Chapter 7
For two weeks she was so disgusted with what had happened with Dennis that she didn't even talk about sex with her son. Then, slowly mysteriously her sexual desires came back. One afternoon when Joey came home from school with a buddy of his, she got turned on. He was a sturdy looking fellow with brown hair and flashing brown eyes.
Immediately she asked for an introduction. "Aren't you going to introduce me?" she smiled serenely.
"Oh, yes, mom," he said, "this is Wally."
"Pleased to meet you Wally," she said.
"Glad to meet you," he smiled knowingly. "I've heard a few things about Joey's friendly mother.
"Well I hope they are all good things," she said. "But people do do a lot of talking. A lot is just that. Talk, and you can't pay any attention to it."
"Oh, I only heard nice things about you." he smiled.
"Like what?" she said eagerly.
"Well, I heard you were a pretty good looking woman," he said.
"Well," she said, "what a nice thing to say. I guess I don't look too bad."
"No," Wally observed, "you don't look bad at all."
"Well," she said, "the way that people are doing things these days really is annoying."
"You know," he said, "I wish I could be alone with you like my buddy was."
Suddenly she realized what he was telling her.
"Who are you referring to?" she asked nervously.
"Dennis," he said, "he chickened out. He didn't want to eat you."
"Joey," she said, "I think Wally and I should be left alone."
"Yes, mom," he said winking and walking away.
She looked at him and said, "Certainly you don't believe everything you hear."
"Well, not always," he said, "but this time I thought he was telling the truth."
"That is ridiculous," she said, "and I hope you didn't believe a word of it. It's not true at all."
"I sure wish I could have a chance to get my tongue in you," he winked.
"Don't wink at me Wally," she complained, "I'm not that type of woman. I'll admit I have turned on quite a few young men these days. Apparently, youth today is a lot different than in my day.
"Your day isn't so far from my day," he grinned.
"Don't look at me like that," she said. "I'm undressing you," he grinned. "I think you'd better be going now, Wally."
"To your bedroom," he smiled. "No," she said, "I wouldn't think of such a thing."
The more he talked about it the more turned on he got.
"You know," he smiled, "I'm a better lover than he is."
"Are you?" she said, finding herself becoming more and more interested as he talked.
"Sure," he said, "I've got a good cock and I know how to use it."
"That's nice," she said, "go find some high school slut and enjoy yourself."
"No," he smiled, "I'm going to ball you."
As he stood there he began unzipping his pants.
"What are you doing?" she asked.
"What do you think I'm doing?" he smiled, as he glanced at his enormous shaft.
"Put that horrid thing back in your pants," she said.
"I'm horny, honey," he smiled, "and what are you going to do about it?"
"Get out of here," she insisted.
"Let's go back to your bedroom and fuck like you fucked all the others."
"You good for nothing bastard," she snapped. "Now you get the hell out of here."
Wally paid no attention to what she said. Going over to her he grabbed her by the wrists and pulled her down the hall and while he did it, he stroked his cock.
"What are you trying to do to me?" she said, "rape me?"
"It might make it more fun," he suggested. "Should I tie you to the bed."
"Please go," she begged.
"You want it as bad as I do," he said, "now just relax."
When she realized there was no alternative, she suddenly felt the passions rising within her own body.
"Well all right! I suppose there wouldn't be anything wrong with it, but I just didn't like your approach. I hate to be forced to do anything."
"Well you didn't want it at first," he said. "I had to."
Now he was undressing and she wasn't moving. She lay in the bed motionless, until he was stark naked. As she saw his great balls, and his giant sized penis, fires surged within her loins.
"Now you strip," he said. "I want to look at you. I want to eat you."
"All right," she said. "I would love it if someone did eat me."
"This is your chance," he grinned, opening his mouth and wiggling his tongue in the air.
"I suppose you consider yourself quite a sexy guy," she laughed, as she began undressing.
"You bet your sweet ass I am," he told her.
"I know how to fuck like you wouldn't believe."
As he talked, she became more and more excited by what he was saying.
"Yeah," he said, "I'm the best pussy eater in high school."
"All right," she finally said, as she slid out of her panties and stood before him naked, "go down on me."
"I want to eat you on the bed," he said, "so I can relax."
"All right, Wally," she said, as she turned and walked over to the bed. He slapped her ass a wack and she gave him a withering glance. She turned around.
"Don't do that," she objected. "Felt good to me," he said, as he got on the bed.
