Chapter 4
The alarm clock woke us up with a jolt. James got to it first and banged the plunger down with an angry blow. Silence reigned again in our stuffy motel room. Sleepily I realized that there were only five minutes before it would be imperative to get up, and to make the best of it I turned over on my side and closed my eyes for a few more winks. My son came nearer to me, pressing the front of his body against my back, and the hardness against my ass was unmistakably an erection. He wrapped his arms about me so that his hands were on my tits and if I hadn't been so tired I would have pushed him away. But all I wanted was a moment's rest, just enough to prepare myself for the long day ahead.
James took advantage of that moment to insinuate himself even further. His cock was pushing insistently against my nightie, right near my asshole, and his hands were mauling my tits boldly. "Once more, Ma," I heard him whisper, "and then I won't ever ask again. I feel so horny and sexy and you're so pretty, come on, Ma, once more?" I shook my head and he pretended not to notice. "Don't you love me anymore, Ma?" he asked, changing his tactics without interrupting his foreplay. "What have I done? I love you, that's for sure." "It's not that and you know it," I muttered.
"Then let's do it once more, only once and I'll never ask again." His pushing had eased my nightie up around my ass and I could feel his hard, hot knob press in between the cheeks now. How tempting it was! But I couldn't weaken, not after laying down the law last night! He would think I was a pushover. He probably thought so already. A new wave of weariness flooded through me, bone weariness mixed with a sense of luxury and warmth, four more minutes all to myself and then ... work. But not yet! How I wanted to wallow in bed for the rest of my life, just me and James all alone, no one to worry us or provide taboos for us, him and me. I did want him, there was no denying it. My mood was right, my body was lazily sensual, and the time could be stretched to fit him in. Why not? Being strict was all very well but a human could afford to be mortal now and then. Let him, I told myself. His cock was so hard and my pussy so wet, it seemed a shame not to put them together.
"No, honey, leave your mother alone," I mumbled with the last of my strength. He must have heard the undertone of welcome in my voice because his hands left my tits only to hoist my nightie right up over my ass, and further until I had to lift my arms to let him take it off me. "Please, James, don't do it!" I pleaded, but already my pussy throbbed with lust and my nipples poked out like bullets. My little boy was growing up fast. He already knew when 'no' meant 'yes'.
He stayed behind me, fondling my tits and rubbing his cock against my ass. Now that there was no turning back I went along with his caresses and right away my temperature rose dizzyingly. Memories of what his rapid, stabbing cock could do to my system flooded my mind and dripped out from between my cunt lips. When I moved abruptly at one point those lips smacked obscenely and at once one of his hands came down and squeezed that fur ball hard. "Mmmmmmmmm, juicy!" I heard him say to himself. A real little adult! Before I'd recovered from the shock of that he had another in store for me. His body slipped down and, saying that he wanted to see what it looked like in the light of day, he rolled me over on my back and pulled my thighs apart to gaze right into my cunt.
"James!" I cried. "What the hell is this! I'm your mother, you know!" That sounded very lame and he totally ignored me. His face shone with happiness as he drank in the sight of my hairy cunt at his leisure, and after a little while I started to feel the same pleasure. He loved my cunt the way a man ought to, and the flattery was immediately translated into horniness. I couldn't control it any longer. While my boy gazed deep between my lips I started to pulse my box up at him, tempting him, drawing him closer. His face seemed to be drawn to my cunt, inch by inch, reluctant at first but then the fragrance got to him and the last few inches were covered in a rush. His face pushed down into my cunt, nudging my lips out of the way and the next thing I knew he was slurping up my juices with commendable passion. "Oh James!" I cried, but there was no reproof in my voice this time, just approval. "Oh, I love it, I love it! But you really shouldn't!"
Like all good boys he knew better than to talk with his mouth full. He was clumsy at first, just rubbing his face around in the wet folds of flesh, but slowly, instinctively, his tongue went into action. Somehow it found my clitoris and worked it over thoroughly, but then he discovered my cunt hole and once he got his tongue up that there was no getting him away from it! This boy was a cunt freak! He ate and drank it, licked it, kissed it, tried to look into the dark tunnel, and all the while his cock rubbed up and down against my calves, horny and eager like the rest of him.
