Chapter 4

When Saturday night rolled around Pat was prepared. She knew that her son loved to drink, and she thought it would be a clever idea to invite him and his buddy over for a drink. Then, she would let things proceed as they might.

"Joey," she told him, "why don't you invite Chuck over after the game for drinks?"

"Oh, mom," he told her, "that's wonderful."

"I thought you would enjoy that," she told him frankly.

"You're a great mom," he said, "now if you'd only turn on with a little pot."

"That," she snapped, "is one thing I will never do, and sweetheart, I wish you wouldn't smoke it either. It's not good for you."

"Oh, pot never hurt anybody," he complained, "it just makes you unbend."

"Well, honey," she said, "that would make me doubly afraid to take it. I unbend enough without any booze and if I ever started on pot I would be impossible."

"That's the truth," he chuckled.

He left her that evening and went over to his buddy Chuck's place and they went to the game.

That evening as she sat there she got to thinking. Thinking about Joey's father. Suddenly, she got a jolt she would never forget. He appeared at the door.

"Hi, honey," he smiled.

"Carl," she said, "what on earth are you doing here?"

"Just thought I'd drop in and pay you a Saturday night social call," he chuckled.

"That's a fine thing," she said, "you disappear for years and then turn up on a Saturday night. I'm sorry I have other plans."

Carl paid no attention. He opened the door, came in and sat down.

"You're still beautiful," he complimented her.

"Compliments will get you nowhere," she told him.

"Now, don't be difficult, baby," he said, "you know you've always loved me."

"Sure I love you, darling," she said, "but that doesn't mean that I'll let you pull any more tricks on me. I've had it."

"I've had it too," he said sullenly.

As she looked at Carl she could see that he had aged terribly. He looked like he had been drinking. His eyes always became red when he drank.

"I suppose you've been drinking again, Carl?" she glared at him, and he felt so guilty that he wanted to turn away from the spotlight of her eyes.

"Don't look at me like that dammit," he said. "I come back to you and you don't throw out the welcome mat at all."

"I should throw you out," she said abruptly. "I've had to bring up your son, our son, and it hasn't been easy."

"How is he, honey?" he asked her.

"I didn't know you cared," she said. "You've certainly never sent any money for child support."

"Forgive me," he said. "I, I don't know what happened."

"I do," she said nervously. "You began thinking you were 18 again and you wanted to be footloose and imagine free. When you realized that you would have to give me child support you thought it was easier to take it on the lam."

"You've got it all figured out, haven't you, honey," he shrugged.

"Am I right?" she demanded.

"I'm not telling you," he said. "That's probably the only thing I've got you want. You want to know where I've been and what I've been doing. Well, I'm not going to tell you."

"I could care less," she said, "but where were you?"

"I told you, I'm not telling," he said.

"Don't be difficult, you bastard," she snapped. "You always did try to torment me."

"Don't talk about torment," he said nervously. "If anybody tormented anybody you did."

"I did," she said. "I always got up, fixed your breakfast, darned your sox and did your laundry, and for gratitude you left me."

"Lot of husbands get so upset they kill their wives," he said.

"Well, that's something to be thankful for, however, at the time I would have been grateful if you had gotten rid of me. I was so tormented, I wished I were dead over and over. I didn't have the guts to take my life and I thought too much of your son, our son."

He got the biting sarcasm as she spoke of his responsibility for taking care of Joey.

He glanced over to a table and caught sight of a picture of Joey.

"That's him," he smiled, "isn't it?"

"Yes," she said quickly. "He's a wonderful, strapping young man and I hope he never does meet you. I'd been ashamed to have him know you've always been a drunk."

"Is that a nice thing to say. Suppose you had a habit and you couldn't knock it."

She thought for a long moment. Her habit was sex with her son. She knew that she could hardly pull herself away from wanting him. As he spoke these cutting words, she tried to give him some consideration for she knew that her life had to be lived in the shadows now too.

"Go on, bawl me out. Give me the devil. I suppose I deserve it."

"You do," she assured him. "You certainly do. If it were not for me your son would be left alone in this world to fend for himself. If there is anything I loathe it's a man that won't take care of his own kids."

