Chapter 5
Several nights later, Betty sipped Martinis in a despondent frame of mind.
What made Betty feel so terrible was that two days after her fantastic sex experience with Gil, his wife returned home from her trip. The very thing that she had feared had happened. Even when she was gearing herself for the possibility that she would never be able to have sex with Gil again, or at least not in the foreseeable future, she had simultaneously hoped that maybe she was wrong. She kept thinking that perhaps she would be able to engage in some beautiful sex with him again, but it just didn't work out that way. Once that Gil's wife returned, it was back to her husband, Phillip.
That week Phillip had been extremely busy. He had called the house an hour earlier, informing her that he had to perform emergency surgery and would not be home until very late. She was at home alone, but with her two teenage children out on dates. Her lovely brown-eyed daughter, Carla, sixteen years of age, was at the movies on a date. Her handsome, dark-haired son of fifteen, Ken, was also out on a date. Without regular sex from a partner with whom she could empathize in the right way, she threw herself into drinking in lonely, despondent stages, or into the activities of her children She advised them in every phase of their respective lives in which they wanted advice, and she was constantly keeping herself apprised as to how well they were doing in their school work. Since they were both very good-looking teenagers, they had more than their share of dating opportunities.
Betty was a little worried about Ken, however, in that he was dating a young girl named Cindy that she did not care for. Whereas Ken was a sincere young man, she had a gut feeling that perhaps Cindy wasn't.
As for her daughter, Carla, she had no such worries. At that point in her life, Carla was playing the field, which was just the way that Betty figured she should act at that age.
As she kept sipping her Martini, her eyes focused on the television set, observing the movie that she didn't really like at all that well, Betty decided that it would be a good idea to just turn the set off. So Betty got up and impatiently shut it off, stretching out on the sofa as she sipped her Martini. She was hoping she could get drunk. Very often when she imbibed enough to where she was thrown into a state of at least semi-drunkenness, she was able to forget about some of her problems. But such was not the case this particular evening. She found that she was unable to get drunk. That always bothered her. When she wanted to get drunk, and felt as if she needed to, she never seemed to be able to make it.
A few minutes later, she heard the front door open. It was Ken.
"I'm so damned mad," he shook his head, fire penetrating from his eyes.
"What's the matter, darling?" his mother asked.
"It really burns me up. You know, I've been so nice to Cindy. Now she tells me she doesn't want to go steady any more."
"I think that's the best thing for you," she said. "You were really a little too young to be going steady any way. There's no reason why you should get that serious about a girl at this stage in your life. You should be more like Carla. Just play the field, have a few dates, and enjoy yourself."
"I'm really ticked off," he shook his head. "I don't like this at all. She said there were other guys she wants to go out with, too."
"You might be upset when I tell you this, but I don't think Cindy's good enough for you," she told him bluntly.
"Why do you say that?"
"I don't think she's a really sincere girl. She too coquettish for her own good. She's interested in really turning the boys on. I can see it in the way that she dresses and in the way that she acts. I know her type."
"Do you really think it's better that I'm not going with her any more?"
"I wouldn't be saying that if I didn't think it were true. Yes, I think you're much better off this way."
"Perhaps you're right. I don't know. All I can say is that it really jolted me. But, I guess you've got to live and learn about these things."
"Of course you do. Just play it like an adult, Ken, and you'll be much better off. You're my loving son and I think the world of you. Come over here and give your mother a kiss."
Ken walked toward the sofa.
"Why have you been drinking so much, Mom?" he asked.
"How do you know that I have?"
"You wouldn't have that redness in your eyes if you hadn't been."
"You're a very perceptive young man. Yes, I guess I've been a little depressed."
"Don't be. You're the most beautiful woman I know."
"That's such a sweet thing to say."
Ken's kind comment, coupled with her desire to ease his feelings, caused her to put more impact into the kiss that he sent her way than she ever had in the past. She had the desire to reach out and touch him, and she yielded to it. She grabbed forward and threw her arms around Ken's body, while his lips pushed eagerly against hers. A few seconds later, as he removed his lips from hers, Ken's eyes suddenly were all lit up. They wore the expression of a hot man who has found the object of his fascination. There was an instinctive instant chemistry that was developing between them, and as Ken slipped his tongue forward, he pushed it inside his mother's mouth. It shocked them both that he was boldly French kissing with her. They were in such a state of wild agitation, however, that they weren't about to question what they were doing at that very moment. Ail Ken knew was that his heart was throbbing unaccountably, and as he glided his tongue around inside his mother's mouth, Betty returned fire. She ever so zestfully let her tongue connect with his, and they kept up their stimulating tongue movements for the next .few moments, after which Ken removed his tongue from his mother's mouth.
He jumped up from the sofa, straightening his body which now was trembling.
"I don't know what's getting into me," he said.
"I don't know either. All I do know is that you sure did give me a kiss."
Ken felt compelled to go even farther. As he examined his mother's sexy body, he could see that she possessed much more in the way of curves than Cindy. All in all, she was a much more desirable woman. Never in the past had he thought of her in quite such an intimate sex context. He was certainly impressed by her beauty, and it always thrilled him to hear complimentary remarks from his young male friends about what a beautiful mother he had.
But this was different. He was feeling the same kind of hungry desire that he normally reserved for girls in his own age category.
His mother was wearing a light yellow robe, and instinctively Ken wanted to reach out and undo it. He reached down with both hands, untieing the straps of her robe. He opened it quickly, examining her lovely body.
