Chapter 3
Now, Pat Alexander was furious. She had practically destroyed a good relationship with her son, but more than that she had revealed to him just how jealous she was. Realizing this, she could hardly stand it as she was left alone while her son and the cheap girl he brought home with him were gone.
She began imagining all sorts of things. She wondered if this young girl was a hooker. She wondered if her mother was too. She could imagine the two of them making love to her beautiful boy. This tormented and tortured her. She could not get to sleep. She began lighting cigarettes one after the other. Finally, she heard the door open. "Honey, is that you," she called out. "No, mom," he chuckled, "it's Mr. Clean."
"Oh, baby," she said, "I worried about you."
"Please don't," he informed her. "Why not?" she demanded. "You could get in so much trouble."
It was beginning to bother her more and more now. Then she realized that perhaps there was nothing she could do about it and she changed her line of attack.
"Maybe you'd like to bring someone home, honey," she said. "A boyfriend. Wouldn't it be good if you had a boyfriend visit instead of a girlfriend."
"What for?" he asked.
"Well, you can't have sexual relationships all the time," she explained. "If you had a young boyfriend, you could join him and go to sports events. Wouldn't that be wonderful?"
"Oh, I don't know," he said. "I could take my chick."
"Yes, you could," she said, "but I think it would be far better for you, honey, if you had some male companionship too."
All the time that she was talking she was thinking. She decided that the best way to teach him would be to give him a dose of his own medicine. She knew that this could be accomplished if he would fall into the trap that she was carefully, artfully laying for him.
"Now, honey," she said, "will you do as I say?"
"Yes, mom," he said, "I'll bring Chuck over."
"Is Chuck a sports enthusiast?" she asked him.
"He certainly is, mom," he said, "he's on the football team in high school."
"How nice," she said, "it's such a shame that you flunked out."
"My grades weren't high enough, mom," he said. "Remember that. It wasn't that I'm not good enough to be on the team. Don't you forget it."
"Of course," she said.
As he listened to her, he realized that she had something in mind but he couldn't figure out what it was.
"Aren't you going to bawl me out?" he demanded.
"Now, why should I dear? she laughed. "If that's what you want. That's what you want."
"I heard you in here," he said, "and I don't think it was very nice of you to almost barge out on me."
"Well, I didn't, did I?" she told him.
"Well, no," he said, "but you almost did."
"Don't be so difficult with me, dear," she said. "I've tried my very best to help you."
"Well, mom," he said, "I've got to go to bed. I've had a pretty wild night."
"That's the truth," she said.
He went to bed but he found it very difficult to sleep for he was thinking about his mother. Strangely he had to admit to himself that she had been a better fucker than the girl he brought home. This bothered him. Over and over the word "mother-fucker" kept repeating in his mind like a tape that was stuck. At last he got to sleep. However, Pat Alexander couldn't sleep. She heard everything outside, and when some dogs started barking she became so outraged that she got off the bed and went outside and shouted at them to be quiet.
That brought a neighbor lady out.
"Don't wake us up," the neighbor lady yelled at her.
"Keep your damn dogs quiet," she shrieked back.
Going back into the house she tried to sleep but still it wouldn't come. Then she began thinking about her husband. What if he reappeared on the scene? This thought tormented her. She knew that he would have one hell of a fit if he ever caught her having sex with their son. She banished this thought from her mind and finally about 8 o'clock in the morning drifted off to sound sleep.
When young Joey got up, he didn't bother to waken her. He fixed his own breakfast and hurried off to school. At school he got talking to Chuck and he remembered what his mother said about having some male friends as well as his fucking girlfriends.
"You know, Chuck," he smiled, "we ought to go together to some sports events."
"That would be a blast," Chuck said. "I've wondered why you've never suggested going. I've suggested it but you've always said you were tied up with a girlfriend or something.
"Well, I shouldn't be doing so much screwing around," he admitted. "I ought to tame down a little."
"Sports are a lot of fun," he told him. "Come on and enjoy yourself."
