Chapter 4
When Phillip entered his home that night, he decided he would make as little noise as possible. He didn't want to bother his mother. However, his mother did hear him.
"Phillip is that you?" she called out.
"Yes mom," he told her flatly.
He moved through the darkness until he switched on a lamp. Then, he glanced about the room. He could see a couple of glasses, empty and a bottle nearby. He knew she'd been drinking. And, it appeared she had been drinking with someone. The question was who. Now, hot jealousy flashed through him. Jealousy surfaced that he didn't even know was there. He went tearing up to her bedroom, and demanded:
"Who you been drinking with tonight?"
"Why Phillip," she said, "why are you so angry?"
"Why shouldn't I be?" he demanded. "You've probably been carrying on like some drunken old-"
Mother and son were looking at each other. The son saw his mother drunken and slurring her words. And, she saw him through lust, through love, through liquor, and then she spoke:
"Honey, why don't you go to bed?"
"Alone?" he demanded.
"Why should you be alone?"
"That's good mom," Phillip smirked, "you're so loaded you wouldn't know the difference if I fucked the hell out of you or not, would you ? "
"I'd like to have you fuck me," she smiled. "Take off all your clothes honey and let mama see you."
Phillip stood there, and he looked eager, to find out what his mother had in mind. It didn't take him long.
"Baby, what did you do tonight?"
"What's it to you mom?" he said.
"I'm curious."
"I know you are," he said.
However, he didn't pay any attention to her question. He just kept undressing. And, finally, when he was undressed, she looked at him.
"Oh baby," she smiled, "do you look good!" Motioning for him to come over to her, he walked naked to the bedside. Sitting down, she looked at his loins. His legs were suntanned, and where his shorts had been, he was white. There, nestled around his hairs, was the huge prick. It was standing straight up, and its balls were hanging below. She loved the sight of his giant sized prick. She reached out and let her mouth slip over the head of it. He reached down and guided her head.
"Don't blow me tonight mom," he smiled, "Let's try some other stuff."
"Oh yes," she agreed, "anything you want to do baby. I will do."
He got on the bed, and then he suggested as he arched his behind up, "Mom, I want you to suck my ass out for me."
"All right honey," she agreed.
As he arched, her arms went out and she gripped him. And then, she buried her face in his buttocks. Suddenly, he felt her hot tongue lashing his ass-hole. And he wiggled.
"Yes, mom, that's it, suck my ass out! That's it, suck it, suck it good!"
It was amazing how exciting it could be when his mother sucked his ass out for him. He loved it, and she loved it too. However, the most exciting thing was when her hot tongue began lashing all around it. She gripped his buttocks, with her full hand, as she brought that tongue stabbing into the ass-hole. Now, he was flipping out.
"Oh, ah, mom, suck my ass, yes, suck me, suck it, that's it baby, yes suck!"
The emotion that they were experiencing was beautiful. She was enjoying what she was getting and he was too. And as her hot tongue stabbed his ass-hole, he felt his cock hardening. She could tell from the way his ass was wiggling just how much he was enjoying it. Reaching beneath him, she played with his rod, while she sucked his ass out. He loved the double action, of her hand on his buttocks, and the mouth over his cock.
"Oh, that's it," he panted, "suck it, suck it good!"
The hot tongue, stabbed up the ass-hole and he worked it around her tongue. His meat was enjoying her hand motion. He could hardly believe his mother could do him like this, yet, he loved it.
"Oh mom, suck my ass out," he begged her, "yes mom, that's it baby, yes, suck it for me good!"
His mother understood when Phillip had reached the point where he had to have some action. Suddenly, she pulled her hot, stabbing tongue out of his ass-hole, and he flipped over.
"Honey," he asked her, "how would you like to ride my rod?"
She looked at him, eagerly, and smiled.
"Oh, Phillip," she told him, "I'd love that!"
