Chapter 6
The following week Kate Piatt paid a visit to Joey's mother. At first Joey's mother didn't know whether to invite her in or not.
"Mrs. Alexander may I come in?" Miss Piatt said, after she had introduced herself.
"Well, yes," she said.
"It's about your son," she said as she sat down. "I've been having problems with him."
"Would you like something to drink?" Pat said.
"No thank you."
"What is it?" Joey's mother finally blurted.
"Just this," Miss Piatt said, "it seems that your son isn't paying any attention to his school work. He is always horsing around and acts as if his school work doesn't count for anything. We cannot tolerate this."
"Well, I'm awfully sorry," she said.
"Then there is something more personal I have to tell you about," Kate Piatt went on.
"Well, of course."
"It's this," she said. "He came in the other day for a conference with me. Before I knew what was happening, he had his hand on my bosoms."
"Oh, no," Mrs. Alexander registered shock.
"Yes," she said, "and that's not all. He reached down to grab me."
"Where?" Mrs. Alexander asked.
"Where do you think?" she said.
"Oh, I'm sorry," she said, "of course I know what he did. He reached for your unmentionable."
"Right on," Miss Piatt said nervously, "and I can't tolerate that. That's why I've come to you. For some reason I think that he has played around with older women and I want you to do all in your power to find out who this older woman might be. I think that he needs psychiatric care."
"Because he reached for your pussy?" she asked.
Dumbfounded Kate Piatt glared at her.
"I would appreciate it if you could refer to it as my vagina."
"Pussy, vagina," Pat shrugged, "what's the difference?"
"You may have a pussy, Mrs. Alexander," Kate said disgustedly, "but I have a vagina."
"How nice for you," Pat said smugly.
"I don't appreciate your attitude," Miss Piatt said. "I could have sent your son to the principal."
"God, I hope he wouldn't grope him," she said.
"He wouldn't be groping the principal," she said, "because he would tolerate it. I think he is a nervy little character and he needs to be brought under control. Apparently you are not under good control yourself or you wouldn't use some of the words that you use. I'll have to put that all down in my report."
"Report?" Pat Alexander shrieked. "You mean you are going to report every word that I say? You mean I am being spied on?"
"Not exactly," Miss Piatt laughed, "but I do take notes of everything that's said. I'm sorry."
"Well, you don't look very sorry," she told her.
"You really don't."
"I'll be going now," Miss Piatt said. "I hope that you can see to it that your son watches where he puts his hands."
"I certainly will," she said. "I wouldn't want him putting his hands on you."
"You could take that last comment two ways," Miss Piatt said disgustedly. "I will try and take it the right way."
"Of course," Pat Alexander said with mock sincerity.
When Kate Piatt had gone, Pat became so nervous that she paced the floor.
Finally Joey came home. He saw her pacing the floor and wondered what was going on.
"What's wrong with you?" he asked her.
"Plenty," she said, "I just had a conference with Kate Piatt."
"Oh, Miss Piatt," he said. "She'd be a good piece of ass."
"Well you keep your hot hands off her," she admonished her son. "She is telling the principal what you did."
"I didn't fuck her," he said quickly.
"No," she told him, "you didn't, but it wasn't your fault. You, apparently, wanted to get into her panties and she took care of you."
"She has a mean left hook," he smiled.
"Well, Joey honey," she said, "you just can't go around school putting your hand in teachers' pussies."
"Oh, I'll try and control myself," he promised her.
"I wish you would," she said quickly. "You know mother doesn't approve."
"I know what mother--likes," he told her. "Mother--likes a good 9-incher."
"Have you got someone new in mind, honey," she smiled.
"Yes, I have," he told her. "There's this new cat who just came to school this week. He looks like a horny bastard and I think you would enjoy having sex with him."
"Well," she said, "tell me something about him."
"Sure will, mom," he told her. "He's a blonde kid with blue eyes and fair skin."
"I like blondes," she said, "go on."
"Well, he's a great track man."
"Track?" she asked.
"You know, mom," he said, "he digs running."
"That means he has a lot of pep," she said, as she licked her lips thinking about it.
"Well, honey, see if you can set something up."
"Only I'm going to tell him the truth this time," he said. "I didn't succeed with the last stud."
