Chapter 4
The following Saturday night Liz Jackson had it hit home to her what a mistake she had made.
"Where are you going all dressed up?" she asked her son.
"Got a heavy date, mom," he said, like any other normal high school boy who is happy that he has cornered a chick with his new car.
"That's nice," she said, "who is it?"
"Linda," he told her. "You know, Linda, the chick who lives down the street."
"Damn it," she exclaimed, "Linda is a bad girl. You know that. She's been having sex with everybody on the block."
"No, she hasn't," he laughed, "she hasn't touched one chick."
"Her only virtue," Liz exclaimed, "is the fact she doesn't dig women, too. Son, I'm afraid for you to go out with her. I've heard plenty of things about Linda at the girls' bridge club."
"Why do you women get together to buzz about a girl who is generous. I thought generosity was supposed to be a virtue."
"When it comes to peddling your pussy around," Liz explained, "it's no virtue, it's a vice!"
"But that's just it," he countered. "She isn't peddling it, she's giving it away."
"That's worse," Liz said nervously. "That means she might have some dread disease. I'll worry about you every minute that you're gone. If you must have her, wear a rubber. You will save yourself from getting children which the world doesn't need, or disease which I don't need to pay the doctor for."
"You make it sound grim because I've finally got a chick to go out with me on Saturday night. Are you jealous, mom?"
"Jealous of her?" Liz scowled. "What kind of a mother do you think I am?"
"I'm not sure," he said, as he shrugged and went out the door and left her alone and troubled.
Liz was so angry she knew she had to talk to someone. She called up her girl friend and discussed it with her.
"Rosemary," she began, "what am I going to do? Brad is running out tonight with that terrible girl, Linda."
"Couldn't you stop him?" Rosemary asked her. "I've told my son he couldn't go with her anymore. I know what they were up to. They are heading for a motel and they will take turns."
"How disgusting," Liz complained. "There's no love in an association like that. I think it's awful what these young people will do these days."
"I know," her girl friend agreed. "But what are we going to do. They've been liberated, and they're feeling their oats."
"In my day," Liz said sadly, "a girl was generous if she let a guy poke his tongue in her mouth. Now they're not satisfied unless they slip their tongue in a girl's you-know-what."
"I certainly do," she said. "I caught my son doing that on the living room sofa. I was so outraged that I felt compelled to stop him. He got angry and wanted to fight me. He said he wanted to finish eating her snatch, of all things. Isn't that disgusting?"
"It certainly is," she agreed.
More and more it was becoming apparent to Liz that she had a real problem. A serious problem that knew no solution.
"I guess I might as well have a couple of drinks and go to bed," Liz told her girl friend. "I'm too upset to talk anymore."
"Take it cool, honey," her girl friend warned her.
It was becoming painfully obvious to her what the situation was. She didn't want to do anything to destroy the beautiful love affair that had been generated between herself and her son. She realized he needed someone his age eventually. But why now? At this point in their lives it seemed like a perfect love relationship. She desperately needed sexual satisfaction and he craved sex, too. Why, why, she thought to herself, did it have to end like this?
The drinks helped a lot. She looked at an old Bogart movie and felt sad when Ingrid Bergman and Bogart were going to be parted. However, once they were reunited and the song, -'As Time Goes By," was played, she felt as if it was heralding somehow a mystical return of her own son to her arms. With that beautiful thought in her mind, she went to bed. Conveniently stoned, she slept soundly. How-
ever, she was awakened when she heard loud talking.
As she turned in her bed she could hear Brad talking to some young girl.
"On the floor," he demanded. "On all fours."
"Nobody's ever done that to me," Linda complained.
"Why not?" he insisted. "You've let everybody else stick it up every other hole."
"But my ass is virgin territory," Linda complained, with pride in her voice.
"I don't care," he said.
"But I do," Linda objected, as she suddenly placed her hands protectively behind her buttocks.
That was more than Liz could stand. She didn't like to think of her young son tormenting Linda. Even though she didn't care much for Linda she saw no reason to wreck her rectum with Brad's long prick.
Slipping out of bed, she put on a negligee. She had made a practice of sleeping in the nude and she almost charged down the hall in the nude. But she wanted to appear like the good mother she knew that she was. Therefore, she took time to slip on her negligee. It was a painful decision as she didn't know if she could wait a moment more.
When she got to the corner of the hallway, she realized she had waited far too long. For there was her son, Brad, with young Linda on the floor. He was pumping his thick pulsating penis in and out of her twisting asshole.
"Get it off,"' Linda begged. "Stop it! You beast! You're worse than Jack-the-Ripper."
"Come on, baby," Brad panted, "that's the way I like it. When you howl in pain and twist your ass it's fun for me. I guess I am as sadistic as that old killer creep, Jack."
"Hurry up, Brad," she begged, as she did everything in her power to get him to shoot.
Brad was slapping her ass roughly as he went on stabbing.
"I like to see it pull way out and shove way in," he grinned. "Looks like fun, doesn't it, -baby?"
