Chapter 5
In the days that followed, Jeff and his mother got to know each other quite well. At morning breakfast, about a week later, Ann Harrington admitted to her son, "I don't care if your father never comes back dear."
"Mom," he told her, "you shouldn't say such a thing."
"Well, I can't help it, dear," she said. "Things have been so calm since the bastard's gone."
"He is my father," he reminded her.
"Don't remind me," she told him. "I've been trying to forget that for some time."
Reaching over to Jeff, she explained why she felt as she did.
"Your father was playing around with his secretary," she said. "And he didn't have enough action left over to satisfy me. And, if he had satisfied me, you wouldn't have heard the argument. Then, you wouldn't have come in and made love to me."
"Well, you shouldn't be mad at Dad for that," he said. "You should thank him."
"You do have a point there, honey," she told him. "Actually, you are right."
"Of course I'm right," he said. "You have taken a very narrow-minded attitude toward Dad."
"Maybe I should thank him," she said. "Getting us together has been a most wonderful thing."
"Mom," he told her. "I have found me a girl."
"You have found what?" Ann Harrington demanded in shock.
"I've found me a chick," he said. "Oh, nothing serious. I'm too young for that, but I'm just the right age for some fuck action."
"You do speak bluntly to your mother about such things," she said.
"You're not only my mother," he insisted, "you are my lover. And I thought I ought to let you know, that I have found someone I want to share my love with as well as you."
"Well it's nice to know I'm not tossed on the junk heap, honey," she said. "What's this little girl. I hope you didn't find her at a bar."
"Oh no, Mom," he said. "She goes to school with me."
"Is she pregnant or something?" she demanded. "Now, Mom, why do you start off like that?" he demanded.
"Well, I'm sorry, dear," she said. "But from what I've been reading in the papers lately, about half the girls in school are pregnant these days."
"It isn't that bad," he said. "And I can assure you she's not in the pregnancy class yet."
She said, "And I certainly hope you don't put her there, if you know what I mean."
"I know very well what you mean, Mom," he told her. "And I think you are being disgusting."
"Well, I don't think so, honey," she said. "I think I'm being realistic. And if you could be realistic for one moment, dear, you might come to your senses."
"Look, Mom," he said, "I am old enough to govern my own life. And I don't want you talking that way about a girl I am very fond of."
"Dear me," she said. "This sounds desperately serious."
"It is, Mom," he told her. "And I don't want you to get uptight about it. Understand?"
"Well, if you think I'm going to flash green with envy over some little high school twat, you've got the wrong idea. As a matter-of-fact, honey, I was beginning to get bored with you myself."
This was the farthest thing from the truth, but Ann Harrington was fighting fire with fire. He looked at her, startled.
"Why do you mean, Mom?" he asked her.
"Oh nothing, dear," she said. "But if there are any loose studs around the high school, let your Momma know."
"You mean you'd carry on with another young guy besides me?" he demanded.
"Well, you're going to be carrying on with another woman besides me."
"That's different," he said. "I got to find me another girl to fuck besides my own Mom."
"Well, then, I've got to find me another young man to fuck besides my own son," she said eagerly. "What's the pickings like, sweetheart?"
He gulped and looked at her angrily. The very thought of another young high school student besides himself having sex with her tormented him.
"What's the matter, dear?" she asked. "Cat got your tongue?"
"No, Mom," he said. "I just didn't have you figured that way."
"I'm only human, honey," she said. "Take me down off that pedestal, baby. I have feet of clay."
"I'm seeing that you have," he said angrily. "And I don't like it."
"Well that's too bad baby," she said. "Cause that's the way that it is."
It was becoming more and more clear to him what the score was. And as he listened to his mom talk about it, he got angry.
"I'm getting disgusted with you," he told her.
"Well, I'm getting disgusted with you, son," she snapped. "The way that you're acting just isn't right."
It was evident to her, that she had him exactly where she wanted him. And she continued carving away at his ego.
"When you're in the shower, sweetheart," she smiled, "check the good action out. You know, the studs who are well hung."
"That would be nice, Mom," he said, "for me to be taking a survey of the guys' cocks in the shower at gym class. I could always tell them I was checking their cocks for mom."