She spread her legs for him, invitingly, and then he got beneath her with his knees bent. He grasped her, hips up and slid his face into her mound.
His hot tongue whipped out and he began licking.
"Oh yes, yes," she cried out passionately.
"That's what I like. Oh do that. Oh, ah, yes, yes, that's the way to do it. Oh, lover, do me!"
As his hot tongue went to town within her, she reached down to guide his head over her. She ran her fingers through his wavy brown hair.
"Oh, Wally, baby," she begged him. "That's the way to do it. Focus that tongue in the love button. Flick your tongue across there. Now you're doing it. Oh, lick my vagina walls, baby."
Letting his hot tongue surge inside to explore her vagina, he found himself enjoying it more than he had ever enjoyed eating any woman's pussy before.
"Wally, lick me. Love me. Eat me."
She turned her head from side to side as she clutched the sheets and wadded them up in her hands.
"Eat pussy," she begged. "Eat pussy. Yes, baby, eat it. Eat it, baby. Eat it!"
Waves of erotic pleasure surged over her now, as he continued doing his thing.
"Oh, yes," she begged him. "That's what I need. Eat it. Eat it, baby. Eat it. Oh, ah, keep that going. Yes, baby, eat me. Eat me. Oh, yes, eat me!"
She was passionately seizing his head now and forcing him down over her vagina. The tongue stabbed inside quickly.
"Oh ah yes, yes, do me!"
At this point she locked her legs around him. The moment he felt her hot thighs sliding next to his cheeks he became so turned on he shook all over.
She loved the fact that he was getting this excited and she began thinking of all the things that they could do together.
"Oh, do it," she urged him on, as he came closer and closer to bringing her to a climax with his tongue.
"Now," she urged, "now, I'm cuming. I'm juicing. Eat it, baby, eat it!"
The sudden surge of excitement brought her to a shattering climax.
"Oh, baby," she gasped excitedly. "Oh, ah, yes, baby, yes, that's the way. Oh, love it. Love it!"
The super sensations that flooded through her being as she juiced in his face and he licked it up got her going. She could hardly wait to grab him by the balls and eat his cock.
"Oh, sweetheart," she panted eagerly, "slip up here. Wiggle your ass. Get it over my face because I want to go down on you."
He withdrew his tongue quickly and slid up. She griped his asscheeks as she pulled him tighter to her face.
"Give me that cock," she begged. "Give it to me.
The huge penis shot into her mouth and he stabbed it into her. Now he was going out of his mind as she did her thing. He pulled it out suddenly as he felt it was about to juice.
"Oh, I don't want to go off," he complained. "I want to have some more fun with you."
"Okay, honey," she said, "get on your back and I'll lick it from another angle. That'll be sensational."
The young boy flipped over on his back and she got down at his crotch.
"Wrap your legs around me, honey," she said, "and I'll slip my mouth over this."
She felt the thrill of his legs around her as her head bowed over him. Then as if worshipping his male member she suddenly slipped her mouth over his penis shaft and her lips fastened tightly.
"Oh, wow!" he panted, "that is beautiful. Oh, yes!"
The pleasure was building for him as she vigorously worked her mouth over his shaft. Reaching down, he gripped her head and guided her on his cock.
"You're sure good at this," he panted, "Oh, yes, go up and down. That's it. Way up and way down. Oh, yes, yes. That's the way I like it. Keep doing it."
Faster and faster he worked his hands in her hair. He was enjoying it more every moment.
"Keep that up," he begged eagerly. "That's what I want. Oh, baby, do it!"
The super excitement that was surging through him at this point was remarkable.
"Eat it," he begged. "Eat my juice. That's it. Harder, honey, harder. Faster, baby, faster!"
Every moment was charged with passion and excitement and he was only waiting for the magic moment when the penis would explode in her mouth.
"Gobble it," he told her. "Yes, baby, gobble that!"
Suddenly he shot his gun off and she gulped. As she did so the sperm shot down her throat in a steady stream.
"Oh, wow!" he panted, "what a beautiful job you gave me."
When she had finished she withdrew her mouth. Then she smiled up at him delightedly.
"How was that, honey?" she asked.
"Beautiful," he told her, "just beautiful, baby."
Looking at her now he realized that she was hot for affection.
"You know, baby doll," he smiled, "there are so many things that two people can do."
"That's the truth," she said, "and I figure that I'm not doing anything bad by you kids."
