Chapter 9
Ann was glad to find that Billy had gone to bed before she got home. Although she had decided not to fuck him again, she knew it would be difficult to resist his young body and hard cock. But maybe now that the marriage was imminent Billy would understand that their fucking was over, Ann hoped.
When Billy came into the kitchen the next morning, Ann was sipping her coffee. They said good morning as usual. But as Billy filled a bowl with cereal, there was an awkward silence in the room. He came to the table, sat down opposite his mother, but didn't look at her.
Billy had spent the night before thinking about how his mother's marriage was going to change his life-especially his sex life. He concluded that it wasn't going to do him any good.
"It looks like Jim and I will be married before this weekend," Ann said. "You know what that means, don't you?"
"What?" Billy asked, even though he had a good idea what the answer would be.
"It means that we can't fuck any more," Ann said. "I hope you don't feel too bad about that, but it would be too hard for me to keep up two lives when .we're all living together. You do understand, don't you?"
"Sure, Mom," Billy said with a faint smile.
Ann could see that the news was hard on the boy,' but she was glad he was taking it so well. She reached over the table and squeezed his hand.
"And you will keep our secret, won't you?" she asked. "You know how important it is."
"Don't worry, Mom," he said. "I'll never tell anyone,"
"Good boy. Jim and I haven't made any real plans. I don't know where we'll live, but I don't think things will change very fast. We're both going to have to make some adjustments, though."
"Yeah, it'll be neat," Billy said. "It'll be fun having a sister, too."
Ann considered telling Billy about Jim's feelings toward his daughter, but decided not to. The poor kid had enough to think about for now.
"Well, I'm going out to work on my car," Billy said when he finished his breakfast.
Billy hadn't worked on his car in over a week, and now he had some trouble getting back into it. He tried to figure out where he left off. It wasn't easy, however, with his mother's words playing around in his mind. He told himself that fucking her had been nice while it lasted. He had learned more in a few weeks from her than he had ever suspected there was to know. And he could look forward to more sex with Karen. At least he hoped so.
There was simply too much to think about. Billy couldn't get any work done. He sat around for a while on the hood of his car, but his thoughts were with the woman in the house. They day before, he could have gone to her, put his arms around her, and heaven would be his. Now he was left alone with his throbbing prick.
Suddenly, Billy had to see Karen. After all, she was the only one he could turn to for sex now. He could talk to her, and fuck her. He knew he would have to protect his claim on her pussy before things changed too much, or he could find himself denied her cunt too.
When he went into the house, he found that his mother was vacuuming the living room rug. He could use the phone in the kitchen without being overheard.
"Hi, Karen, it's me," he said when she answered. "I thought we could get together. I really want to talk to you."
"Gee, Billy, I don't think I can see you today," she said.
The day before she had seemed so eager to fuck again that Billy thought she would want to see him. He couldn't understand it.
"Tomorrow, then?" he asked.
"I don't know, Billy," she said.
"What's the matter, Karen? You seem so different all of a sudden."
"It's my father," she said. "He's funny about some things, you know. He said we shouldn't see each other until he's married to your mother."
"But that doesn't make sense," Billy said.
"I know. But I don't think I should get him mad right now."
Billy sank into horny despair. After a few weeks of glorious fucking, he was right back where he'd started from. He said good-bye to Karen and went back out to the garage.
Nothing like this had ever happened to him, and lie didn't know what to do. Was it up to him to do something about the situation? Or was he merely a pawn that could be moved around by any woman who could offer her cunt, then take it away?
Billy paced back and forth trying to decide what to do. He felt crushed. But as he thought about it, his mood began to change. Finally, he got angry. After all, it was his mother who had started playing games with him. And she had enjoyed fucking as much as he had. What right did she have to turn him off?
Before he knew what was happening, Billy found himself storming into the house. He passed his mother dusting in the living room as he marched to his bedroom. There, he pulled off his clothes, then followed his stiff cock back to the living room.
