Chapter 6
Toward the end of the week, Gary revealed to Mona that he would have to go out of town for the weekend.
"There's this convention of sales representatives from the car agencies in the northern part of the state," he told her. "I really should be there."
"If you must, dear, then you must."
"Would you like to go along?"
She hesitated a moment before answering.
"No thank you, darling. I think I'll pass this one up."
"I realize that some of these things are absolute bores," he shook his head. "I remember the one we went to in Chicago a few months ago. We never even got to see the sights. It was dull. I don't blame you for staying home."
"I feel kind of, well, kind of tired."
"Then stay home and rest, dear. I understand."
Mona realized that her problem wasn't fatigue. She was downright bored, and Gary was boring her, even though she hated to concede that point even to herself.
She drove him to the airport early Friday morning, then drove back home.
She attended a women's club meeting that afternoon, but her mind was a long way removed from the activity that was taking place.
Once again she was thinking a great deal about sex, and the longer she thought about it, the more she recognized that, if her husband couldn't supply her with the kinds of sensation she needed, she was going to have to find somebody somewhere who could and would.
For some strange reason, and it bothered her to recognize it, her son Ed kept returning to her span of consciousness. She just couldn't seem to stop thinking about how sexy he had looked fucking Irene.
That afternoon when she returned home from the meeting, instead of getting dinner, as she normally would have, Mona decided to put on her leopard-skin bikini and take a dip in the pool.
She sometimes resorted to swimming when she felt particularly frustrated, and needed physical release from her mental traumas.
She undressed, then quickly put on the bikini, going outside into the back yard.
She swam the length of the pool some eight to ten times, then got out and dried herself. She walked briskly back into the house, removing her bikini and slipping on her white lace panties and matching bra.
Mona deliberated over what to wear, and finally decided to throw on a lavender house coat, which she sometimes wore when she wanted to relax.
She strode barefooted into the living room, where she mixed herself a stiff shot of bourbon and water.
Mona belted down her first drink quickly, then immediately mixed herself a second.
The more she drank the more troubled she became, but she wasn't about to stop. She was in one of those trying frames of mind where she was determined to keep on belting down the booze.
She was rapidly approaching the drunken stage when the door opened at a few minutes after five.
Mona observed her startled son Ed walking into the house.
"Hi, mom," he said, looking at her strangely, quickly observing the glass in her hand and her glassy-eyed appearance.
"How's it going, Ed darling?"
"Not bad, I guess," Ed said cautiously, still not quite over the trauma of the tongue lashing she had given him just a few days earlier.
"You know, Ed, I think you can use a drink," she looked at him and giggled.
"Are you kidding? You've treated me like a young boy, mom. Do you really want me to have something to drink?"
"You know, I was thinking about that," she said reflectively. "It might just well be that I was being too protective. You know, that sometimes happens with mothers. Particularly mothers of an only child, like you. I'll tell you what. I'll fix you a drink. How would you like me to mix you a bourbon and water?
That's what I'm having."
"That sounds pretty good," Ed grinned, beginning to relax a little more as he sat down in a chair.
He watched Mona get up from the chair on which she had been sitting. She conscientiously mixed him a drink, which she carried over and handed to him.
"Thank you," Ed said.
She picked up her own glass, raising it before her.
"Here's to your health," Mona said.
"Same here," Ed replied.
They sipped their drinks slowly, and all the while Mona was becoming more turned on by her young son. She kept telling herself that it was just infatuation, and nothing more. Perhaps it was a desire to escape. But down deep she recognized that there was a lot more to it than that. Ed had a sexy way about him, and, what with her not getting enough in the way of sex satisfaction from her husband, she was seeking satisfaction elsewhere.
"You're really a very handsome young guy, Ed," she said. "I'm real proud of you. You know, maybe I was a little too harsh the other day. I guess a young guy has to have fun. I can't expect to treat you like a monk in some monastery, because you're not. I don't think you'd be the type."
"That's for sure," Ed nodded, a little surprised over his mother's sudden candor.
They drank for a little while longer, finishing the contents in their respective glasses.
Mona suddenly rose from her chair, walking slowly over to Ed.
It wasn't until that moment that Ed really began to get the point. He could see the certain intensity in his mother's eyes. Prior to making that observation, he had thought of her conversation as nothing more than a candid attempt to get at the truth. Now he recognized her efforts as much more than that. She was attracted to him, and it was just a question of how far she was going to carry that attraction.
She stopped a few scant inches away from the chair, reaching out with her right hand and running her fingers ever so slowly through his hair.
"You look very good, darling, you really do," Mona told him.
After she had run her fingers through his hair several times, she lowered her head, then extended her lips forward. As she puckered up, Ed tensed his body, anticipating a stiff kiss.