"Don't rub it in," he said softly.

"No, you don't want to hear the truth, do you?" she said. "You never did. You were always living in your dream world. Always thinking of finding that pot of gold at the end of the rainbow. Did you find it?"

He shook his head and shrugged.

"I've learned a lot, honey," he said, "and I've discovered what a good woman you were."

"Well, it's too late," she said. "I closed the door on you when you closed the door on me."

"I found a lot of good chicks," he said, "who could keep me going. They knew I liked to drink and they knew that I liked to gamble, and I'd peddle their pussy so I could take it easy."

"That's nice," she snapped, "the life of a gigolo. I suppose you're real proud of yourself."

"No," he said slowly. "I think I am a rotten, stinking mess."

"Well, that's the first honest words you've said since you walked into this house."

"Baby," he said, "you were real nice and soft and sweet when I met you. You had the most cute, cuddly body I've ever seen. I loved fucking you. Couldn't we have sex tonight?"

She looked at him and for one momentous moment she felt herself slipping back into the quicksand of love for Carl. Realizing that she was going back and forth in her mind as to whether or not to take his suggestion, he persisted in his line of argument.

"Baby," he told her, "you don't know how much I love you. You have no idea."

"I told you, baby, it's too late."

"Doesn't have to be," he said. "When the prodigal son came home, didn't they roast the fatted calf?"

"Meat prices being what they are, baby," she said, "I'm not going to roast a fatted calf for you, if you don't mind. Not even a minute steak."

He looked at her and asked her quickly, "Well, how about a drink?"

"Carl," she said, "if you care to continue your life of drunkenness and dissipation, would you please clear out. This is my home. It's not yours anymore and you aren't welcome."

"Don't be cruel," he said.

"That's an old song hit of the 50's," she snapped, "and it isn't my type of love song anymore. I've grown up. I'm mature."

Realizing he was making no headway with her, he decided he would tell her a few things.

"I did have some fun when I was away from you, honey," he smiled slyly.

"Not interested," she told him.

"Oh, listen to me," he told her. "I had some of the nicest, tightest pussies in town. Neat chicks who would give me hot sex any time I wanted it. They'd do anything I wanted. They'd go down on me, baby, and I'd go down and eat their pussy. It was really fun, baby."

"You're revolting. Don't be vulgar. Now leave."

"You always thought sex was vulgar, baby," he said. "Every time I wanted to eat you, you put up a big fuss. Well, nobody wants to eat it anymore, do they?"

Now she was getting angry at him.

"Get out of here you bastard," she said indignantly.

"Sure, I'm going," he said, "I just stopped by for a drink. You didn't think I would come around here to make love to you. Did you really?"

"Get out of here," she repeated.

"I'm going, baby," he said, "just as far away as I can get and I hope I never see your face again."

"That goes double," she said, "and remember don't darken my doorstep again. If you do you'll be sorry."

Carl didn't say a word. Not looking back, he walked on. As he did so, she noticed he seemed tired and weary. She felt bad that she had been so hard on him.

As she sat there alone looking at the Saturday night movie, she wished he were back. They were running a revival of "Double Indemnity" and she thought how juicy it would be to try to buy him a policy. That way she reasoned, he would be worth something. Plenty. Nevertheless, the opportunity was gone and she didn't care to get him back even if the stakes were high.

Then she thought what might happen if she failed. Being behind bars didn't seem like a pleasant way to spend the rest of her days.

When the film was over, she heard footsteps and then she went to the door. There was Chuck. He was a handsome kid. Almost 6 foot tall and lean and was the type that always appealed to her. His eyes were blue and his hair sandy and he was freckled. He smiled at her warmly and nodded.

"Good evening, Mrs. Alexander," he grinned.

"Well, hi there Chuck," she said opening the door for him and her son. "How was the game?"

"Our team won," Chuck said full of pride.

"Well," she said, "I'm so glad and I'm glad my son could have your friendship. It's great for young fellows to get together and go to sports events."

"Thank you, Mrs. Alexander," he said as he sat down.

"Would you like a drink?" she said with a laugh.

