Chapter 4
When she went back home, she was surprised to find Ted waiting for her.
"Where have you been, baby?" he said. "I wanted to tell you about the good news."
"Good news?" she asked. "What are you talking about?"
"Well, I'll tell you," he said. "We are going to have plenty of good news when we go to Des Moines, Iowa."
"Des Moines?" she said. "What happened?"
"My transfer that I applied for went through," Ted informed her.
"You never mentioned any transfer to me," she said. "I just can't believe this."
"Well it's true," he told her. "And, baby, you and I are going to have a wonderful time. Jeff, of course, will have some adjusting to do. I don't suppose he will like leaving his school friends."
"Ted," she said quickly, "I think you should have consulted us."
"Well, aren't you happy, honey?" he asked. "You've said that you wanted a change. You've said that you were tired of living here."
"It isn't that," she said. "It's that you didn't trust me enough to tell me."
"Damn it," he said, "can't I do anything to please you?"
"Look, dear," she said. "I want you to know that everything between a husband and wife should be on the up and up. Are you going to import your secretary, Joyce?"
"Well, that's what I was coming to," Ted told her. "I was going to tell you that we might take Joyce with us."
"That would be just dandy," she said looking at him with an evil glare.
"You see," he said, "she's divorcing her husband. She knows all about the job, and I don't know how I'd get along without her."
"Are you sure the reason that you can't get along without Joyce is confined to the office-or to the bedroom."
"Are you trying to tell me something?" he demanded.
"Of course I am," she said. "I'm telling you that I'm not going to put up with any of the crap that you are trying to hurl my way. I absolutely refuse to have that girl go along."
Ted got to his feet and paced the floor. Just then, the phone rang.
"I'd like to speak to Ted," a soft voice began.
"Who is this?" Ann Harrington asked abruptly.
"This is his secretary, Joyce," she said. "Am I speaking to Mrs. Harrington?"
"Yes," she said. "You are. And while you're on the phone, honey, let me tell you something. Keep your hands off my husband, because he's mine. I hope you understand."
"Well, I do declare," the girl with the southern accent continued talking. "I don't know what you are saying."
"Well, if I've got to put it bluntly, baby," she said, "I will. Quit screwing around with weak-spined Ted. Whenever he sees a cute little number walk by, he can't keep his hands to himself."
"I have the highest regard for my boss," she said softly. "And I think you are just terrible to talk that way."
"I don't have anymore to say to you," Ann said. "I'll turn you over to Ted. Maybe he can make a date to meet you somewhere."
Ted, who was now red-faced and embarrassed, picked up the phone.
"I'm sorry," he said, "but my wife is upset. It isn't you, Joyce, it's moving."
In the background, Joyce could hear Ann calling out, "It sure is her. I know you're fucking her."
He put his hand over the phone quickly, but not quickly enough.
"Joyce," he said, "Could I call you back?"
"Fire her," Ann shrieked. "And fire her fast. I don't want that little bitch working for you. You get it?"
"You're terrible," he said angrily. "I won't fire her just because you tell me to. You understand that?"
"It's her or me," Ann said.
He had no alternative but to dismiss her. In response, Joyce whispered, "I know she's back of it. And we'll get together, baby. One way or another."
When she hung up, Ann was curious to know what she had said.
"What did the little bitch say to you before you hung up?" she asked him. ""None of your damn business," he told her.
In the days that followed, Ann and Jeff had an opportunity to talk quite a bit while Ted traveled to Des Moines to get his office set up.
"Mom," Jeff exclaimed when he came home from school one afternoon, "I have found me a new girl. Isn't that wonderful?"
Concealing the rage that she felt in her heart, Ann nodded. "Why yes dear," she said, forcing a smile. "I'm happy for you."
"I knew you'd take it that way, Mom," he said. "And I hope you won't mind if I bring home and ball her."
"Mind?" she said. "Why of course not. I think that would be cozy."
"Oh, you're great, Mom," he said. "You're so understanding. I appreciate you so much."
