Chapter 2

Matt could smell smoke and he blinked. Jesus, he thought. How long have I been driving on the four-lane?

He hadn't even realized that the car was now moving up the Interstate at a neat sixty miles an hour. And the smoke? His mother was just inhaling one of the ten Newport's she allowed herself per day and he wished he hadn't looked. Her tits lifted as she pulled in the smoke, and the way they lifted-Jesus, it was something else! She looked at him and smiled. "Penny for your thoughts," she said lightly, blowing a perfect smoke ring. Matt turned his face back to the road ahead.

Just wait, he thought. When I get back from camp, I'm gonna fuck the living shit out of Susie! Oh, God, it is gonna be so good, those hard little tits grinding against me while I ram my dick up her cunt so far it's gonna give her a fucking headache. Her body all naked and glued to mine. Those hard little boobs, that ripe, soft ass, her tight pussy eating my pecker like it's a big ripe sausage- His eyes peeked toward Diana where she sat smoking and he felt a lump building in his throat. Long, lustrous hair, almost black, shining blue overtones in the right kind of light. Tits. He'd peeked in her underwear drawer once, and he knew that she wore a size 38-D bra, and because he'd walked into the house at the wrong time one night he knew what she had to stuff inside those 38-D bras. There was a twinge of shameful arousal between his legs and he hoped his cock didn't stiffen right here, right now, while he was driving and trying not to look at his mother, trying to think about Susie, and all he could see were the big brown berry nipples of his mother's bare tits, hard with lust the way they were that night he almost fell over her and her boyfriend making it on the couch. Susie, he thought. Susie.

Susie was a little girl-only barely eighteen. He wanted to fuck her, really fuck her, but he couldn't stop thinking about the woman who shared the front seat of the car with him, either. His eyes kept moving toward her as she sat smoking, one hand holding the cigarette, the other toying with her long hair. Mothers shouldn't wear their hair all loose and flowing like that. Mothers ought to have gray hair, tied up in a bun. Mothers ought to wear little steel-rimmed glasses and bake cookies and go around in aprons and print dresses. They shouldn't be stacked with tight blue jeans struggling to contain swingy, delicious asses; they shouldn't have 38-D tits that didn't even fucking need bras to stick up and out and make lumps rise in the throat of whoever saw them, even sons.

Matt swallowed hard. Thank Christ he was going off to ROTC camp. Two weeks in the woods ought to be good for him. And when he got back, the first thing he was gonna do was throw a fuck into that bitch Susie, to make up for the two years she'd been holding back on him. Oh, wow, he was gonna fuck her buns off.

I'm just horny, he thought. I want Susie so bad-Jesus, I want anything! I'm so close to getting it, finally, really getting it. There's nothing weird about staring at my morn. Everybody else stares at her. She's a woman worth staring at. Betcha I won't even be having any of these kinky ideas once Susie and I start to get it on!

Slowly he became aware that the radio was playing Jimmy Buffett's "Margaritaville," and he let his body relax with the lazy beat of the music.

He began to tap the dash, keeping time with Buffett's record, and he reminded himself that it was only a three-hour drive to camp. Three 'hours and two weeks, he thought, and my whole life is gonna change.

Diana Flaherty sighed, then stubbed out her cigarette. She popped a breath mint into her mouth. The nicotine she needed, but not the aftertaste of burnt tobacco. She relaxed a little more. The radio was playing soft rock and pop music, and it seemed to hit chords and tones inside her body. She hummed softly with the song, massaging the back of her neck with her hands. Matt was doing a good job driving. She didn't have to keep an eye on him twenty-four hours a day. Her son was becoming a man, almost before her eyes, and she didn't want to stand in his way.

His ROTC camp, for example. At least he wasn't wasting the summer, the way so many other boys did. He had a goal-even if he changed his mind later about becoming an army professional-and she was very sure her son wasn't going to turn out like some boys his age-all aimless and unmotivat-ed.

Matt was a good boy. His father would be proud of him, if his father were still alive. No. He wasn't a boy. He was seventeen years old, almost a man. There was a difference, and that difference probably meant a lot to her son. He even had a girl friend, that darling little Susie Cooper. Diana tilted her head to one side and eyed Matt as he drove. He didn't seem to be aware she was watching him, and that was good, because he seemed so self-conscious lately. Part of growing up, Diana reminded herself. I was the same way at his age.

