Chapter 12
From the way that Valerie sucked his cock he could tell she was more of a professional than his mother was. It bothered him to think that perhaps his skill was lacking somewhat. He determined to give her action she would never forget. Slyly dipping his finger into her juicy vagina, he found lubrication to jab his finger up her asshole. The double sensation of getting her ass fucked while her cunt was being eaten caused her to decide that he deserved more pleasure, too.
Easing a finger into his asshole, she mas-
saged his prostate gland. His balls became larger as his penis extended down her throat. Valerie loved the pumping rhythm. She had been in this position almost as much as she had been in an upright position doing her topless dance. For she doubled doing hustling and topless dancing. The balls bouncing on her chin appealed to her. The aroma of his genitals intoxicated her. Their passions got them to sweating. As their sweaty bodies slapped against each other, racing toward a steamy climax, she could hardly wait to taste him. Valerie had developed a real thing about sperm. She preferred younger men. They had the choice sperm. The thickest, the creamiest and the most delicious. She could hardly wait for his balls to spit the sperm out of his penis head.
Priding himself on his ability to use his finger and his tongue effectively to excite her, he couldn't help observe how she was wiggling all over the bed. Indeed it did make it more difficult, but he was delighted that she was this stimulated and excited.
Suddenly, he felt her starting to climax. That was the time to nibble at her clit. Lashing her clitoris, he bore down with his teeth. She howled with delight as she felt herself gushing.
"Suck my pussy, baby," she panted, "suck me, baby. Oh, ah, eat my snatch!"
Meantime, his slippery cock head was about to explode. This worried Valerie as she felt a drop of crystal cum fall on her cheek. Grabbing his cock, she hastily tucked it back in her mouth and began sucking.
The thrusting prick continued driving into her mouth and down her throat as her young stud lover came closer to climax. Finally, the big prick exploded. Hot jets of creamy cum surged down her throat. It stimulated and intoxicated her as the cum was thick and delicious.
As their panting bodies continued giving each other thrilling sensations, they massaged each other's buttocks while they held on to each other's sex organs.
Finally, she slipped her mouth off, coming up for air.
"What a load you had in those balls, baby," she said. "I haven't had a cock suck like that since I took on a couple of teenagers."
"Do you have sex with kids, too?" he asked her.
"What the hell do you think you are, baby?" she smiled. "You're just a kid of sixteen, seventeen. That's why your sperm tastes so good.
You need to be sucked at that age an awful lot."
He lay there looking at her and smiling.
"Why are you smiling at me?"
"I'd like to fuck your asshole," he told her.
"That is not to be screwed," she complained. "There are some things I just don't do. I have principles."
"Please let me," he said. "I know how to do it so it won't hurt you."
"You've got to be kidding," she said. "A great big cock like yours would hurt anybody's asshole. I'm sorry."
Even though he begged, Valerie would not give in.
Just then they heard a car drive up. Jumping to his feet he went to the window and looked down in the driveway. Sure enough, his mother was unloading some groceries.
"Mom is here," he exclaimed.
"Oh, damn it," she said, "Liz better not catch us like this. I'll get dressed in a flash."
Going into the dressing routine at such speed indicated to him that this was routine with her. Hurrying down the stairs she greeted her sister at the door by throwing her arms around her.
"Liz, baby," she exclaimed, "so good to see you, darling. You're looking wonderful."
"Your face is flushed," Liz observed.
"I'm so thrilled to see you again," she hastily told her.
A moment later Brad came down the stairs. Everything was all right except one thing. His fly was still open. It upset Valerie so much she wanted to rush over and pull up his zipper. She knew she didn't dare. Liz would instantly know what had happened.
"How long have you been home?" she asked, focusing her eyes directly on Brad.
"Just half an hour," he said. "Valerie was here when I came."
"I wondered," she said. "Remember we swim with our swim suits on."
"Why are you telling him that?" Valerie asked curiously.
"Sometimes Brad has the idea that it is all right to take a dip without his swim trunks. He likes to run around in the nude."
"So do I," Valerie said. "At the bar I got used to running around braless. I figured when I got home why didn't I take the panties off, too."
"Don't do that around here," Liz objected. "I have a perfect respect for your art. However, I don't think it would be appropriate, if you know what I mean."
"There's nothing wrong with a woman's naked body," Brad said, shaking his head and smiling.
"There is something wrong with you running around with your fly open," his mother observed caustically.
"Oh," he said, glancing down and zipping up. Valerie shrugged and sighed heavily.
"Maybe I came home just in time," his mother said. "I thought I'd take you out to eat tonight, honey. A little place called New Orleans Patio. Would you like to go?"
