Chapter 5
The next morning Liz determined she would say nothing to her son about his sexual escapade. However, she knew she had to tell somebody what was troubling her. She reasoned that if she could go to a sexologist and not reveal the fact that her lover was her son and ask him questions, she could get some help. Finally, she located the name of a man who she thought could help her. He certainly had an impressive tag. Carter Livingstone was his name and he had a top location. She feared it would cost her plenty but it didn't matter now.
She had to have help. She called him and made an appointment for the afternoon.
From the moment she walked into Carter Livingstone's office she felt at ease. It was more like a beautiful vacation retreat than an office.
"Good afternoon, Miss Jackson," he began, "and what can I do to help you?"
"Plenty," she told him. "I am very troubled with a serious problem. My lover is playing around with another woman. I want to know how to get him back."
"A very common problem these days," he smiled.
"It's no laughing matter, Mr. Livingstone," she told him. "I think the world of my lover and I don't want to lose him."
"Are you married?" he asked her.
"I'm in the process of unloading my last husband," she admitted. "We are separated, pending divorce."
"Fine," he smiled, "as I do not want to be a party to a clandestine affair. I have a few scruples, Mrs. Jackson."
"I'm sure you do have a few, Mr. Livingstone," she continued, "now regarding my problem."
"About your problem, my dear," he began, "it is simply this. If you can provide your lover with more happiness than another woman, you will hold onto him. If you can't you won't."
"Tell me," she said, "what can I do or say to keep him."
"First off,", he began, "you are acting too desperate. You don't need any man as much as all that. Relax. Recognize two facts, and you won't have all of this nervous energy going to waste. You're a beautiful woman with a lot of appeal. I would go for you myself if I wasn't a happily married man."
"Why thank you, Mr. Livingstone," she nodded.
"Don't thank me," he said in a jovial mood. "Thank mother nature. She endowed you with a spectacular body. Your bosoms, for example, are remarkable indeed. I'm sure that your lover enjoys them."
"Yes, he does," she freely admitted. "He loves to lick them and nibble them."
"I would suggest that you do what I tell you and see if my techniques don't work. I think you should offer him your body with the double sensation of licking whipped cream and other goodies off its delectable surface. For example, you ought to whip-cream your breasts.
Then why don't you make a chocolate trail down to your beautiful pussy. You will forgive me using these words but I see no reason to use the clinical terms. As for your pussy, you could prepare something delicious there for him, too. Perhaps a carmel pussy or better yet a raspberry pussy. It is ridiculous when people limit themselves."
"Thank you for the unusual suggestions," she said. "I certainly can use them."
"We all need help now and then," he said quietly.
"Isn't that the truth?" she smiled at him.
As she continued talking, Carter Livingstone got some other ideas.
"Now about him," he said, "he should have some unusual sensations. Have you ever used your finger up his asshole?"
"All the time," she said.
"Good, my dear," he smiled, "then I would suggest that you try one of our sexual devices to give him some added sensations. Some bizarre sexual sensations that most other women would never think of* Then I'm sure that you could hold onto him."
"Tell me exactly what you have in mind," she pleaded as if she were a person in a desert looking for water.
"The unique sensation of anal intercourse can be enjoyed by your male lover as well as by you. I would suggest that for him that you don a dildo. And then ram it up his rectum to give him some kicks. I'm sure this would provide him with some sensual thrills he would never forget."
"What a delicious suggestion," Liz smiled gratefully. "Anything else you can think of, please tell me. I want to apply this knowledge."
It was obvious to him that Liz was eager to do his bidding.
"We have another device," he smiled, "that we sell here incidentally, that you should have. You see one man cannot provide the ultimate sensual thrills. The reason being simply that he only has one cock. It is nothing against him, but nevertheless, it makes it impossible for him to give the kind of sensations that are offered in first class bordello or an orgy swap."
"I don't want to get involved in an orgy," she shrugged.
"You don't have to," he smiled, going over to the cabinet and opening a door. Pulling out a double dildo, he flashed a knowing smile her direction.
"You can use this when you're on a lonely night," he grinned. "Or you can have your lover use the same dildo that you use on him. It will give him one for your rectum and one for your vagina."
"A beautiful idea," she told him. "I can't thank you enough."
"I want you to report to me on how it goes," he nodded. "There's not a reason in the world why you can't meet with success. However, now and then a husband or a lover frets. They are afraid to try something different. That is when you tell them they are totally unsophisticated."
"Why should I tell them that?" she asked.
"That will put them on the defensive," he explained. "They will have to admit they are not as sophisticated as they should be. Then you are in a position to get what you want. They will feel compelled to measure up to your concept of what sophistication is."
