Chapter 3
Alice went back to her room a moment later. It was a good thing she did, too, for Bob was just coming in.
She made it a point not to make a sound. The last thing she wanted was for Bob to come in and talk to her about his date. But as fate would have it, he decided this night he had to talk to her. He went in and sat on the edge of her bed and she tried to play asleep.
"Mom," Bob whispered, "I've got to talk to you."
"Can't it wait until tomorrow, Bob?" she asked him.
"No, I've got to talk to you about it right now," he fumed.
"All right," Alice said, rolling over and looking at him.
Bob looked at her with his intense blue eyes and spoke nervously.
"What does a guy do when he gets two-timed?"
"I don't know what you mean," she tried to force a smile.
"I had a date with this good-for-nothing widow down the street," he told her, "and she stood me up. She came home about two o'clock in the morning with some black dude. She said that we never did have a date. And damn it, we did."
Seeing her young son frustrated annoyed her.
"I'm sorry, baby," she told him, "but you shouldn't get so uptight."
The moment she said "baby," she recognized how it would bother him.
"I'm a man now," Bob said, "and I've had a good time with plenty of women. This is the first time I've had a woman stand me up."
"For your sake, I hope it's the last," she told him frankly, "but women are unpredictable."
"You're not telling me nothing," he said angrily. "That little wench gave me a good piece of ass last week. She invited me back for seconds. I go back and she isn't there. I sat out in front of her house all night and, damn it, when she comes home with this big black dude she says we didn't even have a date."
Alice figured it was about time she told her son what the score was.
"There are two kinds of women," she said seriously. "Those who are loyal and those who are hustlers. They're either hustling for money or they're hustling for pleasure. Apparently you picked one of those good-for-nothing women who we used to call hussies years ago."
"Mom, she's a damn lying, two-timing, cheating double-crossing, bitch."
When she saw all of the fire in his eyes of hate she worried.
"Don't get so angry at her," she told him frankly. "It's not good for your blood pressure."
"Blood pressure, my ass," he told her. "It's not good for my prick. I had a hard-on all night and I figured I'd get it off with her."
"Perhaps I should give you a massage," she told Bob. "That would relax you. And maybe a drink of whiskey."
"It's not like you to suggest a drink, mom," he told her with a laugh.
"Sometimes a whiskey sour is good for a sour experience," she laughed.
Alice got up. She slipped into her blue chiffon negligee. The outline of her body was very revealing. Bob picked up on her curvaceous form and his cock hardened again. When she came back with a drink for him and drink for herself he smiled at her gratefully.
"Thank you, mom," he told her. "If you weren't my own mother I'd like to stick it in you."
"That's indecent of you to say such a thing," she nodded nervously.
After they had a few sips of their drink she suggested he strip so she could give him a relaxing massage.
Finally after the second drink Bob did take off his clothes, except for his shorts, and got on the bed.
His mother applied some baby oil to her hands and then began massaging up and down her young son's back.
Her teenage son loved the feel of her fingers as they slid smoothly up and down his tense taut back nerves. When she came to the swells of his buttocks he enjoyed the fact that she slid her hands under his shorts and massaged them, too.
"I'll take my shorts off, mom, if you want to rub my ass," he told her.
He reached down and pulled down his shorts and then she pulled them off the rest of the way. Now he was totally nude.
She let her hands wander between his ass crack. Bob enjoyed the feeling of her slippery hand sliding between his ass cheeks. And then she suggested something that startled him.
"A prostate massage would really relax you," she informed him.
Slipping a finger up his tight anal channel she gently massaged his prostate gland. Bob loved this.
"Yes, yes," he enthused, "that feels so good, mom. Keep it up."
She went on tenderly letting her finger slip up his rectum. He was getting more and more aroused.
"Oh, mom," he exclaimed, "that feels so good to me. Keep it up. Keep it up."
She went on gingerly fingering his rectum. And then she bent over and passionately pressed her lips against his ass cheeks.
"Oh, that feels super," he said as he felt her tongue slip between his ass crack and lovingly caress him in his most intimate areas.
"Oh, mom, suck my ass," Bob begged eagerly. "Suck it for me."
Alice was more than willing to accommodate her son's carnal request. For once the door had swung open to incest with her other son Bill she was ready to let it swing still farther with her second son Bob. Bob seemed to be enjoying it even more than Bill.
All at once he arched his ass upward. She clasped his buttocks firmly. And then she got her nose and her teeth and her tongue and her lips and her mouth right in his ass crack and began sucking on his ass-hole feverishly.
He loved the feel of her tongue slipping up his tight rectum.
"Yes, mom, yes," he begged her eagerly, "suck my ass-hole. Suck it for me. Oh, mom, I need it so bad."