"What do you mean?" she said. "He ought to have been satisfied. I gave him good sex."
"It isn't that you didn't give him good sex, mom," he told her, "it's just this. He knew that you were my mother."
"Well, did you tell him?"
"No," Joey told her, "but he remembered seeing you with me once."
"Oh, that's awful," she said, "but I guess there is nothing we can do about it."
"No," he shook his head, "but you will dig this new cat."
"Yes, I will," she said, "but handle it delicately."
"I'll handle it delicately," he said. "His name is Dennis."
"What a nice name," she said. "Now you bring him home and maybe I could give you both a good time."
"Sorry, mom," he told her, "the orgy stuff doesn't appeal to me."
"Well, anyway," she said, "it's alright. I'm real anxious to meet him. When do you think you could bring him home?"
"Maybe tomorrow after school," he said.
"Well, good, darling," she said, "but I think we ought to confine our sex to Saturday night."
"Why?" Joey said.
"Well, it makes sense. I wouldn't want him late to school because he's been fucking your mother."
"Alright," he said, "I'll work it out for Saturday night. However, I can't promise anything. I can only suggest it."
"I understand, darling," she said, "and I have some nude pictures you could put in your wallet to show him. Ask him if he'd been interested."
"Alright," he said.
The next day Joey decided that he'd make a deal.
"You know Dennis," he told him, "I would really enjoy seeing you have a good time, but I don't know whether you'd be interested in what I have to offer or not."
"What are you talking about?" Dennis asked.
"Well, I know a woman who's nuts about you," he said.
"Nuts about me?" he asked, "I don't even know any chicks here."
"Well, I told this older woman who digs younger boys about you."
"How old?" he said. "I'm not interested in grandmothers."
"You don't have to worry about this swinger," Joey told him. "She's really a shapely dame and she's not real old either. She's in her early thirties."
"Beautiful," he said, "when can we get together?"
"How about next Saturday night?" he asked.
"Where?" Dennis asked.
"Over at my place," he told him.
"Won't your folks be furious?" Dennis asked curiously, not quite understanding.
"Well, I don't think so," he said. "I don't have a father and my mom won't mind."
"Oh, alright," he said, "I just don't want to get anybody uptight."
"Don't worry about that," he told him. "You will have a ball."
"Well, thanks a lot," he said, "that's great."
He came home that night and his mother was eager for information.
"How did everything go at school today, Joey?" she smiled at him.
"Beautiful, mom," he told her.
"Joey," she asked, "did you ask Dennis about Saturday night sex?"
"Yeah," he said, "as a matter-of-fact I did and he was very interested in it too."
"Good, darling," she said, "you don't know how happy you've made your mother."
"Oh, I know," he told her. "I know you dig sex."
"I can't get enough of it," she said. "Actually I've missed having sex with you too."
"We shouldn't do it anymore, mom," he begged off.
She came over to where he was sitting On the sofa and sat beside him. Putting an arm around him, she reached down and groped him.
"Mom," he said, "behave yourself."
"I can't when I see that big snake of yours."
"You've got to get a hold of yourself," he insisted.
"I'm trying," she said.
"You're trying to get my cock up," he said, "now lay off."
"Oh, don't be that way, darling," she said, "have some understanding."
"I'll try," he said, "but take your hand off my cock."
His words didn't penetrate. Her hands moved back and forth and then she slowly unzipped his pants. Reaching in she pulled out his penis.
"Well, doesn't this look nice," she smiled excitedly.
"I think so," he told her.
Then, bending over she let her hot tongue lash out over the quivering cock.
"Okay," he told her, "you can give me a quick blow job, but I can't take a long time. I've got a date tonight."
She took her mouth off his cock quickly.
"Dammit, Joey," she said angrily, "why did you have to mention it."
"So you wouldn't take all night doing it," he said.
"Alright," she said bending over.
Grasping his penis tightly in her hand she squeezed it. Reaching in she fumbled for his balls. Now her mouth moved rapidly as her head bobbed up and down over his penis.
"Oh, wow," he panted, "that's what I like. Oh, mom, you know how to do me better than anybody. Oh, yes, mom, yes. Lick it. Lick my cock. Oh, yes, I want it. That's the way to do it. Oh, ah, yes, yes, do it!"
The super sensations that were surging through him now had him trembling with passionate desire and lust.
