Chapter 1
Louise Mead dearly loved her son. But she couldn't help worry about him. Acid! Grass! Speed! All of these things troubled her no end. Yet, somehow, she managed to keep her feet on the ground.
She controlled herself when Brian was going out on a Friday night.
"Be a good boy, Brian," she said.
"Will you quit bugging me, Mom?" Brian demanded.
"Why what do you mean dear?" she asked softly.
"You know damned well what I mean," he told her. "Every time I go out on a date you're telling me to be good. Look, what's the sense of going out on a date if you've got to be good?"
"I don't like your attitude dear," she said, trying her best to control herself.
"Well just lay off me," he told her. "It's my life, let me live it."
She never said another word, as she watched her young handsome son stride out the living room, and out the door.
She was tortured and tormented by his insolence. She wanted the best possible for him, but it was very difficult the way that he was acting. Nevertheless she was determined that she was going to keep her cool and not get over anxious.
She went to bed that evening, and didn't sleep well. She watched a murder mystery show, about a rape victim. She was always waking up and imagining that there was a tall masked man standing over her bed.
When she finally did get to sleep,, she slept soundly until she heard loud sounds in another room. She tiptoed down the hall, and listened. She wondered if it had been a prowler, just like she had seen on the TV. However, that was not what she heard.
There was her son Brian, naked on the sofa, rutting into a young, cute looking girl.
"Fuck me," he told her. "Fuck, baby, fuck. Now you're doing it. That's what I want."
She was so shocked, startled and disgusted, that she couldn't respond.
"Oh baby," she gasped, "that's what I want. Give me your fuck."
The girl was bouncing her breasts about his chest, as her hands reached for Brian's firm ripe buttocks.
"Oh I like your hands on my ass," he told her crudely.
As she watched, she became more and more incensed at the sight she saw. Yet she was afraid of what he might do if she interrupted him.
She remembered his father all too well. If she ever countered anything he would be doing, he got uptight.
"Oh honey," Brian panted, "why don't you slip your finger up my asshole?"
Suddenly the young girl pumped her finger up his tight behind.
"Easy does it," he told her, "that's how I like it. Yes baby, now you're doing it."
Faster and faster the boy pumped his penis into her vagina. It was amazing to Louise Mead to see her son getting it like this. She imagined that he no doubt had some strong sexual urges, as her husband had. But she never dreamt that he would get turned on like this.
"Oh baby grab it with your pussy," he told her. "Grab it, honey. Now you're doing it."
She thought that he was a little bit drunk, from the way he slurred some of his words as he demanded the young girl to give him what his lusts craved. She wished she could go out and slap him across the buttocks with a belt. But she knew she dare not do this.
Standing there, she was livid with rage. Finally, she turned. As she did so, she heard him reach his climax.
"Oh baby," he grunted, "I'm cumming. Oh baby, twist your tail, that's the way to do it." Now you're doing it. Grind your hips honey."
The girl ground around and he loved the sensation.
"Oh fuck," he begged, "fuck baby, fuck."
She continued grinding her hips, and he was more and more stimulated.
"Now I'm shooting baby," he told her. "Grab my cock and twist it around in your pussy." She gripped his penis tightly in her vagina.
With all of the strength of her youth, she twisted the juice out of it.
"Oh wow!" Brian panted. "What a good fuck you are."
His mother Louise was in bed. She was terribly disturbed that her son would carry on like this. She knew that the liquor had dulled his senses and he wasn't aware of what he was doing.
She heard them leaving and she was gratified at the thought. But as she lay there, hot memories of her husband when he had made love to her kept zipping across her mind.
"Oh God," she exclaimed aloud, "how horrible that I should go through this again."
When her boy came home, she determined that painful as it was, she would go and speak to him.
Summoning all of the strength that she had in her body, she slipped out of the bed and went down the hall.
When she went near his bedroom, she could smell the liquor. She walked in and he was laying flat on his stomach, bare-ass naked.
"Brian," she said softly, as she sat on the edge of the bed, and massaged his back affectionately. "What did you do tonight?"
At first he was in such a deep sleep that he didn't respond.
"Quit bothering me," he snapped angrily.
