Chapter 9
The following days brought out a completely new Bart. He felt that his ability to screw both his mother and Marie gave him rights as head of the household.
Charlene went along with Bart's attitude because she was having the time of her life. She was radiantly happy. Her sexual needs were no longer being serviced only by a gigolo and she did not have guilt feelings about not being able to get a man without paying for him!
Marco was very aware of the change and he tried to make Charlene hot for him only again, strutting and posturing in his skimpy swim trunks when they were by the side of the swimming pool. But Charlene had to pretend to be indifferent, particularly since Bart made an issue of Marco's staying away from his mother!
Bart wanted to get rid of Marco, telling his mother that he'd rather have her gigolo out of the house.
But Charlene couldn't bring herself to go that far. After all, as she explained to Bart, Marco was just as important to her as Marie was to him. And she wasn't making an issue of Marie having to leave the house!
She and Bart were lying by the side of the pool in the hot sun, their swim suits abbreviated to expose a lot of succulent flesh to be tanned by the California sun. Marie had just served them cold drinks and had gone back into the house to prepare their dinner.
"Getting rid of Marie is different than kicking out Marco!" said Bart. "Marie works for her money by cleaning the house and cooking. When she's in bed, giving her cunt and mouth to me, she's doing it out of love and not for money and presents!"
"Well, you should consider yourself a very lucky young man!" said Charlene. "You're young and you've got the biggest prick I've ever seen. Nobody can beat that combination! You've got everything going for you. Me, I'm not in a position where I meet a lot of people and I'm not getting any younger!"
"Why don't you ask Dad to come back home?" suggested Bart, thinking that his mother would jump at the suggestion.
"Hell, honey, your Dad is older than I am! And he's certainly not going to be able to keep up with my sexual needs! Not at his age!" retorted Charlene derisively.
Bart laughed. "You wouldn't say that if you saw him with Bonnie and Sue Ellen! He screwed both of them at the same time and they were more than satisfied. And they're young-about my age. They're healthy and they sure love to fuck and suck! Hell, they were a pair of sex experts with Dad and myself. They loved sex so much they even sucked each other's cunts after they were through with us! They're just great to be with!"
In spite of her outward derision of Al, Charlene felt a twinge of pain that her ex-husband could be sexually potent and strong enough to take on two young girls at the same time! She couldn't accuse him of buying their favors, because she would be admitting her own short-coming with Marco.
"I think we'd better forget about your Dad coming back to live with us. Outside of seeing you, he has no reason to return. He's now free to do what he wants to do whenever he feels like it and he might feel restricted here."
Bart became thoughtful and his young face momentarily looked years older. "What if he knew he could do the same thing here at home?" he asked. "Wouldn't it be good for me to have a father and you a husband?"
"I don't think he'd approve of my having Marco around, Bart," replied Charlene. "Even you want to have me get rid of him!"
"I think Dad is more capable of making you just as happy as you say Marco does!"
"I'm not sure of that, honey. Your Dad and I were not the greatest lovers since Tristan and Isolde! There was a spark lacking when we fucked-a sense of being transported on clouds of lascivious ecstasy which I need when I fuck a man!"
"Do I put you on clouds of lascivious ecstasy, Mom?" asked Bart devilishly.
Charlene stared at her son with approval. "Honey, you and I have been incestuous. That act alone is so tremendously exciting and wanton that I couldn't live without your big cock filling my cunt, or my mouth, or my asshole-but most of all, it fills my mind! Even the thought of losing your big cock and its love-making beauty gives me a feeling of loneliness. I just couldn't bear it! You're not thinking of going away, are you, my darling Bart?"
"Well," replied Bart with slow deliberation. "I'm sure Dad would be delighted to have me live with him-and Bonnie and Sue Ellen!"
"Oh, Bart, you're cruel! First, it's my maid Marie that you have to be shared with. Now, it's two other young girls!" She was stunned by the very thought of losing him and she looked as though she would weep. "I don't want you to leave me, Bart. Don't you find me attractive enough and expert enough to take care of that huge cock of yours?"