"Keep that up," he told her. "Oh, yes, I want it. That's what I like. Do it."
The pleasure was building in momentus. Every second his body was getting more turned on.
"Eat it," he told her. "Get it. Go get it. It's loaded."
His words of encouragement excited her. When he reached out and caressed her she became more stimulated. Employing her best tongue action and nibbling gently with her teeth on the shaft, she brought him there in seconds.
"Oh, I'm cuming," he told her. "Cuming. Oh, ah, yes, yes, I can't stand it. I'm cuming!"
The hot white juice spurted into her mouth and she gobbled it.
"Oh, wow!" he panted. "That's what I like. Oh, mom!"
Sliding her mouth off him she smiled triumphantly.
"Go on to your date now Joey, and have fun."
Strangely he felt compelled to grab her and kiss her. As his lips merged with hers, her mouth opened and his tongue found its way inside of her mouth. Soon they were frenching. Now she held on tightly. She stroked his penis while she let him kiss her passionately this way.
Pulling apart, he looked at her.
"Oh, mom," he told her, "you turn me on more than any date. I don't know what's wrong with
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"There's nothing wrong, Joey," she said earnestly, "we just happen to dig each other. It's terrible when two people connect the way we do but we can't help it."
For a moment his mind was in the balances of more sex and love with her and then he swung the other way.
"No," he said, "this isn't right. People would hate me."
"Aren't you bigger than the hate?" she demanded.
"But it would be awful for you too," he warned her.
"I could endure anything for you, Joey," she said.
His eyes were blurred now as he looked at his mom.
"Forgive me, mom," he said, "I didn't mean to turn you on."
She said huskily, "It's nothing to forgive, Joey."
Joey scratched his head and then he reached down and fumbling, put his penis back into his pants. He zipped himself up and got to his feet. Looking away not daring to look back, he said quietly, "I'll catch you later, mom."
"Have fun, darling," she said.
Without another word he went out the door and closed it. She was left alone with the marvelous memories of the super sensations that he had given her with his lustful body.
As the moments went by that night she was more and more upset about what she had done. She knew that she was making it so difficult for her son that he might even feel compelled to do something drastic. This annoyed her. Finally she got to bed. She heard the door open hours later. She glanced at the nightstand clock. It was 3 o'clock in the morning. She knew this was too late for him to be up and she didn't hesitate to tell him so. Getting out of bed she went into the living room.
"Honey," she said, "what on earth are you doing up at this hour."
"I'm sorry, mom."
"Well, you should be," she said.
"Don't worry about it," he said. "I just wanted a little fun."
"Alright dear," she said, "take care."
She went back to bed and spent a troubled night in the bed and was miserable again. However, she was sure of one thing. She had made an indelible impression on him. Try as he would to forget her, he never would. Sex with her had obviously been more pleasurable than with anyone else. This fact pleased her no end.
During the day she busied herself cleaning up the house and thinking of ways to entertain the young man. She thought perhaps she would get a sex book and read up about things they could do together. This might excite him. After all he was an untamed stallion and he would require a lot of loving.
When Saturday night came, Pat Alexander was ready. She had done her homework and she had a whole bag of tricks she wanted to go through.
When she was introduced to him, her son simply smiled and said, "Meet Pat."
"Hi Pat," Dennis grinned, "you're a pretty sharp looking chick for an older one."
"Is that supposed to be a compliment?" she laughed.
"I thought so," he told her. "You know Pat, you've got a great shape. Let's get cracking."
"Just like that?" she said. "You young people are terrible these days."
"Well, we don't waste time beating around the bush."
"Well, you certainly don't," she laughed.
They went into the bedroom and she was amazed how swiftly he slid out of his clothes. However, there was one thing she wanted to do. That was to pull his shorts off and watch his huge cock jump up.
"Mind if I help you, honey?" she asked.
"No," he told her, "I'd like a little help."
She walked over to him and pulled the elastic waistband on his shorts and let it snap back.
"Now, baby," she said, "we are going to fly."
Reaching down she gripped his tool. She squeezed it and with her other hand she fingered his balls through his shorts.
"Oh, you're so nice," she said, "I can hardly wait."
"Go ahead, honey," he said.
It wasn't going to be much longer now and she knew it. She became more and more fascinated with the things they could do.
