Chapter 4
Mom let out a wild sigh and pinched my ass as my prick speared her tight cunt.
Alice with electricity, she let her trim ass bounce back and forth as my dick met her cunt with authority. I ran my finger around gently inside her asshole, giving her extra kicks while I set her up for the big clincher-my hard dick popping inside her nest.
"Fuck me, honey, screw me, baby," she implored. "Oh, that's it, the stabs I love. That's it, rock that cock back and forth, let it fly. Oh, that's it, faster, faster, faster."
I continued driving relentlessly, working my cock around with systematic speed, giving her all the sensation she could stand. She ran her fingers up and down my back. Feeling her warm, soft fingers gave me added impetus as I shoved my prick forward into the home stretch.
"Oh, how I love my boy," she gasped, "and how I love his beautiful, wonderful fuck. Screw me, that's it, let that beautiful motion go to work. I love it."
I leaned my head forward, allowing my tongue to maneuver itself sweepingly over her nipples, which caused her sighs to become more pronounced and her ass to flip back and forth more noticeably.
"I'm gonna shoot," she finally declared, "my cunt's gonna burst, baby. See if you can join me. Let that big cock of yours explode in me at the same time."
"Hang on, baby," I said, " 'cause the big explosion's on its way."
I let my tongue enter her mouth. It locked with hers in wild, erotic delight as I came ever closer to triggering my prick off in her hot box. With our tongue wrapped securely around each other my itchy pecker exploded its juices inside her box. At that very same moment her cunt shot.
"Congratulations," she smiled.
"You too," I returned the smile.
"On target orgasm. You can't beat that for thrills."
"If we get any better we'll have to go on tour," Mom laughed. "We'd make the greatest mother and son team ever."
"We could really turn 'em on in the porno theaters."
"I guess we could," Mom laughed happily.
"Well, that was a great fuck. I guess I can get up now and fix us dinner."
"Provided I'm willing to let you up," I grinned.
"Oh, I don't think you'll hold me sex prisoner. For one thing, it isn't necessary, since I'm giving you all you want free gratis. Besides, a growing boy needs his dinner."
"I suppose you're right."
I let her up, admiring her smooth, tight ass as she walked toward the corner of the room where her clothes had been discarded. I had been sipping whiskey and waiting for her return home after she had left the house with Cindy. Once she returned she was hot for a quick fuck. Naturally I complied.
Now I felt like exploring some unanswered questions that had been bugging me ever since I returned home the day before. Since then those intriguing questions had been multiplying. I had to either get some answers fast or go out of my mind with curiosity.
"I hope you're not surprised to hear this," I began as she slipped on her slacks, "but I've been real surprised over the way things have been going since I got back."
"Surprised maybe, but not disappointed, I hope," she looked at me and smiled wryly.
"Hardly. But I mean-well, I've never seen anybody change so radically so fast as you have. What caused the change?"
"I was planning to get around to that. You'll have your answer, honey, in due course."
"Oh, come on," I laughed. "That sounds like the kind of an answer that a politician would come up with. But you're not a politician and I'm not some voter off in the wilderness. I'm your son."
"I'm aware of that. It's just that it will be better for both of us if the answer is provided later in a different way than me talking right now."
"There is one, though, that I really wish you could answer now, without playing any cat and mouse. I thought you worked at a bank in downtown Reseda. Either you got back home earlier yesterday than usual, you took the day off, or you don't work there anymore."
"Your third possibility is the correct one," she acknowledged. "I quit working there about a month after your leave ended the last time you were home."
"Mind telling me why?"
"That answer is tied in completely with the answer to why I've changed so much since the last time you saw me."
"So you won't answer that one either?"
"Not right now, baby."
"Then I guess that's that."
"For now it is," she agreed.
I never asked another question the rest of the night. I was angered by her evasiveness. She obviously didn't want to tell me about herself, at least as of then, and I couldn't help wondering if her promise to reveal all later was no more than a tactic to get the pressure off of her.
That night I began considering something that I'd systematically been avoiding ever since I returned home-the question of finding a job. It was an unpleasant topic since I had no prospects whatsoever, and didn't even have a clear-cut idea what I wanted to do.
I had gone through four years of college with the singular purpose of getting a degree. Beyond that I never bothered contemplating anything. I just wanted to get out of school with a degree, so I wound up majoring in Psychology, 'cause I liked it, and got a degree in it.
It was all too clear to me that I didn't really qualify for anything, and I had very little practical experience in anything to speak of. I'd have to just start for scratch and hope I'd find something that would turn me on.