"Sounds delicious," Valeries said excitedly, "I worked in the French Quarter once. I did a little number in one of those blues cafes. It was a lot of fun but I got too many propositions and I'm not that kind of woman."
"Sure you're not," Liz said, with heavy suspicion. "That's why your husband trusts you."
"Don't bring him into this," she said. "I am seeing how heavenly it is without him. Let's hope he doesn't follow me here. I want to be free. He wants me to earn money and just because I don't care to be somebody's secretary and type a few hundred words a minute, he gets upset. I happen to be an artistic dancer. There isn't a reason in the world why I shouldn't wiggle my hips a little and bare my breasts for the boys. Give them a break."
"Don't put on a demonstration of your dancing for Brad. I've tried very hard to protect his morals."
"I'm sure you have," Valerie said as she picked up her suitcase and asked, "Where do I go?"
"I'd hate to tell you," Liz said flatly.
"I can sleep on the sofa," she said, "if it's any bother for you to fix up a bedroom. I wouldn't bother you for worlds. But you remember the last time you separated from your husband, you did visit me. And it caused quite a bit of bother as I have such a small apartment. Nevertheless, I did all in my power to make you feel at home, didn't I, Liz?"
Liz had to agree that her sister had indeed remembered her when she was separating from her husband the last time.
"I'll put you up in the guest room," she said. "All I have to do is change the sheets."
"I can change them, Liz," she said, "you'll be busy enough getting dinner."
"Pm taking you out," Liz reminded her.
It was becoming evident to Valerie that there was something strange about Liz's jealousy about her son. She wondered whether or not Liz was using her son to satisfy her sexual cravings. She had heard quite a few times from Liz's separated husband that she required plenty of sex.
"I'll bet you miss your husband," she smiled.
"In a way," Liz admitted. "In another way, I don't."
A few moments later, Liz showed her to the guest room. She handed her the sheets and let her change them. In the meantime, Liz came to her son and said she wanted to see him alone in her bedroom.
"Mom," he objected, "we can't do anything now."
"I don't want to see you in my bedroom for that reason," she assured him.
"Oh, that's a relief," he said, "because I couldn't satisfy you and satisfy her, too."
"What do you mean her, too?" she asked.
"I mean she expects us to have a certain moral standard, doesn't she?" he demanded.
"Oh, I see, that's the way you meant it," she said. "For a minute I thought you wanted to make out with her, too."
"You've got a dirty mind, mom," he told her.
When they were alone in her bedroom she said some things that were a bit shocking to him.
"Valerie is an oxersexed woman," she said, "and you've got to be awfully careful. I would wear swim trunks that conceal your penis. If she caught sight of that huge cock of yours pushing the nylon material of your trunks out, I don't know what she would do. She might even reach in and feel of you."
"That's awful," he said.
"It certainly is," she said. "Valerie has been a real problem for all of us. Her husband simply can't satisfy her. She forced him to bring other men home from work to take care of her. But that wouldn't do. She had to get this job as a topless performer so she could have sexual opportunities. Her carnal cravings are beyond belief. She has taken on four, five and six men I heard."
"That's remarkable," he said. "I'd like to do a term paper on her for sex education class."
"Don't you ever tell anybody about your Aunt Valerie," she said. "She's the black sheep of the family."
"I know that," he said, "but I wouldn't name her."
"Your teacher might get suspicious," she said. "If he liad any inkling that it was your own aunt who was the nympho, our reputa-
tion would be ruined."
"You value reputation an awful lot, don't you, mom?"
"Certainly I do," she said, "that's why I want to keep our sex so secret, son."
There was some strange compulsion passionate pull that young Brad exerted over his mother. All at once, she reached out and groped him. It annoyed him to have her do this. Nevertheless he recognized she had a compulsive need to feel of him.
"Wish we had time for a quickie before dinner," she suggested.
"That's all we'd need," he said, "for Valerie to catch us. Forget it. You'll have to wait until after Valerie has gone to sleep at night. Then I can sneak into your room and ball you."
"Sounds exciting, honey," she said, "but we've got to be very careful. Valerie could always go to dad. You know how I would fare in a divorce court if the terrible truth came out. They'd throw the book at me. When they finished taking everything away, they'd probably send me away."
"Where, mom?" he asked. "A jail or a mental hospital?"
"I don't know which would be worse," she said. "They say that the jails are full of dykes. And the mental hospitals aren't much better."
"It's an awful world," he observed. "It's really tough to be normal. I don't know what will ever happen to us, mom."
"We'll find our way, son," she said. "I've been doing a lot of thinking. I think we should sell the house and make a move."
"Where would you like to go?" he asked.
"How about New Orleans?" she smiled, her eyes lighting up as she thought about all of that excitement that that Southern city contains.
