Chapter 5
About a week after this, Bert was driving in his MG past Sid's house on the outer edge of town, a big, elegant house left to Vera Duneray, Sid's mother, by her rich husband. On impulse Bert decided to drop in for a visit with Sid and take him to the Pub for a couple of beers.
Vera met Bert at the door and told him that Sid had gone with his cousin out to Montauk for some fishing and wouldn't be back till midnight, perhaps even till morning.
Vera had a martini in her hand and looked very gay. In fact, she looked looped to Bert. She wore a tight striped blue body shirt that tightly caressed her big tits, showing the nipples very clearly, and a pair of slacks that fit the hips like her skin. In the background, he could hear a record of her singing. She had been a famous vocalist years back and had a rack of hit records from those days.
"I'm playing some of my old records," she "Come in, have a drink with me."
Bert studied Vera's tits and turned on. Frankly, he thought it a bit dangerous for a depraved stud like him to be close to Sid's mother, for he just might slip, and then things could be untidy with his good friend.
Vera scowled at him because he hesitated. "I think you are afraid of me, aren't you, Bert?"
That ticked him off, for it wasn't fear of her but of himself that made him pause; but now he shrugged and walked in.
"Why be afraid of anything?" he said.
She smiled at him brilliantly, showing her capped teeth, and led him into the big living room.
"I like to hear you say that, Bert. Actually, you don't impress me as one of the timid kids of this generation. I'm glad you're a friend of Sid's. I think you could teach him some important things. What are you drinking?"
"Martini on the rocks. Gin."
She grinned. "I'm drinking that, too, Bert." She walked a bit unsteadily to the bar with its huge line up of bottles and fixed two drinks, another for herself. He studied her figure as she stood there, a fabulous ass, curved just right, with a slender waist.
What an ass to fuck, he thought, feeling a tingle in his cock.
He guessed Vera to be about thirty-eight, a woman in her prime who'd made quite a rep in her day, belting out the sweet kind of music that people like his old man and Mona liked to hear.
When her style of singing went out of fashion, she married Sid's father, a wealthy manufacturer, just to make sure of security in her declining years. She was a bit on the sluttish side and gave her husband a violent time in the bedroom. That, combined with the pressures of business, gave him a massive coronary and launched him out of this world, leaving her a widow and poor Sid fatherless.
They'd sold the business for a huge sum of money and had lived comfortably on investments since.
Vera found herself fearfully bored, and with her intense sex drive, heavily frustrated. She made secret jaunts to the city and liked the taste of gin.
She also had a secret letch for Bert, who she felt could be a stud with great promise.
They sat there together on the sofa, while the records kept playing the tunes that she'd made famous.
Her eyes misted nostalgically as she listened. "Oh, Bert, you don't know how it was in those days! When I used to sing with some of the great bands. I was a princess, then, Bert. They loved me wherever I went."
Bert thought she was pretty high, and sentimental about the past. "Well, it must have been easy to love you Mrs. Duneray."
"For God's sake, call me Vera." And she turned to give him a quick peck on his cheek. "I wish you wouldn't think of me as Sid's dignified mother."
"Well, you are, after all. Anyway, how would you want me to think of you, Vera?"
His eyes kept slipping down to her big tits, their nipples peeping out, and he guzzled his drink fast.
"You keep thinking of me as a mother. I'm a woman, Bert. You can see that."
"I sure can, Vera," he said, his eyes staring again at her tits.
She was amused at his vulnerability to tit, and realized that another heavy martini could have this stud sucking at her nipples. She thought it would be good clean fun to nail Bert, for she felt real horny. She glanced at his jeans, and could see the outline of a fine cock. She felt wet in her groin and got up then, to fix another pair of martinis.
"Listen to this record," she said, as a new one dropped on the player. "The country went crazy about it. I am so sorry I stopped singing, Bert You have no idea of what a sacrifice I made when I stopped my career to have Sid. I wanted a child. After all, I'm a woman. I had to realize myself as a woman, too."
Bert shook his head. She sounded drunk as an owl, and made little sense to him. Except that she kept talking about being a woman, and he had to agree.
The drinking had loosened him, and he had to take a leak, but hated to get up, because his cock had got hard!
Staring at her tits pushing out at him, he wondered what it would be like get a tit like that in his mouth, a real woman's tit, not a young thing like Anita's. What would it be like to fuck a woman built so voluptuously, with big hips and a slender waist, and a sweet ass like hers.