Passionately she let her tongue flip right up his rectum. And at the same time she tenderly let her finger tips play with the back of his balls. Bob was so excited now he couldn't hide it.
"Mom, you've really got me hard," he told her. "That tongue of yours is tremendous. When you slip it up my ass-hole I go crazy."
It was amazing what Alice could do with her tongue up his ass. And he wanted her to go on sliding it into his ass-hole forever.
"Don't stop," he begged her. "Oh, mom, suck ass. Suck my ass-hole. That's what I want you to do. Suck my ass out."
His voice was rising in a crescendo. As he became more stimulated and aroused his voice became louder. She knew she would have to quiet him. For if Bill could ever hear what was going on in her bedroom she knew there would be trouble.
Withdrawing her tongue from his ass-hole as much as she hated to at this erotic moment, she told him to quiet down.
"You'll wake everybody," she exclaimed. "Baby, don't get so excited."
"Slip your tongue back in my ass," he cried frantically. "Mom, I want you to lick it. I can't help it. You got me that stimulated."
She could tell from the way he was talking he was stimulated. And she wanted to deliver the most powerful erotic pleasure she could to him. It was strange how society would deny her that one pleasure that she could deliver so expertly. She was still a beautiful woman. And her young son's body appealed to her. After all, he was part of her. Didn't she have more right to him than anybody? Thoughts like these whirled through her mind as her tongue stabbed up his rectum.
She clasped his ass cheeks tightly. She got in there and burrowed with her tongue. And her son wiggled on her tongue.
"Slip it in there," he begged her. "Slide it in, mom. Farther. That's the way I want it."
Bob was getting his ass sucked as he never knew an ass could be sucked. And when he got to a certain passionate pitch he had to roll over and slip his prick in her mouth.
"Take your tongue out of my butt," he finally told her. "I want to slip my prick in your mouth."
Alice slid her tongue smoothly from her son's rectum. He rolled over. And then he gripped his cock and presented it to her.
"Take it," he told her. "Suck it off. Eat it."
His voice was low and husky and virile. Just the type of masculine frankness and candor that thrilled her.
She clasped his long thick cock. She flipped her tongue around the top of it. When she licked up and down the sides of it, he trembled. She tickled the sensitive glans portion of his penis with her tongue tip. Finally she slipped her mouth over the head of his shaft and began sucking hard. He loved the way she was sucking. He pumped it to her with vigorous ass movements. She clasped his buttocks so she could feel every flex of his ass muscles as he screwed her face.
"Suck my dick," he begged her. "Suck my cock. That's what I want you to do. Suck it off. Come on. Suck my juicy sweet cock."
She held within her hands the promise of a sweet sperm explosion. She knew what her other son Bill tasted like. Now she was going to discover what Bob's juice tasted like. And it was for this moment that her mouth moved so magnificently up and down his long hard penis.
"Suck it off," he begged her, "suck it. Come on. Suck my prick. That's what I want you to do. Suck it off.", It was an erotic moment for her at this point. She was sucking hard now.
"Yes, yes," he cried eagerly, "suck. Suck my juicy cock. Suck it off."
Gripping his mother's head he thrust it down her throat. For a second Alice thought she would choke on her son's thick, virile penis. Nevertheless, she did her best to keep her composure. She wanted him to explode in her mouth. For then she could eat his sperm. She could suck his seed and swallow it. She felt the need to taste it. She pulled off when he began ramming it down her throat sohe could get the point. However, it was difficult. For at this point he wanted to thrust to orgasm. And he figured the best way would be to give her a throat fuck. Finally she managed to pull back so when he did explode it was in her mouth. His white-hot sperm load surged down her throat.
"Gulp it," he begged her. "Suck it. Swallow it."
Bob's thick sperm tasted delicious to her. She sucked his seed and swallowed it.
"Eat it," he begged. "Eat my dick."
His hot white juice tasted delicious to her. She sucked and swallowed him all the way.
When it was over she looked at him adoringly.
"Oh, darling," she smiled, "we had such a good time, didn't we?"
He nodded.
"Now, baby," she grinned, "we're gonna have some more fun. I mean real fun."
She figured that she might as well teach him the fine art of pussy eating. For Alice recognized how important it was for a woman to feel loved. And she knew very well that a woman could feel most adored and most loved when her pussy was prop erly eaten by a talented tongue man.
"Your father Brad was great in the pussy-eating department," she grinned a bit sheepishly.
"You can't teach me nothin' about eating snatch," Bob grinned.
She realized that Bob had obviously had far more experience than her son Bill. Nevertheless, she was certain that she could teach the young tiger quite a few things about oral sex.
Proudly she pushed herself against him.
"Now, baby," she smiled. "I want you to let your tongue slip into my twat. Tongue it good."
She straddled him and pressed her muff to his mouth. He gripped her hips. His hands caressed her buttocks as his tongue stabbed into her vagina. She loved the sensation of his tongue slipping back and forth across her pussy.
