Chapter 5
The hangover that Pat Alexander had the next day was something else. When she awoke in the morning it seemed as if she had rocks in her head. Her young son was furious. He barged into her bedroom and flatly told her, "You are a cheap, common slut."
"Why, honey," she said, "how can you say such a terrible thing to your mother. I always wondered if they didn't mix up the babies at the hospital."
"You don't need to tell me anything about right and wrong. I found out last night how common, how cheap you were."
She rubbed her forehead and then opening her eyes drowsily said, "Don't wake me up in the middle of the night."
"It's not the middle of the night," he told her. "It's 2 o'clock in the afternoon."
"Well, it seems like the middle of the night," Pat Alexander said quietly.
Her young son sat on the edge of the bed.
"You would have to make out with him, wouldn't you?" he said angrily.
"Now, dear," she said, "I wasn't trying to upset you. If you are so insistent that you have a pure mother, why don't you find another mother?"
Joey got to his feet.
"You don't really like me at all, do you, mom ? "
She looked at him through misty eyes little knowing how much he despised her.
"Honey," she said, "can't you understand."
"If you want to have sex with my buddies," he said, "I'll bring them over. If that's the way you want to live I'll help you but I don't ever want to fuck you again."
"Can't we just talk this over, darling," she smiled.
"No, mom," he told her, "you've gone too far this time."
Then a new idea seized her imagination. She had enjoyed sex with his young friend so much that she began calculating how she could get more.
"Joey," she smiled, "I'll make a deal with you."
He looked at her and suspiciously wondered what she had in mind.
"What kind of deal, mom?" he asked.
"Oh, something real nice," she laughed.
"I'll bet it's real nice," he said.
She slid out of the bed, stark naked.
"Put some clothes on," he said angrily.
"Really, honey," she said, "you're being difficult."
"You're being impossible, mom," he said nervously.
Even though he was angry, he still found himself turning on.
"Joey," she said, "I want to ask you to do this. Bring your girlfriends home. That's alright but I want you to do me a favor too. Mama can't go without sex forever and I don't want to get jealous, so I think the answer is to find some well hung young man who needs sex."
"You're asking me to pimp for you," Joey said abruptly.
"What a horribly word to use," she said, groping for words.
"No, it's the truth," he said, "and you haven't faced the truth in a long time."
"Well, who does, darling?" she said.
As he listened to her, he became more and more aware of what an impossible person she was.
"You wouldn't have to feel guilty at all, darling," she said, "just tell them you've got a friendly mother."
Joey seized upon the opportunity. He was glad he had a place to bring his girlfriends. He didn't have another place to take them to because he had no money. As long as she would allow him to bring all the dames home that he wanted he thought it might not be a bad deal.
"Alright," he said going along with it. "I don't think much of the idea but if that's the way you want to play the game I guess that's the way you want to play it."
"Thank you, honey," she said.
Now he had the general idea and so did she.
"Sweetheart," she smiled at him, "you are wonderful. A mother couldn't ask for a finer son."
Joey laughed at her.
"And you are the model mother."
When he was gone she gave a guilty look at herself in the mirror. She realized that she wasn't getting any younger and to think she was doing it with these young boys did bother her conscience a little. However the tingling sensation at her moistening mound at the thought of having all the young cock she wanted, forced her to change her mind and go ahead with her plans. She put on some clothes and went to fix some food for Joey. He was watching television and she got tired of hearing him turn the game up so loud.
"Can't we ever have any movies on?" she demanded.
"Leave me alone, mom," he said, "I'm watching the game."
"Just like your father," she blasted him. "He was forever looking at football games. I've read things about men who look at football games too much."
"Forget it, mom," he said. "I want to watch this game."
"They suggest some rather strange things about their masculinity," she quipped, "and that's why they are so absorbed."
"Shove it," he said, "and let me enjoy this game."
He focused on the game and he didn't care about any food. When the game was finally over he went out to the kitchen to eat his dinner. The fact that the food was cold didn't bother him. His mother was in the living room absorbed in a hearts and flowers movie saga.