Lying back, he let her straddle him. Then, he watched as she fitted her vagina over his rod. He reached up and began toying with her breasts, as she fucked him.
Vigorously working her muscles, around his thrusting rod, she excited him beyond belief.
"How do you like it?" his mother asked. "Doesn't it feel fantastic?"
She was attempting to give him such super sex at home, that he would never want to wander out of the playpen. And, he was thrusting the way she liked it. Harder, farther, and thus she knew he was enjoying it too.
"Oh baby, fuck me, fuck me, yes, that's it! Keep fucking me, oh baby, give it to me!" he gasped, as he rode his mother's cunt.
He continued playing with her breasts, and enjoyed every second of it.
"Oohhh, aahhh, yes mom, yes mom, give it to me! Give it to me!" He begged her.
She was glad to give him a fuck, and she enjoyed it. However, she still worried about his playing around with another woman. Her ego couldn't take it.
"Oohhh, aahhh, yes, fuck me, fuck me, oh yes, that's it mom, twist your ass around my prick!"
She ground her hips around his thrusting cock, and she enjoyed it immensely. However, she knew she couldn't keep this thrusting prick at this high point of excitation for long.
"Give it to me son," she begged him, "give it to me!"
He gave it to her, a powerful jet stream of sperm as he unloaded his balls.
"Oh mom, I'm cuming! I'm cuming!" he cried, as he came.
They both looked at each other for a moment and laughed.
"Did you enjoy it baby?"
"Oh yes," he told her, "you're really beautiful, all over!"
Bending over she brushed his chest with her breasts, and he kissed her.
Now, she slid off him, and lay beside him. As they lay there together, she asked him anxiously, "Honey, I hope you didn't get some girl in trouble tonight. You were real secretive about what you did. What did you do?"
He turned away, and didn't answer. A nervous sweat came across her body, as she tried to determine precisely what her son had been up to. However, he would never tell. The fact that he wouldn't confide in her distressed her enormously. Yet, there was no getting him to tell. Suddenly, she noticed he was still hard.
"Baby," she asked him, "do you want me to blow you?"
"Oh yes," he told her, "go down on me."
Now, she Went down on his cock. And, at the same time, he angled his body around so he could see her snatch. Now, he reached inside of her and began fingering her.
"Oh baby, why don't you eat my pussy!" she suggested.
He took her up on the suggestion, and let his tongue slide along her slit. She loved the feel of it, as his tongue lashed away. Pulling back the pussy lips, he looked inside at the moist pink lining. He decided, to lick the clitoris, and see her reaction. Her reaction was all he could hope for and more. Licking it, lashing it, he got her to where she could hardly stand it.
At the same time, she was licking his testicles, and using her hand on his cock. As she licked the testicles, she became more and more excited.
"Oh baby," she told him, "suck it, suck it, yes baby, suck!"
Now, she suggested something.
"Why don't you lie on your back honey and let me get on top?"
Now, they changed positions. She was over him, and she had her legs on both sides of his head. Now, as he used his fingers to pry her pussy lips apart, he could see her tight anus, as well as the inside lining of her vagina. What a position, he thought to himself. And suddenly, he imagined what it would be like to have Marian in this very same position. The desire, to see all of Marian, to lick all Marian, eclipsed everything in his mind. However, he did not neglect his mother. He knew what she wanted, and he let his tongue lick all around her hot vagina. She loved the feel of his tongue, and she pushed back. Soon, she was pumping up and down on his tongue, as she ate his prick. Enjoying the double sensation, Phillip quickly thrust his huge cock down her throat. She loved the feel of it, and as he drove it down her throat, he became more and more excited.
"Oh baby, that's it!" he cried, as he felt his meat being sucked.
He loved the sensation when the head of it would touch the back of her throat, and then he loved to throat fuck her, driving it way down her throat.
Now, both of them were becoming more intense in their sexual excitation. She was gripping his head, with her inner thighs, as she forced her vagina tighter down on his tongue.