"Of course not," he said. "They ought to let you teach sex at school."
"Oh, I wouldn't believe in teaching sex at school," she said. "It ought to be done privately, at the home with the parents explaining all about it."
"You're real moral, aren't you?" he smiled. "Well, I have my own moral code," she said, "and I wouldn't want my son being led astray at the school."
"You couldn't lead Joey very far astray," Wally laughed, "he's already there."
"Why what do you mean?" she asked.
"Well, just this," he said, "Joey is one of the biggest studs in the school."
He began massaging her asscheeks and she asked him, "Does my ass turn you on?"
"It does," he admitted.
She rolled over to distract him as she didn't want him to do anything.
"Turn over," he said, "I want to rub it some more."
"Wally," she said, "I don't want you to get turned on with that because' I'm not doing it."
"Listen to this poem," he said. "I read it in some old book."
"Well, I hope it's decent," she said.
"Sure," he laughed. "The penis, smooth and round was made with anus for to fit. It would look just like a hatchet were it made for sake of slit."
"What a vile little poem," she said. "Do you get the point?" he laughed. "Certainly not," she said, "I will never do anything like that."
"Oh, you'd have a great fucking ass," he told her, trying to get her to do it.
"Maybe you would enjoy it, honey," she said, "but never me."
"You're being impossible," he said.
"Not at all," she said, "it's just not right."
"Well, forget what's right and wrong," he told her. "I want to fuck your ass."
"You know," she said, "there are so many things that you could do that you would enjoy. For example you could slip it to me from behind. Why don't you try that?"
"Try what?" he asked, not fully understanding what she was talking about.
"Well, I'll tell you," she said. "If you want to slide your penis into my pussy from a back angle, try that."
"All right," he said, "I'll try that."
She got on all fours on the floor and he watched.
"I'm going to see this in the mirror and enjoy it," he said.
"Sure you are, baby doll," she said, "and you can get it in from a back angle but get the right hole."
He gripped her asscheeks and he slid his penis into her slit. As it slid in smoothly he told her, "Oh, this is a great angle."
"I told you it was, Wally," she said, "fire away."
Bending over she allowed him a greater thrust.
"Oh, I want to play with your breasts, baby," he said, as he bent over her back. Then grasping her bosoms he played with them while he thrust his cock at this angle into her pussy.
"Oh, that feels good, Wally," she told him. "I like it when you give me a fuck like this."
"Glad you're enjoying it, honey," he said, as he went on stabbing away.
He continued giving it to her like this and she twisted her tail around.
"Churn it up good," he told her. "That's the way I like it. Oh, yes, churn that ass around."
She kept her ass churning while he went on stabbing into her.
"Fuck it!" he panted. "Fuck, baby, fuck!"
The pleasure was increasing every moment until he increased his pace 'til he knew he would be shooting off any minute. Finally it shot.
"Fuck it," he cried. "Fuck, baby, fuck. Oh, ah, yes, baby, that's the way to do it. Keep fucking. Ohh, ah, yes, now it's cuming."
The shaft exploded inside her and as the penis juice poured into her pussy she felt his fingertips pinching at her nipples.
"You're hurting me, Wally," she told him, "take it easy."
"Sorry about that," he told her, "guess I got carried away."
"You certainly did, baby," she told him.
Withdrawing from her he rolled over on his back and looked up at her.
"You're a nympho," he smiled. "Anybody ever tell you that?"
"A nympho?" she demanded, "what do you mean?"
"Well you like sex too much," he said.
"That's a lie," she said, "I just enjoy having a good time with my body."
"No, no," he told her frankly, "you are wild about fucking. You want all you can get of it."
"That's no way to talk to me," she said, "after the wonderful time I gave you."
"Didn't I give you a good time too?" Wally asked proudly.
Reaching over and gripping his proud penis in her hand, she squeezed it.
"Yes, you did," she said.
"What did you do, wear your old man out?"
"I don't think that's any of your business," she said.
"Just curious," he said.
"Well, that's something I don't care to talk about."
"That's a funny thing," he chuckled, "that the things that are really interesting, people never want to talk about."
"It's very personal."
"Yeah," he said, "like you wanted to fuck him every night, and he felt if he stayed with you, you'd fuck him to death."
"That's not true," she said angrily. "Joey's father was a drunk."
"Is that right?" he asked curiously. "What did you marry him for in the first place?"
"I made a big mistake," she said.