Mom hadn't mentioned anything about me going out to find work, and I had only been home one full day, but I realized I'd be bored as hell just sitting around drinking beer and whiskey. Sure, there was always screwing, but the screwing would be there if I worked as well.
Not only was I concerned about the boredom factor-I also felt that it was time I tried to prove myself at something other than how many beers I could drink or broads I could screw. I wanted to accomplish something on my own.
I got to bed early that night, spurning an offer by Mom to have sex. I told her that I would have loved to, but thought it best to get plenty of rest so I'd be ready to get out in the morning and look for work. I wanted to get a fresh start in every respect, and for that reason even laid off the screwing for the night in that it might serve as a distraction.
Well, the next morning and afternoon proved highly disillusioning. I found out quickly just how competitive the job picture was, and how tough it was for a guy like me, who had no proven experience in any given area, to locate a job. Times were tough, things couldn't have been more intensely competitive, and I had no experience.
The employment agencies I visited were all helpful, but also coldly realistic. College degrees, it turned out, were as plentiful as could be. No, it didn't appear that mine would give me that much of an advantage, if any at all, they told me honestly.
It was just a few minutes past four when I arrived home. I had thought of stopping at Lou's for a beer on the way home, but nixed the idea when I decided that Cindy might be there. I didn't wanna see that brassy little cunt after the humiliating way she'd treated me the day before. On top of the job frustrations it would have been just too much to take.
There was a sparkling new Lincoln Continental parked in the driveway as I arrived home. Naturally my curiosity was instantly aroused over who was visiting Mom.
The door was locked and all the shades were drawn. I knocked several times, making each succeeding knock a little louder than the one which had preceded it. Finally my impatience got the better of me and I began to pound rather than knock.
"Who is it?" I heard Mom's voice snap peevishly. "It's Harry."
"Don't you have a key?"
"No."
"Oh, that's right. I forgot to get you one. Well, the back door's open. You mind coming in that way, dear? I'm ... I'm very tied up right now, as you'll see when you come in." I then heard the sound of muffled giggling.
"Okay," I said with more than a little tone of disgust.
I entered the gate and walked through the backyard to the rear door. I opened it and walked inside. I heard sounds of giggles coming from the direction of the bedroom.
"Now what?" I murmured to myself.
As I opened the door and stood in the bedroom doorway I observed a handsome, distinguished appearing man with white hair in bed with Mom. She giggled like a schoolgirl as he held a container of whipped cream in his hand.
"Cream me, baby," she laughed.
"With pleasure," the man replied in a smooth, resonant voice.
He held Mom's right arm and shot whipped cream underneath her armpit, causing her to burst out in laughter. Then he held up the left arm and did the same.
The white-haired man's body was well tanned, just like Mom's, and his naked frame was trim and athletic looking. He gave the first impression of being a veteran golf professional or something on a similar order.
"Now to go after the whipped cream," he said.
He lowered his head and plunged full speed ahead, letting his tongue go to work in Mom's right armpit. While she giggled he enthusiastically lapped up the white cream.
"Oh, that feels so good," she sighed.
He stuck with the sucking until he lapped up every drop of cream from her right arm. Then he did the same to her left, precipitating some more giggling in the process.
"What is this, whipped cream time?" I finally said.
"Don't you believe in knocking?" Mom looked up and said. The white-haired man just stared.
"I heard some sounds and came in."
"And you were intrigued by what you saw?" the white-haired man grinned.
"I guess you could say that."
"I was only kidding, baby," Mom smiled. "Actually I wanted you to come in and watch. And to meet Eddie. Eddie, this is my son Harry."
"So I gathered," Eddie grinned broadly. He jumped spryly out of bed and pumped my hand. He was a big man and had a good firm grip. "Nice to meet you, Harry."
"Same here," I said, though I wasn't really sure. I was reserving judgment on Eddie.
"I met Eddie since the last time you were home, dear," Mom explained. "He's been an absolute dear, and did wonders in bringing me out of my state of depression."
"She gives me more credit than I deserve," Eddie said. "If anything, she's helped me enormously instead of the other way around."
"Don't listen to him," Mom said. "He's too modest for his own good."
"I guess you're happy to be back home," Eddie said.
"I sure am."
"Well, around here we don't make war, like what you were used to doing," Eddie smiled broadly, looking Mom's way. "We concentrate on making love and have a blast."
by that time Eddie apparently thought it was time to get back to action. He picked up the contained of whipped cream once more, this time emptying the remainder of its contents in Mom's snatch. By the time he was through you couldn't see as much as a hair on her box.
"Now for a little dessert," he laughed, falling back down on his knees in bed as Mom wore a smile of contentment.
