as soon as we 
get back." 

"Beautiful! I'll need a new swim suit," he smiled. 

"You'll get your new swim suit," I assured him. 

The tickets weren't real expensive. I joined a charter group club and we got 
there for a little less than two hundred dollars. But, I soon discovered 
that was only the beginning. Rooms weren't cheap. We finally found a small 
hotel, quite a distance from the beach where I got a double for $15 a day. 
Arthur didn't mind the walk, nor did I. The wonderful climate and the people 
made Hawaii on the order of heaven for us. 

On the beach one day, I noticed Arthur was looking at a little brown-skinned 
Hawaiian girl rather intently. So intently in fact, I saw his penis 
hardening under his swim trunks. I knew it was time for me to take care of 
him when we got back to the hotel. 

"Let's take a shower and get some of the sand off," I suggested slyly back 
in our room. 

"All right, Mom-you go first." 

"Why should I go first, when we can go together?" I smiled. 

"All right-I'll lock the door first," he laughed. Then, he slipped out of 
his tight-fitting trunks, and I noticed his jackhammer penis standing up 
magnificently. His balls hung there so handsomely, and his broad-grin told 
me he was hot to do it again. 

It didn't take me long to slide out of my suit and stand before him, with my 
breasts jutting out, my nipples erect, excited. 

"You look real nice, Mom," he smiled. 

"So do you, son," I said softly, as I stepped into the shower and joined 
him. The water rushing down our bodies made us both feel good. Then, he 
began soaping me. I loved the feel of his hands on me as he soaped me down. 

But what particularly excited me was the feel of the soap at my snatch. He 
slipped one sloppery end of it into me and I said, "Now, don't try fucking 
me with the soap!" 

"I just like to play," he laughed, "I'm sorry." 

"Don't be sorry, baby," I laughed, "but it hurts when you try to force that 
big bar of soap inside me-and I don't think it does my pussy any good." 

"I know what does your pussy good," he winked. 

"What?" I went along with his bit of warped sense of humor. 

"This," he said, reaching down to grasp his penis. "This, Mom-my prick!" 

"Let me wash it off for you, honey." 

I took his penis in my hand and washed it off. Then, I said, "Turn around, 
son-I want to wash your back off." 

"All right, Mom, and then I wash you all over." 

"As long as you promise not to slip soap up my man trap," I laughed. 

My hands glided down his back and I washed him off. He felt so good to my 
finger-touch. I loved to feel the swell of his buttocks, and I began washing 
his anus out. 

"Spread for me, baby-and I'll wash you here." 

"Do you have to do it there?" 

"Sure, if you expect to be sucking sweet all over!" He turned, and cast me a 
funny look, and we both laughed. Then, my hand reached down to the crack 
between his legs and I whipped up a good soap suds and washed his ass out. 
Then, I completed his backside, all the way down his thighs, to his calves 
and even his feet. 

"Now, turn around, honey and Mom will wash the front of you." 

Arthur turned around and his huge penis stood out straight. He smiled 
proudly, "Wash my prick off, Mom." 

"Of course," I grinned, "You want to keep it clean." My hands began on his 
chest, and I enjoyed feeling him down to his thick, pulsating male member. I 
took it in my hand and let the soap build up until I could obtain a good, 
cleansing suds. Then, I washed his testicles too, enjoying the feeling of 
them as much as I know he enjoyed having me play with them. 

I finished off the front of him, and then he smiled, "Now, I get to wash you 
off." 

"All right, baby," I said, handing him the bar of soap. He took it in his 
hands and did a great job of running it over my body. I quivered to his 
finger touch as he excited me that much. Needless to say, I wanted most of 
all to have him wash me around my vagina. He started with my breasts, and 
ran the soap over their surface, and then put it down in the soap dish in 
the side of the wall and brought both his hands back to my breasts to 
massage them, working up a nice white billowy lather. When he had them all 
soapy white and foamy, he seemed very pleased and excited, and reached for 
the soap to continue down to my vagina. 

He got on his knees and used the soap effectively. He smiled as his eyes 
focused closely on me there. 

"Do you like what you see?" 

"Sure, I do," he grinned, "I'm a pussy man, myself." 

"That's nice," I chuckled. And then, he went to work. Soon he had my 
triangle white soap suds, and then he got up, and smiled, "Now, let the 
water wash it off while I massage your titties." 

I moved closer, and sure enough while the shower of water swept down over 
me, he reached out and began playing with my titties. I certainly liked the 
feel of his fingers on me. It was total excitement. 

"Mom," he whispered, "I love you." 

"And don't think I'm not in love with you," I assured him tenderly. Then, he 
asked me to turn around. I did, and he started soaping my back. It felt 
wonderful to have his hands on my back. When he got down to my buttocks, he 
slipped a hand between my legs and used the soap there. 

"Oh, I like that," I told him, "That feels wonderful. Keep it up." 

The soapy water washed down me, and then we both got out of the shower and 
dried off. 

"I think it's nice to use body splash," I told him, hoping he'd get used to 
keeping his body smelling kissing sweet. 

"Aw, hell, no," he said indignantly. "A man doesn't use stuff like this." 

"A man who is asking his body to be loved by a woman does," I reminded him. 
"You do want me to go on loving you." 

"If you put it that way-I guess I can use a little," he relented. I handed 
the lemon body splash to him, and he poured some on his chest. 

"Around your privates, baby-around your privates," I smiled, stepping 
forward, taking the bottle from him and pouring some in my hand and applying 
it to his genitals. 

"Is that necessary?" 

"Yes." 

When he was smelling good, I told him, "Get on the bed, baby, and I'll turn 
on some music." 

I went to the wall, where the piped-in music had a switch you turn to turn 
the sound up. The Hawaiian music came in nice and clear. 

I went over to the Venetian blinds to shut out the blinding, tropical 
sunshine which was pouring into our bedroom. Glancing off at the beach a few 
blocks away, I remembered all too vividly the brown-skinned Hawaiian girl 
that turned him on. 

I decided I'd get on the bed and help him forget that girl just as fast as I 
knew how. 

 CHAPTER THREE 

When I returned to the bed, I smiled down at my beautiful son. His bronzed 
with the tropical sun body was so appealing and inviting I wanted to love 
him all over. I thought perhaps if he had something cool and refreshing to 
drink, it might get him in the mood to experiment. After all, how could he 
ever learn about sex, unless he did do a little experimentation. 

"Son," I smiled, "I think we need something tall and cool to drink-" 

"It is hot, Mom," he agreed, "I wouldn't mind having something to drink." 

So, I ordered a couple of Singapore Slings. The hotel bus boy appeared at 
the doorway and he looked so delectable in his swimming suit, with his 
muscular chest, and flashing black eyes I nearly told him I wanted to drink 
him, .and he could have the Singapore Slings. But, I had my almost sixteen 
year old son, and that was enough. 

Tipping the good-looking bus boy, I went back to drink with Arthur. 

"Here, honey," I smiled, handing him the tropical liquor drink. "It'll make 
you feel all nice and good inside." 

"I'm feeling good now," he smiled, as he gripped his penis in his hand. 
"But, Mom, you shouldn't go around the door naked. He might have seen you." 

"Honey, he couldn't see a thing. I just held my arm out and took the tray." 

After he had had something to drink, I could immediately tell he was more 
manageable and I liked it. 

"Why don't you slip a pillow under your legs and let me love you down there 
like you like it?" 

"Alright, Mom," he smiled enthusiastically. He got the pillow, and wadding 
it up, slid it under his bare butt. Then, I got down there, and let my hands 
slide under his round, young buttocks. Next, I got my face in there and let 
my tongue lash around his tight, quivering anus. 

"That feels good," he panted, as the hot tongue movements obviously turned 
him on. 

"Men like this a-lot, baby," I whispered huskily, "Ask me to do it to you, 
though as that turns me on-just hearing you commanding me to suck down 
here." 

"Sure," he smiled a bit embarrassed, yet turned-on. His embarrassment served 
to excite me all the more. 

"Suck me," he begged, "suck my ass out!" 

Hearing him demand such intimate activity thoroughly stimulated me. I let my 
tongue slide all around his tender, young ass-hole and then stiffening, and 
gripping his buttocks drove it up there. 

"Fuck me," he begged, "Ohhh, Mom, I love it when you let your tongue slide 
up there like that." 

The lemon splash smelled so good, and he was such a clean kid anyway, that 
even this most intimate of contacts was not difficult for me. I kept my 
tongue stabbing up there, and he enjoyed it immensely. 

His balls bounced on my head and I reached up to give his penis a good 
jerking. His hand was on himself, and he'd been jackoffing but when he knew 
I'd do it for him, he released it, and I gripped it. 

"Oh, Mom," he gasped, "I can't stand it, I can't stand it-keep it up, keep 
it up!" 

The action never subsided! I kept pulling on his hard penis, and I kept the 
tongue-action going too. 

"Ahhh, ohhh, yes, yes, suck it-suck my ass out," he begged me, and from the 
feel of his throbbing male member, I knew I'd have to cap the crown of his 
cock with my mouth and suck off soon it I wanted to get a mouthful of his 
hot juices. So, I slid out of him, and pulled his delectable penis into my 
mouth and started sucking. He thoroughly enjoyed this, and I enjoyed having 
him go to town on me. 

"Suck it," he begged, "Suck my cock. Eat me-eat my prick." His hands went 
down on me and he held me fastened on his penis. I continued sucking until 
the excitement built to a fever-pitch, and then he shot his wad. 

"I'm coming, ohhh, yes, I'm coming, Mom, suck my prick, suck it off," he 
gasped, as I devoured his penis-juice. Every drop of it tasted so good I 
hated to stop for a moment. Then, I decided I'd let him have his first piece 
of pussy, and offered it to him, after I'd slid off his juicy prick. 

"Baby," I smiled, "how would you like to eat Mama's snatch?" 

For a moment, he didn't know what to say. It bugged me to see him silent 
like that. But, I got so turned on with the idea, I didn't allow him any 
more time to think about it. I straddled him and pushed my hairy pussy up to 
his mouth, and took his hands and placed them on my hips. 

At first, Arthur was reluctant, and I had to use some psychology to get him 
to do what I wanted him to. 

"Honey," I argued, "why don't you use your tongue on it?" 

I smiled down at him, and he shot a glance up at me. I could tell he was 
really eager to try it, but something held him back. 

"Mom licked your ass out, and ate your penis-now turnabout is fair play!" 

"I guess it is," he smiled, and suddenly I felt my whole body quivering. 

"Son," I whispered huskily, "can you suck my ass out for me like I did for 
you?" 

I pulled myself up, and sat down on his face, with his hands grasping my 
thighs. It felt wonderful to feel his hot tongue licking me there. 

"Oh, son," I moaned, "You're driving me up the wall!" The passion that 
surged through my being at that moment was unforgettable. 

"Yes, yes, mama," he sighed, taking a moment off from letting his hot tongue 
lick. 

"You see, baby, it isn't hard to do it once you get the hang of it." 

"No, it isn't," he admitted, "I enjoyed it." 

"Now, use your tongue and shove it all the way up there. That is when I 
really will turn on. But, stiffen your tongue when you do it. You'll love 
it." 

That's one thing I'll say for Arthur. He could listen to you when he wanted 
to and he did. Stiffening his tongue, he stabbed my hot ass-hole, sliding it 
up there. I decided to ride his tongue and slid myself up and down on it. 

"That's how it's done, honey," I panted, as I pushed myself up and down on 
his tongue. 

By now I was dripping, and I wanted his tongue inside me, licking the walls 
of my vagina. So, I begged him to begin, "Baby, go to my snatch-I'm ready." 

It didn't take Arthur long to get his tongue out of my anus, and slide it 
into my hot vagina. 

"Lick the walls of my snatch, baby," I pleaded. "Send your tongue way up 
there-higher!" 

Arthur stretched his tongue up there, and licked. I liked the sensation very 
much. And then I thought he should know how to please a woman by effectively 
using his tongue on her clit. So, I guided him there too. 

"Now, honey," I begged, "Whip your tongue around my love button." 

When I said that, he pulled his tongue out and asked me point blank, "What?" 

"You know what I mean," I smiled, "My love button!" So, I finally had to 
explain. 

"Arthur, baby, every woman has a clitoris-something on the order of your 
penis. If you suck it, lick it, and use your tongue in a flicking movement, 
and do it real fast, you can get any woman to climax." 

"Is that why they talk so much about eating pussy?" 

"Yes," I laughed, "because it's one sure way for any woman to make it, 
providing she isn't frigid." 

"What makes a woman frigid?" 

"Ask me later, I'm too hot to answer now." Arthur smiled, and slid his 
tongue up there again, and went to town. It excited me as I felt him inside 
me in such an intimate manner. Perhaps, I felt more intense pleasure because 
he was my own flesh and blood, returning to where he came from. No doubt I 
would have to be warped to thrill to sex with my own son, but thrill I did, 
and have him I must I thought then. 

"Eat me, ohhh, baby, eat mama!" Arthur learned quickly. He was an apt 
student when it came to pussy-sucking lessons. His tongue whipped around my 
clitoris, and then he flicked it back and forth, back and forth just like 
I'd trained him to. If he could nibble me just so, I knew I'd climax like 
fourth of July. 

"Ohhh, baby," I begged passionately, "nibble my snatch!" 

His teeth sank into my clitoris, and then I gushed. I couldn't stand it, it 
was so beautiful. His hands reached up and grasped my breasts, pinching the 
nipples excitedly. I loved it, and so did he. I'd trained him to be a super 
pussy eater, and I was admittedly proud of myself. I knew he could please 
any woman with the knowledge I was imparting to him. Training him young to 
learn how to lick a woman effectively at the moment of climax is very 
important. 

Finally, he finished and pulled his mouth away with a big, satisfied smile 
on his face. 

"Was I good, Mom?" he asked with his sweet innocence of youth. 

"You were very good," I assured him as I got off him. He was proud of 
himself. He knew he could please a woman and I knew it too. It delighted me 
that he was capable of thrilling me as he had done so effectively. 

Then, I lay down beside him, and he wrapped his arm around me so lovingly, I 
wished I could let the world stop spinning and hold onto that beautiful 
moment forever. 

"Can I go hunting for some native girl?" he asked softly. I'll admit I 
surprised him, when I shrieked, "What in hell are you talking about?" 

"Well, Mom, didn't we just do it together so I'd know how to satisfy other 
women? You didn't think we were going to confine our screwing to each other, 
did you?" 

A chill shot through my body. My beautiful son, doing things like this on 
the beach at Waikiki when the sun goes down in some secluded cove. It bugged 
me, and I didn't know how to answer him without putting my jealousy on 
display. 

"You want to be careful, baby, who you get that intimate" with," I warned 
him. "Why?" 

"That's a silly question. You know there are some women who aren't 
clean-just like some men, and they breed disease, if you know what I mean." 

Sitting up straight in the bed, as if he'd suddenly been transformed into 
some mature, sophisticated older man, he asked me, "Don't you think I know 
how to take care of myself?" 

"Of course, baby, but you're only fifteen, remember that?" 

"Well, I'll be sixteen in two weeks," he announced. 

"I know you will and I'm looking forward to celebrating your birthday!" 

"What are we going to do, Mom?" he asked eagerly curious to know what I had 
planned. This was good. I'd gotten him off the subject of sex with another 
woman, a subject I found very distasteful. After all, I'd just broken him in 
and he was a mere child. He should be allowed time to mature and ripen 
slowly, and under my guidance. Then, he kept asking me, "Son, it's a big 
surprise," I insisted, "but I promise you, you will have a ball and I mean a 
real ball!" 

"I'm hungry," he said quietly. And I was thankful that hunger was diverting 
him from more talk about sex with someone else. This I could do without. 

"Why don't we go to that Tropicale Restaurant that we saw coming back from 
the beach?" 

"Alright," he smiled, "let's go. I want a steak tonight. I'm starved." 

We got dressed and went to the restaurant. We were both hungry and could do 
with a big meal. 

"Order anything you want," I told him, hoping he wouldn't order the most 
expensive meal in the place. 

"Why don't we celebrate and order Chauterbriand?" he asked eagerly. 

"Baby, if you want Chauterbriand, order it." 

We ordered it, and a big tropical salad. It was a delicious meal and I was 
glad we'd come there. But I hated to think of the bill. It was fifteen 
dollars, plus the tip. Yet, it had momentarily diverted him. I didn't want 
him going 'cunt-crazy' because I taught him the tricks of good pussy eating. 
As we walked out, sure enough, a sexy brown-skinned girl walked in. He was 
all eyes, but the invisible leash I held him on restrained him. 

"Wow!" he sighed, "Look at that!" 

"She sure knows how to show off everything she's got," I commented crisply. 

"And what a lot she has to offer," he added. 

"Why don't we walk along the beach?" he suggested. Instantly I knew the 
reason why. Here he could survey the scene and check out the action. 

"Alright," I agreed, frankly afraid to refuse. If I went out with him, 
perhaps I could keep him away from chicks who'd try to seduce him. After 
all, Arthur was a young and appealing human being, and there were women all 
over the place who'd come here looking. 

When we were going into the lobby of a big hotel right on the beach, one of 
these "boy-seeking" older women gave him the eye, and he smiled. 

"Hi," she grinned, and I had to get her set straight. 

"This is my son," I said protectively, and she looked at me, studying the 
two of us a moment, and said, "Yeah!" With a knowing smile, she turned away, 
and Arthur broke up laughing. I was burning with anger at the nerve of that 
little tart to try to seduce my own son right under my nose. 

"What's so funny?" I demanded tensely. 

"We are," Arthur laughed, "I'll bet people think you are one of those older 
women who digs young boys." 

I looked at him soberly, and said softly, "I am-only I am also the mother of 
the boy who turns me on." 

"That is why I've got to find some other woman," he said, "I can't go on 
screwing my own mother." 

"Don't look at it that way!" 

"What other way is there for me to look at it?" he asked honestly. 

We walked along the beach and all the way I could see what he was doing. 

"I think we should head home now," I told him. 

"Mom, you go back to the room and I'll be there right away." 

"What are you going to do?" I demanded. 

"Just walk-and walk-" 

"And see what you can see," I smiled without humor. "Well, I don't want to 
stand in your way of having some fun so I guess I'll go back by myself." 

Saying this, I turned around and went alone to my hotel room. 

 CHAPTER FOUR 

All the way to my room anger seethed inside me. Here, I'd trained him all he 
knew about sex and now he was out using all the information I'd given him 
with someone else. It burned the hell out of me. I thought I needed a drink 
to ease the jolt my loving son had put me through. I saw a nice little bar 
just a block from the hotel and stopped in there. They had it nicely 
decorated with palm trees, and a tropical waterfall at the far end of the 
place. I sat down at the bar, and ordered some tropical drink, and then I 
noticed a well tanned beach boy giving me the eye. No doubt he figured I was 
some rich divorcee on the make form the States. 

After two drinks, I smiled at him, and he picked up quickly and came over to 
me. I thought I'd let him screw me if he wanted to, but pay him-never. 

"Hi," he smiled. 

"Good evening," I replied. 

"Visiting from the-? " 

"Yes," I said before he could finish his sentence because I felt his thigh 
pressing against mine. I knew what this meant, and my instinctive and rather 
hasty response was yes. 

"Why don't you and I?" 

"Your place or mine?" I replied softly, pressing up against him tightly. 

"My place," he said, "want another drink?" 

"I could use one," I admitted. 

"What's your name?" 

"Valerie," I smiled, "What's your name?" 

"Wayne," he replied. 

"Wayne, I could use a good time." 

"So, could I, baby," he grinned, motioning for the bartender to come over to 
us. In a few moments, the bartender appeared and he paid the bill. 

Then, we walked out of the place, and I' followed him up to his beachfront 
apartment. 

"I like these modern places," I told him, "The white makes it seem so 
cool-even when it gets hot." 

"It's hot now," he whispered, reaching down and groping himself. I glanced 
down and could see his swollen penis pressing against his pants. 

He opened up his place, and I went in. Then, I saw how unique the apartment 
really was. The living room was blue fuck carpeting with white sofa and a 
couple of chairs, and a white marble cocktail table. It looked very 
impressive. 

Wayne put on some soft music, and stepped over to the bar.. 

"Could you use another drink?" 

"Yes, yes, I could," I nodded, "What have you got?" 

"You name it, honey-I've got everything . " 

Darned if he didn't too. I asked for my vodka and orange juice favorite, and 
he had scotch. Then, he smiled, and casually began undressing. 

"I don't like clothes on when it's so hot outside," he said softly. "Why 
don't you just take your things off?" 

"All right," I told him, and then I began undressing. It didn't take me long 
to slip out of my clothes, and as I tossed them into the chair, I glanced at 
myself in the mirror. Not bad, I thought. My breasts don't sag, and I'm thin 
and trim-perfect for fucking. 

"Mmmmmm, good enough to eat," he smiled at me. I sat down beside him, and 
took another sip of my drink. He had such a magnificent sized big prick I 
couldn't wait to start sucking him off. 

Just as I gripped his tool, he warned me, "Now, don't make me get my gun 
off-just suck a little, 'cause I want to fuck you on my big bed, baby doll." 

"All right, lover, just a prelude suck," I assured him. 

I lay there between his suntanned legs, and gripped his penis and started 
sucking on the head of it. But, I knew I couldn't continue sucking for too 
long a time or I'd have him coming in my mouth. So, I pulled my mouth off 
it, and let my tongue slide down its underside, and then I tugged and 
squeezed on his big testicles. They held a unique appeal to me now, as I 
knew I could titillate and excite him by slowly sucking on his nuts, and 
pulling gently on his penis. So, I sucked his ball in, and smoothly sucked. 
I could smell him now, and his clean manliness smelled good to me. Soon, I 
switched one ball for the other, always keeping my hand quietly stroking his 
big prick. He liked it like this, slow and easy, until he got me in the 
bedroom on his bed. 

"How would you like to get your ass sucked?" I asked him, when I'd finished 
sucking on his testicles and let them fall in place. 

"I'd love it," he enthused, and he spread-for me, so I could have easy 
access to his anus. I got down there, and its hairy, tight hole turned me 
on. I let my tongue slide around it, and then I stiffened and plunged my 
tongue all the way up his quivering anus. 