He saw his mother look up at him, her eyes riveted to his prick.
"Billy, don't make this more difficult than necessary," she said.
But her words didn't stop the horny kid. He kept walking toward her. Ann backed away. In her slacks and loose blouse, she looked as sexy as ever, and her resistance made Billy even more excited.
"Let's fuck again, Mom," he said. "We fucked yesterday, so why can't we fuck today?"
"I told you why, Billy," she said.
"Well, you're not married yet, so what's the difference?"
Ann had backed herself into a corner. She tried sliding along one wall to escape, but Billy took one step forward and grabbed her. His cock pressing against her cotton slacks was hotter than it ever had been before. He grabbed a tit in his hand, squeezing firmly.
"Oh, Billy, I can't say no," she sighed.
As the boy kissed her, she seemed to melt. Her mouth opened and was filled instantly by Billy's tongue. His hand went to her side, where her pants were buttoned. He had gotten very good at opening buttons and zippers and soon had his mother's slacks opened enough to slide his hand down over her ass.
Stepping back, Ann said, "Let me get undressed. Come to my room."
But Billy was too excited to waste even one second. He dropped to his knees, pulling his mother's slacks down to her ankles. He saw her legs tremble as she stepped out of the slacks. Then he lowered her undies and pressed his cheek, to her cunt for a few seconds before getting up and helping her off with her blouse.
Billy dragged her down to the carpet. With her naked body in his arms again, Billy felt his lust climb to new heights. How could he ever give up this joy? he wondered. And he knew his mother felt the same way.
Ann had lost all of her reluctance. She clawed him and wrapped her legs around one of his thighs with more lust than ever. She attacked her son's neck with sucking kisses and licks. Billy could hardly believe the transformation she had gone through in a few minutes.
With her son holding and kneading her tits, Ann kissed his chest. Her tongue wagged over his nipples until they were hard bumps.
"Billy, you seem to have some sort of power over me. I just can't resist you. I don't know what I'll do," she gasped, then continued tongue-bathing him.
"I can't give you up either, Mom," Billy said. "I'd rather fuck you than Karen or anybody."
"Did you fuck Karen?" Ann asked.
"Yeah. I had to show her how, though. She was a virgin."
Ann smiled slightly while she continued kissing her son's nipples. Suddenly, she began wiggling her way down to his legs and took his prick into her mouth. She sucked it so greedily Billy yelped in pain.
After giving his cock a quick gobble, Ann rolled back with her legs spread.
"Eat me, Billy," she said. "Eat me like you never have before."
Billy was fascinated by his mother's lust. He thought he'd seen her hot and eager, but now she was a real wanton bitch.
Diving between her legs, he thrust his face into her cunt in an effort to match her passion. While she rolled and twisted on the floor, Billy drilled her soggy cave with a wild tongue.
With her head thrown back and her mouth gaping, Ann writhed and moaned. She grabbed her feet, spreading her thighs as wide as she could. Billy's madly flailing tongue obliterated all thoughts of Jim and her approaching marriage. The bliss her son was providing was the most important thing in the world at that moment. Billy was sucking that cunt in a bursting mood of relief and happiness-his mother needed him, he knew. In his joy, he wiggled his face eagerly in her cunt while his tongue twisted high up her pussy-sleeve.
The plump outer lips were spread over the boy's face like a mask. Then, pushing her thighs up, he sent his tongue swirling over her asshole. A new twist. "Billy, you're so wonderful," Ann moari-"Oh, honey, baby. Oh-h-h-h!" After a quick probe of that tight, puckered aperture, he.went back to lapping her twat. His tongue had a x life of its own as it covered the flowing interior of Ann's pussy. Every square-millimeter of her cunt-lining came under attack by that lashing, ricking tongue.