But, she thought, when I was seventeen, things were a lot different. The world didn't move as fast. There wasn't as much turmoil. Back then, things seemed to happen slower. You could see changes coming, they didn't sneak up on you and bop you over the head. Diana smiled. When I was seventeen, I was a virgin, she thought. Kissed a little, and petted a little, but never below the waist. I wonder if Matt is a virgin. Or does it matter for boys? It didn't seem to then, in the fifties. She tried to imagine her son engaged in sexual intercourse with his little girl friend Susie, that impish little pixy. It didn't seem possible. They were such children, after all! Susie giggled at anything, and Matt was probably too shy for such goings-on. I wonder, Diana thought, how he feels about the idea of sex. But I have a notion he may get a chance to voice his opinion soon.

In a way, it was a good thing he was going off to camp. Right now, at least. She needed some time alone, time to think. It had been two years since Richard's death, and widowhood grew heavy upon Diana Flaherty's shoulders. Richard was the second man she had been in love with, the second man who had fucked her, the first man she had married. Getting over his loss had taken some time, but she had gotten over it. God, Matt resembled his father in so many ways, especially now-the intense way he stared at the road while he drove, the unconscious tapping of his fingers on the dashboard, keeping time with the music though he gave no other sign that he was even aware it was playing. The angle of his nose, the color of his brown eyes, the gold flecks that showed in them occasionally, the set of his chin-almost like seeing a picture of Richard.

She'd been dating a little, recently. There had been a decent period of mourning for her husband, but it couldn't go on forever. The last few months she'd been seeing a couple of men. Seeing? Was that the- right word? Especially where Jake was concerned? Diana felt a blush beginning to spread down her face and she looked away, lest Matt notice and wonder why his mother's face was turning red. She stared resolutely out the window, and she thought about Jake Tracy and the question he'd asked her, only two nights ago, the question she still had not found a way to answer.

She met him on the job. Well, she'd known him for several years, since she'd been working as receptionist for the legal firm Dewey, Cheatham, and Howe, even before Richard died. And Jake Tracy was in and out of the office a good bit. He sympathized with her when she lost her husband, and, like a gentleman, he waited until he could sense the rightness of the moment before asking her out for dinner and dancing. It was exactly the right time, too. She accepted.

He hadn't pressed her, but she knew that he was interested in her body as well as in her intellectual companionship. That wasn't surprising. She had a damned good body. Not many people believed she was thirty-seven, that she had a son who would be a senior in high school come September. Diana took good care of herself. She exercised, she dieted when necessary, and she was an attractive woman who knew she was attractive and didn't have to flaunt it on the world. She could be herself and let it go at that.

They'd been seeing one another for a few months before they first wound up in bed at his place. It was good. Really good. Maybe she was just starved for love, but she responded wildly to his stimulation. He felt her tits, made the nipples engorge with lust, and then he sucked the swollen berries and she knew she was going to come even before he could get his cock into her. She did come, in fact, with his cock in her mouth and his finger in her pussy, tickling her clit while she gave him head with an enthusiasm that astonished Diana. She'd always been good with her mouth- Richard used to revel in her blow-jobs, and she enjoyed giving as much as he loved to take. Jake, it appeared was much the same. And he could eat a pussy too! They sucked one another for what seemed hours before he actually shoved his dong up her dripping snatch, but she was ready by that time, shivering and panting and moaning with her need, and when he shot his cum into her twat, it felt as if he were firing a shotgun up her cunt. She went up and it seemed she would never come ,back to earth. As if she wanted to. "I'd been missing that," she told him afterwards as they shared a cigarette, a drink, and a warm, damp bed. "I've really been missing it."

"Baby," he assured her, running his fingers across her perspiring stomach, "you don't have to miss out on anything. Not while I'm around." Fifteen minutes later, he was in her again, and she came straggling in at three in the morning, red-faced at having to make up a silly story to explain her whereabouts to Matt. The dear boy had been worried and sat up waiting for his wandering Ma. She felt terrible lying to him, but she knew he wouldn't understand, couldn't understand, the truth: she was beginning a new relationship, a sexual relationship, with a man.