"You sure did," he told her. "That's too bad."
"Well," she said, "I guess nobody's perfect."
"I am," he laughed.
"Like hell you are," she said, "I'll bet you've done plenty of rotten things in your day."
"Well, a few," he chuckled, "like the chick who was always giving me a rough time. I slid a mousetrap into her pussy."
"That was a lovely thing to do," she said.
"Well, it hurt the guy who fucked her worse than it did me," he said.
"What happened?" she asked him.
"He got his cock caught in the mousetrap."
"You could have injured him permanently," she said.
"Oh, I didn't," he said. "He's still fucking as good as ever." They looked at each other and he asked her with a sly smile, "Can I lick your breasts?"
"What a strange request," she said, "but if you want to, I guess you can."
She allowed him the privilege of licking her bosoms. This really got him going.
"Oh, that does feel good," she said, as she felt his hands reaching down between her legs. Then he slid his finger into her hole and her vagina gripped his fingers.
"Oh, Wally," she said, "you're quite a lover boy."
Suddenly she heard a knock on the door. "Are you finished in there," Joey called out. "Just a minute, Joey," she said. "Mother is busy."
"Doing what?" he asked. "None of your business," she said. "Go away dear."
He went away but he was a little disgusted. He needed some money and he didn't like to have to wait. However, his buddy Wally began feeling a bit embarrassed about what he was doing.
"Well," he said, "I guess we'd better call it quits for now."
"What on earth for?" she asked.
"Joey wants you," he said.
He got up off the bed and she looked at him.
"How tall are you, honey?" she smiled.
"About 6 feet," he said.
"My, but you're a good looking kid," she said, "and I hope you'll come back."
"Sure I'll come back," he said, "and I'll bring another dame with me."
"Oh, no," she said, "I wouldn't like that."
"Well, why not?" he asked.
"I just don't believe in that," she said. "I think orgies are all wrong."
"I dig them. I've had two women. Haven't you had two men?"
"Not at the same time," she said. "I wouldn't know what to do with them."
"You could hold your own," he assured her.
"Well, I would never doubt that," she said, "but it's just that I do have my morals."
"Yeah," he chuckled.
When he had finished dressing he got off the bed. Then she looked at him.
"Be sure and come back, baby," she said. "I've enjoyed this a lot."
"So have I," he smiled.
And then he was gone. It gave her a strange feeling to see him going. Yet, she realized one thing that bothered her. She had no hold on him. He was a free agent and so he could do whatever he wanted to.
When he was gone and she was by herself, she had a lot of thinking to do. Every moment seemed so disturbing. Her son came in and demanded some money.
"Give me some money," he said.
"What do you want it for, Joey?" she asked.
"None of your business," he said. "I brought you a good stud, now you give me some money."
"I should be paying him," she said, "not you. You didn't do anything for me."
"Don't be impossible mom," he said.
"Joey," she said, "I don't want to give you money to go out and find some chick."
"Look, mom," he insisted, "I'm going to do what I want to. Do you understand?"
She nodded and went to her purse and gave him the money.
"Well, here's five," she said, "and don't spend it all in one place."
"Don't worry," he said.
As he left her feelings became more intense. She was feeling lonelier than she had ever felt before. She got up and took a look at herself in the mirror. She looked kind of tired and haggard. She finished dressing and then she went into the living room. A knock was heard and she got a jolt when she looked at Kate Piatt.
"Well, what on earth are you doing here at this hour," she asked.
"I've come to talk to you," Kate said, "and it's serious business."
"Well, couldn't you come during the daytime?" she asked.
"This is urgent," she said.
"Well, come right in," she said.
As she sat there, she looked at her as if she were studying a strange person.
"Don't look at me like that," Pat Alexander said.
"Mrs. Alexander," she said, "what I have to say to you is not pleasant."
"Then don't say it," she said softly.
"Duty compels me to," she said.
"Well, nothing can be that serious."
"It's bothering me because it's not bothering you."
She hesitated a moment and then she started.
"I think that the most important relationship any child has, is with a parent or parents."
Then she decided that she better play up the fact that she was a lonely woman whose husband had slipped away.
"I couldn't agree with you more," she said quickly, "the bastard, disappeared and left me alone with a kid."
"You've had a hard life," she said.
"You can say that again," she said.
"I came to talk to you about something very important. Kids at school are talking about Joey's friendly mother."
"How nice," she said. "I've always tried to be friendly to Joey's friends."