"Oohhh, aahhh, yes baby, that's it! Fuck it, oh yes suck it!" he told his mom, as she ate his prick.
With a sharp and sudden thrust, he erupted. It was very exciting for him to make it at that moment. The hot juicy cum shot down the throat and she enjoyed it. At the same time, she gushed, and Phillip licked her vagina clean. Now, they knew what sixty-nine meant with each other.
She pulled her legs off her son, and smiled adoringly at him.
"Oh, Phillip, you'll never know how much it meant to have your tongue sliding up there." she smiled.
"I love to lick you, mom," he admitted, "you're real beautiful everywhere."
"Thank you son," she smiled, "and don't think for one moment that I haven't enjoyed eating you too."
Mother and son, locked in love, and not afraid to try anything. However, there was always that fear that he would leave her. He rolled over, and fell asleep. She watched him, as he slept like an innocent little baby. It bothered her no end that she was his mother. She wished, above all, that they could be no relation. Then, she could marry him. For this, was what she really wanted. How she hated to give him this kind of attention. For she knew, it would be inevitable that someday their love would cause them grief and sadness. However, the passionate pleasure of the moment surpassed the torture that raced through her mind.
"Good morning," she said the next morning, and he turned and looked at her, somewhat startled to find himself in the same bed with her.
"Mom," he said, "how did I get here."
"Why baby," she laughed, "don't you remember?"
He thought for a moment and then he remembered. He felt kind of strange, that it had had slipped him, about his coming in the night before. But he was only half awake, and he didn't blame himself for long.
She started to go down on him. But he objected.
"Oh no, mom," he told her, "we can't just go on doing this! It isn't right!"
Yet, his mother's mouth was on his rod.
He watched her mouth travel up and down his dick as she sucked.
"No mom," he protested, "don't do it anymore. We've got to stop doing this! We're related, remember? I'm your son. You're my mom. We shouldn't be making it together. Mom, stop it!"
But the more her son, Phillip, requested her to stop, the more she wanted to continue. This bugged him, as he didn't know how he could ever bring her under control.
"Stop it mom," he begged her, "stop it please!"
She didn't want to stop it, for she was enjoying herself much too much. It was indeed a strange thing, to see a mother go after her son the way that Charlotte did. Yet, when he realized what a fabulous cock suck he was getting, his 'arms went down, and he pushed her farther down over his dick.
"Oohhh, aahhh, baby, suck it, that's it! Suck it! Oh yes, baby!"
The exciting action that they were getting, was almost more than they could bear. He was pumping so hard, the bedsprings were squeaking. But that didn't make any difference to him. The only thing that mattered now, was sex, and more sex.
He ran his fingers through her hair, and noticed that she was sweating as she sucked. He watched her lips tightly clasping the cock in her mouth, and marveled at how well she could do it. He watched her cheeks suck in as she sucked his joint. And, it became more and more exciting.
"Oh, wow, that's it, suck it! Suck that cock!"
Now, he had reached that point when he knew he would have to juice. She grasped his buttocks tightly, and she sucked
"Oh mom, I'm cuming, yes mom, suck it! I'm cuming!"
As he shot a hot load of juice, down her throat, she sucked it proudly. He was happy he could deliver the juice she desired so much. And, how he loved the delivery. How he enjoyed her mouth sucking the juice out. Her hands were all over him now, as she sucked vigorously. He continued shooting a steady stream of sperm, until his ball juice gave out.
Mom, wouldn't stop sucking, so he had to tell her.
"Hey, mom," he told her, "you sucked it all out. Now stop it, damn it!"
His calling her bluff made her stop. She was sucking and she knew it. But she enjoyed sucking until it made him tickle. Pulling off his prick, she looked up at him and smiled.
"Baby," she laughed, "how was that? Did mom give you a good cock suck this morning? Isn't a cock suck a good way to wake up to have a happy day?"
