Chapter 8
Now, Charlotte was going to make her pitch for her son. She wanted in the worst way to feel his lips on her lips, to feel his cock sliding up her vagina, and have him give her all the love that she felt that she needed from him.
"Baby, isn't it wonderful to have the week all over?" she asked him.
"You bet it is, mom," he assured her.
"Honey," she smiled, "would you like to go to bed with me?"
Phillip looked at his mother, and he felt only contempt and rage. Yet, he concealed it carefully. If he was going to go through with what he had in mind, he would have to play the act. One more time, he thought. One more time you'll use your son. But, mom, it'll be the last time, I'll see to that.
"Yes," he chuckled, "it would be fun to go
A to bed. I sure could use a good fuck."
She looked startled, because Phillip usually didn't talk that openly about their relationship. Yet, the way that he was talking now, she knew he must be very hot. This excited her immensely.
"Oh honey," she said, "I guess you're ready for it."
"Yes mom," he smiled, "I can't wait."
He was eager to get it over with, and give her a fucking she would not soon forget.
"Oh baby, Jet's get in there and have a good screw."
They went upstairs together, and she slowly took off her clothes.
"Honey," she smiled, "I've got an idea."
"What's the idea?"
She went to the closet and brought out a pair of white boots.
"Why are you getting those things out?"
"Because," she smiled, "I think it might be more exciting if I wore white boots when you were fucking me."
"Where did you get that idea?" he demanded, unable to grasp what she was doing it for.
"Don't you think that's a nice idea?"
"No mom," he said, "I think it's a nutty idea."
She was a bit hurt, with the way he was talking to her. Yet, she was undeterred. "I read in a book, that it's real sexy when a woman takes off everything, except her boots. Then, the man is supposed to fuck her with her boots on."
"That's sure a funny thing," he laughed, "I never heard of anything like that."
"There are lots of things you've never heard of," she said, "and I mean to teach you some of them tonight son."
Now his curiosity was aroused. He knew his mother was making desperate pitches to hold his attention. And he wondered exactly what she would pull. He didn't have long to find out, because she quickly went to town. She slowly took off everything, and then, with only her white boots on she moved toward him. She did look a bit tempting, and then he noticed something different.
"Do you notice something new about your mother?" she grinned.
"What's new mom?"
"Son, look down there."
His eyes focused on her vagina. The hair was gone.
"What did you do with your pussy hair?"
"What difference does it make?" she smiled, "it's all gone, that's what's important. Shaved it off myself this afternoon. I think a shaved box is a little more sexy, how about you?"
"I never thought about it."
"And, what's more son," she smiled, "I've got something real special prepared for you."
She hurried out of the room, and he watched her ass wiggle as she walked away. She went downstairs, and brought back two or three things in her hands. Coming back up stairs she had the whipped cream container in one hand, a honey container in another, and a jar of cherries.
Phillip looked at his mother curiously and asked:
"Mom, what in hell are you up to now."
"Oh son," she smiled, "just wait until you see me."
She got up on the bed, and quickly pushed the nozzle on the whipped cream container. Suddenly, each breast was white with whipped cream, and then dipping with her fingers into the cherry container, she put a red cherry in the center of each whipped cream breast.
"How do I look?" she smiled.
As Phillip looked at his mother lying on the bed with her white boots on and both breasts covered with white whipped cream, topped with red cherries, he thought she looked absurd.
"Do I look good enough to eat?" she giggled.
All at once, Phillip knew she was flipping out. This bothered him. Yet, he didn't know what to do about it.
"Mom," he smiled, "why don't you knock it off?"
"Son," she said, "watch your mother now."
She was paying very little attention to anything he had to say. She slid the nozzle of the honey container into her slit, and squeezed. Soon, the honey was filling her vagina. He looked at it, and caught on to what she wanted.
"You want me to eat, that's it!" he smiled. "All right mom," he said, "I'll lick the whipped cream off, eat those red cherries, and suck your sweet honey pussy."
"You see baby, we could have a lot of fun together if we use a little imagination and, you can eat your dessert at the same time you're getting your suck."
"You're very inventive mom, aren't you?" he smiled.