His tongue went to work with jet-propelled efficiency as he speedily gobbled down whipped cream. He was so fast and effective that before I knew it he was down to the part that rested next to her snatch.
"Now for the best part," he grinned.
"Oh, it feels so good," Mom said. "Keep it up."
He wasn't about to stop then, judging from the look of determination on his face and the way he wielded his tongue. He flipped it wildly and enthusiastically until there wasn't as much as a drop of whipped cream left, which left nothing other than pure unadulterated pussy to work on.
"Go after my juice, baby, suck me dry," she gasped.
Eddie ran a hand up and down her thigh wildly as his tongue continued concentrating on her hot box. Her legs were trembling with the keen anticipation of shooting.
"Oh, this is it," she finally gasped.
And it was. I watched the juice shoot from her snatch. Eddie devoured it in several gulps, then planted a kiss of appreciation on Mom's lips. By then I was so hot that I wanted in on the action.
"How about letting me take a turn now," I suggested.
"Be my guest," Eddie jumped up from the bed cooperatively.
I undressed quickly while Mom waited in a reclining position.
"This time I want you to plant that hot pecker of yours in my cunt," she told me.
"That's fine with me," I quickly replied.
"It looks like he's hot for action," Eddie exclaimed as he got a look at my big cock.
"That boy of mine's like me. He's always ready for action."
I was certainly ready for action by then, after having been stimulated by Eddie's cream and cunt licking exhibition. He looked like the kind of guy who was burning with talent both in bed and out.
"Go get her, Harry," Eddie said encouragingly. "Put that flaming hot pecker to work."
"I plan to," I said determinedly.
Not wanting to waste any time, I spread out on the bed and inserted my hot fuckstick into her cunt. Under other circumstances I would have gone about things at a leisurely clip, but with my prick burning with anticipation by watching Eddie's sucking exhibition I was extra eager to get my rocks off.
"Oh, you're wielding that thing like a spear," Mom said, "and I love every stab. Stab me good."
I let my fingers roam around her tits as I let my prick plunge in and out of her tight box with searing rapidity, getting each of us more worked up with every succeeding stroke.
"Kiss me, honey, I'm about to go," Mom gasped.
I threw my arms around her and let my tongue slide inside her mouth. Our tongues locked while my prick continued flipping back and forth in high gear.
Mom shot and I followed suit a few strokes later. After my hot juice had bolted out of the end of my fuckstick I collapsed in her arms.
"You two are some wild fuckers," Eddie laughed. "Matter of fact, look how you impressed me.
We both turned our heads toward him and observed his huge dick, which he pointed proudly toward us.
"I was jerking on it, and I could've made it anytime I'd wanted to," he said, "but I figured why waste a good load when I've got a beautiful woman around here who's always dying to taste another good load of juice."
"That's right," Mom nodded emphatically.
"How about sucking it dry. It's not gonna take much effort on your part since I'm almost there."
"I'd wanna suck a dick like that even if it would take all day to get it off."
"Leave it to that mother of yours to come up with answers," Eddie looked at me and winked. At first I had been uptight about him fucking with my mother, but the longer I got to know him the more reassured he made me feel. He struck you as the type of guy you could always retain complete confidence in, the kind who could keep his cool even in the face of the most intense attack the Vietcong could muster, to use a Vietnam analogy.
"She's some kind of woman," I acknowledged, sliding over to the end of the bed, giving Eddie room to make his grand entrance.
As I sat on the edge of the bed and watched with interest, Eddie walked slowly toward the bed, a sensuous grin on his lips, holding his big cock invitingly in his fingers.
"Oh, but that looks good," Mom smiled appreciatively.
"And it's all for you."
"Then what are we waiting for? Feed it to me."
"That's what I'm here for."
He hunched over slightly over the edge of the bed, letting his big dick lower slowly and gradually until it entered Mom's mouth. He kept feeding her more and more of his prick until finally it was all in.
"Eat it raw, doll," he encouraged, running his fingers tenderly through her hair as she commenced pumping up and down.
Eddie operated like a well-oiled machine when it came to sex. Nothing ever rattled him or caused him to vary his pace until he wanted to. When he did vary it it was with gradualness. He'd let things build until they reached a stirring crescendo.
He continued feeding her cock a little bit at a time, taking some away, then putting it back in. His movements were never jerky, always methodical. Meanwhile he kept his fingers busy. At first they stroked her hair, then they worked their way down to her tits. Finally they located her cunt, which they stroked fondly.
When Eddie began stroking Mom's pussy her de sire for his cock greatly intensified. Noticing her passions quickly accentuating, Eddie flipped his cock back and forth inside her mouth with greater speed. He was nearing orgasm and Mom was dying to taste him.
