Chapter 3
The longer that Shirley put her fingers to work familiarly on my cock, the harder that it became.
"I'm pumping some new life into your prick," she laughed.
"I've got news for you honey. Most of that new life came from sucking your pussy."
"I know. That did get you turned on in a big way, but this is doing it, too. I want your dick one more time. I want to suck you once more before I leave. This is great My husband's out of town for several days. I'm glad that I've got a neighbor boy like you that I can play little games with. Perhaps we can get together again."
"I sure hope so," I said.
While Shirley kept on maneuvering her fingers up and down my cock, I closed my eyes and got set for some thorough sucking. I wanted to be completely ready for her when she put her tongue to work.
"What the hell is going on here?" I heard an embittered, surprised voice cut through the air.
I shuddered at the prospect of facing the person to whom the voice belonged. I was just damned sure that it was my mother, and as I opened my eyes and observed her standing there, looking so self-righteous, her face red, her hands on her hips, I practically flipped.
She couldn't have moved in at a much more damaging moment Well, I guess she could have seen me going down on Shirley, or Shirley actually sucking me. But she sure as hell wasn't so naive that she didn't know what Shirley's next step would be, what with her kneeling there with her fingers perched on my dick.
Shirley dropped my cock like it was a hot potato, turning her head away, not wanting to face my mother.
"This is a disgrace," mom grumbled, her voice shrill and loud. "Get out of here, young lady, and never come back. The idea of you. What a cheap exhibition. How long has this been going on?"
"Honest, Karen, I never balled your son until today," Shirley said. "We just got carried away. You know, it was so warm and all."
"This is incredibly disgusting," she growled. "Get your clothes on. Get out of here. I never want to speak to you again."
At that point mother turned on her heels and walked toward the bedroom, slamming the door shut behind her. She didn't even want to be in the same room with Shirley as she dressed.
I stuck my cock back inside my trousers. It was amazing how fast it wilted, what with the shock of mom's discovery and all.
"I'm so sorry, honey," Shirley said as she quickly put on her clothes. "I had no idea she'd be coming home."
"I didn't either, or else I wouldn't have had you over. I'm the one that should apologize. I'm really sorry, Shirley."
"I guess this ruins a good thing."
"Maybe not."
"Oh, yes," Shirley nodded as she slipped on her shorts. "It has to end now. Your mother will be watching you very closely, and she would never stand for me having sex with you again. She would try and prosecute me for procuring a juvenile delinquent, or something like that."
"Isn't it soliciting?"
"You are a bright young man. Something like that. But we couldn't ever chance it again. I'm sorry."
I felt like about two inches tall as Shirley slipped on her blouse, then got ready to leave. Before she did so, she reached out and kissed me on the fire head.
"You're quite a man," she said. "You're gonna be charming a lot of girls in your time, baby. Take it easy now."
As I saw that cute little ass wiggle as Shirley walked toward the door, I felt damned awful. That was it. Our relationship was over. After it had had no more than an opportunity to get started.
As the door closed, I knew that mom would have plenty more to say to me. I wasn't looking forward to it, believe me.
"Come into my room," her voice boomed loudly as she opened the door just a crack. She had heard Shirley leave. That was the opportunity she had been waiting for.
I walked into the bedroom. My legs felt like lead underneath me. I didn't feel like talking to anybody right then, but most particularly I didn't feel like talking to my mother.
"You disgraced me," mom said tearfully. "It's awful what you just did. Do you realize what a reputation that young woman has around this neighborhood?"
"I think she's pretty cute," I said.
"What she looks like means nothing," mom erupted. "It's terrible. You, a young boy, just into your teens, having sex with a grown woman. It's absolutely disgraceful. Is that how I raised you?"
"No," I gulped.
"Is that how your father raised you."
"No."
"Tell me something. What would have happened if I hadn't come home early? You would have finished, wouldn't you?"
"Yes, we would have had sex."
"If it hadn't been for Mrs. Lane having to go home early and our bridge game having to break up at that point, I wouldn't have caught you. You could have gone on for months carrying on with that woman. Maybe years. I want you to give me a full account of everything that happened. Just what all did you do with that girl?"
"Do I have to talk about it?"
"Yes, you owe me at least that much," she snapped. "I want the truth, all of it. What did you do with her? "
"First of all I asked her in for a glass of iced tea. After that, nature just kind of took its own course."
"Don't give me an answer like that," mom exploded. "You have a free will, just like anybody else. So does she. Don't try and tell me that something forced you to have sex with her. Nothing of the kind. You two wanted to have sex and that was all there was to it. What did you do?"
"She blew me and I sucked her mound."
"That was it?"
"Oh, no, I sucked her ass-hole, too."
"Incredibly disgusting," she shook her head. "You two, carrying on like that in broad daylight. Right in the living room. like two degenerates. Oh, I can't stand to listen to much more of this. So you even performed analingus on her?"
"I what?"
"As you put it, you sucked her ass-hole."
"Sure, she had a sweet ass."
At that point mom completely lost her cool. She jumped up from the bed, darting over toward me and slapping me across the face.
"I don't want any more smart answers," she said.
"I'm just saying that I enjoyed that. I really enjoyed all of it. I didn't see what was so wrong with it."
Once more I got another solid slap across the face from mom.
"I can see that there's just no room for communication between us," she said. "What a disgusting thing you've done. Having sex with that grown woman. I don't want to talk to you at all. I don't want to see you for the next few days. Please just stay out of my way, Jerry. Do you understand me?"
"Yes, mom," I said.
I got up sadly from the chair, then walked into my room. I tried to do a little homework, but couldn't bring myself to do anything. My mind kept on shifting back to my lover Shirley. I was so sorry that I couldn't have had more sex with her. It would have been so beautiful.
