Chapter 7
I could hardly believe what I'd done when the light of day woke me the next morning. Had I really been so desperate that my survival instincts had given up? Ridiculous. My rapist had been a nice guy at heart, but the next one could be a real kook. I'd never try that stunt again, no matter how the itch nagged at me. All through the shower I upbraided myself but I couldn't deny that it had been fun. The size of the rapist's cock still made me quiver. My mouth remembered its dimensions vividly along with every vein and the taste of his plentiful cream. Yes, the risk had been worth it, but there was no need to stretch my luck.
At school the day passed ordinarily. Mr. Harris tried to lure me into the men's room again but I gave him the cold shoulder. I'd spent a good deal of time after the shower gazing into my full-length mirror just to remind myself how good my face and body were, and I'd reached the conclusion that a girl like me didn't have to sneak around or endanger her life just to get laid. Besides, weren't the men supposed to figure out the details before every fuck? Here I was, thrusting myself at every available cock, making the bed before and after, and for what? If this kept up for much longer I'd be taking antacid tablets!
Sit back and let them come to you—that was going to be my motto from that moment on. So I sat back, and by the end of the morning nothing had happened. I was becoming impatient. What was the matter with all those bundles of virility playing ball at the back of the schoolyard? More to the point, why was I hanging around with people old enough to be my uncle? Now there was an idea! Why didn't I saunter up to some of the boys hanging around there and just give them the old hint?
It was five minutes into lunclitime when I saw him. He was in another class but one the same level as mine, a tall, lanky kid, not too good-looking but more self-possessed than the other kids. He stood off to one side, watching the boys at play, and he held a cigarette behind his cupped hand. A faintly ironic smile played about his lips at the sight of his peers fighting over the possession of a ball. He was too wordly for that; ergo, he was ready for me!
He noticed me looking at him and threw me a lopsided grin. I smiled back demurely and then looked away as if something had caught my eye. True to type, he followed up on my hint. "Hi, Wanda," he said. "What's happening?"
"You know my name?"
"Sure I do. I always find out the names of the girls who really interest me. My name is Al."
"What a lovely name," I said, at loss for words now. I wanted to get him into the woods at once to make him do his stuff, but it would hardly be proper to say that in so many words.
"You look worried, Wanda. Is there something on your mind?"
"Well, yes, there is, actually," I said, conjuring up a he with all the speed of a cab driver. "You see, a couple of days ago I lost my ring in the woods, just near the edge of the lake, and I want to go in and find it ... only I'm afraid to walk through the woods by myself."
"Your troubles are over. I'll go with you."
"Oh, Al, would you?" I gazed at him with gratitude, but then I frowned. "But I don't want to put you to any trouble."
He vowed that it wouldn't be any trouble at all; in face, he implored me to believe that it wouldn't be. I'd raised his hopes to just the right level, so I gave in. We walked away from the guys playing ball and slipped into the forest without anyone noticing us. At the fringes of the bush boys played hide-and-seek and other stupid games, but the further we walked the less people we saw. And when the lake came into view there was no one but a bunch of birds to disturb us.
"Now then, where did you drop that ring?" Al asked. He'd lost some of his composure, which made him all the more endearing to me. Instead of going for me, the fool actually began to search through the grass. I watched him for a while, observing his tight, narrow ass with lecherous pleasure. A glance at my watch showed there were only forty minutes to go before classes. I'd better be hurrying!
"Oh, forget that silly ring," I said petulantly, "I always hated it anyway. Let's just go back."
"Now wait on, baby," said Al, mustering up all his courage, "let's not waste this trip."
"What did you have in mind?" Al grinned and took me into his arms to kiss me but I put up a perfunctory struggle. "Please, Al, I don't know you well enough!"
"You want to see my ID?"
