Chapter 2
She hurried to greet him.
"Joe, darling, where have you been?"
"What's it to you?" he said.
She knew that he had been drinking from the look in his eyes. They were red and glazed.
"Joe, you've been drinking," she said.
"Well, I guess if I can fuck my mother, I can drink too," he said.
"Don't talk like that, Joe," she said.
"I'm sorry, mom," he said, "but your little Joey had too friendly a mother."
"Oh, Joey, forgive me," she said, "but I just got carried away."
His eyes brightened.
"You got carried away," he chuckled. "What do you think I did? I wanted to fuck you. I wanted to fuck my own mother. Mother-fucker. The world is a place full of cracked mother-fuckers."
"Oh, Joey baby," she wept bitterly, "you mustn't talk like that. With every bit of passion I could feel for anyone, I gave myself to you. Don't you understand?"
"Sure I understand," he told her, "and it really burns me up."
He was hot to have her now and he told her so.
"I want to put honey in your pussy, mom," he bubbled.
"You'll do no such thing," she snapped. He moved slowly and calculatingly going into the kitchen and opened a cabinet drawer and pulled out a container of honey.
"I'll make it nice and sweet," he laughed.
Now that he had the honey container in his hand he glowered at her.
"Now, baby," he told her, "just get set for something nice to slip between your legs."
"I'll be damned if you're going to do that to me," she snapped angrily. "Get away from me."
"I could make an awful lot of trouble for you if I went around telling people that you and I had sex together."
"That's blackmail, son," she said.
"Well, you're forcing me into a corner, mom," he grinned. "I want what I want when I want it. Now, I want to eat your pussy."
His eyes sparkled as he looked at her.
"What else can I do," she shrugged.
"Now, you're playing it cool," he said. "Let's go into the bedroom."
When they got into the bedroom she slowly took off her clothes. There was a battle going on inside of her. Part of her wanted to have sex with him and another part didn't want to.
"Just take it easy, mom," he smiled quietly.
"You little bastard," she told him.
"Now is that any way for a nice mama to talk to a son?" he laughed.
"You're not being much of a son to me," she told him.
"Sure I am, mom," he told her, "you just don't appreciate me."
"I'm on to you," she said angrily. "Now, relax," he insisted, "we're just going to have some fun."
He was taking off all of his clothes now and he waited and watched her undress. When she slid out of her skirt and blouse and he got a load of her lace panties and bra, he laughed.
"What are you laughing at?" she asked him.
"All that imagine lace stuff," he said. "That's for the birds."
Tears streamed down her face as she realized what a crude, rough character he was.
"Now what did I say to get you uptight?" he demanded.
"Nothing," she said brushing a tear aside. He didn't wait for her to pull her panties off as he was too hot and eager for action. "Hurry up," he said.
She peeled off her panties and lay on the bed. Then, he slipped the nozzle of the honey container between her pussy lips. He squeezed it and her pussy was suddenly juicy.
"Oh, mom," he gasped excitedly, "is this ever going to be fun!"
She lay on the bed as if in a trance. Then, he got down there below her.
"Spread for me, mom," he said, "spread."
She spread for him and then he got his face down there and started licking. As he licked away at her slit he breathed heavily. His heart was pounding rapidly as the excitement surged through his body.
"Oh, stop it," she complained.
"Don't talk if you can't say anything good," he told her frankly.
Now he was really stimulated and so was she. The hot tongue was stabbing away and every moment he was getting more and more excited.
"Oh, son," she said, "eat me. Eat me."
To her great surprise she loved the feel of her son's tongue stabbing away at her most intimate area.
"Keep that up," she begged, "I love it."
The hot tongue stabbed away urgently now and slit was enjoying it more every moment.
"Eat it," she cried. "Eat my pussy. Eat it, baby, eat it!"
It was such a remarkable thing to be enjoying such erotic fantasies come to life with her own son.
"Ohh, Joey baby," she panted, "mama loves it. Oh, let your tongue go in there. Harder, honey. That's it. Hit the love button."
His tongue hit the love button alright, and her body quivered with emotion and delight.
"Keep doing it darling," she begged. "That's it. We're almost there. Oh, honey, I love it!"
The passionate pleasure he was enjoying now was increasing every moment. He knew that it wouldn't be much longer now until he came.
