Chapter 3
When she woke up later that morning she made up her mind that she would have to do some-thing about her problem.
She couldn't go on like this, as she was becoming more and more confused. Finally, she decided that the only sensible to do was to face her problem squarely. Therefore she made her decision.
When she fixed breakfast for her son she told him frankly, "Dear we've got to quit going on like this. I can't stand it and you can't stand it either."
"That's the truth," he said.
"Mom," he told her, "let me tell you something. You mean an awful lot to me and if you want to go on having fun with me, it's alright."
"It isn't alright," she insisted. "I demand that you quit this. It is too terrible and too sick for us to continue. You love me now son, but some day you will hate me."
"What do you mean ?" he demanded.
"Well you will," she said. "Right now you say that you won't but I swear in time you'll come to despise me. You will say I didn't care about you. You will say I was more concerned about my own lust. And then I will hate myself for I will know that I have in fact betrayed you."
"Sweetheart," she smiled, "you are precious to me. I will never want to hurt you."
He nodded and understood.
"Well it's hard Mom," he said, "after getting adjusted to screwing you to go out and find me another girl. You don't know how difficult it is to find a girl who isn't sick or has some disease or something worse."
"I know it isn't easy," she said.
"It isn't easy at all," he assured her.
It was difficult now for them to make any decision. Yet she knew that in time they both would be happy that they had done what they had done.
"Maybe we should go out to dinner tonight," she said, "and talk this over. You'll feel better. It'll be my treat dear."
"Great," he said. "That sounds like a lot of fun."
All during the day she was making her vows that she would not continue the life that she was leading. She had decided that she must be evil and wrong in doing what she had done.
When evening came, she and her son went to a fine restaurant. As they stayed late at the restaurant, they got to talking.
"What will you do for a boyfriend?" he asked her.
"Nothing," she said.
"But you need someone," he told her.
"No, I don't need anybody," she said.
That night when they got home, she went to bed. She was determined that she would stay in her own room. Yet, as she lay there in her flimsy negligee, she was thinking. She was thinking about him, and wishing. Wishing that they could be together.
Finally, the temptation became overpowering. She got out of her bed, and walked down the hall. When she came to his room, she heard sounds. She was bothered. As she glanced in the room, she saw him lying there with his penis in his hand. He was pumping it vigorously.
"What the hell are you doing?" she demanded.
"I'm pumping my cock," he said. "Got to get my rocks off some way. You won't help me, so I'll do it my own way."
She was so startled, she hurried over to the bed and seized his penis in her hand.
"I'll do that for you," she said. "This is wrong. This is masturbation."
"Look Mom," he said, "when that big cock of mine gets hard it doesn't ask what it is, it just wants to get off. Now quit bugging me."
She was pumping methodically now as she increased her pace and marveled at her own skill at doing this.
"It's getting harder and harder honey," she observed.
"Yet it is Mom," he told her. "If you don't get on it with your hot mouth I'll shoot."
She was not going to wait any longer. She bent over and began licking. As she licked the head of his cock he became more and more excited.
"Oh keep that up," he begged her. "Yes. Oh Mom, put your mouth all the way over it. Slip it over it."
As she slid down he began massaging his balls. She was more and more excited every second.
"Oh wow!" he panted. "That's fantastic. Keep it up."
The pleasure was building every moment now. "Oh, ah, yes, yes. That's the way to do it. Keep it up."
It was tremendous pleasure for them both and they were enjoying themselves now.
"Eat it," he begged. "Eat the cock. Yes, that's what I want you to do. Eat my cock!"
Reaching down he guided her head over him. As she moved up and down his saliva slickened penis, she loved the view. She enjoyed the sight of his big balls. More than that, she loved the aroma of it.
"Come on Mom," he said, "that's beautiful. Keep going. Oh yes, that's the way to do it. Oh, come on, baby, do it."
The pleasure was building every moment.
"Oh, ah, yes, yes. That's beautiful. Oh, keep it up."
Faster and faster the rock hard cock stabbed in there.
"Oh, ah, yes, yes. That's beautiful."
It was almost more than he could stand now. He locked his legs around her, as she continued going down on him.
"Keep it up," he said. "Yes. That's how to do it. Keep it going."
The sensations that surged through him at this point had him trembling.
"Eat it," he cried. "Eat my sperm. That's it, gobble it!"