"Mom means the real stuff," Joey said.

"No fooling Mrs. Alexander?" he said. "Would you let me drink booze?"

"I know you kids get it one way or another," she said, "and I think it's much better if you drink in the house. It's silly to be drinking in those cars."

"That's no joke," he said, "if the police catch you doing that, you've had it."

"I know it," she said quietly, "that's why I'm so eager for my son to drink here at home with his friends."

"Neat-o," he smiled.

She went over to the bar and asked him, "What'll you have honey?"

"If you got whisky," he smiled, "I'd like a whisky sour."

"One whisky sour coming up," she said as she fixed it.

"What'll you have Joey?" she asked.

"I like vodka," he said, "mix me one of those gimlets that you make for yourself, mom."

"Sure, darling," she said.

When the three of them were seated she turned on the stereo music, Chuck got a good look at her. She was a real turn on and he couldn't help notice her breasts in the filmy blue negligee she wore.

"You've got a real nice place here," he compliment her. He was afraid to compliment her body as he didn't want to admit that she was turning him on. But she understood exactly what she was doing as she had calculated it that way.

"You've got a great shape and I really dig you."

"Alright," she said, "and I suppose I should compliment you in return."

"Go right ahead," Chuck said eagerly.

Joey sat there dumbfounded to see his buddy turn on with his mom.

"Well," she said, "you're about one of the most handsome young men I've ever seen. You're tall and strong and look so athletic."

"Well, thank you," Chuck beamed. "Can I have another drink?"

"Well, sure," she said, "and will you have one too, Joey."

Joey was so jealous at this point that he didn't want anything more. "No thanks," he said.

"Now, don't be a killjoy," she chided him, "have a drink. It's always fun when everybody drinks."

She went over to the bar, mixed Joey his second drink and then Chuck's and her own. When she sat down again, she smiled at Chuck and asked him frankly, "What do you think of the way kids behave sexually these days?"

He sat there nervously not knowing how to act.

"I'm very broadminded," she said. "So tell me the truth."

"Do I have to?" he said.

"Of course, dear," she said, "the truth is always the thing to tell. That is, when you're around people who can take it."

"Well, that's right," he said, "a lot of people can't take it."

He gulped and finished his drink. Then he looked up at her and asked her, "Can I have another drink?"

"Of course you can, Chuck," she said going over to the bar.

"Joey, darling," she said, "you're drinking very slowly tonight."

"Forget it, mom," he said.

She was happy now and delighted because she was giving her son motivation to give her more sex action.

"Enough," she smiled, as she poured the bottle directly into his glass.

"You're going to have me stoned, Mrs. Alexander," Chuck laughed.

"It's good to get stoned every now and then," she said.

As they sat there drinking, she ran her hand over her bosoms.

"If you don't mind my saying so," Chuck observed, "you've got a real gorgeous shape."

"Now, now, Chuck," she teased, "what would an old woman like me do turning a boy your age on.

"How did you know I was turning on?" he smiled shyly.

"It was perfectly obvious, Chuck," she said, "and you might as well admit it."

Now her son was so disgusted that he could hardly stand it.

"I think there is nothing wrong with sex," she said, "and I take my hat off to you young people for your moral revolution."

Joey looked at her and winked.

"Well, I would appreciate it if you would take your clothes off," he said.

"I guess I could," she smiled.

He looked at her eagerly and suggested slyly, "Why don't we go to the bedroom."

"Alright, dear," she said getting off the sofa and walking down the hall to her bedroom. Chuck followed and Joey stayed in the living room.

"Oh," he gasped as he saw her sliding out of her negligee.

"What's wrong?" she asked.

"It's not what's wrong, it's what's right. Everything is in the right place, Mrs. Alexander."

"You don't have to call me Mrs. Alexander anymore," she said. "How about calling me Pat."

"How about calling you baby?" he said, as he reached down and stroked his cock under his pants.

"I guess I am turning you on," she said, walking over to him and reaching out. As her hand touched his penis it got larger immediately.

"Ohh, you're a man," she said, "I can see that."

"You could take it out if you want to," he slurred drunkenly.

"You want me to, Chuck?" she teased.

