Chapter 3

When Clint went home he thought it best to slip in quietly. He didn't make a sound as he noiselessly put the key in the door and unlocked it. It swung open quietly and he locked it again. Going upstairs to his bed he took off his shoes so as not to disturb his mother.

Just as he had gotten in his room and finished undressing and pulled off his shorts, as he always slept in the nude, his mother walked in. Standing there in a negligee he could see the outline of her body easily. The full moon provided plenty of light even though he had made it a point not to turn on the light.

"Why didn't you come in and tell me what happened tonight?" Marilee demanded.

"I didn't want to wake you up, mom," he said casually.

"I like to know what my boy is doing," she said walking over to him and reaching for his cock.

As she pulled on it a couple of times it got hard.

"This needs taking care of, dear," she smiled, "Let mom lick it."

Before the young boy knew what was happening his mother was on her knees. She pulled his huge shaft to his lips and started licking and sucking on it.

"Oh, mom," he half whimpered, "that feels good. But you shouldn't be blowing me."

Marilee's mouth moved up and down on her son's slick shaft. She enjoyed seeing its saliva-slickened surface as she pulled back and forth. She could hardly wait for that moment of creamy climax when he would slam his juice into her mouth.

"Oh, suck it for me," he finally begged her, "come on, mom, suck the juice out of my dick. Suck it for me."

Her young son's frantic pleas as he fucked her face in regular hard movements got her going. She moved back and forth quickly. The slippery cock tasted good to her. She wanted to have his sperm spill in her mouth.

"Eat it," he begged, "oh, mom, I want you to drain my prick. My balls are loaded. Come on, suck me.

Just then Marilee had an idea. She wanted to have him beg for it. She was outraged to think that he was going out with another girl. She pulled her mouth off his penis and got to her feet. Then glaring at him she exclaimed, "Why did you leave me tonight?"

"I was going out with a girl my own age, mom," he explained.

"I can give you anything she can," she insisted, "and I can give it to you better."

To prove her point Marilee slid out of her filmy negligee. As her great bosoms stood there the erect nipples fascinated him.

"Get on the bed, son," she told him, "and I'll show you a thing or two."

He got on the bed.

"On all fours," she suggested, "with your ass up to meet my tongue."

He bent over all the way and then he spread his legs so she could let her tongue slide down his ass crack.

At first she just massaged his buttocks. It felt fantastic. She reached around to the front of him and pulled on his penis in a milking motion.

"That feels good, mom," he said a bit shyly.

She didn't reply. She was too busy licking his ass cheeks. He loved the feel of her tongue sliding all around his ass cheeks.

Then she did something he really enjoyed. She pressed her beautiful bosoms against his firm round buttocks.

"I like that," he exclaimed, "your tits are soft."

"Son," she told him happily, "it feels good to press against your hard ass."

Pulling her bosoms away she let her tongue slip and slide all around his ass crack.

"Stab it up there," he asked eagerly, "eat my ass out. Suck it."

She had brought Clint to the point she had wanted to. He was begging for it.

"Lick my ass-hole," he insisted, "Lick it, mom."

Her tongue whipped around his tight anal opening. Suddenly she stiffened her tongue and stabbed forward. He loved the feeling of the sliding tongue.

"Eat my ass-hole," he exclaimed anxiously, "eat my ass out."

The tongue stiffened and stabbed still farther. She reached for his cock once more and began the milking motion. He was tingling with excitement at this stage of the game.

"Oh, mom," he bubbled enthusiastically, "that's just how I like it. You know just how to do it. Do me.

It was amazing to Clint that a tongue slipping up his ass-hole could be so exciting. He had always protected his behind. He had heard in high school about boys who would let other boys fuck their ass-hole. He had always managed to be virgin ass. He'd never thought of anyone licking it. But now that mom eas eating out his ass he understood why people could say, "Suck my ass."

Marilee knew when it was time to pull off. She could tell from the way he was trembling that his pecker was about to explode. She didn't want him to waste all that precious juice on the sheet.

He moved his legs so she could get underneath him and grip his cock. It didn't take Marilee long to suck. Hastily wrapping her hot mouth around the head of his shaft, she worked down on it. She tickled his balls as she went on going from the top of his cock to the base of its shaft.

"Oh, mom," the young boy gasped in excitement, "Let me deep throat fuck you. I like to slip it way down. Oh, yes, like that. Oh, mom, let me throat fuck you."

The head of Clint's cock caressed his mother's throat. It felt so good to him he almost got his gun off. He knew that he had to calm down if he was going to make it last.

"Oh, mom," he moaned, "Let me pull back. I want to get it in your mouth so I can feed you my sperm."

He pulled his cock from her throat and let it remain in her mouth so she could use her tongue on it and when he would get his rocks off she would have her chance to suck his seed.

"Suck it," he begged, "suck, mom. Suck my dick."

She was happy when she pressed on his prostate gland, letting her finger slide up his ass-hole, that he came. His hot white cream shot in a steady stream.

"Eat me" he insisted. "Oh, mom, get all the juice. Suck it out."

It was amazing to him how talented she was with her tongue. For she would lash at the head of it until more sperm would spurt.

