Chapter 5
Now that Marian and Phillip had found each other, they were inseparable. Marian Carson's father, however, always was checking to see if he came near the house. Phillip, knew enough not to go near the house. He told her, that he would have to go to a motel somewhere, as they couldn't go to his house either. His mother was so intensely nervous about him going with any other girl, that he decided he better keep it all quiet.
"Honey," he asked Marian one afternoon when they were walking home from school, "how would you like to go to a motel next Friday night?"
"Oh really, could we?"
"Yes, baby, we could, we need to be alone."
They walked hand in hand, and thought quickly about the fun that they would have.
He felt his cock stiffen, as he touched Marian's hand. It bugged him that he was only sixteen, and had such difficulty getting the sexual satisfaction that he needed so desperately.
"Honey," she asked him, "will you get one of those motels where we can have a king size bed, and do all sorts of wonderful things?"
"Yes," he told her, "we're going to get one of those king size beds. And, maybe I could rent some movies. Some dirty movies, where we could see people fucking."
"Could you do that?"
"Sure I'll do it," he told her. "I'll get some."
He wondered, however, how difficult it would be to get the pictures. Then it flashed into his mind, that his buddy, David, had some films and an 8 millimeter movie camera. He could project the films on the wall at the motel. That was really all he needed.
"Honey," she smiled, "do you think you'll really get them?"
"I know I can," he assured her.
He decided to make a detour to David's place and let her walk on alone.
"Baby, I've gotta cut out here, I've got an errand to run."
"I'll see you later lover," she told him.
Now, she was on her way. And so was he. However, there was a burning within her heart, the moment he was out of her sight. She was passionately fond of him, and could hardly let him go.
"Honey," he called back, "take care of yourself."
"Yes, Phillip, I will."
As they walked away they would call out to each other, and wave and look at each other. Funny feelings were going through Phillip, as he knew at last he found someone he deeply loved. Yet, with her father hating him, and his mother loving him, it would be difficult. Walking up to David's old house, he saw David standing there.
"Hi David," he called out, wanting to be as friendly as he knew how, so he could get a loan of his projector and his camera. If he could take his mom's car, and find a motel that would admit him, he would have it made. Of course, he would give a phony name, and a phony age, and hope the management at the motel wouldn't ask to see any I.D.
David was surprised to see him, as he hadn't seen him for quite a long time.
"Where ya been buddy?"
"Busy, real busy."
"I guess so," he replied, "I sure haven't seen you around here."
Now, he was determined to get the loan of the projector and the film.
"David," he smiled, "have you got any new pictures that I could look at?"
"Sure buddy," he told him, "it's just lucky you came when you did. My mom is gone, and dad's still at work."
"Real good," he smiled, "I can't wait to see those juicy pictures." .
Young David got the pictures from his father's bedroom, and taking the projector as well as the films upstairs, locked his own bedroom door. He threaded the reel, and told his friend Phillip, to turn out the lights. In the darkness, he flicked on the projector switch and onto the wall flashed a couple in intercourse. The woman, was straddling the man and the shot showed her from behind. Her long black hair fell down her back, and you could see her buttocks, as she started sliding down the man's rod. All you could see of the man, was a portion of his cock gliding into the woman, and his testicles hanging there.
"Look at that tiger go," David grinned, as he watched the huge sliding tool move in and out of the woman's pussy.
"Real beautiful, eh what?" he smiled.
The next shot, showed a side view of the man stretched out and the woman sliding her hips up and down, as she fucked him. It was an erotic position, all right, and with her huge hanging boobs pumping up and down as she moved, the boys were getting erections of their own.
"I've got a hard-on right now," David smiled.
"So have I," Phillip acknowledged, "but don't get horny around me."
"Don't worry," he smiled, "now, rest--look at them go."
In this picture, they were shown doing it at a different angle. The man had his legs upraised, and the woman was reaching back to grasp his buttocks, while the man reached forward to guide her hips. The camera being closer, revealed the huge round red nipples of the woman's breasts.
"Wow, what a set of knockers on that one!" he smiled.
Now, they were so excited, they both wanted to get some action.
"You know where we could find us a chick we could fuck?" David demanded.
"Yes, I do," his friend Phillip replied, "but I don't know whether I could share her with you or not."
"Why not?" he demanded, "I'd love to meet your friend."