Suddenly he juiced in her mouth. As she gulped his hot sticky cum, she tasted it. The taste acted as a trigger to her delight. She gripped his penis with her teeth and pressured it more.
"Oh I'm shooting some more," he said enthusiastically. "I'm going to make a double header."
Then sure enough the hot juice shot out of his cock and they were gasping now.
"Oh," he groaned, "eat me. Yes. Yes. That's beautiful."
The excitement that they had enjoyed together was great.
"You're beautiful," he smiled as she slid off him.
"Oh son," she sighed, "I don't know why but now I feel you must eat me. My pussy is on fire."
"Let me slip my tongue in there and put the fire out."
It didn't take her long to slip out of her filmy negligee. Then she straddled her son's body.
"Why don't you wad the pillow up honey?" she smiled. "That will give you a better angle for your tongue to slip inside." "You're real thoughtful Mom," he said. As she wadded the pillow up, she gently placed his head in line with her vagina.
"I'll tell you a little secret dear," she said. "If you will grab my ass and hang on and slip a finger up my asshole while you're eating my pussy, the pleasure will be increased twice."
"But I wanted to rub your bosoms while I'm eating your pussy, Mom," he complained.
"Well honey, why don't you begin with my bosoms and work down to my buttocks?" "Alright," he agreed.
As he slid his tongue into her vagina, he thought of something.
"I could see this in the mirror," she said. "Mom will you stop it," he told her, "I can't get my tongue going if you're going to keep bothering me."
"I'm sorry son," she said. "It's just that I wanted to enjoy it to the utmost."
She got off him and angled the mirror so they could have a good view of the action.
"When you can dear," she said, "glance over there and watch. It's a lot of fun. to see it slip- ping in."
"That's true," he said.
Now she was in line once more. She fluffed the pillow up and he began licking at her vagina.
"Oh sweetheart," she exclaimed, "that feels fantastic. Yes. Oh keep it up."
The pleasure was increasing every minute.
"Oh eat it," she begged. "Eat my pussy. Oh honey, stick it way in."
He stuck his tongue in as far as it would go.
"You're going good, baby," she complimented him. "Stiffen your tongue as you stab it in. That will help."
He didn't appreciate his mother giving him so much guidance. He wished that she would let him alone and do his thing.
"Oh wow!" he gasped. "What a pretty pussy."
"You're a bad boy," she exclaimed. "Get your tongue back in there and don't take it out to talk. There's nothing more disgusting than interrupting during the middle of a pussy act by talking."
"Sorry Mom," he said.
He realized that he had been overcome by his own passionate lusts and he wanted to explain to her how much he enjoyed doing what he was doing.
Grasping her buttocks, he pulled her mound tighter to his face.
"Stab it in there," she told him.
It didn't take long- now for him to continue what he was doing. With savage thrusts he jabbed into the vagina. He licked the velvety walls and got her excited.
"Oh faster baby," he told her, "keep going-. Oh yes. That's the way to do it. That's it, baby, do it."
The pleasure mounted every moment and he could hardly stand it now. As she pushed forward she was running her fingers through his hair and looking down at him.
The sight of his tongue sweeping into her hole intrigued and excited her.
"Oh Brian baby," she said. "That's beautiful. Yes. That's beautiful."
Faster and faster now the pleasure continued. "Oh, ah, yes. That's the way to do it." Now he was nibbling at her clitoris. "Oh, I'm cuming," she exclaimed. "I'm cum-ing. Oh honey lick the clit. Don't lose any. Oh, ah, yes, yes, do it, honey."
When he pulled his mouth away he was licking his lips. Some of her juice was dripping from the sides of his mouth.
"Honey," she said, "you're a sloppy pussy eater."
"What do you mean Mom?" Brian asked.
"Look at your lips in the mirror" she explained to him.
"I guess I got carried away," he apologized.
"That's one thing every fucker has to learn," she explained. "How to control himself. You see baby doll when you get too carried away you can't be good at it."
As she started to get off him she looked at his long penis.
"Oh now look at that," she said. "I suppose I won't be able to go back to bed until we take care of it."
"I wish you would Mom," he said. "I really do."
"Why don't we do something different?" she exclaimed delightedly.
"Like what?" he smiled.
"Did you ever have a girl get on top?" she suggested slyly.
"Oh no I haven't," he admitted.
"Well what your Dad liked to do honey," she said, "when he was so loaded he didn't feel like getting on top of me, was for me to go up and down on it like a slippery slide."