"Well," she giggled, "I know a lot about sex. I really do son."
"That, mom, is the understatement of the year."
First, Phillip began licking away at her breasts, the whipped cream tasted delicious to him and then he let his mouth go down over the red cherries. He nibbled on the red cherries and then let his mouth sweep down to her honey vagina. Suddenly, his tongue stabbed her vagina, and he was going to town.
"Oh, eat mama's pussy, oh yes, doesn't that honey taste good? Go in there baby, get it, fix yourself something inside of me."
His hot tongue lashed away inside of her, and he hoped he could bring her to her climax as he wanted to suck the honey and the juices, sticking together at the same time.
"Eat my pussy, baby, eat it, oh yes, eat mama's pussy," she cried, "yes honey, I love it! oh my beautiful boy, my sucking son, I love you, I love you, especially when you're eating my snatch."
He continued eating his mother's snatch and he enjoyed her. She was delighted, that he was so excited, going to town. His hands were working on her buttocks, and then he reached up to play with her tits. She was panting, and moaning and writhing about, so he had to hold her down.
"Oh mom," he panted, "you're too much!"
"You haven't finished sucking me down there son," she told him.
He went back to sucking on her vagina, and did an excellent job of it. It didn't take long for her to juice, and he lapped her juices up. His hot tongue lashing, licking, finishing her off.
She was delighted with the way that her son knew how to utilize his tongue to excite her there. However, she had so many things that she wanted to teach him about sex, she could hardly get it off her mind.
"Well, mom," he smiled, "how did you enjoy that?"
"Oh son," she told him frankly, "I loved it.
You were just beautiful. You knew just how to suck mama's pussy. You really did."
This moment had brought them tremendous pleasure, and excitement. It was something out of this world.
"Oh wow!" he panted, "I really loved that."
She was so flipped out now, that she'd gotten this far, she was getting many other ideas.
She went to the closet, and came out with something strange. He looked at it and thought he had seen it right the first time, but could hardly believe his eyes. There, he saw a huge plastic penis.
"What is that?" he demanded.
"That, love, is a prick, made of plastic."
"A plastic prick," he said nervously, "mom, are you flipping out? What are you doing around this house with plastic penises?"
"Son," she smiled, "you have no idea how much fun a woman and a man can have with a plastic cock."
"What do I want with a plastic prick?"
"Well," she smiled, "it would feel fantastic sliding up your ass-hole, if you'd ever let your mom do it to you."
"Oh mom, you think of everything. You really do. Do I have to do that too?"
"Oh yes son," she insisted, "I feel the need of it bad."
Now, he was getting ready for the action. He really didn't want to do what she wanted him to do. But, she insisted.
"Oh son," she smiled, "you can't imagine how much fun it is to get your ass fucked. You really can't love. I'll show you how we do it. First, you throw your legs up in the air, and let them go over my shoulders. Then, I grasp that cock and slide it into your ass-hole. And, I've got a big surprise once we get that one done."
"Don't tell me anymore now, mom," he told her quite frankly, "I really don't think I could take it. This is about all I can stand, the thought of that giant sized prick sliding up my ass-hole, is no simple thing."
"Oh dear, you're going to love it," she panted, "I know you will."
The idea now before her, was almost more than she could stand. She was so intrigued and excited, at the thought of getting to have her son, the way she wanted him, that she kept guiding him. Slapping his buttocks playfully, she said:
"The ass is a very exciting place. You never know until you get fucked up it."
"Well, I've been fucked up my ass ever since I was your son," he said.
"Why son," she said, "how could you say such a thing. I've tried to supply you with a good wholesome home, and a good environment. I really feel terrible that you would ever talk to me like that. But, dear, I forgive you. I don't think you know what you're saying."
"Mom," he told her, "you'd be surprised at what I know. I know plenty about what I'm saying. And don't think I don't."
"But, darling," she said nervously now, "I want you to listen to me baby. Please do dear, please listen to your mother."
"Mom," he said, "tell me what position to get in. If you want to fuck my ass-hole with that damned plastic pecker, do it, damn it, and get it over with."
"Oh don't act like that about it, son," she said with a smile, "this is love. It really is."