"Brian baby," she insisted, "I'm not bothering you. I'm asking you what did you do?"
"I had myself a good fuck," he said. "What's it to you?"
She thought that the best way to deal with him was to be affectionate and not get outraged. She reasoned that if she had been more compassionate, more concerned, with her husband, maybe he wouldn't have been driven to drink.
As she rubbed on his back, she massaged his buttocks. She was doing it without a thought of sex. It was simply affection. As her hands groped his firm round behind, he became extremely excited. She parted his ass and she noticed it.
"You're getting me turned on, Mom," he complained.
Drowsily, he flipped over. When he did so, she caught sight of his mammoth male member.
"What do you want to do, have sex with me?" he said.
"How dare you talk to me like that, Brian," she gasped in anger.
"Well you got me hot, Mom," he said. "What are you, a cocktease?"
As she looked at his enormous penis, she realized he needed some gratification.
"Well you'll have to use your hand, honey," she told him.
"I don't want to use my hand," he said, "use yours, Mom."
Disgusting as the idea of doing this for him was, she felt compelled to grant him the relief he sought. After all, she reasoned, he was so stoned out of his gourd that he probably would not remember this at all.
Reaching over, she gripped his penis and slowly stroked it. It was as a nurse or something of that sort that she did it. It was purely to help him. Not to satisfy her own carnal lust, or so she thought.
As she pumped vigorously on his hot cock, he became hotter and hotter.
"Oh keep that up, Mom," he said. "You don't know how good that feels. Yes Mom, that's beautiful."
She pumped vigorously, and she became more and more stimulated herself.
"Oh wow!" he panted. "That's wild. Pump my penis, honey."
Her hand movements increased in pace now. Skillfully she did him. She remembered how her husband liked this.
"Why don't you lick the head of it?" Brian slurred, still loaded.
As if hypnotized by her son's words, she bent over. As her tongue lashed at the head of his cock, she became so excited she was trembling.
"Go ahead Mom," he demanded, "and do me."
Her mouth slipped over the head of his shaft, and she gave him a wild workout.
"Oh wow!" he panted. "That is beautiful. Keep it going, baby."
She worked vigorously now as her head bobbed up and down. Brian liked the whole idea. He reached out and gripped her head and held her in place.
"Oh, eat my cock," he told her. "Yeeh, Mom, that's what I like. Keep that action going."
As he pumped it to her, he slammed it farther down her throat.
"Oh wow!" he gasped excitedly, "Do I ever like that. Yes, that's how I like it."
The pleasure mounted every minute as he did his thing. She was so stimulated she felt her mound moistening.
"I'm going to give you a good load Mom," he said. "These balls are still loaded. I fucked Debbie, and I'm still hot."
She marveled at how much sexual passion her son could express. She had no idea that he was this excitable.
"Eat that cock," he said, "eat it, baby, that's what I want. Eat the cock."
Every moment she became more and more stimulated.
"Oh yes baby," he gasped eagerly. "That's how I like it. Now you're doing me. Keep it up honey."
She continued to give him what he wanted. She wasn't going to stop now for anything.
"Eat me," he demanded. "Eat me. That's the way to do it. Eat my cock."
Suddenly his penis erupted in her mouth. As the steady stream of white cum surged into her mouth, she gulped.
"Oh wow!" he gasped, just as he had when he climaxed with the girl a couple of hours earlier.
She felt like a young woman again now, as he gave of himself so freely. She realized she was doing the wrong thing. Somehow it didn't matter at this moment. The pleasure that she felt at this point eclipsed anything she had ever experienced before.
"Eat it," he demanded, "that's what I want you to do, Mom, eat it. Oh yes, eat that cock."
She gulped and he was happy.
"Yes baby," he told her, "that's the way I like it. Eat that penis."
The creamy white juice was like a delicious drink. She didn't stop for a moment, as she was enjoying it too much.
"Oh Mom," he said, "you wanted my ball juice. Come on, finish me."
She continued mouthing him until she had got him off. Then, she slid off smoothly.
He looked at her and smiled.
"That's a pretty good blow job," he said. "Did the old man teach you how to eat cock?"
Tears were in her eyes now as she realized what she had done.
"Forgive me, darling," she sighed. "I didn't mean to do it."
