Chapter 12
There wasn't the least trace of doubt in Carlos's mind about the erotic thrills she could supply him with. He was determined to try everything.
After he had rested a few moments, he asked her confidentially, "Were you on the level when you said I could fuck your ass-hole?"
Rolling over on her stomach she patted her behind.
"Certainly, Carlos," she told him. "If you would get a charge out of it, you can fuck it."
"You're a nice girl," the told her, "you really are."
He began massaging her back and suddenly she felt his lips kissing her ass cheeks. She enjoyed all of the adulation. She arched forward so he could suck on her ass-hole.
Carlos's tongue slipped up her rectum. She liked the way his fingers slid into her pussy while he was eating her ass.
"I've got just one request before you stick it in there," she told him bluntly, "and that is that I can use some oil on your peter. I am not going to let you stick that thing up there without some help."
Carlos was most agreeable to let her apply oil to his shaft. Proudly he lay back and watched her until it was glistening.
'That feels so good," he laughed. "You could almost pull it off and that would be our screw."
"You want that?" she asked him point-blank.
"No way," he told her. "I want it sliding up your ass."
She got in the middle of the bed and waited for him to mount her. Slowly he gripped her ass cheeks and flipped his slippery cock between her ass crack.
"All I ask is that you slide it in easy," she insisted.
The tip of his penis jabbed up her ass. All at once, with a forceful hard stab forward, he rode it into her.
"Fuck it, baby," he told her, "that's it. Fuck."
With a vigorous cock stab he gave her a good screwing. She loved the feel of his hot hands clasping her buttocks as he drove forward.
"Fuck it," he told her. "that's the way to do it. Come on, baby, fuck. Fuck it good."
The hard, driving cock stabs riding and sliding up her behind really had her stimulated.
"Oh, baby," she told him. "I love it. All the way. Let me feel that cock sliding up my ass.
It was obvious to Carlos that she was a real nympho. She appreciated getting fucked and demanded more.
Now he decided he was going to jab it in one direction while she twisted in another.
"When I stab my cock to the right," he told her, "you twist your ass to the left. That's corkscrew fucking. Come on, baby, let's have a ball."
Carlos's cock rammed to the right. The next thing he did was jab it to the left as she twisted the opposite direction.
"Oh, that's wild," he told her. "You are really giving me a good time, baby."
She was proud of her achievement.
"You're tight all right," he told her. "Oh, sweetheart. Keep twisting."
She ground her hips around. Now he was really excited.
"Fuck it off," he told her. "Oh, baby, I'm cuming."
The action between them was electrical.
"Fuck it, baby," he told her. "That's how you do it. Come on, sweetheart, grind your ass. Twist it."
It was an erotic moment for her when he suddenly got his gun off. He plunged in hard and shot.
"I'm cuming," he told her. "Milk my prick, baby."
She squeezed her ass muscles. He shot her a good load. "Beautiful," he exclaimed as the thrills shot through his body as he unloaded his sperm high up her ass-hole.
Slowly he eased his cock out of her slippery ass-hole.
"I wish Terry would ball like you do," he told her.
"I'm sorry you've had so much trouble with her," Lorna assured him, "but we must not see each other again. This has to be our first and last time."
"Why?" Carlos asked, not understanding.
"It just wouldn't be good for us to see each other again," she explained. "My husband is having me tailed."
"That's funny," Carlos laughed. "Tail on tail, I guess."
"It may sound funny to you," she nodded grimly, "but you don't know my husband. He's a mean bastard. He won't give me what I need to satisfy me and yet he expects me to be loyal to him. That is being nasty."
He played with her bosoms as he talked to her.
"Couldn't we just meet now and then?" he suggested.
"I'm afraid not," she told him. "I would get addicted to you."
"Is that right?" he smiled proudly.
Reaching down he stroked his cock a couple of times.
"I guess I do have the original repeater peter," he nodded.