"Well, I try to be understanding, dear," she told him, "Why not? In this world we need people who understand each other."
Suddenly a passionate urge to make love to him seized her. She couldn't control it.
"Jeff," she said anxiously, "Couldn't we have a little sex?"
He knew what she was leading up to, and he was feeling rather horny.
"Well, maybe, Mom," he said. "If you can get me excited enough."
"I don't think that will be difficult, dear," she told him. "No, I don't think it will, be difficult at all."
At this point, she went over to him. She reached down and began feeling of him.
"Ohhh, Mom," he said, "does that ever feel great!"
Now she was unzipping his fly. Before he knew what was happening, she was fumbling around in his shorts and pulling out his penis.
"What a big one you've got," she exclaimed. "Oh, honey, I want to make love to you."
"Let's do it in my bedroom," he told her.
It did look a bit strange, to see Jeff walking down the hall with his mother to his bedroom with his gigantic male member standing straight up. Reaching over, she gripped it and squeezed it.
"Hang in there, Mom," he told her. "Yesss, wait."
When he got into the bedroom, he watched her strip. He couldn't understand why, but he always got a big charge out of seeing her take off her clothes.
"Oh, Mom, do you ever look great! You really have a body that won't stop."
She was reaching under her bosoms to hold them up.
"You like these, dear?" She smiled at him. "You bet I do," he told her. "They are beautiful."
It was obvious to him that she had a gorgeous body. And the whole idea of making love to her passionately appealed to him.
"Oh, honey," he told her, "you are too much."
Massaging her bosoms, he suddenly reached down and tugged at the elastic band of her panties. He caught the moisture starting to form around her crotch.
"I guess you're real excited Mom," he told her.
"You bet I am," she said. "Who wouldn't be with a son like you? Oh, honey, I have such respect for you."
"Well, good, Mom," he told her. "I would enjoy having sex so much."
He was becoming more and more excited at the whole prospect.
"Oh, baby," he told her, "I want to eat your box."
She loved the feel of his hands pulling down her panties. Jeff dropped to his knees and suddenly placed his face next to her vagina. Then, he began licking quickly. When she had stepped out of her panties, it didn't take him long to let his tongue slip over her mound. The hot tongue swept over the mound. And as it licked back and forth, her entire body quivered. Reaching down, she gripped her son's head and held him there.
"Oh, baby," she groaned in delight. "You don't know what you're doing to me. Yes, yes. Love your momma."
His hot tongue flicked in there. The sensations, that they were generating were becoming more and more appealing. Now, she wanted him to eat her. She wanted to juice in his face.
Jeff was feeling equally stimulated. He licked the velvety vagina walls eagerly. His tongue swept around inside of her and suddenly he nibbled. As he nibbled her clit, she became so excited she juiced. It was a moment of hot delight for them.
"Oh, baby," he gasped, "you don't know what you're doing to me. You're really turning me on."
The sensational pleasure that he was deriving from this act was almost more than he could stand.
"Oh, hot momma," he panted as he pulled his tongue out of her. "That was too much."
His tongue was full of her.
"Now, darling," she said, "Momma wants to show you how much she loves you."
Jeff began undressing now. As she watched her strong, sturdy young son take off his clothes her heart went out to him.
"Jeff darling," she said, "I am really hot for your body."
Now he was bare-ass naked.
"Let me just look at you, son." She smiled with motherly pride.
He stood there with his gigantic penis standing up. She looked at his big balls, and then she admired his back.
"Turn around, baby," she said, "and let Mom admire her beautiful boy."
She slapped his buttocks, and then she told him emphatically, "We've got to take care of that great big cock of yours."
Together they stepped over to the bed. Now she told him what she wanted.
"Sweetheart," she said, "what you do now is just straddle Mom. Let your ass rest on my bosoms. That's what I would like."
He accommodated her quickly. He got on the bed, and straddled her. And then, ever so slowly, he began lowering himself. As he lowered himself, she felt his hot ass-cheeks pressing on her bosoms. She loved the feeling of it and then she felt his gigantic penis coming close to her mouth.