He looked at her and smiled. Words were hard to come by, for he knew what he should tell her, but he didn't want to.
"Hey, mom," he said, "Let's cool it. O.K.? "
"How do you mean cool it?" She demanded evenly.
"Well, mom," he told her, "I've got to go with another girl. I can't be confined to my mom's apron strings all my life."
"But we're different," she begged him to understand, "we're not like other people. You love me, and I love you, and there's nothing wrong with it baby. Please rise up," she insisted.
He looked at her tensely and wanted to tell her the truth. Finally, he blurted it out.
"Mom," he admitted, "I found me someone else."
"What are you talking about?"
"Marian Carson," he said, "we are going together."
"Since when?" she snapped.
"Since last night," he said simply.
"We'll, that's nice. Can't trust you to go to a drive-in, well, well! I only hope you didn't knock her up, or get some dread disease."
"Thanks, mom," he told her, "that's real nice of you to talk that way. I appreciate it."
"Well," she said, "it is the truth. There isn't a reason in the world, why you should continue going with her."
He knew she was jealous, but finally he decided to tell her the truth.
"Mom, I don't want to make love to you anymore. You're not my age, you're a lot older. Why should I make love to you? Anyway, it isn't decent. You know I'd be sick and tired of people calling me the truth, the truth being you know what."
How well she knew, and how she hated the fact that she had to compete with the awful ugly image, that he felt was part of him. It annoyed her, it tortured her, but she didn't know what to do about it.
"Mom," he told her, "will you please let me go? Will you lay off?"
"I'm only concerned with your best interests," she insisted.
Rising, she got to her feet, and went over and put on a chenille robe. She glanced in the mirror, and the reflection that greeted her eyes troubled her. She recognized how tired she was. And it bothered her.
"Mom," he said, "will you please, please let me go?"
"Quit talking to me like that," she said, "you make me think I'm making you into a sex slave. And, you know that isn't the truth. You've got all the freedom you want. Now, all I ask is that you don't get some bad disease, or get a girl pregnant. There are enough unwanted people in this world, without you bringing some more in."
His mother's comments annoyed him. He always hated it when she would try to make out he was just a child and didn't know what he was doing.
"Will you lay off me mom?" he snapped.
"Why sure, son," she said, "I haven't meant to bother you. I think you know I've only tried to help you. And, you, haven't made it easy."
"I wish, we had never done it once," he told her flatly.
"We can't live in the past," she said, "this is now, and we do know each other sexually. And there's nothing that can ever change that. And you know something else," she smiled, "I loved it. I loved every second of it. I loved it because I dared do what I felt like doing, without worrying about one bit of criticism."
"It's wonderful to have the courage of your convictions," he said.
She was glad that she had done one thing that he was proud of. However, it annoyed her no end that he sometimes wanted to leave her. Yet, she thought that disappointment would be sure to follow his first love affair. And it was this frustration that she was counting on.
That moment that he would get hurt and come running back to her. Then, she would know how to accommodate him. There wouldn't be a physical act she wouldn't do. And, how she hoped that Marian Carson would refuse to do the things she loved to do.
"Why don't you ask her to suck you off?" his mother smiled.
"She already has, mom, and I've eaten her pussy too."
This stunned Charlotte, his mother. She calculated that cock sucking and pussy eating were not quite that common. How little she knew. The sexual revolution had made it next to impossible to find anyone who wasn't using their mouth for sex.
"What did she think of it?" she said, "or did you force her?"
His mother was prying, and spying with her words and questions. She was determined to find out exactly what the relation was of her son with a girl. And she would let no stone be unturned until she did find out.
"Mom, what I do with Marian Carson is none of your damn business."
"Well, I like that," she said in a huff. "I try to help you, son, and this is the thanks I get. I can never forgive you for acting this way."
She looked at him, and he looked at her, and there was an understanding that shot between them. They both were angry at each other now.