They went over to the high school patio lunch counter and ordered orange juice. Then, Chuck told him about a girl he had discovered.
"You know I went out with Betty Bradford," he smiled, "and what a chick she turned out to be. I thought she was one of those chicks who wouldn't give. Boy, how wrong I was!"
"So you had a pretty good time, hey," he said.
"You bet your ass I did," he said. "We did everything. I mean we did the 69 and then some other stuff I've never done before."
Just then the counselor, Mr. Martinez, stepped over.
"Can I join your discussion, boys?" he asked.
"Sure," Chuck lai"v-' "who did you ball this weekend?"
"Don't you kids ever think of anything else besides sex?" he demanded.
"Now, don't fool me, Mr. Martinez," Chuck laughed, "you like to fuck too. Sure you do. You've got a wife and you don't have to worry about getting any. You always have a piece of ass available."
"Now look," Martinez said, "that's no way to talk to your instructor. After all, don't you have any respect for yourself even if you don't have any for me?"
"Come off it," Chuck laughed. "I don't dig this hypocrite stuff."
"It's not hypocrite stuff," he insisted, "you boys should be home, doing your homework."
"That's for the birds," he said. "Too many guys have graduated from college already."
The bell sounded and the boys went back to class. Chuck assured his friend Joey that they would get together for a football game the following Saturday night.
Joey always hated to go to the next class. It was a class in health and hygiene. The instructor was always trying to make life miserable.
"Now students," the teacher began, "I want to make one point perfectly clear. That is, I'm not trying to take a moral stand one way or the other. All I can say is this, here at our high school we had a VD checkup two weeks ago. The results were not gratifying. About 90 percent of you had VD.
A round of laughter went through the classroom.
"That is not a very good score," he said.
The students were silent for a moment.
"What do you recommend?" a young girl who was chewing bubble gum in the front row asked him.
"I recommend this," he said, "that all of you stop playing around. This sex stuff has gone too far."
Again there was laughter.
"I'm tired of hearing about all of these pregnancies in this school," he said.
Just then the foolish young girl who was snapping her bubble gum raised her hand.
"What is it?" he asked the girl.
"And to think I was planning to name my child after you if it were a boy."
That brought another wave of laughter across the room.
"That isn't funny," he snapped angrily.
"I don't think it's funny having a baby either," she said, "especially not in school. They used to let you drop out. Now they make you go to that old pregnancy class and it's tough getting in there because it's so crowded."
"That'll be enough," he said.
He gave a written assignment and discontinued talking to the students. He was becoming so disgusted that he could hardly stand it.
That night when Joey went home, his mother had a big meal prepared for him.
"What's the occasion?" he asked her.
"For what, honey?" she asked.
"For this big spread," he said. "You up to something?"
"Gratitude," she said. "I'm under suspicion because I fixed a good meal for you."
"Well, you do it so seldom," he told her frankly, "that it's no wonder you're under suspicion."
"No honey," she said, "I just felt as though I hadn't been a perfect mom to you and I'm trying to make up for it. I'm so sorry for the way that I've acted."
As he looked at her, she could see how confused he was. He could hardly look at her straight in the face and she knew that he was uptight.
"Now, honey," she told him, "you need to relax."
"I don't know what makes me so nervous," he said.
"Nervousness reflects fears," she said, "and I can help you."
"Can you, mom?" Joey asked her.
"Certainly, darling," she said. "Let me massage you."
"I didn't know that you knew how to give a massage," he told her.
"Well, I do, honey," she said. "Now, why don't you just do this. You stretch out in the bedroom and, of course, take off all of your clothes and I will relax you."
She said it huskily as the idea of having an opportunity to see him naked turned her on.
"Now this is not for sex," he reminded her.
"Why no, of course not."
After dinner they were ready and he followed her into the bedroom.
"Now I hope you'll do a good job because I really am uptight," he told her.
"Your father said I was good enough to be in the business," she said.
"What business, mom?" he said suggestively.
"Really, dear," she said, "if I didn't know that you had a twisted sense of humor I would be furious."
