Chapter 6
Ann Harrington had to make a big decision. A decision, that troubled her no end. But finally she decided that she must be the selfless mother and make her pleas to her son to save him from the girls who would destroy him. One evening she suggested they go out to dinner.
"What's up, Mom?" he demanded.
"Why, Jeff," she laughed, "does something have to be up before we can go out?"
"Yes," he said. "I'm sure you have something up your sleeve Mom."
"Don't be ridiculous dear," she said. "I just thought it would be nice if we went out for dinner. Your Father doesn't care much about either of us. He is busy getting us set up for the new location."
"Yeah," he said. "He's been staying away a long time."
"That's part of what I want to speak to you about tonight, dear," she said. "But no further talk now. You go on to school, and have a wonderful day."
As he kissed her, he smiled at her.
"Happiness is having a mom like you," he told her.
"Thank you, dear," she said her eyes growing misty.
Ann was a sentimental woman who adored her son. And she could see no reason why she and her son couldn't get along better. It troubled her to think that there was any division between them ever.
That evening, they did go out to dinner. They went to a fashionable spot where a large fireplace was in the center of the room.
"Could you seat us somewhere near the fireplace?" she asked. "I just love fireplaces."
"Why certainly, ma'am," the waiter told her.
She was delighted to sit by the fire. As the flickering fire light played across her face, Jeff asked her quietly, "And how do you like it here?"
"It's just wonderful," she told him. "Just wonderful."
She was pleased, and delighted. She was happy that they were alone. After a martini, she began talking to him a bit confidentially. "Dear," she said, "I have some rather bad news to report to you. I'm not sure your Father is coming back at all."
"Did he write that to you, Mom?" he asked her.
"No," she said. "I got it through the grapevine. Mabel, my friend at the office told me what had happened. It seems that your Father took Joyce to Des Moines."
"No," Jeff said. "You mean he took that slut and left us."
"That's what I hear," she said. "He chose a slut over us, son. Can you imagine that?"
"Damn him," Jeff said. "He has every right to be loyal to you."
"Of course he does," she said. "And don't think it doesn't burn the hell out of me, every time I think of it."
"Oh, Mom," he said, "you've had such a hard life. You've been cheated and double crossed all your life haven't you?"
"I certainly have honey," she said. "And I won't keep it a secret, I think I've got a raw deal with your dad."
Then she looked at him quietly.
"I'm contemplating suing for divorce, dear," she said. "But that will require you speaking on my behalf in court. I want you to tell the court or the judge or whatever the terrible things that your Father has said to me."
"You mean like after he was loaded and all?" Jeff asked, trying to determine what his role in the court would be.
"That's right, dear," she said. "I want the court to know what he has done. It is terrible and disgusting, but I think we can get even. I think we will get the house as part of the settlement. And at least one car."
"And can I drive the car, Mom?" he asked eagerly.
"I was thinking of giving that car to you dear," she said. "And I will get another car. What with the gas shortage and all, we really should buy something small and compact."
"Oh, Mom," he said, "I will do anything to help you."
"I thought you would, dear," she said. "And I realize the car has nothing to do with it It's loyalty-and love. The car is just a bonus that I feel you richly deserve for being such a wonderful son to me."
"No boy ever had a better mom," he said, shaking his head in wonder and awe.
They enjoyed their delicious meal, and that evening after they had gone home she told him quite frankly what she wanted to do.
"I think we should give each other the sexual satisfaction that we need, with no holds barred. Don't let foolish fears or thoughts that it may be evil frighten you off, my dear. You need the sexual release, just as I do. And there is nothing wrong or disgusting about having sex."
"Oh, Mom," he bubbled enthusiastically. "I am only too glad to help you. When do I get the car?"
"Well, you can't be driving at eleven o'clock at night," she said.
"Well, no." I don't mean that," he said. "I mean, how soon after the divorce?"
"The day after the divorce decree becomes final," she told him.