"Look at that crap you're looking at. I get so tired of those long suffering dames in the movies."
She was furious.
"How dare you say such a thing?" she said, "This is a very deep drama. This woman has two weeks to live and she just found out. She is being very brave."
"Yeah," Joey said, "she's all dressed up like a million dollars. She doesn't look like she is dying. She looks like someone is going to ball her in the next scene."
"Get out of here," she said, "and let me look at this movie."
Joey left and went to see a girlfriend, Terry. She was very fond of him and he always went there when he argued with his mom.
"Hi Joey," Terry smiled, as he walked up to the door.
"Hey Terry, want to have a malt with me."
"Sure Joey," she said, "just let me tell my dad."
"Why do you have to tell him?" he said. "Is he afraid that someone is going to kidnap you?"
"No," she said, "but he always says I should tell him when I leave the house."
She disappeared into the other room and told her father that she was going for a walk with Joey.
Meantime, Joey's mother was sitting at home infuriated. She knew that he was very disappointed that she had decided to have sex with the other young man. She had wanted to get him jealous.
When Joey finally got home he told his mother that he wanted to have Terry over and have sex. That got her really uptight.
"Now next Saturday night, mom, I'm going to bring Terry over and fuck her in my bedroom."
"Yes, son," she said, "I hope you have a real good time."
"Don't worry, mom," he chuckled, "we will."
Then she decided to get her own digs in.
"As long as you're going to have so much fun with her honey, do mama a big fat favor and bring me home a well-hung young stud. At least I'll keep it clean for him."
"If that's what you want," he said.
"That's what I need," she told him.
"Alright, mom," he said, "just don't bug me.
Stay out of my hair."
"Don't worry, dear," she said, "I wouldn't think of bothering you. If you don't appreciate a good balling with your mom, then you must go out and pick up a chick."
"That's what I've done," he told her, "and I'm going to enjoy myself. Now, when I go to school tomorrow I will check around and see if I can find a stud who'd like to ball you. It won't be easy to explain it but I'll just tell them I have a friendly mother."
"I'm sure that he will catch on, honey," she said, "if you present it the right way. Another thing I want to point out is how imperative it is that you tell any young boy that is going to come over here that he must never tell anyone. Tell him that if he talks I won't have anything to do with him. It would wreck a good thing."
"Don't worry, mom," he said, "I know how to handle it."
"I do hope so, Joey," she said.
She didn't pay anymore attention to him and went into her bedroom to watch TV alone.
"Do you want anything, Joey," she called out.
"I can fix my own TV dinner," he said.
"Some of those TV dinners are delicious, honey," she said.
"Well, maybe you think so," he told her, "but
I'd appreciate some good home cooking."
She didn't pay any attention to him. She was thrilled that there was something he wanted from her that she could refuse even if it was food and not sex. It gave her a kind of gratification to tease him.
The next day after he had gone to school she had an idea. She thought what she needed was a psychic advisor. So she scanned the Sunday classified section for spiritual and psychic advisers.
She found one that she thought would be good, Madame Mireya.
She dialed Madame Mireya's phone number and asked for an appointment. , "Well, I'm awfully busy," she said, "that I don't know when I could take you."
"Please," she told her, "squeeze me in. It's so important. Could you take me this afternoon ? "
"I would have to cancel someone else and that would force me to charge you double."
"Alright," she said, "it means that much to me."
"Yes, dear, I understand. That'll be $25."
"Fine," she said, "money is no object."
"Good," she said, "I'll expect you around two o'clock."
She got dressed happily as she thought about receiving some help. She had often thought of dabbling in the other world but she had never quite gotten up the nerve to do it. However, at this point she was so troubled and nervous she figured she could do anything. This feeling of power moved her to just about blurt everything to Madame Mireya as she walked into her quaint apartment.
She looked at her and she noticed that she was dressed in a blue, silk Indian outfit. On Madame Mireya's hands were rings, many rings. Her hair was parted in the middle and even though her eyes were black, her hair was blonde. It was an obvious dye job and not too good as it was black at the roots.
"Good afternoon, my dear," Madame Mireya began politely.