"Consider it a compliment, mom," he said. "That's where all the money is."
He began undressing and as he did so she got more and more excited.
"Take off everything, honey," she said, as he retained his shorts.
"Alright," he agreed.
He slid out of his shorts and then his telltale hard-on was revealed.
"Is this what you wanted to see?" he said, grabbing his penis.
"Why, dear," she said, "I don't like you're doing that. You know, mother doesn't appreciate vulgarity."
"Grabbing my cock and holding it up to you isn't vulgarity," he said, "it's what you wanted to see. Doesn't it look good?"
"Get over there," she said coolly.
He got on the bed and stretched out.
"Now breathe deeply in and out," she suggested.
He did that and he was amazed that he did feel more relaxed.
"Now that's better," she said. "Just relax."
As he continued lying there he felt her hands massaging all over him. She was rubbing him with oil. He liked the feel of oil on his back.
"That feels good, mom," he smiled.
"Good honey," she said.
Now, she was rubbing vigorously up and down his spine until it tingled.
"Oh, that's great," he told her eagerly.
"Sure it does, darling," she told him. "Mother knows how to help you."
Suddenly she got a wild idea as she let her hands wander over his buttocks smoothly. Massaging them vigorously she saw him getting really turned on.
"You know, honey," she said, "I could brush my breasts over your buttocks."
"Say that would be a good massage," he said. "Why don't you do it for me."
"Alright, love," she said.
It didn't take her long to get out of her dress. Then when she was naked except for her panties, she massaged some of the oil over her breasts. Then she bent over and brushed her oily breasts over his buttocks. He loved the sensation and he felt his spine tingling with sexual ecstasy.
"Oh, mom," he panted, "that's fantastic. Keep that up!"
She massaged vigorously with her hands as she continued pressing her bosoms on his behind.
"Oh, mom," the young boy panted, "that feels great when you slide your hand down between my ass."
She used her hand to slip down between his asscheeks which were oily and slippery.
"I'm rubbing your prostate, honey," she told him. "That's real good for you. Daddy used to love that," she said.
"I love it too," he told her. "Oh, wow!"
The pleasure was beginning to surface now and he could hardly stand it.
"Oh, keep that up," he told her. "Keep doing it."
Faster and faster she massaged and then she pulled down farther and buried her face between his buttocks.
"Oh, wow!" he panted. "Let me turn over so I can turn on."
She moved off him a moment and then she gripped his proud penis in her hand.
"Lick my penis, baby," he begged her.
She let her hot tongue lave the head of it. Then she licked the side of it. Effectively letting her tongue sweep over the cock she gave him super excitement that he never knew existed.
"Come on, baby," he told her, "that's beautiful!"
The pleasure increased every moment. She was desperate for more sexual excitement, and she wasn't going to stop now.
"Oh, wow!" he panted, "I love it. Oh, ah, yes, mom, slip your mouth over it. Mount me!"
Vigorously she let her mouth slip over the head of his shaft and she flicked her tongue back and forth.
"Oh, that's what I like," he told her. "Yes, mom, yes."
The pleasure was building now as she fastened her lips on his shaft.
"Keep it up," he told her. "Keep that up."
Her head was bobbing up and down on his penis as she played with his balls.
"Oh, yes," he told her, "play with my nuts."
Her fingertips worked them over good and he became more and more stimulated.
"Oh, wow!" he panted, "I love it. Keep that up. Oh, yes, do me!"
She was enjoying it and so was he. Together they were experiencing sex as they had never experienced it before.
"Oh, ah, yes, yes, that's what I want. Faster, faster, mom. Oh, yes, keep it going!"
It wasn't going to be much longer now. The sensations that surged through them both were bringing them to the brink.
"Come on," he panted. "Get it, mom."
Reaching down he grabbed her head and forced her down the length of his shaft.
"Oh, do it, mom," he told her. "You're better than that cheap little fucker I had over here the other night. Do it, mom, do it!"
Proudly she did her thing. He was dizzy with delight as he flipped back and forth, enjoying this as he had never enjoyed anything before.