I didn't rush into it, Diana reminded herself. She hadn't thrown herself onto Jake, no matter how strongly she felt the urge to do just that. The feel of his cock ramming into the cuntal slot that had been empty for what seemed an eternity, the strong male presence of him next to her as they cuddled before and after sex, the particular taste of his lips on hers, slightly moist with a subtle hint of saltiness-they were all things she had been missing since her husband's death. To find them again, now, was something too much for her to bear calmly. She caught herself whistling as she went about her housework, noticed that occasionally she took a long, long time with her hair, stroking and brushing it the way a sixteen-year-old might.

She let her hair grow longer, too. Right now it hung well -past the midpoint of her shoulders, long and lustrous and glossy. It was a defiant gesture. She didn't feel thirty-seven years old and she didn't have to look thirty-seven, either. Not yet. Diana's body was still in fine condition and she tried to keep it there, exercising, jogging, watching her diet. The only lumps on her frame were the ones God intended women to have. Jake wasn't the only man she went out with.

There was Ned, one of the younger attorneys in the firm. She dated him occasionally. He was a year younger than Diana, just divorced, not a bad catch, if catching had been her intention. She'd only fucked him once, and that more or less by accident. Handling one sexual affair was enough for Diana Flaherty-she didn't think she could cope with two at the same time and it didn't seem proper.

Anyway, she was growing more and more convinced that in days to come, she'd only have one of the two men to deal with. Ned was a friend-a good friend, but neither he nor Diana expected their friendship to be anything more than that. Jake, on the other hand, had different ideas.

Two nights ago he'd brought her home from a dinner date. Usually they went to his place, but she had some special homemade pie and ice cream she wanted to serve him for dessert, and anyway, Matt was going to be out very late with a couple of his friends from school. There wouldn't be any interruptions. She had only fucked Jake in her home one time and as they left the restaurant Diana felt her heart skipping merrily, for she knew this was going to be the second time. The way he squeezed her hand, brushed against her from behind as he helped her into the car, she was pretty sure he knew, too. His hand rubbed for a moment, stroking her ass through a double layer of chiffon skirt and skimpy nylon panties, and she closed her eyes, dreamily, anticipating.

"Here you go," she told him, setting the pie and ice cream before him on the coffee table. She stood there, leaning over him, the bodice of her dress slipped partly open, and she could see his eyes peering into the aperture, stealing a peek at the tits she'd never denied him. His hand came up, rested on her shoulder, and she settled onto her knees beside him.

"No," he said, "HERE I go!" And with that he took her face in his strong hands and began to kiss her passionately. She leaned against him, grazing his chest with her firm, full tits, and Jake sank back on the couch. Diana rose from the floor, and she was there with him, both of them on the couch, their legs tangling and twining, his hands caressing her body while her hands caressed his.

She put one palm in his crotch, felt the surging growth of his cock, and a little chirp passed from her lips. It must have tickled his mouth because he stirred, and his fist closed eagerly on her nearest tit, squeezing and pressing until the breast wanted to jump out of bra and dress and into the hot moist palm of his hand. Diana stirred, sliding into a more comfortable position, and she tugged at the front tie of her dress, tugged till it gave way and the dress fell in a shimmer to her waist.

"Don't you want your ice cream?" she asked slyly, her fingers still tickling the covered bulge of his stiff rod.

"I know something that tastes a lot better," Jake replied. He touched her exposed flesh reverently, worked the bra loose, pushed it up out of the way. Her tits thrust out at him, the nipples brown and stiff, fat lumps of sensitive tissue planted firmly on the peaks of her breasts. Jake bent his head closer and began to lick her titties, making the nipples firm up even more.

"Oh, God, yes!" Diana moaned, lying back. She held his head, feeding him at her boobs, and he ate hungrily. His teeth gnawed at the tender but resilient flesh, and her nips seemed to engorge between his lips till they were the size of ice cubes, but they didn't feel like ice cubes, not when he sucked them just so.