"Oh, God," he groaned in delight when I did this. "Keep that up-ohhh, yes, I 
love it-I love that!" 

He did too, I could tell from the way he moved all over, making my tongue 
almost slip out of his ass-hole. I liked the feel of his big balls on my 
forehead. I could feel them swelling in size as my tongue-jabs excited him 
no end. Then, reaching up, I gripped his penis in my hand, and pumped it 
enthusiastically. 

"Now, you're doing it beautiful," he groaned, "Rim and jerk jobs-ohhh, 
ahhhh, I like it. But, don't keep it up too long, honey-I can't stand it." 

Somehow, I did want to keep it up, in spite of his demands. I was eager to 
taste his sperm load, and didn't want to wait. I figured it was up to me to 
make his ass-fuck with my tongue so exciting that he'd beg me to suck him 
off. I was right in my assessment of the situation. When I'd built his 
passion up to a certain fever-pitch, he wanted me to finish him off. 

Getting my tongue out of his ass-hole, I grabbed his penis and started 
sucking on him. 

"Ohhh, baby, does that feel good," he gasped, as his hands thrust out, and 
he held me impaled over his cock. 

It was a huge penis, and I thought I'd gag on the thing when he drove it 
down my throat. 

"Suck it," he gasped, "Suck my cock off!" 

The hot sperm was almost ready to burst, and I felt his fingers pressing my 
head down tighter to his thrusting tool. His balls bounced on my chin as his 
hips gyrated. 

"Yes, yes, baby-like that. Faster! Ohhhh, now, that's it, suck-suck it off!" 

The hot sperm exploded in my mouth and I tasted him. I wished this moment 
could last, as I always did when I was enjoying myself so much. 

"Baby, suck, suck it-ohhhhh, ahhhh, yes, yes," he groaned, and the hot sperm 
kept spurting until he'd unloaded in me. I let him pull out, and was amazed 
to see he was still hard. 

He got up off me and walked back and forth. 

"Wow!" he exclaimed, "You just gave me the most fantastic suck I ever had." 

"I'm glad," I smiled at him strangely, and then he came over to me with his 
tongue hanging out. 

"Would you like me to eat your pussy?" he asked, and a business like tone 
entered his voice that I didn't like at all. 

"Yes, oh, yes," I said, reaching to grasp his leg. He came over and sat down 
bare ass naked. 

"But I have to charge a small fee," he said reluctantly. 

"What?" 

"Oh, I know you did me, baby, but this is different-" 

"How is it different?" I asked, sitting up straight and looking him in the 
eye. 

"This is a business with me," he explained, "and it's how I happen to make 
my living." 

"Some nice occupation you have," I said, a tinge of disgust creeping into my 
voice in spite of myself. 

"Everybody has to make a living somehow," he insisted, "and this is just how 
I happen to cut my slice." 

"Hmph," I snapped, "Do you wait in the palm trees to look down on a rich 
widow who is over here healing her hurt?" 

"What's wrong with that?" he said defensively. "Isn't it possible for a man 
to hustle too?" 

"I suppose so," I said, "But it isn't easy to produce those erections every 
five minutes, is it?" 

"Well, no-" he admitted, "but that's where my tongue comes in handy-I eat 
the women and that is how I can keep doing it." 

"Beautiful," I laughed, "now, I'll spread my legs and let you eat me-but 
first, how much?" 

"Twenty-" 

"That isn't bad," I said, "all right, go ahead and start sucking-you paid 
pussy eater," I laughed. 

He wasn't laughing now. Instead, he said evenly, "Money first-" 

"I like that," I snapped, "Can't you put it on credit until you've eaten 
me?" 

He shook his head. "No, I can't-I always work this way-I'm sorry." 

"So am I," I snapped, "I'd much prefer your trusting me-" 

"It isn't a matter of trust," he smiled, "It's just good business to do it 
this way." 

"All right," I agreed, and got up and went to my purse and handed him twenty 
dollars. He looked happy enough to get it, and then I went back to the bed 
and spread my legs for him. He looked at me eagerly, and I stroked my 
vagina. Then, I put a couple of pillows under myself, and said, "While 
you're doing it, luv, why don't you eat my ass out too?" 

"I don't suck ass," he smiled. 

"That's nice!" 

I enjoyed seeing him crouching at my pussy. He got his face down there and 
went to town. Soon, his tongue was sliding along my slit, and then he thrust 
it inside me, and began licking the walls of my vagina. This did excite me 
no end, and I felt my body quivering under the tongue-jabs. 

"Ohhh, baby, eat me," I begged, "Eat me!" 

His tongue reached high inside me and it turned me on all the way. I grasped 
his head and held him there. It was exciting to run my fingers through his 
wiry, black hair. 

"Does my pussy taste good to you?" I panted, as he lapped away. "That's it, 
lover-eat it-eat my snatch." 

He continued licking, and I couldn't help being excited. The tongue-jabs 
were fast and furious, and my own passion was building by the moment. 

"Wrap your tongue around my clit, baby," I begged. Instantly, his hot tongue 
whipped around my clitoris, and the sensations shot through my body. Great 
pleasure surfaced, as I felt the excitement building. 

"Eat my pussy-eat it, suck it-ohhhh, ahhh, yes, that's it, now you're doing 
me right, pussy eater. Ohhh, ahhhhh, suck it-suck it!" 

His tongue sucked on my clitoris savagely, he sucked as I'd never been 
sucked before. His hands held my buttocks firmly, and he let his tongue dart 
in and out of my body. I was wildly in love with him and thoroughly 
turned-on. But, I had to pull back. I shouldn't feel love for him because he 
was an expert pussy eater. I could only feel admiration for his skill at 
turning me on. It was hard at this high-point of passion to keep love and 
passion apart. 

"Ahhh, ohhh, yes, yes," I groaned, "Faster! Faster!" His tongue bore down in 
a faster tempo, and his teeth lightly nibbled, and then I gushed. He quit 
biting and started sucking all my juices out. It was an exciting moment for 
me, and it was an intensely thrilling moment for him. 

"Suck that juice, baby, suck all my love juice," I urged, keeping my fingers 
pressing down on his head. 

He lapped it all up, like a good lover. We were going out of our minds, 
draining the last measure of pleasure from our mouth and pussy connection. 
From the way that he did it, I thought cunt-eating was his hang-up. He much 
too much enthused in it for it to be only mechanical sex, which I thoroughly 
deplored. 

"Baby, that was beautiful," I assured him, as he pulled his tongue out of my 
cunt. 

He patted me on the behind, and smiled, "I'm glad you liked it-you did like 
it, didn't you?" 

"You know it," I whispered, and then I saw he was hard again. He smiled up 
at me with the innocence of a little boy, and asked me quietly, "What are we 
going to do about this." 

"Get it off," I replied. 

"I've got an idea," he smiled, "How would you like to have me fuck you in 
the ass?" 

"With that thing?" I laughed at the thought of all that meat sliding up me. 

"Sure, honey-I'll grease it good and get you at just the right angle and 
I'll shove it up there." 

"Well," I hedged, "if you promise not to wreck me." 

"I'll do it slow and easy," he assured me. Then, he went to the bathroom and 
returned a moment later with a jar of Vaseline. He applied some to my anus, 
and thoroughly greased his penis. Then he began getting me in line for his 
screw. 

"You see, baby, you lie on your back and throw your legs up around my neck, 
like so-" 

I threw my legs up around his neck and he grasped my butt with his hands and 
held me in line with his penis. He looked in the mirror as he slowly slid 
his well-greased penis into my ass-hole. 

"Watch me slide it in," he smiled as he watched. 

"I don't think it would help any," I said nervously, as I felt the huge head 
of it surge past my tight anal ring. 

"Oh, God, you're in," I groaned, hoping he wouldn't kill me in the process. 

"Sure, and doesn't it feel good?" 

"To you, maybe, but not to me," I said evenly, as I tried not to move too 
much, hoping that would lessen the pinched feeling of his giant-size penis 
thrusting up my ass-hole. 

"Ohhh, baby, now we're doing it," he said, excitedly, shoving it back and 
forth. And to my great surprise, I did find myself enjoying his cock 
thrusts, and I thrust my pelvis up to meet him. 

"Beautiful," he grinned, gripping my buttocks and squeezing, as he drove his 
hammerhead into me. 

I decided perhaps I should look in the mirror to see what we looked like. 
Glancing at our reflection I saw my legs thrust up over his shoulders, and 
his tremendous sized tool sliding smoothly in and out of my anus. 

"Doesn't that look exciting?" he demanded, "Half the fun of fucking is 
watching-" 

"It's not just exciting," I insisted, "It's amazing what the human ass-hole 
can withstand!" 

He began demanding me to put certain movements into my screw, and I didn't 
know if I could satisfy him or not. 

"Don't just let me slide it up there," he demanded, "Wiggle your ass for me. 
Make it move!" 

I churned my anus around his revolving penis and I guess I did it right, as 
he groaned in delight and grunted, "Ohhhh, baby, that's it-keep fucking!" 

I kept grinding my ass around for him and I could tell he was enjoying it 
now, His jaw hung slack and he drove it into me with new-found force. 

"Yes, fucker," he gasped, "Hang in there and groove!" I enjoyed it now. He 
was actually making me enjoy getting my ass fucked, and I determined to keep 
him coming until he got his gun off inside me. 

"That's it," he panted as he pushed it into me, "Ohhh, ahhh-yes, yes, baby, 
I'm shooting!" 

The hot cum shot up my ass-hole, and I gyrated my hips to squeeze it out. I 
was amazed how much I'd enjoyed having sex with him, but then I reminded 
myself that sex was his business and he should be good at it. 

He pulled out slowly, and then, he pulled away and I lay on the bed, 
enjoying the wonderful feeling of having been given a really good fucking. 

"How long are you going to be here?" he asked. 

"Another week," I said, "I really love it here and wouldn't mind staying on 
forever-" 

"You could go in the business yourself," he smiled. 

"Is that right?" 

"Sure," he smiled, "A lot of couples like to find a couple who'll swap. You 
and I would make a good team. Would you be interested?" 

"Maybe I would," I said, giving it some serious thought. 

"The only thing is you've got to be really uninhibited." 

"Just how uninhibited do you mean?" 

"You've got to be able to do about anything they want you to-I mean some 
women dig women and if a man has a wife who-likes to make it with a broad, 
the husband will get his jollies watching his wife and a sexy chick go to 
it." 

"No thanks," I said quickly, "I do a little fucking around but I'm not a 
Lez." 

He chuckled, "Baby, don't you understand-you don't have to be a Lez to turn 
on the way they turn on. These men and women are no more perverted than I 
am. All they want is to know what unusual sensations are like, and this is 
one way to find out-how about it?" 

"I-I'd have to think it over!" 

"Don't wait too long now because I've got a hot date set up for next 
Saturday night providing I can find a neat witch who will do some exhibition 
fucking." 

"Dear God," I gasped, "You've got a whole series of fucking stints lined 
up-tell me what is exhibition fucking like, and how much?" 

"I'll answer your last question first," he smiled, "because the bread-than 
is always the most important matter, isn't it?" 

"Well, to be perfectly frank-yes!" 

"We can pick up one bill-" 

"How much is that?" 

"A hundred bucks," he chuckled, "I guess you're not using our terminology 
all the time 

-we say one bill, one grand or one thou-" 

"Alright, but what do I do?" 

"You just let me fuck you any old way they tell us to-and sometimes you have 
to blow about ten guys when they line up their pricks for you to suck off." 

"That's ten bucks a head-and that isn't much. Doing it with one man they pay 
you twenty bucks apiece-so they really are getting themselves a nice 
cocksucking bargain!" 

"Don't look at it like that. You'll be so gassed, you won't know if you're 
gobbling ten or twenty cocks!" 

"I-I'd have to give it some thought. I've done a little playing around, but 
I've never been involved in anything like this I can assure you." 

"Pity," he smiled good naturedly, "you haven't lived!" 

"Maybe not," I said, "but I've still got my peace of mind-if that means 
anything!" 

"Are you all loaded down with guilty feelings over fucking?" he demanded. 

"Not exactly." 

"Well, pussy cat, what's stopping you from saying yes?" 

"I guess it's just fear!" 

"There's nothing to be afraid of," he insisted, "It's just a bunch of horny 
men from all over the states who've come to the island and want to get their 
rocks off." 

"Maybe we're providing a service," I argued out loud, trying to justify my 
own impending involvement. 

"That's all it is," he insisted, "and the sooner you get wiser to that 
fact-the happier you'll be!" 

"You see," I explained, "My Dad was a preacher, a real hell and brimstone 
specialist." 

"Sounds gory," he laughed, "and I don't think anybody is going to hell for 
fucking-" 

"Maybe not," I agreed, "After all, sex is meant to bring happiness to 
people. And isn't that the thing we're doing when you come right down to 
it-trying to give people a horny good time?" 

"Yes," he sighed, "That's all there is to it!" 

"Well, I guess I could make arrangements for Arthur!" 

"Arthur?" he demanded, "Who is he?" 

"My fifteen year old son," I said casually. 

"But you don't look old enough to have a fifteen year old son!" 

"I guess I don't," I smiled, "But you see I married when I was fifteen-so I 
have a son-my husband was a fast fuck and got me pregnant right on." 

"Apparently-and where is your husband?" 

"That's a very good question," I nodded, "I've been wondering where he is 
for years. As soon as he realized he'd have to assume some responsibility 
for his son-he left me, and I haven't seen hide nor hair, of him ever 
since." 

"You've had a rough time of it, haven't you?" he smiled. "Well, so have I." 

Then, Wayne went into his background and I listened, eager to know what 
would drive a man to carrying on with older women. 

"When I was a little kid, my Mom left me with her next door neighbor," Wayne 
laughed, "Wasn't that thoughtful? She could have left me on a church 
doorstep or in a convenient garbage can. But, not my Mom. Oh, no-she was 
always borrowing things from the next door neighbor, and one day she lent me 
to her permanently. When Mom never showed, they caught on fast. After ten 
years of waiting, they finally thought I should be adopted and they went to 
court and gave me their name." 

"That was awful nice of them, wasn't it?" I mused, thinking how strange and 
tragic life can be for some unfortunate victims of circumstance like 
Wayne-and me. 

"Yes and no," he said quietly. "You see there were a few complications. Mom 
and Dad were poor-dirt poor, and even as a kid I never had enough to eat-" 

As Wayne thought about it, I could see it bothered him. "Why don't we have a 
nightcap?" I smiled, "I think we both could use one." 

"All right," he agreed, and got up and went over to the dresser and picked 
up the bottle and poured some for both of us. He came back and handed me my 
glass and I slowly sipped and listened to him. 

"Well, I decided I was going to find some work so I could eat. It was as 
simple at that! I knew an old widow lady-I thought she was old anyway-she 
was about thirty eight and I was fourteen years of age. I began working for 
her. She had a big apartment house, and a treatment room. She asked me if I 
could rub her back." 

"And so?" 

"And so I was introduced to the beautiful pleasures of fucking-a fourteen 
year old orphan and a thirty eight year old widow. Oh, she was cagey how she 
went about it. She said her back was giving her a lot of trouble. Never 
mentioning that it really was her reverse side that was giving her all her 
agony. In reality, it was her cunt of course, and she wanted me to take care 
of it." 

"How did she go about getting you involved?" I asked, somehow curious about 
her technique. I felt like a mixed-up molester myself having gotten involved 
with my son as I had. So, I asked him, "Did you say, 'Shove it in me' or 
what?" 

"Nothing so blunt," Wayne smiled, finishing his drink and stepping over to 
the dresser to pour himself another one. "Oh, no-not her!" 

"Tell me-now you've got me curious!" 

"She said her late husband Doc used to take care of her back problems. And 
that was my clue. She had this big old treatment room where her late husband 
who used to give massage and that kind of stuff worked. Anyway, she told me 
if I'd undress and get up there on the treatment room table she'd 
illustrate." 

"That's a panic," I chuckled, "That old chick knew what she was doing." 

"It was awful," Wayne said seriously, "If there's one thing I loathe, it's a 
molester. They're no fuckin' good!" He said it so intensely, glaring out the 
window into the dark night-that I frankly wondered if he wouldn't burst a 
blood vessel in recounting it to me. Then, he went on. 

"When she had me stripped all bare ass naked and nice, she ups and says, 
'Take a shower first-I always have to have anybody I massage clean their 
bodies off-and of course I went along with it. I stepped into the shower, 
and she watched me like a hawk. I felt edgy. My horny old prick stood on 
end, and I thought I detected a sly smile, as she looked at me, but I could 
never be sure. I got up on the treatment room table, once I'd finished 
showering and drying off. She sat on the edge of the table and began 
massaging. 'The back is the switchboard of the body', she began 
illustrating, using her fingertips as she pressed down on the nerves up and 
down my spinal column. I'll admit she had a good knowledge of massage and 
was doing a real good job for me and I almost thought she was on the up and 
up. But-" Wayne paused, and I waited for him to continue. 

Breaking the tense silence, I asked him, "But what?" 

"But then she let me know what she wanted-and how she let me know. She got 
her finger tips down in my anus, and started pressing on my prostate gland. 
That really excited me, let me tell you. So, I just let her feel around back 
of my balls, and the more she pressed me there-the harder I got. Finally, 
she said huskily, 'Turn over!' and I turned over, big dick and all. She just 
looked at it in awe and surprise. For a fourteen year old kid, I was really 
well hung. Of course I was nearing fifteen so I shouldn't say fourteen. 
Anyway, she began massaging my chest, her eyes dartjng down now and then to 
my penis. Finally, she said, 'Do you masturbate?' and I nodded. 'Nothing 
wrong with that,' she declared nonchalantly. 'I don't think there is,' I 
said matter-of-factly. 'A guy's got to shoot his wad somehow!' Then, she 
pulled her smooth trickery to get what she wanted, 'I suppose the people in 
this town would tar and feather me if I helped you get your penis off, but I 
don't think it would be wrong if I used my hand on it to help you. It's 
perfectly obvious you've got to get it off someway!' I nodded. By this time 
my balls were in such an uproar, I didn't dare delay or do anything, but 
hope against fate, she'd take care of me. And, she didn't disappoint me. 
Hey, you want another drink?" 

"I could use one," I chuckled, "You've sure got a purple past, haven't you, 
baby?" 

"I have," he nodded, still smiling as he took my glass and went over to the 
dresser. 

When he seated himself in his chair, he continued. "After she had pulled on 
my prick and massaged my old balls and I thought I'd pop my nuts it felt 
that good. Finally, she looked at it real strange like and then all of a 
sudden, she bent over and began sucking on its head." 

"What did you do then?" I smiled. 

"Throat-fucked the old molester," he grinned, "what do you expect any hard 
cocked sixteen year old would do?" 

We both laughed, and then he went on. 

"She had a way of sucking head like nobody I ever seen. I suspect she blew 
most of her male patients at her place, and that's how she kept her 
treatment room business going. All I know is she gave me a cocksuck I'll 
never forget as long as I live." 

"And then?" 

"And then began our nice cozy association-a sixteen year old kid and a 
thirty-seven year old fucker. She took me on trips to nearby towns, and my 
poor parents didn't get wise. We'd check into separate rooms at motels, just 
to keep the record straight and then she'd sneak in and we'd fuck. I'll 
never forget all that woman taught me!" 

"What did she teach you?" 

"Pussy eating to perfection," he grinned, "Yeah, man-that oversexed woman 
wanted to get her cunt sucked all the time. She told me just how she wanted 
to do it. She liked to have me on my back, and then she'd crawl on top of me 
and shove her snatch in my face. Then, I'd grab onto her butt, and let my 
tongue flick out and lick her there. Don't think she didn't like that. Man, 
my tongue was eating inside her, she was in her glory." 

"And so that was how you began your pussy-eating career," I smiled at Wayne. 

"That was how it all began," he said quietly. "I went on to other women when 
I realized I had a big prick they liked to suck on, and liked me to fuck 
them with." 

"Whatever happened to the old chick who got you started?" I asked, curious 
to know her fate. 

"She's still carrying on with young boys. When I was back home last time, 
she had a teen age boy around her place-doing chores for her, she said. 
Needless to say, I knew that included cunt chores, as it always did with 
her." 

"Well, I'd better split for now. Now, how do we get together for our 
Saturday night setup?" 

"Meet me here," Wayne explained, "Oh, let's say around eight. That will give 
us plenty of time to get to the home where they're throwing the big party." 

"All right," I said, rising and going over to my clothes and getting 
dressed. When I was dressed, he pulled me to him, and kissed me. 

"Does that go along with every sex trip?" 

He chuckled, "Not everyone beautiful-but I enjoyed this ride a lot." 

"So did I," I assured him. Then, I turned and walked out the door. I went 
down the wide, thickly carpeted hallway and realized Wayne must have a 
pretty good thing going to live like this. 

When I got outside, I could have taken a taxi, but I wanted to walk. It was 
early morning now, and the moon was so bright it seemed like daytime. 

I'd love living here I thought. If I could only make enough money, perhaps I 
could. I wanted desperately to be able to get away from the cramped in 
feeling I had in our home environment. Here, we didn't know anybody and we 
could throw caution to the winds. 

I looked at the beach in the distance, and the moon shining on the sea 
appeared like silver. Then, I cast my glance toward the towering hotels, and 
their glimmering lights aglow told me other people were staying up till all 
hours. 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

When I got back to our hotel room, and turned the key in the door the sight 
that greeted my eyes was enough to make me jump out of my skin. There was 
Arthur with his face down in some cheap slut's snatch, and she was sucking 
on his big prick. A nice cozy sixty-nine session for Mama to come home to. I 
flipped out! 

"What in hell are you doing?" I demanded. 

Instead of being sorry, he shrieked, "What do you think? Now, beat it and 
let me finish sixty-nining, do you mind, Mom?" That did it. The word Mom so 
surprised and shocked the cheap cunt he was balling, she pulled her foul 
mouth off his dong, and her jaw hung loose. 

"Is that your Mom?" she gasped. 

"You'd better believe it," I told her, "And that-God forgive him is my son 
Arthur." 

"Well," she smiled, "How cozy, and you two share the same room-what is it, 
are you hung up on your own son, Mom-or are you some whoring divorcee who is 
on the loose for a young cock?" 

"I'm flattered, now beat it!" 