"Eat me," he told her. "That's how I like it. Oh, baby, do it!"
The super sensations climaxed when he shot his gun off in her mouth.
"I'm cuming, mom," he cried excitedly. "I'm cuming!"
Sure enough he was. The hot, white cum surged into her mouth. She gasped as he kept stabbing it down her. She felt it sliding down her throat as the steady stream of juices kept pouring.
"Oh, eat me," he gasped. "Eat me, mom. Oh, ah, yes, yes, eat it!"
He had given her a super sperm load and this was exactly what she wanted. She continued doing her thing until she had finished. Then she slid off him. She pulled her hands away from his balls and slapped his ass playfully.
"Enjoy it," she smiled up at him.
"You bet I did," he said, "and I'm not afraid to admit it either. You're good at it, mom."
"Thank you, love," she said, "I only wanted to bring happiness. Sometimes I am afraid that I will bring you trouble. All I want to do, love, is bring you happiness."
"I know, mom," he said. "Come up here and straddle me. I want to eat you."
These were words she wanted to hear. She straddled him wrapping her legs around his neck. Then she looked down at him. He looked like a starving young stud with his tongue sliding along her slit. His hands gripped her ass cheeks and held on as he stabbed away.
"Eat me," she begged.
Suddenly he stabbed his tongue inside. The stabbing tongue continued licking away across her clitoris. The excitement was building every moment.
"Oh, keep that up," she said. "Yes, that's the way to do it. Keep it up."
The pleasure mounted until she could hardly stand it.
"Oh, grab mama's breasts, baby," she panted.
His hands shot up to her bosoms, grasping them tightly. He used his fingertips to pinch the nipples. The nipples became instantly erect and now she was pressing tighter against his face.
"Eat it," she told him. "Eat it!"
His hot tongue lashed away at her velvety vagina walls. He loved the aroma of her there and he delighted in looking at her fur trimmed mound. Keeping his eyes open so he wouldn't miss anything, he looked up at her bosoms. The sight of them becoming erect stimulated him even more.
"Oh, mom," he said, "reach back and pump my penis."
She told him that this was not the way to do it in no uncertain terms.
"You never take your tongue out of a woman's pussy," she said, "not until she is finished."
"Sorry, about my bad manners." he chuckled, and went back to licking her there.
His hot tongue continued lashing away as she reached back to grip his huge penis and pull up and down on it as he did her. His hands were on her asscheeks now as he pulled her tighter to his mouth. He formed a suction cup effect as he stabbed vigorously.
"Eat my pussy," she begged. "Oh, baby, that's the way I like it. Way in there. Lick it. Oh, honey, now it feels great!"
The super sensations that were surging through her body at this time had her trembling with passionate pleasure.
"Eat it," she cried excitedly, "oh, yes, eat me!"
She juiced and his hot tongue licked her up anxiously.
"Eat me, baby," she begged. "Oh, baby doll, eat me!"
The happy excitement of being loved this way had given her sensations and pleasure she never knew existed. He didn't quit licking until he had finished her.
"That's crazy stuff," he chuckled as he pulled out of her.
"Yes, it is, darling," she said. "It's crazy any way you look at it. But it's fun, isn't it?"
"Yes, mom, it is," he said softly.
"Now, darling," she said, "I know you won't tell anyone."
She was unwinding her legs now and looking in the mirror and feeling a bit guilty.
"Tell anybody," he chuckled. "I guess not. They would say I was an awful kid. Warped. Sick."
"I know," she said, "so many people have narrow-minded ideas. It's dreadful, but baby, we can rise above all that, can't we?"
"Sure we can, mom," he winked.
Still naked she started to dress.
"Don't put your clothes on," he said. "I like just looking at you naked."
"But, son," she laughed, "I can't run around the house bare-ass naked."
"Yes, you can, mom," he told her. "It doesn't hurt anything. I've been waiting to look at a woman naked for so long I don't want you to put any clothes on now."
"Alright, baby doll," she said.
She went into the kitchen and looked into the refrigerator.