"Oh, that's good," he told her.
It was indeed easy for him to see precisely what the situation was.
"Honey," she smiled, "You don't know how much you mean to me. You really don't, dear."
Reaching down, she unzipped his fly. She reached in and began massaging his long penis.
"And this means a lot to me, too," she said. "It really does. Every woman needs one of these things. And, there is nothing lovelier than the lashing tongue to give pleasure."
"I couldn't agree with you more, Mom," he told her. "I think that if people would fuck and suck more, the world would be a better place to live in."
"Well, they sure as hell would be better off then killing each other in wars all the time," she said. "But you mustn't talk that way to anyone else, dear. They wouldn't understand."
"Well, I'm sure they wouldn't," he said. "There are a lot of fucked up people in the world."
"You can say that again," she said empathically.
"All right, I will." He smiled. "There are an awful lot of fucked up people in the world."
As they got into bed, they both looked at each other hungrily.
"How about a sixty-nine?" she suggested.
"You know that one, Mom?" He laughed.
"Do I know it?" she said. "You bet I do. Don't you remember I did a sixty-nine with you once?"
"That's right," he admitted. "I remember it. We had a ball, didn't we?"
They were having a good time now, laughing.
"Let me tell you something," she said. "You really do me a world of good. There is something, that I need in your body. I can't find it with anyone else. I don't understand it. I don't want to think that I could never let you go, but right now I've got to have you."
"I understand, Mom," he admitted.
Now she was tugging on his penis as she parted his legs. She patted his ass-cheeks and slowly slid a finger around his ass-hole.
"Oh, that feels good," he told her. "Real good!"
She began licking the head of his penis and then she grasped it tightly.
"Oh, Mom," he panted. "I love that"
She was doing her thing, but getting a little perturbed over the fact that he wasn't down there licking at her pussy.
"Now lick it," she told him. "Lick that pussy."
She was really turned on when she felt him letting his tongue slip all over her vagina.
"Oh yes, honey," she groaned in delight. "I love that. Oh, baby, keep doing me. That's beautiful."
The hot pleasure, was building. He was enjoying it more every moment.
"Eat my pussy," she pleaded. "Come on, baby, eat it!"
His hot tongue savagely swept inside of her, licking the velvety vagina walls. He had her so excited she was shaking.
"Oh, Mom," he told her. "You are too much."
He nibbled at her clit and then went on lashing away. The hot tongue lashes sweeping over her love button got Ann there. Suddenly she was juicing. Momentarily, she slipped her mouth over his penis shaft. She rolled her head from side to side as she clutched the sheets in her hands.
"Eat my pussy," she pleaded. "Eat my pussy."
It was as if she was scoring a victory. For so long, she had tried to get her husband to go down there and take care of her there. At last she was getting what she craved, what she wanted, what she needed.
"Oh baby," he groaned in delight, "I love that."
The sensational pleasure that they were enjoying now was bringing a new dimension of sexual delight her way.
She gripped his penis and licked the head of it. Then she went down the length of it on the underside. Reaching his balls, she let her tongue sweep over them and licked. She saw them swelling in size, and this stimulated her.
"Oh, keep that up, Mom," he told her. "I really dig that."
She continued licking, and got him more and more excited.
Now she really was steamed up for action.
"Oh, baby," he gasped excitedly. "This is what I like. Yesss, that's what I like."
It wasn't going to be much longer now. She once more, slid her mouth over his penis. Then, she licked quickly. Suddenly the desire seized her to slide her pussy over it. She moved her body around so she could grab his cock and guide it in. As it slid past her pussy, he howled with delight.
"Oh, you're really on fire tonight," he told her. "I love the way you grab it with your pussy muscles."
She gripped it tightly with her vagina muscles. And the excitement that she felt as this took place was remarkable indeed.
"Oh WOW!" she panted. "This is sensational."