She got the point from the glare in my eyes and she got off my boy, and got 
her clothes on and stormed out of there. 

"Don't you ever let me catch you doing that again?" I said, angrily walking 
over to him and looking him in the eye for emphasis. 

"You don't have a padlock on my prick," he snapped angrily. "I found her, 
and just when I was ready to shoot my load-you have to walk in." 

"In the nick of time," I replied, reaching out and touching his now flaccid 
male member. 

"Don't touch me," he shrieked, "You good for nothing molester-you're not a 
decent Mom-why if people knew how cheap and rotten you were inside they'd 
hate you. Hate you! Do you hear me-they'd hate you, Mom!" 

I heard him, and I went numb. I knew now what he thought of me and I 
couldn't stand it. I felt pains in my chest, my head was spinning and I 
flopped down on the bed. 

My body was soon wracked with sobs, and Arthur realized he'd gone too far. 
He sat down on the bed beside me and put his hand comfortingly on my 
shoulder. 

"I'm sorry, Mom-honest-I'm sorry!" 

But my tears wouldn't cease. He'd cut me to the quick, and I thought I'd go 
out of my mind. Then, I felt him stroking my hear softly, and whispering, "I 
love you, Mom-please forgive me-I really do love you." 

He meant it too, and it touched me deeply that he cared so much he he would 
apologize for his horrible temper display. I touched his hand, and 
whispered, "I love you too, son-much too much!" 

"What do we care what they think?" he stammered, "All that really matters is 
what we think-isn't that right, Mom?" 

"Yes, yes, that's right," I said brokenly, "At last you've grown up-" 

Through tear-streaked eyes, I looked up at him, "Oh, son-I do love you so." 

"Tell me what you mean when you say you can see I've grown up," he insisted. 

Straightening up, I explained, "When you finally reach the point where you 
are so sure of yourself that you can do your thing without worrying about 
what this one will think or that one will think-you are a man!" 

"I am a man," he smiled proudly. "If we dig each other, so what?" 

"That's how I feel," I said softly, and glancing down at his handsome penis, 
I wished he'd allow me to suck on it for him, satisfying his sexual needs. 

He picked this glance up instantly. 

Reaching down to stroke himself until he began to harden, he asked with a 
boyish smile, "You can have this if you want it, Mom." 

"I want it," I assured him, reaching over and replacing his pumping hand 
with motions of my own. As I felt him spring to life again, I knew how 
wonderful Arthur really was. I felt compelled to offer as much to him as the 
girl he'd managed to con into fucking for free because I'd not given him any 
money. I got on the bed, and began undressing. 

"Good," he exclaimed, "We can have sex together!" 

"You need it, don't you?" 

Arthur nodded, and grinned. 

"Then you shall have it, and in spades." 

Once I was undressed, I was ready to roll. I lay on the bed, and stretched 
my legs out, and spread, massaging my vagina suggestively. It didn't take 
Arthur long to understand what I had in mind. That kid was always a 
quick-learner. 

"Let's sixty-nine," I smiled, "only let's make it a real sixty-nine, 
including a hot ass suck." 

"Why not?" he smiled, opening his mouth and wiggling his tongue teasingly. 
He lifted one leg, and buried his face in my buttocks and started slowly 
licking. I loved the feel of it when he let his tongue slide all around my 
anus. Now, I was doing the same thing to him. Lifting his leg, I got my 
tongue licking around the crack in his ass, and then he spread his leg, 
granting me easy access to his anus. I licked lovingly all around his tight 
anus, suddenly letting my tongue slip up his hot behind. As we both 
tongue-fucked each other he manipulated my vagina with his fingers, and I 
pulled on his penis with my hand. It was a good way to enjoy sex together. 

But we couldn't continue like this for long as it was far too exciting. He 
would shoot any moment if I didn't apply my mouth to the head of his penis 
and start sucking. I got my mouth on it, and he drove it with hard, 
thrusting movements. I felt the head of it touching the back of my throat, 
and I trembled with passion and excitement. 

"That's it," he panted, "Suck my cock. Ohhh, Moma, suck me good!" 

Massaging his balls gently with one hand, grasping his prick with the other, 
and sliding up and down its saliva-slickened surface made it enormously 
exciting. 

Then he got his face even with my vagina and started licking. His tongue 
shot out, and he licked along the slit, finally stabbing it in and out. 

"Suck my cunt," I cried out, "Suck it-ohhh, ahhh, yes, yes, suck me, 
son-suck me!" 

Having taken a momentary break from sucking his prick, I went back to it. He 
thrust it inside me savagely, and as he throat fucked me, he tongue fucked 
my cunt at the same time. Together, we were building to a wild tempo. 

Finally, the ecstasy built to fever-pitch, and we could stand it no longer. 
Right on target I gushed, and he came. The taste of his hot, creamy cum 
drove me up the wall again. Nobody ever tasted as good to me as Arthur, and 
I think he felt the same thing about me, for his tongue lapped up my pussy 
juices eagerly. 

We pulled away from each other, and laughed. 

"You were beautiful, Mom," he smiled, "You know something?" 

"No, baby, I don't know anything," I giggled. 

"Well, I tell you, and this is the truth-that little chick who was blowing 
me when you came in-well, you got her beat hands down in the blow-job 
department." 

"Thanks, thanks," I laughed, and how I wanted to tell him he topped Wayne 
for pussy eating, and pussy eating was almost his profession. But, I knew 
better than to divulge anything like that. My sex life on the side had to be 
kept secret from him if I expected him to be loyal to me. 

I was tired now, and needed a good sleep so I went to bed. Wayne had given 
me such a good fucking, I really could have gone to sleep the moment I came 
in the house. But I knew Arthur had to have some action too, after I broke 
up his little sex party. 

"Mom," Arthur said, just as I was drifting off to sleep. "Maybe, Mom-we 
could stay here. I like Hawaii and I wish I could live here all the time." 

"Maybe we can, luv," I said softly as I slipped off to sleep at last. 

I didn't know a thing until the following afternoon. Arthur had gotten up 
and gone down to breakfast of all things, had gone swimming on the beach at 
Waikiki, come back for lunch and at four o'clock roused me. 

"Wake up, Mom, wake up," he insisted, giving me a good shaking. 

"What?" I asked him, "What's up?" 

"Nothing," he smiled, "but you've been sleeping all day." 

"Havel?" 

"Yes, you have. I've had breakfast, and lunch and a good swim in the ocean-" 

"Great," I smiled," And now we'll have dinner together tonight." 

I got out of bed, and looked at myself in the mirror. I didn't look bad 
considering all the drinking and fucking I'd had the night before. 

I got dressed and Arthur wore his white sport coat I bought for him. 

"Don't we look sharp?" I smiled at him, as I saw how his great suntan 
blended with the white sport coat. 

"You shouldn't flatter me, Mom," he chuckled, "I might get the big head." 

"You've got a real big head, haven't you?" I smiled. 

"You know it," he replied. 

When we stepped out into the hall, I saw all the other parents with their 
children. I couldn't help but think how different their relationships with 
their children probably were. Then the idea flashed through my mind. Maybe, 
some of these people are doing the same thing-wouldn't that be a riot? 

We took a taxi to a beach front hotel, and sat outside under lush, tropical 
palm trees. The only illumination was from the full moon, and the Tiki 
torches set out on all sides of the place. 

"This is a groovy place," Arthur said, glancing about approvingly. 

"It is nice, isn't it?" I smiled. 

We ordered, and I insisted he get whatever he wanted. He did too. The 
pineapple, and strawberry fruit salad, a huge steak, and then he wanted to 
taste my liquor. 

"I don't know as I should let you drink at your age," I whispered. 

"Ah, Mom, you've fucked with me-what are a few drinks one way or the other?" 

I moved my drink over to him, and couldn't force a smile. It seemed I always 
had to be reminded Arthur was after all my son, and a minor. His father 
would kill me in cold blood if he knew the two of us were carrying on. Funny 
I should think of him appearing after he'd disappeared so many years ago, 
but I guess it was just my guilty conscience bothering me. 

"Mmmmm-that tastes groovy," he smiled. 

"I'm glad you like it," I said, "but those sweet tropical drinks sneak up on 
you, son-so stop now." 

He didn't order another as I knew he intended to do, and I felt relieved to 
know I could talk some sense into his head. After dinner, we went for a walk 
along the beach and listened to the sound of the surf. The bay front was 
beautiful, with its line of magnificent hotels stretching out in a beautiful 
arc. 

"Do you really think we could live here, Mom?" 

"I think there's a very good chance," I said, "It all depends on-" I 
stopped. I didn't dare tell him the truth about what our stay in Hawaii 
really depended on-my skill at hustling. I had to think of something fast. 

"Depends on what?" he insisted, curious to know what stood between us living 
permanently in the island paradise. 

"It depends on whether or not we can afford it," I said quietly. "If I can 
find work-" 

The intrusive sound of the cars whizzing by on the boulevard fronting the 
beach was the only thing that spoiled the beautiful sound of the sea, 
splashing against the sand as it came rolling in. 

"What can you do?" Arthur asked at last, the very question I hoped he 
wouldn't bother to ask. 

"That is a good question," I chuckled, "But I'll find out when I go to an 
Employment Bureau-" 

"But don't you tell them what you can dothey can't tell you-" 

"Of course, of course," I said, "I guess I'm not thinking straight." 

"I guess not," he replied warily. 

 CHAPTER SIX 

When Saturday night came I had it all figured out. There was a Rock Festival 
Arthur wanted to attend. I told him simply, "Baby, I don't want to miss 
it-but it really is something you'd enjoy more than me and we must watch our 
money." 

"Oh, Mom," he said quickly, "We don't have to spend the money-" 

"No, no, I want you to go," I insisted. "And I may take a bay cruise-so if 
I'm not home the moment you are don't worry." 

"All right," he agreed, and he kissed me passionately good-bye. I felt 
almost like having sex with him then and there and saying good-bye to Wayne 
and his orgy action. 

But, I knew I desperately needed the money and Arthur and I could make it 
Sunday morning after we both got some rest. I gave him the money for the 
show and then I got into the bathtub and took a slow, relaxing bath. The hot 
water did relax me and I had a chance to think. Here we were in Hawaii, and 
the weather was so perfect, as well as the clear ocean waters, that I 
determined I wouldn't leave here. Why should I? It offered me everything I 
could ever ask for, and the important thing was that I find some income. 
Wayne wasn't a bad sort of fellow, and I did enjoy balling with him. The 
only thing that bothered me, quite frankly, was the kind of men I'd meet at 
the orgy. 

After I finished taking my bath, I stepped into the shower and enjoyed the 
cool water as it poured over my body. Then, I applied some lime bath splash. 
I wore my white mini-skirted dress, and one small diamond clip to give me 
some class. Then, I chuckled to myself. Why bother? They won't be looking at 
me with my clothes on. 

But, dressing did help elicit a good response from Wayne. When I showed up 
at his place, he smiled at me and said, "Don't you look great?" 

"Thanks, honey," I said, kissing him affectionately, and the moment I 
stepped into his place I noticed everything was in order. He even packed a 
small satchel and I wondered what it was for. 

"Hey, are we taking that long a trip?" 

"No," he chuckled, "I just carry a few extra things with me so that I'll be 
ready to add a little variety to our sex show." 

"That's nice," I chuckled. 

"I think it is," he nodded. 

Then, without further delay, he said, glancing at his watch, "It's time we 
split-they'll be wondering where we are if we don't get there fast." 

"I'm ready to roll-" 

"In the hay?" he teased, as he picked up the small black satchel, and then 
we went out the door, down the hall and out onto the bustling palm lined 
boulevard where he hailed a cab. It didn't take the driver long to climb the 
nearby mountain, and circle around a small street and drop us off. At the 
gate, a young dark-skinned Hawaiian boy was waiting. 

"Hi," I smiled. 

"Hi," the young man said, "You are?" 

"I'm Wayne and this is Valerie," he announced, "and we're the entertainment 
package for tonight." 

"That's nice," the young man nodded, and grinned. He opened the gate and we 
walked up the long circle drive to the front door. Then, we went into the 
beautiful residence. I was impressed with the white marble foyer, and the 
white fuck rug covering and sunken living room. The sliding glass doors 
looked out on the pool beyond. We were greeted by the host, Brad Parkinson. 

"Hi," Brad grinned, when I was introduced. "Hello," I smiled. 

"Well, we're all ready for you two," he grinned, "Just go on upstairs to the 
bedroom and get ready-" 

"Fine, we'll be down in a few minutes." 

We went up to the bedroom on the second floor, and I began undressing and so 
did Wayne. I got a better look at Wayne now and I could see he was a trim, 
well-muscled athletic man. He had obviously taken very good care of himself, 
and no doubt this helped him in his business-the body and sex business. 

When I slid out of my panties, and unfastened my bra, and let my bosoms jut 
out, his eyes nearly popped out. 

"You've sure got a nice set of knockers on you," he smiled, "Mind if I suck 
on them before we go downstairs." 

"No, luv-not if you want to." 

We went over to the bed and I stretched out, and he got on top of me and 
started licking away at my titties. Just then, Brad opened the door, and 
chuckled, "Save it for downstairs-" 

"Just when I was getting worked up," Wayne complained. 

"We don't pay you to ball in private," Brad reminded him. Then, he 
reluctantly got up off the bed, and Brad gave me the old sex inspection 
treatment. 

"What have we here?" he smiled, "A neat little sex package, I wouldn't mind 
balling myself-later." 

We went downstairs with Brad leading us, and then he pointed to a mattress 
placed in the center of the room, bathed in a soft-focus blue light. 

"Go to it," Brad smiled, and I quickly understood what was to be expected of 
us. 

I lay on my back, and immediately Wayne went to work, if you want to call it 
that. His tongue slid over my erect nipples, and soon he was making a tongue 
trail to my snatch. The men crowded around, like a bunch of dirty-minded 
young boys, and with their penises hard, stroked them and watched. 

"Go man, go," one man enthused, and then the others chorused the same thing. 
Soon, Wayne's tongue was thrusting inside me and I loved the feel of it 
whipping around my clit. Pushing myself up to meet his jabbing tongue. I 
reached down and let my fingers glide through his hair as he did me. He did 
have a way with his tongue that was driving me up the wall. I loved it best 
of all when he focused his action on my clitoris. I couldn't take much of 
this action without coming. 

And that was precisely what he was attempting to do. As the passions built 
within me, I wiggled my body, and Wayne knew how to add excitement to the 
act. His hands reached up and he began grasping my breasts, pinching my 
nipples with his fingers. 

"Suck it," I gasped, "eat my pussy-eat it, you dirty cunt eater," I called 
out. I figured this would give some of the dirty old men their kicks, and it 
sure did. 

"That's it, baby doll, the tongue what to do!" Brad chuckled. 

But, it couldn't last like this for long. My juices gushed, and he licked me 
eagerly, sucking, eating, devouring me. 

"Oh, yes, pussy-eater, eat it-eat it up!" 

Wayne's hot tongue lashed around inside my vagina, licking me and savoring 
my love juices. I enjoyed this fucker. I had to hand it to him for his 
talented tongue. When he'd finished, I suddenly saw the black satchel 
nearby. Apparently, Brad had brought it along, and placed it there. No 
sooner had he pulled off my pussy, that he moved over to it, opened it, and 
then I saw a dildo and straps. 

"What's that for?" I asked aloud. 

The men nearby heard this and one chuckled, "You'll find out innocent!" 
Wayne smiled, "Honey, it's a groovy way of fucking! Just strap it on and 
I'll show you what we'll do." 

I stood up and strapped the silly thing on. Don't think I didn't feel 
ridiculous standing there with a big prick sticking out from me. 

Then, Brad got down on the bed and threw his legs up at wide angles, and 
said, "Come on, luv-fuck me!" 

"Anytime," I smiled, and I got down there, and I'll admit I did feel funny 
with the prick on me, instead of him poised with his penis ready to plunge 
up me. I moved forward, and Wayne reached for a jar of vaseline, and said, 
"Here, honey, get my ass ready-and use a little on the cock-okay?" 

"Okay," I smiled, and the men all watched the performance enthusiastically 
commenting. I applied some of the vasline to his anus, and then some to my 
dildo. I moved forward, driving it up his anus. 

"Ohhh, that feels good," he groaned, "Yes, fuck me!" I thrust forward, and 
jabbed it all the way up his ass-hole, and the men applauded. And then, the 
wildest thing happened. One well loaded man got on the bed behind me and 
called out, "I'll give her an ass suck while she fucks his ass-hole." 

And sure enough he did too. He let his tongue lash around my anus, suddenly 
stiffening and soon he was tongue-fucking my behind, while I rammed it up 
Wayne's quivering ass-hole. 

"How do you like getting fucked?" 

"Nice," Wayne said, gritting his teeth, "That's a mean dildo, you're 
driving, honey!" 

"I try," I grinned, and continued thrusting up his ass-hole. To my surprise, 
I found myself deriving a kind of weirdo sexual satisfaction from doing it. 
I was now able to have some idea of what my male counterpart derived from 
driving his dick up me, and it wasn't bad at all. 

But what really surprised me was how much I enjoyed having my ass 
tongue-fucked while I was doing my thing with the dildo. 

"Fuck it," he blurted, "Ram it up there, and fuck me!" I drove it in up to 
the hilt, and he wiggled, and suddenly I realized he was enjoying it 
completely. Reaching down, he grasped his now rock-hard cock and began 
jacking-off. 

The look on his face told me how much he was deriving from our contact. 

"Yes, yes,-ohhhh, hot baby," he blurted, "Fuck it! Fuck my ass-hole!" 

With a few more good hard thrusts, he kept his hand moving quicker, and soon 
he was able to get it off. The hot sperm spurted all over my titties, and 
the men applauded. 

"Oh, Wow!" one man exclaimed, and another enthused, "We ought to make him 
lick his own cum off her titties-wouldn't that be terrific." 

"Go ahead," Brad insisted, "Eat your cum Wayne baby!" Uninhibited, and eager 
to please, Wayne went to work and began lapping up the white sticky stuff 
off my titties, and you know it made me feel good to watch him doing it. If 
he could, make me slip into a dildo, like some far-out fucking Lez, why not 
make him eat his own cum? Served him right. Then, the man who was eating my 
ass out, pulled his tongue out of my ass-hole, and Wayne finished devouring 
his own juices. After that, I got off the bed for a breather. Brad told his 
in a loud whisper, "Good work, kiddies-now go back to your playpen upstairs 
and I'll let you know when I want you down again." 

We went upstairs, amidst a storm of applause and I'll admit I felt some 
pride over my achievement. We had managed to entertain them, and I'd 
succeeded in donning a dildo and doing something that if anybody had ever 
told me I would do, I would have called him a liar to his face. 

When we were alone in the bedroom, I slid out of the dildo, and decided it 
might be good to take a relaxing shower, dried off and went back to the 
bedroom and lay down on the bed. Wayne was stretched out and asleep. As I 
looked at him sleeping I noticed how much he resembled a little boy-a bad 
little boy. I like him very much, and wished he could find something else 
whereby he might earn his living. 

Sure, the money was good. But, what a way to make a living. I could hear all 
the noisy, drinking rich fat cats from the states. They had what they 
wanted-booze, dirty sex shows, and when they could share their vices 
together, it strengthened them in their conviction that it wasn't vice, but 
just a good time. 

But, then I focused my mind on myself. Was I any better? I had my hang-up. 
And it was sex with my own son! This wouldn't be easy to stomach even for 
these hard-nosed fuckers. I had to admit that one's own vice apparently 
appears like something most beautiful and desirable, while the other 
person's vices appear like vices. The mind plays tricks, I had to admit, and 
the tricks mine was playing with me-were fastening me in chains of my own 
construction. 

As I heard the music blaring downstairs, I wished I could run naked down the 
staircase and shout, "Stop, you fuckers stop-don't you know you're just a 
bunch of dirty old men!" 

But, well I knew what would happen if the truth were told. My single shout 
would be lost in their shrieking voices crying, "Go after hergo after her. 
She fucks her son. Beat the living shit out of her-the bitch!" 

It was almost as if I could hear these terrible things being cried out to 
me, and I thought I'd be driven up the wall if I didn't get my mind on 
something else. Sex, sex, sex-it was crowding me, Yet, I couldn't escape it. 
Then, a terrible thought troubled me-what in hell is Arthur doing tonight? 
Sure, he said he was going to a Rock Show, but if he found some older dame 
who has her eyes focused on fucking young men, he'd be in bed balling at 
some swanky Hawaiian hotel. This cut me, I did love him, and he belonged to 
me. 

Of course, it was my warped mind that felt this way, and I couldn't find 
anyone who'd agree with me. But just the same, I stood alone, in my own 
torture chamber and felt righteous wrath at the awful thought of my son 
doing it with anybody but me. I had first rights to Arthur. I raised him, 
when it would have been so much easier to ship him out and let somebody else 
take care of him. But, this I'd never do. And perhaps it was being too much 
alone with him when he was a baby. I'd looked at his little fingertip size 
penis, little realizing that someday I'd be hot to trot. 

If somebody had stood beside me over his baby bath, and said, 
"Someday-you'll have sex with him" I would have turned and called them a 
goddam liar. But, if I could have seen the future in a flash and caught the 
picture of Arthur and me hot at it, then I would have known beforehand the 
depths I would slip into. And I might have spared both Arthur and myself the 
torture I now knew. I could have simply taken enough sleeping pills to grant 
me the release of the big sleep. But, now I didn't want to die. I wanted to 
live, and to live meant to love, and to love meant Arthur. 

 CHAPTER SEVEN 

Sometime later, I don't know how long, the host returned to our bedroom and 
woke up both up. 

"Ready for the next performance," he smiled. 

"How long does this go on?" I insisted on knowing. 

"Not much longer," he replied. 

"That isn't answering my question, is it?" 

We went back to the living room, and once again the blue light bathed the 
mattress in the center of the room in its soft glow. 

Wayne and I got in the middle of the room, and then I discovered what the 
next performance was when Brad explained it to the assembled guests of his 
sex soir'e. 

"Men, you can ask the young lady to do anything you want to her lover. This 
is your chance to improvise sex." 

"Good, honey-suck his toes." 

