Chapter 3
Now that Phillip Jenkins knew about sex, he wanted to try it out on other women. The wild time that he had with his mother, was but a prelude to his other pursuits. The next day at school, he saw a honey-haired blonde that caught his eye. Marian had always turned him on. He wanted her, and he decided that he would go right up and suggest that they go out on a date. Somehow, sex with mom had given his male ego a shot in the arm.
"Hi there Marian," he smiled as he walked over to her.
"Oh, Hi Phillip, how are you?" Marian smiled back at him.
"Just fine," he smiled, "how about next Saturday night? Would you like to go see a movie?"
"Oh maybe I would," she admitted. "What did you have in mind?"
"Any old movie," he said, "as long as it lasts a long time, and they let us park in the dark."
"Why Phillip," she laughed, "don't tell me you want to go to one of those drive-in passion pits?"
"Why not?" he said, "I think they're going to be showing a triple bill. The Bucket of Blood will be teamed with, Crimson Lovers and Torture Chamber."
"That sounds like a good combo," she replied, "but three features on a triple horror bill, how long does it last?"
"Quite a few hours," he admitted. "But, we'll have a good time."
He gave a quick glance to her breasts, and glanced down at her middle.
She noticed this, and said, "Phillip, who've you been running around with lately?"
"Why do you ask?" he asked coldly.
"Because," she said, "you're not acting like yourself. You haven't taken your hot eyes off me, since you started talking to me."
"Well isn't that the way I've always been?"
"No, Phillip," she smiled, "far from it. As a matter-of-fact, I wondered if you knew what was happening."
"Meet the new Phillip," he smiled, "now I know where it's at. And baby, you've got a lot of what it takes."
"Phillip, you flatter. And I love it."
"You know Marian," he said, "you do have the bluest eyes, and the most beautiful hair."
"Why, thank you, Phillip," she smiled.
The next Saturday afternoon, his mother was counting on sex again. She busied herself, tidying up the house, and fixing a nice dinner for her son. She made it a point to get a new dress, and some new nighties, and panties and bras. She wanted to keep herself as beautiful and appealing as she knew how. For, it was no secret to her that in reality she was competing against a generation gap. Yet, as Charlotte glanced in the mirror, she congratulated herself on looking as attractive as she did. Under her breath, she commented, "not bad!"
"Did you say something mother?" Phillip asked her, as he came down the stairs from his room. !
"No, Phillip, just talking to myself. Second childhood," she laughed.
"Mom," he said, "do I look nice?"
She turned to look at him, and he did look wonderful. He had taken a shower, brushed his hair, and was wearing a new sport shirt. She knew he had done all of this for her, and she was deeply moved.
"Oh Phillip," she smiled, "you look great, you really do son."
Phillip looked at her, and noticed she was dressed up too.
"Where are you going mom?" he asked her.
She turned and looked; at him strangely, "Nowhere, son. I'm just staying here."
"But you're all dressed up," he said, "you look like you're going out."
"Does it hurt to dress up to be with my own son?" she laughed lightly.
Suddenly, he noticed how clean and neat everything in the house was, and he smelled the food cooking in the kitchen.
"Well mom," he hedged, "you know I'm going out tonight."
"Well, son, how would I know if you didn't tell me?" she said, "you never said a word. That's why I fixed a wonderful dinner for you."
"I'm sorry mom," he replied.
"Well, Phillip, if you're going out with a boyfriend of yours or something, bring him over."
"I'm going out mom," Phillip replied, "but not with a boyfriend. A girlfriend."
"A girlfriend?" she said, as her lower lip quivered.
"Yes mom," he said, "I'm going out with Marian. You know her, Marian Carson."
"Oh," his mother said, and her voice went quiet.
He looked at his mother, and instantly saw the vague 'look that swept through her eyes. The hurt, the pained look, and he felt guilty and swallowed.
"I guess I should have told you earlier, mom.
I'm sorry. Thanks for fixing that good food. But, I'll have to have it later."
She still didn't answer. She stood there, numb. Finally, the reality hit her.
"Well, son, I'm happy you have a date. That's wonderful. Marian Carson is a lovely girl. I'm sure you'll have a good time. Where are you going?"