"You beast," she complained, "you're killing me with that big old dick of yours."
"No, I'm not," he teased her. "Fuck, baby, fuck."
She ground her hips around to the jabs of his penis.
"Oh, now, baby, now," Brad panted. "Yes, Jast like that. I want it. Oh, baby, we're fuck-
The hot cock exploded in her rectum. As the stream of creamy white cum surged into her asshole, she ground around.
"Wow!" Brad panted, "what a fuck off!" Brad didn't pull his peter out of her asshole until he had vigorously jabbed it in a couple more times. At last, he did.
"I need a drink after a fuck like that," the young girl complained.
"Why should I waste my booze on you? I got my screw."
"That's the most selfish thing I ever heard,"
the girl complained.
"That's too bad," he said.
"It's too bad for you, too, Brad," she told him. "You're never going to get any more fucking out of my ass."
"I've had you, baby," he smiled casually at her.
It was disgusting to her that he had used her. She looked down at her pussy and complained. All the time Brad's mother was watching and listening.
"What about my pussy?" the girl exclaimed angrily.
"Get your other lovers to eat it," he said. "You're just good for an ass fuck. I have an older dame who isn't playing around that I enjoy eating."
All at once Liz's heart pounded faster. She wondered if Brad was so drunk that he would dare tell the truth. That's all she would need to have happen. If her son should inform the girl down the street who was fucking everybody, that they were having sex, that would be the living end.
"Brad," she said, "what is that other woman like? Is she prettier than I am?"
"Sure," he said, "she's real sophisticated. She'll eat my ass and do anything."
"I'll eat your ass, Brad, if you'll eat my pussy," she begged. + i "All right," he said, "a deal is a deal." "Seal it with honey," she smiled smugly. "What are you talking about?" "Honey," she nodded, "you know. Honey up my pussy, honey up my asshole. If you make it sucking sweet, it'll be a pleasure."
"As you like it, lover," Brad said. "I wouldn't want you to eat my bare butt."
Turning around, young Brad went to the kitchen. At that point Liz felt the most like stepping out and asserting herself. What right did that tramp have to steal her son from her? It made her furious the more she thought about ft.
"Brad, honey," she smiled, "I want to tell you something/'
"What, lover?" he asked her.
"I've never done this before."
"Can I believe you?" he asked Linda.
"No," she laughed. "I lie about a lot of things. Makes people enjoy sex with you more. If I would tell every guy about all the other guys I was blowing, then they wouldn't think they were getting such a good deal, would they?"
Brad didn't know whether he wanted her to eat his ass out or not. Finally, he decided he would. Handing her the honey, he smiled down at her.
"I'll get up here and double up my legs and spread for you. Then you can stick that honey container nozzle up my asshole. Shove it slowly so you don't injure nothing."
"Like you did when you fucked my asshole?" she teased.
"Easy does it," he insisted, as he watched her gently easing the plastic nozzle head up to his behind.
Finally, he felt it sliding up there. He was getting more and more excited now.
"Squeeze it," he told her.
Grasping the plastic container in its middle, the young girl squeezed. As she squeezed the honey and it shot up his asshole, he winced.
"That feels different," he told her.
"Like shooting cock juice up there," she laughed.
Bending over, it was difficult for Linda to bring herself to eat his ass out. Meantime, his mother was standing in the hallway, hoping against fate, that the girl would chicken out. She wanted to have one sexual exercise that was an exclusive.
"Maybe we should forget it," she complained. "You don't have to eat my snatch. A deal is a deal."
"Go right ahead," Brad insisted.
"All right," Linda finally agreed. "But don't you tell nobody. All I need to hear is that I'm an ass-eater. It's bad enough to have it spread around I'm a cock-sucker and a hustler. Of course, it's true, but you're making me into an ass-fucker and an ass-eater."
Brad had to laugh at the way Linda put it.
"It's true," Linda pouted, "a girl has to have some kind of a reputation. Doesn't she?"
"Sure," he told her.
It was clearly evident to him that she was going to be a lot of fun. He enjoyed her hesitating pink tongue as it lightly tickled around his anal opening.
"Does my ass taste good, Linda?" Brad smiled down at her.
"I don't know yet," she said. "I haven't slid way up there."
"Don't wait forever."
It was becoming more and more difficult for her to agree to go along with him.
"Eat me," he finally begged, "eat my ass, Linda. Stick your tongue up there. Hurry up!"
Plunging her tongue rapidly up his rectum, his body suddenly quivered. Sexual emotions swept through him such as he had never known before.
"Suck me," he begged her, "suck my ass out. Yes, baby, suck my ass. That's what I want. Eat my ass out!"
Closing her eyes, Linda stiffened her tongue. She found it possible to eat his ass with her tongue stiff.
"Suck it," he panted, "yes, suck me! That's it, lover. Eat my asshole."
He was enjoying it more every moment and so was she.
"Eat ass," he panted, "eat my asshole. Yes, baby. Eat my sweet ass."