Her hands were on him as she played with his back. Reaching down, she parted his ass-cheeks and touched the inner thigh. He loved the sensation of her finger massaging his prostrate gland.
"Ohhh, Mom," he groaned in delight. "I really love what you're doing now."
The pleasure that he was enjoying at this point was remarkable indeed.
"Ohhh, sweetheart," she sighed, "fuck me! Fuck me hard, fuck me fast. Fuck me good."
Her words prompted him to reeve up his gun. As his rock-hard cock slammed in there, she became more and more stimulated.
Squeezing his cock in her vagina with all of her might she suddenly stabbed her finger up his tight ass-hole. He loved the feeling of her finger gliding up there.
"Fuck it," he begged her. "Fuck, baby, fuck."
The pleasure now built to a passionate pitch.
"Oh WOW!" he panted. "That's super!"
Suddenly he juiced. As his balls exploded and Ann felt the creamy cum gushing in her, she panted passionately, "Oh I love you baby, I love you."
His lips merged with hers and soon he was Frenching her.
She loved the feel of his hot tongue sliding in there. It was a new dimension of pleasure that she had never experienced before.
Everything was going beautifully for them both. Until his father came home.
"Son," he began, "I am thinking of divorcing your Mother. And I want you to come live with me."
"I couldn't do that," Jeff said abruptly.
"Why couldn't you, Son?" he demanded.
"Well it wouldn't be right to desert, Mom," Jeff said defensively.
"She deserted me a long time ago," his Father told him. "And your loyalty doesn't have to be divided. You are my son, just as much as you are her son."
"Dad," he asked him, "Is it true you're playing around with your secretary?"
"Yes," he said. "It is. But your mom and I were not mated correctly, "You were mated correctly enough to have me," he said.
"It was different then, Son," he said. "When your mom and I started out we had nothing. Nothing, but each other and our love. Then, we meant something to each other. Later, when I made a lot of money, she began caring more for things than me. It was then I fell out of love with her."
"Well that's too bad, Dad," Jeff said. "It really is. I wish there was some way that we could retrieve this mess."
"There's no way," his father assured him.
Now, he became vitally concerned with his son's sex life.
"Jeff," he said. "I'm worried about you. I don't see you dating like the other guys."
Guilt surged through Jeff, as he thought how horrified his father would be if he ever got wind of the fact that he was playing around with his own mother.
"Don't let it bug you, Dad," he laughed nervously.
"But it does, son," he told him. "Now that I'm relaxed again, away from your mom and all the things that were blurring my brain, I see things clearly."
"Like what?" he asked abruptly.
"Well, for one thing, Son," he told him, "I want to tell you this. You must know by now that at your age you are the sexiest you will ever be. And you need some sexual outlet."
"What are you leading up to, Dad?" Jeff asked.
"Well," he said, "I know a real great gal who loves to have sex with cats your age."
"Are you pimping for somebody?" he demanded.
His dad's face grew white with anger.
"How dare you talk that way to your own father?" he demanded.
"Well, it's true isn't it, Dad?" he asked. "You're trying to set me up with some dame."
"For your own good, Son," he assured him. "For your own good."
"Forgive me, Dad," he said, "if I have been abrupt. I didn't mean to be."
"I know you didn't," his father said.
Now he looked at his Father sternly.
"What is the gal like?" he demanded.
"Well, she has beautiful bosoms," Ted said. "A slim waist and gorgeous hips. I'm sure that you would really enjoy balling her."
"How much does the chick charge?" he demanded.
"You wouldn't have to pay anything," Ted said. "I just want to get you started on the right track. Do you understand?"
"Sure, I understand." Jeff nodded.
It was becoming obvious to him now what the score was.
"You know," he enthused, "We are really going to have a wonderful time."
"Well, I certainly hope so," he said.
It was becoming increasingly apparent to him what the situation was.
"I've worried a lot about you, Son," his dad said. "I've worried that you were not the man you should be. Every young boy ought to have some experiences."