"Oh that sounds excited," he told her.
"It really was honey," she assured him. "Your Dad was quite a lover, I'll say that for him."
"Alright Mom," he said, "if you want to get on top of me, do it."
It didn't take her long to straddle him. Then she grabbed his penis and slowly put the head of it to her mouth. Easing it in carefully she got it going.
"Oh wow!" she gasped excitedly. "That's fantastic."
The rock hard cock stabbed in there. "I like the sight of your bouncing breasts," he told her. "This is fun."
Now he was stabbing it in there with savage thrusts.
"Keep it up, honey," he told her, "yes baby, yes. That's the way to do it. Keep going baby."
He pumped it to her with savage thrusts. And then he reached up and manipulated her bosoms.
"Oh it feels good," she said. "Your Daddy had a secret. He used to like to pinch the nipples."
He pinched the nipples and she pumped up.
"You almost slipped off Mom," he exclaimed.
"I'm sorry about that son," she told him. "I guess I got carried away."
Her vagina muscles gripped him tightly.
"Squeeze it," he told her. "That's it. Squeeze the juice out."
Now they were going to town in rapid fire fucking action.
"Oh wow!" he gasped. "Fuck. Keep it up MomV That's what I like. Keep fucking."
The pleasure was building every second. He could hardly stand it now.
"Oh, ah, yes, that's what I like. Keep it going, baby."
Faster and faster he thrust in there. Every second she was becoming more and more excited.
"Yes baby," he told her, "that's beautiful. Keep it up honey."
The pulsating pleasure that she felt at this point was almost more than she could stand.
"Oh wow!" he gasped excitedly. "That is beautiful. Keep it going baby."
The pleasure that they were enjoying together now was building, "Fuck it," he told her. "Fuck with your pussy muscles."
She gripped it tightly with her vagina muscles.
He loved the sensations that this created. The entire length of his cockshaft was plugged inside of her now. She loved the feel of his bouncing balls as he continued driving in there.
"Fuck it," he cried, "fuck baby, fuck."
Faster and faster he drove in there.
"Oh wow," she exclaimed. "That's fantastic. Yes, baby, that's beautiful. Keep it going."
The rock hard cock continued stabbing away.
The pleasure that they were enjoying now was increasing.
"Oh yes, baby," he exclaimed. "That's fantasic. Keep it up honey."
The sensations that surged through him now were beautiful.
"Oh I love this," he said. "Oh it's fantastic. Yes, baby, that's fantastic."
As the two of them continued their action, they were excited and stimulated.
"You sure know how to give me a good fucking," she complimented him.
"Think nothing of it Mom," he told her. "I guess I'm just a chip off the old cock."
"That's a good one," she said. "Your Daddy would kill us if he caught us."
"Well he was no damned good," she said angrily. "He never did care for you or me. It's his fault that we are together. If he was around the house to give me some good sex, I wouldn't have felt the need for you."
"That's right," he said, as he went on playing with her breasts and stabbing her pussy. "As a matter of fact he should have told me about girls."
"Yes," she said, with a laugh, "and your old Mom wouldn't have had to illustrate." "Right on," he panted, as he went on pushing.
He was enjoying the sensations immensely. Yet he wondered if he could obtain as much pleasure if he would rut it in when he was on top of her.
"How're you doing honey ?" she smiled at him. "Feel good?"
"Real good," he assured her. "I really enjoy getting a good fuck."
"I know you do," she smiled at him. "You're quite a lover."
The two of them were going to town now. In rapid fire movements they continued.
"Oh Brian," she told him, "keep it going. Yes, Brian, that's beautiful."
Faster and faster she was getting more excited and more stimulated every moment.
"Oh sweetheart," she told him, "I can't stand it. Shove it in there."
With a good driving thrust he shoved inside of her.
"Oh wow!" she exclaimed suddenly. "That's fantastic."
Now he was bouncing on the bed as he stabbed it into her vagina.
"When you pinch it for me," he told her, "it feels fantastic. You have to grab it Mom."
She put more emphasis on the exercising of her vagina muscles. When she used them effectively, she could see the thrill race through his body. She loved the expression on his face when he was' finding' sexual fulfillment. It was a pleasure to see his eyes light up. It was a delight to see him this stimulated.
"Keep it up, honey," she begged him. "I love to see you so happy."
