Chapter 8
It was the following afternoon, and Melinda couldn't help feeling a little bit blue as a result of the unsatisfying sex interlude with her husband Dave the day before.
She waited for her son to return home from school, and she first began pacing the floor, then attempted to sooth her nerves by drinking.
She couldn't help but observe how much more heavily she was drawn toward alcohol which she touched only normally on rare occasions.
She had finished her third shot of scotch when, at a few minutes past three, her son came striding proudly into the house.
"Hi, Mom," he waved, grinning.
"Hello, dear. How are you?"
"I'm feeling real groovy and I'd like to turn you on."
"You're coming on awfully fast"
"Why the hell shouldn't I? After all, life is short."
"You're quite an incredible guy," Melinda laughed.
"Let's go into your bedroom and strip. I've got a surprise for you."
"Would you like to join me for a drink?"
"No, I've got something else in mind. Something that is really going to shake you up."
"I wonder what that would be," Melinda smiled. "So my son has become a man of mystery."
"A mystery that will not last for very long."
They walked into the bedroom and quickly stripped.
As Melinda removed her bra, Jerry looked over at her and smiled. Then, as she took off her panties, he couldn't help but squirm as his cock hardened and he got another look at her naked, rust-colored pubic mound.
After she stripped, and after Jerry had pumped up and down on his cock several times, he opened up a paper bag removing some cigarettes.
"Let's really turn on," he said. "Are you crazy? I never smoke."
"These aren't ordinary cigarettes," Jerry laughed.
"I don't even smoke ordinary ones! My God, don't tell me that you've got something else!" she looked at him with mounting surprise.
"Of course. I've got me some grass," Jerry slapped his bare knee and burst into laughter.
"Don't, son. That's bad for you."
"Don't give me any of those little-old-ladies-in-tennis-shoes arguments," Jerry laughed. "I know what's good for me and what isn't. I was at a party last night and we smoked grass, then fucked."
"That's a great thing for me to hear," she shook her head in disgust. "While you were gone and having a great time, I was forced into having some dull sex with your father."
"I'm awfully sorry about that. I didn't think you'd go to the party with me."
"I could hardly afford to," Melinda said.
"That's what I mean. Otherwise I would have asked you. I hope you're not teed off at me."
"I'm burned up at you for suggesting that I join you in smoking grass."
"If you give it a chance, Mom, you can't help but like it."
"I'm really not all that eager to give it a chance."
"Come on and just try it once. Hell, you're not all that scared."
She stood firm, pouting as she turned her head away from Jerry.
Jerry was every bit as determined, however, to see to it that she joined him in smoking some grass.
He walked over toward the bed, sitting down on it next to her, then plunging his lips against hers.
He let his lips remain locked against hers for quite some time. As their lips continued to devastatingly collide, he reached out with both hands and ran his fingers firmly against her nipples.
The longer that his fingers collided with her nipples, the quicker that the resistance left Melinda.
It was Jerry who released his lips from Melinda's, and as he did so he jumped up and picked up a cigarette.
Melinda watched as Jerry lit the joint, then took a long puff from it.
"This is great," he said after inhaling. "You know what's really wonderful about it?"
"What?" she looked at him curiously.
"It makes you sexy, damned sexy."
"Don't hand me that," she shook her head.
"If you don't believe it, just try it. You mean to say, you're actually afraid of taking just one puff? Come on, baby, and join me just for one puff. I'll guarantee you that if you do that, you're going to go all the way and keep on smoking it"
"I don't know. I kind of think it would be bad for me to encourage you."
"You're not encouraging me. I'm encouraging you. I'm already sold on the stuff. I'll take it any time I feel like it."
She watched him continue to smoke the cigarette, and the longer the period of time that passed, the more curious she became.
Finally she succumbed, taking the joint from Jerry and puffing on it.
"You see what I mean?" Jerry burst into laughter.
Melinda enjoyed the marijuana, even though she felt terribly funny about smoking it.
A few puffs later, her fears left her entirely. She found herself enjoying every puff as she kept on smoking.
By the time that they finished their cigarettes, Melinda was panting more hungrily than ever for sex. She had to admit that in her own personal case, she did feel sexier after having the grass.
They let their lips lock for some time, and as they did, Jerry moved his fingers around her buttocks. He toyed with her ass-cheeks, then moved his fingers down toward her thighs, repeating the same spirited process.
He enjoyed what he was doing and felt compelled to provide his mother with some brisk stimulation.
"I think I'll eat you," he announced.
"That would be a good start, my dear. It certainly would."
She watched with great admiration, spreading her legs with interest as Jerry lowered his head and let his tongue collide with her mound.