Now Phillip was beside himself. He knew that the moment that he mentioned the drive-in, she would realize why he was going there. And it hurt him. He hated to taunt her, and tease her. He loved her, but he couldn't go on loving her sexually. He had made his mind up after their big affair, that it should come to an end. That would be the only way out. Dirty names, applied to himself, tortured him, and he vowed there would be no more reason to apply the name mother fucker to him. Sure, he was glad his mom had taught him where sex was at, but now that he knew, he had to go out and try his own wings, away from the nest.
"I guess we'll take in a movie," he told her finally.
"Where?" she said suddenly.
"At a passion pit," he said, "drive-in to you."
"I see," his mother replied, "have fun."
"Don't worry, mom, I will." he said.
Now, Phillip's temper was rising. He was becoming disgusted with his mother's insistence that he reveal to her the details of his plans. He didn't want her to bug him, for he wanted his own privacy. He wanted to be his own man, and do his own thing. And, he wanted to blot out of his mind every second that they had sex together. And he vowed, at that moment, he would.
She turned away, and went to the kitchen, and he called after her, "See you later, mom."
"All right honey," she returned. However, she was crushed, and as she stood over the stove, the tears trickled down her cheeks. She turned off the gas jets, and went back to the living room sofa and lay there sobbing.
Phillip, in the meantime, was having a ball. He went over to Marian Carson's house, and picked her up.
"How are you tonight?" he asked Marian.
"Just fine," she replied, "and I can't wait to see that tremendous triple bill. I hope, first, you're going to take me out to have something to eat. It's early, and I'm hungry."
"So am I," Phillip told her, "I didn't eat dinner tonight. Where would you like to go?"
"Oh, anywhere," she replied, "how about the Colonel's?"
"I'd rather have hamburgers."
So, they went to a hamburger place, and with some malts, had a quick dinner. Then, they hurried off to the drive-in movie to catch the triple-horror bill. Phillip deliberately parked at the back of the drive-in so he could have a little privacy, for his girlfriend.
"You should have brought along binoculars," she said, "You. sure have parked far enough away."
"Well," Phillip smiled, "you won't be looking at the screen much, baby, because we'll be looking at each other, and loving each other."
"Phillip," she said, "don't think because you've gotten me a hamburger and taken me to a show, that you can rape me."
"Rape?" he said innocently, "who mentioned rape? I didn't. But how about some love?"
"Love means different things to different people," Marian Carson replied. "For example, I would love to get out of this right now. And I don't think that's the kind of love you had in mind, is it?"
Now, Phillip looked at Marian Carson in a new light. He thought she was not only being difficult, but impossible.
"Honey," he said, still not wanting to give up, "I've never seen such beautiful breasts. You should have won prizes with those knockers. Just let me feel them, so I can enjoy them too, intimately."
He reached over as she tried to continue her observation of the film. Working his hands around her breasts, he finally slid his hand under her sweater. Feeling her breasts, he became more and more excited. Now, he was almost flipping out. His fingertips felt the nipples. Next, he reached down to her vagina. He let his fingers wander over her mound. As he felt of her venus mound, he felt moisture.
"Oh," she said, "can't I watch a movie in peace?"
"Go ahead and watch it and give me a piece," he said.
"If you were going to do all this, you should have taken me to something better than that hamburger joint."
"Oh, don't play the whore roll. I don't like it."
"Whore?" she said, "who's getting paid for it? Don't think that hamburger was payment for this."
"Do you have to put everything in a material way?"
"Where you're concerned, obviously yes."
They exchanged glances for a tense moment, and then he suddenly got the urge to go down on her. He went down, and pulled her skirt up and pulling her panties down got his face buried there. She flipped out. She loved the feel of his tongue, as it licked along her slit. Suddenly, he stabbed her there. She loved the tongue lashing against her clitoris, and wiggled back to meet his tongue jabbing thrusts.
"Oh wow!" she gasped, as she enjoyed his action. "Oh baby, that's beautiful, keep it up, keep it up, yes baby, yes!"
Now, the excitement was building more and more, and she thought she would flip out. She had boys make passes, feel her, but never had she had one eat her. This was what turned her on.
"Oohhh, eat me, eat me, yes, oh yes, Phillip, eat my pussy!"
Now she was begging him, and this is what he wanted her to do.
