Chapter 10

Pulling out of her behind, some of his cum dripped on the carpet.

"Turn that light on," she said, "I can't see where anything is."

He turned on the night stand lamp and saw a trail of white cum.

"That rock music added a lot of pleasure."

"It certainly did," she agreed. "Your father used to like to fuck to music, too. He was crazy about those African fertility drums."

"Never heard of them," he said.

"Aren't you taking Black History?" she asked. "African fertility drums are used all the time by the natives."

"No wonder they're restless so much of the time/' he said.

"Honey," she smiled, "you're dripping. Why don't you get in the bathtub and let mamma bathe you."

"I'm a big boy now," he said.

"That's why it would be more fun to bathe you, dear," she told him.

Liz was practical. While her young son was waiting for the tub to fill up she hastily took a washcloth to the sink and let some water fall into it so she could return and clean up his sperm.

Once she had the tub fairly full, she began washing him.

"This is silly, mom," he complained.

"No, it isn't, dear," she said. "Do you want to be like those dreadful hippies who never bather

"No," he said.

It gave him a feeling of chagrin and embarrassment as her great bosoms brushed over him as she bent over to wash his genitals.

"I can be licking your nipples while you're washing my cock," he said.

"If you want to," she smiled as he let his tongue sweep over her nipples and he sucked.

He was getting a hard-on in the tub as his mother fondled his balls and his cock.

"Why don't you pump it for me?" he smiled.

"I don't want to jack you off," she said. "I prefer sucking you off."

"I like that better, too," he smiled at her.

He enjoyed the sight of her hand going up and down in the water. It was obvious to him she was deriving a great degree of pleasure doing what she was doing.

"You got a beautiful body, mom," he told her.

"Thank you, son," she said softly.

It was evident to him that she was enjoying herself immensely. But he thought she was carrying it too far.

Finally, she released his penis and he got out of the tub and dried off. He went to bed that night and all he could think about was finding some young chick his own age. He was determined that he was going to get one to do things with him. He would have to keep it quiet from his mother. If he could tell her that he was going somewhere else maybe he could get by with it. Finally, he found a buddy at school he thought could be trusted. And that Friday he asked him confidentially, "Could you help me out?"

"How?" Alan demanded.

"This way," he said. "I want my mom to think I'm over at your place doing my school work."

"What are you gonna do?"

"I'm gonna be balling a chick," he told him.

"Who?" he asked.

"Can't tell you right now," he admitted.

"And why not?" he demanded.

"Because I haven't found her yet," he said.

"Well, there's Judy who lives next door to me, who gives great blow jobs for ten bucks," he said.

"How about eating her pussy?"

"That costs five more," he said.

"The price is right," he agreed. "But what does she look like? Is she an old wreck?"

"Not at all," he said, "she's a widow who lives next door and she likes young boys. But Judy charges. She has to earn a living some way."

"Great," he said, "I want to meet Judy."

"You come over to my place Sunday night around seven and I'll set it up."

"You're on the ball," he told him, "that is the kind of girl I need to meet. A girl who needs sex."

"She's not a girl," he admitted, "she's an older gal. Probably twenty-five or thirty, who knows? But it doesn't make any difference. She's built and she does everything."

"Lick ass, too?"

"That's twenty-five bucks," he said.

"Forget it," he told him. "I'll have to stick to cock-sucking and pussy-eating."

When Brad got home that afternoon he told his mother that he wanted to amount to something.

"I'm glad to hear you say this," she said. "Why all of this inspiration?"

"Alan," he said. Before he could finish his sentence his mother was on him.

"Have you fallen in love with Alan?" she demanded.

"Knock it off, mom," he said, "you look at everything from a sexual context."

"One has to these days," she said. "You can't be too careful. People are streaking all over the place, dykes are getting married and boys are finding lovers in other boys. I always say that a good mother will protect her son any way she knows how."

"You consider yourself a good mother?"

"Of course I do," she said. "Haven't I taken care of everything you need?"

"Including sex," he half-smiled.

"Certainly," she said, "at least I keep my pussy clean. That's more than can be said for some of the trash at the school where you go, dear."

She was getting acid-tongued now and he was bitter.

"Knock it off, mom," he said, "you sure like to knock other people, don't you?"

"Do I?" she smiled at him.

"You bet your ass you do," he said, "and I don't appreciate it. Alan is going to help me study the new math."

"Maybe I should go over there and learn something about the new math, too," she suggested.

Instantly, he recoiled. He knew that would never work.

"Look, dear," she said, "don't be absurd. There isn't any reason why your mother can't join you."

"Yes, there is," he said, "I gotta have some privacy."

"Privacy for you and Alan?"

"Knock it off," he said, getting angry, going to his bedroom, and slamming the door.

Half an hour later she called out to him.

"I've got some iced tea for you, honey," she said.

"You know I don't like iced tea," he said. "I dig chocolate milk."

"I know," she said, "but I don't think milk is good for everybody."

Sunday evening at seven, Brad went over to Alan's place. Alan was only too eager to introduce him to Judy.

"Let's split," he said, "Judy is dying to meet you."