"Come up here and fuck me," Ann gasped. The obedient son lifted his face from her cunt, He scrambled over her, and dropped down on top of her. His wet face met hers as his prick lunged into her crotch. When Billy- reached down to insert his cock in her cunt, he found his mother's hand there too, fumbling to pull him up her cunt as soon as she could.
Together, they soon had Billy's fat rod stuffed into that hot cave.
Ann tasted her own cunt juice on her son's mouth as they exchanged tongues. The juices lubricated their kiss just as it was lubricating their fucking.
Since Billy hadn't known if he would get another chance to fuck his mother, the sensation of having his prick in that slippery tube again driving him mad. His hips jerked as he fought to get a grip on the rug with his knees for leverage.
He heard the muffled sounds his mother was making even though his mouth and tongue were gagging her. Ann kicked her legs behind the boy and she tried to pull him deeper into her cunt. Even though his thrusts were sending the soft tip of his cock to the very end of her tunnel, she couldn't get enough.
Billy reached around his mother's hip, his fingers crawling into her crotch from behind until he could feel his thick cock sliding between her loose lips. After exploring her full cunt with his fingers, he found her asshole again.
Now juice was seeping over that secret opening lubricating his finger as he pressed it into the hole
As he stuffed her ass with his finger, he could tell that she liked it by the higher pitch of her moans. Billy was drunk with kinky excitement.
He felt his cock pumping on the other side of the thin membrane that separated the two chambers. His mother's ass tightened on his finger.
"Oh, Billy, Goddamn, that feels great," she groaned. "Uh-h-h!"
Although he felt his orgasm taking root within him, he suddenly stopped pumping. He had an idea. But he was afraid to try it without asking his mother if it was all right, and he couldn't bring himself to ask. It seemed too perverted. But, thanks to Ann's lusty intuition, he didn't even have to ask.
Looking her son in the eye, Ann pulled her cunt from his motionless prick and lifted her knees toward her chest. Her crotch rotated, bringing her asshole into fucking position. Billy's finger was still suck in that hole. But as soon as he realized that his mother was actually offering him that hole to fuck, he pulled his finger out.
"Stick it up my ass, sweetheart," she whispered.
Billy's face flushed with the thought of buggering his mother. When he grabbed his prick to guide it to that tight entrance, he was amazed at how fat and hard it had become and how violently it jerked.
Moving it between the smooth cheeks of her ass, he held his prick and, at the same time, tried to find the center of the target with his finger.
Ann reached down to help the boy. She soon had the bloated knob of his prick right on the puckered ring. To admit the huge prick pressing against her ass, she tried to relax her sphincter muscle. Slowly, her ass gave way. The prick began entering.
"That's it!" she squealed. "Oh my God, Billy! Oh, yeah!"
Billy felt his prick being squeezed into that narrow tube. It seemed dry compared to her running cunt, but there was enough cunt juice in the vicinity to make his cock ease in comfortably. When he felt her asscheeks pressing on his pelvis, he knew he was in as far as he could reach.
They looked at each other's faces as they reacted to this new variation. Billy saw his mother wearing a look of desperate joy. Her face was covered with sweat, her eyelids were at half-mast, and her mouth was wide open.
Billy's face showed his outrageous passion too. The veins standing out on his forehead and his flaring nostrils made him look like a marathon runner. But it wasn't physical exertion that made him look like that-it was the thrill of having his cock up his mother's ass.
When he began pumping, he felt the way her ass tugged his cock. It was an entirely new experience for the neophyte fucker. There seemed to be a never-ending world of thrills to discover, and his mother was the one who could show it to him.
With the snug lining of his mother's ass sliding back and forth over his prick, Billy was soon grunting and panting in ecstasy. He was surprised at the way his mother was reacting to the ass-fucking-she loved it.
"Fuck me, baby!" she cried. "Oh-h-h-h!"
When his jism filled her ass, Billy felt it lubricate his prick, making it slide easier and adding a new sensation to the perversion.