The two boys continued looking at the pictures. The next shot, showed a man and woman kneeling on the bed. The man was kissing the woman, and grasping her behind. Now, her arms were around him and she was pulling his head toward her. It was a beautiful depiction of sexual pleasure. The next shot, showed the woman with her legs up in the air, and the man was kneeling at the side of the bed, fitting his cock in her anus.
"Look at that!" David exclaimed, "he's fucking her ass-hole."
"I know," his buddy replied, "a lot of people do it that way. It's really exciting."
For a moment, Phillip hesitated. He didn't want to introduce his buddy to her, yet he thought it might be a way of getting the film there for sure. Also, he knew his buddy had a car. That would save him from borrowing his mother's car, which would only arouse suspicion.
"Oh look at that tiger go, watch him drill her ass-hole!"
Now, they were quite excited. As they talked, they became even more stimulated, and they noticed each others pricks.
"Should we jerk off looking at the pictures?" David smiled.
"Ah no," Phillip replied, "I've got me a chick I score with."
Instantly, his buddy turned off the motion picture projector, and turned to him.
"Who?"
"Marian Carson," he smiled. "You mean you've fucked her?" his buddy asked him.
"Yes, I have," he smiled, "and she thinks she's in love with me. Isn't that crazy."
"Any dame who's in love with you would be a sap."
The two boys laughed. Then, Phillip decided he might as well tell David what he had in mind.
"I plan to fuck her at a motel, and I wanted to use your pictures. If I could have these pictures, then we really could have some fun."
The two of them exchanged glances, and then he said:
"All right, let's go!"
The decision had been made, and now they knew what they were going to do. They decided, to share their mutual interest.
"If you bring these pictures to a motel, we could both fuck her," Phillip suggested. "We'll need your car, and your pictures, and I'll get her to make it with you too."
"How do you know you will?" David demanded, "she's in love with you, why in the hell would she be fucking with me?"
"Because," Phillip replied, "she'll do anything I ask her to."
"She's in love with you."
The two boys laughed. Then, Phillip made his decision.
"Next Friday afternoon, after school, we'll drive to a motel. There's a tumbledown motel on the outside of town, and that's where we'll go. I know right where it is. I've seen them advertise those big king size beds. I think it's just a fuck house."
"It is," he chuckled, "my older brother, Herman has been there. He told me all about it. They don't look at your I.D. or anything."
"That's beautiful!" he smiled.
Now, he turned the projector back on and they looked at a shot of a woman leaning back, with the man ripping her behind, and thrusting his tool into her.
"Doesn't that look groovy?" he smiled.
Now, both boys were turned on again as the pictures kept flashing across the screen. The next shot, showed the woman on her side, and the man was thrusting his tool in from the behind angle. The woman's breasts, were everywhere in evidence, and as the boys looked at her from this angle, they thought they would flip out of their minds.
"Turn that damn projector off," Phillip demanded, "I can't stand it. All that ass, and nobody to fuck."
"All right buddy," David smiled. "However, Friday, you me and the dame."
"All right buddy," Phillip said, "I'll see to it on Friday."
When Phillip left his friend, he knew he would have a difficult time convincing his girlfriend. However, he couldn't go over to her house, or he would have the problem of her father. So, he decided to call her right away before her father got home. He went to a corner phone booth, and called her up.
"Hi there Marian," he began, "how are you baby?"
"Just fine, what's up?"
"My cock!" he laughed, "so what's new?"
"I've got a great plan for Friday," she said, "something new that we can do."
"About Friday," Phillip explained, "how about going with David?"
"Oh no," she shrieked, "I can't stand that creep. If you want to go with David, forget me."
Saying that, she hung up the phone with a resounding bang. Phillip, was undisturbed. He called her right back, and said, "Hey, baby, don't you ever hang up on me like that again."
"I'm sorry," she told him, "I really am."
Now, they made a decision, not to hang up. She listened, and when he explained, "how else can I get a car? We can also have a big surprise. He's got a dirty movie collection, that you wouldn't believe."
"Is that right?" she asked curiously. "I've never seen one of those flicks. I've heard about them, but I've never seen one. That would be fun."
"Now, do you see why I want him to go with us?"
"Yes, I'm beginning to see the light." Finally, they got the thing settled so Friday was O.K. for three at an orgy.
Phillip walked home, proud of himself and happy. However, when he got home, he was surprised to see his mother there. He thought she would be at work. Going into the house, he couldn't understand where she was. She wasn't in the living room, she wasn't in the kitchen, she wasn't in the dining room. He called out and went upstairs. No voice answered, as he walked upstairs. Then, he saw her in her bedroom, lying there naked, bleary-eyed and drinking.
