Chapter 3
The next week Brad determined that he was going to have what he wanted.
"Remember the car you promised me, mom?" he reminded her.
"When did I promise you I'd get a car for you ?" she said.
"Don't try to bluff, mom," he told her flatly.
"Yes, I do recollect," she said, with a small smile coming to her face. "But you're not going to hold me to that, are you, honey?"
"Don't 'honey' me," he said. "Not while you're trying to renege on your promise."
Realizing she had no alternative, Liz decided that she would go along with him.
"I guess you are old enough to have a car," she admitted. "But I can't buy you a too expensive one. We don't have that much money. You know that."
"I didn't say I wanted a real expensive one," he told her flatly. "I just want wheels."
"You'll have wheels, baby," she assured him.
"And how about a little nooky in between?" he said, figuring some lovemaking would soften her up.
"Don't you ever get enough?" she asked. "Yesterday, you went off about four times."
"I'm still curious to know what driving my dick up your asshole would be like."
"Forget it," she said. "Fuck an armpit or something."
"Armpit?" Brad asked curiously, not knowing what she meant.
"Don't tell me you've never heard of a person fucking that way," she said. "What's going to happen to the younger generation?"
Brad laughed.
"You're super, mom," he said, "you could give the guys down at school a new way to make it."
"Maybe I should teach a sex class there," she laughed with him.
"No, baby," he said. "I am only eager to play around with you. I don't want you to have the hots for every young cock in high school."
"I hope not," she said.
"You'd be taking the competition away from Susie West," he said.
"Who on earth is Susie?" she asked.
"Susie is the high school slut," he told her. "She can't get enough. She goes for orgies. You know, three, four, five, six guys at a crack. She charges too."
"Susie should charge," his mother nodded.
"Dames," he said, "you're all alike. Every woman figures her pussy is a gold mine."
"It is," Liz laughed, "as long as these horrid women's libbers don't undo a good thing. For years we women have been able to corral our men and get them to do what we wanted them to do. The call of the screw worked miracles."
"I guess that's the truth," he laughed.
Brad was starting to undress. She wondered if he automatically figured she had to give in.
"What are you stripping for, dear?" she asked him pointblank.
"I'm going for a dip, mom," he told her.
"rlow dreadful," she said, "you shouldn't take off your clothes in the living room. I'll have to close the drapes."
"I wish you would," he said, as he got down to his bulging shorts.
She peeled off his shorts and looked at him. Sure enough, his cock was rock-hard. She stroked it a moment or two and then smiled.
"It's true, Brad," she said, "you need some satisfaction. But wouldn't it be better if mamma used her mouth on it?"
"You've blown me enough times," he said. "I'm getting bored with getting blow jobs."
As she looked at him, she saw that he wanted to experience everything and she didn't know what to do about it.
"Honey," she said, "why don't you leave mamma alone?"
"You want me to ball you," he told her emphatically. "You know damn well you do. Quit trying to put me on."
Liz knew that what her son said was true. She was grateful that she and her husband were separated. For it was giving her an opportunity to play around with her son's huge prick and balls that she would never have if her husband were present.
She began undressing teasingly. Taking off her garments slowly, she wanted him to appre-
date it when she finally came to the totally nude state.
"Quit dragging your heels, mom," he objected. "I want you to peel out of those clothes and be quick about it."
Liz didn't enjoy her son telling her she had to take everything off when he said so.
"Am I supposed to strip with a stopwatch?" she demanded.
"No, mom," he told her, "but I don't want to have you take all night either."
"I couldn't with those fiery balls of yours around here," she laughed.
She was becoming more and more eager for the action herself. However, she thought Brad was too hot and should cool off in the pool before he had sex with her.
"Brad, baby," she suggested quietly, "let's take a dip first." "All right, mom," he said, "if you say so." She was glad that he was willing to go along with her suggestion. She unhooked her bra and tossed it on a chair and slid out of her panties. She slowly strode to the sliding glass doors and opening them, walked out into the patio. As the late afternoon sun rays drenched the patio, she looked at him proudly. His cock was flipping up and his balls were swelling. She could see the curly pubic hair on his testicles and even this excited her. As the sweat surfaced on his body, she became so eager to lick him she could hardly stand it.
"What are you looking at me like that for?" he asked her.
"I don't know," she told him, "you look good enough to eat."
"Let's swim now and fuck later," he smiled, as he put his hands before his head, bent over and dove into the pool.
As she saw him swimming swiftly, she couldn't help admire his lean good looks. His smooth buttocks were upraised as she watched him plow through the water.
Pulling out of the other end of the pool, he insisted, "Mom, you take a dip, too." "All right, Brad," she agreed. Diving into the pool, Liz swam swiftly to the other side. When she pulled out of the far end of the pool, her son got a look at the glistening water on her bosoms. The sun illuminating the water it looked like drops of crystal forming on her breasts.
"Mom," he smiled, "you sure look gorgeous today. Why don't I come over there and lick the water off your breasts?"
Liz stretched out a moment later on a beach towel. Her son came over and straddling her, bent over to lick her bosoms. She loved the feel of his knees against her thighs.
"Oh, baby," she groaned in delight, "you don't know how good this feels to your mamma."
His tongue lapped passionately and he was getting more stimulated every moment.
"Yes, Brad," she panted, "do me. Love me."
As he continued licking down her body, he finally came to her pussy. He let his tongue lightly lash and tickle her vagina. As he licked, she became so stimulated she was trembling. Suddenly, she realized what he was doing. He was trying to entice her to do anything with his tongue.
Moving her ass cheeks up high, he vigorously let his tongue invade her asshole.
"Oh, Brad," she panted, "yes, baby, yes. I love that. Suck mamma's sweet ass. Suck mamma's asshole."
