Chapter 2
It was a very difficult period for Louise Mead in her life. She had suddenly discovered things she never knew existed.
When her son Brian suggested that she try smoking grass at first she was alarmed.
"But you drink a lot Mom," he chuckled.
"Drinking is different dear," she insisted.
"No it isn't," he told her.
"I don't know what I'm going to do about you," she said.
"What do you mean?" he asked.
"Well," she explained, "if I started smoking pot, I would probably wind up as bad off as some of these hot heads are."
"Mom," he said, "if you would begin smoking pot, it would improve your poetry."
"I don't believe it," she said.
"There's a pot party on the other side of town I'd like to take you to," he told her.
"Oh I couldn't go," she said.
"Sure you could," he begged.
"People would recognize me," she said fearfully.
"No they wouldn't," he told her. "You don't know anybody over there. If you want to, wear a wig. Then they would never figure out who you are. After all, you are very young and you look great."
The whole idea seized her imagination. She figured it might be fun to find out what goes on on the other side. Therefore as her son continued talking, she was tempted to listen.
"It sounds perfectly crazy," she said with a laugh, "but I think I'll take you up on it."
"Good for you Mom," he said. "You will be surprised at the lot of fun you're going to have."
The idea intrigued her no end. The following weekend Louise Mead was ready to join her son Brian at a pot party.
She had purchased a wig and with false eye lashes and eyeshadow she looked half her age.
"You're a gorgeous chick," Brian smiled.
"What name are you going to give me?" she said. "I think I deserve another name." . "Well take your pick," he laughed.
"Well I have always thought the name Jan was attractive. Are you going to call me Jan?"
"O.K. Mom," he laughed. "I'll call you Jan at the party."
When she got to the party, she was surprised. It was held in a big barn.
"Why are they holding this party here?" she demande'd.
"Because it affords more privacy," he explained.
"They need this much privacy?" she demanded.
"Yes," he insisted, "they do. And anyway it helps in the energy crunch."
"What do you mean?" she asked.
"Well," he laughed, "we don't have to use a lot of electricity. We just have a few lamps."
"Well it might be dangerous," she said. "Hardly anybody will be able to see anything."
"That is the general idea," he said, "because this is a very unusual get-together."
As they got in there, the cigarettes were passed around.
"Is this the weed?" she asked her son.
"Yes, Jan," he smiled.
"Thank you, Brian," she said as he lit the weed for her.
"I love it here," she said. "I think we're going to have a good time tonight."
"I'll smoke to that," he smiled.
Before long he was amazed and so was she at what they saw. A handsome black man was walking into the place. Behind him was a spectacular blonde. The most unusual thing about them was the fact that they were totally nude.
"What is going on here?" she whispered.
"Well they have real unusual entertainment, at some of these pot parties," he conceded.
"I should say so," she said nervously. "What are they going to do?"
Just as she was saying that, the beautiful blonde girl was spreading her body on a bale of hay. She spread her legs and the black man got down there.
"This is awful," she said, "I just can't believe it."
The black man's tongue began lashing away at the girl's mound.
"Why that's awful," she said. "They shouldn't be doing things like this."
"Why not?" he chuckled.
"It's indecent," she said.
"Who says it's indecent?" he demanded.
"Oh son," she exclaimed, "I'll have to cover my eyes."
"No Mom," he said.
"Remember it's Jan," she said.
With all of their talking they were bothering a couple who were watching intently.
"Pipe down," one girl said.
Louise looked nervously about her. As she saw everyone looking intently at the couple going to town in a pussy eating performance, she had to ask her son one more thing.
Whispering to him, she said, "What's the object of this?"
"I can't talk anymore Jan," he said, "but they look upon sex as art. And what this couple is doing is beautiful. It's like statues in action. The human body is what they copy the statues from and the sexual act is considered by these kids the most beautiful thing in the world. So watching this guy slip his tongue in her gorgeous box is considered gorgeous."
"Oh," she sighed, "I see it at last."
As everyone in the place feasted their eyes on the couple who were going into the sexual performance, it was obvious to her that looked at in this light it was indeed beautiful.
The black man was grasping her blonde buttocks. His black hands on her white asscheeks was an interesting contrast. And when his pink tongue licked her quivering pink pussy, the audience was turned on, and high even without the pot smoking.
"Look at that tiger go," a boy exclaimed.
Immediately Louise wished she could see closer. As she watched the girl's body arch to his angle, she realized that might indeed be a very good position for them to get in some time.
"Oh wow!" he panted. "This is beautiful."