"Good thinking," she said. "I would like to buy that double dildo, too. If I'm alone and need a little satisfaction it will provide that."
When Liz Jackson left Carter Livingstone's office she was supplied with plenty of equipment. She even purchased jelly to apply to the dildo to let it ride smoothly.
"Now we'll be expecting you in another month or so," Mr. Livingstone smiled. "And may I add, good luck. Or should I say good you-know what."
"Take it easy, Carter," she complained, "I think I've turned you on."
"I'll confess you have," he admitted, "but I stick to my principals. Much as I would enjoy an intimate afternoon affair here in my office with you, I shall refrain."
She felt as if she were sailing on a cloud as she went home that afternoon. For Carter Livingstone had given her new hope.
Once she got home she discovered her son was there and swimming naked in the pool. Liz decided to join him. Quickly stripping, she went out to the patio and jumped in the water. When she pulled up at the far end of the pool her son smiled at her.
"Hi, mom," he grinned.
"How are you doing, baby?" she said, still not indicating to him how tormented she was over the fact he had made out with Linda.
"I've been thinking, mom," he told her, "that Linda is no damned good."
"I hate to say I told you so," she said. "So I've held my peace."
"You are better," he said enthusiastically. "And for a lot of reasons, mom."
"You've discovered that at last," she said confidently. "I knew you would."
As he looked at her he got so excited she observed his penis was getting a hard-on.
"Would you like to try something unique today?" Liz smiled as she got to her feet.
"What does unique mean, mom?" he asked.
"Don't they teach you anything in school these days?" Liz shrugged. "Back in my day we had a vocabulary that wouldn't quit."
"You still haven't told me what unique means, mom."
"Unique means unusual. Now, baby, what I have in mind is something different you will love."
Liz turned and went into the house and her son followed her. In the bedroom she took out the fresh dildo that she had purchased.
"What's that for, mom?" he asked her curiously.
"That is to give you two cocks instead of one," she explained.
"What do I need two cocks for?" he asked.
"That's easy to answer, dear," she smiled. "Doesn't mother have two holes down there?"
"That's what you want?" he asked quietly.
"Why, yes, dear," she said patiently. "I want to be loved both places, if you don't mind. The asshole is a sensitive place. If you ride it up slowly and don't jab it up, then I could enjoy it."
"All right, mom," he said, taking the dildo and its straps from her.
"Here, let me help you put it on," she said, going over to her young son.
When she had finished strapping the black strap dildo on, he looked up at her.
"This plastic prick looks like the real thing," he admitted.
"It should," Liz explained, "it's a copy of an actual penis."
"Is that right?" he asked.
"Yes, dear," she told him, "and you are going to get a big charge out of seeing mamma wiggle."
Before she let him proceed she felt she should apply the jelly that had been given to her to add lubrication.
"I've got a tube of surgical jelly," she smiled, "that we must apply."
Applying it to the plastic penis, she prepared for the anal invasion.
"You should use your cock in my pussy," she smiled. "And use the dildo up my asshole."
"Yes, mom," he agreed.
She got on the bed and he proceeded to give her a good time.
"Fit it in my pussy and my ass at the same time," she insisted.
"If I can, mom," he said nervously.
Reaching down, she guided him as best she could. She felt the tip of the dildo easing into her asshole and at the same time felt his rigid cock slipping into her cunt.
"That feels just great," he told her. "Yes. Oh, mom, this is really fun."
"Certainly it is, baby," she said as she massaged his shoulders and his back.
He was amazed how much pleasure he could derive from slipping it to her. It gave him the sensation of being two men.
"Fuck me, baby," she begged, "fuck me. I want it. Come on, baby, fuck. That's the way to do it. Fuck it!"
He enjoyed his mother's promptings. It made him feel so right.
"Give it to me," he begged, "that's the way I want it. Give me a good fucking. All the way. Fuck me. Faster, mom. Faster."
In and out he drove the dildo and his rigid cock. The electrical thrills shooting up and down her spine increased.
"That's the way to do it," he told her. "Fuck. Fuck mom. Grab it with your pussy. Grab it with your ass."
The sensational pleasure that he was enjoying was not diminishing for a moment.
"Give it to me/' he begged her, "fuck. That's the way to do it. Fuck it"
The sensational achievement was building to a focal point. It wouldn't be much longer now until he shot his wad. This was the moment that she waited for. She wanted to grip it tightly in her vagina muscles and squeeze the cream out of his cock.
"Oh, wow, mom," he panted, "yes, yes, I'm almost there!"