"But what about getting VD?" he asked nervously.
"That's your old mom, pumping you full of fear," he said. "No wonder you can't get your rocks off with that worrywart around your neck."
"Don't talk about mom like that," Jeff said angrily. "She doesn't mean no harm."
"Oh, I know she doesn't mean any harm," Ted said. "But she's trouble. Trouble all the time."
"Knock it off, Dad," he said. "If you want me to go along with this, knock it off."
"All right, Son," he said. "I think I ought to focus on the birds and the bees."
"I wish you would, Dad," Jeff said curiously. "I think a father's place is to tell a son about sex and women."
"Well, I do too," Ted said. "That's why I am arranging this little date."
As they went on talking, it became obvious to Jeff that his Father was getting a big charge out of relating the various facts about sex to him.
"Now remember," he said, "women are different than men. They are much more sensitive. Men tend to be crude. Women have a very sensitive disposition when it comes to sex, and you have to do different things to satisfy them, then you would just to satisfy yourself."
"You're saying be unselfish. Is that it, Dad?" he asked his father.
"Yes, in a way you might say that," he said. "It is vital that you learn how to make passionate love to a woman before you insert your penis. The insertion of the penis is the last thing you do. And you can really enjoy it when you do do it if you have set the groundwork."
"It's like a game plan." Jeff laughed.
"Well, that's about it, son," he said.
It was becoming a bit embarrassing for Jeff's father to tell him all that he thought he should do. Nevertheless, he felt it was his fatherly duty to inform his son of all of the various things that he might do to improve his sex life.
"Son," he told him, "the tongue has been getting real popular in sex nowadays. The penis used to do it all for a long time, and now they're going back to the tongue."
"Well, that's interesting," Jeff said. "That's real interesting."
"Yes, it is," Ted told him. "The important thing is to do a lot of licking and sucking. The breasts will be very responsive. And I'm sure that you will enjoy it if you try it and do it just right."
"You don't have to worry about me, none," Jeff told him, "If it is done correctly, you can be sure I will enjoy it, too."
"Now, with the breasts," Ted continued. "I would suggest that you massage one breast while you lick the other. Use your fingertips when you massage, and do it gently. Whatever you do, don't be rough."
"Right on," Jeff replied.
As his father went on relating how to make love, Jeff was becoming more and more aware of what a difficult thing it would be.
"Now," he said, "It's a good idea to slip a pillow under her ass. Have her throw her legs up in the air, and then you do your thing with your tongue."
For a moment, Jeff thought he should ask his Father a few more things.
"I want to ask you something," he demanded. "Could you tell me about the best way to fuck."
"Well, that depends upon each person," he said. "The important thing if you ask me is to find the way that pleases you most. A lot of men like to do it with the woman on top. But most men, I would wager, enjoy being on top. It gives the man the dominant position. The knees can be pressed against the bed and the old cock drives in there."
"Well, it sounds pretty exciting to me," he said.
The pleasure that they were going to enjoy now was going to be great and he knew it. He could hardly wait to see the girl.
"Well, tell me about this dame you've got lined up for me," Jeff told him. "I ought to know something about her."
"Well sure," he said. "She's a model. And she does a lot of modeling, but she hustles on the side too."
"Well, do you think," he asked, "that she would enjoy having sex with me?"
"Oh, I'm sure of it," Ted said. "She enjoys sex with the youngest studs because they have the best endurance records, she says."
"Endurance?" Jeff asked, puzzled by what his father meant.
"Why yes, Son," he explained. "She--likes a man Who can do it over and over. Women can take a lot more action than men can. Many men wear out after a fuck or two. Women can go on and on. After all, they just lie back and let the guy hammer away."
"Well, that's true," Jeff agreed.
"I guess I shouldn't mention this to mom," Jeff said, hoping he could persuade his father to say absolutely nothing, knowing how furious she would be if she knew.
