Chapter 2
Alice was beginning to get worried. What if Bob should come home. All that she'd need to happen would be for Bob to find her and Bill having a ball.
"What about your brother?" she reminded him. "You know, he might not appreciate the fact we're having sex."
"Don't worry about him," Bill said casually. "He won't be in early."
"How do you know?"
"You know that widow lady who lives down the street? I can't remember her name but she lives at the corner."
"I certainly do," his mother said anxiously. "Is he having sex with her? I've heard she-likes young boys."
"Don't you, mom?" her young son demanded.
She gulped. For she was trapped in her own condemnation. She didn't say anymore.
"Go get the whipped cream if you want to," she suggested, "and you might as well bring the honey, too."
Bill left her in the bedroom as he went downstairs to get the whipped cream and the honey. He returned with a can of whipped cream and the honey container.
"First, give me the honey," his mother suggested.
Alice took the yellow plastic honey container away from him. She pointed the plastic nozzle at her slit and shoved it in.
"Let me squeeze it," he told her. "I want to watch your face when it squirts into your pussy."
Sex had become a game with Bill. And she didn't care if it had. For she wanted to supply him with a lot of pleasure. She was glad she could do this and as the honey squirted into her pussy she wiggled.
"It feels funny," she laughed.
Bill pulled the honey container off her and then he applied the whipped cream first to her bosoms and then made a trail down to her pussy. He covered her fur-trimmed triangle completely with the whipped cream.
"Looks like snow has fallen on you," he laughed.
"Eat me," Alice begged eagerly.
Straddling her Bill bent over. He let his tongue lick along her bosoms. He enjoyed the taste of the whipped cream but what he liked most was the feel of her flesh against his tongue as he licked. When he had finished cleaning off both bosoms he moved down to her fur-trimmed triangle. He dipped his tongue inside of her pussy. And he tasted the honey. The honey combined with the whipped cream tasted delicious to him.
"Yes, baby, yes," she begged, "suck me. That's what I want you to-do, darling. Suck your momma's pussy."
He was only too happy to accommodate her request. His tongue dipped deep into her hot pussy hole. He flipped it hard into her and she loved it.
"Yes, yes," she cried ecstatically, "that's the way to do it."
She couldn't take much of this tongue lashing in her pussy. For his hot-blooded anxiety to get her off was producing results.
"Suck me," he begged her, "suck me. Yes, baby, yes. Suck it off."
All at once she was juicing. He sucked quickly and eagerly.
"Eat it," she begged. "Eat my pussy, baby. That's the way to do it. I love it. Eat it!"
Passionately his tongue swiped inside of her and he finished eating her. When he had finished sucking on her pussy she suggested something else.
"How about licking your momma's ass-hole?" she asked with a twinkle in her eye.
"Mind if I sweeten it up with honey?" he smiled at her.
Bill reached for the yellow plastic honey container. He slipped its plastic nozzle to her tight ass crack. And then he squeezed it and squirted the honey right up her rectum.
"That feels funny," she laughed.
Then he held his mother's behind in his hands and sucked on her ass-hole.
"Oh, that's just how your father used to do it," she exclaimed excitedly. "I love it, Bill. Eat my ass out."
Bill was a fast learner. His slippery tongue plunged right up her rectum and his hands squeezed her buttocks. He was finding out fast that when all inhibitions were gone he could do anything and enjoy it.
He figured that he would add a measure of pleasure to her sexual excitement if he slid a couple of fingers in her pussy while he was eating her behind.
Dipping his fingers into her snatch he went on sucking her ass-hole. She loved the double sensation.
"Yes, darling," Alice cried ecstatically, "fuck my pussy. Suck my ass. Oh, yes, baby."
She was pleased that he enjoyed doing these bizarre sexual acts. And she vowed that she would eat his ass out, too.
Finally when he observed that his fingers were getting slippery as he thrust away inside of her vagina, he figured it was about time for him to bring her around. He flipped his tongue from her ass-hole and plunged it into her pussy.
He let it lightly lash back and forth across her clit. When he got her so excited that she was starting to juice he figured it was time to suck hard.
With his mouth pressed hard against her pussy he ate her.
"Yes, yes," she cried eagerly, "that's what I want you to do, darling. Suck my pussy."
He performed expertly. He reached up to fondle her bosoms while he ate her box. Alice could never recall having been loved so beautiful before. And she credited him with skill.
"You've got talent in your tongue," she told him. "Yes, son, you're gonna make some girl real happy some day."