"I don't think that will be necessary." I embraced him and kissed him on the lips. Down in his pants something was getting very hard and long! His hands remained discreetly on my hips, though, and his mouth remained stiff. He didn't even move his head when he kissed me. It was as though he'd learned his kissing technique from very old movies, and slowly it dawned on me that Al hadn't been around as much as I'd thought.
"Have you ever made it was a girl, Al?" I whispered during the first intermission.
"Mumble mumble," he replied, but his blush told the whole story.
"Don't worry, I'll show you everything you have to know," I told him. "Just trust me, all right?"
"Sure, I'll do anything you say, Wanda, anything at all!" The relief was obvious. I kissed him again and forced his lips open with my tongue, then stuck it right inside his mouth. His cock bumped sharply into my belly with excitement and his tongue quickly ventured into my mouth. A flash burned across my mind, the rapist's big cock between my lips, so big and hard and bursting with sperm just for me! I grabbed
Als head and pressed his face into mine with redoubled force, kissing him with cannibal lust. At the same time, my hand went down to his extended rod and caressed it over and over until he began to make funny sounds, then I stopped. I didn't want him to come in his underpants.
"Take off your pants," I whispered, "and I'll take off my clothes for you. Would you like that?"
"I love you, Wanda," he said from the bottom of his heart, but I knew he was just happy. I let my skirt fall to the ground and quickly unbuttoned my blouse. Al just stood there, his mouth open, eyes bulging.
"Take 'em off!" I urged him and he snapped out of it to fumble with his clothes. It took him so long that I felt obliged to help. Quickly I took off his shirt, fussing over him like a mother hen, and at last he stood naked before me, his long, slender dick pointing up at an angle into the air. Here was one male who didn't need to be blown in order to stimulate his appetite for the real thing. Al could hardly wait to begin, but he didn't know where the starting line was.
The grass was thick and lush, cool to my body as I lay down in it. Not far away from us the lake cabbled against the shore, tiny waves breaking like tiny surf. The sun reflected itself in the mirror-smooth surface and far away, toward the other side of the lake, a small sailing boat scudded along like a dragon fly. Above me waved the tall stems of plants which formed a backdrop for our lovemaking, and behind them the trees were grouped densely together. It was all so serene and lovely that Al seemed like a supernumary. Making love with nature all of a sudden seemed plausible. But after lazily writhing about in the grass for a minute or so I caught his eye—and he was desperate!
"What do you want me to do?" he begged. Looking up at him made his cock seem all the more desirable, longer somehow and harder. I asked if none of the boys had told him where to put it and he just shrugged. "They make it seem like you can put it any place on a girl."
"Right here, honey," I said, spreading my legs wide and opening my pussy up with two fingers.
"See the hole there, that's where I want you to put it. But take it easy in the beginning, nice and slow until you get the hang of it, okay?"
"Okay." He lay on top of me and tried to find the hole with his cock. No luck. I reached down between us and took it in my hand, guiding it toward the target. Even when he located it and pushed his knob right into me, I kept hanging on to that hard, smooth member of his, squeezing it for my own pleasure. Only when he began to make those funny sounds again did I stop. Al was getting all the stimulation he could deal with just from fucking.
I had no faith in his staying power so I worked myself up as hard as I could. While he fucked me I caressed my own tits and got a finger down into my pussy to rub my clitoris, which helped a lot. Al was fixated on the process of putting his penis into my vagina, and he kept looking down to see it sliding into me, then pulling it back, gloating at me briefly, and shoving it up me once more. I was happy for him ... and there was no denying that it was exciting to have him inside me. Long and lean, his cock pierced me to the depths, and, because he had no sense of rhythm, it came into me from every angle. For a beginner he was doing remarkably well, but I kept on masturbating just the same. No sense taking chances.