"Well, of course," Ted said. "I wasn't born yesterday. I know how your mother is."
"So do I," Jeff said.
As his father continued talking to him about the beautiful model, he got more and more excited.
"When do we get together with the model," he asked his dad.
"Well, shortly," Ted said. "Don't worry about it."
"Well, I'm not worried about it," he said. "But I am getting anxious."
The pleasure that was building at this point was remarkable indeed. And he was becoming more and more stimulated at the prospect of having a good fuck.
Finally his father said, "Now some men would think I was terrible to suggest sex to my son. But I am trying to do what I think is right. Please understand that."
"I understand," he told him. "And I don't think you're doing the wrong thing. Relax."
"Dad," Jeff said as an afterthought, "Should I use a rubber?"
"Wearing a rubber, is like putting a raincoat on and trying to fuck. It's impossible."
"Well, I guess you're right," he said.
It was perfectly obvious to him, that the wisest way would be to slip it into her au natural.
As they went on talking, he got hotter and hotter to ball her.
"Now this woman can teach you a lot of ways of fucking," Ted said.
"That is true," Jeff replied.
The pleasure was building in his mind. And he could wait for the action to take place.
When his father had finished talking to him, he did feel closer to his father than ever before.
"Now, Son," he said, "when I get the divorce would you like to live with me?"
"You'll have to let me think about it," he said.
"Well, give it a lot of thought," he said.
He was determined to give it a lot of thought. But he realized also that it would be quite a predicament if his mother knew what he was getting involved in.
When he was alone with his mother later, she questioned him in detail about his conversation with his father. Yet he did everything in his power not to say anything that would betray the confidence.
"Well what did your dear father have to say?" she asked.
"Plenty," he said.
"He usually does," she said.
"Yes," he said. "That is true. But it really is disgusting to think of him coming back here and probably trying to lure you away with him after all he's done to you."
"Knock it off, Mom," he said. "I don't like to think about it."
"Dear," she said, "Let's face it. Your father is awful. And you should be grateful to me for exposing: him."
"Well, I'm not," he said.
"What do you mean standing up for the bastard?" she demanded.
"That's no way to talk about him," he said. "He's not perfect, but he is my dad."
"Don't remind me," she said. "It make me furious every time I think about the fact I married him."
"Mom," he said, "You're prejudice against him. Don't you see that?"
"Well maybe I am, Son," she admitted. "After all he's done to me, I can't exactly feel much love for him."
"I can understand that," he said. "But you go too far."
"Do I?" she demanded. "Well there's one thing I never told you about your father."
"What's that?" he asked.
"He tried to poison me one time," she said. "And I didn't appreciate it."
That stunned Jeff. He stood there, looking at her in disbelief.
"How do you know he did?" he asked defensively, realizing that if his father did this, it was an indirect reflection on him.
"Well, dear," she said. "It was when he first started playing around with other women. We were working together one afternoon and we were painting an apartment we had then. I was shocked when I found that he had placed some paint thinner in a glass in the bathroom. He was washing his hands in there and he claimed that he just poured a little in the glass to wash his hands off. However, when I came in to get a glass of water at night, I put some water in it and didn't notice the little paint thinner in the bottom of the glass. It almost killed me. They had to rush me to the hospital and I had my stomach pumped. Of course, your father always said it was an accident. But I don't think it was. He was acting terrible that day. He was acting as if he didn't care if he got rid of me. Can you imagine such a thing?"
"No, I can't," Jeff said nervously. "I can't imagine dad doing anything like that. That is just your evil imagination," he told her.
"Is it, Son?" she asked, "Is it just that?"
"I won't believe it," he said.
"Now you've spoken the truth," she said. "Certainly you won't believe it because you don't want to. Oh, I understand. I understand very well."
"Mom," he said, "I think you are so crazy about me that you would resort to anything to keep me."
"That's a fine thing to say," she said. "I reveal to you one of the most intimate, horrifying things I ever went through and that is your response. You ought to be ashamed of yourself."