"Well, I hope that you do, dear," she said. "I wouldn't want to have them think you were checking them out for yourself. That would be awful."
"Well, you don't have to worry about that," he said. "I certainly am not interested. But if you want me to pursue that for you, I will."
She was a bit amazed at the show of force with which he said that. She figured that he would drop plans for taking out his high school chick he was going on about. Instead, it worked in reverse.
"Now, Mom," he said, "we will find you some stud. Some well-hung stud, who has a cock out to here. That's what you're interested in, isn't it?"
"Yes, dear," she said. "The longer the better."
"Do you care if it's a white guy or a black guy?" he asked her.
"I'm not prejudiced," she smiled. "Just get me some good cock meat."
Once more, young Jeff was nervous.
"I need a drink," he told her. "Certainly, dear," she said. "What do you want?"
"What's left?" he asked. "Since Dad has been gone you've been drinking up all of the booze at the bar."
"Yes," she said. "Just thinking about him turns me to drink. It's his fault you know."
She went over to the bar and reaching underneath, found a bottle of whiskey.
"We still have this big bottle of whiskey, honey," she said.
"Well, it looks half empty to me," he observed.
"Well, dear," she said, "you certainly aren't going to drink any more than that, are you?"
"No," he told her. "It's quite obvious to me what a lot of drinking you've been doing."
"Does that bug you?" she demanded.
"Well, I just don't want you to turn into an alcoholic," he told her.
"Never you mind about that, honey," she said. "Mom can take care of herself. Now as I was saying, I would like an athlete. Maybe a black athlete would be good. They're always horny, aren't they, honey?"
"I haven't observed," he said.
"Well I have," she said. "I used to go with a black athlete in college. That was long before a lot of other people did."
"Right on, Mom," he said. "But how would I ever bring a guy over here and tell him I wanted him to fuck with my own mother?"
"Well, you do have a good point there, honey," she said. "That will require a little strategy. Why don't you tell him that your mother and father are out of town. And tell him that a beautiful girl you know would like to have sex with him. You can tell him that I'm a divorcee. Divorcees have a reputation for wanting it because they're used to it."
"What are you talking about, Mom?" he asked, not quite understanding what she meant.
"Well, sweetheart," she explained. "It's simply this. Once a person gets used to sex on a regular basis, they can't do without it. And divorcees who have been well screwed during their marriage must have sex. It's like a drug."
"And that's what you want me to say about you?" he asked.
"Yes, dear," she said. "You can always say I'm addicted to sex. That I'm a divorcee who needs it badly. And, I will do most anything."
"That's the truth," he said. "You are really quite a woman."
"Now I'll get on a good disguise," she said. "I'll wear false eyelashes, like that cocktail waitress that you dragged back here did. Then, I will get me a wig."
"It's just lucky for you," he said, "that none of the kids at school have met you."
"Well, that's true under these circumstances," she said. "And it's wonderful with your dad being away."
"You know, that's true," he said. "He would have a fit if I brought a chick home."
"And I am willing to let you do most anything," she said quietly.
"Well, that's because you're afraid of blackmail," he said.
"Blackmail?" she gulped. "What are you talking about?"
"Well, I could cause you a lot of trouble," he told her. "Because you aren't supposed to have sex with your own son. Right?"
"Dear me," she said. "What a mind you have."
"Well, that's true isn't it?" he demanded.
"It's not at all true," she said. "Really, dear, you have the mind of a criminal type."
She refused to talk much more about it, and young Jeff was left with a challenge. When he went to school the following day, he decided that he would talk about sex to a young black athlete who was taking a shower next to him.
"Hey, Tyrone," he told him. "Have you had any good ass lately?"
"No, but I'm looking," Tyrone said. "Could you introduce me to a good piece?"
"Yes, I could," Jeff informed him. "I know a divorcee, who is really strung up on men. She used to have an old man who fucked her box all the time. Then, the old man took off and she divorced him. Now she's so hot for it, that I can't keep up with it."
"Well, my big old hammerhead will take care of her," Tyrone laughed.
Glancing down between Tyrone's legs, Jeff couldn't help observing what looked like a long, black snake.
"How long is that thing?" Jeff asked curiously.
"Are you asking for yourself or someone else," Tyrone chuckled.