Toes, I thought. Whoever heard of sucking toes. But the order had been 
given, and it was expected that I would go down on Wayne's toes and suck. I 
only hoped that Wayne had washed his feet. He had rather large toes, and I 
knew I'd have to suck on them one at a time. I gripped his foot in my hand 
and let my mouth slip over his big toe. Then, I started sucking. Wayne began 
laughing, and I could tell it by the way his foot wiggled in my hand. But I 
kept on sucking away. 

"She's a good toe sucker," one man enthused, "Now, move up honey and suck 
his nuts for us." 

When the big testicles were in front of me, I stared at them momentarily and 
then started licking them. I sucked them in my mouth and did it one at a 
time at first, and then one man insisted, "Take both balls in your mouth at 
the same time honey."' 

"And pump on his penis," another demanded. So, I sucked both of his 
testicles into my mouth at once, and as they began to swell as the 
stimulation increased, his penis also got very hard. Reaching up, I began 
jerking him off. 

The men were delighted with the performance, I could tell. Naked waiters 
passed among them with silver trays loaded with hors d'oeuvres, and drinks. 
Old Rome had nothing on this orgy. 

Then, I was told to release his prick, and let his balls slip out of my 
mouth. I proceeded to lick up his body, up to his chest. I lay on his chest 
and he pressed tightly to me. It felt good to feel my soft titties pressing 
down hard against his hairy chest. 

"You feel good, kitten," he whispered, and then his lips crushed down on 
mine. We began Frenching, and his hands reached down to grip my butt. Now, 
the men wanted me to mount him. 

"Do it from the top," one man insisted. I reached down, gripping his penis 
and slid it into me. Then, I rubbed his chest with my hands, and sure 
enough, Brad had to put his two cents in. 

"Hey, Wayne old boy-play with her titties, while you've got it in at this 
angle." 

I let my hands fall away from him, as Wayne reached up, gripping my titties 
and carrying on with our screw. 

"That's it," Brad smiled, "Now, you're really doing it right. Get the 
maximum my boy-yes, yes." 

But, we couldn't fuck like this for long as another man had another idea. 
"Why don't you fuck him backwards, baby?" he. demanded. So there was nothing 
for me to do but slide off his huge penis, and mount him from a backward 
angle. I got off, and flipped my body around and straddled him. He rested 
his arms on his elbows, and I reached down to grip his dick, and slide over 
it from a backward angle. 

"That's it, fucker," he gasped, when he began feeling what a really good 
angle this way of screwing was. I felt like a fuck animal, my boobs bouncing 
as I shoved back and forth with my bare butt facing him. 

"Now, get your face down and let him fuck up," another man suggested. 

So I bent over, letting my face touch the sheets. My ass was up in the air, 
and now Wayne got up and gripped my arms. It felt good to feel his strong 
arms on me, as he got his penis ready to thrust inside me. 

"Fuck it," I cried, "Ohhh, you're up there where nobody had ever been 
before," I panted, "Shove it to me! I want it all." 

I kept my ass churning. As long as I was screwing, I might as well do a good 
job of it for them. I think Wayne was flipping out now too, as he revved his 
engine up, and really hammered it home. 

"Fuck it," he blurted, "Fuck-fuck-fuck it baby, fuck it!" 

"Hey, don't get your gun off yet," one dirty old man chuckled, "try fucking 
her standing up." 

Then, he pulled out on cue. I really enjoyed having my fuck determined by 
what a ringside observer wanted and not the two principals. 

The men saw I was bothered by the delay in Wayne's getting his gun off, and 
this only added to their entertainment. So, I got to my feet, and Wayne got 
to his feet. Brad brought over a big black hassock. Then, He grabbed my 
legs, and pulled me up to a position where his dick was even with my snatch. 
His hands held my buttocks in place, and I reached up to grip his wrists. 

"How's that son of a gun fucker?" one man enthused. "He knows all the 
angles." 

I think Wayne was proud of his fucking prowess. If there was a way to 
screw-he knew it, and knew it well. 

Then, I felt him sliding in me. It felt fantastic to feel his huge, driving 
penis thrusting inside my vagina. I gripped it tightly, and kept on pushing 
my pelvis up to meet his cock-thrust. 

"Ahhh, ohhh, yes, yes, fuck, fuck, fuck it," he blurted, as the passion 
built within his loins. It was an exciting way for us to fuck, and I only 
wished we could do it in private without all those eyes watching. I felt 
funny with my head leaning back, and all the blood rushing to my head, as he 
drove it to me with my cunt up angled in the air. 

"Grip her ass and massage it while you fuck her," Brad suggested huskily, 
obviously getting turned on with the whole performance. 

But, once again, Wayne and I were not allowed to achieve a climax. The men 
were thirsty for more variety. 

About that time, Brad came over with a small round table. I wondered what on 
earth that was for. But, I wasn't allowed to wonder for long. He soon placed 
a sheet on top of it, and then explained, "Now, baby, you bend over the 
table, and let big stud Wayne shove it to you from behind!" 

"All right," I smiled, ready to clobber them all for what they were putting 
me through. Wayne spit in his hand, and applied some of his own spit to his 
penis. Then, he spit in his hand again, and used some to rub around my tight 
anus. It didn't feel good when he began sliding his dick into me. I felt 
like backing out of the whole deal at that point. Why should I knock myself 
out for a lousy hundred bucks. 

Just when that thought was cementing itself in my mind, I felt the hard, 
driving thrust of Wayne's prick passing through my tight anal ring. 

"Ugh!" I groaned in terror, as I felt him ramming it all in. The men 
apparently were immune to my pain for they applauded like they were losing 
their minds, and Brad whacked Wayne on his bare butt with the backside of 
his hand. 

"That's it-fuck," he declared. And I threw my ass in gear and let him ride 
me. 

"Now, you're groving," he groaned, "Ahhh, yes, fuck, fuck it-ohhhhhh, 
ahhhhhhh, fuck, fuck, fuck!" 

The balls jiggled against my buttocks as he rammed it to me good. 

"Churn your fuckin' ass around, baby doll," he smiled, as he stabbed my 
ass-hole, and went on hammering it home. 

I wiggled my ass to his cock thrusts, determined to make him follow my lead. 
As I swung to the right, his pecker jabbed to the left. By varying the 
movements of my ass, I was bringing new excitement to the act. 

"That's it, baby," he panted, "keep your ass in motion." 

"Fuck-fuck-fuck it, ohhhh, baby, fuck!" 

The pace of his cock thrusts was driving me up the wall. I didn't know how 
he could keep stabbing it up there, and not get his gun off. I guess it was 
training. He knew the men liked to watch it a certain way, and he'd 
determined he would do it that way. 

"Now, grab it, and churn it," he panted, "Ahhh, yes-fuck fuck it off, baby, 
fuck it off!" 

The tempo of our fuck increased, and the wild thrusting continued, and he 
bent over, and I felt his chest touching my back. I liked the warm tight 
feel of his strong, muscular body pressing against mine. What I particularly 
liked was the feel of his hands grasping my titties, pinching the nipples 
excitedly. 

"Now, you're screwin', " he gasped, ramming it all the way up there. Grab 
it, faster, fucker, faster! Ohhhh, yes, that's it. That's it, baby-it won't 
be much longer now. Ohhh, ahhh, fuck-fuck-Fuck it off!" 

The hot cum exploded in my ass-hole, and his fingers pinched my erect 
nipples unmercifully, as he splashed his sperm inside me. 

The men applauded, and in all the commotion Wayne pulled his pecker-meat out 
of me so swiftly it hurt like the devil. 

"Hey, baby, you're killing me," I told him, giving him a sound reprimand so 
he'd never do that again. The men caught all this and gales of laughter 
swept the room. Then, I saw Brad walking toward me with a big dog on a 
leash. I flipped out when I saw the dog, as I knew very well what was 
intended. And I didn't have any mind to fucking any damned animals. The male 
animal was enough for me. 

This horny male dog, came toward me sniffing at my snatch. No doubt he was 
trained to lick pussy juice, and when he smelled my special brand was going 
out of his gourd. 

"Meet, Napoleon," Brad smiled, "He loves you!" 

"I can tell-" I said, shaking with embarrassment, and rage, yet unable to 
tell him where to head in at the risk of losing out on a money-making 
opportunity, which would allow me my beautiful son Arthur to live 
together-in sin, I suppose for look at the lengths I was driven to-just to 
hang on hard. 

Then, Brad suggested, "Why don't you let him table fuck you?" 

"What?" I asked, not quite sure of what Brad meant. 

"You know, honey-do it on the table just like you've done before. Don't play 
innocent with me, fucker." 

"Of course," I giggled, going along with the act, but becoming more enraged 
by the moment. 

Then, I spread my legs for Napoleon, and I'd swear the big, and not so dumb 
animal, seemed to be smiling down at me. 

I thought I'd give them a dog fuck they'd never forget, and I went into my 
act. 

I spread for Napoleon, and he put his paws in place on my shoulders. 
Reaching down I grabbed his tremendous sized tool and felt him sliding into 
me. 

"How's that?" I demanded, glancing off at Brad who was standing by with an 
enormous erection of his own. "Doesn't Napoleon really know how to go to 
it?" 

"You bet that old boy does," Brad chuckled, "Yes, yes-watch that dog go, 
man, go-" 

It didn't take old Napoleon long to get his penis shoving smoothly in and 
out. And it was glaringly apparent to me, the old boy had been trained to 
look at his audience, with his tongue hanging out, for all the world giving 
the appearance of laughing at his audience. And, after all-why shouldn't he? 
Wasn't he the one who was getting the fuck? They were just watching. So, the 
dog in reality was having the last laugh-and a mighty good fucking too, if I 
do say so myself. 

"That's it, Napoleon," I cried, throwing my head from side to side, feigning 
great erotic lust, as if the dog's big tool was driving me frantically up 
the walls. 

"Give it to her, fucker," one man cried out to the dog, and Napoleon shot a 
knowing glance his way and wagged his tail. I felt sure, he never could pick 
up on the comical responses such as wagging his tail and all unless some 
training had gone into his perfectly fantastic performance. 

"Ohhh, baby, fuck me, fuck me," I moaned, and the wild thrusts of the dog 
continued until I felt myself bathed in a heavy load of dog-cum. Gripping 
his tool with my cunt muscles, I milked him. 

"How's that Napoleon, old boy?" I grinned up' at him, triumphant and proud 
of my accomplishment. The dog kept shoving, as if he wanted to make it last. 

"He wants seconds," Brad smiled. 

"Napoleon is a better fucker than all you cats put together," I chuckled. 

"Then you should pay us, and we shouldn't pay you," Brad replied. 

I made no further comment. I couldn't afford to. Napoleon, finishing, pulled 
his huge dick out of me. I was so thankful that he could pull the dripping 
joint of my snatch, for I needed something to drink. As long as I was 
stoned, I really didn't mind the wild sex orgy too much. But, if reality 
ever crept back to dissipate my illusion, I felt godawful! 

"I need a drink," I said softly, when the dog had been led away. One man 
gripped his penis, and I nearly clobbered him. 

"Want a golden shower?" he smiled. 

"Not now," I laughed, "I'm thirsty for something tall and frosty and cool." 

"My prick is tall and cool-but not frosty," one young man smiled, as he 
displayed his penis proudly before me. Together, Wayne and I walked out of 
the living room, down the hall and up the stairs to the bedroom. When we 
were alone, Wayne said, "Baby, you are a real trouper. A lot of females 
chicken out when the heat's on at an orgy-you stayed right in there, fucking 
up a storm and making the dirty old men flip their wigs. Congratulations." 

Wrapping his arms, around me, he kissed me tenderly. Looking into my eyes, 
he said earnestly, "Honest to god, I hate this as much as you do-but once 
you get caught in the trap and see how much money you earn, and all you have 
to do is fuck-you go right on screwing." 

"I know," I said, "Sex becomes a whirlpool, and you're sucked into it. It is 
very sad, but that's life." 

 CHAPTER EIGHT 

A moment or two later, Brad stepped in with a naked male servant who carried 
a silver tray loaded with drinks and food. He placed it on a tray rack, near 
a small circular table in the corner. Then, he poured us both some 
champagne, and Brad came over to Wayne, and smiled, "You both have done a 
bang-up job, and I want you to enjoy yourself." 

"Is it over?" I asked, curious to know if this was the final signature of 
Brad or just a device whereby he could fuel us up for more fucking. 

The food was delicious. I always like cold white meat of turkey, and fresh 
ham is tasty. But what amazed me was the delicious tropical fruit salad. The 
various fruits of the island had been blended into about the most delectable 
dessert dish I've ever had in all my life. It was topped with whipped cream, 
which didn't help my waist line. All this fabulous food was such a 
temptation. I had to think of remaining attractive for Arthur if I wanted to 
constantly intrigue him-and I definitely did. 

When it was over, I walked over to the bed and lay down and got some more 
rest. Wayne joined me and he took a snooze too, but once more we were 
awakened when Brad walked into the room, a big smile on his face. 

"Ready," he grinned, "We're ready to proceed with our little party 
festivities." 

"That's nice," I nodded, but I really didn't think it was nice at all. 

Then, we both went back downstairs and joined the men in the orgy. I flipped 
when I saw them all sitting around the mattress on all sides. They were on 
their haunches and jacking off slowly to the strange jungle beat rhythm that 
was playing. 

"What's that?" I demanded. 

"African fertility music," Brad explained, "When the Africans are getting 
ready to introduce the young warriors of the tribe into the fine art of 
fucking-they put this drum-beat music on and the natives blow their mind!" 

"I see," I smiled, at the men who were using the fertility drum beat to 
obtain their kicks jacking off in a group 

"Now, what are we expected to do?" I demanded. 

"You begin with giving your lover a good cocksuck, and then you go around 
the four corners of the bed sucking all the pricks-how does that grab you?" 

"Right here," I smiled, patting my stomach with my hand, and then proceeding 
to start the sucking action on Wayne's big dick. He got up on his knees, in 
the same position the men were, and said, "Come on honey, give me a good 
cock-suck!" I reluctantly went over to him, anxious to finish off all the 
men there so I could get my bread and go home. I'd sure earned it with all 
the action they'd expected of me. 

It didn't take long for me to grip his dong and slide it in my mouth. 
Frankly, I was trying to rush through it as I'd become impatient with the 
whole proceedings. I supposed Brad would make me slow down. He came close 
by, almost as if he was supervising my suck. 

Wayne reached out, and gripped my head and held me there as he began 
thrusting himself. 

I really liked the feel of his big, thick prick as he slid it to me. 

"Eat it," he panted, as he pushed it to me. "Eat my dong, lover-yes, that's 
it-play with the balls while you suck on it." 

My hand reached down and I massaged his testicles while I continued sucking. 
Then, I decided to grip his firm, round globes and suck savagely, and finish 
him off. My mouth fastened to his penis, and I went back and forth, sucking 
hard on him. 

"Ohhh, baby, that's it," he blurted, "Suck my mainstem-suck it-ohhh, ahhh, 
yes, suck my joint!" 

As his passion built, he began shooting a little load, but the big load was 
yet to come and that was what I was waiting for. 

"Suck it," he panted, "Yes, right-on, baby, now you're grovin' ohhh, ahhh, 
yes-faster-suck it, honey!" 

By sliding my mouth faster and faster on his big old prick, I knew I'd get 
him there, and fast. Grasping his buttocks firmly, massaging them, kneading 
them, I finally felt him exploding in my mouth. The taste of his cum drove 
me out of my mind, and I gulped his juices. Wayne did have a good pair of 
balls, and they produced delicious loads of sperm for me to suck out of his 
dick. But, these other cocks pointing at me didn't tempt me. As a 
matter-of-fact, I didn't think I could go through with it. I hung on Wayne's 
prick, until he told me, "Honey, that's enough. You've sucked all the juice 
out of it. It's beginning to tickle." 

I knew it was time to stop, and let his prick slide out. Then, I turned 
around. I looked this way and that. Every way I looked the penises were 
pointing at me. 

"Over here," one man called out, "Come over here, and suck me, baby." 

On the opposite side of the mattress, another man called out, "Move over, 
baby doll! Come on over here, and suck my cock for me. Thata' girl! Suck it 
out!" 

I was fascinated with the big Negro penis pointing at me, and the silent 
Negro man holding it, just looking at me. I'd never had a black prick in my 
mouth. I wondered what the sperm would taste like. I crawled over to him, 
and he smiled down at me, "Hi, cocksucker," he grinned, holding out his huge 
black penis. The other men displayed some penis-size envy, when they said, 
"Hey, you big stud-we can't compete with that monster!" 

"She'll suck you guys off," he grinned, proudly holding it out to me. I 
stroked the underside of it with my finger and then held it up. I got down 
there and licked his big black balls with my tongue, and then I licked the 
underside of his penis, focusing my tongue activity on the sensitive glans 
section of the penis. 

"Glom onto that black prick," he said eagerly, and then as I opened my 
mouth, I felt him surge inside me. I clasped my mouth around his joint, and 
sucked up a storm. 

His big hands gripped my head and held me in place while he shoved away. 

"Why don't you slide one of your white fingers up my black ass-hole?" he 
asked with a chuckle. 

Reaching behind, his firm black butt, I managed to get one finger going, and 
soon I was guiding his cock thrusts, with my finger sliding up his ass-hole. 

"That's it, baby," he boomed, "Suck my dick, fuck my ass!" 

With the two way action going on, I knew he was getting his jollies, and it 
wouldn't be long until he got his rocks off. 

"Fuck it," he said evenly, while I sucked him. His hands began running 
through my hair very excitedly, and I felt I would gag. His huge black penis 
was now slipping down my throat, and I could barely breathe. 

"Ain't that groovy, white chick?" he chuckled, "You're being throat-fucked 
with black cock! Yes, baby, take it all in-ohhhh, ahhh, I'm coming, I'm 
coming." 

The men around the mattress applauded his performance, and they took comfort 
in the fact that it wouldn't be much longer now until they got their cocks 
sucked off. 

"Eat the juice, baby. Go, girl, go! Ahhh, ohhh, suck it all out," he 
inisted, as he pulled back, allowing just the head of his penis to remain in 
my mouth. 

"Suck it," he gasped, "Suck it all!" 

It was amazing how much juice had been stored up in those big black balls. I 
was getting a real protein meal, and it did taste good to me. 

"I'm next," another man called out, "Get over here, baby, and give my cock a 
blow-job." 

Turning, I saw it was a dark-skinned Mexican and I went over to him, and 
pulled his smooth brown penis into my mouth. Instantly, I went down to his 
balls and began working on them. If this was what they wanted, who was I to 
not deliver. I sucked on his dick with a steady, even pressure, and he began 
suddenly jabbing it to me. I felt his huge head touch the back of my throat, 
and I wondered if he too was going to make me almost gag, but insisting on 
sliding it down my throat. I hoped not. Fortunately, for me and my 
breathing, he didn't. I liked the way, he'd thrust it all the way in, and 
then slide it out. I could look at its saliva-slickened surface closely, see 
his curly brown pubic hairs which framed his joint, and smell him. I guess I 
was getting hung-up on cocksucking because I didn't find this man repulsive 
at all. 

"Hey, Manuel," the black man called over to him, "She gives quite a 
blow-job, doesn't she?" 

"A real artist," Manuel replied, patting my head gently, as he continued 
fucking my face. 

"Speed it up, man," an impatient stud called over to him, "Remember you 
aren't the only cock that has to get sucked around here." 

"Alright, but don't rush me," Manuel protested, "Just when I'm really 
enjoying myself-I don't want anybody bugging me-okay?" 

Reaching out I began massaging the ass-cheeks. He liked this, I could tell 
as it speeded up his fucking. And I guess I did have to consider all the 
other men who'd waited quite some time to get their rocks off during our sex 
circus. 

"Go after the juice," Manuel whispered, "Ohhh, lover, suck me, drain my 
dick. Ahhh, ohhh, yes, baby, now-now, I'm shooting. I'm coming!! " 

The hot sperm spurted and I felt it trickle down my throat, as I tried to 
use my tongue to lash around inside my mouth to taste him. His big balls 
were pressed right next to my chin, and the cock was shooting another load. 

"Ahhh, ohhhh, I'm coming in doubles," he gasped proudly, "Ohhh, baby, suck 
it all out-get it, lover, get it!" I did manage to get another load, and 
then I went to the other side of the bed and picked a blonde, athletic, 
blue-eyed man who looked so clean and cool, I wondered if he would get hot 
when he fucked. 

"Hey, Kurt-you're right-on," Manuel called over to him, "She will take care 
of your real good." 

"I know," he smiled, and holding his penis out to me, I let my tongue slide 
around its head. 

"Doesn't that feel fantastic?" Manuel enthused, enjoying it second-hand, it 
seemed almost as much as he did getting his own jollies. Perhaps, that was 
why these men enjoyed getting together. It was like having a group of cocks, 
and with each cock's getting hot, and exploding-they got a new charge out of 
it. 

But, I knew one thing, I'd have to suck each prick faster, or I'd never get 
through the line of cocks ready for me to suck. I let Kurt, reach down, and 
run his fingers through my hair, and he got real wild. 

"Baby," he whispered, "how about a little ass suck before you blow me." 

I let my mouth slip off the head of his penis which I'd just started 
sucking, and soon he was above me, and lowering himself on my face. I let my 
tongue reach out, and I began licking all around his tight anus. 

"Go right up in there," he insisted, "I like it when a dame tongue-fucks 
me-okay?" 

"Alright," I agreed, and then stiffening my tongue I plunged right up there 
and gave him a wild tongue fucking he'll never forget. 

"Ohhh, ahhh, yes, just like that. How about that? Doesn't my ass taste 
sweet, honey?" 

The men all got a charge out of it, but Brad didn't. He had been at the bar, 
and rushed over when he heard Kurt mention his ass. 

"Hey, I didn't agree to a dame eating your ass out," he shrieked, "You know 
the deal-the orgy scene-the man, the dog, and blow-jobs, but positively no 
ass-sucks." 

"Sorry about that," Kurt said, rising off my hot, thrusting tongue. Of 
course I knew he wasn't, as he'd about flipped his wig with my hot tongue 
lickings there. But, Brad was obviously in charge, and he had his fee for a 
certain stipulated kind of sex action and that was that. 