Bob's tongue flipped out, licked up and down her slit and she trembled with passion.
"Yes, baby, yes," she begged him on, "suck your momma's pussy."
His young hot hands reached up to grip her breasts. He squeezed the nipples as he sucked on her snatch. He almost had his nose in her pussy as he flipped his tongue vigorously into her.
"Yes, yes," she cried out ecstatically, "that's what I want you to do. Suck me. Suck me."
Passionately he went on tonguing her. Then he brought his hands from her breasts down to her bottom. He clasped her ass cheeks and squeezed them as he lovingly licked her hot hole. She enjoyed the way his tongue flipped about inside her. And she begged him to continue.
"More, baby, more," she begged frantically, "that's the way your momma loves it. Lick quick. Love me."
No doubt about it, he was determined to provide all of the erotic thrills that she wanted. And his tongue explored her. He was probing her. The tip of his tongue touched the neck of her womb. He lavished many licks on her labia and then he flipped his tongue up and down her clitoris. She was thrilled to the point of climax.
"I'm juicing, Bob," she exclaimed. "Lick me, Bob.
Lick me."
Alice was juicing in young Bob's face. And Bob didn't stop licking. For he loved her. Her juices were a delicious treat for his tongue. He sucked her dry. She looked at him adoringly.
"Oh, sweetheart," she told him, "you don't know how good you made your momma's pussy feel."
She was pulling off him now and then she was startled. For glancing back she looked at his enormous penis.
"You've got another hard-on," she observed. "You're as horny as your father was."
She gripped his cock and held it tightly.
"How about letting me ass fuck you, mom?" he smiled. "You sure have a cute ass on you."
"If you promise to take it easy," Alice agreed. "I guess you can fuck me there."
Even though she recognized it might hurt like the devil if her son didn't do as she told him, she thought she would take the chance.
She got off the bed and immediately poured some baby oil into her hand and applied it to her young son's long hard penis shaft.
"Now," she exclaimed, "I'm gonna get you all ready for a good screwing. This is really gonna make you feel good."
She applied the slippery substance not only to his long hard cock shaft, but to his big hairy balls as well. He loved the feel of her hand gingerly playing around his balls as well as his penis.
"I could almost get my rocks off with you doing this," Bob grinned.
"But it wouldn't be half as much fun as if you slipped it up my ass-hole," she assured him.
Bob took her word for it. Now he was eager to let his penis slip up her behind.
Alice calculated that she would provide him with every pleasure she knew how. She figured that if she would put a beach towel in front of the sliding glass mirrors which fronted her wardrobe that her young son could enjoy fucking her ass-hole a lot more."
She got a beach towel out, spread it down in front of the mirrors and then she got on all fours. Bob, whose cock was rigid and slippery, came over to her. He mounted her carefully. Gripping her upraised buttocks e slowly eased himself to her ass crack. Then he thrust his cock forward.
"Fuck it," he told her, "fuck."
With a hard driving cock stab he rode forward. As the head of his shaft slipped past her tight anal ring she let out a moan of pain.
"Take it easy," she told him.
"I'm sorry," Bob apologized.
She didn't want him to be so sorry that his cock would go limp or that he would slip it out of her. And when it began feeling fantastic she let him know immediately.
"Now it feels good," she enthused. "Keep fucking me. Yes. I like it. Oh, Bob, fuck me."
Bob jabbed his cock up her ass. He was ramming it to her in deep driving strokes. She was enjoying it immensely.
"Fuck it," he told her, "fuck. That's the way to do it. Fuck it off."
His hands clasped her buttocks as he went on driving into her.
"Yes, yes," she enthused, "give it to me."
He went on ramming. And he enjoyed it when his big hairy balls bounced against her bare bottom. But what he liked most of all was the way her ass muscles clutched at his cock. She had a way of entertaining him by swinging her hips around.
"Fuck me," she begged. "Fuck me. That's the way to do it. Come on, fuck me."
As his deep driving cock continued thrusting into her. ass-hole she found herself enjoying it even more. The intense pleasure was doubled when he reached around and felt of her bosoms and let his hands slip down to her pussy.
Slipping two fingers in her hot pussy hole he began gingerly working around inside of her.
"Fuck me," he begged her, "fuck. Come on. Fuck it, mom."
All at once Bob's cock exploded high up her rectum. As the hot juices erupted from his penis shaft she wiggled.
"Yes, yes," she cried eagerly, "fuck me. Fuck me.
Finally he eased his cock out of her slippery ass-hole. His hand pulled out of her pussy and she rolled over.
"I enjoyed that, Bob," she told him. "More than anyone else in the world could."
That thrilled Bob. He bent over and wrapped his arms around her lovingly and kissed her.