Louise was amazed at the power of his jabbing tongue. He thrust in quick stabbing movements and it was puzzling to her how the blonde girl could stand all of this action without juicing.
The blonde girl reached down and gripped the black man's head. She held him in place as she suddenly splashed.
"Eat me," the girl begged, "Eat my beautiful pussy. Yes honey, eat me. Oh, ah, yes baby, that's beautiful, baby."
When he had finished eating her mound, he withdrew his tongue. Then he got to his feet and the audience applauded for they could see his enormous penis. It looked to Louise as if it measured ten inches. It wasn't just the length that shocked her. It was how big it was.
"Wow!" she sighed as she looked at it.
Then she saw the enormous balls which were swinging. The audience was applauding him as now it was his turn to rut into her. She didn't change her position. She was still lying there, her legs spread on the bale of hay.
The black man bent over now and suddenly stabbed his enormous bulky penis into the blonde girl. It was a symphony of sex, as he stabbed his throbbing male member into her at a tremendous pace.
Her hands roamed up and down his rutting back. She gripped his firm round buttocks. And as he pumped it to her, she slowly eased her finger up his tight asshole.
"Fuck me" the girl begged, "fuck me."
She was turning this way and that on the bale of hay. Her great breasts attracted him. He started gripping them while he continued rutting into her.
"Fuck it," he urged her, "fuck baby, fuck."
His hands went down to grab her asscheeks while she continued clinging to his back buttocks.
The sensations that surged through the people watching made it all the more exciting.
"Fuck," he begged, "fuck baby, fuck. That's what I want. Twist your ass."
It was obvious to Louise how good his performance was. He was such a handsome black stud that pumping his huge male member into the blonde beauty was triggering excitement in all of them.
She felt the sudden surge of sexual excitement in her own body.
"Oh wow!" she gasped excitedly. "What a fucker."
The pleasure was building now to such a pas-sonate pitch she could hardly stand it.
"Oh, ah, yes baby, yes, that's what I like. Oh baby, fuck!"
The tremendous pleasure that they were deriving now was almost more than she could stand.
"Oh, ah, yes, yes!" he gasped as he gasped as he rutted into her with fierce force.
The tremendous pumping penis was a sight to behold.
"Ah, oh, yes baby, yes baby, that's the way I like it. Fuck, fuck baby, fuck."
Moment to moment he was becoming more stimulated.
"Oh I like it," she said. "Yes baby, that's what Hike. Fuck."
Every moment that he pumped his penis into her was a pleasurable one. And then when his pumping became faster and his body began sweating they all knew it wasn't going to be much longer until his penis exploded within her.
"I'm almost there, baby," he panted as he went on stabbing.
Suddenly the rock hard cock exploded within her. She twisted her hips around, and she was so excited she couldn't stand it.
"Oh, ah, yes baby, yes baby, I'm juicing."
His hot creamy white cum spurted into her. She twisted her hips around milking some more.
The pleasure that he was deriving now was fantastic.
"Oh baby," he told her, "you're a good fuck."
He withdrew his huge black penis and some of his "white sperm dropped on her pubic hair. At this point Louise turned to her son.
"Oh"honey," she said, "get me out of here. I want you to fuck me baby. Anywhere. Let's do it in the back seat of the car."
"Sure," he smiled as he got to his feet.
Together they walked out of the barn. He got into the car and drove. He was holding hands with her now and she felt terribly close to him.
"Oh honey," she said, "I know why they did that tonight. The idea is to get you so excited that you can't stand it. I understand perfectly."
He held her and looked at her lovingly.
"I'm going to show you exactly what I do with girls that I fuck," he said.
"Oh baby," she said, "you don't know how you excite me."
Reaching over he unzipped his fly. He reached, in and took out his giant sized cock.
"How about going down on me while I'm driving?" he suggested.
"Well can you keep your mind on your driving?" she asked him.
"Sure I can," he said. "Get down there between my legs."
She got down there between his legs, and pulled his huge shaft to her lips. She licked the head of the cock and then slid her mouth over it.
"Oh honey," she gasped excitedly, "this is so beautiful."
He pumped it to her and she became more and more excited every second.
"Oh wow!" he panted. "That's fantastic. Keep it up."
The pleasure was building now as they continued this action.
"Suck it," he told her. "Oh Mom, give my balls a workout too."
She reached inside of his pants and pulled out his balls. As her fingertips clutched his balls her mouth moved up and down his cockshaft.
"Slow down honey," he told her, "I'll shoot in a minute. I want to enjoy myself."
They were enjoying each other immensely now as the action continued.
"Baby," he gasped excitedly, "this is fantastic. Oh yes, let's enjoy it."