"Here it comes, baby. I'm gonna fuck you in the mouth," Eddie exclaimed with a passionate grin.
She grabbed hold of his balls, tugging preciously as his cock plunged into her mouth one more time. As Eddie let out a gasp of erotic relief I watched the hot white liquid pour into her mouth.
Mom tried valiantly to suck in every drop, but didn't quite make it. It was a huge load, enough to engulf anybody, and some of it dropped down the sides of her mouth. Aside for a very little bit that was wasted, however, Mother swallowed almost everything that had soared from his dick.
"Tell you what. Since our little party here was so successful," Eddie said within seconds after he had shot his load, "and since we're still celebrating Harry's return from Vietnam, and since this is my first chance to meet this fine handsome young man I've been hearing so much about from his proud mother, what do you say I treat you both to dinner tonight. Let's go out, drink and eat to our heart's content, and enjoy ourselves."
"That sounds absolutely great," Mom said with delight. "How about it, Harry? You free tonight?"
"Yeah, I'm free."
I didn't know whether I was doing the right thing by going along. After all, there was no telling how late we'd be out and how drunk I might get. Like it or not, I still had to face the unpleasant prospects of trying to find myself a job, which, as far as I was concerned, meant getting an early start in the morning.
But by then I was feeling in a devil-may-care mood, and was still disgusted by all the pessimistic news I had heard earlier in the day about how hard it would be to place me. I figured that going out and loosening up a little might be just the ticket for me. Not only that, but I was learning to genuinely like Eddie, who loomed as an interesting guy. And I was curious to learn all I could about the extent of the involvement with my mother. It was easy to observe first-hand that they were very close, apparently physically as well as emotionally.
Mom called me aside while Eddie was mixing himself a drink in the other room, stressing the importance of getting dressed up to go out.
"I know this guy, baby, and when he says he's gonna take you out it's always someplace nice, never some lousy hash house," she told me.
"He strikes me as that kind of guy," I nodded.
"Isn't he wonderful?" she smiled.
"Yeah, he seems like a pretty good guy."
As we got into Eddie's Continental and headed down toward Ventura Boulevard I started feeling like a guy torn straight down the middle. As I said, I couldn't help but admire Eddie, who was so cool, classy and self-assured, but there was a side of me that also found myself feeling jealous of him. After all, we were both putting the make on the same woman, my mother. Since I had had but a short time to share sex intimacies with dear old Mom after returning from the Army, I felt a little uptight over the idea of Eddie moving in for frequent sex that might interfere with my own action.
Not only did he look stylish but he dressed the same way. He was wearing a charcoal suit tailored to perfection. It fit him like a glove.
The place where he took us to dinner was one of the finer steak houses in the Valley. It was located on Ventura Boulevard in the heart of the West Valley.
The head waiter, who greeted Eddie by name, seemed as impressed by him as I was. He put us at the best possible table, right in front of a colorful fire place set-up.
"I'd like to start off the evening with a magnum of champagne and three glasses," Eddie told the waitress. "We're celebrating the return of this young man from Vietnam."
"Wonderful," the waitress smiled broadly.
We had no less than two bottles of champagne before getting into our steak dinner. Mother and I were definitely feeling the effects of our drinks. As for Eddie, he remained as cool, poised and self-assured as always. It looked like there was no possible way to whip him.
About the time I was digging into my juicy steak with enthusiasm Eddie began asking me questions about what I was planning to do for a living now that I was out of the Army. The question really hit me in the guts, since it was a particularly sore point with me.
"Right now I have no prospects," I said sadly.
"Things are real tough," he quickly sympathized. "And lots of times it's even harder when a guy's gotta make a readjustment after getting out of the service. Tell you what. You have anything planned tomorrow?"
"No definite plans. I was planning to go job hunting."
"Drop over to my place," he reached into his shirt pocket and took out an engraved card, which contained his name, address, and phone number, handing it to me. "Let's have a talk. I might be able to help you out. Make it anytime after eleven."
"Yes, men of leisure don't like to be disturbed before that," Mom quipped laughingly.
"So right you are, my dear."
Eddie looked around to see if anybody was watching. When he could see that the coast was clear he reached underneath the table and ran his hand around Mom's leg. The guy was like me, he couldn't stop thinking about sex, even at the dinner table.
Following a delicious meal and some after dinner drinks Eddie drove us back home. Mom asked him in for a nightcap but he declined, telling her that he had business to take care of.
"That's your big problem," Mom grinned, putting her hand over his pants where the outline of his cock was, "you're all work and no play."