She strapped on the dildo, and then greased the plastic prick.
"Now, dear, just get on the bed on your back, and throw your legs over mother's shoulders."
She was saying it as simple as giving any other ordinary instruction. She had indeed flipped out. He only hoped that she wasn't telling other people about what she was doing. If she was, he was sure, the men in white coats would be around any moment now.
"That's it," she smiled, "that's my boy! Now, lover, throw those legs way up, and let me get in there with my dildo."
"O.K., " he said, "is this the right position?"
He was lying on the bed with both legs up, and his ass exposed.
She took a look at him, naked there, and said:
"Well, I just think this is fantastic. Now, wait until I slide that prick up your ass-hole, and you're going to get a sensation you've never had before."
"I hope it's a good sensation," he told her.
Throwing the legs up in the air, she became prepared for the fuck. Then, the tool slid up his ass-hole, and he loved it. His mother thrust the dildo in and out of his hot, tight, twisting butt.
"Oh mom," he panted, "fuck it, yes, mom, fuck me! Oh I love that!"
His mother thrust the tool in and out of her son's tight ass-hole and he pitched back to meet her dildo thrusts.
"Oh baby, now you're going to town," he told her, "I can feel that in my balls, and my cock is getting hard."
"Oh son," she cried, "I knew you'd love it. Now, baby bend over, so we can do it here better."
As he bent his body over, and she thrust her dildo up his ass-hole, he suddenly saw what mom had in mind. She was going to suck his meat while she fucked his ass-hole. It was a real gymnast contortion, and she wondered if he ever would make it. However, when he caught on what she was trying to do, he did manage to bend over enough, so he could slip the head of his cock into her mouth, and let her suck on it.
"Oh baby," she panted, "that's beautiful! Suck me! yes, honey, suck me!"
Her mouth traveled fast now, as she sucked.
"Oh baby, suck it, that's it, suck it!"
Faster and faster his mouth traveled as he sucked. It was an exciting moment for them, and he could hardly stand it.
"Oh, ah, yes, that's it, oohhh suck my prick mom, suck it, go after the juice baby, suck it, oh yes, suck my prick, that's it!"
As he watched in the mirror, he was amazed at what a fantastic sight it was. She was thrusting the dildo up his ass-hole, and sucking his cock at the same time. It was an exciting moment for them, and he was flipping out.
"Oh mom, suck me, suck me, yes, suck it off, that's what I like!"
Her hot mouth slid up and down his rod, as her dildo drove up his ass-hole. She was going to all of these lengths to give him an erotic trip, that no single girl could ever surpass. And, he was going to great lengths, to get away from her. Yet, when he saw what thrills her body could provide, he wondered if he should do anything to get rid of her or not.
"Oh, fuck it mom, fuck it, I love it when you slide that tool up my butt, fuck, suck!"
She was sucking, and she was fucking, and he was more and more intensely excited. The magical moments that they were experiencing now, weren't anything like she had ever had before.
"Yes, baby, suck it, oh yes!"
Suddenly, the hot cock exploded in her mouth, and she sucked his juices as she fucked his butt.
"Oohhh, wow, that's what I like! Keep doing it, mom, fuck it, oh yes, fuck it!" he begged her.
She continued her hot sliding thrusting and her smooth mouth sucking, and her son was going out of his gourd. He hated her, he loved her, he was getting fucked and sucked. His mind was a turmoil of chaos and indecision, because he didn't know what to do when he enjoyed her this much.
"Oh mom, that's beautiful, I never could get such a charge out of getting my ass fucked like this," he told her, and she was delighted, and went on sucking his prick, feeling that she had him held next to her forever.
"Suck that prick, suck it, oh yes, suck that prick!" he cried, "Oh yes, eat it, eat that dick!" he panted.
More and more, he enjoyed the action he was getting. However, he didn't know how much longer it could last. It was almost more than he could stand now, as the hot juice exploded and she ate him. Gladly, proudly, she sucked her son's cock. He was giving her everything that she wanted. And, he was delighted, that his balls were giving out all that juice. She went to work, licking it slowly, conscientiously, and then with teasing strokes. It was overflowing with desire, and he was ready to shoot again. Her tongue began to engulf all of his prick in torrid back and forth movements.