After about five minutes of persistent fucking Al showed no signs of slowing down. He'd stopped looking at his cock slipping in and out, and had taken over massaging my tits. He soon learned that the nipples were the most sensitive part and he hunched his back to get his mouth at them. I held him about the shoulders with one arm and fingered my pussy with my free hand, still unable to believe that I'd been lucky in my choice of schoolboys. The minutes ticked by and his cock kept going in and out with a regular, devastating beat, wearing me down bit by bit. I glanced at my watch—twenty minutes to go. That was plenty of time to get him and myself off. I settled back and let him take over for a while to give my hand a break. The index finger was stiff and oily, suffering from some kind of writer's cramp. Al kept beating away at me, working like a pump in an oil field.
I felt myself slipping backward into a kind of rosy glow of bliss, soft and soothing, and there wasn't a thing I could do about it. The control I'd had over the situation was being taken away from me! Al's cock kept driving me further into this pink haze with its robot beat. Was there no stopping this boy? Burt had come in seconds when it was his first time. Oh, what did it matter, it was glorious! I embraced him with both arms and hung on for the rest of the ride. Everything faded out of my mind but that rosiness and the sensation of his long cock entering and leaving my pussy. I could even see it parting the fleshy sentries to move deep into the pink moist cavity beyond, probing about in there for all the right buttons to press. And then I felt like a pin-ball machine with lights flashing up behind my eyes—20, 500, 1,000! Tilt! Tilt! Tilt! "Al, darling!" I squealed, hugging him tightly, "where did you learn to play me like that!" He said nothing, but maintained his steady, atrophying pace, in and out, slipping and sliding. Tilt! Tilt! Win! Play again!
"Baby, baby," I crooned, caressing him and kissing him in a fit of gratitude, "that was beautiful, just keep it up, keep it up, do it once more for Wanda." Al lay flush on top of me, his head buried in my long blonde hair, and because we were lying on an incline I could see his narrow white ass bobbing up and down over my loins, driving that cock into me the way a sledge hammer drives a spike into the ground. Those lights were popping on and off behind my eyes, he was winning, winning, winning! Now that I knew he'd never stop fucking me, I relaxed every part of my body, and at once he scored a home run, a touch down, a basket, and a goal! "Darling, darling," I heard myself murmur, "you're so good, so beautiful! Oh, give it all you've got, give it all to me!"
And Al, tacit, industrious, unimaginative, but fatally effective, plied his craft and drove me utterly crazy. I screamed and shook, clawed at his undulating back, bit into his neck—nothing helped to assuage the dreadful passion welling up in my belly. His rod pumped into and added great scads of lust to it and I felt myself swelling like a great balloon, one of those helium monstrosities that carry people off into the wild blue yonder—only this balloon was going to burst! And when it did I didn't know where I'd be landing. Fear mingled with my ecstasy; I wanted him to stop and I would have killed him if he had. Onward, blowing me up, destroying what was left of my mind. Then, like a slow-motion explosion, I felt that great ball of fire expand into supernova, coming apart in hunks and finally disintegrating with a turbulence that had me screaming at the top of my lungs and drawing blood with my teeth and nails.
Al was too absorbed in fucking me to even notice. His cock kept coming in even though it was unnecessary. I felt nothing but a warm, empty glow inside me. The itch had been scratched! I'd met my match in this callow schoolboy and I hugged him tightly to thank him for his good deed. He seemed to be unaware of what was going on. When I pushed him off me and went down on his hard cock he lay there, looking happy but stunned, and let me lick his cock clean and suck him off with no change of expression. For me it was all gratuitous but I was glad to do it for him. I probably gave him the best blow job any man had had from me and drank in his sperm more for his sake than mine, which was like giving an excellent wine to a beer drinker.
The next time I looked at my watch it was twenty minutes after the end of lunch. "Oh, Christ, we're late for class!" I exclaimed. Al just nodded and smiled. He lay on his back in the grass, his hands under his head, staring up at the little sheeplike clouds in the sky. The end of the world couldn't have disturbed him at that moment. I decided he had the right attitude and lay down beside him, cuddling up to him like he was my favorite teddy bear. And indeed he was. Here was the man who could scratch my itch, the only one in the world perhaps. I had to be good to him so he'd do it again when I needed him to do it. "Did you like it, Al?" I asked, pecking at his ear.