"Mom," he asked her, "what the hell are you doing?"
"Thinking of you, son," she replied, "oh baby, I've been waiting for you all day."
"But mom," he told her, "you shouldn't be here all day waiting for me. This is terrible."
"I know it is," she said, "but I can't help it son. I love you so much."
"I know you do mom," he told her, "and, we've got to do something about it. We can't go on like this."
"But, baby, I love you."
"I love you too, mom."
Finally, the realization that she was so hung up on him, that she couldn't go to work, hit him. What would he do if she didn't go out and work? She was supporting him. He knew this all too well. He thought perhaps he might give her a little sex to keep her happy.
"Mom, would you like a little action?"
"Oh baby, would I ever!" she stammered.
"O.K. mom, I'll strip and let you suck me off if you want to."
"Oh baby, feed me, feed me that sperm."
Now, that he was turned on with her and he was going to get his rocks off anyway he knew how.
"Son, why don't you take a shower first?" she asked.
"All right honey," he replied, "I'll do it if you want me too."
He took off his clothes and as he stood there naked, she looked at him. He was so beautiful, and he was her own creation. This made it all the more intriguing to her.
"Baby, come over here."
"All right mom," he replied.
Phillip walked over to his mother, and she kissed his behind. She felt him there, and rested her face on his buttock.
"Hey mom," he said, "you said you wanted me to take a shower. And, I'm going to go and take my shower."
"You don't have to honey, we can just do it like this."
"No mom," he said, a bit embarrassed, and wanting to shower.
He stepped away from her, and she released him, and he went into the shower. As the water sprayed his body, it brought him to life. He felt better every moment. Then he came to life as the brisk cold water refreshed him. Stepping out of the shower, he dried off. His mother, walked naked into the bathroom, and looked at him as he dried off.
"You're really hung up on me, aren't you mom?"
"Yes, my son, I am."
They looked at each other for a tense moment. Then, she said:
"I love every part of you. I want to lick it, to love it, to suck it."
The emotions that flitted through her, were almost more than she could bear. She couldn't get enough of him. It was as if her son and his body was a drug, that excited, delighted and elated her,.
"Oh baby," she sighed, "I love you."
He went into the bedroom, and she looked at him.
"Honey," she said, "when you were a little boy, I loved you then. Not this way, no, not this way, but I did adore you. You were such a handsome little boy with wavy hair, and those flashing eyes."
"Mom, you gonna suck me or talk about when I was a little boy? I'm a big boy now, see my prick. Isn't it big?"
She looked at him and smiled, and opened her mouth.
"Yes, son, it is big, come over here, and sit in mama's face."
He walked over, and straddled her, and as he lowered his behind on her face, she thrust her tongue forward and started licking his ass-hole out.
Now, he was going to town. Faster and faster, she sucked on his behind. Her tongue was licking all around the tight anus, and then stiffening, she stabbed her tongue up there and he rode up and down on his mother's tongue. At the same time that she was rimming him, he gripped his cock with his hand and began pumping.
"Oh yes," he panted, "that's exciting, suck it, that's it mom, suck it, suck it, oh yes, suck my ass!"
Now, the excitement was building, and she thought she would flip out of her mind, as she lashed away, holding his behind in her hands and letting her tongue slip up there. Her eyes were open, and she could see his testicles hanging above her, also she got a big charge out of the way he pumped his penis, pulling his balls up with every stroke.
"Oh mom, suck it, that's it, yes, suck, suck, suck my ass out, oh yes, that's it I love it!"
His body was sweating now and she was sweating too. However, she was lost in her own sexual delusions. She loved her son, more than anyone, and she wanted to keep him forever. She would do any physical act, no matter how debasing, as long as she could tie him to her.
"Suck it, mom, baby, suck it, oh yes, suck it, oh wow!"
Finally, the passion had overpowered him to the point where he knew he had to move back, and let her lick his testicles, and lick along his prick.
"Mom," he panted, "suck my nuts too."
Pulling back, he let his mother play with his testicles. She licked along them and then slid her tongue along his cock, until she came to the head of it. Suddenly, her mouth moved over the head of his prick, and she sucked.
"Ooohhh yes, I love it, that's beautiful," he told her.
Finally, she let her mouth slide over the head of his cock, and she sucked.