His tongue worked softly and worked its way around every crevice of her hot pussy. Jerry felt that it was imperative for him to experience an orgasm from his mother. That would get him off on the right track, propelling him to greater heights later on.
As his tongue continued to wind its way around his mother's mound, Jerry let his fingers roam over her entire body.
At first he ran the fingers of both hands through her hair, then allowed his fingers to slide down her back.
Jerry worked his fingers eventually over her ass-cheeks, letting the fingers squeeze her cheeks with great dexterity.
Jerry was impressed over the way that his mother's body was beginning to shake from the diligent tongue efforts he was employing. He knew just how to get her hot, and now it was just a question of how long it would take before she exploded her juices into his mouth.
After he worked his fingers around her ass-cheeks for a while, he moved his nervous fingers hack up toward her breasts. He toyed with her breasts, sucking her mound more quickly than ever.
The faster that his tongue spiritedly darted around Melinda's pussy, the better that he felt about the entire sex act.
He kept on flipping his hot tongue around her snatch, letting his fingers work their way down toward her thighs.
He followed her thighs with authoritative grace as his tongue moved into the final stages of the act. He could tell by the way she was reacting it wouldn't be long before he would be receiving the load of juice he was anticipating.
The burning tongue kept on finding its mark, driving with convincing grace over her hot pussy. Her loins were heating up with passionate exhilaration as his twisting tongue maneuvered her ever closer to a brisk climax.
His fingers continued to wind their way around her buttocks, then brought themselves to bear on her thighs. He moved his fingers down toward her ankles, then back up toward her thighs.
Jerry's tongue moved at a commanding level, taking charge of the entire activity as he moved it up and down her hot pussy.
"Keep sucking, honey, and you'll get your wish," Melinda exclaimed. "I'll shoot my juices into your mouth, oh, honey, how I want to fuck your mouth. How I want to explode my juices inside you. It's so wonderful, baby, the way you're turning your tongue loose. Keep on driving your tongue! I want it! Oh, how I ever want it!"
As he moved her ever closer to climax, he fingered her buttocks affectionately.
Melinda's body quivered several times, at which point the juices began to spurt out of her pussy.
"Get it, honey, get it all," she gasped. "I love it, darling, oh, I love all of it. I like the way you put your tongue to work."
He swallowed her juices, then he released his tongue from her vagina.
"I wish you'd suck my ass," she exclaimed. "You did such a good job the first time, I wish you'd go back and suck my ass, then suck my cunt. If you do, baby, I'll let you give me the best fuck you've ever given anyone."
"It excites me so much to hear you talk that way," Jerry said in a low tone.
"Get busy, baby, I want you to work your tongue around my ass-hole. I'll just love that."
"I guess you deserve a good rim job."
"Of course, honey, let's do it."
"Get set, honey, because I'm going to propel you to the moon with my tongue."
"You already have, honey, and I want you to do it again."
"I will."
He slipped his tongue forward, permitting it to slide inside his mother's hot anus.
Melinda's entire body began to vibrate immediately from the spirited tongue movements that he generated.
With precision skill, Jerry worked his tongue inside her ass-hole with everything he could muster in the way of enthusiasm.
The more spiritedly he moved his tongue, the faster that the pace became and the more aroused Melinda became.
It impressed Jerry to hear the sounds of the bed springs jangling as his mother's beautiful ass-cheeks bounced up and down from the spirited tempo that Jerry was generating with his fervent tongue.
He kept on with his blistering pace, moving his tongue spiritedly as Melinda decided that she in turn would provide him with a surprise, something to give him even more incentive.
While the hot ass-licking continued, Melinda reached out with her right hand and began to pump up and down on her son's spirited dick.
"I know what will make you hot," Melinda sighed. "If I'd just play with your prick, that will do it. I'll keep up this finger movement, baby, I really will."
Melinda immediately recognized how the pace quickened with respect to the ass-licking as Jerry worked his tongue with everything he had inside her hot ass-hole.
Her body kept on rotating back and forth and the sounds of the bedsprings jangling became more evident than ever from the tremendous impact that he was putting forth.
"Go to my cunt," she finally asserted. "I need you to suck my snatch, darling. I need that kind of action right now."
Jerry put his tongue to work on his mother's moist mound for a second time.
Melinda was only too happy to receive some brisk tongue stabs from Jerry, and the longer that he put his tongue to work, the more aroused she became.
"Finger my ass," she asserted. "Plunge your finger up my ass-hole, baby. I like to have my ass fingered." .
It made Melinda feel good to know that she did have somebody who was willing to extend himself a little bit further. It served as a welcome contrast to Dave's concept of selfish sex, in which he was only concerned with getting his own rocks off.