"Come now," he laughed. "I always manage to get in a little bit of each."
We said goodnight. Mom and I watched Eddie drive off. It was still early in the evening, but I was so groggy from all the drinks I'd had that I was ready to turn in.
"How does that guy do it?" I asked with incredulity as we got inside.
"Do what, dear?" Mom asked.
"I mean, how does he keep going? He screws like hell, has a lot of champagne and stuff to drink, then he rides off as cool as can be like he hasn't done a thing all day."
"That man's got real style," she said with admiration.
I awakened fairly early the next morning after a long night of uninterrupted sleep. I sat around and read the morning paper until Mom got up and fixed us breakfast.
After breakfast I took a long, warm shower as I anticipated driving over to visit Eddie. I deliberated on what I should wear, wondering just what would be most likely to make a good impression on a class guy. I finally decided that, since I was meeting him at his house, I shouldn't dress formally. I put on a sport outfit, sport shirt and slacks, rather than a suit.
The card listed a Hollywood adress. His house took me so long to find that it was almost eleven-thirty when I arrived, even though I had left home intending to arrive there about eleven.
It was nestled up in the Hollywood Hills overlooking the sprawling city of Hollywood below. Fortunately there wasn't much smog in the air so I got a beautiful view of what lay below.
To reach Eddie's place I had to pass through a series of winding little narrow streets. But when I finally reached it I recognized that the drive was worth my while. Just one breathtaking look convinced me of that. The house rested near a ledge, with huge rocky walls on both sides and in back of it to insure complete privacy. On top of that there wasn't a house within one hundred yards on either side of him.
As for the house itself, it was a masterful two story job with double doors in front. It was an impressive monument who looked and acted like someone who belonged in a place like it.
I rang the doorbell. He took several minutes to answer the door, looking rested and distinguished in a light brown robe with his initials: EK on the front. He was Eddie Kingsley, Mr. Self Confidence.
"Harry, do come in please," he smiled, gripping my hand warmly as he showed me in the door.
I couldn't help but be impressed by the interior of the place. There was a panoramic picture window in the living room through which you could look into the backyard and see his huge swimming pool and patio, then beyond, the city itself.
He fixed us each a drink, pushing a button on the wall, after which a bar slid out. I sipped the whiskey slowly as he showed me to a seat on the sofa. Then he went into his story, beginning with how he had met my mother.
"I don't blame you if you're a little skeptical of me, Harry, don't blame you at all," he said soothingly, pausing long enough to take a sip from his glass and stare through the gigantic picture window to the city which rested beyond. "If our positions were reversed you can rest assured that I would be more than a little skeptical. After all, you're used to your mother being one type of woman, very shy and reserved, then you return home and find a sexpot. That's quite an adjustment to make, and then you're surprised even more when this sexpot wants to have sex with you. You had trouble reckoning with all this, didn't you?"
"Yeah, and I'm still having trouble. By that I mean I haven't begun to figure everything out."
"No, I don't suppose you have. That's one of the reasons why I asked you over. You see, your mother and I talked this very point over, and she decided it would be much easier for me to reveal certain pertinent points than it would be for her."
"I understand. Go ahead."
"Well, I'm the man who, more than anybody else, was responsible for changing your mother from the way she was into the way she is now. I met her when she was working at a bank. I had occasion to go in there to withdraw some money. Well, she was so high classed, attractive, and cooperative that when I went back there in the future I always made sure I went back to her. I could see that she was lacking in confidence and that something was missing in her life. I took things into my own hands by asking her out to lunch. I did my best to charm her, and succeeded at least to the point of making her life quite a bit better.
"Well, from there things began to develop further. I started taking her out to dinner, took her over to my place. I did everything but fuck her. I knew that to resort to a grandstand play so early in the game would be damaging. I knew that would scare her off, so instead I played things coolly. I began to make little suggestions that she wear her hair a certain way, think about wearing a certain style of clothes. I thought she was far too conservative, keeping her attributes hidden."
"I know what you mean," I conceded with a nod.
"Yes. Anyway, after a while I started buying her some of the latest fashions, including some provocative slack outfits and some minis. At first she looked at me like I was nuts. When I held my ground and told her she would look great in those styles she decided to give them a try. Needless to say I was right.
"After I got her confidence built up the sex relationship quickly took shape. We went to bed for the first time over at my place one night after a quiet dinner. It all started when. I leaned over next to her on the sofa, the stereo playing soft, romantic music in the background, and began kissing and licking her ear lobes.