Little did she realize while she was making him happy at this moment she was bringing him suffering and torment in the future. But at this moment of near climax she could care less; The only thing that mattered to Louise now was sexual satisfaction, for she had given up every thought of right and wrong, in order to obtain her momentary delight.
"Give it to me son," she exclaimed. "That's it. Fuck your Mama's pussy."
She was becoming more and more uninhibited as the unleased passions within her took control of her. The fires were burning brightly within her body as she went on giving him a scorching fuck.
"Oh," she groaned in delight, "what a good fuck this is. I love it."
Faster and faster he drove into her. The pleasure mounted as she continued doing him.
"Son," she exclaimed, "you don't know what you are doing to me. Oh, ah, yes. Yes. That's what I like. Keep it going."
Harder and hotter and faster he continued. The stabbing action was bringing her great pleasure.
"Fuck it," she said, "fuck baby, fuck."
He drove into her with a wild fury. They were like two untamed sex animals. All controls were gone.
Suddenly he decided he preferred the other position. "Can you turn over, Mom?" he said, "and not let my cock slip out of your pussy?"
"We'll see son," she said eagerly.
Their bodies rolled over as the sweat rolled off their skin.
"Oh sweetheart," he exclaimed, "we made it."
Indeed they had made it intact. His penis had not pulled out of her vagina.
Now that he was on top, he let his knees bear down on the bed and he rutted into her with furious force and impact.
"Fuck it," he said, "fuck. Fuck. That's it. Grab it with your pussy. Come on honey, give it to me."
She rode back as he rode into her. They were really going at it now as if they were of one flesh.
"Oh that's beautiful," he groaned. "You don't know how fantastic it feels to me. Yes Mom, I love that."
There was no doubt about it they were enjoying each other immensely. The action was continuing until they were building to a deeper pitch. "Oh," he sighed, "this is beautiful. Yes Mom, now you're doing it. All the way, that's what I want. Keep it up."
She continued giving him -the action he loved so much.
"Oh yes," he begged her. "Keep fucking. That's the way I want it. Keep it going. Grind your hips around honey."
She ground around, determined to give him the super action he wanted.
"Fuck baby," he begged. "Fuck baby, fuck." Faster and faster he slammed the penis into her. She massaged the length of his cockshaft with her twisting vagina. She didn't lie still. She ground her hips around.
"That's what I like," he told her. "Yes, now you're doing it. Oh, wow!"
The pleasure that they were deriving from their fucking action was increasing every moment.
"Yes baby," he told her, "that's beautiful. That's it, sock it to me."
She pushed her body forward, pitching her pelvis into her son's ever advancing cock.
"Oh sweetheart," she said, "you're giving it to me. Just what I needed. A great big cock. Oh son, I've wanted that hole filled for so long. I imagained what it would be like to have you, and to see you naked. Time and again, baby, I've dreamed of having you. It was wrong, but I needed it so much."
Her voice was husky now as she was overcome with passion and desire.
"Oh sweetheart," he smiled at her, "this is beautiful. Fuck."
She continued twisting around, and the pleasure increased every minute.
"Oh yes," she told him, "I love it. You don't know how much this means to me."
They continued in this position until she was wet with sweat and burning with lust. Her hands reached for his back. She massaged his back the way he loved it and then she reached down to part his asscheeks.
"I'll finger your prostate," she said. "That will stimulate you some more."
Her fingers pressed at his prostate and the pleasure mounted.
"Oh wow!" he gasped. "That's beautiful. Yes, fuck, fuck baby, fuck."
Faster and faster now he was driving into her mound. And she was becoming more and more stimulated.
"Fuck it," he cried, "fuck baby, fuck."
The sensational delight they were achieving now was increasing with every stab of his penis shaft.
"Oh wow!" he panted. "That's beautiful, baby."
The sensations that they were enjoying were mounting to a mutual orgasm.
"I'm going to be cuming soon," he told her. "It can't be much longer."
He knew that he couldn't keep his pulsating penis stabbing into her mound without shooting in a minute.
Suddenly the penis exploded within her.
The pleasure that both of them had enjoyed had brought her there too. As he climaxed, she came with him. Her hands held him tightly. She gripped his asscheeks and squeezed.
"Right on target son," she said. "We're really hot lovers."
"Strangely, we are," he admitted.
"What do you think people would say if they knew about us?" he asked.