Finally it tickled.

"You drained it, mom," he informed her flatly.

Marilee released her mouth grip on his cock. She looked up at him as he rolled over and lay down on his back.

"I am so happy that you let me suck you tonight," she told him. "I was afraid that you had been balling that worthless young girl. I know who it is."

"What do you know about her?" he demanded.

"I have my sources," she smiled smugly, "and she's no damn good. She was going with a juvenile delinquent named Eddie."

"I don't like you spying on me," he told her emphatically, "I want to do my own thing. Do you understand, mom?"

"You needn't be rough with me," she said softly, "after all, I am your mother."

"You forget it most of the time," he shrugged. "You want to be my lover."

"I am your lover," she announced proudly as she reached down and toyed with his limp cock.

"Yes," he nodded, "and I'm a no-good mother fucker."

"Oh, baby," she said nervously, "you should never talk like that. I'm not ashamed of anything I've done and you shouldn't be either."

"I didn't say I was ashamed of being a mother fucker," he countered with a laugh, "I just said that's what I was."

"I would prefer thinking of myself as your sex teacher," she smiled.

"Yeah," he gulped. "Most kids' moms teach them how to screw. Right?"

"Don't be sarcastic," she said disgustedly, "not until you can tell me what's the best way to ass fuck."

The young boy scratched his head. "What is the best way to ass fuck?" he asked her frankly.

"You see," she shrugged nervously, "You don't know anything. Everyone who knows anything about screwing understands that KY is the finest lubricant to put on the penis."

"Never heard of it," he told her honestly.

"Come down to my bedroom, dear," she suggested, "and I will introduce you to a few facts of life."

He followed his mother to her bedroom. As he watched her ass cheeks wiggling he knew he wanted to stick his cock up there.

"You see," she smiled as she pulled open a dresser drawer and pulled out a tube of KY, "you coat your cock with this slippery stuff. It works wonders."

As he stood there she reached for his cock and massaged the surface with the KY lubricant. Soon it was slippery and ready to slide.

"I see what you mean," he nodded. "It's ready."

His cock was quivering. Reaching under him she tickled his balls.

"You know just how to touch me," he told her. "You're tremendous at it."

She did this a moment or two and then she decided it was time for them to get into the act.

"Now I have read," she said, "that watching in a mirror makes some men get excited. Would you like to watch your big slippery cock sliding up my ass-hole, son?"

"I'd love to, mom," he grinned.

She arranged herself on the bed and angled the mirror before she got on the bed so that he could easily see his penis sliding into her bare buttocks.

"I want you to give me a real good fuck," he told her, "you know the kind I mean."

Grasping her ass-cheeks he flipped his slippery mainstem between them. With a hard jab forward he rode up her ass-hole.

"Fuck it," he told her, "fuck.'-'

The big penis rode up her ass rhythmically. It hurt for a moment when it slipped past the tight anal ring. After that it was pure pleasure. All the way.

"Oh, beautiful, mom," he exclaimed happily, "it feels great." He bent over and let his chest touch her back.

Then he gripped her bosoms. As he went on humping her ass-hole he played with her breasts.

"You use your fingertips to pinch the nipples, dear," she suggested.

Clint pinched so hard she howled with pain.

"Not like that, darling," she objected strenuously, "do it easy."

When she took it easy she was happy.

"That's it," he told her, "now you're doing it the way I like it."

With good driving stabs he rode up her rectum.

"Fuck me," he begged her, "fuck. That's how I want you to do it. Fuck it."

The intense pleasure that he experienced now persisted. His big penis plunged up her ass-hole vigorously.

"Fuck it," he told her, "fuck. That's how you do it. Fuck it off."

She was using her sphincter muscle effectively. A milking motion on the head of his shaft brought him almost there.

"Slow down, mom," he told her, "make it last."

It was difficult for Marilee to slow the tempo of her ass grabbing motions. For she was so stimulated herself she wanted to go on fucking.

"Oh, wow!" he panted as he plunged his cock in up to the hilt. His big balls bounced on her bare buttocks as he got his gun off.

"I'm cuming," he exclaimed excitedly. "Oh, mom, I made it."

She loved the excitement and frenzy he felt as he juiced in her rectum.

She continued pumping, using her ass muscles vigorously, squeezing all of the cream from him.

When he finally had released his load he pulled out slowly.

He lay back and she looked at him lovingly. "You and I were meant for each other, tiger," she told him.

"I guess so," he admitted. "It's as natural as anything for me to turn on with you, mom."

"If it's natural, then it can't be wrong," she smiled happily.

They lay there together and she put her arm around him. All of the sudden it seemed as if he was no longer her son but her husband. How she wished she'd given in to her husband's bizarre sexual requests. She could see how easy it was to satisfy a man when she threw over all inhibitions.

The following day she got up early and fixed her son a big breakfast.

"Mom," he told her, "I've been thinking about last night. I wish we didn't live around this town. Everybody knows us."

"They don't know we're lovers though," she told him quickly. "I like it here. I don't want to move."

"I just feel funny about it," he said, "and I can't understand it. When we're both bare ass naked in bed it's all right. But after I've gotten my rocks off it seems all wrong."