He went next door and was jolted when he walked in to Judy's place and saw her sitting on a red velvet sofa, stark naked. Her red nipples matched the sofa perfectly. Her red lips were parted and it was obvious she was loaded.

"And who is this young lover?" she asked Alan.

"Meet Brad," he smiled.

"Come over here, Brad," she told him. "I want to meet you."

Brad went over to her and extended his hand. She didn't take his hand but instead unzipped his fly and pulled out his penis. She stroked it and pumped it.

"Glad to meet you," she smiled at the penis and, planting a kiss on its head, she nodded.

"He's not bad, but he has to pay, too," she said. "I've got to earn a living. I don't believe in being on welfare."

Immediately, he flipped a ten her way. And then she let her tongue lash lightly over the head of it. It was obvious to him that his buddy was getting a charge out of it. Alan, who had locked tiie door, was undressing.

"You're not going to have sex with me, too?" he laughed, as his buddy stripped and came over to where he was.

"No way," he said, "but when Judy finishes blowing your cock off, she's gonna eat mine, too."

Judy was sucking vigorously on young Brad's extended prick. Brad watched her mouth move the length of his cock and he delighted in her playing with his balls.

"Fuck it," he told her, "fuck. Keep it up. Fuck it."

The hot pleasure that swept through her body as Brad shoved his cock down her throat was increased when she reached for his belt and unfastened his pants. Apparently she wanted to get his pants and shorts off as well.

She had to move her mouth off his cock to pull down his shorts. As she did so she exclaimed breathlessly, "What a prick."

Brad was proud now and when his buttocks were bare and her hands were grasping his ass cheeks and her mouth was moving over the length of his penis, he reached down to guide her head.

"Suck it," he panted, "suck my cock off. That's how you do it, baby. Eat my dick. Suck it. Suck that cock. Keep sucking, baby. Suck it. Suck that cock."

Alan was getting so stimulated by hearing him ask his widow lover to eat his cock that he began jacking off. With one hand on his penis and the other cupping his balls, he pulled evenly in time to his buddy who was getting his cock blown.

"You're gonna get a big load," he promised her. "My balls are swelling. See them? Oh, baby, you're gonna love it. The cream is in there. Suck me. Suck it. Suck that dick."

The hot cream spurted out of his penis head as she finished the suck job.

When she slid her mouth off him she leaned back and laughed.

"I should pay for that," she laughed. "Some of the nicest cream I ever sucked out of a cock."

It pleased Brad to be complimented. And it didn't hurt him one bit to tell Judy what a great blow job artist she was.

"Got to hand it to you, Judy," he told her, "you sure know how to give cock sucks."

"That's quite a compliment," she smiled. "I imagine a good-looking well-hung young stud like you has had a lot of action."

"My share," he winked.

Alan wasn't going to wait any longer.

"All right," Judy said, "you're next."

Alan handed her five. This upset Brad.

"I thought the price of a cock suck was ten," he objected.

"If you bring someone," Judy explained, "it drops to five."

"I guess I'll have to go around school looking for horny guys, Judy," he said, "so I can bring them to you."

"I wish you would," Judy admitted. "What with inflation and all, I need all the blow job work I can get."

Suddenly, Judy went into a diatribe against the price of meat.

"I haven't had a steak in two weeks," she complained. "Those cattle men are complaining but I am, too."

"I want to feed you my meat right now," Alan insisted.

"Hold your balls," she said, "I know the whole world is one big meat market, but you don't have to rush me, do you?"

Alan had to watch how he handled the sexy widow. At times she could be difficult He didn't say another word and she began massaging his buttocks and opened her mouth as he slipped his cock shaft into her.

"Suck it, Judy," he panted, "suck. That's the way I like it. Let me rub it on the back of your throat."

Alan massaged the head of his shaft on the back of Judy's throat Grabbing her head, he guided her with forceful thrusts.

"Keep it up," he panted, "that's the way to do it All the way. Yes, gobble it"

It was a pleasure to see Judy with her mouth fall of his penis. He enjoyed seeing her cheeks sucked in as she prepared to swallow him.

"Eat me," he panted, "get the juice, Judy. That's how I like it Oh, use your tongue to tickle the end of it. Yes. More, baby, more. Like that Lash it"

Judy had her eyes closed as her hands continued massaging his ass cheeks and her tongue worked wonders with his penis shaft Finally, Alan couldn't stand it any longer and he rode his cock down Judy's throat as he exploded. Throwing his head back and forth as he unloaded, his buddy watched him as he panted, "Suck cock. Suck that cock. Suck that juicy cock!"

Pulling his penis out of Judy's mouth, he patted her on the head.

"You're mighty good, Judy," he told her.

"I hope you fellows are interested in some extras," she said. "My pussy is ready if your wallet is."

"I've got five bucks more," Brad said, "for your snatch."

"And what about you, Alan?" she asked him.

"That'll be two-fifty, won't it, Judy?" Alan asked cautiously.

"You know damn well eating my pussy is always five dollars," she complained. "You get a price on the cock suck when you bring someone. But the pussy price remains stable."