"For someone else," Jeff laughed. "Namely that divorcee."
"Groovy," he told him. "It's seven and a half inches soft, and nine and a half long. How does that grab you?"
"Well, it doesn't grab me," Jeff assured him. "But I'm sure it will appeal to this divorcee. She's what you might call sex hungry."
"Well, I'm looking for somebody who's sex starved," Tyrone assured him. "Cause I want to get some action in. When can we set this up-and where?"
"Well, Saturday night," Jeff said. "I got a nice, sticky date with Debbie. And I thought I'd fix you up with her."
"Where you all going to go?" he asked.
"Well, we're going to do it at my place," he said. "Cause my mom and dad are out of town."
"Well, how long are they out of town for?" he asked.
"Oh, they'll be gone for three or four days," he assured Tyrone.
Tyrone's balls itched at the prospect of having some wild sex.
"Well, that sure sounds groovy to me," he assured Jeff. "Yes, I'd like that a lot."
It was all arranged for Saturday night. And his Mother was delirious with excitement at the prospect of wearing her wig, applying the false eyelashes and some makeup.
"Did you tell him what my name was?" she asked her son.
"No I didn't," he told her. "I knew you weren't going to give your right name and I figured out that you could use any name you chose."
"How about Pearl for purity?" she smiled.
"I don't know," he said. "Use any name you like."
"Well I thought that was very clever," she said. "Ruby would sound too sexy. Ruby is red."
"Oh, Mom!" he said. "You're too much."
"I think I am," she said. "But apparently I'm not enough for you. Because, you've gone out to find another woman to cool your fire."
"Don't take it as a challenge to your body," he said. "Sure, I dig you. I dig you a lot. But you're making this much too personal."
Now he was really excited.
"You know, Mom," he smiled at her. "I've got to hand it to you. It takes guts to act the way you do."
"Well, thank you, dear," she said. "I accept that as a compliment."
"You would," he told her.
When Saturday night came and young Jeff introduced his mom to the black athlete, Tyrone, he smiled and almost burst out laughing.
"Tyrone meet Pearl," he introduced her.
Fluttering her eyelashes, and stroking her rather bulky wig, she smiled.
"Pleased to meet you, Tyrone, honey," she said.
"Won't you like to join me in my bedroom for a drink?"
"I sure would Miss Pearl," he said. "If you'll excuse me, Jeff and Debbie."
"Why, naturally." Debbie smiled.
When Debbie and Jeff were alone, Debbie couldn't help commenting, "You know she's a very strange looking woman. She looks a little bit like you."
"Isn't that remarkable," he laughed. "People have always commented about Pearl and me."
"Yes," she said. "She couldn't be any relation to you could she? like an aunt or something?"
"No relation at all," he said, "Just the friendly neighbor lady who needs somebody to cool her fire, so to speak."
"I hope you've never had anything to do with her," Debbie said. "Because she's an older woman!"
"Why, naturally not, Debbie," he said. "What kind qf cat do you think I am?"
"Well, you never know," she said. "I used to go with a kid named Jim who said he would stick it in any old port."
"I know what you mean," Jeff nodded. "But I'm not that kind. I wanted somebody special like you to get friendly with. That's why I picked you out special."
"You flatter me," Debbie smiled.
"Well, I'm trying awfully hard," he laughed.
Debbie didn't know whether she should laugh at that or not.
Now Debbie was removing Tier clothes.
"Sweetheart," he smiled, "are you that horny? Can't you wait till I get you in the bedroom?"
"Well, we run around nude all the time at my house," Debbie explained. "My folks belong to the Adam and Eve nudist colony."
"Oh, I heard about that," he said. "That's where everybody runs around naked."
"That's right, honey," she said. "And every part of my body is sacred and beautiful. There is nothing impure, nothing that isn't lovely, and nothing that you shouldn't see."
"I couldn't agree more," he said as he got a close look at her firm round breasts.
"You like these?" she smiled at him.
"I sure do," he said. "But I'd like to uncrate them in the bedroom if you don't mind."
Once they were in the bedroom, she eased out of her skirt. She had some see-through panties that really turned him on. Bending over, he caught a wisp of her hair that stimulated him.