She kept her mouth on him and he was enjoying it more and more.
"Eat it," he told her, "eat me. Eat my cock. That's what I want. Eat the cock."
The pleasure was building every moment now and he knew it wouldn't be much longer.
"Oh yes," he panted. ".Get the cock."
He was shoving it now so the head of it touched the back of her throat. She loved it when her mouth was engulfed with his large sized penis. She could hardly wait for his juice to explode in her mouth. She loved the taste of it and was eager to swallow it.
"Oh keep playing with those balls," he enthusiastically told her. "You don't know how good that feels when you do that. Ah, oh, yes Mom, feel of them, feel of them. Oh, oh."
She was amazed how much pressure he could take. She tugged at his testicles and she could feel his penis growing larger.
"Oh eat me," he cried excitedly, "eat my cock. Yes Mom, eat my cock."
Suddenly his cock exploded in her mouth. Her lips closed on it tightly and she didn't want to lose any of his precious seed.
"Oh eat it," he gasped excitedly, "eat it Mom. Oh yes!"
She swallowed it and then came up for air. As she sat beside him he told her, "Move over Mom."
She moved over and his arm went around her.
As she rested her head on his shoulder, she quietly talked to him.
"What are we going to do about us?" she asked. .
"It's beautiful," he told her. "Don't feel bad. You know Mom we dig each other. That's all we need to know, baby."
"Yes," he told her, "you know very well, that we can't go on like this."
"I know it," she said sadly.
"But we do dig each other, don't we?" he told her.
"The most," she admitted. "I have never loved sex with anyone half as much as I have with you, son."
The pleasure that they had experienced built to new pitches, as he turned into a drivein.
"Where are we now?" she asked.
"We're going in here to see the show," he told her.
"But I don't know whether I want to see the picture they're playing."
"You're not going to be bothered by the movie," he assured her.
"I'm not?" she asked.
"No," he told her. "We are going in here for another purpose. We are going in here, because I am going to eat your pussy in the back seat."
"Oh that should be nice," she said. "I've never had anybody eat my pussy in the back seat."
"So that's why we're going in here," he said as he handed the money to the girl at the counter.
Once they were in the theater, neither of them paid any attention to the movie. Instead, they got in the back seat.
"Oh sweetheart," she smiled as she saw him pulling her panties down. "You're such a lover boy."
With the very dim light allowed by the drive-in theater, he looked at his mother's mound.
"I'd like to shave your box some time," he told her.
"Why baby," she said, "you can't make Mom over completely. It's only been a week and you've given me another name. This is just too much."
"O.K. honey," he said, "you're going to get your pussy eaten out."
He began licking up and down the length of her mound. As he did so, he gripped her buttocks. Pressing his face tighter to her vagina, he soon created a suction cup.
"Oh," she groaned in delight, "that's fantastic. Yes, baby. That's what I like. Keep that going."
The pleasure that he was experiencing now was remarkable.
"Oh wow!" he told her. "That's beautiful. Yes baby, that's wild."
She loved the feeling of his tongue inside of her. And he enjoyed licking her velvety vagina walls just as much as she enjoyed getting it.
"Oh," he gasped, "this is beautiful."
"Quit talking," she complained, "and keep your tongue sliding in my pussy."
He smiled as he reached up to grip her breasts and went on licking.
"Go, go, go," she gasped. "Oh yes. That's what I like. Now you're really mouthing me. Oh honey, I've found such pleasure since we are doing this together."
As he continued eating her there, she became more and more stimulated. The passionate pitch that his tongue was creating wouldn't last much longer, and she knew it.
She reached down to fondly grip her son's head.
"Ah," she groaned in delight, "eat the pussy. Eat that pussy."
Suddenly the juice splattered. Quickly he licked it. When he had licked it clean, he returned his tongue. But by this time she was so eager for action, she wanted more.
"Oh son," she exclaimed, "unzip your fly and pull out your cock again. I want you to stab it into me."
"I'll pull down my pants," he said. "I want to have your finger up my ass while we're fucking."
He unfastened his belt and pulled down his pants. Then he pulled down his shorts. Now he aimed his penis for his mother's mound. He stabbed it in there in a hard driving forceful thrust.
Instantly her vagina muscles gripped his thrusting penis.
"Come on and fuck me," she said. "That's it. Show your Mamma where it's at."
"I've got good balls, Mom," he smiled, as he pumped his penis into her, and she found his sweaty balls bouncing on her.
"You sure have honey," she said. "And you've got a nice ass too."