"Eat it," she panted, as his tongue stiffened and stabbed away.
She was amazed what delight this connection could create. She knew it was wrong and that added to the pleasure of it.
"Eat it," she begged. "Eat it, baby. Eat it!"
Now he gripped her asscheeks and held on while he buried his face in her mound. His tongue stabbed in piston precision as he licked the velvety walls of her vagina clean.
"Eat it, baby," she panted. "Eat it, baby."
He ate it alright and she was out of her mind with delight.
Never before had she experienced such sexual delight. Never before had her emotions been so uninhibited, so totally released. To think, it had to happen with her son. Feeling guilty as hell, she had done nothing wrong. Over and over she told herself that he had to learn with someone and she was clean and careful. She kept telling herself that she was putting love, feeling, passion and purity into their sex, thus, justifying it in her own warped mind.
When he finally withdrew his tongue from her vagina, he smiled at her.
"How'd you like me, mom?" he grinned.
"Joey," she said, "you were marvelous. Why don't you straddle my face and give me your cock?"
"I thought you'd never ask," he grinned.
Moving forward eagerly, he held his hot thighs over her face.
She looked up at him and the view from this angle was impressive. There were his jiggling big balls swelling and his giant size male member. She gripped it tightly in her hand and squeezed.
"Easy does it," he told her.
Now she was becoming more and more excited.
"Come on and eat me," he begged.
She licked the head of his quivering male member and then opening her mouth slowly, slid it over the shaft.
"Oh, mom," he panted, "you know just how to do me!"
As her hot tongue flicked over the head of his cock, he became more and more excited.
"Faster, baby," he begged. "Oh, yes, mom, that's what I like. Oh, ah, faster baby, faster!"
Her fingers were manipulating his testicles and her mouth was working over his cock. Next, she slipped a finger up his asshole. That added to the pleasure.
"Oh, mom," he gasped in delight, "you're a real fabulous lover."
Hearing the compliments from him got her going.
"Ohh, ah, yes, baby, yes, give it to me!" He enjoyed seeing her lips fastened on his cock.
"Gobble me," he gasped. "Gobble it!"
All at once she felt the head of his shaft sliding to the back of her throat. Grabbing her head roughly, he guided himself as he gave her a fast throat fuck.
"This is what I want," he panted. "Baby, do it. Do it like they do in the movies."
Furiously he pitched his penis into her now and his balls were riding her chin. She knew it wouldn't be much longer till he exploded.
"Oh, I'm cuming," he panted excitedly. "I made it. Eat it. Eat my juice!"
A flood of white cum flashed into her mouth and she gobbled him down.
"That's what I want," he panted. "Oh, yes, baby, do me!"
The super sensations that flooded her being as she ate her son's juice, had her stimulated completely.
Sliding her finger out of his asshole and holding on to his penis with her mouth, she gripped his ass cheeks and held on.
"Ohh," he groaned in delight, "gobble it!"
When he had finished juicing in her face, he slowly withdrew. Reluctantly she released his penis to him. It had been such an exciting, sensational experience that she hated to stop.
"Oh, baby," he panted, "what a wild time we had."
The pleasure that they had experienced together had opened new vistas of sexual delight, sexual fantasy, sexual satisfaction for her.
He pulled off and lay beside her and twiddled with her breasts.
"Now," he laughed, "you can't make such a fuss when I bring my chicks home."
She could hardly believe her ears. The reason that she had continued having sex with him was to keep him away from these disgusting girls that would lead him astray.
"Honey," she said, "you can't be sincere."
"I was sincere when I screwed you," he told her "and I'll be sincere when I screw my girl."
"But, baby," she told him, "those cheap little sluts that you make it with don't give a damn about you. They are probably peddling their pussies all over the place. From what I've been reading you'd better be careful."
"What are you talking about, mom?" he chuckled, knowing full well what she meant.
"I'm not trying to scare you," she said, "but the VD rate at your high school is appalling."
"Isn't it terrible?" he said. "That's why I have to do it with just one girl."
"No," she said, "I'll do anything that she will do and I can do it better."
"You sound like you're trying to compete with my chick," he complained.
"Maybe I am," she said evenly.
"Now that's absurd," he insisted. "I love you like a mother. Of course, this isn't exactly mother and son love, is it?"