"Oh mom, what a suck," he panted.
Every once in awhile she would let her tongue drop from his fuck stick down to his balls which she would suck briefly. Then, she would return to his prick. Between the two sensations he was ready to explode. His ass began flipping back and forth on the dildo to meet her every movement as he drew closer to climax. He ran his fingers through her hair, just as he had before, and finally he shot a big load.
"Oh good mom," he panted, "you're really something, you've got a hot mouth, to end all hot mouths."
She slowed down a little, and then she pulled her mouth off it. Now, he relaxed, and lay back, and she slfd the dildo out of his ass-hole.
"Did you enjoy that son?" his mother asked him.
"You bet I did," he smiled at her. "Where do you learn how to do all of these things?"
"Well," she said, "I've made a study of sex. I think it's very important to enjoy the body every way we know how. And son, when I love you so much, it's easy to give you the fucks you need. I hope you don't hate me, just because I'm your mother, and I'm trying to teach you a few things about sex."
"Oh mom," he told her, "No. You know so much, and you do it so nicely, I don't blame you one bit. As a matter-of-fact, how would it be if I strapped the dildo on and gave you a double fuck?"
"A double fuck?" his mom asked, puzzled, "that's one I haven't heard of, son."
"Well, mom," he told her, "you're hearing now. You see, I've got just one cock. That's too bad, but I could make it two for you. All I have to do is strap on the dildo, and shove my cock up your cunt and use the dildo on your ass-hole too."
"Oh son," she panted, "you're a genius. You really are, darling, oh do it to me."
With her excitement surging, he took the dildo off her, and strapped it on himself. Then, he went to town. How she loved it, as he thrust his cock inside of her.
"Fuck me son, fuck me, oh yes, that's what I want! Fuck it, fuck it, oh yes, fuck it good!"
The fucking action was continuing now. And every scintillating second they were enjoying it.
Harder and harder, he rode her. The emotions that she was experiencing, were something she had never dreamed possible before. With the dildo driving up her ass-hole, and the cock sliding up her cunt, she was grasping it vigorously with her muscles.
"Oh baby, you're a real tiger turn on, yes you are, I'm so proud of you my dear. Oh, I'll respect you so, my son," she told him.
Then, he realized she was out of her mind. Respect, he thought, what has that got to do with what we're doing?
He thought he might as well meet her madness with his cock thrusts. Why not give her a fuck she'd never forget, and then finish her off?
"O.K., " he told her, "get set, here we go!"
With hard driving thrusts, he rode inside of her, and then, she knew he was trying his best to give her everything he had. She loved the feel of his balls jiggling on her, and quickly she kissed him.
"Oh son," she panted, "you have no idea of what this does for your mom. I've needed fucking for so long, yes, yes baby, higher, higher!"
Now, he was getting all the action that he needed. It was an exciting moment for them both, and they enjoyed it too.
"Oh baby, fuck, fuck it!"
Now, he was giving her his all. And, he finally shot his load.
"Oohh, aahhh, I'm cuming! I'm cuming!" he gasped, as he shot his wad.
She was flipping out, and then, he saw the crazy look in her eyes. He let her massage the juice out of his prick, but determined he would get rid of her. After he slid his tool out of her ass-hole, he asked her:
"Hey mom, how would you like a nice drink of something?"
"My bourbon, why don't you mix me some? I'd love a big glass of bourbon."
"You'll get it," he told her, with a smile.
She never thought a thing about what he had said, but he knew what he was planning.
He went downstairs and got the paint thinner, and mixed it in the bourbon. He put just a little, but enough, he figured. Then, he hurried up stairs and put it in her glass. She accepted it, and thought nothing of it, and as she gulped it down, she noticed she was beginning to feel extra hot.
"Oh son," she said, "I'm so hot all over, I'm tingling."
"Well, maybe I better open a window," he smiled.
"I don't understand it; I'm burning up."
All at. once he looked at her, and he realized she was going. She was slipping, fading, and he didn't want her to go. Rushing over to her, he said:
"Oh mom, don't die on me. Don't, please don't mom. I love you mom."