"She came immediately alive and began panting heavily. I knew that she had been dying for somebody to go to bed with her for a long time, probably since right after your father died. Well, I wasn't about to let this beautiful, youthful looking woman go to waste for lack of attention.
"My fingers circled her breasts, which got her even hotter. From there I began undoing her dress, then her bra. Finally I pulled off her panties and let my head reach down into her snatch. I kissed it tenderly. All it took were several kisses and she was ready to explode.
"She would have exploded right in my mouth then and there, but I wanted to give her a chance to receive me, which was what I figured she really wanted. I positioned her down on the rug, her legs trembling wildly as she panted for all she was worth. I would have preferred making love to her in the bedroom, but there wasn't time for that. She was raring to go right then and there.
"I let my fingers massage her legs gently as I reared back and pushed my cock inside her. As I stabbed her repeatedly her ass reared back and met my every charge. When she got rolling she became one of the most sexually uninhibited as well as appealing women I had ever had sex with, and there have been quite a few of them.
"After I shot once inside her she began kissing me longingly like the love-starved woman she was. I had her fondle my cock until it was back up to where it had been before. Then I screwed her a second time. After that we went into the bedroom and fell asleep next to each other. In the morning we awakened ready for more action. This time I wanted her to suck my cock. She did a magnificent job of it, after which I went down on her. It was a night and morning to remember."
"So you've been going together ever since and living happily ever after," I concluded.
"Not so fast, my young man," he held up a cautioning hand. "There's more to follow. Before long, after we became very close friends, I mean intimate friends, she started telling me about how tiring it was working at the bank, but how she wished she had some kind of productive endeavor to keep herself busy with. Then I offered her a job with my company."
"What kind of company is that?" my curiosity was really aroused as I took a final swallow from my drink. Eddie Kingsley jumped up from his chair and refilled both our glasses.
Finally he resumed conversation.
"I'd like to work into that gradually, to spare any unnecessary shock," Eddie explained. "I offered your mother a chance to work as a phone receptionist in my big operation. She spent her time working out of an office talking to successful, high quality men setting up appointments. At first she was happy, then she asked if she could have a job in another phase of my company's operations. Well, at first I was startled by the request that she made, but after I-saw how determined she was I gave in."
"For damned sake spare me anymore mystery," I said impatiently.
"Okay, okay. I ... I do hope you'll understand and take the right attitude. You see, Harry, I have what is undoubtedly the highest classed and probably the wealthiest client sex service in the entire West. I don't know of anybody who can match me here in the LA area, and there are only one or two operations in Las Vegas that are in my league."
"You mean you're trying to tell me-" I jumped to my feet in amazement.
"Yes, your mother sells her body and at a very high price. She's very much in demand."
"I don't know what to do, whether I should slug you or what."
"I knew it would come as a surprise to you, but I don't imagine it is nearly as much of a shock now after seeing how uninhibited your mother has been acting."
"No, I guess not," I had to admit.
"Believe me when I tell you, Harry," he leaned forward and looked into my eyes earnestly, "that I didn't do anything to encourage her at all. As a matter-of-fact I actively discouraged, telling her that it would be very hard for her to make such an adjustment, and that if she wanted to get into another line of work I'd see one of my many influential friends in town and try to get her some kind of a challenging job. But she wouldn't hear of it. She wanted to work in a sex capacity. I mean, what could I tell her when she said it would be just the thing to bring her out? There was just no stopping her."
"No, I can see what you mean. Sorry about threatening to slug you."
"Think nothing of it," he smiled. "Anyway, now that you've heard all about where things stand and you know my line of business, maybe we can talk confidentially about you."
"You mean about a job for me?" I laughed.
"I have a challenging position in my company for a personable young man like yourself. I mean, if the prospect of doing something like this wouldn't be offensive to you."
"What's the pay like?"
"Excellent, and the hours are short. Let's face it, a virile, handsome young guy like you spends most of his time, or at least a lot of it, chasing willing girls anyway. Isn't that right?"
"Yeah."
"Well then, this will save you the bother of having to chase them. You'll fuck them, high-classed, good looking women, on a straight referral basis."
"You've just gotta be putting me on," I suddenly burst into an unexplainable siege of laughter.
"Am I? Maybe I can begin showing you right now that I'm not." With that he turned his head toward the hallway and said: "Ginny, can you come down here? Ginny."
Within seconds I heard the patter of footsteps on the stairs. Next thing I knew my dick was as hard as a rock as I stared straight into the eyes of a beautiful blonde who was standing before us naked as the day she was born.
She was the kind of girl that had so much of everything that you could hardly ask for anything more. Her tits were firm and generously endowed, her hips slim and beautifully tapered, her ass tight and compact. On top of that her hair was a glistening blonde and her eyes a fantastic oceanic shade of blue.