"They would say that we're wired wrong from the factory honey," she smiled at him.
He didn't quit thrusting until he had unloaded all of his sperm. Then he slowly withdrew. As she looked at him she smiled proudly.
"I'm so proud of you honey," she said.
"I'm glad you are Mom," he told her.
"How could I feel otherwise, dear," she said, "You have meant so much to me."
The pleasure that the two of them had enjoyed had been beyond anything that they imagined it could be.
"Oh honey," she smiled, "we were meant for each other."
"Yeah," he laughed, "a union created in hell."
"That's no way to look at it," she said. "Love conquers all."
"Even incest?" he demanded.
It was strange, but once he got his cock off he felt like a different person.
"Why are you talking like that dear?" she demanded.
"Oh I get to feeling guilty now and then," he said.
"Well why should you?" she said. "I don't think it's any worse, than the people who are dropping bombs on little villages."
"Well do you have to use that as a scale of comparison?" he said. "If you do Mom, we're in a bad way. Because that's the worse thing that anyone can do."
"Well that proves my point," she smiled sweetly. "We're not so bad."
"Oh yes we are," he said sadly. "We're real bad."
It gave her a strange feeling thinking about it.
"Honey," she smiled at him, "I want to tell you something. I feel that you should think of me. Maybe you could find me a lover my age. If you could, then I would be happy."
"Well sure," he said. "But I don't know any guys except kids at school. You'd have to wear that wig again and put on the act."
"You could always introduce me by that phoney name that we used at the pot party," she smiled.
"Well that's an idea," he nodded.
"It's a very good idea dear," she said. "I'm sure that I can bring a lot of pure happiness to come young high school boy who needed some action."
"Well I know you could," he said. "Those girls don't know how to get off their ass."
"It's true," she said. "This younger generation is lazy. They are so lazy that I don't think we have to worry one bit about doing wrong. You probably wouldn't be getting half as good a fuck from one of those chicks at school. And you might get a dose of the clap too."
"Mom," he said, "what kind of a guy do you want me to find for you?"
"Well one with a long cock," she said. "Nice and long and thick, and one who has good ball action."
"Ball action?" he asked, not quite sure of the terms that she was using.
"Yes dear," she said, "I mean someone who has a lot of sperm juice. I love to eat it, and it feels fantastic when I'm being flooded."
"I read you," he said. "But now how am I going to go up to a guy and ask him how long his cock is because Mom wants to fuck him?"
"Well of course dear," she said, "I wouldn't want you to do an offensive thing like that. You'll just have to listen to some of the chicks when they're talking about some of the guys they're balling."
"You mean girls talk as dirty as men do?" he asked her.
"Of course dear," she said. "Do you think we're different?".
"In some ways," he said, "yes."
"Well when it comes to that," she said, "we usually gossip about the men something fierce. We were forever discussing how long their shoes were. As we were saying, you can tell the size of the cock by the size of the shoe."
"Is that a fair way to evaluate men's cock size?" he asked. "To say it's the same as the shoe size?"
"Well I don't know whether it's been proven true or not," she said. "Our sorority thought of running a statistical research on the project, but we never went through with it."
"You want a light skinned fellow or a dark skinned fellow or what kind of a fellow do you want, Mom?" he asked, puzzled as to the exact type of fellow that he should get for her.
"Sweetheart," she said, "good men come in all colors, shapes and sizes. What I'm interested in, is a man who's well hung."
"I read you," he said. "It's a pure sex relationship." . .
"If you can call sex pure," she laughed, "yes. I want someone who can lay it on me. I want to feel it slipping into me, and I want to feel it shooting in me."
"You're real blunt about it, aren't you Mom?" he said.
"Sure," she said. "Why beat around the bush. This is what I want. I don't go for all that crap of saying I don't want this, I don't want that. I know what Twant and I want it."
"You're going to get it," he laughed. "You're going to get it between your legs, and in your mouth. I'll find some cat who loves to fuck. You'll get a good screwing."
"Good, darling," she said. "Mom could use it"
She was.about to leave the room when he looked at her.
"And that means I get to bring some dames home to my bedroom," he said.
She hadn't thought about that side of the coin.
"What?" she asked, confused.
"There are a couple of girls at school I've been looking at," he said, "and I think that they would be fun to fuck. One chick is named Betty and the other is Barbara. I don't know whether it will be Betty or Barbara, Mom, but I'm going to get one of them in bed with me and we're going to do some of the stuff that we've done."