"You bet I do," he said, "Please take it out for me."

Reaching down, she unzipped him. As she stood there naked before him with her breasts jiggling he became more and more excited and stimulated.

She reached in and slipped his giant-sized cock out. As it flipped into view she opened her eyes widely. Just then Joey stepped into the room.

"Mom," he snapped angrily, "come out here."

She looked up at him and released Chuck's penis.

"I'll be right back, honey," she said to Chuck. "Make sure you do come right back," he said, "because I'm almost ready to shoot it."

She winked at him and went to her son in the hall. Closing the door she looked up innocently and asked him, "What's wrong, dear?"

"You know damn well, mom," he said. "You're going to have sex with him."

"What's wrong with that," she bubbled enthusiastically.

"I'll tell you what's wrong with that," he said angrily, "you have no right to him. He's my buddy."

"Do you want him?" she teased. "You bitch," he said.

"That's a nice thing to say to your mother," she said.

Now she was on the defensive.

"Remember Joey," she said, "you had sex with me. That makes you a mother-fucker. Should I tell your friend Chuck?"

"You wouldn't," he said nervously, "you wouldn't do a thing like that."

"You'd be surprised what I would do, honey," she said. "Now I'm going to take Chuck on first and I'll give you seconds."

"You bitch," he screamed.

"Quiet love," she said, "because if you say that one more time I'll shout mother-fucker so everyone on this block will hear it."

"You wouldn't," he said angrily.

"Oh, but I would," she laughed.

Going back into the bedroom and slamming the door on him he realized that she indeed would and with relish.

"Is he mad?" Chuck said nervously.

"I hope you understand," she said smoothly. "Now, baby, let's strip you. I want to see you all over. I have wonderful, wild and wicked things that we can do together."

"Oh Mrs. Alexander," he gasped, "you're a real sex pot."

"I told you not to call me Mrs. Alexander," she corrected him.

"Alright baby doll," he grinned.

"That's better lover," she smiled.

Now he was slipping out of his jeans and she was watching his penis.

"How long is that thing, Chuck?" she asked eagerly.

"About 9 and a quarter inches," he grinned.

"Oh you're putting me on," she giggled.

"About an inch over," he admitted.

"I'm getting my ruler," she said.

Naked she went down the hall. She went to the desk and picked up a ruler.

"What are you doing?" Joey demanded.

"Getting a ruler, dear," she said, "why do you ask?"

"What are you going to use a ruler for?" he demanded.

"I'm measuring something," she said and went on down the hall. "What?"

"Chuck's cock," she said, "do you care?"

He didn't answer that one and she slammed the door. Going over to him she placed the ruler on his cock.

"Measure it from the underside," he said.

"Oh, that's not fair," she teased.

"It's all cock," he told her "and you measure from under the balls."

She placed the ruler under his penis and he shoved it down a little farther.

"7 inches," she said, "you lied by 2 inches."

"Alright," he admitted, "so I didn't measure right. I guess my eyes were crooked when I looked at the ruler."

"It wasn't your eyes honey," she said, "you just got carried away."

Now she was massaging his balls with her hand and pulling gently back and forth on his penis.

"Oh, what a wild cock," she smiled. "Oh, yes, baby."

Her hand was working on his penis and she was enjoying it more every moment.

"Oh, wow, that's good," he said. "I really like it."

"Sure you do, baby," she said, "I'm getting it ready."

She was so stimulated now that she knew that she had to drop on her knees and worship him. When she was on her knees she looked up and gripped his proud penis. She touched the head of it with the tip of her tongue. As he saw the tip of her pink tongue lashing away at his penis, his cock quivered.

"Oh, does that ever feel good," he told her excitedly, "you have no idea how good that feels."

Now he was enjoying himself. She opened her mouth and let him slip it all the way in.

Her lips fastened on his shaft.

"Oh, do me," he said, "like me. Oh, honey, you'll love it. I'll give you a big load, baby. Oh, baby, my balls are really going to explode this time."

Moving her mouth rapidly back and forth she was eager to taste him.

"Eat me," he gasped eagerly. "Oh, eat me. Eat my beautiful cock."