"Honey," she said, "Let me lick your ass-cheeks a minute."
She let her tongue slide over his bare behind a moment or two.
"Now swing those big balls over my mouth," she suggested.
He let his balls swing over her mouth. Then her hot tongue reached out and she started licking.
"Oh, sweetheart," he gasped excitedly, " I just love it when you lick my nuts."
She opened her mouth and he lowered himself toward her lips. Now his big balls were slipping into her mouth. She licked quickly and Jeff became more and more stimulated.
"Oh, that feels great," he told her. "Just great!"
The pleasure of the big balls slipping in hen mouth was almost more than she could take. Then the hands began massaging the buttocks.
"Beautiful," he told her. "Just beautiful, baby."
The pleasure that they enjoyed now was increasing. The huge cock was pointed at her mouth. Opening her mouth, she let her pink tongue slip out so she could lovingly caress the head of it. Reaching out, she grasped his thighs and squeezed. He loved the feel of her hands on his thighs.
"Play with my ass, Mom," he told her.
She nodded, but she couldn't reply. Her mouth was plugged with the sliding penis now, and she wasn't going to pull off it for anything. That is, until he had creamed in her mouth.
He pumped back and forth now, and she became more and more stimulated. She could taste him start to juicing. This was what she wanted.
"Eat my cock, Mom," he told her excitedly. "Eat me! Yes, eat me!"
She greedily sucked him. As he watched himself thrusting back and forth, he became more and more stimulated.
"Oh, baby," he groaned, "I like that."
The sensations were building now. Every moment, he was becoming more and more excited.
Finally, as the passionate pleasure increased, he couldn't hold back any longer. The sperm load shot into her mouth.
"Suck the juice out," he told her.
She gulped greedily as she finished him.
He still remained hard. She marveled at how long he could sustain his erection. As his penis brushed over her vagina, she reached down to grip it. Guiding it into herself, she felt him lowering his body. Then she thrust her pelvis forward as she twisted her ass around. The penis shaft was securely in her vagina.
"Oh, baby," he told her," I really dig that. Now you're doing it. That's what I want."
The pleasure was increasing. Every moment they were becoming more and more excited.
"Just fuck it," he told her. "Yes baby, fuck! That's what I like."
She let her hands run down his back as he continued pumping into her. She brushed her breasts over his chest and he crushed down on them hard.
"Oh, honey, I love that," she told him. "It feels so good. You're such a stud."
"Am I Mom?" Jeff asked, unsure of himself.
"Oh, yes, baby," she said, "You're such a man. And I have such respect for you."
"And I respect you, Mom," he told her. "Even if nobody else in the world would, I do."
It was strange, how those words hit Ann. As she clawed his back, she became more and more excited. He loved her hands on him. She let her hands slide from his back down to his bottom. Then she gripped his ass-cheeks and squeezed them.
"Oh, Mom," he panted. "I'm coming." Reaching around one ass-cheek, she deliberately massaged his prostrate gland. This was what she wanted to do. She loved the sensations that this action was creating.
There was no doubt about it in her mind, Jeff was quite a character.
As the hot juice flooded her pussy, she felt herself coming too. He was sliding in the lubrication from her vagina as well as his own creamy juice.
Finishing, he withdrew.
"That ought to do you a piece," he teased her.
She looked at him and worried.
"I don't like that look on your face, Mom," he told her.
"Well, I'm thinking about you," she said. "I don't want you doing it with some slut who'll give you a disease or something."
"You don't have to worry about this chick," he told her, "She knows how to take care of herself."
"Well, I do hope so, honey," she said. "Not that I'm jealous in the least."
"Of course not, Mom," he said. "Why would you be jealous?"
"Well if I were silly enough to think of myself as a lover or something," she said. "I might get jealous. But, my real reason for having sex with you was to help you make the adjustment to adulthood."
He laughed, as he thought of her explanation.
"So, what's funny?" Ann asked Jeff.