"Oh beautiful," he told her. "That is just beautiful, baby."
He was so stimulated now he could feel his penis juicing.
"What would you like to do, dear?" she smiled at him.
"I would like you to do me," he said.
"Well, how, honey?" she said. "I want to do whatever would make you happy."
"To plug your mouth with my penis would make me very happy," he told her.
"Why, of course, dear," she said. "My daddy--likes that a lot."
"What?" he demanded. "You mean you do that with your daddy?"
"All the time," she said. "Daddy's real good at it."
"Oh, that's awful," he told her. "You shouldn't do that."
"Well, why not?" she demanded. "There's nothing wrong with that."
"Oh yes, there is," he told her quickly. "It is wrong. Wrong."
He realized how difficult the situation was now. Here was a mother fucker, talking to a father fucker. And he was becoming confused.
"Well, Debbie," he said. "Let's see how good you are at giving blowjobs. You say you give good head?"
"The best," she said, "At least daddy said I was better than all the rest."
"I wish you wouldn't mention your Father," he told her, "That is a little nauseating for me to take."
"There's nothing nauseating about it at all," she said. "As a matter-of-fact, daddy's long cock is a delight."
He figured he better not argue anymore.
She dropped to her knees and pulled his penis to her lips. As he felt her hot tongue lashing it, he could envision her having sex with her father in the same way. It bothered him. Then he thought about his mother doing it to him and he felt perhaps it was an equal evil.
"Eat me," he smiled at her.
"Not so fast, honey," she told him. "You got to build up to it. That's what daddy says."
"Don't bring him into it anymore," he said nervously. "I'm sick and tired of hearing about you doing it with someone-else."
"Well, you don't think I'd only have sex with you do you?" she stammered.
"Well, I suppose not," he admitted.
"I should say not," she told him. "I want to have a ball with every guy that I can."
"That's what makes you so very popular on Saturday nights, isn't it?" he said angrily.
"Well, that and a lot of other things," she said. "I just guess they think I'm a nice girl."
"Yeah," he said. "Start sucking my cock."
He told it to her like it was. He wanted her to tend to business. She was giving him the mouth action he loved. Now he kept his mouth shut and let her fasten her lips over the head of his penis.
"Beautiful baby," he told her. "Just keep that up. Yes, baby, I like that."
She let her mouth slip rapidly back and forth over his cockshaft.
"Oh, I love that," he told her enthusiastically, "Yesss, baby, that's beautiful."
Harder and harder and faster he kept it up. Now, he reached down and gripped her head. He held her in place, while he stabbed vigorously.
"Bat it," he told her. "Yesss baby, eat me."
It was sensational pleasure, such as he could hardly believe.
"Ohhh, WOW!" he gasped excitedly. "That is too much. Keep it going, baby."
It was sex as he never dreamed possible. He could hardly stand it now.
"Oh, honey," he told her. "Now you're doing it. All the way baby. That's the way I like it. Keep it up, honey."
Faster and faster he plunged it into her until he exploded.
"I'm juicing, baby," he told her. "I made it."
At the same time, in another bedroom, his mother was having a ball.
"Well, Tyrone," she observed, "you're very well hung. How many inches is that thing?"
"My long, black snake, Pearl, is roughly nine and a half inches."
"Is that soft or hard?" she asked.
"That's hard, honey," he told her. "And, baby, when I fuck, you know it."
"Well, I can imagine with a thing like that stabbing into me," she laughed.
"Will you like it?" he asked her.
"Well, who wouldn't, honey?" she teased him.
He was getting hotter and hotter now to do it to her.
"All right, sweetheart," she smiled. "Let's get cracking."
At this point she became more and more stimulated.
"Baby," she said, "I want that great big cock of yours. I want it, like I've never wanted anything else."
"Well, you're going to get it, sweetheart," he told her. "And I'm going to be the man to give it you."
She looked at him, and suddenly he was grabbing. She was naked now. So as he stabbed his gigantic male member into her, she threw her legs around his waist just as she had done with her son. Tyrone's big black hands reached out and gripped her ass-cheeks.
"Oh, baby," he panted. "This is going to be a wild time tonight. I see you're one of those turned on divorcees."
"You better believe it," she said. "Sock it to me Tyrone."