"What about Marco?" countered Bart.
"Oh, don't ask me to make a choice, darling! Can't Marco keep on living with us?" Her beautiful face was screwed up in a grimace of sorrow. "After all, he does make love beautifully and he's always available to me whenever I need him. You're away at school during the day and now you're beginning to want other girls. Why can't I keep Marco to take care of my sexual needs and desires at the time I want them?"
Bart was thoughtful, realizing that his mother had a point which was more than his youth was capable of resolving.
"Why don't we first ask Dad what he thinks of the idea of moving back home with us, Mom?" he said wisely.
"Oh, I know what he'll say, Bart," said Charlene. "If he comes home, he'll want me to get rid of Marco first. I was ready to kick Marco out myself, but now that it's time to make a decision about it, I find that I want him to stay!"
"Is he really necessary, Mom? What does he do to you that I can't do-and better?"
"Oooohhhh," squealed Charlene excitedly. "He fucks me so hard and long. He sucks my pussy! He screws me in the ass! He makes me feel like a musical instrument being played upon by a master!"
"And don't I do the same things to you, Mom?"
"Y-yes, but with Marco, it's different!"
"How is it different?"
"He's-he's ... " Charlene hesitated. She had always been aware of the needs of her body. It always craved attention and she knew that if she had to get rid of Marco, she would be forced to get a new man to replace him. While she was tired and bored with the Marcos in her life, they were a necessity. She was rich, beautiful, but she was also possessive and domineering. And it wasn't easy to find a man who would put up with her kind of personality without extreme difficulty.
"Well, Mother?" prompted Bart. "He's what?"
Charlene was brought out of her reverie by Bart's question and she couldn't find further words to describe her need for Marco. Suddenly, she had a bright idea. All this talk about sex had given her a desire to be fucked!
"I think the best way to tell you about what Marco does for me is to show you!"
Bart remembered seeing his mother and Marco by the swimming pool, but he didn't want to admit it. Instead, he pretended that he had never seen Marco naked with his mother. Anyhow, it might just be a lot of fun to see his mother being fucked by her gigolo, with both of them knowing he was watching their performance!
"All right, Mother," agreed Bart, secretly excited by the idea. "But I want you to promise that if he doesn't live up to your praise, he's gotta go!"
"Who's going to be the judge of whether Marco is a good or a bad lover?"
Bart didn't let the question stump him. "Why, I will, of course!"
"That's not fair, Bart. All you'll be doing is watching and you're certainly not a woman, so how on earth are you going to be able to judge fairly?"
Bart appeared to think for a long moment. "Welll-I'll be watching your reaction, Mom. I know how you react to my fucking you and I'll just compare Marco's ability that way!"
"But, Bart, you say you want your father to come back home. Supposing he brings his-what's the name of those girls-Bonnie and Sue Ellen? What if he wants to have them live with us? Why can't I have Marco?"
"Because you'll have me, mother! And I don't like Marco's fucking you and then my following on a wet deck!"
"Wet deck!?" gasped Charlene, seemingly horrified. "Where did you get that expression?"
"Oh, I get around. Let's call Marco out here and you can have your last fling with him while I watch to see how good a fucker he is!"
"See? You're already prejudging him, Bart. Last fling! That doesn't sound as though you're going to be able to keep an open mind!"
"Do you want to be fucked by your gigolo lover or don't you, Mother? Make up your mind. Or should we bring Marie into the picture-or maybe even my teacher, Jean! Gee, come to think of it, Jean and Marco might just be a helluva a lot of fun to watch screwing their hearts out for our benefit!"
"Bart! Where on earth do you get these weird ideas? Surely, just one visit with your Dad didn't give you all these perverse and wild ideas!"
"No, I had a lot of them before I went to see Dad. After all, Mom, I'm at an age when all types of sex acts appeal to me! I've got to try them all at least once. Just to see how they would make me feel!"
"Would you take another man's cock in your mouth and suck on it? Or let him shove it up your asshole, like ail the homosexuals practice?"