"What are you talking about?" he asked in disbelief. "You were so eager before, you could hardly stand it. You were getting me all excited licking my ass. You don't fool me none."
"I don't know how I ever did that," she insisted. "I didn't mean to."
"Aw, get off it," he said, "I don't believe that crap. You haven't had a good fucking in a long time. That's why you get so uptight when I have any fun. I hope I took care of you. Not every young guy takes care of his old lady."
Words like this coming from him bothered her. Yet she didn't know how to respond. What he was saying was tragically true and she knew it all too well. "I didn't mean any harm," she said.
"Of course not," he laughed, "you just wanted to eat me. Why do women dig eating cock?"
"Well I didn't mean to do this with my own son," she said. "I guess it doesn't matter if a person does things like this if it's in the right situation. But this was wrong, honey, wrong. And I know it."
There was nothing that could convince her that she had done the right thing. Her son felt sorry for her. He felt she was clinging to an old moral code, and he wished he could free her.
"Where do you get the idea that you did wrong, Mom?" he smiled as he sat up in bed.
"Why? I was brought up that way," she said. "I was brought up to know the difference between right and wrong."
"Now who told you this was wrong?" he asked eagerly.
"Well I heard it at Sunday School when I was a little girl," she insisted.
"Well what did they teach you in Sunday School?" he continued badgering her.
"We studied the Bible," she said, "and that was when we learned what sin was."
"Yeah," he laughed, "sin. You know in the Bible a specialty of the ancient people of God was killing all their enemies. Now, I ask you, is that moral or is it not? Do you think it hurts a person more to kill them or to fuck them?"
"Oh dear," she said, "You don't understand at all. Those people that God killed in Sodom and all those other evil places, had to be killed. They were evil, vicious people."
"Uh-huh," he laughed, "and you believe that scare crap?"
"Well of course I do," she said. "That's blasphemy dear, the way you're talking."
"Uh-huh," he laughed, "look, Mom, I'm not such a stupid idiot that I can't see through that crap. I think that a lot of it may have some truth. But there's a lot of bull tossed in with it too."
"I'm worried about you dear," she said nervously.
"Well I'm worried about you Mom," he said.
"You are speaking in a very insulting manner to your mother," she said in a quiet voice.
"Uh-huh," he laughed, "very insulting indeed. Look, Mom, I don't appreciate your attitude. You have the wrong idea. You think sex is a big sin. You think that killing isn't so bad. Well now that the have the atom bomb, Mom, our morals had better be a little higher than those in the Bible. For in the Bible everybody was killing everybody for one thing or another, and if we practice morals like that and start tossing atom bombs around you're going to find out what sin really is. Sin isn't fucking, sin is cheating. Sin is thinking you have the right to kill somebody because he disagrees with your viewpoint. So you see Mom, you haven't done anything that awful."
"Yes I have," she said. "I've sinned."
Brian was trying desperately to make his mother look at life with logic. But it was not easy, for long she had looked at life through religious tinted glasses. And seeing life this way she had the hodgepodge moral viewpoint.
"You're not trying to tell me we did something that was perfectly alright?" she asked him.
"Well," Brian hedged, "I wouldn't say that it was exactly right, but I might say it was human. You know everybody needs some sex and it isn't always the ideal way that a person can get it."
She looked at him and rubbed his forehead.
"Brian baby," she smiled, "You're eighteen. You're a man now."
He looked at his mother and she looked at him.
"I love you dear," she said softly.
"And I love you Mom," he said. "I really do."
All at once his. body was a-tingle again.
"We shouldn't have talked so much," he said. "You got me stimulated. I'd like to see you naked
Mom." "Oh I couldn't do that," she exclaimed. "I can't let you see my body."
Before she was finished with her sentence, he had ripped off her negligee.
"Brian," she complained, "you've torn my beautiful negligee."
"Well you wouldn't let me get a look at your body," he said. "I had to."
"Oh dear," she said nervously, "you should never do a thing like that."
"Don't worry about it," he said. "You've got plenty of nightgowns. But you need a man looking at you."
As her young handsome boy feasted his eyes on her bosoms she became excited. She remembered when he was a little boy and enjoyed licking at them. It didn't seem that all those years had passed.