"Do it, do it," Diana whispered, shivering. He was sliding down, into the welcoming spread of her legs, and she could feel his cock rubbing against one of her calves, stirring memories of just how many delicious things that cock knew how to do to Diana Flaherty, love-starved widow.

Yes, she thought, it's the right place. This is my house, and if I want to make love in my house, I can do it. Anyway, Matt was out, safely out, and he would never have to know that his mother had profaned the family home with an act of illicit sex.

Oh, it wasn't illicit! Maybe she and Jake weren't married, maybe she was the widow of Matt's father, but she was a woman first of all, her own woman, and she had needs that must be fulfilled. God, she thought, does Jake ever know how to fulfill those needs! The rubbing of impatient cock on her thigh continued, while he kept eating her pussy, and she felt sweat beading on her forehead and in her armpits. Not even Secret could keep a woman dry under these circumstances, Diana thought.

He kissed his way down her belly, tongue swirling into and out of and then back into her puckered little navel, just above the waistband of her panties, and she moaned aloud at the hot erotic feelings that shot through her. While he mouthed her there, he lifted her skirt, rolling it up to her waist, and his hands began to attack the tight, well-filled crotch of her pink panties. Diana felt more, more, more excitement shooting through her body and her legs twitched in fervent response.

"Do you know what my favorite dish is?" Jake asked, looking up. She blushed, shook her head in mock ignorance. He hooked his thumbs in her panties, pulled them down the twitching columns of Diana's thighs. A black, vividly black, patch of cunt hair filled her crotch, stark against the white of her skin. She didn't have the kind of skin that tanned well-it only burned, so in the summertime she made sure to keep indoors. Her flesh was pale and milky, in contrast to the bronzed bodies of the other women she saw day after day, but the contrast made Diana stand out.

And right now she was glad of the contrast, for she heard Jake's "Whew!" of admiration, saw a flush of eagerness spread across his face, and she braced herself for the attack on her pussy that was bound to come.

He touched her cunt gently, spreading the flanges of her pussy, and she squirmed and moaned, for it felt so goddamned good! Her cunt was opening slowly and Jake's tongue thrust out slowly too, poking its way into the pink split he was making in her crotch.

"Oh, Jesus," she whispered as he touched her vibrant clitoris, and then it was "OH, JESUS!" as he began to suck her button, suck the hell out of it, tease and pull it with his lips, flog it with his tongue, make the juice run from her snatch like a flood.

His tongue speared into that flood of woman's cream, pushing up her pussy tube, seeking the source of Diana's juicy flow, and she couldn't sit still while he was tongue-fucking her twat. She grabbed his ears and tried to smother him in her pussy. "Eat me, darling," she invited huskily. "Oh, God, will you EAT ME?"

"Ummmmmmmmm," he gurgled into her opened vagina, vibrating on her pussy walls. Feelings she could neither describe nor control rippled through her body and she was only certain that it was going to be good, great, oh, Christ, even better than that! IDs tongue was moving in her like a tiny, supple cock, and she was being fucked in the preliminary bout, and, Jesus, if this was the preliminary, what would the main event be like?

There was a noise, a noise Diana couldn't identify. It sounded like the opening and closing of a door, but that couldn't be, because she and Jake were alone in the house. Oh, fuck it, she told herself. It's only your imagination. And what he's doing to your pussy is definitely not your imagination. It's real and it feels great, so enjoy it!

He made smacking sounds as he dined on her pussy, and the sounds turned her on nearly as much as the actions themselves. Of course, when he stuck his finger up her cunt while eating the hell out of her clit, the action definitely took precedence over mere noise, and Diana let loose of the come she'd been fighting back.

"Oh, God!" she shrieked, legs scissoring around Jake's neck, pulling him into the axis of her body, smothering him with her musky, cum-juicy twat.

He ate it like a man, sucking up the juice as fast as she could gush it, and his teeth gnawed the sensitive tissues surrounding her opened twat. Diana jerked and moaned and held onto his head, and she could not control the muscular twitching and jerking in her crotch. There was an almost violent snap and contraction inside her pussy, and her head swam with the delights that commanded her body.