His pussy munching was eroding the last vestiges of my sanity. I sighed and moaned, and now and then my body stretched luxuriously, as if the pleasures had to be distributed more evenly throughout. At one point I caught sight of the alarm clock and noticed that I was already five minutes late in getting up. James had just found his stride. His tongue was deep inside my cunt, lolling and pulsing, and the feeling was too grand to even consider putting an end to it. His hands worked around and about my cunt, playing with the hairs, squeezing the labia, or just pushing my thighs further apart. It was a wonderful sight to see my son growing up right between my legs.
He licked me into such a state that I reached the heights, the point at which I knew I had to be fucked, at once! "Honey, please, do it to Mama!" I moaned, twisting uncomfortably as streams of desire radiated from my pussy to every part of my body. "Don't wait another moment, I want you so much! Please, baby, please, do it now!" He shook his head and kept eating. His tongue no longer gave me pleasure, only aggravation. "James, listen to me, it's time to make love! Come on, you can have the rest later." Nothing could get him away from my twat. I tried every approach, even promised he could have me again if only he would mount me. But the stubborn devil only dug in deeper and sucked my juices down his throat. I had to be at work in fifteen minutes, there was just time for a good one if I didn't have a shower. If only he would get on with it!
It became clear that James was too fixated to budge. In that case he would have to be budged. While he wasn't looking I grabbed him by the shoulders and quickly twisted him over on his back. His tongue was still sticking out when he landed and he was too astonished to move. That suited me just fine. In one smooth motion I was on top of him, my ass straddled his loins, and with one hand I reached back to grab hold of his stiff cock and guide it into my quaking, drooling cunt. It was in before he could protest and when he did open his mouth I quickly kissed him. His face and spit tasted of cunt, earthy, tangy, delicious, just like Nelly's cunt had tasted the day before. No wonder I'd had to drag him off it! We kissed deeply and my tongue roamed through his mouth to pick up more sap. His cock had slipped right up without resistance. I was too wet, my cunt too greedy, and he was too hard to allow any difficulties. James lay still, his arms around my neck, and he concentrated on kissing me while my cunt moved up and down along his cock and contracted to get a good grip on it.
He let this go on for some time, kissing hard, keeping his cock right on target, but suddenly, when I least expected it, he grabbed hold of my ass with one hand and held it still, and the other hand pushed my legs on top of his. Then he rolled us both over, forced his knees between my legs, and started to fuck me with long, thumping strokes that threatened to drive me through the bed! "Oooooo-ohhh Jaaaaaaaaa-mes!" I squealed, feeling like a schoolgirl who's seeing the woodman's cock for the first time. "Oooohhh baaaaa-by!" His hands were under my ass, digging into the flesh, and my hands rested on his contracting buns to feel the power with which he drove his cock into me. Moisture spurted out of my cunt with a forceful down-stroke, obscene sounds came from deep within, and my boy was hunched over me like a bull in the spring pastures. God, how he was loving me! My head turned from side to side and I noticed that I was late for work already. Fuck work! "And fuck me, James!" I whimpered, submitting my body to his terrible lust.
Once again he demolished me with his boyish vigor and incontinence. There was just no stopping him, and now that he'd had a few brushes with sex the edge had been taken off his lust. He no longer sprinted for the finish. He fucked for the sake of fucking, relishing every stroke and listening to my moans. I sang for him that morning, crooned, caroled and with my every change of mood he changed the pace a little. He was growing up so fast! He even stopped dead when his balls threatened to explode, and while he let his passion subside he fondled my tits, kissed my face and neck, and reached down to my sopping wet pussy to work a finger round and round my clitoris!
"Oh my darling!" I moaned, wrapping myself about his taut body. "You make me feel so wonderful! Kiss me again!" Mouth wide open, tongue searching, entwining, exchanging spit, his cock started its powerful motion again, slurping, sloshing, driving deeper, his pubic bone bashed against mine and my clitoris bore the full brunt of it. Yes, he was the best, the very best . . . bar Bob. The memory of Bob cooled me down all of a sudden. What was I doing fucking my son when a real man was at my disposal? Quickly I tightened my cunt muscles so that they gripped his cock and applied real pressure. And right away James started to lose his timing and finesse. His body jerked in all directions, he began to huff and puff, sweat droplets showered my face, and he produced strange, guttural sounds as his whole body cramped to squeeze out a gush of cream. It hit me right in the belly and slowly dripped down the inner walls of my cunt with a sensual, syrupy sensation while he came to a slow, jerky stop.