"Oh, Madame Mireya, I'm so pleased to meet you."
"I perceive that you have some big problems."
"Madame Mireya, you're so right. I do have a terrible problem. You must help me."
"I will consult my occult powers to help you all I know how. Before we have our consultation it is customary to pay the fee. It is only an offering and not actually a charge. I call it the love offering."
"Here it is," she said, "$25."
"I thank you," she said, as she tucked the bills between her breasts.
"Why do you dress this way, Madame Mireya?" Pat asked.
"Because my dear," she said, "I was another woman in my last reincarnation."
"Well, who were you?" she said.
"A courtesan in the Egyptian kingdom," she said.
"But you're dressed in an Indian outfit," she reminded her.
"Yes," she said, "and why shouldn't the styles of India be introduced to Egypt?"
Pat didn't have an answer for that and so she listened.
"I get a man's vibration," she said as she glanced into her crystal ball."
Immediately Pat nodded.
"You're picking up good vibes," she said, "but would I see anything if I looked into your crystal ball?"
"I'm afraid not," Madame Mireya said ceremoniously, "for one must have psychic vision to see in this crystal ball."
"Oh," she said nervously, "then I'll just have to take your word for it."
"I wish you would," Madame Mireya said. "Yes, I see this is a lover and he is giving you some trouble."
"You can say that again," Pat nodded.
"I will then," Madame Mireya smiled smugly. "Your lover is giving you a lot of trouble. I see the only sensible course for you to follow is for you to give him a lot of competition. Let him know that other men appreciate you and when he finds you attracting a few males into your chambers, then he will return to you and give you all of his passion and love."
The Madame acted as if the whole thing was over and Pat was pretty disgusted.
"Is that 25 bucks worth?" she demanded bluntly.
"What did you expect," Madame Mireya said. "I've told you what I saw. What else do you want?"
"I would like to know about my last reincarnation," she said.
Madame Mireya leaned back and laughed.
"Oh, my dear," she said, "a life reading for $25. What psychics have you been going to lately?"
"This is my first time," she admitted.
"Then I can understand your ignorance," she said. "Nobody these days give a life reading for less than fifty to a hundred and I charge $100. I give the last 3 incarnations."
"Oh, that's terribly exciting," she said eagerly, "couldn't you just give me one incarnation?"
"Well," she said, "I don't really think I should."
"Couldn't you?" she asked earnestly.
Madame Mireya's heart melted.
"Well, if you wouldn't tell anyone, dear," she said "that I gave you a reincarnation for the regular crystal ball fee, I guess I could stretch things a little."
"Oh, wonderful," she said eagerly, "if I could only understand."
Glancing at her crystal ball, Madame Mireya let out a howl. She looked there and kept looking.
"What do you see?" Pat asked eagerly. "What do you see?"
"I see you were a whore in your last reincarnation," she said. "You were working at a brothel in Chicago."
"Oh, no," Pat said, "cover it up. Don't look anymore."
"I've got to keep watching, honey," she said, "it's like watching a porno movie. I see you going down on a man. Yes, you are doing wild things with your hands, with your mouth, with your teeth. He's holding your head there guiding you over his male member."
She covered the ball up quickly, covering her eyes.
"More," Pat cried, "more."
"That's all," she said, "I can't tell you anymore than that you were a whore."
"You don't even know if I was a high priced one," Pat said.
"I'm sorry," she said, "I'm getting weary. It's always a big strain."
"It's a big pain if you ask me," Pat said. "You just called me a whore."
"The crystal ball does not lie," she told her, "and I simply said you were that in your last reincarnation. Perhaps that is why you are having it so difficult in this life finding love."
"Well, I guess I'm still picking up some of those vibes from the last reincarnation," Pat admitted, "because I like to fuck an awful lot."
"I thought you did, honey," she said, "I didn't want to tell you that but I was sure that you were quite a-shall we call it, nympho."
Madame Mireya got to her feet and lit another bar of incense.
"They always want the $100 reading for the $25 reading, don't they?"
"Well, I wouldn't know," Pat said, "this is my first time."