His hot tongue whipped around inside of her, and he continued lashing the velvety walls of her vagina, until he got so excited himself he had to reach down and play with his prick. Pulling on his cock, he became extremely excited. His hot tongue could stab her vagina and his hand could pump his meat.
"Oh keep that up," she begged, "keep it up, I love it! That's it, keep it up!"
The action he was sustaining with one hand pumping and his tongue jabbing was something else. She enjoyed it, and so did he. Now, she was juicing. His tongue whipped around, and he gobbled her stuff.
"Eat me," Marian begged, "eat my pussy! Eat it!"
She didn't have to worry, nothing would have pulled him away, he was enjoying it that much. She was wrapping her arms about him and hugging him tighter.
"Oh, Phillip, I love it, I love it!"
When Phillip pulled his mouth off her, he pulled back to reveal his own throbbing male member. Suddenly, it dawned on her what he expected as pay.
"Now, it's your turn."
"My turn for what?"
"Baby, it's your turn to go down on me and lick my joy stick."
"Oh, I don't want to."
"Why not?" he demanded.
Marian tried to make up excuses, but the real truth of the matter was she thought it was a dirty thing to do. Instead, of telling him that, she continued looking at the screen, pretending she was interested in the movie.
"Isn't that an exciting movie?" she said, "see that man with the bucket, he's the one who's going to get a bucket of blood. I know that, I know these movies real well."
"Well, you're the only person in the place that does."
"What are you talking about?" she demanded, as she went on focusing her attention on the screen.
"Most people come here to get their rocks off honey," he said, "and I wish you'd quit riveting, your eyes on the screen and glance down at my prick."
She took a quick glance at his cock, and then her eyes swept back to the screen.
"Well, what am I supposed to do about it?" she demanded huskily.
"You're supposed to pull it and then suck it."
"Oh, Phillip, I can't suck on that thing."
"Fine, thanks," Phillip said disgustedly, "I ate your snatch, and you don't want to eat my dong. That's nice."
To prove that wasn't it, she reached out and gripped his rock-hard cock. She slowly felt it, and pulled it up and down, and then she let her mouth travel to the head of it, and her tongue flicked out as she licked.
"Oh baby," he begged, "that's it, lick the head of it. Oh yes, please, lick it!"
She licked it slowly and he loved it. Then, she felt his hand on her neck. Phillip was pressing down.
Suddenly, she felt her mouth thrusting over his prick, and he was driving it out.
"Oh Marian baby," he said, "have you ever got a hot mouth! Oh, baby, that's it, suck, suck my dick!"
Marian sucked vigorously, and the action was making her flip out.
"Baby, have I got a load for you," he told her, "oh yes honey, suck it, that's it, suck that prick!"
His girlfriend was surprised what a huge, throbbing cock her young lover possessed. And, she was delighted. Actually, she had come to the passion pit before, and done a little cock sucking. But, she'd never been able to get a guy to suck her pussy. Now, she had, and she wanted to get even by not eating his dong.
However, with the way Phillip was insisting that she do it, there was no alternative. She had to eat his prick.
He stroked her head, as she sucked his prick. His fingers ran through her hair and he told her:
"Oh baby, that's what I like, let me drive it down your throat. Oh yes, can you feel it touch the back of your throat? Yes; yes, you want that, you want that prick, yes you do!"
Now, he was driving it down her throat, and she gripped his naked buttocks. She liked the feel of his firm round behind, and enjoyed the enthusiasm he was putting into each and every thrust. Her hands slapped his buttocks, and she sucked vigorously, hoping to get a nice juicy load of it.
"Oh baby," he told her, "you're going to get a big juicy mouthful in a minute.
He didn't disappoint her, and soon he shot a big load of cum, and it hurtled down her throat.
Their excitement had been something else, and once she tasted the sperm she knew she was hooked. She wanted to suck it off again and get a nice juicy mouthful of it. She loved him, and she didn't see any reason why she couldn't have sex with him all the time. Now, he was pleased. He pulled her back up to his lips and crushed his mouth against her face. Once, he realized, how wonderful it could be to get a young chick to go down on him, and go down and eat her pussy out, he was all the more turned on with the idea of having sex. It was a moment of intrigue, and surprise.
"Oh wow!" he panted, "you are a wow baby, and I sure enjoyed having your mouth going down on me."