"Would you like some orange juice, honey?" she called back to him.
"That would be great, mom," he said, "and a sandwich."
"How would you like a steak, love?" she asked.
"Okay," he told her. "We'll celebrate."
She took out a couple of steaks and fixed them quickly. Then she poured him some orange juice. Coming into the kitchen, he was naked too.
"I see you didn't put any clothes on either," she laughed.
"I just feel more uninhibited and free when I'm naked like this."
"Great, baby," she said. "There isn't a reason in the world that we need to wear those confining clothes when we're alone."
"Right on," he said, as he sat down and began tearing into his steak. She enjoyed watching him enjoy his food so much.
"Come on, sweetheart," she said, "slow down. You're eating your food much too fast."
"I'm starved," he said.
"I guess all that fucking made you hungry," she said.
"Well, I did lose a lot of sperm," he said.
"But you got a lot back," she giggled.
She was enjoying her food as she hadn't enjoyed eating anything in years. At last she was feeling sexually satisfied.
"You know, mom," he said, "I thought you were awful until I tried screwing around with that cheap slut. She was no good. Actually the important thing is if you enjoy it. And I didn't begin to enjoy it the way I enjoy it with you. So it makes it right for us to enjoy each other even that way."
"You have a beautiful way of looking at life," she said. "It's wonderful to be young and look at life through rose-colored glasses."
"No, mom," he told her, "I'm not looking at anything through rose-colored glasses. I'm being realistic."
"Yes, you are," she said. "You're being honest with yourself for the first time. I knew that when we made love, son, that we were sort of meant for each other."
"That's true," he said, "you and I belong together. But I hope you understand one thing. It isn't forever."
A pang went through her as she realized the truth of what he was telling her.
"Why of course not," she said. "I was just thinking of you and I having sex during your developmental stage. I wanted to help you, dear."
She reached across the table and patted his hand gently.
"I know you do, mom," he said, "and don't think I don't appreciate it either. You put everything into that last fuck."
"You liked it, huh?" she said excitedly.
"Oh, very much," he assured her.
She was eager to channel his energy away from women who could be competition for her. She always had that fear that someday he would find a chick that would turn him on in such a way that he wouldn't come back to mom for sex.
"So you are going to the football game next weekend?" she asked.
"Right on, mom," he told her.
"Great, darling," she said.
"You know," she said, "when I was a young girl I didn't begin to have enough adventure. Actually I think that it was frightfully bad for me not to have sex until I married your father."
"Don't tell me you were one of those things?" he laughed.
"What do you mean one of those things?" she asked.
"One of those virgins from the dark ages," he chuckled.
"Well, I was," she said, "and I don't appreciate your making fun of me either. I always tried to lead a very good and moral life."
"Good for you, mom," he chuckled.
Now he had some idea of what she was up to, and it excited her intensely that he was so eager to play down her virginity for she had started him on the road to sexual manhood.
"You know, sweetheart," she told him, "so many people's minds are trapped. They can't grapple with the big problems of overpopulation and things like that. I'm happy, honey, that I'm not trapped in anything except the web of your love."
"Oh, you put that so beautiful," he said.
"Well, it's true," she said. "They've been pushing this ethics thing for so long that people got afraid to respond to their own feelings. What could be more natural than a mother loving her son?"
"Yeah, but don't tell anybody," he said.
"Of course not, dear," she said, "they would never understand. As long at it's kept between you and I we have nothing to fear."
"Right," he told her.
As she listened to him talking about the game next Saturday night her eyes flashed with excitement. She could see that he had listened to her, and he was stopping all this playing around with all these ridiculous young girls, girls who would only get him into trouble one way or another.
"I'm so proud of you, son," she beamed at him.
"I'm so turned on with you, mom," he told her. "I could fuck you again."
"Oh, honey," she said, "you shouldn't."
"Why not, mom?" he smiled. Then he pulled away from the table and revealed his hard-on.
"That does seem a little strange to have you pull away from the table and show me that thing," she laughed.
