Chapter 9

Even though Mona had certain misgivings about the sex experience with her son, she soon reached the point where she was disposed toward accepting everything philosophically.

Mona regarded herself as a creature of necessity, someone who, after having been deprived of sexual expression for all too long, had finally found an avenue, a vehicle for such expression.

Even though it did bother her a little that she was obtaining such satisfaction with her own son, considering the alternative, she decided to go on with things the way they were.

She knew that her husband would not be home until Monday morning, and he had called on Saturday afternoon to notify her to that effect. That left the entire weekend to be spent with her son.

Mona fixed her son Ed and herself a steak that evening, along with baked potatoes and a tossed green salad.

Once they finished dinner, having guzzled a good deal of wine in the process as well, she found herself in a highly playful mood.

The longer Mona considered the possibilities for the future, the more convinced she became that she had better take her fun as she found it. After all, she couldn't help but remember, her husband would be returning on Monday. Following his return it would not be quite so easy to engage in sex with her son whenever she felt like it.

The sense of urgency welled within her stomach as she got up from the table, feeling just a little bit high, to the point where a certain recklessness was overtaking her.

"What do you say we go into the bedroom and ball," she looked at Ed and grinned.

"Gosh, I was gonna suggest something else."

"Whatever could be better than that?" she looked at him with disappointment.

"A nice surprise. I was going to take you with me to a nice orgy. You could really let your hair down there."

"What makes you think that those kids would want to have anything to do with an old lady like me?" she smiled, knowing that she was anything but that.

"Come on now. Don't hand me any of that," he chuckled. "You're an old lady like hell. You're the best fuck I've ever had. No, I did make something of a promise."

"You mean you made a date for tonight and you didn't even tell me?"

"I was hoping I could entice you along."

"What if I say no?"

"Then I guess I'd probably go over there for just a few minutes, have a drink or two, then come back," he shrugged helplessly. "But I don't know why you won't come with me. You'll have a good time, I can assure you of that. We'll just let ourselves go and fuck to our hearts' content. We'll do as convincing a job fucking over there as we would at home."

"Then why do we even need to leave home?"

"A good question. Well, sometimes when you get a whole group of people together, it's a little more fun. You can cheer each other along. I know you're gonna love it."

Mona stood there and considered his offer.

"All right, I'll go with you," she said. "I'm really beginning to feel like a nut, though. Here I am doing just about anything and everything. I really can't get over it."

"Stop worrying and just learn to have a good time," Ed told her.

She got ready, putting on a buckskin micro-mini skirt and white boots to go along with a white turtleneck sweater.

"If that doesn't knock their eyes out, nothing will," Ed sighed.

They drove over toward the University section of the city, parking the car just across the street from a series of apartments.

"It's right over there," Ed pointed toward a green two-story apartment building.

They walked across the street, then up the stairs leading to the second-floor room.

Mona's heart was beating rapidly. She couldn't help but feel a trace of nervousness over getting involved with people that she didn't even know.

Ed knocked on the door.

"Who is it?" a familiar-sounding girl's voice asked from inside the apartment. Mona strained to hear every word, recognizing the voice, but being unable to place it.

"It's just us," Ed laughed, "mother and son."

Mona was startled to observe a smiling Irene Gibson opening the door.

She looked highly enticing in a bra, a garter belt, and black net stockings.

"Come on in," Irene grinned.

Immediately Mona's body tightened as she walked inside the apartment. She felt like she had been betrayed.

"You didn't tell me you were coming here," Mona looked at her son and frowned.

"Why don't you like me, Mona?" Irene looked at Mona with disappointment.

"I caught you and my son in the act together," Mona said.

"But that was before you got hip," Irene laughed. "Look at you now. You've been balling with your son."

"How did you find out?" Mona asked, looking at Ed threateningly.

"Course I told her. There's nothing wrong in that. We level with each other on everything. After all, when people have fucked as many times as we have, then there's nothing wrong at all with leveling."

"That's right, it's almost as if we were married," Irene carefully explained, "except we don't have the responsibilities."