"Oh, nothing, Mom," he said. "I was just thinking about a joke a kid told at school."
"Well share it with me, honey," she said. "Mother could always use a laugh."
"No," he said. "It isn't worth repeating."
"All right," she said.
She got off the bed and went back to her room. But that night she was doing plenty of thinking. And when the weekend came, the worst years that she had imagined became realities. For she happened to be standing at the window when Jeff was walking home with a girl he planned to ball in his bedroom. It was obvious, that the girl was wearing a blonde wig. She was coarse and cheap looking. She had false eyelashes and some ridiculous eye shadow. Ann wanted to rush right out and tell him what a big fool he was making of himself. But she held herself back. She could tell him later.
She listened as Jeff walked the blonde to the bedroom. Now she was angry. Fury seared through her mind, and tormented her body. Yet there was little she could do. In the meantime, Jeff was having a ball.
"Melinda," he told her, "I want to give you a good balling."
"Well first, honey," she said. "I would like you to use your tongue on my pussy. That's a good way to begin."
"Yes, I think it is," he assured her. "And I'll go right down there and do you."
The pleasure was building now. He could hardly stand it, and she could hardly stand it either.
"Yes baby," he told her. "That is too much."
She was peeling off her clothes quickly, and he was shocked when he discovered she wore no panties. Standing in the hallway, Ann Harrington heard the girl tell her son that she never wore panties. At that moment, Ann felt like barging in and telling her what a real tramp she was. No panties! she thought to herself and shook her head. Next, the girl got on the bed and threw her legs up. Ann could see quite easily, through the door which was slightly ajar.
"Over here, honey," Melinda smiled.
Jeff laughed. "You're not very shy about it are you?" he teased her.
"Honey," she said, "When you do it like I do it at twenty bucks an hour you'll learn not to be shy."
When Ann Harrington heard that her son was paying this woman twenty bucks for her body, she was outraged. Just as she had been suspecting from the first moment she caught sight of the wig and the false eyelashes. The girl was indeed a tramp. The fact that she wore no panties was proof of that fact. And now, with her bold leg movements, she was enticing Ann's innocent son. It was enough to turn Ann's stomach.
As the girl wiggled about, young Jeff felt less inclined to go after her. It seemed as if she was the man and he was the woman. She was that bold about it.
"Well, are you going to eat me or not?" she asked. "After all, time is money. I don't want to rush you or anything, honey, but I can't stay all night."
"All right, Melinda," he said.
When Ann noticed that her son's cock wasn't even hard, she was delighted. It made her realize that sex to her son meant much more than a naked female body. She realized what a little bit of time her husband would have taken to slip his cock into Melinda's pussy and fuck her good. She was delighted to see her son far more reluctant to pounce on the girl and get his rocks off, so to speak.
"Ohhh, sweetheart," she said, "what a good tongue man you are."
The hot tongue jabbed in there and she was getting more and more excited every moment.
"Now lick my love button, baby," she said, "That's where I like you to lick. Oh, yes, honey, that's the way to do it."
He kept his head buried there and licked quickly.
"Eat my pussy," she said. "Eat my pretty pussy."
To herself, Ann thought, pretty pussy my ass! Just a cheap little slut, trying to get him to give her a speed fuck or suck, so she could get on with another job. It really disgusted her to think of him putting his sweet, handsome face over her rather used mound.
Ann could easily see that the girl had plenty of sex mileage.
"Ohhh, honey," she exclaimed. "You got me there baby."
Ann didn't believe it for a minute. She thought it was one big act and her young son Jeff would probably be so excited that he wouldn't even notice that it was an act. Repelled, disgusted and outraged, she felt like barging in. She put one foot in the door, and fortunately neither Melinda nor her son Jeff noticed it. Then she changed her mind and pulled her foot back and continued listening to what she could hear in the hallway.
"Keep it up, baby," Melinda said. "Maybe you can get a little more juice out of the well."
He continued and finally withdrew his tongue.
"Now, honey," she said, "how would you like to pump your great big cock up there?"