"Suck it, yes, suck it, oh wow!"
He loved the way she was sucking now. Her lips were tightly encased over his sliding tool, and she was quickly moving back and forth.
"Suck it mom, suck it, yes, mom, eat it!"
She was giving him, precisely what he wanted. Suddenly, she let the cock slide down her throat. It was a fantastic moment for her, as she felt the huge tool slip down her throat.
"Oh yes, mom," he panted, "I'm throat fucking you now! Yes mama, take it all in. That's it, oh yes, suck, suck my cock off!"
Pulling his cock back farther, he let the head of it remain in her mouth, where she could lick all around the end of it.
"Oh, that's beautiful, that's it! Suck, suck, oh, do it faster, that's it, yes, suck it!"
They had a ball and they were enjoying each other immensely now.
"Suck it, oh yes, honey, suck it!"
The fantastic moment, that they had waited for, had arrived. It was something out of the ordinary, and she loved the way he shot his load into her mouth. She loved the taste of his sperm, and she couldn't stop sucking on the head of it. He reached down, and tried to pull his meat out of her mouth.
"Hey mom," he told her, "stop sucking, you've had enough."
At last she got the point, and released his rod.
He moved away from her, almost thinking of her as some predatory animal. It bothered him, that she was that way. Yet, he didn't know what to do about her.
She lay there, acting as if she had to have some action too.
"Oh Phillip," she begged him, "You're not going to leave me like this are you?"
Phillip looked at his mother, and he hardly knew what to do. He didn't want to go through with anymore sex with her, yet, he didn't jack off to leave her alone.
"Mom, will you get off my back?" he asked her.
"Off your back, hell!" she shrieked, "I've given you what you wanted, now you don't give a damn about me."
He looked at her, and as she glared at him, he got a whole new image of her. When his rocks were hot, she looked beautiful and appealing. However, after his rocks were satisfied, he didn't give a damn about her.
"Why do you stare at me like that?" his mother asked.
"Am I staring?"
"Yes, damn it, you are. You're looking at me like you hate me."
"No honey, I don't hate you," he told his mother, "but I just don't want to fuck you right now."
"Oh baby, I can tell you the greatest way to do it. Your cock is still hard. Why don't you come over here, and just sit down on the bed, and I'll show you a fantastic way to make it."
"All right, mom," he agreed.
He went over to the bed, and sat there, and spread out. As he lay there, she climbed on top of him, and he watched her sliding down his staff. It felt wonderful, to feel her moving down over his cock.
"Oh, Phillip, darling," she panted, "you'll never know how wonderful that feels to your mother."
He had a pretty good idea, however, because her eyes were ablaze with sexual excitement. And, it turned him on to see her that excited and stimulated.
"Oh baby," she panted, "I love it, keep doing it to me. Yes, that's it! Fuck it, oh yes, I want it. I want it. Yes baby, yes!"
He was giving all he had, and he wanted to drill her hot vagina, until she got satisfied good for once. Maybe, he thought to himself, if she gets a good fucking, she'll leave me alone a little while.
"How about that mom?" he blurted.
"Oh yes son," she panted, "Jab it to the right!"
As soon as he jabbed it to the right, her vagina gripped' it, and she twisted.
Next, he thrust to the left, and her muscles clamped it, and massaged it.
"Oh yes, mom," he panted, "fuck me, fuck me. Oh I've got to have it!"
Suddenly, the delightful feeling that she was producing in his cock, gave him such thrills, that he didn't want to stop. He was caught in the trap of her pussy.
"Oh baby, fuck it, fuck it like that!" he panted, as he thrust straight forward and she gripped it.
"Oh baby, I love it, yes, yes, fuck, fuck it, fuck it, oh yes fuck fuck fuck!"
Now the two of them were going out of their minds, as she fucked faster.
"Fuck it, fuck it, yes mom, fuck, fuck! fuck! That's it, mom, fuck, fuck, fuck!"
It was a fantastic ride for the two of them, and she was enjoying it.
"Oohhh mom, I'm shooting!"
"So am I son," she smiled proudly. "Yes baby, yes, fuck me, fuck me good!"
His mother was giving him the kind of fuck that he wanted. He was delighted that she was doing what she was doing for him. And, it was a magical moment for both of them.
"Play with my titties, pinch them, that's what I want!" his mother requested, as he thrust his hands forward, pinching the nipples.
"Beautiful, oh yes, that's it! That's it!"