"You've been a little too friendly, I'm afraid," Kate Piatt told her. "I'll level with you."
The words were becoming difficult for Kate Piatt even though she had had many years as a counselor she never had a case quite like this.
"I have some things to do Miss Piatt," she said, "and please get to the point."
"I'm sorry I'm disturbing you but this won't wait. The word is around school that you are having sex with young kids."
"That's the damndest lie I ever heard," she shot back.
"Is it?" Kate Piatt said, raising an eyebrow.
"A boy named Dennis did a little talking," Kate said.
"He did, did he?" she glared.
"Yes, and he said some pretty horrible things, do you care to hear them?"
"No," she said, "I don't listen to idle gossip."
"We trapped him," she explained. "He was peddling dope at school. To lighten his sentence he offered to reveal something about someone and you are the person he said that he had sex with."
"How disgusting," she said, "and even more disgusting is to think that you would believe him."
"We are forced to," she said. "Why is that," she said.
"We had to call your son Joey in," she said quickly.
"You don't mean that he said anything, do you?"
"No," she said, "he wouldn't say anything. But we had a pretty good idea from the way he answered our questions that he was covering for you. He was too ashamed for you."
"Good for Joey," she said, "you can see I brought him up right."
"You broght him up to lie for you."
"Miss Piatt you must go. I can't stand any more of this."
"I want you to go get some psychiatric help. Otherwise there could be complications."
She caught on to what she was speaking about and she gulped nervously.
"What kind of complications are you referring to?"
"I'm referring to jail," she said. "You mean they put people in jail for fucking?" They're putting people in jail for molesting," she corrected her. "Well, I never heard of such a thing," she said angrily.
"I'm warning you," Miss Piatt said, "you'd better take it easy."
"You'd better leave," Pat said.
"Don't worry," she said, "I'll be glad to leave. But before I go I want to ask you something."
"I don't have time for your ridiculous questions."
"I want to ask you how you sleep at night? I should think that your mind would be so troubled because of what you are doing to your own son that you would be tormented beyond belief."
"Get out," she spit furiously.
"No," she said, "I'm not going because you tell me. This is all I can stomach."
"If you had any sense you'd be ashamed of yourself," she said.
Just then Joey walked in. When Joey saw Kate Piatt he knew very well what she was there for.
"Hi Miss Piatt," Joey said.
"Good evening Joey," she said.
"I'm going out," he said.
"I want you to stay here," Kate Piatt said sternly.
"If he wants to go, let him go," Pat said rising. Again Joey was frozen in his tracks. He was ashamed, and his heart was pounding rapidly. "Joey," Miss Piatt said, "if you care anything about your mother, you ought to help her. Your mother is sick. She needs to go to a doctor. A doctor of the mind."
"There's nothing wrong with me," she said as nervous terror gripped her.
"Yes," Kate told her, "you don't have the decency to be ashamed of what you've done and I want to see you helped. You are sick."
Suddenly Joey looked at her.
"They've got us, mom. We might as well confess."
"Confess what?" Miss Piatt demanded.
"Joey don't talk," Pat said quickly.
Joey looked at them both and then tears rolled down his cheeks as he said quietly, "I had sex with my mom."
Miss Piatt gulped and Pat Alexander was quiet at last. She slumped into a chair and looked vaguely off.
"Yes," Joey admitted, "I did things with her. I don't know how I got into it but I did. Don't hold it against her. My dad was worthless and left us. I guess after not getting any loving for so long, she had to have it from somewhere."
Miss Piatt knew enough to say nothing. She wanted to let Joey get it off his chest.
"So one night we both made love. We did it two or three times. I knew it couldn't go on so I thought the best thing to do was get her some kids from school. One kid caught on it was my mom even when I didn't tell him. So it's not all her fault. It's my dad's and my fault and a little bit her fault."
"That's very brave of you to take the blame," Miss Piatt said, "but your mom does need help. Let's forget about guilt and get help for your mother."
"I'm hopeless," Pat sighed.
Joey went over and threw his arms around his mom and sobbed.
"There's hope and help for you," Kate Platt said, "and I will see to it you get it."
Finally, between the school counselor and her son both insisting that she get help, Pat Alexander agreed to have psychiatric guiding. She went to her counseling sessions. She was helped, and never again did she get involved with her son or any young men. Eventually she found a man her own age and married. When Joey went on to college he had a mother and father at last.