"That was very nice, James," I said in my normal tone of voice. I could see he was about to get emotional and I didn't want to hear him commit himself to me. A plan was forming in the back of my mind, a plan as simple as it was beautiful. Julie and James, Bob and me... why not?
"Oh God, look at the time!" I cried, pushing him off me and jumping out of bed. "Jeff's going to have my head for this! Quick, darling, get my uniform ready while I take a shower."
James looked like he was suffering from culture shock but he got into action anyway, and I dove under the shower to wash away the sweat of love-making. I wanted to be as fresh as a daisy in case Bob came in again. Five minutes later I was running down the road to get to the diner. Jeff was pissed but that was nothing unusual. The place was full. I swung into the routine without stopping to catch my breath. Nelly threw me a quick wink, Julie raised her hand in a greeting, but that was all we had time for. Men were clamoring for food, coffee, right away!
The time flew by and suddenly breakfast was over. A few unemployed men took their time over the coffee and cigarettes, they sat in the sun and looked through newspapers. The others were on their way to making another buck. The human lot, I reflected, was a sorry one. For forty hours a week of soul-sacrificing, a man gets to sleep in peace and an allowance of free time which he can squander. The only people who were free all the time were the ones without the money to enjoy it. Still, everyone thought that was part of nature so they rarely questioned it.
"What's the matter with you?" Nelly asked. "You look like you've got the world on your shoulders."
"I have but I'll trade it for a cup of coffee," I grinned. Julie heard me and brought me a cup, and her generosity made me feel all the more guilty. Here I was planning my coup and she was being nice to me! How innocent she was. With her big eyes sparkling she told Nelly about Bob and how well hung he was. I could see a calculating expression come over the blonde waitress's face. Nelly liked to burn the candle at both ends, then. I would have to move quickly if I wanted Bob all to myself.
"Hey, Julie, how would you like to come to my place after work?" I asked while Nellie was out of earshot for a moment. "You can meet my son and have a bite to eat with us."
"Oh ... yes, sure, that'd be fun," she said, obviously confused by my offer. Why should she want to meet my son, after all? But for the time being I only wanted her to come, from there on it would be easier. We got to work on the dirty tables and the day passed rapidly once all the customers came back for lunch. Bob, however, didn't show up. That was a disappointment and a relief. He could have talked Julie into going with him instead of keeping her date with me; but I did want to see his handsome face again.
At two in the afternoon Julie walked with me to the motel. James was in front of the TV but he was reading a book at the same time. When we walked in he didn't bother to look up. The boy was getting surly lately. "James, I want you to meet a friend of mine. This is Julie, Julie, this is my son James."
"Hi," she said, going over to him and extending her hand. "My, he's such a handsome boy, Leona, he looks just like you!"
James said nothing. His sullen expression vanished when he saw the beautiful big-eyed waitress, and his mouth fell open and he couldn't stop looking at her. As for Julie, she treated James like a boy. He was only fifteen and in the company of his mother, so how else could she act? The fact that she found him handsome was all the encouragement I needed, however, and I made sure the two of them sat together on the sofa when I served coffee.
The conversation began as shop talk but I soon steered it to sex. "I'm worried about this boy of mine," I said jocularly, "and all that he knows and doesn't know. It's so hard to explain the facts of life, don't you think?"
"No, I think that would be easy!" she exclaimed, looking at James. "He looks like a very intelligent, very mature boy to me, and besides that he probably knows more than his mother already." We laughed at that but James looked puzzled. I had explained sex to him years ago, and for the past few days I had illustrated the lessons as graphically as it could be done. He wanted to know what my game was. I winked at him covertly and hoped he'd be smart enough to play along.
"I'd like to see you try it," I challenged her.
"What? Oh no, that's the mother's job, not mine!" she laughed.
"You see, you balked right away."