"Did you call, Master?" she looked at Eddie and smiled.
"Yes. Would you tell Harry who you work for?"
"Of course." She faced me, a pleasant smile on her face. "I work for Eddie, and do quite well. Actually he's a very kind and understanding boss, and all he wants is a little affection now and then to tide him over, which I'm more than willing to give him."
"From the looks of the way his pecker's sticking out between his pants it looks like our friend Harry could use a little affection from you right now," Eddie observed with a grin.
"My but it looks nice and long," she winked at me suggestively. "Not only that but he's pretty cute."
"Then do something about it," Eddie encouraged.
"Got anything particular in mind?" she asked.
"Yeah, give him one of your patented blow jobs. If that doesn't make him a believer then nothing will."
"Just looking at hers enough to make a believer out of me for life," I said, my heart thumping wildly. I was dying for any kind of contact with this beautiful dame.
"What a sweet thing to say," she cooed as she walked over my way. "I'll give you a suck you'll never forget."
She unzipped my pants and grabbed ahold of my cock.
"C'mon, honey, and sprawl out on the floor," she suggested.
She quickly followed up on the suggestion by pulling on the end of my cock, encouraging me demonstrably to get out of my chair. I got out of it and let her guide me to a point in the middle of the rug, where I sat down.
"Oh what a juicy looking stick," she exclaimed. "Am I ever gonna have a blast getting around that."
She tickled my balls while she ran her fingers over the tip of my prick. It was so hot and excited that I couldn't take much finger exercise without exploding on the spot.
"Let's get into the sucking," I gasped.
"My but you're the impatient one," she laughed. "Can't I just play with this cute little peter for awhile?"
"He's not the one who's so impatient," Eddie exclaimed. "It's his prick that can't wait."
"That's right," I nodded with urgency. "I'm just about ready."
"Then let's do something about that, sweetheart," she said with carefree enthusiasm.
Her fingers went to work on my prick while her tongue glided up and down the pole. Ginny's tempo was rapid without being overly so, smooth and efficient, just the kind of a blow job one would expect to receive from somebody skilled.
"C'mon, baby, keep it up, suck me faster," I gasped. "I'm just about there, just about ready to fill your mouth."
To give her extra kicks I reached around to her cunt, which I began massaging while her tongue was darting around my prick. The longer I fingered her cunt the faster and more frequent her up and down head job movements became.
"Oh, that's it," I gasped. "I'm there, I'm there, ooooohhhhh, ooooohhhhh, ooooohhhhh."
I lay back and relaxed momentarily after my cock had shot. But Ginny wasn't about to let me rest for long. Next thing I knew she was tugging at my hair.
"Hey, let's finish that unfinished work on my cunt," she said. "I want you to suck me."
"Turnabout is fair play," Eddie, very much the interested spectator, laughed loudly.
"Okay, doll, I'd love to taste you," I said.
Ginny couldn't have looked more gorgeous as she sprawled out on her ass, her bushy cunt staring at me. I decided to have some fun with a few preliminaries first, so I let my lips crash against hers several times, then allowed my tongue to enter inside her mouth. After our tongues locked for a few minutes I broke our passionate French kiss. I let my fingers travel down to her pendulous breasts, which I massaged gently with just the right touch.
"Oh, I love the way you handle those tits," she sighed.
"Yes, Harry's a good tits man, along with everything else," Eddie spoke up.
It gave me an added feeling of confidence to hear Eddie, a guy in the know, a man who knew what he was doing either in bed or out, heaping that kind of praise on me. It made me feel more powerful sexually to have him in my corner.
Following a few more smooth finger strokes on her tits, I let my tongue drop down to the voluptuous cleavage which separated them. Up and down my tongue darted as Ginny began gasping noticeably.
"Oh, get into the sucking," she begged. "I need it, I need it right now, right away."
"Okay, baby, you're gonna get it," I promised.
I let my fingers return to her tits while my tongue dropped down to her moist mound, which I set out to make even moister. I probed cautiously at first, giving her the chance to get turned on all at once through a fiery crescendo.
"Suck her, Harry old buddy," Eddie called out.
I took a look at Eddie and noticed that he was still sitting in his chair. The major difference between then and a few minutes before, however, was that before he had had a drink in his hand. Now the drink was resting atop a table as his fingers were being put to use pumping up and down on his prick as he watched me eat out Ginny's box.
"Suck me, honey, I need it, I need your loving," Ginny sighed.