"Well, I'm used to it," she said nervously, "and don't think I appreciate it. I really don't. Everyone else gets paid. When you call a plumber you don't ask him to unstop the toilet unless you intend to pay him the full price. However, when they come to someone like me, they expect every reincarnation for the entrance fee."
"I guess you have a tough time of it, don't you?" she consoled her sarcastically.
"You bet your ass I do, honey," she said, "and wearing these damned Indian garments doesn't help any."
"Well, why don't you take them off?" she asked.
"My image," she replied, "they expect a person who reads one of these crystal balls to look a certain way. So, I went over to the costume company and bought this."
"You know I think you're a phony," Pat told her, "and I'm not going to pay any attention to what you said. You just gave me a dirty dig because I wanted a life reading for $25."
"Good day, Mrs. Alexander," Madame Mireya said sternly, as she got to her feet.
She twisted about so quickly that her blonde wig fell off revealing closely shaved black hair.
"Well," Pat laughed, "what lovely hair you have."
She left as Madame Mireya slipped her blonde wig back on.
In the days that followed, her young son Joey asked around the school to see if he could locate some hot blooded young stud who would satisfy his mom and take her off his back. He succeded when he interested Bill. Bill was a sturdy, young man with plenty of sexual go-power. Bill had black hair and deep brown eyes. He was an intense, dark-skinned young lover and was hot for Saturday night action. Having broken up with his girlfriend when she got pregnant, he was searching for a new love.
"What are you going to do about Alice?" Joey asked.
"She's pregnant," he told him. "That's her problem."
"But maybe you're the father," he suggested.
"Tough luck," he laughed.
"What do you mean ? " he asked.
"Just this," he told him, "she's been fucking around so much it's impossible to tell whose kid it is. Let her take care of that kid."
"Well, I can see your point," he said. "Alice was no virgin."
"You can say that again," he said. "Now if you got me some older dame that knows how to take care of herself so she won't get pregnant, and her old man won't kill me, that would be great."
"Yeah," he said, "I've found me a dame that will do it."
"Where can I fuck her?" he smiled. "I don't want to go to her place cause she might get me killed if her old man comes in or one of her kids and catches me fucking the old lady. I don't want to die."
"You can do it over at my place," he said quickly.
"Your place?" he asked, "how could I do that?"
"Well," he explained, "my mom and me live alone and mom will be working late Saturday night as a cocktail waitress. So you don't have to worry cause she doesn't get off work 'til 2 a.m."
"That's groovy," he said. "Why are you doing all this for me?"
"Because," he said, "this chick digs young studs and I told her that I would get her together with a young cat who liked to ball."
"Well, I'm that," he gulped. "I love to fuck alright."
"I know you do," he told him.
When Joey got home he revealed to his mother his game plan.
"You mean you didn't tell him I was your mother?" she asked.
"Right on," he said, "after all, he's never met you. How would he know?"
"Perhaps," she said thinking of the wig slipping off Madame Mireya's head, "I could wear a wig. A little disguise and he would never know."
"That's groovy, mom," he said. "You've got an imagination."
"Well, it takes imagination to hang on in this life," she said, "things can get pretty grim."
"I know," Joey said.
He was looking at her with a piercing stare and in the light of his eyes she felt guilt surging in her again. Instantly she turned off that emotion.
"Honey," she said, "how would you like a nice big steak for dinner tonight?"
"Oh, you don't have to get me anything special," he said, hoping that she wasn't going to take it out in a fuck later.
"Why no, honey," she said, "it's nothing special. Beef prices came down and I stocked up on steaks."
"Well, that sounds great," he admitted, "I'm a growing boy."
"Yes, you are, honey," she said, "you're growing up and you're growing out."
She reached down and stroked his penis in his pants.
"Don't do that, mom," he said angrily. "I don't like it."
"Sorry," she told him.
When Saturday night came Joey's mom was prepared. She had a red-haired wig and as she fitted in on herself she realized that she looked like a completely different woman.
"I'll just turn on some low lights in the bedroom, honey," she explained to her son, "and with this wig and all, he'll never know who I am. But I'll assure you of one thing, he'll dig my box."