"Oh honey," she said, "don't make me do anything with you."
Tears were in her eyes once more as her handsome young somewhat drunk son began licking her breasts.
"Oh that's wild," he told her, "simply wild."
He was enjoying this now immensely.
"Oh keep that up, baby," he told her, "that's beautiful. Massage my head while I lick your breasts."
He could hardly believe she had better formed bosoms than his girlfriend had. Yet he had to admit it. Debbie's breasts were miniature size compared to Mom's big ones.
"Don't bite me baby," she complained. "You're hurting me, Brian."
Brian paid no attention to what she was saying. His teeth nibbled as he bit down on her nipples.
"Oh honey," she said, "you're getting me excited. There's fire down below. Oh baby, my pussy is hot."
Strangely he was proud of himself. He reached down to feel of her through the filmy negligee. As he did so he felt his cock pop up harder.
"Oh sweetheart," he sighed, "have you ever got a gorgeous pussy."
Before she knew what was happening, he had torn off the remainder of her negligee.
"Get in the middle of the bed Mom," he said. "And throw your legs up in the air."
She knew she was doing the wrong thing, yet she wanted to do it.
She got into the middle of the bed and threw her legs in the air. Her son slipped the pillow under her asscheeks, and he examined her closely. Turning on the night stand lamp, he angled the shade so he could have a clear view of her.
"You're beautiful there," he said, "you really are. Pretty pink pussy. Shocking pink."
Brian let his tongue slip along her slit.
"Oh honey," she panted, "you're turning Mom on. You shouldn't do it. It's a wicked tongue."
"Do I have to tape your mouth shut?" he said. "I want to get me some pussy action and you're making such a big fuss you're making it impossible."
Now he was coming at her with fierce and savage thrusts.
"Oh wow!" he panted. "Beautiful. Yes, that's the way to do it. Come on, baby."
He pumped it to her and she loved it. The hot tongue lapped at her moist vagina walls. Then, he let it dart about her velvety mound.
"Oh, keep that up baby," she begged. "Yes honey, now you're doing it. That's what I like. Oh lover, do me!"
The pleasure that built in her body reached such a passionate pitch that she leaned forward and gripped his head. She began guiding him in his lovemaking.
Fear disappeared from her as pleasure replaced fear.
"Oh eat me," she cried eagerly, "eat my pussy, baby. That's how you do it. Eat my pussy."
Pumping his tongue in there, with vigorous movements he licked hotly.
"Keep it up lover," she begged him. "Oh you're going to get Mom there. Keep it going."
He continued with his tongue lashing action and she was becoming more and more excited.
"That's how I want it," he begged, "yes Mom, do me."
The sensations that surged through her body now were melting in climax. The hot white spray jshot. His mouth licked it. His lips were covered with her sticky love juice.
"Oh Mom," he groaned with delight as he finished eating her.
Now shame was gone. Happiness and joy were there.
"Oh Mom," he looked at her, "you were super. Dad was a fool to leave you. He couldn't find another woman to give him better action."
"That's what I used to tell him dear," she said. "I knew he had a good thing at home. Like I used to say when you have butter in the refrigerator why do you go out shopping for oleo- margerine?"
"A good camparison Mam," he laughed.
He slapped her ass as he wasn't afraid of her at all.
"See Mom, my cock is hard again. How would you like to feel this in your pussy?"
"Oh it would plug my pussy better than your tongue honey," she admitted.
"Alright," he smiled. "You're going to get it." He was eager for it now and so was she. He straddled her and as she got a load of his enormous penis she knew she had something wonderful in store for her.
"Come on, baby," he told her, "that's the way I like it. Come on, baby, do it."
She gripped his back and let her hands wander down to his buttocks as he stabbed in there. Her vagina muscles gripped it and it was like old times. Strangely, as he pumped it to her, he re-minded her completely of her husband.
"Give me a good fuck," he begged her. "That's the way I like it. Fuck it Mom, fuck it."
She pushed her pelvis forward, as his cock stabbed into her. The thrills were building.
"Oh wow!" he gasped excitedly. "That's fantastic. I'like it."
The thrills were greater now, and she was completely turned on.