"Oh, Phillip," she said, "I'm glad you enjoyed it. I really am."
Now, Phillip knew he could make it with a young chick, and he wasn't eager to return home. For he feared his mother would want more sex. Having made it with this young girl, he couldn't wait to try out all sorts of positions in his own house on his own bed. However, he knew this would probably be a very difficult thing and he wondered exactly how he could get mom out of the house so he could have her.
"You know baby," he smiled, "I wish I could get you bare-ass naked on a bed, and do everything to you that I've always thought of doing to a beautiful girl like you."
"I'm sorry, honey," she said, "but I don't know where we could go. There isn't any place for you to go when you're only sixteen."
"I know," Phillip replied, "it seems Marian, baby, that life is stacked against a sixteen-year old. When a man is sixteen, like I am, he's the horniest he ever is. I read it in a sex book. And, where can get his rocks off?"
"My mom and dad, don't want me to do it with anybody."
"They're living in the dark ages," he told Marian. "They ought to be realistic. I sure wish that they would wise up."
The two of them, exchanged glances and then he understood precisely what she was talking about. She was telling him, her folks would kill him if they ever caught him with her. This sent a chill through his heart, and he decided that if they did it any place, it would have to be at his own house. Maybe, when mom was gone sometime, he could get involved.
"You know baby," he smiled, "I think we can make it at my place. My mom goes to see her sister a lot. And I'll catch on to when she plans to go and let you know. Then, we can make it."
"Do you think you really can?" she asked him.
"I don't see why we can't," he smiled.
Now, she felt relieved. She had worried a lot about the chance that she would have to be alone with him. She wanted to look him all over, with a light, because she had never seen a naked boy before. She wanted to do all sorts of things to him, and let her erotic imagination wander. However, it was being made extremely difficult for her, by the fact her parents would be so uptight if they ever knew. And, this thought haunted her, and troubled her tremendously. However, she had made up her mind that she was going to have him, one way or the other and, in privacy.
"Oh baby," she smiled, "I love you. You know that, don't you?"
"You bet I do," he told her.
Then he let her rest her head on his shoulder, as they both watched the horror movie. The violence sickened them both. They weren't in the mood for this sort of thing, as they had been too busy enjoying life. However, as the shuddery motion picture continued, she pressed her body closer, and closer to him. And, he held her warmly in his arms.
"Honey," he smiled, "you know I think a lot of you, but whatever you do, don't tell anybody about us tonight."
"No honey, I won't," she replied.
"Could you pump it for me?" he asked her.
Finally, he was becoming hard again.
"All right, I'll do it for you. I know how to do it."
Now, he wondered why she had said this. He turned and asked her:
"Who told you how to pump a pecker?"
"My brother," she giggled. "When he was a little boy, and used to get a hard on, I would pump it for him."
"Did he ever make you go down on it?"
"Oh no," she laughed, "he would never think of that. He had very little imagination. All he knew was that his cock would get hard, and he wanted to get it jerked off. So, I would pull it for him."
Now, the two of them laughed together. They realized that sex could be fun, and it could be dangerous too. Dangerous if either of their parents ever found out. And, Phillip realized how dangerous it could be, especially if his mother knew what was going on.
"Oh, Phillip," she said, "do you want me to jerk it as fast as I know how?"
"Yes, I wish you would."
Phillip went to work, and gripped her hand tightly squeezing it around his cock, so that she could pump quickly for him.
"Oh baby," he told her, "that's they way to do it. Yes, baby, do it! Do it for me!"
Now, faster and faster, the rod was pumped. She became more and more excited every moment. It was a real turn-on.
"Oh baby, pull that prick! Pull it for me!"
They both were thrilled now, as she watched the cock become harder and harder and moisture ooze from the head of it. It's swollen redness excited her, and she wanted to let her tongue slash out and lick it off.
"Faster baby, faster!" he ordered her.
She hated to do it, yet, she thought she should. She knew it was an essential thing for a man to get his rocks off, and even though momentarily she disliked it. she would fluctuate liking it one moment, disliking it the other.
"Oh yes keep it up baby, faster, yes, that's it, Oh yes, fuck it, fuck it, oh yes baby, fuck! Fuck! That's it, oh wow!"