"You know I never believe in doing single things, sexually speaking," she said.
"You got a new way of sex?" he asked.
"Yes, I have, as a matter-of-fact," she said.
"What is it?" he asked.
"Well, I was reading in a book, honey, where a man and woman can oil each other's bodies down and then wrestle on the bed."
"Sure," he said, "it sounds super."
She brought the body oil over to him and poured some on her hands. Then she began massaging it all over him. She had his cock slick and a slippery slide and her hand went sliding back and forth on it. Then she rubbed it all over his ass-cheeks. Then she ran her hand between his ass-cheeks and down his legs.
"Oh, that feels wild," he told her.
"Yes, darling," she smiled, "it does. Now it's your turn. I want you to rub the oil all over my body."
"I'd love to," he assured her.
Then he poured the oil all over her. He watched her as she got more and more stimulated. Her face was turning red as the blood ran fast through her veins.
"Oh, sweetheart," he said, "we'll really slap each other when I slam it to you."
"Baby," she said, "I want you to give me the best fuck I've ever had."
"Don't worry, baby, I will."
She went over the bed well oiled and ready for a wild workout.
"Put those pillows under my ass," she said, "then I want to throw my legs over your shoulders. I want you to really slam it in there. I want to feel it all the way up."
As she looked at his giant-sized cock she could hardly wait for him to slide it in there.
"You're a wild woman," he grinned.
"Sure I am," she said, "and proud of it. Now give me that cock, every inch of it. I want it."
Her legs were thrown over his shoulders. She felt the giant sized cock slipping in to her.
"Oh, give, baby, give," she said as she threw her pelvis up. At that point the shaft slid in smoothly.
"Oh, wow," Dennis said, "this is really fucking. Oh, baby, give me your body. Fuck, baby, fuck!"
He thrust in with sudden hard jabs and with every moment she got more and more excited. "Fuck me," she begged. "Fuck me, come on.
Fuck me. That's the way to do it. Fuck it, baby, fuck. Oh, ah, yes, baby, that's what I want. Oh, do it!"
The sensations that were surging through her now had her body trembling.
"Oh, wow," she panted, "keep it going. Keep it going, baby."
The rhythm was building as the passionate play continued.
"Oh, fuck me," he told her. "Fuck, baby, fuck!"
The sensations were igniting her now to give her best ass motions.
"Keep it going baby," he panted, "yes, baby, yes. That's the way to do it. Keep it going!"
The powerful passions that were going through her now had her there. It wouldn't be much longer now and she loved it.
"Fuck it, baby," he told her, "fuck!"
She twisted her tail around and vigorously worked her vagina muscles over his shaft.
"Oh, you've got a tight pussy," he told her. "That's the way I like a woman to be. Nice and tight. None of that loose goose stuff."
"I know what you mean, honey," she said. "A woman who knows how to take care of herself can really keep a man happy."
"You've sure taken care, baby," he said, grinning down at her breasts bouncing while his cock stabbed into her.
Reaching out she let her hands slide over his slippery back.
"Let's try another position, baby," he told her. "I want to feel you on top of me."
They rolled over without missing a cock stab. Then she did the work. She looked down at him and he looked up at her.
"Bend over, baby," he told her, "I want to feel those breasts while you do the work."
She bent over and enjoyed the feel of his fingertips on her nipples as she slid up and down on his shaft.
"Oh, keep that up," he told her, "I like that. That's the way to do it. Oh, ah, yes, yes. That's what I like. Do it."
The pleasure was going to be increasing now.
"Keep that up," he told her. "Oh, ah, yes, baby, that's the way. Do it."
As the sensations built, she grabbed harder.
"Fuck it," he cried. "Fuck. Fuck it baby!"
The hot delight of what was happening reached her.
"Oh, wow," she panted, "you're really giving me the gun."
"That's it," he told her, "snap your pussy."
She loved to give him this treatment. Gripping the penis tightly in her vagina, she would alternately loosen and then grab.
"Oh, yes," he gasped, "that's wild. That's the way I want it. Fuck. Fuck, baby, fuck!"
The two of them were going at it like a couple of animals.