Bill was certain that he could do plenty with his tongue. He only wanted the opportunity to demonstrate what he could do on a young high school girl. It wasn't that he didn't enjoy his mother's pussy, but he reasoned that he didn't want to be called a mother fucker.
When he had finished sucking her snatch he pulled away quickly.
"Now, darling, let me return the favor," Alice begged eagerly.
Alice wasted no time. She explained to her young virile teenage son exactly how she wanted him to position himself so she could give him the best loving she knew how.
"Straddle me, baby," she told him, "and then I will lick you."
Once more Bill reminded her that he didn't want her referring to him as baby.
"All right," she agreed.
Now he was resting his firm round buttocks on her bosoms. She enjoyed the sensation of his round ass cheeks pressing on her breasts.
"Move forward, darling," she suggested, "and I will lick your ass for you."
This was the erotic moment that Bill had been waiting for. He could hardly wait to give her what she requested.
"Yes," he told her, "oh, momma, am I ever gonna give you a good time."
It didn't take him long to flip down. For he was eager to have her entertain his ass-hole with her willing tongue.
Reaching up Alice clasped her young son's thighs. Then she let her tongue lightly trace around his ass cheeks. Next she let her tongue slip to his ass crack. Finally she stiffened her tongue and plunged it right up his ass-hole.
He let his buttocks swing up and down on her up-raised tongue. He loved the sensation of her tongue slipping up his rectum. At the same time Bill calculated it would add a lot of pleasure to be jacking off.
Reaching for his long hard cock he began jerking.
"Oh, this feels so good, mom," he enthused. "Keep eating my ass out."
Alice wasn't about to stop her ass-licking activity. For she was enjoying it, too. She knew that she was skillful at performing this. And vividly she recalled how she had done it for her husband Brad. He always enjoyed pinning his butt over her face and making her suck it. He felt it was a form of abject humiliation. This gave him an erotic arousal that stimulated him as nothing else could.
"Oh, yes, yes," the young boy whispered, "suck ass. Come on, mom. Suck my ass."
Her tongue plunged vigorously right up his rectum. And her hands clasping his buttocks pleased him. She knew how to caress his ass cheeks so he could be totally stimulated. Finally he recognized she would have to lick his balls. For he was getting close to climax.
He eased off her tongue and aimed his balls for her lips.
"Open your mouth, mom," he smiled as he swung his balls inside.
As his balls slid into her mouth she let her tongue lightly lave him. He enjoyed the sensation of her tongue lapping at his testicles.
"Do it," he exclaimed eagerly. "That's the way I like it. Keep it up."
She was sucking hard on his balls and he was stroking himself gently. He didn't want to stroke too hard or too quickly. For he wanted to make it last. He was enjoying it.
"Suck my nuts," he urged her, "suck them. Yes, mom. Suck my balls off."
She sucked them and then she slowly eased them from her mouth so she could let her tongue lash at his cock. This was where she knew she would gain her real pleasure. For she was eager to have him unload his cum in her mouth.
Finally he aimed his penis for her lips. Alice opened her mouth and let her tongue slide out slowly. He loved the sensuous way her tongue licked at his cock tip.
"Oh, wild," he exclaimed as he gripped her head and guided himself into her mouth. Inch by inch his penis disappeared in her mouth and her lips encased his cock. He was more and more excited.
"Yes, yes," he exclaimed. "Oh, mom, give me a good cock suck."
He was thrusting slowly now. He wanted to build up to the point where he would get so excited he would have to slam it down her throat and explode. But until that orgasmic moment arrived he wanted to enjoy it this way. With slow and easy motions he rocked back and forth. At the same time Alice was caressing her son's buttocks. She liked to feel of his ass muscles as he fucked. For she could let his hands outline the trace of his flexing ass muscles as he fucked her face.
"Eat it," he exclaimed hotly, "yes, mom. Eat my dick."
The sweet juice was starting to drop from the tip of his cock. This promised her a good sweet load of prick juice. The very thing that she wanted.
"Suck me," the young boy pleaded passionately. "Suck me off, mom. Yes. Suck it off. That's what I want. Ohhh, ahhh, yes, yes, suck my prick."
She was sucking hard now. And he was getting more and more aroused.
"Oh, mom, I'm gonna feed you my juice," he exclaimed excitedly. "I'm cuming."
At this point his cock exploded. She sucked the delicious white cream out of his penis.
"Eat it," he exclaimed anxiously, "eat my dick."