"Fuck me," she begged. "Fuck. Fuck."
As he continued thrusting into her, he knew that it wasn't going to be much longer. He couldn't take much more of this, and she couldn't either.
"Oh I love this," he cried excitedly. "Yes, I love this."
The sensations were greater. Every moment he was drawing closer and closer to a scorching terrific climax. Her hands added to his pleasure. He loved the feel of her hands on his behind. And when she parted his asscheeks and slid a finger up his asshole, he wiggled all over the place.
"Oh fuck me," he begged her, "fuck me. Keep that going, that's the way I like it. Keep it going."
She kept it going alright as she wiggled all-over, the bed for him.
"Your ass is on fire, Mom," he panted as he rammed it to her.
Her heart pounded quickly as she looked up at him. His eyes excited her. They were flashing with sexual frenzy. His jaw hung slack and he was going to town.
"Fuck it," he told her, "Fuck baby, fuck it, fuck it."
The hot savage movements continued.
"Oh yes, baby, yes," he groaned. "That's beautiful. That's the way to do it honey, now you're fucking. Keep your tail twisting."
He gripped her bottom, just as she had gripped his. And as they began sweating, their bodies pushed together tighter.
"I can almost taste you," she said. "Oh baby, you'll never know how much I enjoyed eating your cock juice. It was fantastic."
"Glad you like it Mom," he smiled.
"I loved it, baby," she assured him.
He was ramming hard now and enjoying it immensely.
"Oh sweetheart," he smiled at her, "you sure know how to give me a good time. That's the way I like it. Keep it up honey, stab it in there."
Her hands were on his behind now. She was squeezing his asscheeks and kneading them.
"Oh you've got wonderful hands," he told her, "and you sure know how to use them. That little -Debbie that I fuck all the time never does anything. She lies there, like a dead fish. She could be eating a balogne sandwich, for all it means to her. I think she's a frigid little fucker."
"Why do you keep doing it to her?" Louise asked her son.
"Well I've got to get my rocks off some way," he told her, "and I guess that she's as good as any."
"Well that's not the right attitude at all, dear," she said. "You've got to look at it differently." "How can I?" he said disgustedly. "The chicks at school are all spoken for. Either they're pregnant, got VD or going steady. It isn't easy to find a good grind."
"You poor baby," she sighed, "it's so sad that you're having such difficulty finding what you need. I wish we lived in Nevada."
"Why do you wish that?" he asked.
"Because then baby," she said, "you could go to one of those little houses. They have girls there who do it and it's perfectly legal."
"I don't want to pay for pussy," he said, "I want to fuck it."
"Oh baby," she said. "You don't know how good it feels to have that great big throbbing cock of yours stabbing into me. Mom just loves it."
He pounded it into her faster now and his lips pressed on hers. She loved the fact that he combined action with passion.
"Oh honey," she panted, "what a good lover you are. I envy Debbie. Wasting it on a girl like that. Oh that's awful."
The more she talked, the more he realized she was taking him seriously. This flattered him but he couldn't think about it now. He was too eager to achieve his climax.
"Fuck," he said, "fuck baby. Now you're doing it. Fuck it, baby."
Suddenly his penis exploded. She gripped her vagina muscles tightly and squeezed hard.
"Oh you're milking it, Mom," he gasped excitedly, "that's beautiful. You sure know how to give me some good action."
She was proud and delighted that she could please her son so much.
"Oh baby," she told him, "this is fantastic."
It made her extremely happy that she could give him sex, wild sex, and sexy feeling.
As he pulled his penis out of her vagina, some of the juice dripped on her pubic hair.
"I'm sorry about that," he smiled.
"You don't have to be Brian," she said softly.
"Mom," he said, "I apologize."
"For what love?" she smiled.
"For fucking you," he said. "What did you think?"
"Well," she said, "I didn't know."
At this point he realized all too well what a problem he had.
"Now-if we could have this on a regular basis," she said, "maybe I wouldn't be so difficult. That's the reason I snap at you darling, isn't it, when I'm not sexually taken care of?"
"That could be true," he said.
"Most people do it about three times a week dear," she smiled at him.
"Do you expect me to fuck you three times a week?" he asked with a laugh.