"I'd like that," he said. "Maybe I would grow up if I met some of those chicks in the French Quarter."
"Always got your mind on sex, haven't you?" she complained.
"Knock it off, mom," he told her, "I've got to grow up sometime. You can't keep me a baby forever."
"I don't want to keep you a baby forever, son," she said, "don't think that way. I love you, dear, and all I want is your happiness. Can you understand that?"
"Do you mean it, mom?" he asked her. "If I find a chick down there that I want to ball with you won't make a big fuss."
"Not at all," she said, "because that's a year away. You graduate from school in a year. Then we'll make the move."
"Do you think dad will agree to your selling the place and us moving?"
"One year from now he can't get custody of you, nor can I. You are free to do as you will. I know you want to follow me."
"Yes, I do," he said, halfheartedly.
His eyes were looking off as he began thinking about what he could do with independence.
"Who are you thinking of?"
"Don't bug me," he said. "Can't I have a thought without your knowing what it is?"
"I'm sorry," she sighed, "if I sound overly possessive, baby, it's because I love you too much."
"That's just it, mom," he said, "you mustn't love me too much. You'll never let me develop."
"Develop?" she said softly. "What do you mean develop?"
"I mean be on my own. I've got to get my own place. I can't keep relying on you. Don't you understand? You've got a life to live and so have I."
"I thought we loved each other?" she said. "That's why I got you the car. That was why I wanted to give you half of what dad gives me. That is, providing you testify against him."
"Testify?" he asked, puzzled by her statement.
"Yes," she explained, "I've consulted an attorney. It is imperative that you testify in my behalf."
"I don't think I could get up there in the witness stand and talk against dad," he said.
"If it would mean a lot to you financially, I think you could," she insisted.
Appealing to his sense of greed worked.
"He hasn't been too fair with us, has he, mom?"
"Certainly not," she exclaimed, "and all I want to do is bring about a little justice. If people can't have justice in this world what use is living?"
"You're right," he agreed.
It was becoming obvious to him that his mother had mapped out his future. In a way he liked it and in a way he was disturbed.
"You don't mind if I have suggested where we move, do you?"
"No, mom," he agreed. "If you want to go to New Orleans so bad, that's all right."
It was obvious to her that he was troubled. Instantly, she thought she had to seize on some-
thing to lure him.
"You can trade that old car in and get a new one," she suggested.
"Can I really?" he asked. "Any kind I want?"
"Any kind you want," she smiled. "You've been through terrible traumas with your father and I getting a divorce. You deserve a break, son."
"Oh, mom, I can't thank you enough," he said enthusiastically as he saw a shiny new sports car in his future.
"When will you get the divorce?" he enthused.
"Just as soon as I can," she said. "I'm meeting with the lawyer on Tuesday. Weil go over all of the details, then at the proper moment I will bring you in so you can testify."
"Whatil I have to say exactly?"
"Just tell about the times he came home stoned out of his mind and talked about other women."
"That'll be easy," he laughed. "Dad was always playing around with other women."
"I knew you would have no difficulty telling the truth about what he did. His conduct was appalling. It would be terrible if you would stand up for your father, considering how he treated both me and you. He spent money on others that should have been spent on us. I can never forgive him. You should have had that car long ago."
Appealing once more to her son's greed, she was scoring.
"Now that you mention it, mom," he said, "I can see how right you are."
"I thought you would," she agreed.
Suddenly, Valerie came into the room.
"Hope I'm not being talked about," she said.
"Why would I say anything negative about you ?" Liz asked her sister.
"You never can tell," she said. "You have always resented the fact that I was a topless performer."
"I wasn't proud of it," she said, "and I wish you would quit talking about it."
"I don't see anything wrong with a gal supplying a few kicks to guys who want to come in and look at her."
"As long as it is confined to looking," Liz said, with a tinge of sarcasm in her tone.
"You trying, to say something?" Valerie shot back.
"Why no," she said, "why would you ever think that?"
"It's obvious to me that you are trying to knock me," Valerie said angrily. "And I won't have it."
"Take it easy, baby," she said, "you're sensitive. A girl who works at a bar doesn't have much of a reputation. However, I'm sure there are a few fine girls who do work in such places. However, temptation is always near."
"I don't give in to temptation," Valerie said proudly. "I don't have to. Just a glimpse of me is enough for all of them."
"Certainly," she said. "Are you putting on weight, Valerie?"
"I'm taking it off," she said.
"Well, you could loose a few pounds," Liz said testily.
She was going at her hammer and tong and made Valerie suspicious that she had personal motivation. A horrible thought struck her. Was her own sister playing with her son? This would be tragedy beyond belief. Valerie felt it was all right to play with him as long as she was his aunt. However, for Liz to have sex with him was unthinkable.