As she thought about the fact that the lessons she was giving him were lessons in sex that he would employ with other women, she suddenly regretted having taught him anything.
"Of course dear," she said, "I'm happy that I could help."
"Are you?" he teased.
"Why naturally," she said. "You don't think your mother would be jealous of your lovers, do you?"
"Yes," he smiled smugly. "I think you would be very jealous."
"Well I changed my mind," she said. "It isn't fair to keep you confined to your playpen. You have every right as a young man to experience various things. And I want you to develop nor- mally."
"You think I ever will be normal ?" he laughed.
"Certainly son," she said. "You haven't committed the unforgiveable sin, yet."
"What's that sin?" he asked, a little puzzled.
"Well the unforgivable sin is when you sin so much you don't even know you're sinning," she said.
"Have I sinned that much?" he asked.
"You have to answer that question yourself," she said softly. "As for myself, I know I'm a sinner, so I haven't committed the unforgivable sin."
"That sounds like a convenient cop-out," he told her.
"It does, doesn't it?" she admitted, looking away.
"Come on," he said, "do you always lie to yourself?"
"No," she said, "just now and then."
"You're a strange woman," he told her. "But I can't help loving you."
"Good darling," she said, "I have a deep affection for you too."
She sat on the bed and fondled his male member and his balls.
"Now don't you get my balls itching again," he told her.
"No honey," she said. "I just get a big charge out of playing with them."
"Well," he told her, "if you play with them too much I'll be getting a big charge, and I'll be wanting more sex. We've had enough."
"When is enough enough?" she smiled.
"It's like eating," he said. "You've got to stop when you're still hungry. It's the same with sex. You've got to stop before you want to go on fucking."
"That makes sense," she said. "You know Brian, you possess a lot of wisdom."
"Do I?" he asked. "You say I'm a philosopher?"
"Maybe that's what you are," she said. "A philosopher."
She looked at him starry eyed and as he looked at her he laughed. He reached out and played with her bosoms.
"It's funny," he smiled, "when I was a little kid I used to like to play with them."
"And you still do," she smiled.
"Yes," he told her, "I still do. You don't seem like other Moms."
"I assure you I'm not," she said. "I'm oversexed."
"Is that our problem?" he laughed.
"Why do you say our problem?" she asked him.
"Because, it is obviously something I inherited from you to want to fuck all the time."
"Really," she said. "Then you put all the blame on me."
"Naturally," he chuckled.
He enjoyed teasing her. He reached down to feel of her mound and she manipulated his testicles.
"Now don't you get me itching for sex," she said. "When you build up that fire down below, Mamma can't quit."
"You're not telling me nothing," he chuckled.
The two of them were looking at each other like two lovers would.
"You know honey," she smiled, "we're very lucky. We're lucky to have each other."
"That's right," he said.
The-more they looked at each other, the more they loved it.
"You'd better stop right now," he said.
He was so ignited for sex now he had to have some small relief.
"Let me just lick those bosoms," he begged.
"Just lick them," she said. "I don't want you to do anything more. If you get the idea that you're going to make a tongue trail down to Mamma's mound, forget it."
She was winding her hair with her finger as she watched him slowly lick.
"It feels so good to me," she said. "I remember you now when you were a little boy. It always did seem that as a baby you were putting some sex into the way you were going after the milk."
That made Brian laugh.
"Was I a real sexy baby?" he laughed.
"Yes you were," she said. "At least it stimulated me the way you went after my bosoms. It seemed as if you were biting them to get some sexual pleasure as well as the milk out of them."
"I still am biting them," he said, "but not just for milk. I enjoy nibbling and licking. They are so very beautiful."
She could tell he was getting inflamed by his erection. She lifted her hands away from his testicles and gently stroked his thigh.
"Brian,", she sighed softly, "do you love your Mamma?"
"Sure Mom," he whispered. "And I love her sex equipment too. I love her pussy, I love her breasts, and I love to fuck."
"That about sums up my feeling about you, son," she smiled serenely.
Brian continued licking and her mind was racing. She was thinking about the troubles that might result when she got another lover and he:did too. Would they both be jealous?
This was what haunted her, and if either one of them did get jealous, what would this jealousy cause them to do?
This was the problem she had to face, and face it she must. But it was painful and difficult for her to think of it. She was enjoying him so much.