The pleasure was completely different than any she had ever experienced before. Finally, Linda peaked. As she looked at him, she got so turned on she couldn't stand it. She started trembling. His cock was rigid and erect.
"I want you to play with my prick while you're licking my ass," he suggested.
Reaching up, she groped for his cock.
"Use one hand on my balls," he told her.
Reaching down, she massaged both balls. He loved the sensation of her fingers toying with his testicles.
"Suck ass," he begged her, "suck ass! Keep that up, baby. Suck my asshole. Yes, baby. Suck my ass. All the way, baby."
Linda was sucking and licking and thrusting. At the same time she was pumping on his pecker and playing with his balls. All of this action had him more stimulated than he had ever been before. It was so upsetting for his mother to see that she had to turn away swiftly. She could watch no more.
"Suck my cock," he panted, "suck my cock off! There's more cream, baby. My balls are on fire. Fuck me! Suck me. Love me!"
As his mother heard him say the word "love," she shrugged. Love?
Suddenly, his penis exploded. The hot cream shot into the girl's mouth. She eagerly devoured him. "Suck my sweet sperm," he panted, "suck my juicy prick off."
Finishing, Linda moved her mouth from his prick and got to her feet.
"Now it's my turn," she said.
"All right, baby," he agreed.
Reaching for the yellow plastic honey container, he slid it into her pussy. Her pussy lips gripped it as if it were a small penis pumping primitively into her.
"Squeeze it, honey," she smiled at him.
He squeezed and the honey went gushing into her.
When she was nice and sticky, he pulled out the honey nozzle and tossed it aside.
"Spread wide," he grinned broadly.
She spread for him, eager to feel his tongue lashing away at her slit.
"Suck me. baby," Linda panted, as she held her knees up conveniently and watched him go down on her.
She was amazed at what skill he displayed, pumping his tongue into her. He licked all around her velvety vagina, obviously anxious to give her all of the sensations he knew how.
"Keep it up, baby," she begged, "you're doing it right. Like that. Yes, I love that. Keep it going, baby."
He was eager to give her the sensations she sought. He saw no reason to stop now. For his pleasure was increasing with her intense response. However, when everything had quieted down, his mother was moved to walk down the hall once more. In bare feet, she tiptoed down the hall and then she saw what was happening. It made her so sick she wanted to throw up. What right had the girl to seduce her pure son? Brad was such a good boy, she reasoned. How could he get his tongue into that girl's twat? This was a mystery to her. She didn't know how to resolve it. She wanted to go out there and viciously slap the girl's face, but she knew that would never do.
Once more she turned and went back down the hall by herself. She was more lonely now than ever before.
The frenzied lovemaking in the living room continued. The beautiful young girl locked her legs around Brad. She pumped her pelvis forward, then eagerly begged him to eat her snatch.
"Suck me, baby," she said, "suck the honey from my cunt. Oh, baby, doesn't my pussy taste good? The walls are coated with it. Lick me, love me. Yes, yes, just like that! More, more, baby, more. I want it. Suck me. Oh, Brad, love me."
Linda reached down to guide his head over her hot mound. She was pumping forward now as her thighs embraced him.
'Tm juicing, baby," she panted. "Lick my juicy pussy. Keep it up, Brad. Lick me. Quick, baby. Oh, ah, yes, yes!"
Her heart was pounding rapidly as she felt her juices gushing into his mouth. He pressed his mouth all the way over her mound so he wouldn't lose a drop.
"Suck my sweet pussy," she panted, "suck me, baby, suck me."
Linda knew love. Many boys had had her. She had them licking her everywhere. Finally, she had gotten Brad to go down on her. She had had to do plenty for him but he finally had submitted. It was a moment of triumph for the young girl.
"Eat my pussy," she panted. "Lick it. Oh, baby, don't stop. I'm cuming again."
It was obvious to Brad that Linda was oversexed. She was gushing again. He had heard of women who came in multiple climaxes and she was one of them.
"Suck it," she panted, "suck me, baby. Oh, ah, Brad, baby."
Finishing, he pulled his tongue out of her and licked up to her soft bosoms and nibbled on the erect nipples and sucked on them both. She was thrilled that he had given her such a super work-out.
"Thanks, Brad," she said softly. "We really freak-fucked. Thanks a lot!"
Down the hall Brad's mother heard what she had said. Softly she whispered, "Yes, Brad, thanks a lot."
That was the end of her dream of possessing him. For she realized she would have to share him. What else could she do to excite him? She would have to go somewhere, and find out somehow, the various methods of titillating and exciting his body. If she could outdistance other females in entertaining him, she could keep him. She would have to do a lot of reading and keep her body so appealing that he would want her and nobody else. It tormented her as she thought about the sex race sweepstakes she had gotten into. There was no turning back, now. She had passed the point of no return, for she was crazy about her own son. Why, oh why, did she have to fall for her own son? If it had been some other young boy it wouldn't have been half as bad. But she only wanted Brad. She knew that now as she went to her room and waited for him to take the girl home.