She enjoyed having her face flooded with his sperm. For she liked the taste of him. She squeezed his ass cheeks as he finished fucking her.
When he finally withdrew, some of his cum dripped on her lips. She let her tongue slip out so she could lick it off.
"Good to the last drop, eh, mom?" Bill grinned.
She nodded. But she had carnal knowledge of him now and she knew that their dark secret must never be revealed to Bob.
"Promise me one thing, Bill," Alice begged her son, "don't tell your brother what we've done. And if your father ever found out he would kill me."
To demonstrate how much he cared for her, he pressed his lips hard against her. She looked into his eyes.
"You're the handsomest young boy in the world," she told him. That aroused him all the more. He pressed his lips against her once more and stuck his tongue in her mouth. Alice sucked on her young son's tongue. It tasted so good to her.
As he felt her mouth pressing against him and tasted her tongue, he got a taste of his own sperm. But it didn't bother him. After all, it was as pure as anything could be.
When he withdrew from her arms and caressed her breasts he affectionately told her how much pleasure her body had given him.
"Don't you feel guilty, mom," he told her. "I wanted you."
She appreciated the fact that he wasn't trying to burden her down with any feelings of having done the wrong thing. Carefully she held him next to her.
"I love you, baby," she told him. "That's what bugs me."
"Damn it, would you stop calling me baby?" he told her angrily.
"I'm sorry, son," Alice replied softly. "That's what you seem like to me. But I've got to face it. You've grown up. You're a young stud."
"Do you really think I'm a good fuck, mom?"
"No doubt about it, darling," Alice assured him. "I've had other men beside your father. Believe me, you really rate."
"Tell me about some of these other fuckers," he asked her.
"I don't like to talk about it," Alice insisted. "It's too personal. You mustn't pry."
"I've got a right to know," he told her. "I know men and women do all sorts of things. Mom, why don't you tell me?"
"There was one man I liked in college," Alice admitted. "His name was Jerry. He drank like a fish. But oh, could he fuck when he was stoned. Many men can't make it when they drink. They go limp. But with Jerry it worked the opposite way. He became absolutely wild. I'll never forget the night he wanted me to fuck him in the weirdest position."
"Tell me," her young son asked eagerly. "He wanted us to face the opposite directions," she explained. "I was supposed to straddle him. Then while I slid his cock into my pussy he was playing with my ass. He enjoyed watching in the mirror. He called it the old straddle fuck."
"Hey, mom, why don't we try that?" her young son suggested.
"Not tonight, darling," she shook her head. "You've had enough sex for one night, Bill." Bill wasn't so certain.
"How do you know when you've had enough?" he asked her.
"I know you've had enough," Alice assured him. "Now you'd better go back to your room."
"Have you forgotten, mom?" he laughed. "This is my bedroom."
Alice realized that she had almost gone out of her mind. Certainly she was in her son's room. And it bothered her that she couldn't remember for a moment. It all came back to her in a flash. She had heard Bill making noises. Noises that she was certain had something to do with him playing with himself. She had been right. She had been wrong, however, in involving him. That was what bugged her.
"Kiss me good-night," Bill suggested.
She got off the bed, went over and bent down to kiss him good-night as she let her bosoms brush against his chest.
At this point she was troubled. Troubled beyond words that she could find to express it to him. He instantly picked it up. He didn't like the frown forming on her face and told her so.
"Mom, why are you uptight?" he demanded. "You've no right to feel that way. I gave you a hell of a good time, didn't I?"
"Yes, yes," she assured him, "it isn't anything you've done or haven't done, darling. It's me. Can you forgive me?"
He looked at her and was disgusted now.
"Forgive you for what?" he demanded. "For having a good time?"
"No, for violating a sacred rule," she explained. "Parents are not supposed to have sex with their children. It's against every moral law everywhere."
"Moral law, that's a lot of crap," her young son declared angrily. "It's what you feel. It's what I feel. That's what counts."
"That matters," Alice admitted, "but there are other things, too."
"What other things?" he shot back at her.
"What society sanctions," she explained. "What people would say if they knew. That's what I mean, damn it."
"Don't get mad at me," her young son snapped. "I gave you a hell of a good fuck. That's the thanks I get."
"It's not that I'm not grateful," Alice tried to explain, "it's just that I'm aware. I love you. I don't want you to get hurt. Oh, darling, can't you understand the turmoil I feel inside of me."
He looked at her.
"No," he shook his head coolly, "I don't understand one damn thing. Except we had a good time and you don't appreciate it."