"Quit playing with it, Carlos," she told him. "I want to go down on you and I'll never get home. I'll be in trouble enough if I don't split the scene now."
Even though she didn't care to remove herself, Lorna knew what she had to do. She got dressed and left Carlos alone.
When she came in about two o'clock in the morning her husband was mighty suspicious.
"Don't tell me the ladies' bridge club meets this late," he snapped.
"No, I thought I'd go out and have a drink," she said.
"Meet anyone interesting at the bar?" he demanded.
"That's funny," Lorna laughed. "That's the very question I used to ask you during your drinking days, dear."
It was really bugging him the way she could put him on. He rolled over and didn't say another word.
The next day she was grateful that Reggie didn't bother her. But that evening he did.
"Dad hit the ceiling when you weren't here last night," he informed her flatly. "You've got to stop this horsing around, mom. No man's gonna tolerate it."
"I've put up with your father's horsing around for years," she said snidely. "I'm just giving the old boy a dose of his own medicine."
Just then her husband stepped into the room.
"You weren't. talking about me by any chance, were you?" he glowered at them both.
"Don't flatter yourself," she snapped. "There are too many fascinating things to be talking about besides you."
"I'm only the provider," he fumed. "I'm the one who keeps the roof over your head. It's certainly not Reggie. He's sixteen years old. He's still in school."
"Any more of this crap talk and I'm leaving this place for good," Lorna said.
She was delighted she had won. For her husband never said another word. She fixed a pleasant dinner and after dinner watched television.
"How many times are you gonna look at those Lucy reruns?" she asked Reggie.
"I like the old ones better than the new ones," he complained.
"But I've seen them umpteen times," his mother informed him.
Her husband made a few comments about the high cost of living and how disgusted he was with women's lib. Then he went to bed.
When Lorna and Reggie were alone Reggie told her, "Forgive me."
"For what?" she whispered nervously, hoping he would reveal nothing that would get her in trouble.
"You know what I'm talking about," he told her.
"You mean, it's over?" she asked anxiously.
"You said you wanted it to be over, didn't you?" he reminded her.
"I guess I did, didn't I?" she said quietly.
"Yes, mom," he told her, "I've got to grow up. I've found me a chick at school who likes me.
"I'm happy for you," she said, not meaning a word of it.
"This real nice girl Gloria," he told her, "I'm gonna reform her. She was involved in an orgy at a motel last Saturday night and took on nine guys. I told her that she had to change her way of swinging or she would get in trouble."
"You mean pregnant?" his mother asked as she listened to the late TV news.
"No, a disease," he explained. "We've got a VD epidemic at school."
"How nice," she shook her head in disgust. "Now I suppose the taxpayers will be called upon to support a VD clinic as well as the pregnancy class so the pregnant girls can have their children in high school without missing a beat."
"You make it all sound so awful," Reggie said. "Somebody's got to father her child."
"What?" Lorna gasped, getting to her feet in a rage.
"I've taken it upon myself to do this noble thing," Reggie said.
"Why?" she demanded.
"Because I was one of the studs in the gang hang who balled her," he explained quietly.
"Nine guys and you've got to take the rap,"
Lorna said. "And I'm not old enough to be a grandmother anyway. You are not gonna father her child, and that's final."
"But I've already told her I would," Reggie said quickly.
"You get on the phone right now and call the little bitch up and tell her that it's all over. Tell her you've made a dreadful mistake and your mother's not old enough to play grams."
He shook his head.
"But I love her," he told his mother.
It was all Lorna could do to keep from crying. The thought of her young son being tied down to a child that probably wasn't his bothered her.
"Why did you have to go to that orgy?" she shrieked.
They were making so much noise that her husband was alerted. Coming to the living room he told them to quiet down.
"Do you know what your son has done?" she pointing at him.
"If you open your mouth," Reggie warned her, "I'm gonna spill the beans."
"What's going on here behind my back?" he demanded tightly.
