Chapter 9
While Brad enjoyed sex with his mother it still made him feel strange. When a new girl showed up at school he figured it might be a good idea to form her friendship.
"Liza," he smiled, "I want to introduce myself. I'm Brad Jackson."
"I'm Liza Smith," she smiled, "and I'm pleased to meet you, Brad."
"Where do you come from?" he asked her.
"Boston," she smiled. "It's a very proper town."
"That's what I've heard," he laughed.
After they walked a few steps on the high school campus, Brad got up the nerve to ask her for a date.
"Say, what are you doing next Saturday night?" he asked.
"Nothing," she said nonchalantly.
"You can have a date with me if you want to," he grinned shyly. "How about a drive-in movie?"
"I'd love to, Brad," she assured him.
He got her name, phone number and address, and told her he'd pick her up around seven-thirty on Saturday night. Liza was happy but Brad's mother wasn't.
"What kind of a girl is it who'll accept your first proposal of a date?" she demanded.
"You're flashing green, mom," Brad warned her.
"I know what you're going to do at that drive-in," she told him, "you're going to have sex with her."
He was getting so uptight over what his mother had to say, he decided to cancel his date.
"All right, mom," he said, "if it's gonna get you so disgusted, I'll forget it. Okay?"
"You're talking sense now, son," she said. "You and I could have a good time this week-
end."
"Sure," he said, "lots of fun."
It was becoming difficult for him to figure out how to get away from his mom. She always had a new thing going. That evening, she really surprised him when she told him that she wanted to try something out on him.
"What on earth have you got now?" he asked her.
"I bought this for you, dear, as a birthday present," she smiled.
"What is it?" he asked.
"If you promise you'll never tell anybody," she said, "I'll give it to you."
"No, I won't tell anybody," he assured her.
"It's an automatic cock-sucking machine," she smiled proudly.
"A what?" he asked in disbelief.
"You heard me right, dear," she smiled. "It blows you automatically. All you have to do is slip the rubber nozzle over the head of your prick. Then of course you must plug it in. It operates on batteries, too. You can get a blow job while you're in your car going to school."
"Mom," he smiled, "what a thoughtful thing for you to do. I'm gonna try it out right now."
"All right," she said, "we might as well."
They went into the bedroom together and he unwrapped the package. He was surprised to see the rubbery nozzle.
"Do you think this thing has any grip?" he asked.
"Certainly, dear," she said, "they're factory tested."
"How do you know?"
"It says so on the box," she said. "It said that for thirty days they tested thirty different men. They hired them all to come in and slip the nozzle of the automatic cock-sucker on their pecker. Then it proved that it worked, giving them all orgasms."
"What a beautiful idea," he smiled.
"And while you're getting loved that way, dear," she said, "how would you like to eat mamma's pussy?"
"Is that part of the birthday present, too?" he chuckled.
"With honey on it," she said.
They began undressing and momentarily Brad had misgivings about what he was doing. When his mother came in with the honey container with a nozzle and her hand squeezing her, he asked her, "Do you think we're normal?"
"Normal as blueberry pie," she said. "Now, dear, you lie right down there and slip that nozzle over the head of your cock."
Young Brad stretched out on the bed on his back. Reaching over, he slid the rubbery nozzle of the automatic cock-sucker over his penis. His mother watched as he did so and then she plugged it into the wall.
"It has two speeds," she suggested, "and you turn it on slow to begin. You can turn it on fast when you're ready to explode."
"Say that feels great, mom," he enthused.
"I knew you'd love it," she said. "It's wonderful what these people can do."
"Sure is," he told her.
As he lay back and enjoyed himself, his mother straddled him. Pressing her behind on his chest, she smiled down at him.
"Dear," she said, "lick the honey before you nibble on the love button. When you nibble my love button I always juice."
"I know that, mom," he said, "do you think I'm an amateur pussy-eater?"
"Of course not," she smiled. "You're a real pro."
As she pressed her pussy lips over his mouth, his hot tongue suddenly swept out and he began licking. The intense pleasure of his tongue reaching in her vagina had her trembling. Pulling out momentarily, he looked up and asked her, "What's wrong?"
"You've got mamma turned on," she assured him. "Nothing is wrong, baby. It's right."
With enthusiasm she vigorously forced her vagina over his face. At the same time she reached down to guide his head. He loved the feel of her fingers running through his wavy hair as he sucked at her snatch.
"Oh," Liz groaned in delight, "yes, lick me. Oh, baby, love your mamma."
Her voice was full of emotion as her young son sucked at her pussy.
The promise of pussy juice spurred his tongue on, while at the same time the delightful sensations that he was feeling in his penis as the automatic cock-sucking machine pulled on his dick, brought him closer to climax, too.
Glancing in the mirror, Liz gazed at her son and herself. It was an erotic sight. However, she realized that if her husband ever caught either of them doing such a thing he would probably kill them both. How absurd, she thought, as they were only bringing pleasure to each other.
When he had finished eating the honey from her pussy, he nibbled at her clit. She suddenly gushed. As the hot trickle of pussy juice surged into his mouth, he sucked.
"Suck my pussy," she panted passionately, "eat me, baby. Eat mamma's box."
At the same instant he felt his cock being sucked to climax. He wanted to cry out in delight as he felt himself being sucked in automatically.
"Suck me," Liz panted, "there's more there, baby. Keep sucking. Stick your tongue way up there. Oh, ah, yes, yes, baby, more."