The hot cream exploded in her twisting pussy.
"Grind your hips, mom," he begged, "yes. Grind them."
Liz twisted her body. He was getting more and more excited every second.
"Keep it up," he begged her, "keep doing that. That's the way I want it. Fuck. Fuck, mom. Fuck."
She felt herself juicing as he continued jabbing his cock savagely into her.
When he had finished his vigorous fuck, he eased himself out of her asshole and out of her vagina.
"That was really something, baby " she exclaimed as he unstrapped the dildo.
fie laid it down and she picked it up. Going to tiie bathroom, she washed it off quickly and dried it with a towel.
"That is unique," he chuckled.
"I told you it was, son."
It was amazing to Liz how her son could maintain his erection. His pecker pointed up and Liz determined she was going to give him more action.
"Sweetheart" she smiled, "you are going to need some more loving."
"Yes, mom," he smiled. "What have you got in mind 7"
There was a small smile playing about his lips as he contemplated what Liz would want to do next.
"Something that you have never had before, baby," she told him emphatically.
"Like what?" Brad asked her curiously
"How would you like to have me ride this dildo up your rectum while I'm sucking your cock off r
"Thaf s impossible/' he told her.
"No, it isn't" she insisted. "All you have to do is get your body in the correct position."
"Show me."
Immediately Liz went into action. Strapping the dildo on she proceeded to massage it with the slippery surgical jelly until it glistened.
"That's a big thing to stick up my butt," he complained.
"You want to be sophisticated, don't you?" she asked him.
"What's sophisticated about getting an ass fuck?" he demanded.
"It's different," she explained. "You can get two sensations at the same time. You will enjoy it, you'll see!"
Doubting it completely, Brad nevertheless went over to the bed and raised his legs up.
"Rest your legs on my thighs," she explained as she held his legs parted and guided the slippery dildo into place.
"Go easy on that, mom," he warned.
"Don't worry about a thing, baby," she smiled as she slowly eased the dildo up his tight asshole.
"It hurts," he complained, as it slid past his puckered up anal ring.
"But only for a moment, baby," she grinned.
She was jabbing it now in even regular strokes. He was enjoying it now and so was she.
"Fuck it," he panted, "fuck me, mom." The moment that he asked her to fuck him she realized he was enjoying himself.
Liz was only too happy to accommodate Brad's request.
"Sure, baby," she panted as she rode into him. At the same time she was bending over, attempting to get her mouth in line with his prick. It fascinated him to see that she was accomplishing it. He helped by angling his body over.
"Fuck me," he panted, "and suck me."
She was only too eager to give him what Carter Livingstone had told her would hold him.
"Now you're doing it, mom," he marvelled, as he saw her pink tongue tip lightly lashing over the head of his rigid penis while her dildo continued sliding in and out of his hot, tight asshole.
"Beautiful, son," she panted, "yes, that's the way to do it. Fuck it."
The double suck and fuck action was pleasing him more than he could believe. He had no idea that a dildo jabbing into his tender behind could prove pleasurable. However, he was learning how little he knew about sex. For what his mother was doing now was bringing him more excitement, more pleasure than he had ever experienced before. He enjoyed watching her cheeks suck in as she slowly slid her mouth over his penis head.
"Suck me," he panted, "suck, mom. Yes, mom, suck me. Keep it up. Oh, ah, yes, yes, suck me."
The unrestrained pleasure that they were having as they went into their uninhibited sexual performance thrilled her. Certainly Carter Livingstone knew what he was talking about. She wished that he could be a voyeur mouse in a corner, watching.
"Eat my prick, fuck my asshole," the young boy panted as his mother did both things. "Lick it, fuck it. Faster!"
Liz increased the tempo of her driving dildo stabs. It added greatly to his pleasure to feel her ramming up his rectum with such force.
"Oh, ah, yes, yes, fuck me. Fuck me good!"
The pleasure that was building to a passionate pitch had Liz trembling with delight. For she recognized she would be triumphant. The cheap slut, Linda, could never think of such sophisticated sex. It was in this fact she gloried as she went on licking his prick in the eager hope of a big load.
"I'm gonna cream in a minute, mom," he panted, "get set! Yes, now'8 the explosion, mom. Suck me!"
Right on target the hot cream shot into her mouth. Gladly, greedily Liz devoured her son's cum.
His twisting asshole proved he enjoyed the anal penetration as well.
"Wow!" he sighed as she pulled off his prick and slid out of his behind.
"That's what I call a real genuine, twenty-four karat fuck."
"You can say that again, mom," he sighed with deep satisfaction.