Tyrone pounded it into her and she loved it as she felt it slamming into her pussy.
"More, baby," she told him. "I want every inch of that big cock of yours."
Faster and faster he pounded it into her. He was enjoying it now more every moment.
"Come on, baby," she panted. "That's what I like. Come on, honey, fuck me."
She brushed her breasts over Tyrone's black chest.
"I'm going to lick those nipples," he said, bending over.
He couldn't bend over far enough, in this position.
"When I pull this big: black cock out of you, honey," he told her, "then I'll give you some action."
She enjoyed every second of his action. When he finally did pull out, she was amazed that he hadn't shot yet.
"I like to save that big explosion until after I've done a lot of other things," he explained.
He carried her over to the bed and she spread out.
"I like to lick," he said.
He wiggled his tongue in the air, his eyes ablaze with sexual excitement as he looked at her body.
Then he began playing with her bosoms. She loved the feel of his hot tongue on her bosoms.
"Oh, Tyrone baby," she told him, "That is fantastic. Lick me. love me. Now you're doing it. Yes, baby. Yes, baby!"
His hot tongue was going to town now. Every moment he was more excited.
"Oh, sweetheart," she told him, "I love that. Oh, honey, fuck me. Fuck me fast. Fuck me good."
The rock-hard cock was stabbing in there now. Every moment was more pleasureable to him. "Oh, baby," he told her, "I can't stand this.
Keep it up."
There was no doubt about it, the passionate pleasure that they were feeling at this instant was almost more than she could bear.
"Honey," she said, "get on top and let me rub your ass."
Tyrone, straddling her, got on top of her. Then, he suddenly drove his gigantic male member into her.
"Fuck it," she told him. "Fuck, baby, fuck!"
He rammed it into her and she became so stimulated she could hardly stand it.
"Oh, baby," he told her, "I love this. You have no idea how much I love this."
The pleasure was building now, and she was going out of her mind with delight.
"Throw your legs around me," he said. "And lock legs."
She threw her legs around her young black lover's legs.
As her legs were locked, she threw her pelvis forward. He pounded into her and laughed as he did so.
"That's what they call fucking," he said. "How do you like that, baby?"
"Oh, I like that fine," she told him. "Now you're doing it. All the way, baby. Fuck baby fuck."
He was giving her a brutal screwing. But this was just what she needed. Hard and fast.
"Oh, Tyrone baby," she begged him. "Give it to me. That's what I need. That's what I want. Yes, baby, yes."
The savage pace of fucking continued. Every moment, she was accelerating her pace.
"Oh. honey," she told him. "I love this. You have no idea how much I love it."
It wasn't going to be much longer now and he knew it.
"Oh, beautiful," he told her. "That's what I've always wanted. A real hot screw."
She began snapping her pussy, clamping her vagina muscles around his slippery, black penis.
"You sure know how to use that pussy." he told her, "You've got that pussy on fire."
"Why, thank you, Tyrone," she complimented him.
She patted his black bottom as he continued pounding into her.
"How about sliding a finger up my ass-hole?" he asked her eagerly.
"If that's what you want, baby," she told him, "I'll do it for you."
She slid the finger up there, and his ass muscles gripped the finger.
"Beautiful," she told him. "I really dig that."
They were enjoying themselves immensely now.
"Oh, baby," he told her. "I like that. I like that a lot."
There was no doubt about it, they were enjoying themselves immensely.
"Oh, sweetheart," he told her, "you have no idea how much fun it is screwing you."
Now he used both hands to massage her breasts. She loved the sight of his black fingers on her white breasts.
"Sweetheart," he told her. "You are wearing a wig."
"Doesn't everybody?" she teased.
"Well, I don't care," he said. "The important thing is what's down there between your legs."
"Now you're talking, fucker," she said as she pulled her finger out of his ass-hole and clasped his black ass cheeks in her hand.
"Fuck it," she begged him. "Fuck, baby, fuck! Yes, that's what I want. Now you're doing it. All the way, honey. Keep on fucking."
The wild action, the hot lusty desires that were burning through their bodies now, were focusing on one thing. The climax.
"I'm almost there," she sighed excitedly. "Oh
Tyrone, keep that going. Keep it up."