Rolling over they lay on their sides and he stabbed it to her. Then their hands were all over each other. Both of them could understand why the oil on their bodies increased their pleasure. As their hands ran down each other's back to the buttocks the pleasure was fantastic. Human slippery slide culminating in the glorious mountain of the buttocks.
"Fuck," he told her grasping her ass tightly. "Oh, yes, I'll jab to the left and you twist to the right."
As he stabbed his cock into her one direction, she twisted the other way.
"Oh, yes," he told her, "that's corkscrew fucking."
"It's good whatever you call it," she said. "I like it when you slam it in there, baby."
"I'm really ramming it into you tonight," Dennis admitted, "cause I'm enjoying myself."
He went on slamming it into her and then the inevitable happened.
"I'm cuming," he gasped, "I'm cuming. Get it. Get the juice, baby. That's it. Oh, yes, fuck. Fuck it, baby, fuck it!"
The white cum load spurted into her body and she twisted her hips around.
"Oh, wow," he panted, "that is too much."
The passionate pleasure that they had derived from having sex together had given them both a new lease on life. His eyes were all aglow with the delight he had felt as he juiced and she came in multiple orgasms. His cock slid in her cum.
"Oh, Dennis," she said, gripping his ass-cheeks tightly, "I love fucking you."
He smiled at her.
"Baby, I'm good for another round, are you."
"Sure, tiger," she smiled, "what do you want now?"
"Would you eat my cock?" he asked.
"Anytime," she said eagerly.
He withdrew and then he suggested a shower together.
"Oh, I'd love that," she said.
Gingerly getting off the bed she went to the shower. As the water poured over their bodies and they washed the oil off, Dennis, got a closer look at her. She was a little older but nevertheless, he recognized she still retained youthful good looks and there was no doubt about it, she had a very tight pussy. This is what pleased him as he was tired of young chicks who were loose.
"What'cha doing," he smiled, as he watched her washing his ass.
"I just want to kiss it," she said, "so I'm cleaning it first."
"Well, I'll clean you, baby," he smiled, as he slipped the soap between her buttocks and then washed her pussy.
"Baby," she said, "never tell anybody about us."
"Of course not," he said, "why would I."
"Oh, some kids get to talking," she said, "but you've got to keep it quiet."
"Well, I'd never say anything," he assured her. "I don't know what Joey's mother would think if she knew that we were using her place."
"I am Joey's mother," she said.
"You are?" he asked in shock.
"Yes, and you must keep it a secret."
"Oh, I will," he said, "and I won't tell nobody. But you've got to give me fucks every now and then."
"I'll be glad to Dennis," she said eagerly, "but it has to be kept quiet."
"I understand," he said. "I guess your husband isn't around."
She shook her head.
"No," she said, "he left Joey and me when Joey was just a kid."
"That's the breaks," Dennis said, turning off the shower.
They dried themselves off and went back to the bedroom.
"I'm pretty good at this," she said. "Now, baby, how do you want it?"
"I'd like it if I could have your head in a pillow and I could straddle fuck you. I'd like to have my ass cheeks feel your breasts while I'm sliding my cock into your mouth."
"Sounds like fun, honey," she said, as she lay back on the bed and put the pillow behind her head.
It didn't take Dennis long to straddle her and she got an idea of the erotic pleasures that he wanted when his buttocks touched her breasts.
"Ohh," he said, "do your breasts ever feel good. How did you like it when I crashed down on them."
"Easy does it, Dennis," she said, "I don't want you hurting me."
"You don't have to worry about me none," he said. "Now grab that cock and get going."
She grabbed his penis and licked the head of it.
"Oh, I like that," he told her.
Amazed at how well Dennis could do this.
"I want to get this just the right angle," he told her, "because that's when it's fun. First focus your action on the head. Then I want some of that deep throat stuff."
She laughed, "I guess you've seen that movie."
"I've heard about it and I hear it is wild."
She looked up and nodded. Then opening her mouth, she let him slip the head of the shaft in.
"Oh, yes," he panted excitedly, "that's what I want. Do it. Just like that. Oh, yes, do me!"
As his cock slid into her farther, she felt it going down her throat.
"Oh, ah, yes, yes, do me."
The pleasure was building every moment.
"Oh, baby," he panted, "that's what I want. Lick it, love it."
The sensations had him dizzy with delight.
"Do it," he told her, "do it!"