"Oh, I'd like that fine Melinda, baby," he said.
She looked at him and realized that he wasn't hard.
"Are you an impotent male or something?" she asked him.
"Well, no," Jeff apologized. "But I don't know what happened to that thing between my legs."
"Well, I'll swing down there and give you a quickie blowjob," she said, "just to get it up. Then, you can plunge it into me, or better still I can grab it with my pussy and give you a wild workout. How does that grab you?"
"It sounds like fun," Jeff told her.
Ann shook her head and watched. She was furious, to think that this woman's mouth that had probably slipped over hundreds of cocks, was now sliding over her son's huge penis. It was swelling, sure enough. It was instinct, and instinct alone, that was making this possible. She realized, it must be working on a reflex basis, as he couldn't be turned on with such a cheap slut. The fact that she had big swinging bosoms wasn't enough to conceal the fact from Ann what a real tramp she was dealing with.
The woman's mouth moved vigorously, her cheeks sucking in. Ann felt maybe she was a sperm gal. And she figured perhaps she wouldn't pull off in time, if she was that eager to get the cream.
She got a surprise when she saw Melinda slipping off his penis. Gripping it, she asked him quietly, "Do you want I should fuck you? Or do you want to be on top?"
"Doesn't make any difference," he said.
She seized his penis and, straddling him, let it slip into her. As Ann watched, she thought it was a ridiculous thing. She had never been so disgusted by anything that she had seen. She couldn't stand it any longer and she barged into the bedroom.
"Well, you're not much of a slut if you ask me," she said. "Or you would let him get on top. You're going to get him adjusted to aggressive females."
"Who's that?" Melinda demanded.
"That's my mom," he said sheepishly.
"Yes," she said, "I am Jeff's mother. And I don't think I've ever seen a more disgusting sight in my life."
"I'm splitting this scene," the woman said as she slid off his penis and began hunting for her clothes.
"You don't wear underwear, honey," Ann said.
"So it won't take you long to get dressed, will it?"
Jeff looked at his mother and glared.
"You'll thank me later, dear," she said. "You don't know what I've saved you from."
Finally, the chick was about ready to go. Then she said softly, "Jeff, could I speak to you alone?"
"About the money?" Jeff said loud enough so his mother could hear.
"It isn't worth anything," Ann exploded, "As a matter-of-fact, you should be paying him. You're probably giving him a dose of clap of worse."
"Mom will you be quiet," he said angrily. "That's no way to talk to her."
"I know her kind," she said. "And I wish you would leave me alone."
"Here's your money," he said, handing her twenty dollars.
She didn't say thank you, but turned away readily.
When Jeff was alone with his mother, she did some quick invention.
"I just happened to be walking down the hall, son," she explained. "And I heard what was going on. And as I glanced in, I was sure that was one of the girls that I had seen in the picture in the paper."
"The paper?" he asked his mother.
"Yes," she said. "The newspaper. I was sure that I saw her being picked up in a vice raid in a massage parlor. Then, they check the girls out and said everyone of them had VD. I do hope that you haven't picked something up."
"You really saw that, Mom?" Jeff asked eagerly.
"Would I lie to you?" she demanded.
"Yes, you would," he told her bluntly.
"Well that's true," she said. "I probably would lie if I felt it was necessary. But this is no lying or no laughing matter. I don't want you bringing a lot of syphilitic idiots into this world."
Strangely, Jeff suddenly felt grateful to his Mother. And his sympathy pulled him tighter to her. She was delighted that she had scored a victory. She went over to him and embraced him lovingly.
"Oh, darling," she said, "I'm so glad you understand what I did to protect you from that horrible creature."
"Thanks, Mom," he told her. "I really appreciate it."
"By the way, where did you pick that slut up?" she asked him.
"Well, she works at one of those bars," he said. "I guess she's a cocktail waitress or something."
"Well that's a nice type of person to be dealing with," she said. "Half of those cocktail waitresses, hustle on the side."
"Do you really think so Mom?" he asked her.