Jake rose between her legs, unzipping himself as he stood up. She reached up, touching the enormous bulge in his pants. God, what a tool! Six and a half inches of raw, throbbing meat! It filled her twat to overflow, with its length, its thickness. "Hurry," she groaned. "Don't make me wait for it. I want you to ram that goddamned cock of yours into me. I want to feel it stabbing my womb. I want to feel it in my belly. I want to feel it fucking my throat from underneath."

She looked at him. He was undoing his belt, but he seemed so fucking slow about it. "Oh, hurry!" she whined, and her hands knocked his out of the way. She unfastened Jake's belt, jerked his pants down. His shorts were pushed out of shape with the wedge-like stabbing organ they could only conceal, never contain, and she felt breath rasping in her throat. "Yes," she told him, "that's it! That's really it! Give it to me!" And her finger shot out, touching the huge bulge in Jake's undershorts.

"Oh, are you ever gonna get it," he told her huskily. "Are you ever!" and he jerked down his shorts, freeing his rod. It jiggled about and then it seemed to point directly at Diana where she sat panting in anticipation. She moaned in glee, grabbed his cock, and yanked downward on it. Jake fell to his knees between her straddled thighs, and then he came down upon her, ass lifted slightly as she lined up his cock with the gash of her sex. She fitted him into her pussy mouth, felt him make partial penetration, bucked toward him and sucked him up her cunt, screaming in delight as he thrust home.

"AAAAAGGGHHHHH'" screamed Diana, wrapping her thighs around him. "Fuck me!"

And fuck her he did. She was still coming when he put it in her, and she didn't stop. Her pussy rippled and creamed around him until Jake Tracy's cock gave up the unfair battle and shot a wad of cum up her pussy so far, so hard, she was positive she could taste it backing up her throat. Her legs clenched around him and they clung together, his dick shooting its last spurts of semen into Diana, her snatch eating that jism as if fucking were going out of style first thing tomorrow morning and she needed to get all she could tonight.

The couch was damp with the sweat of their bodies and the sticky cum that had flowed from Diana's well-filled cunt when they broke apart. She was still breathless from the exercise. It beats jogging, she thought. Three or four of these a day and I'll never have to worry about getting out of shape. He settled down beside her, pants down to his ankles, limp cock dangling in readiness for its next bout of arousal. Diana was only half dressed. Her bodice was open, bra up to bare her tits, and her skirt rolled up to her waist, with panties at her ankles. She felt like a teenager stealing a moment of love on the family sofa, and, God, it was such a beautiful feeling!

He touched her shoulder, fingers sliding down her sweat-dampened skin to the still erect nipple of one breast. Diana turned her head slowly. She was still flushed from sex, still grinning a shit-eating dog's kind of smile.

"Thanks," she said. "I really needed that."

He laughed. He had a nice laugh. His hand came down and cupped her breast. "Listen to me," he said. She perked her ears and listened.

"We can't go on this way," he told her. "I mean it."

"Is something wrong?" Diana asked innocently. "No, god damn it, and that's the whole point.

There is nothing wrong. It's perfect. You and me. So why are we dating like teenagers? Why aren't we doing the adult thing?"

"What we did just now was pretty adult, I think," Diana said. She put her fingers on his soft, sticky cock and started to play with him. Was that a spurt of new growth shooting through his organ? She thought so. She hoped so.

"That's not what I'm talking about," Jake said.

"Diana, I want you. Really want you. Not just on weekends, not just for dates. All the time."

"All the time?"

"All the time. Don't start laughing. You're irresistible when you're laughing. I just want to crawl on you and start fucking. Be serious." His hand tightened on her tit. "I have a house and you have a house. It seems to me that's one house too many. I think I'd like to have you in my house, twenty-four hours a day, every day. What do you think?"

"That's a big question. I don't know if I'm ready to get married again."

"I'm not talking about marriage," he said. "At least, not for now. I was married and divorced ten years ago. You already know that. I don't think I want the full commitment right now. But I do want you. I mean, I do."

"In other words," Diana said, squirming loose, "you want me to live with you?" Jake nodded.