"I don't think so, Mom! Right now, I love girls too much to be the slightest bit interested in even experimenting with another man! The only cock that appeals to me is my own!"
"And it appeals to me, too, honey! Why don't we let things go on as they are now? We've got a nice life-the four of us-Marco and Marie, you and I! We sure can get a lot of positions and exotic enjoyment from just the four of us. Can't we go on this way, Bart honey?"
"Don't try to change my mind, Mother! I want to see you and Marco fucking! Where is he now? Call him."
"He's in his room. I've given him instructions that whenever you're at home, he's got to stay out of your sight. I know you don't like him and I wouldn't want you to be irritated or even annoyed by him."
"Well, I am!" said Bart. "But that won't stop me from letting him stay on, providing he passes my appraisal of his fucking ability. And he'd better start pretty soon, or he won't even have that last chance which I'm giving him!"
"Oh, Bart, you sound more and more like your father in the tone of your voice!"
"Good. I hope to grow up to be just like my father- that's one of the reasons I'd like to see him return to live with us. He's just what I'd like to be when I get to be his age."
"I think you're his age already!"
"Get that overdeveloped, muscle-bound gigolo out here, Mom!" ordered Bart. "Maybe we'd better ask Marie to join us, too?"
"Oh, no, Bart, please! Not yet. Don't shame me in front of my maid. Isn't it enough that I'm going to fuck Marco in front of you? Won't that give your perverse libido enough of a kick? Please don't ask Marie to watch me go through what I'm sure is going to be a spectacle! After all, I'm the one who is going to be fucked and I don't want the whole world to watch me!"
"You're not ashamed of your body and Marco's, are you, Mom?" taunted Bart.
"Of course not! You think my body is voluptuous and enticing. I just don't want to become self-conscious. I want to be good and hot so that you won't send Marco away. I want to be fucked so that he drives me up a wall with his fucking!"
Bart momentarily felt a twinge of doubt that he was doing the right thing. After all, he was practically giving his mother to her gigolo on a silver platter. He really should just throw him out on his muscle bound ass! But he couldn't deny his mother a fair test of Marco's ability. Anyhow, he still felt that he would get a charge out of watching the pair while they were fucking! Now that he had the upper hand, there would be no pangs of resentment, no feeling of being rejected as he had when he saw them screwing before.
"Go ahead, call him!"
Charlene picked up a tiny silver bell and shook it, its tinkling sounding loud and clear. Almost before she had stopped ringing, Marco came running out of the house. As usual, he was clad only in a pair of his skimpy swimming trunks which he could slip out of quickly. His youthful face was happy and eager to be summoned by his mistress. Then, he saw Bart and his face fell in disappointment.
"Did you want me, Charlene?" he asked hopefully.
"Y-yes, Marco," said Charlene with embarrassment.
"Well?" prompted Bart authoritatively as Charlene hesitated. "Tell him why you need him!"
"Oh, Bart!" pleaded his mother. "The act of sex should be happy and filled with fun. You're trying to make it seem as if I'm going to do something dirty!"
Bart laughed. "Even being dirty has a lot of fun and excitement to it, Mom! Go ahead, just pretend I'm not here!"
"What's this all about?" asked Marco, looking puzzled.
"It's about your fucking my mother!" said Bart.
Marco was stunned, but he managed to stammer, "You-you've known, or at least guessed, that I wasn't living here for any other reason than to fuck your mother whenever she wanted me to! What's wrong with that? She's old enough to know what and whom she wants as her lover!"
"I agree with you, Marco-with one exception! She may be old enough, but I don't think she's wise enough! Now, you are going to fuck my mother with me watching every move you make. And if you don't make her float on clouds, you're going to float right out of her life forever! Is that understood?"
Marco turned to Charlene, whose head was hanging and asked plaintively, "Do you approve of this-this exhibition, Charlene? Do you?"
"Yes," said Charlene. She added wistfully, "It might turn out to be a lot of fun!"
Marco reluctantly slipped out of his trunks and tossed them onto the lush, green grass bordering the swimming pool. His blonde pubic hair was so bushy that it almost hid his limp prick. Bart snickered at the size of the cock his mother was so worried about losing.
