Chapter 1
Mona Phillips had been concerned about her son Ed for quite some time.
She was fearing that Ed, who showed a marked dislike for his school work, was turning into an irresponsible playboy. The high school senior, who constantly drove his brand-new sports car around school, and was concerned about picking up girls at all costs, seemed to be interested only in having a good time.
As Mona pulled her car to a stop in the driveway, she got out and observed that her son's sports car was there. Sitting parked directly next to the sports car was a bright red Vega.
Mona wondered immediately who the car belonged to. Her imagination was set busily to work. Could it be a girl friend of Ed's, she asked herself.
As she entered the house, she recognized that Ed had been of the impression that she would not return until early in the evening. That had been her plan. She had attended a women's club meeting, which was not slated to break up until five-thirty.
Instead of lasting until the designated hour, however, the meeting broke up prematurely since the featured guest speaker had been unable to attend. The call had reached the country club where the meeting was being held the last possible minute. The speaker had taken ill, and would not be able to address the women.
After the club's business had ended, Mona left the country club, driving immediately home. Now she wondered just what she was about to stumble upon.
Her suspicions were accentuated even more when she thought that she heard the sounds of bodies threshing from the general direction of Ed's bedroom.
"My God, could he have gone this far?" she said aloud to herself as she walked down the hallway leading toward Ed's room.
The closer that she moved toward the door of Ed's bedroom, the louder the sounds became. The threshing sounds were now interlaced with those of people gasping. Mona had been around long enough to recognize what the sounds almost certainly indicated.
Her heart pounded with nervousness as she ever so slowly reached out and opened the door.
She kept hoping that she was wrong, that what appeared to be the case based upon a few sounds actually wasn't. All it took, though, was one fleeting glance and it became only too clear to Mona that her instincts had been correct.
She decided to leave the door open only a crack. That way she could see precisely what was going on before bursting in.
When she got her first glimpse of the two young lovers, their naked bodies writhing with sexual anticipation, she had the urge to storm into the room and bring things to a quick halt. Something within her dictated another course of action, however, as she stood there, watching with wide-eyed curiosity, as the lovers progressed along the path of lovemaking.
At that juncture she recognized Ed's female partner. It was Irene Gibson, a lovely young college freshman with sparkling red hair and a magnificent bustline.
She could see that her son Ed was obviously infatuated by Irene's breasts, since his fingers were digging with ever deepening intensity against her soft yet firm globes of white flesh.
She observed Irene's body carefully, conceding that the girl had an exquisite form. Her lean legs and trembling arms were a solid bronze color from steady contact with the California sun. She knew that Irene and Ed both spent a lot of time at the beach, as a result of which Irene acquired a magnificent tan. Her breasts, though, remained white. It looked like they were two enticing little targets that stood out all the more as a result of the color disparity between her breasts and the rest of her.
When Mona's eyes dropped down toward Irene's buttocks, she got a good glimpse of the other part of her body that remained white.
She observed her pubic mound, replete with her glistening rust-colored pussy hairs. They were already damp from the preliminary excitement to which she had been subjected by her devoted lover Ed.
Mona observed that the longer her son's fingers pried against Irene's nipples, the harder they became. Irene shoved her body upward ever so slightly, flinching every time that Ed generated steam in his finger movements. The incessant finger probing was causing great excitement to well within Irene, who enjoyed receiving attention in her breasts.
"I like your finger work," Irene sighed. "Squeeze them good arid hard, baby. Get me all turned on."
Ed proceeded forward, letting his fingers sink with great enthusiasm against her nipples. The pink beauties stood practically on end from the excitement generated by her lover's fingers.
Ed removed his fingers abruptly from her nipples, dropping his tongue down toward her left breast.
The tongue sank into her skin with burning desire. Ed's entire body started to quiver from the" enthusiasm that was building throughout his body. He began sucking around the solid globe of flesh, reaching out and squeezing it with the fingers of his left hand while he simultaneously licked.
He kept up the tongue movements, then released his fingers altogether. While his tongue continued to explore every sensation-filled crevice of her flesh, he reached down with his fingers and began to play with his lover's ass cheeks.
Mona observed the steady finger work, and could readily see why her son was so infatuated with the young girl's buttocks. They looked so firm, so clean, like two dazzling white balls that were standing out all by themselves.
The finger contact continued to intensify as he sank his fingers that much deeper into her inviting flesh. While that activity continued, he worked his tongue eagerly around her breast.