That thrilled him. He went on thrusting into her savagely, and she loved it. She had never had a black man's cock in her body before. Now she realized what all the talk was about. It was long and hard. More than that, the savage fury that prompted his thrust excited her imagination. She continued playing with his ass-cheeks, and then let her hands wander up his back.
"Oh that's beautiful," she groaned in delight. "I love that. Yes, baby, that's wild fucking."
There was no doubt about it, she was really enjoying herself now as she never had before.
"Oh, baby," she groaned in delight. "You don't know how much fun that is."
The pleasure that she felt at this point was remarkable indeed.
"Sweetheart, you are too much. Keep fucking."
She went on pushing forward, as he jabbed it to her.
"Oh, baby," he told her, "that is too much!"
Suddenly the big black cock exploded its white cream into her vagina.
"Pearl baby," Tyrone panted, "I'm juicing. I don't know about you, but I sure as hell know about me."
Now, she was juicing. The excitement was almost more than she could stand and her fingers were scratching his back.
"You're hurting my back, Pearl," Tyrone complained.
"Oh, I'm sorry, sweetheart," she said as she reached down to grip his firm, round behind and squeeze it.
He continued pumping into her until he had finished shooting. Then, slowly, he pulled his dripping with cum cock out of her.
As he lay beside her, she stroked his stomach.
"My, what a flat stomach you have, honey," she told him. "I guess you take awfully good care of yourself."
"Well I'm an athlete," he told her. "And someday I'm going to be a pro."
"I'm sure you will," she said, reaching between his legs and feeling of his balls.
"I like it when you do that to my balls," he told her.
"They're big enough, aren't they, honey?" she smiled.
"Well they have to be," he told her. "To hold all that cream I've got in them."
"You know, honey," she told him, "I sure have enjoyed this session with you."
"Well, don't think I haven't enjoyed it with you," he said. "You've been fucking around with that young cat out there?"
Suddenly, guilt seized Ann. She thought she had been discovered.
"Why no," she said. "Why would you say such a thing?"
"Well, he gave you such a big buildup, Pearl," Tyrone explained. "I just figured it would be natural if he was screwing you."
"Well, you couldn't be farther away from the truth," she told him. "As a matter-of-fact, I wouldn't have anything to do with him."
"Well, why not?" he asked her.
"Well I just figured," she said, "that it would be rather ridiculous to be screwing around with him because he's not my type."
"Well, what's your type, honey?" he asked curiously.
"Well, I prefer the top of the list black athletes," she said. "They're always in such great physical shape."
"I take that as a compliment," he said, flashing her a happy smile.
"Tyrone," she said, "how would you like it if I rode your cock?"
"If you can get some more life into it," he said, "I'm perfectly willing."
She went to the bathroom and got a washrag and soaked it in water. Then she came back and cleaned off his cock.
"I'll get the life back in .this," she said.
Bending over, she let her tongue lick over the cock she had just cleaned. She agitated his balls enough to get him stimulated.
"I'm coming up," he said. "Look at that old cock rise again."
She nodded as she straddled him. She slowly eased the head of his black cock into her slit.
"Pump it to me, Tyrone," she pleaded.
Tyrone thrust forward. As she felt it sliding in her farther and farther she became more stimulated.
"Oh yes, baby," she begged him. "That's what I like. Now you're doing it. Keep doing it, honey."
He rammed it in there, and she was becoming more excited every moment.
"FUCK it," she begged him. "Fuck, baby, fuck! Now you're doing it. Yes. That's it. Oh yes, honey, all the way. I want that bad."
He went on ramming it into her, and she was getting more and more excited every second.
"You have no idea how much I enjoy this," he told her. "Yes, baby. That's what I need. Now you're doing it. All the way. Fuck, baby, fuck."
He continued pumping it into her in savage thrusts. Every moment she was more stimulated, more excited and delighted with the action.
"Oh I like that," she told him, "Yes, baby! That's the way I want it. Give it to me."
He rammed it into her, all the way. And she enjoyed it so much that she began stroking his chest. He reached up and gripped her bosoms. He played with the nipples, and squeezed them.
"I'm going to make you howl for it, Pearl," he told her.
"Stop that, baby," she said. "You're hurting me."