"Let's go back in the bedroom," he told her. "I'd like to give you a good balling."
They went back to the bedroom and she lay on her back. Spreading her legs she reached up and motioned for him to come to her.
"Come over here, baby," she smiled, "and fuck your mama."
Joey was excited now. She was urging him on. Straddling his mom he slid himself smoothly into her vagina.
"Oh, give it to me," he gasped. "Give me a good fuck. Come on and fuck!"
As the penis drilled into her vagina the excitement surged.
"Fuck it," he told her. "Fuck, baby, fuck!"
She flung her legs around him and threw her pelvis forward.
"That's it," he panted, "give it to me. Twist your hips, baby."
She ground her ass around alright and then she reached up to grip his buttocks. Letting her hands slide along his asscheeks he became more and more excited.
"Oh, mom," he told her, "stick your finger up there."
She let her finger slide up his asshole and he went to town.
"Oh, baby," he panted, "fuck, fuck, fuck!"
His breath was coming huskily now as the pleasure increased.
"How do you like it mom?" he panted.
"Oh, son," she gasped, as the erotic waves engulfed her," you have no idea how this feels to me. Oh, give it to me. I love that big hot cock of yours in there. Shove it. Shove it up there!"
Inch by inch he moved farther into her as he went up ramming away.
"Oh, fuck me," she finally blurted. "Fuck your mama."
Joey listened to her and he didn't stop drilling into her for a second. Reaching around him she gripped his ass cheeks in her hands playfully.
"Oh, your ass feels fantastic," she told him. "I love every part of you."
Her hands wandered up his back as she clawed him.
"Take it easy, mom," Joey admonished her.
Glancing in the mirror, he loved the sight of her legs locking around him as his cock shot into her.
"Fuck it," he panted. "Fuck, baby, fuck!"
The supercharged excitement that they were both experiencing now could not be eclipsed. She was getting fucked as she had never been fucked before.
"Oh, Joey baby," she began crying, "it's beautiful."
"Well, don't cry," he told her.
"I can't help it," she said. "I've never been fucked like this in years. You have no idea how much I've needed it. Every inch of it. I want it all. Shove it to me, Joey. Fuck me, Joey baby. Fuck me!"
As she cried out passionately, her fingers slid up farther up his asshole. He loved it more every moment.
"Fuck it," he gasped. "Fuck it, mom. Fuck it!"
Suddenly she brushed her breasts across his chest. This got him going. He rammed it in harder and exploded in her vagina. This brought her there too. The erotic excitement had her juicing in multiple orgasms as she had never cum before. Now, sliding her finger out of his asshole, she gripped his asscheeks tightly and threw her pelvis forward.
"Oh, fuck!" she gasped excitedly. "Fuck, baby, fuck. That's what I want. Fuck it baby. Oh, ah, yes, baby, yes, fuck baby, fuck!"
The supercharged excitement of what she was experiencing now had her body tingling with emotion.
"Oh, Joey baby, kiss me."
Joey's mouth pressed his mother's mouth. Opening her mouth, she allowed his tongue entrance. As he slipped it into her mouth she flipped her tongue under his and panted.
"Oh, Joey I love you," she told him. "I love you so much."
Not knowing what to say, he nodded and smiled.
"I love you too, mom," his voice trembling with emotion. As once his penis had shot, he began realizing what a terrible thing he was really doing.
The look in his eyes frightened her. "You enjoyed it, didn't you Joey?" she asked earnestly.
"Sure I did, mom," he said reluctantly.
Yet as he said these words fears raced through her mind for she was sure that he was feeling guilty and this was what she did not want. She didn't want to give Joey a guilt hang-up. She would have to erase it but how she could subtract this kind of moral value system from his mind was a problem.
"That was fantastic," she complimented him, as he slid his penis out of her.
"Am I as good as dad?" he asked seriously.
"You're better than he ever was," she said.
"Will I score with all women like I score with you?" he asked.
. That was hard for her to answer.
"Sure you will, honey," she grinned, knowing full well that she never wanted him to score with anybody's body but hers.