"Of course, dear," she said. "I had a girlfriend named Vera who used to work at a bar. And that's what she was doing to make extra money. Nothing against it, if that's the type of life they want to lead. However, dear, I don't want you tangling with such trash."
As she said that, she reached down and stroked him.
"Mom," he said. "Could we do it standing up."
"Why not, dear?" she said. "That should be a lot of fun."
She slid out of the clothes she was wearing in short order. And then he threw it into her. As she felt it sliding into her, she threw her legs around him.
He grabbed his mother's ass-cheeks as she thrust her legs around his waist.
"Oh, baby," she said, "you're so hard tonight."
"I guess it's because you turn me on, Mom," he said. "You really are a lot better than that chick."
"I should hope so, honey," she said. "That's not a compliment."
"You're the tops," he told her. "How's that for a compliment?"
"Oh, honey," she said lovingly, "you don't know what you do to me."
As he thrust it to her, he massaged her bottom. She loved the feel of his hands on her ass as he stabbed away. She tightened her thigh grip around his waist.
"Oh, look," he said, "Look at that, Mom."
She turned to the mirror to see the reflection of their bodies. It was a fantastic reflection, all right. For her legs were around her son's waist. And his huge cock was stabbing in and out of her vagina. She was gripping it tightly and he was going out of his mind with delight.
"Oh, Mom," he panted, "I'm coming! I'm shooting, baby!"
The hot, white cream exploded. She ground her hips around as he finished fucking her.
"Oh, baby," she moaned. "You don't know what you're doing to me. This is too much."
At that very moment, she felt herself suddenly coming, too. Now he had the double lubrication. The lubrication from his own shooting cock as well as his mother's warm vagina.
"Oh Jeff," she panted, "Always fuck me. Don't ever leave me, baby. Don't ever leave me for some cheap tramp like that."
"Don't worry, Mom." Jeff told her. "I'll never leave you. I love you. You give me what I need.
Oh, Mom."
She was peppering his face with kisses as he concluded his cockstabbing action.
Finally she unwound one leg from around his waist and stood on the floor. Then she slowly eased the other leg off him. Now he pulled out of her.
"I feel vacant without you, darling," she said. "When you fill me up with love, it flips me."
"I feel the same thing," he said. "No one could understand this but you and me."
"You are so right, Jeff," she said. "This must be our secret. You must never tell anybody. They couldn't appreciate what we have found."
Jeff was delighted to talk to his mother like this. Now their souls were communing, as well as their bodies. It was a strange and torrid moment for the two of them. And certainly no one else could understand. But to Jeff, and to his mother, Ann, it was love. A pure, blinding kind of love.
As she walked across the room he looked at her.
"You have a gorgeous body," he said. "And when I think of Dad not giving you the action you need, it makes me sick."
"It makes me sick, too." she admitted.
The two of them were madly in love with each other. And it was difficult for them to understand what he meant.
"Honey," she said, "There are many reasons that we must keep our love a secret."
"Well I know the big one," he admitted bluntly, "I'm not afraid to tell you."
"What do you mean, dear?" she asked him.
"They would call me a dirty, rotten mother-fucker."
She went over to him and slapped her hand over his face.
"Jeff darling," she cried, "what a foul thing to say."
"Mom," he said when she removed her hand, "I'm sorry."
Indeed he was sorry, as he realized he had hurt her. He hadn't intended to, but he had. Lovingly, tenderly, he put his arm around her and whispered, "I love you, Mom."
Those words burned in her mind as she turned her head up to see him.
"And I love you, Jeff," she said. "And I always will. Nothing can ever change that."
"I know, Mom," he said sadly, realizing for the first time the depth for which she cared for him.
"Promise me one thing, Jeff baby," she told him. "No matter what ever happens in our lifetime, that you'll never hate me for this."
"No, Mom." he said soothingly. "I could only love you. Because you are loved."
Saying that, the two of them walked together to her bedroom. Without saying a word, he lay beside her on the bed. And they fell asleep in this position.