"Hell, Mother," he scoffed, "don't tell me that tiny thing is able to make you passionate!"
Charlene tried to excuse Marco's limpness, "Oh, Marco is just embarrassed in front of you! Don't worry about the size of his cock when it's hard-it's almost as big as yours!"
She knelt down on the grass and took Marco's limp cock in her hands and began to fondle it. She rubbed it against her breasts, hoping the friction of her sensitive skin would make Marco erect.
"Are you going to keep your bikini on?" whispered Marco.
"No," said Charlene. "I completely forgot that I was wearing it!" She quickly unfastened the bra and then hurriedly slipped out of the trunks, leaving herself gloriously naked.
For a long moment, Marco and Bart drank in the beauty of her voluptuous body. They admired her full, lush, satiny breasts. The flaming red hair which crowned her head and her pink pussy. The graceful arc of her buttocks. Her long, slender legs which could imprison a man's head when he was going down on her burning cunt! Even now, the sight of Marco's cock, limp as it was, gave her a prickling, tingling sensation.
She took the limp cock and began to rub it between her breasts and licking the tip of it lasciviously. She took it into her hot mouth and sucked it voraciously.
Still, Marco's cock remained limp. The eyes of Bart watching every move his mother made had unnerved him completely. He felt ill at ease and Charlene's cocksucking left him embarrassed.
Charlene's tiny hands caressed his balls and her fingers tickled his asshole all the while his cock was being sucked. Yet, he couldn't become erect!
Charlene tried another position. She turned her back to Marco, kneeling on the grass and spreading her buttock cheeks so that he could see both her faintly brown asshole and pink pussy. Perhaps that would entice him-he dearly loved to fuck her in the asshole frequently!
That didn't work, either!
Charlene was getting frantic. She knew that Bart must be silently ridiculing the pair of them. "Put your cock against my asshole, darling!" she begged Marco.
Marco stood behind the kneeling Charlene and placed his limp cock between her buttock cheeks. He began to rotate his hips, hoping the friction of her smooth, satiny flesh would give him an erection. But the sight of Bart's angry face prevented Marco from gaining any other emotion except that of resentment.
Bart was truly angry with Marco's inability to get an erection at the sight of his naked, voluptuous mother. He went over to a tall hedge and snapped off a leafy twig and came back to the naked pair. He switched the leafy twig against Marco's buttocks and that startled youth let out a yell of surprised pain.
"Oowwww! What in hell are you trying to do to me?"
"Make you get an erection so that, you can fuck my mother!" said Bart. He just couldn't understand why Marco wasn't hard. He, himself, had such a big erection that the head of his cock was protruding from under his swim trunks.
He lashed again at Marco's bottom and shouted, "Fuck my mother, you damned gigolo! Show me why she needs to have you around." Again, he switched Marco's bottom with the leafy twig, making a red pattern on the white cheeks.
Marco hurriedly left the warm haven of Charlene's ass flesh and fell to the ground on his back, his cock leaping into a magnificent erection. "Don't hit me again!" he pleaded. "See? I'm hard! I'm hard!"
Charlene turned quickly and saw the hard cock, with Marco on his back. She became completely oblivious to Bart's presence. She straddled Marco, opening her pussy-lips with her hands so that his erection could penetrate her easily. She lowered herself onto the long shaft and felt the hot flesh burning her insides.
"Oooohhhh, that feels so wonderful! Oh, darling, what a hard cock you've got. It's beginning to fill my insides! Oooohhhh! I'm going to float on a cloud!"
Her cunt was impaled by the youthful Marco's stiff rod and she let it slide in slowly, rotating her hips in a sinuous, rhythmic motion, her mouth open and her eyes glazed.
She removed her hands from her cunt-lips and put them on Marco's chest, squeezing and digging her fingers into his chest.
Marco also forgot that Bart was watching and he lifted the upper part of his body so that he could reach Charlene's swelling breast. The pink nipple disappeared into his mouth and his hot breath made her shiver. His tongue rolled around and around her nipple and she squealed with lecherous joy. Then, Marco began to chew and nibble on her breast flesh.