Her thick ruby-red lips crushed penetratingly against his, causing all kinds of shock waves to vibrate throughout his body.
Ed instinctively jumped up from the chair, throwing his arms around his mother and reciprocating with a slashing tongue kiss.
They Frenched with magnificent grace and enthusiasm. His tongue kept on meeting hers, converging with great devastation.
He removed his tongue from her mouth, then exclaimed:
"Let's go into the bedroom."
"Yes, my bedroom, dear. We've got plenty of room there, and nobody will ever find out. Your father's in San Francisco by now."
While they walked slowly toward the bedroom, the passions began to consistently build within Mona's body.
Mona didn't even spend time thinking about the inherent wrong in what she was doing. She couldn't consider guilt feelings at that point. They didn't even exist. She was concerned about one element only, that of satisfying her body, which was quaking with sensation.
Once they got into the bedroom, she turned on one dim light, seeking to give them just enough light to carry on, but not too much. That, she reasoned, would have ruined the romantic effect.
Mona observed with great pleasure her son quickly removing his clothes.
As he sat on the edge of a chair, nervously removing his shoes, then his socks, Mona decided to put on the same kind of a luxurious strip routine that she often did for Gary, when she was extremely eager to have sex with him.
She stood just in front of the bed, and began to remove the lavender house coat.
She pulled it off of her in slow motion, letting him see just a little bit of her scantily clad body at a time.
Mona finally removed the house coat, tossing it into a nearby chair, then placing her hands on her hips.
She remained proud of her lovely form, and it gave her a great feeling of satisfaction to observe the way that her son was looking at her.
His eyes were mushrooming with increasing excitement as he kept on staring at her form. All she wore were her panties and bra, and it would be only a short time before she removed those objects.
She slowly undid the straps which held together her bra, then let the bra drop by its own momentum to the floor.
Mona thrust her breasts forward, giving her son a good look at the smooth, ivory objects.
He ceased his undressing for the moment, sitting in rapt attention as his mother worked her fingers down to her panties.
She gripped the panties firmly, then slid them slowly down her legs.
Ed observed her smooth, creamy thighs, eagerly anticipating the moment when he would fasten his fingers to them.
Mona observed his reactions carefully, and quickly noted the huge erection that was forming inside his trousers.
Her fingers kept gliding the panties down her legs, right up, up until the moment that she was able to step out of them and reveal herself totally in the nude.
Her son's eyes fastened momentarily on her pubic mound, after which he decided that it was time for him to finish undressing.
Ed watched as his mother walked slowly toward the bed, then reached out and pulled back the sheets.
Once the sheets were properly discarded, she slid her beautiful form into the bed, stretching out on the clean white surface.
"I'm ready for you any time," she said softly.
Ed gulped, quickening the pace of his undressing movements. He quickly climbed out of his shirt, then pulled his T-shirt up over his head and discarded it.
A few moments later, Ed stepped out of his shorts. He got up from the chair and walked slowly toward the bed, his huge penis thrusting out magnificently before him.
Ed nervously reached down with his right hand, allowing his fingers to maneuver over the tip of his cock.
"Come over here, baby, and let me take that cock away from you," Mona said.
It amazed her how uninhibited she was becoming in the presence of her own son. The feelings of guilt only manifested themselves for a fleeting few seconds in her mind. She quickly discarded the feelings, concentrating instead on how eager she was to please her son.
He slid his body into bed, lying a few inches away from her.
Mona looked down at the sight of her son's throbbing penis. She reached out and let her fingers move up and down its glossy surface.
He could feel the blood rushing to his cock, and as he felt the waves of sensation surging through him, he felt the fires building within his balls as well.
Mona pumped ardently, moving her fingers up and down the full length of her son Ed's penis.
"Keep your fingers pumping," he sighed. "You're really doing the job, honey."
The longer that her fingers maneuvered up and down Ed's cock, the faster and more sharply her movements became.
Mona was as thrilled as a schoolgirl to have the opportunity to focus her finger efforts on a hard penis.
Mona went wild at the prospect of fingering her son's cock.
She moved her fingers eagerly up and down his long stem, then switched her action to his balls. She reached out and toyed with his scrotum, watching as the balls bulged with great anticipation.
"I like the way that the balls are expanding," she said. "That's a great sign, honey. It means there's lots of juice storing up in there."
"I've got plenty of juice inside my nuts," he smiled. "There'll be plenty for your cunt,"
"That's just what I wanted, honey. I wanted your hard dick throbbing inside my pussy. Are you up to that?"
"Take a look at my size. It shouldn't be necessary for you to ask that question."
"No, I don't suppose it should be," she giggled. "It's just that I like to hear extra confirmation."
"You've got it."