"I love you, Wanda," he said. "Let's go steady."
"Anything you say, Al." I'd go steady—in fact, I'd marry him if he wanted me to! I gazed at his dick, limp now and gleaming with my juices, the wonder wand that could touch off the demon in me. Gently I caressed it the way one pets a good dog. There was nothing to said between us, except to make a date for the next day. Then we got up and dressed slowly. I couldn't stop looking at him. He looked so handsome to me now, so strong and in control, and when we began to walk back to school I clung to his arm like I'd never let him go.
But just as we neared the playground a familiar shape came up before us. "What the hell are you doing out of class!" the shape yelled at me. "And who's that crumb with you?"
"Jerry!" I cried, clinging to Al all the more tightly, from fear. "What are you doing here?"
"Have you two been fooling around?" he said menacingly. Al began to shake and I could see why. Jerry looked like a tank about to fire.
"Come here, bastard, and I'll make soup out of your fucking head!"
Al let out a yelp of fear and ran around my lumbering brother to head for the safety of the classroom. That left Jerry and me, and I wished I had the speed of my lover. "It's not what you think," I told Jerry, resorting to the same lie that had been so effective before. "I lost a ring near the lake at the last school outing and Al was only helping me find it."
"Oh sure, pull the other leg, it's made out of rubber," he snarled, inspecting my hair and the backs of my arms and legs. "It looks like you've been laying in the grass with a heavy weight on top of you. Look at you, you're green all over!"
So I was. The next second I was green and red all over with embarrassment. What if I'd walked into the classroom with all that green stuff on me? Jerry dressed me up, down, and sideways, yelling at me about decency, morality, young lady behavior, and a whole lot of other obsolete crap, which I put up with for the sake of escaping other consequences. He ran himself down after a while and ordered me to go home.
I did as I was told. There seemed to be no one home when I arrived and so I went straight into my room, took off my clothes, and put on a robe to go take a shower. Before I left, though, I decided to call Judy. She hadn't been at school that day and I figured a talk with her would un-depress me. Her mother answered and told me Judy was away with a party of schoolgirls visiting the Smithsonian Institute. That was strange. I was sure there was no such excursion available at our school Judy had to be off playing hookey somewhere. But that was her concern, I had enough to worry about.
I headed for the bathroom and just as I got there a strange sound caught my ear. It came from Mother's room. Was she with someone there? That was worth checking out. I stepped out of my slippers and snuck over to the door, which was slightly ajar. She was lying on the bed, naked, with her back toward me and facing someone else. So she was having an affair! In a way I was happy for her, it showed she Was still alive. But who the hell was it?
She looked good from behind, I thought as I took in her contours while waiting for the mystery man to show his face. Her back was strong but her waist slender, only to spread out again in two large, firm buttocks. She had my body on a slightly larger scale, that was all. From between her thighs poked a tuft of hair, or at least that's what it looked like. But when I checked again it turned out to be the corner of a hand towel. So she'd just been fucked and was now dripping! It excited me beyond belief to see my own mother in that condition. I had never seen her do anything more sexual than kiss Daddy on the cheek, and that not too frequently.
She was talking softly with her man and he answered with laconic phrases. His voice sounded familiar but it was too low for me to pick up on. His hand came up and caressed the fulsome curve of her hips and she moved forward to kiss him. I could hear them breathing through their noses as their lips were welded together, and Mother's arm went around him to draw him closer to herself. His hand moved to the crack of her ass and snuck into it, digging into her ample flesh until he reached his objective. Mom squealed coquettishly as he explored her asshole and a moment later her arm moved up and down rapidly, indicating she was giving his cock a good time.