I took his cock in my hand and slid my mouth around it smoothly, and he 
fucked me savagely, apparently trying desperately to get his gun off, so I 
could move on to satisfy the other men. But, the funny thing was that the 
pressure he was applying to himself for this purpose, was making it very, 
very difficult. 

"Suck it, baby, suck it," he blurted, and I did my thing with my mouth, 
trying to compensate for his over-efforts. I knew I was succeeding because 
in a moment or two, he exploded his sperm-load in my mouth. 

I sucked it all out, enjoying every drop of it. And then, I went down the 
line. Each man was equally anxious to get his gun off, so I thought it was a 
waste of time to go darting about, picking first this one, and then that 
one. Also, it didn't make any man feel he was being picked over the other 
man-doing it this way. Each sperm-load had to be swallowed completely, this 
was part of the deal so Wayne had briefed me before we came to the orgy. 
Sometimes, I didn't feel like touching the man, say nothing of putting my 
mouth around his prick. But, business is business, and I blew every one of 
them. 

When we had finished, the men gave us a round of applause, and then we went 
upstairs again. 

Brad came up there and he passed out the bills. Four bills flashed before my 
eyes, and I saw the nervous, fidgety glance on Wayne's face. Apparently, 
he'd planned to take three, and leave one for me. Real generous of him I 
mused. 

"That's great," I told him, "I thought I only got to keep one of those nice, 
big bills." 

"Well," he explained quickly, "Brad thought we did such a good job of 
entertaining tonight he wanted to double the pay-how about that?" 

"That's very nice," I said quietly, "But it wouldn't be that you knew all 
along we'd get a couple hundred each and planned to pocket three if you got 
paid when I wasn't looking." 

"Would I do a thing like that?" he asked innocently, but a small smile 
betraying him all the time. 

"I'm afraid you would," I smiled. 

 CHAPTER NINE 

When I left Wayne and went back to our hotel, I hoped I'd find Arthur-in 
bed-alone! 

I was pleasantly surprised to find him alone. I got out of my clothes and 
into bed, just as the day was breaking. As I got in bed, damned if he didn't 
want sex with me. I'd had all I could take. But, Arthur was hot to get his 
rocks off. 

"Feel of it, Mom," he said huskily, as he took my hand and pushed it down on 
his penis. I massaged it, and soon it was enormous. 

I went down on him and started sucking. I could tell he was enjoying it ever 
so much as my mouth moved slowly up and down on his joystick. I purposely 
moved slowly, making the pleasure last. It always went off too quick, not 
allowing me the greatest degree of pleasure I craved. I decided to suck just 
the head of it, and concentrate on building a nice smooth sucking momentum. 

"That's it, Mom," he blurted, "Ohhh, yes-suck me-suck me just like that." 

It did give me a wonderful feeling of satisfaction to find him enjoying it 
so much. 

"Ahhh, ohhh, yes, yes, suck it-suck that cock. Ahhh! Yes, Mom, faster!" 

When I heard him say faster! I knew my slowdown plans were of no avail. I 
had to increase the pace of my sucking sensations. 

My head bobbed up and down on his penis as I sucked, and then I felt him 
starting to come. 

"Oh, yes, Mom-I'm coming, I'm coming," he groaned in delight, as I sucked 
his juices when he shot his load in my mouth. 

I eagerly gulped his juices down, and he did taste delicious I'll tell you 
that-even if he was my own son. Then, I got the surprise of my life-Arthur's 
penis remained hard. 

As I slid my mouth off it, he asked, with a happy smile, "Now, what do we do 
about that?" 

"Son, don't you ever go down?" 

He shook his head with a delighted smile. And then I thought of something. 
Arthur had never once tried screwing my ass-hole. That was a wild new 
sensation he could enjoy, and I'd get a big charge out of introducing him to 
this sophisticated sex act. No doubt in his lifetime, he'd meet up with a 
woman who would turn on when she got her ass fucked. So, I slyly suggested 
it to him, "Baby, how'd you like to try something different? 

"like what, Mom?" 

"like giving it to me up the ass-hole?" 

"Oh, Wow," he chuckled, "That's one I never thought of!" 

"Well, a lot of people do it, you can be damned sure," I chuckled, "And it 
does require a little poise to know how to aim the penis, so it doesn't 
split a person in half." 

"Tell me how," he insisted eagerly. 

"Well, one way is to get on all fours and the other is for me to throw my 
legs up over your shoulders, would you like to try it?" 

"I'd like to fuck you dog style," he chuckled, "You get on all fours, and 
I'll feed it to you from behind-" 

I got on all fours, and then Arthur was almost ready to give me his eight 
inches, when I suddenly remembered he hadn't used any lubricant on his 
penis. 

"Hold on, honey," I smiled, "We've got to get some lube job action going!" 

"What'll I use?" 

"Get some Vaseline in the bathroom," I told him, "and bring it back here and 
I'll show you how to use it so you'll know how to do it the next time." 

Obediently, Arthur got up and went into the bathroom and brought back the 
vaseline. He handed it to me, and I opened it, and spread it generously on 
his penis. Then, I proceeded to rub it around my anus, to make his entrance 
easier. 

"Are you ready now?" he enthused eagerly. "Sure, I'm ready," he replied. 

And so he began edging his penis into my ass-hole. It felt good to have his 
hard, young pecker sliding between my ass-cheeks, that is until he arrived 
at the point where he was going to thrust it past the tight anal ring. And 
then I quivered, and shivered. He noticed this, and put his hands on my 
buttocks and held tight, as he rammed it to me. 

"How's that?" I demanded. 

"Great," he replied, "Just great-I like ass-fucking. It's nice and tight 
inside your ass-hole, Mom." 

"Sure, baby, and it's going to get better when I get my backfield in 
motion." 

As he was in securely now, I could let my ass grind, revolving around his 
penis that he was vigorously thrusting up there. 

"Oh, Mom, that's fantastic," he blurted, "Ohhh, ahhh, yes, yes-that's how I 
like it-fuck-fuck-fuck it. Ohhh, yes, Faster, fucker, faster!" . 

I kept my ass on a pivot, twisting around with such speed it surprised him. 
I'd made a lot of progress in knowing how to give good sex, with Wayne. No 
doubt Wayne's screwing techniques, derived from years of being involved in 
sex circuses, and pleasing women who paid, had given him the edge over most 
men in the screwing department. 

Bending over, I felt Arthur's chest bearing down on my back. He reached 
around me, and gripped my breasts with his full hands, and he pinched the 
nipples. 

The sudden pain produced pleasure, a pleasure I couldn't completely 
comprehend, unless it was the subconscious masochistic impulses in me, 
responding to his sadistic pinch to produce pain in my sensitive nipples. 

"Give it to me," he enthused, "Ohhh, like that. Keep grinding, Mom-fuck her 
good. Ahh, ohh, yes, yes, fuck, fuck it, now-all the way 

-fuck-fuck, fuck-off!" 

The hot thrust of his penis drove in to the hilt, as it exploded inside me. 
I loved the feeling of the sperm splashing, hot, sticky, wonderful. 

"Squeeze it out," he begged, "Yes, Mom, squeeze my prick milk. That's it, 
now you're doing it. Ahhhhhh!" 

By not stopping my churning movements of my buttocks, and squeezing at the 
same time , I managed to give him the sensations he wanted. When he'd been 
drained, he pulled out, and I flopped over and lay there. 

His penis was still dripping with cum, and I didn't tell him to wipe it off. 
I liked the sight of the sticky stuff dripping from his virile, young cock. 

"Can I suck on your titties?" he smiled. 

"Sure, you can, lover," I nodded and the next thing I knew he was licking on 
my breasts, applying his full mouth to the nipples, and sucking on them. 

It reminded me of when he was little, and liked to suck the milk out of 
them. He used to keep sucking until he drained them both, and now everything 
was the same. He was still sucking, only I was milking his prick, and not 
stopping until I'd drained his marvelous penis. 

Moving from my breasts, he went down to my vagina. Here, he instantly, let 
his tongue lash out and suddenly he was sucking, and licking me eagerly. 

"You like that?" I smiled, at him, as I reached down to guide his young head 
as he went to town with his tongue. Sure, I could always come again for 
him-my only true love. He had all the good-looks, and handsome body his 
father had, but he wasn't mean and ready to explode into temper tantrums. 
This was what made him mean so very much to me. 

His talented tongue licked the walls of my vagina, and I wiggled about in 
delight as his tantalizing tongue did its thing down there. 

"Eat it," I stammered, "Eat mama's pussy-yes-baby, ohhh, yes. Just like 
that!" 

Arthur was gripping my buttocks tightly in his hand as he pressed his face 
down on my vagina. I pushed up and his tongue jabbed up there inside me. 

And then I gushed and he devoured me. Every drop of my juices were quickly 
lapped up by him. I was so happy, he loved to eat me, just as I loved to be 
eaten by him. It was mutually exciting. 

He let his tongue slide along his lower lip, as he looked up at me. 

"Baby," I smiled, "Mom has to get some sleep-okay?" 

Wrapping his arms around me more lovingly than his father ever did, he 
nodded, and smiled, "Yes, Mom-everything is okay between you and me!" 

I think that was the way he really felt too. It made me so happy to hear him 
talk like that, because I did want ever so much to have a real understanding 
with him whereby we both could express our love and feeling for each other. 

Then, he let go of me, and I slid under the covers and went to sleep. I was 
out like a light and didn't know a thing until five o'clock the following 
Sunday afternoon. When I did wake up, Arthur was gone. I felt a sudden 
hollow feeling sweep through me, and then I spotted a note over on the 
dresser. 

I got out of bed and read it, "Dear Mom, I have gone to the beach-will be 
back by six, Lots of Love, Arthur." I smiled when I read lots of love, 
because this was precisely what I felt toward him, and it made me happy to 
read those words. Sounds silly coming from a thirty year old Mom, mooning 
over her son, but it didn't seem that way to me. Instead, it seemed as if we 
had always been meant for each other, and somehow we got mixed up in our 
timetable. Arthur should have been my husband, not my son-and all would have 
been well. 

I got out of bed, and took a quick shower, and then I studied my wardrobe. I 
needed some bright new clothes for the tropical paradise, and I determined 
I'd find some. Now, I had a little bread, I felt better. 

I thought it might be a good idea to check with Wayne and find out if he had 
anything else on during the week. Perhaps, I could pick up some more loot, 
if he'd be so good as to arrange something. I phoned him at his apartment, 
"Wayne, luv-how are you?" 

"Fine, Valerie," he began, "You rested up from last night?" 

"Of course, silly," I laughed, "Last night I had a ball!" 

"So did the men at the party," he assured me, "Brad phoned just an hour ago, 
and told me to relay to you his best! Said, he never got so many compliments 
on his little orgy arrangements as he did last night." 

"I'm glad to hear that," I assured him, "Do you think we'll be working this 
week-" 

"Oh, I'm sure we will-" 

"When?" I asked him bluntly, "You know I can hardly wait-" 

"I know-" he chuckled, "You're a real oversexed little piece of ass aren't 
you, baby doll?" 

"I guess I am," I told him bluntly. "I hope there's nothing wrong with 
that-" 

"Wrong?" he chuckled, "Noo-baby-there's only something right about it!" 

"Beautiful," I assured him, and then I heard Arthur starting to come in, and 
I explained, "I've got to hang up. Somebody's coming-" 

"Can we get together again?" 

"Sure, luv-but let me phone you. I don't want you phoning me here." 

"Afraid your husband will kill me?" Wayne joked. 

"It's not my husband-later," I said, and hung up on him. The last thing I 
wanted Arthur to find out was what I was doing on the side to keep us going. 

He came with his swim suit on, and a towel in his hands. Taking off his 
sun-glasses, he smiled, "Hi, Mom." . "Hi, honey-" 

"Who were you talking to on the phone?" 

"Just the manager," I lied, "They wanted to know if we intended to stay all 
next week-and-" 

"Oh, gee, Mom-I hope you told him we can stay." 

"I did," I nodded, "I'm enjoying myself here too." 

"So am I," Arthur assured me, "Today I did some surfing." 

"That's nice," I said, "Just don't let one of those mammoth waves carry you 
out too far." 

"I can swim," he cut in quickly, "I can take care of myself." 

"Oh, I'm sure you can. Just be careful" 

"Let's go down to dinner," Arthur suggested. "I'm so famished I could eat a 
cow-" 

"Didn't you have your lunch?" 

"You served me one," he smiled, patting me on the buttocks. 

"Not that kind," I laughed, "I mean, you've got to eat your meals-using up 
all that energy surfing, and the sun takes a lot out of you-" 

"And so does fucking," Arthur grinned, "You know after I've had a good 
screw, I want to eat something right then." 

"That's normal. Most men do have something to eat after they've shot their 
gun off." 

"I guess that figures," he said, as I got dressed and he stripped out of his 
swim trunks and got into the shower. I could tell from the white skin around 
his privates where the sun didn't touch him, he had obtained a very deep 
tan. 

"What will we do, tonight?" Arthur asked excitedly. 

"Well, we're going to dinner, and." 

"And, what?" 

"Do we always have to have something to do? Can't we just come back to our 
room and read newspapers or magazines or books?" 

"I'd like to see a movie," he suggested. 

"Which one?" 

"They have 'The Godfather' playing here now," he said, "I'd love to see 
that." 

"You would," I snapped, "Arthur, I don't like those blood and guts movie 
festivals." 

Aw, Mom-that's all they're showing now. Look at 'Dirty Harry' and then there 
was the revival of 'Bonnie and Clyde'-" 

"I don't think it's right for you to see those flicks, couldn't you pick a 
happy story with a happy ending?" 

"Aw, Mom-life isn't like that," Arthur chuckled, stepping out of the shower 
and drying off. "Life has a lot of blood, a lot of misery, and don't expect 
everything you see in the movies to wind up in rainbows." 

"I guess I'm looking for escape movies," I admitted. 

"You shouldn't do that," Arthur said, "Illusions get people in trouble-" 

"I know," I said, grimly thinking of my own illusion I could go on loving my 
son, without having to pay the price someday. 

 CHAPTER TEN 

We went to a fabulous buffet dinner at the El Cid Restaurant on the 
beachfront, giving us a fantastic view of the ocean waves as they came 
pounding in on the surf. The meal was something else; salads, fresh tropical 
fruits, and the most tempting dessert assortment I've ever seen. I relented 
and went to see the movie, "The Godfather" and didn't relish the bloody 
spectacle. Of course, Arthur enjoyed it immensely, and kept saying how 
realistic it was. ... and I mused if that's realism-give me illusion any 
day. 

After the movie we walked back to the hotel. I loved the environment because 
it was so different than our city jungles. People can walk on the streets 
at-night and not be afraid. 

Then, we went back to our hotel, and I almost got to sleep, when Arthur 
wrapped his arms around me, and whispered, "Mom, I need a fuck-" 

"Alright, son," I whispered, actually feeling he was overdoing it, but not 
knowing exactly how to stop him. He slid his penis into my slit, and soon he 
was thrusting with full force. 

"Oh, baby," I groaned, as I felt my cunt muscles instinctively clutch at his 
cock. My hands roamed his back, and I felt of his buttocks, grasping them, 
kneading them, and feeling of him. He was such a handsome young man, pity he 
was my son. 

"Fuck it," he gasped, "Ohhh, Mom, fuck my dick!" 

His wild, thrusting penis charged higher into my hole, and I felt him 
brushing his chest back and forth against my titties, making the nipples go 
taut. 

"Ahhh, ohhh, fuck it, Mama," he panted, as I felt of his prostate gland, and 
massaged it slowly to add to the pleasure of his screw. 

"Now, we're making it," I gasped, "Ohhh, Arthur, honey, Mama loves you so-" 
and I found myself peppering his young face with kisses to express all I 
felt for him. Arthur was indeed a stud, and I needed him so desperately to 
compensate for all those years when his father had left me alone. 

"I like it when you play with my ass," he smiled. And then I tickled his 
balls from the backside. He liked this and so did I. 

"Fuck it," he blurted, "Fuck me-ohhh, now,-faster!" 

I kept my ass churning around his penis, as he pushed it to me, and suddenly 
I felt him shooting inside me. I loved to grip his tool in my twat and milk 
him. 

"Ahhh, ohhh, yes, yes, fuck it, fuck it," I groaned, as the hot sperm 
spurted inside me, and then I relaxed, cradled in his strong young arms. 

"I love you," I whispered softly, and tickled his ear with my tongue. 

After about ten minutes, he slid out of me, and I got up and went to the 
bathroom to take care of myself. When I came back he was lying there, bare 
naked with the sheet thrown back, and gazing outside at the ocean in the 
distance. 

"Isn't it beautiful here?" he said softly. 

"Yes, honey-real beautiful." 

"Mom, I've been thinking," he began in a serious tone, "if you got a job 
here, I could go to school here-wouldn't that be super?" 

"Yes, baby, it would," I smiled, "And you know what?" 

"What?" he asked abruptly turning his glance away from the window view and 
looking directly into my eyes. 

"That's what we're going to do!" 

"You mean it?" he blurted joyously. 

"Have I ever lied to you?" I laughed, as he shook his head in happy 
disbelief that we were going to stay on this tropical isle paradise. 

"But what will you do to earn a living?" 

"You know I can do my private secretary work," I lied, quickly covering what 
I really intended to do. 

"Oh, that's great," he beamed. 

"Except for one thing," I told him bluntly. "I don't want you coming under 
bad influences-" 

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

"Well, a lot of rich divorcees come here and prey on young boys-and buy them 
for sex." 

"Is that wrong to fuck around with them for money?" he asked, the fresh 
innocence of youth still marked on his face. 

"Of course it is," I said quickly, "Our relationship is completely 
different-" 

"How?" he asked, curiously. 

"I'll tell you how," I told him quickly. "These women are spoiled bitches 
who make a carnival out of sex. There's no love involved in what they want, 
son. It's just pure, unadulterated, raw sex." 

"And our love makes it moral?" 

"I think it does-" 

"But they don't think so-" 

"Who is they?" I demanded, getting tired of justifying my own beautiful 
relationship with him. 

"The pillars of society," he answered. 

"Oh, don't try to please everybody," I evaded answering him. "Can't you see, 
luv, everybody has a different moral code?" 

"Yes," he agreed, "and I can see that I might be able to help earn my own 
way if you'd let me fuck around with those rich, old women." 

Rising off the bed, I stormed across the room. "Never! Not on your life. No 
son of mine is going to get involved with a lot of trash-never!" 

Poor Arthur I guess was confused. I insisted on such a strict moral 
guideline for his conduct with any other older woman, but with me, his Mom, 
I reasoned we were doing the right thing. He was too young to understand 
love made the difference-too young to appreciate all the love I'd felt for 
him when it would have been so easy to let him out for adoption. But, 
because I am the kind of mother I am, I'd never do that. Yet, I suppose most 
of society would condemn me for having sex with my son, and say-any love I 
felt was my warped, twisted mind imagining I felt love, when I really felt 
passionate compulsions to fuck, and that was all. 

"What's on your mind, Mom?" 

"Why?" he demanded. 

"You've got such a funny look on your face," he said earnestly, "I-I don't 
like to see you upset like this." 

"I'm not upset." 

"Yes, you are," he insisted, and then I realized he must be intuitive like 
me, and picked up on my troubled, chaotic state of mind with ease. 

"Well, to be perfectly honest I was thinking maybe I'm all wrong, Arthur-" 

"About what?" 

"You and me," I answered, "I had no idea that we should go on living here 
like this, but maybe I'm guilty of seducing my own son into a warped, 
sick-sick pattern of sex." 

Arthur came over to me, and quickly put his arms around me. "Oh, Mom, you're 
dead-wrong. There can't be anything wrong with love! There can't be. That's 
our only sin-loving each other too much." 

"I know," I said sadly, and then he took my hand and placed it on his penis. 
I felt it stirring to life. 

"You want some sex now?" I asked, hardly able to grasp the fact he was so 
sold on fucking all the time, and wondering where it would all end up. 

"Yes," he whispered, and I found myself fumbling with his balls, and 
stroking his penis. 

"Oh, Mom, that feels so good," he nodded, and soon his penis was standing up 
and I was pulling it at a quicker pace. 

"Grab it hard, and pull on it." 

It didn't take long for it to spring to life. 

"Oh, yes, that's it, Mom-now you're doing it right, jack me off!" 

He spread his legs and watched me while I jerked it. Soon, he smiled, and 
requested, "Suck my ass out, Mom-okay?" 

"Alright," I agreed, in spite of knowing I was doing the wrong thing. "Here, 
take a pillow and slip it under your ass-okay?" 

The pillow went under his buttocks, so he could turn it up to me, and allow 
me a good position to slide my tongue. I started licking all around his 
tight anus. I saw his ass quiver, and then I let my tongue slide up there. 
It didn't take long until I was tongue-fucking his ass-hole. 

"Ahhh, ohhh, yes, fuck me, fuck my ass," he demanded, and I felt his hand on 
my hand which was pulling away at his penis. He was guiding my grip and jerk 
movements, I guess he wanted me to hold on tighter, and pull faster, so I 
accommodated him. 

"Now, you're doing just great," he enthused, "Rim and jerk me, Mom-ohhhh, 
yes-do it!" 

The idea of tongue-fucking his ass-hole appealed to me as it was the most 
intimate possible way of connection between two humans, except for having 
his penis driving down my throat. Soon, I felt him ramming it in my hand so 
hard, I feared he'd shoot it off, and I'd miss tasting his sweet sperm, so I 
slid my tongue out of his tight channel, and smiled up at him, "How about 
letting me blow it now?" 

"If you want to," he smiled, his eyes aglow with anticipation. 

I took his penis and began sucking on its meaty head. By letting my tongue 
slide around its head, and focusing a lot of the action on the sensitive 
glans section, I was producing great sensations in him that I knew he 
enjoyed. 

"Ohhh, Mom, that's wild," he moaned, "keep sucking!" 

I jiggled his nuts while my head bobbed up and down his long penis. I 
enjoyed going up away from his mass of pubic hair, and then closing down, 
and coming closer. Even the smell of his loins was good to me, and I waited 
with burning desire for him to burst forth in my mouth. 

"Suck me, ohhhh, ahhh, now-now," he cried, and his hands guided me, as he 
drove it down my throat. 