A puzzled frown formed on his face as the guilt tortured him.
"No, it isn't," she said, "it's something beyond that."
"Beyond what?" he demanded.
"Beyond the bounds of our narrow-minded morality," she said quickly.
"People are kind of narrow-minded aren't they," he said.
"You bet your ass they are, honey," she said, tapping him playfully on his buttocks.
"Mom," he said, "do you think dad would kill you if he came back and caught you making it with me?"
"Don't think such horrible thoughts," she said nervously.
"He could be a mean bastard, couldn't he?"
Joey chuckled.
"You bet he could," she said. "When he would come in after a Saturday night drunk he was awful."
"Well," he said, "don't get your balls in an uproar. I'm not going to bring her into my bedroom and screw her. I'll do it out on the sofa."
"That's very considerate of you, son," she said.
She was thinking of another tactic now to dissuade him from having sex with any other woman. For now, it wasn't going after son, it was female going after male. In this battle of the sexes no holds were barred.
"I should warn you of something, honey," she said coyly.
"What now, mom?" he said.
"Well, my brother got in trouble," she said.
"Sure, he was an old drunk," he chuckled.
"No, Peter wasn't an old drunk," she said nervously. "Peter was very trusting."
"He was a lecherous damn fool," Joey said bluntly.
"Well, he got taken in by the town whore. I warned him that if he had sex with Stella he would be in trouble. And you know what?"
"Tell me," he said, "I know you're trying to put the fear of God in me."
"That's not true," she said quickly. "I'm only trying to make you realize how serious these things can become. Well, it happened this way. Stella and Peter were screwing in the park and just a couple of days later she went to him and told him that she had the rabbit test."
"And what happened?" he asked.
"She was pregnant, naturally," she said.
"So old Peter had to pay for the baby?" he asked.
"No," she said, "he had to pay for the abortion."
"Well, at least he didn't have to bring up the kid," he smiled.
"But worse. The state would provide everything for the child but the man has to provide for the abortion."
"I see where he made his mistake," he laughed.
Then she looked daggers at him.
"What do you mean, Joey?"
"I mean this," he laughed, "the mistake that was made was when he didn't let her have the baby. She could be making money and he could have a child. There's nothing wrong with that. What do you think they have food stamps for?"
"Have you no pride?" she asked.
"Look, mom," he said, "everybody else is being subsidized, why can't I have a few kids of mine subsidized?"
"I've gone out and worked my fingers to the bone to make a decent living for you dear," she said. "I've even worked in a laundry and you don't show much gratitude."
"Gratitude," he said, "you've just given me a lot of flack all my life. No wonder dad ran away from you. He couldn't take it any longer. He had a reason to disappear. If you go on making any more trouble for me, I'll show you I can disappear too."
"Get lost creep," she said angrily.
"And don't you call me creep anymore," he shot back. "I'll smoke pot. I'll fuck every chick in the school if you call me creep once more."
"Creep," she shrieked.
That did it. Joey got off the bed. He hastily slid into his shorts.
"Where are you going?" she demanded coyly.
"None of your damn business," he snapped.
"Is that any way to talk to your mother?" she demanded.
"You're some mom," he said. "Nobody would believe it."
"Believe what, Joey?" she smiled smugly. "That you wanted sex with me."
"Well, if nobody would believe it, darling," she said quickly, "then you'd better not tell them.
They might think something is wrong with you. Your upper story, honey."
"Goodbye, mom," he said.
He walked out and slammed the door. She ran down the hall naked after him.
"Joey," she cried out, "come back here, darling. Come back here, baby."
Joey didn't respond to her. He was too angry.
"Go to hell," he called, as he went out the door.
She went back to her room and it was a mess, but not any more of a mess than her own twisted mind. She picked up her lace panties and bra and thought to herself how she had gotten these for her husband. She had never used them before he disappeared. The only time she ever did use them was with her son and now he had vanished. She hoped that he would come back. This time she vowed that he would never ask for more sex.
She called up her girlfriend, Gloria, to tell her the latest thing that happened.
"Gloria," she said with a quivering voice.
"Not interested," Gloria said. "Sorry."
She hung up to prove how really disinterested she was. It really got to Pat that she was in this situation. Yet, there was nothing she could do about it. She was tormented and troubled.