Her hands were on his smooth behind now, as he flexed his muscles to fuck her hard.
"Oh give it to me, honey," he told her, "give it to me."
It wasn't going to take much longer now of this action. Together they were achieving a fantastic moment of pleasure.
"Oh that's what I like," he said. "Massage my prostate down there. Yes."
"How do you know so much about the prostate gland?" she smiled at him.
"Oh I had a girl who used to massage my ass a lot," he told her. "She'd get me all worked up."
"Did she ever slide a finger up there?" his mother smiled as she slid her own finger up her son's ass.
"No," he said, "she never did. You're better than she was."
As he felt her finger sliding in there, his anus muscles gripped her finger.
"Twist your ass," she told him. "That's it. Oh yesv I like that when you fuck me like that."
He stabbed into her and she went on pumping her finger into his behind. They were moving closer arid closer to climax now.
"Oh yes," he told her, "that's beautiful. That's what I like. Oh baby, that's the way to fuck." Pulling her finger out of his asshole, she gripped those asscheeks and held on. Now he was rutting into her at a fierce pitch.
"Give it to me," she panted. "Give it to me.
Give me that cock. Oh yes baby, I want to feel that stuff shooting in me. Oh, come on and give me the cream."
As he bounded into her with rapid fire thrusts he knew he couldn't last much longer. He loved the enthusiasm that his Mom displayed. He couldn't remember one girl he had ever fucked who put as much fire into her pussy as his mother did.
"You're a tremendous fucker," he told her.
"It's a compliment son," she smiled.
"You bet it is," he told her.
She was becoming more and more excited every minute and she knew it wasn't going to be much longer.
"Oh yes," he gasped. "Come on baby."
Faster and faster he pumped his penis into her mound. She gripped it tightly and twisted her tail around.
"Hang in there," he told her, "it won't be much longer now."
She was massaging his warm rdund behind, and as her hands gripped his asscheeks, he became more and more stimulated.
"Oh I like it when you grab me," he told her. "Keep that up."
She continued giving his ass a workout and he drove quicker.
Now the penis was exploding within her. She clutched his ass tighter, squeezing the cheeks. "Oh fuck me," she cried passionately, "fuck me, baby. Fuck me!"
The juice flooded her pussy. She loved the feeling of it and then she came too.
"Oh son," she gasped excitedly, "I'm cuming. We both made it, right on target."
As the pussy juices dripped from her vagina, her young son continued pumping. He loved the fact that her mound was well lubricated now.
"Oh Mom," he gasped excitedly, "what a fuck!"
There was no doubt whatsoever that she had been given a tremendous screwing.
He pulled his penis out of her, some of the juice dripping on her body.
"I'm sorry Mom," he told her. "I am dripping."
"Don't apologize," she said. "I'm lucky to get a good juicy cock in me."
"You're beautiful Mom," he smiled, as he put his cock back in his shorts.
He pulled up his pants, zipped up and fastened his belt.
"You?re beautiful baby," she smiled. "I'm so glad that you're mine."
As she glanced up at the film, she shrieked.
"Oh my God, what are they doing!" she gasped.
"That's one of those horror movies," he told her. "They're having a multiple hanging."
"A multiple hanging?" she gasped. "How horrible to show that to young people."
"Well just wait till you see the rest of it," he laughed. "I've seen this movie once before. It's a fantastic film Mom, it's on a rerun."
"Oh horrors," she gasped.
"Yeah," he said, "isn't it a riot. They won't wait for them to die by hanging, they're going to blow their brains out too."
"Oh no, look at them shooting them," she said.
"Don't" worry about it Mom," he said. "They aren't really shooting them you know. That's just sound effects."
"To think of all that catsup," she said. "What with the food crisis and everything, it's a shame to see all that catsup go to waste."
"You were always thrifty minded, weren't you Mom?" he chuckled.
As she went on looking at the film, she couldn't help complaining.
"Now they're going into the Follies Girls," she said, "and those girls are naked."
"Yes Mom," he laughed. "And they're going to be fucking."
"This is digusting," she exclaimed. "I've never seen anything like this."
Before her eyes she was witnessing something the likes of which she had never seen before. Suddenly, the Follies beauties were all being attacked by the cowboys. Only the cowboys were not using their guns. Instead, they were using some other equipment, their own body, that was also loaded.
"Look at those tigers go," he said as he watched the men thrusting their penises into the women.
"This is certainly an adult film," she said.
As they looked at this they marveled at the action. It was an incredible performance.
"Fuck," he said, "fuck them gals."
She insisted that they leave immediately.
"I've had all this I can take," she said disgustedly.