"But doesn't it hurt good, honey?' " he winked.
She pumped vigorously now, hoping that she could get him to juice. She didn't particularly appreciate his tight, pinching fingers on her sensitive nipples.
"You're a wild woman," he said. "You sure know how to fuck. Yes, the wild widow."
She went on gripping his penis in her tight vagina. She ground her hips and he was becoming more and more stimulated with her action.
"Oh yes, baby," he told her. "That's what I want. Now you're doing it. All the way. Fuck, baby, fuck! Ohhh, ahhh, yes. That's beautiful. Keep it going. Ohhh, yesss ... fuck me."
Faster and faster he drove into her. Every thrust, had her more stimulated, more excited.
"Oh, give it to me," he told her. "Yes, fuck fast. Now you're doing it. All the way, honey. Oh, give it to me, baby."
Suddenly he juiced. As he juiced, he rolled his head back and forth on the pillow.
"Ohhh now," he told her, "keep that tail twisting."
He released her nipples, and reached for her ass. He held on tightly as she finished clasping her vagina tightly around his sliding black penis.
When he had finished juicing, she slid off. Some of the cum was on her vagina hair.
"Why don't you lie down beside me?" he asked. "And rest a minute."
She lay down beside him and got to talking to him.
"What's your home life like?" she asked him.
"Hell, in one word," he said. "Momma is no damned good. She is busy working all the time. And I don't have any dad."
"Well, everybody has a father," she said. "Of course you have one, Tyrone."
"Well I don't have a father to own up to it," he said. "And I miss him."
"That is too bad," she said. "It really is. Every boy needs a father."
"And a mother who's in the home," he said. "I had to bring myself up."
"That's too bad," she said.
"It sure as hell is," he told her. "But maybe if I had a nice mother who would fix meals for me and give me some advice, I wouldn't be the way I am."
"There's nothing wrong with you, Tyrone," she told him. "You really are a marvelous human being."
"There's plenty wrong with me," he told her. "All kinds of things. I rob and I take dope now and then. I don't know as I'll ever be that black athlete I want to be. I mean, a star black athlete."
"Well, not if you get caught stealing. Or if you get hooked on drugs, you'll never make it. You got to stay off that."
"Well everybody's addicted to something," Tyrone reminded her. "Jeff said you were hooked on sex."
She looked at him, and she had to agree with him. It tortured her mind to realize how accurate he was.
"You know you're right," she said. "You're dead right."
"Well sure I am," he said. "You can't want anything so bad that it possesses you."
"Where did you get all that wisdom?" she asked nervously.
"Oh, my psychology teacher told me that," he said. "If you're going to be a man, you got to be the master of the situation. Otherwise, the situation masters you, and you're a slave."
"You don't want to be a slave, do you Tyrone?" she asked him.
"Nobody wants to be a slave to anything or anyone," he said.
"You're a smart kid," she told him.
"I would be if I could apply what I know I should do," he said. "Like stop taking drugs, stop stealing and use my head."
"Well you use that head between your legs pretty well." she smiled at him.
"Maybe too good," he said. "Maybe I get so eager to have action down there, that I forget the important things."
"It's important that you have fun," she told him. "It really is, baby. I don't blame you one bit for wanting a good time."
At this moment, there was a knock on the door.
"You two through?" he son Jeff asked.
"Had a great fuck with the wild widow," Tyrone told him.
Tyrone opened the door, and Jeff stood there and looked at his mother with Ty.
"Did you enjoy it?" he asked her.
Now she was so nervous and uptight as she saw him with his young lover beside him that she couldn't reply.
"Cat got you tongue?" Tyrone asked.
"I just want to be alone," she said.
"She's moody," Jeff observed. "Better get your clothes on and leave Tyrone."
"Well, sure," he said. "I'll put my clothes on. I'll leave."
It didn't take Tyrone long to put his clothes on. When he had gone with Jeff and Jeff's girlfriend, Ann was left alone with her thoughts, with her troubling thoughts and her own terrible fear of the future. This was what troubled her: How could she face the future when she knew in her heart she was doing the wrong thing. She felt as if she had not only betrayed her husband, but betrayed her son and betrayed herself. That was what really hurt.