She looked at him now, goggle eyed, and he knew she would croak in seconds.
"Oh mom," he said, "forgive me. I didn't mean to. I didn't mean to."
"Didn't mean to what?" she slurred, in her fog.
"Oh mom, I loaded your drink with paint thinner," he admitted.
"You what?" she said, summoning her last ounce of strength.
"I wanted to get rid of you mom," he admitted, as he sobbed. "Oh mom, forgive me, I'm sorry. Don't die on me."
She looked at him, and then she said, "Oh baby, did you hate me that much? I knew you didn't want me sometimes, but I never thought you hated me."
He looked at her, and he couldn't stand it. His eyes were straining now, and he was weeping.
"Oh no," he cried, "oh no, mom, don't leave me. I don't want to go on without you. Oh mom, forgive me."
"I don't hold it against you son. I did a terrible thing by wanting sex with you. I love you dear, forgive me baby for ever trying to force you into it. I'm the one that's wrong, very wrong."
He looked at her, and tears streaked down his cheeks as he realized she was going and he couldn't stop her.
"Mom, I love you. I'll always love you."
Bending over, he kissed her gently. As his lips pressed on hers, he felt better. However, he knew she would never come back to him. She was turning blue and cold.
"Goodbye Phillip. Goodbye Phillip. Goodbye my love. I love you, always remember that. And, don't you hate yourself. You didn't do it because you were a bad boy. I was the one who made you do it, darling."
He kissed her now, and then she breathed her last. As her head lay back on the pillow, he sobbed. He didn't know what to do. He got up, paced the floor, and then he picked up the phone.
"Emergency hospital," he said, "my mom has tried suicide again. Yes, you know who I am, Phillip Jenkins. My mom, Charlotte Jenkins, she tried to kill herself a week ago by slashing her wrists. Tonight, she drank some paint thinner in her glass of bourbon. Now, I'm afraid she's gone. Can you send an ambulance?"
They told him they needed his address, and he gave it to them. Sending the ambulance, was the answer, and they took her body out. As he saw her going, he knew he .would never see her again. He knew she was dead. He went back into the house, and terror stalked him. It was as if her ghost was following him around the house. He could hear, he could see her, and he loved her. He looked around the bedroom, and saw the dildo. He had left it out so that when the ambulance attendants came up to the bedroom, they could see it. He decided he better hide it quickly. And guilt flashed through him, like a knife He wondered how on earth he could get out of this. He had done it, he had filled her glass, and he had killed her. He was a killer, and he knew it. Phillip Jenkins, killed his mother. Over, and over, this thought tortured him. Mother fucker, now seemed like an easy problem. But killing mom, was ever so much worse. Finally, the reality, and truth had merged in this dark moment. And, he understood what a fool he had been. Mom hadn't meant him any harm, she just lacked love, and expressed it the wrong way. All of his life he would be tortured with memories, shadowy memories of her. And, always he would be haunted by his own conscience, wondering if he should confess what he did to contribute to her untimely death. He hated himself, for what he had done, and he wished that he could die too. Yet, he knew that she wouldn't want him to kill himself. He knew, that she forgave him. That made it easier to bear in some ways, but worse in others. He knew she was a loving, gentle spirit. He knew that even an attempt to kill her couldn't destroy her genuine love for him. And, this shattering knowledge made him feel like a first-class heel. He knew he'd never find anyone who'd put up with him the way that she had. He paced the floor back and forth, and looked at the bed where they had laid together. Now, he was worried. The sudden shrill ring of the phone, called his attention. He went over and picked it up. It was his buddy, David.
"Hey, buddy boy, we sure had a good time with that nice chick, Marian," his friend began.
"David, not now. Call me another time."
"What's up?" David asked, knowing something was wrong.
"My mother just took her life," he said. "What?"
"Mom just killed herself," he said nervously, "she poisoned herself, I feel terrible, I wish I could die."
"Sorry I disturbed you," David replied, "I really am. So long, and don't feel too bad. Remember life goes on."
Life goes on, that was the only thought he had to think in that awful second. And, he did go on for him, but without mom, it was painful as hell.