Desperately trying to get Joey interested in her body once more, she told him confidentially, "I shaved it."
"You did what?" he asked.
"I decided to shave it," she said. "I think it might be more appetizing that way."
Now curiosity seized him.
"Let me look at it, mom," he begged.
"Why no," she said, "you have your girlfriend. Look at her box."
"But she's got hair on it," he said.
"Well, that's your problem," she said.
She had made her point and she had him dripping at the mouth to get a look at her there.
He turned away.
"Now you get in your room and keep the colored lights going. Then you can lie there in your negligee and turn him on."
She looked at him and shrugged.
"You don't tell your mother how to turn a man on," she said, "because your mother knows."
She giggled as she thought about the excitement she would have with his buddy, Bill.
"And where will you be fucking, dear?" she smiled.
"I'm going to take my chick upstairs," he said, "and in the bedroom. I don't want you watching."
"Don't be absurd," she said, "I'll be too busy with Bill."
About an hour later Joey returned with his girlfriend and he quickly put her up in the bedroom. Then he went back to his buddy Bill.
"Now, Bill," he told her, "go down the hall and you'll find her."
"What's the name of this dame?" Bill asked.
"Her name is Myrna," he smiled.
"That's a pretty name," Bill said quickly.
"She's a beautiful dame too," he told her.
"Good," he said, "because I can hardly wait to fuck her."
Joey went up to the bedroom. His friendly mother waited in anticipation of a wild night of sex. Bill walked into the room and got a good look at her.
"Oh, what a beautiful body you've got, baby," he smiled.
"Well, thank you, honey," she said.
"Well, Myrna," he said, "my name is Bill."
"Joe told me you were quite a stud man," she laughed.
"I am," he said shyly.
"Well, aren't you going to take your clothes off?"
"Well, sure," he said, "but I have a problem."
"What kind of problem, dear," she said hoping that it wasn't a veneral disease.
"Well," he said, "my old cock is so hard that I'm going to have trouble slipping out of my pants."
"Don't you worry your head about that," she said, "I'll give you a hand."
Getting off the bed she went over to him and unzipped his fly and unbuckled his belt. She reached in there and gripped his proud penis in her hand. Squeezing it she smiled up at him.
"Oh, what a big boy you are, Bill," she said coyly. "I can hardly wait."
"Come on, baby," he said, "how about licking it."
"Oh Joey must have told you how much I enjoyed that."
"He said you were a woman who would do anything," he smiled hotly.
"Well, almost anything," she said. "I think our bodies were meant to enjoy and there's nothing wrong if two people enjoy themselves. Right?"
"Right," he said.
Suddenly she was on her knees grasping his penis. Proudly he held it out to her.
"Lick the juicy head of it, honey," he smiled, "there's a good load in there for you."
"I can tell there is by the way it's quivering, honey," she said. "Is it that cold in here?"
"No," he laughed, "I'm just so horny I could explode right now."
"Well, let me get my mouth over it first, baby doll," she said. "I don't want to lose a drop of that stuff."
Her mouth moved over the head of his shaft and her tongue licked down the small slit. His body quivered as her hands ran over his smooth buttocks. Then she began toying with the crack in his ass.
"Oh, I like it when you put your hand there," he told her. "Oh, yes, blow me."
He was throwing his head back and groaning as his hands reached down to guide her over his penis shaft.
"Eat me," he said. "Oh, yes, eat it. That's what I like, baby. Do me. Do me!"
The super sensations that were surging through his body now had his spine tingling with excitement.
"Gobble it," he told her. "Gobble it."
The intense pleasure that he experienced as she worked her mouth up and down the length of his penis, had him flipping out.
"Oh, I'm almost there," he panted, as he went on pumping watching his balls jiggling. She loved the aroma of his loins. She was thrilled with the size of his penis and he was a better deal than her own son.
"I'm almost there," he panted, "don't stop now. Keep that loving up. Oh, ah, yes, that's how I like it. Faster, baby, faster!"
The wild sensations that surged through him as his penis exploded in her mouth sending out a steady stream of white juice, had him grasping her head and forcing his cock down her throat.