She enjoyed the fact that he was proud of his male member. More than that she was delighted that he was so eager to have sex with her. It made her feel like a young woman again.

"Do it," he gasped, "do it."

At this point, Joey couldn't stand it any longer. Going down the hall he finally got to the door. He could hear the slurping sounds as her mouth worked on Chuck's penis shaft. Then Joey opened the door just a crack. Glancing in he could see what they were doing and strangely as disgusted and angry as he was, he got turned on. Grabbing his penis he began pumping. Watching stimulated him more and more. He observed the way Chuck got turned on. Chuck was carefully not going too fast.

"Slow down," he panted. "That's it, Pat, take it easy."

He enjoyed seeing Chuck's big balls jiggling on her chin and then Chuck threw his head back and really rammed it home.

"Oh, wow," he panted, "I won't last much longer. Keep that going. Now you're doing it. Love that. Yes, baby, yes, yes."

The pleasure she was giving him now surpassed anything he had had from a girl at school. It was obvious to her that she really loved this. Now her fingers were fingering his balls as her mouth took his cock in farther.

"Oh, eat me," he panted. "Eat my sperm."

Suddenly the hot sperm exploded in her mouth. As it dribbled down her lips her young son who was watching felt himself juicing too.

"Oh," Chuck groaned, reaching down and grabbing her head and guiding it in farther. "I'm cuming. Oh, yes!"

The super excitement that he enjoyed at this point was more than he could stand.

"Oh, baby," he gasped, "you are really something."

Pat pulled her mouth off his penis and got to her feet.

"Now, baby doll," she smiled, "you've got a big treat in store for you."

"What?"

She reached down and continued massaging her juicy mound.

"I want you to eat my pussy. Haven't you ever eaten pussy before?"

"That's a real personal question," he replied shyly.

"On your knees Chuck baby," she said, "and let your tongue meet my pussy."

Standing there in the hall, his eyes transfixed as he wiped the juice off the head of his shaft, young Joey watched his friend Chuck go down on his mother. Chuck gripped her hot ass-cheeks and pulled her pussy to his mouth. Then prying the pussy lips apart he slid his tongue in swiftly, he licked the quivering moist flesh as he stabbed it to her.

"Come on," she gasped eagerly, "that's the way to do it. Stab it with your tongue, baby."

He stabbed it harder and harder and she became more and more excited.

"Eat it," she insisted, "that's it, baby, eat it."

The sudden excitement that surged through her now was almost more than she could stand.

"Eat my pussy," she told him. "Yes, baby, eat

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The pleasure that he was deriving now was enormous. With uninhibited abandon a woman was insisting that he tongue stab her moist flesh.

"Oh, sweetheart," she told him, "lick the clit. Now you're doing it. Oh, I love that. Faster, baby, faster."

Faster and faster his hot tongue stabbed inside of her and he knew that she would be juicing soon. He could start to taste her. It tasted good to him.

"Gobble me," she begged. "Oh, yes, baby, do me. That's what I want. Oh, ah, yes, Chuck, yes. Give it to me. Now, like that. Oh, I'm juicing!"

She was indeed. Her son Joey watched her juice.

"Get it all, lover," she begged, as his hot tongue licked the walls of her velvety vagina.

"Oh, I taste good, don't I, baby," she panted eagerly. "Don't take your tongue out till you finish. Oh, yes, all of it. All of it."

Finally he withdrew and glancing up at her he smiled.

"How about that," he said, "did you enjoy it."

"You know it."

It was a fantastic moment for her and she loved it. Every second of it.

"Oh, baby," she panted, "it's wonderful that we got to know each other."

"We can get to know each other even more intimately," he grinned, grasping his penis in his hand.

"What do you mean, Chuck?" she asked. "I mean I want to fuck you with my cock," he laughed.

"You're welcome," she said walking over to the bed. Getting on the bed she was surprised at what he wanted.

"On your hands and knees, honey," he said, "I'm an animal fucker."

"You're a what, Chuck?" she asked, not quite understanding what the young boy meant.