"Well if you want to dear," she said, "it would be alright."
She realized once and for all her mistakes.
"Sweetheart," she smiled, "we should have been doing this a long time ago. I could have saved you from those bad girls."
As he looked at her he realized something was snapping in her mind. Before she couldn't say enough bad things about her sexual contact. The relationship was supposed to be evil, wrong and sinful. Suddenly it was beautiful.
"Do you feel alright Mom?" he asked curiously.
"Never felt better," she said. "I feel satisfied now."
"That's groovy," he told her.
There was something about his Mom that got him uptight. He was really disgusted now about her attitude.
"First you want to do it and then you don't," he complained.
"That's the way women are son," she smiled, "and you've got to get used to us. We represent half the population of this world or maybe a little more."
"You think I'll ever get used to the contradiction?" he asked.
"I think so honey," she assured him.
As he talked to her, he saw that she was relaxed. He had never seen her look so happy or radiant.
"You know you look beautiful Mom," he said.
"That's what fucking does for you dear," she said, "it gets rid of all those hang-ups, gets the blood running and makes everybody look gorgeous."
"Even Frankenstein?" he asked with a laugh.
"Well that was Frankenstein's problem," she laughed. "He didn't do enough fucking, so he was always on the prowl."
"Mom," he said, "you sure have a different way of looking at things, don't you?"
"You bet I do," she said.
He was learning more and more that his mother had a most unusual way of looking at things.
"Now who are you going to be going out with next Saturday night? I hope it isn't that Debbie girl," she said. "I know what you will be doing."
"I had planned to take her out and teach her how to give me blow jobs," he said, "I've stabbed it into her pussy and that was fun, but I still would like to make the little bitch go down on me."
"Oh horrors," she complained, "I think that is dreadful. You call her a little bitch, and you admit this. That you want her to go down on you. That sounded dreadful. How could you have any decency in a fuck like that?"
"Decency in fucking?" he smiled, "Was there supposed to be?"
"Of course honey," she said. "A fuck is when two beautiful souls meet in bed. Their sexual organs are mere instruments of the soul."
"Oh it's the first time I ever heard it put that way," he laughed.
"Now don't laugh at your dear old Mom," she said. "Remember Mom knows best about fucking and other things."
"You know," he chuckled, "I would get a big charge if you would put on a wig and false eyelashes and fuck one of my buddies. Wouldn't that be a riot?"
"You have a wraped sense of humor," she said grimly.
"Well I come by it naturally from you," he said. "I'm sure everybody in school would think it was hilarious that I'm balling my own Mom."
"Well don't run a survey to find out," she said seriously.
"Well I could do that, couldn't I?" he said. "I could put at the top of it 'Motherfuckers Incorporated is Running a Survey. We're trying to determine if you ever had the wish or the desire to screw your own Mom. If you did please check the box below.' Get that, box below?"
"I don't find your double entende humorous or funny at all," she said.
"Don't get uptight, Mom," he said. "This is not an old movie." "What do you mean?" she demanded. "Well those pictures they used to make back in the Dark Ages," he laughed, "were so sentimental. A lot of sick gooey slush. Everybody was riding off in the sunset to the perfect wedding. You know it doesn't happen that way."
"Well no dear," she said, "I never thought it did. But I like the illusion. And so do millions of other people."
"Well knock off the illusion," he told her, "life is a lot more than rainbows and lollipops. Frankly, life consists of a great big cock in a great big pussy. And as they pump together the world goes around," "You've forgotten something," she said. "What?" he asked.
"You forgot the nuts," she said. "It takes balls to do all that."
"Right on Mom," he chuckled, "you've got the right idea."
She looked at him and smiled. "I remember when you were a sweet little boy when I brought you from the hospital," she said. Then she looked at him rather strangely.
"What are you looking: at me like that for Mom?" Brian demanded.
"I was just thinking," she said, "do you think they could have mixed up the babies? If they did, then it wouldn't be wrong for me to love you."
"No such luck," he told her, "you know I look like Dad."
"Yes," she said, "that's true. But your father was such a philanderer, that maybe, you know what I mean."
"Isn't that stretching the possibilities?" he said with a laugh.