Two nights later, as I lay in bed, unable to sleep, there was a knock on my door.
"Yes, who is it?" I asked.
I was a little fearful to say anything, since I knew that my mother was the only person in the house. My old man was out tying one on at a bar, as was becoming his custom more and more these days, and my cute sister was out on another date.
"I want to talk to you," mom said, opening the door and walking inside the room.
She had on a white robe, and she looked damned sexy, even though she had a sad-eyed expression on her face.
Mom was thirty-eight years old, but she had a body that could stack up with anybody of twenty or twenty-five, including Shirley.
I admired mom's bright red hair and could see her curves through the outline of the robe.
She sat on the edge of the bed.
"You know, every woman needs some love," she said. "Maybe I was a little harsh in coming down on you as hard as I did the other day. Just maybe I was too hard on Shirley, too. But I really don't think that for your sake you ought to be carrying on with her. It just isn't good. It could damage your reputation, son. That's what I was concerned about. You're so very young."
"I see your point, mom. You are interested in my welfare. That's all there was to it. There are no hard feelings on my part."
"I'm so very glad to hear you say that," she smiled. It made me feel much better to see her smiling now. The sadness was beginning to leave her face.
"You know, I haven't been getting much in the way of attention from your father for a long time. He's been more interested in drinking than anything else."
"I can see that."
"I guess you're also aware of the fact that if a guy drinks all that much, he's not very good in bed. He just can't get his cock up."
"Yes, I know that."
"I hope you don't mind me talking to you that frank."
"I don't mind it at all. I'm your son. I want to do anything that will help you."
At that point mom reached out and ran her fingers over my forehead. The longer I looked into her bright brown eyes, the sexier she looked. I observed her thick ruby-red lips and wondered what it would be like to pucker up my lips and let them crash against hers.
It was strange all these weird feelings I had going through me. But as she just sat there in that robe, looking so sexy and vulnerable, I couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to engage in sex with her.
"This might seem strange to you, darling, but you're a very appealing young guy," mom said. "You look and act far more mature than most youngsters your age. As a matter-of-fact, if that weren't true I don't think that your dear friend Shirley would have been all that interested. I can see it from her standpoint, too. I guess she just has these strong urges and she needs to satisfy them any way that she can."
"Yeah, that's about the only way to look at it," I nodded.
"I'll just say one thing, baby. I think she picked a very good-looking young man when she picked you."
At that point mom's eyes froze on mine. She leaned her head forward and delivered a solid, searching kiss which caught me right on the lips.
While I remained fervently puckered, she let her lips clash ever so devastatingly against mine.
Just seconds earlier I wondered what it would be like to be kissed by mom. Now I was finding out. Bells were ringing in my head from all of the excitement that she generated as our lips pressed fervently together.
She kept on kissing me for the next few moments, till she finally released her lips from mine.
"I want in your mouth," she said. "I want to French with you."
There I was, still lying there underneath the sheets, getting turned on more and more every second as mom slipped her tongue forward, permitting it to enter inside my mouth.
She stroked my hair with great excitement and determination, letting her tongue sweep passionately against mine.
While the tempo continued to develop between us, she let her tongue clash with mine time and again. The longer she kept up those forceful tongue stabs, the better that we both enjoyed it. She was really splashing her tongue now, getting me so hot that I knew I'd have to get my cock off somehow. It was just a question of how far mom would go. I was convinced that with her tonguing me in the manner that she was at that moment, she would just have to go all the way.
Mom turned her tongue loose from mine, and looked at me with passionate zeal.
"You're just wearing your shorts, right?" she asked.
"That's it."
"And I've just got on a robe. Pardon me, dear."
Mom got up from the edge of the bed. She reached out and undid the sash of her robe, then pulled it off of her.
She had nothing on beneath the robe aside from her panties and bra. I couldn't help but admire the smooth and supple hardness of mom's body. She had the same kind of satiny skin that Shirley possessed.
"You sure have taken good care of yourself," I told her.
"I'm proud of my body, baby. I've been desired by a lot of men in my life."
"I'll just bet you have," I chuckled.
She reached out and, with a stroke of great impatience, unstrapped her bra, letting it fall freely to the floor.
I got my first chance to examine her beautiful naked breasts at that point. They looked superb, standing out there so tall, so graceful, so beautiful.
She wasn't wasting any time. No sooner did she remove her bra than she decided it was time to do the same thing with her panties. So she slipped them down her legs, stepping out of them ever so eagerly, desiring to please me in every way that she knew how.
"I've got a pretty cute pussy, isn't that right?" she looked at me and smiled.
"It's a delicious-looking mound," I said. "Just the kind a guy dreams of sucking."
"Is it as nice as your friend Shirley's pussy?"
"Oh, yeah, every bit as nice. But we don't have to be thinking of Shirley. Let's just think about us. Isn't that what's important?"
"You're very right. Right now I think that means everything. We want to make each other happy."
I observed her rust-colored pubic hairs, then reached out with my right hand and allowed my fingers to toy with her hair.
"Touch my pussy hair," she laughed. "That's the kind of attention I like. Oh, that's what your father used to do for me. Back in the days when he was still interested in sex. Before he developed this terrible craving for the bottle. Keep moving your fingers over my snatch hairs, baby. Ah, you're tickling them."
I threw off the covers, my heart palpitating vigorously as I let my fingers fly over her cunt hairs.
"Start slipping your fingers into my mound now," she said.
I let my fingers dart against her snatch. All it took were a few strokes and she started getting carried away. Her whole body twisted. I could see that she actually needed it a whole lot more than Shirley had.
"Play with my snatch," she called out excitedly. "Ah, this is so wonderful, dear. You know just the kind of movements that are going to make me happy."