It seemed to him that if he leaned out and put his hand on her breast, she would pull off her shirt and shove her tit in his mouth. She looked plenty horny, and he always felt that she craved getting into his pants.
She kept babbling about the music of the past, in which he hadn't the smallest interest. He thought anything outside of rock was dead and hated to hear that sweet, sickly sentimental music.
Then she stared right in his eyes. "You know what I like about you, Bert. You aren't afraid like the boys of your generation. You do what you want. You've got guts. You're bold and gutsy. I sometimes wish that Sid were more like that. He puts on a big front, but I hate to say this. Deep down, he's a scared little kid."
Bert had to laugh. He suspected it to be true. For Sid was always into the big man thing as if he had to prove himself a big jock, a big cocksman. If you have it, you don't have to flaunt it, Bert thought.
"Now, for example, Bert. Right now. I know you want to touch me. I can sense that. And I know that you're bold enough to do it."
Jesus, that did it for Bert. He had to make up his mind whether to make a dash for it or reach out for that heavenly hunk of meat, shaped like a grapefruit, with a juicy nipple on top.
He drunk off the rest of his second heavy martini and she took his hand gently and put it on her breast, looking deep into his eyes.
She had brown eyes and they were glittering with excitement. The bulge in his cock had just beat down all her controls, and she pictured that prodigious hunk of meat doing some delicious things to her.
The feel of her big tits undid poor Bert, for his hand instantly slipped under the striped shirt to the flesh beneath, and he felt the erect nipple.
He lifted the shirt, hypnotized by the feeling of the velvety flesh, saw the thick, plump nipple, and with a sigh, dropped his head down and started to suck on it.
From the very beginning, she had known he lusted to suck her tits.
Now that, he finally had his mouth fastened on her tit, it was the start of something big.
She pulled off her shirt, presenting two mighty mounds, and he started wildly to suck on each nipple, going from one to the other, his hands working over the flesh.
Meanwhile, Vera, who couldn't take her eyes off the bulge of his swollen cock, reached down to his zipper.
She pulled his meat out, a thick, red monster, and kissed it quickly. She put her tongue over it, licked the shaft of it, put it into her mouth and worked her tongue on it.
She seemed so hungry for his cock that she almost bit on it, slid it deep into her throat, got hold of his balls with her hand, gently squeezing them while she sucked on his cock.
"Oh, you delicious little boy," she muttered. "Get your clothes off."
And within moments, they were both nude and staring at each other.
Her voluptuous body really blew his mind. The splendid tits, the slightly rounded belly, the shaved cunt with its pouting, hungry pussy lips.
"You got a gorgeous cunt, Vera," he said.
She grinned. "And you've got the most eatable cock." She went down again to sucking it, for that's what she just loved to do, suck young cock.
He watched her for a while, as she gave him a fierce tongue lashing, going down to his balls, vigorously licking them.
She seemed so terrifically oral, that he lifted his tail and she went down to his ass, and started licking that tool She loved doing it, he could tell, the way her tongue worked on his tail, kissing the lips of his ass, getting her tongue into the depths of it. She was a connoisseur with her tongue. He felt regret that he did not have any more holes for her tongue to work over, she had such an oral gift.
"Put your cock between my tits," she said.
He brought his red monster up, while she pressed her tits together, and for a while he rubbed in and out of her tits, and whenever he got close she would lick his cock with her tongue.
"Now, stick it in my cunt," she whispered, lips hot against his ear.
He climbed over her velvet body, massaging her tits, then pointed his cock at her shaved cunt, and slid it in like a dagger into a sheath.
He went in, to the hilt, feeling the smooth moisture and hot flesh.
"Oh, Vera, you got a mother-fucking gorgeous cunt," he whimpered.
"Fuck me, baby, fuck me with everything you got."
And with that hot message laid on him, he started one of the great fucks of his life, arching his ass as he drove his massive cock into her hungry cunt. And she rode his cock with the talent of a super cunt, her muscles sucking at the sides of his cock. Each time that he drove down into her, she rode up with flawless rhythm. His chest against her giant tits, his cock in her hot cunt, his hands round her beautiful butt put him into the frenzies, and it didn't take much more driving-to shoot his creamy load, which blew her mind, for she went on a frenzied trip when her own orgasm started.
Later, when he climbed into his MG to drive home, he looked at the moon, a huge silver ball riding a dark blue sky. He thought it a terrific piece of luck that he had stopped on a whim at Sid's place.
If he had not stopped he would not have found the perfect moment for a perfect fuck day.
"Vera and her vulva," he thought, as he drove onto the road and headed home.