"Knock it off mom," he told her, "you know better than that."
"I don't know what you're talking about, son," she replied. "I've tried to be a good mother. How many mothers would go to such lengths to please, their sons ? "
"If you're asking me how many moms will go down and suck their son's cocks off, and ask him to eat their pussies, I don't know. I never took a statistic on that, and I don't think they're going to run a poll."
They both were becoming more and more antagonistic toward each other. And it was this antagonism that was building that caused him to worry. His stomach was churning, and he looked at her with rage. Her face registered her wonder now.
"Well, why are you looking at me like that," she demanded.
"I don't know," he replied, hiding his feelings inside. Yet, down deep he was calculating that some way, somehow, he would get her out of his life, erase her forever. He didn't want to ever be reminded of the fact that he'd had sex with his owr. mother. She was a haunting thing to him, a torturous reminder of his own stupidity. Yet, as she stroked his face gently, and used her fingers to kiss his lips pressing down, he knew, he still felt love, for her. It wouldn't be easy to decide on how to get away from mom. But, get away, he vowed he would. And, he didn't forgive her. He realized she was trying to use his youth and his immaturity to seduce him to her way of thinking, to her way of living. It burned the hell out of him, just thinking about it.
"Mom," he smiled, "what would you do if I told you I would never have sex with you again?"
"I'd die," she said, "I would baby, I would."
She turned away and sobbed. Now, Phillip felt guilty. He was making his mother cry, and he really didn't want to. He didn't hate her, he was just fearful of what her influence could do to him. She could dominate and domineer him. His life would not be his own, and his future would be one that she would guide and direct every step of the way. Therefore, as he silently looked at her, he thought and thought about ways to get away. If he could take a trip somewhere, if he could visit somebody, anything, to get away. Then, he thought of Marian Carson. He didn't want to leave her. He felt too much affection and love for her. Yet, he knew her father posed a problem. Suddenly he realized where all of his problems lay. It was her father, and his mother. Why they should be so damned particular about every move he made, and she made, he couldn't understand it. Then, a strange idea flashed through his head. Maybe Marian is making out with her dad, like
I'm making out with my mom. Wouldn't that be cozy?
She looked at him, and wondered why he was smiling as he thought about this situation. "What's so funny?"
"Oh nothing," he said, "I just laugh a lot."
"But everybody does everything with some kind of reason back of it, don't they?"
He thought for a moment, and said, "I don't know."
She looked at him, blankly, and she wondered if he-could ever really love her. She now knew that some way somehow she had to stop. He didn't want it anymore and it was embarrassing to him. Therefore, he tried to think of things that would be able to make her relax, even if he wasn't around.
"Mom," he smiled, "you've got a nice pad here. Got all you need, why do you need me too?"
Stunned, that such a question should ever surface, she looked at him and smiled.
"I don't know what you're talking about,' she said, playing it cool. "Do you feel well? Are you running a fever?"
"No, mom," he said flatly, "I'm not running anything or anywhere. But I'm just telling you the truth, we're through. We never should have started, I'm sorry, and we're through. No more sex, no way."
She reached over, and lit a cigarette for hersen, and took a deep puff of it. Glancing at her son, she said:
"Do whatever you want. I'm not going to stop you. If you want to go away and leave me, that's your business. But I'll tell you one thing for damned sure, you'll never find anyone who will sincerely love every part of you, adore every inch of you, the way I will."
Tensely, he looked at her, and said, "I never do want to hurt you. But I have already, and now, I don't know how to get out of it."
She was disturbed, that he was so uptight. She knew that she had to quit seducing him and try to control herself. But it wasn't easy for she was so passionately fond of him, all she could think of was making love to him.
"Mom," he smiled, "I love you so much."
Their arms locked and again they kissed, and the future they didn't know. Yet, he vowed he must make his move. And, she made her vow, that she must never lose her son.