"Gobble it," he begged her. "Baby, gobble my stuff."
The hot juice spasmed down her throat and she held on his asscheeks so tightly she was scratching his buttocks.
"Take it easy on my ass," he told her.
She knew nothing now except her own sensual desires and lust for his body.
"Oh, wow," he panted, "that's too much."
He had never before experienced such sensual delight. When she had finished eating him she slid her mouth off, discovering how delicious his sperm tasted.
"How was I?" he asked rather shyly.
"You were delicious," she told him. "I could eat you all day."
Now, she wanted some action from him.
"Are you a good pussy eater?" she smiled.
"Sure I am," he smiled, "what do you think they teach us in school?"
"Well, I've been wondering," she said. "It's about time they give you something more exciting than math."
"Oh, I'd rather lick pussy than do math problems any day," he chuckled.
"I'm sure you would," she said, "and now you're going to have your chance."
Going over to the bed she spread her legs for him. Then reaching down she began massaging her pussy lips.
"Get on here, honey," she said.
It didn't require any begging to get him interested. He got on the bed and spread her pussy lips for her and then his hot tongue surged in her vagina. He started licking her there.
"Oh, that's tremendous," she told him, "you're real good at it."
His hands gripped her asscheeks and he held her in place while he buried his face in her hot mound.
"Eat it," she told him. "Eat my pussy. That's what I like. Lick it, baby. Lick it!"
As the tongue surged inside of her she became more and more excited.
"Keep it up, baby," she begged. "Oh, yes, love me. Oh, play with my breasts."
He released his grip on her ass and reached up to grip her breasts. Then he played with the nipples.
"Oh, I like that," she panted. "Yes, yes that's really beautiful."
The super sensations flooded through him now and had his body quivering.
"Oh," she gasped in sexual ecstasy, "I love it. Oh, baby, do me!"
The sensations that flooded her body at this point had her so excited that she was trembling with passionate desires. She wanted to offer herself to him and experience the thrills of his tongue licking her juices from her joy hole.
"Eat it," she begged him. "Eat it. Oh, ah, yes, yes, that's what I need. Eat me. Eat my pussy!"
It seemed as if the pleasurable sensations would never stop. Faster and faster he licked away.
"Oh, ah, yes, yes, that's what I need. Eat my pussy!"
Frantically she reached down to grip his head and guide him over her mound.
"Love it," she begged. "Love my pussy. Oh, honey, lick the love button. That's it. Oh, yes, you know how to make a woman happy."
She was amazed at the student's talented tongue. There was no doubt about it, he put plenty of passionate zing into sex.
"Eat that pussy," she commanded him. "Eat it. Oh, yes, lick it. Lick it, lover, lick it!"
He continued until she juiced in his face. As the hot spray went into his mouth he let his tongue lick all around there.
"Oh, baby," she panted, "that's the way I like it. Oh, do it. Do it!"
The super sensations that flooded her body at this point had her trembling.
Finishing he pulled his tongue out of her.
"You tasted good," he said.
"I'm glad you enjoyed it," she said.
"Never pass up a good piece of pussy," he smiled.
As she lay there looking at him she wished she were his age again. For a moment she could pretend. When his tongue had been sliding into her it was as if she was sliding into the past. She was his age. The connection couldn't be more intimate.
"What are you thinking about?" he asked, as he saw her looking away vaguely.
"You know," she laughed, "if you could be a little older and I could be a little younger we could meet midway."
Reaching over and patting her pussy, he said, "We did meet midway, baby. Right there at your crotch."
They chatted on for a few more moments and then Joey came to the door. "Finished?" he asked his buddy. "Yeah," he replied.
Then he got dressed and while he was sliding into his shorts, she asked him, "Maybe you should come over again."
"Yeah," he said, "as long as Joey's mom isn't around."
"Right on," she laughed.
As he walked out of the room she thanked her son silently for what he had done for her. It had been a tremendous sexual experience. More sensational, more pleasurable than she had ever had before. Yet, she could only cling to the memory. It was a fleeting memory but it was better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all, she thought.