As he continued licking all around there he was getting her in position for what he wanted most to do. Momentarily letting her buttocks rest on his thighs, he spit in his hand and applied his spit to his penis.
"I'm gonna fuck you here," he said roughly, as he slowly eased his cock up his mother's behind.
"You're gonna hurt me, honey," she complained, her voice quivering with fear.
"Not if you relax," he told her.
"All right, baby," she agreed.
When she relaxed, the sphincter muscle around her anal ring relaxed, too. Brad was finally able to ride his cock up her rectum. She loved the sensation of his penis slipping up her tight asshole.
Reaching out, he massaged her breasts while he fucked her behind.
"Fuck it, mom," he panted, "fuck. You're doing it right. Fuck, mom. Fuck! Fuck it!"
Vigorously he jabbed his cock up her asshole. She twisted on his sliding cock and moaned with delight as the sexual ecstasy swept through her body.
"Fm really riding you now," he enthused. "Feels great to me, mom."
He plunged his prick farther up her asshole as she groaned in delight.
"Squeeze the nipples," she explained to him.
"Does that give you kicks, mom?"
"Unlimited," she panted as he went on giving her the action she wanted so desperately.
"Fuck, baby," she begged, "fuck me. That's what I want. Fuck me."
With vigor and force she pushed her buttocks back to meet his advancing cock stabs. Together they were working to achieve mutual sensual thrills.
"This is what I wanted all along," she exclaimed, "yes, baby, fuck me. Give me that cock. Every inch, baby. Fuck me. Fuck me!"
Brad couldn't keep this up much longer. It was becoming a cliff-hanging cock action as he closed in on a scorching climax.
"I'm cuming," he gasped excitedly, "Fm juicing, mom."
She loved the feel of the juice shooting from his cock high up her asshole. She twisted around, milking his prick as she exercised her ass muscles on his sliding cock.
"Fuck me," she begged, "fuck it till you've got it all out, baby. Keep on riding it."
He continued pumping vigorously until he had completed shooting. Dizzy with delight, and eager to have him do something with her box, she smiled at him.
"What are you going to do when you pull your prick out of my asshole?"
"I'm gonna try something," he said, "that Fve wanted to try for a long time." "What are you talking about, baby?" "Mom, do we have any whipped cream in the refrigerator?"
"Sure we've got whipped cream," she told him. "But what does that have to do with my box?"
"I want your passionate pussy coated with whipped cream in it."
"Where did you hear about such a thing as that?" Liz asked, unable to understand how her son knew so much about sophisticated sexual techniques.
"They talk about it at school, mom," he explained. "It makes the pussy twice as much fun to eat." *
"I suppose it would," she acknowledged.
Liz got to her feet and went to the sliding glass doors. Opening them, she stepped inside the kitchen. She pulled out the whipped cream container from the refrigerator and handed it to him.
"Where do you want to eat your pussy Sundae?" she laughed.
"I think the bedroom would be the right place," he said, walking toward her bedroom.
Brad hastily pulled back the bedspread and Liz got in the middle of the bed. She parted her pussy lips for him.
"Shoot," she smiled. She enjoyed the feeling of the whipped cream surging inside of her vagina.
"Oh, wow!" he panted. "This is going to be great sport."
He bowed over her crotch and gripped her ass cheeks. Then he buried his head in her vagina and started licking. Feeling his tongue lashing all around her most intimate area, excited her. Reaching down, Liz guided Brade.
"Over there, honey," she said, "get the whipped cream, baby. Yes, keep that up! I want it!"
She became so excited she threw her legs over his shoulders. This triggered Brad to reach up and grip her bosoms. She squeezed her thighs against him as she pushed her pelvis forward, hoping he would continue plunging his hot tongue vigorously into her vagina.
"Suck it," she insisted, "suck mamma's whipped cream cunt."
Dirty talk ignited him all the more.
"Oh, wow!" Liz panted. "You're doing it, now, son. Yes, lover, yes!"
Completing the act, he pulled his tongue out of her snatch.
"How about that, mom?" he smiled proudly.
"That was tremendous," she assured him, "you're going to get your car, baby."
"Right nowr
"You come on too strong, honey," she explained. "Sometimes I get the feeling that you're using me. Your tongue is your device that you figure will get you what you want."
"Stop it," he laughed, "what do you think women use their pussy for?"
Liz could not argue with that. Getting off the bed, she suggested they might shower together.
"That would be fun, mom," Brad agreed.
They went into the shower together and washed each other off. As the water streamed down their bodies they became more and more excited.
"Baby," she smiled, "I really dig you. You've got a body that won't stop."
"I know that," he smiled.
She realized that if they didn't get out of the shower and quit fooling around, they never would get the car purchased.
"Stop touching me, honey," she gasped. "We're in the market to buy a car. We've had enough sex. On the way back we'll stop at a restaurant and have dinner. How does that grab you?"
"Right on, mom," he said, slapping her ass with a towel.
Together they went to a used car lot. To her surprise, she discovered used cars were not as cheap as they once were. The gasoline shortage had made some of the older models more popular as they didn't use so much gas.
"I'll have to dip into your college account," she told him frankly.
"Who needs college?" Brad laughed. "I need wheels."
"You may want wheels now," she warned him, "but you'll want college-later!"
After they had finally purchased the car, she realized that she might lose him. It tormented her to think that he did have wheels whereby he could roll away from her.
"Follow me to a nice restaurant to celebrate," she suggested.
"Where do you want to go?" he asked her.
"How about Sunset Terrace?" she said. "That's on the ocean. And right about now as the sun is setting, it would be beautiful. The sea is like silver at this hour."
"Love that, mom."
She got in her car and drove off. He followed behind. As she looked at him in the '67 royal blue Mustang she had bought him, she wondered once more if she was doing the right thing.