When he was good and hard she began to kiss her way downward. I held my breath as first the man's hair appeared, then his forehead—he sure looked familiar up to that point, but I still couldn't guess who it was. She slid down to his chest and then I saw him full face. I nearly cried out in shock when I recognized her phantom lover. It was Mason!
He lay on his back and let Mom go down on him. His eyes were closed and his mouth was slightly open, the picture of pleasure, and when she began to operate on his cock, I could see why it thrilled him so much. She was an expert! Her tongue licked and flicked, lavishing his dick with fine sensations that soon had him groaning and twisting uneasily. Her lips pursed and caressed the full length of his considerable stalk, up and down, that tongue darting out and curling about him like a sensual little snake. Once she had worked him up sufficiently, her mouth opened wide and swallowed him whole. Mason jerked his hips upward and surrendered.
Mom positioned herself so that her pussy was hard against his shin bone, making tense fucking motions against the ridge of bone while she chewed his dick. It was easy to tell that this wasn't the first time they'd done this. Both of them slipped into the groove at once, Mom doing all the work, Mason loving it. Her head moved from side to side with his dick firmly trapped between her lips, causing him to clutch at the sheets with both hands. And just as he was getting used to that motion she let his cock slip out and began to lick him with long, strokes of her extended tongue, like a cat grooming its fur. I could feel what he was going through! My pussy tingled with vicarious pleasures just as much as my mouth did, watching Mom suck him off and rub her pussy against his leg.
Suddenly she shimmied up over his legs, spreading her own, to alight on his cock with a long sigh and a long wet slurp of her pussy. Mason grabbed her by the waist and held her steady as she settled down on top of him, both of them doing their best to get maximum penetration. At the same time, my pussy twitched and drooled and I felt an irresistible urge to give it some immoral support. Standing just outside the doorway, I lifted my skirt and lowered my panties, and leaned there, idly toying with my clitoris, watching them at it.
Mom kept taking the initiative up to a certain point. When she couldn't fuck him anymore, due to reasons beyond her control, Mason grabbed her about the waist all the harder and began to thump her up and down over his dick. Mom's big tits bobbled and shook, and her hair flew about her head as she let herself be used as a masturbation device, helpless and unable to stop anything that was going on. She cried out and her arms flailed about, searching for something to hang on to, but she was far too distracted. Mason bit his lower hp and turned red with the exertion of bouncing his mother up and down that way but he kept going with amazing tenacity.
I couldn't stand watching them doing that. My fingers forced my pussy wide open and jammed up there in a desperate bid to simulate the feelings that had to be coursing through my mother right then. I had never seen a woman being fucked with such elan. Mason hoisted her up and plonked her down, and when she descended his loins shot up to deliver his long, thick cock deep into her womb. They grunted and sweated, fucking at full pelt, until at last Mom came with a scream that touched off a full-scale orgasm in me. I sank down on the floor, my bones like rubber, and writhed out of sight to finger my sopping cunt with a final burst of passion. My mind was alive with images derived from seeing my brother fuck my mother, and every image produced another eruption of bliss, egging me on to improve on the initial orgasm. I mauled my tits through the dress and fingered and squeezed my pussy as hard as I could, panting and rolling about on the rough corridor carpet in a frenzy. Only the creaking springs of their bed and the heavy breathing and loud cries prevented them from hearing me. When I pulled out of my orgasmic spin they were still at it, only Mom was on the bottom now, her legs high up and wide apart, with Mason plowing away at full speed between her big thighs.
I looked in for a little longer but they seemed to be determined to keep it up forever. At last I went back to my own room, closed the door, and stretched out on my bed in the nude. If nothing else I had learned something about The Itch. It could be dispelled by a good man, or even an excellent boy, but it returned very quickly, especially in a contagious environment such as that of my mother's boudoir. More important to me was the fact that two members of the family could be taken off the list. Mason would never tell once I made it clear to him that I knew his secret. And Mom certainly wouldn't. That left Dad and Jerry. After that, Al and Mr. Ross were mine whenever the itch drove me into action!
