Chapter 8
It was at this point that Liz Jackson determined to move in. She was happy that her son had confided in her and she planned to utilize it to her benefit.
"Son," she smiled, "that doesnt need to bother you. Your mother is here."
She was resting her hand on his leg as she spoke.
"Mom," he said, "will you still have me?" "Certainly, dear," she said, "you know how much I love you." Reaching over, she slowly unzipped his fly.
As she pulled out his penis, he smiled. Immediately, she placed her mouth on it and started licking.
"Oh, mom," the young boy panted, "it feels so good when you do me. She wasn't half as good at it."
Even though it was distracting to Liz Jackson to hear her son compare her with his young female lover, she was nevertheless grateful that it was a favorable comparison
"I want to roll in the hay with you, mom," he said
"Fine, baby," she told him
He could hardly wait to get in bed with her. He undressed in the living room, and left his clothes lying on the floor. Liz didn't complain. She was too eager to have sex with him again. It was like a triumphal return.
"How do you want it, mom?" he asked eagerly.
"How sweet of you to ask, baby," she said. "Mom would like to be on top this time. That would be more fun!"
"Right on," he smiled.
She was totally determined to involve him now in a variety of sex positions. She figured that she would give him so many different ways of doing it that he could never quickly involve any one woman in such a variety of acts. By comparison she figured she would have to stack up well.
He lay down on his back and she sucked on him a few moments to get him prepared for action.
"Now I'm gonna slip my pussy around your prick," she told him.
Straddling him, Liz guided his cock into her vagina. As it slid in smoothly, she felt her spine tingling.
"Fuck me, baby," she begged, "fuck me good."
He rode in with savage force. She loved the feel of his hands on her bosoms now as he played with her while he fucked vigorously.
"This is a groovy position, mom," he panted. "We fit good this way, don't we?"
"Of course we do, darling," she told him. "We are fuck mates."
"You can say that again," he grinned.
Liz pumped vigorously with her pussy muscles. She wanted to give him a workout he would enjoy.
"Keep it up," he begged her, "yes. Keep fucking. Now you're doing it. That's the way I want it. Fuck, baby, fuck."
The sensational pleasure of the stabbing cock sent electrical waves of pleasure surging through her.
"Give it to me," he panted, "pump your pussy."
She pumped it all right and he rode into her. It wasn't going to be much longer now before his penis exploded. This was the magic moment that Liz looked forward to.
"Oh, ah, yes, yes, give it to me."
Faster and faster his cock pumped into her tight twisting vagina.
"Pinch my nipples," she begged him. "That's what I want you to do. Pinch them while you're stabbing me with that great big cock of yours."
He gladly accommodated her by squeezing her nipples. And Liz felt herself suddenly juicing.
"I'm cuming," she exclaimed, excitedly.
"So am I, mom," he told her, happily.
He reached down now to grip her ass cheeks as he held her in place while he finished his rapid-fire cock stabs.
The pecker juice was exploding into her pussy from his cock now and she massaged it with her tight pussy muscles.
"More, baby," she said, "more juice. I want to feel it. I want to feel it to my toes."
"You'll feel it," he gasped, as he went on vigorously thrusting.
More juice erupted from his penis head and Liz felt totally triumphant.
When she was sure that he'd completed shooting, she slowly eased herself off him.
"That was a wonderful time you gave me," she smiled.
"I enjoyed it, too, mom," he nodded.
As they showered together he assured her that he wouldn't be bothering with any other girls.
"You don't know how good that makes me feel," she told him.
"There's a strange thing that I enjoy doing," he admitted, "and I never could do it with you, mom."
"Why not?" she smiled.
"Sometimes, for old time's sake," he smiled, "I like to jerk off."
"Why can't you do it?" Liz asked her son.
"I'm afraid," he told her.
It was disturbing to her to hear him respond like this. For she recognized that she still wasn't satisfying him completely. She wondered what it would require to give him ultimate satisfaction.
"What would make you excited?" she asked.
"Well it's a funny thing," he explained, "but when I was a little kid and a buddy and I Used to jack-off together, I got a big charge out of seeing him pull his meat and he got a charge out of watching me pull mine. When we exploded, we could check to see how far the other fellow shot."
That gave Liz an idea.