"I like to fuck animal style," he panted excitedly. "Animals fuck like crazy. Come on, get on all fours and I will slide it to you from behind."

She suddenly felt fearful.

"You don't want to slide that tremendous thing up my ass-hole, do you?" she insisted on knowing first.

"Not a bad idea," Chuck laughed, "but that wasn't what I had in mind. I want to get a back angle for your pussy."

"Alright," she agreed.

Now, Joey felt himself stiffening again. It was a momentous moment and he watched closely. Suddenly, on his hands and knees he gripped her ass-cheeks and stabbed his penis shaft into her vagina.

"Oh, I made it," he gasped excitedly, "in one good stab. I made it."

Now he rammed away with hard, fast strokes. "Fuck it," he told her passionately, "fuck it. Twist your tail around. That's it baby doll. Fuck, baby, fuck!"

Every moment now was more intense.

"Bend over, baby," he panted, "do the bends."

Bending over she discovered that this allowed his shaft to slip in farther.

"Oh, wow!" Chuck gasped excitedly, "that's how it's done. Oh, baby, what a pussy. Tighten it. Grip it. Oh, yes, massage the head of it."

Vigorously she used her vagina muscles to give his cock a workout. She enjoyed the fact that he was telling her exactly what he wanted.

"like that, Chuck?" she asked quietly.

"Right on target, baby," he said. "You've got a hot ass. Keep twisting that tail."

She ground her hips around and he went on thrusting.

"Joey should have told me what a friendly mother he had," he chuckled.

"Fuck me, Chuck," she begged. "That's it. I want it all, every inch of that big cock. Shove it in there. Ram it to me."

He went on ramming it into her and loved every second. He massaged her ass-cheeks as he stabbed away.

"Sock it to me," she urged him on.

He was increasing his pace now and they both knew that it wouldn't be much longer now until the moment of climax.

"Hang in there, honey," he gasped eagerly. "Keep that tail twisting. We are almost there. Orgasm time."

It wasn't only orgasm time in the bedroom it was almost orgasm time in the hall too. Joey had found himself getting stimulated watching his buddy, Chuck, slam his cock into his mother's pussy.

"Fuck it, baby," Chuck gasped again. "Fuck, fuck. Fuck it!"

She knew from the frantic way he was screwing her that it wouldn't be much longer until he juiced.

"Oh, I can't stand it," he gasped. "I'm cuming. I'm cuming, baby. I'm cuming."

The hot juice exploded out of his penis into her pussy.

"Ohh," he panted. "I'm cuming. I'm cuming!"

"So am I, lover," she informed him, as she continued grinding her hips around for his ever stabbing penis. Joey wanted to follow. Barging in he got on the bed.

"Give me a fuck too, mom," he insisted.

"Can't you wait until I take mine out?" Chuck asked him.

"I'm hotter than a bull's nuts," he said, "now let me get in there."

Chuck withdrew and young Joey climbed on the bed.

"Oh, you got it nice and slick for me," he said as he stabbed his cock up her vagina.

Now she twisted around for him. All inhibitions were gone and she was grunting and groaning and moaning in sensual fantasy.

"Oh, Joey," she panted, "it feels so good. Fuck it. Fuck it in there. Oh, yes. Yes, I want it, baby."

Now, Chuck was given the chance to discover the thrills that existed in watching one male do it and finding his pleasure in observing.

"Give it to her Joey," Chuck gasped eagerly. "Give it to her. That's it. Slam it home. Won't be much longer now. Slam it in there."

Chuck found himself getting hard and then Joey juiced.

"Oh, baby," she panted, "you made it. Right on target. Oh, honey, I love you!"

"A real mother-fucker," Chuck laughed.

That did it. Joey never wanted to hear anyone say that. He slipped his penis quickly out of her and raced for Chuck. Grabbing him he pinned him on the floor and began squeezing his fingers around his neck.

"Stop it you bastard," Joey said, overpowering him.

His mother pulled him off and it jolted her back to the awful reality of what had taken place. His air was being choked off.

"Get off him, Joey," his mother insisted.

She had to get on the floor and tear at him herself. Finally she clawed at his back until he howled in pain as the blood spattered down his back.