"Which makes it a hell of a lot better, as far as I'm concerned," Ed laughed. "Didn't you say you had some grass, honey?"

"I suggest we all light up," Irene said, walking toward a drawer nearby, opening it and removing some marijuana cigarettes.

"What do you want to do, have the police swarming all over this place?" Mona asked with astonishment. "You people are absolutely out of your minds."

"Don't get so uptight," Ed laughed. "It gets us in the mood for balling."

"I feel damned sexy after I've had some grass," Irene smiled. "Sure you wouldn't like to try some, Mona?"

"I certainly would not."

"Maybe later," Irene said hopefully.

"I doubt that very much."

Irene handed Ed a cigarette. He gleefully took it from her, slipping it into his mouth.

"Are you gonna smoke that stuff?" Mona asked.

"Don't play the role of the protective mother," Ed shot back. "You gave all that crap up when you balled with me. If you wanted to protect me, why the hell did you fuck with me?"

Mona recognized that she was trapped. She had no comeback for his logical question. It was all too true. If she wanted to fuck with him, then she couldn't very well reprimand him in other areas. He was now her lover, establishing a different identity role for the two of them.

She squirmed helplessly as she watched her son light his cigarette, then Irene do the same.

The two young lovers looked at each other and smiled. They smoked the grass quickly, and Mona, inhaling the strong stench of the cigarettes, could see their inhibitions melting with every puff that they took.

Once Irene finished her cigarette, she snuffed out the butt in a nearby ashtray, then sauntered toward the middle of the room.

From the way that her lovely hips swaggered, it was obvious that she was expecting a good fuck from Ed, and was attempting to make herself look as sexy as possible.

"I thought we were going to have some other people over here," Ed said, taking the last few puffs from his cigarette.

"I decided not to call them," Irene laughed, just as happy that she had put one over on Ed.

"I wonder why you didn't want to call them."

"I got to thinking and figured that a three-way orgy might be more fun," Irene smiled. "I think that if you get too many people into the act, you can wreck a good thing."

"You're being very presumptuous, young lady, to think that I'm going to get involved in any orgy with you," Mona said sternly.

"I'm not too worried about you, Mona. You'll come around in time."

"Don't count on it," Mona said, doing her best to keep up a stiff front.

Mona watched with great curiosity as her son put out his cigarette butt, then walked over toward Irene, looking at her with increasing hunger.

"I see you're dressed just the way I like you to be," he laughed.

"Oh, yes, baby. I know you dig these black net stockings."

"I dig taking them off, along with your garter belt."

"Why don't you get on your knees and do just that," Irene exclaimed.

"I will, just as long as you'll play with my dick while I'm making you happy."

"That's one request I'm only too happy to respond to."

Mona watched as her son sank slowly downward toward his knees.

The sexy red-haired college girl parted her smooth, trim legs, placing her hands on her hips and smiling confidently.

Irene knew just how much physical charm she had and was convinced that she could easily attract Ed any time and any way that she wanted to.

After Ed sank down to his knees, he reached out and grabbed ahold of her garter belt.

While his anxious fingers fumbled around the belt, Irene reached down and unzipped his trousers, pulling out his hard cock.

"I'll give a few tugs on it," she laughed.

She stooped down, pulling several times on his penis, then releasing her fingers from it.

When she released her fingers from his cock and straightened her body up, Ed realized that it was time to proceed full speed ahead.

He undid her garter belt, then reached down and clasped his fingers around her net stockings.

Ed worked his fingers anxiously down her legs, clutching to her stockings and pulling them eagerly downward.

"Keep going, baby, I like this action," she chuckled, watching him with fervent interest.

By that time the interest within Mona had loomed even higher. She sat watching the unfolding action with stern attention.

At first she had been angry about the prospects of her son getting involved with Irene, but once more she found herself enjoying her voyeur's role, just as she had enjoyed it when the same two people had had sex in her own house.

It mystified her that, even the second time around, she enjoyed enormously watching her son have sex with Irene.