"No, no I won't cop out, if you want me to do it, TO do it." She took a deep breath and turned to face my son. He looked her in the eyes with a deadpan expression that indicated to me that he'd caught on to my game. "Now let's see, you're a boy and I'm a girl ..." She paused, red-faced, short of breath, "Wow! this is hard! If I had pen and paper I could do drawings for him, Leona."
"Use whatever methods you like," I said. I drew the curtains. It was grey and gusty outside anyway, an unattractive day, and when T turned on the lights it became much cozier. A little soft music couldn't do any harm. Then I sat down again opposite them and watched as Julie tried to find the right words. James sat with one leg on the sofa, the other stretched out so that his cock bulged plainly in his pants. Julie wasn't unaware of it, either. "Look, that thing there makes you a boy," she said, pointing with her finger awfully close to that tempting bulge. Just looking at it made me feel squirmy. "And because I don't have one, I'm a girl. Now when people make love they both get undressed and the boy puts his thing where she doesn't have one.
"You mean there's nothing between your legs?" asked James.
"Sure there is, but where yours goes out mine goes in."
"I don't understand that," he said earnestly. He was playing his part to perfection and I almost clapped my hands at his performance. Julie looked at me helplessly and I nodded at her to say she could show him if that was all she could do.
"Okay, TCI show you. Take your thing out." He did that at once and Julie was visibly impressed with the size and hardness of his cock. When it came to her turn to show it she did so with alacrity. Her hands were far from steady and it gave her some trouble to pull up her dress and pull down her panties. James said he couldn't see because her panties were still in the way. "Okay, I'll take them right off... are you sure you don't mind, Leona?"
"Not in the least. You're doing a far better job than I could have done," I said.
"Tell me when to stop, then," she said, hastily shimmying out of her panties. "Oh my goodness, it's so hot in here! Now, James, look closely, see how it opens? That's where you put your thing, your wonderful thing, oh dear, I have to touch it, it's such a lovely cock, so smooth and pink and everything. Leona, do you think I could show him a thing or two about the way people make love?"
"I want him to know everything," I said gravely. James was a quiver with excitement at this point. He managed to get his pants off before Julie could get back to him and then he sat perfectly still, dressed only in a T-shirt and sneakers, waiting for her to show him what he knew only too well. It was a tremendous relief for me to see him take an interest in another woman, and yet it also made me a little jealous. Julie was so young and blonde and big-titted, no wonder he preferred her to me. But I was aware of being silly. Besides, to watch those two beautiful people at play was making me too horny to think about much else but the sweaty sensation between my legs. My clothes felt too tight, the room was like a sauna, and since they were so busy with each other I figured it wouldn't hurt for me to slip out of something uncomfortable.
When, I was completely naked I sank back down into the chair and watched Julie go down on my son reverently. That girl loved to suck cock! The moment his quivering tip touched her lips she turned a bright red and gasped with lust. Then her mouth opened wide and his cock disappeared in her face in one quick, smooth motion. Her lips contracted around the hilt of his dick and moved up slowly, right to the tip of his knob, before going back down again. She repeated this motion several times and my son was losing his cool completely. He couldn't withstand the things she did to him, but then I doubted if a veteran married man could have either. The hectic flush on his face told me he was going to blow soon. I felt as though I'd be joining him. My body shuddered inwardly and I couldn't keep my hands away from my needy pussy. James lay back on the couch; his eyes were closed and he breathed through his open mouth, his arms were dangling by his side, only his cock hadn't gone limp. Julie sucked his dick with such vigor that I began to imagine her sucking my pussy in the same way. That set off a chain reaction of tiny orgasms which wore away the last of my restraint. My eyes stayed riveted on them and my hands dug into my cunt, greedy, brutal, rubbing and pulling at flesh in a desperate bid to keep up with them.
James couldn't take it any longer. His body arched sharply and he let out a long moan, a grunt, and Julie's cheeks suddenly billowed with his load of cream. Some of it seeped through her lips and ran down her chin. She made sure that not a drop was wasted. How she loved cream! I couldn't get over the expression on her face as she licked it all up. She looked at least as happy as my son.