"Oh, baby," she said to herself, "how did you ever get in this mess?"
She looked at herself in the mirror and admired her reflection.
"Not bad," she said putting her hand on her hip.
Glancing down at her crotch she could almost see her son's hot tongue stabbing away. Moments before they had been very happy. Now, they were tormented. Slowly she slid into her panties. If he came back she wanted to be dressed in the most teasing, tantalizing costume she could wear. Maybe she could entice him into bed with her, and then he would forget the terrible things he had said.
Slipping into her panties and bra she went out and fixed herself a drink. She didn't bother to mix it as she wasn't in the mood for a mixed drink. She wanted the bitter taste of bourbon. It made her wiggle her tongue in her mouth.
"Oh, God that's bitter," she complained. She downed it and turned on a TV talk show. A panel host was interviewing a celebrity. An older woman who was famous for her sex image. A young man walked on to the stage and the host suggested, "How would you like the key to her bedroom?"
The blonde movie sex image played it coyly, "I don't know what you're talking about."
"I sure could use her key," the man laughed.
"Haven't you got it in reverse," the announcer broke up laughing, "she needs your key. Get it?"
Suddenly the screen went blank. An announcer's voice came over the screen.
"Ladies and gentlemen," he said, "we have momentarily interrupted this show. We will return in a moment."
"Sorry about that," the announcer laughed at his audience, "but there is many a slip twixt the tongue and the TV audience."
He went on interviewing the blonde star and the conversation continued along the same vein.
"I don't mind having boyfriends who are young men," the actress continued, "but sex is another thing."
"Miss Lamont," the announcer chuckled, "you mean that if you had a chance to take a buddy boy to bed you wouldn't-you know what I mean?"
She looked at him and shook her head. Then the young man looked at her warmly.
"I think older women have a lot of advantages," he grinned. "They know how to do a lot of things that younger women would never think of. Don't they say experience is the best teacher and doesn't that apply to sex as well as cooking?"
"She's a very good cook," the announcer laughed. "I know because I've tasted some of her, -her cooking."
The double entendre meaning was obvious. He was beeped off again and the TV control office came on.
"That's about it," they said, "we're putting Shirley Temple on in one of her favorite hits, 'Bright Eyes'. "
She turned off the television and went back to her bourbon.
Then as she glanced out of the window she saw her son Joe walking up to the house with a cheap girl. The girl was obviously nothing that he really desired. It was only something to tease and torment her as the girl was pudgy and not pretty. She had stringy hair and a look about her as if she hadn't changed her dress in a week.
Hastily slipping into her bedroom she rushed back once more to pick up the bourbon bottle. Just for the hell of it she turned on the movie. When the two of them came in there, the girl giggled.
"My favorite movie star," she laughed. "Oh, I love a Shirley Temple picture."
"I thought you would, baby," he said. "Do you mind if I have something to eat while you're watching the movie?"
"Oh, that wouldn't be nice," she said, turning off the TV.
"Baby," he said, "I'd like to have you go down on me. I think it would be a lot of fun if I sat here and smoked my pot while I watched you do me."
"Oh, that's fantabulous," she giggled. "I think that's just super."
That did it. Joey's mother was outraged. Slipping into a kimono she glanced down the hall. Then she saw what was happening. The girl was unzipping her son's fly. It was the most disgusting spectacle she had ever seen. Reaching in she fingered his balls and brought them out too.
"Let it all hang out, honey," he chuckled.
She let it all hang out alright, and then she asked for a puff of his cigarette first.
"Just two," he said, "and then I want you to do me.
"I'm a blow job artist," she smiled. "That's what the boys at school say."
"That's a good recommend, honey," he said, "now go down and do me."
Grasping his main stem she slid her mouth over his penis. He watched closely as she focused her action on the head of it. She held on tightly as her tongue laved the head.
"Oh, that's beautiful," he gasped excitedly. "That's just the way I like it. Do me, baby, do me!"
She wasn't going to take much longer now and he was going out of his gourd with delight as he watched.
"Keep that up, baby," he panted. "Oh, wow!"
Faster and faster her mouth worked over his shaft.
"Oh, baby," he panted, "that's beautiful."