I felt the hot cum gush down my throat, and I pulled back eager to get a 
taste of the sperm-load. Then, I looked up at him, eager to get a taste of 
the sperm-load. Then, I looked up at him, and he looked down at me. 

"Could anything that feels so good be wrong?" he smiled. 

I had to shake my head at that moment, "No, son-it's not wrong. They're 
wrong in thinking we're doing something dirty. Your cock is clean, and all 
I'm doing is taking care of your needs." 

"But," Arthur interjected, "You understand this can't last forever, Mom. 
There must come the day when you let me grow up, and go out and find me my 
own chicks to ball." 

"I know, son-but let's not talk about it now." 

"Alright, come up here, and let me kiss you for giving me such a good 
cocksuck." 

I moved up, and let him kiss me. We were lovers, and I was happy for it. 

Then, we went to sleep, and I woke up in the middle of the night, and just 
couldn't sleep. Two hundred lousy dollars stood between us and being thrown 
out on the street. I'd used up all my savings getting over here, and in our 
hotel stay and our meals, and entertainment. And I knew damned well that two 
hundred wouldn't last for long. What I must do tomorrow I thought, is find 
us an apartment just as soon as possible. Then, I'd know a big savings from 
this stinkin' hotel, and their crappy high prices. 

I went over to the window, and looked out at the moon shining on the surface 
of the sea. It always did something for me when I looked at the moon. The 
palm-lined streets below always appealed to me too. It was a beautiful place 
to live alright, as long as you had money. And I would get all the money I 
needed one way or another. 

Arthur had said something tonight that made me realize how insanely jealous 
of him I was. He had to bring up the fact he wanted his freedom to find 
another girl to make it with. This didn't exactly please me at all. 

How could I face this awful reality? Escapism had been my way of coping with 
the problems of life ever since I could remember. But time was running out 
for my escape. I had to learn to face up to unpleasant situations. I walked 
over to the bed, and looked down at his wonderful, sweet face. All the 
innocence of youth was there. 

Somehow I felt like a devil for taking him off to a strange place, seducing 
him and now planning on ways to prevent either of us from being found out. 
What I really wanted was a relationship comparable to marriage, not just sex 
when his hot balls itched for action. In a way, I resented this. In a way I 
thought Arthur was using me, and that he knew it. He could overlook his own 
guilt by reminding himself that I was his mother, and actually I had no 
right in the world to do what I was doing. 

I got back in bed, and lay on my side. I didn't want to disturb him. I tried 
desperately to get to sleep. And when I finally did drift off to sleep, I 
was troubled. Of all things, I dreamt his father was chasing after me. This 
tortured and troubled me no end. 

"Why?" I cried aloud, and he would have to hear me. 

"What's wrong, Mom?" 

"I just had the most awful nightmare," I breathed excitedly. "It was so 
real-" 

"What was it?" 

"Your father," I told him, "he-he was chasing me and I couldn't get away 
from him-ohhhh, God, it was terrible." 

"Don't worry about him, he'll never find us," Arthur said reassuringly, "and 
if he does I'll beat the shit out of him for deserting me and you." 

"Oh, son, you shouldn't feel that way about him." 

"Well, I do," he said testily. "If it weren't for that cocksucker, you and I 
wouldn't be in this twisted mess we're in right now." 

"Is that what you feel about our relationship?" 

"Yes," he snapped. "If anybody knew what I was doing they'd call me a dirty 
'mother-fucker' and throw you in jail and never let you out." 

"Oh, son, I hate to hear you talk like this-" 

"Well, don't bring my old man up," he snapped, "I've got my reasons not to 
care much for that old bastard, haven't I?" 

"I guess so," I said quietly. 

 CHAPTER ELEVEN 

Finally, I got to sleep, and the next morning when I did wake up, Arthur was 
gone with another note left for me on the dresser. 

"Dear Mom, I've gone to the beach to get the morning sun. Didn't want to 
waken you, so I left without disturbing you. Back around noon so we can go 
to lunch together." 

I looked at the hands of the clock and they pointed to just exactly eleven. 
That gave me one hour to work things out with Wayne, and get showered and 
dressed. 

I dialed Wayne's number, and luckily got him in. 

"Hi," he began talking to me, "How are you?" 

"Fine," I replied, "Now, would you like to put me in business. I'm ready." 

"Great," he continued, "I've got a nice little job you could take care of 
tonight with me. It's far out, but not as wild as that Saturday night orgy 
you went to." 

"Good-how much?" 

"Only a hundred," he chuckled, "Just a couple of men who want to fuck the 
same woman." 

"Where do I go?" 

"It's at the Tropical Palace Hotel, and you'll just go up to their room on 
the seventeenth floor, Room 1710. Avoid the front desk, and don't talk to 
anybody until you get to their room. They have detectives-you know house 
detectives trying to stop this, but if you play it cool, no problem." 

"Great-what time should I report for work, if you can call it that?" 

"Ten o'clock would be a good time," he replied, "All you have to do is go up 
there and introduce yourself by saying 'Wayne sent you! Now, have you got 
it?" 

"Yes, honey, but who pays and when?" 

"Well, they'll each give you fifty dollars, and they've paid me already for 
taking care of them." 

"Very nice, and thanks a-lot, sweetheart!" 

"Anytime," he chuckled. 

"Wayne," I explained, "I'm going to be looking for an apartment and then 
I'll be able to relax because this hotel is so expensive I'll spend all the 
money I make if I stay here." 

"I know what you mean," he said, and then he ended our conversation 
abruptly, "Take care-I've got to run now." 

"Alright," I told him, and hung up. I hurried to take my shower and prepare 
for Arthur's return, as Arthur had informed me that he wanted me to be ready 
when he came home for lunch as the fresh sea air, and all the swimming and 
surfing made him very hungry. 

When he came back, I was ready and we went down to dinner in our hotel 
dining room. 

"We're checking out of here this afternoon," I told him, "I don't like it 
here." 

"I know what you mean," he smiled, "we've got to save the loot so we can 
stay longer." 

"Right," I replied, "and incidentally I've got some good news-" 

"Is that right?" he asked. 

"Yes, luv, you see I've got a chance to go out to dinner with a man who owns 
a personnel service. He hires secretaries on a part-time basis-and I've got 
to arrange for work right away." 

"That's great," Arthur smiled, "Now, let's look for that apartment." 

"We left without taking very much," I laughed, "but I guess we really don't 
need many things." 

"No, we don't," Arthur smiled, "Things that you have to drag all over. It's 
important not to save too much stuff." 

"Right," I agreed, and then we paid for our hotel bill, and packed our 
luggage and left it in their checking section. After that we took a taxi to 
an apartment section of the city, and looked for rent signs. There were 
quite a few places but I frankly worried about the price. 

"That's a neat looking place," he smiled, "Let's check it out." 

"Alright, but it's probably much more expensive than we can afford." 

We went inside and looked at an apartment on the fourth floor. 

"How much is this beautiful apartment?" I asked the gentlemen who showed the 
place to us. 

"That's a hundred a week," he smiled. "A hundred a week," Arthur gasped, 
"Oh, Mom-let's go." 

"Do you like it?" 

"Well, of course, I like it," he smiled, "but we just can't afford it-" 

"Yes, we can," I said emphatically, "I'll be making good money-and if you 
like it, dear, we'll take it." 

"Fine," the gentlemen said, and in another moment, we were able to sign the 
papers, and move our bags in. 

"Is that all the things you've got?" the man asked in surprise. 

"Well, that's all we brought with us," I explained. "We came over here for a 
vacation and fell in love with Hawaii." 

"You're not the first person that has fallen in love with this island when 
they came over for a short vacation," he chuckled. 

"Thanks," I smiled, and after paying him, we began unpacking. 

"Isn't this a fantastic place?" Arthur exclaimed, "We've got our own balcony 
and our own view of the ocean-oh, Mom, I love you for doing it." 

"Doing what?" I asked nonchalantly. 

"You know, Mom, luv, for renting this apartment. We've got everything. We 
can use that hibachi to barbecue out on the balcony, and looked out over the 
ocean. And then they've got the pool in the patio too." 

"The place really does have everything. There isn't much room-but what room 
there is, is really used wisely." 

"I love the fact we're together," he said, "Let's you and me stay here in 
Hawaii forever-" 

"Maybe we can," I smiled, so proud and happy that I had been able to do 
something that made him so excited and happy. Then, I decided to get into my 
swim-suit and take a dip. 

"I'm going to join you," Arthur enthused, when he saw me undressing. When he 
looked at me naked, I saw his penis rise as he got out of his clothes. 

"No," I smiled, deciding I should make him beg for it, and not be so 
generous that he thought he could give me a short shrift, and think he could 
get by with it. 

"But, Mom," he protested, "my pecker-it wants to fuck." 

"Tell it no for now. And cool it in the pool-okay?" I slipped into my swim 
suit and then he got the point, and I realized that I usually let him have 
it whenever he felt in the mood. But now I knew enough to use some strategy 
and it was working. Arthur was slipping on his swim suit, and his swollen 
penis showed beneath the nylon material. 

"Can't you do something about that?" I asked, as we stepped outside with our 
towels. 

Then, we walked down to the patio, and went swimming. The water was cool, a 
pleasant contrast to the burning hot tropical sun which bore down on us. 

I thought I saw a man watching me, but I played it cool. I had to be two 
people-one a reserved mother when anybody was watching, and a fast fucker 
when I went out on hotel and motel appointments. And when I was in bed with 
my son, Arthur, I had to turn-on, and give him what he needed. 

After we had a few minutes of swimming, we threw our towels out on the deck, 
and soaked up the marvelous sunshine. After about an hour I thought I had 
had all I could take of it. 

"I'm going up to my room," I told Arthur. 

"Okay, Mom-I'll be up in a few minutes," he said, lying there by himself. 

I needed some rest, so when I went back to my bedroom, I made it a point to 
relax. But when he didn't come back, I got worried. I wondered where on 
earth he could be. I went to the window, and looked down onto the patio, and 
he was nowhere in sight. 

"What happened?" I said aloud, feeling gloom set in when he was gone. 
Finally about six o'clock he walked in. He had a certain look on his face 
that told me exactly what he'd been up to, and it killed me. 

"Where have you been?" I snapped. 

"I was lying outside at the pool," he said nonchalantly. 

"No, you weren't," I fumed. 

"Well, I got to talking to this woman," he explained, and the small smile 
that played about the corner of his mouth told me the story. I was furious. 
I knew he'd been fucking with someone. 

"Who was she?" 

"Aw, forget it!" 

"No, I want to know who you've been balling!" 

"Can't I have any part of my life to myself?" 

"You're a minor, and you have no right to be screwing around-now tell me!" 

"Look whose talking," he laughed," You don't have any rights to screw me 
either, do you-that is unless they changed the laws and I don't think 
they've passed a law for motherfuckers yet." 

This was too much. I walked over to him, and slapped his face with all my 
force. 

He put his hand on his face and rubbed it and looked at me with the hurt 
look of a small animal whose master had suddenly turned on him for no reason 
at all. This look of hurt, combined with shock tortured me. 

"I'm sorry, son-I really am-" 

"Don't you ever touch me again," he spit furiously. "Do you hear me-don't 
you ever touch me again, you cheap bitch!" 

I reeled back, and then I turned and ran to the bedroom and flung myself 
down on the bed and started sobbing. In a moment Arthur was on the bed with 
me, his hand reaching out as he stroked my head gently. "Oh, Mom, I'm 
sorry-I didn't mean to-I didn't mean to hurt you." 

The sobs wracked my body, and I couldn't stop. He had every right to hate 
me. What he'd done to me was only half of what society would shriek at me if 
they could only know the terrible truth about the things I was doing with my 
own son, and I couldn't blame them. For I was awful. I was foul, and evil, 
and dirty and all the rest of the terrible things they wanted to think about 
me. 

"Mom, I'm sorry," he said, "Please-please forgive me. I don't know why I did 
that." 

Finally, I looked up at him through tear-glazed eyes, and my voice broke, as 
I asked him, "Did you fuck some woman?" He nodded, "Yes, but I did it for 
you-" 

"You did it for me?" 

"Yes," he said, pulling out two ten dollar bills. "She gave me this. You can 
have it to help us. We need money for rent and for good food-I'm a young, 
growing kid-I've got to have enough to eat, Mom." 

"You will have," I said sadly, "You didn't have to do it." 

"I'm sorry. I was only trying to help. I didn't even enjoy fucking her." 

"What was she like?" 

"Kind of overweight, and real old." 

"How old was she?" 

"About thirty five I guess. She's getting a divorce so that was all 
alright." 

"You mean you did it with a married woman?" 

"I told you," he argued, "she's getting a divorce." 

"But she's still married. Son, you have no idea how much trouble you can get 
into when you do things with a married woman-you have no idea!" 

"Okay, I promise-I promise-I won't do it again." 

"I certainly hope not-unless you want a peck of trouble." 

"What did she do to you?" I asked when he just hung his head, knowing full 
well how stupid he was to get involved in a married sex relationship. 

"Everything-" 

"What do you mean by everything?" 

"Oh, she sucked my balls, and licked my ass out, and then I rammed it down 
her throat, and got my rocks off." 

"She really wasn't inhibited, was she?" 

"Not much-" 

"Not at all," I said, setting the record straight. "Well, we both need 
dinner-and it's seven o'clock so let's go out now-" 

We got dressed, and Arthur said, just as we were walking out, "Tonight I buy 
us dinner-I want to." 

"Alright, honey," I smiled, "Mom loves you." I kissed the side of his face, 
and it bothered me no end when I thought of that damned dame enticing my 
young son into her love next to suck on him. There was no doubt about it, 
there were a lot of mixed-up people in the world, who'd want to seduce a 
kid. As for my own seduction of Arthur, I twisted the truth about things, 
and at that point, I really thought I was doing his a big fat favor. 

"Where are we going to eat?" he asked, as we walked down the boulevard. 

"There aren't many spots around here, are there?" 

"No," he said, "I guess they're all back at the hotel area here where we 
were last night." 

"Well, maybe we should take a taxi as I'm starved-and don't want to wait 
forever-" 

We took a taxi back to the beachfront area, and soon found a cozy little 
place, that looked clean and reasonable. 

"Isn't this a nice place?" I said, as we walked in and saw the red candles 
glowing on the tables. 

"Yes, that smells good-what is it?" 

"I think it's sweet and sour ribs," I told him. And when we sat down and 
looked at out menus, I was proven right. We ordered the specialty of the 
house, their sweet and sour ribs, and enjoyed it immensely, along with the 
fruit salad, and the tall glasses of delicious coconut juice, which they 
know just how to fix. 

And then, after dinner, I took a taxi with him back to our apartment. We'd 
only gone through ten dollars for dinner, and I told him," Honey-you keep 
that other ten. Put it in your bank account next week, and I'll add to it-" 

"You love me, really love me, don't you?" 

"Of course I do," I assured him. When we got back to our apartment, I 
slipped into something more appropriate for my appointment, and turned on 
the teevee for him. 

"Isn't that nice you have a color teevee?" I said, trying hard to occupy him 
in our place, and to distract him from my very necessary trip. 

"Sure is nice-" he nodded. 

 CHAPTER TWELVE 

I managed to get out of there without much bother, with the simple 
explanation that this man who wanted to talk to me about work was so busy 
that was the only hour he could get to see me. I didn't know what device I'd 
use next, but I thought it best not to worry too far ahead. If I could get 
by from day to day, I would do well I mused. 

As the taxi pulled up to the Tropical Palace, I saw the two men I was about 
to service lived in a really swanky place. I found the room without 
difficulty and when Roger opened it, he simply said, "Who sent you?" 

"Wayne did." 

"Come in Valerie," he glowed, and then I saw why he held the door open just 
a tiny crack. He was stark naked, and so was his drinking partner, Jeff. 

"I'm Roger, this is Jeff-and you're Valerie that Wayne talked so much 
about," he introduced us to each other, and then Jeff smiled, "Take your 
clothes off too, baby doll!" 

"Of course," I said, quickly slipping out of my things. As I looked at the 
two of them, I was curious to know what they had in mind. 

"What would you like to drink?" Jeff smiled. "I'm sure you'd like to be 
loaded before we begin-" 

"It does help," I admitted, "I guess I'll have a scotch on the rocks-what 
are you guys drinking?" 

"What we drink doesn't make any difference," he laughed, "We're bourbon 
men-what you like is what you should drink." 

"Well, I'm fond of scotch, so I'll stock to my drink," I chuckled, as I 
walked over to the bar. Both men were lusty, horny, virile young men, and I 
frankly was curious to know why they felt a need to call on a female to fuck 
for cash. 

"How long you been doing this?" Jeff asked. 

"Long enough to know the score," I smiled, as I sat down with my drink. 
Then, the men both burst out laughing. 

"What are you laughing at?" 

"You," Jeff kidded me, "You said you knew the score, and both Roger and I 
know that when you are an old-time hustler, you instantly ask for the 
cash-you've waited ten minutes-" 

"Thanks for reminding me before I get so drunk I don't give a damn," I 
chuckled, "The money men-fifty bucks each." 

"Are you worth it?" Roger asked. 

"You bet your sweet ass I am," I smiled up at him. Then, they both stepped 
into the bedroom and returned with the cash. 

"Eighty, ninety, one hundred," I counted as I tucked the tens in my wallet, 
"And thanks-now we don't have to mention money or be commercial-we can just 
have ourselves a ball-okay?" 

"Alright, we have some unusual stuff we like to do, but I'm sure you are 
used to that." 

"Of course," I said, trying to pretend I wasn't a beginner at the screwing 
trade. 

"Shall we go into the bedroom?" Roger suggested, with a sly, happy smile 
forming on his face. 

"Where else?" I chuckled, "And bring the bottles into the bedroom with us. 
I'll probably need all the help I can get-" 

"Sure," Jeff said, going over to the bar, and picking up the three bottles 
of booze they had bought for this special event. The bedroom was huge, and 
the king-size bed gave ample room for all of us. No wonder they have such 
big beds I thought-the better to fuck orgy style on. ! I hopped on the bed, 
and then Roger did a funny thing. He handed me a large piece of white cloth, 
and said, "Wrap this around your eyes, and see if you can tell who you are 
sucking when you are blindfolded." 

"What kind of game is that?" 

"One of our own," Jeff laughed, "We invented our own little sex games. We 
like to see how good a cocksucker our chicks are. If they're really sharp 
they can learn to tell whose cock they're eating." 

"Let me look at your cocks first-close-up," I insisted, "I don't know how I 
could ever tell them apart unless I looked at them." 

Both men closed in on me, and held their penises out proudly for me to 
examine. 

Jeff was blonde, and Roger was olive-skinned. They had different shades of 
hair, different color skin tones, but their penises were so much alike, both 
circumcised, and enormous heads I didn't know how I could tell them apart 
when I would be sucking on them. 

"We're ready," Roger said, "Now get that blindfold on." I put the blindfold 
in place, and then I felt someone straddling me. With my head on the pillow, 
and my mouth open, I let one of them slide inside me. I knew I had a 
fifty-fifty chance to tell who I was sucking on, but nevertheless, it seemed 
impossible to analyze. 

Finally, I managed to think it might be Roger. He shoved it in so far I felt 
it touching the back of my throat, and his balls bounced on my chin. But he 
never said a word, that would be a giveaway. Suddenly, he slid himself out 
of me, and then I sensed what he wanted me to do. He was lowering himself 
right on my face. I let my tongue lash out, and soon I was licking all 
around his tight anus. Then, I jabbed it up there, and thrust it back and 
forth. It was funny how he wiggled his ass every direction while I sucked 
him, and his balls bounced on me. I could smell him, and the sweet smell of 
the sweat of his loins appealed to me. He was clean, and I didn't mind 
licking and sucking on his ass. Yet, I still had no idea who he was. Then, 
he pulled his ass off me, and soon, he was slipping his penis into my mouth. 
I started sucking on it, and I think he enjoyed that a lot because I knew 
how to apply just the right amount of suction to his joint to keep him 
thrusting. 

While he couldn't talk, he could drive it down my throat, and gasp and groan 
and grunt. 

"Ahhh, ohhh, yes, yes," a voice finally said, and I thought for sure it was 
Roger, but I still couldn't be a hundred percent sure. 

My hands went to his buttocks, and I held on tight while he stabbed my face 
with his prick.- 

And then, he rammed it down my throat so far I thought I'd gag. A few hard 
thrusts, at this angle did magic for me. I suddenly felt the hot sperm 
shooting, and I gasped for air, almost unable to breathe. Whoever it was 
fucking me, he was really loaded, and then so I could managed to enjoy the 
delicious taste of his sperm-which I'll admit candidly I did enjoy, I pulled 
away, so I could taste. 

He knew this, and when recognizing how much I really enjoyed this 
excitement, he shot his gun off again, his body trembling, and he quit the 
act bit, and gasped, "Oh, cocksucker, suck ... eat my load, baby, eat it up. 
Yes, yes, suck that cock-eat that joint. Ahhh, ohhhh, yes-yes, suck it, suck 
it clean, baby-ahhhh!" 

The hot taste of his creamy thick cum was indeed delicious and I sucked his 
cock completely. 

He pulled out, and I smiled up at him, "How was it, Tiger?" and the 
blindfold came off. "Who did you think it was?" 

"I thought it was you, Roger," I laughed. 

"Pretty good," Jeff commented, "How about a booze break?" 

"I could use one," I chuckled. "Incidentally, how was I?" 

"You were beautiful," he smiled, "You really were. You know how to give a 
fantastic cocksuck-like nothing I ever had before, and your ass suck is 
simply super." 

"I'm glad you liked it," I laughed, "Now, get me that drink-I'm thirsty." 

"Didn't I feed you?" Roger laughed, amused, and delighted that our sex was 
going so well. 

The drink tasted good going down, and I was glad when I had a chance to 
finish Jeff's big hard-on. I was tired of seeing him walking around with 
that huge pecker-meat standing up, needing its release so bad. 

He got on the bed, and straddled my chest. He slowly lowered himself, and 
soon I felt him pressing my tits against his hard cock. 

Then, he let go, and aimed his cock for my mouth. 

"Suck me, Valerie," he smiled, and then he thrust it in my mouth. Instantly, 
I let my tongue whip around its smooth-surfaced head, and let my teeth bite 
down gently. He liked it, but warned me, "Easy on the teeth, honey. I'm 
going to need it a while longer." 