At that point Ed turned into a thrusting cocksman who threw his body forward and grabbed his mother by the hips.
He liked feeling her warm, firm skin, and the longer that his fingers came into scorching contact with it, the better that he felt.
His fingers stabbed against her hips several times, then worked their way down her legs. He loved gripping her thighs, and did so resolutely.
While his fingers continued to clutch her legs, he reached down and slipped his tongue inside her mouth.
The stabbing French kisses caused feelings of exhilaration to circulate throughout her body. She rotated her ass cheeks and legs back and forth as he kept up his dynamic tongue stabs.
When Ed withdrew his tongue from her mouth, he set his sights next on her left ear.
Ed reached up and pecked at her ear several times, then slipped his tongue inside it. He conscientiously laved her ear, driving his tongue inside it as he kept up the pace.
With burning desire the searing tongue movements continued, and as he kept working his tongue with resplendent zeal, he needed to put his fingers to work at the same time.
Ed decided that the best way to thoroughly enthrall his mother would be to let his fingers glide around her pussy while his tongue bathed her ear lobe.
The double sensations drove her close to the brink of orgasm.
"Quick, get down on my pussy," she gasped. "I can't take any more of this, honey. Go down there and kiss my cunt, oh, yes, kiss it."
He removed his fingers quickly from her mound, then dropped his head down toward her pink pussy.
His lips puckered up and attacked her pussy lips, plunging against her vaginal flesh.
The kissing contact caused her whole body to quake, and as it did he ran his fingers soothingly over her thighs.
From the way that Mona's entire body was shaking, Ed knew that he had her precisely where he wanted her. He was determined to give her the best possible fuck that he could.
"Start sucking," she eagerly gasped. "I'm gonna give you a bust in the mouth like you've never had, baby. Better than any other girl has given you. Get busy and suck. Work your tongue inside my slit. Suck me, darling."
While he gripped her thighs effectively, he moved his tongue into place, implanting it inside her mound.
With swift, sweeping strokes, he worked his tongue against her pussy. He drove it at top speed, not even bothering with any slow strokes. He could tell from the cries of urgency that came from her just how badly Mona wanted to explode her juices inside his mouth. He wasn't about to disappoint her in any way.
Eagerly he kept on sucking, driving his surging tongue forward, pushing her ever closer to the precipice of orgasm.
"I'm gonna cum, baby, I'm just about ready," she warned.
She reached out and tugged at the small of his back, clasping her fingers against his back muscles as he kept on burying his tongue ever deeper inside her already moist, pink slit.
A few strokes later, she let out a howl. He knew just how close she was to juicing in his mouth, and it gave him that much more incentive to proceed ahead. He attacked her tongue at a blistering level, working it eagerly against every crevice of pussy flesh.
"I'm gonna juice, I'm gonna juice," she said.
She kicked her legs high into the air several times, letting herself go entirely under the impetus of his stabbing tongue momentum.
She heaved one last sigh, after which the flood-tide of juices was released from her pussy.
"I'm there, I'm there, I'm there," she exclaimed.
He kept up his savage tongue pace, going after every droplet of juice that bolted from her pussy.
Ed released his tongue from her mound, recognizing just how badly he needed to get his cock off.
He looked down at his lover's vagina, so wet and enticing. He thought about how great it would be to have his cock stabbing with devastating precision inside that pussy of hers.
"I want in you," he said, "and I want it right now."
"Fuck me," she exclaimed. "You've done a good job of sucking me, darling. Keep up the action. I really want it. I really need it."
He reached out and parted her legs some more, grabbing her by the ankles and fondling her skin affectionately.
Ed's eyes focused briefly on her hot snatch. He wanted to sink his long dick into her hot inviting pink mound.
He moved his fingers over toward her breasts, allowing them to clutch at her firm skin.
Ed kept up the finger movements for a little while, then decided to bring his tongue movements to bear against her warm flesh.
His tongue darted against her left breast, and the longer he kept up the tongue stabs, the more eager both of them became for him to unleash his cock inside her pussy.
Once that Ed had left a trail of saliva over her left breast, he switched his eager tongue over to her right, repeating the same exciting process.
While his tongue kept on stabbing at her breast, he worked his fingers around her buttocks. He pinched her ass cheeks a few times, causing her to moan. But it was a kind of moan that spurred him on some more. He knew how badly she wanted the kind of action he was willing to supply.
"I need your fuck, and I need it right now," she said as Ed finally released his tongue from her breast.
Ed said nothing, but looked down at his hard cock. He stroked it a few times, then looked at his mother with a great sense of urgency.
"Get set," he told her.
Then his eyes fastened abruptly on her pussy, so warm, so wet, so inviting. He needed immediately to enter her hot pink gash.