"You must think I'm awful." she said to me when his cock had been cleaned from top to bottom. But then she saw me sitting on the chair, my legs drawn up and dangling over both armrests, two hands groping about in my pussy, and the sense of the situation dawned on her. "Wait a minute, you wanted this to happen! That's why you invited me home to meet your son! I thought that was a little weird but now I understand everything. Wow, Leona, you sure are a strange one."
"It was the least I could do for my boy," I puffed. My masturbation wasn't going too well now that he was limp and she had cleaned the sperm off her face. All I had succeeded in doing was to stir up my needs, and I wasn't getting anywhere trying to satisfy them without help.
"Well, if that's the case I'll keep on instructing him," she grinned. "Hey James, do you know how to eat pussy? Get down over it, that's the way, only turn around so I can play with your delicious little dick. Now bend down, sniff it for a while, check it out, and when you feel you're ready for the dive, dig in!"
"Like this?" asked James, getting himself into position. And when Julie nodded he took in a deep breath, smelling her pussy the way one might enjoy a bunch of roses, and dove in right after. I was almost embarrassed by his loud sucking and licking. No amateur could pick it up that fast! Julie was bound to suspect something. But she wasn't in a suspicious mood. The moment James dug his tongue into her pussy she reclined sybaritically and it took her well on five minutes before she could retaliate at all. Again my lust rose and fingering became more satisfying. His cock was stiffening and when she noticed that she took it between her lips once again to speed the process up. What a beautiful couple they made. In the mellow light their skins glowed golden and their firm flesh rippled smoothly with every movement to add sensuality to an erotic scene. I half closed my eyes so that my lashes created rainbow bands about them, and it was like watching an animated girlie magazine! How sexy they were, how passionate! As soon as my son was hard enough he turned about and got on top of her with his cock pointing directly at her cunt. Julie submitted at once. All the aggression left her, she just opened her legs and spread out her arms to receive him. I felt proud when he stuck his cock right into her without fumbling. And then they were off and running like two thoroughbred young horses.
I lived the fuck with them. Fingering my cunt, squeezing my tits, watching, listening, empathizing, I felt my body going through the same contortions as happened during a power-packed fuck. Orgasms broke out in the strangest places, the juices literally poured out my cunt, my fingers created sloppy, obscene noises down there, everything pumped and throbbed and demanded more, more, more!
James was in fine form. He fucked Julie until she couldn't even cry out anymore. She just lay under him and mewed like a kitten! "Oh baby, baby," I heard her whisper, "you're so good, so strong, fuck me, make love to me, yes, yessssss, oh that's so nice, come on James, hold back for a little while! Oh yes, yes, YEEESSSSSS DON'T STOP, TO THE LEFT NOW, YES, THATS IT, OH JAMES, FUCK ME HARDER, DEEPER, DRIVE IT IN ME, YES-YES-YES, oooooooohhhhhh, AAAAHHHHH, yes darling, YES, GIVE IT TO ME, HARD, MORE, YES!! aaaaaahhhhh . . ." She sank into a mire of climaxes and James had the good taste or luck to come right after. I took a bit longer but eventually that growing bubble in my belly burst, and sent me spinning backward into utter euphoria.
The room smelled of pussy and sweat. It was raining outside. I opened one of the windows behind the blinds and at once long gusts of fresh air suffused the room. Julie and James were barely conscious. She had a lighted cigarette in her hand but seemed too tired to bring it up to her mouth. And James looked like a kid at the end of an exhausting birthday party. I winked at him and he just smiled. I put my clothes on and made coffee for us all, expecting that Julie and I would talk some more.
"What do you do during the day, James?" she asked him in a tired drawl. "I was thinking we could get together sometime when your mother isn't home."
"That's a great idea." They arranged to meet the next day when I would still be at work but Julie wouldn't. What was this, dating already? Again I felt a surge of bile-green jealousy and again I suppressed it. How could I object? Don't date a woman after she's fucked you, my boy, she'll lose respect for you! No, it was absurd. And they did seem to like each other a lot. I began to feel like an intruder. They were gazing into each other's eyes, touching, holding hands, and the coffee went cold.
It didn't come as a surprise to me that night when James didn't make one single attempt to seduce me. He was anxious to get to sleep, probably so as to get into the next day and the next date. My plan had worked . . . but in the dead of night I wondered if I had been wise to give him away so readily.