"Tomorrow night when you're horny, honey," she said, "I will give you a demo fuck you won't forget. It will be just as exciting as some of those screws that you and your buddy used to have."
Her face was aglow as she talked to him.
"I hope so, mom," he said.
The following day when he was at school, she got another call from Carter Livingstone.
"How is everything going?" Mr. Livingstone asked her frankly.
"Just fine," she assured him.
"Have you had an opportunity to use the double dildo yet?" Carter asked seriously.
"Not yet," she smiled, "but we're going to try it."
"I hope so," he told her. "It is a unique invention. And I'm sure that you will be very happy with the results."
She thanked him again and told him she had to go on an errand. Actually, she was eager to quit talking to him. She was afraid to get any more involved with him. She was fearful that he might be getting a charge out of her telling him the details of her sexual life. This she resented. If she was deriving pleasure from her telling him, he should be paying her, instead of her paying him, she figured.
During the day there was a sex education course at school, where Brad listened intently. The teacher was going on about the importance of cleanliness when it came to sex.
"We must stop what is going on around this school," he observed. "It is no laughing matter that we have so much venereal disease running loose that we have an epidemic here. More than that, we are bringing children into this world that aren't wanted. Some way, somehow, we've got to put an end to it. It isn't right."
Suddenly, Brad raised his hand.
"I want to ask you," he said, "if you are telling us all of these things that we can't do, how are we going to relieve ourselves?"
"That, my friend, is a good question," the teacher said, "and I don't have the answer. It is a problem. And I don't know what the answer is."
As the teacher continued talking, explaining that a young man had the most sex drive at sixteen, Brad saw more and more what a problem it was.
"A boy at sixteen," the teacher went on, "does not have the judgment or the experience to be a parent in most cases. It is unfortunate for he still has to go on and find himself in the world. Whether or not we have arranged things wrong in marriage, I cannot say. But I do understand that the sex drives and how it functions. But the most important thing that I can tell you is that everybody has to exercise discipline, self-restraint and control. That some of you students aren't doing this is evident. And I wish you would wise-up."
There was a smattering of applause as the teacher concluded his class.
When Brad went home that afternoon, his mother listened as he revealed what the teacher had said.
"That's why we are such an ideal situation," she smiled. "You need sex release and so do I. Don't you feel bad for one minute that it's with me. Now I've got the double dildo and I want to show you how it works."
Going to the bedroom, he joined his mother in undressing. When they were totally nude, Liz got on the bed.
"Now watch me, son," she smiled as she brought out the double dildo.
"That's a fantastic contraption," Brad chuckled.
He could feel his penis stiffening as he watched his mother slipping the double dildo into her pussy and her asshole. She pumped forward and worked her pussy and ass muscles vigorously on the two plastic pricks that she was pushing into herself.
"Say I've got to jack-off," he smiled, "I'm really turned on."
Sitting on the edge of the bed he watched himself in the mirror and watched her, too.
"Look this way," she said, "I want your eyes on me when I'm doing it. It gets me hotter."
"I can't see both of us at the same time as well," he chuckled, "when I look in the mirror at our reflection I can't see what we both are doing."
She was amazed at how much pleasure she was deriving from having him there on the edge of the bed, watching, as she slid the dildo into herself. Finally, Brad got so hot he dropped his hand from his cock and told her, "Let's quit playing games. I want to ball you, mom."
"Go ahead, son," she said huskily, her eyes clouding as her young son got over her and pointed his penis at her as he tossed the double dildo aside.
"Give it to me," she exclaimed, raising her legs up and pressing her thighs against his waist. With a sudden forceful jab forward, Brad rode his cock into her pussy.
"Fuck me," she panted, "fuck. That's what I want. Fuck it. Fuck fast."
The rock-hard cock stabbed into his mother's mound with vigor and delight. She gripped it with her pussy muscles, enjoying every second of it.
"Keep fucking," he panted, "that's what I want, baby. Fuck it. Fuck fast."
Their thrills were becoming more exciting now.
"Oh, ah, yes, yes, keep fucking. Right on. That's what I want. Fuck it. Fuck, baby, fuck."
The enthusiasm which the two of them displayed while they contiued fucking was increasing until they both knew they would be juicing quickly. He was licking her face now like a small excited puppy.