Opening a little farther and angling her head back he was able to get the head of the shaft to touch the back of her throat. The moment he felt it sliding down her throat his cock quivered with excitement and his spine tingled.
"I feel it to my toes," he told her, as she let him thrust away.
Grabbing her head, he guided himself farther.
"Oh, yes," he gasped eagerly, "that's what I want. Do it, baby, do it."
She continued letting him slam away and she liked the sweaty smell of his loins. She enjoyed the bouncing of his testicles.
"Oh," he gasped excitedly, "that's beautiful baby. Keep that going. Keep it going, baby."
The pleasure was becoming more and more intense and now he could hardly stand it.
"Oh, baby," he panted, "that's the way I like it. Do it, baby, do it!"
The super sensations that were going through him had him quaking with emotion.
"Oh, eat it," he cried passionately, "eat it. I'll cream in a minute."
She reached out and grabbed his ass-cheeks. Sliding her hand between his ass-cheeks she excited his prostate.
"Oh, now, baby," he told her, "now I'm cuming. I'm creaming. Eat the cream. Oh, yes, I'm shooting!"
His gun shot off in her mouth in a steady stream of white juice down her throat. She opened her eyes and watched him sliding the slippery shaft out of her.
"How did you like me?" he grinned.
"You were fantastic," she said, "I've never had it just like that."
"Well, I call it new style fucking. Deep throat fucking."
She looked at him and laughed.
"I love you, darling," she said quietly.
"Love?" he said, "don't talk about that. You mean you love to fuck me. You love to eat me. Isn't that it?"
"Well, what else," she laughed, as she slapped his ass.
He reached down and stroked her body all over.
"Now, how about me, honey?" she smiled.
"How about what?" Dennis asked.
"My pussy?" she demanded, "aren't you going to eat me?"
"I don't eat pussy," he told her.
"You don't eat pussy," she said angrily, "but I ate your cock."
"I know," he said, "but I don't eat pussy."
"Well, I like that," Pat Alexander shrugged.
"Well, I just never wanted to," he told her.
"That's disgusting," she said. "I do you and you won't do me. That isn't even democratic."
"Well, you never asked me in the first place if I was going to eat your pussy," he complained.
"Well, I assumed you would," she said. "I thought you kids today did everything."
"Well, almost," he said.
Then he looked at her and saw her smooth buttocks and got ideas.
"Would you like me to stick this up your ass-hole?" he asked.
"I sure would not," she said, "a thing like that could kill me. It would split me in two."
"Oh, it would not," he told her, "there's a little dame at school that I screwed in her ass-hole the other day. It was a lot of fun."
"Well, you'd better go to her for that," she said, "because I won't do a demented thing like that."
"And you'd better find someone else to eat your pussy," he said and got off the bed.
As she watched him dressing, she was annoyed.
"Won't you eat it, pretty please?" she asked.
"Not even with honey in it," he shook his head.
"Well, I can see you haven't had much of a sex education," she said. "How are you going to keep your woman happy. I've heard that half the women don't go off when a man slams his big old cock into them. They need something more imaginative like a tongue licking inside of them."
"Well you can buy one of those things but you can't get me to eat you."
"Buy what?" she asked curiously.
"They've got plastic tongues," he said, "that operate like a vibrator. They have electricity in them and you plug them in."
"Well, I don't want to die of pussy electrocution," she said, "I wouldn't trust one of those things in there."
"Well, the dames I know that use them all like them."
"Well, I'm not one of them," she said, "I have a little class."
"And you have a little ass," he chuckled, "that's why I wanted to fuck it. Come on, let me fuck it."
"Never," she said, "and as far as I'm concerned you can go to hell in a breadbasket."
"Is that a nice thing to say," he shrugged, as he slid into his trousers and put on his shirt rapidly.
"Well, you're not a very nice cat," she said. "You expect me to go down on you but you won't go down on me. I've had nicer looking young men than you go crazy over my pussy."
"Well, you'd better call one of them and get them back here to do it for you," he said, "because Dennis doesn't eat pussy."
Saying that he shrugged and walked out.
Now Pat Alexander was furious. When her son came in a few minutes later he asked her, "How did it go?"
"Disgusting," she snapped. "I ate his cock and he wouldn't eat my pussy. It wasn't a fair deal."