I stretched out luxuriantly. Imagine Mom and Mason getting off together. The rampage in the other room was still going on at full speed, and I started to wonder if it wouldn't be nice to seduce Mason, just for the hell of it. Sure, I had the goods on him, but he seemed awfully good at it. I opened my diary and began to write down the experiences of the day. It was certainly turning into a much more lurid account than I'd bargained for back in my innocent days, last week. No sooner had I completed my account of my sex with Al and the scene in Mother's bedroom than I heard footsteps outside my door. It was probably Mason rushing to get back to school in time to meet me. Was he in for a shock.
Half an hour later I slipped on my robe and went downstairs. Mom was in the kitchen, fully dressed now, having a cup of coffee and a cigarette all by herself. She looked pleased until she saw me coming down the stairs. "Wanda!" she cried, going pale. "How long have you been home?"
"Long enough," I said laconically. I went over to the stove and poured myself a cup of coffee, then sat at the table facing her. "Why did you do it?" I asked. "Has this been going on for long?"
"Well... long enough," said my mother, reassured by the naturalness of my expression. "I don't suppose it's necessary to tell you how confidential this is?"
"No, not at all. But why don't you get a lover outside the family, like most women would?"
"I notice our little girl has grown up all of a sudden," my mother noted with some irony. "Perhaps it's just as well. We couldn't keep you sheltered forever. And since you ask ... well, it's a long story, are you sure you want to hear it?"
"I'd like nothing better."
"Okay. When did it begin? You have to understand that your father and I love each other dearly. There's never been any question of us getting a divorce, even though sexually our marriage ended about ten years ago. By the way, do you know where your father is now?"
"Away on business."
"No, he's shacked up with your little friend— what's her name, Judy? That shocks you, doesn't it?"
"It shouldn't but it does. How stupid of me not to realize it sooner," I said, more to myself than to her.
"There you are, then," Mom said irrelevantly. She took a swallow of coffee and lit a cigarette from the butt of the old one. "Yes, your father has his preferences, all of them under twenty-one I'm afraid. I'm not bitter, though, not anymore. At first we used to fight about it, then we'd talk about it ... it even got to the stage where I'd dress up in girlish clothes to try and get him to be interested in me. Nothing worked. He used to have affairs with young women, get guilty about it, and tell me. Eventually we accepted the fact that we would have to live with it. I could have my flings and he'd have his. We simply enjoy each other's company these days—and don't think that that doesn't amount to much. He really is a marvelous man."
"How did you go about having your little flings?" I asked.
"Oh, at first I went the normal suburban route—you know, the milkman, the mailman, and the butcher's boy. Unfortunately none of them came close to your father as a lover ... your father in his heyday, of course. A couple of years went by and I didn't do a thing. That's not very healthy and the conventional palliatives can only relieve a woman so far and no further." She paused as if reluctant to tell me what I really wanted to hear, but then she took another swallow of coffee and a lungful of smoke, and continued: "So one day Mason was home sick. He was about fourteen or fifteen, I don't remember exactly, and what he had was nothing serious, just a cold. I was sitting with him because I didn't have anything else to do, and we were talking about things in general, when it suddenly occurred to me that Mason was a man and that I was a woman. But before I go on, are you still a virgin?"
"No, I'm not," I mumbled, blushing.
"Good, otherwise I'd have to leave a lot out." I couldn't believe she took it so calmly. After all those years of protecting me and my chastity, she could have been a little upset at least. Instead, she went on with her story.