Although his orgasm was fading, Billy noticed that his mother was bucking her hips more frantically. Then he felt her slip her hand between his belly and her pubic bone. Looking down, he saw that she was rubbing her clit.
"Keep it up, honey," she said. "Keep fucking my ass. I'm coming!"
Billy lifted his body slightly to get a look at what was going on in his mother's crotch. He could see her finger quickly rubbing her clit. Her empty cunt stared up at him. He could even see his shaft moving in and out of the stretched asshole. It was a fabulous sight.
Even though it wasn't easy to keep pumping after his climax, for this woman he would do anything.
"Oh-h-h-h-h," Ann groaned. "I'm coming!
Yeah-h-h-h!" .
Billy's prick was beginning to bend and soften, but he kept jabbing it into his mother's ass until she .lay still. Then, as he rested his body on hers, his cock slid out of her ass.
Their breathing was still at fever pitch, but they were starting to feel the profound relaxation that comes after a good fuck. Suddenly, a loud noise shocked them into awareness.
They both jerked their heads to the side to see what the sudden commotion was. Jim had thrown open the front door and was coming at them. His face showed the shock and rage he felt. Billy rolled off his mother's body. He didn't have time to do anything else, though, before-Jim grabbed him and pulled him to his feet.
"I'll, kill you, you little bastard!" Jim was screaming as his hands tightened around Billy's throat. "How could you do that to your own mother?"
Ann jumped up in terror, grabbed Jim by one arm and pulled, but she couldn't make him stop strangling her son.
"Jim!" she screamed with all her might "Stop!" But Jim merely let go of Bill's neck with one hand long enough to send Ann sprawling across the room.
"And you, you bitch, I'll get to you in a minute!" he yelled.
Billy, kicking and flailing, managed to get out of Jim's grasp just long enough to grab a breath of air and yell for help. One of his fists crossed Jim's jaw. Jim didn't even feel the punch in his blind rage. He soon had Billy's neck in a tight grasp again.
Billy could feel his eyes bulging, and the panic of suffocation filled him with terror. Just as he thought he was about to pass out, he saw his mother rushing up behind Jim with a lamp in her hand.
The lamp exploded over Jim's head. Jim went down to his knees. Billy, gasping, ran out of the man's reach, picked up a chair to ward off further attacks, and prepared to defend his mother.
"You perverts!" Jim shouted as he staggered to his feet. "You're sick! Both of you!"
Billy and Ann could see that the man was bleeding from a cut on his head. A bright red rivulet ran down the side of his face. Although they were terrified, they were both ready to hit him again if he tried to attack either of them. But, to their relief, he only staggered toward the door, holding the wound on his head.
"How could I have thought of marrying you?" he groaned. "You're not fit to marry anyone. And you," Jim said, looking at Billy, who still had the chair poised and ready to strike. "If you ever so much as call Karen again, I"ll kill you. I swear I'll come back here and kill you."
With that, Jim slammed the door and disappeared. Billy dropped the chair and began trembling. His breath could be heard struggling through his throat. Ann was trembling too, and in another second, she put her hands to her face and sank to the floor, sobbing uncontrollably.
Billy tried to pull himself together. He went to his mother, took her by the shoulders, and tried to help her to her feet. She slapped his hands away, though.
"Leave me alone!" she yelled. "Haven't you done enough already?"
"But, Mom..." Billy gasped.
Still sobbing loudly and holding her hands in front of her contorted face, Ann got up and ran into her room. She slammed the door and threw herself down on her bed. Never in her life had things looked so bleak. She had lost her one chance for happiness by sinking into depravity.
Ann didn't know what was going to happen to her and the boy she had dragged into the slime of perversion with her, but she couldn't imagine anything good ever happening to her again.
Billy went to his room too. He was hurt that his mother had blamed him. But she was right, he thought. From then on, he would try to make it up to her in any way he could-even if it meant never enjoying her body again.