Suddenly he exploded in her hand and the hot cum flashed all over her hand. As the sticky juice was dripping on her hand, she looked up at him and smiled.
"Did I do it O.K. for you?"
"You bet you did honey," he said, patting her, as he put his rod back in his pants.
She wanted him to kiss her, but this didn't dawn on him.
"Do you ever kiss a girl you make it with?" she asked him.
"Oh baby, I'm sorry," he said, wrapping his arm about her.
They embraced and kissed. In that moment of kissing, he felt a closeness to her that he never felt to anyone else. He knew he felt a great passion for her, and yet it didn't seem like love. Somehow, strangely, he felt as if he was more in love with mom than her. This bothered him. He was learning one thing, that a mother fucker can be a state of mind, as well as literal. This, annoyed him. No amount of making out with any girl, could ever change that fact, he feared. Yet, he was trying, and this made him feel a little less edgy.
He backed out of the driveway and went home, hoping he could find himself. However, it was very difficult for him to ever understand all of the emotions that were going through him. Nervously he looked at the highway as he drove toward home. She looked at him and asked, "What are you thinking about?"
"A lot of things," he told her.
"What exactly?"
"I can't tell you," he said his forehead wrinkling, his face sweating.
Marian knew something was wrong. Yet, she couldn't put her finger on it. Her curiosity was bugging her.
"Why can't you tell me?"
"I just can't."
She knew something was terribly troubling him. Yet, she didn't want to press further. Their love making had been beautiful, and it led to mutual fulfillment. However, there was something dark that she couldn't catch on to. She hoped a flash of light would streak through the darkness that surrounded them both, as he stopped in front of her house.
"Phillip," she said, "kiss me goodnight."
He looked at her, and then putting his arms around her, drew her close to him. Pressing his lips against hers, she opened her mouth. His tongue slipped inside her mouth and soon he was tongue fucking her face, almost as if it was his prick. She loved the slippery feel of his tongue, as it slid across her tongue. Together they were enjoying themselves. And then, she reached down to feel his cock again. But he took her hand away. They had had enough tonight, and he didn't want to have any more. He loved the feel of her young breasts, and he imagined what they would look like if he could see them under the light. She knew this, sensing it instinctively and she pressed her breasts against him.
"I love you," she said, "I really do, baby."
Now the two of them were finding out how much they meant to each other. It was a beautiful moment, and as he kissed her passionately, her father was watching. He was standing on the doorstep, looking. He had seen the car drive up and he wanted to see what was happening.
"Marian," he called out, "Marian, come on in here."
Marian didn't hear him. She was so lost in her lust for her young lover, that she couldn't hear anything. Being light years away, didn't make it easier for her father. He came out to the car and tapped on the window.
Quickly, he pulled away from her and he looked at her, "Marian, your dad is here."
"Oh Phillip, what will I say? He'll be mad as hops."
"Don't you worry about him," Phillip told her, "we've got a right to make love, and don't you ever forget that."
Now, she turned, and rolled down the window.
"What's up dad?" she said icily.
"You know, go in the house and I'll take care of him."
"What do you want to talk about?" Phillip said evenly.
Now, under the spell of her father's domination, Marian got out of the car. She moved silently toward the house, glancing back once or twice. She knew her father would give him a real tongue lashing.
"Well, nice thing, carrying on like this right in front of the house. God only knows what you did over at the movie tonight. But I've got a pretty good idea, I'll tell you that. And, Phillip, I'd appreciate it if you didn't try dating her again. Do you understand?"
"What's eating you dad?" Phillip asked acidly.
"Don't you talk that way to me," he said angrily.
"Look, I'm sixteen, and so is Marian. We've got a right to do what we want to. And without you stopping us. Do you understand?"
Marian's father looked at him menacingly. He wanted to sock him, but, turning to the house, he only shook his head.
"You're lucky, mighty lucky, I don't fight you. But I'll let you go son, because I don't think you know what real trouble is. You don't have a dad, to guide you. Well, I'm telling you right now, you stay away from that girl, do you understand?"
Phillip didn't answer. Even though her father had his elbows leaning on the side of the door where she had been sitting, he gunned the engine and drove off. Her father almost lost his balance. He screamed after the boy, "Go to hell!" and shaking his fist at him, he glared.
Now, Phillip headed home.