"Oooohhhh!" moaned Charlene, squirming her hips so that his cock could slide against every sensitive part of her vagina and womb. "Chew my titty! Fuck my cunt with your big cock!" she screamed, throwing her head back and moaning with complete abandoned lasciviousness. She was rocking her hips back and forth so that Marco's cock x would be half exposed with one motion and then would disappear deep into her womb with the next motion, sliding ecstatically along her clitoris.
"Wheeee! You fuck crazy wild!" squealed Charlene. The friction of the thick long cock against the wall of her vagina gave her shivers up and down her spine and she gave vent to savage, primitive sounds of sheer animal enjoyment. "It's wonderful!"
Marco sensed that she was going through a series of small orgasms and he tongued her nipple more furiously, feeling the tip of it extending. He grabbed the membrane between his strong white teeth and bit it gently.
She expertly contracted her vagina so that the friction against the walls would be greater. Marco could feel them sucking at his cock with almost as much expertness as her mouth usually could do. His whole body thrilled to the act and he shoved and shoved until both their pubic hairs intermingled; the red on her and the blonde on him. They intertwined as one and his short stiff hairs pushed against her longer, silkier ones.
All the while, Charlene was moaning and squealing with ecstasy, her face screwed up in passion. She kept crying: "Fuck me! Suck me! Screw me, you blonde bastard! Fuck me with your big cock until I die! Fuck me! Suck me!"
Bart could stand his mother's lecherous words no longer. He quickly removed his trunks and his cock shot out straight and long and hard. He ran over and lifted his mother's head by pulling on her flaming red hair. Her mouth was open and he shoved his cock into it.
His primary reason was jealousy and envy that Marco, the blonde gigolo, could make his mother respond with just as much passion as she'd had with him. And he wanted to stop her words which were giving him such torment.
But after a few expert licks from Charlene's educated tongue and sucks from her mouth, he began to join in the lechery of the act.
No longer did he care that Marco's cock was pumping in and out of his mother's wet cunt, making strange noises. No longer did he care if Marco stayed or went. All he cared about what his cock in his mother's mouth had to come! And deep in her throat so that his sperm would shoot down to her stomach and make her feel more ecstatic than when Marco would come in her womb!
Charlene's cunt squeezed Marco's thick cock and her mouth sucked on her son's gargantuan prick. With one hand-behind her, she tantalized and toyed with Marco's balls and her ringers found his rectum and she inserted two of her long, red-tipped fingers into his asshole as far as she could penetrate.
With the other hand, she did the same asshole-frigging on her son while she licked and sucked his huge cock.
Marco's hands were also busy, kneading her titty with one and squeezing her buttocks with the other as he pumped his big wet cock in and out of her cunt in a frenzy of savage emotion.
Wave after wave of intense passion rolled over Charlene's naked, voluptuous body. A cock pumping in and out of her cunt was giving her lower body extreme passion and the cock in her mouth was affording her the most supreme thrill.
"Suck my cock, Mom! Suck it all the way in your mouth! I'm gonna come!" moaned Bart, his body shaking with pre-come violence and sweet agony.
Charlene increased her suctioning and her ass pumped up and down on Marco's wet cock. She thrust it down to get all of it deep inside her womb and at the same time opened her mouth to take all of Bart's thick long cock.
The three of them fucked like animals seeking their own self-gratification. Tantalizingly, teasingly, rotatingly, wriggling and writhing, they shoved their cocks into Charlene's mouth and cunt and she took them avidly, lecherously, lasciviously.
Charlene arched her back and met Marco's upthrust cock deep in her womb and she could feel his sperm shooting way up inside her. At the same time, her son's cock rammed itself deep in her throat and began to shoot his load down her mouth. Between the two cocks, she was being inundated with sperm and she went wild and added her own big orgasm to her already sopping wet body.
They convulsed as they spewed each other. They bucked and groaned and made animal noises and sounds of satisfaction and release.
Then, everything was quiet and still, all passions gratified.