"Oh, Brad, honey," she said, "tickle my ears with your tongue. Your father used to do that. He knew just how to make love, baby."
Brad went to his mother's ears. He licked all around her there and stimulated her.
"With just the tip, baby," she said, "that's it. Inside the earlobe. Oh, ah, Brad, Brad!"
Liz reached down to grip her young son's charging ass cheeks. Parting them gently, she slipped a finger in his asshole.
"Keep it up, baby," she panted, "more, more. Don't stop. I want it."
Brad enjoyed the feel of his mother's fingers around his asshole. It caused him to get even more excited. She pulled her finger out of his behind, then squeezed and kneaded his ass cheeks.
"Fuck me," Liz panted as she pushed her pelvis forward. "Fuck, baby, fuck."
Now she locked her legs around his and pushed forward in a regular even rhythmic movement.
"iTuck," she begged, "fuck. Keep it up, baby. Fuck it, fuck, fuck!"
The hot cum spurted from his penis head as he juiced in her vagina.
At this point their lips met in a soul kiss.
"Oh," she said, "what a fuck!"
He smiled at her as his eyes feasted on her body.
"Do you like that, mom?"
"You don't know how much, son," she sighed softly.
"I'm glad," he said, "real glad. Because I enjoyed it, too."
It was obvious to her that her son had turned on. She was happy she could provide him with the pleasures that he sought.
"Baby," she said softly, "you and I were made for each other. I don't know whether it was heaven or hell that put us together, but we were made for each other."
Brad grinned broadly.
"I need sex," he said, "my balls told me that. They ache when I don't get some action."
Kissing her once more, he finally pulled off her.
As he walked across the room, she told him, "Come back here, honey. Don't just walk away from your mamma after you've balled her."
Brad went back to his mother and lay beside her.
"What do you want, blood?" he laughed. "No, sweetheart," she said, "I want some affection."
Brad kissed her on the cheek a small peck. "You call that affection?" she asked, arching an eyebrow. "Yes," he smiled. "What do you call affec-
tion?"
"This," Liz exclaimed, as she pressed her bosoms against his chest, massaging them back and forth and proceeded to press her lips hard against his. Her mouth opened and his tongue invaded her as they Frenched together. Flipping their tongues against each other, stimulated them even more. She could feel him getting stiff again. Finally, she withdrew her tongue from his mouth and smiled knowingly.
"That, baby-doll," she said, "is what mamma calls affection."
As she lay down, Brad's arm went around her.
"What's gonna become of us, mom?" he asked her.
"That's a good question, son," she admitted, "and I don't have the answer."
"At school they would kill me if they knew I was a mother-fucker," he said. "That's what they would call me you know."
"Don't mention it," she warned him.
"You gotta face the truth sometime," he said.
"No, no, son," she said, "that's an awful dirty word. We're lovers. That's all."
"You're a molester and I'm a mother-fucker," he said, "that's telling it like it is."
There was a hard look in his eyes as he gazed at her now. Even though her forehead creased and her eyes were clouding he didn't pay much mind to it.
"You make me feel guilty," he said, "because I want to do it yet I don't want to. I need sex but I don't like to do it with you even though I want to."
"I feel the same thing, son," she explained. "I feel as though I'm being pulled apart at both ends. It's awful. Part of me wants to make love to you and another part says I mustn't. Forgive me, baby. Someday you'll hate me for this."
When he thought that she might quit it suddenly changed his mind about what he had said.
"I'm the one who should be sorry for talking like this to you," he said. "I guess I'm man enough to assume any guilt that I should feel. Mom, I've enjoyed balling you. Don't think I haven't. You have been the best fuck I've ever had. You'll do things like those chicks at school wish they could."
"Oh, thank you, baby," she enthused. "Thank you so much. Mamma loves you. It'll work out. Don't you worry about anything."
"I won't, mom," he said, "as long as dad never finds out or anybody else."
"Nobody's going to find out about us," she said, "that's if you don't tell them."
"You can count on me to keep this secret," he said, "I couldn't afford to have anybody know. Not anybody."
Her eyes looked at him with lusty desire.
"Let's just lie here awhile," she said. "After sex sometimes I like to fall asleep."