Now, they were both juicing, and riding at the same time. His mother, was very proud of him. She had brought him up to be a very loving trusting son. But she never knew what a sexpot he could be. She was delighted, that he could catch on so quickly how to please a woman. And, she consoled her aching conscience by telling herself that she was only training him to be an expert lover when he got married. However, no amount of lying could ever change the truth. He knew, that he was doing the wrong thing. And, he wanted out. Maybe, he thought to himself, after the flash of sperm excitement was over, when I'm fucking with Marian, and getting my rocks off with a chick my age, I can get off this mom hang-up.
His mother looked at him, and a certain anger she picked up.
"What's wrong?" she asked.
"Nothing, mom," he said.
"Oh yes there is," she said, "I know there is. Something is bugging you. What is it?"
"I can't tell you mom," he insisted.
"Why not?" she demanded.
"I'm sorry, mom, I just can't tell you."
Now, she was perturbed. She knew something was bothering him. She raced over to him, and kissed him. And, when he pushed her away, her hands went like claws down his back until it bled.
"You shouldn't have done that, mom," he told her, "you shouldn't have done it!"
"I'm sorry," she said, "I am sorry."
"You should be," he told her angrily.
Now, their turmoil was raging within them. And, there was nothing to say. His back was bleeding, and he knew her rage was too much for him to take all the time.
"Won't you ever leave me alone?" he asked.
She looked at him, and she said softly, "no son, I can't leave you alone, because I love you. I love you, damn it, forgive me!"
He didn't have any forgiveness within his heart, his eyes looked at her and they were hard as steel. Suddenly, he realized she was the deterrent to his ever being happy. And, he hated her.
"Go to hell!" he told her.
She looked away sadly, and walked to the bathroom and closed the door. When she kept the door closed a long time and he didn't hear any sounds emitted from the bathroom, he wondered if she had killed herself. This bothered him, and he didn't know what to do about it. Yet, he was afraid to make a fuss. He was afraid to get involved in another argument. It was better he thought, to leave well enough alone.
"Son," she called, "come in here."
He walked in, and he found her, with her wrists bleeding.
"Dear," she said, "call the doctor quick."
He raced quickly to the telephone, and called the emergency hospital.
They told him to tie her wrists up with knotted handkerchiefs, and rush here there as quickly as possible. They had no one to send. Going back to the bathroom, he quickly knotted two handkerchiefs to keep the blood from flowing.
"Put on some clothes mom," he told her, "it's gonna hurt, but they'll take care of you."
Hastily, she got dressed, in spite of the pain and the blood that was flowing. He put on his clothes and rushed her to emergency. When the nurse saw them walking in, she looked at them sadly.
"Oh quick, right this way."
The doctor didn't ask questions, he'd seen too many cases like this. He quickly took care of her and stopped the bleeding. As she lay there resting, she looked at her boy.
"I'm so sorry I've been such a bother."
"Oh mom, don't say you're sorry. It's my fault, I'm sorry."
"I'll leave you two alone a moment," the doctor replied, as he walked out of the room.
Little did the doctor know how deeply entangled the mother and son actually were. Little did he realize how tortured and tormented they were. Yet, something within her made her shudder.
"Oh son, I did it because I love you, and I don't want to be wrecking your life. You can't go on like this, with me coming after you like that."
"Don't talk about it here, mom," he told her, "I don't want them to hear us."
"All right, dear," she said softly.
Now, they were both silent, and when the doctor stepped in he smiled, and said, "you'll be all right. You can take her home now."
They left the hospital together arm in arm, and then when he got home he tried to be kind to her. He loved her, and yet he hated her. But it was more hate for himself. For he knew that he was just as responsible for her becoming involved with him, as she was. Yet, the pain and the torture of what he had been through, was still haunting him. He knew that she had some power over him sexually. And, this troubled him. Was it because when he was stimulated and unable to find any sexual outlet, he had seen his own mother, and become stimulated with her. Had suppressed desires, when these instances had occurred, taken over and made him now a victim of his own twisted mind?
"Oh god help me!" he cried out loud.
"What is it son?" his mother asked, as she rested on the pillow.
"Nothing mom," he said. "Nothing, I'm all right."
"I feel so good now," his mother said, "and you will treat me kindly, won't you dear?"
Looking down into his mother's face, he realized why she had done what she had done. She was going to force kindness, love and consideration out of him at any cost.
"Yes mom," he replied, "I'll be kind to you."