Ed kept up the breast sucking until deciding that he ought to switch to her nipple. So he withdrew his tongue from her breast, after having left a trail of saliva, then began to probe with his tongue against her nipple.
The first time that his tongue sank into the erogenous nipple, she raised her body upward from the bed. Her buttocks bounced up and down several times, and she heaved a sensual little moan while he kept up his intensified efforts.
"You're really getting me hard," she gasped. "You know just how to get me ready to fuck, baby. You keep this up and you're gonna have the hottest pussy in town on your hands."
Her inspiring words brought out even more in the way of animal lust within Ed as his tongue sank deeply into her nipple. Mona watched as he released his tongue, then allowed his teeth to move forward. They sank against her nipple, kneading the flesh ever so carefully but with consistent devotion.
He knew how to use just the right amount of pressure so that he would excite Irene to the greatest extent, but yet, on the other hand, did not hurt her.
He kept up his steady movements over her nipple, then released his teeth, getting set to proceed over to her other breast.
"Go to work, baby, do the other breast now," Irene said with great impatience. "I need you, honey."
His fingers clutched her ass cheeks with a new sense of erotic desperation.
Mona looked down toward her son's penis, discovering that it had attained a full state of erection. She observed her son squirming back and forth, his body barely able to control itself. It wouldn't be long, she knew from experience, before he would be plunging his penis into his lover somehow. It was just a question of what shape the particular mechanics would take. The necessity was clearly there.
His fingers kept on maintaining steady contact with her buttocks, and his tongue started to dance over her right breast.
The saliva that circulated against her breast as a result of Ed's efforts glistened through the sunlight which filtered into the room through the Venetian blinds.
As Mona's eyes dropped down between beautiful Irene's legs, she observed another glistening sight, that of the girl's damp pussy. Every now and then Irene's body would twist down at her legs and buttocks, demonstrating the restlessness she felt in her mound.
Ed's tongue began to lash eagerly against Irene's right breast, and before long he was working his teeth against her nipple.
He sank the teeth into her with just the right movement, just enough to get her excited in the way that he wanted her to be.
Ed finally removed his teeth from her nipple, looking at Irene hungrily.
"I need you," he told her emphatically.
No sooner were the words out of his mouth than he plunged his tongue forward. Mona observed .that his red tongue was trembling from the anxiety he felt within him as he let it brush inside her mouth.
His first movements were slow and exploratory as his hot wet red tongue brushed softly against Irene's. But after he found the range, Ed discovered that he needed a lot more. He needed to shove his tongue all the way, to let it drill pulsatingly against Irene's tongue.
While his hips and ass cheeks were rotating under the building fires of their sexual passions, he permitted his tongue to stab with uninhibited delight against hers.
Mona could feel the ecstasy building in both their bodies just from watching them. Their trim, excited forms trembled as they exchanged a hot French kiss.
While her son's tongue sank unrestrainedly inside Irene's mouth, he withdrew his fingers from her buttocks and let them move upward toward her back.
His fingers sank diligently against her spine as he kept on tonguing her, driving his hot red weapon with greater speed than before, sending it surging against her tongue.
As the tongues continued to lock, he pinched her spine, hurting her a little with his finger stabs.
Her body froze ever so slightly for a few seconds, after which he removed his fingers from her back and moved them upward toward her head.
His now trembling fingers came into contact with his lover's hair. He ran his fingers through her red strands of lovely hair, giving her additional satisfaction while the steady tongue kissing continued.
Mona wondered if she were doing the right thing. After all, she thought, the wise thing would be to break up the act before they got into the finishing stages.
Something was holding her back, however, and as much as she hated to admit it, she recognized that it was no doubt sexual curiosity. Her husband had been so busy lately running his car agency that she hadn't seen a good deal of him.
At thirty-nine she remained a hot woman, one who, through proper exercise and diet, looked some ten years younger than she actually was.
The longer that Mona watched, the sadder that she became as she thought of all the hot sex that she would like to be enjoying that was being denied her.
Every time that she observed her son's tongue steadily slash against that of his lover Irene, she felt more deprived.
There was one distinct reason why she was not making her move as well. She was feeling the fires building within her. It started in her loins, which began to feel impatient, but the sparks soon extended themselves to her mound.
She felt a throbbing itchiness in her pussy as she watched her son's tongue continue to lace against that of his lover.
Mona couldn't help but observe the smooth, swift manner in which her son's tongue coordinated with that of Irene.
The steady tongue drilling continued, and Ed's fingers sank ever aeeper against Irene's hair.