As she placed the scrambled eggs and bacon before him and poured him a glass of orange juice she smiled understandingly.

"Most men are like that, dear," she said, "after you get what you want, you don't want it."

She tugged at his ear playfully. As he hurried off to school he still thought it would be a good idea for them to get out of that city. For he knew that sooner or later somebody would find out. A label would be pinned on them and it would be enough to make him want to kill himself.

That morning he had a sex education class and it was the last thing he wanted to hear about. The female teacher was going on at a great clip about the disgusting young people of today.

"Back in my day," she began, "Long before the sex revolution, a girl was considered a no-good slut if she would have sex before marriage."

There was stark silence and then one girl burst out laughing.

"What are you laughing at, Sally?" the teacher demanded angrily.

"What you said," Sally giggled, "I mean, not going to bed with a guy before you get married. Those must have been the dark ages, Teach."

"I'm sorry," the teacher snapped indignantly, "that you have a twisted sense of humor, Sally. Those were days of enlightenment. Today we're going into a very ugly scene."

"I don't think so at all," one boy volunteered. "I mean, if a guy wants a gal to go down on him, what's wrong with it?"

"The technical term is fellatio," the teacher snapped, "and I don't think we should be discussing fellatio in the sex education course."

"What about pussy eating," a girl asked her openly.

"That is technically called cunnilingus," the teacher told her flatly, "and we are not going to discuss any of these things."

"It's not a sex education," one boy said evenly, "it's a fraud."

"The only thing that's a fraud," the teacher shrieked, "is that pregnancy class. I've heard about you girls that want to get in that class. Certainly you're going to get welfare and get some help. But it's no way to live."

"Why not?" Dorothy said as she looked down at her already pregnant tummy.

"If some of you want to stay after class and talk to me," the teacher said, "you may. Before the entire class we're not going to get into these personal matters."

The class shuffled around and the period was over. However, young Clint wanted to talk to his teacher.

"Yes, Clint, what is it?" she asked when they were alone.

"How many times can a cat get his gun off in the nut?"

"I don't think that's relevant," she informed him.

"What is relevant?" he stammered.

"Don't you learn anything at this school?" the teacher said as she bent over to pick up the papers and pay no more attention to him.

"Sure I've learned a few things," he told her. "I've learned to be pretty good at learning how to measure bosom size at a glance. You've got thirty-eights, haven't you?'

"Remarkable," the teacher shrugged, "that is my bra size."

"How about your pussy size?" he smiled shyly.

"Are you making an indecent proposal?" the teacher said tightly.

"I'll cunnilingual you," he chuckled, "anytime you want me to."

"The word for pussy eating," the teacher said in a very sophisticated manner, "is cunnilingus. And don't you forget it."

"I won't," he chuckled, "Let me cunnilingal you."

At this point young Clint got the surprise of his life.

"All right but let me close the door first," the teacher said as she turned around and went to lock both classroom doors.

Returning she pulled down her panties and spread her legs wide.

"Is this what you're interested in?" she demanded.

"Yes, it is," he admitted.

"All right," she agreed, "then on your knees, big boy, and start licking."

He got on his knees and began sucking on her snatch. The hot tongue pumped into her vagina.

"Eat my pussy," she panted, "that's it, tiger. Oh, you've got a turned on tongue. Stab it in there. All the way, lover. Ohhh, your teacher loves it. Eat it. Oh, wow!"

The teacher locked her legs around him now and pushed her pelvis forward. It was amazing to Clint how eager she was for him to suck her pussy. It was a privilege he figured and he was happy that she wanted him.

"Ohhh, baby," she gripped his head, "somebody's already taught you how to suck snatch. You do it like a pro."

He was licking hungrily now. And the teacher was delighted.

"Eat it, baby," she begged anxiously, "that's how you do it. Come on, tiger, eat my pussy."

Moment by moment he was getting more excited.

"Oh, baby," her voice boomed, "suck that sweet snatch. Suck it off."

Just then his tongue whipped around her love button and the teacher gushed. She held him pinned to her pussy as she finished juicing.

"Oh, lover," she said, "what a tongue. Who taught you?"

When he pulled his tongue out of the teacher's pussy he laughed.

"You'd never believe me if I told you," he chuckled.

"Try me for size," she said, "I've heard everything. Don't tell me you're another mother fucker. I can't stand that kind."

"Oh, no," he said, "that's kid stuff."

"You bet your ass it is," she said, "but we get that type, too. A lot of them want to cry on my shoulder."

"What do you do to help the kids?" he asked, wondering how cold-hearted she was.

"I tell them to go down on my snatch and take care of me there and I'll discuss it later," she laughed.

"You're not much of a teacher, are you?" he shrugged.

"You're not much of a student either," she snapped, "and from what you've told me I wouldn't be surprised if you were a mother-fucking pussy eater. I've had too many of those big babies. It's disgusting to me."

That got him burned up. He walked away from the teacher but she tugged him back.

"Aren't you gonna give me a chance to blow you?"

"Forget it," he said angrily as he stormed out of her classroom.