The super sensations that were flooding through him now had him dizzy with delight. He was puffing his cigarette and watching her sliding her mouth up and down on his cock.
Grabbing her head he guided her.
"You're doing it too fast," he explained.
Pulling her mouth off his cock she complained, "You don't tell me how to give blow jobs."
"Why not, honey?" he asked.
"Because I know how to give them," she said. "I don't know too much about my school work but I know how to do this."
"Is that how you're working your way through high school?" he chuckled.
"Never you mind," she said, "but I'm not going to slip my mouth over it again if you're going to complain anymore."
"I promise," he said with a sly smile, as he watched her licking it like an ice cream cone.
Now she was eager for it. Bending over she let her tongue lick quickly.
"Oh, wow," he panted. "That's what I like. Keep it up baby, keep it up!"
The pleasure was building. He enjoyed it more every second.
"Oh, wow. Yes, baby, yes. That's the way to do it!"
The super sensations that were flooding through him were driving him out of his mind.
"Oh, do me, darling," he begged. "Yes, baby, that's the way, all the way down!"
He could hardly stand it, it was so tremendous. Then, she used her teeth effectively.
"Oh, you nibble beautifully," he complimented her.
She used her hands to agitate his balls. He loved the sensation of her fingertips on his testicles.
"Come on, baby," he smiled, "do it. All the way!"
He spoke plenty loudly as he wanted his mother to hear. That was half the pleasure of doing it. He was a rebellious kid and he had tried to defy her for a long time. He always suspected she was doing things in her bedroom when she would bring men home from the bar at 2 A.M. Hp had never been able to catch her, as she was quiet about it. Nevertheless, he was sure that that was what she ws doing.
"Eat me," he cried in passionate delight.
She licked the head quickly and then the moment of truth. His rocks went off and she got a mouthful.
"Oh, I can't stand it," he gasped excitedly. "I'm cuming."
Sure enough his repeater Peter was shooting and as the steady stream of hot, white cum flashed into her mouth, she gulped joyously.
"Ohh, wow!" he panted.
Now, Pat was so furious that she wanted to go out and begin slugging her son. She didn't blame the unfortunate victim of his tormenting sexual acts.
But he didn't stop. All of the sudden he was suggesting something.
"How would you like for me to eat your pussy?" he laughed.
"Oh, that would be frantic," she panted eagerly.
Glancing out Pat could see the girl slipping her absurd panties off. Then, he knelt and grabbed her legs and buried his head in her mound.
"Do it, baby," she begged. "Do it."
She didn't have to tell him for he was most aggravated by his mother. The desire to torture her some more prompted him to stab his tongue into the girl's pussy over and over as she had never been loved there before. Of course, she couldn't understand it. All she knew was that her vagina walls were getting a workout such as they had never seen.
The tongue stiffened and stabbed at her clitoris. Electrical, sexual waves surged through her body as she tingled from the top of her head to the tip of her toes. She was groaning and moaning in passionate delight. With every sound of her pleasure, torture surfaced in his mother who was watching.
"Oh, you pussy-eater," she panted. "You know how to make a girl happy. Oh, what a tongue man. Tongue it, baby, tongue it. Oh, yes, wowie!"
The super sensations that were surging through her now, had her grinding her hips.
"Oh, ah, yes, yes, baby, yes!"
The pleasure was building until he knew that she would juice. He slowed down the tempo of his tongue stabbing action to prolong the moment of climax.
Each second of their pleasure seemed like years of torture to his mother, as she stood there pressing her fingernails into her fingers. She thought to herself of ways to get even. She wouldn't let the little bastard get by with this. Not pretty Pat who could attract men like that. She was used to having men adore her. Drop at their feet and beg for more. Now, to behold such a sick and sorry spectacle as this cheap, little tramp with her wonderful son, down there on his knees putting his face next to her mound, using his tongue to stab into her most personal, her most intimate area, revolted her completely.
"I'm cuming," she cried as she climaxed. "I made it."
To herself she thought, "How the hell could you help but make it with all the vengeance he put into that tongue stabbing action.
Now it wouldn't be much longer. It was far too long for Pat.
Withdrawing his tongue, he got to his feet and kissed her.
"That's a revolting kiss," his mother thought.
When the girl looked up at Joey, she panted, "Ohh, Joey, you're a real tiger. I never knew that you could love like that. No one ever told me what a super duper lover you were."