I let up on my teeth, and then I felt good to have his penis driving down my 
throat like that. 

"Suck it, honey," he blurted, "Yes, yes, like that. Just like that." 

He grasped my head and held me in line while he went to town on me. I liked 
it ever so much and felt fortunate indeed to have him doing me like this. 
But, he wanted his ass suck too because a moment later, he said, "Release my 
prick, baby, I want to have you eat my ass out." 

I let his penis slip out, and then he got his butt right over my face and 
lowered himself. I gripped his firm, round buttocks with my hands, and 
slowly let my tongue tickle his anus. 

"That tickles," he chuckled. 

Then, I' let my tongue lash around his tight, quivering anus, suddenly 
stiffening my tongue and stabbing it up there. He went out of his gourd, 
when I tongue-fucked him for a few lusty seconds. 

"Oh, baby, you're driving me up the wall," he groaned, going up and down 
with his hot, tight ass-hole. 

Then, he had to pull off. 

"Baby, it I kept that up, I'd shoot my wad." 

"Let me jerk it a minute," I said, looking up at him, and then I grasped it 
roughly and pulled fiercely. He liked it too. 

"Oh, yes, like that. More, lover, more!" 

By manipulating it up and down swiftly, he got so excited I knew I wouldn't 
have to wait long for him to spurt his juices in my mouth. 

"Suck it, honey, suck it off!" 

Now, he was going to town, driving it savagely down my throat, and Roger was 
hard again. He came over and watched. Gripping his penis in his hand, he 
unashamedly jerked it up and down, enjoying the sight of Jeffs huge tool 
sliding in and out of my mouth. 

"Eat him," Roger cried, "Eat that prick. Eat it up!" 

The combined enthusiasm of the three of us enjoying each other sexually was 
building to the breaking point. The big, hairy balls of Jeff were bouncing 
on my chin as he stabbed my face. 

"Suck that dick, suck it off, go after the juice," he cried excitedly. 

Side-glancing I saw us in the mirror. Jeff's ass was bouncing up and down as 
he gave me his prick. 

"Ahhh, yes, baby, that's it: Eat my dong! Eat that big prick! Suck it, hear 
me, baby, suck my cock!" 

I grasped his rampaging ass and held it, and enjoyed feeling him. Then, I 
parted his ass-cheeks, and let one finger glide up his tight, anus and he 
loved that. 

"Finger-fuck my ass-hole, honey," he demanded, "Now, we're really balling. 
Fuck it off. Ohhh, yes, come on, honey, fuck me-fuck me good!" 

He thrust it farther down, and suddenly exploded. I felt the hot cum 
flashing down my throat, and then I saw his buddy Roger coming. The hot 
sperm spurted out of his joint, landing on my titties. 

"Beautiful," Roger cried, "Lick the cum off her titties!" At this point, 
Jeff was so excited, he pulled out of my mouth, and bent over and licked 
Roger's creamy, thick cum off my titties. At this point, Roger got down on 
my pussy and started licking. The two of them licking at me was driving me 
crazy. I loved it so much. Jeff nibbled on my titties, and sucked them 
alternately. 

Roger let his tongue stab up my gash passionately licking my vaginal walls, 
and then he focused his tongue action on my clitoris. I loved the feel of 
him wrapping his tongue around my snatch, and sucking. It was like a small, 
sensitive, hard penis inside my snatch, and when he sucked I couldn't hold 
on for long. 

"Suck my pussy," I begged, "Suck it-eat my cunt-eat it out, clean it out. 
Yes, yes, suck that cunt!" 

I was really excited when I felt myself gushing, and his tongue reaching 
inside me, and then to my great surprise, Jeff joined him. Their faces 
pressed against each other a their tongues jointly reached inside my juicy 
vagina and licked me there. 

"Oh, wow!" I groaned, "I'm coming again. Eat me, eat my pussy, you dirty 
cunt eaters, eat me-ahhh, ohhh, yes, yes, tongue fuckers." 

And they got another load of my pussy juice, having turned me on so much I 
had to make it again. 

Finally, I saw them move away, licking their lips and laughing. "How was I?" 

"You were sweet sucking," Jeff smiled, "Say, baby, why don't we order 
something from the hotel? We could use some food." 

"I'd like a big steak," I announced, "I'm starved-" 

"Alright, you can have a steak," Roger said, going over to the phone, and 
ordering, "We'd like the best steak in the house and bring up a bottle of 
champagne too-French champagne, 1957." And then he came back to the bed, and 
they both put their arms around me. 

"This is tremendous," I laughed, "I've got two lovers instead of one, and I 
like this twice as much." 

"We just happen to like to share the same woman," Roger explained, "We met 
in college and we shared chicks there-and we decided there wasn't any reason 
in the world we couldn't continue to do this-" 

"That's weirdo," I laughed. 

"Don't knock it," Jeff grinned, "There are a lot of weirdo people in the 
world. The squares are dull. We follow our feelings-if you know what I 
mean." 

"I do know," I said, "I've been doing the same thing. It's like living in an 
illusion and loving it." 

"Precisely, "Roger laughed, "Everything is fine as long as the illusion 
lasts." 

 CHAPTER THIRTEEN 

The thing that got me disgusted was how much they expected. It wasn't enough 
to go through one act, they wanted and demanded another. 

"Now, how about the ass ride?" Roger smiled. 

"How about it?" I snapped, "Haven't you had enough?" Roger looked at Jeff. 
Jeff shook his head, and they both exchanged knowing glances, and finally 
said flatly, "No-we want to give it to you up the ass-hole!" 

"All right, I guess I can take it that way if you insist." And so they 
promptly proceeded to get out the Vaseline and get ready to ram it home. 

"How about a double-fuck?" Roger smiled, "I could do it up your ass-hole, 
while he fucks your cunt?" 

"Sounds ghastly," I told him in no uncertain terms, "but I suppose you must 
get your money's worth. We wouldn't want you to lose out on anything." 

"That's the girl," Roger teased, tapping me on the butt, and then I got up 
on the bed, and lay on my side. It didn't take long for Jeff and Roger to 
lay on each side of me. Jeff was behind me, and I felt him sliding his 
greasy tool up my behind. When he got to the point of my tight anal ring, 
I'll admit I flinched. 

"Relax," he insisted, "It won't hurt you if you'll just relax-" 

I tried relaxing but it was with much difficulty. When he finally thrust 
himself inside me and I felt him driving it up there, I was grateful he'd 
made it at last. And once it was in, and my ass muscles had accepted him I 
could take it. And then Roger began sliding his penis into my cunt. He got 
it in smoothly, and the two of them were doing me from before and behind. 

"How does it feel?" Jeff asked. 

"Not bad-now that you've gotten it up there," I told him. 

"That's good," he chuckled, "I'm enjoying it, just keep that ass grinding, 
okay?" 

"Okay," I told him, "Fuck it good-get your rocks off." I churned my butt 
around, and he drove it up there with hard, driving force. 

"Ahhh, ohhh, yes, baby, yes," he gasped as he drove it in up to the hilt. 

At the same time I felt Roger sliding his tool in my pussy. To my own 
surprise I was enjoying getting it both ways at the same time. Both men were 
trying to be somewhat considerate and this helped. 

"Grab it, baby," Roger smiled, "Yes, faster-like that, honey. More, keep 
that up some more!" 

I kept my body vibrating to the beat of their cock thrusts, churning my ass 
for Jeff and grabbing Roger's penis in my cunt, as they both drove their 
dicks into me. 

"That's it," Roger gasped, "Fuck me! Fuck it, baby!" His hot cock drove 
inside me, and I thrilled to every cock-thrust. I wanted him to get his gun 
off and fast so I supplied what help I could with some snapping pussy 
movements. 

"Hey, baby, you're snapping your cunt the way I like it." Roger exclaimed, 
instantly recognizing my snapping pussy movements. 

"Good grind, eh, lover?" I laughed, as I kept the alternating current going 
in my cunt as he drove it to me. "Fuck me, baby, that's how I like 
it-fuck-off!" 

"Don't forget me!" Jeff insisted, and I turned to smile up at his sweating 
face as he drove it harder up there, "How can I with those nine inches 
driving up there?" 

"Ohhh, now, now, I'm there," he groaned, driving his penis in up to the 
hilt. I felt the hot, pulsating male member explode. His hot, sticky cum 
kept shooting. And his orgasm somehow triggered Roger's orgasm for he shot 
his gun off too. At that moment, I gripped his penis and milked it. 

"Oh, baby, you're beautiful," Roger gasped, as he kept unloading his sperm 
inside me. I kept my cunt muscles moving, and enjoyed satisfying him like 
that. 

Finally, both men pulled out of me, and I was left alone. I thought that 
would be all there was but it wasn't. They said we ought to have something 
to eat, and I couldn't have agreed more. All that fucking had taken a lot 
out of me and I was exhausted. 

After we'd enjoyed a good meal, Jeff smiled his strange smile at me, and 
winked, "I'll bet you I've got an idea you never thought of-" 

"What?" 

"Come back into the bedroom and we'll show you," he insisted, taking my hand 
and leading me back. 

I'd just have soon stayed in the living room, but he wanted me to return 
with him-so I went. 

"You lie on your bed on your stomach," he ordered me, and I obeyed. I turned 
just in time to see him holding a wide leather belt up in the air. I 
flinched as I felt it lash across my bare buttocks. 

"What in hell are you trying to do to me?" I demanded angrily. "I won't 
stand for this-" 

And suddenly from the other side of me, another voice spoke up loud and 
clear, "Oh, yes you will!" 

Next I saw Jeff holding another belt, and he brought it crashing down on me. 

"Oh, God, stop it," I begged them both. "You're out of your minds to have 
fun whipping my poor, sore ass-stop it, do you hear me? Stop this damned 
madness!" 

However, my persistent cries for them to stop whipping me didn't deter them 
from going right on. And then I saw why. The whip was wielded with one hand, 
while the other hand stroked the penis. Each man was jacking-off and 
whipping at the same time-my pain producing their pleasure. 

"I'm no masochist," I cried, "Stop it you damned sadists!" 

As they pulled on their penises, I could see the tense, wild-eyed 
expressions on their faces, and the sweat streaking down their bodies as 
they heated up to continue lashing my poor body. 

"Stop it, you fools," I cried, "You can't get by with this-now stop it." 

Ever faster, they continued until I felt my skin burning from the repeated 
lashes across my back, across my bare butt. No wonder Wayne hadn't tried to 
tell me what they got their charge out of. He knew very well, I'd never, 
never go out on the assignment. And I could just envision him getting a nice 
fat fee on the side for subjecting me to this torture. 

"Wiggle you ass for me," Roger demanded. 

"No, dammit," I snapped, "I won't wiggle a damned thing for you until you 
stop beating me-can't you understand that?" 

But my tactics only backfired! Instead of stopping the whipping, they only 
increased their belt lashes until I cried out once more in a vain effort to 
stop them. Then, I saw why, they wanted to shoot their rocks off on my bare 
naked body on the bed, and both men were almost there. 

"Get it off," I pleaded, "Get your cocks off, and stop this damned 
nightmare." 

At last I felt the hot splash of sperm, as Roger got his penis off. It went 
all over my buttocks, and in a moment I felt another hot spurt of sperm 
landing on my ass. Jeff had gone off too. 

But the weird sex ceremony was far from over. At that point, both men hopped 
on the bed, and started licking the cum off my tender butt. Their repeated 
whipping with the two belts had produced an intense heat, and redness in my 
buttocks. I could barely stand anybody touching me now, it was so sore. But, 
they both wanted to lick the cum off me, and to my vast surprise, I saw them 
starting to pry my butt apart. 

"I'll eat her ass out while you suck her pussy," Roger suggested.- 

They rolled me over, and soon I felt Jeff's hot tongue lashing along my 
slit. He suddenly stabbed me with his now-stiff tongue, and soon I felt his 
thrusting tongue licking the hot, excited walls of my vagina. 

At the same time, Roger's tongue was licking all around my ass-hole. I'll 
confess it did feel sensational to have two tongues at my genitals; one at 
my vagina, the other at my anus. Then, Roger's tongue thrust up my 
quivering, hot ass-hole, and I was getting tongue-fucked, and cunt-fucked at 
the same time. 

It felt so good, I had to turn and twist in pleasure as the erotic 
excitement surged through my body. 

"Ahhh, ohhhh, yes, yes, I like that." I groaned in delight, as I thrilled to 
what they were doing to me. 

"How's that?" I blurted, "Are you enjoying sucking my ass out? Does my pussy 
taste good?" 

Neither man would take his tongue out my holes to reply, but they both 
bobbed their heads up and down in a positive response. 

Finally, the hot tongue searching inside my cunt, began licking on my clit. 
That did it. I couldn't take much of this sexual ecstasy, and I felt myself 
going. 

"Ohhhh, ahhhh, I'm coming, I'm coming," I groaned, as I felt myself gushing. 
It didn't take long for Jeff to eat me, and Roger kept his tongue-fucking 
action going until he finished. Just as Roger slid his tongue out of my 
anus, and Jeff pulled away from my vagina, I saw the light of dawn streaking 
across the horizon. "Oh, my God, we fucked all night," I sighed. 

"Sure, we did," Roger laughed, "what's wrong with that?" 

"Oh, nothing, I guess," I said, as I got up and went into the bathroom. I 
cleaned myself out, and then took a much needed shower. 

"No need to go-you can stay the rest of the night," Roger chuckled when he 
saw me starting to get dressed. 

"Sorry, but somebody is expecting me home!" 

"Who?" Jeff chuckled, "Your husband or maybe better yet your girl friend-if 
you know what I mean." 

"Sorry," I said, double-checking to make sure I still had the money, "It's 
only my son-but I must get home." 

"You support a son doing this?" Roger broke up laughing. 

"Yes, can you think of a better way for a Mom to earn a living?" 

"Well, no," Jeff chuckled with good humor. 

I finally got out of there, and I took a taxi back to our apartment. I 
slipped in quietly, and was so thankful to see my beloved Arthur lying there 
peacefully and quiet, like any other good boy. 

But I had great difficulty going to sleep. It seemed as though I was 
slipping as if my feet were on quicksand. Every time I'd try to pull myself 
out, I'd slip farther and farther into the hole, until finally I was being 
sucked down into the earth to be buried alive. 

Nightmares like this would being me back to full consciousness quickly, and 
I'd feel my body breaking out in a cold sweat. 

Finally, Arthur woke up, and got out of bed. 

He again wrote a note out for me. I heard him, but didn't want to let on I 
was awake. 

The total exhaustion of all the sex and drinking of the night before had 
left me in such a horrible frame of mind I didn't want to communicate with 
anyone until I could rest and collect my thoughts. 

When he went out of the room, and I heard the front door lock as he left for 
breakfast, I looked at his note. 

"Dear Mom," it began, "I'm going out for breakfast, and then will go surfing 
on the beach. Will see you at lunch, and if I can't make it, dinner for 
sure. Love, Arthur." 

I put his note down, thankful I'd taught him to always let me know where he 
was at, and what he was doing. Now, I could get some much needed rest 
myself. 

At last I got back into bed, and went to sleep. But once again, nightmares 
haunted me. 

Arthur's father seemed to appear before me, and it was like he was real. He 
caught us having sex together, and he came over to the bed, and yanked 
Arthur off me, and screamed, "You foul, demented molester. Screwing your own 
son, you rotten bitch! Take this!" 

And then he began beating me up. I awoke, and heard myself screaming, but 
nobody was there, and the morning sunshine was flooding the room. 

 CHAPTER FOURTEEN 

A short time later, Arthur came back from the beach. 

"Why, you're getting so dark you look like a native Hawaiian I laughed. 

"You should get out in the morning sun," he insisted. "It is really 
fabulous." 

"I've got to take my shower," I told him, "I guess it is rather late-" 

"Almost one p. m., " he laughed, "I guess you were out pretty late with your 
boss. How did it go?" 

"Very good," I smiled, as I got out of bed, and headed for the shower. The 
warm water pouring over my body followed by the brisk cold water brought me 
back to life, and when I went back into the bedroom there was Arthur on the 
bed beating his meat. 

"Son, you shouldn't do that," I insisted. 

"I've got to get my gun off," he said earnestly. 

"Well, what am I here for?" I smiled, going over to the bed and reaching for 
a pillow. I pushed it under his buttocks, and he lifted up for me. 

"I'll jerk it while I rim your ass-hole." I smiled. 

"I like that," he grinned, "And I can see you licking around my ass-hole 
while I watch in the mirror." 

My hand grasped his penis, and I began pumping up and down with all my 
might. It felt good to feel him beneath me like that, and the taste of his 
sweet butt was good to my tongue. 

"Stab it all the way in," he demanded, "Get it up there!" I stiffened my 
tongue, and suddenly thrust it up his tight channel. He wiggled around my 
tongue like he was flipping out, and my hand almost lost its grip on his 
cock. 

"Now, you're doing it," he blurted excitedly. "Ohh, Mom-eat my ass out-eat 
it out." 

No doubt about it, this boy liked having his ass sucked, and fucked, and I 
was just the one to do it to him, because I dearly loved him. 

But, as he wiggled his butt about, I had a hard time holding my tongue 
inside him. The passionate pleasure that flashed though his body apparently 
made it next to impossible for him to stay in one position. 

"Oh, Mom, gobble my prick juice, I'm almost there," he begged me. And so I 
grabbed his penis and quickly sucked on the head of it. Then, I let my mouth 
travel down its long length to the base, and now I used my finger in his 
anus to excite him. With one hand gripping his cock, the other sliding up 
his ass-hole, Arthur was getting his jollies. 

"That's it, go way back on it, and then slide down-like that-ohhhh, yes-I 
like that!" 

The excitement built, and I finally felt the penis exploding in my mouth. I 
sucked on it, and it suddenly shot again. The hot, creamy thick cum Arthur 
gave me always tasted so delicious it was difficult for me to stop sucking 
once he started shooting. 

"Oh, Wow," he groaned in delight, "You're too much, Mom-Ahhh, ohhh, keep 
sucking me. 

I hung on for dear life, and didn't stop sucking at his meaty penis head 
until he'd finished. By now, I was so worked up, I needed something too. 

"Baby," I smiled up at him, "How would you like to eat Mama's pussy?" 

He looked at me with that little-boy look and nodded, a happy sparkle 
surfacing in his eyes. I got up, and straddled him, guiding my vagina to his 
mouth. Once it was even with his mouth, he shot out his tongue and started 
licking along my slit. 

"Oh, yes," I panted, "That's it, baby-love Mama!" Love Mama, he did. His 
tongue stiffened and he suddenly stabbed me there and let his tongue whip 
around my clitoris. 

"Ahhh, ohhh," I stammered, as the waves of passion swept over me, at the 
sight of my own son sucking my snatch. I guided him, helping his with 
valuable knowledge that he would need to know when he had his own wife and 
wanted to please her. 

"Baby, play with Mama's titties, while you eat my cunt!" His strong arms 
reached up and he grabbed them roughly. 

"Not so rough, baby-easy does it!" 

He ceased being quite so rough, and I gyrated my hips as I threw my self 
back and forth to slide on his advancing tongue. Then, I felt his tongue 
back and forth at an ever increased tempo. Now, I was flipping out! 

"Eat me, ohhhh, baby, eat me," I begged him. The hot jabs of his tongue were 
driving me wild. Once again Arthur reminded me of his father and what a 
super fucker he was. 

And once again, the thought of giving him up shot through me like a sword. I 
loved him so much it was total torture to ever think of releasing him. 

"Suck me, honey-that's it. Let your tongue wander around inside me. Yes, 
baby, yes-that's how I like it. Ohhh, ahhh, use your fingers on my nipples. 
Pinch them! Ohhh, baby, I love you, I love you," I moaned. 

The wonderful sensations he was producing with his hands on my breasts, and 
his face pressed tightly to my vagina, with his tongue threshing about 
inside me was too much. 

"Now, ohhhh, yes, yes," I groaned, "I'm there, baby, lap it up-eat Mama's 
hot cunt. Eat it, baby, eat it!" My pussy juices gushed, and he devoured me. 
I loved it and he did too. We had achieved our own scintillating climax, and 
I was grateful for the chance to have my beautiful boy love his Mom once 
more. 

Finally, he finished licking me clean, and I pulled away. I got up and went 
into the shower, and as soon as I got into the shower Arthur was behind me. 

"Honey, we'll never get to our lunch if you keep this up," I reminded him 
with a laugh. 

"Mom," he said huskily, "I'm hard again-" 

"But, baby, I just sucked it off," I told him flatly. "Really-" 

"Let's shower together," he smiled, and again I was completely captivated 
with him and didn't object to his joining me in the shower. 

We each took a bar of soap and began running it over each other's bodies. I 
enjoyed washing his genitals. "Turn around, baby and let me wash your sweet 
ass out," I laughed, and Arthur turned around. I let the soap slide down his 
back to the swell of his buttocks, and then I washed him there as he parted 
his legs enough to allow me to soap his hot ass-hole out. 

Next, he turned around, and displayed his prick for me. I took it in my 
hand, and began washing it generously. I also reached down and massaged his 
balls. 

"Oh, Wow," he stammered, "I'm so-hot-now, let me play with you!" 

He came closer, and I felt the tip of his prick pressing against the surface 
of my stomach while he washed my breasts, making a big soap suds and then he 
went down to my vagina and soaped me there. I enjoyed this, and what drove 
me up the wall was when he got me to turn around and wash my back. He let 
the soap slide all around my back, and then he asked eagerly, "Mom, spread 
your legs and let me clean your ass-hole." 

Spreading my legs, I felt his hands wandering around down there, and soon he 
was almost shoving the soap up me. But in a moment, he put the soap back in 
the soap dish on the side of the wall, and I felt him bringing his penis 
closer to my buttocks. With both hands, he pried my ass-cheeks apart, and 
his soapy penis slide smoothly to my tight anal ring. And then his arms went 
about me suddenly, and he drove forward. 

"Hold tight, Mom! This is it!" 

Now, he was determined to fuck my ass. He drove his dick up my tight anal 
channel, and because it was so soapy and slick, and my ass-hole soapy too, 
it went in smoothly. 