"If you say so," Alan agreed reluctantly, as he looked for his five bucks.

Judy stretched out on the sofa and parted her legs.

"Wide angle, like they say in the movies," she laughed as her young lover crouched over her vagina.

Gripping her thighs, he brought her pussy mound close to his lips. He remembered what his mother said about eating pussy slowly. With his passionate tongue wanting to stab into her and lick quickly, he half-rejected what his mother had said. She was always telling him to eat his meals slowly.

"Hurry up," Judy complained.

He got the idea from the way Judy was telling him to jab his tongue into her twat that maybe his mother was wrong. Maybe every woman didn't want her pussy eaten slowly. However, he got another idea as to why Judy wanted him to move quickly, when his buddy Alan who was pumping his prick at a fantastic pace, informed him, "Judy couldn't make a living if she let every guy take as long to eat her snatch as you want to."

Realizing this probably was the case, he didn't hold it against his mother for suggesting he lick slowly. Increasing the tempo of his tongue movements, he pleased her.

"Oh, keep it up," she panted, "yes, baby, yes. Now you're doing it. Over there to the right. Stretch your tongue farther. Now you're doing it. Oh, ah, yes, yes, baby. I'm almost there."

"Nibble her clit," Alan suggested.

Nibbling Judy's love button brought response. Suddenly her juices flowed.

"Leave some for me, Judy." Alan said, as he went on pumping his penis.

Judy told him not to worry, that the well wasn't going to run dry.

When he had finished eating, he pulled his tongue out of her and kissed her pussy.

"What was that for?" she demanded.

"A little love kiss," he told her.

"How crude," she said, "you couldn't give a damn about me. You just met me an hour ago."

"All right, I'm sorry," he apologized.

Alan was eager to get his rocks off.

"Why don't you jerk me, Judy, while I'm eating your snatch?" he asked her.

"You know that's a partial sixty-nine," she said, "and it costs more."

"Can't you break your price scale just once?"

"If I do it for you, I've got to do it for all the others," she explained. "I'm trying to be ethical."

Ethical Judy spread her legs again. And at this point her young lover, Alan, grasped her ass cheeks and moved his mouth tighter to her snatch.

"What're you waiting for?" Judy said.

It was getting disturbing to him to realize that Judy had gone so commercial. She used to let a customer have enough time to lick her without all of this fuss.

"I'm sorry," he said, giving her a disgusted look.

"Quit apologizing and start eating," Judy insisted.

The hot tongue licked quickly up and down her slit. Stiffening his tongue and stabbing into her vagina, she got more and more stimulated.

"Oh, baby," she panted, "that's the way I like it. Keep it up. Now you're doing it. That's what I want. Lick quick."

The tantalizing movements of the tongue swept inside and thrilled him to where he was trembling.

"Suck my pussy," Judy begged.

Reaching down, she held him pinned over her pussy.

"Way up there, lover," she said, "develop your tongue reach."

Alan's tongue action excited her.

"Fuck it," Judy begged, "fuck. That's it. Love me."

The hot tongue savagely whipped around her clit. Judy couldn't take it. She came in multiple orgasms.

"It's juicy pussy, baby," she said, "lick quick."

It was strange, Brad discovered, how much pleasure he could obtain watching his buddy's pink tongue pump in and out of Judy's twisting twat. He was getting a hard-on in spite of himself. He wondered if something was wrong.

"Suck it," she begged, "suck it. Oh, ah, yes, baby, yes. Over there. To the right. To the left. Oh, baby, nibble my love button."

Judy was tossing and turning in sexual ecstasy as her young lover finished eating her.

Pulling his tongue out of her snatch, he licked his lips.

"Do you want seconds?" Judy smiled.

"You know it," he told her.

"Later, baby," she said, "I have a couple more fellows coming to visit me in half an hour."

"I can get you off in half an hour," he said. "How slow do you think I am?"

"Sorry, baby," she told him, "it isn't that. It's just that I want to make sure I freshen up a bit. I make it a practice to always take a shower and take care of my snatch before a new customer arrives. It's part of my ethics."

"I don't even know the meaning of the word 'ethics,'" Alan told her, exasperated.

"I'm trying to demonstrate a little ethics for you," she said. "How would you like it if Judy didn't take care of herself before you arrived ?"

"I wouldn't like that at all," he shrugged, getting sick to his stomach as he thought about it.

"You see," she said, "that's ethical."

"I know somebody who uses different kinds of vaginal jelly that makes pussy eating a gourmet's delight. You know, strawberry, raspberry, lemon, lime, just like yogurt."

"Sure," she said, "a high-class can afford to buy all of those things. But my tricks don't pay me enough."

"Maybe we could bring our own jelly," Alan suggested.

"I should say not," she said. "I want that special pussy jelly. You know, the kind with the big P and the big J, Pussy Jelly."

It was obvious to both young men that Judy wanted them to leave.

"I hate to rush you off," she said, "but business is business."

It disgusted Alan to be forced out of Judy's pad.

"You're giving us the business," he told her.

"I've got to make a living," she said, "and if you don't get out of here I won't be able to take on those other two guys."