"Oh, God," Diana went on. "You don't know what you're asking. I have a son. Have you forgotten that? He's sixteen years old.-no, seventeen. "

"I know you have a son. He's a good kid. But like you said, he's seventeen years old. He doesn't need you any more. In another year he'll be away at college, and where will you be? You'll be a woman living by yourself in a house that seems very, very empty. But you could be a woman living with me in a house that isn't empty at all."

"You're asking a hell of a lot," Diana said.

"No," Jake said. "Living together is no big deal. Everyone does it. Why can't we? There's plenty of room at my place. Room for Matt."

"But-" Diana couldn't find words to answer him.

He filled the gap for her. "I know it's a lot of deciding," he said hopefully. "You can't come up with an answer overnight. But I do want an answer from you. I can't go on this way. I want you all the time or-I don't think I want you at all. You don't know what it does to me, Diana, craving you and missing you. I reach for you in the night and you're not there-I love you and I want you. Is that invitation enough?"

"I don't know," she said, and it was an honest reply. "It's too sudden. You'll have to give me time to think about it. Oh, God, Jake, I love you, too. I love the way our bodies come together, the way I feel when I'm fucking you, but this is a big step. I have to give it some thought."

"How much thought? It seems to me that either you do want me or you don't want me."

"Listen," Diana said. His cock was starting to harden between her fingers. She rubbed it a moment, felt more stiffness jump into him. He'd be ready to fuck her again, in very short order. Her pussy was pouting for still another good fuck. Oh, Jesus, how her pussy was pouting! And how could she think when she was so horny?

"Matt is going to summer camp. Junior ROTC. I'm driving him up day after tomorrow. He'll be gone for two weeks, darling. Won't that be time enough for us to think about this? We can try it, perhaps. Maybe I'll come stay with you for a few days. God, we might not even be able to live under the same roof! You never know about those things! We have to test this first."

"But we will test it? And you will make up your mind?"

Diana sighed, feeling his cock growing fully erect in her hand. "Yes," she said. "I'll think about it. Oh, I think I want to, darling, but I can't say yes or no, not on such short notice. You understand that, don't you?" She slipped her leg across him. His cock point grazed her pussy, slicking through the fine, twisty hairs of her vaginal mound.

"I understand," Jake agreed. He took her by the hips, thrust up as she settled down to receive him. His prick stabbed into her receptive cunt and she sank down with a moan, feeling all six and a half inches of him buried in her cunt.

His offer was attractive. God, she could have this each and every night, not just on date evenings but at what price? What would Matt think, what would he say? His mother, living in sin with another man and his father only two years in the grave?

Two years? It felt like two thousand years since Diana had been fucked so beautifully as she was being fucked right now. The thought of sharing a home with this man and his splendid penis-his hard attractive face and body-she plunged down, felt him buried fully in her cooze, and it was delicious, sweeter than she could have dreamed. Matt, would he understand? Would he be outraged? She was Jake Tracy's lover, but she was also her son's mother. Oh, dear God, so many things to think about.

Diana looked toward her son. She was smoking another cigarette. Tomorrow she'd have to content herself with only nine, or maybe even eight, if she kept up at this rate. She might smoke today's quota and tomorrow's, too.

Matt was driving, his hands firm and assured on the steering wheel. He was no boy-he was a man.

If he came home from summer camp and learned that his mother had decided to enter into a relationship with a man, would he be mature enough to accept the reality of it, or would he be outraged and ashamed? She didn't know, and she was afraid to ask him. Being a mother was one thing, but being a woman was something else. Could she make her son understand that? Oh, God, she didn't know! But the thought of him away at junior ROTC camp for the next two weeks while she struggled with her own conscience, was comforting.

And after all, the decision was Diana's, not Matt's. Jake was right about that. Matt would be off to college in another nine or ten months. God, he was already virtually a man! Six feet tall, broad-shouldered, handsome enough to turn any girl's eye. She watched the flex of his muscles while he steered the car and she was certain of that. She had raised him from her womb, but he was ready to step into the world on his own, now. Could she deny herself with her son almost grown? Could she? Diana smoked her cigarette in nervous, tense puffs, wondering. When she got back to Albany all these questions would confront her face to face and she would have to answer them. Wasn't it time to begin thinking about them seriously?