Her passionate frenzy made him shoot again.
When Liz moved from her position on top of him, she patted him on the cheek.
"That was beautiful, baby," she told him. "Your mother loves you so much."
Bending over, she kissed him on the cheek.
He looked at the automatic sucking machine and saw his creamy juices spurting down the side of his cock.
"That sucking machine works," he told her. "That was a real nice birthday gift."
"It was something practical," she smiled.
There was something that bothered Liz and she felt she had to tell her son about it.
"What's wrong, mom?"
"How could you tell something was troubling me?" Liz asked.
"I just know," he explained.
"It's true, dear," she said, "something is bothering me. You know if you make love like you just made to me with your female part-, ners, you will not score."
"What do you mean?" he asked.
"You were too quick," she said. "In your desire to please me you went overboard. A woman wants to have her pussy licked slower. Plunge the tongue in there and lightly lick the linings of the vagina. It's sensitive, baby, and that's all I can say."
"You mean I didn't do a good pussy-eating job?" he asked, obviously disturbed by her criticism.
"I didn't say that, dear," she said, almost in tears.
"Why are you upset, mom?" he demanded angrily.
"Because I want to make you happy so much, son," she said, "that it tortures me to criticize your pussy-eating. But I must if you're ever going to develop into an expert who will drive women up the wall."
"That's what I want to be," he said. "I want to be known as a tongue man who can turn any woman on."
"I know, baby," she said, "and I want to help you toward your goal."
As she looked at him she recognized he was getting hot again just thinking about it.
"Baby," she said, "doesn't that cock of yours ever go down?"
"When I look at you, mom, it's difficult," he explained frankly.
"What would you like to do next?" she asked, eager to lure him into another sex act.
"I'd really like to fuck your asshole," he told her.
"That's another thing I'll have to tell you about," she said softly. "You're not too good at anal sex."
"Anal sex, what's that?" he asked.
"They certainly don't teach you kids anything at school," she said. "Anal refers to the behind. And anal sex is a technical term used by sexologists like Carter Livingstone."
"Who's he?" he asked his mother.
"Carter Livingstone is one of the most distinguished sexologists in this city," she said. "I will admit I've been consulting with him."
"It's all right to consult with him," he said, "but I don't want you fucking him."
"You know I wouldn't do a thing like that," she said. "What kind of a mother do you think I am?"
"Carter says that it is a lot of fun to make a game out of anal sex. He suggests that we crawl around the room like animals. It adds to the pleasure. Some people even wear masks."
"What do you have to do all that crap for?" he demanded.
"It just makes it more exciting, baby," she explained.
Getting on the floor, Liz demonstrated. She went around the bedroom on all fours, making strange sounds.
"Have you gone whacky, mom?" he demanded.
"Of course not," she smiled. "I just want you to enjoy getting your ass fucked the most."
"All right, if it'll make you happy," he said, "I'll crawl around on the floor to get your fuckin' ass."
Before he could get on the floor, Liz got to her feet.
"We've got to use some good surgical jelly," she said, "and no more of this spitting in your hand and rubbing it on your cock. That isn't good at all. Carter says always use this jelly to help it slide in smoothly."
"All right, mom," he said, becoming disgusted with all of the preliminaries.
"I hope that's the last thing I have to do before I can get up your ass," he said disgustedly as he began squeezing the tube of surgical jelly into his hand so he could apply plenty of lubrication to his cock.
"Take it easy, baby," she said, "slow down. That's very important, especially when you enter my asshole."
She got on the floor and began crawling around. As she did so her young son, Brad, decided that he would add some music to the procedure. Turning on a rock station, he smiled at her.
"We'll fuck in time to this rock music," he grinned at her.
"We've got everything but the red lights," she said. "But I guess we can skip those this time."
He turned out the lamp beside the bed and it was dark now. With the sound of the rock music and no sight of his mother, he searched for her on all fours. Finally, he overtook her. Throwing his arms around her, he mounted her.
"Hold your ass still," he said as he eased his slippery cock up her tight anal opening.
"Ouch," she complained, "you're hurting me."
"If you'd hold still a minute," he said, "instead of wiggling all over the place, I could get this prick up your butt."
At last Brad drove his slippery cock up his mother's tight behind.
"Oh, wow!" he panted, as he pumped into her. "What an ass! You're nice and tight."
"Sure I am," she turned back to tell him, "that's because I haven't let everybody do it to me there."
"Feels fantastic," he said, as his balls slapped against her bare behind as she wiggled.
"Grab it," he told her, "grab my prick. Use your ass muscles."
Vigorously using the muscles in her behind he gave her son's sliding shaft a work-out that had him trembling with passionate pleasure.
"I can't stand it," he panted, "fuck. Fuck. Do you hear that music beat? Fuck to the music."
In the darkness the two of them enjoyed the rock music that provided excellent background fuck music.
"Fuck it," he panted, "fuck. Fuck. Twist it. Oh, ah, yes, yes!"
The thick, pulsating, stabbing cock exploded high up her rectum.
"I'm cuming," he cried excitedly, "oh, mom, I made it."
A steady stream of hot cum shot up her behind as he continued pumping in and out of her twisting asshole.
"Oh, ah, yes. Don't stop now. One more time!"
She squeezed his cock and churned her ass around one more time as her son completed climaxing.