Finally, they left. When she got home she warned him, "I think it is terrible, dear, that you would ever take me to such a movie."
"You have a lot of morals, don't you Mom ?" he chuckled.
"Well I certainly have," she said. "And what
I saw today was about the most disgusting spectacle I've ever seen in my life."
There was no doubt about it, she had been jarred by what she had seen.
"Now Mom," he smiled, "I'm going to ask you something. Do you think for one minute that what you are doing with me would be considered right?"
"That has nothing to do with it," she insisted.
"That has a lot to do with it," he said.
"Sweetheart," she smiled at him, "you have so many strange ideas, and I wonder where you get them. It isn't right when we go to movies like that."
"Well a lot of people would say that it isn't right for a mother to have sex with her son."
"There are a lot of narrow minded people," she countered quickly.
Brian looked at his mother in amazement. He could hardly grasp the idea that she could be so narrow minded. When she had a viewpoint about her own activities, her mind could be broad. However, it narrowed when it came to what others were doing.
"Come on," he laughed, "let me tell you something. You are considered rotten, evil and sickening by a lot of people. And you are judging someone else."
"You are not showing me any respect," she complained.
"What do you mean?" he demanded.
"Well I'm your senior dear," she smiled, "therefore I should know a little more about right and wrong than you do."
"Yes you should," he smiled.
"Now dear," she said, "do you object to us having sex?"
"Of course not," he assured her. "What I object to is you judging others so harshly."
"Love makes all the difference in the world," she said. "Do you think, for example, that those cowboys on the screen love those girls that they were having sex with? Of course not. It was sex pure and simple. They paid them and they went into the act. They were earning their living. That I considered wrong."
"I see," he told her. "Then you figure that love makes the difference."
"All the difference in the world dear," she told him.
"Well," he laughed, "as long as it makes you happy."
"I'm sublimely happy," she said. "As long as I have you, darling."
"But you can't have me always," he said. "You know that, don't you?"
"Of course I do," she told him. "But let's not worry about it now."
"Maybe we should," he said.
"No darling," she said. "I don't think we should worry ever. We should think of one thing. How you feel, and how I feel."
"That's very narrow," he told her, "and you can't look at it like that."
Now she was undressing and going to bed.
"I'm tired honey," she said. "I don't know about you baby, but I've had quite a day of it."
"Yes we have," he agreed. "And a lot of fun."
"A lot of fun," she laughed.
As she went to bed, she was troubled. More troubled than she would let on to her son. The thing that bothered her was that she had developed such a crush over him she couldn't imagine how she could ever live without him.
This was what tortured her. She knew that she didn't dare think about it, or she would get more and more nervous. Nevertheless the truth was she had a tremendous crush on her son, and she wanted him hers all alone.
This was the unforgivable sin and she knew it. It was bad enough that she would have any involvement at all. However, the fact that she wanted him forever was the thing that distressed her.
Over and over in her mind she rolled these facts around. There was nothing she could do to relax. She sighed heavily as she thought of her boy. She adored him in every way. Every part of his body was beautiful to her.
To love him could never be evil or dirty or even sinful. She loved the thought of licking his cock-shaft. She thrilled to the idea of devouring his sperm. And the more she thought about it, the more she craved his body.
Suddenly an overpowering passion went through her and she knew she had to look at him again. She got out of bed and tiptoed down the hall to his room.
He lay there with one leg struck out of the side of the blankets. He was naked she knew, and under that blanket held the excitement, the pleasure, with which she knew she would destroy herself if she continued her course of action.
Yet there seemed to be nothing she could do to stop propelling herself in the direction she was going, for passion was leading her in a wild way, and there was nothing she could do not to stop it. She turned and left him alone. Tears were streaking down her face as she went back to her bedroom. She was trying desperately to think out of some-way out of her dilemma. But there wasn't any way, and she knew it. She knew it very well, and that was what crushed her.
Sleep would not come to her. She continued tossing and turning and nightmares tormented her. It seemed as if the pain and torture would never end.
She did everything in her power to relax, but relaxation would not come. Finally, when it was dawn, she got up and fixed herself some coffee. She stumbled about the kitchen and felt more confused than ever.
He was still sleeping and she knew she couldn't bother him. It was so early that she decided she would go back to bed and get some more rest.
Finally, just as the dawn streaked the horizon, she fell into a dull aching sleep. But sleep never brought her release, for her mind was still working, for troubled painful memories of parting with her. son were torturing her now.
Her. body moved in her sleep as she was distressed and nervous. The happiness that she had thought sex with her son would bring, had ended in a nightmare.