Chapter 8
"You can't quit now," Tad cried in alarm. "You're really doing a terrific job for the dating service. Everyone says so. Even old lady Hunsucker accepts you, now. Why quit?"
"Guilty conscience," Terry retorted. "Matching up all kinds of kinky little people." She shivered. "Am I doing right?"
"Yes," Tad replied, firmly. "You're making a lot of people happy. And if that's being sinful, I'd rather have you that way then before..."
Terry looked surprised. "Before? Before what?"
Her son said, "Before you got yourself liberated. You used to be a big pain in the ass. Now you're on the right track. A real swinger! A mom a son can be proud of." He pleaded. "Please forget about the conscience, and enjoy yourself. And keep on helping other people. They need you ... I need you," he added a bit haltingly.
"That's another thing that bothers me," Terry said in a softer tone of voice. "Sleeping with my own son doesn't quite sit right. Perhaps, I'm just a plain, old-fashioned Jane after all."
Tad stood up. "Enough of that negative kind of shit! How long has it been since you had a piece of ass?"
Terry had to think. She had been so deeply immersed in the problems of other people, she had completely forgotten about her own needs. "Too long," she had to admit.
"No wonder," Tad exclaimed and took his mother by the hand. "To the bedroom for you, young lady," he said.
In bed, the naked boy sunk his cock-bone into the motherly cunt on the very first thrust. "Still feel sinful?" he asked as he reached under and grasped both of her ass-cheeks in preparation for a series of hard-driving fucks.
"Yes," Terry admitted and threw both of her legs around her son's rib cage. "But I love it. I love feeling sinful. . . ! "
She was about to make a few more observations about her feelings when her son began to pump. Her voice spiraled into an unintelligible howl...