He gasped and his heart began to pound with thumping rapidity as he observed his mother's almost nude body. She wore nothing but her panties and bra, and he took in her beautiful breasts. He remembered that Cindy had only allowed him to see her nude twice. On both those occasions he had been restricted in his sex activity. He had sucked out her mound, than had been jerked off by her as she pumped her fingers up and down the full length of his huge, bulging stick. A few moments later, he decided to go all the way. He had to strip her. He wanted to see her beautiful body totally exposed. His nervous fingers tugged at her robe, pulling it off of her as she lay there on the sofa. She extended her legs, waiting for him to finish undressing her. He unsnapped her bra with one swift tug of the wrists, then reached down and grabbed her panties. He pulled at them several times, driving them swiftly down her legs, then off of her altogether.
His next move was to dive downward toward her legs, between them. As she lay sprawled out on the sofa, her body twisting, particularly the hips, he reached out and slid his fingers inside her snatch. He toyed with her mound, playing with her pussy hairs for several quick moments. His rapid-fire strides caused her whole body to twist and turn as she lay there. He reached out with his right hand and slid his fingers inside her mound. Ever so convincingly he plunged them deep inside her hot gash. He could already feel the moisture surfacing in her pussy. It made him feel good to know that he was exciting his mother to such an extent. Back and forth his fingers stabbed ever so eagerly. He kept them plunging for a few more strokes, after which he removed them. He reached down and clutched at her panties, which he slid down her legs. He pulled sharply and then reached out and plunged his fingers deep inside her gash. The faster that he manipulated his fingers, the quicker that her hips turned.
He removed his fingers from his mother's mound, then clutched at her legs. He held hard and fast to her hips, then glided his fingers downward toward her ankles. Ken held on sharply to her ankles, clutching his fingers against them smoothly and sharply. A few strokes later, he went upward with his fingers once more. This time Ken fixed his fingers on his mother's buttocks. He loved touching her warm, creamy thighs. He liked the feel of her hot ass cheeks a lot better than he had enjoyed touching Cindy's. For one thing she seemed to possess a natural sense of rhythm. She knew just how to let her hips dance rhythmically as they bounced up and down on the sofa. All the while he could hear her heavy breathing, and he came to feel that much more desire to suck her.
As his fingers kept clutching at her butt, Ken dropped his tongue downward toward her left leg. He let his tongue connect with her thigh, after which he reached out and let his teeth gnaw at her leg. The quicker that he employed his teeth, the faster that her body twisted and turned. She loved what he was doing to her.
He removed his teeth from her left leg, then allowed his tongue to start plunging against her right thigh. He slipped his tongue ever so rapidly, keeping it moving for several long moments. His teeth then went to work against her thigh. He kept it going for a few strokes, then removed it.
Ken knew that it was time to close in on her pussy. But before he got around to sucking out her lovely mound, he dipped inside her snatch one more time with his fingers.
He smoothly manipulated his finger tips inside her now fully aroused pussy. Her hips kept on twisting and turning as he sustained his pace. He now was ready to drive his tongue inside her snatch.
As Ken's fingers kept on connecting with her thighs, he dropped his tongue down between her legs. He pushed and plunged it against her mound, letting his tongue exercise itself with sweeping impact against her hot snatch. He started out quickly, unable to hold back the flood tide of excitement that existed within him. He found himself much more eager to bring off his own mother and to taste her passionate juices that he had ever been with Cindy. He could see that it stemmed from the way that his mother reacted. From the very time that he'd kissed her, he sensed that he was engaged in a passionate relationship with a woman who was willing to go all the way. That impressed him greatly as his tongue kept on working inside her mound, driving brilliantly, pushing against her snatch as he drove her ever nearer to orgasm.
Her trembled even more rapidly than before, and all the while he kept up his pace, sliding his tongue inside her mound.
"Reach out and slap at my butt," she sighed. "I really love that, dear. Do it for me.
Come on, just give me the beautiful action. Keep tonguing my mound. I like it when your tongue works its way inside my pussy. This is so good. You're so great. Come on and suck me. Come on and grind your tongue inside my pussy. Do it, baby. Suck. Come on. Suck my mound."
Ever so eagerly he kept up his diligent pace, working his tongue enthusiastically inside her mound. Back and forth Ken's swift tongue kept on penetrating inside his mother's snatch. Betty was overjoyed. It was the first time since her affair with Gil that she had received the kind of physical attention she really loved and wanted. But now she was not taking on a man who was married. She was having sex with her own flesh and blood, her pussy being enthusiastically attacked by her son.
"Keep working your tongue," Betty said. "This is so good. You're really stroking. You're gonna bring me off. You've got a nice rhythm. Your tongue is doing so well. Just keep it grinding inside me. Keep it working. Stab me with it. Suck my mound. Suck the juices out of me. Every solitary drop. I need the stuff. I really need it."
Ken reached out and patted her buttocks. He kept on slapping at them while he tongued her mound, working her pussy briskly. A few more rapid-fire strokes later, Ken could see that he was just about to push Betty over the cliff. Her hips kept grinding and she pushed her body forward as she reacted sharply to his every driving tongue stab. A few swift stabs later, she heaved a sigh louder than all of her other reactions.
At that point, he slapped one more time at her buttocks, then held onto them sharply. His fingers pushed and pressed against her as the surging juices spilled from her snatch and into his mouth.
"What a relief, what a relief," she said softly. "You were so good. Your tongue was so nice. You did it beautifully."
As soon as Ken removed his tongue from his mother's slit, he got up from the rug. He had been perched there ever so dramatically on his knees, sucking his mother's cunt until she had exploded. Now she reached out with her right hand. She unzipped Ken's trousers, then grabbed hold of his cock, which she worked her fingers up and down on ever so joyously.
"Such a nice prick," she said. "We've got to go into the bedroom. You've got to undress, too. I want to undress you, baby. I want to go all the way. I want you to fuck me."
To Ken, things were happening so fast that he could hardly believe it. His head spun over the dizzying sequence of events that were taking place.