"Well, I'm not," he said. "I think you're being much too hard on dad. And I don't know about the divorce court action. I just don't think I could get up there and talk against my own father."
"What?" she shrieked, realizing what a little bit of alimony she would probably get if her son didn't defend her.
"No. I'm telling you the truth," he said. "I've been thinking about it a lot, Mom. And I just don't think I can get up there and tell everybody in the world about our dirty linen."
"That's a nice thing," she said. "After all I've done for you, to turn on me like this."
"I knew you would interpret it that way," he said. "And I'm ashamed of you."
"Gratitude," she said. "Yes, gratitude. That's what you haven't got."
"Well, Mom," he said, "You can't control me completely. I think that you have tried to seize my life, and direct it in the way that you wanted me to go. It won't work Mom."
"I don't appreciate it," she said, "to have you talk to me like this. I have done everything in my power, to be a good mother. You know that."
"Well, I don't think you would win any awards," he said. "How many sons screw their own mother?"
"Why, Jeff," she said abruptly. "You're not talking like yourself. Have you found someone else to love?"
"Yes," he said, "I have."
"Who?" she demanded. "Who have you found?"
"I found me," he told her.
"What are you talking about?" she asked nervously, "What in hell are you talking about?"
"I didn't care enough for myself," he explained. "And now I do. It's different, now."
"Well," she said. "This certainly is an ego game. You are saying that you can't love yourself properly, and love me too. That's a lot of hog-wash."
"Is it, Mom?" he asked. "How could I go in the world, and tell people I was in love with my own mother. What would they think of us if they knew what we do in secret? They wouldn't think much, I'll tell you that."
"What do we give a damn about what people in the world think? she said, "Isn't our love bigger than that?"
"It's your warped view of love," Jeff said. "It makes you think that I have to fuck you. You're not trying to protect me from other women, you're trying to possess me. You're trying to keep me for yourself. Well I see it clearly now."
She was so stunned she could hardly stand it. She had looked at him and she tried to relax, but she couldn't. She got to her feet and began pacing the floor. Then, turning around, she glared at him.
"Your father's put you up to this," she said. "That evil bastard, has done something to queer us."
"No, Mom," he said. "That isn't true at all. Dad never said anything awful about you. But he does recognize that I have to have some other relationship with other women."
"Just as I said," she said shrugging sadly. "He's turned you against me. Has he suggested some other relationship?"
At this moment, Jeff didn't know what to do. His mother had backed him up into a corner, and now she was about to spring the information from him that his father said he should never reveal.
"You're not answering my question, dear," she said. "Would you please answer my question?"
"If you must know," he said, "yes! Dad thinks I ought to have some older woman teach me about screwing. And I'm sure he doesn't think you are the woman to do it."
"That foul, vile, disgusting bastard," she shrieked. "He would tear you away from my pure love, to throw you to the rotten woman that he runs around with. Who is it? Is he going to share you with Joyce?"
"You shouldn't have said that, Mom," Jeff said. "Dad probably will marry Joyce. Of course he wouldn't think of such a thing. But there are women who can teach young boys where it's at. And that's the type of woman he wants for me. Now just relax, Mom."
It didn't take her long to realize what the score was.
"He's turned you against me," she exclaimed, "I can see it all so clearly now. And it makes me sick."
"Now, Mom," he said. "I still love you. But not that way anymore. We've had our last sex together."
"No, baby," she sobbed. "No, baby, don't ever say that. You don't know what it does to me to think of never having you again. It's like putting me in a prison. I would die without you baby."
"No you wouldn't, Mom," he said. "You just think you would. You don't give a damn about what happens to me. What if I grow up twisted and warped and sick? How could I hold my head high if I was carrying on with you all the time?"
"No, baby," she sobbed, "No, you can't throw yourself at some cheap slut. I won't let you."
"You can't force me to do anything, Mom," he told her.