"I'm not bad, am I baby?" he grinned, his eyes aglow with delight.
"You were tremendous," she assured him.
At this point, Pat couldn't stand it any longer. She started walking down the hall but as she got closer she decided that she didn't dare move. She could just hear him asking her if she was jealous. If the girl ever got wind of what had gone on between them, their reputations would both be ruined. This fear held her back. She listened to the small talk that he was making as the girl went on giggling and telling him about some delicious, awful orgies.
"You've never attended one of our high school orgies, have you Joey?" she asked.
"No," he told her, "do they have things like that?"
"All the time, baby doll," she said.
"Oh I would love to go to one of those things," he told her. "We would really have a time of it."
"Sure we could, darling," she said.
She was slipping into her horrid looking panties and patting him on the face affectionately.
"I hope your mom wasn't around," the girl said.
"You don't have to worry about my mom," he chuckled. "She's real broadminded."
"Well, there aren't many parents who are and I really am happy to hear that she is a wise one."
"Oh, she's real cool," he chuckled. "She thinks it's good for me to run around and get experience. She knows experience is the best teacher and she doesn't want me to grow up ignorant."
"You're the most knowledgeable man on sex, Joe, I've ever had."
"Considering how many men you've had," he chuckled, "that's quite a compliment."
"It really is," she said, "cause I took on the whole football team one night."
"I'll bet you made out alright, didn't you?" he laughed.
"Well, they gave me a dollar for each," she said.
"What did you do?" he asked.
"A quickie blow job," she said. "Of course I couldn't put much into it because it was an assembly line fuck."
"I understand," he said.
"And I can tell you one thing too, Joey," she complimented him, "you really are tremendous. I've tasted all those flavors and you taste best."
"Well thank you, honey," he said.
"Did you enjoy me?" she giggled.
"Well sure I did," he said.
"Would you recommend me?" she giggled.
"Oh, sure baby," he said. "I would give you a testimonial."
"In writing?" she asked slyly.
"Well, not in writing, baby doll," he said, "that wouldn't be nice."
"Now, don't be a goody, goody two-shoes," she giggled. "I'm so sick of these people who are pre-revolution."
"Pre-revolution ? " he asked the girl, puzzled.
"Why yes, baby," she said, "pre-sex revolution. Everything is changing now and what was out yesterday is in today. Just like me. A girl like me wouldn't have been voted as homecoming queen yesterday. They would have considered me a slut."
"Well, baby doll," he said, "you've helped more guys cum, so it's natural that you be picked as homecoming queen."
That made her laugh.
"Oh, you're a riot," she said.
"So are you, baby," he told her. "A super chick. As a matter-of-fact you ought to write up your sexual experiences for English Lit."
"Miss Cambridge would have a fit," she giggled. "She's an old crank. She doesn't know where it's at."
"I know it," he told her, "I don't think Miss Cambridge has ever been fucked."
"Not unless she's used a hand-held dildo," she giggled.
"You've got a real dirty mind," he said. "That's why I'm so popular," she nodded. "That's probably the truth, baby," he said. "My motto is, keep your pussy clean, but keep your sex dirty."
"I read you, baby," he said, "and my motto is, keep your cock hard and your mouth, your ass and your pussy open."
"Oh, you're a triple threat," she giggled.
"I take it any way I can," he told her. "I have no inhibitions."
"Oh, everybody has some inhibitions," she said. "Take me for example. There are a lot of things I wouldn't do."
"Name one," he laughed.
"I'll tell you one," she said. "I'd never fuck a dog."
"Have you ever refused one," he chuckled.
"Sure I did," she said. "The football team tried to get me to screw a dog. I refused. They offered me $10 if I would. I admit the $10 was tempting but I didn't think it was nice."
"Well," he told her, "I've got to hand it to you. You're a real puritan."
"I think so," she said, "I have my scruples."
"Not many, honey," he chuckled, "but I guess you do have a few."
"Precious few," she said, "but after all is life a ball?"
"When you live the way we do, baby," he said, "it is."
"Do you think we're doing wrong?" she asked. From the hall a voice answered, "yes."
"Who was that?" the girl asked.
"Nobody," Joey laughed, as he hurried her out of the house.