Her legs trembled and my fingers massaged them as my tongue raced frantically, covering every crevice of her snatch. It flipped back and forth wildly until she finally gripped her fingers on my back, let out a huge sigh, and shot a load of pussy into my mouth.
"You're all right, honey," she tucked me on the chin affectionately. "I hope we'll be meeting again."
"I'm hoping that Harry will join our team," Eddie said.
"Great. Hope he does. The girls will really love him. He's something else. I could fuck with him all day and night."
"I'll take you up on that sometime," I grinned, " 'cause there's nobody around I'd want to fuck day and night more than you."
"How sweet."
She kissed my lips fondly.
"Now I'd appreciate it, honey, if you'd let me get my thrills," Eddie pointed to his hard dick.
"How foolish of me," she laughed. "Why sure."
He calmly sat back in his chair and let Ginny take over. She fondled his cock in her fingers for a few minutes, then gradually worked her way into the sucking, spending a few minutes sucking his balls to get him even more in the mood.
But it didn't take much warming up to get Eddie to reach the point where he was ready to shoot. His cock was anxious, as always, for some hot sex. Ginny applied her tongue effectively just as she had with me, flipping it up and down with precision speed.
While she sucked she continued running her fingers around his balls. Before long he delivered his juice into her mouth, making both of them triumphantly happy.
"Mission accomplished," Ginny grinned.
"Is that what you think of this as? A mission?"
"Well, a good mission. The kind a girl really waits to get sent on."
"Do I send you?" Eddie was smiling.
"You'd better believe it."
"That's good. Now, my dear, I'd appreciate it if you'd leave the young man and myself alone. We have some business to talk over."
"Okay. I've really gotta be going anyway."
"Yes, you have an appointment tonight."
"Right, that wealthy director over in Brentwood whose wife is away with the kids."
"Yeah, well you ought take care of him good and proper." He patted her affectionately on the ass.
"I think so," she nodded. Then she turned and gave me a friendly smile. "Nice meeting you, Harry."
"You too, Ginny."
I watched that cute ass flounce sexily as she walked up the stairs. The next sound I heard was water running in the bathroom. Ginny was apparently taking a shower.
"So, what do you think of her?" Eddie asked.
"What do you think? Too much to believe."
"Well, my entire retinue of young ladies are all too much to believe, along with your dear mother. Come upstairs with me and I'll show you."
I followed him upstairs and into a huge bedroom with a magnificent mountain view. He pointed to a series of beaver shots on the wall of the most fantastic looking women I had ever seen. They ranged in age from their early twenties to their early forties. Two faces looked familiar-Mom's and Ginny's.
"Is this an impressive enough stable to suit you?" he looked at me with a straight face as he asked.
"Is it ever."
"You see, if I'm here alone and in danger of going to bed horny I can always look up on the wall aid get all the inspiration a man could ever need to jack off by. And what a feeling of satisfaction to know that you've had sex with each and every one of these beautiful women."
"I guess that would give you quite a thrill."
"Well, my young man, if you apply yourself right there's a good chance you could wind up making every one of them and a number of others besides. After all, you've already scored with two of them."
"Yes, I have."
"So what do you think? Would you like to work for me?"
"Just one question. Would this be straight hetere trade?"
"If you would prefer."
"I'd prefer. I mean if I'm gonna do it at all, it's gonna be just with women. I know all about guys who make a living doing it with other guys."
"I'll respect your wishes there and confine your activities to women. We do have a line of hand some men of all ages. Some of them just make it with women, some make it strictly with other men, and some combine their activities between the two. The same principle applies among the women."
"I imagine that my mother screws women as well as men."
"Yes, as a matter-of-fact she does. How'd you guess?"
"One night I brought a beautiful broad home to lay her and Mom wound up stealing the show from me."
"You can't win 'em all," he chuckled. "Actually our women don't get nearly as many calls from other women for ... servicing as do men from other men. It does happen, though. Now do you have anymore questions? Anything that's bothering you?"
"No, I guess you've explained it all. As a matter-of-fact, you seem to have a gift for explaining it all."
"You're not the only person who has told me that. In fact your mother told me almost the same thing, with one variation."
"What was that?"
"She said I had a way of showing it all."
"I guess she was right there."
We shared a laugh. Ginny stepped out of the bathroom moments later, wearing a bright blue mini and white boots.
"Bye now," she waved to both of us.
"Goodbye," we both said.
"She's a dedicated girl," Eddie exclaimed as she walked down the stairs. "She was kind enough to come over here minutes after I called her last night. I got horny all of a sudden about one in the morning. She hadn't been home long after finishing a customer."
"That's the kind of dedication I like to hear about," I nodded.