"It so happened that Mason had his hands under the covers out of habit and his penis became erect. It stuck out quite clearly and I felt my stomach knot up with a sudden tension. A normal mother with a normal sex life mightn't have been disturbed by that, but it was the first hard cock I'd seen in months and months. No matter how I tried not to look, my eyes kept coming back to that little pole of his, hard and bobbing slightly. I tried everything not to pay any attention to it but my body chemistry made its own demands. While keeping up my side of the conversation I saw my hand leave my lap and slide under the covers, making a beeline for that throbbing little dick of his. It shocked me! And yet my hand kept moving toward it until it had a good grip on it. You probably know by now how delicious a hard cock feels. It's so virile and smooth that you can actually feel it slipping into you. What made it worse is that Mason looks so much like Dad when he was young. I lost track of time, I guess, or maybe I was just horny... in any case, Mason didn't object at all.
"I kept my hand around his cock for a minute or so, rubbing it a little and enjoying the strength of it and the shape of his glans, kind of reminiscing. Mason kept looking at me. It seemed as though he was willing to go along with anything in my mind. I swore him to secrecy, of course, and he gave his solemn oath, which, as far as I know, he's kept to this day. As soon as that obstacle was out of the way, I pulled the covers off him and unveiled that delicious cock of his.
"Once I saw it, I was a lost woman. I swooped down on it and took it all into my mouth. It was easy in those days. Now he almost chokes me, but I'm not complaining. Mason didn't move a muscle but his eyes were sparkling. I sucked his cock very slowly, savoring it the way one might savor an excellent wine. It had been so long, so terribly long! And at last I had a vibrant, virile member between my lips again, I had his tight little ass in my hands, and Mason began to make jerky, nervous motions that told me how much he loved it.
"It didn't take him long to blow, and while his cream gushed down my throat I realized how badly I'd missed sex. When you do without for long enough you forget those excruciating little pleasures that attend the act of sex, but he was reminding me with every hot little torrent he released. And you know what he said when it was all over?"
"No, what?" I felt out of joint but that didn't mean that my mother's tale was falling on deaf ears. It was just hard to realize that this was the same woman whom I'd regarded as a pillar of virtue for all these years.
"He said his sinuses weren't blocked anymore. Wasn't that cute? Well, I took advantage of his youth by saying that there was an even better cure for a cold, and it lay right between my legs. Mason said he'd try anything, so I stripped and straddled his face, feeding him my pussy the way I'd once fed him the milk from my breasts. And the little darling sucked just as avidly as he had when he was a baby. Has anyone ever done that to you?"
"A few times," I nodded, not wanting to interrupt her. I could see the scene unfolding before my mind's eye, Mom big and sexy, and horny as hell, dangling her thickly haired pussy over Mason's face and watching him with a beatific expression as he ate into her.
"What exactly haven't you done?" she asked.
"We'll talk about that later." I said. "Tell me what happened next?"
"I see you've done it all," she nodded. "Well, Dr. Spock always said repression was bad for children."
"It's done me no harm."
"That's a good attitude. Anyway, Mason ate me like no man ever had. I twirled through a dozen orgasms while he was doing it, and he was the one who asked to be allowed to stop because it was making his thing hurt so much. I turned around and saw his cock hard as ever, begging to be screwed. I moved down his body a little way and guided him inside me. The moment it entered his instincts told him what to do, and, believe it or not, he made splendid love to me, young as he was."
"And you've been doing it ever since?"
"Off and on. Mason is very popular with the girls and I encourage him to date a lot. I don't want to make a mommy's boy out of him, you understand? To him I'm another girlfriend ... a rather special one, I daresay, but he knows exactly where we stand."
"Are any of the other boys ... ?"
"No, no, one is more than enough," Mom smiled. "I've taught Mason everything and he's learning more from the other women he sleeps with because I've also taught him how to learn. He's a marvelous lover, and if I sleep with him once or twice a month I don't need any more." "I envy you."
"Do you? Tell me all about your sex life, Wanda, I'm very curious what and how you've been doing. Very curious indeed."
I began at the beginning and finished at the end, finding in my mother a most willing listener.