Oh, Mom, isn't this fantastic?" he gasped, "Keep fucking, churn your ass 
around. Oh, yes, that's how it's done. Fuck it! Fuck my ass! Ohhh, baby, 
yes!" 

I kept my ass in motion. By now I was frankly developing quite a bit of 
style and know-how when it came to giving a horny man a good ass-grind. 

"Grab it," he demanded, "Yes, tighter! Now, you're on. Ohhhh, Mom-fuck it, 
fuck it, Mama, fuck it!" 

There was no reason why he couldn't give me total erotic delight, if he'd 
listen to me. 

"Baby, get your hands going on me-that's it-keep working at my titties, like 
you did when you were eating my snatch." 

It felt beautiful to have his fingers playing with my breasts, while his 
cock slammed away up my hot ass-hole. 

"Fuck me," I begged him. "Now, you're doing it. I can feel your nuts jigging 
against my ass when you slam it all the way in. Yes, yes, Ohhhh, son, I love 
it, I love it." 

I did too. I could compare the way he did it with the way the other men did 
their thing. He was much better than they were at getting his kicks, and I 
loved him for it. 

"Now, play with my cunt, honey," I told him, "You might as well get used to 
using your fingers down there." 

Arthur let his hands sweep down to my vagina, and he stuck his fingers in my 
slit. He worked them energetically back and forth as he went to town, 
exciting me. 

"That's it, lover," I groaned in delight as I felt his fingers working away 
at my clit, attempting to bring me to a quick climax. 

Now, it was a two-way action, his prick stabbing my tight, hot ass-hole, and 
his fingers at my clit, both of us trying to achieve our climax on target. 

"I like it when you grab my peter," he told me, while he went on fingering 
me. "That's it. Use your ass muscles like you use your cunt." 

I knew what he meant. He wanted me to duplicate the 'snapping-pussy' 
treatment only from the rear. I grabbed his prick with my ass muscles, and 
grabbed it good. Then, I released it, and grabbed it again. 

"How we doin'? " I smiled at him. 

"Ahhh, ohhh, Mom, that's wild," he panted, "I loved it. I love 
it-fuck-fuck-fuck it off!" 

"Keep those fingers flying faster," I begged him. "Now, like that. Ohhhhh, 
yes, you've got the hang of it." 

Together our sex pace was building, and suddenly it happened. I felt myself 
gushing in his fingers, and his penis exploded in my ass-hole. I grabbed it, 
squeezing the hot fluid out of him, as he drove it to the hilt, his balls 
once more bouncing on my bare buttocks. 

"Oh, Mom," he blurted, "We made it-ahhhh, ohhh, that's beautiful. Don't stop 
now. Keep your ass moving!" 

I knew enough not to stop without him telling me. But, I didn't mention it 
to him. Instead, I kept my ass gyrating, and he kept thrusting. 

"That's it, Mom-turn on the heat!" 

My ass kept churning, but his fingers all but died out in my snatch, so I 
put a fire under him. 

Baby, you keep those fingers moving in Mama's snatch. That's how I want 
it-Oh, yes, yes!" 

He did as I told him, and we both got a few more electrical charges out of 
our screw. Then, he slowly, smoothly slid his dripping with cum prick out of 
my ass-hole, and took his fingers out of my cunt. 

"Now, we need a shower," I laughed, "But you take one first-if we take 
another one together, you might get a hard-on again, and we'll never get to 
lunch." 

So, I stepped out of the shower, and let him finish by himself. After that, 
I took mine. 

Then, I applied plenty of body splash, and slipped into my clothes seconds 
later, and hurried out with my wonderful son to lunch. 

As I looked at some of the other tourists, I suddenly realized I could use 
some light weight clothes. Neither of us looked like we were properly 
dressed for the tropics. 

As we sat down to order lunch, I told him, "After we eat, let's go shopping! 
We could buy a few things." 

"Aw, Gee, Mom you're beautiful," he smiled. And a waiter appeared above us 
at that moment, and he blurted, "I just have to say this-you two are the 
happiest Mother and son I've ever seen. So many of those kids from the 
states fight with their parents, and carry on something awful. It's nice to 
know there are still people like you left around." 

"Why, thank you," Mom smiled, "We do love each other, and he respects me, 
and I respect him." 

Little did the waiter know how wrong he was in regarding us as the ideal 
mother and son setup. Pity he couldn't see us in action, and then he'd have 
some other comments to make. 

"I'll get the tropical fresh vegetable salad," I smiled up at him, "with 
Ry-Krisps-I'm watching my weight." 

"You don't have to," he smiled, "You've got everything under control." 

Arthur was a bit surprised at the waiter's boldness, but I wasn't. No doubt, 
he was trying to put the make on me, and doing it rather subtly. 

After we'd had a good lunch, we went back to our apartment, and I picked up 
the money that we'd take to go shopping. We then decided to go shopping, and 
Arthur immediately told me what he had in mind. 

"Mom-forget the clothes, I want a surfboard," he said flatly. 

"But, Arthur, I'm afraid for you to use one. Those tremendous waves might be 
too much for you." 

"No, Mom," Arthur went on, "I want to do what all the other kids are doing." 

"If you promise me you'll be real careful," I insisted, "Maybe I will 
agree-" 

"Oh, Mom," he gasped, and like a young boy he was around my neck with his 
arms, and kissing the side of my face. 

"Stop that," I chuckled, "Somebody might get the idea we're lovers!" 

"Oh, Mom-we are lovers. Now, I'll get to go surfing and have a ball-I love 
it here, I love you!" 

I was delighted to see him so happy. There wasn't a reason in the world why 
we shouldn't live it up. It was just that I did want him to be careful. 

So, we went shopping. It didn't take long to find a place that had surf 
boards. The only thing that amazed me was the price. They began at $75, and 
went sky high. 

"Why don't you begin with the cheapest one?" I tried to get him to think my 
way. But, he wouldn't have it, "Oh, no, Mom-those are for beginners-" 

"Well, what are you?" 

"I'm no beginner," he declared adamantly, "I've been out there surfing every 
day, and I'm good at it too." 

I could see I had no alternative but to do what he wanted me to do. So, I 
went along with him and bought the hundred twenty five dollar size he wanted 
so badly. After that I told him I'd go shopping for my things alone, and he 
could go back to our apartment if he wanted to. 

He liked the idea, for it would mean he'd run down to the beach, and try out 
his new surfboard, no doubt leaving me a note if he could remember-under 
such intense pleasure potentials as the surfboard created. 

I went on by myself and selected some light weight items that I thought 
would go well with the climate. Then, I thought I owed it to my customers to 
pick some shocking pink panties and bra. But the saleswoman insisted, "Every 
woman should have at least one panties and bra outfit in her wardrobe. It is 
good for you know what!" 

"What's makes you say I'd know what?" I snapped, not caring one iota for the 
little bitch's subtle hint I was a hooker. 

"I mean, honey-husbands go for this sort of thing." Her answer got her off 
the hook, but I still felt subconsciously she was saying something else. 

"Yes, of course," I said, "I suppose I should take one set of the black 
lace-and the pink too." 

"You won't regret it," she smiled, and again I felt the trace of snide 
sarcasm in her tone. 

"Thank you," I said crisply, handing her the money. I would have to have 
only a fifty dollar bill. She looked at it knowingly, and said, "Don't you 
have anything smaller?" 

Finally I cut loose, and slashed away, "No, honey-the people I deal with 
only carry large bills." 

"I see," she smiled, "You're lucky!" Again, her acid-tipped comment could be 
taken two ways. "I guess I am," I grinned, "And so are they!" , "I'm sure," 
she winked, as she went to the cash register, and rung up the sale, giving 
me back the change. I counted it, carefully, and then looked up and said, 
"Thank you too much!" 

"Anytime," she said a trifle too sweetly, as she strode off to wait on 
another customer. 

Going out of the store, I figured that there probably were plenty of hookers 
working Waikiki. After all, money was plentiful at a top tourist spot, and 
where there was money, there were men who wanted women-other than their 
wives. 

So, what the hell I said to myself, why not cash-in on my good fortune. I 
could just thank my lucky stars that I decided to make the trip here at all. 

 CHAPTER FIFTEEN 

When I got back to the apartment sure enough, my thoughtful son Arthur had 
left a note, but before I could read it my phone was ringing. 

"Hello," I answered quickly, "Oh, Wayne-I just got in. I've been shopping 
all morning-" 

"That's nice, baby doll," he chuckled, "Spend it as fast as you make it, and 
you'll have to fuck a lot more for my service." 

"I guess so," I told him, and then I asked, "What are you calling me about 
this time?" 

"An unusual assignment," he replied. 

"Aren't they all? So what's new?" 

"Just this," he said. "I've got a man and wife team who want you to swing 
every direction-now, don't say you will if it really turns you off, because 
it would be far more embarrassing later if you know what I mean-" 

"I read you right, luv-and I swing where the money is!" 

"Beautiful," he laughed, "I thought you would. Now, it's lucky I caught you 
just in because I've been phoning all morning and I missed you. They want an 
afternoon session, and I'd have had to call Debbie if I hadn't gotten you in 
this time." 

"Good, give me the address-and I'll get out there whenever they want me to." 

"Fine," he laughed, "You should go shopping more often. I detect a definite 
kind of cooperation since you went shopping that was noticeably lacking 
before." 

"Well, luv, if you knew how much money I spent-you'd understand!" 

"Baby," he went on, "I want to give you their address. They live in one of 
the most fantastic houses on the island. Now, it's out in the suburb, and 
you'd better take a taxi. But, don't worry about the cash for that-they'll 
pick up the tab. And you'll pick up a neat two hundred for an afternoon 
session. But, remember, you'll have to get involved with the guy's sweet, 
young wife." 

"I said I could," I assured him again. "What's the address-" 

"5627 Palm Tree Lane, in the suburb of Convida." 

"Got it, okay, luv-I'll do my damnedest to make them both glad they're 
alive." 

The time is three o'clock, and you'll just be able to make it!" 

"Thanks, Wayne, I can't tell you how grateful I am for helping me like 
this-" 

"Anytime," he replied, "You're a good girl, and everybody you've balled with 
loves you." 

"Thanks," I laughed, "I try hard to please!" 

"I know you do, and sometime you'll have to drop around and please me again, 
I like your style." 

"Okay, luv-one on the house for you." 

"Now you're talking," he laughed, "But, baby-I don't want to rush you-but 
you better get cracking!" 

"All right," I said, "thanks luv," and I hung up and went to slip into my 
black lace panties and bra, and put on a cooler dress. Might as well be 
comfortable. 

Then, I phoned the taxi. 

After I'd hung up I noticed the note Arthur had left for me. I picked it up, 
and read, "Dear Mom, I have gone surfing-forgive me-but I couldn't wait, 
lots of love, Arthur." 

"Well, you're happy," I said aloud, and then I went outside to wait for the 
taxi. It seemed like an age before the cab pulled up, but I guess time is 
always exaggerated when you are waiting for someone. 

"Hi," I smiled at the driver, "you took a little longer than I-" 

"Look, lady," he said grimly, "If you were as busy as I am around here, you 
might be a little late too, okay?" 

"Okay," I said, handing him the address on a piece of paper so there'd be no 
misunderstanding about where I was to go. 

"That's the rich bitch section of the island," he smiled, "Yeah-nice to know 
people out there. I only drive out there and back, out there and back. 
Sometime I'd like to stop at one of them mansions, get out, and go swimming 
in their big pools." 

"Well, maybe you'll get acquainted with some nice people and they'll invite 
you out to see them and-" 

The cab driver turned away from me for a moment, and laughed, "Lady, I've 
been here all my life and I never got invited out there, and they're not 
about to now-" 

"I'm sorry." 

"Me too," he said glumly, and then he didn't talk much until he deposited me 
where I was going. 

The house was huge and I could see what Wayne meant when he said I'd have a 
good time there. I was delighted when I pulled up in the cab to see the man 
of the house come toward me with the money to pay for the long haul from 
Honolulu. Then, he introduced himself, "I'm Fred Saunders," he smiled, as we 
went in, and then he introduced his wife, "Meet Cindy," he grinned. Fred was 
obviously greying and older, and Cindy was a very appealing young woman, 
stacked and trim. 

"Hi," Cindy smiled, "How are you today?" 

"Just fine," I smiled, and then Fred didn't mince words. "We like the 
privacy out here, allows us a chance to go swimming nude-in our little lake 
over there." 

"That's what we call our pool," Cindy laughed. Sure enough high shrubs 
closed the pool on three sides, and the ocean was in the distance before us. 
The beach was private and only people in sailboats or on ships could 
possibly see us. 

"Why don't you undress while I go get some bottles for our cabana bar?" Fred 
smiled enthusiastically. 

"Why sure," I smiled right back. I began stripping when Cindy pointed to the 
cabana, "You can undress in there, honey-and you won't have to worry about 
finding a swim suit that fits-your skin is all that you need around here." 

I went into the cabana and it was quite large, like almost every other 
appointment around the fabulous place. Then, I came out bare naked, and 
there before me stood Cindy in the buff. 

"Baby," I smiled, "You look beautiful! You really do!" 

Cindy's well-shaped breasts were almost turning me on. Maybe, I wouldn't 
mind making it with her as much as I thought I would. 

I went over to Fred when I saw him walking down the steps to the pool with a 
tray of booze bottles, and said, "Honey, you haven't taken your clothes off 
yet!" 

Turning to his wife, and laughing aloud, he smiled, "Now, that is what I 
call a sweet little lady. She can't wait to see me naked." 

"Why don't you have her strip your swim-trunks down while you fix our 
drinks?" 

"Good idea," he nodded affirmatively, "Now, what'll you have, baby doll?" 

"I'm a vodka girl," I said, "I'm switching from scotch." He poured me a 
vodka and asked, "Is orange juice with it all right?" 

"Sure," I agreed, and soon he was fixing a marvelous drink for himself and 
his wife-a tropical gin concoction that I was tempted to try myself. 

I pulled his swim trunks down, revealing his huge penis. He was delighted, 
and stepped out of the trunks quickly. After we had sipped our drinks, all 
three of us went for a dip in the pool. 

"Ahhh, isn't that refreshing?" he gasped, when he pulled out of the swimming 
pool. 

"It sure is," I nodded, and then Cindy motioned toward the house, "Let's 
start our three way," she grinned eagerly. We went into their house, and I 
couldn't help but marvel at the beautiful appointments. The blue carpeting, 
with stark white walls, and drapes, and white sofas and chairs made it a 
painting I wished I could keep with me in my mind. 

The bedroom was equally distinctive. Huge sliding glass windows faced the 
sea, and there was a private sun porch, and a double marble topped sink in a 
hall with gold fittings. A fireplace was on one side of the bed, but what 
dominated the room was the bed, with its mirrored headboard. 

"Isn't it sexy?" Cindy smiled. "It sure is," I agreed. 

"Well, we won't detain you long," Fred smiled. "We know time is money and 
we're just giving you a couple hundred, my pet, so we'll play right away." 

"What do we do?" 

"Wayne told you, didn't he?" Cindy demanded, apparently eager to have sex 
with me. 

"Yes, he did," I assured her so she could relax, "and I'm ready to 
roll-anytime you are!" 

"Well," Fred explained, "I'd enjoy watching you two girls go into a hot 
sixty-nine, and I'll give Valerie and ass fuck for good measure." 

"In the mirror it'll add a lot of excitement to see," Cindy said, getting on 
the bed, and stretching out her beautiful body. I lay at an angle beside her 
so my mouth was even with her slit, and I placed my pussy even with her 
face. Soon, she wrapped her legs around me and I felt her hot, sticky tongue 
sliding along my crevice. 

"That's it," Fred commented, eagerly gripping his tool, and pumping 
methodically. 

"Wow!" he exclaimed when he saw my head buried between Cindy's legs, and 
start to suck her gash. 

And then, our hot tongues slid back and forth inside each other. It was a 
sensational feeling and I enjoyed every moment of it. 

Suddenly, I saw Fred, getting up and going out of the room for a moment. 
When he returned he was carrying a tube of something or other in his hand. 
Sitting down on the bed, he began applying some of the tube's contents to 
his prick. Then, he got on the bed, and got his cock even with my butt, and 
began sliding it up me. 

"Hold tight, honey," he said, as he got his cock sliding up my ass-hole. 

"Oh, baby, I like that," he groaned excitedly. "Give it to me-fuck-fuck-fuck 
it off!" 

I found it fascinating being sucked, sucking and getting screwed 
simultaneously. 

And then it happened. Fred's hot, driving thrusts suddenly exploded and he 
shot his gun off that quickly. I knew the timing of his orgasm meant I 
should bring Cindy to her climax quickly. My tongue flipped in and out of 
her slit with piston-precision, and she was doing a really super job on me. 
In a way, I thought, it's easier to suck a female, than a male. Being a 
female myself, I know what it takes to produce this or that sensation. And, 
I'll admit, Cindy was doing a marvelous job of sucking my cunt. 

Her hot, probing tongue did all sorts of great things, and then I had it, I 
gushed, and so did she. We both sucked each other, and Fred kept jabbing 
away and to my surprise came once more, I kept my ass moving, and gripped 
his tool so I could juice it for him just the way he liked it. 

Cindy's pussy juice tasted sweet and I enjoyed eating her. She'd done such 
an expert job of cunt-eating on me, that I thought she deserved the best 
treatment I could give her down there. 

Finally, we pried away from each other. 

"Let me slide out slowly, honey, so it won't hurt," Fred suggested, and he 
got himself out smoothly. Then, he smiled, "Let's top it off with another 
dip and then you're free to fly into another love nest and do your thing." 

"You're beautiful," I said, going right over to him and giving him a kiss on 
the cheek. 

"I'm getting mighty jealous," Cindy laughed, and I turned to see her arms 
outstretched to me. I went running over to her, and held her closely, and 
kissed her lips softly. 

"Break it up, girls-time to swim." 

We pulled apart, and both of us glided down to the patio and pool, and 
plunged into the turquoise water. After a couple of lengths across the pool 
I looked out at the beautiful sea and admired it. 

"I'm going to have a home like this someday," I said, determining I would 
too. 

"Good for you," Fred said, "Why don't you buy that one over there? It's for 
sale!" 

"How much?" 

"Three hundred thousand," he chuckled. 

"Sold," I smiled, "Just what I was in the market for." 

We went back to the bedroom after drying off in the late afternoon sun, and 
Fred gave me a couple hundred bucks, adding twenty for a tip, as he put it. 

I was so glad they didn't keep me forever. Now, I could spend a little time 
with Arthur. He deserved a chance to be with his Mom more often, and this 
kind of earnings made all that possible, and in style. 

When I got back to our pad, I immediately went to wait for him. I fixed 
everything up so we could eat at home. By ordering from a delicatessen 
around the corner, I had everything we needed. But, as time went on, he 
never showed. 

I was tormented now. Where on earth could Arthur be? No doubt he is out 
making it with some filthy rich bitch, I reasoned. Finally, unable to stand 
it any longer I went over to the beach, but the surfers were all in. And 
there was no Arthur. 

I boiled over inside. Here I'd gone to such lengths to make life beautiful 
for him. Rainbows, and sunny beaches, and surfing-as well as a lot of 
motherly love thrown in as well. But, obviously he wasn't returning the kind 
of loyal love he should have considering all I'd done for him. 

Yet, I thought to myself. The poor kid has no damned idea of how I'm coming 
by all the money to live high on the hog. If he knew, then he'd have some 
respect for me andBut I stopped myself. If Arthur knew he'd probably hate 
me, and call me every foul name in the book. Especially if he knew I'd even 
begun eating pussy. It was bad enough to fuck the opposite sex for money 
he'd no doubt decree, but having sex with another woman would turn his 
stomach. So, there was no doubt about it, Arthur might treat me worse if he 
knew everything. But, he should show some gratitude for what he could see 
with his own eyes I was doing for him. 

When he didn't come and didn't come, I said, "Oh hell!" and fixed the food 
for myself. But, even after dinner, he didn't show. I had no doubt in my 
mind what he was doing. Some female had cast her hot eyes on him, and was 
eating his prick right now, and when that was over he'd screw her cunt, fuck 
her ass, and begin all over again with a pussy-eating job. I could see it 
all too vividly, and I was hot as blazes. But what could I do about it? I'd 
given him the know how to please a woman and no doubt he was out practicing 
the very lessons I'd taught him myself, and taught him so well if I do say 
so myself. 

Finally I drank to forget. The moon on the sea helped, and background music 
relaxed me. Finally, after four strong drinks, I fell asleep. When I awoke 
in my arm chair the next morning, sprawled out, and groggy drunk from a 
horrid hangover, Arthur was still not back. 

Then, something told me to check with the police. He would certainly be here 
by ten o'clock I reasoned. 

"Hello," I began, "Do you have a young man there by the name of Arthur-" 

Before I could say anymore, the officer answered, "We didn't pick nobody up 
last night but a kid who caught in the undertow of the surf at Waikiki-" 

"What did he look like?" 

"I can't describe him-you come down and see for yourself-we don't' know who 
he is. He's in the police morgue until we can identify him." 

I was out of my mind now. Arthur was everything to me, and if he was dead, I 
wanted to die. 

I got dressed, and took another drink of bourbon to steady myself for the 
grim chore which lay ahead. 

At the morgue, I made the identification. It was indeed my boy, Arthur. I'd 
killed him buying that awful surf board. He didn't begin to understand how 
treacherous the night sea could become. Oh, God, why did I have to live, and 
Arthur die? I'd give my life in a moment if it could bring him back. 

"What do you want to do?" they asked, as I stood frozen with fear and 
anguish over his corpse. 

"I'll-I'll have him sent back to our home. We were here on a vacation-" 

"That's too bad," the officer said quietly. I made arrangements for his body 
to be shipped back to our hometown. The funeral was a simple memorial 
service. 

After it was over, I decided I'd go back to where we were having such a 
wonderful time. But, that did nothing to ease the hurt I felt stabbing me 
like a knife through my heart. I decided to fly to New York City, and get 
lost in the big city where nobody knew me, and no memories haunted me. 

And that is where I am, now, trying to carve out an existence. I'm working 
as a waitress in a small Greenwich Village restaurant, and now and then I 
make a little side money. But, I'll never find anyone I'll love like my own 
son, Arthur-for I loved him with a passion no one else could ever command. 


THE END