"Nothing we can't handle, dear," she said, changing her attitude completely. "Just a little family argument. It's all over now. I'm sorry we awakened you. Go back to bed. You need your rest."
Shaking his head he nodded a moment later.
"I need a rest from both of you," he told her. "I'm going buggy around this place."
It was troublesome to Lorna to see him this upset. Nevertheless, she didn't know what she could do. For the amazing news of Reggie's decision to get involved with Gloria was about all she could stand.
When they were alone she whispered, "You're going to regret this for as long as you live. Mark my words. Call that girl and tell her it's off. Tell her anything. But tell her it's off."
Reggie wouldn't budge.
"You can't fight true love," he said.
"True love at a gang bang?" she snapped. 'That'll be the day."
Lorna had all she could take. She went to bed. However, in the middle of the night when she got to thinking of it, it bugged her so much she figured the only wise thing to do was to get up and go down and have a heart to heart with her son.
She did just that. Reggie was more than willing to talk to her.
"I figured you'd come up," he smiled as he patted the bed.
"I've come up to give you a piece of my mind," she told him flatly.
"I figured you might want to give me a piece of ass to make me forget Gloria," he smiled understandingly.
"Reggie," she told him, "this may come as a big jolt to you, but I think you are a naive nut by doing this."
'This may come a a big jolt to you, mom," he told Lorna, "but I think you're oversexed, bordering on nympho."
"What a dreadful thing to say," she said. "I've led a very conservative love life. Now, dear, please forget Gloria."
This time she let her nightie fall to the floor. For she felt that she had to pull her son with her body like a magnet away from the pregnant girl.
"Are you going to give up all of this for that ? " she asked, pretending she was pregnant and making a gesture with her arm.
"You sure have a bitchy body, mom," he told her.
"It's not bad, is it, baby?" she said, reaching down and throwing the bed covers back.
Grasping his cock, she pulled on it playfully.
"You've got a nice cock here," she told him. "How about letting your momma suck?"
"I don't think Gloria would appreciate that," he told her, shaking his head.
"You don't have to tell her," she replied coyly.
Never before was so much resting on a cock suck. Lorna figured that if she could bring him around that things could be different. Clasping his penis she bent over. She massaged his balls with her bosom in rapid swinging movements.
"Stick your wiener between momma's big breasts," she advised Reggie.
Reggie pushed forward.
"That feels so good," he told her. "I like that, mom."
"I thought you would, dear," she told him with a smile.
She clasped his buttocks and squeezed them now. Letting her lips slide to his penis shaft she began sucking.
"Suck me," he begged her, "suck me, mom. Ohhh, ahhh, yes, yes. That's what I want you to do. Suck my cock off."
The erotic excitement that he felt as she slowly sucked on his penis produced pleasure to the point where he trembled.
"Ram it in," he said as he jammed it down her throat.
She was enjoying getting deep throat fucked. Reggie pumped hard.
"Oh, wow," he panted, "does that ever feel good, mom!"
With rhythmic stabs he was going to town with his cock.
"Oh, baby," he told her, "now you're doing it. Suck. Oh, yes. Come on, sweetheart, that's the way to do it. Suck. Suck my cock. Suck it off, mom. Suck me all the way!"
The white cream splattered down her throat. Gulping greedily she enjoyed it.
"Ohhh," he groaned, "suck it out. Get the juice. Suck it all out."
She finished him off and then she slowly eased from his big shaft.
"You tasted so good to momma," she told him flatly.
"Glad you enjoyed it," he assured her.
The fantastic sensations that he enjoyed now brought her around. She was ready to have him eat her box.
"How about eating my pussy?" she suggested with a wink.
"Hop onboard my tongue," he told her, "and I'll lick real quick."
It wasn't going to take Reggie long. She straddled him and pressed her muff to his mouth. His hands gripped her ass cheeks. As his tongue plunged vigorously she began to tremble.